#daichi x me

[kingdaddydaichi]

but like...

daichi slamming into you but SLOW. drawing his cock almost all the way out, moaning your name as his mouth falls open, your tight, creamy cunt sucking his fat dick so good before he snaps his hips flush with yours again.

daichi's coarse fingertips dimpling the plush of your hips with one hand as he grips the headboard w the other. his heavy balls are smacking against your clit, wet with your combined pre.

you arch your back for him, preen for him. you whimper his name like a pathetic whore in heat, presenting yourself to the most basic, carnal beast inside of him

and it fucking works.

daichi drapes his larger body over your back, the pressure of his weight only feeding into your impending orgasm. he wraps his fist around the longest part of your hair and insists that you cum for him. and who are you to deny your devoted husband and father of your children?

you obey, squeezing and squealing...clenching and crying out as you come apart around him, repeatedly telling him how much you love him.

"baby, you know i love you too," he huffs, slamming his hips against your ass with sharp, wet slaps of skin. "love you more than anything..." he almost sounds drunk now. "...so good, nhhn~ love you so much~" he groans, spilling his thick seed inside you as his trembling hips push hard against your bottom.

[ilovejeansosomuch]

Why the FUCK is the top for every hashtag smut PLEASSE ENOUGH IM TIRED OF THIS

[pedanticat]

UNEXPECTED FRIENDSHIPS MY BELOVED!!!! I'M A SUCKER FOR THIS TROPE!

[natriae]

thinking about this video but with your fav haikyuu character (video is at the end)

Thinking about your fav haikyuu character working at a restaurant with shirtless men with bow ties and tight black pants. They preform and the thing that put them on the map were their topless waiter shots.

Built. Strong. Topless. Men serving you shots through a syringe.

He leans you back on your seat, brushes some of your hair out of the way, and leans down close enough that you can feel his nose brushing against yours. He gives you a look that says ' you can do it, baby' as the shot drips into your mouth, and suddenly it felt a lot more heated then just a shot. He leaned down a little bit more allowing his bulge to brush against your cunt before getting off of you. He gives you a small wink before walking back behind the bar. Before you and your friends left he slipped a small note in your hand with his number one it.

Next to his number was written 'you felt that too? ;)'

[thatfanficauthor107]

okay but, if Daisuga (and this also fits Tsukkiyama) wasn’t a relationship and was just queer platonic or smth, theyre the type of besties to do all that couple shit still.

movie night/sleepover with friends? theyre cuddling 100% in public? some levels of pda, linking pinkies, holding hands, ect texting? <3 and (couple) tiktoks ‘us?’ buying each other gifts ‘just cause’ ‘it made me think of you’ ‘you mentioned you liked these’ saying ‘i love you’ platonically (“platonically”) and other displays of affection n shit

and it confuses the shit out of their team for aaages. ‘are they a couple or not? they say they arent…’

[mitsuas-coffee-shop]

𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎: 04/16/2024 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎: Hotcakes with strawberry jam 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚃𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙻 (𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝): $726

You don't really know what got into you this morning as soon as your eyes laid on the clock signaling two hours before getting to your work place. You really don't know why you got up with a sudden need to cook... But what exactly did you want to cook?

You looked through your mini recipe book you always kept safe on your phone's notes.

Something salty? An omelette? Fruit? A smoothie? Strawberry smoothie?! You were close, your mouth drooling at the thought of every dish you got remember, but still couldn't find the perfect one.

"Hotcakes! Got it!" You whisper-shouted glad to finally know what you've been secretly craving for, careful to do not wake up your partner, who had told you last night has had a rough week. So now that's finally his day off, you could make a little treat for the both of you.

You put on your apron and started taking the ingredients as fast and as silently you could, getting everything done an hour later.

Now the last detail was the missing topping, the strawberry mermalade.

Maybe you got too engrossed making the hotcakes you didn't notice the last ingredient to satisfy your appetite was missing on your refrigerator.

"Crap..." You searched everywhere, forgetting about having to keep the volume as low as possible, waking your spouse on the process.

Just as he arouse from his sleep, the smell of something delicious creeped up on his nosetrills, fading any annoyance he might have had from someone interrumpting his resting time.

As he was about to get up and greet you, he heard the front door close in a hurry, well—more like shut.

He got to the dining room and saw the table was impeccable; two plates, cutlery, glasses filled with milk and on the center, a couple of hotcakes piles all fluffy and smooth looking.

A smile came to form on his face, thinking how marvelous and skilled you might have seemed like when cooking this, for the both of you, which was something that made his heart warm up even more.

He decided to look further around since he knew you couldn't have gone to work just yet, something might have been missing for everything to be perfect, which was something he's come to know and love about you. Wanting to get everything as best as you could was always inspiring for him.

There was a small container, matching with the tableware set up, it was the only thing left on the bar which divided the kitchen from the dining room, empty.

He thought you were missing the maple syrup.

After some thinking on how you could react to him knowing about your surprise and getting bummed about it, he chose to try and sleep a bit more while waiting for you and act as if he knew nothing once you woke him by yourself.

Minutes passed and like the giddy little child he felt like when waiting for a present he knew was coming, he finally heard the door opening and a relieved sigh scaping you.

He had to put on the best act now! He could not fail!

"Hey honey-Wake up, breakfast's ready" he heard now closer to him, a hand shaking slightly his shoulder.

He had to pretend he had not been awake before you arrived from your emergency drive for ingredients, but the way he got up quickly from the bed didn't convince you much. Still, you didn't give it more importance and led him to your suprise.

"Wow! Are these for us?!" He exclaimed maybe a little to excited and made such excessive moves with his hands you couldn't believe him anymore.

"You got up earlier right?" You asked, seemingly not sad but a little disappointed with yourself for not getting everything right on the first try.

"U-Uhm-n-no?" He tried once more, but his nervousness by your piercing gaze now fixated on discovering his lies made him obvious.

"O-Ok ok! maybe... But I swear I had a similar reaction to this one! I-I loved it sweetheart!" Now he got closer to embrace you.

All his and your concern dissolved as fast as the delectable and comforting hotcakes in your mouths, along the strawberry mermalade you explained you had to grab to make it worth it, you spent a lovely morning with your other half.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑;

BNHA ๋ ࣭ ⭑ Izuku Midoriya, Kirishima Eijiro, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, Togata Mirio, Takami Keigo HQ! ๋ ࣭ ⭑ Hinata Shouyo, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Ryonusuke Tanaka, Yu Nishinoya, Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Asumane, Ittetsu Takeda Gakuen Babysitters ๋ ࣭ ⭑Ryuuchi Kashima Obey me! ๋ ࣭ ⭑Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Simeon, Solomon

˚ ༘ ೀ ⋆ ｡˚ ˚ ༘ ೀ ⋆ ｡˚ +1 hotcakes with strawberry jam

All writings rights reserved © 2024 Mitsua's Coffee Shop. (Credit to the respective owners of the pictures and tagged anime characters.)

[kaitovsheiji]

[itsnotira]

HQ!! Karasuno, but make it B99

My Lovecore Playlist My Paradise~ Ask Box 'Bout Me

‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°✩˚₊‧‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡° Ukai: "So, of all the candidates, who do you think I should hire?" Daichi: "Well...The interviews got a little off track, but...I'd go with this one-" Sugawara: "That guy? No way. He yelled at me when I asked him what his favorite volleyball position was 3 times in a row." Ukai: "Why would you-" Sugawara: "Because whoever takes this job is gonna have to listen to Hinata ask for Kageyama to set him every. Single. Minute." Daichi: "Fine, what about this guy?" Sugawara: "Mmm, no! He was scared of everything. We already have Asahi. Plus, do you remember Tsukishima after Hinata went to the Shiratorizawa Camp?" Daichi: "Fine, but what was with the flossing?" Sugawara: "A gym is a dirty place, Dai-chan. There's dirt, volleyballs, Hinata's nervous throw up. You need a strong stomach."

[pupkou]

telling daichi he's such a good doggy while he's taking ur strap and drooling on the pillow. I'm gonna blow myself up

telling daichi that his pussy was made for you and that’s why he wears your name on his collar. being able to hear the wet sounds his cunt is making around your fat strap.

being able to hear the tags on his collar jingle at his throat alongside his moans and pants cuz he’s so vocal like good dogs are. telling him “you can touch your cock, baby, just gotta ask like a good boy right?”

and he looks back at you with big wet eyes before he asks so so politely if he can touch what belongs to you. when he gets his thick fingers on his fat boyclit he cums almost instantly around your cock and he folds forward into himself on the mattress as he whimpers in pleasure, cunt pulsing around you..

when you’re about to pull out to start his aftercare he whines and starts fucking himself back onto your cock again like a good dog does, not stopping until he’s told he can :( makes a puddle with his mouth and his cunt cuz he can’t help but leak everywhere :(

[honeybunny-sawamura]

Daichi loves spending his birthday quietly with you. He’s the type that doesn’t need big parties or mountains of gifts. He just wants to cuddle up close with you and maybe watch a movie or two. And even then, you two aren’t really watching it. Instead, you and him are busy have a soft intimate moment: gazing into each other’s eyes, sharing slow and sensual kisses, and having your hands explore each other. Nothing fast and lustful, but slow, sensual, and leaving each other whispering and giggling each other’s name against parted lips. The lights are low, maybe even off, with just a warm glow from candles or fairy lights or the Christmas tree still up. Daichi doesn’t wanna be in a cramped street or temple nor in a bustling party. He just wants to be with you, in the low glow of the New Years, whispering I love you’s for just you to hear.

[revasserium]

karasuno #5 - truth

daichi.

the truth is, he never thought this moment would come. even after all the pining and wishing and staring at you from behind textbook covers, over group projects, after standing outside the school gates waiting for you to walk by only to chicken out last second and duck behind the pillar when you actually do show up. after days and days of agonizing over how to ask you out, if suga is sure that you like him back (”yes, daichi, i’ve asked her.” “okay, but did she say ‘yes’ hypothetically or —” “daichi i swear to god if you don’t ask her i will do it for you!” “ah! suga! don’t you dare!) — after all of that, he never thought he’d ever get here. sitting across the cafe table from you, watching as you laugh over some stupid meme, turning your phone around to show him, your cheeks flushed with color, the light of the setting sun outside draping itself across your shoulders like something of a daydream. you tell him that he’s staring, but he only shakes is head, leans forward, props his cheek on the heel of his hand and says, “yeah… i know.”

suga.

the truth is he cheated — no, no! not that kind of cheat, he would never, he could never — but he maybe might’ve kinda sorta asked noya to befriend you, because he makes friends with everyone so easily, and it’s not like suga doesn’t, but for some reason with you, it was different. it felt different, like it was more real — not that any of this other friendships aren’t real, because they are, god they so are. but… then again, he didn’t want just a normal friendship with you, did he? so.. he cheated. he got noya to ask you all your favorite things, your favorite flowers (lilacs), your favorite drink (iced lattes), your favorite food (red bean mochi), your favorite season (winter), and so on. till he’s sure he’s got the perfect confession planned. but when he actually gets to it, he forgets the speech he wrote, forgets to cue asahi for the bouquet of lilacs, leaves the latte out too long and forgets that in the miyagi winter, iced lattes will become just ice if it’s left out too long, realizes that the mochi were all smushed in hinata’s frenzy to rush them to you, and nothing goes right. but you still say yes, and the truth is, he realizes that none of it mattered anyway.

asahi.

the truth is, he’s scared, terrified, really, of how it’s all could go, and no matter how many times suga and tanaka and even shimizu tells him that this is normal, that the anxiety goes hand in hand with the anticipation, the euphoria just on the other side of fear, he still shakes when he goes to grab your hand. he can’t stop the traitorous pounding of his heart because he knows that this, whatever this is, is a delicate thing. made of porcelain and glass and he knows just how breakable those things are, because he’s made of them too. but you laugh and squeeze his hand tighter, reach up to pull him close, to whisper in his ear that breakable and precious aren’t mutually exclusive words, that sometimes, the most beautiful things are made so by their vulnerability. and somewhere between one moment and the next, between this step and that one, he finds that he’s not afraid anymore.

tanaka.

the truth is, he over-did it. because he did it like he does most things — with too much gusto and not enough thought, and now that he finds himself committed to hanging out with you and your friends on a “girl’s day”, because that’s what great boyfriends too, he thinks he’s truly bitten off more than he could chew. i mean, how’s a boy man to live when you keep asking for his opinions on dresses when the only thing he can see is the pink of the blush dusted across your cheeks, and how can he advise you on what gelato flavors to try when all he can think of is the way you lick your lips, and really, how’s he supposed to be a good, loving, caring boyfriend when all he wants to do is push you back into the dressing room and kiss you till neither of you can breathe properly. he does it anyway, and judging by the way you grin against his lips, your fingers digging into the front of his freshly laundered slogan-tee, that you don’t think he over-did it at all.

nishinoya.

the truth is, he’s loved you from the moment he laid eyes on you, exactly three months ago, and sure, asahi had told him that ‘love at first sight’ doesn’t really exist (”it’s actually more of an infatuation… or at least that’s what i read in one of those self-help books…”), and sure, he’d said just about the same thing about kiyoko the first time he saw her. but this time, noya had known, with all the certainty of the east-rising sun, that you were meant to be his, and he was meant to be your’s. and okay, maybe you had laughed a little (with him!!! not at him!!!) when he’d first declared his love for you in the middle of the cafeteria, loudly proclaiming that he’d spend the rest of his life making sure that you knew he loved you each and every day but… you said yes, didn’t you? you said yes, even though he really wasn’t sure what you’d say but he hoped. and you said yes. so, i mean, it was the same thing as knowing, right? and every single day since then, he’s known, from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep that this love can only grow stronger, and that he really would spend of the of his life making sure you knew he’s yours.

tsukishima.

the truth is, he’s been planning this for ages. ages and ages and ages, not that he’d ever tell you if you asked, but he has. and poor yamaguchi’s had to be there to remind him that sometimes, the best thing to do is just to ask the girl out on a date already! but tsukki knows better — he knows that girls are mysterious, multi-faceted, nebulous creatures. impossible to reason with and even more impossible to pin down. logic does not work here, so he had to plan it down to the last nonchalantly styled tuft of hair on his slightly damp forehead (he’d done some practice serves with yamaguchi because it has to look organic, okay? and looking too put together is a gigantic tell he simply could’ve afford). when he finally, finally asks you, you laugh, quirking your head to one side as you bite your lips, mull over your answer, and he swears you’re doing this on purpose (you are), just to watch him squirm. “you planned this, didn’t you?” “h-huh? no… why would you say that? i just thought i’d ask since we stayed late practicing and you happened to walk by.” a pause, a smirk, a well-timed blush. “yeah. right. okay.” tsukishima blinks, “so… is that a yes?” “i dunno, tsukki… i gotta think about it! i mean, you totally caught me by surprise, not like i was planning to be here, right?” “…yamaguchi told you, didn’t he?” “he might’ve let a few things slip.” “i’m gonna kill him.” “don’t you wanna know my answer first? or should i just wait to tell you on our first date?” “just tell me on our — oh. wait —”

kageyama.

the truth is, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. and sure, he’d rather quite literally lay down on the ground and perish than to admit that this whole physical intimacy thing is completely uncharted territory. but… well, somehow, he doesn’t think he can quite fake it through this one. “tobio…? are you… okay?” you look him over, sitting on his bed, his oversized shirt slipping from your shoulder and he swears that death seems more like a possibility with each passing second. “uhm, yeah. i’m — i’m good. you?” he curses himself for sounding so childish, but you grin and pull him to you, pressing him back onto the mattress, slowly drawing him close, and then closer. “is this okay?” you ask, your lips brushing by his ear. he shivers, curses, bites down a moan, “y-yeah. that’s — i mean, it’s good — really good.” “good.” he thinks he can hear you smiling. “stop worrying so much,” you tease, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling ever so slightly, just till he’s arching up against your touch, hissing out between his teeth, “just follow my lead and… i have a feeling you’ll catch on pretty quick, hm?”

hinata.

the truth is, he isn’t quite sure how he got here, with your hand in his, laughing about something that the teacher said that day, turning to ask him if he wants to stop for popsicles on the way home, because it’s too hot, isn’t it shouyou? because it had just started out as a crush, and okay, sure, he’s not known for subtlety but he thought he was doing an okay job of it! he’d only run screaming to suga-sempai twice this week (last week it was three, so there’s been improvement!!!) and he’d only panic called yacchi four times (she picked up every time, but by the fourth time, even hinata could tell that her infinite patience was wearing thin), and yeah, when you’d found him after school the other day to ask if he wanted to catch a movie, he’d said yes before you’d even said the movie name but he’s just!!! that!!! enthusiastic!!! all the time!!! so it’s not weird, right? but when you got one bag of popcorn instead of two, and turned to ask if he minded sharing straws, he starts to wonder if this is all some sort of cruel and beautiful daydream. “uhm — uh — yeah — straws — that’s good — i like those.” “shou?” he jerks, realizing that you’re still watching him with an amused smile, the pair of you poised outside the corner store, the sunset blazing across the far horizon. “gah! s-sorry, i zoned out for a second there — i was just — uhm…” “reminiscing on our first date?” he jumps at the word date, but a second later, you’re giggling, dragging him into the store for popsicles, and he lets out a punch-drunk puff of laughter, following behind you, mumbling the word date under his breath till it doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.

[comicalcarnival]

while I'm sharing nonsensical Ultraman Crossover Ideas; here's Daichi and Ultraman X in the Danny Phantom artstyle (with bonus Gomora Armor and a joke Fentonworks Armor)

ask me about my insane 16 chapter fanfic I have planned for this. I will become an unhinged rambling mess.

[ilovejeansosomuch]

No bruh I don’t gaf about your oc if I search smt up and your oc shows up as an x reader im going to be so pissed off

[daydream-comet]

Was casually zooming through eps and saw that these two parallel eachother....just, them 🥹🫶

[omiisangel]

@ceo-of-daichi x daichi sawamura *·˚ ༘♡ | reference | do not repost without permission

[haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu]

ok so daisuga and they live together and Suga absolutely hates mosquitoes. whenever he sees one he goes apeshit trying to kill it. at first it starts with randomly trying to grab the mozzie out of the air, then he's clapping loudly trying to squish it, and when that doesn't work he goes feral like a cat trying to get a laser. he's jumping over things and diving under things, knocking things over. meanwhile Daichi is just sitting drinking his tea or w/e, and not phased. when Suga finally gets the mozzie Daichi applauds him, like 'well done.' Suga dubs mozzies his personal nemesis, Daichi is 'meh' about them

Thank you for the ask, and sorry for the long wait. Please never be afraid to send a message, even though I'm a slowpoke.

Suga goes feral when there're a mosquito in the room. Daichi had put nettings in the windows in their room, since summer is hot and they need air circulation. He doesn't like them, but he isn't as bothered by them. If he gets a sting, he treats it with a warm cloth and tends to forget about it. He is more worried about Suga, who tends to scratch them, until he gets an open wound.

Sugawara has tried everything. He goes trough insects-prays when they are on a hike and needs to live with that sticky residue on his body the whole day. He buys an mosquito-coil to hopefully keep them away and buys everything he deems somewhat useful in his war against them. Daichi wants him to not use money on useless shit, but this is a war in his mind. That is why, once he sees an mosquito in the room when he literally uses the coil as incense, he gets so upset.

He hears them buzz and then he can't rest until the thing is dead or out of his house. Daichi is no help, but at least he gets a little bit of praise from him when he kills the intruder. Sugawara wants to get a cat or chameleon that can haunt them, but Daichi says that is stupid reason to get pets.

He doesn't smell like chemicals in the summer for them still to come towards him!!!

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Suga: It was an mosquito, Daichi 😎

Daichi: Mmmmh-hhhh 😗(not convinced).