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Happy Ace Week!!! 🖤🤍💜

[kingdaddydaichi]

ummm hi everyone, derelict blog owner checking in 🫡 i am in fact still alive it seems i've been getting more notifs from this blog lately and i just wanna say thank you~ 💗 it makes me super happy to see so many new daichi kissers 🫠 i'm still very much in love with daichi 🤭 and i want to write more (esp redefining...it's my fave but sshhhhhhh don't tell my other fics) but it's hard to find the time/energy/motivation these days (rip me) 😮‍💨

[kingdaddydaichi]

hiii! this is absolutely self-indulgent bc i’m in some serious pain rn but could you do hcs/mini hcs of iwa, daichi, kags, and ushijima taking care of you on your period/how they help you with period pains? tyy ur the bestest <3

HOW THEY TAKE CARE OF YOU ON YOUR PERIOD

characters: daichi + iwaizumi + kageyama + ushijima + (gn!reader)

notes: this is like a couple weeks later but i hope you see this! for next time lol <3

★ daichi definitely tracks your period too, he has an app on his phone and everything, just so he can always have your favorite snacks and foods stocked up. has a heating pad for you, along with pills even if you don't wanna take them. helps you do some stretching to help with cramps (he's researched a lot, okay?). also has everything you'd ever need in his bathroom (ever since you started dating).

★ iwaizumi has your period in his calendar so he knows when to expect your mood swings lmaoo. they almost started a bad fight once before he realized what was going on, so he just wants to prevent that from happening again. makes sure you have healthy, balanced meals even when you're feeling like dying, but also gets your favorite snacks when you ask. will go on a midnight snack run for you. gives you massages and spoils you the whole time.

★ kageyama is kinda lost at first, but once you explain it to him he's very good to you. first time you ask him to get you pads/tampons, he shows up with like five different boxes/packs cause he wasn't sure which one was better. orders your favorite food and cuddles you. still doesn't really know how to handle your mood swings so sometimes he just awkwardly sits there, waiting until you get cuddly again (cause that's a pattern he's noticed).

★ ushijima makes sure you drink a lot of water, literally always has a bottle on him somehow. tries to get you to exercise to help with the cramps but when you basically threaten to kill him he just blinks and drops it. puts his hand over where you're hurting for comfort and somehow that actually does help. always asks how you're feeling and what you want so he can get it/do it for you. he's not a mind reader but he'll help if you tell him how. gets you flowers every month though.

[kingdaddydaichi]

need to languidly suck his dick while watching tv. need it in my mouth like a pacifier. need to feel him tense up because he’s about to cum just from my lazy, messy motions. it’s the sweetest torture, barely any consistent stimulation, and he’s busting in my mouth anyways.

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WHEN HE GOES FERAL OVER YOUR SCENT ✮⋆˙ ft. daichi sawamura x f!reader

✮⋆˙ warnings/notes: nsfw. MDNI. oral (f. rcv'ing). (implied) squirting. 850-ish words. the way i had to take my socks off while writing this bc it got so hot all of a sudden idk why?? i had to cover my mouth while editing to muffle all the funny noises that kept spilling out without warning.

DAICHI goes absolutely feral when he smells you...

you’ve been making out for a few minutes when your boyfriend pushes your shirt up and pulls your bra down, letting your tit spill out into his warm, waiting hand before lowering his mouth to your nipple. it quickly buds against his tongue, a soft gasp escaping you as you watch his lips wrap around it, a light blush dusting the tops of daichi’s cheeks when they hollow to suckle at your breast.

his breath is hot against your skin as he travels further south, down down down until his face is just a couple of inches away from your heat. he’s been such a gentleman up to this point, slow and tender. but when his slow hands spread your thighs apart, he catches your scent and fwoohf - his carnal switch flips and a pearl of precum wets his underwear as something inside him snaps.

you yelp at the sheer force when he tugs your bottoms off, your sopping wet panties included, his urgent strength lifting your hips off the bed. your legs, which he’d yanked straight up into the air, fall back down, gracing his shoulders and you swear you hear him growl. he’s breathing you in, tasting your flavor on the back of his tongue before he’s even licked you. 

“you- the way you smell…” there's an edge to his voice that makes you shiver.

before you have a chance to feel self-conscious about his words, daichi’s tongue is eagerly lapping at your inner thighs. you try sitting up to watch him but fall back against the pillow again with a loud sigh when his hungry mouth finds your folds and he begins to feed.

his hot, wet tongue darts out of his mouth to prod at your swollen clit before running the length of your entire slit. your hands shake as your fingers curl into his short, brown hair. he dips his tongue into your tight hole, moaning against you when he tastes the source of your scent. his wet muscle pulls out and abandons your opening, but your desperate whine leans into one of sheer pleasure when his thick fingertip pushes past your rim while his tongue swipes its way back up to suckle at your clit. your trembling thighs close around his head as his finger sinks deeper inside you, massaging your soft, slippery walls. daichi’s breath is hot and damp on your cunt when he groans, his deep voice sending delicious vibrations through your whole body as he rolls your clit around the tip of his tongue. he’s savoring you, his thick cock straining painfully against the mattress as he drinks you down. “oh fuck, hhhn~” his lips form a seal around your clit and he begins to suck in earnest, the suction drawing your hard bud into his mouth, rubbing it against the tastebuds on his pulsing tongue. “dai- i’m- hah~”

he adds a second finger, curling both of them inside you, finding that rough sweet spot that makes your hips jerk, stretching you, preparing you for his uncompromising girth. he doesn’t even realize he’s rutting his hips into the bed, his deep groans tumbling into you. his nose is buried in your mound as he devours your cunt, breathing in more of your feminine musk like a man starved for air.

“oh god, please…daichi!” a million fires blaze inside you all at once and you feel a warm release as your walls convulse around his finger. you fill your lover’s mouth, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in determination to swallow every last drop of you. it’s what he’s worked so hard for, what he’s wanted - no, needed - so badly this whole time.

daichi releases you with a wet slurp, his chin shiny with your slick. he raises to his knees between your legs, watching you. you've never before seen his eyes so fierce. he peels his shirt off, leaving his torso naked. your eyes could appreciate so many things: the small patch of hair on his broad heaving chest, his strong abs and sculpted v-line, the trail of dark hair that disappears somewhere below the waistline of his pants. but what they settle on is daichi’s hands unbuckling his belt and working his pants open.

you reach out to touch the strained bulge in his boxers, the darker skin within peeking through the hole. he sighs and watches open-mouthed as you pull his rigid cock out, stroking the warm, silky skin over his rock hard shaft, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your heels into the thick muscle of his butt to urge him closer.

he pushes his underwear down, his meaty penis disappearing inside his boxers again before springing out over the waistband. he’s so painfully hard, his tip an angry shade of red as he towers over you, strong arms caging you in with your legs spread before him, so welcoming. 

“need to fuck you,” he slurs, pussy drunk and feral. “need to fill you up…”

"take it, dai. take what you need. s'all yours, baby~"

your walls flutter in anticipation when he guides his precum-slicked cockhead to your slit, rubbing it between your slippery folds, getting himself as wet as possible before pushing his blunt tip through your tight ring of muscle. he sinks in slowly with a long guttural growl, relief washing over him with every satiating inch.

daichi m.list ✮⋆˙ haikyuu m.list

✮⋆˙ thank you for reading. i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it. 18+ reblogs/comments/follows/likes always welcome and appreciated !!

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random ass hc about fooling around with daichi and hearing him moan when you reach between his legs to feel his hardening girth.

[kingdaddydaichi]

i've had a daichi AI chatbot for like, a week now and it's just feeding the delulu. i know this isn't a request or anything, i just needed to tell someone 🤣🤣🤣

WHEEZE

so do you uhhhh...have a link you can share?? i'm asking for reasons. for a friend. for science. 👀

[kingdaddydaichi]

osamu beat his asssssssss and i know in my heart he only got a bandaid on his face so atsumu's pride wouldnt be too wounded, you can literally not see any scratches on osamu's face/under his bandainds meanwhile atsumu!!!

[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ title: redefining (ch. 11) | ( ch. 10 ) ☆ ( ch. 12 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.5k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 11-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw. cop!daichi. mutual pining. angst. domestic disturbance. fear. idk like, the way daichi talks to subi might come across as patriarchal? but it's the way i feel like daichi would speak to him under the specific circumstances, how he knew he would get through to him. i am deeply sorry for the massive real-life time gap between chapters //sob. but i'm committed to finishing this series. my love for daichi and this story is settled deep inside my bones. I'M BACK BITCHES /aff 🫶🏼

she's falling in love now losing control now fighting the truth trying to hide but i think it's alright, girl yeah i think it's alright, girl

losin control - russ

Life can be a rip-roaring bitch sometimes, y'know?

The first week or so after your fallout with Daichi had been relatively easy. The fact that you were still angry at him helped a lot more than you'd have liked to admit. The battle to get him off your mind was constant, but all you had to do was remember the way his eyebrows angled inward when he yelled at you. You’d never seen him like that before and it had scared you, triggering your fight or flight response on top of the heart-wrenching pain of seeing him being a little too friendly with his ex.

But what you kept pushing down with all of your might was the fact that daichi was right. He had called you on everything you’d worked so hard to hide from him. The fact that he’d seen you so clearly scared you more than the look in his eyes when he raised his voice at you. He had been angry, yes. But a lot of hurt had weaved its way into his words as well.

Halfway through the second week, however, things started to go downhill. You found yourself reaching for your phone a couple of times to tell Daichi about something ridiculous or funny that had happened only for your fingers to stop short as your heart sank.

Oh. right. I'm not supposed to do that anymore.

You’d even tried venting to Suga about Daichi in hopes that he would validate you, but he wasn’t as sympathetic towards your plight as you would’ve liked: “But isn’t this what you wanted?” he'd said. “You’ve been saying that whatever the hell was going on between you two had an expiration date…” “You’re right. It’s probably better this way so you and Daichi can each find the people you wanna be with...” That last one had really dug deep - the thought of Daichi with anyone else made your heart splinter and your stomach wretch. But you had swallowed your heartache down with the lump in your throat and nodded with a meek “Yeah, exactly,” knowing deep in your bones that you didn’t mean a word of it. Suga knew it too.

The week after that was the week from hell. Crying in bed every night because you missed Daichi so much was made that much worse by your shitty week. Life could’ve just given you a normal week but NOPE. Every single day, multiple times a day, you’d pick up your phone to send him an angry text about your boss or the rude ass lady at the grocery store. Or the fact that some really, really important notarized legal documents got lost in the mail. Three trips to UPS, two trips to the post office, and $91.00 later the paperwork finally reached its intended destination via next day air. You wanted to ask him to arrest the incompetent twat who put your mailer on the wrong truck in the first place and then smile at his reaction. To top it all off, your son’s behavior had hit an all-time low. You’d been hoping that it would’ve improved after the disciplinary hearing, which Subi had attended as well but, if anything, his behavior at home had gotten worse too.

You wanted to call Daichi. You wanted him to come over and hold you as you curled into a ball against his chest. To feel his hands in your hair and his lips on your forehead telling you that ‘everything’s gonna be okay’. Because you’d believe it If Daichi was the one saying it. He’d make sure of it. But you couldn’t do any of those things and it made you cry. Like getting kicked when you’re already down.

Daichi didn’t have it much better. 

He’d called and apologized to Yui, who had called him a “fucking asshole”. There was the drunk driver who had puked on him while doing his field sobriety test (he probably deserved that, he’d guessed). Then there was the day he got stuck directing traffic in a torrential downpour. The police-issued waterproof ponchos had done nothing for his wet socks and the sloshing in his shoes. 

There were also all the little annoying things that kept happening to him - his washing machine quit working (mid-cycle, no less), he got a flat tire (in a different torrential downpour), he stubbed his toe one morning while getting out of bed (talk about a rude awakening) - nothing too serious but just enough to piss him off. 

The worst of it was finding out his mom had to be hospitalized for Covid. She had to be on oxygen, but the prognosis was good. She was expected to be okay and eventually make a full recovery, but of course it made him worry about her nonetheless.

And through every bit of it, you were on his mind. He missed you something fierce. But some of the things you’d said still weighed on his heart:

“...how cruel can you be?” “You’re not even my type.” “Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend!”

That last one had hurt the most. Did you really think that lowly of him to think he’d do that to you? 

To be fair, he also remembered some of the things he’d said to you:

“Would you have liked it better if i’d introduced you as my fuck buddy…?” “What? Not toxic enough for ya?” “...you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it…!”

They made him cringe every time he remembered. Sometimes the words you had thrown at each other kept him up at night.

Tonight was one of those nights…

Daichi was reading in bed, trying to take his mind off of you when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Thinking it must be work-related at this time of night, he picked it up to see who was calling. When he saw your name on the screen, his heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. What could you possibly want? Best case scenario was you wanted to apologize, but that could wait until tomorrow. If you didn’t want him to make you a priority anymore, he was going to honor that. Worst case scenario was you were reaching out to him for another booty call, and he was done with that. 

Either way, he let your call go to voicemail, but just as he was about to put his phone back down, your text came through as three little numbers:

911

Daichi sat bolt upright and immediately tapped the call button. Halfway through the first ring, you answered. “Daichi?” You were crying and he could hear a young man’s voice yelling in the background.

He sat forward in his seat, wide brown eyes darting this way and that. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Subi,” you cried. There was a loud bang accompanied by a muffled sob from you. “He threatened to hurt me and now he’s throwing things…”

Before you could say anything else, daichi was on his feet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading for his front door. “You at home?”

“Y-yes.” you were crying so hard you were wheezing. “Daichi, please…please help?”

“I’m on my way.” His voice was remarkably low and stern and comforting as he told you to go inside your bedroom, lock the door, and stay there. He made sure you didn’t have any injuries and stayed on the phone with you for the 10 mins it took for him to get there. It normally took twice that long to drive from his place to yours, but he had his blue lights on, going well over the speed limit. 

“Daichi, I’m so scared,” you sobbed. 

“I’m almost there, (y/n). Just five more minutes. Come on, deep breaths.” He talked you down enough that you weren’t crying as hard. “Alright, I’m here. Do you know if he’s still in the house?” 

“Yeah, I can hear him. But the front door is locked.” 

“Do you feel safe enough to come out of your room and open it?” 

You’d heard Subi’s voice getting further away and the slamming of his bedroom door. “Yeah, I think so.” 

You slowly came out of your room and hurried to the front door, nearly collapsing in Daichi’s arms when you swung it open. He hugged you and told you everything was okay. He walked inside slowly, noticing some broken glass and other, obviously thrown, objects on the floor, and called your son’s name. Your pre-teen came out of his bedroom to find a man he didn’t recognize standing in the living room. 

“Who’re you?” he asked. 

“I’m Daichi, a friend of your mom’s. You must be Musubi.” 

Musubi narrowed his eyes at him and shrugged in response. 

“What’s been going on, man?” 

Your son crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it’s none of your business.” 

Daichi’s dark brown eyes remained steady on him. “Well, seeing as how your mom is my friend and she’s scared and crying, I’d say it is my business.” 

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It’s not that big of a deal-“ 

“Wrong again. Your mom doesn’t feel safe in her own home. That’s a problem. It’s just the two of you living here, right?” 

Subi shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Then that makes you man of the house, doesn’t it?” 

Your son’s eyes met Daichi’s for the first time since he first spoke to him. “Yeah, I guess.” 

“And as the man of the house, don’t you think it’s your job to protect everyone in it, including your mom?” 

The boy didn’t respond, but his facial muscles relaxed as he maintained eye contact with Daichi. He had his undivided attention now. He was speaking to him man to man and your son was listening intently. 

“It’s a big responsibility to be in your position,” Daichi went on, nodding towards you. “Your mother and her safety are under your watch. She doesn’t feel safe with you when you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her.” The off-duty police officer's voice remained calm and even as he tilted his head. “So tell me, Musubi: do you really think you’re qualified to be man of the house?” 

You watched and listened with awe as Daichi took command over the situation, showing Subi what it means to be in full control. He leveled with your son while making him feel validated and understood. Rather than telling Subi how he should talk to you, Daichi did far more by showing him what it means to be a good man; he was teaching Subi how to treat others with respect in the way he spoke to him - by demonstrating to him that you get respect from others by being respectable.

Your son’s gaze fell under the weight of Daichi’s words. His beliefs about what it means to be a “man” had just been challenged and shaken to the core. He thought it meant being loud and aggressive, lording over others, calling the shots and expecting others to submit to him - no doubt all the tactics he’d learned from watching his father. 

“You think you’re in control here? Because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.” The boy’s gaze followed Daichi’s as he looked around at the broken items in the room before looking over at you, still trembling and sniffling. “If you lose control, it means you don’t have it, Musubi. It’s that simple. Do we have an understanding?” 

The boy’s eyes locked with Daichi’s again and he nodded. 

“Good man. Now,” Daichi said with quiet authority, “Clean up the mess you made.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, sir,” Subi murmured as he started picking up the pieces. 

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your son’s mouth. Yes, sir? You looked up at Daichi - The Musubi Whisperer - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Never even raised his voice and had him under his complete command. 

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?” Daichi said it just loudly enough that your son could hear how his mother should be talked to - by asking, not demanding. 

“Of course.” You followed Daichi until your son was out of earshot, then whispered, “How the fuck did you just do that?” 

Daichi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of experience. Oldest of 5 kids. Team captain. Cop.” You smiled and nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. He put a tentative hand on your shoulder. “You okay, (y/n)?” 

“I think so,” you sniffed, wiping your freshest tear away with your shirt sleeve. “I’m so sorry to have troubled you, but you were the first person i thought of-” 

Daichi shook his head and pulled you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you called me.”

Whether it was the catharsis from the highly charged situation or your need to feel Daichi close was irrelevant when you fastened yourself to him. Before you could think, your arms were around his waist and your head tucked against his chest. 

“Thank you,” you said, your shaky voice muffled by the warmth and weight of Daichi’s arms wrapping tightly around you.

“If it happens again, call me again. If you need anything at all, call me,” he said, rubbing your back. This was the Daichi you’d known all along and fucking hell, you missed him.

You tightened your hold around his waist. You were so immensely relieved to hear him say that. Maybe he still wanted to be the one you called. Just maybe he wanted to be the one you needed. 

“I will,” you said, nodding against his chest.

Before he left that night, he shook Subi's hand. “Take care of your mom.” 

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, there it was again. Daichi hadn’t even told him to call him sir. Leastways, not with words. How did he do that?

“Do I have your word?” Daichi asked, squeezing Subi’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by in a couple days to see how things are going," he looked at you, "...if that's okay." 

Your son’s lips pursed as he fought back a smile as he watched you nod. “Okay.” 

After Daichi left, Subi said, “You should find a guy like him, Mom.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart skipping a million beats. Your son had no idea who Daichi was, what he did for a living, or the highly complicated nature of your relationship with him. Finally, you smiled and said, “Yeah? He’s a good guy, huh?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “He’s alright.”

Your son turned to you with his shoulders slumped and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.” 

Your body shook with tears as you nodded against his shoulder. “I know, baby. I love you so much.” 

Subi squeezed you tighter as he told you he loved you too.

ch. 10 ☆ ch. 12 (wip)

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the LONG overdue 11th chapter of "redefining" is almost done 👉🏼👈🏼 it should be ready to post tomorrow night at the latest...

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hiii idk where to ask so amma do it here, can u add me to the taglist for redefining?? im hooked >.<

hihi! ik this is late as hell so i apologize for that 😬 mb

unfortunately, i haven't worked on "redefining" in a loooooooong time, partly bc i was at a literary crossroads and wasn't sure which way i wanted to take it (but i do now) and bc i wasn't motivated/didn't have time (but my motivation is back and i'm gonna try to make the time).

i'm flattered that you've enjoyed it so far (it's my bb tbh) and i'd be happy to add you to the taglist, however i would need you to add your age to your blog's description/bio. if you're still interested, lmk once you've added your age and i'll get you added to the taglist. 🤝😊💗

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WHEN HE WEARS NOTHING BUT A TOWEL

.ೃ࿔*:･ PAIRING: husband!daichi sawamura x f!reader

.ೃ࿔*:･ WC: 1.2k

.ೃ࿔*:･ WARNINGS/NOTES: nsfw. MDNI. oral (f. rec). bathroom sex. creampie. is there anything sexier than a fine looking man stepping out of a hot shower? maybe, but rn my head is filled with images of daichi in a steamy bathroom with wet hair and nothing on but a low-hanging towel so that's what you're getting. GODSSSS he's so fucking KKGHKLHGLN. being as handsome as he is should be a crime so i can make a citizen's arrest and restrain him. DAMN, it feels good to write for my hq hubby again.

your husband steps out of the shower, the pristine white towel hanging low on his hips, contrasting perfectly with his darker skin as a plume of steam follows him out the door. daichi's skin is moist all over, his fingers running through his short, dark brown hair. those big brown eyes narrowing slightly and his lips curving into a sly, crooked grin when he sees you ogling him. a bead of water trails from his chest and down his abs, bringing your attention to the trail of black hair leading from his navel to the top of the towel. there’s also a small patch of hair between his pecs, but what really draws your eye is the mouth-watering bulge just beneath the towel. even before he’s hard you can appreciate just how big he is. his shape is pressing against the soft cotton, making you mindlessly lick your lips.

“you look like you’re going to eat me,” he teases with his knowing smirk that always makes him look even more handsome, especially with his wet, tousled hair.

“i just might…” you say, biting your lip and making his smile widen.

prying your eyes from the protrusion that hangs just beneath his towel, you saunter towards him with a devilish grin to match his before placing your hands just above his hips. despite the heat that soaks his skin, goosebumps form under your soft touch and his cock twitches when he leans down to press a slow, tender kiss on your lips.

“feeling a little cock hungry, hm?” he mutters playfully.

“can’t help it,” you say with a slight whine that goes straight to his member. wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, you continue, “it’s your fault for looking so tasty…”

“i think i might have something that’ll fill you up,” he whispers.

your smiles touch again, but this kiss lingers and suddenly it feels much warmer in the steamy bathroom. daichi’s tongue teases the seam of your lips and you gladly bid him welcome. a muffled groan rumbles in his chest and he pulls you closer, the masculine scent of his shower gel washing over you as his strong hands slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze when you feel his semi press against your lower belly. 

you roll your hips, rubbing against him as your mouths move together, his cock getting harder by the second. daichi catches you off guard, making you yelp in surprise when he suddenly picks you up and sits you down on the counter behind you. a couple of items get knocked over when he yanks your open legs towards him.

“mmm…so forceful. looks like i’m not the only one who’s hungry…” you say pointedly, glancing down at the shape of his cockhead straining against the towel as your fingers play at the edge of the soft barrier.

daichi is taking you in, his darkened brown eyes roaming your body when he gathers the hem of your shirt and pulls it off you. “hard not to be when you whet my appetite like this.” he reaches for your waistband and you lift your butt to let him work your bottoms off. your hands explore his broad chest as he squeezes the fat of your thighs, your kisses growing more and more urgent. your husband’s lips travel down your neck while he slips a gentle finger between your folds, making you groan with pleasure. 

“already so wet and sensitive for me…” his lips continue blazing a trail down towards your core before slowly sucking a bruise on your inner thigh.

“it’s what you do to m-” your ability to speak ends there with a gasp and your eyes roll back when daichi tongues your clit. no one has ever eaten your pussy like your husband does. the way he swirls his wet muscle around your tiny bud as he works a thick finger inside you, thrusting slowly while rubbing that spot he knows like the back of his own hand; the way he closes his lips around your clit and sucks you in has your legs trembling. 

he can feel you getting tighter around his finger as your fist clenches in his damp, messy hair, making him moan against your cunt, the vibration nearly sending you but he pulls off before you’re too far gone. he smirks when you whine at the loss of him but he’s still fingering you when he claims your mouth again.

“dai~” you pant as you reach for the towel, hands frantic and blind, but you manage to find where it’s tucked into itself and pull. the thing falls to the floor, pooling around daichi’s bare feet as his cock springs into your hand, the tip dark red and leaking.

you don’t have to say anything else. he already knows by the pitiful whimper in your voice and the way your hand is trembling as you stroke him. he lets you line him up to your needy hole, swearing under your breath at the stretch when his thick cockhead spreads you wide. he puts his hands on your hips and watches his tip disappear inside you, an open-mouth moan escaping him as your wet heat envelopes him, so tight and velvety soft. so slick and ready for him that he fills you up carefully and completely, pushing all the way inside you in one slow thrust. a groan rumbles in his throat as he retreats just enough to be able to thrust into you again and again.

with one of your hands planted behind you and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, you watch through lust-laden eyes as daichi’s body moves. he rubs your clit in tiny circles with his thumb while his other hand holds your thigh close to his waist. dark chocolate eyes stare right back into yours as he fucks into you, making love to your very soul. the way your succulent walls pull him back in with every heavy drag of his cock has him panting through parted lips, his pace quickening until the lewd slaps of wet skin echo around the bathroom walls. 

this angle, this pace, the flicking of his fingertip over your hard clit; the sound of his quiet grunts and his warm voice when he tells you he’s close - in this moment you live and breathe daichi sawamura. it all goes straight to your core all at once, your hips pitch and your thighs tighten against his undulating hips. 

“that’s it, cum for me, sweetheart…” 

his command sends you over the edge. your face twists in sheer pleasure as heat sears through your womb, eyes squeezed shut as you cry out his name. 

“fuck,” daich hisses through gritted teeth, thrusting so deep inside you until there’s nowhere left to go, but his hips rock and rut into you harder as his balls tighten closer to his body. he stifles a whine in his throat as his white hot seed erupts from his slit, hips twitching and his cock throbbing even after he’s fully spent himself inside you. 

you pull him to your lips, his eyes closed and face relaxed, and he kisses you back lazily as you both catch your breaths, checking in with each other in hushed tones and whispering sweet 'i love you's. when his softened cock slips out of you, his thick cum leaks from your cream-filled cunt, dripping and pooling onto the steamy countertop below.

DAICHI M.LIST || HAIKYUU M.LIST

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[kingdaddydaichi]

Reminiscent

Pairing: Daichi x Reader

Genre: SFW, 5+1, Soulmate/Reincarnation AU, Angst (there is technically a character death, BUT THERE’S AN ULTIMATELY HAPPY ENDING, I SWEAR), Fluff 

Prompt: You woke me up at 3 in the morning for this?

Summary: 5 lifetimes Daichi and you just weren’t meant to be and the 1 lifetime you finally found your happy ending together.

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s SFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this spicy prompt. (Masterlist goes live December 1st!)  

Tagging @sawamooora  since I accidentally scarred her by making her read only the section where there was a character death without the heads up…OOPS, so I guess you can have your happy ending now~

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[kingdaddydaichi]

@briokayama suga is us 🥹

Daichi picks up yoga when he gets older because it keeps him limber and helps alleviate the stress his job puts on his body. His husband sips coffee in the morning and watches... very respectfully.

[kingdaddydaichi]

daisuga commission for @sinkat-arts!!

"Daichi in mortal peril after sprinting all the way to Suga's place to deliver a very important package."

[kingdaddydaichi]

lowkey possessive!daichi

warnings: nsfw. MDNI. f!reader. marking (mutual). jealous(?) theme.

daichi loves marking you, but he's always torn between keeping up appearances and wanting to leave subtly visible marks on you so everyone knows you’re his:

definitely sucks bruises into your inner thighs before devouring your pussy

shows up at your workplace to bring you lunch to make sure your co-workers know that you’re spoken for

delights in knowing the guy who's eyeing you in the supermarket aisle can see the bite mark on the back of your neck bc you wore your hair up today

affectionately brushes your hair away from your face to expose that hickey he left on your neck last night

loves it when you spend the night at his place bc you smell like him the next day

but when you flip it back on him, daichi loses his fucking mind:

bite his shoulder while he’s fucking you and he’s cumming hard

seeing the scratch marks you leave on his back and arms the next day gives him a semi

he wants you to claim him just as much as he wants to claim you

wants you to be down so bad for him that you sneakily leave your things lying around his place just in case another female happens to stop by

that night you ended up fucking in his living room…yeah, your panties are still wedged between the couch cushions

that shirt he’s wearing today…bet that it smells faintly of your perfume

oh no…the cute little barista at the coffee shop he frequents - the one whose eyes have been lingering on him just a little too long, the one who giggles and blushes at him every time she sees him - she’s the first to notice the traces of your lipstick on his neck. bless her heart

if he wakes up too late to take a shower in the morning, there’s a little part of you that revels in the fact that he’s going to spend his day walking around with his cock still smelling like your pussy 

DAICHI M.LIST || HAIKYUU M.LIST

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KING DADDY 💗 i might have something else ready before midnight 😭 but i'm going to take a nap bc i'm eepy. i've got another wip but what started as a drabble is starting to look more like a fic so...👀