#haikyuu sawamura

[semiloml]

cw: backshots, size kink kinda?, overstimulation, manhandling, cockdrunk!reader, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything!!

Daichi had been patient. Too patient.

But now? Now he was done holding back.

“You wanna act like a fuckin’ tease all day?” His voice was low, rough against your ear, his grip firm as he bent you over the bed, one large hand pressing into the dip of your spine. “Now you wanna run? Ain’t happenin’, baby.”

you weren’t trying to run. not really. You just hadn’t expected him to snap like this. The shift from your sweet, composed Daichi to this rough, possessive version of him had your head spinning—and your pussy throbbing.

you whimpered, pressing your cheek against the mattress as his thick fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place.

“Daichi—”

“Nah, sweetheart.” His grip tightened, his other hand reaching up, wrapping around the back of your neck. “You wanted to push me? You fuckin’ got me.”*

the first thrust of his hips knocked the breath from your lungs.

“Ohhh, fuck—!”

His cock stretched you open, thick and deep, pressing right up against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“M mh, yeah—fuckin’ knew it,” Daichi groaned, rolling his hips slow, deep, making you feel every inch of him. “Knew this tight little pussy could take me.”

You clenched around him desperately, thighs trembling, barely able to catch your breath before he snapped his hips forward again.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed through the room—wet, filthy, obscene.

“You hear that?” He gritted out, his pace quickening, each thrust harder, rougher. “That’s me owning this fuckin’ pussy. That’s you…” He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp snap of his hips, making you cry out. “..gettin’ fucked proper.”

Your vision blurred, your nails clawing at the sheets, desperate to ground yourself as he ruined you.

“Fuck, ‘m so deep—feels so fuckin’ good—” Your voice was a broken, needy mess, slurred with pleasure, and Daichi let out a dark chuckle.

“Yeah? That’s all it takes to turn you into my dumb little fucktoy?”

You moaned, the filth of his words making heat coil even tighter in your belly.

“You love it, huh?” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, dragging a sob from your throat. “Love bein’ bent over and fucked like this? Love takin’ it from behind while my balls slap against this pretty little pussy?”

“Y-yes—fuck, Daichi—!”

“That’s right,” he grunted, one hand sliding up, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to arch your spine. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. My perfect little fuckin’ mess.”

Your walls fluttered around him, pleasure crashing through you as your orgasm hit, your body shaking beneath him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his fingers digging into your waist. “Ohhh, fuck—gonna cum so deep, baby—gonna fill this perfect little cunt up—”

His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he came with a low, guttural groan.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing, the sticky press of your bodies, the mess between your thighs.

Then, finally, his grip softened.

“Shit, baby,” he muttered, leaning down, pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “You okay?”

You hummed weakly, still trying to catch your breath, and he chuckled, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, massaging the spots where his fingers had bruised you.

“Lemme clean you up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips trailing up to your ear, pressing another gentle kiss there. “Then I’ll make it up to you.”

You shivered, already knowing that making it up to you meant another round.

And you weren’t complaining.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: is the cure to female loneliness receiving backshots??😣 ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!! CURRENTLY WORKING ON THEM

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Daichi Sawamura (31st December)

Haikyu!!

[yril-writes]

— NIGHTMARE

synopsis ; sleeping alone in a room, having constant nightmares at night, they had enough. Maybe it is time to take up the offer that their brother proposed.

type ; headcanon

includes ; ushijima, bokuto, sawamura

pairings ; character x gn! sibling reader

genre ; fluff, comedy and wholesome

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

Nights like this one never really bothered them that much but with these endless nightmares, they couldn't help but finally came to a consensus to accept their brother's proposed offer— that is sleeping in his room.

Instantly grabbing their favorite blanket and animal stuff toy, they walked across the room from theirs which is his brother's room.

Feeling scared and anxious to the thought of their brother to be asleep at this time of the night, the moment they decided to go back to their too. Suddenly, the door opened.

"What are you doing? You've been standing in front of my room endlessly walking back and forth."

"I had another nightmare..."

Without saying another word, Ushijima opened his door and welcomed them in. They felt relieved knowing that Ushijima it didn't seem annoyed at this time.

Throwing themself in the big bed just across from the door, it made a squeaky sound. They felt how warm and comfortable it is to sleep on his brother's bed.

(Why is his bed much bigger than mine! Even bouncier!)

After closing the door, he made his way beside them and closed his eyes.

"Waka-nii, are you going to sleep?"

"What else am I supposed to do then?"

With his one eye open and the other closed, he can see that his sibling is having a great time trying to feel sleepy or even sleep at all. With that being said, he offered his arm for them to place their head and use him as a pillow.

"Waka-nii, I dreamt about monsters under my bed and even outside the window...will you make them go away?"

Trying to hold his laughter down and keep his face as stoic as possible, Ushijima pecked a kiss on their forehead.

"Those monsters won't be going near you, since brother is here by your side."

"Really?" They uttered under their breath as they grip tightly on the stuffed animal.

Giving out a gentle smile, they felt at ease knowing that Ushijima meant what he said.

"Brother did tell you that if ever you have these nightmares, my door is always open for you. And brother will always be right here until you fall asleep, so don't worry about those monsters. Brother is here, okay?"

"M'kay...goodnight, brother..."

The night filled with nightmares soon vanished, only the feeling of warmth and words instantly made them feel at ease and with this they had a good night sleep.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

"Kou-nii...are you awake?"

In the middle of the night, this tiny bird came walking to his brother's room remembering the offer that he proposed to his sibling.

"I'm having nightmares again, you said I can sleep here right?"

Expecting an answer from his brother, they only got a snore out of him. So they decided to wake him up, by pinching his nostrils and closing his mouth, it didn't take long enough for him to wake up in a weird way.

"ARE YOU INSANE?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME IN MY SLEEP NOW?!"

Breathing heavily, Bokuto scolds his sibling only to see them sniffling and ready to bust out into tears.

"Don't cry! Brother didn't mean to yell you like that!"

"Brother is a meanie..."

"NO! I was just startled!"

Giving pat heads to his sibling to calm them down, Bokuto then began to wipe their tears away and it didn't take long to make them calm.

"What brings you here and at the middle of the night too?"

"Nightmares..."

"What did you dream about?"

"Vegetables...peas chased me and taunt me to eat them..."

Bokuto instantly bursts out into laughter after hearing his sibling rant about the dream they had, even making him to the point where he sheds some tears from laughing so hard. But the kid in front of him wasn't amused at the sight they saw.

"What are you laughing about?! Brother you are a bully! Making fun of my dream like that when I felt really scared..."

The thought of making his sibling feel worse made his conscience feel bad at the situation and Bokuto apologized for it.

"As a token of apology, you can sleep here for the night."

"Really?" Their mood suddenly perked up at the words Bokuto said and immediately took it. Squeezing themself in the blanket and having snuggle towards their brother, they felt relieved knowing that they have their brother beside.

"Of course! Anything for you." Bokuto says in a gentle manner as he starts to give a warm big hug towards his sibling.

"Kou-nii, would you eat those vegetables for me in my dreams? Maybe it will all start to disappear if you did!"

"I don't think that's even possible, kiddo. But you know that Kou-nii is awesome, so I'll try to do so."

They started to feel drowsy the minute when Bokuto said his sentence. They felt comfortable and safe, knowing that their brother would do anything for them.

"Kou-nii you are amazing, come and find me in my dreams..."

It didn't take long, for the kid to have a good shut eye for once. Bokuto kept on humming until he could hear his sibling breathing and sleeping soundly within his arms.

"Kou-nii would do anything, because brother is indeed amazing, ain't he? Sleep well and rest assured that I'll be here physically and even in your dreams, have a good night."

The humming soon fades, only leaving the two of them sleeping peacefully, breathing gently as the time passed by. Both of them fell asleep as the night continued on.

SAWAMURA DAICHI

Knocking several times at the door in front of them, waiting until the door opens. But they were impatient, enough to start banging on the door.

"DAICHI-NII! OPEN THE DOOR!"

With that being said, the loud banging and even shouting did wake their brother, opening the door revealed him with his eyes closed and had his shirt off.

"Are you aware what time it is?"

"But, Daichi-nii...I had nightmares again..."

(Well, I did tell them to go whenever they had a nightmare...) Picking them up with his bare hands, and carrying them on their way to the bed across the room did startle them, since they didn't expect to be carried like that.

"I AM NOT A CHILD TO BE CARRIED LIKE THAT!"

Now, Sawamura is lying down in the bed while they are sitting down. Beside him, pouting and nagging about being treated as a child.

"So, tell me about your dream this time."

"You...died, playing too much volleyball..."

(As if it would happen...pfft!) Sawamura kept his laughter down, to avoid getting nagged at and to hide this he hugged his sibling tight.

"As if your brother is gonna die because of that! How silly."

"Dai-nii, you stink...why is your shirt off anyway!"

(This brat...)

After struggling for a few minutes, they suddenly stopped. Sawamura took a peek at them and saw that they were sleeping soundly within his arms, he chuckled at the sight.

"What a dream you've got there. Your big brother is too tough to die like that, no matter what happens brother will still be right here the moment you wake up in the morning, sweet dreams little one."

Sawamura soon fell asleep after all the commotion, the nostalgic feeling got him, it's been a while for them to be sleeping like this once again it brought back some memories that made Sawamura fall asleep at an instant.

a/n ; it's been a while for me to post here! But I'm glad that I did! Hoping to post more here in the future as well!

taglist ; @sammushy

masterlist

[amessengerbag]

second place (1725 words) by messenger_bag Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi & Sugawara Koushi Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Sugawara Koushi-centric

Summary:

Suga is fourteen when he gets into volleyball.

He’s not that good at it, if he’s being honest with himself. He can play well enough, but nothing to bring home a first place prize or a gold medal. He never does anything well enough to do so. He sort of takes pride in it, now. And he’s quite comfortable in it; no one looks at the person in second place, only the first, who had won, and the third, who had narrowly escaped not being on the podium. No one looks at second place, and Suga is fine with that.

Suga is sixteen when he decides that he isn’t fine with no one looking at second place anymore.

He is seventeen before he learns that the voices in his head are not so separate from himself as he thinks.

[wolfbetweenrivers]

One year ago today (29.3.2022), I drew the picture of Daichi below.

Now today, one year later (29.3.2023), I’ve redrawn it below.

[timeofdeathnote]

Japan playing the Haikyuu!! theme song after beating Argentina in volleyball is so iconic

[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

[leecheedoodles]

Rollinnngggggg thunderrrrrrrrrrrr ✨

[raisunomii]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a setter must be in want of a spiker.

[jasminebythebay]

Sorry Tsukki

bonus:

[mindie-arts]

Vice captain wanted quiet time~ 🤭

[heartofjasmina]

Your boyfriend has been fighting his breeding instincts since high school. Always wrapping it, always, even if he did want to feel the satisfaction of filling a warm wet hole with his cum.

So by the time you're married and finally alone in your hotel room, he can't wait anymore.

"Mrs. L/N." He breathes against your lips, peeling your travel dress of your body with the reverence you deserve. Your beautiful curves drive him crazy even now.

"I wanna see your tits get heavy with milk." He murmurs as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. His hands groping at the softness of your hips and your love handles. He pulls off your nipple with a lewd pop, his eyes turning upward to meet yours. "Wanna see your belly swell with our child."

"Let me put a baby in you." He whispers, standing and finally pressing his erection against your soft stomach. His eyes plead with you, the deep seated need to start your family evident in his gaze.

"Okay, Mr. L/N. Let's make a baby." You grin as you press your lips to his, squealing when he all bit picks you up and tosses you onto the bed.

It's not long before you're folded underneath him, your knees pressed to your chest as he fucks you with his fat cock as deep as humanly possible. He can feel the head of his shaft kissing your cervix, he can feel your wetness on his bare dick and he goes a little crazy.

His words slurred, positively drunk on your pussy, "Gonna knock you up mama, fuck. Perfect fucking pussy, see how she's creamin' for me? She wants a baby I can tell."

Your eyes are crossed from how perfectly hes hitting your spot and your brain is melting from the heat of his dick and his words.

You have no way to prove it, but you're pretty sure it was that first time of that long night that got you pregnant with your daughter.

Daichi, Kirishima, Iwaizumi, Bakugou, Deku

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Daichi Sawamura (31st December)

Haikyu!!

[aurabirds]

Daichi and Suga hanging out completely platonically on V-Day 💛

No one said it's a date, but there was home made chocolate and a lot of happiness.

[amessengerbag]

immortelle (4880 words) by messenger_bag Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi & Sugawara Koushi Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Sawamura Daichi's Parents Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Terminal Illnesses, Daichi is dead, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Language of Flowers, Flowers, daisuga - Freeform, Elementary School Teacher Sugawara Koushi, Sugawara Koushi-centric

Summary:

Suga is left to pick up the pieces after his best friend dies. It's a long time coming, but it still hurts. Lots of flower references. Sorry.

[haazuli]

good mate daichi side questing