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Tantalizing Smell - Giyu Tomioka

ఌ Ft. Giyu x Hashira fem reader

WC: 3k

warnings: Smut, PwP, Sex Pollen, Marking, Penetration, nipple play, slighy caught, someone watching, fem reader, pet name (use of babe from reader)

A/N: maybe making a part 2

kurokawaia

彡 INTOXICATIONノGiyuu Tomioka

MDNI - 18+ノWARNINGS :: Giyuu x fem!reader, explicit sexual content, alcohol use/intoxication, heavy kissing and making out, fingering, first-time sex, soft D/s undertones, missionary/straddling positions, praise, marking, creampie/breeding implications, overstimulation, + more? total wc :: 1.6k

DAY THREE - INTOXICATIONノm.list ノkinktober m.list

You were only a few cups of sake in when you could feel a fuzzy feeling in your chest and body. You know your limit, and you know when you are drunk, this was enough to get you to get out of your shell and loosen up. Just as you were about to take another sip, Giyuu calls out to you.

"Here," he says, handing you a new bottle of sake. "This one's better."

chiharuhashibira

Requesting a Giyuu HC how he'd handle female reader who's introverted, independent but had a warm persona, and definitely playful with him in private! Can be fluff, NSFW and please everything. 🩵🩵

𝓨𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓮𝓼!

Thank you for the request @tenshinokokyu~ I'll do this HC and I hope it can be spicy enough!

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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆 𝑼𝒑

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 & 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: Upper part is SFW but don’t scroll down past the NSFW Warning if you’re a minor! MDNI!

🌸𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒌𝒂🌸

vrystalius

pt.2 // NSFW Alphabet — Giyu Tomioka

Part 2 of the NSFW Alphabet, all about the water hashira.

Pairing: Giyu x gn!reader

Here’s part one of the NSFW alphabet (From A to M)

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Giyu’s most major turn-off is emotional detached sex. Sex, for him, is all about love and devotion, so if you ever suggest taking the edge off by having sex, Giyu’ll outright deny you. He’d wrap his hand gently around yours and place a kiss on your palm, gently pushing you away. He craves intimacy and you only doing this for his pleasure is not very romantic or intimate.

“Maybe another time. I’m not in the mood today.”

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Receiving

Giyu will not deny when you offer, but he won’t ask or expect it. His hands would hover over your head, his thighs trembling slightly while his hands were unsure of where to rest. His head would be thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. He is restraining himself to completely give into the pleasure you’re giving him, trying not to completely break down. But as you go on, the control of his own body slowly seeps through his fingers in the same way moans escape his lips, becoming louder and louder. Here and there, you might hear a little begging for more.

Giving

He prefers giving. Giyu finds his own pleasure in giving it to you and making you cum, over and over and over. He’s not the type to rush it either— he wants to experience every single moment at the fullest. The taste, the warmth, the smell, you… Everything is perfect when Giyu’s resting between your thighs, your thighs enclosing his head tightly. It’s almost pleasantly crushing.

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

As mentioned before, Giyu loves romantic sex. So, he’s going slow and sensual, savouring every single second he’s being blessed by you with this. His mind goes blank while his hips slowly snap faster and faster against yours. While he’s approaching his high, he starts becoming faster and more impatient, but at the same time, Giyu is trying to remain at a slow paste to savour everything for a little longer, but he just can’t. He needs you, he needs to hear you whine or cry out, he craves to have you tighten around him while he reaches his own peak of pleasure— maybe he can even cum inside of you.

velaenam

frat boys! giyuu & sanemi headcanons <3

18+ NSFW! fratboy!giyu x reader x fratboy!sanemi

i promised.... i shall deliver!! fratboy!tengen x reader x fratboy!rengoku!

fratboy!giyuu doesn’t party — but he shows up for you

you never see him at big house parties. you’ve asked around, and the others say he hates the noise. but the moment you say you’re going, he appears. dark hoodie, hands in pockets, standing somewhere near the wall where he can keep an eye on you without drawing attention. he always leaves early — but not before asking, in that quiet, low voice, “are you coming with me or staying?”

fratboy!giyuu texts you like he means it

he’s not a fan of small talk. his messages are few, and short. but when he sends them, they hit hard:

“did you eat?” “you looked tired today.” “i had a dream about you.” “can i see you tonight?”

and when you don’t reply quick enough, he doesn’t double text. but you know he’s staring at his phone waiting anyway.

fratboy!giyuu is so quiet in bed you think you’re doing something wrong — until you hear him breathe

soft little gasps when he pushes in, teeth gritted when you clench around him, a broken “fuck” when you moan his name. he doesn’t say much — but the way his hands tremble on your hips? the way his forehead presses to yours like he can’t believe this is real? it’s all there.

fratboy!giyuu jerks off to the thought of your voice

not even your body — just the way you said his name that one night. that soft breathy “giyu…” when you asked him to stay. he has his eyes closed and his hand around his cock, stroking slow, imagining how you’d sound if he made you cry from pleasure. he doesn’t tell you this. but you feel it the next time he kisses you. + sometimes he'll put you through voicemail just to save your voice notes.

fratboy!giyuu obsessive about you in a quiet, terrifying way

you left your lip balm in his car once. he keeps it in his pocket now. he has your class schedule memorized. he walks the long way across campus just to pass by the cafe he knows you study at. when you ask how he always finds you, he just shrugs. “lucky, i guess.”

fratboy!giyuu likes when you ride him — slow, deep — while he's taking a drag

your thighs shaking, your chest rising and falling against his, your hand in his hair. he holds your waist in place and lets you take your time. “just like that,” he whispers, voice cracking. “you feel good… so good, fuck.” he barely blinks. he watches you lose your mind as he sparks a blunt as he thinks about if he wants to put you in a mating press or what next. and look at you, so fucked deep out of your mind you can't realize he's scheming.

liliacsdelight

KNY Men v.s "Please... take some out."

Demon Slayer Men x BlackFem!Reader

KNY men with you all soft and overwhelmed, whispering “please… take some out.” Each man reacts in his own way, but they all push you deeper. This post includes: Himejima Gyōmei, Tomioka Giyū, Uzui Tengen, Haganezuka Hotaru(sexy sword smith), Sanemi Shinazugawa, Akaza, and Kokushibō.

❤︎18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ❤︎

Himejima Gyōmei

Gyōmei is massive everywhere, and you feel it most between your legs. His dick drags too deep, blunt head bullying your cervix until you’re whimpering. You gasp it out—“please, take some out.” He pauses, prayer beads slipping through his thick fingers as if he’s debating mercy. His voice comes ragged: “Forgive me, but I cannot.” Instead of easing up, he rocks forward deeper, slow and grinding, making you choke. His chest heaves above you, sweat dripping, as he whispers almost reverently, “Your body was made to endure me.” He holds you open with his weight, thrusts deliberate, each one testing your limit. When you cry out again, his thumb finds your clit—giving you pleasure as punishment. His dick stays rooted, never giving an inch back, until you break around him.

Tomioka Giyū

Giyū pretends restraint, but once he’s in, it’s all quiet cruelty. His dick is thick enough to make you see stars when he bottoms out. You whine, “Giyū…please, take some out.” He doesn’t respond—just breathes through his nose, watching your face twist. He pulls back an inch like he’ll listen, then slams the whole length in again, stealing your air. “Too much?” His voice is flat, almost mocking, the faintest smirk tugging his mouth. Then he starts with shallow, teasing thrusts, just the head stroking your soaked walls until you’re begging for the depth he just denied. When you beg again for relief, he buries himself to the hilt and holds you down. “You’ll take all of it. That’s what you asked for.”

Uzui Tengen

Tengen makes it a performance. He’s big, flashy, and he knows it—the stretch of him inside you makes your thighs tremble. You gasp, nails clawing his jeweled arms, “please, Tengen, take some out.” He laughs, low and dazzling, hips never slowing. “Oh, you’re too sweet. Too good at begging.” He gives you a shallow roll of his hips, cockhead nudging your sweet spot just to watch you shiver, then slams the rest in with a groan. “Sound like music when you cry.” He alternates—teasing you with shallow strokes, then punishing you with the full length. His wives taught him patience, but with you? He breaks it, pushing until your voice cracks. He kisses your tears, grinning, “Flashy girls can take it flashy. Don’t hold back for me.”

Haganezuka Hotaru

The swordsmith is unhinged in bed, just like in his forge. He’s rough, obsessive, cock blunt and heavy when it sinks too deep. You cry out, “please, Hotaru, take some out.” His mask is off, his grin wild as he presses harder. “You think I’m letting go after all this work? No. You’ll take the thing.” He pounds into you, every thrust a strike, sharp and relentless, muttering curses between gasps. He smears sweat and soot across your thighs as he grips you open wider. His obsession is you now, not steel. When you sob into his shoulder, he growls, “Cry louder. Means I forged you right.” He stays buried deep until his cum overflows, filling you the way he hammers his steel—with manic devotion.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He hears the tremor in your voice—“please…take some out”—and the way it makes him hum is almost tender. He doesn’t hesitate; his voice rough and sure. “You think you get to ask me to ease up?” Then he shoves back in, hard and deliberate. When you beg between moans, he leans close, breath hot, and mocks you with a rasped, “Shut up and take it.” His fingers braid into your coils, chin jabbing so you look at him while he fucks you, watching your plush lips part. He slaps your ass, hard, then buries himself deeper as if to prove a point—every inch taken, no mercy given. He keeps going until your legs tremble and your body folds around him, raw and full, and even then he doesn’t slow—just holds you there, teeth bared and breathing hard, like he’s claimed you by force of will.

Akaza

Akaza is hunger incarnate. His cock stretches you raw, bottoming out too easily. You choke, “Akaza, please…take some out.” He snarls, thrusting harder, voice shaking with lust. “No. I want it all. I want to ruin you.” He pins your wrists, presses you down, fucking you through every plea. The slick sounds are obscene, wet and constant, your rich skin shining with sweat as he drives deeper. His demon strength makes it worse—you can’t move, can’t breathe as his cock drills deep, each thrust stealing sound from your throat. He bites your shoulder bloody, groaning against your skin. “I’ll tear this pussy apart if I have to. Beg again—makes me harder.” He doesn’t pull back, not even an inch, until he spills inside you hot and endless, grinding deeper as if trying to brand you from the inside.

Kokushibō

Kokushibō is cold precision. His cock is long, thick, brutal in its stretch. You gasp, broken, “please…take some out.” Six eyes burn down on you, unblinking. “Pathetic.” His voice is a sneer as he thrusts deeper, forcing every inch into your trembling body, cock pistoning until your vision spots. He slows only to watch—to see how your cunt struggles to take him, how your tears shine under moonlight. “Your body denies me, yet it grips like it craves me. Which is it?” He pulls back shallow, just to give you a moment of false relief—then drives the full length home again, making you scream. He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, ruined, creaming around him despite your pleas. Tears cling to your lashes, trembling before spilling down in glistening streaks. His aftershocks are cruel—grinding deeper while whispering, “I will never take less.”

❤︎𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 ❤︎

Another KNY set

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lunarkace

࿔*:･ﾟ giyu can’t go a day without burying his face between your thighs

tw: oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, spit, begging, perv!giyu

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The Tomioka estate was always empty, always too quiet - until he touched you.

Giyu had a rhythm to it, the same way he did with a sword. Purposeful. Relentless. Precise. Except instead of demons, it was your thighs he opened with his hands, your cunt he ruined with his tongue and fingers until you were shaking, sobbing his name into the stillness.

It didn’t matter when.

peachdues

If…if I just so happened to ask if you had any other thoughts about Virgin Giyu, what hypothetically would you say?

Oh I have much to say about Virgin!Giyuu.

I think how he’s written in The Great War is a good introduction to my thoughts about this (especially considering his later “lessons” with Uzui), so much of what I’ll say here is included in the fic.

NSFW below the cut!

eikyuuni

18+ mdni

you notice it the first time when you take his hand without warning. his knuckles are rough, calloused from years of sword work, and you bring them to your lips in a quick kiss, just to tease him.

he freezes. giyuu tomioka—the man who can slice demons without blinking—stops dead at the sight of your mouth on his hand. his ears turn red, though his expression hardly changes.

"...why are you doing that?" he asks quietly, voice low but strained.

"because i want to."

the answer shouldn't be enough, but for him, it is. he looks away, though you can feel the way his hand twitches in yours—like he doesn't want you to let go.

later, when you're sprawled out beneath him, his weight pressing you into the sheets, he can't stop thinking about it. his hands keep moving without him telling them to; cupping your jaw, stroking your cheek, slipping down to rest at your throat where your pulse races against his palm.

he looks at you with that unreadable face of his, but his voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, "open your mouth."

you blink, surprised, but do as he asks. his fingers slide past your lips, careful but insistent, and his breath hitches when your tongue curls around them. your eyes meet, and something in him cracks.

"you..." he swallows hard, shifting above you. "you'll take me like this?"

you nod, lips wrapped around his fingers, and his composure falters completely when he pulls his hand free—wet, glistening—and presses it between your thighs.

"so wet," he murmurs, pushing those same fingers inside you with a shaky exhale. he curls them experimentally, watching the way your body clenches around him. "it's just... from this?"

your moan answers him, and his jaw tightens, eyes dark as his rhythm grows more confident. he leans down, lips brushing your temple, his voice a whisper meant only for you.

"your body's unbelievable. all this from my hands..."

though he keeps moving, steady and relentless, you realise he's just as undone as you are—every shudder of your body making him fall deeper into this new fixation he never saw coming.

a/n a repost from my old/inactive blog yuunisvault so if it looks familiar, that's why! likes and reblogs are much appreciated! | kny masterlist

perlleta

:: kuroo who is totally not just a friend [ mix of a few random scenarios ] ⋆ #2589 w ⨟ guys i hate people in love this is way too domestic.

You don’t even remember how you started being friends with kuroo, all you do remember is that you saw that smirk of his around campus a few times and suddenly you were hanging out together almost everyday, and you’ve always loved his outgoing and fun persona that he put up. And you also don’t know when everything started to feel like routine with him.

⋆ ¹ assignments

"tetsu' stop messing around and finish your assignment," you say in a stern voice, it was one of the many times you and him go to your fav cafe to get some stuff done while just existing in each others orbits, but he has been paying no mind to his opened laptop and instead mindlessly going around his phone and sometimes poking you for fun.

"Okay mom," he groans and goes to his laptop. Honestly he has just been trying to get your attention this whole time.

You give him a deadpan look, and he sheepishly smiles at you, as you were about to look away and roll your eyes at him, you notice his crooked collar. You scoot over, arms coming up to straighten up the colar of his shirt rather aggressively as he just stares at you.

chicasdiary

Synopsis₊˚ While at a bonfire party with some other teams Kuroo gets jealous

Contents: Fluff

Kuroo knows you don’t like party’s but he’s been begging for weeks to bring you along to this bonfire. He says he wants to “show you off” to everyone, you cringe every time you hear this, but still here you are finishing your makeup texting him that you’re ready. You’re wearing a jean skirt, one of his hoodies he threw at you one day, and white sneakers. Your hairs down because almost every time you have it up he ends up pulling it out complaining that you’re “hiding your beauty”. Suddenly as your dissecting your out fit you here a knock at your door.

At the door is your boyfriend Kuroo holding a case of drinks and a cooler by his feet.

“What is all that for?” You ask letting him in.

“I forgot to put the drinks in the cooler, like the idiot I am.” He said placing a kiss to ur temple with a small snicker.

Once you’re done helping him y’all head to his car, him opening your door of course. Settling in the car you realize he’s not starting it and is just staring at you with a stupid smile.

“Is something wrong Tetsuro?” You question checking your face in the mirror.

“You just look beautiful,” he says with a small laugh “especially since you’re in my stolen hoodie.”

“Tetsuro you threw this at me last week when i mentioned a breeze,” you said laughing with him “now let’s got it’s kinda far I don’t want to be the last one there.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said starting the car and pulling out of your car.

Once you get there Kuroo is bombarded with greetings, most of them familiar faces. Especially Bokuto-your childhood friend- who pulls you into a hug the moment he sees you. You walk around talking to team mates and others from different teams. Staying right next to Kuroo, his arm around your waist, until you suddenly loose track of him. You look around for a little, stopping often to talk to Nekoma students. But you give up after trying to find him and sit by the fire in a chair someone brought. Then out of the corner of your eye you see someone come sit next to you. You can’t really put a name to their face but they seem familiar.

“Hey.” The guy says

“Oh hi.” You say awkwardly, praying for Kuroo to come back.

“I’m Takahiro Hanamaki, I go to Aoba Joshai.”

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N I go to Nekoma, it’s nice to meet you.” You say trying to be polite.

“You know you looked all lonely sitting over here alone,” he said clearly trying to keep the conversation going “you look pretty too.”

God your gripping your knee now wishing you stayed walking around looking for Kuroo. You wish someone was here even if it was just Kenma. All the sudden a hand lands on the guys shoulder.

“Yeah I think she knows she’s pretty bro.” Kuroo says with his sly smile. The guy is visibly startled and feeling awkward .

You stand up coming to Kuroos side as a hand slips to your hip as the guy bows and walks away quickly. When you look at Kuroo he’s making a pouty face, jutting his lip out and turning his face to the side.

“Now why are you pouting, you left me I had to sit there all by myself, I even tried looking for you.” You said with a bored look on your face.

“Oh I’m sorry baby,” he said sliding both his hands to the small of your back looking you in the eyes. “ I had to pee I thought it would take two seconds but of course Bokuto got me side tracked.”

“You know good and well you went along with him gladly.” You said acting annoyed.

He places a kiss to your cheek in an attempt to make up for it. Leading you to walk near the drinks.

“Maybe I should just carry you on my hip so everyone knows your mine.” He says glaring in the guys direction “ He better expect that if we play Aoba Johsai I’m spiking a ball right at his face, serves him right for talking to my girl.”

“Tetsuro you sound pretty jealous.” You say poking his chest teasingly.

“Maybe a little, but it’s everyone here who should be jealous. I’ve got the most perfect girl, who I’m never giving up by the way.”

“You better not give me up.” You say turning your face away from his.

He grabs your face and places a soft kiss to your lips making sure you understand he’s yours. For the rest of the night you both stay close the fire and even closer to each other. His grip on your hip tighter than normal.

I think my next post will either be fratjo x art student reader orrrr nerdjo x engineer reader (rivalry)

Add any request in the comments₊˚⊹ ᰔ

itadoriisyl

haikyu men who would baby you ⋆˚꩜｡

author’s notes: i just realised i only chose captains for this. oopsi. also this is slop i wrote bc i haven’t written in a while, i apologise!!!!! my brain just doesn’t want to come up with ideas </3

sawamura daichi ⋆˚꩜｡

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he’s the dad of Karasuno, as we all know. as a captain, he’s responsible and always looking out for those around him, making sure they’re taking care of themselves so they can be at the top of their game. he values respect and manners, and despite his competitive nature, he really does try his best to be civil with people— even shittykawa.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 however, with you, it’s a different type of caring nature. you’re his girlfriend!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he’s a true gentleman, so he wouldn’t call it ‘babying’ you, he just views the way he treats you as the way any good man would behave around a pretty lady. although, it is text book babying, just don’t call it that to his face.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 daichi follows the side walk rule, even on a rainy day when cars are driving through puddles and spraying him with murky water. he always gives you the cushiony booth at the table even though it means he’ll get stuck with the rigid and far too hard wooden seat that makes his ass feel flatter than it was before when he finally stands up. around daichi, you’re only carrying your purse or school bag while he has your gym bag, and the other bags of trinkets, clothes, makeup, and accessories that you had to splurge on.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he runs a strict programme!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 texts to ensure you’ve eaten if you’re apart, but if you’re eating together, he’s giving you ‘the look’ if he catches you picking at your food rather than eating it. you always end up with a to-go box, because he hates waste, and also wants to ensure you’ll have something to eat later in case you finally decide you’re hungry.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 immediately corrects someone if they take a tone with you, and not because he thinks you’re helpless, he just wants to make sure himself it won’t happen again.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 a hand is always tastefully placed on your back or your waistline, and you’re a frequent receiver of forehead kisses!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you visit him at practice? he gets a little sloppy because he’s too concerned making sure a ball doesn’t hit you. and so is everyone else because if someone noya and hinata hit you with a ball, terror will rain down on the entire team.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 just as he does for others, he keeps a close eye on how the team acts around you. if kageyama and hinata happen to get into a fight again, or if noya and tanaka are being too rambunctious, or if tsuuki is being a shit head, he’s trailing them away from you (and yachi, sweet baby yachi) by the collar.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 all in all, very protective gentleman, mama raised him right!

kuroo tetsurō ⋆˚꩜｡

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he’s halfway there with daichi. he genuinely dotes on you and ensures you’re happy and doing well, but he’s also a huge tease :(

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 another follower of the side walk rule, his arm will be smugly snaked around your shoulders or waist, or perhaps his hand is resting inside your back pocket if you’re wearing jeans because he’s quite the show off in his own right.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he’s a guy who’s willing to order for you if you’re too shy, or in a mood that makes the idea of socialising feel nausea inducing. partially because he enjoys feeling like a good boyfriend, it makes him feel good about himself!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he lets you swatch makeup on his hand and wrist too, and gives genuine input on which one he likes best rather than saying ‘i like them all’ when he’s barely looked at them.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but unlike daichi, he’ll also smoosh your cheeks together and coo in the most infuriatingly condescending voice when you’re toeing that line between frustration and irritation, and wanting to murder him.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 leaning close and asking you “what’s wrong with my baby? is she upset?” as he ruins your makeup by squishing even harder while planting the wettest smooch to your lips before snickering.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 there are times that he dramatically pulls you to his chest when you complain about the most minor of inconveniences, murmuring sarcastic curses against the tender shell of your ear as he rocks you back and forth.

“oh no, how could something to terrible happen to my babyyyy?” and as per usual, he proceeds to snort softly as you begin to bicker back against his teasing.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but, to testurō’s credit, he doesn’t play when you’re actually upset. not one bit. the very moment he realises you’re on the verge of tears, or so stressed and angry you can’t think straight, he’s there.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 this man will do some homework for you to take the load of, and sneak it back to you the next morning before a teacher can see.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 after school, he’ll knock on your door and (as politely as possible) rush greetings with your parents so he can dart to your room and pamper you.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 a massage to your temples or stomach whilst you nestle inti his side, soft words that are only spoken to prove he’s listening to your cries or rants. he uses tissue to dry your tears, kisses your cheeks and scratches at your scalp with the hopes to lull you to sleep.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 through all of this, he continues to call you his ‘baby’, but of course, in these moments, his voice has lost all traces of sarcasm.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he always hopes he can sneak a sleepover on these kinds of nights, but on the occasion he can’t? he’s softly waking you back up as he leaves, just so you don’t go wondering where he’s gone to.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and when he’s home? he’s calling you, checking in despite not even being gone for twenty minutes.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you’re his BABY.

oikawa toorū ⋆˚꩜｡

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you both baby each other.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he adores pampering his girl, but he expects equal pampering back, i fear. he’s utterly spoiled.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he is a big fan of cliche romance, so he honestly feels a little insulted if you don’t let him carry your bags or open doors for you. he feels as if people are staring at him and thinking that he’s a terrible boyfriend for not waiting on you hand and foot.

“baby please, just give me one bag. people are looking”

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you will not catch this man lacking when his reputation is at stake.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 fixes your posture???

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 “you’re too pretty to slouch, chin up, baby.”

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 toorū believes you are too pretty to do anything, although, he also thinks this about himself, so he really does try to get literally anyone else to do things for you. he’s the reason ‘sit there and look pretty’ exists.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 similarly to posture, he is very insistent on lip balm usage. especially in winter! he hates seeing his baby with chapped lips. they look sore, why should she have to deal with that?

and he’s an absolute child so he only has flavoured ones, usually of the pink variety such as strawberry, raspberry, or lychee. you will not find a single plain nivea or vaseline on him.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 canonically, he’s quite whiny. a big complainer, so if you begin to complain about something, so does he! and for a while, it’s a back and forth of both of you validating each other’s concern and saying ‘no, because it is a big issue!! don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, babe!’.

he’s also a big gossip, so complain to him about someone, and he’s immediately talking shit about them too, despite the fact that he has never, and probably will never, meet them.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 additionally, toorū is physical touches biggest fan! and this coincides with him babying you. for you, he’ll adjust your sleeves and collar when it’s getting a little chilly, or zip your jacket up. holds you close under and umbrella if it’s raining, and pulls your hood down a little further because he noticed the tip of your nose getting wet.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 remember, he wants this attentiveness reciprocated! he’s is your baby as much as you are his!

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showhay

Hiiii, first of all, i LOVE ur stories, u r my fav writer<3, I would love it if u could make another story with Yamaguchi where the reader is Karasuno's manager and I'll leave the rest up to u 🥺🥺? Sorry, I'm not good at thinking of ideas for stories.😭🙏

favorite

— tadashi would brush the court floor with a toothbrush if it meant you’d smile at him for three seconds longer.

yamaguchi tadashi x manager!f!reader

c/w: fluff!! cat-like behavior (i implemented this in here so that it doesn’t get boring, it doesn’t affect the story at all)

thank u bby!! i hope this is good 😚

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

showhay

Hii hope you're all well n good! (Also I'm not sure if you take requests and such because it hasn't been specified on your page 😅) But I wanted to ask if you could make a story (if it's possible) where it's like yamaguchi x fem!reader, but maybe reader is kageyama's twin?

And yamaguchi thinks that he could never be loved and believes he's hard to love whereas for reader - he's the only she could ever love and she loves him like breathing.

And personally I feel it'll suit your writing style! (also it's a SOO good omg <33) And also because of the fact that I'm deprived of yamaguchi x reader fics 😭

hi hi hi! thank you! i wrote this when i was baking last night but i forgot to upload it🥹

synopsis: yamaguchi tadashi is the most perfect person in your eyes.

yamaguchi tadashi x f!reader

category: fluff fluff flufff!!

you as tobio’s twin sister.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

showhay

microdose - KOZUME K.

need to dose you like a micro. baby, it’s alright though.

kozume kenma x f!reader basically kenma malfunctioning every time he feels your presence.

for kenma, this is a strictly disciplined medical trial.

kenma was a man of logic, pixels, and very specific boundaries. he knew that too much of a good thing—like an unpatched exploit or a caffeine-induced heart palpitation—was a recipe for disaster. you were his ‘good thing,’ a human solar flare that had accidentally wandered into his orbit, and he had decided, with the cold precision of a grandmaster, that he would simply microdose you.

one hour. sixty minutes of sitting near you in the library while he grinded for materials and you highlight-penned your way through chemistry. that was the safe limit. any more and he feared his heart would actually vibrate out of his ribcage and scuttle across the floor like a runaway joy-con.

showhay

microdose - AKAASHI K.

i just need you to lay your head, in the little thing that beats for you in my chest.

akaashi keiji x f!reader “fake” dating with keiji, or at least that’s what you think.

it had been seven hundred and thirty days since you had scrubbed that man out of your life like a stubborn grease stain on a favorite white tee. two years. in that time, you had learned how to brew the perfect cup of coffee, mastered the art of parallel parking without crying, and developed a soul-crushing, heart-palpitating crush on akaashi.

and yet, here was the stain, back for a second coat.

your ex was less of a human being at this point and more of a persistent pop-up ad for a product you never wanted to buy again. he was currently cornering you near the gym entrance, his face twisted into that specific brand of ‘reformed’ puppy-dog eyes that made you want to launch yourself into the nearest sun.

“i’ve changed, i really have,” he pleaded, his voice hitting a nasal frequency that could probably shatter glass or, at the very least, your patience. he reached for your hand, and you recoiled so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “just one dinner. for old times’ sake? i’m sure you still have that sweater i liked.”

“i burned that sweater in a ceremonial bonfire two winters ago,” you lied—mostly because it sounded more dramatic than telling him you donated it to a thrift store. “and i’m busy. for the rest of my life. forever.”

“you’re not busy, you’re just scared of how much we still click,” he said, sounding like a budget self-help book.

it was exhausting. it was a marathon of annoyance, and you were running it in lead boots. you needed a shield. you needed a fortress. you needed a god.

or, failing that, you needed the vice-captain of the fukurodani volleyball team who was currently walking toward the equipment shed with a stride so graceful it felt like he was mocking the very concept of gravity.

showhay

microdose - SAKUSA K.

love when you’re around, i just can’t sleep without you here.

sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader enemy!kiyoomi hates your guts, your behavior, your laugh, your pretty lips, your hypnotic voice, and your beautiful eyes.

if sakusa had his way, he would live inside a giant, vacuum-sealed tupperware container, preferably one stored in a dark pantry away from the teeming, sneezing masses. instead, he was stuck in a humid gymnasium that smelled like unwashed kneepads and the distinct, looming threat of your existence.

you were, by all scientific definitions, a biohazard.

it wasn’t that you were actually dirty—in fact, you smelled vaguely of expensive laundry detergent and some sort of citrusy shampoo that made his sinuses itch in a way he couldn’t quite hate—but you were chaotic. you were the type of person who ate chips with your bare hands and then reached for a volleyball. you were the type of person who hugged people without a written 3-to-5 business day notice.

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