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sighh i should call him (him refers to kuroo tetsuro) (this is a kuroo fan account now sorry guys i know ur sick of it )

Thinking about buckling someone’s collar to my belt so they can’t take me out of their throat. Just letting them massage my cock with their gulps and whines all day. Hopefully they learn to breathe through their nose, but maybe if I get extra bored or irritated with my job I’ll reach down and hold it shut just to watch them start to panic and squirm.

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IM ACTUALLY TWEAKING AT UR SELF INSERT POST UR WRITING IS TEW DAMN GOOD 😭😭 the humiliation aspect is js too 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 i love u. im confessing i love u.

just smiled and smiled for so long reading this. basically i love you so much.. i’m so glad u liked the self insert i was so worried no one would like it cause it doesn’t have a specific person in mind (well it does just not advertised LMAO) !!!!! but knowing uou loved it makes it so worth it fr. ANYWAYYY IM SO HAPPY THIS MADE MY DAY!!!

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KUROO >_<

How humiliated would you be if I shoved a fleshlight between your legs or pressed it against your pussy and fucked it instead of you?

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NAAAANAAAMIII !!!!!!!!!!

nanami

“fuckfuckfuck” sub x “watch your language” dom who only goes harder when their sub curses

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long distance kuroo who is starved and when he finally sees u immediately eats u out like that’s our man right there

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is anyone actually curious about who the last post was inspired by…

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a man who just wants you and needs you and would do anything for you (gone sexual)

// this is a self-insert.. it can be abt anyone u want ;3 !! but if u need some help: atsumu, kaeya, zoro, wriothesely, shoyo.. literally anyone that’s funny but also ;) KUROO

he’s been making you laugh all night. lighthearted conversation not slowing down, and countless attempts at getting you to roll your eyes at him. he looks good, too, like, casual good. black sweats and freshly washed hair.

he’s sitting on your bed, feet flat on the floor looking up at you as you go about your business. he’s a strange guy, he says something unfunny, yet its hard to not laugh. its cringey and genuinely stupid, yet comforting all the same.

you’ve been parading some new clothes on for yourself, styling pieces for him to nod and approve at. the way you move around is everything to him. he could just watch you, permanently. he wouldn’t need his phone, or a book or a computer. just you.

and that has him hard in his pants. just watching you do your thing, your glow from previously being out, with friends and at the shops— it didn’t matter.

“hey,”

“yeah?” you cheerily turn toward him, eager to keep conversation alive.

“come here,” his smile has you complicit, walking over to him, “wanna sit?”

you look down.

eyes fluttering between how hard he is and his eyes— at how fast this all changed. he’s so pretty and you just want to nod and nod and nod to him, that you’d do anything with him.

“yes, i do. yeah, okay. i don’t wanna hurt you, though, so—”

“here,” he interrupts you, guiding your hips down, “yeah, just like that,” the genuine smile on his face gives you courage.

neither of you dare to move once you’re fully sat, no one shifting or grinding, just resting on each other.

“do you feel what you do to me?” he almost laughs in exasperation. everything he says is so genuine, “i’m hard just thinking about you.” the honesty hurts.

the man underneath you is everything. he’s so sincere now that he’s not trying to make you laugh, not trying to make you roll your eyes at the stupid things he says. he doesn’t have to work for your attention.

“can i move?” you whisper, his cock so painfully there. your eyes don’t move from his.

“yeah, just— shit,” he hisses, “fuck. slowly. just rock back and forth a little.”

and it’s so easy. it’s so easy and he’s looking right at you and he’s telling you how good it feels, and god, don’t you know how long he’s wanted this for?

“is this okay? i mean, does it feel good? am i doing—”

“perfect,” he reaches a hand up to the back of your head, “it’s perfect.” his large hand pulls your head down to his, face to face with what you’re doing, who you’re doing.

he looks down at your lips, breaking the unbreakable eye contact you’d had so far, and presses his lips against yours. your hips stutter here and there, unused to the motion, but desperate to keep it there.

“let me take care of you.”

you nod.

his hands are polite on your hips, firm in how he handles you. he slides himself to the head of the bed, patting right between his open legs.

“saved you a spot,” he grins. and you remember this is the same man from an hour ago. you roll your eyes, yet sit right there, your back pressed to his chest, “this okay?” he says with his hands so close to your waistband. you nod again.

“you’re very compliant with me.” he says, and there’s nothing— no words, that could justify that. because he’s right, “i almost expected you to laugh at me more.” his slender fingers dip beneath your clothes, and he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s touching you so nicely.

“oh,” you grab onto his wrist, “feels good,” he nods against your skin.

his other hand just wants to feel you. the outside of your neck, the crease in your elbow. the curve of your ear, the shape of your breasts.

it’s obsessive.

your head drops onto his shoulder, your eyes turning to meet his and you realise he’s been looking at you this whole time. you avert your eyes, a slight red brushing your cheeks.

he’s still looking at you with a slight smile on his face. “you shy?”

“a little,” you reply for integrity’s sake.

he absolutely beams.

all the while you can feel him right against your back. he’s right there. just playing with you, hooked on every whimper and moan and twitch he can get from you.

“i’ve been waiting so long for you, you have no idea.” his sincerity is overwhelming and so are his fingers.

you nod. because that’s all you can do. “another, another. please.” you pant towards him.

“another what? tell me what you want.” he’s smiling, you can feel it.

“finger. please. can i, please?” oh, he melts. your voice softening for him and your body tense against his cock, he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants. he might.

“of course. whatever you want.” his free hand glides against your jaw, fingers grazing the side of your neck. he needs to kiss it, and bite it and leave something there. maybe as proof that this is real, that he has you how he wants you. feeling good.

so he does, he laps at your neck slowly. his fingers don’t stop fingering you, but he raises his thumb to rub at you. and that has you really going. twitching back into him, jumpy moans and sweet noises coming from you, uncontrollably it seems. your hand goes to cover your mouth.

“don’t ruin a good thing, baby. move your hand. let me hear you.”

“it’s embarrassing,” you stutter out.

he grins again, teeth grazing your neck. “i know. it’s okay.”

and it’s when you cum, with hips bucking and hand gripped onto his wrist, that he doesn’t stop.

tears well up in your eyes, “i came. i came, i came,” you chant, maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he didn’t realise.

“i know.” there’s no emotion in his voice, he’s so concentrated, so invested in what he can get out of you. what sounds, what actions, the way you move. it’s like he’s on a timer, he only has so much of it with you and he needs to milk it to its fullest.

“it’s sensitive, please. it’s too much,” tears well up in your eyes.

“you gonna cry?”

you nod against him.

“i’m sorry,” he presses his lips to where he’s bitten your neck, “brave girl. tough it out.”

what he says leaves you with no choice. something clicks in your head and you nod over and over again.

you whine and cry, blubbering words and sentences that don’t make sense. sensing that you’re going to cum again, you push against his fingers.

“don’t. stay still.”

“i can’t,” you whine, “i can’t again.”

“you can.” he smiles. he smiles and smiles and all you can do is twitch and cry out.

and when you cum for him again, pleasure overwhelming every part of you, he flips you onto your back, strong hands gently laying you back.

“my turn,” his grin melts as he presses the head of his cock into you. he preens at the feeling of you hugging him, “oh fuck. feels perfect. you’re perfect.”

your eyes scrunch closed, blubbering like someone who’s forgotten speech.

he’s sliding in and out of you, wanting to feel every single centimetre of himself in you. it’s heaven and he can’t believe that this will have to end.

your head starts to hit the soft headboard, tears still pilled up from the overstimulation on your body.

and then it just stops. he pulls out of you.

“back to you baby,” his hands slide against you once more, and you know it’s going to end with you sobbing against him.

a fun night.

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sliding into you, moaning how much they missed being inside you. groaning about how much they need their cock inside you.

KUROOOOO, iwaizumi, geto, tsukishima,

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that shirabu oneshot has got me thinking of my own series ngl… i’ve had a hospital au for years but never knew who to make it for💀

for sure write it!.

whorey doctor characters:

shirabu, yaku, kuroo, uhhh oh my god ENNOSHITA, tanaka, iwaizumi, yahaba, OMG KONOHA, hirugami

my mind holy shit i will be coming back to this for myself but feel free to write doctors

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nanami dragging you by the hair :3 dragging you on the ground by your ponytailllll :3 nanami pulling you jussstt out of reach of his cockkk :3 ooooo you can’t reach it :3 nanami looking down on you :3 nanami with rope in his hand :3 he’s so meticulous :3 but he’s soooo angry at you right now :3 he wants you sooo bad :3

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tw / medical kink, cnc, VERY DUBIOS, drug use, medical malpractice, CNC, cnc, cnc

shirabu does not have a favourite patient.

but if his colleagues asked him which of his patients he wanted to fuck, that was an easy, easy answer.

it was a relaxed discussion amongst colleagues, the sleazy ones at least, about who they wanted to stick their cocks into the most. the ones they’d do right there, on their table, no shame.

the really annoying thing is that shirabu has shame.

too much shame in how horny he gets around you. so much shame in how hard he gets in his slacks. so much so, he snuck in some anaesthetic for your appointment.

shirabu was no anaesthesiologist.

he knew the malpractice he was committing. he knew what harm this could do to his career; but he didn’t care.

shirabu thinks about his work mates talking about fucking their patients’, and he’s already half hard in his pants, the sight of you lying on his table sending him into overdrive.

the excuse comes out half-stuttered, something about not wanting you to feel any pain.

you flash him a pretty smile, “i trust you, doctor shirabu.”

and oh that sends a pang into his chest.

after a previous measly 40 minute research into anaesthetic, he injects it into you. he watches you, eyes not leaving each others. it’s like you know, he thinks to himself. he feels sick.

it’s too late to feel any guilt.

shirabu watches your eyes flutter close as he’s unzipping his pants. he thinks he’s going to explode as he’s delicately placing his hands over your chest.

“fuck,” he glides his thumbs over your nipples, “fuck, maybe you are my favourite.”

you’re so gorgeous like this, he thinks as he’s tilting your head towards him.

“oh, i should’ve done this sooner,” he slides his cock into your mouth, hissing through his teeth, “oh, fuck.”

his cock pushes into your throat, and shirabu’s hips buck towards you uncontrollably, oh fuck, he actually can’t breathe with how good you feel.

the realisation with how ‘gone’ you are, sparks him. he could just… push as far into you as he wanted. what was stopping him?

“fucking christ, fuck,” his balls slap against your chin, physically not able to go any further, “stupid girl, fuck, you’ve got no clue what’s happening, huh?”

he wants to cum down your throat, make you swallow him but he can’t. he doesn’t want to hurt you that bad, doesn’t want to make you choke to death.

he thinks about how often he’s wanted to cum on your face, decorate you with himself. and then he thinks that he can do whatever he wants right now.

with that image floating in his mind, his cock pistols in and out of your mouth right before he spills, pulling out, “fuck, shit. oh my god,” he groans while his cock rubs against your face, “so fucking pretty now. whore,” his cum comes out in streaks, over your cheeks, across your nose, above your eyebrow. you look perfect. he wants to stay here looking at you.

four flashes from his phone, 2 photos of your face, 3 of your tits, and one of him squishing your cheeks together. you’re so pretty.

he was so not telling his colleagues about this one.

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I really like ur works 😊😊💗💗remind me of the 2020 haikyuu tumblr smut era gosh it was the most amazing time for haikyuu smut I swear

this is very sweet 😭😭😭 but 2020 though? that was such a rough time for haikyuu fans…. tumblr, tiktok and twt was SUCH a cesspool… anyway THANK U pls keep enjoying <3 (づ￣ ³￣)づ

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i want him to bend me over smack my ass and stick his massive dong in me ❤️❤️

how is nanami nation feeling

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geto suguru is a very supportive and encouraging boyfriend!

he has you on his thigh, black pants still on his thick legs as you move back and forth, back and forth.

“come on baby, it’s all you.” he’s so encouraging to you as you pathetically rub yourself on him.

“i’m all yours, use me however you need.” it takes all of your efforts to not moan into his shoulder, your eyes screwing shut as you rut against his thigh over an over again.

he’s definitely hard in his pants, but he doesn’t even reach for himself as he palms your back, all the way down to your cheeks. “you’re so greedy, baby,” you can hear his smile.

he’s admiring you, listening to your pretty little pants while he tugs and slaps your ass.

“you like getting off on me? this what you want?”

“yes, i like it,” you nod profusely next to his head, “please let me keep going, i’m so close,” geto presses kisses against your temple, encouraging you; hoping you do.

“no one’s stopping you, princess,” he’s so smooth and slick in his speech, his movements, everything.

it’s so easy to feel good with suguru, especially with his deceptive praise and well learned hands.

“come on baby, i can feel it. let go,” his hand holds your hair, the other pushing against your back as you cum on his thigh.

you pant against his shoulder, catching your breath.

“good job princess,” he turns your cheek to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “my turn, now,” he smiles eloquently. how can you say no?

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who in genshin cockwarms because why is it DILUC

imagine while he’s working at his desk in the winery, and he has you sitting all pretty on his lap, full of his cock just because he can :)

anyone who would walk in would think, ‘aw, how sweet, she’s sleeping against his chest while he works’. but his cock is just filling you up.

also picture this with high-ponytail diluc :]

giggles

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dottore….. OKAY LISTEN dottore bcz he’s genuinely evil and no one wants him so he has to brainwash u bcz how else are u supposed to want him too 😊😊😊😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

When will a mad scientist decide to use me as their personal experiment where they can hook me up to brainwashing machines and turn me into the perfect toy for them !!! I'll be such a good experiment I swear!

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toji fuckin u so good that u js go limp <3

TRUEEEEE i have smth inappropriate to say abt this 😵‍💫

with one of his big hands on your hips, toji watches you try to move up and down on his cock. he just smiles at your attempt, a pathetic one, but he thinks it’s cute. “struggling?” he slides his thumb over one of your nipples, watching your body respond to him.

“help me, please,” you’re begging as your hips slide back and forth, just anywhere for a sense of satisfaction.

“you’re a dirty fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?” he doesn’t look away from you, doesn’t give you the opportunity to hide from him.

toji feels much, much, much better as he’s pounding ur cute hole while you grapple for his arm— or anything to hold on to.

he loves watching you twitch and moan when he changes pace, waiting for you to buck your hips forward for him.

“cmon, princess. be patient,” he taunts. his cock is all consuming. he’s shamelessly watching it disappear into your cunt. you’re reaching for his arm but can’t find it in you to move; the way he’s fucking into you, treating you like this, it’s too much.

“yeah, that’s good. atta’ girl,” your body goes limp when he’s fucking you like this, all control and sense of consciousness disappears so easily with him, “just lay there like that. let me use you.”

and you’re not sure if it’s your far-gone mind, but toji looks like he’s smiling at you.