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i have the roleplaying for caleb and the accidental love yous for otoya, but now i got distracted by this guys at work who came and he had a baby face more or less and then he started to speak. and hm. Mh-mh. yes, babygirl tell me exactly how many seconds are in a year and what is your favourite fabric softener and how do you think we should spell the word fabrication and how old are you and how you like your eggs and in which position do you sleep.
jesus lord the voice of the ocean. the voice of something who should turn to smut audiobooks. please talk to me more.
List of smut prompts
“So how do you want me to fuck you?”
“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”
“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”
A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”
“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
“Can I… can I touch you?”
“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
“Can I— can I please touch myself?”
“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”
“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”
“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.”
A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips.
“Mine. All mine.”
“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”
“I love getting to know you like this.”
“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”
“Is this okay?”
“How much do you want this?”
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
“Shh, just a little more…”
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Say please.”
“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”
“Tell me how you want me.”
Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.
“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”
“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”
“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.”
“Need/want you in me.”
“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Not so fast, bun.”
“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”
“Want your fingers in me.”
“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Tell me how you like/want/need it.”
“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”
It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine.
“Rough or gentle?”
“Fuck, look at you right now…”
“You’re really messing with my head here.”
“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”
“Wanna feel you against me.”
“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”
“Clothes on or clothes off?”
“All yours. Only yours.”
“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”
“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”
“I want you to say my name like that again.”
“Aren’t you desperate?”
“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”
“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”
“Patience, love. We’re getting there.”
“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
“Be good for me.”
“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”
“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.”
“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”
“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.”
“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”
“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”
“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Please let me come.”
“I-I promise I’ll be good.”
“How are you feeling?”
“God, you feel so good around me.”
“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”
“You good?”
“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”
“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”
“You wanna take control?”
“Let me ride you.”
“Behave.”
“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”
“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”
“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”
“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”
“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”
A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”
“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.”
Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.
“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?”
“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”
In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”
“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.”
“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Lift your hips up for me.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”
“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”
“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”
“I want to be the one fucking you this time.”
“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”
“I think you’d look even better under me.”
“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.”
“Want you to ruin me.”
“Do whatever you want with me.”
“Just sit on my fucking face already.”
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
“What did I just say?”
“You feel so fucking good in me.”
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.”
“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”
“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”
“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”
“Let me make you feel good this time?”
“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.”
“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.”
“Let’s take it back to my place.”
“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”
“Turn around.”
“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”
“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”
“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”
Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long.
“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.”
“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”
“No one does it like you.”
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.”
“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.”
“Need a hand?”
“Aww, how eager can you get?”
“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.”
“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?”
“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”
“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”
“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”
“You’d sound so good begging for it.”
“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.”
“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”
“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.”
“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly.”
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&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( another collection of smutty dialogue for you heathens (affectionate). please do not interact if you are under eighteen. feel free to edit and change how you seem fit. )
❛ i know my worth. and if you want me, you'll do as i say. ❜
❛ you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise? ❜
❛ oh? does that turn you on? ❜
❛ you look good on your knees like this. ❜
❛ i'm not jealous. you're just mine. ❜
❛ i need you. please. i'll be quick. ❜
❛ you used to hate me, and now you can't take your eyes off me. ❜
❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜
❛ i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet. ❜
❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜
❛ such a good boy/girl. making me feel this good. ❜
❛ go on. fuck yourself on my cock. ❜
❛ you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. ❜
❛ keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud. ❜
❛ you taste so fucking good. ❜
❛ they can't fuck you like i can. ❜
❛ fuck, i've missed you. ❜
❛ keep going. just like that. ❜
❛ they don't get to have you like this, but i do. ❜
❛ pretty good, huh? i told you i'd make you feel good. ❜
❛ you're mine. and don't you forget it. ❜
❛ i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. ❜
❛ what, got nothing to say? no matter, i'll have you screaming in no time. ❜
❛ just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? ❜
❛ getting close? don't worry, i'll take care of you. ❜
❛ what would they think if they could see you now, huh? ❜
❛ maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up. ❜
❛ maybe if i sit on your face, that'll shut you up. ❜
❛ look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. ❜
❛ it's apparent in your eyes — you desire me. ❜
❛ don't stop. please, don't stop. ❜
❛ fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally. ❜
❛ you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you? ❜
❛ don't forget who you belong to. ❜
❛ if you want something, then you ask for it. ❜
❛ when was the last time someone fucked you? ❜
❛ i'll make us feel good. you'll love this. ❜
❛ how was that? satisfying enough for you? ❜
❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜
❛ what, afraid i might break you? ❜
❛ what, afraid you'll break me? ❜
❛ stop teasing and just put it in already. ❜
❛ fuck me harder. don't you want to make me feel good? ❜
❛ that's it, babygirl. ❜
❛ you want me to sit on your face? ❜
❛ i want this. let me have you like this. ❜
❛ now that you've given me what i want, i can give you what you need. ❜
❛ don't just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste. ❜
❛ i want you like you used to have me. like we had nothing else to live for. ❜
❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. ❜
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smut prompt list no. 3
1) mirror sex
2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
20) sleepy domestic sex
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there is nothing quite like being interrupted while absolutely immersed in whatever you're writing. i think this must be how fish feel when they're snatched out of the water by a bird of prey
❊ Getou Suguru who is pussy drunk wants you hot.
He wants you dirty. He wants you on your knees, on your back with your legs spread wide, looking at him from above. He wants you however you want to give yourself to him: there is little that can stop him from taking, and taking and taking some more from you.
He’d beg on his knees for an opportunity to lay on the ground, and have his eyes transfixed on your pretty, open pussy as you rub your clit, slide fingers inside and out of your hole, and make yourself wet. You have to give him the opportunity to observe you masturbate and make yourself feel good.
Getou would suck on your fingers, so that he can imagine the way his saliva enters you on your fingers, and it makes him hard just to know that he is part of that. He desperately wants to put his mouth on your wet spots, lick up all the juice and then save the moment in his mental repertoire so that he can recall it at any opportunity and coddle his cock in his hand and make himself feel less pathetic than he is.
There is desperation, and then there is Getou Suguru. Watching you take off your shirt? He is hard. Watching you apply lipstick? His hand is sliding inside his pants. Kissing you? He is going crazy, and his cock is throbbing. Sucking on your tongue? He will cum in his pants untouched.
Your touch makes him feral, and every single inch of skin touching is both a turn off and a scorching flame, and there is nothing he can do to quench his thirst if you.
He will worship your body and your soul.
Suguru will sniff you neck, leave hickeys as you rip his back to shreds with your nails, circle your hard nipples and then lightly bite them, and then suck on them as if they were the most delicious lollipop. He would trail your skin with his warm mouth, until he is at your Venus cusp and then slowly lower himself enough so that you can climb atop of him, and smudge your pussy on his nose and then ride his tongue into kingdom come.
After all, Getou Suguru has been created only for your pleasure.
He is there so that he can slide of his fingers inside of you, and scissors them until you are ready to take on his cock and comfortable host him for the time he can resist. Your walls hugging his throbbing dick, and feeling his fingers already working on your clit, because you can never have enough.
Suguru would slam into you hard and fast, and then thrusting deep and slow, his shaft burying within you to the hilt, his balls hitting you. He would continue to switch up the rhythm, and observe you as you come undone beneath him and then again in front of the mirror, your pussy in display for both of you to see as it clenches on his cock.
Suguru Getou wants you, and wants you to sport a white ring around his own manhood as he continues to fuck you stupid and cumming again and again, until you are full of his cum and have lost your mind enough to let him breed you just once more.
which of your faves is very well aware of how attractive they are and which ones have no idea?
wrong question. which ones are hotter knowing that they are hot and which ones have their charm explode only when they are complete oblivious?
I have a monster, the cutest post-its known to humanity, two prompts and no idea who am I writing for.
Love men who get horny from mundane things. He needs to go through a man’s equivalent of ovulation when he sees you folding laundry. He has to feel like he needs to be sedated because you were humming while making coffee. He should feel like he’s in heat simply because you giggled at something in your phone. It would be borderline offensive if your simple existence did not send him into the world’s most frenzy of All Time actually
If you take request can you make a fic where tsukishima finds out like that you have like prescribed stimulant meds for adhd and that you overdose them just to feel high and you can’t really stop overdosing
It would mean the world to me Thx!!! <<333
Tsukishima Kei is a model boyfriend. He is sweet, he is caring, he is a whole damn package - and yet, there are some things that you still are afraid to tell him.
It comes with the stigma, and the misunderstanding that you have faced for a long time before you even got to meet him - so, all in all, it has less to do with him being Tsukishima Kei and more with you being you. And being the way you are.
It even surprised you the way Kei reacted when you told him about your diagnosis, and the way he calmly asked whether he could help and explain to him exactly what it entailed and what he should look out for. You told him that the main part of you having ADHD is you being on medication that helps you regulate your moods as well as your ability to focus. You like to watch a series while you try to focus on your crochet, and you will likely forget his birthday - but Tsukishima Kei did not seem put off by any of it. He simply smiled and kissed you on the lips then, and he does not really mentioned anything about your neurodivergence.
You feel normal around him, for the most part.
And it is on days like this, when the medications calls to you, that you are so afraid that Kei is going to call and he will finally see the real you. The you that you have been hiding. The you that simply cannot stop taking those little pills. They you that chases the high of the immediate-release stimulants.
The you that makes you ashamed.
Kei cannot know - not when he has been so, so good to you and has been so accepting and sweet, and simply, perfect. It would be too much, for both him and you. You would have to explain why you take so many more pills you are actually prescribed, and how they make you feel. You would have to explain why you like being high.
The addiction is a side-effect.
The pills that you cannot stop yourself from consuming anymore, is another.
Tsukishima Kei being aware of that addiction is simply not a conversation you would like to have. Ever.
But maybe you’re so out of it, already in too deep, that you do not realise your mistake until it is too late. Tsukishima Kei is a very observant guy, and he would not be half as good as he is at what he does, if he wasn’t.
He notices the little details, and since he cares he tends to be even more observant than usual. The ADHD diagnosis makes him aware of what it entails for you, which translates to Kei being aware of your patterns, such as the hours when you usually take your medications. And maybe, it has been a longer time than you realised but once you hear the knock on your door, you simply giggle to yourself, thinking about how stupid you are, hoping that it is Kei at the door.
But that same smile dies at your lip,s when you open the door and there he stands: an adonis with a halo above his crown of blonde hair, his eyes painted in green shadows of trees and limes, the sweet smell of tangerines and baby powders wafting off him in waves. He smells like a safe space.
And he is glaring at you.
“You’re high, aren’t you?” He asks.
You are indeed high. In fact, you are so high that if you were not, you would feel your stomach drop into your feet. But you don’t: instead, you giggle again.
“What’s wrong of being a little high?” You rebut instead.
“How long has this been going on?” Kei ignores you, and forces his way in by sidestepping you. He marches confidently towards the bathroom. Laying on the sink, open and almost empty is the little orange container of your pills. He holds them up and observes how many you have ingested: a clearly higher number than you should have, as you got them just two days ago.
“I knew something was off when you forgot to take your pills yesterday. You have been in such a good mood that I forgot for a moment,” he mumbles, almost to himself. “I should have at least asked.”
‘Fuck,” he growls under his breath, as you stand at the door, your face now blank. You are at a loss of words, and the only things you want to do is laugh and maybe just lay on the floor and take a nap. After you have evicted Kei from your apartment and forgotten this has ever happened.
“How is this any of your business?” You hear yourself ask instead.
But those are definitely not the right words.
Kei turns to look at you as if you have grown a second head. And maybe, from the amount of pills it takes you now to get high, you must have.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Kei,” you start, a little laugh escaping your throat, “I seriously do not think this is a good moment. Please leave. Let’s talk tomorrow, yes?”
You walk towards Kei, who is still holding the pills, and take him gently. You try to drag him towards the door, but eh does not budge, his gaze drilling holes into your own face.
“Is this what you’re up to when I am not around?” He asks again, now his face straining. There is a shine to his eyes, and only now you can see the beads of sweat that are running down his forehead, and gathered in his cupid’s bow.
“Did you run here?”
Kei shakes his head. “Do you even remember sending me that message?”
“What message?” You pose the question, because this is the first you are hearing about this. Were you so out of it that you sent a message to him without realising?
“Kei…”
“No, I don’t want to hear it. Not right now,” he gives you a tug and puts the pills down on the sink again. Then he starts walking away.
And that’s when it hits you.
Tsukishima Kei is leaving.
Kei is leaving the house, Kei is leaving you.
He is he leaving for good. And there is nothing you can say. Nothing to defend yourself with, nothing to demand, nothing to give. What could you say in the end? That you cannot stop getting high because it makes you feel good? Because you miss the sensation when the pills wear off? That you cannot stop, and that Kei is the only thing that makes you feel better about yourself?
That’s out the question. It’s not like he would listen anyways.
You can hear his footsteps getting further and further, and the door has never looked as far as it does now.
Your knees buckle down and you can feel yourself slip down on the cold floor. That gives you some much needed clarity on the situation: Kei knows about how you are overdosing to get high, and is leaving. Of course he is.
That is exactly what you were afraid of. And why wouldn’t you? Tsukishima Kei is a rational person. And he might be the most respectful, kind and sweet boyfriend - but before all of that, Kei is a healthy person. He is whole, and he is exactly how he should be. He does not have to take medications to be normal. He does not have to make an effort to interact normally with anyone, he does not have an addiction that is the only way to make you feel something that is not constant fear of being not enough.
You simply do not deserve him. And that’s a truth you would have never wanted to acknowledge, except it doesn't matter anymore, because Kei left, he left you and he is never coming back.
He is not coming back to the broken piece he should have left behind so long ago.
The tears streaming from your face are just a symptom of a bigger cause: the pills are there to make you feel better,and so you can use them as you want. That, you have control of. How many pills you take is something only you have the ability to decide and nobody can tell you otherwise.
So you stand up, wipe away your tears and grab onto the small container that Kei dropped and empty it on your hand. But before you can bring it to your mouth to swallow it dry, you feel your hand being swatted like one would swat away a fly, and the pills falling on the ground.
“Noo,” you hear yourself whining.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Kei asks, his voice angry and cold in a way you have never heard before. “I asked you,” he repeats, as he brings his hand beneath your chin and tips it up so that you can look him in the eye, “what do you think you are doing?”
You stay silent.
“Do you think those pills will make you feel better now?” He demands, but it feels like a rhetoric question. “Did you ever think that you are making yourself worse?”
“Do you even realise how many pills have you taken today?”
“Around..ten?”
“Twenty-one. At least,” the retorts, almost too soon. “Twenty, fucking, one.”
He sighs deeply. “Since when have you started getting high off those?” He asks, again. But you don’t have an answer for him. You don’t remember.
“I don’t know,” you say, your voice low. There is another tear falling down on your cheek, but Kei wipes it off with his thumb. And sighs again.
Then, out of nowhere, he hugs you tight.
“I am sorry that I did not notice before,” Kei announces. He does not have to. It is not your job. “We are going to get you better,” he says.
Yet, now you cannot stop the open river that flows from your eyes. You hug Kei tighter and tighter, as if he could disappear from one second to another if you don’t hold him close enough. And maybe he would, but that’s a thought you want to entertain. Maybe you can just relax in his arms, for now.
He kisses you on the forehead, but does not let go.
He apologises another couple of times, for reasons you cannot understand, as he cajoles you into the bedroom and settles into a comfortable position in the bed.
“Can you promise that you will come to me first when you feel like you want to get high?” he asks, as he holds you between his arms, his breath warm on your forehead and the blankets huddling you from the outside world.
Here, only Kei and his soft voice exist.
Nothing else matters.
“I will try my best,” you tell him, but maybe it’s too soon to say. Who can tell what is going to happen next? You have no idea how long your addiction has been going on,so there is now way that it would be easy to let go of it. But maybe, trying will not be as hard as it could if Kei is holding you.
Maybe nothing will ever be heard if he there, by your side. If his eyes shine softly with the moonlight and are so full of that love you have always craved, and feared never being able to obtain. Maybe everything will forever be hard, if Kei would have left as you thought before. Maybe nothing would have been the same.
And yet, despite every single shortcoming, every single mistake you have made, he is still here. Laying in a bed of spines, his body pressed against yours, his eyes beaconing yours, his heart so open and vulnerable that you know you are going to hurt him, and that he will let you because you love him, and he loves you just as much.
“You can always lean on me,” he whispers, and kisses you neck, your hand as he wraps in in his, and then your closed eyelids. “Please rely on me, when you need it. You have no idea of how scared I was when you texted me how much you missed me, and that you were about to…” Kei stops himself. “Nevermind. Let’s talk later.”
You nod, as you begin to feel the draw of sleep get ahold of your limbs.
“You stubborn fool,” you can perhaps hear Kei harrumph, “you have no idea of how much I love you, don’t you?”
But maybe that is what he says in the dream.
It’s a good dream.
It’s a dream where Tsukishima Kei loves you unconditionally. It’s a dream where you don’t have to get high everyday. It’s a dream where you are at peace, and where Kei is always at your side, smiling and supporting you.
It’s a dream that makes reality feel so close, yet so far away.
And maybe, just maybe, it’s more real than you give yourself credit for.
omg hiii
If you still take requests, i want some fluff with haikyuu men pls. (ONLY IF U DO THAT OFC 🫶)
Im currently having my period abd left a stain on my new sofa😭, and i want them to comfort me 🥹
(I need an oikawa, tsukishima n kuroo pls, then who you wanna do, or just these three. THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭🫶)
haikyuu men + fluff antics feat. Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro and Oikawa Tooru.
— Tsukishima Kei.
It makes up for a pretty excuse that you had a tough week at work and there is nothing more you would like than to fall into your bed and forget about the world.
Always on the run, always trying to get more things in your schedule until you are running ragged is the only way you fare, and you tell yourself that nothing might make you better besides maybe a gallon of ice cream - but even then you know you are lying to yourself.
So, all it takes is one phone call and some minutes for a knock to come banging at your door. When you open it, a pink fluffy bathrobe the only thing you are wearing, Tsukishima Kei is standing at the door, a black bag hanging from his hand. He is trying to be non-chalant, but there is a certain expectation in his eyes that you cannot help but find endearing.
“Why, come in,” you invite him in, as Tsukishima takes off his shoes and leaves the snacks you did not request of him on the counter in the kitchen.
Then, all you need to do is wait sitting on the couch until Kei wanders in and sits against you. Immediately, you can feel your body getting more relaxed, the tendons losing their strung-like tension as your head plummets onto his broad shoulder.
“You are a terrible cuddle buddy, Kei,” you say, no real bite in your voice. You can already feel the softness of sleep tugging at your seams.
“That’s news to me,” he says as he settles in, and tugs you by your arm. You end up on his lap, side to his chest and you head finding itself into the right spot, tucked beneath his chin.
“You’re hard as a rock,” you mumble.
You can feel Kei freeze up. Once the double-entendre registers, you laugh at yourself - because you maybe have lost all your goddamned mind if now you can joke in front of Kei and not have it mean anything besides an expression of comfort in his presence.
“You really are a danger to me,” he answers, wrapping his hand around your shoulder as the other settled down on your thigh, and his thumbs start drawing senseless shapes onto your soft skin. He kisses your hair, and then you simply sit there, wrapped in the warmth and the love that oozes from every pore of the man that you swore would never been anything besides cold. And yet, here he is, cuddling you to sleep, his arms welcoming you everytime you need him.
His heartbeat becomes the rhythm of your breathing, and as the night goes on, you can feel your fatigue lulling you to sleep.
“You know, Kei?”
“Mmh,” he answers, half asleep himself, besides how he must not be in the most uncomfortable of positions.
“I think that ice cream is gonna melt,” you say, as you twine your fingers with his. His palm are slightly sweaty, but he brings your united hand to his mouth and kisses your hand softly, sealing a promise, the words of it lost to the night.
“Let it,” he answers.
“What if I want some at 4am?” You ask, almost upset thinking about the waste. But Kei does not let you get off his lap, he simply tightens his hold on you and nuzzles his nose in the space between your neck and shoulder.
“I’ll buy you some more,” he answers.
“Promise?”
“Yeah. Now, let’s go to sleep,” he says, as he sweeps you in a princess hold and all you have to do is let him walk to your bedroom and close your eyes, knowing that tomorrow is going to be another day.
— Kuroo Tetsuro.
Kuroo is late to bed.
Tetsuro is never late. But he has been spending an unhealthy amount in the bathroom, and if that is not annoying, then the music coming out of it, certainly is. Why is Kuroo tetsuro even listening to girly pop music as he does whatever it is he does for so long?
If you did not know him, you would probably assume he was stealing your skincare products. But despite him taking very good care of himself, Tetsuro hates having any kind of cream on his body - so that is not the case.
“Tetsu! Are you coming to bed or not? I’m going to fall asleep without you,” you shout, your head on your comfortable pillow in Tetsuro’s bed, sprawled in diagonal and occupying all the space you can possibly take.
“Don’t you dare, you fiend,” he screams back. He appears from the door a minute later, fully pj-clothed and a shit-eating grin on his face, his hand somehow down in a disarray. He looks as if he has a fight inside the bathroom, at which you just shake your head and pat the small space left on the bed near you.
Kuroo crawls on the bed, and then, continuing being the menace that he is, he lightly bites you thigh, then kisses your stomach and settles on it.
“Do you think I am your personal pillow, Kuroo?”
“For all matters and purpose, yes you are,” he drawls as he makes himself more comfortable. His cheek is laying on your belly, his hands wrapped around your waist and his own legs tangling with yours.
The softness of the lighting makes the scene look out of a book, with Tetsuro contentedly sighing as he is smiling to himself, his favourite person there with him, pliant to his whims and him being ready to go anything for his girl.
“It is even comfortable?” you ask, a little unsure. Kuroo has always been physical, but the sleeping-in-same-bed is a new thing for you. You are not used to whatever his little quirks are, but Tetsuro has the special ability to make you feel safe anywhere.
The bedroom is not an exception. He never asks for anything, but you know that he is trying to gauge where your boundaries stand and how far can he push them. The innocent glint in his eyes is the proof that the mischief is a calculated move from his side to understand what makes you uncomfortable and how he can work around it, while possibly holding your hand.
Suddenly, Tetsuro takes your hand and puts it on his disheveled head.
“Pet me, please” he asks. It is such a wild, out of pocket request that your brain short circuits for a while. Tetsuro does not lose his mind as you do, and guides your hand into a stroking motion that makes you feel how soft his hair actually is.
“I am the most comfortable with your hands on me,” he says, and that takes you by surprise.
“I want you in my sight all the time, and the easiest way for me to have that, is you touching me. I want you to be comfortable to touch me anywhere, anytime my love,” he says, slow and deliberate.
The blush rises to your cheeks unprompted.
“You are such a smooth talker,” you accuse as you continue stroking his hair and he makes himself more at home between your legs.
He laughs softly and presses another small kiss onto your stomach.
“Only for you,” he says and cheekily winks.
Your combined laughter can be heard across the apartment, as the candles melt off and the sun sets, Tetsuro’s eyes closing, and yours following suit not long after.
— Oikawa Tooru.
“Babe?” you hear your boyfriend calling you softly from somewhere inside the house. Sitting on the kitchen stool, you have no intention to move. Your stomach hurts, everything is tragedy and you are one step away from committing a crime. But Oikawa Tooru does not know any of that.
He wanders inside with his bright smile, wattage of around one hundred thousand suns, as brightens up even more when his warm brown eyes land on you.
“What are you smiling for?” you ask, grumpy.
Tooru just pouts.
“I am happy that I get to see the love of my life,” he responds, slightly offended - but not butthurt. Which is summary of Tooru in your relationship with him: a gentle, sweet, caring soul that bruises easily but bounces back as easily, at least when it comes to you. You don’t have the guts to keep your mood sour in his presence.
As Tooru comes around, kisses your shoulder and hugs you from behind, all you can think about is how exactly did you manage to make this man yours. You let out a heavy breath and wrap your arm around his neck, keeping his warm breath clashing against your back and his presence enough to make you melt.
“I am sorry,” you say as you turn around to face him, his smile already back on his plump lips, and his eyes full of love.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I would love you even if you stabbed me,” he chuckles and hugs you tighter. You leave a kiss on the side of his mouth, and he chases you back planting a soft couple of kisses on your mouth.
“I just want to rest,” you say, exhausted. Your shoulder slump, and you can feel Tooru supporting you, both with his words and his body. You have nothing to be afraid of. All you need is this man being his usual self, making your worries simply disappears into nothing.
“Let’s tuck you inside the bed, and I’ll come to make a sweet hot chocolate,” he says and props you up in his arms, and carries you to the bedroom. The apartment is small enough that it is a short walk, but you know Tooru must be exhausted too, after his training - and yet, here he is, taking care of you, without any word of displeasure or hint of annoyance.
“Thank you, Tooru.”
As you settle in, Tooru simply looks at you as he goes back to the kitchen and says nothing.
When he is back with a steaming mug few minutes after, you feel the need to say something, before you regret it.
“Hey Tooru,” you begin.
“Yeah?”
“You know that I love you, right?”
Tooru delivers the mug on your bedside table and leans in for a kiss. “I do. And I love you too, my bunny.”
He kisses you again, and when he is back in bed, he settles you in his arms, his arm functioning as a arm for your head. Your breaths are synced and there is nothing to say besides the words that lay unsaid between the two of you. But they are all words of comfort and love, and there is nothing uncomfortable in leaving them in silence.
You both know. Tooru caresses your arms, your waist, and cups your face.
“If you ever have a tough day, you can vent to me. You can call me and shout at me if you need. There is nothing I cannot bear, if it is for your sake,” he voices slowly, as if afraid the words will sound somehow twisted after the silence.
But you smile, and perch yourself high, your hand wrapping around Tooru’s neck and leaning into him to kiss him goodnight.
“You always make it better with this stupidly stunning face of yours,” you answer.
“I knew you were dating me for my looks, damn it,” he throws back and kisses you once again, as the world falls away. His angelic face is monumental when he is asleep, but you hope he never finds that out. God forbid his ego grows even more.
scrap everything, is there anything you guys want to read? anything? any characters, any prompt?
+ 30 DoPS Event +
– Day 1 - Runaway’s Legs.
Who does this poem remind you of?
ideas on who, unironically, would ask you to call him daddy?
you don’t get it; i need to be worshipped by Caleb on his knees, whimpering, crying and bleeding as he pleads to just please, please, please let him make me come on his tongue one last time and asking me to tell him how much of a good boy he is being.
«30 DAYS OF POETRY SLAM»
Welcome to 30 Days of Poetry Slam.
What is DoPS?
#DoPS is my new brand event which will be running for 30 days, from 1st June to 30th June 2025. Every post pertaining to it will be tagged as #DoPS.
How will DoPS work?
You will be matching pieces of suggestive poetry with a character of your choosing, with one character picked for every day. I will be posting the poetry beforehand, and will ask you to tell me which character does it remind you of - the most popular one will get matched with it (and of course, a backstory of how does the poetry come to life).
Which fandom’s character can you send to match to the poetry?
I write for the following fandoms (so any of them are welcome): Haikyuu!!, Bungo Stray Dogs, Jujutsu Kaisen, Boku no Hero Academia (My Hero Academia), Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer), Yuukoku no Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot), Blue Lock, Naruto, Love and deepspace and Obey Me!.
P.S. I do not write suggestive prompts for canonically underage characters.
Can you participate in DoPS?
Absolutely. Feel free to send me your poetry, poetry you find sexy or any material can you feel might be useful to write or find suggestive poetry. My inbox is always open for requests, suggestions and questions.
Can you give an example of suggestive poetry?
Of course. The following short poems are all originals:
The bigger the nose, the better he is endowed, no matter what pose he's going to make you scream loud.
Plead for a little death, and grant me release without any above prayers he makes me in God believe.
Meant as a vision touched as a sin his smile is your prison as he bends your will from within.
As the calendar grows weary with lost days and the grace of heaven is failing to reach your eyes there is a better subject of worship that always makes you cry as he watches from above and moans away his crimes and he talks, he talks of honour but he fails not to stray from it at night he becomes the face of your future as you sit atop his as the leaves drop on the ground he loves to make you drop on your knees.
And, no, it does not have to rhyme. I just came up with these, but they do not have to follow the same pattern.
Yes, these are four different poems.
If you have any question please send me an ask.
Please reblog this. Thank you!
