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[mattsundaes]

the fact that suna is 6’3 now is attractive 🙂‍↔️

being 5'6" myself.........the thought of him just like.........looming and leaning in a doorway.............dipping his head down just a bit........hair falling in his stupid, pretty eyes..................send help

[cowabongo]

intro.

hi ,, welcome to my selfship sideblog !!

(because this is a sideblog, i follow from @ real-odark SHHHH)

i will mainly post... well. You know.

im a minor [ 14 ] , but everyone is welcome on my account unless you are a creep! (pr*ship, c*mship, neutral on either of those, bigot of any kind, etc. dni) ++ i am nonsharing !! doubles pls dni

^ speaking of ,, please keep discourse off of this blog! :)

SOME of f/o list ++ info below cut...

(or, full list here)

romantic f/os ::

l.inus gets shakwn around in a jar by me Every dy...a.. Agh.... anniversary is november 25!! hes bfs with my s/i don !! :3 their tag is #🎭 dhlc ++ their ship name is haldwell

e.ury (both versions) is sillywith my god s/i lampádios 💔 their tag is #⏳ laeu ++ their ship name is lampeury

passes away it took me 2 years to f/o f.iyero.... seeing the w.icked movie killed and resurrected me when i saw him Ok. hes dating my shiz s/i sorrel their tag is #📗 svft ++ their ship name is fiysor

bro(me) think he part of the relationship he MADDD🤣🤣🤣🤣!!!!!! ok so . t.om and p.eter (wow another f/o named p.eter who cheered) are dating my s/i sam their tag is #👓🎹spt ++ their ship name is manic canvas)

[ficto-polls]

are you still open for f/o gushing? cause im taking my chances!! it's funny how we happened bc at first i was self-shipping with him as a joke but now im genuinely in love with him ❤️ he may be a little awkward when it comes to romance but i love him all the same <3 im happy to be one of the only people he truly trusts 🥹

yes my inbox is always open for f/o gushing or really anything! ahhwhaah finding love in places that you aren’t really looking for it. that sounds so sweet.. you guys are very lucky to have each other :3 so glad you shared this with me <3

[wgldh001]

Discord?

no, sorry

right now tumblr dms are the only place i can talk. suggestions for other platforms are appreciated tho!

[mattsundaes]

Dee ur gonna wake up to me flooding your notifs again… … … any new yakuza!karasu thoughts you’d like to share with the class?? 👀

thinking about yakuza!karasu who’s temporarily assigned to be your personal bodyguard while hiori is negotiating a deal with your father.

karasu, who’s never turned down an order from his kumicho.

(who’s in the car with you for all of five minutes before he starts to entertain thoughts of a quiet, solitary life in the mountains.)

you’re a brat, point blank.

you’re reckless, smart-mouthed. you try to escape his watchful gaze and sneak away at any opportunity. it’s like you were put on this goddamn earth to drive him up a fucking wall.

and you have this way of smiling at him so sweetly whenever he calls you on your shit. batting your eyelashes and calling him “karasu-kun” as you slip into a faux performance of obedience just to appease him.

(god forbid you learn his first name—)

when he complains to hiori about it, the blue-haired man just laughs, eyes sparkling with mirth.

karasu’s phone starts to buzz a moment later, and he already knows it’s you calling to ask him to bring you some shit excuse for coffee on his way over.

hiori watches in amusement as karasu paces the length of the room while he talks to you, notes the slight tinge of color that dusts his cheeks when he pinches the bridge of his nose after hanging up.

“ya always did like a challenge, tabito,” hiori smiles.

[mattsundaes]

your hunger games post with mattsun immediately made me think of that star wars scene with anakin and padme where she pulls away and goes no not here there’s people around and his response is “yes. here.” THATS SO MATTSUN AHHHHH YOU STARTED SOMETHING

oh my go0000d now you’re going to send me back into a tailspin of sith!mattsun thoughts.

[mattsundaes]

first off i love the name change dee!!!! also i’ve got a terrible sunburn and i can’t stop thinking about roomate kuroo rubbing in after sun for you

-🍓

thank you so much :*!

hooooooooo YEAH. he comes home to find you facedown on the couch in nothing but a pair of short shorts and a bra, making little muffled, pained sounds against the pillow. the bottle of aloe you were trying to apply yourself sits forgotten on the coffee table with only a small smear across your sunburnt back.

cue kuroo being ever the helpful roommate (who realizes he may have made a Mistake when you go completely pliant beneath his large hands, somehow sinking even further into the couch as he massages the aloe down your back. you moan in relief when he reaches the backs of your thighs, accidentally arching your ass in the process, and kuroo thinks he may very well die right there).

[mattsundaes]

we know I do my best work sleepy so here we are

every time you see roomie iwa’s massive back tattoo you have to hightail it back to your room and hump a pillow about it, it’s just so……….

and you think he doesn’t notice, he’s usually cooking breakfast or making his morning coffee when it happens, looking barely awake and still sporting bed head and you know his voice would still have that sleepy huskiness if he spoke

so you think you’re safe, until one morning you don’t close your door allllll the way and you’re on the edge of orgasm when you hear that husky morning voice, hear the SMIRK in his tone, where he’s quietly nudged open the door and is watching leaned against the doorframe

“the tattoo really does it for ya, huh?” and he just takes a sip of his coffee like this is not the single most embarrassing moment of your entire friendship

leira i can't believe you gave me tattooed roommate!iwa and pillow humping i'M CLIMBING THE WALLSlkadjfkladsfkadsf!!!!!!!!!!!! barking. whining. moaning, even.

(i think he orchestrates a situation once you two are ready to fuck it out, in which you end up dry humping in his lap, and he maneuvers you until you're facing a mirror thats behind you and chuckles—"thought you might wanna look at the tattoo.")

[mattsundaes]

dee… please elaborate on spitting in rin’s mouth while he’s jerking off 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

18+

>>: If you’re going to jerk off to porn in the middle of the night could you at least wear headphones Suna: sry Suna: ill cum faster if u wanna just come spit in my mouth Suna: lol jk

—

it’s been three days since rintarou sent you those texts, too high and tired and horny to temper a filter between his brain and his fingertips as they skirted across his phone screen.

you’d ignored him, naturally, and he’d come hard to the thought of you listening to him jerking off through the thin wall between your room and his.

(he’d woken up later to the sound of you making far more noise than was necessary out in the kitchen at some ungodly early hour, cum dried across his fist.)

nobody ever said suna rintarou was a good roommate.

it’s been three days, and rin feels just as dazed now as he did that night, but it’s for a wholly different reason.

“you know you’re kind of pathetic, right?”

whatever porn rin had been watching at full volume (no headphones, of course) sits forgotten on the dimmed screen of his laptop, the device pushed aside to make room for your thighs to straddle his lap.

rin blinks up at you, at the way you’re staring down at him expectantly, fingers buried in his dark hair, pulling just hard enough to keep his eyes on yours. (as if he could look anywhere else after experiencing the sight of you storming into his room wearing nothing but a tiny pair of sleep shorts and one of his goddamn shirts—)

“yeah,” he gives you a crooked smile, a lick of arousal flaring hot in his gut when you give his hair a rough tug in turn.

you roll your eyes, and he fights the urge to rock his hips upward. you’re sitting up on your knees, hovering over the erection that he’s been lazily palming through his boxers for the past half hour as you cage him in against the headboard.

“i have to be up at six for work,” you tell him, voice tinged with annoyance.

rin slowly pushes the heel of his palm into his shaft, shivering at the sensation.

“i can’t control when i get horny,” he shrugs, teeth dragging against his bottom lip as he feels more precum begin to soak into the growing wet spot on his boxers.

“i feel bad for whoever you’re sleeping with if you always take this long to come.”

rin tilts his chin even further, relishing in the way it tightens your grip on him, pain blooming on his scalp.

“it’s called edging,” he breathes out.

you level him with an unimpressed look. “well i want to go to sleep, so open your mouth.”

his cock twitches at the implication, and lips obediently fall open for you. and he swears he hears the word pathetic muttered under your breath again, but it’s all noise as blood rushes in his ears when you lean in, lips ghosting over his own.

rin’s not sure when he shoved his boxers down to let his flushed, leaking cock spring free, not sure when he wrapped his fingers around his throbbing shaft.

but he’s already groaning, hips thrusting as he fucks into his fist when your spit lands on his tongue.

“fuck,” he moans, mouth pressing into yours in a not-quite kiss as you card your fingers through his hair.

his dick feels like it’s on a hair trigger when he eagerly swallows your saliva, a desperate sound tumbling up his throat, hot pleasure flooding his veins. his balls ache. rin thinks he might die here, maybe.

that’d be okay.

and because you know he’s pathetic, you do it one more time, tilting his jaw as he feverishly strokes his dick.

when you spit in his mouth this time, rin comes with a shout, hips stuttering hard as he pumps rope after rope of hot, sticky cum from his cock, not at all sorry for the way half of it ends up splattered across your thighs.

(you leave him panting atop his sheets before he can get a word in. and he doesn’t bother trying to clean you up, not when he can imagine you splayed out in your own bed, touching yourself with slick, wet fingers coated in his cum.)

[mattsundaes]

no bc this has me heat bc like........ seeing everything. i can't i might explode.

18+

you're shy about it the first time.

because you can't understand why sylus would want this, what could possibly be attractive about watching you slip a hand between your legs, lips parted in concentration as you awkwardly try to find your way toward your climax. it's borderline mortifying wondering what you look like in the throes of solo pleasure.

you're not expecting it—

you don't realize—

(you have no idea what this will do to him.)

(what it will do to you.)

"don't hide from me, kitten," sylus murmurs, thumb gently brushing against your bare ankle as he urges you to part your legs. to let him see.

you hear it first, the way his breath goes a little ragged as you drag two fingers down the length of your damp slit.

"is this how you touch yourself when you're thinking of me?" he asks, voice a low rasp. "shyly?"

you breathe in through your nose at the blossom of pleasure ignited by stroking your thumb over your swollen clit.

his breath ghosts against the shell of your ear, "or are you eager? are you slick and shameless as you spread your thighs and imagine you're fucking me, rather than your delicate, pretty little fingers?"

"sylus," you whimper, forehead falling against his shoulder, spit-slick tongue gliding against your teeth as you slip a finger into your quivering heat.

he groans, and you turn to see him palming himself through his slacks, jaw tight. "though i'll admit it's quite difficult for me to imagine anything that compares to the way you feel around my cock."

you swallow, cunt stretching to accommodate a second digit, and your teeth sink into the inside of your cheek as a moan crawls up your throat.

"but the view certainly helps," he exhales, the heel of his palm digging into his erection.

"touch yourself, sylus," you whisper, dripping heat simmering in your gut when you watch him shudder as he wraps a hand around the length of his cock.

he looks at you then, eyes half-lidded and burning with need, the corner of his mouth turned upward. "tell me exactly how i should do it, kitten."

[mattsundaes]

roommate!kuroo’s reaction when he realizes that he’s much more down bad than he thought he was, as soon as he starts craving for even the smallest moments of domesticity with reader😭

kuroo's standing in the middle of the grocery store at 8:34 pm on a thursday night when it hits him.

you skip down the aisle toward where he's waiting with the cart, clad in his red flannel shirt as you wave a box of cereal in his direction, eyes bright beneath sterile fluorescent lights. his heart thumps hard against his ribcage—a resounding knock that leaves him rooted to the spot.

he realizes you hadn't even asked him to come grocery shopping with you. he just followed you out the door when you said you were going. as if he's your boyfriend, not your roommate.

and he realizes a lot in that moment—the way he automatically makes breakfast for two now without even thinking twice, how he rarely catches up on his favorite shows unless you're home and on the couch beside him. he thinks about the flush that creeps up the back of his neck every time your mom asks to say hello to your "cute roommate" whenever you're walking around the apartment video chatting with her.

his knees feel weak.

he thinks about picking you up from work in his car on rainy days even when you insist the walk home is short. he thinks about your shampoo bottle beside his body wash and how he just drinks oat milk now because there's no point in buying two. he thinks about the way you look when you first wake up—how it makes his chest ache.

he thinks about how much he—

the jarring beep of the scanner at the self-check out sends him reeling from his thoughts, and he glances over to find you grinning at him, fingers hovering a box of chocolate bars that sits on display near the register.

"wanna go home and make s'mores on the stove?"

—he thinks about how goddamn in love with you he is.

[mattsundaes]

kumichou yakuza!kita and his most trusted bodyguards the twins + suna 🥹 dee u reminded me of the fanarts aaa i’m gonna go look for them again <33 would sell a piece of my soul to have yakuza!suna ruin me

18+

“sunariiiiiiin.”

rin pauses and bites the inside of his cheek, setting a mental reminder to punch both of the twins for letting that nickname grace your ears.

inhaling through his nose, he walks backward three steps, poking his head into the room your voice came from. it takes all of two seconds for his cock to twitch to life in his slacks when he takes in the sight of you lounging on a leather couch in a sundress.

he remembers the last time he saw you in that, the way it looked bunched up around your waist while you were whimpering his na—

“were you just gonna leave without saying hi?”

it’s never just hi with you.

rin’s fingers drift to the uncomfortable knot in his tie. he hates how kita always makes him wear a tie for meetings. even when it’s just a quick transaction with the head of aoba johsai.

your cousin—

—oikawa, who hasn’t the slightest idea that rin’s been fucking you for the past six months.

who would probably, most likely kill him if he found out.

“kita-san’s got me on a tight leash today, princess.”

kita, his kumicho. who would also probably kill rin for fucking oikawa tooru’s cousin. inarizaki and aoba johsai’s relationship has a tendency to waver on thin ice some days.

you pout.

“how tight?”

rin drags a hand through his hair. “anyone ever tell you how much of a brat you are?”

—

rin’s dick is still achingly hard when he leaves, the insistent vibration of his phone in his back pocket having cut his time with you woefully short.

he’s tempted to break his phone in half when you reach up to straighten his tie for him.

(and he comes hard across his fist to it later—the memory of the feeling his fingers sinking into your soaking wet cunt. his mouth on your neck. your lips wrapped around his fingers, your moans muffled as you sucked and licked and gasped. your full body shudder as you came for him, slick and pliant and needy as ever.)

[mattsundaes]

Hey pookie, wondering if u have any hc for Osamu? Would love to know ur thoughts, this man has me screaming crying throwing up 🫶

i think best friend!osamu gets hard /romantic over taking care of you and having you rely on him.

especially after the landscape of your friendship shifts over the years when you drift apart during bad relationships with guys osamu knows didn’t treat you even half as well as you deserve.

and then you’re single. and osamu unintentionally slips into that role without consciously meaning to—but it feels so natural, taking care of you. feeding you when he knows you’ve been living on takeout food. bringing you medicine when you’re too sick to get out of bed. picking you up from work when your shift runs late because he hates the idea of you walking home alone.

he does it because your exes never did.

because you seem so genuinely surprised every time he does something for you.

because you have this quiet, happy little way of humming when you eat the food he makes for you. because you have this cute way of mumbling in your sleep when you’re sick. because he likes the curious way your co-workers always shoot covert looks at him while he’s waiting for you out on the sidewalk, leaning against the side of his car. because you’ve started hugging him longer and saying his name softer.

he does it because you let him.

[mattsundaes]

DEEEE. CALEB, CALEB AND **** KINK. JSAJKWJHREUSIJKASNASJKSNA KMS.

caleb x f!reader — 18+, cw piss, fingering

“you know you never have to be embarrassed about anything with me.”

caleb’s voice is soft and soothing, a reassuring caress against the shell of your ear as he cups you through your damp cotton panties.

you shiver at the sincerity of it, because you know he means it.

he’s always meant it with you.

he gently rubs the swollen button of your clit and kisses your temple, and your let your eyes flutter shut when the familiar scent of his body wash and cologne floods your senses as he holds you close.

(it makes your mouth water, leaves your tongue heavy between your cheeks.)

“it’s okay if you like this,” he murmurs when you tighten the grip of your fingers on his sweatshirt as a wet dribble escapes you, soaking right into the spot where he’s diligently massaging your folds through the fabric.

“caleb—“ you whimper, trembling slightly, dizzy with a need you can’t even begin to describe.

you bury your face in his shoulder, hips jerking with the shiver of pleasure that runs down your spine as a fresh splash of wetness soaks your panties when he lightly pinches your clit.

he cups the side of your face, his mouth warm and plush against your slick, parted lips. “don’t hide from me.”

sticky, wet cotton scrapes against your tight hole as he begins to finger you through your panties—as deep as the fabric will allow.

“i can’t hold it anymore,” you say against his mouth, chest heaving with the desperation of the mounting pressure in your bladder.

caleb hooks a finger in your panties, tugging them aside, and you choke out a gasp as he slides the digit into the tight, wet grip of your cunt.

he kisses the corner of your mouth when you whimper, adding another finger as he spreads your thighs even further apart and begins to thrust in and out of your dripping hole. “i don’t want you to hold it.”

more piss leaks out of you as you reach the end of your rope, leaving each deep pump of his fingers accompanied by a soaking wet squelch.

“are you su—“

he curls his fingers, lips sliding against yours as he breathes out, “let go.”

a hot, slick gush of piss rushes out of you.

caleb groans, low and deep, kissing you hard, long fingers buried in your pussy as you piss all over them.

your thighs shake almost violently as you moan, fingers tangled in caleb’s hair as an intense, white-hot feeling like nothing you’ve never know shoots down your spine.

and you lose track of it, the moment when the pleasure of pissing while caleb fucks you on his fingers morphs into the pleasure of climaxing on them.

“good girl,” caleb sounds just as wrecked as you feel as he gently plays with the slick mess between your legs.

you inhale sharply from the overstimulation, and he chuckles softly under his breath.

(and it makes you wonder, as he pushes the heel of his palm against the erection tented at the front of his pants, what it’d be like to let go on his cock instead.)

[mattsundaes]

dry humping with meian for the first time being unintentional and just bc yall were needy and then he realizes how good it feels and makes it a regular occurrence

18+

in which you’re the assistant team manager for msby. and meian knows you shouldn’t be doing this. knows you could get fired, and he could get suspended or lose his position as captain.

he should know better.

he should be more responsible.

but you’ve been so pent up since your divorce, so tired and stressed, somehow both overly sharp and wilted at the edges.

and you look so relaxed after the first time it happens—after a disagreement with meian in your office after practice (about how you need to take a day off and let yourself rest, no less) finds his mouth on yours. you continue to argue between the slick slide of your lips, though the words begin to quiet in your throat as he licks his way into your mouth, as he deepens the heated kiss and pulls you into his lap and splays an arm flat along the length of your spine to hold you flush against him.

meian’s not sure what compels the words to leave his lips, gravel-rough and certain when he feels the electricity that vibrates through your body when you incidentally drag yourself over his erection, the way you gasp and shudder, holding yourself there if only to prolong the bright burst of pleasure.

“use me.”

you cum hard in his lap, hips frantically rocking as you drag your cunt along the thick length of his clothed cock until he has to clap a hand over your pretty mouth to muffle the shuddering moans that signal your climax.

(meian nearly tells himself it’s okay if he doesn’t cum, too. but it becomes an afterthought as you gasp and whimper his name into the crook of his neck while you ride out the aftershocks. and he’s helpless to stop the way his cock bursts, orgasm punching through his gut as cum floods his pants.)

you don’t talk about it—but it becomes a habit.

you find meian waiting for you in your office after practice on days when he can see you’re stressed again, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, eyes falling over you in an assessing gaze.

he kisses you and tugs you into his lap, hands splayed against your hips as he rocks you on his shaft, as you keen and whine and dry hump him until your climax leaves you soft and pliant and sated in his arms.

rationally, meian knows that the fact that he’s not fucking you doesn’t make this any less inappropriate.

but he can’t bring himself to care when he thinks of how it feels when you collapse against him, when you look back up at him after every time with a look caught somewhere between shy and pleased (when your stress is nowhere to be found).

and meian feels more than a little justified when your ex-husband shows up one day to try and cajole you into getting him free tickets for the tournament coming up, and he gets to be the one that blocks his path and escorts him out of the building.

[mattsundaes]

deeee i saw the words “daichi” and “praise kink” in one of your posts and now i am respectfully begging for more 🤲🏼

sawamura daichi x f!reader — 18+, cockwarming, unprotected p in v, creampie, praise kink, orgasm control, oral fixation

"daichi, i can't—"

"yes you can."

daichi's voice is a calm, steady balm, the ghost of a kiss to your trembling nerves as your hips twitch involuntarily in his lap. legs wrapped around him, you inhale sharply at the hot sensation that the little bit of movement suddenly stokes in the place where you're seated to the hilt on his cock.

where you've been seated for the past hour now, cunt begging for relief as he gently keeps you in place with two hands cupping your hips.

the thing is, you could move.

daichi isn't going to actually stop you from bouncing on his dick like you want to, like the hot, fat tears pricking at the corners of your eyes are begging you to.

(because you're so full, filled to the brim with every inch of his hard cock that's stuffed inside of you, so full and tight and wet and desperate to feel him plunging in and out of your hole—)

drool pools thickly on your tongue.

you try to swallow it, but more comes anyway as your mouth waters like the gushes of slick arousal that coat his shaft.

you could move, and daichi would let you chase your pleasure and then flip you on your back and fuck you and fill you like the brat you are.

but you're trying so hard to be good for him now, to be patient, and he knows it—

cunt spasming, you gasp, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder and whining his name pathetically.

daichi cups your face, tilting your chin to face him, thumb tracing your mouth. "you're doing so good."

your cunt fucking throbs as his words soak into your bones and muscles like honey, sliding down your arched spine and pooling in your abdomen.

and this, this euphoric feeling that's lighting up every nerve ending from head to toe—

this is why.

you breathe in slowly, lips parting of their own accord as he presses down on the center of your bottom lip. "am i?"

"yeah." his lips brush against your temple as he slides his pointer and middle fingers into your mouth, his other hand rubbing the bare skin along the small of your back when you automatically take the digits deeper. "just a little longer."

he groans softly when you begin to suck on his fingers, free hand sliding up your side to play with your peaked, sensitive nipples. drool slips out past your lips and drips down your chin as you sloppily bob on the digits, lapping and them and moaning.

daichi cups the back of your head, his hips rolling upward just enough to make you choke out a muffled sob around his spit-soaked fingers while he murmurs, "good girl. just like that."

your thighs feel like they're on fire, your lungs burn.

he takes his fingers away, and you whimper, only for it to be cut off by his messy, rough kiss against your slick, wet lips.

he grasps your hips, and he's moving so slowly—

your tight walls clench.

a tear slips down your cheek.

he's barely moving, barely fucking up into your wet, needy pussy, but—

"i'm sorry—" you whine, pleasure cresting hot and fast in your belly.

daichi's mouth slides against yours. "you're so wet. i want you to come for me now. can you do that?"

you hiccup out a sob that dissolves into a moan of pleasure, nodding as he brushes the tears from your cheeks just before his hips start thrusting upward with a force that has you seeing stars.

"come on my cock, go ahead," daichi exhales as you cry out his name.

when your climax hits you, it's sudden and all-encompassing, pleasure gushing out of you in waves that feel like they're never going to stop as you shake hard, more tears falling down your cheeks.

(and just for good measure, you come one more time on his spent cock after he finishes pumping you deep full of hot, sticky cum, if only to hear the way he repeatedly rasps "good girl" against the shell of your ear while you rut your needy pussy into the filthy, sticky mess.)