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Happy new year folks. I’m yearning like no other. My desire for tetsurou feels insatiable. I fear this is in fact not a phase, mother.
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listening to sukuna talk during your peak ovulation day, doing your best to follow along with his words. but you just can't, it's too hard to focus on the words...but the way his voice sounds, the way he occasionally growls out certain vowels and syllables.
you don't even notice how your eyes glazed over, the way your eyes were focused on his mouth...and you also didn't notice he caught on, starting to smirk as his works turned to teasing, filthy, mean phrases
"look at you, gone stupid already? tch, sweet thing, you know it's rude to zone out when someone's talking to you."
"you probably don't even know what i'm saying, do you? mm, pretty little thing, letting that smart brain of yours just leak right out of you...it's probably all dripping out that slutty cunt of yours."
"so, so pathetic, baby...thought you came over to spend time with me, not turn into a dumb little bunny from me talking."
"bet she's dripping alllll over that seat your in. mm, if you were actually listening, you would've heard me ask if you wanted to come sit in my lap."
when you do finally snap out of it, you catch one of his sentences and whine so cutely, stuck between needy and embarrassed as you try to hide your face. you're too precious, but he hates being ignored.
"no, no, my sweet girl, you don't get to fuckin' hide now. not after that. c'mere. maybe if your nice 'n' close, saying alll those nasty things in your ear, you'll listen to me this time, hm?"
#done for#he would absolutely take advantage of how whoreny you get when you ovulate#goodness me he’s so#RAWWWWWJCMEIZKS#very much meowing from both ends#sukuna x reader#dark
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you masturbate so early in the morning?😭
do i gotta wait for the moon to come up and jerk me off??
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selfshippers i love you 🫵🏻
ily selfshippers who have a whole harem. ily selfshippers who have one beloved f/o. ily selfshippers who are new. ily selfshippers who have been at it for decades. ily selfshippers who like imagining yourself in canon. ily selfshippers who like imagining your faves in your universe. ily selfshippers who dream up alternate universes. ily selfshippers who imagine all your faves interacting. ily selfshippers who keep each relationship their own thing. ily selfshippers who keep everything as tooth-rottingly sweet as possible. ily selfshippers who make everything angsty and messy. and ily selfshippers who do everything in between.
SELFSHIPPERS I LOVE YOU!
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i wish i had a dick so i could get hard and jack off
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we don't even have to have sex just pin me down and kiss me for thirty to forty minutes and i will be in heaven
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pretty sure being called a good girl by a big man would fix me. mentally, emotionally, spiritually.
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I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
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reunion at the station
kuroo x reader (~1k words)
content (warnings): implied angst from the past but the actual fic is very romcom esque; reader cries a lot lol don’t read if that annoys you
a/n: remember that long fic i mentioned?? she’s only getting 2 parts revealed on this blog. enjoy the first part <3
The crowd was beginning to disperse as commuters either boarded their next train or headed toward the streets. You pushed your bag higher onto your shoulder and glanced around to take in the sights of the once familiar station. A little girl grabbing onto her younger brother’s hand to lead the way home. An elderly man reading today’s newspaper on a nearby bench.
Then you saw it. A head of hair in the distance, towering over passerbyers. Your knees almost buckled but you found yourself step forward, not once taking your eyes off the black hair.
The one you were watching brought his head up slightly, his eyes sporadically glanced around, careful not to bump into anyone while he tried to keep reading off of his phone. You were certain it was him.
Suddenly your feet were glued to the floor, just watching as he got closer and closer. His eyes finally ran over your direction and your grip on your luggage tightens. Maybe he didn’t see you. But right as the thought passes, his eyes quickly flew back to you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
He froze in place, mirroring you. Then he was running toward you, darting through the crowd. Never taking his eyes off of you. When he got to you, his embrace was almost a crash. In his arms, you could feel his laughter. Your ears tingled from the sound.
Finally he released his hold and looked over you.
But you couldn’t look at him. Your hands were on his sweater and you could only stare at the collar of the button-up he wore. He smirked and gently lifted your head so you meet his gaze. And just as he had done a hundred times, like a lifetime had not passed, he lightly pinched your nose.
Instinctively you smiled and swatted his hand away.
He chuckled and once again wrapped his arms around you. He took a few breaths before you heard him whisper. He said it softly, but you heard him. “I forgave you a long time ago.”
You tightened your hold around him.
He waited for you to say something in reply. But he looked down, troubled when he felt your body hiccup. You were crying. He gently pulled away from you to get a better look. He called your name.
You brought your hands to your face and began sobbing.
“Hey,” he whispered. Deciding to give you a minute, he rubbed your back and let you cry. After a while though, he noticed the stares people were giving them.
He cooed your name, then repeated it a few more times. “Okay. People are starting to look at us concerned, what’s wrong?” He saw a passing mother and son look at him alertly. He tried to give them an innocent smile. It must’ve been unconvincing as they shuffled away. He turned back to you trying to wipe your tears away - but more kept escaping. At this point he was incessant and tried desperately to get you to at least talk to him. “Y/N, just tell me why you’re crying,” he whisper-shouted at this point.
And just as you had done a hundred times before, you lightly smacked his chest. You whisper-shouted back, “I don’t know why I’m crying you jerk.” You finally looked him in the eye.
While he stood there shocked to hear your voice after so long, you took the opportunity to take in his face. The angles of his features were sharper now. The smile lines a little deeper. The glint in his eyes telling of strength. That one hurt and you almost grimaced in guilt. It may not have just been you, but you sure had to be a part of it.
But he started chuckling. It sounded a little deeper, but it was more than recognizable to you. It was Tetsurou.
You reached up slowly and wrapped your arms around his neck. The motion was familiar, but heavily out of practice. You let out a shaky laugh. It was your third hug in such a short amount of time. But when Tetsurou wrapped his arms around you tightly, it no longer seemed like a silly thought.
When the two of you let go he grinned down at you again. He looked a little breathless, dazed. “Can… can we grab a bite?”
You smiled back and nodded, “Of course.”
He grabbed the duffle bag you had abandoned by your feet and led you away from the station. As you walked, your mind was racing. It all felt so turbulent. Kuroo was the last person you were expecting to see on your arrival. When you looked up at him, you felt all-too familiar feelings rushing back. Yet it felt different. He wasn’t the same boy you left all those years ago. You thought about how much time had passed. How much they have experienced separately. Memories of the last times you were this close kept flashing through your mind.
You lifted your hands up gingerly. You were so hesitant. What if I can’t do this anymore? We’re not the same teenagers we once were. We haven’t spoken in so long. But when you wrapped your hands around Tetsurou’s upper-arm, he gave you a gentle smile. You looked into his eyes and you felt your whole body relax. Your nerves subsided.
Maybe you both needed this reunion. Who knows where it could lead?
#Tara 😭😭😭#THIS IS PERFECT#I LOVE HIM#I miss reading your stuff#I love the way you write Haikyuu men#muah <3#haikyuu x reader#kuroo x reader#angst#fic req 💕#lovely moots 💕
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“sorry ‘samu, i hadn’t gotten to those yet,” you sigh, looking at the now folded stacks of his clean laundry you had placed on the bed.
“why are ya apologizing?” he waves you off. he’s working on his socks now, pairing them up one by one. you decide to join them, and he throws a bundle at you. “these are mine anyway. i don’t mind foldin’, baby.”
you can’t help but smile.
“i’m serious though, i was going to do them,”
he shakes his head and snorts. putting the clothes away, he smirks over his shoulder.
“yer my wife, not my ma,” he shuts the dresser one last time, shuffling over to plant a kiss on your head. “we help each other. ya ain’t doin it all alone.”
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