#yamamoto x you

[strawwritesfic]

Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 6]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Sexual humor; sexual dialogue; summer vacation; comedy; fluff; eccentric grandparents; Grease references; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna & Reader; Reborn & Tsuna; Reborn & Reader; Original Character & Reader)

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Master List

Chapter 6: Really Hot Weather

It didn’t take long for the glow of love to fade into something more like your usual personality. Well, not in the presence of a certain boy, at any rate. Tsuna and Takeshi still had to go to summer school, after all, which meant you still had to spend the majority of your days with Hayato instead. And if anyone thought that your dating Takeshi would change Hayato’s view of you, well...

“For the love of–” you said. “Could you put that thing out for two seconds? You’ve been smoking since we got here!”

“What’s it to you?” Hayato asked, taking a lingering drag on the cancer-stick in his hand. He didn’t so much as bother to look at you as he did.

“It’s already hot out here. I don’t want my lungs burning, too.”

“I don’t have to listen to you. The Tenth is my–”

“I know!”

You rubbed your temples. For goodness’ sake, why did Hayato have to be so irritating? It wasn’t as though you actually enjoyed being ticked off at him, but his attitude combined poorly with the heat. In a tone of forced patience you said:

”I know that you only listen to Tsuna. But secondhand smoke isn’t good for other people, and it’s really rude–”

“Gokudera! [Name]!” 

You looked around as Tsuna’s voice called out to you from across the school grounds. He and Takeshi had been let out just in time; four on the dot, and right before Hayato gave serious consideration to stuffing his cigarette down your throat to shut up. 

Speaking of, Hayato stood up a little straighter as the other two boys approached.

“Were you waiting long?” Tsuna asked worriedly.

“Not at all, Tenth!” 

You rolled your eyes. Determined to ignore Hayato’s gushing, you grinned as Takeshi arrived, then grabbed his arm.

Takeshi slid his arm around you. “Nice to see you, too. And how was your day?”

“I’m really beginning to hate summer school,” you said with a pout. “Hayato is so mean to me all day without you there to protect me.”

“Like hell I am, woman!” Hayato said. 

You winced. You had thought he would be too busy with Tsuna to hear you. Quick as tack, you changed tactics.

“For that matter, my name isn’t woman!” you shot back. “It’s [Name], and you’d do well to remember it.”

“Like I’d  go out of my way to remember the name of any girl that idiot would want to date!”

You opened your mouth to send another scathing insult Hayato’s way, but Takeshi stopped you by stepping in between you and Hayato.

“Hey, now. I think the two you have seen enough of each other for one day.”

“We’ve all seen enough of her for our entire lives,” Hayato muttered. 

You scowled and took a step forward, but Takeshi laid one hand on your shoulder and pushed you back, smiling.

“And it’s really hot out,” he continued as if Hayato had not even spoken. “So I think I should take [Name] home and make sure she’s okay…and that she doesn’t bother Gokudera anymore,” he added at the look on Hayato’s face.

“Are you sure, Yamamoto?” Tsuna asked, looking slightly nervous as he looked from one boy’s face to the other. 

Takeshi laughed, pulling you closer. You gave Tsuna a small smile yourself. It was quite a struggle not to betray that the heat was so bad you already wanted to shove your own boyfriend about ten feet away from you.

“Sure thing, Tsuna!” Takeshi said. “We’ll come by this evening to finish our homework, okay?”

“If you say so. Bye, Yamamoto. Bye [Name].”

“Bye, Tsuna!” you called as Yamamoto steered you away. “Don’t let Hayato annoy you too much!”

And with that, you pulled on Yamamoto’s hand and ran off down the sidewalk before you could hear Hayato’s retort.

******

“Ugh. It's so hot,” you said. 

About thirty minutes after escaping from the nefarious clutches of Hayato, you were around lounging in your grandmother’s living room. Truth be told, it wasn’t much cooler there than it had been outside the school. You had your legs draped over the back of the armchair as you fanned your face with a decorating magazine.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Takeshi said. He sat a few feet away at the kitchen table, a no-longer-sweating water bottle clutched in one hand. “Does it not get this hot where you live?”

“Not this hot. This is ridiculous. We need a way to beat the heat.”

“Well, you could always take more clothes off.” 

You sat up, ready to gape at Takeshi for giving you such a strange suggestion. It took you several seconds to realize that your grandmother had walked into the room and the suggestion had come from her.

“Grandma!” you said indignantly.

“What? You’re practically naked anyway,” she said, eyeing the outfit you were wearing, which really was not that impressive as far as public nudity went, seeing as it consisted of your bathing suit top and a pair of shorts.

“I like it,” Takeshi said with a smile.

“Trust me, kid, you’d like her even more with it off,” she said as she pulled a chair out and plunked herself down next to him. “If you’re going to wear that little, [Name], you might as well go whole hog and do it.”

You paled. 

Takeshi laughed. “It? What are you talking about?”

“Then again, you’re supposed to do that to warm up, and I guess that wouldn’t really help today.” She looked over at you still splayed across the chair. “Still, might be fun, if you can get this one to understand the basics.”

“No,” you said flatly. It was too hot to get riled up at her, and there would be no harm done anyway since Takeshi seemed to have no idea what she talking about. 

Your grandma shrugged. “Maybe some other time, like when you come for Christmas break.”

“Hey, I have an idea!” Takeshi said.

“Really?” your grandmother asked as you said, “What is it?” 

Instead of answering, he stood up and walked toward the door. “You’ll see. Be right back!”

******

Takeshi returned fifteen minutes later. He was not out of breath in the slightest, though you could not say the same for yourself after you opened the door to find your boyfriend wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and carrying what looked to be a very overstuffed bag.

“Um…” you tried.

“I’m back!” he said. 

He slipped around you into the mildly air conditioned house, but he did not stay there for long. Before your grandmother could even remark upon your good taste in men’s butts, he slid the back door open and stepped outside. You blinked after him, shut the front door, and followed.

When you arrived, he was already busy with his plan. There, sitting in the middle of your yard, was an inflatable kiddie pool, already blown up and being filled with water from the hose.

“Like it?” Takeshi asked. 

You nodded.

“See, I thought this might make us a little cooler, and we wouldn’t have to take off all of our clothes like your grandma suggested.”

“Right,” you said. 

“Go ahead and put the rest of your swim suit on while I finish this up. I promise it’ll be ready by the time you’re back.”

“Back in a flash!”

You could not rush to your bedroom, close the door, and get your bottoms on fast enough, it seemed. True to his word, the pool was full to the brim with water when you returned to the yard. Takeshi remained exactly where you’d left him, and when he caught sight of you, he grinned.

“Ta-dah!”

“It’s amazing! Great idea, Takeshi!”

“It is,” he agreed. “There’s just one thing missing.”

“What’s that?”

“You!” 

Before you could react, before you could defend yourself, he picked you up and threw you gently into the pool. You blinked away the water from the splash and glared up at him.

“Takeshi!” you shouted. 

When he continued to laugh instead of apologize, you grabbed his arm and tugged him in after you. Needless to say, you both arrived late to Tsuna’s…late and very wet.

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Headcanons of what it would be like to date Takuya Yamamoto

H e a d c a n o n s!

𝑭𝒕.Takuya Yamamoto

Takuya was always extremely shy around you, precisely because he liked you a lot and didn't know exactly how to express himself, for this reason, he took some time to declare himself, also fearing your rejection.

He is definitely really very affectionate, he is the type of boyfriend full of clichés, Yamamoto spent hours studying or at least reading articles on how to be a good companion or something, he is sensitive and romantic at the same time, always valuing the your relationship.

Sometimes he is a little insecure, for that reason words of affirmation are always not received by him, Takuya likes to spend a lot of time with you, but his main love language is acts of service.

He dedicates songs to you, he always shows you the songs that remind him of you, secretly he made a playlist that he listens to every time he misses you.

Yamamoto definitely loves physical contact, hugs, cuddles and kisses, he could spend hours cuddling with you if he could. He also likes to give you kisses on the forehead and caress your cheeks.

He feels jealous, but not because of a lack of trust in you, on the contrary, Takuya trusts you more than anyone, precisely because he is insecure, he fears being exchanged for someone else..

Yamamoto loves holding hands, even though when he feels a little nervous his hands get a little shaky, at the beginning of your relationship he did everything he could to hide how shy he was and always asked for permission to hold your hand.

He likes to give you gifts, he often tries to make the gifts himself but they end up not working out very well, so whenever he can, he buys them.

Takuya likes to draw you, but he keeps it a secret, hiding his drawings in one of his scribbled school notebooks.

As soon as you agreed to date him, Yamamoto presented you with a promise ring in order to impress you. (He's a baby)

He actually seems to be somewhat innocent, despite this, Takuya likes to have more intimate moments with you whenever he can, but of course, always being extremely respectful, he is a little embarrassed to ask you directly for something, so he just starts to look at you "differently".

[atarathegreat]

They Come Home Late Tokyo Revengers

ft: Shinichiro Sano, Kazushi Yamagishi, Takuya Yamamoto,

No one likes to work late, unless you're Shinichiro, but canonically he don't get bitches soooo

Call it a nuisance all you want, Shinichiro would argue that it was just another day at the shop. That man would spend hours upon hours in his shop, or rather, the garage attached to it. You never really understood why it was all important to Shin, you just knew it was. He loved fixing what was broken and what was better for a biker mechanic to fix than a bike? Nothing, if you asked the eldest Sano boy. He was bound and determined to make any and everything work the right way the first time. Yet, like a curse, any Sano could never have something they loved without a catch, a cruel take from the universe for the give Shinichiro received. Sometimes he spent so much time in his shop, or garage, or on his own bike that he rarely got to see you conscious. He always arrived home well after you'd gone to bed, and that's the thought that plagued him as he ate his cold dinner. It had no doubt been warm when you'd placed it in the oven, but now it was cold, and Shinichiro couldn't bring himself to risk the beeping microwave waking you. You worked just as hard as he did, if not more, and he didn't want to be a factor to your fatigue. He stayed against the counter for only a moment longer, finishing his cigarette butt before tossing it in a cup of water. You'd scold him for the mess and he'd clean it with a smile, as was routine. Shinichiro tried to manage staying at your place and at his grandfather's with his siblings, but he hated it when he didn't get to see you. Something about the decor in your home made him feel better after a long day, the muted, yet somehow bright, colors hanging over your windows and the old, shaggy, puke green carpet in your living room was always something soft for him to nap on. As tempting as the living room floor was, Shinichiro made a b-line for your bedroom. He cursed quietly as the door creaked open, letting his eyes adjust to the pitch black that swallowed everything past the doorway. He stumbled forward, hands outstretched to touch your dresser or the hope chest at the foot of your bed that he always managed to find with his abused pinky toe. A low bang echoed through your room, Shin doubling over into the stupid wooden box as his toes once again made sure he wouldn't slam his knees into it. "Hello?" Groggy was the best sound on you, if only he wasn't sucking in deep, pain filled breaths. "Jus' me, hon. Fuck, I kicked the damn oversized shoebox again." Thumps followed his words as he crawled over the chest and into your bed. Your tired giggles almost made him question why he chose to spend so much time with the bikes. Almost. You rolled onto your back as Shinichiro crawled over you, twisting the blanket around and forcing you to shuffle until you were comfortable underneath him. "How's the shop doin'?" A heavy yawn pried your jaw apart. The last thing he wanted to talk about with you was the shop, the last thing he cared about at the moment was the shop. So he didn't answer you, and kept you from asking anything else by kissing you. Muscles shivered as your fingertips grazed Shinichiro's skin, coming to rest behind his ears and over the hinge of his jaw. "M'sorry I been absent." Shinichiro panted softly as he pushed himself up again, flopping on the bed next to you, "I've got a day off comin' up, if ya' wanna spend it with me, Mikey, and Emma."

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It never seemed to be enough. No matter how much work he did, how dirty his hands got, Yamagishi wasn't ever given the break he deserved. Takemichi was even being a prick, more often than not screaming about how Yamagishi and the others couldn't do their jobs right in any capacity. He'd taken more than enough abuse from his best friend turned boss, even Takuya was getting tired of the act. There wasn't anything the group could do right anymore, and they knew it. Yamagishi growled and slammed the radio volume to zero, more pissed than anything that his childhood friends were suffering and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. It made him even more angry to think harder on it: he didn't get his ass handed to him time after time, right next to Takemichi, for Michi to be the one hurting them all now. A part of Yamagishi always knew that gangs were never fun and games, but now that he was a higher ranking thug, he truly understood it. There always seemed to be a scowl transfixed on the man's face, but it became a deep, deep grimace as he pulled into the driveway of his too big house that he'd bought when he was drunk and now couldn't get rid of. You enjoyed it, it seemed. When you first moved in you had been more than excited to explore every damn room. Yamagishi's lip quirked upward, not quite a smile, at the memory as he failed to notice you watching him from the window. As he opened the door he couldn't help but think that you looked like a dog. Sitting on the couch with such hopeful eyes, waiting for him to give the signal that you could bombard him with affections as your hands did giddy little dances in your lap. Yeah, a dog. "Sorry, babe, not right now." Yamagishi sighed, walking past you and toward the kitchen. It was routine, after a few aggravated nights of him storming out because you failed to notice that he couldn't take much more emotion in the day. Of course, the second he was calmed from his day, Yamagishi would leave a lingering kiss on your hand, almost as an unspoken incantation that hauled you into his form with smiles, kisses, hugs, and multiple questions of his day. So instead you nodded and followed behind him into the kitchen. You weren't a golden retriever, that much was evident. Yamagishi pushed his glasses up so he could see you from the corner of his eye, "Are you in just one of my shirts?" He watched as your little hands grabbed the hem and pulled it down with a faint "yeah." A sigh tumbled from his lips and to the floor, thick enough you could probably kick it back up to his face, "C'mere." He liked your slow steps, unsure of if he was giving you permission to touch him, or if it was just a him moment. "Up ya' go." Yamagishi grunted, plopping you onto the counter, "Thought I told you not to wait up for me?" You complied easily as he pulled his shirt off you, revealing your naked body and underwear, "You did..." He sighed again, a more agitated sound, "Then why are you down here and not upstairs in bed?" No words so much as dared enter your throat, and Yamagishi didn't break eye contact as he dropped his coat next to you on the counter, his shirt following but looping over your head. It smelled of sweat, his cologne, and the coffee from the café he visited every morning with Makato and Takuya, it was hard to resist the deep breath you took. "Answer me." He helped your arms through the fabric, his fingers staying at your elbows. "Couldn't sleep. It felt wrong to pass out without seeing you first." And it was the truth. You had a routine down pat, and smothering Yamagishi with all the love he could emotionally handle was part of it. Yamagishi would say you were a smaller breed of dog, something clingy, like a Chihuahua and Dotson mix. His hair fell over his shoulder as he nodded and leaned forward to grab the whiskey from the shelf behind you, "Sorry 'bout it. But I can't change it." Whiskey poured swiftly into a glass, the amber liquid swishing as Yamagishi raised it to his lips, "M'really, really sorry. I wish I could change it." He placed a a chaste kiss to your cheek.

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Takuya was tired and sore from weeks of sleeping in safehouses, empty warehouses, and Makato's couch. He took a moment to examine the new look, making triple sure that this was the apartment he shared with you. The curtains were new, not sunbleached like the old ones you loved so much, and the rug under the coffee table was a completely different texture, the only indication that it was still his home was the pictures you'd hung up of him and you, and the couple of you and your friends. Takuya silently set his duffel bag down, an order you'd given him so that you could make sure his dirty clothes were clean and he had fresh clothes to take with him, and pulled his jacket off to drop on top of it. Waking you at such a late hour would kill him, he thought you needed your beauty rest, even if he missed you like crazy. For the last month he'd been at either Makato's penthouse (such a vain man with money), or at Yamagishi's (who opted to have a simple home with room for him and him alone). As much as Takuya loved his buddies, one didn't have enough room, and the other had small throw blankets with a questionable substance dried onto it that Takuya shuddered just thinking about. He'd be thrilled once he got under the comforter with you, the two of you sharing body heat and curling closely together. Shit. He needed to hurry and get back to you. Clunking echoed down the hall, Takuya cementing that he'd just make it up to you if he woke you up. Though it wasn't something he had to worry about once he saw you sleeping peacefully, laying on your tummy with one leg pulled up, your knee poking free from the blanket. He ghosted his fingers over your exposed skin, not wanting to scare you awake if he just climbed into bed. "My darling, open your eyes for me." His voice was soft, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as your eyelids fluttered open and you had to squint to see, "There you are. Sleeping well without me?" If you hadn't known better, you'd think he was truly upset that you could sleep without his presence. But that's just your Yuya, chuckling as he crawls over you to his side of the new mattress. It's nice, he likes it as he doesn't sink into the plush fabric, "You got a new bed." For a second you falsely think it's a question, but he's only observing. "Mhm, the old one was dirty." No it wasn't, you lying brat, you just didn't want to tell him that you bought it so he'd sleep comfortably. He can sense your lie, but doesn't care too much to debunk it, and he rolls you into him, "Missed you something awful, m'glad to be home." He's got rough hands, a callous built on his thumb from his weapon and a strong grip as he kneads your flesh in his palm. Takuya can't help but notice that you no longer shiver when he glides his finger across your sternum, your body no longer relaxing into his. "What's the problem?" Yuya asks, "Do you still love me?" Such a stupid question, in your mind it should be obvious that you love him. Yeah, the both of you never saw each other in the day time, you always get his bag packed before he wakes up, and save a quick peck on your cheek, you don't even get to tell him goodbye. "Why wouldn't I love you?" You ask, the question sitting wrong in your soul. "You aren't reacting to me..." He mumbled as his fingers dragged up your side again. It felt nice to feel him touch you after so long apart, to look into his eyes and smile as you held his face. It was peaceful. "Not physically." The way you chuckled sent his heart to work, and having you scoot closer was just as thrilling.

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Opposites Really Do Attract

Kenma Kozume (Haikyu) x (GN) Reader

**Genre: Fluff **Word Count: 401

Nekoma’s setter wasn’t known for being the most outgoing person. Honestly when it came to interacting with people outside his teammates (and Hinata), he pretty much avoided it. Even with them, he still tended to be pretty reserved not talking much more than necessary. Knowing this, it was definitely quite the shock to the team when Kenma announced that he was seeing someone. It was even more of a shock when he brought you to practice one day.

Everyone was eager to get to know the person who stole their setter’s heart. They quickly rushed over to you only to be greeted by a small squeak. You end up hiding behind Kenma at first. Slowly coming out as they introduced themselves. After introductions they carried on practice. When first meeting people you were shy until you were comfortable, then you would become very outgoing.

This became a new routine for you two. You would go with Kenma to practice and then go do homework and game until you had to leave for dinner. The longer this went on the more you got to know the team. Though you were still fairly shy around them, you did open up some. Lev and Yamamoto always seemed to make you laugh. You wouldn’t say it, but these boys were really starting to grow on you.

One day while the boys were packing up and cleaning the gym. They had a practice match with Fukurodani, who you had met a couple times now, but were still very shy around. Some of the boys from both teams were talking, when they spotted you over with Kenma. Akasshi pointed out how it was kinda funny Kenma ended up with such an introverted person seeing as usually opposites attract. He meant no harm by the statement but it made you feel sad. Questioning if you were good enough for Kenma. When you noticed your boyfriend smiling.

Kenma was smiling at the comment, because if only they all knew the truth. You were only shy and introverted around them because they intimidated you. Once you opened up though, you were just like Hinata. Loud, passionate, and never stopped talking. You were a whole different person when it was just the two of you. And he loved that about you. He couldn’t help but smile at Akasshi’s statement because how wrong yet how right he was. Opposites really do attract.

[ravereina]

MISS YOU!

Characters: Timeskip Takuya!, Timeskip Baji!, and Chifuyu!

Cw: Fingering, Degradation, Praise, Sex toys, Overstimulation, Begging, Dry humping, Cockwarming.

Your boyfriend is always out constantly, coming back home to sleep just before dawn and he’s either beaten up or tired! Although today he had the whole day free just to be with you!! But it’s not your fault you decided to start riling him up. It all started small, placing soft kisses on his neck or offering to tie up his hair. You didn’t think much of it, but you were both so touch starved that it’s no surprise that his pants suddenly felt tighter and you felt his erection poke you while you both were wrapped up together!

NSFW UNDER CUT! <3

TAKUYA

Takuya softly walked into your shared room and layed down on the bed, staring at you from the table you were at."Takuya! I missed you!" You sprang up from your seat, smiling at Him. Sighing in relief to see that he wasn't bruised up by a fight or anything.

"Come here, love." He patted the bed, signaling you to come closer to him. You got up and sat on his lap, Staring down at his eyes. "I missed you so much." Wrapping him in a hug His heat radiating off of you. I missed you too. So much."

His hair tickled your shoulders as you sat back up to face him, peppering soft kisses on his face. While grinding your hips on him, you could feel his hardened erection poking you right where you wanted him most.

A blush covered his face as he rested his hands on your hips as he turned you to lay on your back, returning the favor by kissing your chest and waist, slowly trailing down to your thighs.

"Mm, I haven’t been home in a while. Let me take care of you, alright?" You nodded your head instead of fully answering. He felt you tense up under his touch before relaxing right back into his hands as he slowly played with you through your panties.

"You’re always so busy, Kuya, Never have time for me." You mumbled as he pulled off your panties, the cold air making you flinch as Takuya smirked, blowing air on your clit. "H-Hey!" You clenched around nothing.

"It’s ok, princess. I’ll make up for our lost time."

He smirked as he inserted a finger into you. Your brows furrowed as he caressed your waist, trailing his hands up to your chest before squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples. The stimulation on your chest had you feeling even more needy got hid touch.

“God, I got you all wet like this? You’re practically soaked..” He slipped another finger inside of you trying to loosen you up, as you tried to grind your hips to get more stimulation from the slow thrusting pace of his fingers.

“Takuya! Faster! Come on!!” You whined clenching around his fingers pleading with him. He stared back at you with a soft smile. “So so needy aren’t you? Such a whore.” He sneered, pressing his fingers against your g-spot rubbing it and thrusting his fingers into you at a rhythm that made your head spin.

"Cmon, give me one more; you can do that for me, right?" He squeezed your thigh in reassurance. His eyes were glossy, completely filled with lust as he thrusted his fingers back into you."T-Takuya- Fuck!! can’t-" You moaned out, bucking your hips up as his fingers rubbed against the sweet spot in your pussy.

"Yes, you can. It’ll feel good, you know that, love."He mumbled out, trying to console you through your impending orgasm, Staring in awe at your cunt as you clenched around his fingers.

Your hands were frantically looking for something to grasp on to, and you could feel your nerves firing up. One hand bundling up the fabric of your bed sheets while the other hand grasped his wrist, yet you didn’t try to pry it from your hole, not that you could have even if you wanted to. You shook your head as your thighs clamped down on his wrist."Too mu-much please k-kuya!" You begged, and tears filled your eyes as Takuya stared down at you.

"Hmm, Gonna rub up on me like a whore and then can’t take what I give you? I never expected my pretty girl to be so pathetic.."

He scoffed as he thrusted his fingers even deeper in your cunt, keeping a fast yet steady pace, putting pressure on your g-spot as he moved his fingers in and out of your cunt. The knot in your stomach snapped as you gushed all over his fingers with a loud cry. “See, I knew you could, Come on now open your legs I wanna see if I can make you cum on my dick on like that”

BAJI

You sat in between Baji's lap, Harsh kisses and bites attacking your neck as He pulled you closer to him, his other hand resting and occasionally squeezing your chest. “God, baby missed you so much?" He grunted out, taking your face in his hands as he tried to make you look at him.

"M’ mad at you Keisuke, Go away."You huffed out, trying to avoid Baji seeing the blush that covered your face. “Baby, I know. I said I'd make it up to you already, though." Baji climbed on top of you, his knee pressing against your cunt as he pulled your face to look at him.

You were blushing hard, shutting your eyes, trying to avoid his gaze though you could feel his eyes on you.

"Look at me, Cmon Pretty." You turned your head towards him, sticking out your tongue instead. Muttering a slight curse at him.He let go of you for a moment, and it was just complete silence and darkness as you didn’t open your eyes. You felt the dip in the bed from where Baji was spring back up, and you heard him walking away. You opened your eyes slightly to see him looking for something, and he turned around as you shut your eyes again, hearing him mumble something about you being a brat.

“Fine, be a bitch. i’ll treat you like one." He pinned your hands to the bed, opening your eyes in shock. A sharp grin on his face stared down at you. His hand slipped down to your panties a small bullet vibrator sitting right above your clit. 

"Baji.."You whined from the ache right where it was touching you.

"If you want anything, you’re going to have to beg for it, pretty." He smirked at you, watching you buck your hips to feel the vibrator back on you. Your eyes filled with tears as you finally started to beg.

"M’ really sorry baji! I won't do it again, just please—want to feel it, wanna feel you.You whined, staring up at him as he sighed ."My pretty slut ignores me when I finally come back to see her, yet she whines like a cheap whore for any bit of attention down there. "Your breath hitched as he finished speaking, pressing the vibrator directly on your clit as you squirmed and squealed.

Your legs shook and closed around his legs. You finally Thought you were able to cum. Then the vibrator stopped. Leaving you teary-eyed as he took the vibrator away. "You know I love my girl, right? That’s why I need to punish you for acting up." Sighing as he took of your panties to slowly play around with your holes.

You craved any bit of touch that you could’ve gotten from Baji, You just weren’t expecting to flinch and moan out from a slap that landed right on your puffy nub.

“Someone liked that.” he scoffed at you, returning to the same cycle of playing with your clit before slapping it. The mix of pain and pleasure had you basically crying, and all Keisuke did was laugh at your tears or plain out ignore you!

"Baji!! S-stop! Hurts! Give me a- break!"

You cried out, your pussy sopping and making a mess around your thighs and Baji's hand. "What’s wrong now? You were begging me for more a little while ago. And now it’s too much?"

Your tears stained your face as you stared up at Baji. "M-Sorry I am! really!! please baji!" You begged again, Your cunt sore and sensitive yet so needy for him inside you.

"Stop whining. You wanted to behave like a whore, so I’ll treat you like one. That’s what you wanted in the first place huh?"He groaned, taking a hair tie from his wrist to tie his hair back.

"You’re going to take your punishment like a good bitch, and I’m gonna get a taste of this pretty pussy."He placed the vibrator back on your clit before sucking and shoving his face in your cunt.

CHIFUYU

You loved moments like this with Chifuyu, watching your favorite movie with his body around your own. His face was in the crook of your neck as your hands were intertwined.

You weren’t paying attention to anything else but chifuyu, just savoring the affection and time you had with your boyfriend. The movie serving as background noise.

You snapped out of your haze just as Chifuyu trailed his hand down to your thighs, kneading at the fat of your inner thighs. "Hm? Chifuyu?" You tilted your head to look at him.

His eyes were shut as he breathed in your scent. "Shh, focus on the show."

He cut you off as he continued to play around with your thighs, his hand slowly trailing up to your cunt, inches away from it. You tried to do as he said and focus, but every time the pads of his fingertips brushed against your clit you shifted your hips, trying to get him to reach where you wanted him.

“Don’t tease, Chifuyu.” You mewled out, turning your head back to face him

He suddenly paused, before chuckling and resting his gaze on you.

"Angel, sit on my lap; let me feel you closer." He mumbled into your neck. Humming as you nodded your head, you enjoyed sitting in his lap whenever you could; it was an affectionate feeling that you both enjoyed, which usually escalated into something more intimate.

Chifuyu mumbled something incoherent as he spread his legs, making room for you. What surprised you was that immediately after you sat down, something poked you. You yelped when Chifuyu chuckled and pulled you down on his lap. "Sorry, angel, I couldn’t resist you or your perfect body."

He mumbled into your neck, trailing kisses down as he gripped onto your hips, slowly rolling them against his cock. "Fuyu.. don’t wanna do all that work." You whined out, your body contrasting your words as you grinded your hips against him. You Wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you deeply before pulling away. "We don’t have to; I'll let you cockwarm me, alright?." He groaned out while playing with the bottom hem of your panties.

And that's where you are now. clenching on his dick as he coos in your ear at how well you're doing. He's so soft with you, yet the grip he has on your hip, preventing you from moving, betrays his soft actions.

"Gonna sit on my dick like a pretty girl, right?" He chuckled dryly,

thrusting his hips up. Making a moan spill from your mouth as you steadied yourself with your hands on his chest. "Fuyu.. So deep." You mewled out, pressing one of your hands on your lower stomach.

"You can feel me in there, angel?" he hummed, pressing his hand down on that spot where you could feel him.

He bucked his hips up again, feeling the bulge of his dick stick out for a second. He let go of the grip on your hips, caressing your waist as he sucked and nipped at your skin, leaving red marks that would bruise.

You took that opportunity to try to rock your hips just a bit more to get off. "Ah, stay still, angel. We don't usually have time like this. Let me savor it some more, hm?" "sorry chifuyu.." You whined out, gripping onto his shoulders once again.

"No, don't be here, I wanna make my girl feel good too." He hummed out, pressing a finger on your clit before rubbing it softly.

"Mngh -ph! Chifu- Fuck!" You let out a high-pitched squeal. Holding onto his wrist. "See, You're doing so well for me, aren't ya? Go on, make a mess all over me."

He encouraged. Rubbing and rolling your clit in his fingers till he felt you clench tightly on him. Your cunt tightened as you rode out your high.

Your wetness coated your thigh and his sweats as you breathed heavily, your mind foggy from the orgasm you just had. "Think you can give me another one? I wanna make you remember this night."

First time for everything ig… Also gonna be writing a 3some fic as well soon!!!

[bloomingnewwrld]

Shogotoma…..

[serostuffsmh]

 tastes better from you | choso

content warnings: oral sex (m) receiving, praise, body worship, choso is inexperienced, fem pet name (good girl), afab!reader

anon asked: can you imagine choso calling you a good girl when you do something naughty. then after you make him cum so hard, he pats you on the head and smiles at you then he calls you his good girl.

Choso had not been familiar at all with what you suggested. In truth, every sexual endeavor you indulged with him has been a learning experience. Cunnilingus, that was the name of the last thing you both did together, where he pleasured you with his tongue. It was new, but he enjoyed how good it made you feel. 

Now when you had suggested the same for him in return, he had been confused. How were you able to enjoy something like that? Using your mouth in such a demeaning way to pleasure him sounded humiliating.

Yet, you had no problem kneeling in front of him to service his cock. For the past several minutes, you had been delighting yourself in kissing the red crown of his dick like you would his lips. A mischievous grin growing with every peck.   

"Why do you... keep kissing it?”  

“Do you not want me to?” Stopping momentarily, you tilt your head to the side.  

“N-no... you can continue.”  

Smiling at his response, you oblige and kiss the prominent vein on the side of his cock.  

Red-faced and embarrassed, he craned his neck up to stare at the ceiling, hiding his flushed expression from you. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he felt his Adam’s apple bob heavily in his throat.

The gentle kisses you gave were enough that precum began leak from the throbbing tip. Lapping up the shiny droplets, you gave his cock a few more preliminary pumps like you wanted to coax out even more from him. Pressing your tongue flat against the slit, you slowly teased the head until you were satisfied you collected every last drop. 

Without warning you encompassed as much of him as you could with your mouth. You slowly began to work at a slow and easy pace, allowing him to get used to the sensation. Using both your hands and mouth to stimulate him, you rubbed the underside of his shaft with your thumb while you bobbed away at his cock.

The combination of the two was overwhelming, he could hardly think straight and only able to focus on the pleasure he was receiving. 

Your hands and mouth were so warm...  

He had never expected to enjoy himself so much, and he was pleasantly surprised by it all. In an awkward fashion he places his hand atop your head, rubbing at it tenderly as a form of praise.  

"That feels good... good girl..." A pleased sigh left his lips.  

Choso knew if you could smile you would have. He could feel your lips curl around him ever so slightly and your canine teeth scrape on the sensitive skin.  

Hissing in protest, he instinctively balled his hands into a tight fist, “Your teeth...”  

You had murmur something around him that was incoherent, but he could only assume it was a stifled apology. 

Even your muffled sentences sent pleasurable vibrations from his shaft to his balls, making his cock involuntarily throb at the pleasant sensation. You traced each vein carefully, not wanting to leave any erogenous zone neglected.   

Unable to help himself, he jerked his hips and thrusted himself deeper into your mouth. Pressing harshly against the back of your tight throat, he felt fast quick breathes through your nostrils and an elicited choke of discomfort from you.  

Fearing he had hurt you, Choso had momentarily replaced his awestruck expression with concern. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, are you all right?”  

Looking up at him through your watery lashes to gauge his reaction. You wordlessly responded by gently nodding your head without even taking his cock out of your mouth.   

This time on your own volition, you relaxed your throat so you were able to take him in the back of your throat and swallowing so you would squeeze around him. 

Muttering a curse underneath his breath, he carded his hands throw his mussed-up hair.

Choso felt heat pooling into his face and watery tears well up when he squeezed his eyes shut. It was a strange reaction he hadn't expected from himself. His abdomen also felt abnormally tight and from previous experiences with you, he knew he was close.

In a desperate attempt to stave off his orgasm, he began keening your name while telling you to slow down. Despite his protests his hips contradicted his words and helplessly tried to match your pace. 

With no intention of slowing down, you quicken your pace and tighten your grip on his dick. Distinct wet sounds could be heard throughout the room, and they only grew faster with every motion of your head. 

Unable to stop himself from cumming, he wrapped his hand around the back of your head to keep you in place, wanting to prolong the euphoria as much as possible. 

Filling the insides of your mouth and throat made you hesitate for only a second, before you promptly swallowed down what you could while the rest trickled from the corners of your mouth. You let your mouth linger around him before finally pulling off him. Tiny strings of saliva and cum stretch from your mouth to his soften cock.  

Giving a final wet kiss to the leaking tip. The glistening remains shined evidently on your lips. Breaking the sticky rope with your thumb, you collected all the remnants. Not letting a single drop hit the floor.   

Situated yourself to be eye level with him, you pressed your soaked finger to his lip. Tentatively sliding his tongue over to collect the glossy substance, he grimaced at the taste.

It wasn’t at all what he expected. It had a strange viscous texture on his tongue, and it was so bitter. Not like what you were making it out to be.  

You let out a breathy laugh, clearly amused by his reaction.  

Acquired taste, he thought. 

[smwhererealistic]

Lovestruck

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader(Fem)

[Social media + Texting]

main masterlist

Summary: The captain of Nekoma's volleyball team gets lovestruck when he sees the new manager of the Fukurodani volleyball team.

Twitter: y/n's , kuroo's

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01 - friend

02 - who is she

03 - scared

04 - awkward

05 - they are weirdos

06 - lies

07 - respect

08 - in your face

09 - obsessed

10 - down bad

11 - that should be me

12 - nervous

13 - [redacted]

14 - hehe

15 - oh well

16 - hunt you down

17 [epilogue] - congratulations

[kastillia]

[strawwritesfic]

Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 3]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Sexual humor; sexual dialogue; summer vacation; comedy; fluff; eccentric grandparents; Grease references; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna & Reader; Reborn & Tsuna; Reborn & Reader; Original Character & Reader)

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

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Chapter 3: Lemonade Stand

“Hey! Hello! Hey!” You quit jumping up and down to stand with your hands on your hips. “I. Said. Hey!”

“Tch. What do you want?” Hayato finally acknowledged your existence via glaring daggers. 

You huffed, scowled up at him, and were infuriated when he didn’t even bat an eye at your ugly expression. Deciding to give him a reason to be annoyed, you took a deep breath before proceeding to speak in the slowest, clearest voice you could muster:

“Tsuna told me to meet him here today, remember?” You made sure to enunciate every syllable in the last word.

“Whatever,” he said.

You folded your arms across your chest and narrowed your eyes. “Jeez, Hayato. It’s not my fault he invites me over more than you.”

“What did you say, woman?” Of course, that got his attention. He whirled around, but you had already hid your grin at finally getting a reaction out of him behind an innocent smile and wide, blinking eyes. 

“I said it’s not my fault Tsuna invites me over more than he invites you.” 

Hayato let out an audible growl. You could swear you heard him grinding his teeth together as he plunged his hands into his pockets and withdrew several sticks of dynamite.

“The Tenth is only humoring you!” he snapped. “I’m the one he trusts with his life!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Shut up, woman, or I’ll–”

“Gokudera! [Name]!”

“Tenth!” Hayato said as he spotted the boy in question stepping out of the nearby house with Takeshi in tow. In the blink of an eye, the dynamite vanished. You eyed Hayato suspiciously, but he was too busy grinning at Tsuna to notice. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. Best to leave the matter as it was.

“Hey, [Name],” Takeshi said with a smile. “You look pretty.”

“Ah, um, thanks,” you stammered, hoping the heat you felt in your cheeks wasn’t obvious to everyone else. “Grandma was really excited to hear about the festival. She went a little overboard.”

“She did a nice job!”

“She sure did.” You said nothing about how the “nice job” she’d done involved blackmailing you into not telling them she had bought your festival outfit, not made it herself. Even if you hadn’t asked your grandmother to help you get some birth control pills, your father was more likely to believe her than you. Time for a swift change of subject: “So I’ve never been to one of these thingies. We just go and wander around?”

“That’s about it,” Tsuna answered.

“And at the end there are fireworks!” Takeshi added.

“Or you could take this chance to make some extra money.” A voice came out of nowhere just as an oversized acorn fell onto Tsuna’s head.

“Tsuna rubbed the spot where it had hit him. “Ow!”

“Who said that?” you asked, looking around wildly. It definitely hadn’t been one of the boys, but there was no one else around as far as you could tell.

“If you get money now, you’ll have more to spend for the rest of the summer,” said the same voice. "The mafia always answers the door when opportunity knocks." 

“Reborn!” Tsuna shouted.

“Tsuna, why are you talking to a giant acorn?”

“It’s Reborn!” 

You frowned and took the nut away from him. Then you held it up and, using the same tone you had used to speak to Hayato earlier, said, “No. This is an acorn.”

“It’s not even the right season for acorns!”

“Very good, Tsuna. A mafia boss needs to be able to see through clever disguises.” The acorn in your hands began to shake before the shell broke, revealing Reborn.

“That was hardly clever,” Tsuna muttered.

“Hey, nice costume!” you said as Reborn leapt from your arms.

“That was good,” Takeshi agreed. “But we didn’t sign up for a stand this year.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” said Reborn.

“Oh great,” Tsuna said. “We have to sell bananas again?”

“Of course not.” Tsuna’s sigh of relief was short-lived. “That stand was already taken. I signed the four of you up for the lemonade stand instead

“Thanks, kid. “We’ll do our best,” said Takeshi.

“And I’ll sell more than this Baseball Idiot!” Hayato said.

“A contest! That’s the best.”

“Great.” Reborn turned to leave. “Don’t forget about Hibari’s fee.” 

Then he disappeared as quickly as Hayato’s dynamite, leaving you with Tsuna’s drawn out moan.

******

“Thank you! Come again!” 

The seventh costumer in so many minutes left with his glass of lemony goodness, giving you time to wipe your brow before turning to the next one. Because of the unnatural summer heat, your stand was one of the most popular in the area. Some people had been by multiple times, and though that was good for profit, you were beginning to tire out.

“Wow, we’re really doing great!” Takeshi said as he handed off yet another glass. “That’s thirty for me, Gokudera.”

“Ha! I can sell lemonades for the Tenth better than you! I just sold thirty-one!” Hayato said smugly. 

“It’s not over yet!”

“Sorry you got roped into this, [Name],” Tsuna said in a low voice, as he ducked down beside you to pour more sugar into several of the plastic cups.

“Don’t worry about it, Tsuna. It’s not your fault. Reborn doesn’t seem like the kind of tutor you can argue with.”

“You’ve got that right.”

“Besides, this Hibari guy is the one you said bites people to death, right? I can’t have him biting my friends, so I’m more than willing to help.”

“Still, selling lemonade isn’t much fun.”

“Well, like Reborn said, we can use the money to have fun later,” you said. For a moment, the conversation was interrupted by another family of costumers. “Oh! I know! We could go to the beach!”

Tsuna cocked his head and looked at you for a moment before allowing a hesitant grin to creep across his face. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

“So let’s sell the best we can! For the beach!”

“Right!”

******

Reborn lowered his binoculars and lifted one pudgy hand to stroke the lizard perched on the band of his fedora. You could actually motivate Tsuna to do something. That he had certainly not expected. He could tell that you weren’t having a blast, and yet you were sticking with it.

“Hm…” he hummed to himself, still lounging easily on the roof of the chocolate-covered banana stand. Your little ability would indeed come in handy in the family.

But the real test was yet to come.

******

“Whew. Fifteen more minutes!” Takeshi said.

“And then the fireworks?” you asked.

“And then the fireworks!”

“Hey, don’t be slacking off, idiots!” Hayato snapped. “We’re not done yet! I still have to sell ten more to beat Yamamoto!”

Takeshi grinned. “Okay! But I gotta go do the ball throw. I do it every year. I can’t miss out this time!”

“Tch! You go ahead. I’ll beat your record without you here.”

“Great! Hey, Tsuna, I think Gokudera and [Name] can get it from here. Come and watch!”

“But–” Tsuna began.

“Nah, it’s okay, Tsuna. We can handle it,” you said. “Go on ahead with Takeshi.”

“Come on, Tsuna! Before it closes!” 

You waved as Takeshi dragged Tsuna away. Only after they’d left did one very important realization dawn on you.

“Um...Hayato?”

“What is it, woman?!”

“We’re kind of out of lemons.”

“What? Then how will I beat that Baseball Idiot?”

“You got me. How about we just close down? No point in staying open if we don’t have any merchandise.”

“No! I will win this! You stay here! I’m going to go get more lemons!”

“In fifteen minutes?” 

But he had already vaulted over the counter and disappeared from sight. 

“Right then.” 

Not that it was difficult to be in charge of the shop. The streets were practically empty because the parade had started, and you were polite enough that the most you got was angry grumbling when you explained that you had nothing left to sell. When there were only about seven minutes left to go, you began to pack up, certain that Hayato would not return with the ingredients in time to defeat Takeshi.

 "And where’s the money for this stand, herbivore?” 

You turned around, confusion clear on your face. In front of you stood a pretty boy with black hair and silver eyes. Just as you were about to ask him who he was looking for, his red armband of justice caught your eye.

“Oh, you’re Kyoya Hibari, right?” you asked.

He smirked, which you took for a yes. 

“I’ve got your money right here.” You fished around for a moment until you found the money you had already set aside. 

Kyoya took your offering without further comment. Instead of leave as you expected to him, however, he flipped through the money for half a minute before his eyes darted back to you.

“It looks like you’ve all made quite a bit more money than this.”

“Yeah,” you said. “And that’s what we owe you for lending us the land, right?”

“You owe me a percentage of your wages, herbivore.”

“Okay, seriously, what’s with the herbivore thing? I eat meat, you know?”

“Hn. Perhaps you’d like to be bitten to death?”

“Perhaps you’d like to take the money you actually deserve and leave?” You folded your arms across your chest. “Reborn didn’t say anything about a percentage.”

His eyes widened momentarily. “You know that baby?”

“If the baby you’re talking about is sitting on that stand over there and wearing a suit, then yes.”

“You might be more interesting than I thought,” Kyoya said, with a smile on his face that sent a shiver down your spine. You did your best not to let him onto that little detail, though.

 “Gee, thanks,” you said flatly. “Now go away.” 

In one second, the counter standing in front of you transformed into a heap of broken wood and fabric. Kyoya glared down at you, tonfa already in hand. 

“Meep,” you said.

“And now you owe me for damages, herbivore.”

“What? But you–” 

He took a step forward. Nothing you said was going to get you out of this situation. You looked wildly around, spotted the metal box filled with the rest of the money, and you snatched it up. Before you knew it, you were pelting past Kyoya into the crowd. If he tried to follow you, you didn’t slow down to try to find out.

******

“Very good, [Name]. You passed the test.”

“Ahhh!” You jumped, scrambling with the money box. If Kyoya had cornered you with one of his gangster buddies--!

But no. It was Reborn standing right next to you on the wall you’d hid behind. 

You stared at him for a moment, and then found your voice: “Test? What test?”

“The test to see if you could join Tsuna’s family.”

“When did I take a test?”

“You got away from Hibari without get hurt,” Reborn explained. “Admittedly you just ran away, but it’s a victory all the same. Braver people than you have died trying to do that.”

You’d need to compartmentalize a lot of that for later. For now, you could only think to ask: “My test was that psycho?”

“Yes.”

“So, wait, let me get this straight: You sent a deranged prefect after me, knowing perfectly well I couldn’t fight, just to see if I would survive the onslaught?”

Reborn smiled in a manner eerily reminiscent of Kyoya. “Pretty much.”

Tsuna was right. That baby was crazy. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself to let him know exactly where he could get off when you were interrupted by a voice screaming your name. Looking up, you saw the three boys rushing up to you.

“[Name]! Are you okay?” Tsuna asked, worry filling his eyes.

“We saw the stand. What happened?” Takeshi asked.

“You better not have got rid of all the customers!” said Hayato.

“Kyoya happened,” you said, then added with a lofty look at the last boy, “And I did not, thank you very much.”

“Wait, so did he--did he take everything?” said Tsuna. 

You straightened up with a grin and proudly held out your somewhat heavy prize.

“Nope!” Your smile grew as you saw their incredulous faces. “And now we can really go to the beach!”

“Yeah! Good idea! But first we gotta go see the fireworks!” said Takeshi.

“Oh! Right!” Tsuna said. “Come on, [Name]!”

 And just like that, you were part of the family. As you watched the bursts of color overhead, you couldn’t help but feel like this might be the best summer ever...even if it did involve more psychopaths trying to get you killed than usual.

[atarathegreat]

Can’t wait for part two :D!!!

I have been struggling for two days to find the time to make the second one, but fuck it, I have no made time!

Taiju, Yuzuha, and Hakkai Shiba

Taiju only respects you because you are older.

he'll constantly try and fight you, usually ending in a tie.

Doesn't enjoy that you are also a gang leader, he can't even plan an attack against you because you clobber the shit out of him at home

you're out of town a lot, which gives taiju the chance to hurt Yuzuha and Hakkai, but when you come back it's a full out brawl.

Yuzuha keeps you updated on anything, especially Hakkai's stuff.

Hakkai was your BABY, bro. He was never out of your arms, even if taiju was having a tantrum

Hanma Shuji

he doesn't give a shit

until he meets Kisaki and NEEDS you to show him just how cool you are

you were fully unimpressed, and decide to just move on with your day

when he was younger, he'd run to you about everything.

kids at school, his teachers, spoiled brat had nothing to worry about because you cared about him

he gets his cigarettes through you. because why would either of you worry about what the Surgeon General thinks?

you also taught him how to light a match off the sole of his shoe, congrats, he's a pyro now

Makato Suzuki

him and his friends are glued to your side

weirdly enough, he's got you ordering his porno mags for him

he likes to stand under your arm in public, everyone has to know that you, a big badass, is his older sibling

throws your name around just to save his ass, keeping you in constant fights

life never lacks excitement when he's dragged back to you by your own guys because he fucked around and tossed your name out when your guys don't know you have siblings

Takuya Yamamoto

he's humble about it, the sweet angel

accidently brings it up one day and Yamagishi obviously knows who you are, your gang name anyway

Taku has to sit and listen to all the cool stats Yamagishi spits at him about you, one after another about how great you are

he knows you're amazing, but hearing someone brag on you like you were their family irked him

so he brings up things Yamagishi doesn't know, blowing his friends mind

he's not too humble after that, proudly talking about fights you'd been in that weren't known

[moomi-na]

Elley Duhé - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

• takuya x reader

horny fluff, 16+, w.146 In the middle of the night. Like a hurrican, you attract me. I know THIS love. Just call my name. I will do whatever you ask. Takuya. I want you. Say it as I run my hands over your thighs. Tell me if your heart stops in agonizing anticipation. Takuya. Takuya. Takuya. I want to push you against the sheets. I like your night shirt. I'll take it off if you don't mind. I know you don't mind, Takuya. Your collarbones are asking me to kiss them. Your hands, lying on top of the sheets, clench. Your eyelashes flutter. When I bend down to kiss you there, your stomach trembles a little. You're driving me crazy. My head is dizzy. Your face... You're like an angel, looking up at me. It's so vicious. But I want to bite this forbidden fruit. Just say, say my name…

[rebornologist]

Okay so. I had some thoughts... I'd like to share :) Yamamoto/Reader*/Hibari thirst ;3 afab reader, no pronouns used; nsfw!! VERY 18+ warnings;; loss of consciousness, rough sex, overstimulation, threesome, polyamory, spitroasting, shower sex, oral sex (giving + receiving), literally just my wh*re thoughts

Waking up and realizing that you don’t even remember falling asleep just to find that Hibari is still settled between your legs and Yamamoto is perched beside you

You’re naked and they might as well be, a thin layer of perspiration adorning all your bodies, the fatigue weighing upon your muscles as you recall what had happened

You had blacked out from your previous orgasm oh I am so sorry

It’s a hot ass day but you nd your loves still wanted to decompress a bit after a long day's work yknow :) Anywayyy let's get back into it

Yamamoto litters your chest with hot, open mouthed kisses; licking and sucking at every bit of exposed skin, one hand intertwined with yours and the other groping and massaging at your soft flesh

Kyoya laps at your drenched little hole, two long fingers drawing themselves in and out of the wet cavern, other hand preoccupied with holding yours (aww)

They’re literally relentless and don’t let up until you’re a mewling and whimpering mess under their spell, the swordsman swallows up the gargled gasp and squeal you let out as you finally reach yet another climax, which the cloud guardian drinks up like a starved man

You decide to take a shower, bc wheew it's hot in here, but they haven’t had their fill yet (ofc)

The soothing water runs down over the three of you, and even when you step out from under it to let Hibari stand directly under the spray, you don’t have to worry about getting cold as your back presses against Yamamoto’s toned chest; The absolute heat radiating from him is astounding, and he's preoccupied with running his hands along your sides and squeezing at your hips

Being the sweetest and most thoughtful significant others, they wait for you to go through with shampooing your hair and applying conditioner, because they have other things in mind for when you have to let your conditioner set

Next thing you know, you’re bent over in the small space, taking Takeshi into your mouth while Hibari rubbed his hardening dick up against your sensitive slit

The sound of the water running only barely masks the labored breathing and husky moans coming from them; Yamamoto weaves his fingers through your wet hair, massaging your scalp and coaxing you to take him as deeply as you could manage

Don’t forget about the other one! :) Hibari finally pushes into your dripping folds and the moan that bubbles from your throat reverberates so deliciously around Takeshi’s cock

Hibari sets a rough pace (bc think about the water bill, besties, chop chop) and grips you by the arms, pulling you back onto him and bottoming out with every thrust

It’s not long after that Yamamoto practically whines that he’s close, and you swallow around him, tongue flattened under the thickness of his heavy cock; With your valiant efforts that, he releases into your eager mouth with a low groan

Even when you graciously accept his seed and raise yourself up to kiss him, Kyoya repositions his grip onto your shoulder and hip so he can fuck you even more fervently

And you can feel yourself getting lightheaded in the heat of the enclosed space, Yamamoto's reassuring caresses in opposition to the way Hibari’s pounding into you from behind

Breathy moans of both their names escape your throat as you frantically find a stable hold on Takeshi's bicep to anchor yourself; Your wetness is mixed with the cloud guardian's fluids and they drip down from where you two are joined, diluted by the spray of water

Your head spins as Hibari's thrusts become more erratic, and your other lover's gaze is burning into you, his pupils blown with lust; You don't have it in you to look at the one behind you, but trust me he's the same way ;)

Just when you feel like you can't take it anymore, the coil that had been winding deep within your belly snaps and you cry out, walls clenching around Kyoya; That throws him over the edge and he spills inside of you, riding out your nth orgasm

You're literally too exhausted to even stand at this point lmao you nearly collapse but Yamamoto catches you dw he's got ya

GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HIT THE WORD LIMIT IMAJDAKLDFKAS IM??? THIS CAME OUT OF LEFT FIELD AND MADE ME LOSE MY MIND LOLOL BRO Anyway Yamamoto catches you and y’all clean urselves up and you wash all the nasty off and go make dinner :) #casualfridaytingz w/ ur 2 boyfs #slay

[stuff-and-fluffs]

reader x character who notably get hit a lot by volleyballs! requests open, but gonna take some time to actually post it <3

“my feelings for you hit me like a volleyball to the face”

hinata, lev, kageyama, yamamoto

please do not plagiarize!

[collin-thegreat]

Yamamoto Music drabble

This boy I feel like listens to Rap consisting of NF, Eminem, XXX, Juice World, and more

WHY By NF

Hope by XXX

Look At Me! by xxx

Without me by Eminem

these songs give me Yamamoto vibes you can't tell me these Rappers aren't in his playlist

Yamamoto knows all the words to most of these rappers songs so during practice this boy doesn't even need the music he will rap to rap god and even when he messes up he keeps going 😅😂 (I do this too XD)

I feel like if he went to karaoke he wouldn't sing he would rap his butt off.

nobody judges his taste because it fits him so well even they will rap to the ones they like with him

omg when he meets y/n I feel like they wouldn't get along at first cuz she is scared of him 😭 but once she gets to know him she thinks he's just a big teddy bear with a rapper boy taste (this is so cute I'm crying)

kuroo caught him rapping with Y/n once and Kuroo won't let them live it out because he (Kuroo) never saw the day he would have someone with the same taste

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@tetzoro thank you for the answer of my ask istg these are my pride and joy help

A/n aoba josai boys are next can't wait

[what-the-fic-khr]

hello I have a very specific request, take it if you like it. Please write to the character that you think is the best comforter being super cute with an oc that feels like the world is going to fall apart because he doubts all his life choices. thanks <3

I haven’t written shit all since March bc once April hit my year became the worst ever on planet earth and then this request was sent in and while it took me ages to get there it was nice to basically kind of vent through this. so honestly thank you. I know it’s a bit late but thank you for sending this in. I honestly think Takeshi’s the best comforter in the series, based on what we’ve seen, and what I think about his character anyways!! reader is in college, so I’ll sit here and say about 21? 22? maybe for age reference?

character/s: yamamoto takeshi, reader (gender-neutral)

word count: 1,477

warnings: swearing. idk blue screen of death fuck that shit. emotional breakdown and self depreciation

prompt: absolutely nothing was going right, and this was the final straw

You were going to scream. On god.

You dropped your head onto your desk, barely registering the pain from the solid wood, before turning your head to rest your cheek against it so you could stare up at your computer screen. It hurt your eyes, but you continued to try and work like this, eyes straining to watch the cursor move.

You stopped, listening quietly as your computer’s already constant whirring got louder, hoping if you waited it’d slow down, only to then watch your screen go black, then a bright, obnoxious blue that hurt your eyes, and the whirring died off immediately.

You were still, blinking slowly. You took a slow breath, sitting up and reaching somewhere around your PC for where your shitty wired mouse was connected. Once you disconnected it, you stood and with as much strength as you could muster, threw the mouse at the wall opposite you with a loud scream.

You fell back down into your chair with another yell, struggling to shove your keyboard to the side and out of the way before dropping your head onto your desk again, and a third time for good measure.

“Stupid fuckin’… ass computer! Bitch!”

The swearing didn’t make the screen return to your work, though. It’d have been nice if it did.

It was between your loud complaining that someone opened the door to check on you, unable to see you over your monitor. They could hear you, though. Definitely.

“Bitch ass computer probably wants me to fuckin’ die,” you’d ground out, dropping a hand and grunting irritably when it hit your keyboard again. “Stupid fucking-“

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

You shot up to look over at Takeshi as he closed the door to your room quietly.

You’d gone on about “hosting the get together today, because even if I’m busy I’d feel bad about not being there anyway, and maybe takin’ a break with you all might help!” and whatnot. So everyone downstairs had heard your yelling, and promptly sent Takeshi up to check on you.

“Haah, this stupid piece of shit I can’t afford to replace went and fucking died on me and now all my shit is gone and I won’t be able to submit my work and then I’ll have no certificates and I won’t be taken seriously even though helping you lot is illegal anyways I want to have something to prove I’m not stupid but—!”

You’d probably ramble for days about it, if you had the breath to, but you heaved out a couch and waved him off, turning to cough into your elbow.

Takeshi waited patiently, quietly, for you to get yourself together.

“Feh, and look at that, givin’ up on my health for this shit definitely worked out in my favour, huh?” You muttered into your arm, brows furrowing. To some degree, he’d noticed, you’d definitely been unwell. But when it was ever brought up in the vaguest way possible, you avoided the topic.

“You alright?”

You glanced at him, eyes narrowed. “‘M fine.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, even though he had not spoken again. “I am fine!”

“I’m f-fine, dammit!”

He wasn’t really surprised by the sudden onslaught of tears, watching you fall back down onto your desk chair, the creaking only serving to upset you further.

“My life is gonna f-fall apart, probably, but I’m just fine.”

Takeshi rounded your desk and shuffled between you and the table, crouching down to meet your eyes.

“That’s not true.” He tilted his head. “Can’t say workin’ in the mafia is the best way to put business and financial skills to use, but…”

“Wish I could fuckin’ fight or something,” you grumbled, sniffling. “Wouldn’t have to worry about a piece of shit certificate. Shit’s illegal anyways, don’t know why I’m working so damn hard for one in the first place.”

“It’s nice, to have something that validates you and your skills,” he mumbled. “It’s nice to strive for those things, to have goals. More than anything, I wish you’d keep making goals like these.”

He tapped the back of his hand to your knee, stroking gently. “You’re amazing, doing all this. Not giving up despite it all. Putting your all into it for the sake of helping others.”

He offered you a small smile. “More than any of us, you’re incredible. I admire that. Thank you for working so hard for our sake.”

His shoulders slumped when your tears returned stronger, face scrunching up. You hunched over, head hanging between your knees.

“I’m really proud of you,” Takeshi murmured. “You’re doing an excellent job.”

“A-Am I?” You covered your face with your hands, body trembling. “I-I can’t do anything at all to h-help you, I keep f-falling behind, I couldn’t even find a damn j-job to keep this up and had to r-rely on others…”

You pushed at your cheeks, pulling on the skin as you tried to rid of your tears, but it did not work. “I-I’m really not that great…!”

“I think you’re amazing.” Takeshi shifted so he could sit on the floor properly, leaning back on his hands, his head knocking against your desk gently. “You’re super amazing.”

“You’re even in college! None of us got that far.”

“G-Gokudera probably could,” you muttered, tone spiteful, but not at him. Never at your friends. Takeshi could hear self depreciation a mile away, but with you it was even easier. It broke his heart.

“Maybe.” He was quiet for a bit. “But, you’re still super smart. You’re one of the smartest people I know.”

Before you could say something like “but Gokudera and Reborn”, he continued, “I also know you’ll help us more than you think. There’s no way we’d be where we are without people like you supporting us.”

“The… The Vongola wouldn’t have gotten where it is without the silent supporters like you. Right?”

You shifted, sniffling. Takeshi didn’t talk much about the Vongola despite being a Guardian, so when he did, you found it best to listen.

“Not everyone needs to fight, physically at least.” Takeshi leant forward, and this promoted you to look up at him from where your head hung. “Technically, you’re as strong as you need to be. Doing what you do best.”

“Shouldn’t I be stronger…?” You shifted to rest your forearms on your knees, pushing yourself up. “If I could fight-“

“Do you want to fight?”

You blinked slowly, thinking this over quietly. You eventually shook your head, slowly, and he smiled at this.

“Then why would we make you? Let us fight for you.”

“You shouldn’t have to fight, either.”

He contemplated this before smiling again, but a little smaller.

“No, we really shouldn’t. But, it is what it is, I guess. We’ve gotten this far, so…”

You sniffed again, looking off to the side. “I’m still… not that great.”

“I think you’re amazing.”

You were quiet before pointing at your computer tower. “D’you know any tech nerds who might be able to fix this thing…? If I could get my work back, that’d be a miracle and would save another breakdown, but getting a better computer is probably a good place to start.”

“When is your work due?”

You were dead silent, and while Takeshi almost expected you to drop ‘tomorrow’ on him, you didn’t.

“In two weeks, but I wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible so it wouldn’t get in the way of things. I just spent nearly forty-eight hours on it and it’d piss me off if I lost it all.”

He let out a small, surprised laugh at this. “You’re an incredible student, y’know. Your teachers must love you.”

You pulled a face at this. “Well, sometimes… Academically, maybe, but behaviour wise…”

Takeshi got to his feet despite this. “Well, we know some people whore great with this kind of stuff. One of them should be able to help you.”

You watched him quietly, and he smiled despite your very obviously tired and still upset expression.

“Sitting in here won’t make you feel any better, so come join us. We’ll call them and ask them to help you out, okay? It’ll be okay. You’re incredible, so I know you’ll be okay.”

“If I’m not?”

“Then I’ll help you.”

You watched him for a second longer before he held out a hand to you. You grunted lowly, taking it and standing with his help.

You both froze, watching your desk chair promptly fall apart, a bolt rolling across the floor to the other side of the room.

“Ah, they could probably fix your chair, too,” Takeshi added on quickly when he felt you tense up. “Actually, we could just get you a new one.”

“A new one would be nice. Having a breakdown in a comfier chair might be nice.”