jayhongbeatsyou

[jayhongbeatsyou]

What the demon brothers kisses taste like

Warnings: blood mention, kinda horny

Lucifer:

You know that bitterness of berries? Like raspberries or even pomegranates? That’s what kissing Lucifer tastes like.

If he lets you sneak your tongue in his mouth it almost overwhelms you. The taste of dark wine on his tongue as he sucks on yours.

He is an absolutely amazing kisser, and he will leave you breathless and keening into his touch. Looking into his hooded eyes as he smirks, licking his lips damp with the taste of you.

You cant help but imagine, if you were in the garden of edin, you’d have taken anything that serpent had given you if it tasted like him.

Keep reading

[jayhongbeatsyou]

can't afford to lose you any longer

includes: lucifer x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used), mammon & lucifer, diavolo & lucifer, micheal & lucifer

wc: 2.3k | rated t | m.list | cross posted on ao3

a/n: requested by @asterinquinn, who asked for obey me angst where you and lucifer are together and while he's away you get attacked and end up hurt/dead. i hope you enjoy!! title from hot tea by half*alive

warnings: angst (with a happy ending), hurt/comfort, lesson 16 spoilers, hospitals, attempted physical assault (non-graphic), coma

“do you really have to go?” you ask, and lucifer sighs, scrubbing his hand through his hair.

“we’ve been over this, mc, of course i do. diavolo asked me to do this task, so it has to be done.”

you laugh, a bitter thing. “of course. diavolo asked you, so you’ll do it right away. after all, you’d do anything for him.” lucifer’s gaze shutters and your face softens, regret washing over it. “i’m sorry,” you say. “that wasn’t fair. i just hate having you gone. it leaves me feel like i’m missing a limb.”

“i don’t like leaving either,” he says, pulling you into his arms. “but this should be the last trip for a while.”

“good.” you sigh, looking heavenward. “i feel like you’ve been out of the devildom a lot more than you’ve been in it, these last few months.”

“sure seems that way,” he agrees, with a small, rueful smile. “but really, this should tie everything up. and i’ll hurry back, i promise.”

“you better!” wrapping your arms around him, you give him a hug. “come back to me soon, mister. if you don’t i’ll go talk to diavolo myself!”

“i will, my dear,” he says, ducking down for a quick kiss. already, he’s shuffling his schedule in his mind to the most efficient order, hoping to lessen the time spent away. on this trip, he was being sent to the angel realm to handle some diplomacy thing. why diavolo didn't do it himself, or send another ambassador, lucifer didn’t know (well, he did know, it was because he was the only man with the right skillset for this job), but he just knew he had to honor his promise to him that was made back when he first fell.

diavolo felt bad about it, at least, so it wasn’t like lucifer was just being sent away all of the time, but still, he missed spending his days and nights with you.

“i’ve got to get going now,” he murmurs, pulling away. “i love you.”

“love you too,” you say with a small smile. “hurry back.”

*

lucifer checks his watch, concern swirling inside of him. you were supposed to call him earlier but you hadn’t, nor had you returned any of his texts or calls. it was unlike you to do such a thing, and he was this close to calling one of his brothers to ask them to check up on you. the only reason he hadn’t is that he kept telling himself you’d respond any moment. you were never one to just disappear off the map.

“what’s the matter, lucifer?” micheal asks, ever intuitive. “you seem worried.”

“i’m sorry,” lucifer apologizes. “i was supposed to receive a call earlier but it never came. it shouldn't have leaked into our meeting though, please forgive me.”

“and they haven’t been picking up or responding to your texts since then, have they?” micheal surmises, disregarding the rest of his statement, and lucifer nods, long since used to his uncanny ability to do things like that. “well then, go on,” he continues. “get in touch with someone who can get in touch with them. worry isn’t a good look on you.”

decorum would usually dictate he decline, return his attention to the matters at hand, but… it was you, and he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing.

“thank you,” he says, rising. stepping into the hall, he clicks on mammon’s contact, holding his phone to his ear. it rings several times, but just as he thinks it’s going to go to voicemail, his younger brother picks up.

“lucifer!” mammon says. “oh thank god. i was just about to call ya!” mammon’s voice is loud, nervous. something is definitely wrong. why would mammon be calling him?

“what’s the matter?” lucifer asks, a bad feeling unfurling in his chest.

“it’s about mc,” mammon says, grave. “they got into an accident, and are in the hospital. i was gonna call ya sooner but satan said i should wait ‘till the doctor told us what was goin’ on.”

“what? mammon, what happened? are they okay?”

mammon hesitates. “they’re not in any immediate danger,” he hedges, and lucifer growls. “okay, okay. they’re in a coma, caused by the exertion of magical energy-”

“magical energy?” lucifer exclaims, but mammon barrels on.

“-but it’s estimated they’re not in any danger,” mammon continues, “we just don’t know when they’ll wake up yet. ‘pparently some lower-level dirtbags got brave due to your absence and decided to ‘purify the devildom once more.’” lucifer could hear the disgust in his voice.

“my absence? purification?” lucifer echoes thinly. “why didn’t then evoke the pact?”

“i couldn’t tell ya,” mammon says. “mc didn’t call on any of the rest of us either. running theory is that everything happened way too quickly and the magical energy they exerted was subconscious.”

“i see,” lucifer replies, swallowing. “so they’re in the hospital?”

“yeah, and we’re all with them. obviously, they won't let us all into the room, so right now, solomon and asmo are with them.”

“i’m coming back.” lucifer’s tone didn’t allow for any arguments, and surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, mammon didn’t give him any.

“good,” mammon says fiercely. “you need to be here.” with that he hung up, leaving lucifer reeling. you were attacked. and it was his fault. if he had been at the devildom, it would have staved off any thought of something like this from happening and he likely would have been with you. he could have jumped in and saved you. why didn’t you summon him?

diavolo be damned, he was coming back to you. you were in a coma, and he was in a completely different realm.

“i’m sorry, there’s been an emergency,” lucifer says, quickly gathering his things back in the meeting room. “i need to return at once.”

“go,” micheal allows, nodding his head. lucifer wasn’t going to wait for his permission or anything, but knowing he was indulging him on this at least solved one of his problems. “reach out to me once the situation has been resolved but, of course, there is no haste.”

“thank you. it was a pleasure meeting with you, as always,” lucifer says, and micheal smiles.

“i feel much the same, old friend. do let me know when everything turns out okay.”

lucifer spares no time returning to the devildom, heading straight to the hospital. he’s been steadily in contact with mammon, who is waiting form him in the hospital waiting room. he jumps to his feet the moment he sees lucifer.

“any changes?” lucifer asks quickly, desperately.

mammon shakes his head. “no, still the same.”

lucifer doesn’t know whether to be relieved or not. on one hand, the situation isn’t getting any worse, but on the other…

“i need to see them,” he says and mammon nods.

“follow me.” mammon leads him through the hospital, familiar with the way. the waiting room nearest to your room is completely filled with his brothers, the angels, and surprisingly, diavolo and barbatos. lucifer, however, aside from nodding to them, ignores everyone, following mammon to your room.

simeon and belphie shuffle out as he and mammon enter, but lucifer can’t pay them any mind, instead completely focused on you. you’re laying on the bed, deathly still apart from the minute rise and fall of your chest. the image is haunting. he’s already been the cause of your death once, and had mostly managed to put the sight of you bleeding out out of his mind, but this seemed so much worse.

falling to his knees, lucifer clasps your hand. it’s cooler than normal.

“they’re okay?” lucifer asks, voice catching. “besides all of this, i mean?”

“yes,” mammon replies, taking the seat set up on the other side of your bed. “the magic they exerted stopped everyone completely. solomon sensed the disturbance when it hit, as apparently it was incredibly powerful and traced it back to them. they were already unconscious by the time we found them.

“so how did you know what happened?”

“the would-be attackers woke up a while ago. we got them to talk,” mammon says darkly. “and they’ve been taken care of, along with the rest of their group. rest assured belphie and satan are ensuring all groups like theirs are exterminated.”

“good. what about mc?” lucifer stroked the side of your face, but your eyelids didn’t even twitch. “when will they wake up?”

mammon shrugs, biting his lip. “no one knows. the doctors aren’t equipped to deal with something like this at all, and even solomon’s pretty stumped. he thinks that because the spell was so large and uncontained it not only also hit them but also depleted them of all of their magical energy. he says we probably just have to wait for their reserves to fill once more.”

“but he doesn’t know how long it will take?”

“no.”

they fall into silence and lucifer just looks at you. never before had he seen you so still and he hates it. you deserve to look bright and cheery; you deserved to look alive.

lucifer’s eyes burn and he swallows. mammon, thankfully, doesn’t say a thing.

*

days passed, and it was much the same. there were tiny changes in your state, mostly good, but it was moving so slow that it seemed it would take years before you would wake. lucifer spent every day by your side, disregarding his duties. thankfully, his brothers stepped up, understanding, and diavolo had given him nothing but compassion and time.

(“i am sorry” diavolo had said, gaze heavy. “if i had known-”

“you didn’t,” lucifer had responded, “and that’s all there is to it.”

“i’m still sorry.”)

it was night, and he was in the room alone. mammon had managed to get everyone to go home for the night, leaving you and him alone. lucifer didn’t sleep. lucifer wished he could do something to help. solomon, satan, and him had been researching, as much as possible, but nothing had ever happened quite like this before, so there weren’t many texts that seemed promising. usually humans died if they exerted as much magic as you had. satan theorized it was only all of the extra energy from the pacts that had prevented that.

running his thumb along the back of your hand, lucifer wished he could do something. if only he could give you all of his energy. he had already done it when you protected yourself, albeit unknowingly, and-

wait.

why couldn’t he do that?

it had never been done before, but no one had ever had a pact with him before either. the pact was a two way street.

gathering all of his energy and emotions, lucifer took your other hand, so he was holding both of them, focused on your pact, and pushed. it felt weird, and wrong, but he didn’t give up. if you could draw energy from him while you were awake, then he should be able to give you some now.

slowly, he felt the energy shifting, settling. the strain had his eyes falling shut, but when he felt you move slightly, his eyes snapped open. your eyes were rolling around behind your eyelids and your breathing was coming faster. the heart-rate monitor sped up, and lucifer pushed harder.

your eyes opened, and lucifer slumped, relief so overpowering he felt like he could pass out. you blinked hazily and lucifer squeezed your hand.

“mc,” he breathed, and slowly, your eyes focused on him.

“lucifer?” you asked, throat raw from unuse. “where am i? what happened?”

pressing the ‘call nurse’ button on the side of the bed, lucifer pressed his forehead to yours. “you’re in the hospital. you’ve- you’ve been in a coma for the last several days. don’t try to move too much.”

“what?” you stared into his eyes. “i…”

“shh,” lucifer chided gently. “i’m just glad you’re awake now. i was so worried.”

“oh,” you say, still out of it. honestly, he’d be concerned if you weren’t. “it was those demons, wasn’t it? i remember not knowing what to do, then… nothing.”

“they didn’t lay a single hand on you,” lucifer swore, and you slumped back onto the bed a little, relieved. “and they’ve been taken care of already.”

“but if that happened, weren’t you in the celestial realm?”

“silly human,” lucifer said, his heart splintering further. how could you think he’d stay there when you were in danger, let alone a magically induced coma! “of course i came back here for you. dropped everything to come see you with my own eyes, make sure you were okay.”

you smiled, faintly, and the sight of it stole his breath from his chest. lucifer had been so scared he was never going to get to see you smile again. “knew you would,” you said. “you love me.”

“that i do,” he replied softly, as the nurse finally came in. “that i do, my dear.”

“stay,” you said, as you registered the nurse, who gasped. lucifer ignored her in favor of drinking you in, replaying your voice.

“as if i’d leave. you’re stuck with me, i’m afraid.” and he was afraid. so afraid. but you were awake, and alive, and seemed okay. maybe it was all going to be alright.

as if you could read his mind, your eyes filled with warmth, overflowing into tears that dripped down your face. lucifer wiped them away gently. “i’m so glad,” you whispered. “i’m so glad i’m stuck with you. lucifer.”

“mc,” he said, and it felt like things were finally clicking back into their rightful place. it felt like coming home.

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

[jayhongbeatsyou]

Hi! Me again! Thanks so much for replying! I actually do have two things(elements) I'm working on at the moment. Line art and coloring are what I struggle to do the most. My sketches come out so nice until I try to do my line art. And I have issues with lighting, shading and such. Thats all I truly need help on. The positions and anatomy I'm sure I could work on my own. Oh! Thanks again for offering help! It means a lot to me(Also I'm not expecting anything professional from you! I'm just a person who likes to learn different ways a styles that might help me tis all! So don't stress, please! Thanks again!✨💖💖💖🌸💖💖💖✨)

ok that's a lot of different things haha so let's look at lineart✨!! because that's the part i like doing the most... here's a picture i drew as an example! i'll put the "tutorial" part under a cut since it's long...

"my lineart comes out way stiffer than my sketches" is a huge mood O(--( when you're sketching you tend to be a lot looser, and drawing lots of overlapping lines creates visual ambiguity where your eyebrain kind of fills in details automatically. then when you try to draw a single line on top of a mass of vague details, it looks weird...

sketch for the above picture; i think there's a few things you can try to retain the looseness from your sketch page:

1) don't even do lines lmao sometimes i just clean up a sketch with eraser and call it a day

2) i like using a pencil/textured type brush to do lineart now! you won't be able to bucket fill for coloring anymore, but for me it helped deal with the too stiff/too clean feeling.

3) i don't do this myself, but i've seen some people suggest blurring the whole sketch layer so you can still see the original sketch as a guide, but don't feel constrained to redrawing exactly on top of it

i also don't bother connecting/closing all lines, it's easier on the hand to not redraw one super long unbroken line fifty times lol

for this one, i redrew the lineart on a new layer. pay attention to areas of high detail density (where you have a lot of stuff going/lines intersecting). e.g., venti's hand, his braid, xiao's bangs... is it easy or difficult to see what's going? check for line tangents, adjust thickness, add more negative space to clarify what you're seeing. small adjustments can bring more visual clarity too; for example, even though xiao's hair falls over his face, i like drawing the eye/brow underneath so you can still see the shape of his expression... to make it easier to follow the line of his bang, i erased a little bit of the brow/eyelashes underneath so they don't intersect his bangs on both sides of the line, which helps create more depth and makes it easier to see the hair line

you can also vary line width to create depth! i highlighted in red where i drew with thicker lines, because these are the big important shapes that are the central focus. highlighted in purple elements that are further away from the viewer (the hair on the other side of their face, xiao's necklace) or finer details (venti's nails)

contrast makes things fun and easier to look at it...! i like using thicker lines around the main shape/contour of something and drawing the interior details with finer lines

fill + lines colored: this is less of a good example because it's all grayscale, but i think coloring your lineart also helps contribute to contrast and depth o: you can retain details but make it easier for the eye to parse

those are the main things i think about for lineart; hope that helps (at least somewhat)...!

[jayhongbeatsyou]

What makes them break - Part 2:

warnings: unresolved angst and heartbreak, implied death.

part one.

Ushijima: When you tell him if you're gone, you're gone for good. That you're not his pretty little toy to show off, how you're no longer going to come at his beck and call. He doesn't say anything as you leave, thinking you might, just might come back. You don't, and he regrets not stopping you every day of his life.

Osamu: When you don't come down for breakfast like you usually do. His onigiri always wakes you up, if he doesn't get to you first. Is his food not good anymore? Are you not hungry? No, no, it's none of that. You're just not there.

Hinata: The moment he realizes he has to tell his little sister you're gone. That there's no more you, the person she's idolized as long as you two were together. That if you don't love him, you probably don't love her either.

Hoshiumi: The millionth time his mind flashes to you after a spike. God, how he wishes he could see your smile, your awestruck eyes just one more time. But he can't, because you're not fucking here anymore. And so he breaks down on the court, on national television, crying and screaming for you to come back.

Daichi: It's the absolute look of fear in your eyes when he shoves your new partner off you in the club. It's the "I'm scared, Daichi," that leaves your mouth in a pathetic whimper. It's the realization you're fucking scared of him, that he's fucked up so bad you don't even trust him not to hurt you. That's what makes him break.

Hirugami: The moment he realizes you want nothing to do with him. He doesn't even realize his dogs are gravitating twords you- they probably miss you just as much as he does. He doesn't realize he's standing in front of you, until he runs right into you. "Hi," he says, a hopeful smile on his face. But your response is so much worse than be could ever imagine. "Please stop bothering me."

Sugawara: When one of his students asks if you're married yet. He still hasn't taken the photo of you off his desk; he can't bring himself to do it. The kids look so excited, and he can't bring himself to tell them you're not together anymore- so he doesn't- still wishing it wasn't true.

Tendou: When he realizes you've been looking at him like everyone else does all along. It hits him all at once, the pain absolutely suffocating. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Like what, Satori?" The malice is evident in your voice, and he realizes it's identical to the look in your eyes. "Like them."

Kenma: The moment you laugh in his face, telling him he was a waste of your time. He wouldn't usually let it bother him, he shouldn't, but it did. It did, because he knew in his heart of hearts- it was absolutely true.

Kyoutani: When he loses his shit yet again, and his friends don't know who to call. It's not like you'd come to help him- you hate him more than anything else in the world. So he just rages and rages, slowly destroying his friendships too.

please reblog if you enjoyed.

[jayhongbeatsyou]

What makes them break:

warnings: unresolved angst and heartbreak, implied death.

part two.

Tsukishima: The final slam of the door as you storm out of your shared apartment. It's when he realizes you're never, ever going to come back. That there won't be any more second, third, and forth chances, that you're gone, and gone for good.

Oikawa: The moment he realizes you've blocked his number. Fifty calls in, almost eighty text messages, each more desperate than the last. And then it happens. "Sorry, the number you are trying to reach is unavailable."

Kuroo: When he sees you left your wedding ring on the table. He didn't mean to say all those bad things, he didn't mean to tell you he didn't love you anymore, he didn't mean to say marrying you was a mistake, but he did. And now you're gone, leaving him with a broken heart and a silver ring.

Iwaizumi: The Snapchat story of you in another person's arms. He knows he shouldn't have left- California was a bad idea. He shouldn't have neglected you either, but he did. And now he was paying the price.

Bokuto: When he comes home to... nothing. No meal, no hug, no kiss, not even a hello. Had you always been so important in his life? Had he really taken your love for granted?

Akaashi: The moment he asks for your feedback on his article, only to realize you're not going to respond, because you're not there. You're not on the bed where you usually are, and you haven't been for months. Why can't he remember? Why can't he remember you're gone?

Atsumu: The moment he can't find you in your special seat in the stands. You're not in your seat, where are you? Why aren't you here? You're always here to support him. Oh, that's right. You don't love him anymore.

Sakusa: When he sees you take off the mask he gave you to talk to another person. Why are you so close? Don't you know how dangerous that is? He finds himself walking twords you until he realizes he shouldn't care about you anymore. He's the one who broke it off, so why does it matter? Why is he so fucking worried?

Suna: The moment he realizes it's 5am and you still haven't come home. He's been waiting for you, not even realizing how late it is. He calls you in a panic, only to remember the two of you aren't together anymore when you address him as Suna on the phone. Whatever happened to being your precious Rintarou?

Kita: Your final farewell to his grandmother. "Goodbye, obaasan," you say, a sad smile on you face. "It was a pleasure to know you."

Aone: The moment he sees you've settled down with someone else. You've never looked more beautiful with a child in your arms, and another one walking behind you. He should be happy, because you're happy, but all he can think about is why not him.

please reblog if you enjoyed.

[jayhongbeatsyou]

i don’t know who needs to hear this, but here it goes: you don’t have to repeatedly and harshly punish yourself for every little thing you think you do wrong. you don’t have to diminish or eliminate your worth and dignity in order to become a better person and acknowledge your mistakes. please forgive yourself, please keep going and please, be flawed! perfection is unattainable.

[jayhongbeatsyou]

my boredom and desire to not do what i’m supposed to be doing know no bounds, so here are some Haikyuu!! team banner headers 

Like/Reblog if you use :)

[jayhongbeatsyou]

quiet hymns. (kuroo tetsurou)

➵ kuroo can’t fix your problems, but he can be there for you. 

wc: 1.3k

warnings: direct depiction of depression! it could potentially be triggering for people who’ve experienced it. also, there’s christian imagery; not direct reference to faith, but the symbolism’s there. 

a/n: unbeta’d. this was just a little cathartic piece, and it’s quite heavy, so please please don’t read this if it’ll trigger you. but, i hope it can offer some people a sense of understanding (especially my fellow ex-”gIfTeD” kids)

You can’t sleep. 

Keep reading

[jayhongbeatsyou]

𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Description: college is exhausting. Kuroo is burning out. you’re there to help. 

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Warnings: completely sfw, just fluffy hurt/comfort. content could be triggering as it does delve into college burnout, stress, anxiety, etc, so fair warning. 

Notes: 1.4k words. this is for any of you who also get anxious around angry/stressed people.

Kuroo was having an off day. 

He rests his head against the back of the armchair, forcing the air to move within his lungs - in - before letting it escape in a heavy exhale - out. He allows his eyes to fall open - only to wince and regret it immediately. The harsh, white glare of the overhead tubelight glowers down him, sending another sharp throb through his right temple. 

Or, better put, an off week. 

Nope. Closing his eyes isn’t helping either. Now, he’s flashing through a flurry, a dizzying fever dream of intrusive mental images - of blaring computer screens, of the incessant ringing of his phone alarm, of papers, papers, papers.

Fuck, it was practically an off month. 

His mind is a tundra, caught in the midst of a raging blizzard. Swirling frosty tendrils circle around him in a chokehold, trapping him in place, forcing him to relive the painful memories of the gone day. 

He’s flooded with recollections of the icy, harsh reprimands of an uncaring professor, of his own cold, unforgiving disappointment at the sight of the glaring red comment marring his term paper.

‘Not up to the mark.’ The words are practically sneered at him. 

Keep reading

[jayhongbeatsyou]

Kitten (Kuroo x Reader)

A/n: Prompt 5: “Don’t you love me?”

Fluffy smut Kuroo x Reader. Smut with feelings. Enjoy~

Warnings: nsfw, explicit content. Characters are aged up.

Word count: 2900

Recovery Masterlist

“Don’t you love me?”

That question, always accompanied by a smirk, had become a trademark of sorts for Kuroo whenever he talked to you. It was his favorite wild card: sometimes it was his key to your heart when he wanted something from you (Will you share that ice cream with me? No? Don’t you love me?), other times it was his response to your praises (I know you really wanted that book. Yes, I bought it for you, don’t you love me?).

And always you replied: Nah. Nothing more dangerous than feeding Kuroo’s ego, no matter how much you loved him.

It never made his smirk vanish, however. He would stare at you through heavy lids and dark eyelashes, his hazel irises unable to hide how madly in love he was with you, even if his lips said otherwise.

Keep reading

[jayhongbeatsyou]

NSFW Headcanons (Kuroo, Osamu, Goshiki)

Description: general NSFW headcanons with Kuroo, Osamu and Goshiki

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader, Miya Osamu x Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader

Warning: explicit nsfw (duh), mentions corruption kink and degradation

he’d likely be into having friends with benefits arrangements - Kuroo enjoys the casual nature of the sex, and is very much capable of keeping his emotions in check so he doesn’t develop romantic feelings

though, he’d prefer it being with someone he’s actually good friends with rather than a mere acquaintance or a random hookup, simply because that’d make him feel more comfortable

this dude would probably text them to come over, do the Do™️, and then end up getting some takeout afterwards while they just chill and watch a movie or something lmao

Kuroo will frustrate you to no end - trailing his fingers just near the waistband of your panties, or planting kisses along your inner thighs while deliberately avoiding your core

he’s a tease - it’s just in his nature. he’ll keep up the dirty talk and deny you to the point where it’s maddening 

if you want to cum, you’ll have to either a) beg hard enough until he’s satisfied, or b) press down on his fingers, or pull his head to your core and grind your hips into his face. he loves when you toss out all inhibitions and shamelessly decide to take matters into your own hands

when he wants to really mess with you, he’ll start grinding into you while you’re in his lap during a makeout session. he’ll make you ride his thigh and simply chuckle, doing a fat load of nothing when you whine about how it’s not enough stimulation to get you to cum

definitely uses sex as a form of stress relief. not only is he the Nekoma volleyball team captain, he’s also in college prep classes - a whole lotta stress equates to a whole lotta sex

for instance, say you’re studying together for an exam and he’s getting restless after having sat at a desk for hours. he’ll lead you to the bed, fuck you senseless to the point where you’re teary-eyed, kiss your forehead after you’re both satisfied, and then get right tf back to his textbook lmao

since you both have such tight schedules, there will be a lot of quickies. storage closet quickie, study session quickie, late night before a game quickie.

still, he’ll feel bad because he knows it’s not as satisfying or intimate, so when he has more time to spare, he’ll focus completely on spoiling you

Kuroo is a very giving partner in general - he gets off on making you squirm and cry out for him. he’ll seize every opportunity given to go down on you. he doesn’t care if he dislocates his jaw while making you feel good, he’ll ignore the ache and keep going until you’re satisfied

he’s an observant one, and will read your body language to learn what you like or dislike. he wants nothing more than to be the partner you need him to be, so he’ll change his approach according to what you respond well to

he notices you squirming more when he’s manhandling and degrading you? he’ll call you a dirty slut and tighten his grip on your hips

he feels your nails dig just a little deeper into his back when he’s being nicer and gentler? he’ll whisper sweet praises about how you’re such a good girl for him

ok im gonna stop now ffsfsfsfs can you tell how hard i simp for him

Keep reading

[jayhongbeatsyou]

Up Close and Personal (Atsumu x Reader)

Description: Atsumu fucking you with his teammates sleeping in the next room

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Reader

Warning: smut, risk of getting caught

Notes: 1k words. again, not requested

Damn Atsumu Miya, and damn his silver tongue. 

Being the manager of the Inarizaki volleyball team meant that you could expect having to give up holidays to accompany the team to their training camps, where you’d help with the set up, as well as track their performance during practice matches. However, what you did not expect was for your asshole of a boyfriend to tease you at every opportunity he could. 

Watching his eyes burn with determination while setting, or the ferocity with which his palm hit the ball during his spike serves - it made you weak, yes, but you had gotten used to it (for the most part). Now, having him send you secret little winks, or coming up to you during water breaks and whispering just how good you looked in your shorts; that, you couldn’t quite deal with without going dizzy. 

He knew. With how he was smirking at you rubbing your thighs together while purposely turning your reddened face away from his gaze, he definitely knew. 

And so, he didn’t have to try too hard to convince you to meet him in the storage closet after everyone else had fallen asleep. He’s on you the second you step through the door, swiftly locking it before pinning you against the wall. For a brief moment, you find yourself forgetting about the actual risk of the situation, too far lost in the dizzying sensation of his lips melding against yours. When the thought hits you again, however, you quickly push him away.

“Atsumu, what the fuck are you thinking calling me here when the team is asleep in the room right down this hallway?!”

“C’mon, doll, if you were really opposed to the idea, ya wouldn’t have agreed to meet me in the first place, hmm? I saw ya squirmin’ around while watching me during practice, babe, don’t play coy,” he taunts back.

Keep reading

[jayhongbeatsyou]

Fuck Cute (Atsumu x Reader)

Description: ‘Enemies to Lovers’ with Atsumu

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Reader

Warning: smut, light degradation, underage drinking

Notes: 3.4k words. Please note that the characters have been aged up to their third year so both the reader and Atsumu are 18 here.

The crowd ahead of you clears to the sides, making way to allow you to resume your confident strides towards your first class of the day. As you continue down the hallway, you exchange greetings with the students you pass, donning a pleasant smile on your face. You were (L/n) (F/n) - straight A student, council member, basketball team point guard, and overall, one of the most well-liked and respected students of Inarizaki High. 

You hadn’t always been this person. Back in elementary and middle school, you had been branded the crybaby. Your peers weren’t necessarily being cruel - your kind-hearted, soft nature had indeed earned you the adoration of many of them. Still, your fragility and thin skin meant that most of your friends took it as their personal responsibility to shield you from the cruelties of the external world.

So as much as you appreciated the sentiment, you realized that you could do better than being the embodiment of a walking doormat. Which brings you to the present - your third year at Inarizaki High. 

Stepping into the noisy classroom, you walk past your chattering classmates to your desk, where you’re eagerly greeted by your friends, Yuki and Osamu. On your very first day of highschool, you had witnessed Yuki verbally annihilating a cocky second-year boy who had been harassing a quiet girl for her number - you knew immediately that you wanted her as your friend, and so, the rest was history. 

On the other hand, you and Osamu had always been close, with your friendship dating back eleven years to when your family moved to the house right next to the Miya residence. You two would spend hours playing in the yard, with Osamu teaching you some volleyball basics that he had learnt from playing in the school’s sports club.

You definitely had him to thank for encouraging you to get into a sport in highschool, which eventually earned you a place as a regular on the Inarizaki girls’ basketball team. Even as you got older, he refrained from babying you, instead helping you grow out of your shell. In conclusion, Osamu was an angel. And then, there was his brother…

“Mornin’, princess.” 

Speak of the fucking devil.

Keep reading

[jayhongbeatsyou]

Melancholia (Kuroo x Reader)

Description: College Roommate AU, Bad Girl!Reader

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Warning: full blown smut, smoking, drinking, heavy implications of mental illness, parental issues

Length: 6.4k words

Notes: The reader is very troubled here, and uses (unhealthy amounts of) drinking and smoking as coping mechanisms. The thoughts expressed by her are quite negative a lot of the time - such material may be triggering. Therefore, please continue reading at your own risk. 

Exhaling a puff of smoke, you gaze listlessly at the dull concrete, stretching on endlessly over the expanse of Tokyo. Dense, gloomy clouds loom over the city, sending heavy showers that splatter down on the grimy roads, pooling into murky puddles. It was as if the entire world had been covered by a blanket of dreary grey. 

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? The monsoons always calm me down - almost as if the rains wash away all our worries and let the world start afresh.” 

Glancing behind you, you see your roommate stepping into the tiny balcony, closing the door behind him before turning to you with a teasing smile.

“Mind if I join you? Or are you doing that thing where you pretend you’re a character out of Dostoevsky, all broody and introspective on a rainy day?” 

Putting out the cigarette, you chuckle lightly, teasing back, “And what do you know about Dostoevsky - nice pronunciation, by the way - Mr Chemistry Major?”  He laughs good-naturedly at that, simply saying, “Not much, only what you’ve told me during one of your impassioned literary rants.”

And there it was again. He wasn’t even consciously trying, and yet, a simple sentence about how observant he was during your conversations - even your meaningless drunken ones - was enough to make you feel all warm inside. God, that made you sound like a pathetic teenager with a little schoolgirl crush. Well, the sentiment wasn’t too far off. 

When the student accommodations center first informed you that someone had contacted them in response to your ad, you were surprised to hear that it was Kuroo Tetsurou. With your reputation, you had had tough luck finding a roommate, so finding out that someone so… different from you was interested in sharing an apartment with you was unexpected. 

Since you had first joined the university, your grunge aesthetic, tattoos and quiet manner made many write you off as an outcast. Seeing you leaning outside the campus wall, donning your leather jacket and thigh highs, with a cigarette in your hand told them that you were a no-good delinquent. And of course, it seemed that everyone believed that your sex life was their business, from gossiping about who they’d seen you leave a party with, to even spreading fake rumors about your supposed STDs. 

High school and its cliques may have been a thing of the past, but it quickly became apparent that college was still going to be far from easy for you. 

Keep reading

[jayhongbeatsyou]

Sweet Dreams (Kuroo x Reader)

Description: fluffy late night shenanigans with the scheming captain

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Warning: smut

Length: 0.7k words

You find yourself slowly shaken out of your deep slumber as you wake up to Kuroo shuddering on his side of the bed. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you turn to get a better look at him before realizing that he was groaning in his sleep. 

Was he having a nightmare?

A series of arduous practices these past few weeks, paired with the substantial workload that came with college prep classes, left your boyfriend incredibly stressed, which unfortunately, also meant frequent nightmares. Grimacing at the thought of how much he was currently carrying on his shoulders, you moved closer to him, wrapping an arm over his waist and lightly running your fingers through his thick locks in an effort to soothe him. Suddenly, you feel him tightly grip on to your arm, moving impossibly closer to you and rutting his hips against your thigh while letting out what sounded like whines.

Oh. That’s what this was. 

Before you could delve into the internal dilemma of whether you should wake him up and help him, or simply allow him to finally get some proper rest, he groggily opened his eyes before turning to you. Chuckling lightly, you kissed his cheek before teasing him.

“Good dream?”

“Very. Want me to tell you about it?” he shot back, donning his signature cheshire grin. 

In spite of his cheeky front, you knew that this was him asking for your permission to take things further. You felt yourself flush at the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend - even when horny, he was considerate enough to realize that you may not be up for anything this late. But goddammit, he had had a tough few weeks, and he deserved a little stress relief. What was a little lost sleep if it meant making Kuroo feel a bit better?

“Relax, baby, let me take care of you this time,” you whisper as you move on top of him, leaving a trail of hot kisses along his sharp jaw before reaching his lips. The contrast of his hand, gently caressing your cheek, with the burning passion of his kisses was dizzying. Paired with the harsh grinding of his hips below yours, you couldn’t help releasing a series of desperate whines into the kiss. 

Pulling away before you could get too lost in Kuroo’s ministrations, you made quick work of yanking his boxers down and slipping your panties off. Moving off of him, you swipe your fingers over your slickness, rubbing quick circles to prep yourself for him. He grasped blindly for the bedside drawer in search of a condom, his dark eyes remaining locked on your working fingers even as he was slipping it over his length. Satisfied, you finally move back to straddling him, placing your hands on his shoulders for support before sliding down on him. 

You loved it when it was fast and rough, with frantic hands rushing desperately to rip each other’s clothes off. The heat of your more passionate trysts (that usually ended up happening in places more risky than your bedroom), with his brutal thrusts and hard kisses, made you giddy. But this? Basking in the shimmering moonlight trickling in through the thin curtains as you watch his features contort with pleasure at your movements on top of him, reveling in the feeling of his calloused hands moving up your shirt - well, his shirt - to palm your breasts? 

You loved this too. 

Hearing him groan upon reaching orgasm, you threw your head back, practically grinding into him now while indulging in the delicious feeling of having him hit that one spot inside you. Knowing that he was watching you made you toss out all inhibitions as you let out a sinful whimper upon hitting your release. Gasping for air, you lay back down next to him, smiling as he pulls you into a sweet kiss. 

“I love you, Tetsu.”

“Hah, with how hot I am, of course you do. Look at how turned on you were just from hearing me moan in my sleep.”

“Honestly, you sounded like a dying seal. Now go to sleep, horndog.” 

You smile at his dramatic pretense of mock hurt at your teasing, closing your eyes as you feel the exhaustion slowly returning. Pulling you closer into his arms, he whispers quiet affirmations of his adoration for you, slowly lulling you back to sleep.   

[jayhongbeatsyou]

Close to You (Kuroo x Reader)

Description: After sex talks

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Warning: nsfw, cockwarming

Length: 0.4k words, short drabble

Releasing a final cry, you throw your head back, reveling in the shockwaves of your orgasm as they course through your body. Exhaling heavily, your eyes fall open, gradually adjusting to the warm glow of your bedside lamp. And then, you feel him again - his touch less intense this time - as he traces delicate kisses along the expanse of your thighs, which are still perched on his strong shoulders. 

Running lithe fingers through his thick, ebony locks, you beckon him up to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him into a loving kiss, pouring into it your every adoration for the man on top of you. Moving away, you lay back properly, watching as he turns to face you on his side. That’s when you notice. 

“Tetsu, you’re hard again.” 

You’re about to reach for him, ready to help him out as he did for you, until he stops your hand.

“Nah, I’ve got a better idea. Turn on your other side, sweetheart.” 

Curious, you obey, turning so your back is now facing him. Molding his body against yours, he places one hand on your waist, while the other goes to guide his length inside you. He wraps an arm around your form, pulling you back into his chest as he kisses the back of your neck.

Then, he remains still. Even though your nerves are still sensitive from your orgasm, you find that this time, it feels different from your usual passionate trysts. More intimate, somehow.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry about earlier.”

“I’m sorry too, Tetsu. I don’t like it when we fight.” 

Burying his face in your neck, he says softly, “Look, I know that we still have a lot to talk about. This - what we just did - I know it doesn’t just magically solve things, but I hope you realize how important you are to me, and how serious I am about working things through.”

“I know, Tetsu. We’ll talk about it again tomorrow. For now, let’s just stay like this and go to sleep, okay?”

With that, the mood - so charged and heated only minutes ago - melts into something much sweeter as you lay there together, connected in the most intimate way possible. And even with the knowledge that there were still a myriad of problems to deal with, the warmth of Kuroo’s body against yours is the reassurance you need to realize that you two would be okay.

[jayhongbeatsyou]

Five More Minutes (Bokuto x Reader)

Description: You help Bokuto with his morning workout.

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Warning: full blown smut

Notes: 1.1k words. this wasn’t a request, my horny ass just couldn’t get this scenario out of my head

A soft glow of warm orange bathes the room as you stir, eyes squinting at the light seeping in through the narrow gap in between the curtains. Shivering slightly, you reach towards the other side of the bed. Empty. Furrowing your brows, you turn to the bedside table, glancing at the clock. 

‘06:34am’

At that very moment, he walks in, already clad in his gym clothes. Soundlessly, he peers in your direction, and upon realizing that you’re awake, he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Gently caressing your hair, Bokuto smiles as he informs you, “Hey, babe, just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna leave for the gym now. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon, yeah?”

Groaning, you lock his arm in place, indirectly telling him to continue playing with your hair. “It’s so cold - not to mention, early. Can’t we just stay in bed?” you sulk, pouting childishly. He chuckles at that, but continues to indulge you, dropping a kiss on your forehead before reassuring you, “C’mon, you know I need to go workout. I promise, it won’t take longer than an hour.”

“Kou, five more minutes? Please?”

He sighs dramatically at that, but his vibrant smile is enough to tell you that he’s not actually annoyed. Scooting in, he shifts to rest his back against the headboard, pulling you to lay your head in his lap. Closing your eyes, you smile to yourself, reveling in the feeling of his arms cradling you against him.

Bokuto radiates warmth in every sense of the word - his sunny disposition and eager-to-please attitude fill you with a sense of bliss as you thank whatever gods are listening to you for blessing you with someone so full of unadulterated happiness. That, and he was a literal human radiator too. 

Feeling him shift again, you open your eyes, pleading for him to stay, “Just for today, please, Kou?” 

And just this once, he relents. 

“You’re awfully needy today, aren’t you? But alright, I guess I’ll just have to pull some extra weight tomorrow,” he says before pulling you closer into his lap. You feel a tinge of guilt at making him stay - over the years, you’ve begrudgingly accepted that his job as a professional athlete requires him to maintain a strict exercise routine. For some reason, however, you feel particularly clingy today.

Sighing, you start, “Kou, I’m sorry for taking you away from your routine.” Taking you seriously, his eyes soften as he’s about to reassure you that it won’t matter too much. That is, until you’re shifting to sit in his lap before leaning in, wrapping your arms around his neck and ghosting your lips against his.

“But, maybe,” you murmur, “I can help you with a different kind of workout?”

Keep reading