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Who in haikyuu is planting a kiss on the sole of your foot or putting one of your toes in their mouth while they’re fucking u with your ankles resting on their shoulders

this is a brilliant question nonnie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love your mind!!!!!

gonna answer for those i have some read on, so it's not gonna be everybody </3

sole/ankle kisser.

SAKUSA. osamu. sugawara. IWAIZUMI. matsukawa. akaashi. daichi. KUROO. konoha. shirabu. KITA.

toe sucker.

ATSUMU. NISHINOYA. SUNA. BOKUTO. yamaguchi. tanaka. lev. hanamaki. FUTAKUCHI. (i don't have a proper read on him, but i imagine him liking and doing it and vehemently denying it).

neither.

hinata + kageyama (incredibly focused on something else). kenma. oikawa. tsukishima. asahi. ushijima (too busy keeping your legs spread and pushed up against your own chest in a mating press).

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Psst your m. List is incomplete :'))

ahhh ur so right, everybody DONT LOOK !!!!!! i need to add all the things i wrote v_v

jksfbhjsb i'm a lazy pos unfortunately

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giggling

ARGHHHH KAMIIIIIIIII

beating you UP (lovingly)

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it seems like i need to start watching this show immediately and as soon as possible

MEY WHAT THE HELL

WHY WOULD YOU TORTURE ME LIKE THIS DJKBNASFHJSBHJFBNJBGHJSBH

I DIDNT EXPECT HIS FACE god i hate him

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hi jelly !!! i love love love the way u write suna, as someone who thrives off of having too much attention on them and loves being constantly humiliated (SUE ME!!!! im just a girl!) i think he’s so nasty and sweet about it in how u write him :(

now if u haven’t already considered ,, suna mocking your moans ✋🏼👺 he’s so mean and in your face about it in my head and everything. i just know he’s nose to nose with u and mimicking the way u moan right back into ur whining mouth. he makes me sick…!

(i love ur writing it’s soso fun. i had this thought earlier and remembered how u characterized suna in ur writing and was like !!! I Know who Needs to hear about This… )

hi babes!!!!

thank you so much!!!! heheheh he would absolutely LOVE giving you all the attention you deserve, and would get such a kick out of teasing you and putting you on the spot. ur prime bait for him nods nods

NO BECAUSE EXACTLY !!!!!! ARGHHHH head in my hands nonnie this image is so beautiful, "mimicking the way you moan right back into ur whining mouth" KILLED ME DEADDDDDDDDD OMFG i need to write for him soon, this is. im stuck there.

im.

i.

ah.

i need to write for him soon. you've. broken my brain. it's rolling around and wont stop rolling around. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(and thank u sm, im kissing u if its okie, otherwise sending air kisses mwah mwah mwah, thank u for stopping by and showing me thoughts abt a rat called suna)

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staying up late is superior :33

hehe dressing up in layers is my favorite thing,, my favorite colors are purple, brown (either like a chocolate brown or like a beige kinda), green, and blue <3 how about you!!

and i will, i’ll keep u in mind >:)

hehehe i love u too!! :33 and that’s so sweet i will sob and bite my fingers off. i was thinking abt the last writing you did for me and i genuinely think that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me like AHHHHHH you wrote a piece for ME??? i’m honored and have never felt so special so thank you so so so so much and i appreciate it so much <333 i’ll print it out and frame it hehe,, kisses

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HI BABES!!!! once again, so sorry for the late reply, it was a hectic few days full of studying, so i didn't feel a single moment of rest in which i could do your ask justice!! ahhhhh

ohhhh, BEIGE AND BLUE SLAPS SO HARDDDDDDDDD, especially if it's in suits!! for my exam today, one of my co-students wore such a creamy beige blazer and a silk blue blouse underneath and it looked sooooo good!!! are you also a fan of like ochre colour? (it's the only yellow-brown colour i like)

i looooove pink!!! and lavender, and any soft colours? though, for me personally, i'm a cool colour type, but warm tones are soooo pretty!!

you're so cute im gonna eat you alive. boil you and salt you and eat you nom nom nom, (if it hurts, no it doesn't). PLEASE TELL ME YOUR FAVOURITES AGAIN, my pea brain has forgotten again and i'll try and write something by the end of the week <3

mwah mwah mwah, my darling seal nonnie

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bokuto x f!reader. mutual masturbation.

mewls echoed through the locker bathroom, faint cheering and the sounds of other post-game celebrations still reverberating somewhere down the hall. bokuto's low groans mingled there too, sounds slipping from him, part laugh and part something so incredibly needy as his fist wrapped the lace of your panties around his heated cock.

"did you see that cross?" he asked, breathless, his hand squeezing, "i-in the third set, with the fake-out — did you see it, baby? did you?"

his grin was wonky, carefree expression mingling with the pathetic drawing of his eyebrows together as he didn't know what to focus on — whether to look at your bared throat as you tilted your head back with a throaty moan, or how pretty your ruined underwear looked hugging his throbbing fat dick, or whether he should look down at the way your hips moved, grinding against his thigh, your slick pussy drooling all over the material of his knee pads, the way your puffy clit caught the edge of it, kissing the sliver of his skin peeking out.

he flexed his muscle, ass raising up to meet you halfway when you were too late in answering; his other hand — that wasn't fucking his cock dumb — digging into your flesh to roll your hips down.

"you— you were so, ah, kou, oh god, g-good," your flushed face, wet lips looked so enticing, bokuto's hand stuttered on his dick, tip leaking as his breath caught. a grin widened on his face, heat and sweat and golden-eyed excitement digging into you.

"yeah. i mean— it felt good, like, really, really go..od…" he trailed off with his words when your nails came down to grip his biceps and your hips sped up, continuously rubbing against the edge of the pads, and oh, there were little strings of pearly creamy juice connecting your cunt to the material and heat rushed through him so fast, he bit his own tongue.

"b-but i wanted to know what, hah," a groan escaped him at the sloppy hole his fist formed, the way his swollen head slipped through his fingers, "what you thought. like, did it…look — ah, fuck, fuck — cool?"

from your waist down your hips, he helped guide you, helped keep the pace that made your thighs tense and breathy moans become all high-pitched and loud the way he liked his cheers to sound. his eyes were wide, glassy with awe, mouth continuing to mumble, "i thought about you, y'know, when— when i landed that spike. i was like— 'she's watching, kou, don't, nghh, don't mess it up.'"

"you didn't, you didn't, you didn—"

your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, seizing you from your toes to your thighs, your stomach squeezing, back arching into him, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering, and his knee pads felt so smooth and silky underneath your pussy, drowned in your arousal. bokuto's large hand was splayed all over your ass as he moved your body for you now, tugging you down and down and down, against the bulge of his thigh, kissing the hair on his legs with your pussy lips, until you quivered and pushed against the sweaty jersey hugging his chest tightly to make him stop.

he didn't.

"say it again," he pleaded, voice breaking and you almost didn't hear him through the sloppy fucking of his fist and the rushing of blood through your ears, but he repeated himself anyway, "say it, hah, say it, please."

"y-you didn't mess up, you were soo good— kou, i can't p-please plea-hease—"

a desperate bokuto was dangerous with this hunger glinting his eyes as he continued wrenching every little drop out of you to coat his thigh. he had took your hand from you, too, wrapped it around his panties-clad cock, his bigger hand encasing yours to move. his brows were knit together, wide eyes intense, lips parted and trembling slightly and when he spoke, his voice was a whine now, half-begging, half-stuttering.

"i saw you in the s-stands afterwards, and i wanted a t-time out soooo badly, because—" bucking up, your panties were catching all the hot trickling of his cum spurting out, and he kept talking whilst releasing his spill all over both of your hands, "i was so, ah, so hard and i wanted to, ngh fu-huck— show the entire stadium h-how bad i was throbbing."

"k-kou—"

a hard knock against the door; and slowly, other voices filled out the locker room, low and far away, but bokuto was still fucking up into your hand, head tilted back, eyes focused on you and only you — even when a silky voice cut through.

"oi! what's takin' ya so long in there? bathroom's not a damn love hotel, bokuto!"

hinata's voice, high-pitched and panicked, chimed in, too, breathless as if he was running around, trying to hold it in, "yeah, i really need to pee!!"

TAGLIST | @takes1 ; @classicalelephant ; @pomigranit ; @reignpage ;

special thank you to @sodaneko for holding me on gun point and forcing me to write bokuto and thigh riding

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i regret it deeply.

I DARE YOU TO DIVE INTO THE FOLDER!!!!!!!!!!

alright bet.

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MUST YOU TORMENT ME SO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Suo Hayato - Wind Breaker ep 15 [Conclusion]

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please give my cramps to suna

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poems that make me think of you

you want me to cry= i will cry. i will cry so much, i'll fill up a whole ass moat

oh my god i love you so much, you don't get it, this means everything to me. I LOVE YOU i never wanna miss you, legit ich bin so froh dich kennen gelernt zu haben !! crashing out, i can't. you're the best ever

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i understand because i’m the same way!! i love a good cold refreshing drink,, and the longer days (especially nights, i love staying up when it’s quiet :3)

ouuu i love dressing up for fall, the layers of clothes, scarfs, boots, i love it all <333

i have so many favorites but i’ve just now realized i haven’t saved any of them (╥﹏╥) my mistake,, but i usually just scroll through hashtags here or ao3 :33

ofc!! ur writing is always so *chefs kiss* >3< you just have to accept the filth muhehe

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YESSS exactly!! you get me. ahhh, late nights whereyou can do anything and everything and nobody's to disturb you <33333

i love u. same same same, god, the good coat just. lifts everything up. ahhh, beautiful. what are your favourite colours??

(the next time you find some, don't hesitate to send me them !!

ksnfksujbjh I APPRECIATE U SMMMMMMMMM AHHHH hihi i love u, when i have time, i will write you something. it's the only way i can properly say thank you!!!

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this. was incredibly difficult. i suddenly forgot all of my favourites. AHHHHHHHHHHHH

the second row i call: voiced by kamiya hiroshi

npt: @sodaneko ; @prettyiwa ; @kameyyy ; @umesakus ; @joy-girl ; @classicalelephant ; @pomigranit ; @ottocre ; @oleander-cup ; @bluukive and anybody else !!!

special mention: (don't you say ANYTHING @prettyiwa)

angel startin a reblog game on a saturday?! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ reblog with nine of your f/os/faves !! let's see if there is a trending type hehehe

very shyly tagging some mooties :3 no pressure !! @heiayen @sincerelyhunnybee @carminechrollo @yaminohimeyume @dewberrydusk @hikentomori n whoever wants to join !!

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SO ANAXA is a character in this game that i semi-recently started playing -- his whole thing is like... he's a professor and is kinda sadistic, is super into logic, kind of like a yassified socrates LOL

but he has official modern!au art (and like lore) of him as a gamer who collects plushies ??!?!??! so anyway --

@/renjianshilian0 on twt (hoyo regularly commissions artists to draw art of their characters lsdkfjosd)

h-how did a PROFESSOR end up being categorised as a gamer LMFAOOO i love that switch up?? but that's so random

i do enjoy that though ?? also he is so hot wth kinda reminds me like a taller, male version of sucrose from genshin!

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wise words from jelly,, thank you :33

summer is actually my biggest enemy. i don’t understand anyone who actually enjoys it :,)) humidity may just be the worse thing ever created. i personally love fall and winter though :333

no yea i also just love going back to the things i know and love <333 because why wouldn’t i!!!!!!

seijoh 4 has a chokehold on me and i’m 100% okay with that. that amount of fics i’ve read of them alone is just- it needs to be studied at this point :PP

speaking of fics,, your osamu one. LORDD the things i’d let osamu do to me, i would- [very loud train passes by]

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me neither T_T like, i understand the things around it, like the dresses, the refreshing cold drinks, longer days and everything (i'm a fan of longer nights, personally seen) but the heat itself? friiiiiick noooooo

AND YES same same same fall is soooo beautiful and it's so nice to cozy up <3333

do you have any faves??? i would love to read some of what you liked lots :>

HEHEHEHHE THANK YOU !!!! i didn't wanna be crass but then it ended up a little filthy anyway (which is ok, its. taken over my brain. what can one do)

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miya osamu x f!reader. cockwarming, food play.

you shifted slightly; the steady weight of osamu nestled deep inside you, thick and warm and unmoving.

really, if anybody had told you that a passing comment about his brother's drunken brag would spiral into this…challenge, you would have believed them within a heartbeat. nothing fired up osamu's need to win quite like atsumu, and if that one claimed he could stay still and last for a long time, well, then osamu had all the intention to outlast.

he could; you were sure he could — if you played along and stayed still like a bunny to be bred.

you shifted again, and it was a subtle roll of your hips, the faint flutter of your muscles around him, a teasing inhale that followed to make him think of what other sounds you could do. his cock twitched inside your heat, restrained, slight, but other than that — barely any sound, barely any breath. one arm of his was lazily draped across the back of the couch, the other resting above the curve of your thigh, heavy, and the way he looked at you, was as if he wasn't fully buried to the hilt in your cunt.

"that won't work on me, love," osamu's head was tilted back, resting against the back pillow, and his neck, strong and defined, bared to you, "yer goin' to have to be more convincing."

osamu could; but to be more potent than his self-control? more tempting than his pride? to break through this focus of his, make him swear, make him move. he could win against his brother, no questions asked, and so your pussy fluttered around his cock again, coaxing a reaction, asking, quietly, won't you lose for me?

the platter of fruit beside you gleamed under the soft light; the figs sliced thick, their flesh beading honey, sticky-sweet juice that caught the air with a heavy, ripe scent. leaning backward, his hand coming up naturally to support you lest you fell, fingers squeezing your flesh when your hips dragged along his dick, you picked up a wedge, the skin yielding slightly, and a warmth pooling inside you.

"figs are your favourite, aren't they, 'samu?"

as if to underline that train of thought, you bit into a slice, the juice, succulent and sweet, flooding your mouth, spilling over your tongue. your eyes found his as they stayed unreadable, and with deliberate slowness, you leaned forward, nudging the fig against his lips. the fruit softened between you, the sticky sweetness teasing the edges of a kiss but before he could open his mouth, you let the piece slip from your hold, the juice sliding free and leaving a thin, wet trail down your chin.

his thighs tensed beneath yours; a tremor rocking within his hips that almost had his cock caress you. his eyes, dark and almost greedy, flicked to the sticky residue on your skin, "yer wastin' food."

"oh, you mean this?" having taken another slice, you pretended to contemplate biting into it, before letting go, the fig tumbling between your body, its nectar dripping on your skin before nestling in the little junction where you were seated on his skin, and you couldn't help yourself, you couldn't, not when it was right there, so your hips rolled again, sucking his dick in deeper, your clit brushing the fig's flesh deliberately, friction like soft cushion.

a strangled moan climbed up your throat, and before you could savour his reaction, he shifted suddenly as your world whirled around. the plush of the coach met your back, osamu pressed against you, heavy body pinning you beneath him.

"think yer funny?" his eyes were dark and almost a little wild, hips solid against yours as he refused to move, still, "who do ya think is gettin' you all those fruits?"

his chest brushed yours with every deep exhale, and there was a pulsing to his cock, throbbing so badly against your slick walls. a smile tugged on your lips and your hands pushed slightly against his chest, nipple hard underneath your palm, testing with slight pressure, then harder. he didn't move and you exhaled with a soft laugh, "so possessive over a few slices. gonna cry if i waste another one?"

"yer not gonna," his torso shifted, arm reaching out. a fork clattered against the floor with a high-pitched, metal clank, and before you could look, there was the soft press of a fig against your mouth, "open up."

your mouth parted, slow and teasing, the picture of obedience. leaning forward slightly, as if yielding; you let it rest on your tongue, eyes locked on his, breath warm against his fingertips, and when he noted the press of your teeth into the flesh, he let go, and so did you.

the fruit slipped from your tongue with a wet, muted sound, landing softly next to your head onto the cushion of the couch, leaving slight marks on the material. a thin trail of juice ran down the corner of your mouth, sticky and glistening, tracing a slow path down your cheek.

his jaw tightened, a flicker of something raw flashing in his eyes, the twitch of his cock and the tensing of his abdomen not far behind. then, his tongue darted out, rough and urgent, licking the juice from your cheek. it was electric, and heat blossomed right where he sat within you, the hair tickling your inner thighs, the vein of his a slow pulsing against you.

osamu pushed another slice against your lips, firmer, "open," he warned, voice rough.

and this time, when you parted your mouth with another impish glint behind your gaze, a challenge, he made it a point to slip the fruit inside himself, pressing his thumb insistently against it on your tongue, forcing the sweet juice toward the back of your throat.

you had no choice but to swallow, not unless you wanted the liquid to mingle with your spit, to collect; the flavour was sharp, ripe, intoxicating and when his nose bumped against yours, it was with the same haze that you looked right into his eyes, now so very full and heavy with the hidden desire. his voice was a hair width away from growling the way his hand wrapped around your jaw, "didn't i say not to spit it out?"

a heavier press on the fruit, on your tongue, on your body, his hips trembling with the force to hold still, and come on, 'samu, move, won't you? for me?

no words came, only a soft, breathy hum that vibrated against the tongue in your mouth, and your fingers curled lightly around his wrist, tugging ever so slightly, a silent challenge that said to try harder. the flush rising in your cheeks matched the heat pooling between you, and your hips raised, come on, 'samu, come on. come on.

osamu knew how to ignore your incessant silent questions; instead, his thumb slipped out and before you could spit out the fig again, his mouth sank down on yours, lips deliberately keeping the slice pressed between you, making you feel the texture against your teeth.

a slight groan ripped through his throat when you refused to bite at first, the vibration against your mouth making your cunt flutter around his cock as his chest heaved against yours. wrapped around your jaw, his hand nudged slightly and his breath mingled with yours, "that's what ya wanted, wasn't it? to make me want you enough to do this—?"

another nudge against your jaw, a slight rocking of his cock against you, and god, it was so deliciously slow, the way your walls clung to his skin, the way he pushed into you again, and his voice, so soft, so coaxing, "don't keep me waitin', love, yeah?"

the weight of him pressed deeper, stretching you back to where you engulfed him fully, slick and wet, and your hesitation faltered, teeth grazing the squished fig to bite it, his hand guiding your jaw to chew, sharp and sweet and when your throat bobbed, a shudder ran through him.

teeth clinking against yours with the crash of his lips, and suddenly, his hips snapped alongside his patience, breath ragged, every bit of his control evaporating and poured into the thrusts against your cunt, driving deep into you.

his hand grabbed your hip like he had meant to do that for the past minutes dragging you closer, legs forcing yours wide open to pound, his groans a mixture of frustration and heat and need. your body arched to meet him, every nerve screaming, your mewls pouring out of you and into him.

the taste of the fruit still lingered on your tongue, sweet and sticky, his spit faintly tasting the same, and his hips hammered into you with desperate, raw hunger, too much, too fast. the stretch was endless, exquisite, body trembling beneath him — too full, too sensitive.

"samu, it's— ah, it's— so mu—" your hands shot out, fists pounding against his biceps to ground yourself against the flood of sensation, against the drag of his cock, the way he bullied his way into you over and over, against the ridges of his abdomen pressing you into the couch, and it was all you could do to hold on as your cunt kept squeezing around him.

"don't— hah, chicken," his teeth found your neck and his words became muffled, hair tickling your cheek, "o-out now."

your breath hitched, lips swollen and view blurry from the tears, his ear catching the stray ones as they trickled down the side of your face, heat spiralling tight and fast inside, giving way again and again, and when he let up from his bite, it was only to find you blindly, to moan into your mouth as his muscles seized and tensed, burying himself deeper to fuck his cum back into you.

TAGLIST | @classicalelephant ; @pomigranit ; @reignpage ;

special thanks to @sodaneko and @prettyiwa, though i refuse to elaborate why.

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you guys don't understand. it's so very niche but i came up with a little bit of lore for sakusa in the duskwatch universe and i'm in the TRENCHES