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seeing the photos from Webb up against photos from Hubble just makes me… I don’t even know like, wow! Look at that!

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prompt | @cvpidsarr0w asked:  hey!! i don’t know if you take requests rn or not, but if you do, can you do a tsukishima x fem! reader of just like,,, tsukki being soft to his very energetic gf? thanks!!!!!

pairing | tsukishima kei x fem! reader

warnings | none

author’s note | admittedly pretty short and sweet, hope you enjoy regardless!

“tsukki!” your voice rings out cheerily from behind him, catching the attention of multiple bystanders who turn to look in your direction. tsukishima tenses in his spot, grimacing at the sound of his nickname being used so overtly in public.

he turns around stiffly, barely steadying himself under the sudden impact of you crashing into him, arms wrapping around his torso in a tight hug. once his initial surprise has faded, he brings a hand up to smooth down your windswept hair, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the passing onlookers.

you pull away after a final squeeze, clutching the material of his sweater in your hands as you peer up at him curiously. “the tips of your ears are red, did i embarrass you?” 

“when do you not?” he quips, expression softening at the sound of your amused giggle.

“you’re so rude to me, when all i am is nice to you,” your words are playful, but they penetrate his mind, lingering there and leaving him conflicted. you reach a hand up to push his slipping glasses further up the bridge of his nose, but your movements are stilled as he interlaces your fingers together, palms meeting.

guiding your hand to his lips, he places a soft, diffident kiss to your knuckles. physical affection was never his strongest suit, but through one delicate kiss he had managed to convey all of his harbored longing for you, spreading warmth to your face. his golden eyes gaze into your own, a tender silence filling the air, one which neither of you are willing to severe.

“aww,” the passing admiration from an elderly woman has tsukishima abruptly dropping your hand and straightening his spine, stirring an amused laugh from you.

“i hate coming out in public,” he says, suppressing his own amusement in favor of maintaining his annoyed appearance.

“i know, but after this we ca- hey, there it is!” you exclaim, pointing to the sanrio pop-up shop in the distance, whose arrival you’ve been anticipating for weeks now. tsukishima is being dragged off by his arm before he can blink, listening to you avidly ramble on about what you’re planning to buy.

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giving suna rintarou head — mdni

this is my first smut and was suppose to be only suggestive due to me not having experience writing smut,,, but i just couldn’t with this man. he has a choke hold on me. pls be kind if it isn’t the best <333

you’ve been waiting 4 days, 27 minutes and 6 seconds for this moment. hours of thinking of an unbeatable plan. a plan that will land you in no good, but nonetheless a plan that will make you emerge victorious in the unspoken war between you and your boyfriend of three years, suna.

and in all of that time, you’ve came up with several ideas. whether it was you pantsing him in the middle of a supermarket, or replacing his lotion with lubricant, nothing seemed to top the embarrassment stunt he pulled on you the other day when he claimed you were his sister in front of your coworkers. after he had kissed you on the lips.

yes, nothing you thought of could give him that level of embarrassment, until today. it was an impulsive thought really, and immediately you knew it was something that had to be done. it all started when he got a call from his friend, osamu, while you two were watching a movie. they tend to call frequently because the male doubts his finalized decisions when it comes to his stores specials or menu.

these phone calls happen so often that you’re aware of how long they normally take. nothing shy of thirty minutes when it’s him alone, and even longer if his twin was there to accompany him. to your benefit, they both clicked onto sunas phone screen as he answered the facetime.

you laid your head snuggly on his shoulder, greeting the twins normally. they talked about normal things like tuna onigiri, or an msby advertisement that has been in the works for a while, all thanks to atsumu. of course, it continued with the bickering between brothers on what the newest menu item should be; a mini cauliflower okonomiyaki or an avocado tuna poke.

it’s nothing that interested to you really, because this wasn’t what was on your mind despite having an open conversation with them about it. no, you didn’t care at all— because as your sweet, sweet boyfriend was tending to his friends needs, your hand caressed down his chest and found it’s way into his boxers.

he asked for it, really. laying there half naked as if he knew it was coming. the shift in his eyes as he started to stutter on his words, trying to keep up with the conversation. there’s no hint of any hesitation in your voice as you pitch in, softly gliding your finger across his tip.

the twins know nothing as they smile at your jokes, keeping a calm demeanor. suna stayed quiet, concentrating on hiding the flush in his cheeks. you felt his cock slightly twitch in the palm of your hand, silently begging you to go faster.

“you okay there, rin?” osamu asks his camera, wondering on why the man had suddenly went quiet.

he gave his friend a dry smile, “just feeling under the weather.”

an idiot, really. there were multiple way to answer it, yet he played right in your hand. you glanced over from the phone innocently, “oh? baby, why didn’t you say so? is it your stomach again?”

he gave you a weak nod as your hand picks up it’s pace, “i’ll go get you some medicine.”

you moved out of frame with a sly smirk, the desperation in sunas eyes as he tried to understand your next move. he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to stop, or to continue. if he could hang up on his friends, he would, but that would make the situation much worse. this is what you wanted, right? to embarrass him for the other day? he wasn’t too sure, but all he knew was his dick was hard while he stared at the faces of osamu and atsumu. gross.

there was no need to get medicine, as he wasn’t feeling unwell. a sick and twisted lie to cover up the fact that he wanted to fuck you mercilessly, but it only got him into more trouble. he continued to talk to the boys as you crawled over him, slowly pulling his boxers off completely. suna didn’t have time to prepare himself as you placed your cute, puffy lips onto him. your tongue wetting his shaft with your spit.

he placed his phone on his chest, watching above his camera to give the illusion of looking at his friends. their words going in ear and out the other as you twirl your tongue on his erection, ending with a small pop as you sucked his top. the spit leaking out of the corners of your mouth, not caring for the suction noises as the job for concealment was on him. he spoke louder with his words, laughing obnoxiously at atsumus dumb jokes to hide your vibrating moans.

you looks so irresistible as your head bobbed up and down, your hands working with his other assets as you focused on fucking him with your tongue. he thanked the gods as the miyas began to argue once again, giving him a moment to grip your hair and force you lower onto him. you wondered why he didn’t hang up with an excuse yet. maybe he wanted to show you up, or maybe he didn’t really care? it was more the reason to keep going.

he felt his eye twitch as osamu offered to bring him food for his sickness, something he normally would take the offer on if he wasn’t too busy getting head. you giggled softly at his reaction, knowing more than anything that he was frustrated that he had to entertain his friends rather than pounding into your mouth at the intensity he wanted to.

he grew inpatient as his free hand continued to control your speed, picking up the pace and forcing you to go deeper each time. any response at this point was quite literally a default as he was too focused on how well you could take him whole. the noises and lack of responses on his end falling on deaf ears.

“alright well, i’ll let ya go,” osamus words were music to his ears as he waved to the camera, “say bye to yn for us!”

it was perfect timing as you roughened your grasp, feeling his hips twitch up at the feeling. the pleasure and climax reaching as the call ends, his phone slipping immediately out of his hand as it goes to your mouth, aggressively picking up your pace.

the end was near as your eyes didn’t leave his, the intensity of his needs bringing tears to your eyes as you felt his fat cock hit the back of your throat multiple times. he let out a godly growl, one he had been holding back the entire time. grabbing fistfuls of your hair as his brain went completely empty.

spilling his load entirely with a final thrust into your mouth, his head fell back onto the pillow with a defeated groan. his juices dripping onto your chin as you swallowed on him, causing him to flinch at the sensitivity. you were admiring his chest as it huffed up and down, watching as sweat ran down his neck.

his eyes found yours once again as you sat prettily between his legs, nothing but pure lust left in them. he was not done. “was that revenge?”

correcting his posture, he ducked his head ever so slightly before grabbing your chin, looking up in your eyes. “we’re quiet now, huh? lay down.”

he didn’t have to repeat himself as you obediently found yourself laying under him, waiting for him to make you atone for your sins. the maximum punishment for embarrassing him in front of his old teammates. and after waiting 4 days, 27 minutes and 6 seconds for this moment, you win.

BONUS:

“He definitely was-“

“Yeah,” osamu shook his head, “He definitely was.”

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[12:26 PM]

“Onigiri Miya, how may I help you?”

You almost felt bad for the poor unsuspecting employee that you’re almost positive you’d passed so many times in the store for having to answer your call. He sounded nice, sounded much younger than Osamu or yourself, and you’re just as positive he wasn’t ready for the next phrase to fall from your lips. “Get your bitch ass boss on the phone, please.”

You practically hear the shaking of his hands as he says “o-okay uhm… let me uhm.. let m-e-“ a pleasant music plays over the telephone line as you’re out on hold, only making your blood boil more as even at work it seemed, Osamu was going to test your patience.

“Miya Osamu speaking-“

“I swear to God, I will divorce you.”

“Oh. Hey, honey,” he chuckles, and you hate that you can practically see that handsome face splay out into a grin over the phone. “What can I do for ya? You want your usual-“

“I want a divorce.”

“Yeah, unfortunately we’re not offering that. Ever. Something else I can do for you?”

“Osamu,” you growl between your teeth. Your head ducks back down into the fridge, eyes scanning furiously over the shelves. “Where. Are. My leftovers?”

“What leftovers?”

“I will throw every one of your things in a fire and run off with Shinsuke, fuck around and find out.“

“Baby, what leftovers? From where?”

“From Atsumu’s ass, where do you think from!” You growl, and once again, you can hear him stifle his laughter at your dramatics. “You, dickhead! My leftovers from the dinner you made me last night!”

“I put all that was left from dinner in the fridge, my love-“

“Don’t you ‘my love’ me,” you snarl. “Because I made a plate for myself so I could enjoy today, and now I’m looking in the fridge and what do you know! They’re not in here.” You raise your brows accusingly, “I think you, however, might’ve taken them and not told me, my love.”

You hear him scoff, and you know it’s just to match your dramatic energy, but you’re not about to let him make you smile after stealing your food. “Hey. I am nothing but honest about my food theft- I replace what I take, or I leave you a ridiculous note so you’re more inclined to come in and order from here- this isn’t my first rodeo, babe.”

“Seems awful wordy for someone who could’ve just said ‘no,’” you hum, still holding an accusatory lilt in your voice. “You got something you wanna tell me, ‘Samu? Love of my life? Sweet husband of mine?”

“Well now I’m going to eat your fuckin’ leftovers,” he says back without missing a beat.

“I knew it! I knew you took them!”

“Babe-“

“Fuck, I can’t have shit in this house!“

“My love?”

“Don’t be surprised when you find holes in your shirts-“

“Sweetie?”

“WHAT!”

“Check the crisper drawer,” he says cooly. You roll your eyes with a snarl, but there’s a sinking feeling in your gut when staring back at you, surrounded by vegetables and nestled on a plate with cling wrap, was your leftovers, complete with a sticky note that has your name with a crudely drawn heart.

“Oh…”

“Yeah oh,” he snorts, letting out a sigh. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah… I love you too; I’m sorry ‘Samu…”

“It’s alright,” he promises. “I’ll put you back in your place when I get home.”

“What-“

“Enjoy lunch, babe.”

“Wait, Osamu!”

The phone line clicks off, leaving you to your leftovers and the coldness of the fridge suddenly making you feel weary and uneasy in the silence of your house.

But hey- at least you had your leftovers.

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꒰🧪꒱ SODIUM FINE | oikawa tooru

synopsis. with the onset of final year of university, oikawa has two things on his mind. one, to not fail chemistry and second, to ask you out. little does he not know that you're in the same group as him for an upcoming project and he might've accidently followed you from the fan account he made for you

genre. classmates to lovers, fluff, humor, mutual pinning ( ? )

warnings. profanities, inappropriate language, kms and kys jokes, potential slow burn, lot of kpop references pls, typos, separate warnings will be added in chapters if i remember

taglist. open | general tag. from: sf !

status. ongoing | updates. currently slow bcz exams

none. haha hi ,,,,, 😀😄 ,,,,, don't hate me plez ris im looking at u 🤗 thank yew for four kay whew that's such a big number omagoesh. 4k slayers in inez nations saur true 1!!!1!1! pls send song recs for this fic if u have 🙏

PROFILES!

yn & friends | oikawa & friends | others

CHAPTERS!

all the pictures used are for references and are not supposed to depict reader's appearance in any way. time stamps and dates are irrelevant unless stated otherwise. titles are subjected to change whenever required !

TEASER!

one. on my death bed two. winning in life three. nice joke ... 👍 four. hello oikawa five. gaslighting again six. kidney for sale seven. man for himself eight. nine. ten.

tba.

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when he’s lovesick

content warnings: mentions of pregnancy, drinking, lovesick men

word count: 907

featuring: miya osamu, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi, & suna rintaro

notes: i haven’t written fluff in forever omg, also suna is slowly becoming one of my favs🤤

miya osamu

good with kids. kids loooove osamu. when a small family comes in during a quiet afternoon, osamu is all smiles at all of them. truth is, he’s thinking about you and him being like that one day in the future. when he’s taking their order he’s like, ‘aaand for the little fella?’ and it’s just so 🥺🥺🥺. he’ll see the boy has a buzz lightyear shirt on and will just entertain him with questions about toy story, making little jokes now and then, and the parents are loving it!! when their order is ready he’ll scribble a little mr and mrs potato head in sharpie on the brown paper bag and hand it to them. his heart melts when he hears the kid babble about how they should come here everyday as the three of them leave. but the best part??? he didn’t even know you were watching until he turned around, seeing you sat in a corner booth witn a dopey grin on your face and dried tears running down your cheeks.

iwaizumi hajime

everything learning new things. if someone had told hajime a few years ago that he would be an expert in hair braiding, he would’ve scoffed and thought nothing more of it. now, he’s a master at braiding, so much so he can braid your hair whilst his eyes are on the television. and when you come home that night with the braid he tied in your hair that morning still in, but wispy and looser, he loses it and goes red as a tomato. he’s also super gentle with your hair, even after all the years of you saying it’s ok if he pulls a bit, but he wouldn’t dare even try to hurt you. also!!!! he paints your nails on your non dominant hand and he’s always so focused with the brush, tongue poking out between his lips in concentration as he tries not to make it splotchy, but you would wear it either way.

sakusa kiyoomi

know his priorities. kiyoomi only had 3 priorities in life. you, himself, volleyball, in that order. you were his number one priority, and he made sure everyone in his life knew that, especially you. no one would question where sakusa had disappeared to, training wasn’t supposed to end for anothed 45 minutes! he sighed, declining another call from shoyo as he unlocked the door to your apartment. ‘omi!’, you exclaimed, running to him to give him a hug. ‘you’re early’, you said, voice muffled as you hid your face in his shoulder. ‘mmm, we got off early’, he said, crossing his fingers behind your back. it was just a white lie, it’s not like 45 minutes of practice would really make him a better player. oh yeah, and whenever a game finishes, he’s off looking in the front row of the grandstand for you. in that moment he didn’t care about anything except for you. no tabloid headline ‘stone faced volleyball star in love?!’. no atsumu calling him a simp, just you and him, he thought, pulling you in for a kiss with a small smile in front of everyone.

ushijima wakatoshi

becomes domestic. it warms your heart every single night when you hear the front door click open around 7:30. you smile to yourself hearing his footsteps come to the kitchen, where you’re currently stirring a pot of pasta. ‘welcome home wakatoshi’, you hum, feeling his big arms circle around your waist. ‘dinner’ll be ready in 10, go have a shower, ‘kay?’, you tell the 6’4 sleepy giant, who just gives you a kiss on the top of your head and nods. it still doesn’t feel real, you think. you look down at your stomach, remembering the words of the sonographer you saw a few hours earlier. ‘you’re two months along, congrats!’, he smiled at you, handing you the photo of your baby. you poured the pasta into a seperate bowl, mixing the sauces around as you hear the shower turn off upstairs. you’re cleaning up the pot when you hear wakatoshi stop at the bottom of the stairs. ‘love?’, he says, concern laced in his voice. ‘yes?’, you reply, turning around to see him with a positive pregnancy test in his hand, a tear slipping down his cheek when you nod at him, coming to hug him.

suna rintaro

becomes absolutely enamored with you. whether it’s in real life or on social media, he’s always so happy to brag about how he has the best fiancé in the whole wide world. his instagram feed is just filled with photos of you, all captioned with some lovey dovey quote. the twins comments of calling him a ‘lovesick loser’, never phased him in his second year when he was pining after you, nor does it phase him now. if he hears anyone say shit about you, he’s so ready to defend you with his whole life. when he’s drunk, he’s bawling his eyes out to anyone who will give him the time of day about how in just a few months, he gets to marry the most beautiful girl in the world. atsumu and osamu have sent you countless videos of rintaro hunched over a bar, tears falling from his cheeks onto the sticky counter as he drunkenly babbles about how perfect you are and how he doesn’t deserve you. he’s so clingy, and he kisses your ring finger every night, counting down the days until you share the same last name.

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𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 | s.rintarou x reader 

Rintarou’s finally come home. 

cw/tw: fluff, mildy suggestive but still sfw, uses babe/baby, and reader is referred to as his girlfriend. 

this was literally a self indulgent fic, so I hope you guys can enjoy with me. My baby boy is back home at last ( ,:

“My ass is sore from sitting too long,” Rintaro grumbled over the phone, where the collar of his zipped puffer jacket covered almost half his face, his breath mildly huffing as he walked out towards baggage claims, hoping that he could process his next steps as fast as he could, and quickly catch a taxi to head back home to you. 

Despite not being physically next to him, you still felt his breath tickle against the crook of your neck whenever he would complain when the flight was too long or that the food was bad, that his teammates snored too loudly, or that he couldn’t get a wink of sleep because you weren’t there, that his pillow just didn’t feel right in his arms, that he missed you — all of you.

“I’ll give it a kiss when I see you,” you teased, smiling at the sound of his comforting soft voice, missing him just as much.

“You better keep your word for it, babe… but, fyi, I haven’t touched you in a good month, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one to kiss and massage your body later tonight.”

“I’ve been working out Rin, I’m sure I can keep up with your endurance.”

“You sure? All I’ve been doing is train for the past month, so don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

Taking his voice an octave lower with a lowly chuckle, “Also, you’re always dead tired after the first round, no?”

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

ft. various.

author’s note. we needed some fluff to counter the whore energy in here.

ʚ AKAASHI KEIJI

he finds it adorable when you stumble over your words, especially when you’re talking about something you’re really passionate about.

the way your eyes sparkle and fill with excitement has him nodding along with you.

“tell me more, princess. I’m listening, I promise..”

ʚ MIYA ATSUMU

he loves the way you make everything between you two a challenge, always betting that you can do this and that better than he can.

too bad atsumu uses it to his advantage, and you always fall for his trap too.

“there’s no way ya can beat me at this! ya think yer the best kisser? prove it then.”

ʚ TOORU OIKAWA

he thinks it’s cute when you talk in your sleep, most of what you’re saying doesn’t make sense but sometimes he’ll respond to you anyways.

has tried to get you to tell him secrets while you do it, but no it hasn’t worked.

“mhm, crocodiles are a really pretty color, mi ángelita. now get some rest, alright?”

ʚ KOUSHI SUGAWARA

he likes it when you sing to yourself about either what you’re doing at the moment, or just a random tune.

always takes the chance to snake his hands around your waist and pull you into his chest.

“you have a beautiful voice, angel. almost as beautiful as you..”

ʚ HAJIME IWAIZUMI

he can’t help but chuckle when he hears the way you talk to your pet, it never fails to make him smile when he catches you doing it.

makes fun of you for it but he’s a blushing mess when you do it to him.

“talking to the cat again, love? don’t let them take all my attention now, might make me jealous.”

ʚ KUROO TETSURO

he loves it when you’re sleepy, you just turn all cuddly and needy and of course, he’ll happily accept your affection.

moves away from you on purpose just to see you pout and grumble while you search for him.

“you’re so needy, babe.. hey wait! I wasn’t complaining, get your ass back here and cuddle me.”

ʚ NISHINOYA YUU

he likes it when you start randomly dancing for no reason, anytime you’re happy it just happens and it has him grinning like an idiot.

sometimes he’ll dance with you but he looks ten times stupider and it cracks you both up.

“you’re so cute, baby. look we can both do it! people always tell me I’m a great dancer, you know.”

ʚ TANAKA RYUNOSUKE

he loves how you always have to be touching him, there’s no complaints from his side at all. in fact, he definitely eats all that stuff up.

honestly, your little habit affects him too so now you’re both just clingy together.

all rights reserved © beaufaerie. please do not plagiarize, repost, modify, translate or claim my work.

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Our Little Secret Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Spider-Man/Spider-Girl AU, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Series Summary: Eren Jaeger, a 21-year-old virgin college student who loves his camera a little bit too much, has a crush on you. Every night, he switches on his camera and talks about you but he never could find the courage to speak to you in real life. Strangely enough, he finds it easy for him to befriend Spider-Girl, the crime fighting vigilante, not knowing that you both share the same identity.

Chapter Count: 1/4

Content Warnings: explicit sex scene (happens at the end of the series, can be skipped if you want), swearing, mentions of characters going through depression, traumatic past events

Art by: @_sonagee on Twitter

CHAPTER LIST

Chapter 1

Summary: A prologue to the story where you meet Eren Jaeger, the resident hot nerd, for the first time.

Word Count: 4K

Chapter 2

Summary: Eren Jaeger, as cliche as it was, nearly got himself killed when he crossed the street without looking. Thank God, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl was there to save him.

Word Count: 6k

Chapter 3

Summary: Never in his life did he ever think that he'd be bestfriends with a crime-fighting vigilante, but Eren is definitely not complaining. As you grow closer, you start to learn more about him, including his past and how deeply he's in love with you—the real version of you.

Word Count: 8k

Chapter 4

Summary: TBA

Word Count: TBA

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Shutting you up with a kiss

ft. Suna Rintarou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Atsumu (all characters aged up!)

warnings : suggestive, cursing (duh!), & y/n being a bad bitch in Atsumu’s (my fav), embarrassingly long :-)

Suna Rintarou It had been a long week, for the both of you. And all you wanted was a relaxation with your boyfriend. That is if he ever plans on putting down his phone and stops doing the tasks halfway. Cleaning the countertop after dinner was a bit of a hassle but you pulled through and now all that’s left was the trash. Collecting the garbage from around the kitchen, you open the bin only to let out a groan. “Rin! You forgot to put the garbage bag in after taking out the trash…again”, you sighed. No response. “Did you even hear what I said ?!”, you called out but to no avail. Annoyed, you make your way to your bedroom to find him on the bed, scrolling through his phone, not even bothering to look up at you. “Rin, I told you, no matter what it is you do, don’t do it halfway! Is that too much to ask ?!”, you holler, now snatching the phone out of his clutch. “I’m talking to you Suna, about time-!”, being in close proximity, he easily reached out, pulling you into his lap, his lips messily crashing onto yours, your words dissolving in your throat. “Would you stop yelling for a minute ?”, he murmurs, lips still touching yours. “And what was that you said ? ‘I shouldn’t do my tasks halfway’, yeah angel, you’re right. Because, if I were to put my hands into your pants right now, I know you’d be dripping. And that’s my task. Can’t have it done halfway, am I right ?”, he smirked, hands slowly untying your pants’ string.

Iwaizumi Hajime “He really needs to be put in place”, Iwa mumbled, entering the house. “Forget about him, you know how he is”, you assured. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean-“, “C’mon Hajime, even Oikawa didn’t let it get to him. Learn to be like him”, you laughed, thinking back to Mattsun’s joke. At that, something in him sparked anger. And within a few seconds, he had you pinned against the front door, with both your wrists together in his one large hand right above your head. “Hajime…?”, you whispered, unable to get ahold of the situation your words put you in. Without any warning, he crashed his lips roughly against yours, stealing the air out of your lungs. He had his one leg pressed between your thighs, keeping you in place. After a minute or two, you both separate from the heated make out and he lifts your chin with his index finger, staring into your eyes with full blown lust and hunger. “Tell me y/n, you really think Oikawa would be able to do something like that ? Make you wet down there from just a kiss ?”, he questioned. Still panting and in a haze, the words refused to leave your mouth, resulting in your head nodding in a right to left manner. “Yeah…didn’t think so. Next time choose your words wisely princess, I won’t be so nice”.

Miya Atsumu “You’re the most annoying little shit Miya! Fuck off!”, you hollered. “I am, aren’t I ? But ya should really watch that pretty mouth ‘a yers princess, cuz its sayin some really shitty things right now”, he inched closer making you take a step back. “I can say what I want! My mouth, my words! And stop calling me princess. I’m nobody’s princess!”, you said, anger slowly boiling up inside. “Hmmm…is that so ? And if ‘a were to claim that pretty and annoying mouth ‘a yers, ‘a can shut it whenever ‘a want right ?”, he smirked. “Bullshit! You’re not claiming anything! Especially bastards like-“, “Ya talk too much babe”, he said, his lips landing on yours, silencing you immediately. Your hands went up to push him away but he held them back in his. Your lips felt soft against his, in contrast to the words it voiced out minutes prior. His rough hand now caressing your cheeks and jawline, made your knees weak. A minute or three goes by and you both pull away for air, “What the fuck is your problem ? Why’d you do-”, “I like ya. A lot. So, saturday night at eight, get dolled up, although ya don’t need it. I’m takin ya out”, he said, releasing his hold on your wrists and exiting the classroom but not before hearing your, ‘I still hate you Miya’, making him smile to himself.

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✉️ hq + gaslighting abt height <3

with: t. kei, k. tobio, o. tooru, b. koutarou, i. hajime

cw: use of angel and baby, very slight swearing

a/n: kei <3

@kodzukvn2022. do not repost, copy, edit, or claim as your own. please report plagiarism.

[daichisbabygirl]

saw a manga panel that made me think abt gamer!eren :’( so heres a lil sumthin cuz it gave me brainrot 🥺

pwp, degradation, riding + doggy, exhibitionism [?], creampie, fem reader, some praise

gamer!eren who somehow managed to coax you into his lap while he plays pc through smug grins and half-assed promises. “it’ll be fun, c’mere n sit with me,” is what got you here.

your jaw was sore from biting back moans, your head swimming as you ground your hips so desperately. eren’s cock was buried inside of you, the rhythmic roll of your hips bringing buzzes of euphoria to dance through your limbs.

“shh, shh,” eren shifted his mic away, turning his gaped lips to your ear as his free hand gripped onto the full of your ass. his fingers dug into the flesh as he murmured, “don’t want my friends to hear you, right? keep it down, i don’t care if you cum just be quiet.”

eren attended back to his game, chatting and chuckling along with his friends through the headset. how could he be so mean? that’s what you would’ve thought if your mind wasn’t so boggled from each time the head of his cock dug into your gut.

it was damn near impossible to choke back all the pleasured noises begging to leave your lips. you dug your face so far in the crook of his neck to keep quiet as he ordered, yet the stretched sensation of his cock bullied inside of you was just too much to handle.

“f-fuck,” you muttered softly, the words coming out in a whimper as you ground your hips faster and faster. “o-oh i’m gonna cum.”

eren didn’t even hear you, continuing to banter into the microphone as if he didn’t have a care in the world. he knew you were getting close, he knows you. so when he felt your body shudder and your cunt tighten and release in furor around his shaft, he knew exactly what you had said.

“hey guys, i gotta go,” eren unceremoniously clattered his headset onto the desk, not even caring enough to leave the call. his fingers danced over the curve of your ass, his gaped lips pressing into the sweat-tinged skin on your neck. “came already, huh? nice n’ quiet for me, how ‘bout i fuck that pretty pussy now?”

eren takes no time before bending your back over the plane of his desk, his headset and keyboard scatter as he fucks into you brashly. god, was this so much better. his hips rocked into you so hard that the monitor shook, his desk banging into the wall but he didn’t care - he was gonna fuck you right.

eren’s cock drove hard, your slick cum smothering his cock and smacking onto his balls and all over your cunt. his grunts were staggered with words of, “fuck, makin’ me so hard like this,” “this pussy’s all mine, isn’t it?” “mhm yea, i know she likes me.”

eren cums so hard, spilling ribbons of cum into your hole and letting it seep out of your used pussy like a piece of art made just for him. “you’re lucky i even let you ride me when i was on the call.”

but once he was done, he immediately plopped back into his chair and slipped his headset on. “hey, i’m back.”

was the mic on the whole time?

DIAPHANOSO 2022.

taggin: @bvnnichuu !!

[daichisbabygirl]

pairings: pre!timeskip iwa x f!reader, post!timeskip iwa x f!reader

contains: bestfriends to (insinuated) lovers, sprinkle of possessive iwaizumi (NOT in a toxic way), nervous high school iwaizumi → confident uni iwaizumi, fluff, teasing toward the end (f!receiving, not sexual), he gifts you a necklace and can't stop thinking about it

a/n: look,, i hate wearing necklaces. but for iwaizumi hajime? anything for iwaizumi hajime. also sorry i have a thing for men admiring jewelry while its still on you LMAOO its like a different level of intimacy, u know?

Bestfriend!iwaizumi who drags you along with him and Oikawa out to the markets because he rarely gets to spend time with you since he's busy with volleyball and you're always buried in your studies.

At some point, you wander off to a jewelry stall, admiring the sellers' fine craftmanship of his necklaces. He offers you a discount, telling you, "A beautiful girl such as yourself should wear a beautiful necklace to match." And Iwaizumi would be inclined to agree, had you not lifted a hand in supplication, telling the man it was far too out of your price range.

You return to Iwaizumi and Oikawa, a tired smile on your pretty face because you had been at the markets all afternoon with them, and you were more than ready to go home.

Iwaizumi wouldn't tell you, but he returned to that same stall the very next day, set on buying you that necklace as a surprise. He'd have to make up some ridiculous excuse, he thought, so that the gift wouldn't come from the blue.

He was a bit chagrined though to find the seller had raised the price for Iwaizumi when he asked of it. "My friend came by your stall yesterday—and you were more than willing to give her a deal on it," he said, growing peeved.

"Is that right?" the seller smiled. "That was your friend?"

"Yeah."

"Quite the lovely friend you have. Far more kind than yourself."

Iwaizumi frowned. It took a good amount of bartering and near arguing for him to, eventually, return home with the necklace neatly packaged.

He would never forget your reaction when he gave you the ribbon-tied box and you opened it to find the necklace. Iwaizumi had been so nervous to give it to you; shifting on his feet, his face utterly flushed, and his words coming out a bit rushed, but you hadn't minded.

It was when you asked him to put it on for you did he near give out at his knees. Somehow, Iwaizumi managed; he missed the clasp twice before he secured it properly, but he managed to do as you had asked. Even if the tops of cheeks only burned warmer with every accidental brush of his fingers on the soft skin of your neck.

And there was a certain...pride he felt when he found you at school wearing that necklace, when he visited you and he teasingly asked if you ever took the jewelry off.

"No," you had said, "I keep it on most of the time."

Iwaizumi didn't know what came over him then, a sense of wonderment maybe, a rush of blood to his face very possibly. You tended to occupy his thoughts often enough already, of course, but now all he could think of was you and that fucking necklace he gave you.

Does that you mean you sleep with it on? he thought to himself. Does that mean you don't even take it off to shower?

And it was pride, most certainly, he felt at the realization that anywhere you went, anything you did, you would always have a piece of him with you. All the time, apparently.

By some manner or another, his affections for you deepened. Even after the both of you entered university, Iwaizumi kept loving you more and more. He was loathe to admit it, but it took years of unrealized pining on his end and an unordinary night spent together for him to understand—truly understand—how terribly hard he had fallen for you.

You were sitting beside him now on the couch, your legs propped in his lap (he liked having them there). Your focus was on the TV, on the show playing as you fiddled with the pendant of your necklace, moving it along the chain idly.

Iwaizumi turned to see what you were doing when his attention fell to the necklace as well. "You still have that?" he asked, curious but pleased that you continued to wear the jewelry to this day.

"What?" You looked to him, your hand stilling before you glanced down. "Oh, of course I do. Why would I not have it on me?"

You were smiling now, shaking your head—a bit shy, Iwaizumi noted. By some stupidly confident whim, he gestured for you to move closer. "Let me see it," he told you gently. And for once it was you going warm in the face at his request (you had blushed many times before because of him, he had just been too caught up in his own worries to take notice.)

You removed your legs from his lap, moving closer as you perched on your knees on the soft couch cushion, unsure of what to do but wait for Iwaizumi to reach out and take the pendant in his hand.

If he were being truthful with himself, this was mostly an excuse to be closer to you, to gauge your reaction when he regarded the pendant with a scrutinizing little expression before peering back to you. And to his utter delight, you looked flustered. He wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable by any means (and he hoped he wasn't), he simply wanted to see if the attraction he felt for you might be secretly reciprocated.

And it was, if the way you near squirmed under his touch when he tapped a finger underneath your chin, lifting it slightly as he appraised you when he said, "You took good care of it."

[daichisbabygirl]

✿ so whipped for you

bf! Atsumu x reader

warnings: none

crush!atsumu who has a big fat crush on you

crush!atsumu who’s fascinated by the way you talk back to him

crush!atsumu who’s hands are sweating when deciding to ask you out

crush!atsumu who, despite his good looks, is humble to the people around him

crush!atsumu who is competitive in nature and will quite literally fight anyone that wants you

crush!atsumu who peeks at you in class, thinking he’s slick

crush!atsumu who accepts the fact that he’s a simp for you

crush!atsumu who smiles like a lovesick fool when you laugh at his jokes

crush!atsumu who purposely misses morning practices just to catch a glimpse of you in the hallways

crush!atsumu who feels jealousy prickling at his soul when a guy has the audacity to ask you out

crush!atsumu who smirks when you shyly reject every man that comes your way. “atta girl” he thinks to himself

crush!atsumu who hands you his jacket when he notices you forgot to bring yours

crush!atsumu who forces his brother to make tuna onigiri just so he can bring them to you and brag to you about how much of a good cook he is when in reality his brother does all the work

crush!atsumu who will disrupt the class just to watch you laugh

crush!atsumu who attempts to make chocolate for you. they don’t..look the best but somehow end up tasting delicious

crush!atsumu who never seems to shut up about you and he’s made it so obvious that he’s in love with you

crush!atsumu who sees a future with you despite being so young.

crush!atsumu who leaves flowers on your desk with a note that says “pretty flowers for a pretty human being” he thinks he’s sly but his handwriting gives it away

crush!atsumu who will fight the world if anyone every dares to make you sad

crush!atsumu who will wipe your tears and kiss your forehead if he sees you sobbing. manz will cry with you ok.

crush!atsumu who gently wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you to his warm chest. whispering a soft ‘I’m so in love with you’

crush!atsumu who’s just so whipped for you

I’d do anything just to experience a high school love with atsumu >>>>

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[5:36 PM]

⤷ atsumu miya x f!reader; fluff, atsumu chasing after someone he shouldn't want, mentions of sex, not beta'd

(w.c 2.3k)

i fancy atsumu miya as a fool in love. when he’s head over heels, neck deep in the waters of infatuation, and he’s got nothing on his mind but you.

especially, when he doesn’t have you yet; especially, when you reject his advances even though he can see the way you try to hide your smile and turn your head to the side in a pointed way to avoid his gaze, because he knows you want to look at him; especially, when you deny the validity of his feelings even though you feel it too, and give the lamest excuses as to why.

he certainly doesn’t care about the fact that you're his friend’s ex-girlfriend, no matter how many times you tout it as reason enough for him to back off, so he doesn’t know why you do. guy code be damned when said guy cheated on you and atsumu’s been in love with you since the moment you he first saw you— introduced to him when you were on the arm of said new friend of his, all sweet smiles and lingering stares in the warm lowlights of some bar he, sentimentally, remembers the name of because of you.

realized you were entirely too good for this stupid friend when you laughed heartily at his idiotic joke making fun of your then-boyfriend at the time while said man scowled and told you to knock it off. an imprinted memory that plays behind atsumu’s eyelids in morning, noon, and night. he thinks, and thinks, and thinks about you.

“i can play this game all day witcha’ princess. they ain’t call me annoyin’ for nothin’.”

atsumu trails behind you like an eager puppy dog, a skip in his step as he follows you through the parking lot of the gym towards your car. he’s still clad in his practice gear, forgotten the fact that he has a game this weekend once he saw you enter the gym, the bouquet of roses he had sent to your apartment in your hands and a frown on your face. he gravitates towards you like a magnet to metal, sights zeroed in on you and only you, just as hinata tosses a ball his way. it lands with a resounding thud on the shining hardwood and the entirety of the gym watches with mouths agape as atsumu leaves the court without a second thought and, much to the other member’s elation and surprise, gets flowers shoved unceremoniously into his chest.

you bark out a laugh as you lead the way to your car, your pace brisk and you try to evade the stubborn blond who makes it a point to stay only a foot behind you, “i’m starting to see that, miya.”

“look a little harder, maybe you’ll start to see what yer feelin’ fer me too.”

you halt in place with a hard stop, turning quickly in your place only to see the shit-eating smile on the face of the man behind you. he smiles like he knows something you don’t, proud and irritating and horribly bright, canines shining brighter than the sun that haloes around his golden figure. much too handsome for his own good, and he knows it.

“what’s it going to take for you to realize that you’re wasting your time?” you sigh with an exasperated look.

“oh princess,” he coos, smile imbued in his words as he lifts your palm from your side and places it on his chest. right between the hard muscles of his pectorals and feeling the steady pulse of his heartbeat, “i wanna waste all my time on ya’, and i got plenty of it.”

he leans forward, only a hairs-width of movement, but enough to be testing boundaries. to see how far in you’ll let him, to see if you’re really serious about kicking him to the curb like you say you are. but in the way that your eyes dart down to his lips, and your own part slightly as he enters fractionally into your space, he knows you don’t even believe your own con. when you insist that dating you would be too much trouble and would cause too much friction in his friend group, he knows in the way that you lean in ever so slightly, the way that your hand relaxes in his touch, that you don’t give much of a damn as to what his friends think either.

think, just as honestly as he does, that the trouble would be well worth it.

“i can do this all day, pretty girl. until ya’ change yer mind, cause i know ya’ want me just as bad as i want ya’.”

you exhale a breath of amusement, one that fans over his lips as you pull your hand away from his chest. it takes everything within him not to chase you forward. drunk entirely on these brief doses of you and craving more. an addict, he’s quickly realizing he is.

“shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself? i just got out of a long-term relationship with your friend, and you’re already moving in on me?” you say, in a scolding tone that he really should take seriously, should probably reevaluate his own ethics after that piece of truth you’ve just delivered to him—even if it is said without much malice.

but he can’t really bring himself to care. not when there’s the slight curve of a smile on your lips and the matched glint of amusement twinkling in your irises and the fact that as he inches slightly forward, another taunting, teasing inch, you let him.

atsumu shrugs. he should be ashamed of a lot of things. oh well.

“i never liked him that much.”

“he certainly likes you.”

“ain’t he break yer heart? who’s side are ya on?”

“the side that doesn’t get me in trouble.” you poke at his chest with emphasis and it’s only fuel to the fire of his desire. tease, tease, tease.

he cocks his head to the side, looking at you with the kind of look he usually only ever designates when he’s feeling like making girls melt. smug, half-lidded eyes, and slanted smile, poking his tongue out to run along his bottom lip then a well designed clench of his jaw.

“life ain’t fun without a little trouble.”

it’s then that he remembers why he likes you so much.

you only furrow your brows, timing the roll of your eyes with the turning of your body as you walk—sway, atsumu insists— back to your car. calling over your shoulder, “that’s not a good reason to get me to change my mind. i don’t have time to waste.”

rock solid and impenetrable, you are. tease, tease, tease.

atsumu groans with a childish stomp of his foot as he is left to his devices and stubbornly chooses to follow you. “then quit yer fighting and let me take ya’ out!”

“why? so you can stick it to my ex and finally prove that you’re better?”

“ya really think ‘m that selfish?” he exclaims, clutching his chest in faux injury as your car comes into sight. and while he can’t deny it, having you on his arm would be nice payback for all those times that your ex and his friend— (can he even call him a friend if he only really hung out with him just to see you?) — made snide and grinding remarks that had atsumu gritting his teeth, it isn’t at all the reason why he’s following you know.

it isn’t at all the reason why he swooped in the moment he heard of your breakup with the dipshit.

of course, he’d never outwardly tell you exactly why. cause… you know, pride. because chasing a girl all over town isn’t at all embarrassing—no, confessing your feelings is. at least, according to atsumu miya’s guidebook on ‘how to pick up women without looking like a cornball’.

(he once told this to osamu who, then, promptly and severely questioned the validity of their genetic relationship as he stared blankly at his brother that, unfortunately, looked exactly like him.)

by the time you speak again, you’ve approached the driver’s side of your car. turning on your heel to shoot him that unimpressed stare of yours that has his heart soaring in his chest, “we’ve known each other for a while, miya. i’m having a really hard time taking your interest seriously and thinking that this isn’t about you.”

if there’s any surprise you have on your face from how close he suddenly is to you, it doesn’t register. it doesn’t register for him either; only feels like a natural dynamic, like the way things are supposed to be. with him practically conjoined with you at the hip, even though you push, and push him away.

he places one hand over your shoulder, leaning against the side of your car as he cages you between him and the door. not that you’re complaining any. not when you have the perfect line of sight to his now flexing bicep and a front row seat to that shit eating grin he gives you as he stares you head on.

“i’m an athlete, princess. i know how to be a team player.”

maybe it’s the heat from the shining afternoon sun, or the sudden warmth of his body leaning in closer to you, but you’re mouth has gone dry and you’re finding it a bit harder to concoct any more smart retorts.

“is that so?” is all you can lamely respond with. paired with narrowed eyes, which he clearly stares through. a game of wills, you both have been playing, and it’s becoming increasingly clear which one of you has the more stamina.

figures.

“damn straight.” he says confidently and you sigh.

tearing your gaze away from the magnetic browns of his eyes, you speak with a slight loss of resolve. and so begins the tumbling of the high built walls, he notes. “why can’t you take ‘no’ for an answer?”

“cause you ain’t give me a ‘no’, only excuses.” he says it so simply, so pragmatically, as if it were the sanest reason behind his consistent pursuing of you, and a part of you is convinced. until you shake your head at him and logic seems to kick in once more.

the vow you made to yourself of not being made a fool again kicking into high gear as he leans into your line of sight.

“aren’t those the same thing?”

he shakes his head, adjusting his hand on the side of your car on purpose. grinning wider when he sees your eyes dart quickly to the slight flex of the muscle. “nah. not til ya’ tell me to my face ya’ don’t feel the same way.”

when you look back at him, that glint that he likes— the one that caught his attention all those nights ago in the lowlights of the bar, the mischievous, teasing one that matches his own beat for beat, second to second— is back in your eyes. your momentary loss of composure is nothing more than a figment of his imagination at this point.

“so… you do like me?”

the grin drops from his face, and in a twisted turn of fate, yours widens. truly a role reversal, “what clued you in? the flowers or the fact that you got me runnin’ around town for ya?’”

you don’t respond, only stare at him with that stupid smile on your face and the pangs of want pierce his chest. he has you where he’s wanted you to be all this time, standing before him, practically inviting him in, the desire to push you against him and kiss you increasing tenfold.

but he doesn’t. instinct to do as he’s done with every other girl and swoop them off their feet seemingly inappropriate when it comes to you. facetious, disingenuous. he wants to do this right. wants to make this last.

“so?” he breathes out after a beat of shared silence—figuring that if you haven’t pushed him away yet, now is as good a time as any— “finally gonna tell me ya don’t like me? cause, i’ll stop. right here, right now. just gotta say the magic words.”

you answer him with a heavy sigh and a roll of your head backwards. “they’re right. you are annoying.”

“that a yes?”

“a ‘yes’ to what?”

“lettin’ me change yer mind.”

your head lolls back to the front, defeat painted on your face but he doesn’t feel too bad about bugging you to the point of acquiescence. because you haven’t outwardly said you don’t return his feelings. he gave you the chance, point blank, and yet—

“fine.” you bark out, finally putting a hand on his chest and pushing him backwards from you. it all happens so quick— the way you open your car door and put your things inside, or maybe his brain is moving too slow. too caught up on the fact that you actually said yes.

“but you better be worth it, miya.” you say, punctuating your remark with the slamming of the car door. and like he always does whenever he’s near you, all he can do is stare.

until that annoying gene of his starts buzzing his brain. then, he’s knocking a knuckle against your window, gesturing for you to roll it down. which you do, but with a pointed eye roll and a scowl.

he leans into your car, forearms crossed over ledge of the open window as he gives you a wink, shock from his surprising win long gone and replaced with that familiar streak of confidence once more, “pick you up at six. wear somethin’ nice.”

he laughs when your hand makes contact with his forehead and pushes him away from your car. that stupid smile is back on his face, but this time around, it’s on yours too. a smile, that you both will come to find out soon enough, is one of a stupid fool in love.

or, the smile of a man with plans of making you cum at least five times.

surefire way to a woman’s heart, right?

a/n: i like annoying men, can you tell? spider!roo part 4 should be out this week! in the meantime, come chat with me!