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[bedcchem]

18+ iwaizumi x f!reader, stress relief

no thoughts, just iwaizumi fucking you against your desk—you’re lying on top of your mounds of homework for uni, some papers crumpling from the movement, your computer in sleep mode from lack of use. your shorts and underwear decorate your ankle on the floor while your other leg is propped up on the chair, giving him that perfect angle to hit that sweet little spot that has you seeing stars and creaming all on him.

his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.

and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.

“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”

“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”

drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“

his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.

and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…

a/n: haha first post hi everybody

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[toasted-raccoon]

we are back !! hq is real !!

[kakuriyo]

[kurooangel]

ᯓ lunch !

ft. suna rintaro, miya atsumu, bokuto kotaro.

content: smut, timeskip haikyuu, oral sex, fem reader. english isn't my first language.

wc: +0.3k ,, mastelist part 2

suna rintaro likes to eat you, but he loves to watch you whimper under his foxy gaze. you know he is just teasing you, making your pussy crave for more while his tongue rubs against your dripping core. you can feel his smirk against you with every moan and gasp that leaves your mouth, how he lets go a low chuckle, just showing you that he's enjoying this a bit too much. he doesn't grab your thights, he just caresses them while he lazily kisses and licks your pussy for hours until you beg him to stop because you're too overstimulated.

miya atsumu eats you anytime he can. all he wants is to please you, and he loves watching how you moan and your walls squeezes around nothing as he rubs his tongue against you. of course, your pussy it's what he loves the most, and eat it is his favourite thing in this world. he just gets so pussydrunk. his mind go blank and his gaze fuzzy as he eagerly eats and tastes you because he just loves how you taste and how good your soft thights feel against his hard grip, also how they squeeze his head. sometimes, he even rubs his hips against the mattress because of how needy his hard dick is, but he doesn't care, he is addicted to how good you taste and he just want to make you feel good.

bokuto kotaro your pussy is on his daily diet. at least, that what he says. since he watched it on a tik tok, he buys pineapple so you eat it and your pussy tastes as sweet as possible. he thinks that it gives him luck and strength for his matches, because when he eats you, he always wins. he chuckles when you grab his hair and he moves his tongue even faster against you. he just loves hearing you and, of course, he needs his 'beautiful girlfriend's vitamins'. the MSBY black jackals future depends on how many times he eats your pussy.

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[fayeraa]

m. osamu is a family man.

everything that revolves around domesticity, he yearns it, cherishes it even. there’s something special about soft intimacy that you share with your beloved one that your share with no other, and he lives for it.

so when you surprises him by entering his shop, the door creak that make his head turn, wondering who can be presenting at such hour and he sees you, a spent look on your face coming after your work, he smiles. he couldn’t dream of something better at the moment, and after a tiring day, reuniting with his loved one make his heart swell in relief.

big comforting arms cages you in a doting embrace, welcoming your presence that he waited for, calloused hands trailing up your back to your neck and caressing it lovingly, all acts of love for you. he begrudgingly frees away from your form that he adores so much, and walks back to the counter, rests his palm on his chin as you prop yourself on the bar stool, and start asking about you day.

he would, for nothing in the world, trade that moment for anything. Peering up at you fondly as you jabber with fervor, he realizes that he really wants a family with you. in his deepest imaginations and dreams, whenever a family figure become visible and that it’s about a mother, nothing else but your reflection appears.

and he knows what you’ll do next. he knows that you’ll pester him because he doesn’t listen to you or doesn’t pay much attention to your gossiping, seeming too lost in his thoughts. so, he simply lets out a breathy chuckle before running a thumb on your cheek and kissing you softly on the other.

you just don’t know yet that he’ll propose to you the next month.

[@ fayeraa. do not copy, steal nor claim as yours, and do not translate/repost on other platforms.] reblogs appreciated <3

i kinda wanna elaborate even more later

[eeveebooart]

"MY BRAID FELL OFF"

[mysweetsinfulobsessions]

Harley and her Tree Hugger <3

Harley Quinn, the Animated Series. S05E02, Back to School

[melonglossz]

cw. fem!reader, choking, use of the word slut, mdni

kuroo’s arms are so big. flexing muscles wrapped around your neck keeping you in place as he fucks you from behind. cum from his last load leaking out of you each time he pulls out to slam his hips against your ass.

thick cock stretching you full, he holds you close against him making sure you feel every inch of himself deep inside you. his hot breath fans across your cheek as his teeth graze your earlobe. your nails dig into his forearm harshly as you draw closer and closer to cumming, you’re surprised that you haven’t broken the skin.

so sweaty and musky, his scent wraps around you enveloping you entirely. all you can hear and smell and see is him and it drives you crazy. his hips give a nasty thrust, his fat tip relentlessly prodding at your sweet overstimulated spot, knocking the air from your lungs. you’re dizzy from both pleasure and the tight headlock he has you in.

“fuck sweetheart,” he rasps into your ear, “you’re going to stay still and take this cock like the slut you are, right?”

his free hand slips between your legs rubbing your clit in harsh little circles as he fucks into you. he gets faster and faster the arm around your neck gets tighter and tighter until your vision is whitening out from your orgasm. you’re shaking, hole fluttering around his cock so much that he can’t help but paint your walls white.

you fall forward onto the bed when he finally lets you go, gasping for air. but your rest doesn’t last long because a few seconds later a hand is pushing you face down into the pillow underneath you. your body still twitches from the aftershock of your orgasm, cum leaking out of your abused hole, but he’s plugging up your sloppy pussy before any more can run out ready to replace any that dripped out of you with a third load.

[praxieserver]

smugshima

based of off this:

[lemqnie]

haikyuu | high school boyfriends pt 2

BOKUTO KOUTAROU ⤠ constantly begs you to come watch his practice. ("but i have my clubs, too," you try to argue. "ok," he says with a pout. "what about tomorrow?"

⤠ loves to show you off. oh, the boys are so sick of him. but he just keeps talking about you. he tells them the new cologne you bought, the shopping date you guys had on the weekend, he raves about how smart you are to anyone who will listen

⤠ is clingy when around you. is always making contact with you. at lunch, he comes by to your class just to sit and watch you study. he'll always have his arm next to yours so when you finish writing a line, your fingers brush momentarily.

⤠ despite living 20 mins away from you, will get up early (when he doesn't have morning practice) to take the train to your flat and go to school together

TSUKISHIMA KEI

⤠ THE high school boyfriend. all your friends are envious. he's super tall and handsome, AND he's super smart. totally the type for most girls. he's surly, but to you, he's so openly sweet it's sickening.

⤠ does lend you his hoodies, as long as you return them within 3 days. once, you forget to wash and dry his favourite purple hoodie and he doesn't let you even try them on at school for months.

⤠ loves handholding. he'll hold your hand and stick them into the pocket of his school jacket or his hoodie as you walk side by side. it's warm, soft, and you daydream the time you can finally cuddle and nap together.

⤠ crazy stupid protective. one bad word about you and he's on his hackles, holding back a snarl as he viciously mocks the person who dares lift their tongue against you. it makes the rounds at school and people grow wary and cautious of what they can say about you.

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[s6rine]

random texts with your bf , hajime iwaizumi !

pairing : obviously goku x f!reader wowww 😍😍🥰🥰 (h. iwaizumi if u did not read the title) synopsis : self explanatory!! yayyy!! cw : i have no idea how to label this.... (crack?), cursing, iwaoi canon everywhere else but here i guess, crude humor, JOKINGLY slut shaming, one kys joke #wedidntmakeitoverfivethistime

A/N : miske saw this first.... this ones for you girl 💚💚💚💚🍏🍏🍏🏡🏡🏡🟩🟩 algebra and grinding on overwatch with candice (nuts fit in ur mouth) can wait 🤚i hate how this mf app cuts off the reactions please die 💔 also did anyone else fall for the calling thing i did even tho my dumbass made this

[bedcchem]

18+ iwaizumi x f!reader, illicit affairs (princess au)

knight!iwaizumi who knows it’s so wrong to be feeling this way, to be doing this right now…

but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

“oh, god, princess,” he groans in your ear at the drag of his thick cock in and out of your tight, sopping pussy. his hands grip your plush thighs, his lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, careful to not leave any marks on your skin.

you gasp, chills running down your spine as his hips roll into yours at a slow, deep pace. “oh, hajime—” you whisper in his ear, your voice soft and saccharine as your lips brush against his lobe.

everything about this is so wrong. you are to marry another man—a wealthy duke—in a week’s time to fulfill your role as the nation’s princess and future queen.

and yet… your heart belongs to another.

“i love you,” you softly whine, your eyes glazed with both pained and pleasured tears.

iwaizumi’s eyes squeeze closed as he feels so damn close… “fuck, princess, i love you too—” he chokes out, “more than anything in this world…”

it seems as if the world is getting smaller, where nothing else matters besides the two of you, pretending that you are not a princess and he is not your guardsman. pretending that this illicit affair couldn’t cost iwaizumi his position and, possibly, his life. pretending that this forbidden love will not taint you—where every other experience you’ll have will just pale in comparison to the way iwaizumi makes you feel…

“hajime—!” you softly cry out, your eyes squeezing shut as everything became so damn tight. and as you fall into the throes of ecstasy, iwaizumi cannot hold himself back any longer, letting out a reserved, strangled groan as he paints your insides a creamy white.

your knight shall always be there. he has sworn an oath to the crown to protect you with his life, his entire being. and even if you must marry another man, you know the true gentleman who has your heart.

the one who holds it in his rough, calloused, armored hands.

a/n: knight!iwaizumi has me in a chokehold istg

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[sebfreak]

Nekoma´s Captain Tetsurou Kuroo

[solvisun]

010525 ♡ the ultimate cure to your sickness is simple: just listen to the sweet sound of tsukishima kei's voice. ( fluffy fluff. some swearing. not proofread. )

the world kind of flips upside down when sickness has fallen upon you.

your clothes don’t feel comfortable—they scratch your skin in a way you want to rip it off of you. food tastes bland and stale. your ears are sensitive to noise, even the slightest hum like your fan aren’t an exception. your runny nose makes you miss the feeling of breathing like a normal person. and you’re so exhausted even though all you’ve been doing is mope around lying in your bed and everything pisses you off.

you’re not in a fever; worse, you’ve caught a random flu which makes you feel like you’re running a fever.

you sniff and realise you’ve already went through four boxes of tissues right as you fished out the last one, groaning from frustration as you toss them into the bin. there’s nothing left—your box of tissues as well as your will.

it isn’t until it’s afternoon that you scurry off into taking your medicine because while you tried to get up moments ago, you couldn’t. or rather, you didn’t want to. (eh, same thing.) and then you unexpectedly dozed off while staring into the void of your ceiling.

you think you’ve calmed down after gulping through a whole glass of water, but as you feel more of the atmosphere chill crawl into your body even after being bundled up by your comforters and blankets, you’re forced to relent to the fact that you’re not going to get through this soon—especially not without someone’s help.

or at least, a company.

so you do your best not to feel ashamed as you pull out your phone, dialed that one specific contact and wait through the ringing instead of throwing your device out of the window and scream.

you didn’t even give tsukishima kei a heads up. he might not even answer straight away. or he might never answer at all. you can’t hear your phone beeping over your loud thoughts ready to consume you. and then you physically jumped when you suddenly hear a soft voice cutting through the static.

no, soft isn’t the right word. soothing, perhaps. despite the nonchalance, you had always found his voice attractive.

“hello?”

still, it catches you off guard.

you don’t respond right away, your throat tight and dry, you wonder if you’ve made a mistake. but then tsukishima speaks again, his tone dipping with faint exasperation.

“are you just going to sit there breathing into the phone, or…?”

“uh, hi,” you mumble, voice rough and embarrassingly hoarse. “sorry. i… didn’t mean to—”

“yeah, yeah, skip the apology. what do you want?” he interrupts, but there’s no real bite in his voice. if anything, he sounds calmer than usual. though you can’t quite place it.

you hesitate, clutching your phone a little tighter. “just… wanted to hear someone’s voice.”

the line goes quiet for a beat, and you wince internally. you’re convinced he’s about to hang up when he sighs.

“with the way you're talking, i can't tell if you're actually speaking words or just doing a live ASMR demo of a clogged drain,” he remarks flatly, and despite the jab, there’s a thread of concern laced through the words.

“what the fuck. i’m just sick,” you reply, rolling your eyes even though he can’t see.

“no shit. what happened to you?”

“i have no idea myself.”

“hold on.” there’s some shuffling on his end, followed by muffled voices. “yamaguchi says hi,” tsukishima adds, his tone noticeably lighter, though still tinged with his signature indifference.

“hi yams,” you drawl, feeling a tiny smile tug at your lips.

more rustling, and then yamaguchi’s distant voice comes through, says your name cheerful and clear: “get well soon!”

the faint sound of laughter in the background feels like sunlight breaking through your cloudy mood, and you can’t help but laugh softly, though followed by a cough.

“how was practice?”

“fine,” tsukishima answers shortly, as expected.

yamaguchi, however, fills in the silence. “it ended early today. coach wanted us to rest up for the match this weekend.”

there’s a brief exchange between the two before you hear yamaguchi say goodbye, his voice growing fainter as he walks away. then it’s just you and tsukishima.

“..hey,” you start after a while, growing awkward just hearing his footsteps and the wind.

“what?”

“how’s school?”

“do you really want me to talk?”

“yes. please.”

he sighs, “ms. nakajima called in sick too, so no surprise quiz, fortunately.”

“oh, yippee.”

you hear a suppressed snort on the other end of the line, but you don’t comment, opting instead to listen to the steady rhythm of his voice as he recounts his day.

it takes a bit of coaxing, but he eventually keeps going. you close your eyes, letting the cadence of his words wash over you like a soothing tide.

complaints about school, a snide comment about someone in his class, a dry recount of shoyo almost tripping over a volleyball during practice. the casualness of it all feels like a warm blanket, his dry quips bubbling a quiet chuckle from you every now and then. you catch yourself smiling, your cheeks heating—not just from the lingering flush of your illness, but maybe... maybe because of him.

the thought throws you off, and suddenly you feel warmer than you should.

his voice is just so… calming. like a large hand spreading over your shivering skin, the warmth seeping in slowly and gently, settles you all bundled up in ease. the way he talks to you is unhurried, deliberate, like there’s nothing pressing or wrong in the world at this moment—not with him here, not with you listening.

“are you even listening?” he suddenly asks, though it's rhetorical, softer.

you smile, eyes still closed, as if trying to commit this moment to memory. “mhm. keep talking. i like listening to you.”

the line goes silent for a moment. you can picture him adjusting his glasses, his jaw tightening as a faint blush creeps up his cheeks, though he’d deny it with every ounce of sarcasm in his body.

“you’re so weird,” he mutters, and you try not to snicker.

still, he doesn’t stop talking.

it stretches into more mundane things; —the weather, a stupid argument in class that yamaguchi tried to mediate, the latest book he’s reading. this, grounds you in a way that's therapeutic, something special and long-lasting—and makes your chest feel so much lighter. just hearing him makes the gnawing loneliness and irritability of your sickness fade into the backdrop, almost as if you forgot you were wallowing in misery minutes ago.

—oh wait, how long has it been exactly?

you glance at the clock, startled to see the time.

“wait,” you interrupt gently, your voice hoarse but amused. “didn’t you say practice ended early? shouldn’t you be home by now?”

there’s a brief pause on the line, and then you hear the faint sound of rustling, like a plastic bag shifting.

“i am,” he says simply.

you frown, confused. “then why haven’t you—”

“i'm here. open the door.”

you blink, his words sinking in like a slow ripple. “huh?”

"open. your. door-"

"i heard you the first time!"

your heart skips, and you bolt upright, clutching the phone as if that could steady the sudden rush of emotions. “you… you’re outside?”

“obviously.”

"what if i was greeted by a murderer and not you?"

"what if i was the murderer?"

you laugh. scrambling out of bed, you nearly trip over your comforter in your haste to reach the door. you hesitate for a moment, hand hovering over the knob, suddenly self-conscious of how disheveled you look. but the thought of him waiting, standing outside in the cold, pushes you to open it.

and there he is.

tsukishima kei, with a plastic bag in one hand and a familiar, unimpressed look on his face, though there’s something... inexplicable in his expression, more focused, tense.

“you didn’t have to.”

“yeah, well, maybe i did,” he brushes past you to step inside just enough to hand you the bag. “you’re hopeless. there’s some soup, medicine, and, uh…” he clears his throat, glancing away. “other stuff.”

you glance at the bag, heart swelling. “thank you,” you murmur, voice quiet and sincere.

he doesn’t reply right away, his gaze flicking back to you briefly before he reaches out to ruffle your hair, you think you've mistaken the gesture for a flick in the forehead, instinctively closing your eyes. when he doesn't, you feel dumbfounded by the sudden act.

his hand lingers for a moment longer than necessary, gaze quiet but solely on you. you feel—warm, and about to sneeze hard with how itchy your nose is. and as much as you'd like for him to be this close to you, your sickness is irritatingly getting in the way.

you swivel to the side, "ah-choo!" and again, he takes you by surprise when he carefully shoves a tissue on your face when you hear a breathless and poorly suppressed laugh.

"laughing at my suffering now?" you blow your nose, trying to act more sickly for dramatic effects.

"if you knew how cute you look right now.."

you're turning delirious. "i'm what now?"

"rest up," is what he replies. dismissive. like he's speaking to himself.

and just like that, his already at the doorway, hand on the doorknob. “don’t forget to eat. and sleep. properly.”

a nod is all you can muster, biting back a smile as you watch him retreat.

as the door clicks shut behind him, you’re left standing there, warmth lingering where his hand had been.

meanwhile, tsukishima curses under his breath as he walks away, his cheeks burning despite the cold air, the sky bruised in blood orange and bathing him in a mellow glow. “stupid,” he mutters, adjusting his scarf as if that could hide the rush of warmth in his chest, red on his cheeks.

“…i can’t get sick.” he thinks he is already, considering how flushed he is right now.

wrote this when i was sick last week, thought of him, wrote him while listening to mazzy star <3

[kurooangel]

too big, ── ft. suna r. ✦

smut. timeskip haikyuu. relationship established. not translate/repost my work anywhere. english is not my first language!! ,, masterlist. spanish vers. here!

even if you and rintaro have been dating for a few years, you still didn't get used to his size. it was too big.

"fuuuck..." you whined. his mouth leaving a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. "baby, please... go slower"

he ignored your request and his hips rock against yours again, wildly and fiercely. the sound of your moans filling the bedroom everytime he fills your dripping cunt. you feel the tears budding up in your eyes and some of them falling down on your red cheeks.

"aw, sweetheart, are you crying?" he smirked and kissed your cheeks where the tears were falling. "you can take it, babe. c'mon, show me what a good girl you are." suna whispered against your lips before capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, slipping his tongue and interlacing it with yours.

he stopped moving and let you squeeze his cock, aching for more. you pulled back from the kiss and your teary eyes meet with his, your gaze full of lust matching his own.

"why did you stop?" you whispered, your voice a broken pleading and your nails digging into his back. "please, rin', keep going. please, please."

"just admiring the view. such a needy thing you are, sweetheart." he teased. his smirk widened and thrusted his cock against your core again, wildly, feeling your cunt hug him. "god, babe, you feel so good, so, so good." he groans.

suna's pace speeded even more and his thrusts getting rougher, his tip reaching your sweet spot again and again and again. your nails scratched his back all was down, leaving red lines by its path. he devoured your lips, his tongue invading your mouth without asking for permission, just because he can, just because you're his.

"rin, is too much, I'm gonna..." you gasp against his lips, feeling your ecstasy coming.

"shut up and take it, be a good girl" suna's voice is ragged, full of desire, and he keeps using your pussy without any mercy.

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