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not to be nsfw, but I'd kiss Iwaizumi's forehead.

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Follow up with Sugawara & Bokuto in a shadowhunters au! 🖤

'cause both their german va's play jace's role 🖤

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ᥫ᭡。husband status. ⟢ pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

⟢ synopsis: kuroo discovers that he’s not the only man in your life. there’s another. and he’s your husband too.

⟢ cw: crack/fluff, slightly suggestive, honestly this is just stupid

⟢ wc: 1.6k

⟢ a/n: this is just a selfship fic I won’t lie

“Oh come on!” 

Kuroo hears your groan from the bathroom, poking his head into the bedroom with his toothbrush stuck in his mouth, the foam from the toothpaste muffling his voice a little. “Evryfin o’hay?” he asks, resuming his brushing.

“Fine,” you sigh, tapping at your tablet and scolding him lightly without looking up at him. “How many times have I told you not to brush your teeth away from the sink.”

He grumbles and ducks back into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. You hear him spit into the sink and rinse his mouth out, flicking the lights off once he’s done and flopping onto his side of the bed. Leaning over, he kisses your cheek apologetically, earning himself a helpless smile and good natured eye roll. His gaze shifts from your pretty face to the device on your lap, scrutinising it as you start playing another round of the game you were apparently in the middle of.

“That’s new,” he comments, watching you tap different icons to get your character to perform the moves you need it to. The character on screen appears to be a young woman, and with her is a silver-haired companion that fights alongside her. “What are you playing?”

“Love and Deepspace,” you respond absently, completely focused on the battle in front of you. It seems, however, that your absolute focus is not enough, as mere seconds later the word ‘DEFEAT’ appears on screen and you groan again in frustration.

“Are you kidding me!”

“Want me to try?” your husband offers and you sigh, handing him the tablet and quickly running him through the simple controls.

“Knock yourself out, I need to get ready for bed anyway.”

As you disappear into the bathroom, Kuroo tries his hand at the battle, despite knowing that his skill when it comes to gaming is average at best. Once he inevitably loses, curiosity creeps into his fingers and he exits the battle to the home screen, intrigued by his wife’s latest gaming fixation. Furrowing his brow, he observes the cafe setting and the same silver haired man from the battle sits in a chair, apparently sleeping. But after poking him a few times and only seeing some random text bubbles, he decides to explore further.

Across the bottom of the screen, are four icons: Date, Battle, Memories and Story. “Ah, so it’s an otome game,” he says to himself, immediately clicking on the ‘Date’ icon. A few more options appear on the screen, for ‘falling for you’, ‘kitty cards, ‘anecdotes’ and ‘photo studio’. One of the options has the word ‘new’ written next to it in red, and that option is ‘by your side’. 

Naturally, that’s the icon he clicks on. 

“‘Select who you want to meet’,” he reads aloud, eyeing the images of 5 handsome men with their names listed under each. He scoffs as he spies a familiar silver haired man. “What kind of name is ‘Sylus’?”

Apparently, ‘Sylus’ is the name of the character that was sleeping on your home screen as well as the companion you had chosen in battle. If your husband knows you at all then this one must be your favourite. And anything that teaches him more about you of course has his immediate attention. 

“Secret Times and Tender Moments… what’s the difference?” Shrugging, Kuroo selects the top options for Secret Times. Each option has a duration stamped under the title and a couple of them are locked. He looks through them until he finds one that sounds interesting enough to click on. 

“Awaiting Dusk… let’s start here.” 

It’s an audio recording. It begins with the soothing melody of rain, followed by a few other sounds to help set the scene. Kuroo smiles to himself - this is a nice mode of storytelling. 

As the audio progresses, his smile falters and his eyebrows fly up in surprise. “Oh my god… is that-?”

“Baby, have you seen my lip balm anywhere?” you ask as you exit the bathroom with a freshly moisturised face and your hair in a plait. “What are you doing?”

“H-huh wha- shit!”

In his haste to lock your tablet and cut off the audio, his finger slips on the volume button and turns it all the way up. Heavy breaths and kissing noisier fill the room, alongside a deep, sensual voice that brings heat to your cheeks. You leap at your husband and snatch your tablet from his hands. 

“Give me that!”

“Hey- woah!” In your haste to retrieve the device, you trip and land horizontally on your husband, your elbow jabbing into his stomach and making him wheeze. Once the tablet is successfully in your grasp, you scramble to sit up and glare at him hotly.

“You’re so nosy.”

Kuroo holds his hands up defensively. “I was just looking! Besides, I’m not the one that plays a game with audio porn in it!”

“It’s not audio porn!” you huff, scandalised that he could ever dare to suggest such a thing.

“Oh?” he drawls, a smirk crawling across his face as he swiftly takes the tablet off you again.

“Oi! Give that back!”

Ignoring your protests and feeble attempts to take it back, he unlocks it and hits play on the audio. The suggestive noises resume, filling the room and fueling his wicked smirk. It’s a wonder your cheeks haven’t burst into flame yet. “What do you call this then, hmm?”

“It’s romantic.”

“I think you mean horny,” he grins. “These are the sorts of games you play behind my back, huh?”

“I haven’t been playing it behind your back, you were sitting right here!”

Unfortunately for you, the opportunity to tease has risen and your husband never declines. “I thought it was just an innocent fighting game, not a spicy otome.”

“That’s just a small portion of it,” you argue. “There’s actually a lot of complex storytelling and other features!”

“Yeah? Why don’t you show me how complex it is then?”

Chewing your lip, you reluctantly hold out your hand for the tablet. “Fine. Give it here.”

“You can tell me all about this Sylus guy, too. He’s your favourite, right?”

“How did you-”

“No one knows your tastes better than I do,” he says cockily. “Plus, he’s the guy on your home screen.”

“You’re so annoying, you know that?”

“I do,” he smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking you into his side as you both settle back against the headboard. “But you love me anyway.”

“Do I?” you raise an eyebrow playfully and he pouts.

“Of course you do. That’s why you’re married to me and not Sylus.”

“Actually, I’m married to him in game.”

That makes him gasp. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, look.” After the game restarts itself, you show him Sylus and your own character in the photobooth, choosing a pose that shows off your matching rings. 

“Let me see that.” Kuroo scrutinises the screen, eyeing every inch of it. Loathe as he is to admit it, this Sylus guy is handsome, with his piercing red eyes, chiseled jaw and lazy smirk. “Those rings are on your middle fingers, not ring fingers so it doesn’t count.”

Rolling your eyes, you take the table back. “Stop being jealous.”

“Me? Jealous of a fictional man? As if!”

“You’re practically grinding your teeth together,” you say. “Wouldn’t be the first time either.”

“Am not! I’m way better than him anyway. Aren’t I?” Your silence frustrates him which amuses you. “Aren’t I???”

“I mean… are you a billionaire?” you bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing at the look on his face. “And look at him. He’s so hot. Not a single bad angle. And his voice is just so- ugh. That’s a husband.” The tablet disappears from your hands and is tossed to the foot of the bed. “Oh? Thought you weren’t jealous?”

“I’m not,” he says in a low voice, the timbre of it sending a shiver down your spine as he hovers over you and cages you against the mattress. “You can have as many fictional boyfriends as you like but the husband status is for me, and me alone.”

“Oh, I see,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That’s where you draw the line, huh?”

“That’s where I draw the line,” he nods firmly.

“So the fangirling, the thirsting, the spicy audios are all fine?”

“You have your hobbies. Just don’t forget where you belong,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your jaw sensually. He runs his nose up your cheek and nibbles the soft flesh, a gentle warning. His voice is the softest whisper, incomparable to any audio from your game. “Right here with me. Where I can hold you and kiss you… and love you.”

Your eyes flutter, your senses overwhelmed by everything that Kuroo is, flesh and blood beneath your palms, living, breathing and all yours. “Pretty hard to forget when you’re on top of me,” you say flirtatiously and he grins crookedly.

“Exactly. And you know what the best part is?”

“What?”

His lips hover by your ear. “I don’t require frequent updates that take up 40gb on your tablet.”

You let out a snort as you burst into laughter, smacking his shoulder lightly as he chuckles and rolls onto his side, pulling you against his chest. He buries you both under the duvet and you snuggle close to him, still giggling. “I do hate him for that.”

“It makes sense though, the game is very detailed. It’s almost creepy how lifelike he is.”

“Hey, don’t call my boyfriend creepy!” you pout.

“I’ll call him whatever I like,” he says, kissing your forehead. “He tried to steal my wife.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

He smiles that stupid smug smile you fell in love with. “And yet here you are.”

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*ੈ‧₊༺ "AND GIVE ME THE NIGHT AND DAY,"

characters: kaji ren (wbk) x f!reader contents: nsfw mdni !! oral (f!receiving), slight somno + overstim, cum eating, hair pulling wc ~ 700 (not proofread! just a bunch of hornknee word vomit)

a/n: title inspo from 365 by zedd & katy perry! to all my moots who have been enabling ryekaji the past week, i love u guys sm

you feel the blankets rustle around you, a sudden gush of wind causing your thighs to twitch in the cold. the room is still dark as your eyes flutter awake, the silhouette looming over your bottom half freezing when you furrow your eyebrows in your sleep-induced state.

“ren…?”

the absence of his headphones and a sucker in his mouth makes him feel quite out of place, though then again the reason he’s here in the first place is to remediate one of those problems…

kaji falters, metallic eyes taking note of the hoodie you’re wearing, one that you’d undoubtedly stolen from his wardrobe. the piece of clothing engulfs you in an endearing heap, the hem of it brushing against the middle of your thighs where the lack of pants only seems to make him swallow at nothing.

from where he’s kneeling on the bed, his gaze drifts back up to yours, “sorry, i–” he hesitates for a second, “can i…?” kaji wordlessly glances down at the apex of your thighs, and your heavily lidded eyes give a single bleary blink before you speak. “go ahead,” the affirmation washes over him like a wispy cloud lulled by the morning breeze.

he wastes no time, lowering himself to slowly lick a stripe up your bare pussy. the moment his tongue makes contact with your cunt, a moan is pulled out of your mouth, soft and breathy as you tiredly throw your head back against the pillow. he starts off slow, all smooches and kitten-licks over your mound. he’s gentle with his ministrations, extremely so that you’re beginning to fall back asleep from his touch.

your hand reaches towards him just as he laps at your dripping heat, reverently running your fingers through his blonde strands. the sound of continuous wet slurps echoes in the room, kaji’s eyes almost drooping shut as if savouring the taste of your juices.

“ren– mmhn…” you whimper into the pillow beneath your head as his tongue dives into your twitching hole, slick gushing past his moistened lips. his nose repeatedly bumps against your clit every time he switches from thrusting into you and flicking the tip of his tongue along your slits, your debauched sounds getting louder and louder as time passes.

kaji grunts as he curls his tongue, trying to take every drop of your sticky mess as much as he can. he eats at you like a man starving, drinking you up like you’re the only thing he’s ever craved to taste.

the coil in your stomach builds faster, your legs tensing beside his head before he presses his palms on the back of your thighs to spread you wider for him. “o-oh god, i’m close,” you gasp as your back arches from the mattress below, which only seems to spur him on. he fervently sucks and laps at your cunt, sensing you quivering on his tongue.

not a second later, you convulse under him, lips parting and eyes snapping shut as your orgasm rips through your whole body. you grip tighter on his hair, kaji’s name falling from your lips in a keening cry of pleasure.

oversensitivity starts to seep in when kaji doesn’t relent, his mouth still latched onto your soaked pussy. you protest with a slurred whine, pushing at his shoulder and trying to buck your hips away. “ren– ren! ‘s enough,”

he gives one last intense slurp and a loud prolonged suck at your swollen clit, causing you to yelp and only then does he pull away. it’s a habit kaji had grown accustomed to whenever you’re forcing him away from the sweet nectar between your thighs, much like how he’d begrudgingly pull out his lollipops on several occasions.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. you just taste so good,” he rasps, not bothering to wipe away the shine on his chin from the mixture of his spit and your cum as he peppers butterflies kisses on the inside of your thighs. kaji revels in the way your hand is still sifting through his already disheveled hair, albeit weakly as he watches you eventually go back to your much needed slumber.

a pretty thing like you, letting him have such a sweet little treat. kaji should probably think of something to gift to you in the morning.

taglist open !

thought abt this like literally in the middle of my exam and i had to get it down asap right after i got back wtf Wtf someone get this man away from me!!! (don't pls )

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

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watching the first karasuno v seijoh match and iwa shouts at oikawa "you wanna fight or smth" and i'm just.

my type is typing.

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deeply grateful to have found people here who actually like....care....about characterization in writing instead of just mashing every character they like into the same generic daddy dom mold bc its the only version of masculinity they think is sexy

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I'm just gonna take a moment to offer a big fucking thank you to all writers who take time to understand the characters they write for—OCs or pre-existing characters alike—because that shit's hard. It's hard to get into the head of your characters. It's hard to capture their voice. These stories of yours may not get as many notes or attention on this site, but that does not mean they aren't appreciated. I can't speak for other writers, but you all inspire me to keep trying and keep writing.

Thank you for sharing your time and work with us.

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Ace of Diamond! ⚾️

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*looks at Iwaizumi*: nice

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a love like ours should be kept quiet, tucked away amongst the clouds, the softest whisper on a late summer breeze as it combs delicately through each blade of grass. something so precious should be kept sacred, away from prying eyes. but how can we hide it, when that loves shines on our faces even after the sun has set?

ty to @lyqiche for bringing this to life, im in love 🥺🩷

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it!!!! Giggling and kicking my feet rn!!!! Thank you 🥹💜💜💜

hello my most beautiful gray! I hope you’re having a pleasant day 💜💜　might I know what pose you’d assign haruix? 💋

hiccuping and sniffling over this pose because it shows how protective and sweet he is with you while also hinting that he is kind of shy 😭🥺 he’d make it his wallpaper and when he looks at it too long he blushes HEHE

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Summers at Furin

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krmy :)

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it comes and goes in waves

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+18, mdni, slight perv!suo, slight age-gap, general suo-shaped weirdness

senpai kink!suo who's always had a thing for older women, liked the way they held themselves, liked how they (for the most part) knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to ask for it (or take it). it's not like he'd ever had an objection to girls his own age (of which there were many in his illustrious high school career as boufuurin's right hand man) -- he liked their sweetness, their wide-eyed innocence, they way they blushed and swooned (so easily manipulated, sweet little dolls).

senpai kink!suo who's quite literally smitten the first time he sets eyes on you, halfway across campus during the first week of college, and you're gorgeous, the kind of pretty that sets his stomach spinning inside him, makes his palms go tacky (though he'd never, ever admit it out loud), makes his cock kick in his pants as he leans over to the guy next to him and asks -- "hey, who's that?"

the guy (suo's forgotten his name already) glances over in your direction before letting out a low whistle.

"oh her? she's the campus flower, two years above us so you don't stand a chance, dude -- she doesn't go for younger dudes -- god, but she's so hot, highlights don't look good on a lot of chicks but on her --"

suo frowns, shaking his head, "no no no, not that one, the one right next to her --"

the guy pauses, "oh -- uh... i think that's her friend -- they're always together but uh..." the guy glances back at suo before shrugging and telling him your name.

suo mouths it with barely masked reverence, adjusting the straps on his backpack.

"thanks," he says, without ever taking his eyes off you. he sets off across the quad, ignoring the guy's frantic shout of -- "s-suo?! wh-what're you doing?!"

he almost rolls his eyes -- isn't it obvious? he's going to talk to you.

senpai kink!suo who is not shy (and it's a little shocking at first, but refreshing too) when he walks up to you and introduces himself, who has zero compunction calling you senpai with that voice of his, all half-moon eyes and a trickster's smile, cocking his head as he asks you if you'd be willing to give him a tour of the campus bc he's just a lost little freshman who started a week ago (although everyone knows that the welcoming committee actually does a pretty decent job of showing everyone around).

you agree, because of course you do, though it jars your friend a little when suo barely glances at her before asking for your number (she's not used to being ignored, that one).

senpai kink!suo who stands just a little too close to you in the cafe checkout line, smiling so sweetly when you ask him about his classes (god, what he wouldn't do to bend you over any of these cafeteria tables and fuck you till you cried), tells you about his classes, is the perfect gentleman (bc of course he is), holds the door for you, asks you about your major ("uwahh... senpai must be so smart!"), compliments you just to bask in the sunset rush of your blush.

senpai kink!suo who does not miss the way your eyes linger on him every time he excuses himself, the way your brows furrow ever so slightly, as if you're confused as to why he's showing you so much attention, who slams the door on his own dorm room, not bothering to lock it before he's shoving a hand passed the waistband of his pants and gripping his already throbbing cock, a choked moan ripping out of him as he ruts into his own fist.

he pictures you, your pretty lips glossed to a shine, your big, bright eyes, the way you'd looked just a little confused as he walked away. it takes him no time at all to spill all over the insides of his freshly laundered slacks.

"well..." he sighs, staring with a near academic interest down at the cum dripping down the back of his hand, smeared across his palm.

"this should be interesting."

senpai kink!suo who just so happens to bump into you outside your first lecture of the day, asking if you'd like coffee, who somehow is at your favorite bar the following friday night laughing with a few of his freshman classmates. who "doesn't even notice" when you come in with your friend (you know, the super pretty one everyone on campus is obsessed with) and post up at the bar.

"here, from the gentleman over there," the bartender says, sliding a perfectly made strawberry daiquiri in front of you as you stare, nonplussed, at the drink, before twisting around to look in the direction the bartender had been pointing at, only to spot suo, who grins and raises his own half-finished wine glass.

you blush and take a sip, even as your friend frowns slightly (she's usually the one getting free drinks).

across the bar, suo carefully runs his thumb along the rim of his glass and turns back to his classmates, who are all lamenting that the bartender had given the drink to the wrong girl.

(suo had made doubly sure he hadn't.)

senpai kink!suo who lingers behind just a bit longer, waits for your friend to leave before he slides into the seat next to you with his empty wine glass.

"did you like your drink, senpai?" he asks.

you startle very slightly before flushing; suo swallows back a groan.

he's fucked.

you nod, lashes fluttering as you look back down at your nearly empty cocktail glass.

"yes -- how... how did you know i'd like daiquiri's?"

suo makes a soft noise, tipping his nose at the bartender as the man reaches over to fill suo's glass with some more wine. he swirls the dark liquid round once before holding the glass up to his nose and taking a whiff.

"lucky guess," he says, voice light with laughter as he offers the glass to you, "this is one of my favorite wines -- i was surprised to find it on the wine list here."

you blink at him for a moment longer before tentatively leaning forward to sniff at the wine too. it's round and full-bodied, smelling of tanins and oak. you pull back with a smile.

"smells good!"

suo watches with amber-shot eyes, framed in enviably long lashes, "would you like a sip?"

his voice dips, whiskey-deep, low and warm and coaxing. you feel your breath hitch in your chest as if caught there by the sound of his voice, and for a second, you wonder why it sounds like he's asking you something else entirely.

you swallow before nodding, reaching forward to take the glass. your fingers brush, the tiny slip of contact sending sparks sizzling up the length of your arm.

you take a sip of the wine, your eyes caught in the net of his enamored gaze, and suo thinks himself a lost man. he licks his lips as you pull the glass away, the dark of the wine staining your lips even as you purse them to clear the last remnants away.

his stomach clenches with heat even as he offers you a bright smile and takes back his glass. surreptitiously, he spins the glass all the way around to press his lips to where yours had just been, tips the glass back, and drinks.

senpai kink!suo who is ever the gentleman, takes his time with you, walks you home after the bar, buys you coffee in the mornings, jokes with you in the elevator of the university library, buys you drinks at the local bar till his presence in your life is more a given than a variable. who, finally, after months of carefully insinuating himself into your life, finds himself sitting next to you on your apartment couch, your best friend (and roommate, suo had found out to his immense dismay) thankfully gone for the night to some party or other.

you're telling him something about this professor or that, and the slow realization that he's tipping forward, his lips hovering an inch above yours comes as a shock to you both.

"s-suo-kun?" your voice is soft, spun sweet as cotton candy.

suo lets out a shaky breath, "senpai... can i?"

you stare up at him, eyes searching his (fruitless) for the answer to a question he himself has never needed to ask (are you sure? -- fuck yes, of course he's sure, he's never been more sure of anything else in his entire fucking life).

you give a tiny little nod, and then -- he's drowning, drowning in the press of your delicate lips on his, drowning in the taste of your tongue as you gasp open for him and he feels himself pouring into the heat of your mouth, drowning in the dizzying noises you're making at the back of your throat, and the drag of your fingers as they curl in his hair, at the fit of his palms on your hips as he hoists you onto his lap and groans at the friction of your clothed cunt over his already hard cock.

you give a tiny squeak at the feeling, heat washing into your cheeks as you try to pull away.

"no -- no, no, no -- senpai, please --" suo's never been one to beg, but he's not above it (he's not above anything when it comes to you), "i've wanted this for so long -- please --" he says again, looking up at you with imploring eyes. and he thinks he must look drunk, something wretched with the way you're staring down at him, that tiny furrow between your brows.

"y-you... you have?" you ask, sounding genuinely surprised, though you make no move to pull away, and something inside of suo loosens ever so slightly. he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

"yes -- every since the first day i saw you -- god --" even his voice sounds bedraggled, nothing like his usual, carefully curated brightness. he digs his fingers into the plush of your hips, surreptitiously rocking you down over his lap. you let out a tiny keen and it takes everything inside him not to shove you back and pin you beneath him.

"suo-kun... i --" you let out a small, incredulous laugh before it melts into a gasp as he rolls his hips up into yours.

"are you really surprised, senpai?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled against your skin as he continues to rock you down over him, slowly, steadily, reveling in the abortive hitches in your breath as you clutch at his shoulders, head tipping back. "that i'd want you this badly? that i couldn't think of anyone -- anything else?"

he lifts his head to watch you, eyes hungry as he takes in the slackened expression of pleasure painted so clearly across your face. he nearly keens at the thought, letting his fingers trail down your thighs till they creep beneath the hem of your skirt to tease at your thighs. he feels you tense, but a moment later, you're looking back down at him with a crystalizing want in the sharp light of your eyes and suo feels himself shiver.

"c'mon --" you say, shimmying off his lap and jerking your head towards the bedroom door. suo stares for half a second before jolting up to join you, lacing his fingers between yours.

senpai kink!suo who nearly blacks out the second he's actually got you beneath him, his cheek pillowed on the silken skin of your thigh as he teases at your sodden folds with his fingers. he groans, kissing his way up and down your legs, thinks that he could be happy spending eternity here, just here, in the space between your thighs, teasing you till you tipped over into oblivion.

"senpai..." he drags out the word, "were you this wet the whole night?"

you whine, fingers clenching in the sheets, "a-are you gonna get on with it o-or -- oh --"

he tuts, leaning up to suck at the throbbing bead of your clit, shoving a finger roughly passed your entrance without warning.

"mm... you taste so good... i knew you would... but who knew you'd be such a brat in bed, hm?" he asks, gently flicking his tongue along your clit, alternating between long, languid licks and soft little kitten ones. he keeps his pace slow, teases his finger inside you till he brushes up against the one gummy spot that has your legs tensing, your head tipping back.

"s-suo-kun!"

"ah... fuck... there it is --" he watches you with darkened eyes, lightless as they take you in, "i didn't know you were such a dirty girl, senpai -- such a good girl on the outside, hm? does you best friend know you like getting fucked by your underclassmen?"

you keen, knees bending slightly as you try to work your hips up into his hand for more friction. he pins you down with a single fluid move, pulling himself up the length of your body to grin at you.

"hm? do you not like me talking about another girl when i've got my fingers inside you? mm... don't worry, senpai, i've only got eyes for you."

senpai kink!suo who fucks you so thoroughly you're honestly a bit bewildered, lying there in the midnight dark of your room, his body tucked in next to yours, wondering where on earth he'd learned the shit he knew.

"don't think too hard about it, senpai," he murmurs, curling in around you, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. you turn to face him, the pair of you curved like parenthesis beneath your floral patterned sheets.

"i... i don't think i've ever slept with anyone younger than me before," you admit with a tiny laugh, to which suo only grins.

"that's alright, there's a first and last for everything," he says, before pulling you into his chest and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. you let your eyes flutter shut, too tired and fucked out to linger over his words.

"mm... i guess you're not that much younger than me, anyway," you murmur, already half asleep.

suo chuckles, threading his fingers through your hair as he shifts forward to more comfortably settle against you.

"you're only a year and a few months older, senpai... i wouldn't worry about it too much."

you hum, drifting off.

(you never did remember when you'd told him your birthday was, but you figured that you must've done it over drinks one night and just forgotten.)

(you hadn't.)

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The Butterfly & The Flower 【蝶戀花】

Pairing: Akaashi x F!Reader Word Count: 7.7k Genre: Chinese Mythology, Historical Fantasy, fluff, angst with happy ending Warnings: death, reincarnation, folk religion themes, temporary amnesia, immortal x human relationship

This is a part of the hqhq server monthly collab! The theme is Mythology. I’ve been so excited for this ever since the prompt was picked!! All the other incredible collab pieces can be found here. (goes live 3/12/2021 19:00 est) Thank you @vanille–kiss,  @kurinoot , and @karasunomygod for helping me beta, and Cass @kuroowo​…my braincell.

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Akaashi landed on a boulder and fluttered his wings. In the form of a butterfly, he had seen rivers form and mountains move. He witnessed languages being created and civilizations fall to ruin. For five hundred years, Akaashi flew about and rested alone. The only tethers of hope he carried were the most cherished memories he carefully kept safe. He wasn’t always a butterfly; at some point in his existence, he was a mortal human. Finally, at the end of a seeming eternity, Akaashi closed his wings and laid to rest. After a trial of five hundred years, one last feat remained.

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