[seishiroes]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋…

meet the ringmaster: novie ♔ 20 ♔ lover girl

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[seishiroes]

"Experimenting" my ass girl you're so good at this wth

I SWEAR ITS ACTUALLY JUST AN EXPERIMENT

i genuinely do not know what i’m doing im just doing and learning as i go

mwah mwah

[seishiroes]

a little knight!iwaizumi braindump

mdni, f!princess reader, description of missionary (love making), some praise

a/n: @karnevil @brooksviolin ….. aka my fav knight lovers + i know this is short i’m open to part 2 or other interpretations

iwaizumi hajime the knight had one duty and one duty alone, which was to serve the crown by any means necessary.

by day he trained with his sword, slashing against wooden dummies and knocking them down. by nightfall, he stood outside your chambers as your guard, waiting for the coast to clear before the two of you played your nightly game.

the game was simple. he’d walk into your chambers, ensuring nobody could see him before locking the door behind him. he’d pad into the beautiful corners of your room, all plush carpets and lanterns that casted the candlelight onto your face, before setting down his armor and sword and reaching to sit beside you on your bed.

the two of you would talk. nothing more and nothing less. a princess of your stature could not entertain a knight beyond a certain limit — it would entirely break the court and your reputation, but still, nothing in heaven or earth could stop the both of you.

at least, until you heard about the war.

you sat in the court meeting that day, hands tapping idly onto the wooden table as your father, the king, the commander in chief, declared that the nearby kingdom wished to absorb yours into its borders. arguments erupted from all the officials, but you knew it was for nought. if your father wished to fight for the territory, than that was what would occur.

iwaizumi’s nightly visits stopped soon after. it was decided that the entirety of the skilled knight battalion would head off to war in defense of the crown. your heart plummeted into the deepest depths of your stomach.

you didn’t know if you’d find him again. you didn’t know if your kingdom would emerge victorious. you didn’t even know if he’d be alive.

alive to come and have nightly conversation. alive to sit in your bedroom and speak until the morning sun peeked ever so gently over the horizon. alive enough to tell him that you loved him and desired him heart mind and soul, and could not bear the idea of a life without him.

you snuck to see him fight, exchanging longing glances as he prepared and you went off to tour the kingdom and share the news. he continued to work hard, knowing that every blow of his sword was one step of being strong enough to return back to you.

the night before he had to leave for the war, you rushed to find him, the fabric of your dress bundled up in your hands as you ran through hallways and hallways trying to find him. at last, you found him right beside your door, his face lighting up as he threw it open and pushed you inside.

you found yourself with your back to the wall, pinned between his strong arms and his face just inches from yours.

“hajime,” you mumbled, committing his handsome face to memory. his eyes, his smile, the crease between his eyebrows that you wanted to kiss away. “hajime i—“

“i love you,” he said, stripping the words from your mouth. “i love you like the moon loves the stars and how the sun loves to greet humanity in the morning. i love you like the ocean kisses the shore. i love you with the breath of my lungs. my service to the crown is for you, always you, and only you.”

you feel the emotion of it sting your eyes, your hands cupping his cheeks before you felt his lips brush yours.

sweet and soft, they moved in tandem with yours, hand cupping your cheek while the other trailed down your waist. a pledge of sorts. he pressed you gently into the frame of your door, all plush skin to hard planes of warm muscle.

you might have shivered. you couldn’t tell much.

“princess,” he whispered, lips at the shell of your ear, the breath hot and tempting. “are you sure about this?”

you knew the risks. you knew what could happen—you’d heard your handmaidens speak of it before. a night of passion and ruin to reputations.

but it was hajime. your knight. your love. every kiss to your skin had you ravenous.

“i’m sure.” you nodded. “i want this. want you.”

that was all it took.

you were laid flat on the mattress of your bed, your knight sucking hotly at your pulse while he was buried deep inside you. you whimpered at the roll of his hips, the feel of his calloused hands tugging your soft thigh towards him.

it felt like he could devour you alive.

“is this okay?” he shivered, rolling into you so slowly a moan sparked in your throat. “you’re doing so good for me beautiful.”

“yes,” you whimpered, your fingers anchoring onto his back. you arched your hips to meet him, his hand snaking to thrust into you deeper, harder, better. “more. please. more.”

he groaned into your ear, gasping softly feeling you clench around him, so eager, so beautiful, so his. “i love you.” he said, dragging your hips to plunge into that spot that had you seeing stars. “i love you.”

“hajime!” you moaned, muffling it into his shoulder. every thrust had your vision blurring, the knot in your core growing tighter.

heaven had been bestowed upon you tonight.

you could feel yourself slipping, your gasps moving into his ears, fingers scratching into his back before you arched, clenching around him and feeling the pleasure overtake you. you could hardly think, whimpers torn out of your throat as you rode out the waves.

iwaizumi groaned at the sensation, marking your throat with a reminder of something scandalous before smirking down at you.

“you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, “but we’re not done yet.”

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[seishiroes]

hello!! theres this thought pissing off shoyo and him making you sit on his cock for awhile and not letting you have any relieve but then if you push the button right he will give up and start to pamper you with praises and ofc amazing droolingly good making lov eheh🤤 if youre not uncomfy with ths feel free to not answer this, hope you have a good day!! also love love love your osamu fic !!

brazil timeskip!shoyo reallllly needs to lock in and watch a match to learn the strategy, but his pretty girl’s a bit too needy to keep her waiting…

minors dni, basically cockwarming for a bit with no release (can’t move til his game is over), oral f!receiving, missionary, creampie, praise (cute names)

a/n: thank you so much beloved nonnie…this is hot and also i’m so happy you liked the osamu fic because it was my first time writing like that. i hope this sort of does it justice :3

hinata shoyo had locked in on his volleyball strategy since he’d made it to brazil. the tropical weather, the beaches, and all the strategy he’d been learning to better his craft was just a portion of his day. the rest of his day consisted of two things.

a) spending time with his favorite person in the world, exploring and satisfying you however you needed

b) watching the matches of his highschool teammates, and other experienced professionals to ensure when he made it back to japan, he’d be unstoppable.

both of those priorities collided on your couch tonight, your plush lips pulled between your teeth as you straddled shoyo’s lap. you gently shifted your hips against him, watching his hands tense at his sides as he tried to look beyond you at the tv.

“shoyo” you mumbled into his ear, shifting your hips just enough to feel him shudder beneath you. “i know you have to watch….but what about me?”

“after the game, i promise.” he said, firm and calloused hands moving to steady your waist. “we can do anything you want after.

his eyes were trained on the plays in front of you, his mouth falling open when one of the players landed a cross court shot so nasty, even the commentator screamed.

he looked so good right now. his red hair was tousled and lightened from the brazil sun, his skin tanned and bronzed from time spent outside. you wanted to taste the salt on his skin.

you wanted him so bad.

you pressed against the bulge in his shorts almost involuntarily at that point.

he winced, hands shaking before his eyes snapped, determined, onto yours.

“that impatient, huh? he nearly laughed, shifting you off of his lap. “fine. we’ll do this halfway.”

before you could even ask what that meant, he moved to tug down the waistband of his shorts, hard cock springing free. your eyes widened as he dragged you in again, mouth dragging down your neck while his hands tugged at the shorts you were wearing.

“shoyo?” you asked, half whimper and half question, feeling him position you in his lap right over him. “shoyo what—“

you gasped as he slid you down onto him, bottoming out with a gentle groan of his own. you felt so full, the shock and the desire coursing through your system in equal measure.

“good,” he gritted out. “now stay still.”

“what?” you whimpered, every slight shift of him to see or breath sending you clenching around him. “shoyo please.”

“you’re doing so good already,” he said, grinning at a clean set. “wow. they’ve gotten a lot better.”

you nodded, doing your best to be fair. shoyo loved volleyball, loved it enough to move and learn from different places in the world. you had to at least try.

but fuck, it was hard. you shifted your hips against him just a bit, stifling the gasps rising in your throat at the friction. it was just a bit, not even close to enough, but it made your head spin.

right in the last few minutes of the game, he shifted enough to hit a spot that had you gasping, your fingers anchoring onto his shoulder.

“shoyo please,” you whimpered into his ear, feeling yourself clench around him, “i can’t anymore.”

he inhaled sharply, hands scrambling for the remote to shut off the TV before his lips, soft and plush met your own. he pulled you flush against him, thrusting up into you shallowly enough for moans to spill out of your mouth.

“so good for me,” he mumbled against your lips, hips angling to hit a spot that had you whining. “you were so patient. thank you baby.”

“shoyo,” was all you could even manage, feeling him flip you so your back was against the cushions. slowly he rolled his hips into yours, wrapping your thighs around his waist.

“fuck,” he groaned. “i have to taste you.”

“what?” you asked, missing the warmth of him filling you when he pulled out. “but—“

“you can have all of me, i promise.” he said, lips hot against your neck. his hands gently went to your chest, warm and gentle as he dropped down to your sternum, leaving hot open mouthed kisses against your skin.

he sucked gently at your thighs, mouth hot and insistent the higher he went. he scraped the skin of your sensitive inner thigh with his teeth just enough to have you bucking your hips, his smirk warm against your skin.

shoyo lapped at you like a man starved, mouth slow and insistent, rolling your clit and sucking so hard you think you ascended. he moaned sloppily into your folds, each whimper of his name leading to a fierce vibration through you. he pressed himself against the couch for any release, moaning into you as you fell apart over his tongue.

you gasped, trying to catch your breath before shoyo slid between your thighs, cock twitching at your warmth. he thrust in slowly, feeling your velvet walls suck him and groaned into your ears.

“you deserve everything,” he said, hands interlacing with your own. “you support my dreams. you’re always there for me. you even waited for me today. i love you.”

he snapped his hips into yours more insistently, swallowing your moans with his mouth. you arched towards him, his fingers coming down to play with your clit.

“i love you,” he nearly whined. “i lo— fuck — i love you.”

“shoyo,” you whimpered, another roll of your clit between his fingers sending a wave of sharp pleasure through you. “i’m so close.”

“come baby,” he groaned, snapping even harder. “come all over me. you’re so good for me. so sweet. so perfect. come.”

you had no time to prepare before a sharp moan of his name escaped your lips, your vision blurring as your hips arched towards him. your thighs shook in his hands, fingers clutching his even tighter as you clenched around him.

he thrusted twice more before moaning your name, spilling into you warmly.

you felt him twitch as you finally came down, wiping the hair from his face.

“hi” you smiled.

“hi,” he grinned.

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[seishiroes]

thank you all for so much support on my first nsfw thing ily all

i see your anon requests and i promise ill get to them

mwah mwah

also feel free to give me feedback!! i’m so so happy to learn

[seishiroes]

Heyyyyyy q here

Omg lovemaking with osamu or semi right. It’s y’all’s first time together and he’s so gentle and tender w you until you get him to snap. Bonus points if he teases you🤤🤤🤤

my beloved q, you are so so so right...now imagine this

minors DNI, reader first time, oral f!receiving, like two second handjob, p in v, missionary, creampie

a/n: my first time writing something like this, i will try to learn and grow but i hope you osamu lovers enjoy

osamu miya is the more sensible twin…most of the time. when he’s not arguing with atsumu, everything he does is measured. methodical. he knows just how much rice to put into an onigiri to make it delicious, and he knows just how much to fluster you to turn you into a mess.

osamu hovers on top of you, the solid expanse of his chest hot to the touch. his calloused fingers skim down your shoulders, as if to worship the softness of your skin. "yer first time?" he mumbles gently, kissing the shell of your ear with a reverence you didn't know was possible. "i promise i'll make this good for ya.' yer safe with me." the best thing you can do is nod as he moves to gently move the strap of your bra aside, his lips trailing the sensitive skin of your shoulders. he trails his lips slowly, oh so slowly up to your neck, brushing your pulse enough to make you shiver. his free hand moved to your thigh, rubbing circles into the soft skin. you'd done nothing and you were already shaking.

"i wanna try somethin' you might like," osamu smirked against your skin, finger coming up to touch your chest over the lace. "can i?" "yes," you shiver out. osamu's hands move gently to the waistband of your shorts, waiting for your nod before tugging them down. he nearly groans at the sight of your panties, already soaked without him touching you. he intended to give you a night to remember. osamu left open mouthed kisses, hot and slow against your stomach, tracing a heart onto your thigh with his tongue and sucking at the soft skin. he could feel your legs shake around him, feeling your hands knot gently in his hair. "samu," you whispered almost breathlessly, "what are you—?" "trust me," he smiled, tugging down your underwear and throwing it across the room. you were entirely bare now, face heating up over how exposed you were. osamu however, knew he was in paradise. his kisses slowly inched up your thighs, closer and closer until— the first lick of his tongue was nothing short of heavenly. you shuddered out a gasp of his name, fingers tangling into his hair as he dragged you closer to his mouth by the hips. you trembled, hips arching into the warmth of his mouth, which was at this moment, treating you like a five star dessert. "samu," you shuddered out, gasping again and letting out moans that were beyond anything you'd ever been able to do to yourself. the pleasure was practically endless, your vision blurring and the knot in your core tightening and tightening until you practically melted all over his tongue. osamu smirked against your thigh, licking a gentle stripe before coming up to kiss you again. you could taste yourself on his lips and couldn't even care less. you wanted more of it. more of him. "god, yer so pretty when you cum? ya' know that?" he whispers, his breath raspier. "how do ya' expect me to last when you sound like that?" "samu," you say, looking into his beautiful eyes, dark with lust at the moment. "samu i want you inside." his brows rose, preparing to protest before you gently skimmed the waistband of his boxers, moving to tug them off. every part of osamu miya was perfect. you reached for him gently, stroking him with a feather-light touch that had him pressing into your palm, his breath shuddering as you gently moved your hand up and down the shaft. "god," he cursed, gritting his teeth, "baby i can't." you smiled, moving to tug him into a kiss. his tongue swiped across the seam of your lips, finding yours while he gently spread your thighs apart. his fingers traced gently at your inner thighs, your legs trembling against his palms before he finally moved between them. "i'll go slow," he mumbled against your lips, a hand moving to interlace with yours. "tell me if anythin' hurts at all. okay? i promise i'll try to be gentle." "i'll tell you," you exhale, feeling the gentle stretch of him as he slid in. you've never felt this before, never felt so loved while osamu's hands tightened against yours. "fuck." he groaned. "fuck you're so tight." he seated himself a little deeper, kissing your forehead when you winced. "are you okay?" he asked. you nodded. "you can move."

he did, gently moving deeper and stopping until he was finally buried up to the hilt. you'd never felt this full before — nothing your fingers or vibrator could ever do would ever compare to this. samu's eyes were shut, his breaths shaky. "god yer just suckin' me in." he nearly whimpered, "i'll go when yer ready." "you can move," you mumble, looking up into his eyes. "i love you." "i love ya' so much," he said, pulling out his hips and thrusting into you and oh—oh god— you finally understood why people were so obsessed with this. the pleasure sparked hot and insistent in your core, and samu seemed more wrecked than you'd ever seen him. he shivered as he thrust back in, your gentle gasp sending a moan of his own into your ear. "yer so...." he gasped out, drawing back his hips to plunge into you again. "fuck, you feel so good." "samu," you whimpered, arching your hips up to meet him. each drag of him against your walls had pleasure sparking behind your eyes. "please. more. more." "don't say that," he gritted out, "don't say that." his hips snapped into yours harder, a moan bursting from your lips. samu's eyes widened, his fingers tightening ever so slightly against your interlaced fingers. "fuck," he cursed, snapping into you harder yet again, only to hear a broken sigh of his name tumble from your lips. "fuck. i love ya'. i love ya' so much."

the sweet osamu miya of your dreams was suddenly replaced by a man who wanted nothing more than to make you cry out his name. he drove into you in steady thrusts, hands reaching to your clit to rub gentle circles while his mouth sucked eagerly at your neck. he tilted your hips upward enough to thrust at a part of you you didn't even know exist, groaning when you moaned his name desperately. you could feel yourself approaching the edge, clenching around him tight enough for his hips to stutter against your own. "samu," you whimpered, "samu i'm so close." "come with me," he groaned, "yer so good for me. so perfect. yer' all mine. come." you could feel yourself slipping, each thrust bringing you closer and closer until you felt yourself yelp his name. you'd never felt a release like this before, clenching down around him while he groaned into you, spilling warm and hot into your walls. you whimpered at the feel of him, his grip tight around your waist. you both shuddered, giggling when you both came down. "how was that?" he smiled, kissing your forehead. "yer a drug. i don't know how i'm going to resist ya'," "perfect," you smiled. "so what is that thing... aftercare?" osamu shook his head amusedly. "we can take a shower, and then i make ya' food. how does that sound?” "just right," you smile, giggling when osamu leans down to kiss your nose.

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[seishiroes]

okay so now the circus is live for performances aka we’re live now baby

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◦˚~ MAROON DIVIDERS ~˚◦

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