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Where Have I Been?

Hi everyone,

As you may have noticed I took a leave of absence from writing over the past few month. To be honest the idea of writing hurt in a way, as I’ve been struggling with mental health problems. I lacked inspiration and ideas to keep writing. 

But I’m trying to work through my writer’s block and get back into posting somewhat regularly. For now I’m trying to collect ideas to write and share with ya’ll. So if you have any prompts you want to share with me please leave them in my ask box! It would be greatly appreciated. 

Best, Sailor

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Hey everyone,

Today I’m going to take a little break from posting, I’ll be back tomorrow with more content. I’m just very tired today and need a small break.

Thanks!

Sailor

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Daddy’s Little Puppy

 Reader: Gender Neutral Character: Kōtarō Bokuto Rating: G Summary: You thought finding a daddy would be easy, it seemed like the internet was crawling with them. But it was much harder than you anticipated, some weren’t right matches, some were using little space as a tool to get sex, and others.... You didn’t talk about the others. So you just laid off the idea of finding a daddy, if it was meant to happen, it would happen.  Warning: Fluff, Little Space Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

You thought finding a daddy would be easy, it seemed like the internet was crawling with them. But it was much harder than you anticipated, some weren’t right matches, some were using little space as a tool to get sex, and others.... You didn’t talk about the others. So you just laid off the idea of finding a daddy, if it was meant to happen, it would happen. 

And like a present at Christmas you were gifted your daddy, he stood at just under 6′3, had a head full of silver and black hair, golden eyes like an owl and a smile that lit up a room. His name was Kōtarō Bokuto, and he was perfect. 

And he simply brought up his need for a little when he asked, “So how do you feel about calling me daddy?” before he nervously took a sip of water, his other hand shook as he was wrapped around a fork. And from there your dynamic began, on the outside you were his excitable partner who had a large collection of stuffed animals, and he was the supportive boyfriend. But at home you were his little, his darling puppy that he adored more than anything. He was the ultimate provider of juice boxes. 

Little space was a way for you to cope about your day, feel relaxed and be able to enjoy the smaller things in life. Bokuto encouraged this, he never used little space against you. It was your happy place and he respected it. 

  “Puppy.” He said in a sing-song tone as he exited the kitchen, “I have a snack for you.” It was Saturday and both of you were home, you were seated in front of the television, waiting for Bokuto to return so you could start watching. It was your favourite anime.

Bokuto placed the plate in your lap as you sat on the couch, then sat beside you and wrapped his arm around you. He watched you take a careful bite of a cracker before you looked up at him with glee in your eyes. 

  “What do we say?” He asked with a smile.

  “Thank you, daddy.” You beamed before you started to eat more. You watched Bokuto start the episode ad you curled up beside him, getting comfy on the old leather couch. 

The episode played on and occasionally you’d look at Bokuto with a smile and he’d look back at you and smile. You went in close and kissed him on the cheek before you pulled away and giggled. He in turn pulled you back in and kissed you on the lips, his stubble brushed up against your face. 

  “I love you.” He said happily.

  “i love you too.” You replied as you played with his hand, his strong fingers brushed up against yours. He was so big compared to you in every sense of the word.

As the next episode played and you finished eating, you started to get a little sleepy. You yawned and curled up next to him, he reached for the thrown blanket and threw it over your shoulders. Bokuto was good like that, he was an amazing daddy in the sense that he always made sure you were taken care of. 

He kissed the top of your head and said, “I’ll change the show to something else so you don’t miss the episode. Okay, puppy?”

You nodded and snuggled up with him further, “yes, daddy. Thank you.”

He smiled, “Good pup.” Then changed the show. He didn’t play it until he heard you softly snoozing beside him. He pulled the blanket further up on your body and then played the episode of a series he liked, nothing too violent in case you woke up.

You made soft little noises and Bokuto smiled to himself. He loved being your daddy, if being a daddy was a full time job then he was fine working over time. A he relaxed against the couch, feeling the comforting weight of your against him. He felt at peace with himself. You were his little puppy, forever and always. 

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Bus Rides and Date Nights

Reader: F Character: Kōshi Sugawara Rating: E Summary: The bus rides back from your boyfriend’s place were always somber. You missed him every time you had to leave, and taking the shaky bus down the main roads until you hit your town that was right next door to his.  Warning: Smut, Fluff Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

The bus rides back from your boyfriend’s place were always somber. You missed him every time you had to leave, and taking the shaky bus down the main roads until you hit your town that was right next door to his. 

You watched the early afternoon sun streak in through the window as you rested your head against the glass. Sun got into your eyes and you wished you brought sunglasses. 

It was only a few more months, you and Sugawara were looking for an apartment in the city for when you both went to university for your second year. Your parents weren’t exactly pleased about the idea of you living with your boyfriend, but it cut down the cost of rent and that kept them happy. 

You played with the necklace he gave you on your last date, when he took the same bus to come to you. You played with the chain, twirling it between your fingers. You couldn’t help but have your mind wander as you thought about the night you shared.

Sugawara had the house to himself, his parents were out for the weekend and he was alone. Which was perfect to have his beloved girlfriend over. You two made some frozen food, you sat on the floor in front of the oven and waited patiently as the timer on his phone. 

That was when the deep kissing began, sitting in your pajamas with your hands cupping his face, his lips against yours as you kissed each other gently. Like you two had never been kissed before. 

Your kissing was only halted by the sound of the timer going off. He took the food out, plated it for you and brought it to the table. You rubbed your ankle against his leg as you sat across from each other and ate. You chatted away about your summer jobs, and the excitement of renting a place together in the fall. 

Sugawara looked at you with those dazzling eyes, that sweet smile he always gave you and that charm you could only describe as perfect. You continued to eat and laugh at each other’s jokes. It was quiet moments like these that you really thought you could have a future together. He was your home, he was your safe place. 

But the quiet didn’t last for long as by the time you were cleaning up, he had you pinned against the counter in the kitchen, His hands in yours, your lips formed together. You were a perfect match for one another. 

You chuckled against his lips and before you knew it, he was leading you to his bedroom. His hands on your shoulders as he guided you through the hallway and to his bedroom. 

 “You look so beautiful tonight.” He smiled as he pulled at your t-shirt for you to get it off. You smiled at him then took off the shirt and soon your bra. 

  “Not as handsome as you.” You chuckled as you pulled at his t-shirt and helped him get it off. Your lips met again and he sighed happily into the kiss, you were truly perfect.

You both tumbled into bed and got your clothes off. Sugawara was about average size, but you didn’t mind. He knew how to use it and that was that. He put on a condom carefully and you got yourself seated on his lap. 

You continued to make out as you seated yourself onto his cock, you gripped his chin as you felt the stretch. Your grey haired boyfriend gripped your hips as you moved together, your breasts bounced as you moved. You held onto his chest to get the best leverage. 

You were both panting, making small moaning noises. You felt a slight string from the intrusion but kept going working through it like a trooper to get to the pleasure.

  “We should save this for marriage.” He said cheekily. 

  “Yeah, and? This is just practice.” You chuckled as you continued to move your hips, “After all, isn’t it better that we get all the hard work out of the way early so we can have nothing but pleasure for when we get married.” 

He laughed, “I guess you’re right. Fuck, you’re perfect. I love you.”

  “I love you too.” You said as you moved your hips back and forth. You sighed happily between pants, feeling the curl of pleasure in your gut as you moved. He was hitting all the right places, it felt amazing. 

You rolled your hips quicker, and held onto him. Your moans were loud as you rode him, he groaned and gripped onto the softness of your hips. You two kept at it for some time, moving against each other in pleasure. 

The pants, the moans, the soft noises as you rode him left your lips as you held on for dear life. You felt yourself closer to orgasm, and Sugawara felt the same way. The way you two were moving against one another, the jiggle of your breasts. 

You clawed down his chest, leaving thin pink lines down his chest. A shiver ran through his body and he panted heavily. You gripped onto his shoulders and really put your back into it. 

  “I fucking love you.” He groaned.

  “I love you too, fuck I adore you. You’re perfect.” You gasped as you felt yourself on the tip of orgasm. You rode through it until you hit your peak at the same time that Sugawara did. You finished together in a huff of pleasure, you both moaned loudly. 

  “That’s it, that’s it.” He groaned, “I’m cumming, fuck.” His nailed pricked at your skin as he clutched onto you. You grinded onto him and soon you were falling off your high and you slumped against his chest and let his cock slip out of you.

  “Wow.” You groaned. 

  “Perfect.” He said as he rubbed your back, “Yeah, I can’t get enough of this. You’re the perfect girl for me.” He kissed your forehead and sighed happily. 

You snapped out of your daydream as the bus pulled into the station with your face feeling warm and the memory lingering like a strong presence. You played with the chain of the necklace a little more and smiled to yourself.

Soon it’ll get easier, you’ll be living together. No more bus rides, more meals together and the promise of frequent pleasure together. You gave one last look at the window before you grabbed your bag and exited the bus. 

Soon enough. 

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Chew Toy

Reader: F Character: Atsumu Miya Rating: E Summary: Atsumu dazzled in the neon light club. With black light paint splashed across his skin, his toned abs, specks in his hair, a grin on his face. Warning: Smut, Mafia AU, Sub!Atsumu, Bath Sex, Body Paint Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

Atsumu dazzled in the neon light club. With black light paint splashed across his skin, his toned abs, specks in his hair, a grin on his face. The thump of the bass in his ears as he danced with the others in the club. You could see him from your seat on the balcony. You're little chew toy. Atsumu may have been a fox as a teenager but now he was just your puppy, you're carefree, happy, dumb puppy. He took well to the lavish lifestyle you provided him.  "Should i-?" Your assistant asked  "No, no. He's having a good time. He'll get playtime after" only a stupid person would not figure out that the game you and Atsumu played was sexual in nature. You took a sip from your drink and sighed as you watched the party go on. You put on this show, this was your club after all. Atsumu got sloppy when he was drunk, he was usually a well behaved puppy but when he got drunk he was a horny dog who's owner forgot to neuter him. You pulled him into the limo and his hands were on your breasts, getting tacky body paint all over your white dress. His lips were at your neck and his hard on in his little shorts brushed up against you.  "Eager" you chuckled, "did you miss me on the dancefloor?" "I always miss you, ma'am. Please let me fick you, I've been such a good boy, please." You pushed his blonde hair back and smiled "cute, get your paws off of me and I'll think about it." You groped his hard on with your other hand "okay, good boy?" "Please." He gasped You chuckled and got him off of you. You buckled.him in, when he whined you chuckled and said "don't look at me like that handsome, I'm not ruining these clean seats with your dirty cum" "Yes ma'am." He sighed as he relaxed against the seat, his sweaty back against leather. You rubbed his exposed thigh as you were driven home. Sometimes he could be a good boy when he wanted to be. When you got home, he trailed behind you, you held his hand and led him up the grand staircase and to the bedroom.  "Should I get cleaned up?" He asked as he pressed you against the door and kissed up your neck.  "Yes. I'd hate to get all that paint on our new sheets" you chuckled as you kissed him. His kisses were kinetic and lovely. They made you melt to your core and you thought they were just delicious. He happily took your hand and led you to the attached bathroom and his broad hands started to take off your dress, you'd need it cleaned in the morning due to the paint from Atsumu body on you. You peeled off his shorts with careful hands, exposing the sweet surprise. His cock bobbed against his toned stomach and he gave you a pleased look "Don't look so surprised ma'am, after all this is all yours." He purred. You ran a finger up his shaft and you smiled, "yes it is. Paid and signed for." You chuckled playfully.  You weren't his sugar mama, he contributed in his own way, he was studying kinesiology to help athletes and you couldn't be more proud of your puppy. You were happy he was studying. You hate dead weight especially in your field. He rolled his head back. Now nude before you, shorts on the floor, sneakers by the front door. His toned, paint covered body fully exposed to you. He looked like a graffitied Greek god. You took your dress off, and it was followed by your underwear and bra. All valued more than the rent Atsumu used to pay. Now he lived in your big house. You took him by the hand and led him to the bathtub. It was big enough for the both of you and you loved to just soak in it with your beloved. You turned on the water, testing it with your other hand until it was right then you guided him into the tub. He slipped in and washed himself with the water. You watched him for a moment as he sat in the warm water with a pleased expression on his face and his cock fully erect. He looked quite impressive. You smiled to yourself before you slipped into the tub and right onto his cock. You sighed blissfully and got yourself seated on him. He shivered in response as you put your hands onto his shoulders and got yourself more comfortable on his lap. You sighed happily, you loved a good throne. He groaned and tilted his head back before you focused him back on you, your breasts in his face as you started to move up and down on him. You clenched your thighs and moved up and down on his cock, he groaned and held onto your hips. "Who's my good puppy" you purred  "Me." He said almost dreamily, "fuck you're amazing." He loved the feeling of your tight cunt around his cock.  "And I love my little puppy, such a good boy even out on the dancefloor. I hate when you get covered in paint but a bath will solve that " you chuckled as you rolled your hips and picked flakes of paint off his skin. You leaned in for a kiss and scraped your nails down his chest, feeling the lines of his body. He gasped gently as you continued to ride him. You giggled and continued to move your body up and down his cock. You pushed the hair out of your eyes. He rolled his head back again and you chuckled. You loved when he got like this, overwhelmed with the feeling of sexual pleasure. He was such a good puppy, he beloved pet and lover. The water continued to drain from the faucet, you moved together, splashing it around and onto the floor. Your lips connected, your pants and moans filled the expensive bathroom. His hands groped your ass and you shivered under his touch. The paint mixed with the water on his skin.  "That's my good boy" you purred, "my excellent boy." You said with lust in your voice as you bounced on his cock. He felt like a dream and his pants and moans. Your painted lips found his neck, he gripped onto your plush ass and tried to meet you pace. You left lipstick marks and bites on his neck as you thrusted up and down his length.  "Fucking hell baby" he groaned, you knew he was close to orgasm. You couldn't help it, you were a greedy woman. You loved the touch of his body against yours.  "That's my good boy" You purred as you continued to move, determined to reward him for being a good boy. You reached over and turned off the tap so no more water came out then your hands found Atsumu's shoulders again and you continued to ride him He made you feel incredible, in a way you could never describe. He was perfection in your eyes, every inch of toned skin, kissed with the sun and that bright blonde hair. It wasn't long before he was finishing inside of you and you were continuing to rise his cock until you hit your own orgasm. You let out a pleasured shout as you finished against his cock. He let out a low groan and relaxed in the water as you broke his brain from the orgasm you gave him. His hands dropped from your hips and relaxed in the water. You smiled and got off his lap. Then you started to clean him off as he started to recollect his thoughts. Even with pleasurable highs, you still wanted after care and you wanted to make sure that he was alright. You kissed his neck gently and got rid of marks on his skin. He looked angelic all blissed out with a stain of your lipstick on his lips. He was a good puppy, a good chew toy that you intended to keep for a long time

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Worship

Reader: F Character: Takanobu Aone Rating: E Summary: His hands were prays on your skin, his kisses sacrifices for good fortune. There had never been a man like Takanobu Aone, and there never will be one like hime again. Calloused hands from hard work on the fields, his offerings beside you as he placed you on the alter.  Warning: God AU, Smut, Alter Sex, Gentle Sex, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

His hands were prays on your skin, his kisses sacrifices for good fortune. There had never been a man like Takanobu Aone, and there never will be one like hime again. Calloused hands from hard work on the fields, his offerings beside you as he placed you on the alter. 

You had many humans in your life, coming and going as time ticked on. But Aone was different. He made the goddess of the hunt and harvest feel small and delicate. 

He took the shawl off your shoulders, crafted from the finest wool of the heavens, nothing on the mortal plane would ever feel this soft. You undid the buttons of your dress and shrugged out of the short sleeves, you wore very little underneath. You let it hit the floor and Aone quickly picked it up. 

  “Beautiful things should be handled with care.” He said as he folded it, he gave you a knowing look and you chuckled to yourself, your body on full display for him.

You looked as your normally did, forever young, forever beautiful. The picture perfect image of a beloved goddess save for the roundness of your belly. Inside a little baby with white hair and the power of the gods laid in your womb. That was why you had been making so many visits to the mortal plane, you believed a father should get to know their child. 

Aone spread your legs and admired your body, one large hand on your bump. He rubbed across your belly button and smiled. He rarely smiled, the quiet man who you fell in love with. 

You reached out and placed his other hand on your bump. He felt the warmed skin and you smiled. You plucked a grape from your offering and smiled as you ate it. Aone leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. 

  “Are you sure you don’t want to join me in the beyond?” You asked as you placed your hands over his. Every day it felt like Aone was getting older. 

He shook his head, “They need me, my family, the children at the orphanage. When our son is born, I will reconsider.” He kissed your forehead before you fed him a grape.

You rested your hands on his shoulders, “We don’t have much time, the next partons will be here soon.” You rubbed the rough spun cloth of his shirt and pulled at the shoulders, “I’ve been quite needy, now come Nobu. Make love to the mother of your child.”

  “Children.” He said lowly.

You smiled, “I hope to fill the valley with white haired children with no eyebrows.” You chuckled before your hands drifted to his pants and pulled at the waistband. 

He pulled the pants under his cock, exposing his length to you. Even after so many times of being with him on this same alter, you were impressed by his size. You moved up on the alter and spread your legs further for him.

A beautiful goddess fucking a mortal on her own alter. What a look, you’d say the others would hand their head in shame, but you know what the goddess of lust and the god of music have done in their temples. 

You clutched onto Aone’s shirt as he guided his cock into you. You winced and relaxed to accommodate his size. Sometimes you wondered if he was part god from the sheer size of him.

You held onto your beloved and wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him close to you, your bump getting in the way but you made due. Your heavy breasts rested on your swell, you looked like a model pregnancy if you’ve ever seen one. 

Aone adored your body too, loving the change in shape with time. He made you this way, not some holier than thou god, a man of the earth. A farmer who spends his day tending to his livestock and picking the fruit trees. He was blessed with the ability to grow and his seed took root in you. 

He held onto your hips, feeling the soft flesh under his fingertips. He started to slowly move his hips back and forth. He exhaled deeply and rested his chin on the top of your head. He was so gentle with your now and days.

He clutched onto you and groaned as he thrusted into you gently, feeling your slick wetness around his cock. He grumbled to himself in pleasure as he continued to move against you. You looked like a dream on your alter, prim and proper yet heavily pregnant with his child.

You looked beautiful like this, a lovely bounty for a lovely goddess. He couldn’t wait till you walked the mortal plane with a squirming baby. He continued to thrust in and out of you, his cock thick inside of you. His breathing grew heavier and your grip on him grew tighter.

You started to moan, the sweet music to his ears. You gasped when he hit your sweet spot and your tight pussy clenched around his cock, then you let out a small gasp in response.

He smiled to himself, a soft humble smile. Who would’ve thought a mortal could make such a beloved goddess feel this way. He held onto you tighter as he continued to thrust, moving his hips up inside of you to brush against your most sensitive areas.

Your gasps became louder, even though he was being gentle you felt overstimulated. Far too long without sex made the goddess of the harvest a cranky girl. You started to move your hips back to meet his pace, more moans left your lips as you held onto him.

It wasn’t long before your breathing became deeper and quicker. Your legs clenched around your beloved as he moved against you. You felt orgasm approach quickly. 

And with a hot surge up your body, you orgasmed on his cock. Your wetness soaked his length. You panted and held onto him as you came. Your body trembled with lust as he continued to thrust into you. 

You felt warm and sweaty as you two continued to make love on the alter. You looked beautiful like this. You looked up and your white haired lover, leaned in and kissed you on the lips. His hands went to your breasts where he played with you soft nipples as he thrusted into you.

You moaned and gasped while he gave you soft gentle groans. You felt on cloud nine, one with the heavens as he made love to you. Gentle love making, something you believed that human were good at. 

  “i love you.” You said between kisses.

  “And I love you.” He replied. 

When he came inside of you, filling you with his love, you came a second time with a sharp gasp. You clenched around him and he hold onto you. Your lips melded together as you both experienced the closest thing a human could experience the beyond. 

  “Forever mine.” You eventually said.

  “Forever.” He replied, his face red and sweat stuck to his temples. His pace eventually hit as stop and he pulled out of you. Tucking himself back into his pants. He watched his cum leak out of your pussy and onto the floor of your temple. 

He smiled and reached out, touching your bump gently once more. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed you on the forehead. He smiled gently against your skin. 

  “Thank you.” he said,

  “Thank you.” You replied as you pulled him in for a kiss on the lips. One day he’ll be with you in the beyond, you’ll be a family. For now however, your love will be confined to the walls of your temple and the swell of your womb.

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Peaches

Reader: F Character: Osamu Miya Rating: G Summary: It was a drizzly day out, heavy drops hit the bus window as you sighed to yourself. The bad weather wasn’t helping your bad mood or the migraine that was trailing from your nose all the way to your temple then down your neck like a snake. . Warning: Sick Fic, Fluff Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

It was a drizzly day out, heavy drops hit the bus window as you sighed to yourself. The bad weather wasn’t helping your bad mood or the migraine that was trailing from your nose all the way to your temple then down your neck like a snake. 

Osamu was already home getting dinner ready, but in all honesty you weren’t very hungry. You told him to just pack away your food and you’ll eat it tomorrow for lunch, right now you wanted to rest your tired and achy body. Osamu sent you a sad face emoji but said it was better you didn’t eat too much because you could get sick. 

The bus drove along the road, you looked out the window. Your phone pinged and you saw that Osamu sent you a bunch of heart emojis and told you that he loved you. You smiled softly to yourself and responded that you loved him right back.

When you got off the bus you opened your umbrella and took a deep breath before you tried your best to make it through the drizzle without getting you or your belongings wet. The throb in your head crept into your eye causing fuzzy little spots to appear in your vision. This was the worst part o the migraine in your opinion. 

The house you and Osamu lived in was small. Made for a small family, but all that inhabited right now was you, him and your cat Lucky. You unlocked the door and closed the umbrella, leaving it to hang by the front door to dry. 

You heard the sounds of movement in the kitchen, the smell of frying meat and the sound of chopping vegetables. It would be delicious if you didn’t have a throbbing in your head. 

  “Hi, honey.” You husband said, “How are you feeling?”

  “Worse.” You sighed as you slipped off your shoes and trudged to the kitchen. You rubbed the sore spot on your nose and groaned. 

  “Aw, how come?” He poked his head out to watch you walk by, “Headache got worse?”

You got to the stairs and sighed, “Yeah, it feels like someone bashed in my skull. I’m going to go lie down, Samu. Just pack away dinner for me,” 

  “Of course, remember to drink some water. I’ll bring up some after in case you’re hungry. I love you.” He said

You responded tiredly, “I love you too.” Then went up the stairs. You didn’t even fully get undressed before you face planted onto the bed, thankfully it was dark outside so you didn’t need to close the blinds. You curled up in bed and tried to get your stockings off as easily as possible before they made home on the ground. 

You stayed under the covers and rested your eyes. The throb in your head was overwhelming, so much so you couldn’t even get some water or pills to take. Instead your lethargic body stayed under the covers. 

You drifted off to sleep, your body finally needed its rest as the sounds of Osamu in the kitchen and the tap of raindrops against the window lulled you to sleep. You weren’t too sure how long you were asleep, but you felt light on your face as you heard the soft padding of Osamu’s feet on the carpet. 

  “Hey, honey.” He said quietly, “I brought you some peaches.” 

You groaned and sat up. You rubbed your sore head and yawned, “Oh, Samu. Thank you.” And reached out for the bowl. You ate the slices with you fingers. Osamu sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed our back.

He kissed your aching head and said, “Good, eat up.” Then started to undo your blouse, “Let me get you into something more comfortable. You’re gonna wrinkle the shirt.” He chuckled. 

He put you in one of his Onigiri Miya shirts with just your underwear on and then watched you finish the peaches. You sighed and laid back down, as your head began to throb more, now going further down your neck. 

Osamu took the bowl, looked in to see no more peach pieces and rubbed your knee with his free hand, “Good girl. That’s my girl. Now you rest, okay? I need to finish some emails from the shop and I’ll be right in bed.”

You nodded, “Thank you, Samu.” You yawned as your eyes closed again.

He just smiled, “Of course, baby. Anything for you. Now you take care of yourself, I’ll come back with water.”

You nodded as you drifted off to sleep once more, much more comfortable than before. Osamu gave you one last look before he turned and walked away. Happy that he pleased his beloved. 

You felt sated, still in pain but more comfortable. All thanks to your husband, it made you smile a little how loved you were. Now all you could wish for was this headache to go away.

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Sweater Paws

Reader: F Character: Kōtarō Bokuto Rating: E Summary: You looked beautiful on top of Bokuto. From the subtle movement of your hips to the wince on your face every time his cock hit just the right spot. Bruising you inside and out, the bruises against your cervix paired well with the bruises on your neck from Bokuto’s teeth.  Warning: Smut, Multiple Positions, Doggy Style,  Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

You looked beautiful on top of Bokuto. From the subtle movement of your hips to the wince on your face every time his cock hit just the right spot. Bruising you inside and out, the bruises against your cervix paired well with the bruises on your neck from Bokuto’s teeth. 

Bokuto got glimpses of the bruises from the droopiness of the hemline of his large sweater. Every time you bounced on his cock, the neckline moved and Bokuto saw more of your delicious skin. You really were beautiful. 

You were trying to hard not to be loud, covering your mouth with your sweater paws as you bounced on his cock. Bokuto smirked and held onto your hips. and tried to push further in the hopes you made at least a little whine.

  “C’mon, puppy. Make a noise.” He purred, “I wanna hear your beautiful voice as I fuck your sweet cunny.” He laughed a little, “C’mon, precious. My sweet little dallop of whipped cream, cry for me.” 

You whimpered and pressed your hands tighter to your face. Bokuto just grinned before he flipped you over onto your stomach, grabbed both of your arms to put behind your back and rammed you from behind. 

  “I know you can do it, don’t worry. We won’t get a noise complaint.” He chuckled, “Cry for me, puppy. Be as loud as you want to be.” And then fucked you like the mad man he was. 

You whimpered at the stretch of your arms behind your back and you could’t deny the pleasure that went through your body. Being fucked from behind, the angle elevated the pleasurable experience. 

You dropped your head onto the bed, your cheek flushed with the soft covers. You let out a little whimper as your arms were held back. The sweater was pushed up past your stomach and the sound of your love making and Bokuto’s heavy breathing filled the air. 

  “C’mon my little puppy with her sweater paws. Be as loud as you want.” He purred as he yanked you on your arms and pushed further into. Your breathing hitched and Bokuto he was onto something good. 

He continued to fuck you from behind and bit by bit your resolved started to break. It wasn’t long before you were clawing at the bed, your back arched and your sweat pushed up to your breasts. 

You bounced back and forth on his cock, which made Bokuto pleased. He felt the tightness of your cunt around his cock as he fucked you from behind. Your body moving with his as he thrusted into you.

He relaxed his shoulders as he gave a few more thrusts then felt you finish with a high pitched whine and your nails dug into the bed. Bokuto ran his nails down the sides of your ass then gave it a spank.

  “Good girl. My good puppy.” He purred as he hunched over you and gripped your hips, going into overtime to fuck you to his completion. There were tears in your eyes from the brutal pace.

  “Bo!” You gasped. 

  “Yeah, that’s it.” He growled as he gripped your hands and pinned them to the bed. He fucked you roughly, his cock throbbed inside of you. He melted at your further gasps and moans as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

And soon he was finishing inside of you. He groaned in your ear and kept you pinned to the bed as he finished. He came inside of you, spurts of cum plastered against your wet walls. 

He visibly relaxed against you, slumping against you onto the bed before he rolled off of you and captured you in his arms in a more comfortable position. His thigh in between your legs to keep his cum inside. He was possessive like that. 

He left a trail of kisses on your neck as part of the after care and snuggled you in his arms. Feeling the soft fabric of the sweater against his sweaty chest. But he didn’t mind, you looked adorable. Like the sweet puppy you were.

  “I love you.” 

  “I love you.” You responded with a yawn. 

He kissed your cheek and nuzzled your face as he relaxed. He loved your little sweater paws, you were his little puppy. And he’d make sure nothing would ever change that. 

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Global

Reader: F Character: Atsumu Miya Rating: G Summary: Sometimes you wished there was an ocean that separated you from Atsumu. You wished that you could row yourself to Japan and be in his arms. But as the rain hit the window on another summer evening, you were all alone in your apartment.  Warning: Fluff Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

Sometimes you wished there was an ocean that separated you from Atsumu. You wished that you could row yourself to Japan and be in his arms. But as the rain hit the window on another summer evening, you were all alone in your apartment. 

The tea you had made had gone cold. It sat on the coffee table as you sat by your window on a kitchen chair. Your legs propped up on the cooled radiator and a light blanket draped over your shoulders. 

The city was alive even this late at night, the drops of rain streaked down your window as you stared out at the glimmering cityscape. It was these kinds of nights, when you were all alone that you wished you had Atsumu beside you. You wished you could just kiss his lips, combed your fingers through the shaved underside of his head. 

How he smiled into the kiss, how he held your cheeks like you were a precious gift. It had been six months since you last kissed him. The time flew by but the daily ache of being apart from him lingered, 

You exhaled deeply and adjusted how you were sitting. You sniffled and wiped your eyes before any tears could fall. You had been so good at keeping it together all these months, why were you breaking now?

Maybe it was because he hadn’t been responding to your messages or calls, he even turned off his location on Snapchat. Even when he was in practice, he still kept his location on. 

You tried contacting his brother, but he said he hadn’t heard from him. But would update you if he hears anything. But then he stopped responding to his messages. Maybe this was Atsumu’s way of breaking up with you, just go quietly into the night. A soft block even.

The thought made you tear up again, a well of emotions in your chest at the thoughts of losing him. You loved Atsumu, so much. You exhaled deeply and stretched out your legs and rolled your neck to get the ache out of it. 

You pulled the blanket closer to you as you got up to go get your cold tea. You picked up the mug and took a sip. You stretched out your legs as best as you could. You couldn’t seem to get your mind off your heavy heart. 

You went back to the chair by the window. You were too heavy to feel the need to sleep. It felt like your heart was a rock that was sinking. You continued to sip your tea until you got a notification.

Your eyes went wide as you saw who was the one that was messaging you. None other than Atsumu Miya. The text simply said, “What’s the code for your apartment again” with a sweating face emoji.

You stood up quickly and almost dropped your mug. You put the mug down on the window ledge and ran to put your slippers on. Your heart was racing, thrumming in your ears as you leaped down the stairs to get to the front doors. 

No way. No way. No way! This has to be a sick joke, there was no way he was here. You got to the front door of your building and sure enough you saw Atsumu there with his bags over his shoulder, carrying a suitcase. And right behind him was Osamu. 

You let out what you could only describe as a squeal and ran to the doors, which you opened. As Atsumu took his first step in, you were on him like a baby koala.

  “Tsum tsum!” You cried, tears in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him and cried into his shoulder. 

  “Oh, puppy.’ He cooed as he let go of his suitcase and wrapped his arms around you. He supported you as you climbed up onto him, wrapping your legs around him and crying. 

  “I can’t believe you’re here!” You cried. 

  “I know.” He shushed, “I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He cooed as he held you for a few moments, “This is real, I’m here.” 

You sniffled, “Fuck, I can’t believe it.” You sobbed. You clutched onto him tightly and you felt him smiled against your cheek as he kissed your skin. 

  “Well, you better believe it.” He laughed.

Your heart felt full, you felt happy as you clung to him. Your face buried in his shoulder as he tried to carry both you and his suitcase to the elevator. Osamu in the background chuckling to himself. 

You wouldn’t stop crying until you eventually got back to your apartment. But still you clung to him. When you asked how long he was staying, he just smiled and said, “A few weeks, enough time to kiss the livin’ daylights out of you.” And you knew he’d keep to his word. 

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That Dick is a 10/10 (Osamu Edition)

Reader: F Character: Osamu Miya Rating: E Summary: Osamu was average size, nothing too imposing. It was thick though, with a vein climbing up from base to tip. And that was your favourite place to lick. With you between his legs in his office at the restaurant.  Warning: Oral Sex, Smut, Under the Desk Sex, Drabble Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

Osamu was average size, nothing too imposing. It was thick though, with a vein climbing up from base to tip. And that was your favourite place to lick. With you between his legs in his office at the restaurant. 

Your hair was up, your apron still on and his cock in your mouth as he relaxed against the desk hair. He clutched onto the arm rests, nails digging into the faux leather. 

You looked up him with a sly glance as you licked the head of his cock, the tip against your lips as you licked it. You watched him shudder out a moan and try to keep his voice down low. There were customers outside. 

  “You fucking minx.” He growled. 

  “Only for you.” You said, “Dear husband.” You kissed the purple tip, transferring the remainder of your lipstick against it. That made it twitch against your lips. 

  “You’re a fucking monster.” He said as he let out another shudder of a moan. His dick was amazing in other areas, so was it a crime to give him some love. He brought you to orgasm every night, so was it so terrible to corner him at work and make his eyes roll back the way he does yours?

You didn’t think so.

His jaw clenched as you went back to sucking him off. You heard nails scraping against the arm rests and you smirked to yourself. You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation for what he was going to do to you when you got home. 

One hand reached out combed through your hair as he panted out, “Please, honey. My sweet honey. Oh fuck.” He gasped. 

  “Don’t worry, honey.” You purred, “I always take care of my man. You spend almost every night between my thighs, so I want to return the favour.” You went back to sucking him off, your hands splayed on his thighs. He gasped and clutched your hair. 

  “My fucking angel. My little rice ball.” Fuck.” He gasped, trying so hard to keep quiet as you continued to suck him off. 

He swallowed back the louder of the moans as your tongue touched along the vein as you went down on him further. You practically were choking on his cock, it was decent length but that didn’t mean you didn’t choke if you went deep enough. 

Soon he was cumming down your throat. He covered his mouth with his hand and relaxed against your touch. He slumped his chair as he held back the loudest of his moans. His eyes rolled back a little as he came down your throat. Just the way you liked it. 

Osamu’s cock wasn’t a monster, but you didn’t care. It was perfect in your books, as your gazes met. With a bit of cum on the corner of your mouth, you smiled and leaned in. You gave the tip a kiss and his eyes rolled back. 

  “Oh don’t worry, hubby. I always make sure my men are satisfied. Now, do you want to walk out there with a wet dick or do you want to make it soaked.” The words rolled off your tongue and Osamu had no choice but to pat his lap for you to get up on it.

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Model’s Pose

Reader: F Character: Shūgo Meian Rating: E Summary: Meian loved his models. He loved to take their photograph, he loved their curves and he loved most of all to get in their pants. He had a sick fascination for watching his loyal workers’ eyes roll back in pleasure as he gave them the pleasure they needed.  Warning: Model AU, Smut, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink, Minor Dark Themes/Yandere Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

Meian loved his models. He loved to take their photograph, he loved their curves and he loved most of all to get in their pants. He had a sick fascination for watching his loyal workers’ eyes roll back in pleasure as he gave them the pleasure they needed. 

Most fresh in the city, new to the scene, fresh meat that Meian could just bite into. He had a collection of polaroids of his beloved models in different poses and in different states of pleasure. 

You were his newest fascination. New to Tokyo after living abroad, wanting to make a splash in the modelling scene and Meian was willing to take you under his wing. 

  “That’s great, that’s it.” He purred as he clutched onto your wrists as he fucked you from behind on his king sized bed. Your breasts rubbed against the soft bedding. 

You were currently in his penthouse, fully naked with the photos he took of you at yesterday’s shoot spread around the bed. You were practically drooling on a photo of you in the latest collection from Gucci. 

  “Please, Shūgo.” You gasped. 

  “Fuck yes, get loud. Make the windows shake with your screams. Fuck you make my dick wet.” He growled. He used your arms to bounce you on his cock, keep you flushed to him as he took you from behind. 

Your arms ached, your knees shook and your head swam with pleasure. You were on the eve of your second orgasm of the night. The city twinkled in front of you through the large windows that practically took up the entire wall. 

  “I should fuck you against the window next time, I wonder how many people would see you being fucked by me. You make me a wild man. I hate how you get into my head, I should punish you for that. You should be a good girl, not making me possessive.” 

  “Shūgo.” You whimpered, “Please I am a good girl.” You arched your back and your knees quaked. You tried to get out of his grasp but he was just too strong and you were becoming so weak in your pleasure. 

Meian let go of you, slipped his cock out of you and flipped you onto your back. He roughly grabbed your hips and pushed his cock back into you. You instructively wrapped your legs around him and gripped the bedding now under your for leverage. 

  “I wanna look in your eyes as I breed you.” He growled. 

  “No, no. I can’t get pregnant, I have to model!” You whined. 

  “Oh don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Make you a proper mommy in no time. Say goodbye to runways and hello to baby bottles.” He growled. 

You whimpered and tried to pull away but he kept you close. He laughed, “Oh don’t worry. I still got the condom on. Aw, don’t cry. You’re too cute when you cry.” He rubbed his thumb against your eye, “Poor, poor baby. Don’t worry, if I wanted to make you a maternity model, I would’ve done it already. But don’t get any ideas about leaving. You’ve made me this way and I’m not letting you go.”

  “yes, sir.” You gasped. 

  “Good girl. I don’t know why it took so long for me to find you. You knew a much crueler man would’ve swooped in if it wasn’t for me.” He groaned as he continued to fuck you roughly, “I tke good care of me girls, but especially you. You’re mine.”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m yours, Shūgo. Please, please I’m yours!” You gasped. 

He threw his head back and roughly fucked you as he achieved his climax at the same time as you. He gripped your hips enough to leave bruises by morning. You loudly moaned while he panted and grunted through his climax. He spilled himself into the condom he wore, oh how he wished for one to to just finished inside you. 

He brought his head forward and looked down at you. You were surrounded by beautiful photos, your face was sweaty and flushed. Your chest rapidly rose and fell. You hair matted to your forehead. 

Your body was littered with hickies he let before. You looked like a slut, but you were Meian’s slut. As he started to slow down to a stop, he smirked to himself. He was proud how he turned you from an innocent newcomer to a proper slut. Usually he disposed of the girls once he changed them, but he was keeping you.

After all, he was going to be the one to impregnate you. There was no question about that. He slipped out and looked at his spent cock in the latex, he wonder briefly if you’d notice if next time he poked holes in it. But shook the thought off.

He looked at you, saw the pleasure in your eyes. He reached out and cupped your face and kissed your forehead, “Want to go again, the night is still young.”

You exhaled deeply, “Please Shūgo. Make me cum again.”

  “Of course. Let me swap out the condoms and we’ll be good to go. I want you to ruin all these proofs with our fucking.” He said slyly, “I should burn them next time, I hate how other men look at your body on set. But you’re mine right?”

  “I am.” You said with an innocent edge. So pure, so perfect. He guess he had to ruin you even more. 

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Hands Made for Luxury

Reader: F Character: Wakatoshi Ushijima Rating: E Summary: You were surprised by how well Ushijima knew his way around your body. You thought with a body that size and hands that large, he’d be rather clunky around your body, your sizes didn’t match up. But Ushijima knew his way, especially when his head was between your legs Warning: Smut, Cunnlingus Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

You were surprised by how well Ushijima knew his way around your body. You thought with a body that size and hands that large, he’d be rather clunky around your body, your sizes didn’t match up. But Ushijima knew his way, especially when his head was between your legs. 

You were seated on the edge of the bed, your panties pulled to the side. Ushijima’s dark hair in between your thighs, the soft sounds of his lips and tongue against your sex while two thick fingers were buried inside of your sweetness. 

He purred lowly and used his free hand to keep your panties away from your soaking sex. He exhaled deeply, his cock at full attention in his sweat pants. Your thighs squeezed around his head as he continued to lick and suck at your clit. 

You were tempted to lie down and let him take you, but your hand was grasped in his hair and the other held onto the dark bed spread. Your cunt felt messy and dirty, you were wet and pleasure was a sharp wave over your body. 

  “I adore you.” He said lowly, “You’re perfect.”

  “Toshi.” You gasped as you clutched onto the covers tighter, your knuckles clenched. You rolled your head back for a moment and moaned. You felt the scratchiness of Ushijima’s cheek against your thigh as he continued to lap at your beautiful cunt. 

  “You’re perfect.’ He said, “All mine.” 

  “Please, Toshi. I’m all yours, please.” You panted as you arched your back as the pleasure started to build up in your gut. Your thighs tightened around his head and gasped when he nipped your clit. 

  “Beautiful girl.” He said in a low tone, “One beautiful girl.” He nipped your clit again and you gasped. It just encouraged him to keep going. He inserted against finger and pulled your closer to his face. His nose pressed up in your hairs. He exhaled deeply and kept his three fingers inside of your aching cunt. 

  “Fuck!” You gasped. 

He smiled to himself. He wasn’t someone who often smiled, but when he knew that he thoroughly rocked your world, he was more than happy to grin like the perverted man he was. He thought you sounded like a dream when you swore, that was how he knew he was doing a good job. 

He trailed his nails down your thigh as he finger fucked you. Moving his digits in and out rapidly, giving you little time to recover. You sharp gasps and moans encouraged him to keep going. You sounded beautiful. He knew he was going to have a long night playing your body like the instrument it was. 

He groped your ass from behind and continued to lap at your pussy. Your eyes rolled back as he felt you grind against him. You rubbed your cunt against his face as he continued to play with your clit between his front teeth. 

  “Please, Toshi.” You moaned, “Fucking please.”

  “I got you.” He said between your thighs, “You’re mine and I’m going to make sure you finish. I never leave my beloved behind.” His voice was muffled by your thighs. 

Your hand held onto his hair as you continued to rub yourself while he played with you. Pleasure was become a surge in your body, it pooled in your gut lie the fountain of pleasure. Your knees shook as you felt the approaching orgasm.

Ushijima felt the quiver of your legs and it encouraged him to keep going. His tongue gave broad strokes across your clit, it already oversensitive. Your noises were loud and primal. It only stroked his ego as he was determined to get you to completion. 

  “Cum.” He said lowly.

  “Fuck.” You gasped as you gripped his hair and the bed. After a few more stroked of his fingers against your wet walls, you were cumming on his tongue and around his fingers. 

Your head thrown back, soon followed by your body. You laid limp on the bed for a moment as you tried to regain your breath. The feeling of lust radiating through your body. 

Ushijima pulled his head away and tucked you back into your soft black panties, soon stained with your wetness. His chin and cheeks were soaked, even the tip of his nose was wet. And the strong scent of your cunt stayed in his nose. 

You looked like a dream all spread out. His beautiful girl. He adored you. He reached to your and stroked your thigh as he got up. He pulled down his sweats and stroked his cock. 

  “Still with me?” He asked.

You nodded, “Always, Toshi.”

  “Good.” He said, “Now get those panties off, I’m not done with you yet.” And that was the type of request you could never say no to and with shaky hands you took off your panties. 

You knew you were going to be even more messy when he was eventually done with you. And the throb in your core in anticipation made you excited for what was to come or rather how mant times you were going to cum.

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Sensory: Neon Lights at 8pm

Reader: Gender Neutral Character: Osamu Miya Rating: G Summary: But in the distance you saw the onigiri shaped neon sign, the one that belonged to the famous Miya Onigiri. You could pick that sign out of the glittery neon of the rest of the street. So many brights lights to beckon you into their store but there was none were like your husband’s shop. Warning: Fluff Ask Box: Open | Commission Me! | Join me on Patreon

The cold nipped at your ears as you pushed your hat further over them. You were bundled up in your jacket as you walked down the street to Miya Onigiri. You were supposed to meet up with your husband at the shop.

It was chilly this late in the month, you had just gotten off work. Your heavy boots crunched the snow under them. You and Osamu lived relatively normal lives. He owned the business and you worked as a clerk in an office building a few streets over. It wasn’t that far and you often brought co-workers to the store. But tonight you felt like the restaurant was miles away.

But in the distance you saw the onigiri shaped neon sign, the one that belonged to the famous Miya Onigiri. You could pick that sign out of the glittery neon of the rest of the street. So many brights lights to beckon you into their store but there was none were like your husband’s shop. The soft glow of the white rice ball shaped sign called you inside, a saviour from the freezing cold outside. You pushed open the door and was greeting to the warm lighting, the smells of cooking food for the onigiri and of course the very strong heating. You dropped your arms from you chest happily and basked into the warmth for a moment.

Osamu called out to you, “Honey, I think there’s customers behind you.”

You looked over your shoulder and quickly apologized. Getting out of their way and loosening your scarf from around your neck. You still felt the tip of your fingers grow cold from being outside, a stripe of chill across your cheeks and over your nose. You craved the warm inside of the restaurant. It was a refuge from what felt like an agonizing long walk.  

Osamu came from behind the cash and took your coat. He pressed his warm hands to your cheeks and smiled. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before he hung up your coat.

He greeted the customers behind you and led there to a table, while you went to your usual spot by the large window in the front. It gave you the perfect view of the street outside. The soft flutter of snow that had started to come down, the people bundled up in their jackets.

Osamu grabbed you some fresh onigiri and a cup of tea. It was your favourite vegetarian onigiri and a warm cup of herbal tea with a splash of lemon. He placed it in front of you and sat across from you.

 “There are still customers here.” You remarked as you took off your gloves and placed them on the table. They did very little to keep you warm. And neither did the thick socks and heavy boots you wore. The tip of your toes were chilled.

He smiled at you, “But my darling partner is chilly. I gotta warm them up.” He one of the onigiri’s off the plate and took the first bite, “Plus it gives me an excuse to eat.”

You playfully smacked his arm that was on the table and took the onigiri out of his other hand. You took a large bite and melted at the warmth of the rice, the flavour of the pickled plums and the seasoning on top. And the saltiness of the seaweed. No one made onigiri like your husband.

He looked at you with admiration. The soft neon of the white sign outside came into the room. It highlighted the side of your face as you ate. Osamu sighed happily and rested his cheek on the heel of his hand.

 “Yer immaculate.”

 “And you just want more onigiri.” You remarked before you took another bite. You watched as Osamu reached out and touched you hand and brought it out onto the table for him to hold.

It was a crisp dark night, the streets were alive with neon outside. People leaving work, going out, spending time together. But you were more comfortable with the presence of your husband. The famous brother of the equally famous volleyball player. But Atsumu was too much of a pain, he was more like your brother than a potential partner. Osamu on the other hand was your husband. Even when his hat backwards and his apron covered in pickled plum juice.

He smiled at you, he looked tired. But warm. He then yawned and rested his cheeks further on the heel of his hand, “I think I should be going back to work soon, you can stay here and have as much tea as you like. I’ll be finished by nine, okay?”

You smiled back at him, “Sure, can I have some more onigiri though?” You gave your best puppy dog eyes.

He took your plate and chuckled as he got up, “Anything for my darling partner.” He walked back to the kitchen, making sure the other tables were okay along the way.

You lovingly watched your husband walk away. After all this time you were still in love with him more than anything. You sipped on your tea and basked in the light of the neon outside and the warmth of the heating inside. You were brought another plate and given a sweet kiss.

 “I love you.” He said.

You looked at him and smiled back at him, “I love you too, Samu.”

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Game Time

Reader: F Character: Tōru Oikawa & Hajime Iwaizumi Rating: E Summary: The lights were low, the afternoon light shined through the window of your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. A bowl of chips were scattered on the floor and your hips were pressed into the edge of the coffee table.  Warning: Smut, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon 

The lights were low, the afternoon light shined through the window of your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. A bowl of chips were scattered on the floor and your hips were pressed into the edge of the coffee table. 

In front of you was Oikawa’s heavy cock, your lips wrapped around the purple head and behind you Iwaizumi was pounding into your tight cunt. Both were supposed to be in the Olympic village, but the prospect of good sex made any man determined. 

Iwaizumi’s hands dug into your hips while Oikawa’s hand combed through your hair. You three were fucking like animals as the match between France and the Russian Olympic Committee played on the television. 

  “So good for us.” Oikawa chirped, “Brings me back to the post grad years. You were such a slut for us, and you might be getting married to Iwa-chan soon, but you’ll always open your throat for me.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes met his long time friend’s, “When you talk like that you make me want to breed her more so you’ll shut up.”

Oikawa licked his lips seductively, “Well then her pussy will be sweeter, when she’s all thick with your child. A little Iwai mini.” He yanked at her hair, “Or maybe she’ll have Tōru Jr.” And winked at his friend.

Iwaizumi growled and picked up the pace, slamming your hips further against the hardwood of the table. The sound of the ball hitting the floor of the television as you were sandwiched in between the two most possessive men you’ve ever met. 

Your breasts swung back and forth with each thrust, your jaw was starting to ache from the thickness in your throat and you knew that you’d be limping to work in the morning. 

They both had breeding kinks and they both wanted to stuff your fertile pussy full. Oikawa liked the sick idea of you carrying a mini Oikawa while getting married to a Iwaizumi, and Iwaizumi wanted to cement that you’d be forever his. They often talked like you weren’t in the room when they fucked you throughly. 

But they took care of you in other ways. As the shopping bags in your shared room said anything and the diamond earrings Oikawa brought you from Argentina. 

  “I take her pussy next.” Oikawa purred, he rubbed your aw with his thumb, “Does the little kitten like that. Does she want to get fucked by me.”

Iwaizumi growled and thrusts equally as hard into you, “Condoms are in the drawer in the bedroom. Get one and if I find out you poked any holes.” 

  “Don’t worry Iwa-chan. If I was going to make her a mama, I’d ask nicely first.” Then made you choke on his cock. Your eyes rolled back and he plastered a pleased smile on his face.

Maybe he should come back to Japan. Make this couple a throuple and get that sweet taste of your cunt every day. Not just special occasions. If anything was gonna make him move back to Japan it was those sweet glossy lips and your pretty cunt. 

Your let out a small whimper as you felt another orgasm come over you. Your gripped onto the edge of the table to keep from bruising your hips more, but Iwaizumi’s thrusts were just too powerful and you ended up with Oikawa’s cock out of your mouth and face planted against the table. 

Oikawa laughed and started to jerk himself off, “Can’t keep it together can you, princess. You like when you big strong future hubby and I wreck you. Once a slut always a slut. Surprised we didn’t knock you up in high school.” 

You whimpered and croaked, “Tōru.”

  “God you sound pathetic.” 

Iwaizumi yanked your hair back and Oikawa slipped his cock back into your mouth. Both men fucked you with vigor as they approached their climax. You were whimpering and trying not to clamp down on Oikawa’s cock as Iwaizumi yanked on your hair and held your head up.

These men liked it rough, and they liked it hard. 

You let out a loud pitched whine as you came around Iwaizumi’s cock, making you even more wet as he bounced you on his length. Your pussy clamped around him and your eyes squeezed shut. 

Both men continued to fuck you like the sex doll you were. You were at their disposal, you were theirs in that moment. They fucked you wildly, pushing you past any breaking point. You were mindless and fucked out as France took the lead on the game. 

  “Don’t worry, kitten.” Oikawa purred, “Iwa-chan and I are gonna breed that pussy one day. Don’t worry our babies aren’t that much kickers, but they are a little big. I think I was almost ten pounds. But you’ll carry it so well.” And then gave one hard thrust into your throat before he spilled into you. 

You meekly whimpered and swallowed every last drop like a good girl. Iwaizumi was close behind his friend, finishing inside you. Ropes of sticky cum clung to your walls as he buried himself as deep as he could inside of you. A promise of pregnancy. 

You dropped onto the table and panted, finally able to breathe properly. Your head was still hazy and your limbs felt like concrete. You head Oikawa put his leg back on the floor and looked down at you.

  “Think we broke her?”

  “Wouldn’t be the first time. I’ll keep her plugged while you go get a condom. She hasn’t used the safe word yet, so we can keep going.” He petted your head with his other hand, “She is a good girl after all.”

Oikawa went to the bedroom and Iwaizumi played with your clit. You whimper pathetically, knowing that this was’t going to end until either Russia or France one, and who ever won the bet between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, could bare back you two more times.

You really were stupid to think you wouldn’t end up with a baby by the end of the Olympics. 

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Sing Me to Sleep

Reader: Gender Neutral Character: Lev Haiba Rating: G Summary: Sometimes it’s nice to be sung to sleep. Even if you’re a grown adult with adult responsibilities. Warning: Fluff Tip Jar 🍸 | Ask Box: Open | Commission Me!

The apartment was warm for a chilly winter evening. Snow gently hit the window as it made its descent to the ground. The lights of the apartment were low and the smell of cooked food still hung in the air.

You were curled up in Lev’s arms. Your face pressed against his clothed chest. Feeling the softness of the worn t-shirt between your fingers as you stay cuddled up next to him. He was scrolling through his phone answering emails with one hand while he had his other arm wrapped around you.

 “Kitten.” He said, “Are you asleep?”

You shook your head and he leaned over to press a kiss on the top of your head. Lev hated being away from you during the day, when he could he texted you frequently in between shoots.

 “My little kitten.” He said lovingly as he kissed your head one more time.

You sighed lovingly against him, feeling the warmth of his embrace in the low light of your shared bedroom. It was another busy day at the office for you, and Lev had been on a shoot all afternoon. So it was just nice to have him to yourself, even if he was still checking his phone for emails.

You two had only gotten together at the end of high school, you knew Lev before he was this massive supermodel. But despite that you still knew Lev as the goofy, teasing former Nekoma player that always made you laugh.

You heard the tap of his finger against the phone while he replied to emails. You knew he was getting tired due to the frequency of yawns that left his mouth as he

 “I love you.” You mumbled against his chest. You felt his warm, loving embrace around you as you felt your eyelids grow droopy.

He chuckled, “I love you too, my little one.”

You curled up closer to him once he put his phone away for the night.  He turned to his side to envelope you in his arms. He pulled you close to his toned chest and kissed you once more.

 “Is my kitten still awake?” He asked.

You nodded and said, “I’m always awake for you, Lev.”

He chuckled and nestled his head on top of yours to get comfortable. You played with the front of his shirt, the worn cotton under your fingertips.

 “Lev.” You said, “Can you sing me to sleep?” You brushed your cheek against the front of his shirt.

 “Of course, kitten.” He smiled down at you. He kept you close to him as he started to hum to you gently. There were no words, only soft noises as he curled himself up further against you.

He continued to hum and you felt yourself grow sleepier. It was nice to be cared for in such a delicate way. Lev’s hand on your back as he rubbed it gently. His voice low and near your ear.

You yawned loudly and started to get comfortable on the bed. Under the covers and protected with your lover’s arms.

Snow hit the window gently, the outside was cold and unforgiving. But inside your apartment it was cozy and warm, you felt safe and protected by your boyfriend as he lulled you to sleep with his soft humming.

 “My little kitten.” He said softly, “I love you.”

 “I love you too, Lev.” You replied with a yawn, feeling your body grow heavy with sleep. Eventually you drifted off to sleep, your body too comfortable to stay awake.

 “My little kitten, get some sleep. I love you so much.” Your boyfriend’s voice was low in your ear. You felt one last kiss on your forehead before you drifted off to the blissful state of dreaming.

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Beauty on the Couch

Reader: F Character: Daichi Sawamura Rating: E Summary: His breath against you ear, his hands on your ass. His lips that found their way to your neck as you sat straddled on his waist. His cock buried inside of you as you rocked together on the couch, the movie long forgotten. Warning: Smut, Couch Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Cum Eating, Cunnilingus, Messy Sex, Possessive Behaviour, Overstimulation, PWP Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

His breath against you ear, his hands on your ass. His lips that found their way to your neck as you sat straddled on his waist. His cock buried inside of you as you rocked together on the couch, the movie long forgotten.

 “You look beautiful, do you have any idea.” He looked in your eyes when you pulled away to tie your hair up with the hair tie that you kept around your wrist. His dark eyes looked up to you as his licked his lips with affection and love.

 “Dai.” You said quietly, as you continued to rock your hips back and forth. Your breasts on full display for Daichi’s soft eyes. His large hands reached up to your breasts and started to knead them. You felt his cock throb inside of you as you continued to move.

He groped your breasts, pinching your nipples as he tried to thrust up inside of you. His voice was a low growl as he said, “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.” Daichi was a possessive lover. He loved the sight of your nude body, no matter how many curves you had or how thick your thighs were.

He’d love you with every inch of yourself. If you couldn’t love your body, he guessed he’d have to do it for you. After all you were his girl, and if anyone was going to adore you it was going to be him.

 “You like it, Dai?” You asked as you put your arms to the top of your head and bounced on his cock with vigor. You licked your lips, your cheeks flushed with warmth from your close encounter.

He pinched your nipples, watching your expression contort as he pulled on you. You threw your head back for a moment as you continued to ride him. Your breathing in hard pants as you continued to move.

 “Fuck.” He growled, “You’re fucking mine. My girl.” His lips went back to your neck as he pulled you closer to him, his hands back on your ass tog et better leverage of his thrusts. His cock pushing against your more sensitive spot. Every whimper you let out when he hit really hard made his cock ache in a way he couldn’t describe.

 “Yes, Dai. I’m all yours, fuck. We can’t even get through a movie without jumping each other’s skin. This feels like a sick addiction.” You grumbled, you exhaled deeply and the bit of hair in your face moved away for a moment before it became stuck to your forehead once more.

You held onto his shoulders and continued to roll your hips. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your pussy clenched around his hard cock. Sometimes you were surprised by how big your boyfriend was. Sometimes it was too big for even you and you two had been dating for a while now.

More often then not his length left you breathless and achy, you craved him like a sick fetish. You loved the feeling of him fucking up into you.

 “Fuck, Daichi. Please, shit. It feels so good.” You gasped, “I wanted to watch a movie tonight.”

 “We can once I fucking fill you up. I want you stuffed, baby.” He bit at your neck, leaving dark marks across your neck. Throughly claiming you as his, as if the years of dating and various other bites he had left on your skin over the years.

 “You’re so fucking possessive.” You moaned.

He chuckled, “I can’t help it. Not when I’m with such a beautiful girl.” He groped your ass as he started to move faster against you. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, you hard breathing, the pleased expression across Daichi’s face. The heat that had risen in his cheeks.

Your bodies moved together in pleasure. You were certain you weren’t finishing the movie tonight. You seemed to have other plans as Daichi continued to bite on your neck, his cock throbbed inside of you.

 “Fuck, you’re hot.” He growled, “I can’t get enough. I want to make a mess of you like the dirty girl you are.” His words were seductive and shook you to your core in a way that you couldn’t describe.

You eventually went back to making out as he approached his orgasm. Your forehead bumping together as you kissed, lips locked together as you moved together in harmony. He groaned against your lips as he gave it his all to finish.

You clutched onto his shoulders, your nails dug into his shoulders. Your pussy squeezed around his cock tightly as you bounced on him. Your eyes rolled back a little when you broke the kiss, your body warm and slightly sweaty from the closeness to Daichi.

 “Fuck yeah.’ He exhaled deeply, “That’s my fucking girl, all mine.” He gave you a hard slap on the ass and then groped your flesh, feeling it in his palm, “Fucking perfect.” You didn’t realize sometimes how dirty Daichi’s mouth was at times.

 “I love you.” You declared.

 “I love you too,” He groaned, “You make me feel like the man i was always meant to be. You’re my girl, forever and always. Never forget that, you’re mine.”

Your foreheads bumped together as you rode him to completion. You both came at the same time and you almost got a little too loud if it wasn’t for the silencing kiss that Daichi gave you. He didn’t want a noise complaint tonight.

He growled into the kiss as he finished inside of you, pushing his cum as deep as he could inside of you. His hands still on your ass. When he finished, he pushed you onto the couch, your body limp from pleasure. And he got himself between your legs. He started to feverishly lick at your clit, tasing your wetness and his cum on your tongue as he dove in.

He wasn’t giving you much time to recover from your first orgasm. His softening cock brushed against the leather of the couch as he devoured your pussy like a four course meal. He didn’t mind the taste of his own cum, he loved the taste of the two of you together.

It was his sign that he owned you. You were his girl, marked inside and out as his. No one would dare try to touch you. As he kept your thighs spread open as he licked and played with your clit, you were bucking against his face. His nose buried in your sweet sex.

The stench of sex filled his nose and made him aroused, his cock brushed uselessly against the couch as he continued to lap at you. You gripped onto the arm rest and the top of the couch, nails bit at the leather as he continued to pleasure you.

 “Fuck!” You yelped, “Daichi! Please! Ah! It’s too much!” But your words were useless, he was a mad man.

He dragged his nails down your thighs, leaving lines in your skin as he grazed you clit against his front teeth. That brought you immense pleasure, so much so that you had to cover your mouth so you weren’t painfully loud.

 “That’s it.” He said, hot breath against your clit, “That’s fucking it.”

 “Please, Dai.” You gasped.

 “I got you.” He said lowly, “Just let yourself feel it. I promise it’ll be worth it. Because you’re my good girl who is a glutton for pleasure.” He gave an large lap against your clit, “My girl.”

 “Fuck.” You moaned as you clawed at the couch once more. You wanted to wrap your thighs around his head but you were prevented from doing so by Daichi keeping them pried open, “Daichi, please. It feels so good but yet so much!”

It wasn’t long before you were panting like a mad woman, the rise and fall of your chest as he continued to pleasure you. He growled against your skin, a sheen of sweat on his toned back.

 “Please.” You moaned before you came on his tongue. You heard him groan a you came, pleasure shook through you and resulted you in throwing caution to the wind as you became louder. And then like a roller coaster you started to come down from the high.

Daichi pulled away, a string of cum connected from his lips to your pussy. Wetness masked his face as he looked at you with greedy lust. He purred, “Beautiful, but I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” He clawed at your thighs, “One more round in the bedroom and maybe we’ll have enough time to finish the movie.”

 “You’re insatiable.” You said as you slowly retied up your hair as it was falling out of your ponytail.

He kissed your quivering thigh softly, “Only for you.” And smirked against your skin, “Now c’mon. One more.”

You pushed his head away by his forehead, “One more, and then we’re finishing the movie with no funny business.”

His smirk grew, “Of course, baby.” And wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.