⟼ camtime | smut | iwaizumi is feeling a bit needy, but oikawa really wants to facetime. the solution?
↳ includes: camera sex, mild daddy kink, voyeurism
⟼ [coming soon] simple pleasures | sequel to camtime; oikawa comes home and keeps his promise
↳ will include: cockworship, praise, deepthroating
⟼ poolside service | smut | you’ve just moved into your new house and, wouldn’t you know it, the air conditioner is busted. iwa is quick to remind you that you now own a pool and thank god for that.
↳ includes: established relationship, polyamory, pool sex, fingering, double penetration
left my heart in san juan
↳ prequel to 365 days
⟼ distance | fluff | oikawa goes to argentina, leaving you and iwaizumi behind
↳ will include: angst, fluff
⟼ makes the heart grow fonder | fluff | prequel to 365 days; you follow oikawa to argentina for a visit and realize some things just can’t stay the same
tooru to holding ur hand while eating ur pussy <33333
“sweet girl,” tooru hums. his breath is warm, fanning the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. his tongue follows almost immediately after the last syllable rolls off of his tongue, a slow, wet drag that has your cunt clenching frantically around the two fingers he’s teasing you with. all of the playfullness just makes the moment more tender, a soft sort of rush that has your chest burning with emotion.
he licks one more stripe up your thigh before meeting your eyes, grinning wickedly at the bashful expression on your face, and swirling his tongue around one of his knuckles, licking a path down his finger until his tongue brushes against your soaked cunt. tooru chuckles, amusement pulling at the corners of his lips, before he spits on your puffy clit.
he doesn’t wait for you to finish gasping, doesn’t wait for you to cry out his name—no, tooru wastes no time and immediately sucks on your clit, fingers still working maddeningly slow inside of you, blunt nails pressing down on your fluttering walls. your slick is coating his skin, evidence of your arousal practically glistening in the low lighting of his bedroom.
when tooru pulls back, it’s only so he can see while he reaches for your hand. your heart pounds wildly when his thumb carefully brushes your wrist before settling on your palm, holding you firmly. he always holds you like this, as if you’re his most precious gift. “i love you so much,” he tells you, and you know that the words taste like you on his tongue.
— a/n: davi enables me too much hehe. also inspired by this art (sfw) - come and scream about it with me ahhh.
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— MEIAN SHUGO; meian and you had been on the baby-making train for weeks now, eager to have another little one running around. but it also meant that randomly throughout the day, flashbacks of the two of you would playback in his mind, and right before his match had been the nastiest one yet. it doesn’t help when right before he’s meant to head out with the team, he sees your text message to him: “can’t wait to congratulate you for the win later tonight. good luck, babe!” catches you giggling at the way he not-so subtly shifts himself around, and promises to make you regret that.
— INUNAKI SHION; he has a habit of getting hard right before games, blames the adrenaline rush. but he’s become infamous for sporting a hard-on, almost to the point where everyone expects it. when he enters the gym, parents are covering their children’s eyes, and the females have their phones out ready to capture the sight. he’ll wink at them, and move around so that it becomes more prominent. never fails to traumatise barnes.
— ADRIAH TOMAS; he’s 6’7, and if he’s hard, everyone is coming face to face with it. can’t be helped when he’s almost a foot taller than the average human being. he’s one of the boys who usually gets interviewed before matches, often by you, and he’ll catch your gaze lower more than once before he’s smirking and asking, “what’s so interesting down there?” you cut the interview short after that.
— OLIVER BARNES; the team’s resident family man. he’s absolutely horrified when he feels the tightening in his shorts, and will do everything in his power to keep it hidden. holds his gym bag in front of him, places his towel over his lap. it’s all for nothing though, when he stands up to serve and he hears a kid ask, “mommy, why do his shorts look funny like that?”
— BOKUTO KOUTAROU; like an excited, little puppy, bokuto gets hard just at the thought of playing volleyball. he doesn’t even see a problem with it or try to hide it, and draws more attention to by jumping up and down to warm up on the side. later in the week he’s confused when he sees media tabloids talk about how “big booty bokuto” became “big balled bokuto”. he’ll ask you if it’s because the volleyballs he plays with have become bigger.
— MIYA ATSUMU; listen, atsumu has a whole pregame ritual and part of that ritual is jerking off for good luck. it usually goes well for him, he watches a video of the two of you going at it, does his thing and heads out to warm up - except this time he forgets his phone was connected to the team’s speaker. so when a shoe comes flying at him, knocking his phone and cracking the screen, he’s forced to walk out blue-balled with a stiffy on show for everyone. is proud of it at first until he feels your glare on him from the sidelines.
— SAKUSA KIYOOMI; is a victim to atsumu’s foolery. he berates himself for not having more self-control, and for allowing the lewd noises playing on the speaker get to him. hates the idea of relieving himself in the locker room bathrooms, so he’s also forced to walk out with a hard-on. shifts around uncomfortable under the crowd’s stares; and when he hooks off his mask, the strain in his smile is nothing compared to the strain in his too-tight shorts.
— HINATA SHOYO; another victim of atsumu’s antics, except he’s actually seen the videos the setter watches. almost faints from embarrassment, and his growing erection only makes it worse. he’s a fan favourite, so when he walks out with both his hands covering his crotch, everyone notices. that game, he politely declines all autographs, but makes it up with a photograph. and now suddenly everyone and their kid has a photo of the hinata shoyo cupping the tent in his pants, with a big smile and a pained look in his eyes.
sakusa is private about his relationship with you, not secretive. and yes there is a difference.
he doesn’t engage in grandeur gestures of public love and affection, and his social media accounts aren’t drowning in posts of your dates together, either. instead, your initials are capitalised in his biographies, he speaks clearly of his status as the taken man of the amazing woman which is you in interviews, and only on rare occasions does he get caught with you out in public, pinkies linked together with matching masks.
whenever he’s asked about you, he isn’t shy of making it clear that yes, you are the love of his life. all he wants is for you and him to be respected. for your relationship to keep its intimacy in private, just for the two of you. you’re something he cherishes deeply.
but when he’s in the company of you and his closest friends, will he delve deeper into openly expressing his affections for you. brushing your hair behind your ear, giving your plush thigh a gentle squeeze, and even hooking one side of your mask off to lean in for a sweet kiss.
at the start his teammates had gone feral at the sight of you two sharing a kiss and not-so subtle touches in front of them. if only they knew him like you did.
because in the privacy of your shared apartment, sakusa cannot keep his hands off of you.
how could you expect him not to grab up on you, when he spends all day restraining himself in public. the apartment is his clean, safe haven. and you’re all his.
he loves to have you between his legs, your back against his. he’ll start with brushing his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp softly, just the way you like it. and then he’s massaging your small shoulders, rubbing soothingly over your arms before his hands are full of your breasts. he kneads the soft flesh in his big palms, enjoying the way you arch your back, and start to pant as he pinches at your perk nipples. fingers trail down your tummy, before he slides the damp crotch of your panties to the side to expose your pretty pussy, glistening all for him.
and when you’re stuffed full with three of his long fingers inside your drooling cunt, curled to press against that spongy spot inside that has you creaming all over, sakusa thrives in these private and personal moments.
but like i said. sakusa is private with your relationship, not secretive. and so you never pay attention to the way his phone records the moaning mess he makes of you. or the red dot of a live stream flashing across the screen. but don’t worry, he’s reassured you that he’ll never shows your faces. besides, what would people say if they knew the most private couple in japan, was one of the most popular cam couples in japan too.
thinking about spending new year's at home with omi in nothing but his favourite lingerie. you surprise him with a special collar saying "yoomi's" and just hold all the power to have that giant of a man melt in your touch.
sit on his lap—your throne—and card your hands through his locks. have his big hands ghosting over your body as he looses his mind in all the pleasure that jolts through his body and groans in your ear once you start leaving hickeys on his pretty neck–area and whimper softly the moment his cock starts prodding against your cunny...
ahhh and he'd push himself inside you at 12am, creating your own little fireworks as you whisper 'happy new year daddy' in his hair
Which one of the hq men do you think would be good family men? I think I have baby fever and I've been thinking about how cute some of them would be as fathers.
Oh this is a lot... a mf lot... anon I too have been having RAMPANT baby fever 🥵 it’s a disease but anyway let me break this down
Best Dad award all around goes to Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Father of The Year. He just gives me best dad ever vibes. Tough, but loving overall and would totally make you comfortable coming to him about anything. Just gives me the vibes that he would be family first ALWAYS and I love that.
Best #girldad award? My god it’s ATSUMU FUCKING MIYA. Best girl dad in the world he would literally be at every father daughter dance, every ballet recital, and every single tea party. He would also definitely have a pregame ritual with her where they do a little secret handshake and he gives her a kiss before EACH AND EVERY home game MSBY plays. (2nd place also goes to Iwa I just for some reason think he’d be the type of guy to end up with ONLY girls)
Best boy dad- hands down Nishinoya. He would always take them hiking, camping, fishing, you name it. Would be their Boy Scout troop leader in a heartbeat if asked. Would also wrestle with and roughhouse with your boys all day and all night if you let him... and yes... the Rolling Thunder becomes a family special finishing move. They are also always breaking something in the house but you let it slide most of the time.
warnings: mean!osamu, impact play (?), degradation, choking, slight oral sex (m. receiving.
— a/n: just a nasty thirst inspired by me and davi talking about professor cal. iykyk. i’ve never written anything like this before so...
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although your boyfriend had barely spoken a word to you, ‘samu’s actions told you plenty.
if the way he tore your dress off of your body, silken material left tattered on the carpet of your bedroom, was anything to go by - he was furious. he sat you on the edge of your king-sized bed, jaw clenched as he loosened his tie and began to wrap it with familiarity around your small wrists; binding your hands in front of you, the position squeezing your breasts together just the way he liked. and when you had tried to ask him, with your wide, innocent eyes, “what did i do, ‘samu?” he wordlessly tugged your soaked panties off with one hand and shoved them between the pretty pout of your lips.
thighs pressed together, slightly embarrassed on how turned on you were becoming from the taste of your own arousal spreading across your tongue; you watched your boyfriend slowly undress himself before you.
“you really like riling me up, don’t you? flaunting yourself to other men in front of me.”
long fingers worked to unbutton his dress shirt, untucking the cotton from his dark slacks. you fail to process the question he hissed at you, distracted by the sliver of tanned skin exposed from his sculpted chest and toned stomach. you follow his hands as he reaches down to unfasten the buckle of his leather belt, gold-painted metal clinking, before he yanks it from the loops of his pants in one swift movement.
and then he’s standing before you, the intoxicating scent of his cologne invading your senses, and making you dizzy. he folds the brown leather in half, tapping the belt against your cheeks; before bringing it to rest on the underside of your jaw, guiding your face to look up at him.
“when did you become such a slut, hmm?” the venom behind his words, is hidden behind the disappointed tone he uses to get to you. “is that how good girls are supposed to act?” you’re shaking your head side to side, trying to speak as your panties muffle your protests - but ‘samu only clicks his tongue. “it’s okay, after this you’ll be such an obedient girl for me.”
you whimper as the belt travels down the side of your neck, and brushes against the hardening buds of your nipples, prodding at the sensitive nubs. ‘samu takes his time tracing around the soft flesh, teasing you with ticklish motions that has you believing this punishment won’t be as bad as the others.
and then he pulls the belt away from your body, only to bring it down with a harsh crack on the tops of your thighs.
“nghh-!” you cry out, keening forward as tears quickly prick in the corner of your eyes. the skin of your thighs burns, the sting of the leather is scathing, and you attempt to jolt back as ‘samu taps the leather against your legs.
“spread them.” he orders.
when you’re too slow for his liking, he cracks the belt against your thighs a second time - and you choke on your own scream. sobbing now, with your head hanging; your boyfriend decides that he wants to hear the pretty sounds you make and pulls your soaked panties from your mouth.
“haaa, ‘s-samu...ple-ah!”
“i gave you an order. what is it now? are you too stupid to understand that when i tell you to do something, you do it.”
you part your thighs, exposing the sight of your bare, glistening cunt, drooling all over the cotton sheets. ‘samu starts to grind the smooth leather across your slit, watching the way your clit twitches, and your tight little hole clenches around nothing.
“fuck.” he groans out. when you start to try and roll your hips to get yourself off, he pulls away, dragging the belt to your lips. a silent order for you to clean it off, you start to lap away at your slick coating the brown leather. “such a dirty girl. what do you say?”
“‘m sorry, for being bad...”
“that’s not what i want to hear.” your eyes widen and your breath hitches as he slides the belt around your neck, slinking the end through the metal loop. “what do whores say when they get to suck their daddy’s cock?” with one hand on gripping onto the belt, the other tugs his cock free.
hunger fills your gaze as you lick your lips. “t-thank you, sir-”
humming, pleased with the way you’re already becoming his good girl again - he yanks you down to the floor with one harsh tug. the leather tightens around your neck, as he pulls you forward in a single motion that has him pushing his cock into your hot mouth - throbbing tip pressed against the back of your throat.
“fuck your pretty face ‘til you’re no longer a filthy slut. don’t worry, baby, daddy’s got you. gonna turn you into my good girl again.”
Hihi!!! For your meta writer asks: What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?
hi!! but oooh (i will write this one day) but it would have to be ofc another iwa fic. but this time reader’s best friend/sister is engaged to oikawa!! and the soon to be wed couple enlist their two best friends to help out with the wedding. it follows iwa and reader’s interactions with trying to plan the perfect wedding for their best friend, all the while fighting the attraction they have for each other. kinda slow burn-ish maybe. it finally boils on the night of the wedding, with no more stress of planning, they finally indulge each other - just like their best friends had been planning the whole time hehe
request: hi! can i please request something for sakusa aaand maybe suna? with a fem s/o who likes to randomly tickle them just to see their smile/cheer them up? i think it would be so cute ajxjdsjs 🥺 i really like your writing and i hope you’re comfortable with this request!! have a nice day and take care of yourself! ❤️ - anon
a/n: hi love ! this was so cute i’m 🥺🥺 i hope you have a good day as well !! 🥺
sakusa and suna with an s/o who likes to tickle them randomly
pairings: sakusa and suna x gender neutral reader (i wanted to make this as inclusive as possible ! <3)
genre: fluff :)
warnings: very very slight swearing in suna’s but it’s not bad :), some kissing in suna’s lol
► now shuffling…
sakusa is easily the most ticklish out of any haikyuu boy
but no one knows since he doesn’t let anyone touch him or even get near him
except for you :)
he’s definitely super sensitive around his neck area
you know that thing where people like… throw their heads back when someone touches them ?? that’s sakusa
but you’ve never actually tried tickling him until now
the two of you were cooking food in the kitchen, yet the atmosphere was pretty tense
sakusa’s practice was drawn out longer than normal, and his team was stressed and taking it out on others due to the pressure of nationals weighing down on their backs
sakusa was especially stressed, since he’s one of the top three aces in the nation, meaning he needed to be completely focused
you watched in confusion as sakusa seemed to angrily cook the food, his face stuck in a glare
