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Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might’ve even forgotten if it weren’t for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He’s exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn’t be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It’s not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there’s a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
“Happy birthday!”
Keep reading
Growing pains.
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.
a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.
content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.
Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.
He might've even forgotten if it weren't for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.
There's a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.
He's exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.
As if his day couldn't be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It's not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.
Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.
He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there's a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.
"Happy birthday!"
testing
kita x reader
cw: size kink, breeding, fem reader, cervix fucking, smut mdni!
a/n: unedited, not beta’d and straight from my Google docs — having more Shinsuke thoughts :’)
“Shin, shiiiin, shin,” You whine, your body writhing in pleasure as he pulls yet another orgasm from you. 3, 4, 5 — you’re not sure how many times he’s made you cum, your mind was hazy and you were more focused on the way his thick cock makes you feel nice and full.
Kita thinks it’s cute — you’re cute.
The way you claw and grab at his sturdy arms that trap you in, between him and the mattress every time he thrusts his hips into yours — his cock reaching even further inside you while his fat, mushroom tip pounds against your cervix.
— [♡] 21:55 with Matsukawa.
just a lil drabble because I love this man, your honor + not beta’d just copied and pasted from my docs.
✩⡱ content+warnings: fem!reader, established relationships, vaginal penetration, size kink, creampies, pet names are used!
Your boyfriend watches in amusement — watching you huff and grunt as you struggle to sink down on his cock, both your hands placed on his broad chest to steady yourself as you try again.
“What’s wrong, bunny?” Matsukawa asks, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, his features doing nothing to mask that — yes — he does find your current dilemma amusing.
“Need a hand?” You roll your eyes as he places his heavy hands on your hips before you swat them away — the teasing lilt never leaving his tone.
“No,” You lift yourself up so that you're hovering mere inches away from Matsukawa’s thick, monster cock — the fat mushroom head bumping against your clit has you hesitating.
I get so happy reading the tags on my fics, I’m glad we all agree big dick!Mattsun is the best :( <33
+ cw: oral fixation, dry humping, vaginal penetration, fem!reader, use of pet names.
+ not really beta read, just copied this from my Google docs.
Mattsun finds it cute, no, he finds you cute.
The way your doe-like eyes fixate on his hands, trailing themselves all the way to the tips of his thick, long fingers as you sit on his lap — your pretty plaid skirt bunched around your waist. You don’t even try to hide the fact that you’ve been staring for so long.
“What is it, doll,” He asks, voice as sweet as honey as he takes a hold on your chin — cradling it between those fingers you’ve grown to adore.
You don’t answer, instead you pout as Matsukawa rubs his thumb over your pretty lips. “Gotta use your words, baby,”
“I want you,”
A breathless chuckle leaves his lips, although he wasn’t laughing at you. He found it amusing just how fascinated you were with his fingers.
“Open up for me then, pretty girl,” You do as you're told, parting your lips slightly, just enough for him to dip his fingers in. You waste no time in coating them with your saliva — swirling your tongue around his digits as you continue to suck.
— [♡] 21:55 with Matsukawa.
just a lil drabble because I love this man, your honor + not beta’d just copied and pasted from my docs.
✩⡱ content+warnings: fem!reader, established relationships, vaginal penetration, size kink, creampies, pet names are used!
Your boyfriend watches in amusement — watching you huff and grunt as you struggle to sink down on his cock, both your hands placed on his broad chest to steady yourself as you try again.
“What’s wrong, bunny?” Matsukawa asks, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, his features doing nothing to mask that — yes — he does find your current dilemma amusing.
“Need a hand?” You roll your eyes as he places his heavy hands on your hips before you swat them away — the teasing lilt never leaving his tone.
“No,” You lift yourself up so that you're hovering mere inches away from Matsukawa’s thick, monster cock — the fat mushroom head bumping against your clit has you hesitating.