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eighteen – INFP-T

[t-tatsumaki]

N A V I G A T I O N

hi my name is nana and i’m eighteen; university student and horny 24/7

currently status: trying to breath

main blog — @t-tatsumaki

side blog — @otomehoes

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[iwaijimes]

a/n: for some reason I can’t fall asleep so I’ll drop this here

not in a million years sakusa would thought that he would meet someone like you. so precious, so ethereal. everyone could tell how hard he fell for you, the way he looks at you with a soft and loving gaze, two words according atsumu “that would never be in the same sentence”.

now, it’s 3:00 am and for some tease on he can seem to fall asleep, not like you, who is in a heavy and deep slumber. your chest rising and falling softly, as your lips are parted slightly with some drool falling from it. in this late night, sakusa wonders how could he be with someone so beautiful like you, what did he do to deserve such a blessing?

however, his thoughts come to an end when he feels a pair of eyes looking at him from the door. his carbon copy, his other blessing, the greatest gift that you could have ever give to him. his daughter. carefully he gets up and picks her from the ground, placing her in the middle of the bed. “did you have a bad dream sweetheart?” he whispers to her, she nods while rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands “I was missing mom” she said while looking at your sleeping form “I’m sorry daddy I love you, but mommy is my favorite” sakusa smiles at his daughters’ confession “I understand, she’s my favorite too”

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Autocrat.

Character: Young Morax | Zhongli.

Requested by: @tri3tri.

Warnings: slight NSFW, female Archon reader, yandere Zhongli in dragon form, unprotected sex, pregnancy, 18+.

The one who chose the way of domination and greatness was deprived of happiness and calmness.

With the smile of forgotten father on his face Morax was creating the new world — as the one who chose the way of power, he was suffering from this cursed might himself. He had never seen you, the Archon of Moon, but he heard enough about you.

Your people loved you deeply: you were protecting their fragile land, your bright stars helped lost sailors to find their way home. You lived as a hermit, enjoyed your peaceful isolation. You didn’t talk to your people, and you didn’t need them — they were seeking protection only, and you caused an eclipse every time intruders tried to find your land of appeasement and beauty. You let them join your neverending night, and they screamed prayers and praises when they saw the crescent shining in your hair. They fell on their knees when falling stars appeared in the sky, as they thought of it as a sign of your favor to them. They didn’t know the cruel reality: the beautiful falling stars with brilliant trails were your tears. Attached to the mother Moon, you spend hours in the Sky praying to her and taking care of her wounds, which were left by the war between Archons — the distant luminary suffered too, and tears streamed down your face when you felt slow pulsation of living powers under her dusty ground becoming fast and chaotic, as her wounds started to hurt from your light touches.

Morax visited your land on a chilly night of hot summer. He crossed the restless sea to offer you a union — you shuddered when his piercing golden eyes looked at you with interest and desire. He was gorgeous: sharp ends of his refined horns were glistening in the moonlight, the tough face of a warrior and heavy dragon tail reminded you of his nature — nature of a guard made of stone. His deadly calloused hands were clothed with silk gloves, but you could feel how cold his skin was.

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[t-tatsumaki]

I won’t be over this for a while

[kairakeiji]

“what’s it like?”

oikawa turns to you at the sound of your question, “what’s what like?”

“what’s it like being in love?”

the boy quirks a brow, “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” you pause, shuffling from your place on the couch to face him. “what’s it like to give your all to a person? to have someone that loves you with all their being? what’s it like to have a bond and a connection that seems as if it would never break? or to have a person who’s poured their heart and soul into you? who would do anything to see you happy and make you feel loved?” you pause, meeting the boy’s gaze realizing you’ve been basically asking him the same question for the past three minutes. “i mean if you know about it, i know you’ve had your fair share of relationships.”

he bit back a chuckle at how small your voice became, “that’s a tough question for me to answer.”

“but you’re more experienced than i am with it,” you reason.

“why because i’ve been in more relationships?” 

”no because of the fangirls.”

and he laughs, “that’s adoration,” he notes. “adoration and love, while easily confused are two different things.” ”alright then,” you wave off. “then tell me,” his gaze softens as he shuffles to face you. “what’s love like?”

it’s,” he pauses, “it’s a feeling that you can’t really find anywhere else.”

“what do you mean?”

there’s a hint of curiosity in your voice, something that makes oikawa smile. contrary to you, his long time best friend, oikawa’s been in his fair share of relationships. some were long, others short flings, some serious ones, and then others that left just as fast as they came. he had watched you for years pine over other people wishing like the hopeless romantic that you are that you’d finally get your chance in love. he pauses for a moment before looking back at you. “do you know that moment where you have a puzzle and there’s only one piece missing?”

“okay,” you nod.

“and it turns out the puzzle piece fell on the floor, so you pick it up and then complete the puzzle.”

your brows knit in confusion, “that’s an odd scenario to compare love to.”

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[t-tatsumaki]

I almost cried when I read this

[teyvatmemories]

Hello Hazel! How about Kaeya with someone who finds out they're actually lonely (because all of their friends have partners and they are the only ones who dont) and they are not handling the realization well.

-❄

You knew, funny that you always knew but never really allowed yourself to admit it. The knowledge settled in the back of your mind, it lingered in the deep breaths you took to still yourself, it buzzed in your heart no matter how much you tried to drown out the noise. What you tried so hard to ignore, what you smiled away with reassuring words of, “no, it’s okay. I’ll be fine,” couldn’t stop your eyes from seeing what your heart didn’t want to feel.

It was debilitating, the observations that you made and how they, little by little, became far to difficult to ignore. Friends who you cherished, laughs that you had from inside jokes so deep it was hard to find the root of them anymore. Interactions that made you feel warm and listened to started to feel like sheets of papers left to compost in the garden. Several relationships dwindled; fewer and fewer until one day, it was only you.

A single lonely flower that no one wanted to claim.

“Well, well. Isn’t this an unexpected surprise.” A lush voice drifted down to you. Lifting your attention from the beckoning ground, you noticed the black boots and form fitting pants which directed you upward until you saw who was standing before you. Kaeya, with his hand on his hip, gave you a curious expression but you didn’t have the energy to give him one back. Instead, you let your eyes fall to your hands and pushed your nail into the pad of your finger. “No response today, that’s unusual.”

“I’m not in the best of moods right now, Kaeya.” You felt his energy shift and soon he was sitting next to you. The large windmill in the small garden continued to move even if, for a time, the conversation didn’t. The heat from the sun warmed your shoulders, pushed against your back until it became to uncomfortable you had to adjust and, when you looked up the path of vines stretching toward the sky, you sighed. “Kaeya …”

“Mmm?”

“Do you … do you get lonely?”

He chuckled, shifting his position to look at you but keeping his ankle locked onto his knee. “Not as often as you might think. I have plenty of people to bother me.” He spoke the last bit almost like an annoyance but it didn’t seem directed at you.

“Makes sense. I’m sure someone like you couldn’t possibly feel lonely …”

“Now, I wouldn’t say that.” He acted like he was going to continue, but you cut him off before he could. Your head moving to glance at him while your mouth turned into a frown.

“Am I unlikeable?” The way his eyebrows furrowed made your stomach unsettled and caused the words in your throat to spill out like a defensive shield. “There must be something about me that’s off-putting, right? Is it the way that I am or who I am? Is it … the way that I look?” Your jaw quivered, forcing you to turn away and bite your lip.

“Now hold on, what’s with this line of questioning?”

“Am I so unloveable that I’m destined to be alone?” A frustrating tear spilled from the corner of your eye and you pushed it away in the hopes that Kaeya didn’t see. It was unlikely since he was always able to see things even with half his ability taken by an eyepatch.

“Hey, wait a second.” He moved and so did you. The sound of his foot settling back onto the ground and shifting material under him as he adjusted caused you to slide away from him, but there was only so far to go on a bench of this size.

“Kaeya please, leave me alone … everyone else already has …” The sturdiness of your voice cracked and your hand moved to hold it together, fingers pushing against your throat and jaw as if to stop any shards from falling free. In an effort to hide, you turned away from him hoping that he would drift away into the wind but praying to Barbados that he wouldn’t.

“Y/N,” His normally playful tone turned soft and sincere. It wasn’t what you expected but desperately what you needed. “Something has taken your smile, tell me what it was.”

“I’m … I’m all alone, everyone has moved on to someone and here I am … still here like I’m stuck in place.” Turning your head sharply to him you gazed into his face and huffed at the expression he held. “What about me, Kaeya?” Your shoulders rose as you shook your head, a warm tear drifting down your cheek. “Why am I still alone?” You sputtered.

“You aren’t alone.”

“I’m am. I’m unbelievably lonely …”

“Well then,” He began, sliding closer to you so his arm could rest against the back of the bench and his thumb could push away your tears. “Come be lonely with me.”

You broke. Somehow the acknowledgment, the breakthrough and the confirmation that you were lonely made your weak composure shatter. Still, you felt lighter somehow as you cried onto Kaeya’s outstretched arm. As you gripped onto his clothes and felt his hand run over your hair. As you adjusted and felt the proximity of his knees bumping into yours. Yes, you were lonely, but so was he and, together, you managed to find company.

A single lonely flower finally picked by hands who knew it’s name.

[t-tatsumaki]

I didn’t expect to cry this early in the morning 🥲

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as an adult, akaashi was looking forward to two things: doing what he loves, and marrying you. now that he thinks of it, he's always followed his dreams. he competed in volleyball tournaments, he pursued a degree in literature, he asked you to move in with him, and finally, he got down on one knee and asked you the one question he's been waiting years to ask.

and after being with him for years, you know better than anyone how he does things with all the fervor in his body — he surrenders himself completely (just like he did to you when he said his vows).

keiji is passionate, so passionate, about being your husband. what can he say? he's always been infatuated with you. his chest swells with ardor when his eyes meet yours. for a man who didn't talk much in his younger years, keiji becomes that husband who doesn't stop talking about you. every conversation comes back to you, almost like your name sits on his tongue indefinitely.

even after almost ten years of being together, he feels butterflies when you hold onto his arm. and he can't help but blush when you scold him for not doing the dishes properly. you're the same person you were ten years ago, but keiji feels that his love for you has grown exponentially. you two still bicker like teenagers, throwing sarcastic comments around. and no matter how many times keiji tells you your hair looks like "luxury for a bird to live in" when you wake up next to him (always followed by you saying "yeah? like you look any better"), he places a kiss to your cheek that speaks volumes about how beautiful he thinks you are.

even after ten years of being together, he plays with the ring on your finger and dreams about your forever together. and now, he looks forward to when your little family of two can become more than just you and him.

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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐍.

[ #PAIRING ]   dilf!miya osamu x gn!afab!reader

[ #WC ]   4.6k words [ #SYNOPSIS ]   when osamu comes home from a catch-up session with his old high school teammates, he finds you, his significant other, laughing and being domestic with his son in the kitchen. it stirs up a warm feeling in his chest, and also an erection down south.

[ #CONTENT WARNINGS ]   sub reader, soft dom osamu, osamu has a domestic kink, breeding, oral (r receiving), cum eating, semi-public sex (his son is sleeping in his bedroom), praising, dumbification if you squint, comparison to drugs made once (1)—nothing explicit, he fucks you in a full nelson

[ #NOTE ]   oya-chan (親) is japanese for “parent”. made the terms as gn as possible for my sexc gn babes

꒰ ☾ ꒱  THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

every day you are reminded of how blessed you are to be in a relationship with miya osamu. it actually started off with you in need of a part-time job. onigiri miya happened to be located near your university dorm. the hours are flexible and you’re able to pick your shifts. furthermore, the owner is always present and he happens to be one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met in your life. there’s a crinkle in the corner of his eyes whenever he smiles. his voice is deep and soothing, like running lukewarm water over your skin. he’s not built like an action movie hero but he sure is fit. his dark locks are often hidden with a black cap. on the off chance that he takes it off, you’ll be able to see grey lines along his shaved sides and the roots of his hair. sometimes he’ll bring his kid in for work after school, to watch after the store and let him be involved in his dad’s business. you love the way that he interacts with his son, with his employees, with his customers, and most importantly, with you. sure, you were a little upset at the possibility that he’s married, but the absence of a ring on his finger proves otherwise.

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dawn

pairing: kiyoomi sakusa x reader

warnings/contains: one bed trope

word count: 589

notes: writing about characters who are normally so cold and making them more vulnerable is my favorite part of the day. for my @ioveangel <3

“You okay?”

Sakusa’s voice startles you slightly as you shuffle around to face him in your makeshift bed.

“Just a little uncomfortable ‘s all.”

Never in a million years did you think you’d be here, sharing a room with Sakusa because Atsumu ‘forgot’ to book another room for his birthday weekend.

Sakusa offered you the bed, but you continued to decline, telling him that you’d be happy to take the bed.

Oh, how you wish you could take that back.

You wanted the bed more than anything, the truth is, Sakusa makes you nervous, more than anyone.

With his stupid hair and stupid remarks and stupid—

“YN?” Due to the unrecognizable tone in his voice, you look at him once more, barely able to make out the curls in his hair in the dim light of the night.

“Hmm?”

“I said, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been tossing and turning for a while.”

Chuckling nervously, you give him an unconvincing smile, “‘m fine.”

He sighs at your persistence, scooting over in his place on the bed as he creates space in the sheets, holding the comforter out for you, “C’mere.”

“What?”

“Sleep with me.”

You sit up in your place, eyes searing for any sign of amusement or dishonesty in his eyes, finding none you seem to be frozen in your spot.

“You coming?”

“Yes…but, together?”

He tilts his head to the side, “Yes. Together.”

“Oh, I-“ Stumbling over your words, Sakusa takes the situation into his own hands.

Honestly, the sound of you shuffling around made him feel immense guilt. Atsumu told him he didn’t book another room specifically for the reason of you rooming with him; And although he didn’t agree with the idea of practically forcing you in a room with him, he didn’t agree with his own actions either: sleeping on the bed while you take the couch.

He removes the sheets from his form, taking a couple steps towards you until he reaches his hands out for you.

“Sleep with me.”

It’s odd, really, to be so enamored with someone he’s only met recently, to be so uncharacteristically soft, he decides not to dwell on it for any longer when the skin of your palm meets his.

Your eyes are glued on the back of his nape as he begins to maneuver the both of you back on the bed, letting you slide in first before he goes in after you.

“Are you sure this is alright? I don’t mean to intrude—“

Meeting his eyes you immediately stop talking, realizing his eyes were already trained on you.

“‘s fine. Let’s just sleep.”

Giving him a gentle nod, you turn on your side away from him as you let your eyes rest for the night.

Once he hears the steady breathing coming from you, Sakusa looks over at you again.

Heart beating unnaturally, he thinks, — no he knows, knows he shouldn’t be allowing you to have this influence on him, but he can’t really help it; Not with how angelic you look when you’re asleep (or in general, for that matter), and not when you’re looking at him with eyes shining of a thousand stars.

He smiles to himself, he’s sure he looks like a fool, sure Atsumu would laugh at how he’s acting, but he can’t seem to care.

His arms seem to have a mind of his own as he pulls you against his chest, protecting you from the blinding sun that’s just moments away from marking the start of dawn.

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KAZUHA’S KINKTOBER — OVERSTIM!

TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS ♡ squirting, dumbification, petnames (baby), dubcon, slight praise ; fem! reader ; minors do not interact.

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kazuha have always think you were too dumb for your own good.

too pliant, too dumb— even right now, when he have you pinned on the ground, your legs loosely wrapping around his hips. fervent breathing fanning against his ears, tickling the side of his face with warm air. you’re still murmuring that same nonsense to him.

“kazuha, can’t no more, s'hurt so b-bad..”

you can’t never have some sense inside of that empty mind of yours, can you? smaller fist than his being put up to his chest, a futile attempt to pushed him away. you can’t feel your bones, weak and limp the moment kazuha pinned it back to the top of your head. maybe you shouldn’t drink so much earlier, but knowing you, you could never turn down kazuha offers.

you never could, even if the pressure makes your head dizzy, your chest tighten, feeling inclined to agree. you never could, and kazuha expect nothing from you. after all, you could never function without having guidance from him. you don’t know any better for yourself, he says— pushing your knees up to your chest and letting his spit fall to your bare cunt, quickly swoop up by the tip of his cock into your entrance. the small huffed puffing your cheeks when he entered inch by inch, groping your tits into his rough palm with shaky breathe.

“make it quick, please? c-can’t cum no more after this,”

that’s what you said earlier too, when he have you bend over while he fucked you from behind, when he have you squirting all over the bed, gripping the sheet to ease the incoming pain from his cock rubbing inside of your sensitive walls. and yet, you’re still drooling on his cock, sobbing from how big he is and how he felt good inside, stuffing you to the brim with cum.

“can my princess take one more? of course, she can. look at this, sucking me in with no shame. you were kidding when you say you have enough, right?”

kazuha know you better than yourself. always have and always will.

[t-tatsumaki]

such a masterpiece

[oh-katsuki]

anyway, i feel like this is a great time to remind everyone that your fav would love the way you look. skinny or big, tall or short. they would absolutely be obsessed with everything about you. 

i hope you know that they love you so much. they kiss u in their dreams.

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[introloves]

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.

anon: country boy wakatoshi drives a big ugly old truck that he is perpetually “fixing up” but he opens the door for you and holds your hand to help you get in and out. and he drives you guys out to a field in the middle of nowhere to fuck you in the backseat where no one can hear

country boy! ushijima + dominant! ushijima + mutual pinning + tension + awkward flirting + fluff + fuckin in the backseat + creampie + size difference + size kink + mouth stuffing (fingers) + oral fixation (f! receiving) + squirting + summer vibes + f! reader

— word count; approx 3.5k

— lots of characterization and dialogue attributed to my ushijima anon. <3

‘gentle, be gentle.’

its repeated over and over again in wakatoshis head, eyes pinned to the roads he's taken over and over within the last couple of summer nights- a spot that after hours of grueling work brings him the most comfort. he doesn't really know why those words are like a singular loop in his head. it's not like he expects anything to happen, but when wakatoshi sees the gleam of your thighs underneath the dress you're wearing, he can all but hope.

he needs that reminder while you sway only a couple inches next to him, hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles are white- you look beautiful, even more so than usual.

the singular thought seems to overtake any and all other feelings and wants for the night. he thinks it might be a mistake, dangerous to have you seated in the dusty and… cracked seats of his truck, but you only smile and look at him with a soft gaze. he can't help but think that there’s ways this night could progress and to have you like he wants- like he wants you.

the roads are bumpy and by the time you two get there and wakatoshi thinks that he needs to check the suspension in his truck, still thinking as he parks. he realizes how shabby the spot is when you're here with him and that has a hot blush crawl up his neck.

it’s a space overrun by tall grass- a creek somewhere in the distance- usually the superficial things don’t really bother him, but now with you sitting there and he thinks that compared to how pretty you are, it overshadows any and all places he could possibly think to bring you.

he’s scared to turn and look at you, leaning forward to turn off his truck, unaware of a lingering and wanting gaze pinned to the muscled stretching over his arms- biceps curling, veins running up and down, all the way to his hands.

thick hands scarred and calloused from the work he does. they've turned rough and heavy- everything about him looked proportional to his height, but his hands stood out just a bit more and you couldn't really get enough of the sight.

you stare, and keep staring, even when he finally turns to look at you, face unmoving except for a hint of blush painting his cheeks. from the heat or just the situation that seems to grow more and more heavy may be the cause of it, you're not too sure.

either way, there seems to be a weight to the already muggy air you breathe, it takes what feels like minutes before he even says anything- clearing his throat with a grumble.

he apologises, of course he does. he's always been the gentleman; words just a tiny bit quieter- voice rolling deep with bass and something a little rougher. you know he says something about the scenery being too ugly, but you can’t really focus on his words.

it's easy to respond to a man so kind, so big but gentle and respectful with an almost instinctual lean towards him. hand placed over his bicep to let him know it's okay-

you weren't playing coy, anything but that, but the touch makes him go rigid. wakatoshi wants to ask you to not be so casual, but he doesn't want to come off creepy and he wouldn’t know where to start.

wondering what you would think if he told you the singular touch of your arm against him had him sweating, swallowing back the slowly bubbling lust threatening to tip over with each passing second. all he can do is lay back, legs spreading out to make himself comfortable; in his mind, shifting to lessen the tension- limbs still achy from the day, hazel eyes tracing the dirty spots on the roof of his truck before finally peering back at you.

ushijima knows his strength and stature is daunting- built for hard labor, honed to do dirty work all day, so he tries to make himself as welcoming as his imposing personality can, nothing more than the painted picture of a gentleman while he looks at you.

you had the decency to act shy, flustered at the scene unfolding before you. the reality weighing in at having such a big man sitting next to you so casually, and you nearly felt ill for responding to him with a twisting heat between your legs. trying to speak up, wanting to start conversation but not finding any thoughts, not ones that you could say out loud anyways.

“it’s hot.” he mumbles, sighing heavily through his nose before passing a rough hand up to push hair from his forehead- undercut on complete display in this angle.

“it is, but it’s nice- at least there’s a breeze.” you respond, worrying at your lower lip, nibbling on it to keep you from embarrassing yourself.

“yeah, at least there’s a breeze.”

wakatoshi doesn’t mean to be so curt and short, it’s just that you make him nervous- warmth always settling right under his navel when you come around to his house, full of bright smiles and food for him, knowing he works all day long. using this act of kindness under the guise of being a friendly neighbor- but really…

you just loved seeing him when he was all sweaty, and on lucky days- you’d even caught him shirtless, shoving whatever food you’d made for him in his general direction and hightailing it out of the vicinity to go back home and touch yourself to the image.

he sighs heavily, and it makes you feel a little guilty. he should be at home and resting- farm work is extensive and always needed and now you’ve pulled him away from precious time that could be spent recuperating that fatigue, not that he minds- but you wouldn’t know that.

“are you tired?” you question sweetly, still looking over at him with a smile. he catches the way you bite down onto your lip, wondering just how improper it’d be of him to ask you straight up if him fucking you would be a bad idea, but he holds back- swallows down any complex about being too forward, because he needs to know if you want this just as bad as he does.

“no- not with you here, it’s the opposite… the opposite.” he finalizes his words by turning towards you. lumbering form slowly straightening up in the worn seat he’s sat on, leather crackling beneath thick thighs.

there’s something insinuated between his words. you can actually catch up on it, and it brings forth an almost nervous smile, cheeks warm and neck nearly on fire with the way he says it.

“it’s the opposite for me too…” you reply, soft and still so kind. in another world maybe you’d act just a bit more coy and shy, but it’s nearly too much and you ache beneath the pretty summer dress you’ve thrown on.

“mm, is it?” wakatoshi questions, eyes finally letting themselves look at you- eyebrows furrowed, wondering if this is a game you’re playing. that somehow you’ve read his mind and are hinting at all the naughty things he wants so desperately to do to you.

but there’s no way that’s the case, and instead he lets himself long for you openly.

“what does that mean?” his voice is just a tinge heavier- once more adjusting himself in his seat to let himself get comfortable, eyebrow quirked up as a smile plays on his lips.

he’s straightforward and calculating for the most part, now he just wants to hear it come straight from your pretty lips.

if what he saw from your swaying form was correct, you were also feeling the pulsating heat of pure lust curling between your legs, just like him.

the question sends you into a babbling mess, once more going shy, but pulling through for the need to know if he’s also as desperate as you.

“well, it-it's a little improper… i’m not sure if i should say what i'm thinking.”

you confess, hands wandering down to lay against your thighs, playing with the edges of your dress to keep yourself from looking at him.

he didn’t know how he could stop himself now that the singular thought of you being needy like he is has made a home in his mind.

wakatoshi is usually so calculating and perfected in everything that he does, but this once, with the prospect of having something so sweet like you all to himself so within reach- he grabs at you.

the first touch of his warm palm against the exposed skin you’ve presented him with thanks to your fidgeting hands makes you look at him, and you know that there’s nothing but heavy lust behind his eyes.

“tell me.” ushijima near growls, no room for questioning or self doubt.

“i want you.”

it’s all he needs.

finally. finally with the confirmation that his horniness isn’t alone in the beat up truck he’s brought you here in, he lets his other hand wander up to your neck, so small compared to him- slowly sliding up until he’s pressing an index finger and thumb to either side of your face, not knowing how to treat something so soft with gentleness.

“tell me more.” he whispers before giving you the chance, statement completely rhetorical because his mouth is on yours in mere seconds.

he’s all you’ve wanted and hoped for. rough hands moving you into his lap without a care for anything in his vicinity, fitting you like you belong against him like this with each pass of his tongue against yours- growling at the warmth pulsating right over his own heavy cock.

gentle hands find purchase against his shirt when things get too heavy, holding you around the waist and slowly starting to push and pull your mass to grind tightly over his jeans. only grounded back to reality because you’ve started to mewl so nice and high- airy and shaky with each pull.

this was never going to end in just kissing and heavy grinding, so once more- wakatoshi silently apologizes to your integrity, deadset on fucking you right here and now.

“pretty girl.” ushijima speaks, equally breathless when you pull away and he’s met with the textbook definition of desperate.

eyes wide and wet, lips swollen, a singular string of spit still connecting the two of you, watching when you respond with a shake at the compliment, thighs squeezing around him.

“i need you.”

words spoken with such ease have you dizzy once more and you simply nod, unable to do anything else but nod.

his hand reaches for the door handle of his truck- the other splayed over your back when he swings a leg out, keeping you pressed sweetly, protectively, to his towering form, cradling you while he moves the both of you to his back seat.

its criminal- he thinks very quickly, that he’s going to fuck such a pretty little thing in the back of his old, dirtied, beat up truck.

but there doesn’t seem to be any complaint coming from you, watching intently at the skin slowly being revealed to him when he sets you down and your dress starts rising up, bunching at your waist like a present slowly unraveling itself all for him.

he can't begin to describe the feeling that overcomes him the second your panties peek from between thighs that have not left his hands. you're glistening- his breathing catches immediately in his throat while looking down at the patch of wetness clinging onto your panties, hands gripping your thighs with enthusiasm and little self restraint at the sight.

he grunts, it's all he can do because his cock is now straining so hard against his jeans- and he knows that if he isn’t buried to the hilt inside of you within the next couple of minutes, he’d break you in a flurry of pent up energy to try and get to your undeniably pretty pussy.

ushijima can’t bring his eyes up farther than the swell of your cunt, fingers precise in their movements, come down to hook against the hem of your soaked underwear, pulling it to the side- temptation itself crawling up his neck to lean down and have a taste, but the incessant throbbing he feels is what drives him now.

with no words uttered, wakatoshi thumbs up your cunt, an intense glare pinning your body into the seats- it feels suffocating, thighs so tempted to just squeeze around his arm twitch at the first touch, but with the way he looks like an animal starved- you know that wouldn't go down well.

“are you going to give this to me?” he asks out of nowhere, still feeling your slit up, no pressure behind his ministrations, thumb caressing everything revealed to him. he waits for the simple nod- or whisper, or even slow and desperate swirl of hips- detonating you want this as much as he does, and the second you whine out a pretty little,

“yes- yes, please.”

he swears he can see stars.

there’s no time that comes between the two of you once those words tumble out of your pouting mouth- finally letting his hands move to grasp at your hips. crowding you, leaning his big body to loom over as he lets your thighs settle on either side of him.

grasping down between the two of you to quickly unclasp his belt. the sound of metal hitting metal only further accentuating your need- body squirming beneath him in the most tempting wiggle, fumbling with the buttons of his bottoms and finally, finally pushing his underwear down.

you can't see him, but you can feel the weight of his cock finally land onto your pussy and it's nearly criminal how dizzy feeling him like this makes you. hands coming up to grab at his arms- open mouth sobbing. patience waning with the need that strikes you right in the middle of your chest. now it's your turn to act frenzied.

you want him, wanted him from the second your eyes laid on him and now his dicks drooling over your cunt.

it's so easy to fit your arms up and over his shoulders, clinging and grasping at him with fervor- pulling him onto your mass even closer, almost like you want to drown in his everything.

it draws a chuckle from deep in his chest, short lived because he wants you like you want him, letting himself sink down to press his face to your heated cheek- breathing in your scent, occupying himself while he moves his hips in a fluid motion to find your hole- not leaving any space between the two of you, and sinking inside so tight every centimeter he breeches tugs on the skin of his dick.

teeth gnash against one another when he’s stretching you out, knuckles pressed on either side of your head sink down further, crackling leather seats protesting as he brings himself down to his forearms.

“fuck- pretty little pussy.” he groans, coughed out as he bottoms out- unable to compare this moment to anything he’s ever experienced.

your keens bring him down lower, sweet and whiny just like he knew they would be, taking every little second his cock slides out of you to leave a sloppy, near opened mouth kiss to your lips- seconds away from drooling down onto your open mouth, panting out syllables that vaguely sound like his name, too twisted in pure pleasure to be really sure that its whats uttered.

“u-ushijima.” you cry, plead with him to do something about the burn encompassing your cunt, stretched full, knowing this was the outcome for this whole ordeal- but you still blink away the tears and dig your nails into his shoulders.

there’s an overwhelming need to ruin you and he can't place the want or where it comes from, only follow it head first with the first brutalizing thrust- echoing out in the backseats of his truck, squelching from such a tight cunt sticky and wet as it receives him, and seconds too late he recalls the way his name sounds, another need to hear it properly takes place and once more wakatoshi follows it like a lead.

rising to ease the pressure of his form off your chest, a strong, tanned hand settles so easily on the delicate skin of your neck- finally finding rhythm to each heavy push inside.

“say my name- properly.” he grits out, fighting the very clench of you.

there’s little resistance when he says something with such conviction- push behind every consonant, growled lowly right to your face. hand squeezing just right, thighs jumping- clamping down on his hips in response.

“wakatoshi!”

a sharp thrill passes through him at how well you respond- he’s not well versed in all this, didn’t know that squeezing such a pretty little thing like you between his body and the cracked seats of his beat up truck would feel this good, and now he knows it’s not something he’s ever going to give up.

he watches your back come up and off the seats- chest pressing up against him, just barely able to move and squirm with the way his cock drags in and out of your walls, it’s nearly too much, suffocating and heavy inside, you know you’re going to cum too quick.

“please- please!”

you clung to him so easy, hands gripping at the muscles in his shoulders and biceps- burying your face into his neck in a desperate attempt to quiet embarrassing mewls.

you just couldn’t help it with how good he fucked you, listening to every squelch his big cock brings out, panting helplessly against his thick neck- it’s too much, he’s too big- but you only want more and more.

the simple action of you whining like that has ushijima realize very quickly that he can’t take not seeing you.

“no hiding.”

it’s a harsh statement- grunted out, wanting to let you know that he wants to see you come undone.

hand searching for your neck once again to press you down, unceremoniously shoving two thick fingers into your mouth, pressing down to watch you drool and pant over them. eyes glazed over and so very pliant for him, pinning you right where he wants you.

the simple act is what brings you to a teary orgasm, wailing sharply against his digits- whole body shuddering, twisting under a man that’s kept you down so good, eyes rolling back while every ridge and vein passes past the tight clutch of the pussy he’s still fucking into the shape of his massive cock.

huffing breaths leave him while your thighs twist and squeeze, while you squirt and messy his thighs, cock already gleaming with arousal slickened now in the prettiest mess he’s ever seen-

there’s no time wasted before frantic thrusts reach their crescendo- swinging down onto you, balls heavy with so much cum, swollen and pained in need to find release inside your tight cunt only further accentuate the mess you’ve made with messy slaps down onto your ass, pretty dress thoroughly wet at the hem.

groans sound nearly pained, hips lose their tempo and ushijima stills inside with a final heavy thrust that sends you skirting up the seats, enunciated with sharp wails that come from you while pump after pump of cum floods your cunt- eyes wide and teary while you look up at him, lips wobbling around his fingers still knuckle deep inside your pretty mouth.

his body trembles, slow thrusts ensure that every inch his cock is stuffed inside rubs that heavy cum into your puffy walls, gaze still pinned with lidded eyes down onto your own watery ones.

it’s funny how backwards things have become- wakatoshi smiles in realization that he’s just dumped a heavy load into your tight pussy- not even tried to woo you, falling for him as easily as he did with you.

“it’s hot.” is all he mumbles, words still shaky, vision still blurry at the edges while he looks down at you, slowly retreating thick fingers from your lips to let you gasp and speak.

“yeah- it’s hot.” is all that tumbles past a swollen mouth, giggling and starstruck. humming- listening to the mid summer bugs chirping, sweat pooling against your back, dress sticking to you every which way, but you’re comfortable and so fucked out you couldn’t do anything to lessen the heat of his own body even if you wanted to.

he leans down, tongue licking up a stray string of drool from your chin before licking into your open mouth, not able to curve the need to have you all- wanting so badly to consume your whole body in his very being, but he knows you need to rest even a little.

“you’re mine now, yes?” ushijima questions- and all you can do is nod, clench around his softening cock and squirm once more.

“yeah- ‘m yours wakatoshi.” you respond back in earnest, clipped words coming from him feel comforting, knowing he only speaks with truth and honesty, silently smiling while he pushes kisses down against your jaw-

excited to finally have something soft and pretty and so so cute to love and protect.

[t-tatsumaki]

ONE MORE CHANCE

hurt to comfort + also albedo is a lil bit ooc

ALBEDO hates noisy places, big crowds aren’t his thing, he prefers the tranquility and the calmness of his home or his laboratory. But right now the silence between the two of you is killing him, why aren’t you yelling? Your eyes are fixed on the ground, dead like a flower in the middle of the snow. The living room, which used to be the coziest place of all the house is now so dull, the tension is so tight that the most bluntness knife could cute it.

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[t-tatsumaki]

ONE MORE CHANCE

hurt to comfort + also albedo is a lil bit ooc

ALBEDO hates noisy places, big crowds aren’t his thing, he prefers the tranquility and the calmness of his home or his laboratory. But right now the silence between the two of you is killing him, why aren’t you yelling? Your eyes are fixed on the ground, dead like a flower in the middle of the snow. The living room, which used to be the coziest place of all the house is now so dull, the tension is so tight that the most bluntness knife could cute it.

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[t-tatsumaki]

ONE MORE CHANCE

hurt to comfort + also albedo is a lil bit ooc

ALBEDO hates noisy places, big crowds aren’t his thing, he prefers the tranquility and the calmness of his home or his laboratory. But right now the silence between the two of you is killing him, why aren’t you yelling? Your eyes are fixed on the ground, dead like a flower in the middle of the snow. The living room, which used to be the coziest place of all the house is now so dull, the tension is so tight that the most bluntness knife could cute it.

What he should say? Should he talk things like normal couples? Or just runaway? May questions but any of them are answered, there’s silence, just silence and more silence.

“I think we should break up” your voice was a mere whisper but he felt that he could hear them even from the cathedral.

“No” that’s his answer. Albedo was never a selfish person, but one time, just this one he wanted to have you, just the thought of you leaving made his whole body tremble “I’ll do anything” his voice was threatening to break but he couldn’t care less “I can change, but please, don’t leave, I don’t know what I’ll do without you, ple-“

“you said the same thing last time” he knew it, he remembers it, the same situation, the same words, but this time wasn’t like that, the string that tied his body to yours was so thin.

“Just give me one more chance” tears fell from his eyes “and if-“ he knew that what he was about to say would kill the two of you, but if it was for your happiness he would go to the ends of the world “and if I don’t use it correctly you can leave” there was the bomb “so I’m begging you, please just one more chance”

his words were like knifes that went through your heart, but this time you knew he wasn’t lying, Albedo could be many things but a liar. With an aching heart and a tired mind you looked at him “okay, this is the last one” he raced towards you, wrapping his arms around your tired body he whispered uncountable times “I love you (y/n)”.

If the greedy fate wanted the two of you together you would make the impossible to stay with him, in this life and all the others.

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I don't know whether to laugh or not😭🤣

if you check Koko's wiki page it says this:

[fueledbyapplepi]

LMAO PLEASEEEE

[yuutitties]

cw: more divorced iwa than dilf but i guess implied age gap, afab reader, exhibitionism

dilf!iwaizumi whose ex wife destroyed his confidence because she always talked about how she wished he still played volleyball, how he was letting himself go, comparing him to the athletes he worked on, telling him how lucky he was that she was loyal :\\ bad vibes!

dilf!iwaizumi who genuinely has no idea how hot he is, you work with him on the national team and its so obvious to everyone else that you’re down bad for him — half the players roll their eyes when they see you walk in, the other half are trying to get you together

dilf!iwaizumi who despite the divorce and therapy still has has a hard time shaking those feelings and always thinks you’re approaching him to be a wingman for the guys on the team :(((((

dilf!iwaizumi who is completely caught off guard when one night out with everyone at an izakaya you’re the only two left by the end, and you finally plainly tell him that you’re into him, want to date him, want him to fuck you into next week

dilf!iwaizumi who still thinks he has something to prove to you :((((( sir im down cataclysmically bad my man is so pussy drunk he’ll be down there for an hour, keeping track of how many times you’ve cum, refusing himself pleasure until you’ve cum 3 times minimum

dilf!iwaizumi whose brain disconnects from his body when you sink yourself onto his cock, he could cum on the spot but he wants to make sure its good for you, he’ll get so lost in his goal he doesn’t realize you’ve cum already

dilf!iwaizumi who falls apart hearing you beg for him, begging for him to cum inside you, his eyes go starry eyed when you ask

dilf!iwaizumi who worships your body, playing with your nipples while you ride his thigh, he swears he falls in love when he sees the tears coming out of the corners of your eyes as you gaze at him with an adoration he forgot could be directed towards him

dilf!iwaizumi who will see you stressed at work, bring you into his office and refuse to let you leave until you’re fucked out and delirious, a helpless smile across your face

dilf!iwaizumi will get nervous when there’s a new player on the team, especially if he has a large female fanbase. this man will genuinely ask if you want him instead ? you’ve been dating for months now????

dilf!iwaizumi who is confused when you drag him into the locker room in the middle of practice, push him down on the bench ride him within an inch of his life, crying out his name knowing everyone can hear you

dilf!iwaizumi who becomes very possessive of you at company parties, hand never leaving your bottom as he grows bold he doesn’t expect you to once again one up him, he groans into your neck as he feels the lack of panties underneath your dress

dilf!iwaizumi who buys you a new dress every time you let him cum on your face <33333 who is ready to get down on one knee as he watches you wipe the cum off of your face and into your mouth

dilf!iwaizumi who freaks out when he finds your panties in his gym bag, praying you didn’t see the velvet box he hid in there

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