i haven’t been here in what feels like forever, i’ve just lost motivation to write in here, and i just wanted to say that i’ve moved blogs.
i won’t be saying the url here just because i want a fresh start, but if any mutuals want to follow me on my new blog, you can message me privately and i’ll give you the url. so far it’s felt great to write and meet new people on the new blog, even though i haven’t written much.
also if you see a blog with similar rules and dni page, it’s probably me because i can’t be bothered to come up with something new. i won’t be deleting this blog, since i know some people did like some of the fics i wrote here. thank you for reading if you did, i’ve predicated the support i’ve gotten here and in my previous blog, but i feel it’s necessary to start over somewhere new.
blank blogs have a heavy toll on us writers. as we gain followers with all the blank blogs following us, we don’t gain any more output for our fics. none of you reblog and comment anyway so when blank blogs follow us, it just hinders our success. please reblog our shit. we work so hard and hope that our stuff will do well and then it doesn’t. it’s disheartening. blank blogs please leave us alone. it’s better to not even interact with us if you’re so hellbent in reading our stuff bc the second you follow us, it keeps me and so many other people under shadowban.
it’s so frustrating (and heartbreaking) to see so many writers going on indefinite hiatus / deleting their blogs because they are not motivated to write anymore. worst of all: people would always be like ‘no why are you leaving we don’t want you to do so :(’ but they were nowhere to be seen in our notifications beforehand. the lack of support on this platform is a huge issue and it’s a shame that content consumers don’t get the hint when writers have been waving the red flag for months.
please support creators by rebbloging their posts, interact with them by leaving a few tags, a comment or an ask! if you’re too shy then hit that anon button and you’re good to go. show them that their works matter and you enjoy their blog, because when the decision to leave is made, it’s already too late.
you realize that this situation is extremely sad when we writers have to beg for any interaction; i don’t know if you readers know the pain and demotivation we writers feel when we spend hours, days, even weeks writing something with all our hearts just to a few (or no one) people appreciate our effort. it hurts to know that everything you wrote and all the time you spent was in vain because no one is there to support or motivate you. so please interact, reblog, ask, anything! we need a little support to keep doing what we love; to keep cheering you up with our writing, even a little bit. take the opportunity to praise your favorite writer before it’s too late.
sugardaddy!hq boys helping their sugar baby study for college exams
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pairings: kuroo x f!reader, akaashi x f!reader, shirabu x f!reader, iwaizumi x f!reader, bokuto x f!reader; (she/her pronouns, afab!reader)
warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), fingering, vaginal sex, spanking, oral (m!receiving), a teeny bit of dubcon for iwaizumi, sugar daddy hq boys, age gap (10+ years), lmk if there’s anything that i missed!
notes: i just performed poorly on an analytical chemistry exam that i did not prepare for well enough so this is how i cope! likes and reblogs are always appreciated :D
part 1 | part 2
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sugardaddy!kuroo who helps you prepare for your upcoming accounting midterm, teaching you all of the useful Excel shortcuts so that you’re able to complete your balance sheet with ample time to double check your work. and when you excitedly come home and let him know that you got the highest score in the class, he throws you onto his bedsheets, fucking you at any pace that you want– rough and fast or passionate and slow– anything to reward his princess for being so pretty and smart <3
sugardaddy!akaashi who proofreads your essays. he’s an editor for a shonen manga magazine, so his brain easily catches argument inconsistencies, spelling errors, and grammar mistakes. he sits on his plush leather chair in his home office, carefully typing away on his laptop– adding commas here and there, fixing phrases for parallel structure, and occasionally building on your argument to make your points clearer and more cohesive. meanwhile, you sit underneath his desk; your knees ache and your jaw is sore from sucking keiji’s cock for almost an hour. he swears that he doesn’t need any repayment– that seeing you succeed is more than enough of a reward– but you insist, and who is he to deny his precious baby? <3
sugardaddy!shirabu who tutors you for the MCAT. it’s been over a decade since he graduated from med school and an even longer time since he had to take that wretched standardized test, but he figures that it’s always a good idea to review basic biology and chemistry. that’s how you find yourself in your current predicament– your skirt is flipped over and your baby pink panties pool around your ankles. kenjirou lands a harsh spank to your ass, the flesh stinging from the impact. he’s spanked you 20, maybe even 25 times at this point– one per every question you missed on the practice exam. you whine when you realize how many more you have to endure, but don’t worry, it all pays off when you score in the 99th percentile! <3
sugardaddy!iwaizumi who quizzes you for your anatomy practical. he’s a firm believer in hands-on learning, so he’ll lay you on his bed and point to various joints and bones on your body. he’ll make you answer with the corresponding anatomical term— he points to your elbow, you confidently respond “olecranon;” he taps your kneecap, you respond “patella” with a giggle. but not long after, his fingers slowly trail up your thighs and gently ghost over your core, making your breath hitch. his fingers push your cotton shorts and panties to the side, index and middle fingers running up and down your slit and collecting your juices. you hesitate, protesting that “it’s not on the exam!” and with a devilish smirk, he shoves two fingers into your needy hole, replying, “i know sweet thing, but you’ve been working so hard that i think you deserve a study break” <3
sugardaddy!bokuto who never went to college, so he doesn’t fully understand how stressful finals season is. but when you come to him crying, complaining about how none of the topics you studied was on your organic chemistry final, his heart shatters. he immediately tries to make you feel better, and what better way to relieve stress than by splitting you open with his thick cock, rubbing tight circles on your pretty clit, and letting you cum and cream all over him as many times as you want? once your tears of sadness morph into tears of pleasure, you whine and beg for him to move, to give you more, and he eagerly obliges. koutarou is the best sugar daddy you could ask for, so generous and understanding <3
Kuroo series? i am listening very, very, very intently.
i know right?! me too, i'm kind of excited about it, but i'll probably have to actually start writing it to know if i might drop it or not (i talk about so many projects and i don't always go through with it, so don't get too excited) for now i'm just doing the planning, and if it works out then i'll be giving more updates.
cw. nsfw, mdni, f!reader, shower sex, fingering, it ain’t much but it’s honest work
wc. 600
a/n. girl content for all my gays mwah <3
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“please, come with me” she said, her hand extended to you while she carried a towel in her other arm.
“i don’t think you need me to take a shower” you say, your words contrary to your actions as you hold her hand. she smiles to herself, knowing as much as you protest, you would always bend to her will if she asked nicely.
“god, you’re beautiful,” she whispered between the kiss, her lips parted while she pushed her tongue against yours. you smile into the kiss, knowing this was her intention all this time, yet you still took your clothes off and came into the shower with her. the warm water falls on your back soothingly, while her lips move in sync with yours.
“do you wanna… y’know” she says sheepishly, and you laugh at her. she always made big talk about the things she wanted to do to you, but when it came to the moment, she would wait for your approval for everything. you kiss her one more time, pecking her lips.
“mmh, yes” you say with a smile, feeling her hands on the small of your back. she holds one of your legs up, hooked on her hips with her hand on the back of your thigh, while her other hand plays with your tits. she thumbs your nipple and kisses down your neck, stopping every once in a while to make sure you’re feeling good.
“fuck,” she says, her hand cupping your chest. “i love you so much,” she sighs into your lips, her tongue brushing over your bottom lip. water runs down her hair and drips on your face, along with the pleasurable feeling of her hand going lower and lower down your body, building up your need for her.
“don’t tease” you say, one of your hands gripping her short hair and lightly pulling on the strands. she simply laughs at your eagerness and runs her fingers down your slit.
“is this what you wanted?” she asks.
“you know what i want” you say breathlessly, between the hand on the back of your thigh squeezing around the fat, and her other fingers toying with your sensitive clit, you were already bucking your hips into her touch.
“are you sure?” she asks, her fingers coming dangerously close to slipping into you. you nod your head eagerly, a soft moan escaping your lips. “uh-uh, use your words, pretty girl, c’mon, i wanna hear you” she says.
“please, i want you,” you say, “want you to make me feel good, just like you always do”. you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her into another kiss that drinks in your moans when she slips one of her fingers in, and thrusts it one, two, three times before adding another one.
she doesn’t stop, she knows just what to do to have you a writhing mess in a few seconds, curling her digits at the right places and pressing her fingertips against all your sensitive spots.
“s-saeko” you whine as she bites onto your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood from it.
“shh, you’re doing so good for me baby, you’re gonna cum already?” she asks, the grip she had on your leg growing stronger, strong enough to leave bruises that she would apologize for later.
you shake your head at her question, too ashamed to admit that you were on the verge of an orgasm so quickly.
“no?” she says, faux worry in her tone. she presses her fingers up against your g-spot, abusing the same spot over and over. “how ‘bout now?” she asks, a smirk on her face as she watches your eyes swell with tears. too much stimulation at the same time, her fingers thrusting into you fast enough to make you see start, and her thumb rubbing on your clit.
you’re suddenly cumming, your cunt spasming around her fingers and drooling around them.
“you’re so pretty like this” she says, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead. “all fucked out, just for me”
i think this has been pretty obvious since my activity on tumblr has been decreasing, but just wanted to come and like say it yknow
i just haven’t had the energy to be writing, i thought forcing myself to write a drabble everyday would get rid of the writers block that’s been plaguing my mind, but it just made it worse so it’s kind of my fault.
i’ll be taking a break from writing, just posting in general because it’s kind of become a burden and another chore on my already busy day.
i do want to start writing again, eventually. i still want to do that makki series i was talking about, but maybe sometime later. right now i feel tired, and i think that it’s being reflected on my writing, it’s not as good as it used to be because i’m burning myself out with every piece i post.
thank you for reading, if you did, know that i appreciate every bit of support i get from my followers, THANK YOU FOR THE 2K i almost forgot abt that, and it probs makes me look shitty but thank you!!
(there will be a kinktober fic posted later today, bc it was already scheduled)
cw. nsfw, mdni, handjob, lowkey sub makki? edging, hand holding while cumming [<333] lots of begging and teasing
wc. 500
a/n. makki is like... very ooc in this but,, yeah
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“just like that baby, just like that” he groans, his hand lacing into your hair as you fist his cock, feeling him twitch in your hand.
he looks so close to the edge, such a shame he’ll have to hold it in again.
“fuck, fuck please, wanna cum for you, please” he says, bucking his hips into your touch. his whines were getting louder, telling you it was time to pull away from him. you release your hand and watch him crumble, begging you to touch him again, blindly searching for your hand because he doesn’t want to open his eyes, he doesn’t want to ruin the feeling of being so close, and he doesn’t want to accept that it’s been taken away from him again.
“please, please” he cries, tugging your hand on his cock, but when you pull away, he uses his own hand to fist his cock.
you slap his hand away, “i told you not to touch” you said, reminding him of the rules you established in the beginning.
“i can’t, please,” he begs again. “please, i wanna cum”
“not until i say so, ok?” you say, wrapping your hand around him and stroking him, building up the orgasm he’s longing for.
“more,” he groans. “want more”
“you want me to go faster?” you tease, knowing that’s exactly what he wants, what he needs to get that sweet release he’s been craving so badly since you walked into his apartment. you give him a taste, pumping your fist faster, his precum smearing down to the base of his cock with your movements, only to resume your slow pace and leave him with a bittersweet feeling of yearning for more.
“fuck yes please” he says, his eyes clenched shut and his head thrown back. you go faster, complying to his pleading for once, you figured it had been enough torture for him already. he mutters little curses and praises every few seconds, his tone whiny when he tells you what he wants again. “please let me cum, i-i’ll be good, i just wanna cum for you, please”
you hum in response, not giving him a coherent answer, knowing it would make him even more frustrated.
“beg for me, one more time, and i’ll let you cum” you tell him.
“please, i’m so pent up, j-just wanna cum… wanna be good for you, please let me cum” he sighs, his hand on your head again. who could deny someone begging so well. he reaches out his hand and fumbles with your fingers, trying to lace them with his own.
“aww, you wanna hold my hand when you cum?” you ask, already knowing the answer to the question from countless nights when he’s done the same thing
“mm,” you say with a chuckle. “cum for me” you whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear, but even the implication makes him buck his hips into your hand and curse under his breath. his cum shoots in spurts, staining your- his shirt, and he breathlessly moans your name, sighing when he comes down from his high.
“do you want me to take a closer look?” he asks, scribbling a few last things on the small notebook. you nod hesitantly.
going to the doctor was never your favorite activity, but given your recent problem it was necessary. lucky for you, the doctor seems more than happy to fix you up.
“do you want me to take a closer look?” he asks, scribbling a few last things on the small notebook. you nod hesitantly.
going to the doctor was never your favorite activity, but given your recent problem it was necessary. lucky for you, the doctor seems more than happy to fix you up.
“alright, just lay back, and open your legs so i can take a look” he says. you do as told, laying down on the cold parchment paper covered bed, and spreading your legs, your tiny skirt riding up your thighs.
“spread them” he says. god, you know he’s just being professional, but the way those words rolled out of his mouth sounded so sinful. “wider” he puts his hands on your thigh, prompting you to do as he says. it’s a little weird for him to touch you like this, but you brush it off as something he does with all his patients.
little did he know, you’re getting special treatment for wearing that tiny skirt, a dainty girl like you should know better than to wear something like that to a doctors office.
“let me take a look” you unintentionally hold in your breath, his hands roaming from your legs to your inner thigh. you remind yourself it’s all in the most professional manner, but something about his fingers fingering in the same place for so long makes you think there's something else behind his touches.
“hm” it’s a simple reply before he shies away from you and rummages through something in his drawers. he pulls out a pink toy. a sex toy.
it’s not what he normally uses with his patients, but he’s willing to make an exception for such a pretty little thing like you.
he looks back over to you, lying helplessly on the bed. thoughts of everything he could do with such a pretty girl laying on the bed of his office, but he’d have to wait a little longer. he notices the blush that spreads on your cheeks when he reveals the toy.
“aww, don’t be embarrassed, i’m a professional, you don’t have to worry about…” there’s a slight pause he uses to take in a breath. “the things i’m going to do to you” he says with a sigh.
next thing you know, your fingers are clenching down around the parchment paper, almost tearing through it. his hand is pressing the toy on your clit, the vibrations making you squirm in your seat.
as much as he assured you that he was a professional, he couldn’t deny the hand on your chest had nothing to do with the procedure, he shouldn’t be rubbing his fingers along your perked up nipple, but who were you to stop him when it only drove you closer to the edge.
“you know, it doesn’t seem like you have any problems with your libido” he says, reminding you of why you came to his office in the first place. he’s right, all of your problems seemingly went away as soon as he stepped into the room.
a loud slap snaps you out of your thoughts, his gloved hand coming down hard on your cunt. “o-ow!” you cry, bucking your hips into his touch.
“did that hurt? i’m so sorry” he says, but from the smirk on his face, you can tell he’s far from apologetic. “are you close, princess?”
“mhmm” you whine, trying your best to hold back from him. one of his fingers slips into you, the wetness between your thighs making it easy and putting you to shame. between the stimulation to your swollen clit, and his finger curling upwards and finding your sweet spot, you’re convulsing and clenching around his digits in just a few seconds.
“good, good” he says, soothingly running his hand over your arm. “good girl” he coos. he pulls away from you, walking over to his desk and cleaning the toy, putting it back into the drawer. he takes your panties, still bunched up on the corner of the bed, and tucks them in the pocket of his coat.
“doctor” you call him, and god the way the title slips out of your lips is enough to make his cock twitch, already hard from seeing you cream around his fingers. “it still hurts” you pout, playing with the hem of your skirt while you sit on the edge of the bed. you spread your legs invitingly, “i think i need you to take another look” you say, eyeing the bulge in his pants.
