#aone smut

[adoringhaikyuu]

ahhh I love the 'losing your virginity together' that you've been writing with the boys! could I please request you do one with aone, daichi, and bokuto? thank you if you do!

YOU LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY TOGETHER | 3

characters: aone + bokuto + daichi + (gn!reader)

warnings: nsfw topic ofc, but not graphic

part one / part two / part three / part four

★ aone is very nervous. since he's just a big guy he's worried about hurting you, but his touch is so so gentle and he's so attentive to you. you hear horror stories about girls having the worst experiences and that worries you a little, but it's nearly impossible to have a bad time when he's so careful and considerate. he's also very sensitive. you simply touch his arms when he's stripped down and his cheeks gets all pink.

★ bokuto is also really attentive, he's just excited to be there. he's so honored that you're sharing your first with him. he's really vocal and he can get a little cocky when he figures out what you like, how to make you feel good. "oh right there baby? yeah that feels good?" makes a lot of comments about how pretty you are and how good you do.

★ daichi makes sure to take care of you every step of the way, and his heart races when you do the same for him. it's a lot of reassuring smiles and kisses. asks you to be vocal so he knows you're okay. makes sure to let you know you're beautiful the whole time.

[pure-smut]

iron wall.

featuring: Takanobu Aone x f!reader

contains: some angst to fluff to smut, happy ending!!, tattoo artist!Aone, social anxiety!reader, thigh riding, fingering(ish), missionary, NOT an accurate representation of getting a tattoo (call it creative liberties)

word count: 3.7k

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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a/n: I'm sorry, I love Aone so much, he's so babygirl!! I'm a sucker for a gentle giant so I needed to get this story down I love him

You’re so excited for your first tattoo. So excited you could throw up, in fact. Oh wait, no, you’re terrified.

The tattoo studio does nothing to soothe your nerves. It’s a small space, seeming all the more cramped for artwork covering every inch of wall and shelf space. You try your hardest not to shrink into yourself.

And then your tattoo artist steps out and a year of social aversion therapy dwindles into nothing.

Takanobu Aone is one of the best artists in the country and you’ve been so, so lucky to get a spot with him. You researched hard, not trusting your first tattoo in the hands of anyone less than perfect. When you saw Aone’s portfolio online, you knew he was the one. Beautiful linework and sweeping designs that seemed to mould to the person’s body. You fell in love with his art.

But his portfolio didn’t have any pictures of him. So when he steps out and greets you with a silent nod, you nearly shrivel up on the spot.

Aone is scary. He’s tall, broad, and – unsurprisingly – coated in tattoos. A seemingly permanent frown is etched on his face, his ice blonde hair cut short. But it’s his eyes – it’s like he’s glaring at you.

“Sorry,” you squeak out before internally scolding yourself.

Sorry?? What are you apologising for? No one’s said anything yet!

If Aone’s confused, he doesn’t show it. He only gestures to an intimidating-looking chair, fitted with an overhead lamp.

Your hands shake so you clench them into fists. You can do this, you tell yourself. This was the whole point of your tattoo. On wobbly legs, you make your way over to the chair and sit down.

Aone looks down at you. You look back up at him. When neither of you says anything, he twirls his finger in the air.

“Oh!”

Idiot, you think to yourself. It’s a back tattoo – he needs to see my back.

You turn around, your chest pressed against the back of the chair, as Aone sits behind you. Even without seeing him, his presence is so large that you feel it. You take a shuddering breath as you hear the buzz of the needle and squeeze your eyes shut.

The tattoo hurts, like a relentless, stinging scratch against your skin. But honestly? You thought it would be worse. Still, the nerves haven’t dissipated yet, and nausea swirls in your stomach. Especially when you feel Aone’s hands on your skin, resting against your back as he works.

“You’re doing well.”

Aone’s voice is so sudden and unexpected that you nearly jump. It takes a second for you to register what he’s said but when you do, warmth rushes to your cheeks.

“Th-thanks,” you stammer out.

“Will music help you to relax?”

His voice is deep and smooth. You’re glad you’re facing away from him because you don’t want him to see the blush in your cheeks just from listening to him speak.

You tell him your favourite songs and he sets up a playlist. By the time he starts up the tattoo again, you are feeling more relaxed. It helps that you don’t need to look him in the face, that you don’t need to mould your reactions to what you think is right. Every so often, Aone will let you know how well you’re sitting for him and each time, it makes your body feel like it’s on fire.

By the time he’s finished, you’re nearly dizzy.

Aone must notice because he offers his hand to help you stand. You take it, gratefully, but keep your eyes averted, too embarrassed to look him in the face.

“First tattoos are hard,” he says solemnly and you’re glad he thinks it’s the tattoo that’s had an effect on you and not him.

Aone hands you his card as you pay up. It has a list of tattoo care instructions as well as his phone number and socials.

“Any problems, contact me,” he says.

You finally look up at him. What you had thought had been a glare before now looks completely different. Aone’s eyes are sharp but they’re kind, his face serious but concerned. Under the intensity of his gaze, you find it suddenly hard to breathe.

You want to thank him, to tell him you’ll be happy to contact him if anything comes up. To say anything normal at all.

But an iron wall wraps around your chest. You don’t want to say anything stupid or embarrassing. So you give a short nod and leave without saying anything at all.

*

It’s only a few days before your tattoo starts to itch. You diligently cream it as Aone’s card instructed you but the position of the tattoo means you can’t reach all of it. There’s a patch in the middle that’s neglected and so, so goddamn itchy.

After all the research, effort and money spent, you desperately don’t want your new tattoo to heal badly. But you have no one to ask for help. It’s your own fault, you know. You’ve spent the years since you left home for college isolating yourself from everyone. Too worried about saying the wrong thing or doing something embarrassing. Too concerned over whether people are laughing at you instead of with you.

And now you’re stuck with an itchy tattoo that you can’t fully reach.

Aone’s card sits innocently on your desk, almost taunting you. It takes another two days before you gather up the courage to tap out a message to Aone.

He responds within minutes with instructions to come to the studio.

That’s how you end up back in the chair, your favourite songs playing again, too embarrassed to look behind you at Aone.

“The itch is worse than the pain,” he says, rubbing cool, soothing cream gently over your tattoo.

Despite yourself, you smile. Maybe it’s your favourite music in the background, maybe it’s the fact you don’t need to look at him. Maybe it’s the feel of his gloved fingers being so gentle on your skin. For once, you don’t overthink before you speak.

“The pain wasn’t so bad after a while,” you say quietly. “But the itching goes on forever.”

Aone chuckles. It catches you off guard – you wonder what he looks like when he’s smiling.

You sit in comfortable silence for a while.

“This is so embarrassing…” you mumble to yourself.

“What is?”

You startle, not realising he heard you. Your cheeks burn.

“O-oh… just… y’know, all of this,” you say clumsily.

“All of what?”

“I-” A lump appears in your throat. You realise how stupid you sound. “I can’t reach my tattoo.”

A puff of air escapes Aone’s nose.

“Not embarrassing,” he says. “I fainted during my first tattoo. That is embarrassing.”

The image of Aone – broad, muscled, serious-faced Aone – fainting during a tattoo is so unexpected you snort with laughter.

“You didn’t!”

“I did,” he says gravely. “I was too nervous to eat breakfast so my blood sugar was low.”

Aone withdraws his hands to lean in close. You can feel the warmth radiating off him on the back of your neck and shoulder. When he speaks, his breath tickles your cheek.

“They had to give me a lollipop.”

You burst out laughing, clapping a hand over your mouth. Aone chuckles and stands, snapping his gloves off. You rise with him, still giggling, and get a glimpse of his smile for the first time.

It’s small, just an uptick at the corner of his mouth, but you can’t stop looking.

“Next time you feel embarrassed, remember the lollipop,” Aone says with a firm nod.

You grin, meeting his eyes. Inside you, a small chip skitters down the iron wall.

A crack.

*

Aone tells you to come back every day at the same time for a week, until your tattoo heals. You find yourself looking forward to it and you end up chatting long after he’s finishing creaming your back. You wonder if this is it – you’ve beaten the insecure demon inside your head.

Until one day you don’t.

It’s the last day you’re scheduled to visit Aone’s studio. Maybe that’s the reason why a stab of icy fear lodges itself in your heart every time you try and open the door to leave.

You stand at your front door, key in the lock, but your hand is frozen. Your breathing turns ragged and your vision swims. You can’t turn the key. You can’t leave your home. Your sanctuary. The only safe space you know.

Except Aone’s studio.

Except Aone.

You know you’re going to be late but still, you can’t bring yourself to leave. With shaking hands, you message Aone, apologising and saying you won’t make it. He messages back instantly.

Are you okay?

You don’t know what prompts you to respond honestly. Maybe it’s the exhaustion from fighting the anxiety in your head. Maybe it’s because Aone has always been sincere with you. Maybe it’s because you don’t have to look at him when you respond.

Maybe the iron wall is breaking.

No, you type back.

He asks for your address, saying he’ll come to you. After chewing your thumbnail down to the quick, you give it and throw your phone onto the other side of the bed.

You barely have the energy to drag yourself from your bed when the doorbell rings. You know you should feel embarrassed opening the door in your pyjamas, hair unbrushed and eyes puffy with no sleep. But when Aone steps in, face serious, and pulls out a lollipop, the only thing you feel is relief.

You burst into tears as Aone pulls you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. He’s firm and warm and holds you tight. He doesn’t say anything. He lets you soak the front of his shirt with your tears.

When you’ve cried yourself dry, your sobs dwindling into sniffles, Aone pulls back to peer down at you.

“Food?”

You spend the day with takeout, watching movies together on your laptop in bed. You sneak glances at him every so often, admiring his profile, and have to quickly look away every time he notices. It should be embarrassing… but you know he’s looking at you too. You can feel his intense gaze when you’re watching the movie, can feel him watching you when you get up to go to the bathroom.

When you return, instead of lying side-by-side, you turn your back to him, pulling the laptop in front of you. Aone turns to spoon you, wrapping one large arm around your stomach. You melt into him, immediately relaxed.

It reminds you of being in his chair, faced away from him but knowing he’s there.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, your voice nearly drowned out by the movie. “I know I get too nervous and say weird stuff.”

“What weird stuff?” You can’t see him but you can hear the frown in his voice.

“Like…” You swallow past the lump in your throat. “Like when I first met you, I didn’t even say hi. I said sorry, for some weird reason.”

Your mouth goes dry as you recall your first embarrassing memory with Aone. The one that still keeps you up at night as you replay it, thinking about how awkward you looked and how weird he must think you are.

“That wasn’t weird,” Aone says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “People think I’m scary. They don’t sit next to me on the train and they apologise when they meet me.”

You blink at the laptop, twisting slightly so you can look at Aone. He looks back at you.

“They do?”

He nods.

“You’re not weird. You’re normal.”

Aone says it with absolute sincerity. You think on this for a moment before fully turning, facing him. Aone settles his hand on your waist, his sharp eyes locked on yours.

You’re normal.

A rush of relief floods through you and your eyes water, nearly bursting into tears again. Aone notices because he tightens his grip on you, his hand on standby to brush away any tears.

“I’m okay,” you reassure him. “I’m okay.”

And it’s true. It’s the most okay you’ve felt in a long time. A flood of affection clouds your mind and you look up at him to smile.

“Thank you for rescuing me today,” you tell him.

“Always,” Aone says seriously.

It’s only one word but it steals your breath. You feel like you’re falling. You grip onto the front of his shirt, anchoring yourself.

One word and your iron wall crumbles.

You tilt your head up until Aone’s face is only inches from yours. You’re offering yourself up, offering your heart on a platter, open and vulnerable. You close your eyes and wait, blood rushing in your ears.

Aone moves his hand up from your waist to cup your face. His skin is hot against yours and you can feel his heart beating through his chest.

“Always,” he whispers once more before he closes the gap between you.

Aone presses his lips softly against yours. Your hands snake around his torso, feeling the hard muscle of his back. His lips part yours gently, cautiously, wary not to pressure you too much. You let him, meeting his tongue with your own and melting into him.

Aone uses one arm to wrap around your back, pulling your body flush to him as his other hand grips your thigh. He tugs your leg over his, nestling his thick thigh between your legs, and pressing against your mound. You gasp lightly into his mouth.

Aone pulls back, eyes opening.

“Is this okay?” he asks, searching your face for any sign you’re uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “It’s… it feels good.”

You try hard not to grind against his thigh but when he leans down to kiss you again, you find your hips moving on their own. His firm muscle pressed against your clothed pussy makes your clit throb with need. You haven’t felt this turned on by anyone in a long time, your sex drive long since evaporated. But Aone is awakening something inside you, a heat in your stomach unfurling.

You hold onto his shoulder, solid as a rock, and grind against his thigh.

Aone trails his hand down to your hip, his grip gentle but firm.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs against your lips, reluctant to break the kiss.

“Mhmm.” You catch his bottom lip lightly between your teeth. “I’m sure.”

Aone hardens his grip on your hip, guiding you as you rub your clothed pussy against his thigh. The friction is delicious, sending little sparks up through your body and soaking the crotch of your panties and pyjama shorts. You’re forced to break the kiss to bury your face in his chest, whimpering.

He’s bringing you close to the edge, so, so close. But it’s not enough.

“More,” you practically beg him. “I need more. Please.”

Aone grunts and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs. He’s large enough that you’re spread lewdly beneath him, thighs open. It would normally make you flustered – embarrassed – but it doesn’t.

Because it’s okay. It’s Aone.

He looks at your with stars in his eyes as his hand reaches down, sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties. Your hips buck as his fingers find your swollen clit, slippery with your arousal. He traces small, featherlight touches around your sensitive bud. Aone knows his own strength and he’s always cautious of being too rough. He watches your face carefully to see your reaction, applying slightly more pressure until your nails sink into his biceps.

“There!” you gasp. “Fuck, right there. I’m so close.”

Aone listens, his cock straining against his jeans. You would normally feel your cheeks burn under the intensity of anyone’s gaze, let alone Aone’s, but you’re too caught up in the pleasure he’s giving you to care. His fingers are relentless, keeping up a steady pace, no faster or slower than exactly what you need.

When your back arches and your mouth falls open, Aone dips his head to swallow your moan, kissing you deeply through your orgasm, his fingers never stopping. It’s only when you pull away, too sensitive to continue, that he withdraws his hand.

But he can’t stop kissing you. Your soft lips and the taste of the lollipop he brought you still on your tongue. Aone knows you’ve opened yourself to him, he knows you’ve summoned every ounce of courage you have. He feels like he has a baby bird in his hands and he’s scared to hold you too tight. To crush the precious thing you’ve given him.

So when you come down from your high, he makes to roll off you, not thinking of himself or his throbbing cock.

You stop him, hands on his biceps and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“I want you,” you whisper, voice hoarse from moaning. “All of you.”

Aone searches your face for any uncertainty. He only sees your eyes alight, holding his gaze firmly. He thinks back to your first arrival in his studio, when he couldn’t even tell what your face really looked like, you kept your eyes so averted. The corner of his mouth upticks with pride.

You reach up to wrap one hand around the nape of his neck, carding your fingers through his short, white-blonde hair as your other hand reaches down to his jeans. He helps you unbutton them, tugging them down along with his boxers and throwing them both off the side of the bed. Aone straightens to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him. Tattoos decorate his thick torso, artwork following the curves and dips of his body. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, not even hiding how absolutely, completely attracted to him you are.

Aone’s expression doesn’t change much but his eyes glint and you know he’s pleased by your reaction. He reaches down, hooking his thumbs under the hem of your pyjama top and tugging it off. He gazes down at you, face soft, his eyes tracing over your body.

You’d normally be fighting the urge to cover yourself but you don’t feel the need to do that with Aone. You want him to look at you.

Aone leans down to pepper soft kisses down your neck, to your breasts. One large hand massages your tit, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It’s like your nipple is directly connected to your clit, making it throb with every touch. Aone sucks your other nipple, mouth hot against your skin as his teeth lightly graze you. It’s electrifying. You can feel yourself getting wetter, a scorching heat between your legs.

You need him inside you.

You tug on the roots of his hair gently, pulling his face back up to yours. Aone kisses you deep and slow, one hand reaching down to line his cock up with your entrance. You can feel the fat mushroom tip nudging between your folds. You pull your knees up, wrapping your legs around his hips to give him better access.

Aone pulls back from the kiss. You chase his lips with your own but he cups your cheek, holding you away.

“I want to see your face,” he says.

 He locks eyes with you and pushes himself inside.

Your mouth falls open and your brows scrunch in the middle as Aone slides his cock into your tight hole. You’re more than wet enough for him but his cock is as thick as the rest of him, stretching you with a burn that’s half pleasure, half pain. You whimper, eyes squeezing shut as Aone shallowly pumps himself inside you, going a little deeper each time. Each stroke of his cock sets your nerves on fire, sparks running through your whole body to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“Holy shit,” you grit out. “You’re – ah! – You’re so b-big.”

“Are you okay?” Aone stops still. “Are you in pain?”

You shake your head, wrapping your legs tighter around him.

“Don’t stop,” you beg him.

He gives a short nod and keeps going, slowly working himself deeper until he’s bottomed out. Aone waits there for a while, letting you adjust to the size of him. You’re desperate for more friction, your pussy clenching him tight.

“You…” He collapses onto his forearms, burying his face in your neck.

His hand tangles in your hair at the back of your head, holding you to him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes. “You’re doing so well.”

Aone’s praise sends a thrill up your spine, so reminiscent of the first time you met. He presses his mouth against the shell of your ear.

“I’m going to move, okay?” His voice is hoarse.

You nod and he starts to pull back, keeping his body pressed against yours. It should feel smothering, his large body covering yours, but instead it feels safe. Secure.

Aone keeps a steady pace, not pulling out all the way before thrusting back into you. Your greedy pussy pulling him back in every time, your plush walls squeezing him, not wanting to let him go. His cock rubs against the sensitive spot inside you, the trimmed hair at the base stroking delicious friction against your clit. The combination is indescribable. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to roll back again, your orgasm building faster than you can register.

Aone can feel it. The way your tight pussy gets even tighter, the whimpers you make from the back of your throat, the way your thighs squeeze his hips. He can’t get enough of it. He wants to last as long as possible so he can stay here forever. Stay with you, like this, forever. But the way you’re gripping him, milking his cock, makes it impossible.

“I’m gonna cum, angel,” he groans. “Cum with me.”

His words are enough to tip you over the edge. Stars burst behind your eyes. You cry out his name as your thighs tremble and your toes curl, creaming on his cock. Aone grunts, half-moaning, as buries his cock inside you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls.

You hold him close, not wanting him to leave even as his cock softens inside you. Aone stays where he is, wanting to prolong this moment as long as he can. He presses gentle kisses against your neck, hugging you close to him.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles in between kisses. “Thank you.”

You smile and catch his lips with your own.

“Always,” you whisper back.

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[clawsdevour]

༻°. aone bf hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, my shitty writing, not proofread

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-Aone, the type of boyfriend to have a hard time expressing his feelings and love towards you but he tries his best to communicate it with small but meaningful gestures. For example, he'd boldly declare his love for you with his resting serious face.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to respect all of your boundaries even if you didn't even tell him what they are. He'd easily pick up on the things that cross the line and remember these little details.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to be not very familiar with physical touch. However, he finds it cute and likes it whenever you're the one giving him your warm touch. When you're holding hands, he'd walk so stiff and try not to swing his arm from being so happy.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to immediately apologize and rights his wrongs if you end up in an argument. He'd bow down and give you the most sincere and gentle apology, wondering what went wrong and thinking about solutions to work around the hurdle.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to always show you this lighter version of himself. His facial features are more soft, he's more prone to have this cute subtle smile on his face whenever he's around you.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to turn a light pink shade whenever he feels a bit flustered or shy with you. You could be discussing about having a date and he'd be pondering about it in his mind, happy with the thought that he's able to spend private time with just you.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to be very honest and formal with your parents which makes them think that he's a very serious person also due to his resting face. They'll later find out that he's a very affectionate person through his smaller interactions and thoughtful words about you.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to shove you full of his cock to the point where he doesn't even need to find your sweet spot because he's able to hit all your spots just being inside you. Aone would also be playing between your sopping wet folds with his fingers while he's at it.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to enjoy pounding into you in a cuddling position while peppering your face with his gentle kisses. His pace is consistent until you tell him to go harder and faster to which he'd oblige in a rough manner till you finish.

-Aone, the type of boyfriend to love whenever you just lay on him with all your weight because he can't feel it with his bigger body under you. He enjoys the warmth your body radiates, wrapping his hands around your torso just basking in your scent under the sheets.

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[introloves]

not aone groaning abt how ur fingers comb thru his hair while eating u out just as if he were simply lying his head in ur lap after a long day @ work........cries (🐻‍❄️)

him not even bothering to lift his head from your sticky, wet thigh while he laps at your clit over and over. lips wrapping around your clit to suck and suck, bringing his fingers to pump in and out of you so slowly it makes you feel crazy, curling them upwards when you’re finally trembling after promising him he could have you for as long as he wants, because he’s nothing if not diligent when he has you like this.

and there’s maybe a little bit of him that wishes he could have you for a little longer, maybe that’s why he’s so slow when his thick, fat fingers push in and out of you- because he could perfectly take a nap while you shakily pull and soothe his hair back against his scalp. swollen lips pulling off your equally swollen clit to huff out a hot breath to the wet mess he’s made when your fingernails comb through his hair, petting him.

he’s usually quiet- but not when the fat of your thighs are muffling the lewd wetness his mouth makes.

happy, happy, happy- and you can see it too because his face is tired from work, but his fat cock is leaky and throbbing against the bed, and yet he chooses to close his eyes and press against your hand.

[xxstormyprincessxx]

A deep crimson painted your cheeks. Staring at the silent man in the door way, eyes wide, mouth open in surprise.

“I’m sorry I… I thought something was wrong that you were hurt I didn’t realize….” Aone said as he stared at the sight before him. You naked, legs spread, pussy on full display to him, arousal dripping down your pussy pooling on the sheets. He swallowed hard. Trying desperately to look away. He was no virgin he’d been pushed into enough college party’s that he’d had some fun. But this. He’d never expected to see Kenjis little sister like this.

-flashback-

“Big brothers in his room upstairs! I’m making lunch for you both! I’ve taken over cooking since Kenji sucks at it!” You said your bubbly personality spreading a warm feeling in the iron walls chest.

“How are you y/n? How’s school going?” Aone asked as he stepped inside sliding his shoes off and stepping onto the hard wood floor.

“I’m good! Schools almost done I’m excited! I’ve been studying hard for my finals!” You chirped back happily as you headed back to the kitchen Aone following for a second poking his head in seeing that you had cooked up several different dishes for the two men. “It’ll be ready soon. Will you please take these upstairs? I’ll be up in like 8 minutes with your plates!” You asked holding up a couple bottles of water and two bottles of soda to the large man.

“Mmhmm” was all he responded with that stoic face never altering. You watched his retreating form. Staring after the tall built man.

“No. Absolutely not. Off limits y/n. That’s your brothers best fucking friend. That’s like the ultimate sibling treason.” You said softly to yourself as you turned and plated the food. A soft sigh left your lips as you climbed the stairs. “OI KENJI OPEN THE DOOR MY HANDS ARE FULL!” You shouted punctuating the statement by knocking your foot against the door.

“Thanks sis. It smells incredible! After this I’m gonna go out and grab a couple things for tonight aones gonna come with me. Do you want anything special for the movie night?” Your brother asked staring down at you.

“Uhm. Could you grab f/d and maybe some f/s if it isn’t too much trouble!” You said as you looked at your brother hopeful.

“You got it y/n/n! I’ll let you know when we head out okay?” Nodding, you headed down cleaning up the kitchen and taking your plate to your room. After about an hour you heard your brother yell “leaving be back soon!” As he shut the front door. Taking that as your cue you headed for the bathroom planning on showering before the men got back.

“Why can’t you be thinner, prettier, better?” You stared into the mirror at your reflection. Shame swelling in your chest you hated what stared back. Hated how you look. You’d always been made fun of for your weight. Sighing you turned for the shower. As the water relaxed your muscles a thought drifted into your mind. A thought of your brother’s best friend. Naked. Wet from the shower. Pressing you against the wall desperately fucking you into the surface. Unconsciously your hand slowly dropped to your pussy fingers dipping in and rubbing against your tingling clit.

“Ha. Fuck.” Dropping your head against the shower wall you felt heat pooling in your belly. Turning the shower off you quickly dried and darted to your room naked as you had forgotten to grab your clothes. Unknown to you you weren’t alone.

“A-Aone f-fuck.” You groaned as your fingers returned to their early adventure. Desperately you rub at your clit sliding your finger on the other hand into your pussy moaning loudly. “F-fuck. A-Aone need you.” You whined imagining the large man’s hands wandering your body shoving his fingers into your weeping cunt. Loud moans left your lips when suddenly your door slammed open. Aone stood frozen.

-present-

Your face flushed crimson as dread suddenly filled your stomach. How much had he heard?! Oh god what did your brother hear?! These thoughts whirled around your brain when suddenly you realized how incredibly naked you were pussy still very much on display to Aone. Quickly you snatched your blanket covering your naked form.

“Did. Did Kenji hear me?” You asked cautiously. “How much did YOU hear?” Fear bubbling in your chest moving the blanket to cover your entire body shame pouring through your veins.

“He didn’t hear anything. He isn’t here. I on the other hand.” He started as he stepped into your room turning and shutting the door. “Heard you beg for me. Heard you in the shower. Heard you in here.” He grumbled still facing the door. Turmoil raging inside him. On one hand you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d always wanted you. Wanted to be your everything. On the other hand you were still a year underage. Still a child. Still Kenjis baby sister. Gripping the door handle you heard him utter “no. It’s wrong. Lusting after you. Wanting you to lust for me. To love me.”

He pulled your door open moving to exit the room knowing he was doing the right thing. Knowing walking away was right. Stealing one last glance over his shoulder he saw you, shock and pain on your beautiful features, tears lining your lashes. This is right, she’s. I can’t. It’s not right. He thought painfully as he walked into the hallway. It hurt. Fuck did it hurt. He might be the iron wall but that doesn’t mean his heart is made of iron. He stopped just before the guest bedroom door. His heart ached. Ached to have you, hold you, touch you, love you. To love you as no other had, to please you as no man could.

“A-Aone” your soft voice called from your door way. Blanket still wrapped around your small chubby frame. “A-Aone. Can. Can I talk to you?” Your meek voice barely loud enough to hear but he heard you. Slowly you watched him approach your room again. Towering above you like a steel structure. Powerful muscles tense as he holds onto the top of the door frame.

“I. I’m sorry. I should have made sure you weren’t here. I thought you left. I’m really embarrassed that you heard let alone saw me doing something so shameful.” You stared at both of your feet. “I truly am sorry and if you want we can act as if this never happened.” You finished unable to meet his gaze.

Silence filled the room. You kept your head down as Aone stared down at your form. Your bare shoulders slightly shaking. Were you crying? Scared maybe? After a moment of hesitation he reached under your face grabbing your chin.

“Look at me.” He said. It wasn’t a statement but a command. You just shook your head, you couldn’t face him. “I said look at me. NOW.” The last word punctuated with a slight pressure under your chin. Looking up you were met with a very stoic Aone. More stoic than normal.

“Wha-“ you started but were cut off by Aone’s lips pressing against yours his hand moving to the back of your head. A look of shock crossed your face your mind momentarily blank. He pulled back looking in your eyes. “Sorry. That was wrong.” He said standing up to his full height. With zero thought your hands let go of the blanket covering your plush form and grasped the front of his shirt pulling him down into a heated kiss.

“If it’s wrong I don’t want to be right.” You mumbled against his slightly chapped lips pulling him as close as you could feeling his hands roam down your back gently cupping your ass in both hands. “Me neither.” He rumbled back voice dropping a few octaves.

Before you could say anything you felt yourself being led towards your bed before being gently pushed onto your back.

“Thought of you. For so long. Thought of what your beautiful body looked like what your sweet little pussy looked like. How it would feel wrapped around my cock. How you’d sound as you came. How you tasted.” He said with no hint of shame. This was the most you’d heard the silent man speak. It was hotter than expected.

“Me too.” Was your only reply as he dropped to his knees in front of you, pushing your thighs wide before delving into your sweet pussy. Tongue lapping at your clit and juices like a man starved. “So good” he groaned as he continued to plunder your pussy. Moaning loudly your fingers tangled in his hair desperately pushing his face into your dripping cunt. “Please. M’close. Please Aone. Need it. Want to cum for you.” You pleaded all shame gone. All you could think of was Aone.

“So good pretty girl. Taste so good. Wanna cum for me?” He watched your beautiful face contort in pleasure as he slid his large fingers into you. Curling them just inside of your entrance he watched you arc beautifully. He knew what he hit and he was gonna keep hitting it. Pressing his fingers into it he began licking at your clit quickly as he continued to work your gspot.

“So good. So so good.” You chanted repeatedly. You could feel an intense sensation hitting you. After a couple minutes of it building you realized something. It wasn’t an orgasm building. You were gonna piss. “A-AONE STOP M-GONNA MAKE A MESS STOP PLEASE!” You pleaded but he didn’t listen. Did you not realize what was happening? Had no man ever made you squirt before? Had you never been truly pleased by a partner?

“Not a chance sweet girl.” He grumbled as he watched tears form in your eyes. The look of fear was both upsetting and arousing. “Can’t control, gonna make a mess. Please please st-GAH” before you could finish your statement a loud moan was ripped from your throat. You watched as Aone was nailed in the face with what you thought was piss.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry Aone I told you to stop. I couldn’t stop it!” You began apologizing as you went to grab something to wipe him off with.

“Turn over. Face down. Ass up.” You halted in your movements as you looked back watching him lick your arousal off his fingers as he used his other hand to yank his belt out of the loops of his jeans.

“Come on pretty girl. Face down ass up.” He repeated watching as you moved, enjoying the dazed look in your eyes. “Was that your first time squirting baby?” He asked as he stared down at your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Is. Is that what I did? I’ve never done that.” You said embarrassed. Looking back best you could you saw the blush on Aones face.

“To be honest I’ve only been with one person and he was awful.” You said watching his eyes widen. “I’ve never felt this good.” You said softly whimpering as Aone ran his fingers up your slit admiring how wet you were. All for him. You were dripping for him and him alone.

“Can I take you?” He asked averting his gaze a deep crimson painting his face even his ears were tinged pink.

“After everything you just did to me, making me squirt for the first time, giving me the best orgasm I’d ever had. Now you’re asking if you can take me?” Standing up suddenly you moved in front of the tall man before shoving him onto his back. “Let me show you how much I want you” you said slyly pulling his pants and boxers down and off of him. You watched him sit up long enough to remove his shirt before laying back.

“Show me baby girl. Show me how much you want me.” He said his voice sounding so seductive it sent jolts straight down to your fluttering core. Dropping to your knees and all in one go you took half his member down your throat choking and gagging.

“Fuck. Holy shit baby. Look at you. Where’d you learn to do this? Fuck.” He moaned out as your throat constricted around his tip. Staring up at him you began bobbing your head quickly rubbing what you couldn’t choke down. Watching him fall apart was the best thing ever. Even hotter than your fantasies. Even hotter than his.

“Taste incredible” you said sliding off his dick with a very lewd popping sound. “Now. Let me show you how good I really am.” You said a silky sultry edge to your voice. Climbing up you positioned yourself directly above his dick and in one swift drop he was fully sheathed inside you.

“Fuuuuuuuck” you both moaned loudly. Giving yourself a second to adjust you whined when you felt large hands grip your hips with bruising force. Experimentally you rolled your hips watching Aones face absolutely contort with sheer bliss. Moaning softly you lifted yourself up slightly rolling your hips. A desperate whine falling from your lips. You continued this motion bouncing up and down rolling your hips as you rode Aones dick like a porn star.

“Fuck. Look at you baby. Look at your tight little cunt taking all of me. Fuck can’t believe I have you. Fuck never gonna let you go.” He said between loud moans. Your whines and moans joined his as you began grinding your hips on his. His dick filling you like you’d never been filled before.

“M’sorry baby girl.”

“Wha-“ you started before you were suddenly on your back legs on Aones shoulders and he was desperately pounding your pussy like it owed him money. A scream erupted from your lips, his name like a mantra a prayer that would save you from eternal damnation. “Fuck so good. So big. So fucking full.” You whine loudly as you dug your nails into his back.

“Who do you belong to slut.” He demanded “who owns this tight little pussy?!” He asked as he began rubbing your clit.

“Gah. You! You Aone I belong to you baby. Only you.” You said desperately wanting to cum for him again.

“Who makes you feel this good?! Who stuffs that cute little pussy, makes it squirt all over?” He growled out as he bent down sinking his teeth into the flesh of your collarbone.

“You. You make me feel this good only you fill it up so good making a mess of it!” You moaned out. The fucked out expression on your face damn near pushed Aone right over the edge, sinking is teeth into his tongue to help hold off his orgasm just a little longer he began rubbing your clit faster.

“Cum for me sweet girl.” He growled out growling as your walls seized up and your back arched off your bed a cry of his name on your soft lips. The image of you was enough and with one last deep thrust he buried his dick in you painting your insides white with his cum. Your name falling from his lips.

“So good beautiful.” He mumbled leaning down to capture your lips in a soul snatching kiss. Slowly he moved off of you standing to grab his underwear. “I’m gonna go grab my shorts okay?” He said as he walked down to the guest room. When he returned shorts on with no shirt showing his toned muscles and deep scratch marks from your nails he stopped. There you sat hair tucked into a messy half assed bun, short f/c shorts and his shirt. You were in his shirt. It clung in all the right places hugged your curves in a sinful manner.

“I know what we just did was wrong” he started, watching as your head shot up staring him in the face a flash of pain in your eyes. Before you could stop it tears began brimming your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I never should have. I should have controlled myself.” You said looking down so he wouldn’t see the hot tears threatening to spill down your red cheeks. “We can act like this never happened” you said your voice wavering as you said it. Truth be told you never wanted to forget this. It was the best thing to happen to you.

“No. That’s not what I mean. I know what we did was really wrong. Like should be absolutely ashamed wrong. As in your brothers going to kill me if he finds out wrong.” He said holding your chin so you had to look him in the eyes.

“But I’d do it again. And if you’ll have me I’d like to keep doing this with you. When you cry I want to wipe your tears, when you are hungry I want to be the one bringing and cooking food with and for you. When you say I love you I want to be the one you say it too. I love you. I have for so long. I refused to admit it. Your my best friends little sister but I can’t keep lying to myself.” He finished. A look of shock crossed your face. That’s not at all what you thought he was gonna say.

“Oh Aone. I love you so much you big softy.” You said pulling him down into a warm comforting kiss.

“You’re right. I am going to fucking kill you.” You heard an agitated voice from behind Aone. Freezing you peered around your now boyfriend’s large form as he peered over his shoulder. There stood Kenji. Looking mad as hell taking in the scene of his shirtless best friend holding his little sister in his arms. He realized you were in Aone’s shirt. “I leave you here with her and you go and sleep with my sister? Are you serious? She isn’t some toy Takanobu Aone.” Your brother seethed from gritted teeth.

“Ken-“

“You stay the fuck out of this. We will talk later.” Your brother snarled at you with a look that the devil himself would shrink under.

“Don’t speak to my girlfriend like that Kenji. I don’t appreciate you disrespecting her especially in front of me.” Aone said eerily calm as he moved to shield you.

“Girlfriend?” Kenji asked incredulously. Staring at his Stoney faced friend.

“Yes. Girlfriend. I love her. And you can’t stop us from seeing each other.” He said making it clear he wasn’t gonna let Kenji stop you two.

“Hurt her. And I’ll make good on your worry of me killing you Takanobu Aone.” Your brother said before his face softened.

“Y/n/n please tell me if he’s ever an ass and I’ll kick his ass for you.” Your brother said rather playfully as he strode away. Aone turned to face you staring at your stoic expression.

“Are you okay my love?” He asked softly. Nodding you stood.

“Let’s go get dinner made. We have movies to watch.” You said your bubbly personality bursting forth as you pulled your boyfriend by the hand. Sometimes the most unexpected things happen. This. This was one of those times.

[ushijimaschubbs]

your husband who misses you so much at work that he finds an excuse to call you to his office but ends up pressing your legs against your shoulders on his desk as he rams into you aggressively, sloppy kisses occasionally and does not stop until he fucks you dumb to the extent you're blabbering his name through your orgasm.

-NANAMI,toji, higurama, geto

-daichi, KUROO, iwaizumi, bokuto, aone, TENDOU

[cannniballcutie]

thinking about ur fav big nasty perv man who loves infiltrating his cute little gfs hyperfeminine aesthetic. but i’m also horny.

you love it when your boyfriend comes over. you love it when he leaves his shoes by your pastel pink door. you love it when he lays on your couch, the dust from his blue collar job leaving its home on his pants to settle onto your cushions. you love when he kisses you, ruining your carefully glossed lips, and making your breath smell like the nasty alcohol he was drinking before he paid you a visit, even though you brushed your teeth with bubblegum toothpaste so you could taste sweet for him. you love it when he uses his calloused hands to take one of your sweet throw pillows and put it under your knees, pausing to knead your soft thighs, digging his dirty fingernails into them and leaving small crescent moons. you love when he pushes you onto his hardening cock as he palms himself, and you feel him fondle the bow on the back of your head sweetly, noticing you wore one in his favorite color just for him. you love how he laughs when you try to unbuckle his heavy belt without damaging your carefully manicured nails. your soft pleas music to his ears. (of course he aids you by swiftly unbuckling himself and putting his belt around your perfumed neck, tangling your dainty jewelry as he secured it in two quick movements.) you love it when he lets you take him into your mouth as far as you can go before he helps you and pulls you further onto his cock with his belt. your carefully applied mascara running down your cheeks. which are flushed just the way he likes. you love it when he pulls you off of his dick before he finishes, leaning in to pull your delicate tank top down, accidentally breaking your favorite necklace, the one with his initial dangling from it (he apologized so sweetly) before he finishes on your chest. you love it when he picks you up and lays you on the couch, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of you while you lie there prettily, hoping that he’ll show his friends what a pretty mess you are for him. you love it when your boyfriend comes over, and you hope he comes back again soon, but not too soon, so you have time to make yourself pretty enough to be ruined.

thinking bout toji, sukuna, aone, könig, and ghost (=^･ω･^=)

also pls lemme know if u wanna hear smth else from me.. i’m all ears for my angels 🌬️

[pure-smut]

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[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓣𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓞𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

You turn the lights out everytime the two of you have sex. Even before your clothes come off you turn the lights out. He knows it's not him because you marvel at his body as he takes his shirt off, his muscles rippling under the fabric as he slowly uncovers himself. Your eyes glimmer and mouth hangs open, and you marvel. But he cannot say the same for you. He has never seen you. 

Part of him understands that nudity might scare people. Not just another's, but rather oneself’s. Part of him recognises that with a body that the modern bibles deemed unworthy, finding the ability to accept that someone longs to see it is hard. This part knows the process takes time… 

But there's another part. The one that in the darkness, runs his hands down the soft flesh, fingers digging into the fatty thighs, palms pressing into your rounded tummy, lips closing around the little nub of your nipple while the rest of his face squishes into your breast. The part of him that has the violent topography of your body mapped out in his fingertips, whispers to his eyes of your beauty. Of a lush land of hills and peaks, valleys and crevices, all waiting to be explored, waiting to be admired. 

He longs to see the way your mouth falls open when he pushes his cock into your tight hole. Longs to know the contrasts between the colour of his skin and yours when his fingers wrap around your throat. Craves the knowledge that is granted by sight – sight that he is robbed of as you once again, reach out, and turn off the light…

But, a patient man knows, the greatest gift lies in comfort. So whenever you are comfortable – no matter how long it takes – he will reach out, and turn the light back on… 

— Daichi, Asahi, Iwaizumi, AONE, Ushijima, NANAMI, Geto, Megumi, MAKOTO, Rin

[introloves]

Hi remi, would you mind doing some kink headcanons for Aone ?

OF COURSE <3

i think with his stature and build, he has to come with some sort of size kink. he’s always been known as being dependable and big, inherently- there’s something that gets him going when he sees someone smaller than him struggle to take it all. letting his hands wander to their wrist to keep them pinned when they squirm too much because they agreed to this, they told him to give him everything he has and now they’re sobbing and turning their head left and right while his heavy cock splits them open.

another is casual dominance. his tummy turns in the best way when you look up at him for reliance, wondering if it’s okay to do things and getting reassurance by him with just a glance. likes the feeling of being dependable, an unspoken agreement between the two of you settled at all times. likes the fact that just a look from him melts away any anxieties or worries, because at the end of the day he’s there for you.

lastly, overstimulation. he’s always excelled at anything he’s put his mind to- and your pleasure is just another one of those things that come so easy to him. he’s kind, but when you’re underneath him and begging he can get a sort of mean streak that he knows you don’t mind when he’s making you make a mess over and over- through broken whines and moans.

[kyuuppi]

Big beefy himbos are mentally incapable of understanding how huge their cocks are compared to your little holes and I think that's beautiful

[jinchuls]

𝒴𝑒𝓈, 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 ₊˚✩

ᡣ𐭩 various knight!character x fem!reader

includes 𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou (nsfw), ojiro aran (nsfw - marking), takanobu aone

notes 𝜗𝜚 repost from previous blog, mdni

𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 was the most responsible man assigned to you. No matter your request, big or small, he would execute them with perfection and a quiet “Yes, Your Highness.” He’d bow his head, stand close and make sure every step you take is safe. For the longest time, he seemed to have no interest in anything other than your father’s expectations of him. Not in you, or his fellow knights–he’d perform as he should but no more. You hated it. You hated the lack of attention, the simple responses and the silence as he stood at your side and, most of all, you hated how the small acts, the brief moments your eyes would meet and how those three words would make your heart skip. As you ignore the burning in your chest whenever he is near, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. You’re oblivious to the shake in his voice when he does quietly respond to you and you don’t notice the gleam in his eyes when yours meet his–you look away before you can notice the red tinge painting his cheeks–and you had no idea the silence was caused by his pure inability to string sentences together in your presence. He wanted to, he wanted to hear your voice every second of the day or be the cause of your laugh. It’s your outburst one night that changes the course of your relationship, that starts something that would result in Hajime’s certain dismissal, with tears welling in your eyes and the frustration clear on your face you confess every emotion weighing down on your heart hoping, praying, he felt the same. He can hear his own heartbeat as it quickens, the pounding in his chest so loud he fears you can hear it from your position across the room; his face reddens again–you have to hide your smile to spare him any more embarrassment–and he begins to stutter. If he had found it difficult to speak around you, it worsened in that moment, but it was clear, no matter what the future would hold for your heart, your feelings were mirrored by your knight.

𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖 had mastered the art of trickery. In your family's eyes, he was the perfect candidate to keep you safe. He was that man, amongst all of his peers he was one of the strongest and most capable men that your parents could trust–he’d perfected their vision of him which only presented him every opportunity to show you the less professional sides of him. He was the man he allowed everyone to see but he was also the man able to rile you up, in all the right ways, with a lingering stare and a mischievous glint in his eyes or the touch of his fingers against the nape of your neck as he struggled with the clasp of your necklace. Your attraction to him was unheard of; you’d be ridiculed by anyone that found out. A member of the royal family and their knight? It was an impossible match Supposedly. They only thought that way because they didn’t know what happened when the door was closed; when the knight’s barrack was empty or any other moment the two of you found yourselves alone. There would be no more talk of the incompatibility of royals with anyone of lower status if they knew the way you’d find yourself bouncing on his cock as night settles around the palace. Or how you’d bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping you as he held your waist and the rhythmic movement of his hips had your legs shaking as each precise thrust pushed against every nerve sending you one step closer to bliss. None of it mattered, they could whisper and they could plan your betrothal: they would never know how comforted you felt wrapped in his arms or how protected you knew you were simply walking through the halls of your own home. No one could ruin what had been created and no one would ever know. Outside of your shared secret, all that was seen was your gentle orders directed at him, your voice soft but stern–as it was with every individual under your command–and his return the usual, the formal response everyone was expected to utter but his with a sly, subtle flirtation that left your legs weaks beneath you: “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑶𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒏 was perfect. Cheerful, strong, intelligent and, most important of all, able to cope with the incessant issues caused by the Miya twins (the knights assigned to your siblings. Days seemed to pass quicker when he was there; whenever time appeared to slow, he would be there to keep you company. There was no such thing as a dull moment when he was at your side. From the moment you met him, he was far too easy to get along with. Solid lines engraved in your mind were fading; the lessons taught to you as a young noble were forgotten and the very nature of the expected relationship between knight and noble was lost. You had never been happier. “Aran.” You’d whisper, fingernails digging into the skin of his arm; your head fell back against the pillows as he kissed your neck softly. “I know,” His voice would be no louder than yours, “Not where they can be seen.” With a kiss to your collarbone, he’d look between your bodies at the littering of fading marks he’d left the last time he’d had you in his arms. Across your chest, your thighs, anywhere where they would be hidden from eyes you did not trust. As always, he’d make a comment about how you looked beautiful with the evidence of him. And, as usual, it doesn’t take long before he’s darkening existing marks, kissing your chest. Biting your skin softly to hear those sweet sounds he adored, and leave behind reminders of the night for you to find the next morning. With more scattered across your skin, he’d sit up to look down at his masterpiece as you reached up for him, missing the warmth of his body closer to you. Your quiet mewls were heaven to hear. A smile sat on his face as he leaned down, chest against you and his lips grazing yours. He’d still, hips pressed to yours forcing whimpers from your throat–a silent cry for more–you’re too lost in ecstasy to give it up now. “Please.” You whisper, eyes meeting his. He grins, hands softly holding your waist as he slowly pulls his hips away again. “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 𝑨𝒐𝒏𝒆 was quiet. From the day he was assigned as your personal guard, he’d barely uttered a word to you or to anyone. He’d simply nod his head to accept any order you sent his way and, miraculously, he’d found a way to relay any message from you wordlessly. You envied those able to understand the behaviour you’d never seen before and you found yourself wanting to be among those he seemed close to. You would watch his fellow knights approach him; you’d watch how Futakuchi would speak to the man and reiterate his silence into words during group conversations whilst you were left in confusion. Day in and day out, you’d find yourself watching him and the little interactions he would have with those around him, occasionally catching his perfectly gentle nature with small animals that roamed the palace gardens. You were certain he could feel your eyes on him but he never seemed to care; you knew words had got to him that you had been asking those he spoke to often to tell you about him but he never stopped your interest. And, as time passed, you found your curiosity had grown into something much more. You’d look away quickly when he would turn his head in your direction, eyes suddenly focused on the tea in front of you. Aone was quiet. Almost too quiet. But the red of his cheeks, that you caught for just a few seconds, was loud. You clear your throat, fearing your voice could break as you try once more to encourage a conversation with him. “The weather is lovely today,” you grip the teacup tightly, closing your eyes and wincing in the embarrassment, that wasn’t what you’d wanted to say. “Would you,” you quieten, looking anywhere other than where he is stood. “Would accompany me on a walk?” He waits a moment and you glance up, expecting to see a small nod, as always. He meets your eye, a soft smile on his face as he does so. “Yes, Your Highness.”

[ridiculouslly-ridiculous]

Thinking about my oblivious beefy boyfie 😔

Various aged up! HQ characters x Fem! Reader

^^not a suggestion. I will NOT hesitate to block you if I see that you are a minor or an ageless blog. Put your age in your bio or consider yourself blocked. I blocked well over 20 ageless blogs last time I posted smut.

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize how fucking hung he is

Oblivious boyfie! whose cock you take so well every time he fucks you into oblivion

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize the only reason you take him so well is because he makes sure to properly eat you out and make you cum at least once before he drills his cock into you

Oblivious boyfie! who has only been with you and has fallen madly in love with you and your pussy

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize he’s above average size and girth until his friends see it while he was changing

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends have to break the news to him

Oblivious boyfie! who nonchalantly tells his friends that you, his pretty little girlfriend, takes it with such ease so he always thought he was average

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends get jealous of your boyfriend for many reasons: 1, his size; 2, that he has you

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends also feel their cocks twitch imagining you, their best friends sweet girlfriend, taking your boyfriends fat cock and imagining how well you could take theirs

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends now have to avoid you for a while

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends have no idea they could never fuck you the way your boyfriend can

Oblivious boyfie! who fucks you til you’ve at least cummed on his cock twice, and maybe squirted

Oblivious boyfie! who matches your drive, energy, and always knows the right things to say to have you creaming all over his cock

Oblivious boyfie! who might’ve been the only cock you’ve ever taken, but it’s the only one you can ever see yourself needing

Bokuto, Osamu, Daichi, Ushijima, Meian, Ukai, Aone, Asahi, Iwazumi, your beefy fave <3

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Masterlist! ❤

❤ haikyuu !

hinata

- what a slut | ❝where Hinata suggests using a vibrator in public...❞

kageyama

- you're pretty when you cry | ❝you always thought kageyama would be a pretty crier, so why not put that theory to the test?❞

- studying session | ❝in need of tutoring, kageyama goes to you who oh so kindly agrees to help them. but there's a catch❞

- such a tease | ❝teasing kageyama is always fun, especially if it has something to do with him cockwarming you.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

tsukishima |

yamaguchi |

bokuto |

kuroo

- good girls are bad girls (that haven't been caught) | ❝you have to tutor Kuroo, the school's infamous fuckboy, but the situation escalates into something else ❞

oikawa |

kenma

- embarrassing... | ❝kenma humps your thigh in the men's volleyball locker room—where anyone can hear❞

- jealousy, jealousy | ❝jealousy gets the best of you when you see Kenma being flirted on so you can't help it when it leads to some jealous sex...❞

ushijima |

atsumu

- pathetic | ❝you just can't help being mean to your pathetic, little, boyfriend❞

osamu |

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : lev w/ a size kink // kageyama w/ touching in public // riding tsukishima // edging oikawa // yandere!kageyama // pegging bokuto // pegging atsumu // punishing kuroo // goshiki cumming untouched // fisting w/ kageyama // pampering midoriya after a bad day // sub!yan!oikawa who loves your praise // tsukishima cumming untouched // bratty nishinoya //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

- who loves to be marked?

❤ my hero academia !

midoriya

- impatient | ❝you're busy but midoriya is horny, so he takes matters into his own hands❞

- bite me, baby! | ❝midoriya gets his blood sucked by you, a vampire, and maybe enjoys it a little too much❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

- money, money, money | ❝you just love spoiling your sugar daddy❞

bakugou

- stripper!bakagou hcs

todoroki

- awoken | ❝whines and whimpers wake you up as you find out shoto has been humping your thigh in your sleep❞

kirishima |

kaminari

- shocking! | ❝where you use your boyfriend's quirk against him in a way he doesn't expect❞

- putting on a show | ❝you've been treating denki so well lately whether its buying all the luxury items he wants or taking him out to all the fancy restaurants around. so he thinks it's time for him to repay you back and what's better than having him put on a show for you wearing some sexy lingerie?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

iida

- behind closed doors | ❝there's obvious sexual tension between you and your rival, iida, but no way you would fuck "mr. perfect" right?❞

- your own private show | ❝you catch iida masturbating and he puts on a show for you❞

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : werewolf!reader in rut (midoriya) // naga!reader using their tail to choke (kaminari) // naga!reader w/ size kink (midoriya) // iida secretly masturbating // iida w/ werewolf!reader // pussydrunk!izuku // izuku w/ rimming // riding bakugo // overstimulating todoroki // bratty!bakugo // masochist!iida //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

- who loves to be marked?

❤ chainsaw man !

denji

- bark for me | ❝denji just loves it when you treat him like a dog and tug on his leash.❞

aki

- clouded with lust | ❝aki finds himself in the hands of the lust devil who takes an interest in him.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : denji w/ lust devil // aki w/ lust devil // fucking aki on the kitchen counter //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ demon slayer !

tanjiro

- 7 minutes in hell | ❝tanjiro is just so innocent and adorable that you can't help be mean to him when the two of you are paired up for 7 minutes in heaven.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

zenitsu

- open your mouth, pretty boy | ❝who knew that the nerd in your english class would be a virgin and that they would be so fun to corrupt?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

rengoku |

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : whiny!zenitsu w/ breeding kink //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ jujutsu kaisen !

itadori

- challenged accepted | ❝you've given your boyfriend a challenge: go through the day with a vibrator in him. he's sure he'll complete it with ease but he realizes it may not be as easy as he thought.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

megumi |

gojo

- such a flirt | ❝gojo is such a flirt and sometimes he gets too close to other people to rile you up. lucky for him, it works every time.❞

- heat it up! | ❝gojo loves being a brat and by the amount of times he has been one, he's gotten use to your punishments. so you decided to try something new on him.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

- my kind of present | ❝Gojo surprises you for Christmas with a present: him.❞

geto

- down the chimney! | ❝in which chimmy is the euphemism for geto's throat as you're face fucking him.❞

sukuna

- king of curses? ha! | ❝sukuna is the king of curses! he's supposed to be strong, in control. so how did he end up kneeling before you, a mere human?❞

toji

- cat's got your tongue? | ❝toji tries to dominate you and his plan backfires.❞

nanami

- a househusband's duty | ❝after coming home from a hard day at work, your househusband surprises you by wearing a maid outfit. though he's annoyed that you're late so how about you bend him over the kitchen counter and eat him out to make up for it?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : gojo w/ a vibrator in public // punishing gojo w/ overstimulation //geto being a good boy for you // overstimulated gojo // megumi w/ feminization // pussydrunk!geto // brat!gojo & good boy!geto // fucking geto over gojo // brat!sukuna // soft sex w/ nanami // overstimulating gojo //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ miscellaneous !

- smile for the camera! ♡

- give a twirl!

- submissive good boys

- bratty disobedient subs

- adorable puppy boys

- overworked pillow princes

- on the naughty list! ♡

- turning pretty boys to mush

- naughty boys w/ a scent kink

More animes tba?...

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Last-Minute Plans

Ushijima x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)

Words: ~ 1,5 k

About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~

"It fits,"

he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.

Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.

He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.

Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.

The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.

His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.

He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.

"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.

"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.

"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.

"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.

"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"

You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.

"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.

"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.

Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.

"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.

"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.

He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.

You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.

"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.

"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.

As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.

A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.

"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?

"Sleep well, my love."

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Aone Takanobu x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Date-Tech Fic Rec Masterlist

Nosebleed ✨✨✨💖by WritingTheInserts(oneshot, fluff, humor) All the important moments of your life started with a nosebleed. [COMPLETED]

The Lightest Touch✨✨ by @seokiloquy (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) you have a birthmark/tattoo of the place where your soulmate first touches you and it slowly fades over 24 hours until it’s gone.[COMPLETED]

Perfect ✨by @volleyboys-n-girls (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) The words first spoken by your soulmate are tattooed on your skin. For you, you were lucky right there. [COMPLETED]

soulmate au ✨by @pies-writes-and-more (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) The words first spoken by your soulmate are tattooed on your skin. [COMPLETED]

gentle by @teamatsumu (oneshot, fluff)he’s not the same with you as he is with everyone else.[COMPLETED]

High Priestess✨ by theunluckycanuck (orphan_account) (oneshot, arranged marriage, smut) You were the priestess of the east and he was a monk of the west, in order to bring good fortune you had to meet and become a union. What brought forth was more than just marriage.[COMPLETED]

The Scarf by starryiedd (oneshot, fluff)she finds the scarf in her locker, she didn't expect any of the events that followed.[COMPLETED]

A Gentle Silence✨ by Amoralyn (crushes, love letters, fluff, oneshot)How does he really feel about me? Does he want to be my friend, or more? And how long can I pretend that I’m happy with just being friends?[COMPLETED]

Eighth Wonder by abswrites (oneshot, fluff)Aone knows he looks scary. Hell, he sees his own face in the mirror every morning. But here you are, chattering away next to him without a care.[COMPLETED]

Sound of Silence by @dira333/Fogfire (oneshot)What happens if you, with your sharp tongue and sweet features, meet Aone, the grim looking sweetheart everyone seems to be afraid of?[COMPLETED]

A Good Man ✨by @dira333/Fogfire (oneshot, fluff)You'd known he'd be a good father, a good husband, a good man. You'd known all along.[COMPLETED]

The Class Rep and the Wall by Teapots_and_Teacups (oneshot, fluff)Aone takes a moment to help out an underclassman.You aren't scared by the gentle giant.[COMPLETED]

Soft, sweet, and light✨ by @write-haikyuu (oneshot, fluff) Aone Takanobu loves dessert. But he loves you more.[COMPLETED]

what he's looking for by flying_siphonophore (oneshot, smut, fluff)...he wonders if you’re wearing shorts under that…. if you’re wearing those cute underwear you bought the other day…. or if he ran his hand underneath he’d find nothing separating his hand from you.[COMPLETED]

Train Ride | Aone Takanobu/Reader ✨✨by @thisnoodlewritesao3 (oneshot, fluff)Aone had never been more thankful of the people who avoided him on the trains, especially when they gave him something as amazing as you.[COMPLETED]

Trepidation Overlooked by introher (masturbation, friend to lovers)aone masturbates to the thought of you, alone and in his room are where his fantasies run wild.[COMPLETED]

Lover's play by @dira333/ Fogfire(friends to lovers, oneshot)[COMPLETED]