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Loving Them ~ Kenma Kozume

characters: pouty! kenma x soft hearted!reader content: (sfw!) taking care of kenma and his various needs, brief sickness mention, social battery drained, cuddling to sleep, cutting his food for him, JUST FLUFFY NONSENSE word count: 1.1k a/n: the thought of making sure kenma is eating enough and drinking water makes me physically ill... that's it that's the tweet. this one ended up a bit longer than i initially intended lol... i hope you enjoy! 🖤 requests open!

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Loving Kenma Kozume is bottles of electrolyte drinks dropped off on his desk with whispered ‘I love you’s as he furiously types on his keyboard. It’s him pouting when you leave too quickly so he doesn’t have a chance to pause the stream and get a quick kiss on his cheek. It’s hearing soft little huffs from the other room as he gets noticeably quieter while playing his game.

Loving Kenma Kozume is letting your phone play his stream while you’re busy in another room. It’s smiling to yourself at his occasional monotone commentary and how he switches to a new tab the instant you send him a stupid meme or message, not wanting to leave you waiting. It’s the way he’s started to use emojis, knowing it makes you smile to see the little heart when you send something he likes.

Loving Kenma Kozume is extra-late mornings, sun pouring through the curtains and sleepy ‘five more minutes’. It’s little whines every time you move an inch and disturb his comfy sleeping spot. It’s purring against your chest as you comb through his messy hair, kissing the crown of his head as you slowly start to wake him up. It’s the deep grimace on his face, brows furrowed as you actually start to move to get ready for the day.

Loving Kenma Kozume is putting up with his mini-tantrums when he’s too tired to think straight. It’s learning not to take it personally when he speaks too bluntly, too quickly, like he’s used to being with Kuroo. It’s him pausing, eyes widening as he realizes what he said and feeling the silence of the room as immediate regret wafts off him in waves. It’s him standing frozen, eyes flickering to your turned back, too anxious to apologize or ask if you’re okay.

Loving Kenma Kozume is gently placing a plate of toast in front of him and setting up one of his games on the TV in the living room for when he gets done. It’s letting him know you’re not mad and that you know he gets grumpy when he still isn’t fully woken up yet. It’s the cute blush that paints his cheeks as he still refuses to look you in the eye, hands shaking lightly and he goes to pick up his toast.

Loving Kenma Kozume is cutting his food into cute shapes despite him saying it’s unnecessary. It’s noticing that if you put effort into making his meals more fun, he ends up eating that little bit more. It’s shopping for books on how to make bento lunches for kids and hiding it deep under the bed to keep him from finding out and getting embarrassed over realizing you’ve been making him lunches designed for picky children. It’s finding little ways to make eating easier for him, bringing him smaller snacks throughout the day instead of having bigger meals. It’s catering to his more specific needs, like the food avoidance he doesn’t realize he has until you point it out.

Loving Kenma Kozume is understanding his need for comfortable silence. It’s picking up the subtle switch in his moods when he wants to be near you but not actually have to partake in any conversations. It’s letting him curl up next to you on the couch while he plays Elden Ring on his switch, peeking out of the corner of his eye every so often to make sure you’re still there. It’s keeping a subtle eye on him, tucking a blanket around his lower half as you know he has the tendency to get cold.

Loving Kenma Kozume is knowing how to handle his sudden illnesses when he gets too stressed or over-exerts himself. It’s keeping a cart stocked full of the essentials, a thermometer, snacks that are easy on sensitive stomachs, cooling patches, and anything else that he might need. It’s staying at his bedside, watching as he tosses and turns uncomfortably. It’s applying a cooling patch to his clammy forehead, kissing the top of it and murmuring gentle well wishes as he finally starts to settle and find relief in the cold compress. It’s soft encouragement for him to drink some water, holding his hand in support as he drinks down a dose of bitter medicine.

Loving Kenma Kozume is agreeing to go with him to events he’d rather skip altogether. It’s squeezing his hand in a quiet show of support as he meets with more and more people, his social battery quickly depleting as he forces himself to go through the motions of the exhausting event. It’s offering to drive him back home, not wanting him to have to overexert himself anymore. It’s carrying his limp form back inside the house, his legs no longer trustworthy enough to shuffle his way back to the safety of his bed.

Loving Kenma Kozume is praising words whispered in his ear as you gently redress him in pajamas, his body all but useless at this point, legs turned to jello and arms too heavy to move anymore. It’s tucking him safely back under his covers and beginning to unpack the bags he’d taken with him to the event only to be stopped by half-lidded amber eyes boring holes into your back

“What is it, baby?” You turn around to face him with a loving smile. Exhaustion paints his features, from his drooping eyes to his slightly parted lips.

“Stop doing that…” He slurs softly, voice thick with sleep as he peers at you, disgruntled.

“Doing what?” You chuckle softly as he stays burrowed under the covers, the thick comforter tucked just below his chin. “I’m just unpacking so that you don’t have to tomorrow morning-”

“C’mere…” He pouts, voice almost taking on a whiny tone. You smile fondly and make your way over to the bedside, gently running your fingers through his long hair to detangle the messy strands. Without waiting for another command, you slide in beside him and scoop him into your side. His head falls onto your chest with a contented sigh.

“Mmph… love you…” He mumbles, words barely coherent as he fully relaxes into your comforting embrace.

“I love you too, baby.” You kiss the top of his head gently with an adoring smile on your lips, shushing and lulling him to sleep. The sun sets as you continue to play with his hair and rub his back gently. Kenma always puts up a front of not needing anyone, but behind closed doors he’s a sopping wet cat of a man, pitiful. He loves your subtle way of pampering him and he’s come to rely on you in a way entirely new to him.

Loving Kenma Kozume is knowing and accepting his flaws. It’s finding creative, new ways to make his life that little bit easier. It’s solving problems he didn’t know he had and always being his safety. Like a lighthouse on the shore of a rocky cliff, he’ll always find his way back into your arms.

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nekomaniac · 1 month ago

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hold me closer ~ tooru oikawa

characters: loving! oikawa x depressed! gn!reader content: (sfw!) reader going through a depressive episode, oikawa comforting reader and being sickeningly in love and sweet, just general fluffy soft stuff, completely self-indulgent, pet names and cuddling word count: 600 a/n: a bit of a shorter one, but if i didn't force myself to put something out then i fear i would be the one bedrotting... hope you enjoy! 🖤

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Tooru peeked his head through the door, brown puppy eyes taking in your hunched form. You had been “bedrotting” as you called it all day and though he knew from time to time everyone needed rest, this was clearly something else. The room was dim and you lay crumpled on the bed, hair unkempt and splayed in different directions.

“Hey, sweetheart,” He started gently, his voice warm and smooth as he made his way over to your bedside. “The weather outside is beautiful right now. It’d be a shame not to draw the curtains, don’t you think?” He does his best to sound convincing, warm hands tracing up and down your spine in long soothing lines, yet the heat does little to soothe the dull ache in your chest.

“If you want to, that's fine… but I’d rather you didn’t” You murmur, not bothering to turn and look at him. A soft frown forms on his lips. He knew you were probably feeling a little down, but this might be a bit worse than he initially thought.

“Would you like it if I cooked dinner? We can have whatever you’d like.” He bargains, trying to get a reaction from you.

“I’m not really hungry right now, I’m sorry.” You reply hoarsely, your voice drained and crackling. Humming softly to himself, he continues his soothing motions on your back. As his slender fingers trail up to your shoulders, he presses a soft kiss at the base of your neck.

“That’s alright, my love.” His nose nudges your pulse point. “Can we lay here together then? We don’t have to talk if it’s too much. I’ll be quiet, I promise.” You stare blankly at the wall, tears welling in your tired eyes. Wordlessly, you inch over slowly and create a small space for him to squeeze in. Typically, he’d be full of playful remarks about you taking up most of the mattress, but now he just slid in behind you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your hunched form back against his sturdy chest.

“Thank you, love…” He whispers, peppering sweet kisses over your shoulders before tucking his chin into the hollow of your neck. For the first time today, you finally feel the darkness clouding your mind start to thin away, replaced by the warm light that is Tooru Oikawa.

His fingers subtly tangle their way into your hair, slowly de-tangling the slicked up strands and smoothing it back to its typical presentable state. Slowly, the silence of the room turned comforting as opposed to the cold, isolating feeling that had been clinging to your bones. His warmth seeped into you, fighting off all of the negative thoughts that were consuming you before.

“Why are you thanking me? Tooru… I don’t understand-” You mumble, confused but not opposed to his gentle ministrations.

“For letting me make it better.” A soft kiss is pressed to the sensitive skin of your neck as he cradles you tighter in his strong arms. “For letting me be close and letting me love you instead of pushing me away.” He nuzzles into you, his eyelashes kissing against his cheeks as his eyes fluttered closed. “I love you… even on days like this” He mumbles, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I love you more.” You bury your face in the crook of his arm, your load feeling a little lighter.

At that moment, Tooru knew that couldn’t possibly be true. Because with the way your heartbeat synced to his as he pulled you flush against him as he listened to every soft breath that rose and fell from your chest, it was him that clung to you like a lifeline. You mean so much more to him than you could ever possibly know, and he was content to spend the rest of his life proving it to you.

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nekomaniac · 2 months ago

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the correct answer is his heart 🤣

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nekomaniac · 2 months ago

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nekomaniac · 2 months ago

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hey girl!!! Happy birthday month! Just checked out ur page but realized I’ve read some of your previous fics lmao! The most recent fic was too good 🙏 thanks for writing it!

thank you so so much, angel!! 🖤 im trying to build up my masterlist lol so keep checking back!! 😉🤗

obv not a guarantee whichever gets voted will come out first but i need the motivation lollll

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nekomaniac · 2 months ago

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ACTUALLY CANON

headcanon that kenma and suga are both so aware of their surroundings that they can instantly sense when someone’s trying to take a candid picture of them. suga uses this sense to subtly make sure he’s looking cute for the picture; kenma will always stare down the barrel of the camera lens like 👁️👄👁️ he will do this even when he’s actively playing in a match

#it's true i was there #reblog

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nekomaniac · 2 months ago

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leaves ~ plant hybrid oikawa

characters: plant hybrid! oikawa x f! plant lover reader content: (nsfw!!) shower spying and sex, oikawa pining for reader, self-pleasure m!, nipple play f! receiving, oral f! receiving, handjob, vine penetration, very light bondage (once again, the vines), thigh job word count: 4.4k a/n: hope this one was worth the wait! i love this series so so much it's my baby 🖤 i have a few more parts planned right now, but this one ended up much longer than i initially thought, so i'm not sure how long those will take 😅 let me know how we feel about this one!

masterlist 🌰 part one 🌱 part two 🪴

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Showering was probably your favorite time of the day. You couldn’t decide which part of the experience was your favorite. The searing water that washes away all of your stress and worries of the day, leaving your skin soft and reddened, or the steam filling your senses, pulling soft, relaxed sighs from your lips. And the latest addition to your list, the lounging figure on the countertop just outside the shower curtain that would appear after you got in, but would be long gone by the time you got out.

Was it really that surprising? Ivies are known to thrive in humid environments, after all. It was like a moth to a flame, or a sunflower arching its big yellow head towards the beaming sun. Tooru would hear the creak of the valves turning and immediately stalk outside the bathroom door, only daring to peek in once the shower curtain closed and the rhythm of water droplets hitting the shower tiles changed, indicating you were inside.

His little shower sessions had started innocently enough, with him stretching along the counter as he basked in the hot, steamy environment, his vines soaking in the moisture out of the air. But then he started noticing those little gasps and hums you make as the scalding water eases the tension in your sore muscles. Next it was your barely obscured form behind the thick cloud of steam. Then he noted the way you would bend over to wash your calves, diligently lathering suds over every inch of your wet, exposed body.

It was an automatic response, he didn’t even have time to think about it the first time his thick vines dipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, curling around his hardening cock. Biting his lips to stifle his moans, he watched your blurry silhouette through the shower curtain, bending and curving as you washed yourself, every movement painting a new obscene fantasy in his mind as the thick fog of steam curled around your nude form.

Vines slithered down to cup his balls as his hand took its original place, stroking himself in earnest as he imagined sinking deep into you, his pretty blue-green leaves tickling over your skin while he planted his seed deep into you. Chest heaving with exertion, he was thankful you were zoned out enough to not notice his heavy panting as he brought himself closer to his climax. Groaning softly, his fist tightened as his spindly vines massaged his sensitive balls. His hips stuttered as he wasted his load, spilling it into his boxers despite his instincts screaming at him to sow his seed deep inside you.

Suddenly he was hit with the mortification of what he’d done… What is wrong with him? Spying on you during your sacred relaxation time? He felt terrible, shame clawing at him as he slid off the cool countertop and stalked back to his room, pacing nervously. Yet he couldn’t help himself the next day when he heard the familiar squeak of the valves in the shower turning.

Like the forbidden fruit, he was drawn to your tantalizing, barely censored form and the delicious humidity that clung to the walls and filled the room with a thick fog. He found himself sitting in front of the bathroom door, like always, waiting and watching for the perfect time to sprawl over his designated spot on the counter.

And so began the new normal, you going through your normal routine: shampoo, conditioner, body wash; while Tooru went through his: lurking, jerking, and sneaking back to the confines of his room to wallow in his shame.

As you stood in the shower you smiled fondly to yourself as the familiar shadow settled onto the countertop a few feet away. Pretending to be oblivious as always, you started to go through your regimen, lathering your body with sweet-scented suds while quivering leaves danced just outside the curtain.

A string of ivy began to coil around the shower curtain rod, leaves darting out just shy of getting under the stream dripping from the showerhead. You gently push them away from the drizzling showerhead, your soft touch causing them to stiffen and flare for a moment before relaxing.

“Careful, you’re gonna burn your little leaves, this water’s way too hot for you.” You say gently, you hear Tooru make a soft surprised noise. “Yes, of course I noticed you sitting out there today and all of the rest of them. I’m a horticulturist. I know you can’t resist the humidity.” You laugh softly, imagining the shocked look on his face.

“I’m sorry,” He starts immediately, his usual bravado long gone, “it’s wrong and undignified and-” He jumps when your fingertips start to gently tap along his leaves, causing them to subtly fan out as if reaching for you. “You shouldn’t touch plants, it causes a stress response…” He states softly, his voice slightly shaky.

“Oh, yes… you sound very stressed, Tooru.” You tease, gently ghosting your fingers over the sensitive ovate leaves before catching one between your fingers. A soft tug has him hissing softly. Reaching down, you flip the hot water valve, cooling the water to a safer temperature for him to get closer. You tug the shower curtain back gently, careful not to pinch any of his thinner leaves in the rings. “Are you going to sit on that countertop all night or come talk to me?” You peek your head out coyly, the outline of your nude body vaguely concealed by the opaque curtain.

A shuddering breath leaves his lungs at your flirtatious invitation. The steam settled and clung to him, leaving a shiny layer of condensation over his thick vines. Sparkling with a dewy sheen, he finally willed himself to stand on shaky legs and walk over, his usual bravado abandoning him upon being caught in such a salacious situation.

“What did you want to talk about, Y/N?” He clears his throat softly, cheeks tinted a faint pink with both embarrassment and obvious arousal that you noticed long before the tent in his pants.

“Maybe you need a more direct dose of humidity…” You tease, lowering your voice before gazing up at him with half lidded eyes. The pink on his cheeks deepens as words get jumbled and caught in his throat. You slip your hand into his waistband just enough to start to barely tug it down. He immediately melts into the touch, breath already shaky. Hips arching into your touch, he quickly reaches down to fumble with his pants before pushing them down. Stripping off his shirt efficiently, he stands in front of you, nearly bare in nothing but a pair of boxers hanging loosely from his hips.

The sight of him almost completely exposed was enough to take your breath away. Your eyes trailed hungry paths along his body, tracing the soft definition of his muscles and the little moles that formed tiny constellations over his torso. His chest heaved softly, showing his struggle with restraint. The thought of him having to try so hard to maintain his composure simply because you’re showering nearby sent a bolt of pleasure right to your core.

“I- Are you sure about this? I mean you’re so dignified and this feels so beneath you-”

“Oh now you’re having second thoughts?” You trail your fingers down his arms teasingly, toying with his thick, ropey vines with a soft laugh. “Leave it to me to decide what’s above or beneath me, okay? I’ve had a really long day and right now there’s a gorgeous man in front of me that I know can make me feel good so please just-”

And just like that the switch was flipped. Tooru Oikawa looked like he’d never felt the sting of rejection in his life, his pride wholly all-encompassing. His eyes darkened with lust, his cocky smirk leaving a dimple in the corner of his left cheek as he gazed into your eyes like he just couldn’t decide what to do with you first.

“Always such a temptress…” He chuckles softly to himself, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and quickly discarding them before tugging the shower curtain from your grip. “Do you mind if I join you, beautiful?” He asks politely, despite his intentions.

You nod a bit shocked by the sudden 180, but stepping back to allow him to enter into the shower nonetheless. Cool droplets cascade down your nude form as you move further under the showerhead. Eyes half-lidded and hungry, he steps in after you, taking a moment to savor the sight playing out before him. His favorite fantasy was happening right before his eyes, here you were, wet and needy and yearning for him.

His brown eyes finally dared to dip below your chin, stopping to take in the smooth swell of your breasts. Taking in a shaky breath, his eyes traced over your nude chest. His vines quivered lightly with anticipation as his eyes traced over your nipples, the sensitive buds hardening as the cool water trickled lazily down your front.

“Tooru-” You start, a bit unnerved by his silent staring. Your arms move to cover your body, suddenly becoming bashful despite inviting this exact scenario.

“Shhh, pretty girl… I’ve waited a long time for this.” He purred, his voice saccharine sweet and low. His vines whip out towards you with a soft snap, coiling around your arms to carefully pry them away from your body and open you up for him. “You just stand still and let me look, yeah?” He asks, though it’s more of a demand with the way his bulky vines locked you into the vulnerable position.

His eyes trailed down your plush body, leaving a searing path in their wake. You felt overexposed in the most delicious way possible. Foolishly, you’d assumed Tooru would rush things along like most human men, too eager to take time to study you the way he was. Like he was trying to commit every curve and divot of your body to memory- no doubt to stroke himself to later when he was back in the confines of his own room.

One of his vines slowly coiled around your left breast, leaves tickling along the sensitive skin as they inched along. Goosebumps rose along their path as the cool stems slithered along your heated skin. A soft, leafy stipule unintentionally grazes your pert nippple, pulling a quiet gasp from your lips. He lets out a soft chuckle at your reaction, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

“Sensitive, aren’t they?” He grins, kissing the shell of your ear as his vine continues its erotic exploration of your soft chest. His pale, slender fingers gently trail up your torso before settling over your other breast, kneading the supple fat.

You let out a shaky breath, the cool water raining down your back doing nothing to ease the heat pooling between your thighs as he toyed with you. He leans forward, gently nipping and kissing below your ear, littering kisses and soft love-bites down your jaw. Taking soft, tremulous breaths, you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to the sensitive skin. Feeling his smirk along your skin, his warm breath spreads across your neck as he lets out a soft chuckle at your submissive display.

“Tooru-” You let out a soft breathy moan at his featherlight kisses and teasing grazes of his teeth, the burning heat churning deep in you, growing more and more unbearable.

“Shhh… what did I tell you?” He smirks against your neck, giving you a warning nip. “You just stand there looking all pretty for me and I’ll take care of it.” His vines squeezed at your chest with increased urgency despite his cool attitude, your pretty little noises going straight to his throbbing cock.

He dips his head down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and suctioning softly to the sensitive peak. Swirling his tongue in lavish circles, he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, one of his thinner vines tracing the edge of your jaw as he suckles hungrily at your chest. You gently card your fingers through his hair, eliciting a soft moan from him. The vibrations dance through you, causing your chest to arch into his greedy mouth.

Wrapping strong arms around your waist, he keeps you close with something akin to desperation, making sure you can’t shy away from his strong suckling at your breasts. You feel soft, ovate leaves trickling down your ribs and onto your stomach. A thin slithering vine makes its way between your thighs, tickling softly at your core as it parts your lips. You let out a sharp gasp, only to be rewarded by Tooru tightening his grip, holding you firmly in place.

“It’s fine, just relax…” He says urgently, his soft leaves fluttering against your clit. “They’re not going to hurt you, I promise.” Hurting you was the furthest thing from your mind, you wanted to tell him, but all of the words stuck to the roof of your mouth as his vine coiled around your sex. Your thighs trembled as the spindly vine squeezed and milked at your clit, his mouth latching back onto your breast as he sensed your lack of protest.

His leafy tendril toyed with you gently as his mouth worked against your chest. A particularly sturdy leaf dipped down between your folds, scooping out your growing arousal before bringing it to Tooru’s waiting mouth. He let his tongue loll out of his mouth, locking eyes with you as the leaf sensually dragged along his tongue, smearing your wetness against his taste buds. Visibly shuddering at the erotic sight, you gripped onto his arm with a shaky hand.

“Tooru, please. I can’t be patient anymore. I’m not sure what type of endurance plants have but I need you.” You pleaded with him, your voice dripping with arousal and desperation. He made a soft, pleased noise, drinking down your arousal before licking his lips with a sly nod.

“Fine, fine… If you insist~” He grins, a teasing lilt painting his words. The vine squeezing at your clit gave it one final flick before retreating, only for Tooru to drop to his knees onto the shower tile. Slowly, he licked at the cool water dripping down your stomach and collecting at your thighs, drinking it in before leaning forward to suck at your clit. He lathed gentle circles over the sensitive bud, tongue occasionally dipping between your lips to gather your sweet juices. Gripping onto the shower shelf with trembling fingers, you let soft obscenities fall from your lips as he took his time tasting his prize.

Without stopping his gentle attention to your dripping pussy, Tooru lifted your leg and slung it over his shoulder, opening you up further for a thick vine to suddenly slide inside you. As wet as you were with Tooru’s attention, there was little resistance as it burrowed into your silken walls. You gasped at the foreign sensation, clutching onto anything you could find. He flicked his tongue rapidly, vine twisting and snaking deeper and deeper into you. His viney tendrils caressed you, snapping and coiling inside you in a way wholly unfamiliar to you.

He clutched at your plush thigh, kneading it as he licked at you fervently. Your scent, the way you tasted, the pretty little moans you were letting out… fuck he was getting dizzy with how bad he needed to bury himself inside you. Every little reaction you gave was unknowingly pushing him closer and closer to the brink.

“Tooru!” You choke out as the vine dips into a spongy spot, your legs trembling at the intense sensation as he diligently lapped at your clit. He hummed softly, his cocky grin pressing against your sex. Sleek leaves fluttered inside your dripping core, each sensual coil of his thick vine stretching you more and more. You felt fuller than you ever have, your walls struggling to accommodate the twisting vine.

Without warning, he withdrew, sliding the vine that had been pumping inside you sensually across his tongue, leaving your slick dripping across his parted lips. His tongue darted out, his lips curled into a smirk as he drank down the last of your sweet arousal. Before you could even think of begging for him to fill you again, he lifted you up just enough to spin you towards the wall. Throwing your hands up against it to catch yourself, you glance over your shoulder just as he pressed his chest against your back.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, my darling horticulturist~” He purred, confidence dripping off every word. “I won’t make you wait any longer for your prize…” He kissed down the column of your neck before trailing over your shoulder. With a gentle bite, his hips began to grind into yours, dragging his throbbing erection between the crevice of your thighs. Despite how tough he talked, you could feel the soft stutter of his hips as he finally got to rub his aching cock against your silky skin.

His warm breath tickles along the shell of your ear as he lets out a shaky, relieved sigh, rutting his slick cock against you as cool water drips and pools between your thighs. He drinks you in, relishing in the cool humidity and the warm embrace of your plump hips against his. One of his arms curls tightly around your waist, the other digging into your hip as he uses your thighs as a fleshlight, stroking along the pillowy skin.

You swear you can almost hear a whimper leave his lips as he drags his cock against you, His breath already shaky just from this little bit of stimulation. The leaves from his vines slap against each other, tangling into one another as if unsure of where to go or what to do. The tip of his cock ghosts against your clit, causing you to jolt forward, a sharp gasp leaving your lips.

One of your hands grabs onto his at your hip, gripping at his wrist before sliding down and intertwining your fingers. Despite the raw carnal desire dripping off of him as he nearly shoots his load just from his throbbing cock being near your pussy, Tooru continued his dragging himself just below your syrupy folds, your arousal slowly starting to trickle down onto his tip. His vines began to creep around you, some coiling at your legs and others trailing up your arms and falling lazily over your chest. It was a tangle of greenery and wet skin, the showerhead beating down on you both as he bit down softly at your shoulder to ground himself.

“Fuck this…” You groan softly. Before Tooru could think to question you, your fingers reached down and wrapped around his length. He hissed through his teeth immediately bucking into your hand. With all of the foreplay he was beyond sensitive, the tip of his cock flushed a pretty pink. You trailed your finger slowly up a prominent blue-green vein on the side, causing him to pull his bottom lip between his teeth with a soft whine. The way he said your name sounded like a prayer, that desperate, whiny tone.

“Y/N… please…” He pleaded with you, begging you to show him some mercy and just jerk him properly. You’d always been very attentive to your plants, it was how you had gotten yourself into this situation in the first place after all. So who were you to deny your poor little houseplant his needs that only you could provide?

Your fingers slowly close around his throbbing cock in a fist, precum spurting out of the tip as his dick jumps at your attention. Without waiting for you to start moving, his hips jerked into your palm, slapping against your fist with fervor. Quiet, kettle-esque whines left his lips as he chased your fingers each time they neared his tip, slamming into them back down to the base. You kept a tight grip, allowing him to fuck into your hand. Soon, his vines were trailing to your wrist, holding it in place as he drove his hips into you over and over. His pretty brown eyes fluttered closed, completely caught up in the sensation of finally having your hands on him instead of his own.

He bites his lip softly, groaning as your hand starts to stroke in time with his thrusts. Watching his face contort with pleasure, you massage at his head, milking clear beads of precum from his flushed tip before dragging your fist back down to his base. Tickling at the underside of his head has a blush flaring up against his pale skin, his eyes half lidded as he looks at you with a pleading gaze. Sex like this was a constant role-reversal, one of you playing with the other until they got fed up and took charge of the situation. It was exciting, almost addictive, the unpredictability of it all.

In an instant you were hoisted into the air, the breath stolen from your lungs as your thighs were hiked. Your back slapped against the frigid tile of the shower wall, your knees spread and pinned on either side of your stomach. The thickest of his vines kept you airborne, the leafy cords digging into the fat of your thighs and keeping you spread wide open for him. His lips parted, panting softly as he took in the sight of you, exposed and vulnerable, yet you couldn’t have looked more thrilled.

Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth, the corners of your lip quirking into an anticipatory smirk. Your chest rose and fell with deep breaths as your eyes raked searing paths over his body, as if seeing it all for the first time all over again. Cool water dribbled a slow stream down his toned torso, dripping down his abs and prominent v line before drizzling onto the base of his cock.

“Well don’t you look pleased with yourself?” He smirks, voice low and teasing as he steps forward to settle between your parted thighs. His slender fingers trailing along your wet skin, thinner vines whipping out to tease at your breasts, coiling around your pillowy breasts to flick at the pert nipples. “Oh, how cute you are when you get your way~” He chuckles softly to himself, dragging his dripping cock through your slick before finally, fuck, finally… the thick tip gently prods against your entrance before slipping inside.

Lips parting into a silent moan, you tilt your head back. A vine slithers to the base of your neck, tilting your head back to face him as he slowly pushes into you. The tight bands of ropey vines holding you in place against the wall tense slightly as he finally bottoms out. You feel every devastating inch of his perfect cock as he lets you adjust to the sheer girth and length.

His deep brown eyes gazed into yours, half-lidded and pussy-drunk as he tries and fails to pretend that the delicious way you’re squeezing him isn’t scratching an itch he’s left for far too long. Finally starting to rock his hips, his perfect white teeth sink into his plump lower lip to try and stifle the needy groans threatening to spill out. Fuck you’re enveloping him so perfectly, the constant pressure from your tight walls wringing out noises from him that his cocky self wished he could suppress.

The vines on your breasts coiled around in hypnotic circles, giving constant stimulation to them while his cock pounded into you from below. With his vines keeping you bound and spread, his hands stayed free to explore while his hips smacked into yours. His slender fingers began to play with your clit, teasing the small bundle of nerves and adding onto the overwhelming pleasure.

Attempting to squirm against his touch, his vines tightened marginally around you, sinking and squeezing into the fat of your thighs. You could feel an almost sort of rippling muscle inside the thick green appendages, almost reminiscent of a ball python slithering. The vines at your chest squeeze your nipples as if in displeasure with your squirming, a sort of warning to sit still.

“Tooru~” You mewl, his fingers beginning to speed up on your clit as his thrusts grow faster. Spearing you onto him, he drags his thick cock against your silky walls.

“Mhm?” He hums, his eyes locked onto where your bodies are meeting over and over again. Immediately from his tone you can tell he’s no better off than you, focusing every ounce of energy on bullying his thick cock into your tight heat. His leaking tip presses soft kisses to your cervix with each thrust, savoring the delicious resistance from the spongy ring.

Your thighs tremble with every stroke he gives you, heat starting to pool deep in your belly. Looking up to gaze at him, you feel your face flush a hot red as moans start to fall from your lips, getting deeper and throatier the deeper he fucks into you. Your noises only serve to spur him on more, hips beginning to piston into you faster as he chases his release. Soft grunts fall from his lips, sweat peppering his brow despite the constant stream of cool water raining down between your bodies.

“Y/N,” He croaks out, throwing his head back as he drives his hips into yours with fervor. His vines tangle over each other as if fighting for which gets to slither where along your soft skin. Wanton moans fall from your lips, each thrust of his hips serves to push you closer to the edge as you sit suspended and helpless to the constant onslaught of pleasure.

A particularly harsh rub against your clit has you spiraling over the edge, your gummy walls spasming around his thick cock. Warmth gushes around and envelops Tooru, encouraging him to redouble his efforts. He rips you out of the vines' grasp, holding you close to his chest as he rails into you fiercely. Your body ricochets from the impact, breasts bouncing wildly as he uses you for pleasure.

With a deep thrust, he finally comes undone and bursts inside you. Creamy, thick white ropes spray deep inside you, crawling up towards your cervix. He fucks his release deeper into you with slow, rhythmic strokes as his chest heaves with exertion.

“Hey, baby…” He says hoarsely, his forehead leaning down to press against yours. “Does anything hurt? Are you feeling okay?” His voice trembles, still coming down from his monumental high as he stays buried deep inside you, refusing to leave your comforting warmth even as his cock begins to soften.

“Mhmmm…” You hum softly, too blissed out to think about anything other than how soon you can convince him to join you for another shower. You had a feeling your water bill would be significantly higher come next month…

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Loving Them ~ Akaashi Keiji

characters: mildly unstable! akaashi x caring!reader content: (sfw!) comforting akaashi through meltdowns, severe self doubt and mood swings, mentions of medication, insomnia if you squint, overworked akaashi word count: 600 a/n:ik it might not make sense to everyone, but i imagine akaashi as someone that has a mood disorder and attachment issues (i know, why are we torturing the goobies with mental illnesses, but I CAN SEE IT idk) i hope you enjoy! 🖤 requests open!

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Loving Akaashi Keiji is late nights and early mornings. It’s replacing the lightbulb by his desk twice as much as any other lamp in the entire house because of its near constant use. It’s soft kisses on his temples and extra strength migraine medicine when he has to meet the newest demanding deadline. It’s taking off his glasses and pressing your lips against his tired blue eyes, forcing him to relent and close them for at least a minute or two.

Loving Akaashi Keiji is brewing him a cup of coffee before he wakes up after his far too late night, sliding his plush house slippers to his side of the bed so he doesn’t have to walk across the cold floor to grab them. It’s loving fingers dancing through his inky black locks that somehow look perfect despite his face being buried against his pillow, his small permanent frown etched across his lips even in sleep. It’s gently massaging the puffy dark circles that lie just below his closed eyes, constant reminders of his overworked, fatigued state.

Loving Akaashi Keiji is coming home to slamming cupboard doors and a broken man hyperventilating on the kitchen floor over what someone else might consider a simple mistake. It’s the gorgeous face of an angel, now red and mottled with tear tracks, nose leaking like a faucet. It’s perfect pink lips, cracked and bleeding from biting them too hard as anxiety eats him alive. It’s his die-hard perfectionism and self-doubt rearing its ugly head when you’re the least prepared to deal with it. It’s holding your hands up like you’re dealing with a cornered animal, talking your lover down from the metaphorical edge until you get close enough to slide a comforting arm over his shoulder.

Loving Akaashi Keiji is gentle reassurances, holding his head to your chest as he cries. It’s littering kisses over the crown of his head, trying to ease him down from his monumental high. It’s reminding him that his mistakes don’t define him. It’s coddling him after nearly dragging him to bed, tucking the silken sheets up to his chin. It’s kissing his clammy forehead and stroking his dark hair, his blue eyes wider than normal as he makes no effort to hide his vulnerability. It’s sitting by his side until his breathing evens and he’s come down from his high emotional state enough to apologize.

Loving Akaashi Keiji is medicine once a day, taken with food; he won't forget, he never does. It’s reminding him anyways, the slightly sweet aroma of boiling nanohana filling the air as you prepare his favorite snack, serving him every day at six o’ clock pm on the dot. It’s him reassuring you that he can fix himself something and you don’t have to go through all of this effort for his sake. It’s sliding the tiny red pill between his lips anyways, holding the straw of your water bottle to his lips, his analytical blue eyes gazing into yours as he drinks it down.

Loving Akaashi Keiji is being his security blanket, a safe space for him to completely melt down and know at the end of the day you’ll still be there with open arms. It’s offering him the stability of a healthy relationship and giving him the grace and space to finally start to heal. It’s mending pieces of him he didn’t know were broken and helping him grow as a person and a lover.

Loving Akaashi Keiji is him resting his chin on your shoulder as you do small chores around the house. It’s him taking the dishes from your hands, washing them silently as his chest is pressed to your back. It’s him spinning you to face him, his hands resting at your waist as he sways softly with you in his arms. It’s small romantic gestures, like slow dancing with no music, his large hands slotting perfectly to the subtle curves of your body. It’s a reminder that no matter what, he’ll always be your Akaashi.

#haikyuu #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu time skip #haikyuu x reader #akaashi #x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu akaashi #hq akaashi #akaashi x you #fukurodani #nekomaniac

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nekomaniac · 2 months ago

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@ this anon can you send me another ask bc this one went triple platinum for me lmfao

requests open! 🖤

Can you please make a fic w dom!timeskip!kenma x sub!f!reader where reader is sick and kenma takes care of her blah blah blah she gets really needy and is shy ab it blah blah blah they get freaky thank you in advance😇🤞🏻 no pressure tho!

feverish ~ kenma

characters: soft dom! kenma x mildly sick! sub! f!reader content: (nsfw!!) fingering (f! receiving), slight cockwarming, 'good girl', little bit of sweet sex, little bit of rough sex, caring bf kenma, ken making you take your meds word count: 4k a/n: thanks for the request!! i hope it lives up to your expectations 🖤 kenma is definitely one of my favs i was so excited to get a request for him! (second divider cuts off nsfw!!)

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Kenma was used to being the sickly one in the relationship. He could be a bit delicate for lack of a better word. Any amount of overexertion would have him on bedrest the next few days. Of course, you were always there to dote on him lovingly, heating up soup and dabbing his forehead with a cool cloth.

Then, it finally happened… When he stepped back into the bedroom after his stream ended only to find you splayed out under the covers looking pitiful, he knew it was his time to return the favor.

Walking over to the edge of the bed he sat next to your curled up form. Taking note of your slightly disheveled appearance, he rubbed your back in slow soothing circles. Your brow was lightly creased and your cheeks a deep rosy hue. He could tell you weren’t feeling yourself, but damn if you weren’t the cutest thing he’d ever seen looking so helpless.

“Hey… are you feeling okay?” He asked softly, already knowing the answer. When all he got was a soft whine in response, he couldn’t help but smile softly to himself. “Alright, alright, let me check your temperature…” He said quietly, moving to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen. He pulls out the brightly colored thermometer with a fond smile, remembering how you insisted on getting the yellow and orange duck themed one as it was priced the same and looked ‘much cuter’ than the clinical white and grey alternative.

“Open your mouth for me…” He taps the thermometer against your lips insistently. You part your lips lightly, letting him slide it inside. With a soft ‘beep’ he presses down the duck-shaped power button, watching as the number slowly rises. Gently brushing a slightly sweaty lock of hair from your eyes, his soft smile slowly fades into a look of concern as the display number climbs higher and higher before settling at a scorching 101.7°.

“Oh…” He murmurs, pulling out the thermometer to read the number again. Maybe you were a bit more sick than he thought. Without wasting another moment, he starts to prepare what you deem as the “sick cart”. A cool bowl of water and a washcloth to cool you off, a small variety of snacks that are easy on sensitive stomachs, and a variety of medicines. Typically it was you preparing the cart for him, telling him it allowed you to spend more time at his bedside instead of rushing back and forth looking for things.

Stepping back into the bedroom, he begins to pour out a dose of a medicinal, pungent red syrup. Your nose immediately crinkles as the familiar odor hits you. Even in your feverish haze, you knew what was coming. Letting out a weak mewl of protest, you try to flip away from him only for a gentle hand to halt your movements.

“Come on, don’t be stubborn. You need your medicine or you won’t get better.” The corners of his lips quirk into a small smile as he parrots your lines back to you, earning him a half-hearted scowl. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he tilts the medicine spoon towards your sulking face as you let out a soft resigned sigh. As you take it between your lips, he gently tilts your head back. The bitter taste immediately floods your senses, your nose scrunching and your eyes screwing shut. Kenma keeps a firm grip on your chin, making sure the spoon stays slotted firmly in your mouth and a steady stream of the sticky syrup dribbles onto your tongue.

“That’s it… such a good girl.” He praises softly, encouraging you to finish despite the obvious discomfort. When you finally drink the rest of it down he offers you a cup of juice to wash the repugnant flavor out of your mouth. You drink it down greedily, desperately trying to get rid of any remnants of the bitter medicine.

He pops open a small packet of rice crackers, gently bringing them to your lips. He feeds you the puffy snacks one by one, his heart melting at your soft bites and crunches. A part of him feels bad at finding your weakened state so adorable, but another part thrives on your sweet trust and reliance on him to help you feel better.

Your tongue darts out to lick at the residual flavor on his fingertips, causing his breath to hitch lightly. Reminding himself that you were just sick, he lets you gently nibble and suck at his fingertips. You peered up at him through glassy eyes as your tongue tangled around his coated fingertips, occasionally giving him a loving nip.

His own eyes were half lidded as he looked down at your vulnerable form. Tilting his head softly to the side to observe you, his soft bleached locks hung loosely over his face. With what little strength you had, you reached up and cupped his cheek. His fingers curled playfully in your mouth as you cradled his face in one of your clammy hands. He let out a soft chuckle, leaning down to kiss your forehead sweetly.

“Ken…” You whine, reaching out weakly, your brows tented and lower lip slightly jutted out. No amount of mental preparation would ever make him able to resist when you got like this. So cute and sweet, it was the opposite of his naturally reserved and quiet self. He catches your hands gently, intertwining your fingers before pressing a loving kiss against your knuckles.

“Shhh… I’m here, sweet girl.” He carefully slides in bed behind you, letting you lay back against his chest. Reaching over to the cart, he dips the washcloth into the basin of cool water, dabbing gently at the sheen of sweat across your forehead before wiping down the back of your neck. “It’s not fair is it? Precious thing like you feeling so sick…” You let out a pitiful murmur in response to his gentle teasing, causing him to chuckle and pull you closer. He litters soft kisses at the crown of your head.

After settling you in, he picked up his Switch and started up his Pokemon Scarlet save file. Cradling you against his chest, he lets you watch as he wanders around the various towns and wild areas in the game, letting you choose which Pokemon he captures and adds to his team. In your feverish state the names you were picking were barely coherent, but he always listened to your suggestions, inputting them with a soft smile as he murmured soft ‘thank you’s’ into your hair.

Soon enough you were drifting off to sleep and he could finally sub out his new Dipplin you affectionately named “Abbles” and start grinding his old team. He rested his chin on your head as you slept, occasionally pausing his game to check your fever with the back of his hand. As the hours passed, the roaring red donned across your cheeks slowly began to fade to a softer pinky blush.

Once the beaming sunlight outside settled to a calming dusk, your eyes finally fluttered open again, this time with a bit more life in them. Before you could even fully stretch out or greet him, Kenma already had the ducky thermometer prodding at your lips again.

“Open.” He commanded gently, his voice sweet but firm. You obliged sleepily, half because you wanted to and half because you really needed to yawn. He placed the thermometer under your tongue, studying it closely as the numbers climbed. Eyes trained on the small display screen, he let out a pleased hum when the numbers stopped at 99.3°. “Your fever’s down, how are you feeling?”

“Still warm…” You mumble, half asleep. Nodding, he gently dabs the cool washcloth over your forehead and cheeks again. He gently squeezes it at the base of your neck, letting the cool water dribble down your feverish back, causing small relieved shudders to ricochet through your body. You let out a small relaxed sigh, nuzzling against his chest.

His frigid hands dipped beneath the hem of your shirt, roaming over your heated skin. The action was innocent enough, but it had you careening into his cool touch. Placing loving kisses onto the top of your head, he nuzzled his face into your hair as he gently massaged over your achy back.

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Soon, your mind began to wander. Thoughts began to fill your head of his chilled fingers dipping into more salacious places, below the fuzzy waistband of your comfy sleep shorts, plunging deep into your dripping core or simply dancing delicately over the swell of your breasts, plucking deftly at your pert nipples. Soon you felt your face warming again for reasons other than the lingering fever. A soft, shaky breath left your lips.

“Hm?” He peered down at the renewed flush on your face. “Hey…” He murmurs, concern evident in his soft voice, “You’re burning up again… Damned fever…” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, the soft, displeased noise unbeknownst to him adding kindling to the fire starting to burn deep in your core.

“K-Ken… I-” You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “I need… nngh…” You bury your face into his neck, embarrassed at the sudden heat flooding between your thighs. He wasn’t doing anything provocative, what is wrong with you? Even just the caring tone in his voice is enough to have your toes curling with unspent desire.

“What do you need, sweet girl?” He asks softly, his voice mellow and sweet. The soft vibration from his chest sends a shiver down your spine as you lean closer into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Summoning all of your strength, you scoot closer into him, barely ghosting your clothed heat down against his lap. He wraps his arms around you as he checks you over quietly, analytical eyes taking in every bit of you.

A subtle squeeze of your thighs has everything clicking into place. His feline eyes widen for a moment before he lets out a soft chuckle. A slender finger tilts your chin up to face the small knowing grin spreading across his face.

“You know you can’t hide from me…” He teases softly, his chilled finger gently tracing down your jawline, “Why do you get so shy?” He chuckles softly, fingers lightly pinching the fat of your cheek. You try to bury your face in his neck again, but his lips slotting against yours causes you to pause before melting into him. He cradles you to his chest as he slowly moves his lips against yours, setting a slow sensual pace.

You settle more firmly into his lap, wrapping your legs loosely around his narrow hips. His hands squeeze at your waist before trailing up your back to scoop you closer, pulling a shaky, surprised gasp from your lips. You suckle lightly at his lower lip, giving him teasing little nibbles. A soft groan is all of the warning you get before his tongue is sliding against yours, flicking gently at the soft insides of your cheeks.

Raising his knees, you slide further against him as he grinds his hips upward, pressing his hard length against your parted thighs. You let out a soft whimper that he promptly swallows, his kisses growing more fervent and demanding. Pulling back, you throw your head back as you rock your hips against his, growing more and more eager for his touch.

“Always such a needy little thing… Even when you’re sick and weak.” He smiles fondly as he holds your hips in place, effectively halting your desperate little movements.

“Kenma please, I can’t.” You pant pleadingly, fighting against his surprisingly strong grip to chase after his hips, “Really I can’t! I need-” He silences you with a firm hand cupping against the front of your shorts. You gasp softly, twitching your hips forward.

“When have you ever not gotten what you needed? Hm?” His golden eyes trace over your features slowly, “Don’t you trust me to take care of you, sweetheart?” He gently traces over where you need him most through your shorts. When you rut into his hand instead of answering he gives you a soft smack. “Answer me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes! I trust you!” He slowly swirls his finger over your clit, causing your eyes to screw shut as you focus on the pleasure.

“Keep going.” He demands softly, rewarding you with more steady pressure to your twitching bud.

“You always take care of me…” You grind your clothed cunt against his hand, letting out soft pants and small whines. “Always make me feel good… so good…” Your thighs tremble lightly as you try to subtly seek more friction from his teasing fingers.

With a small smile, he gently lifts you up to slide your shorts down, flinging them off the bed haphazardly in favor of staring at his pretty girl. He traced the lacy trim of your panties with slow, delicate movements, taking time to savor the sight of you.

“So cute,” He muses, his voice dropping to a sweet purr as he toys with the growing wet patch. You let out a soft anticipatory sigh, knowing the less patient you are the more his teasing will be prolonged. Looking up at you with a knowing smile, he relents. His slender fingers dip beneath the dainty fabric, gently tracing your slit. You throw your head back with a light whine.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll take it easy on you since you don’t feel good.” He purrs softly, gently parting you to slip inside. His fingers disappear inside of you, curling and pumping with practiced ease. Sure Kenma could be a bit neglectful at times when he would get obsessed with a new game release, but if there was one thing that you could benefit from: that man was a god with his fingers.

He set the perfect pace, pistoning into you steadily. The soft wet squelch of your walls each time he dug his dexterous fingers into you filled the room. Your head tilted back as he pulled whimpers and moans from your throat with each skilled stroke of his fingers.

“So noisy even when you try to be quiet.” He teases, giving you a particularly sensual stroke. You gasped softly as he curled his fingers upward into that soft spongy spot you could never seem to reach on your own. “Is this what you needed, baby?” Your hips lurched upwards off the bed, only to be pinned down again by one of his legs looping over yours.

Smacking your back against his chest, you wiggled against him. Soft whines left your lips as you desperately tried to take him deeper, unable to vocalize what you wanted at this point, just knowing you needed more.

“I know, sweetheart.” He coos gently, kissing the shell of your ear as he plays with your dripping pussy. He kissed against your shoulder as he plunged into you with care, hitting your sweet spot with every flutter of his fingers. Each loving stroke of your silky walls was bringing you closer to ecstasy, but the small upturned corners of Kenma’s mouth suggested he had other plans than letting you fall apart on his fingers.

As he slowly pulled out his fingers despite your attempts to drag him back in, clamping tightly around his digits before relinquishing with a wet plop. You let out a soft whine of protest, already hating the sensation of being so empty.

“Quit whining or I’m not going to give you my cock,” He teases, already reaching down to slip his sweatpants over his bulge. Immediately quieting, you turned to face him and watched with eager eyes as he pulled down his cotton boxer briefs. His thick cock sprung free, bouncing lightly as he began to palm himself.

“Come on, pretty girl. Come sit in my lap, okay?” He prompted gently, his cock twitching from the stimulation along with thoughts of how cute you’d look stuffed full. You nodded obediently, crawling closer slowly. He gently dipped a finger into your panties, tugging them down gently, careful not to stretch the elastic. He lifted you up with gentle hands before slowly settling you on top of his thick cock. You let out a soft squeal and clenched tightly around the intrusion as you slowly slid down his length, causing him to let out a soft hiss through his teeth.

“Ken!” You clutch at him frantically, nuzzling against him needily. He lets out a shaky breath, teeth gritting at the overwhelming tightness of you. Fuck you were always good, but right now you were squeezing him so deliciously.

“Shhh… I’ve got you.” He shushed softly, though his own voice shakes as he tries to calm down, his dick throbbing inside you as your walls grip him possessively. He gently cradled you to his chest, staying buried deep inside you and shushing your soft whines as he placed delicate kisses over your face. Moments like these were his favorite, your mind and body stuffed so full of him you could barely take it anymore.

He rocked you gently in his arms, nestling his cock deeper and deeper as he gave you minimal friction. Your pussy drooled helplessly against him, feeling his tip kissing your cervix sweetly. A soft pleading whine left your throat but he silenced it with a gentle kiss.

“What did we talk about, baby?” He prompts softly, gently starting to rock his hips against yours. “I always take care of you, right? My pretty girl’s never been left unsatisfied.” He nuzzles against your neck, softly kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin as his hips continue their shallow movements. You nod weakly against him, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck.

He smiles against your collar, nipping appreciatively. Gently pushing your back to the bed, he starts to give you deeper thrusts, causing you to let out a soft anticipatory moan.

“Gonna make those little noises for me already? I’m barely moving, pretty girl.” He teases lovingly. He sets a slow, loving pace, letting you feel every inch of him as he burrows into you.

As tough as he’s pretending to be right now, there’s already a layer of sweat peppering his brow. He’s fighting off the urge to fuck into you with wild abandon, knowing your body isn’t at its full strength. Fuck you’d be paying for this later, how dare you get sick? God when you get better he’s going to plow into you so fucking hard-

“Ken?” You call softly, “Are you okay? You’re squeezing me pretty hard.” Concern drips off your every word and his grip on your waist tightens slightly before loosening again. Fuck you’re so sweet. Fuck, fuck, fuck… His chest starts to heave softly.

“I’m okay, just let me make you feel better, yeah?” He nods softly to himself, delving his hips

against yours. With a gentle hand he slowly pulls your shirt up, revealing your gorgeous tits. His hands settle over them and slowly begin to knead the supple flesh as he tunnels into you. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he rocks his hips, dragging his lower lip between his teeth as he tries not to get lost in the overwhelming sensation of your syrupy walls.

His hips roll in sensual circles, swirling his thick cock deep inside you, digging into your special spots. He hugs you tightly, cuddle-fucking into you affectionately, kissing down your neck and shoulders as he gently ruts into you.

“Kenma, I can take it.” You whine softly, causing his hips to stutter. “I know you’re trying to be sweet, but I can handle it, I promise.”

“You’re still not feeling well, I don’t want to push your body too hard while you’re recovering.” He resumes his slow pace. Mentally patting himself on the back for not immediately caving at the request he is desperate to fulfill, he continues to give you steady thrusts.

“But-”

“You’ll take what I give you.” He punctuates his sentence with a rougher thrust, causing you to gasp and clasp onto his shoulders.

“Kenma… please!” Your voice is high and airy, causing him to let out a gravelly groan. “I just want you to-”

“Stop. Fucking. Whining.” He thrusts into you rougher, sliding his hands into yours. Intertwining your fingers, he pins your hands above your head. “Fuck I’m trying to be responsible, trying to take it easy on you. Why can’t you just listen?” He asks with mildly obscured frustration both at your pleading and himself for not being able to resist the temptation.

He gives you sharper thrusts, pulling breathy moans from your throat. He leans down to give you a rough kiss, not slowing his pace. Pressing his forehead to yours, he looks into your eyes as he rails into you. Each thrust from his hips sending his cock plunging deeper than before, stretching you deliciously while he speared you on his girthy length.

“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” He pounded into you, deep thrusts driving you to babble nonsense while he fucked you into oblivion, pinning you down by your hands as you arched into each of his rough thrusts. His breath was ragged and his mind clouded with lust. He dropped your hands in favor of holding onto your hips, holding you still to hit the perfect angles to have you both gasping for air.

“I l-love you, Ken!” You clutched onto his shoulders as he drilled into you, his hips driving against yours with enough force to have the headboard smacking into the wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room, egging him on to rut into you harder.

“God you’re so fucking pretty and sweet…” He groans into your neck, his voice gradually getting that familiar whiny tone that came out when he got close. “I love you too, baby, so fucking much, you’re perfect…” You bit softly into his shoulder, trying to ground yourself as he pushed you closer and closer towards your high.

“Kenma!” You let out a high-pitched whine as his tip rams into your sweet spot repeatedly. “Ken!” You claw at his back, toes curling as his thrusts become sloppier. He lets out a low grunt, ramming into you, his cock twitching eagerly as your walls begin to tighten and spasm around him.

“Go on,” He nips at your earlobe, “Cum for me, pretty girl.” With that your thighs are shaking, trembling as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. You tighten around him like a vice, squeezing his cock as his own climax catches up to him.

“Fuck, fuck!” He lets out a gravelly moan, gritting his teeth as he shoots thick, creamy ropes deep into you. He sways his hips softly, letting you milk his cock as he unloads stream after stream. He collapses against your chest, clearly more spent than you by this point. Letting out a soft whine he pulls back to look at you, golden eyes gazing into yours. His concern is written clearly across his face as he stares down at you; the lust-filled haze slowly clearing from his mind.

“I’m sorry, baby” he says immediately, his tone sweet and gentle “I got carried away, are you okay?” His brows tented together slightly, his words coming out with a bit of nervousness that you hadn’t heard from him since you two had first started dating.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You say softly, breathless. A sweet satisfied smile stretches across your lips. “I needed that.” You pant with a soft giggle. He wraps his arms gently around your neck, kissing over your face sweetly.

“I love you.” He laughs softly, just as breathless. His flat chest heaves with exertion. “So much…” He smiles, nuzzling his damp face against your neck

“I love you more.” You beam, kissing the top of his head, fingers reaching up to tangle in his messy hair. He kisses lazily at your jaw, nipping playfully. After a few minutes of scratching his scalp gently, soft snores leave Kenma’s lips as he drifts off to sleep. You laugh softly, snuggling him close. The two of you always took such good care of each other.

And when Kenma woke up the next morning with a fever, you were ready to tend to him with the same gentle care. (Only this time, you’d be on top!)

#anon ask #ask #request #reqs open #asks open #nekomaniac

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EVERYONE BE QUIET I'VE BEEN SUMMONED!!!

Hinata and Oikawa melt my brain. While I don't think there's any strong romantic feelings there, (I definitely prefer Iwaoi/Oisuga/Hinaken/Kagehina) I could fully see them having a little mini fling.

When they met up again for the first time there was no attraction obviously. I mean how could THE Tooru Oikawa have a crush on anyone, let alone the shrimp that cut his high school volleyball career short?

And Shoyo? He had his head so far up volleyball's ass that anything other than seeing Kageyama again getting back in the game was far from his mind.

Though there was one thing... Hinata was completely immune to Oikawa's charisma and charm. Of course, he was enthralled by his volleyball skills, but he didn't put Oikawa on some kind of pedestal. Shoyo had no concept of "pretty privilege" and to him, Tooru was just another dude bro passionate about volleyball.

But that doesn't mean they don't have their moments. I can see Oikawa sick and tired of sleeping alone but not wanting to risk being vulnerable with anyone/wanting to use a stranger because believe it or not he isn't EVIL AND CONNIVING.

I can see Hinata lost and needing support and a shoulder to lean on (which Oikawa canonically loves comforting others even if he means it in a self-serving way at times... the thought is still there, work with me here!)

If nothing else it's out of convenience, a mutual need for human connection that leads them to Oikawa's balcony. Two glasses of Fernet con Cola sit side by side, condensation dripping down the edges as the hot Brazilian sun slowly descends in the sky and paints it a deep purple.

Oikawa's cheeks are flushed a bright pink, both from alcohol and with laughter as Hinata recounts old stories and how overly excited he gets telling them, making stupid hand motions and clumsily jumping around. Shoyo stands up quickly to demonstrate something, only to topple over, face up into Oikawa's lap, his head falling against the other man's thigh.

Oikawa laughs so hard that tears form at the corners of his eyes, his giggles carefree and utterly infectious. While reaching down to hold his stomach as he laughs, he accidentally tangles his fingers in Shoyo's hair. Both men's breaths hitch, but at the same time neither pull away.

Shoyo stares up at Tooru, his big brown puppy-dog eyes lowering Oikawa's typically high walls. They sit in silence for a moment, the only sound being the singing cicadas and the quiet intakes of breath as their chests rise and fall. Between the hard liquor and the intoxicating touch of one another, it's hard to say whether or not this is a horrible idea...

(I slammed this one out SO fast, hope you like it!! 🖤🖤)

This morning the voices have descended upon me to speak abt Hinata and Oikawa in Brazil 😛😛😛

OOHH TELL ME ABOUT IT. . . . . .

I actually hc they both sucked at flirting bc they were horrifying pick up lines LMAOAOAOAO

actually there is an oikawa lover that could expend our knowledge of it: @nekomaniac hey bae 😛🤓

#MY LEGACY AS AN OIKAWA GIRL LIVES ON!!!#honestly it melts my heart that when you think of oikawa you think of MEEEE #i wear it as a BADGE OF HONOR #the way it took me to like the 8th paragraph to realize this post wasnt about Oihina and was about them both separately being hot...#which they are!!!#wow how embarrassing for me...#listen im a simple woman #i see oikawa and i assume the other character wants to kiss him #ANYWAYS-#reblog #nekomaniac

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birthday boy ~ satori tendo

characters: bf! tendo x f!reader content: (nsfw!!) reader surprising tendo for his birthday, m! eating food off f! body, lots of tongue, overworked bf! satori, joking about 'punishment', fingering f! receiving, breast play, unprotected sex (as always), rough-ish? but still very loving word count: 2.9k a/n: HOW COULD I FORGET TENDO'S BIRTHDAY?! literally came up with the concept and wrote this within a few hours so it's probably a teeny bit rough, but had to do something for my miracle boy (esp since our birthdays are so close!) hope you love it 🖤

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Satori Tendo always had a bit of a sweet tooth. It was why he had initially gone into the culinary profession, eager to find new ways to enjoy the traditional desserts he had loved as a child. Now as a renowned chocolatier across all of France, he saw it as his duty to always be perfecting new and exciting sweets. His innovations were regularly featured in popular French culinary magazines, along with 5 star reviews from notoriously harsh critics. Unfortunately, his passion came at a price, his time. He worked pretty grueling hours, sometimes only coming home long enough to sleep. But to you, seeing the light behind his eyes as his whimsical chocolate creations brought happiness to the masses was well worth the sacrifice.

To Tendo it had just been another day at the shop, another deadline to meet, another day of brainstorming the next big dessert craze. In the chaos of it all, his birthday had completely skipped his mind. Walking inside your home, he patted a dot of powdered sugar off his black pants as he hung his coat on the wooden rack.

“Ma chérie, I’m home~" He calls out in a sing-song tune. Kicking off his shoes, he patiently waited for a response, confusion creeping in when he didn't hear a reply. Usually you’d be running to greet him, flinging your arms around his neck and asking about his day. The lights are off downstairs and you weren’t curled on the couch like you typically would be at this hour. “Where have you run off to, my little meringue?” He unbuttons the top two buttons on his shirt before rolling up his sleeves to investigate.

A faint sweet aroma settles in the air like you had been baking a little while ago, but there’s no evidence of messy dishes or any desserts left in the kitchen. He checked the trash can, worried you had accidentally burned whatever you’d been cooking and got emotional, but it was empty as well. Perplexed, he starts making his way up the stairs.

“Helloooo~?” He calls out again, noticing the lights were off in most of the rooms upstairs. Checking his phone, he frowned, his brow furrowing slightly as he hovered over your contact “No new messages or calls, so you didn’t go out anywhere… especially not this late.” He walks to the bedroom door, wondering if you’d just decided to tuck in early tonight. He gently presses the door open in hopes of not waking you if you were asleep. The sight that greeted him had his breath catching in his throat. His phone clattered to the floor, long forgotten.

Tall cream colored candles were lit on the dresser and side table by the bed, giving the room a soft, romantic light. Various bunches of balloons in red and brown hues floated in each of the corners, tied together with sleek satin ribbons. His favorite champagne sat in a silver bucket full of ice, two crystal flutes rimmed with gold beside it. Soft, silk flower petals lay littered around the sheets, dancing onto the floor haphazardly. Finally, his eyes landed on you.

“Happy birthday, Satori…” You purred softly, fingers tracing from your bare thigh up to your breast. His breath caught in his throat. You were naked, but not bare, your body donned with various sweets. Chocolate and caramel sauces drizzled over your torso, leading sugary trails up to the dollops of whipped cream on your breasts. Two juicy chocolate-covered strawberries lay nestled onto the peaks of sweet cream, censoring your perfect chest deliciously.

“You look-”

“Yummy? Come taste, then.” You beckon him closer, scooping a small amount of caramel onto your fingertip. Locking eyes with him, you sink your finger into your mouth, dragging it against your tongue. “Do you still like sweets? Or are you tired of them, working with chocolate all day?” You tease softly, already knowing the answer. Licking his lips in anticipation, he slowly began unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt one by one. His deep red eyes stayed trained on you as he slipped the crisp white shirt off, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

“What a treat you are…” He grins slyly, shooting you a playful wink before kneeling beside you on the bed. “You did all this for me?” He can’t stop the delighted giggle that slips out from his lips. You gently pull him closer.

“All yours baby,” Your lips meet his in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, strong hands reaching around to pull your neck closer as he lavishes you with heated kisses. Soon his lips are trailing down your jaw, nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin. Leaving a trail of pretty purple marks, he gradually works his way down your chest with soft kisses and playful nips.

Tendo had always been phenomenal with his tongue. He gave you soft flicks as he lapped at the caramel and chocolate drizzle, cleaning your torso slowly. You back arched lightly, regretting giving him so much to work through before he’d move onto where you needed him most. Tendo was indulgent though; he took his time dragging his tongue slowly along your sticky ribs.

“Satori…” You breathed out softly, as he traced his tongue down the valley of your breasts. A soft hum vibrated against your chest as he placed delicate kisses along your breastbone. Plucking off one of the chocolate-covered strawberries atop the whipped cream on your breasts, he held it to your mouth.

“Open for me, sweetheart.” His voice is sugary sweet as you obediently part your lips, teeth cracking into the decadent chocolate shell. Juice erupts in your mouth as you bite down, a glossy red sheen leftover on your lips from the tart strawberry.

Leaning in, his tongue swipes across your bottom lip before he kisses you softly, the chocolate melting on your tongue as he comes back to devour you again. The flavors meld in your mouth as his tongue dips in to share the sweet mixture. You hum softly against his lips, pulling back to swallow the bite.

He brings the strawberry to his own lips before biting into it down to the stem, his typically alert eyes half lidded in pleasure. He makes a show of flicking it to the side before gently pulling the other strawberry from your chest, nibbling at it indulgently. His tongue seductively drags along the sleek chocolate, his eyes locking onto yours.

“These aren’t from my shop… are you cheating on me?” He teases with thinly veiled desire dripping off his every word. Bit by bit he cracks the chocolate shell away and slowly reveals the bright red fruit underneath.

“Well I couldn’t exactly ask you to make your own birthday present, could I? What kind of a girlfriend would I be?” He bites into the berry, eyes boring into yours with a sly smile on his lips, juice dribbling down. “I got them from the chocolate shop down the street… Chocolate Alain Ducasse.” You gaze up at him with half-focused eyes, already drunk of his gentle attention. His finger catches the stray drips, before sinking it into your mouth, allowing you to suck off the tart juice. He bites his lip, the corners quirking into a delighted grin as he watches his finger disappear between your plump lips.

“From my competitors? You naughty girl…” His voice is painted with a playful lilt as leans closer, his breath ghosting over neck. “I’ll have to punish you for that, you know~” You relinquish his finger with a soft pop, a shiver running down your spine at his teasing words. As he gently sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of your neck, you suck in a shaky breath and tilt your head to the side to give him better access. Licking at the reddened bite mark to soothe the dull sting, he moves back down to your breasts.

“Does Alain Ducasse’s chocolate taste as good as mine, ma chérie?” He asks, guiding the second strawberry back to your lips. You take another small bite, letting the delicate chocolate shell melt onto your tongue.

“No, my love…” You shake your head, licking your lips.

“No, of course not…” He dips his head down, finally flicking his tongue to smear the whipped cream covering your nipples. He cleans your chest slowly, savoring the sweet taste of the fluffy topping as he suckles softly at your pert nipple. Eyes meeting yours, he flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud, causing your back to arch softly. You can feel his smirk against your skin as he delights in your reactions.

Your fingers reach up to push his head harder against your breast, scratching lightly at his scalp and causing him to let out a soft groan at your eagerness. He rewards you by tugging your nipple gently between his teeth, pulling a gasp from your lips. Wasting no time, he moves to the other side, lapping at the sweet cream before toying with your nipple. Your head falls back against the pillow as he plays with your breast, always having his mouth on one while his hand massages the other in soothing circles, never neglecting one or the other.

Soon, his free hand started lazily tracing a path down past your navel, gently tickling over your stomach. You clenched softly, his touch sending soft flutters further south, skyrocketing your need. Twirling his tongue around your nipple one final time, he unlatched from your breast before letting his fingers explore lower. You let out a shaky breath, nearly trembling with anticipation as his fingers dipped lower and lower.

Your thighs squeezed together and a quiet noise of impatience slipped through your lips, causing him to chuckle softly. His dexterous fingers grip into your thighs, pushing them apart with ease. He mutters out some smart remark that you’re too far gone to even register, your body aching with need.

“Satori… baby I-” You’re almost shocked for a second at how pathetic you sound, already on the verge of begging your boyfriend to just fuck you already, but Tendo always made a game of sex. It was always a drawn out affair and on his special night, oh you better believe he was going to savor every second of playing with his pretty little girlfriend.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He teases, parting your lips gently with his long, slender fingers. “Always so eager to rush things along… But it’s my birthday, remember?” His finger traces along your slit, circling your clit infuriatingly slow before dipping back down. “Just let me play with you for a bit, yeah?” You let out a frustrated groan that he silences with his lips on yours. His fingers continue their lazy strokes, just shy of sinking deep into you and giving you the pleasure you crave.

With a well timed thrust of your hips, his fingers plunge into your dripping core, causing you to let out a satisfied moan into his lips. He pulls back, laughing softly.

“You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?” He teases, a wide grin spread across his face. Deciding to let you have your way, he sinks two fingers into you, dragging the long digits along your silky walls. You let out soft, pleased noises as your eyes screw shut, focusing on the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

With his free hand he fumbles with the belt holding up his pants before unclasping it and tossing it aside. You watch him, your eyes glassy and brows tented as you grind your hips down against his long fingers. He groans softly at the sight, his hard on raging just beneath the fabric of his boxers as he struggles to undress one-handed, unwilling to leave you without pleasure for a single second.

Once he finally discards his clothes, his free hand pumps at his cock frantically. As he locks eyes with you, his fingers disappear inside you while he strokes himself, his eagerness to be inside you palpable. Pulling out his fingers quickly, he shoves them into his mouth, savoring the sweet flavor of your arousal. He climbs onto the bed, slotting between your spread legs.

You’re both past the point of talking, your strong desire for one another filling the air with a thick tension as you pant from the prior stimulation of his fingers playing with your sopping center. You gently grip onto his biceps, your eyes glazed with desire and a look that could only be described as desperate.

With a shaky hand, he guides his thick cock to your core, slowly dragging it along your syrupy slit. He pumps his cock, spreading your slick down his shaft as his fingers trace the prominent veins down the side. He lets out a slow breath, sinking into you one devastating inch at a time. No matter how many times you took his monster cock, the stretch was always enough to have your thighs trembling.

“G-god, Satori!” You choke out, the searing stretch causing you to clamp down on him even tighter. He hisses softly, his own hands squeezing against your waist, holding onto you as his cock slowly bullied its way deeper into your constrictive embrace.

“How are you always so fucking- nngh!” He groans deeply as he finally bottoms out, looping your thighs over his elbows as he lets you adjust to his size. Your grip tightens on his biceps, head leaning back against the pillow as you struggle to accommodate him. Eventually, he feels you start to relax, making shallow movements with his hips as your walls meld to his shape.

A quiet whine leaves your lips as his hips rock into yours, his strokes getting deeper as he feels less and less resistance. The fullness alone is enough to have your eyes starting to roll, your lips parted to take in deep breaths as his cock bullies into you. He lifts your hips off the bed by your thighs, angling himself to hit even deeper, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

You cry out his name, clutching onto him desperately as his hips begin to slap against yours, the sound of smacking skin on skin filling the room. He lets out a quiet curse, calling your name as he desperately plunges into you, focusing on the delicious pleasure of your walls squeezing and milking his cock.

“You’re fucking killing me with these cute little noises.” He tries to laugh, but it comes out strained as sweat peppers across his brow. You let out another breathy moan as his tip presses against your sweet spot. “Right there, baby? Is that what you need?” He pants, rutting into you, his tip deliberately dragging across the spongy spot inside you. Nodding frantically, you clutch at him as you desperately try to pull him closer, deeper.

He hisses softly as your nails rake across his back, leaving angry red lines along his pale skin. He gives you deep strokes, pulling you up to sit upright in his lap, your supple chest flush against his as he fucks into you from below.

“Hold onto me, baby. I’ve got you.” He all but growls into your ear, kissing the shell as he bounces you roughly on his thick cock. You kiss him desperately, your walls clamping down tight as he drags you closer and closer to your peak. He curses again, kissing you fiercely as he pistons into you, his own release drawing near.

You’re the first to fall apart, standing no chance against the steady pummeling of his cock against all of your favorite spots. Your head falls back, your mouth dropping open as he holds you upright against his sturdy chest, soft cries of pleasure falling from your lips as he works you through your climax. Your mind melts under the repetitive slapping of his hips against yours, stretching you in a way that only he can.

Your orgasm is his undoing, your slick walls milking his cock perfectly as his thrusts grow sloppier. Kissing your shoulder, he slams your hips down onto his roughly before biting down lightly to muffle his groans. The flushed tip of his cock presses against your cervix, spilling his hot, sticky load into you. He gives shallow thrusts, whimpering as he empties into you, rope after rope of cum shooting into your inviting walls.

He pants softly, clutching you close in his lap as you both start to come down from your intense highs. Peppering soft kisses over your neck, he stays buried deep inside you, unwilling to leave the tight comfort of your dripping core.

“Happy birthday… my miracle boy~” You say softly, finally lifting your head to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Did you like your present?” You giggle, still out of breath from the intensity at which he took you.

“Do you have any of that caramel syrup leftover?” His deep red eyes gaze into yours lovingly as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Yeah, I bought a pretty big bottle. I figured we could use it on ice cream or cake or something, why?” You tilt your head curiously, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. He places a gentle kiss against your lips, breathing you in for a moment before pulling back to stare into your eyes.

“I think I’m ready for a second helping of dessert, ma chérie.”

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