#haikyuu fanfiction writer

[kings-highway]

when I wrote Soulmake / Competitive Fake Dating, i tagged "Asexual Asahi" with complete 100% confidence that this was a widely accepted and common headcanon, in the same way many many many people accept that Ushijima is autistic or that Oikawa can speak spanish pre-timeskip and-

it occured to me, like, a couple days ago, that not only is that not the case, but that I have literally zero evidence to support that headcanon and have no idea where it came from let alone why it would have been so prevelant

well anyway, shoutout to my asexual version of Asahi, a headcanon I believed so vehemently that I briefly blacked out the entire fanon for him to make it work.

[writtenbyevie]

you ever read a fic so good you want to sit around and discuss it with people english class style

[mikhardwheat]

Even after so many years of reading fanfiction, it still amazes me how if you're dissatisfied with the amount (or type) of interactions between the characters, you can always just go and search them up on ao3 to get more and for free.

[chrollohearttags]

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𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘯𝘪.

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𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 | 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢𝚜𝚞𝚖 (𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎) | 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕/𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 | 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 | 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 + 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚡 (𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞.) | 𝚏𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜 |

𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜: 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙, 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊, 𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 (𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚡), 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜: 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚜/𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎), 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛

✨𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 : 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚡𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚞 𝚢𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚘, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘, 𝚓𝚓𝚋𝚊, 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝟸𝟸𝟷: 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚔𝟾 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕

✨𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊: 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚡, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚓𝚞 𝚗𝚘. 𝟾, 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝

📺 • 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚓𝚘𝚓𝚘’𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟼, 𝚣𝚘𝚖 𝟷𝟶𝟶, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎

🎧 • 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚙 • 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚖 • 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 • 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 • 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

🍒 writing info, rules, etc. 🍒

fandoms: attack on titan, demon slayer, hunterxhunter, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, kuroko no basket, haikyuu, one piece

I WRITE STRICTLY FOR BLACK READERS AND MOSTLY PLUS SIZE BLACK WOMEN! THIS IS NOT INTERCHANGEABLE OR UP FOR DEBATE! RESPECT THIS OR KICK ROCKS! IF YOU ARE NB, YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO ENGAGE WITH MY WORKS BUT PLEASE BE MINDFUL OF THIS.

I normally only do AU’s unless requested or commissioned otherwise.

I try my hardest to reply to all ask requests (if I have the motivation to) but I may either miss something or not feel inclined to. It’s not an invite to send it multiple times or spam me because I’ll just block.

I don’t do character x character. (unless it’s relevant to the fic) Point blank, end of. Black women are already grossly underrepresented as is. I’m not writing for a hetero NB ship who already gets tons of love. Stop asking me that shit!

this should go without saying but please don’t trauma dump in my inbox/messages. Obv, I’m fine with listening to folks vent (WHEN IM UP TO IT), but I deal with depression + bad anxiety quite often and I’m not in the headspace to take on others’ problems. On top of trying to churn out fics. If I post about having a bad day, your response shouldn’t be to ignore it and proceed to tell me about your shit. Have some common fucking courtesy.

explicit content including smut, kinks, mature themes such as drug/alcohol use, violence, self harm, suicide, mental health and weapons are talked about on this blog. Refrain from interacting if these topics make you uncomfortable. DO NOT REPORT BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE IT.

this blog is 18+, I do not condone or allow minors on my page. Understand, I can not single-handedly check every blog that follows me but if you are caught, I will block you. I implore you to use common sense and respect my boundaries.

this blog is also kink-friendly and nsfw for the most part. However, I will NOT write about or even entertain topics such as race or age play, minors, SCAT, r!pe fetishes or anything of the sort. It is an automatic block and report.

anons have been turned back on for the time being but this is a privilege and in the words of Ru Paul….DON’T fuck it up. Come into my inbox as if you have some sense or don’t come at all because if you act dumb, I’ll act straight stupid so let’s be nice :)

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𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 🧭 🌷

cherry pie 🥧 (full fics)

cherry soda �� (drabbles)

cherry candy 🍬 (commissions + asks requests)

cherry stems 🌹 (miscellaneous)

🦋fics and things🦋

attack on titan ⚔️

eren jaeger 🤍

reverb masterlist

chapter one 🥧

chapter two 🥧

chapter three 🥧

chapter four 🥧

chapter five 🥧

chapter six 🥧

chapter seven🥧

chapter eight 🥧

chapter nine 🥧

chapter ten 🥧

chapter eleven 🥧

other fics

containment 🥤

studio 🥧

blow me like a candle 🥧

“I can hear my dead homies sing..”

no face, no case 🥧

anxiety 🥧

high school sweethearts 🍬🥧

sing for me 🥧

the video 🥤

the video part two 🥤

detective eren 🥤

venetian nights 🥧

make a movie 🥧

fuck me like you hate me 🥧

friends like these 🥧🍬

everything you got 🥧🍬

“move your hand” 🥤🍬

fuck you and your bestie (w/armin)

armin artlert

pretty doll 🥧

love drugs 🥤

who's soft now? 🥤

pretty when you cry 🥤

tell me you love me 🥤

work boyfriend 🥤

hershey kisses 🥤

pan bestie!armin 🥤🍬

bed time 🥤

all of this love is toxic…

how he apologizes 🥤

suck me up 🥤🍬

you forgive me? 🥤🍬

reiner braun

rodeo 🥧

splash waterfalls 🥤

then and now 🥤

peppermint kisses 🥧

pornstar!reiner 🥤

juicy 🥤

football player x nerd reader 🥤

the winning team 🥧🍬

unwrapped 🥧

buckle bunny 🥤

sing me a lullaby, my sweet temptation 🥧

bake it 🥤

affirmations 🥤

connie springer

when I pull up 🥧

swisher sweet 🥧

make it home 🥧🍬

levi ackerman

sugar, sugar 🥧

filthy 🥤

jean kirschtein

stretch you out 🥤

do you better, make it worse 🥧

rockstar!jean x assistant!reader 🥤

mikasa ackerman

little story 🥤

nail tech 🥤

CHARM’D 🥧

nail tech moodboard 🌹

drug dealer!mika 🥤

super freaky girl 🥤

a day at the salon 🥤🍬

subby mikasa 🥤

random works

let me take you out 🥤🌹

reverb struggle tweets 🌹

ej and y/n’s moodboard 🌹

reverb struggle tweets • part two: real men 🌹

reverb struggle tweets • part three: the early days 🌹

cousins eren and reiner 🥤

jujutsu kaisen ✨

nanami kento

unspoken words 🥧

bad day 🥧

lawyer!nanami 🥤

face to face 🥧

choso kamo

let it snow 🥧

come thru 🥧🍬

hunterxhunter

late night tip 🥧

blackest rose always blooms • pt. one 🥤

HBIC • Phinks 🥧🍬

extra incentive • chrollo lucifer 🥧🍬

haikyuu 🏐

after hours • keishin ukai 🥧

your biggest fan • aran oijiro 🥧

my trophy • kotaro bokuto 🥧

tokyo revengers ⏰

church • taiju shiba 🥧

random works

make it last • mohammad avdol 🌹🥧

kinktober • portgas d. ace 🌹🥧

kinktober • captain smoker 🌹🥧

talk to me • insert imagine 🌹🥤

silver foxes • insert imagine 🌹🥤

on the menu • kyojuro rengoku 🌹

one piece 🏴‍☠️

Portgas D. Ace

free smoke 🥧

fire hydrant 🥤

all my wishes 🥧

[keis-slut]

“shut up, she’ll hear you”

His mom was downstairs, cooking dinner for the three of you, Akiteru’s out doing errands.

“Kei— Kei, we really shouldn’-“

“I know mom’s cookin’ dinner, but this tastes so fucking good,” He pants as he licks and sucks on your clit

“Please! You know i’ll get loud-“

“Then shut up. Its simple as that.”

“Aahh-!” He covers your mouth.

agh plesslq im just so down bad for this man aaaa, please write this into a fic ily 😭

taste|k.tsukishima

CW: ORAL, FINGERING, BREATH PLAY, OVERSTIMULATION, DEGRADING

Third Person POV

“shut up, she’ll hear you”

his fingers curled inside you as his other hand groped your soft thigh, spreading yourself more for him.

“y-you know i’m loud, this isn’t a good idea!”

he shut you up by curling his fingers faster, sending your head back into his pillow with a whine.

“then shut up. simple as that, brat”

you shot your head back down, catching his sharp golden eyes.

you give him a stern, condescending look.

“make me”

on purpose.

he snickered to himself as he raised his body, roughly covering your mouth with his hand before attacking your clit with his lips.

your muffled whines against his hand made him throb, and your legs hung over his shoulders as your body arched in a way you didn’t know was possible.

“good slut”

your legs grew tighter around his head as he removed his fingers, now latching onto your cunt fully.

his tongue darted in and out of you, creating a mess down his chin.

your chest heaved as his hand gripped tighter against your cheeks, making you clench around his tongue.

this power he had over you made you completely and pathetically melt.

he had you in such an unbelievable position, folded over with your legs crossed behind his head,

him just tall and big enough to reach your face to shut you up, and tongue fuck you at the same time.

your face felt hot as the blood rushed to your head, his tongue sliding deeper inside of you while your mouth hung open against his hand.

you continued to clench and throb around his tongue, him emitting a low moan while his top lip found your clit.

his tongue curling as he sucked, you rut against his mouth as he found your high.

you muffled his name against his hand, bringing your own hand up to hold his wrist, the other tangled in his disheveled blonde hair.

he breathed heavy against your cunt, the warm air making your legs quiver and shake as you came on his tongue.

he cleaned you up, giving you a satisfied sigh before he removed his hand from your mouth, and you gasp for air.

“kei…fuck”

he dropped your legs off his shoulders, them now trembling from overstimulation,

but he just crawled up to you and grabbed your jaw, giving you a kiss that tasted like yourself.

he pulled away after he felt you’d had enough.

“moms makin’ food, but you taste so fucking good, no?”

[moechies]

꒰ nsfw masterlists ୭ৎ ꒱

꒰ jujutsu kaisen ꒱

tw : dark content ahead .ᐟ.ᐟ includes . . . toji fushiguro , satosugu , sukuna/yuuji , etc

꒰ blue lock ꒱

tw : dark content ahead .ᐟ.ᐟ includes . . . barou shoei , bachira meguru , shidou ryusei , etc

꒰ haikyuu !! ꒱

tw : dark content ahead .ᐟ.ᐟ includes . . . oikawa tooru , issei matsukawa , tendou satori , etc

꒰ tokyo revengers ꒱

includes . . . hanma shuji , taiju shiba , baji keisuke , etc

© 2024 moechies. all rights reserved. do not modify, repost or claim my work as yours.

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"Adopting" Catboys Kuroo & Kenma

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The last thing y/n expected to happen when she decided to take two stray cats in was perhaps exactly what happened- she woke up one morning to two human boys on either side of her, cuddling up against her chilly body. After the initial panic, and all three of them working through the confusion and explanations, y/n was eventually able to take a breath. These two boys, were in fact, the two cats she brought home. Her energetic black cat turned into a tall, gorgeous man with raven colored hair, his black cat ears dusted with specs of white on the inside, his tail sleek and smooth. Her calm, shy calico became a sweet, quiet man with beautiful golden eyes and black and yellow ears, matching perfectly with his two-tone shoulder length hair. Perhaps one of the most difficult things to accept about the two cat boys she got mixed up with- was that they’re so damn pretty. Both of them. And they had a way of making her feel special, fighting over cuddles when they were in cat form, playing with her hair in human form- she couldn't get enough of their attention. She’d been calling them some random pet names she picked out- but when they revealed their human forms, they reintroduced themselves as Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma.

It didn't take long for the lines of the originally established owner-pet relationship to become blurred, or at least, the nature of this relationship to take on a slightly different meaning.

Kuroo

He fights for her attention and isn’t subtle about it. He tells her out loud, drawing any amount of attention he can away from his calm friend. “Stop petting Kenma, I was the one who helped you with the dishes earlier” He rolls his eyes, his fluffy black ears pinned backward

He steals kisses whenever he can get them, a light kiss on the cheek, a lick to the neck, a brush of her lips. Anything to put his hands or his mouth on her

He likes to maintain his cat form when she first arrives home, snaking his furry body between her legs to make sure he’s the first to welcome her with his scent. He proudly reaches his head upward to meet her greeting, loving the feeling of her fingers gliding through his soft fur

When he fucks her, he loves to rail into her from behind, gripping her hair in one hand and digging his claws into her ass with the other. He loves watching her tight pussy take him in, creating a creamy ring around the base of his thick cock. “That’s a good girl, who’s the pet now?” He gasps, his breath hitching in the back of his throat as he fills her with his sticky load

He’s so vocal with her, constantly praising her, telling her she’s beautiful, moaning into her mouth, her pussy, around her tits- he just loves being loud for her. Maybe some part of that is because he wants Kenma to hear, since there’s nothing better than a jealous Kenma for him to deal with later

Kenma

It’s easy to tell when Kenma is touch starved, he wanders around the house, moping, letting out little sighs and whines. He acts so unbothered, but he wants to be pet and cuddled just as much as Kuroo. “Kuro, move over, you’re kicking me off the bed” He whines

When he's in cat form, he's watching whatever's on the TV, y/n's laptop, or even her phone, with his golden eyes glued to the screen, his fluffy multi-colored tail swinging happily behind him. When he's in human form, he's the one playing the games and scrolling through social media. And he loves when y/n watches him, he'll take quick glances toward her when he wins a match or makes a good play, eager for her praise

He's always curled up on y/n's bed, taking up the warmest spot where her body once was, rolling around in the scent she left behind. She always finds him there when she gets home, looking beautifully soft, taking a short little cat nap before spending the rest of the night subtly begging for her attention

He loves when y/n bounces on his cock, taking his entire length inside her soaked pussy before using her burning thighs to lift herself back up, resting only his tip inside before repeating the cycle. He can't get enough of being edged by her, ridden until her gorgeous thighs physically can't anymore, which is when he'll thrust upward into her tired pussy, watching her tits bounce in front of him until he finally fills her to the brim

Perhaps his favorite thing in the world is when he gets to taste her sweet pussy, lapping at her hole over and over, refusing to stop even when she begs him to. He loves when her fluids drip down his chin, when her fingers grip his calico ears as she cums once again, having lost count of the exact number of times

Both of them

Taking the boys out always becomes an event, forcing them to wear beanies that cover their ears, making them tuck their tails into their pants, they always put up a fuss about it. But they have to get outside sometime, so y/n takes them to the park and lets them hit a volleyball around, buys them some treats, steers them away from any dogs that want to play. Kenma can never seem to keep his beanie on, it always slips down over his eyes, leading to a slightly panicked y/n bobby pinning it back in place before anyone sees

Sometimes they like to come shopping with her, picking out groceries and Kuroo excitedly jumping around when he sees a cat toy he wants. Kenma prefers to stand behind the cart, rolling his eyes at Kuroo's obnoxious displays. And in public of all places...

There are times when one of the boys will get extra jealous during their "special" time with y/n. Kenma will paw and scratch at the door, having just woken up from his nap and realizing Kuroo has once again beat him out for y/n's attention. Kuroo, however, will just barge in, jumping up on the bed and making sure Kenma knows he can't have y/n all to himself

The constant interruptions usually lead to the one left out joining them anyway. Kenma will stroll in while Kuroo fucks y/n from behind, his eyes pleading and cock strained against his sweatpants as Kuroo smirks, thrusting just a bit harder to rub it in. "Kenma, c'mere, I can h-fuck- help you too~" Y/n says, pulling his sweatpants down and taking his bulging length in her mouth. Kuroo's thrusts are all she needs to create a rhythm against Kenma's shaft, and it isn't long before he's spilling his load down her throat. "Already done, Kenma? Better get it back up, I could keep going for hours" Kuroo snickers, the sound of his thighs slapping against her ass echoing beautifully off the walls of the bedroom

When Kuroo's the one left out, he'll waste no time inserting himself into the situation. "Without me? You two..." Kuroo growls, watching y/n bounce on Kenma as his lips remain parted, his face flushed and eyes snapped shut. Kuroo smothers his needy cock in plenty of lube before bending y/n forward, slowly forcing his dick into her ass. "You don't mind, right? Can't just make me sit and watch" He breathes, taking one of y/n's tits in her hand as she whines. Soon, both boys are thrusting into her, filling her up at the same time

They always end peacefully, with y/n asleep in Kenma's arms while Kuroo plays with her hair and cleans her up. She takes care of them all the time- feeding them, giving them a home, cleaning up after them- it's the least they can do to hold her used body and cradle her to sleep.

[osamusriceballs]

Private Tour

Tsukishima x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2,1 k

About: Musuem guide Tsukki- idk, he's kinda cute, kinda flirty and mean, and kinda awkward. He's Tsukki~

A/n: The way I looked up actual information about that museum and Sendai city- no way I'm LEARNING THINGS BY WRITING A FANFIC WHAT THE HECK-

"I can show you around, Miss."

You look up at the very first time you've been hearing English words ever since you started walking around in the Sendai City Museum.

A surprisingly tall, blonde guy looks down at you- a pair of stylish glasses sitting on his nose, as well as a slightly arrogant look on his face if you’re being honest with yourself. A look at his name tag reveals that his name is "Tsukishima" and after looking at him dumbfounded for a few moments, he bites the inside of his cheek, exceeding a mixture of annoyance and regret. "Do you not speak English, Miss?"

You blink a few times before you finally nod, feeling embarrassed by how long you have been staring at him. "Uhm- yes I do."

"You've been walking around aimlessly for quite some time. Our security guard put you on the "watch" list, but I figured you simply don't speak Japanese and don't understand the structure of this museum."

You stare at him again, impressed by his flawless pronunciation- and after realizing what he just said, you keep on staring but with heated cheeks.

"Oh... I didn't want to cause problems. I don't speak Japanese, you're correct. I'll take a leave then." You nod and slightly bow, appreciating that he deemed you as "not suspicious enough to get her kicked out by the security guards, but still weird enough to politely kick her out myself". You quickly turn on your heels, avoiding to look at the very security guard that probably put you on the "suspicious" list, as well as that blonde museum guide that apparently wants to get you out of there as well.

"Wait, wait- I didn't mean it like that-" a few big strides form the tall man, and he has already caught up to you, extending his long arm to stop you before he quickly steps in front of you.

You stop abruptly, confused by his effort to catch up to you and the deep irritated frown on his face. "It's fine. You don't need to apologize." You reassuringly smile and lift your palms to show him that it's really fine, it’s not his fault after all, but he bites the inside of his cheek once again. A habit?

"I meant the offer. I can show you around."

It's your time to frown now at his sudden persistence-

You look at him intensely for the first time, trying to figure out his intentions at this point. The sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled up, and his upper arms seem surprisingly muscular- he generally makes a very fit impression to you. His blonde hair is curled, slightly falling down onto his forehead, and even though it should look messy like this, it's rather cute and handsome on him. He looks really intelligent- probably the combined effect of the intense look in his pretty brown eyes and his position as a museum guide. He's actually very attractive-

"Please." He adds after a few seconds, the word coming heavily from his lips, and you’re somehow convinced that he's genuine with his offer.

"Um... okay. If you insist. But if you're just being polite, there is no need too. I've already seen most of the exhibit, I don't mind leaving now."

He nods after your words and slightly bows, his face looking a bit more relaxed now that you've accepted his offer. "Follow me."

His arm rests behind your back, almost touching you for a second to guide you the way towards the entrance. " My name is Tsukishima Kei. We'll start in chronological order of the exhibit, it's easier for you to get into the topic that way."

"How do you know my age?" You ask him dumbfounded, simply following this man wherever he leads you. "The security guard checked your ID when you entered."

The way he nonchalantly states it makes you stunned for a few seconds, but you're quick to recover from it. "What's your age then? And your birthday?"

He rolls his eyes at your words, but you don't feel real annoyance from him. "Why should I tell you that?"

"Isn't it unfair that you know my birthday and I don't have the chance to know yours?"

He hisses quietly and rubs the back of his head, and you wonder if he already starts to regret talking to you. "September 27. 1996."

"Oh." You nod at his words, actually surprised that he seems so talkative and considerate now. He suddenly stops, and you find yourself standing in a big room that you have passed before. You remember your attempt to read the pretty engraved information on the walls, but quickly giving up when you notice that there were very few words written in English. Is the way you fidgeted with your phone for an eternity and (futilely) used a translator why you were put on the "watch" list?

"Have you heard of Date Masamune?"

You purse your lips to suppress a smile- an embarrassed smile when you recall where you've heard that name before. Tsukishima raises a brow and takes your lack of response as answer.

"You've heard that name. From anime I guess?"

You slowly nod, avoiding looking at him at all cost, but a sudden snort makes you look at him- and you realize that he's laughing. You would be mad at him for making fun of you, but his laugh sounds surprisingly cute and so contrary to the cold persona that he has displayed so far that you don't find it in you to get angry. He regains composure after a few seconds and clears his throat before he turns back to being serious and bored- but the short glimpse at this side of him makes your stomach tingle.

"He actually found the city of Sendai. He was a regional ruler during Japan's Azuchi–Momoyama period and the early Edo period."

"Really? He found this city?" You look at him with raised eyebrows, impressed by the new information.

"He did. However, the Sendai area has been inhabited a very long time before that actually. The story of this city mostly began at around 1600 though."

"With Date Masamune?" you ask, and he nods with a pleased hum. "Correct."

"I would assume that you led me here to show me his battle armor?" you gesture towards the metal suits in front of you, and he nods once again. "Correct again."

"See, I don't need you, I can figure it out on my own." You try to joke to lighten up the mood, and much to your surprise, his lips turn into an amused curl at your words.

"Sure. You want my name tag and show around the next group of visitors?"

"Y/n Tsukishima doesn't sound too bad, does it?" You grin- and freeze when you realize the meaning of your words. He coughs, a slight redness now tainting his pale cheeks, and you quickly avert your gaze.

"I guess it doesn't." Your breath stocks at his words, and now you definitely don't have enough courage to look at him.

"Tell me more about his battle armors. Why are there so many? I can't believe he's worn all of them." You quickly try to turn his attention to something else, and he turns his body towards the exhibition again.

"This is his original battle armor." He gestures towards a black armor with a crescent moon on top. "The design is also used in most anime depictions of him." He side eyes you at the comment but you decide to ignore it, not wanting to tell him that he nailed it. "But some of these armors have only been worn for ceremonies. And the ones in the back are from Toyotomi Hideyoshi." You try to keep your poker face when he drops another familiar name, but he is too smart to not notice how you tensed up for a second.

"I guess you know him too?"

"I uhm... I wouldn't mind learning some historically accurate information about him." You're certain that your cheeks are burning at this point, and you're relieved when he just settles for a small chuckle.

"Don't worry, I'll give you an overview about his life and influence on Japan. I need to make sure that someone who tries to steal my job and my last name knows about Toyotomi Hideyoshi."

"I'm not trying to steal anything here, just to make that clear." You shoot him a burning glare, but he doesn't mind it at all.

"I know at least two security guards who think otherwise."

You look at him blankly, and he returns your gaze with the same blank expression- until you both start laughing.

He has a pleasant laugh and voice- that's what you realize after your conversation with him so far. You're convinced that you could listen to him talking all day- maybe he should voice one of these audio guides?- and you find yourself even more attracted to this man, to his intellect and his wit.

A small group of men suddenly catches your attention though, and you slowly stop laughing- especially when they suddenly gesture towards the two of you-

"Oya oya, what's with that look on his face?"

"I've never seen Tsukishima smile like that- is that his girlfriend?"

"Oyy, Tsukki! You promised us a tour, didn't you?"

"Don't bother the other visitors, Bokuto-san."

You're stunned at the way Tsukishima immediately pales and tries to hide his face- that tall tree of a man with bright blonde hair trying to hide himself with a measly attempt like that?

"Do you know them?" You point towards the group, and he "tsks" and nods finally. "Yes. I didn't expect them so early though."

"Oy Tsukki, will you play with us later? It's been a while, I want to show you my new skills."

"What are you doing here?" Tsukishima's tone significantly changes compared to the way he has been talking to you. No more friendly and polite note, just annoyance and embarrassment.

"We told you we would come, didn't we, Tsukki?" A tall man with black hair and a lazy grin wraps an arm around Tsukishima and rubs his head, effectively messing with his blonde hair.

"And who is that young lady over here? Your girl?"

"Kuroo-san, you're embarrassing him." Another guy with glasses comes up to the front, quickly followed by a very energetically walking man with broad shoulders and white hair.

"Tsukki, introduce us to your girlfriend!" His smile is almost blinding, but you're too perplex after the sudden commotion to answer him- "We’re leaving." Tsukishima shrugs his shoulder until the tall guy lets him go, and you're stunned when Tsukishima suddenly wraps an arm around your shoulder and guides you a few steps away before he removes his arm quickly.

"I'm sorry for that."

He scratches the back of his head and avoids eye contact when he finally brought you out of their reach, clearly flustered by the unexpected situation he just found himself in. "It's fine." You reassure him and try to stay focused on him, and not on the way the guys started talking about the two of you way too loudly, the words "Tsukki's cute girlfriend" making their way too your ears way too often.

"These are... acquaintances from me. Don't mind them. They are fools sometimes."

"They seem nice actually. You should introduce me someday; you don't want to withhold your girlfriend from your friends after all." You attempt to joke to lighten up the situation, and he quickly glances towards you again, his glasses reflecting the white light from the lamp above when he does so.

"I thought you already had my last name? I feel like we skipped a few steps here."

Your cheeks heat up at his words, and you find yourself lost for a suitable reply, only for him to smile again. "Let's start with step one."

His left hand moves into his back pocket, and he fishes for his phone, handing it to you after quickly unlocking it- and you manage to get a short glimpse of his dinosaur background before he presses the contact button.

"I- Can you-" he bites the inside of his cheek- you start to believe that he's suppressing a hiss with that habit whenever he's irritated or doesn't know what to do- and you quickly save him before his cheek turns bloody at this point.

"I still need to learn more about Hideyoshi. If you promise to be my private guide next time too?" You reach for his phone and he willingly gives it to you, now suddenly lost for words. Tsukishima nods, silently watching you while you type in your number, and you read it three times to make sure it's correct before you hand it back to him.

"Here you go. Will you be here tomorrow too?"

"Yes. I'll be here till 5 pm. You can come whenever; I'll make time for you."

You smile at his words and walk towards the exit, shyly waving at the group of men that are still watching you both, and they happily wave back when they notice you leaving.

"See you tomorrow, Kei."

"See you tomorrow."

You finally turn but you don't miss the smile on his face though when he reads your contact’s name.

"Tsukishima y/n."

[catasoph]

How to kill someone

Tendou Satori x f!reader

Summary: Satori was alone his whole life. Always the monster that nobody wanted around until he found someone that would stay with him till the end.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bullying, insults, implied suicidal thoughts, loneliness, angst, hurt/comfort

There was only a little boy sitting at a large table filled with plates and cups for no one to be used, with drinks and snacks that no one would touch. He had a little party hat on his red hair but no one who he would share all the happiness, that once radiated of him, with. His little hands were clenched tightly into his new shirt, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes becoming glassy but no tear was shed. A woman with a large smile came into the room, holding a cake with chocolate gloss all over it. It wasn`t a masterpiece but it showed that she cared.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Satori. Happy birthday to you!” Before her silvery voice could finish the song the boy in front of her started weeping. His face scrunched up until a stream of tears followed. His mother gently placed the cake on the fully decorated table, just to crouch down next to her boy and hold him tightly. “Ohh honey, I´m so sorry.” His tears were soaking into the fabric of her wonderful dress but she didn`t budge. She didn`t push him away or reprimand him for ruining it. Satori was just a child desperately wanting to feel loved and if his friends couldn`t do that, then his mother would need to step up. “Why didn`t they come?” His little hand still clinging to her form while his pleading eyes were looking right through her. How should she answer that? How should she explain to her son that his friends were playing with his feelings, trying to torture him? “I don`t know, darling.” She tried smiling, lifting the corners of her mouth but it couldn`t reach her eyes, because she knew. They both did.

Every year after that he tried again and again. But no one ever showed up to his birthday parties. After that, the first day of middle school was the chance he had been waiting for. He was bouncing with energy, ready to make everything right. When his mom pulled up to school to drop him off he saw all these unfamiliar children. The reason for all the nervous tugging and quickly looking around from others, was the reason Satori's heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, accompanied by a big smile. Nobody knew him here. Nobody to ignore him, pretend to be his friend but call him names behind his back. It was finally going to be better.

His mother tried to give him a reassuring smile, holding his hands for a second too long with clammy hands while saying goodbye. As soon as her boy turned around running over to the other kids going to his classroom, her smile fell and she started nibbling on her bottom lip. Nearly making it bleed again after doing it repeatedly for the last few days. He was gonna be alright. Satori bounded into his new classroom. Eyes sparkling with excitement. Finally, after everything he would find friends. He could join a sports club to find people that had the same interests as him. They could train together and go to tournaments. He would be just like everybody else.

One of his little hands was reaching for the doorknob of the classroom while his other one was holding the strap of his backpack. Squeezing it occasionally to contain his excitement. The door was pushed open and a few heads turned around with big eyes. Nervousness radiating off them to see who else would be in their class. Satori's smile stretched over his whole face, showing his teeth that were still a bit too big for his mouth. His eyes scrunched together a bit. His eyes scanned the crowd for a place to sit, waving shyly at his new classmates that were still watching him until his eyes landed on them. Two boys, who seemed ohh so innocent but were the demons his nightmares were made of. His supposedly friends, which ignored him, talked behind his back and called him bad names at the end of primary school. They were everything he had wanted to avoid for his new beginning. "Hey, look who else is here?" Akui pointed out. He was a plain-looking kid. Dark hair falling over his face and almost hiding his small brown eyes. He was gesturing towards Satori, making the other boy at the table next to him turn around. Yumekuis freezing cold eyes fell on him and a wicked smirk danced along his features that had to look so innocent to everyone else seeing their interaction.

"Hey freak, nice to have you back in our class." The glint in his eyes darkened while he waved toward Satori and made a gesture to the table in front of them. They wanted him to sit with them. It wasn`t a friendly request so they could all be together. It was meant to be Satori's slow execution. He wanted to torture everything that Satori stood for. But he sat. Even though everything in him screamed to stand up, to run, to fight, to cry, to do anything but sit. He sat. Moving mechanically and not moving a muscle after he had found his place. He was paralyzed. The cruel truth of destiny had shown him that he could not outrun his fate. All other children would have been ecstatic to see a familiar face in the same room as them but for Satori it was a nightmare come true. Satori had thought weeks before stepping foot into his new classroom that things would be finally better, but after a few months, he realized how horrible it was going and that nobody had his back except for himself. And even he wanted to give himself up so badly and put a knife in his heart to end it all. The pain and suffering. The feelings. From day one everyone was against him. He became the monster. The soul-sucking demon nobody was allowed to touch otherwise you got a disease.

It was the second period. Their teacher had written a math problem on the blackboard and tried to explain a new formula to solve it. But it was hard to listen when little paper pieces were stuck in his hair and occasionally wet pieces found their way to his forehead. Satori was never sure if someone used water from their bottle for it or just their own saliva. His table was filling up with garbage from every side. But their teacher stayed oblivious. Never calling the other students out and putting an end to the battle against the monster, as the other children often called it. As if he was a demon that would steal the happiness out of their lives and they had to fend him off.

It never ended there. Throwing garbage was just the beginning and as the months progressed his classmates grew braver. Putting his binders into the trash followed by his backpack. They stole his homework and pulled down his pants. It was exhausting. He was always waiting for the next attack. A new move they would pull on him to hurt him. It didn`t matter what he did to prevent it. They were always there. Watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack and humiliate him. All their eyes were always on him. He could even feel them at home in the own comforts of his room. Middle school was hell and Yumekui was the reason it got created. The redhead was at the top of the mountain called loneliness and was just a slight push away from rolling down the other side, plummeting into a deep, cold lake that would finally freeze him. An end that he could already see from the top. It didn`t take long as the last push came. He was a stone that got kicked down, so it could sink into the darkness.

It was a Thursday afternoon and the sun was shining mercilessly down onto the courtyard. From the window, he could see children playing basketball or hide and seek. They all had huge smiles plastered onto their faces and even the kid that fell a second ago, was already on his feet again when one of his friends stretched a hand out to him and helped him up. Satori also needed someone to help him up. He joined the volleyball team of his school to find a person that could understand him. Instead, he found his talent. A passion that had kept him alive for longer. One that gave him hope. They had training on Thursday afternoons but as he wanted to grab his bag full of sportswear, he grabbed into nothingness. His bag was not where he had left it. The emptiness of the coat rack was taunting him. He could already see the disappointed and pitying eyes of his mother when another binder got lost or his backpack broke again. But losing his sportswear was worse because he knew he would have never misplaced it. Volleyball was his dream. He would never be so careless as to jeopardize it. The snickers coming from the last remaining students in the classroom also confirmed it. He hadn`t misplaced or lost it. It got stolen, because everyone hated him and no one wanted to play with him. No one could endure the satisfaction in his eyes when he blocked another spike and finally had the upper hand. So when they had a chance to take away his safe space. His paradise. They stopped at nothing. No feelings or expenses were spared because for them he didn`t deserve it. Satori went with hanging shoulders out of the classroom, eyes fixated on the floor so nobody could see the tears dripping down his cheeks. He was just a boy scared his whole life would be similar. Full of people that didn`t know him but hated him for his looks. He was scared that the bullying would only get worse, with no one to rely on but himself. He walked slowly down the corridor. Thinking about just going home, skipping training when anyways nobody wanted him there. Or if he should go to the gym, make up an excuse about forgetting his sports clothes. Standing his ground and showing his classmates that they couldn`t take that from him. But would it be worth it? To arrive there and only see disgusted faces. Two girls were coming his way, whispering their words and snickering quietly. They had something to do with it. Satori could see it in their eyes. They knew and they didn`t look at him with pity, they thought he deserved it. Until screaming was heard from the end of the corridor.

A girl was standing with their back towards him, gripping a bag that looked incredibly familiar while Yumekui was holding onto the other end. "Stop it! These are not yours!" The girl pressed out. Her whole face was red for exertion but her hands were not budging when Yumekui tried to rip it out of them once more. Satori walked closer to the action to confirm what he already thought. A girl he didn`t know was fighting for his gym clothes. Yumekui's hardened eyes lifted and fell automatically onto Satori. Immediately he let go of the bag and put an annoyed look on his face. Letting the girl stumble back but smile in victory. "Tsk, whatever. Keep this dirty thing." The boy tried to sound nonchalant but failed with the look he threw one last time at the pair before turning around. After he was gone the girl sighed in relief. The last tension was leaving her body before Satori spoke up and she went rigid again.

"That`s my bag." He said timidly, pointing with his long fingers toward her hands. Immediately she jerked around, her eyes wide. "Sorry! I wanted to bring it back but I wasn`t sure who it belonged to and Yumekui didn`t want to give it to me." She rapidly explained, putting a small smile on Satori's face which seemed to relax her. "Where did you find it?" "It was in the bin at the entrance." She explained while handing it over to the boy who had lost his smile again. The truth dawned on him, that this would happen more often now and Yumekui would always find new places to hide it. "I like your smile more." She spoke up once again, a frown now also gracing her lips. Satori took cautiously a step back. His brain going a mile a minute trying to figure out where the trap is. Was that girl in it as well? Is she only pretending to play nice to play an even sicker joke? Was she faking liking him, be his friend only to abandon him? Point with a finger at him, laughing uncontrollably while asking who would want to be the friend of a monster. He imagined a thousand scenarios but her eyes looked at him with so much concern that he couldn`t find the will to just run. He couldn`t even form words but she seemed to understand his inner turmoil. "Are you good at volleyball?" A shy nod followed from Satori before his eyes found the floor again. "Do you want to play before the next lesson starts?" His head jerked up, surprise flashing through his eyes while she just smiled. Satori eyed her suspiciously but she was unfazed, just waiting for him to confirm or deny. So he nodded making her beam at him even brighter before she took his hand and bounded with him over to the yard. "I`m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way. Nice to meet you." After that, there was always someone to hold him. They would play volleyball together and (Y/N) would look at him as if he was a miracle. She would always come to his birthday parties or as they got older, plan them herself. Their last year at Shiratorizawa came around and it was clear they all would go their separate ways. Moving to different cities or even countries and chasing their own dreams. Satori's birthday rolled around again. He was no longer filled with dread when he thought about that day because he knew there was always at least one person to remember it. When he came to class that morning a muffin was standing on his table and behind it, Semi and Ushiwaka were standing with neutral expressions. "Hey, guys. Is that for me?" Satori beamed, eyeing the little treat excitedly. "Of course, it's for you. Happy Birthday." Semi rolled his eyes at him but had a small smile on his lips. "I also wish you a pleasant birthday, Tendou." The redhead laughed thanking his ever-stoic friend as he gave him a little bag with presents their whole team had contributed to. Just as he was about to look at it another voice filled the classroom. The door flung open and loud panting was heard, followed by singing as Satori turned around. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Satori. Happy Birthday to you!" Her face was bright red and her hair disheveled. It was the most beautiful sight he had seen all morning. "Thank you, Paradise." It wasn`t only gratefulness for her to remember his birthday but for her to stand by his side for all these years and save him from himself.

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“I have saved pictures of you in my phone gallery and it feels so weird. I can't swallow the lump in my throat every time I think to delete them, but at the same time I can't shake the guilt that weights me down every day I still keep them.”

-Suna Rintaro/Miya Osamu

[kings-highway]

hey quick question where do we vibe with haikyuu mafia aus? are they still popular? not that i have any idea thats particularly unique but its a real shame that I've never let Daichi actually kill a man before and that could be fun.

thinking... captain squad as an ex gang having to reconnect to combat a new force that is threatening the security of their civilian lives (and paramours) due to them retaining knowledge from their youths that is a hot commodity in the underworld nowadays. Or... something. Oddly inspired by the story of the crusade for the Holy Grail but thats neither here nor there.

It would give me an excuse to give Daichi a gun at the very least. And I could stab Suga. Actually I could stab a lot of people. Lots of whump. Agnst. Makes the softness sweeter.

[jelicoxoxo]

people call just anybody a twink nowadays

[ennoshitas-princess]

More Than Friends

Chikara Ennoshita x chubby fem! reader Warnings: has a little touchy, trying to lift up skirt scene and a lot of fluff Synopsis: it is spring and both of you come across each other during the weekend Word Count: 1,541 This is held pre time skip, around in the spring of his second year. Fluff will be placed in this one shot.

The birds sang their spring song to the whole world. The trees danced in the cool breeze, snowing down little pink petals from above. The sun glowing a warm blanket onto the jade grass. A couple of squirrels chased each other up a tall oak tree.

You walked along the dirt path, left foot in front and then right. People admiring your beauty from afar, specifically a guy that is your neighbor from just to the left of your house.

He stared at your plump figure with a nice light pink dress on, complimenting your soft curves and thighs. Your h/l h/c hair perfectly falling into place. The nice sun hat you had on, made Ennoshita want to go over there and rescue it if it flew off your head. The sparkling e/c eyes of yours made the stars and diamonds jealous.

You carried along a little basket, filled with some nice smelling flowers, from soft pink roses to little white forget-me-nots to some nice magenta tulips. Just the thought of placing them as the centerpiece of your dining table, made you grin ear to ear.

Ennoshita kept walking towards your direction, knowing too well that he probably wasn't going to catch your attention, but it was worth trying.

“Hello Ennoshita-kun! What are you doing out here on this beautiful spring day?”

Your voice ran like honey from a comb for his ears. Your beautiful eyes staring into his sleepy dark eyes made his heart skip five beats. The tips of his ears turned a rosy color.

“Well, I umm… just wanted to get some fresh air, that's all. What are you doing l/n-san?” He blushed profoundly.

“I got flowers for the centerpiece of my family's table and some for my room.” You smiled at the brunet.

“They look pretty just like you- I mean they are pretty just like your dress.” He rubbed the back of his head.

Your face flushed a nice pink just like the roses in your basket. You didn't know what to reply to him. A nice silence stood in the atmosphere.

The two of you heard a scream coming from behind. Turning your heads around, the sight of Nishinoya and Tanaka charging towards both of you, made you shriek with fright.

“You guys, stop running! You are scaring l/n-san.” Ennoshita ordered them.

The two of them stopped in mid air, obeying their future team captain and tutor.

“Yes, Ennoshita.” Both sighed.You giggle at the boys.

The four of you strolled along the dry path a while longer, observing the little white and creamy flowers, the buds on the bare trees, and the nice light blue sky with all the cotton candy clouds. The silence in the atmosphere being peaceful and calm, compared to the noise Tanaka and Nishinoya would be making by now.

“Hey Ennoshita, where are we going?” Nishinoya spoke up.

The boy looked down to the shorter one with a smile.

“I am taking l/n-san home, so she can decorate the centerpiece of her dining table and in her room. I want to make sure she arrives home safely.”

The two boys snickered at their friend, knowing too well that he had a crush on her since forever.

The bell rang to begin the school day with a nice and refreshing start. Ennoshita sat in his seat with a pencil and notebook ready for taking notes when the teacher came in.

The teacher soon entered and started to look through her desk, reaching for a list of things the class will be needing for the year.

“Class, listen up. We have a new student coming to join us for the rest of the year. Please step up and present yourself for us.” The teacher's assertive voice echoed through the classroom.

You step into the room with your head ducked down the slightest bit. Your shining e/c eyes looking at the cold tiles.

Ennoshita, a bit distracted, heard the voice of a girl ring through his ears like a nice flute in the spring at the park, playing its melody for the whole world to adore.

Turning his direction towards you, he instantly swore he must have died just a second ago. A pretty angel like you could never want an average guy like him.“

Hi, my name is- l/n y/n. I am happy to meet all of you.” You bowed.

You and Ennoshita made brief eye contact, while a nice little hue smeared on both of your cheeks.

“Well, then let's start our lesson.” The teacher turned to the chalkboard.

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You looked around the classroom to find that no one was going to sit with you for lunch. You didn't mind sitting alone, but you wanted to make some friends. You guessed that this junior high didn't like making new friends.

“Umm… mind if we sit together.” A male voice called out.You look up to see none other than the boy you made eye contact with.

“Uh- yeah, sure.” Your thighs trembled below your desk.

“You are l/n, right?” He sat down.

Yes, that's me. The new student.” You brush your hair back.

“Well, then. My name is Ennoshita Chikara, but you can call me Ennoshita-kun, Enno-kun, or Ennoshita.” He smiled at you, making his sleep dark eyes shine bright like stars in the night sky.

“Nice to meet you Ennoshita-kun! You can call me l/n-san if you would like.”

The two of you exchanged conversations, talking about how school was for you in your previous school.

Becoming instantly friends, you hung out and exchanged numbers. Soon best friends, and then wanting something more than a friendship.

“Hey Ennoshita, why haven't you confessed to her?” Tanaka whispered to him.

You were a bit ahead, taking advantage of asking the question.

“Well- I mean, I don't want to ruin our friendship. She is my best friend, and I feel like if I confess I might lose her.” He scratched the back of his head.

“Makes sense.” Nishinoya chimed in.

“Oh holy shit, we have to get going! Bye Ennoshita.” Tanaka waved.

“Good luck!” Nishinoya gave a thumbs up.

You turn around to look at the teenage boy right behind you, seeing his friends leave.

“What's going on?” You ask, a hint of curiosity in your honey-like voice.

Poor Ennoshita couldn't resist how cute you looked in that pastel pink dress, showing off those soft thighs he terribly wanted to lie on.

“So umm…princess, they left because it is getting late. We need to arrive home soon or else it will get dark and something could happen to you, or me.” He caught up to you.

The two of you continued to walk along the dirt path to where you live in a peaceful silence, making you feel like you were together.

Both of you came to a halt when you came to the light blue house.

“You can come in if you want. My parents won't come back until after it is dark.” You told him.

Ennoshita never entered your room. He thought on how many posters of boys you might have, or pictures of your potential boyfriend or crush, but only to be shocked at the sight of the f/c walls, neatly organized desk, and a nice clear vase and frames of pictures of you and him.

“L/n-san… your room is pretty.”The poor boy is just so in love with you now, not being able to resist how much of a wonderful girl you are.

“Really, thanks!” You smiled at him.

The whole world stopped for the two of you. It knew too well that both of you loved each other as much as you loved the flowers you had in your basket.

“L/n-san, I know you might not think the same but-”

The poor guy got interrupted by your words.

“I love you too.”

He could not believe the words that came out of your beautiful mouth. Does that mean you were his? Your soft body, your plump cheeks, your thick thighs, everything about you?

He pulled you into a bear hug, squeezing you as if you were to disappear if he let go. He felt your soft figure in his fingers, the smell of roses and vanilla took over his senses. You were indeed the most beautiful girl in the whole world.

“Now that you are mine, may I?” He pulled away, still holding your shoulders.

“You don't have to ask.” You gave him a smile.

He closed into you and pecked your lips. A sweet strawberry flavor burst when he licked his soft lips. Your lips taste like a summer sunset on the beach.

He started to touch your plush body more and soon went to the bottom of your skirt. You shockingly pull away.

“Maybe you should wait until we spend more time together or we are adults.” You tell him.

“Oh, sorry about that. I was sort of excited to be with you that I guess it flew out of my mind.” The tip of his ears turned pink.

The two of you proceeded to kiss each other's lips, and soon after he stayed over the night to cuddle.

a/n: this is literally the third Enno x reader I have done and second chubby reader!! As you can tell by now I love him sm!!!

Hopefully you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Thank you come again!!

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[keis-slut]

bed creaking!!

u were just so fucking horny for tsukishima kei, whining 24/7, now ur riding him, nails clawing at his chest, eyes squinted, puckered lips, furrowed eyebrows, shaky legs. You know what they say, ‘start what you finish’.

you stop for even 10 seconds, slap!

“you can fucking take me, brat.”

ride|k.tsukishima

CW: DEGRADING, SLIGHT PRAISE, SLAPPING, RIDING, SQUIRTING, SCRATCHING

Third Person POV

he landed a sharp slap to your ass the moment you decided to take a second.

“k-kei! kei, please!”

begging as you rut against his pelvis tiredly, making an absolute fool of yourself as you ride him.

“cmon, you can fucking take me, brat”

he groped your ass to lift you up slightly, then dropping you on his cock once more, feeling you pathetically clench around him.

he grunted at the feeling, touching up your sides as you fucked yourself on him, just enough to rile you up.

“that’s it, see…”

you cry and whimper, exhausted as you claw and scratch at his bare chest, trying your best to reach the high you chased so severely,

and he watched you embarrassingly do this, you being lucky enough he let you use him for that matter.

“ride me like a whore”

you started to slow down a bit as your legs shook greatly, physically begging him to take over to make it easier for you,

but he only gave you another slap, in the same spot, making it sting a bit extra.

“a-ah, fuck!”

you yell, picking up the pace as soon as he reprimanded you.

he was enjoying this, watching you helplessly and desperately try and get yourself off,

watching you struggle and rebuking you if you started to lull.

you humiliatingly got off to this as well, him watching you in such a pathetic state.

“c’mon, baby, you can do it”

he wasn’t one for praise usually, but if praising you meant it would make you look more pitiful in the moment,

count him in.

“i-im trying!”

you yell, now humping him more violently as you then finally found the spot.

your eyes clenched shut as you rode it, his cock already lengthy enough to make you feel so full riding him,

it was a bit difficult to adjust his curve enough to hit the spongy spot inside you that made you spiral.

but you finally did, and he was proud enough of you to buck his hips just the slightest to help.

he guided you to bounce on him, squeezing at your ass as you tightened.

you fell against his chest, finally snapping as you finished, squirting climax trickling down his cock.

“good slut”

he praises again, but empty as he slaps your ass once more.

“k-kei!”

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

Training After Class

Akaashi stood at the edge of the court stretching as he waited for practice to start. He hadn't seen Bokuto yet but he was sure he would be there soon as he was never one to miss training.

What Akaashi wasn't expecting was for two beefy arms to wrap around him from behind, hoisting him off the ground and spinning him in a large circle.

"Bokuto," Akaashi almost screeched, not having to look to know who it was, knowing from touch alone. His hands darted out to try and find stability on his ace as he was flung back and forth, praying to be put back on the ground soon and in one piece.

"Akaashi," Bokuto screeched, butchering Akaashi's name like always. Planting the shorter boy on the floor, Bokuto spun him around before forcing him into another hug, trapping him there for a few moments as they swayed. "Are you ready for practice? Are you going to set to me? Do you think Coach will let us work on some new moves?"

"I'm sure he'll let us do all of that," Akaashi quickly agreed, his head still spinning as he planted a hand on Bokuto's upper arm, trying to steady himself after the whirlwind he was just taken on. Once Akaashi was sure he wasn't going to topple over, he pulled Bokuto's arms off from where they engulfed him, putting an inch of space in between the two of them. Like that, Akaashi noticed that Bokuto hadn't yet gotten ready for practice, looking as if he had run straight from class to the gym. "Why haven't you changed yet? You can't train like that."

"I'm going now," Bokuto quickly announced, jumping up as he prepared to race over to the changing rooms. "I just had to see you first."

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