#anntidote:thirsts

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a/n: hey :) small brain rot about diluc. if this gets any interest, i might write a bit more on it.

alright alright hear me out.

master diluc tying his hair up after a long day at angel’s share, and one of his last duties of the night being: taking inventory in the wine cellar back at home.

the last thing diluc expects is his dumb little maid cleaning the cellar, admittedly a little too drunk for her own good after finding a conveniently opened bottle of dandelion wine.

well, the only logical way to remedy your mistakes is diluc’s cock!

it’s quite annoying to have you ruminate on every blunder you’ve made today. instead, you should put your pretty little mouth to better use!

of course you can keep your job! just be sure to stay quiet, since the other maids will definitely be jealous that your tiny little cunt’s being split open by the master’s cock. no one else needs to know how much your pussy’s sucking him in, and how you’re creaming the thick of his shaft so quickly.

oh? you love it that much? ah. don’t worry. there’ll be plenty more opportunities for you to make it up to the master. after all, it’s just so easy to flip up that little skirt of yours.

how about you meet him first thing tomorrow morning in his office? i’m sure he’ll give you a better run down on your real duties as one of his workers.

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it’s just so disappointing, because i know damn well i just want to be employed as mattsun’s dumb lil baby.

tryna sink down of his fat cock but i’m whining and whimpering. clawing at his shoulders as i struggle to take him— and it’s utterly pathetic ‘cuz i’m already creaming rings down his cock. cunt sputtering and drooling around the mere tip.

he’s not even half way in, as he chuckles at how my thighs are shaking. and he mocks me. telling me how good i am at taking his cock until he gets too impatient. finally grabbing my hips and railing me into the next year. panting into my ear and making me hold on him for my dear life; plowing me in half and taking both of us to see the stars.

best ride of 2021 ✨

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i was writing requests and one thought popped into my head

at home, working out during quarantine and ushijima fucking loses it when you bend over for the Nth time that morning. the gray joggers hanging loose on his hips do him no help as he stares at your bent form.

you raise your eyebrow when he walks toward you, asking if he needs something— only for him to arch your back further. your eyes widening when he rips your yoga pants and man handles your ass.

“toshi— what’re you-!?”

“there are plenty of other ways to work up a sweat, love.”

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my brain is simply thinking of crying n creaming milky white rings down mattsun’s fat schlong cuz he’s just so damn big n he knows it. smirking even when he ‘accidentally’ bucks his hips up, and makes ya squeal. latching onto his shoulders even harder- nails digging into him and walls clenching like a vice. he groans a chuckled response on just how perfect you’re taking him- even tho you’re not even halfway down, but your body is already on fire.

he’s just so fucking big that you feel him in your head.

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we all want terushima’s tongue piercing to knock our little pleasure button while he’s eating us out so... 🥰

w h y n o t

@anntidote is reblogging and posting stuff during calc again so i guess i’m just gonna write flith now

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I want tsukki to choke me and spit in my mouth 🤪

a/n: your wish is my command, anon chan!

“tsu-tsukki...hnngg...”

even as your glassy eyes prickle tears, and the heavy heave of you chest looks pained— tsukishima could never find the will to care. you simply just looked too dumb, too stupid, and too pretty while taking his cock. especially with how flushed your cheeks look, how your clawing at shoulders, and how your cunt seems to keep sucking him in.

shit.

“kei, please! i wanna— wa... nna...mmm...” the hand around your throat is the prettiest necklace you ever wore. the pressure on your windpipe making you dizzy with pleasure.

“does my cock make you that fucking dumb? did you just need your pussy filled to shut up?” his words should sting, but all they do is make your brain mush at every thrust he gives you. “aaahhh... mmm...”

and unfortunately, you miss it.

the look tsukishima has on his face when your mouth drops open. tongue out as your stare at him in desperation. full of want and need— as if you were made for him.

your eyes widen as he spits in your open mouth, grip on your throat growing tighter. “k-kei— aah! i- i-!!”

he doesn’t miss the dribble of saliva trailing down your chin- and suddenly, it’s like a switch is flipped. your back arches and you gush around him. your pleasure costing him in a milky glisten as he continues to push you through it.

“my cock that good? can’t say a word, huh?”

“aaah... y-yes i- aaah-!!

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OK HEAR ME OUT KUROO COCKWARMING after the deed and wakes up in the morning with u still stuffed with his cum?? Also I’m new to your page and I really love it💜 and is this to much?

a/n: welcome!!! and no, it’s not too much at all lololol 💗 thank you. i’m still a relatively new and small blog so dw about it. BUT ALSO— OH SCHWORD???? THAT THOUGHT IS DELICIOUS.

slow turns, and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest is what stirs kuroo awake.

times like these are what kuroo lives for. waking up the the sight of you sprawled out across the mattress, and your legs tangled with his. the slight snores that you’d deny making as you’re absolutely knocked out from last night’s excursion— he’s whipped.

and he knows he loves you, even as he tries to raise himself off the bed. your legs latch around his hips and he chokes— his length still bottomed out inside your cunt. and the cum he spilled into you last night, still coats him in a milky sheen.

you’re still responsive. unconsciously seducing him, even as asleep as you mumble something along the lines of “warm... sleep... babe...”

the innocent look on your face makes it all worse for kuroo when he buries his face into the pillow, fighting his erection.

no. not when you’re asleep. not when you’re still sore. not when you’re this fucking cute.

he grumbles obscenities, and pulls your sleeping form closer, forcing himself into a state of slumber.

but don’t be fooled. he totally gets payback on the kitchen counter later... and even though you don’t know why he claims it’s revenge, you definitely don’t mind.

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no thoughts. head empty. just a cunt full of hinata’s cum.

and it makes me pissed on how many people sleep on timeskip!hinata. ugh. just imagine him coming back from rio.

being able to kiss along his tan lines and to lick the sweat off the back of his neck. the sweet and salty remnants of the beach and his skin, and the way he’ll probably rail your cunt into the next dimension

because he missed you? how he missed your smile? your laugh? the way you fit into his arms? the way your eyes roll back as he rams his cock under your pretty pink button that he brings his rough hands down to flick at? WOOOOH get ready for squirt nation, baby!

you’re telling me that y’all sleep on such a man? that y’all wouldn’t take his dick in your hand and push him in, and ride him like tokyo drift? hello? are y’all really doing this to yourselves?

smh.

pffffft, whatever. more 2d dick for me.

thirsts & other requests are OPEN

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“you’re so hot when you get mad.” for the prompt with kageyama :3 please and thank you <3

back to:

trick or treat event || ann’s playground

23. “you’re so hot when you get mad.”

you wanted to throw kageyama tobio off a cliff.

the highschool volleyball star who happened to be oblivious of the cluster fuck of fan girls that followed him, and his carrot head friend, around like a cult. how you’d get pushed in the halls by other girls as he’d turn a corner; or how they’d buy out all the milk in the vending machine for him before you could get your hands on one; or your favorite— simply bashing you for not outright saying he was hot.

and third year kageyama was indeed, hot. you didn’t miss how he rolls up his sleeves, the rough callouses on his hands, veins trailing down his arms, and simply being built. but from your understanding, he was a total meat head who attracted women like flies.

but you’re not an unreasonable person. it’s not his fault that those bimbos are bat shit insane.

so why are three of kageyama’s fingers plunged knuckle deep into your cunt, your legs spread obscenely wide on a desk, in an empty classroom?

well, it’s because—“fuck!”

a chuckle came from the setter, thrusting his hand into your sopping cunny as you held onto his shoulder for dear life. “so are you going to say sorry?” he’d tease, scissoring his digits in such a way that made you keen.

“f-fuck no, why would i— ah!” the gush of your arousal betrayed you, spilling onto the desk with an obscene slosh, your walls fluttering around kageyama’s fingers, practically hosting a devil’s dance. your moans tumbling out his name like a mantra, along with cusses and nonsense threats.

he’s brings his other hand up to your chin, forcing eye contact. your tongue hanging out in desperation, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the tell tale shake of your thighs, the salty and sweet sweat sheen—

“god, you’re fucking hot when you’re angry.”

and with a particular rough thrust of his fingers and silent scream, you were thrown off the edge instead. toes curling as happy tears formed at the edge of your eyes, walls spasming around nothing as kageyama pulled the digits out, licking them clean. you slumped onto the desk, limbs numb and weak.

“so?” he said expectantly, eyebrow raised.

you rolled your eyes, cheeks flushed and looked away.

“fine. volleyball doesn’t suck.”

but perhaps you should shit talk the sport more often if it gets you railed like that.

a/n: i enjoyed writing this sm, aaaaaa— thank you for putting in this request.

thank you for participating in the trick or treat event! i hope you enjoyed your trick!

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want yaku to literally destroy me. Fuck me into a goddamn coma. BREED ME PLEASE STUFF ME WITH YOUR CUM KNOCK ME U

a/n: i ascended into the astral realm when writing,,,

i don’t know how you did it— usually yaku is fairly patient with everyone. especially those he cares about- specifically, you.

so in times like these, when you press his buttons, he simply couldn’t help but question what the fuck is going on in your head.

but not as he pounds into you. your face crumpling, but somehow smiling at the brutal pace that has your body moving at each thrust. “hnngg... mori, i- mm-“

“shut the fuck up.” he groans at the face you make. mouth dropping and eyes rolling back, and hands clamoring at something to grab onto. you try pushing against and meeting the rhythm of his hips, and he snaps into you with even more fervor.

“you’re so fucking greedy.” he growls into your ear, and at how he’s too far gone. especially when he remembers how you kept begging for him throughout the day. but during his meeting? you had the audacity to tease him from the bathroom doorframe? asking if he was too busy to join you in the shower- because something’s wrong?

he snarls, and spills into the clamp of your sopping cunny. “aaah... mm...” you’re crying at the stretch in unintelligible sounds- literally dumb. legs pressed up against your chest as he fucks his cum into you. whines falling on deaf ears as he tells you again and again to take it.

take it all.

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uhh mattsun gripping on your hips as you ride him and he'll control your pace but you're struggling to take all of his 10 inch dick okay jdjdjd

a/n: thank u for accommodating my mattsun needs 🥰

don’t get me started at how cocky mattsun is- and rightfully so. the man was blessed with a rod that makes all holes question if they’re even worthy to be impaled. and luckily for us, we get to be the lucky count to sink down.

eyes rolling back and thighs already quivering, stretching around the tip of him. you’re whimpering swears under your breath, simply because he’s just too fucking big, and he knows it.

he’s evil when he has his hands at your waist, forcing you down, and you cry out. he laughs at your trembling face, simply taunting. “oh? so needy for my cock earlier, and now you can’t even take it? you’re all bark and no bite, huh? dumb baby.”

and you can’t even find the will to argue back, because it’s true. your brain becomes utter mush as one of his calloused fingertips meet your swollen bud, slicking your walls further, and slowly taking more of his length.

“that’s it, pretty. just like that.”

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i fucked my sleeping schedule but NOOOO my brain when YEET YOURE HOR KNEE

it honestly started with adoration.

almost reaching to the point of envy, as kageyama stood on the sidelines and watched your growth. pouring your heart and soul out onto the stage with every song, every performance. how your eyes sparkle in the spotlight, and the roar of the crowd when the curtains closed.

do you even remember him? that one boy in the neighboring classroom that routinely walked past you to get to the vending machine. that one boy who flared up after you made eye contact with him.

now, his door stays locked. poster upon poster, t-shirts, CDs, and merch that have your face and logos plastered.

he doesn’t know when he became like this.

but he feels the guilt that seeps into his veins as his cock weeps. the tip dribbling, and angry at the compilation on the third-party website. his eyes zeroing in on your wardrobe malfunctions; your skirt flying up, your straps falling down, and the rain graciously providing accompaniment to your stages. how your clothes cling to your skin, and your heavy pants into the mic as you move your hips just like that.

kageyama is angry that he’s this caught up.

especially as the video flashes a picture of your face, lips pursed, and wide eyes toward the camera. and he groans, strokes quickening as he groans loudly. spurting milky white ropes against the luminated screen.

as you were the music to his ears.

i might write a full fic to this if you guys like it enough so,,,, lmk! ☺️

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if hq thirst are open lets get some hq breeding kink up in here!!! who has the nastiest need to breed and maybe a lil drabble of it uwu

this has been sitting in my inbox forever, so sorry for the wait! ;-; forgive me

hq !! ❝ who’s got a breeding kink? ❞

sakusa

claims it’s cleaner that way

it’s totally not an excuse though

imo he loves making you a mess just so he can clean you up

you’re his mess

bonus points if you cream with him

“omi, give it to me...” you desperately beg, and although he spits a harsh no, you see the eagerness in his eyes. the pure ecstasy against the darkness of his pupils as he watched your cunt swallow him whole, creamy and sticky. he scrunches his nose, because you’re absolutely disgusting. and he’s absolutely disgusting when he snaps his hips into you even harder, erratic pace and mixed moans tumbling from both of your lips. and he cums- there’s so much of it. and he’ll die before he’ll admit he loves seeing your walls painted white with his color.

oikawa

especially when he moves to argentina

he wants to claim you as his

and what’s a better what to do that, than filling you to the brim?

he loves how cock drunk he can get you, so when you beg for his cum— he goes insane

“that’s it, sweetheart. take it all.” tooru’s comes out hoarse against your debauched moans. you clench, and your walls suck him further and further. your kisses are saccharine sweet and salty- practically a drug, and the brush against your walls are painfully addictive. you beg and plead, eyes wide in desperation when you feel him throb inside you. “inside, inside! pleasepleaseplease!” his jaw tightens, and the grip of his hands on your hips is painful, and you feel the pumps of his hot seed flood against your inner walls. “want me so bad, huh?”

kageyama

definitely had no clue about it

when you brought it up, he thought about it more than he’d admit

he loved the thought of having kids with you— even though he’d never had the best history with them

but having another one of you and him would be another form of heaven

also- when you drank a glass of milk and licked the remnants from your top lip— he wanted it to be his milk instead

he let out one of the most pornographic moans you’d ever hear, and you looked up with wide eyes. a pain but pleasure filled expression etched across his features, as his eyes are clenched shut, grip on your sides becoming painful and when you swivel your hips just right. riding his cock just the way he liked it, he couldn’t help but admire the bounce of your chest, and the tantalizing temptation of your sopping cunt swallow him whole.

“gimmie your milk, tobio.” his heart stops at your claim, and he opens his eyes to meet your gaze. seducing him in your utter greed. and you yelp when he thrusts up into you unexpectedly, falling into his chest when he sets the brutal and erratic pace. the rush of pleasure hitting both of you. “i’ll give you all the milk you want.”

see also: atsumu, OSAMU, ushijima, iwaizumi, konoha, and mattsun

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overstimulting oikawa??🥵🥵

a/n: this got a bit fluffy at the end... mb it’s self indulgent cuz i miss him

“darling i can’t- aaah... hold on i— ah shit.” the doubt spilling from tooru’s lips only spur you on more as you brutally drop onto his length. the slap of skin and the feeling of your snug walls bottoming out against him is just so much.

tooru was utterly wrecked. glassy eyes and the grip against your hips in a pathetic effort to get you to stay still. your heart swelled at the scrunch of his nose, as you reached down to take his hands into yours.

“tooru-“ the slight sway of your hips send electricity down his spine, and he hiccups.

“d-darling, please.” the flush of his cheeks and the tenseness in his abdomen betrays him.

he claims it’s too much— and maybe if you were one of the one night stands he had in argentina— maybe you’d stop. maybe you’d apologize.

but this is your tooru.

and as you lean down to kiss his tear stained cheeks, he lets out a shriek. he cries out of mantra of your name, against the praises you mumble against his neck.

he spills his seed into you, and needles of fiery pleasure prickle through his body. it’s like he’s set on fire, with pain and pleasure mixing into a sweet and spicy cocktail he can’t get enough of.

and he’s shaking in your arms when you finally pull off of him. milky white trails seep from the puffy lips of your bruised cunt, and evidence of your own love is a ring around his softening shaft. and you press a chaste kiss onto his forehead.

“are you alright?” a habit had formed between the two of you, as you began pushing each other’s limits further and further.

he hums, pulling your body down onto the bed to lay next to him. the mess only half forgotten as the stickiness settling between your legs. “yeah...” he brings you closer to his chest, and the rhythm of his heartbeat plays faithfully against your ear. “let’s do that again sometime.”

but it’s alright.

because no one knows your tooru, better than you.

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forget about it

pairing: timeskip! kageyama x reader

kageyama has a bad day and you help him forget about it... or at least, you try to.... this totally wasn’t inspired by me, trying to say “forget about it” in a boston accent at all, haha

not that anyone cares, but i think kageyama would be the whiniest brat out there.

don’t get me wrong! everyone has their off days, but for our tobio, it’s everything but what he wanted to hear. feeling incompetent and frustrated after messing up his new jump serve, or the bad luck of getting his carton of milk stuck in the vending machine— today was not working out for him.

or so he thought.

he would go through that horrid cycle, time and time again— if you’d just let him touch you, goddamnit.

the ghost of your breath fanning against his v-line, and the sultry gaze you sent up to him sent a shiver down his spine. the glaze of his previous orgasms coated his upper thighs and stomach. not to mention, serving as your reward of a delicious lip gloss. you licked your lips and savored the bitter sweet taste of him.

the rush of blood sent down toward his cock was almost painful— borderlining from pain to pleasure, as you placed the most delicate kiss on his angry tip. kageyama clutched the bed sheets as a life line, acting as his anchor of restraint.

as soon as he stepped into the house with slumped shoulders, you’d promised you’d take care of him. once. twice. three times.

you sent a scheming smirk up to him, climbing up his body and straddling his cream covered thighs from previous releases. the heavy heaves of his chest were evident as he was struggling. especially as you teased the head of his length by dipping it into your folds, only to pull away with a slight giggle.

what a fucking tease.

he shut his eyes in frustration, as it was taking everything in him to not flip you over and pound your tight cunt like the slut you were. no. that wasn’t the point of this.

spotting the internal conflict in his blown out gaze, you abruptly dropped down on his length, swallowing him whole. enveloping him in your wet, sopping heat, kageyama’s fucked out expression let out almost a pornographic moan that had your eyes widening in surprise. “f-fuck, oh yeah baby.”

but he didn’t seemed to care, as he was too lost in the snug feeling of your walls, clenching around him in such a way that he wanted to drive himself up the wall.

and that’s when you did it.

bouncing and swerving your hips in an unrelenting manner, kageyama’s eyes shot open, unconsciously bucking his hips and meeting your bounce halfway— both of you letting out a mixed groan of pleasure.

the blushing heat of his cheeks, the slap of your thighs on his, and the way your fucked out eyes were looking at him like he was your last meal. the feeling of suspense was on the cusp of painful and pleasure, feeling his thighs shake and vision start to turn white.

“you cumming again, t-tobio?” you’d call out, still bouncing on his rock, rocking your hips in such a way that had him throw his head back, confirming your suspicion with a whine. you brought your mouth to his ear, nipping slightly, before responding.

“i want you to fill me up, baby.” kageyama swears he stopped breathing.

“make me yours.”

in a flash, your wrists were pinned to either side of your head and body underneath his. his dips his head down, engaging you in a sloppy, wet kiss, tongues clashing as he pumps his hips into yours. balls smacking against you, as he swallows your moans in muffles.

losing yourselves in the world of bliss once more, and collapsing next to each other. with the lone squeak of the bed, he brings his hand up to trace his thumb over your cheek, looking at you adoringly.

“i’ll do better next time.”

“tobio, i just made you cum four times, and you’re still talking about your missed jump serve!?”

a/n: this was purely self indulgent, but i’m happy with it. i hope you guys are having a wondering day/night wherever you’re from!

thirsts & requests are OPEN!

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we talked about third year hinata, what about third year kags? because you CANNOT tell me that man doesnt fuck inside the clubroom. I will not believe you

oh shit— say less! *cracks knuckles*

note: there’s a bit of plot here, but it’s nothing crazy. i hope you don’t mind.

late night, winter practices weren’t your favorite.

or at least- they weren’t at first.

third year! kageyama would always be hard working. and as much as this applies to you, his s/o, it applied to his life ambition as well.

it’s not that you hated kageyama for his dedication to the sport. absolutely not. you’d fallen for his determination and diligence in the first place— volleyball and kageyama came as a package deal.

his tall stature and observant glare across the court, and his pouty expression when sitting idle in a classroom. if you were lucky, you’d catch him wearing the clip on hoops that hinata forced him to get. (more like, intentionally provoked... not that you mind.)

he was a dork. but he’s your dork.

the military style school uniform complimented him well. caramel skin, angled collarbones peeking out from the regulated dress shirt- WHEW, you snatched a full course meal. especially when he asks if you’re really willing to wait for him to walk you home.

but to be honest, you hated waiting after school in the snow. the wet slosh are your feet, and slouch of your spine as you couldn’t exactly cover your whole face with your scarf.

that was until kageyama suggested that you wait in the club room.

you want to say it was initially innocent intent. but the thought of that is absolutely laughable now.

not when the tip of his cock is kissing that one spongey spot inside of you that has your toes curling.

you’d scramble to get a hold of anything, as his hips would set a brutal pace against the nearest wall. your whines would barely be muffled by his hand. the other would be placed at your chest, rolling your left nipple between his rough fingertips.

the stutter of his name. “t-tobio...” the clench of your velvety walls sent a wave of warmth down his body, from head to toe.

chants of his name, and the roll of tears escaping your eyes— the immense onslaught of pleasure— you didn’t even have to look back at him to know how fucked out he looked. his flushed face matching the shade of red that was currently pounding your sopping cunny into tuesday.

his low moans into your neck sent you reeling. your bare front pressed up against the club room door’s window, and your sex mangled breaths immediately fogging up the surface. dropping his hand from your chest and pulling up a leg, a choked moan escaped as the new angle had you babbling nonsense and reaching impossibly deeper.

hinata knew something was up when kags turned in early, but he simply claimed that he didn’t want you to wait so long.

he was thankful.

and he’d have plenty of other days, and ways to show you how thankful he was for your company.

a/n: i hope you’re as hot and bothered as i am rn, cuz third year kags has me messed up. i loved writing this, so i hope you enjoy it too.

thirsts & other requests are OPEN!