Yo yo yo I've had this idea for a while but like bokuto with nipple piercings and like they just healed so you finally get to play with them and like he was already super sensitive before now the smallest touch makes him whine dikwowowjdbb
wow wow wow my favourite himbo with nipple piercings đ¤Šđ¤Šđ¤Š he definitely got them done on purpose just so he could be even more sensitive to your touch akdkxhfuk
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Warnings: sub!Bokuto, dom!reader, nipple play, biting, himbo top bokuto, masochism, use of pet names (babyboy, sweetheart, good boy), overstimulation
Bokuto was excited. Very excited. He had been planning to get them done for a while now and coming home to see your surprised face as he raised up his shirt revealing his piercings was worth the pain.
âWell?â he enquiers still smiling at your stunned face.
âItâs um wow remind me never to doubt your impulsiveness againâ, you answer, but Bokuto was too busy chattering about how much they didnât hurt, he failed to realize how dilated your pupils had become. You would definitely have fun with him once they were healed.
It was practically torture having to see your boyfriend walk around your shared apartement, nipples out and peircings just begging to be played with. There were a lot of close calls, but you decided to wait for them to fully heal even though by the eight month, Bokuto was almost begging you to finally have your fun with them. You decided to make him wait a bit longer, partly because you didnât want to hurt him and partly because you just loved when he begged.Â
Although your patience was running thin as well and you finally snapped when you came back from work and saw him lounging on the couch, torso bare and piercings glinting in the light. He turns to you with a cherish grin as he hears the front door close.
âBabyyyyy Iâve missed you,â he whined pouting as he got up to lunge at you, âhow was your day? Iâll tell you about mine! Akaashi called and we were talking about thi-â
He suddenly gets cut off when you grab him by his waistband practically dragging him to your shared bedroom. Throwing him on the bed, he let out a little whimper as he finally sees the look on your face.
âYou really know how to rile me up donât you babyboy?â you question him, only receiving a blush and low whimper as a response from him. Climbing onto the bed, you settle yourself on his lap and finally squeeze one nipple between your fingers, both of you moaning at the same time from the relief. Your other hand goes to work on the other nipple as you place your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent before biting into his neck making him release another moan from all the stimulation.
âF-fuck y/n plea-ase harderâ, he moans and you give into his request pinching both his nippled tight between your fingers and biting harder into his neck as you feel the growing tent in his sweatpants. You knew your boyfriend was a masochist and how youâve missed his begging for you to rough him up. You pull away, releasing his nipples from your grip and heâs about to complain until he looks up at you signaling for him to strip.
Gently placing you on the bed, he climbs off taking off his sweats hazardlessly and climbs back between your thighs, his eyes darkened with lust and a light blush covering his face. You place a hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him into a searing kiss which he reciprocates with much enthusiasm, putting all his lust and love for you into it. Finally breaking away, you look him in the eye and say
âGo ahead sweetheartâ
And thatâs enough for Bokuto to thrust into you, moaning at the feeling of absolute fullness and Bokutoâs face one of pure bliss as he pushes shallow thrusts into you, trying his hardest not to cum before you.
âA-ah y/n-n fuck you feel so good so uh fucking tightâ, he praises you as he hooks your leg up onto his shoulder before ramming into you like thereâs no tomorrow. Your brain practically turns to mush but you still remember to keep rolling his nipples between your thumb and index finger.
âS-so good for me Bo, youâre such a good boy for me making me feel so good a-ah right there.â
Thrusting more vigorously from your praise, you donât even get a chance to speak before your first orgasm comes rushing out of you, stars in your eyes as Bokuto just keeps going, his hips stuttering as he nears his own orgasm.
âBaby Iâm so close fuck you donât know what you do to me so fucking tight shit thank you thank you thank you Iâm cumming I-i Iâm cummi-â
He doesnât get to finish his sentence as his lips from an âoâ shape, his orgasm washing over him as you keep twisting his nipples, tears forming in his eyes as he keeps shallowly thrusting into you, overstimulating himself from the pleasure. You push yourself up onto your elbows smashing your lips onto his, tasting the tear running down the side of his face into your mouths as he keeps thrusting, making the bed squeak after every thrust, both of you too blissed out to care.
His thrusts start turning erratic and hips shaky after a few minutes of you making hickeys on his neck and pulling his piercings and you can tell his second orgasm is approaching. You can feel yours as well, biting your lip as you guide his hand to your clit, him getting the memo and drawing tight little circles on your bundle of nerves. You keep spewing praises into his ear and soon feel him shake, a load moan rips through his body as he convulses, feeling thick ropes of cum shoot into you and that along with the clit stimulation has your second orgasm washing over you as your boyfriend basically collapses on top of you, still shalowly thrusting into you the overstimulation making him sob.Â
He keeps thrusting, you caged in his arms and orgasms again, his sobbing mixing with his moaning of your name as his tears drip on your face. You wipe them off your face and his as slurred and jumbled thank yous and sorrys fall from his lips. You shush him with a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips as you roll him on his side and giving him a bottle of water from the side of the bed. He accepts it graciously as he chugs it down, giving you a small smile before he shakily gets up to get a wet rag to clean both of you up.
 Finally clean, he gets back into bed pulling the covers on top both of you as he spoons you, kissing the side of your neck spewing praises into your ear before you both succumb to sleep.
Headcanons for Tamaki, Bakugou and Eraserhead being in a relationship with dom! black reader
a/n: hi guys, Iâm so happy and so grateful for all the follows and notes you guys have given me over the past few daysđ. Iâm working on a part 2 of âParty for Oneâ but hereâs some headcannons I made for the meantime.
Amajiki Tamaki
Tamaki has always been more submissive in general. He tended to be a pushover at times which makes it easier for people to mess with him, which makes his anxiousness skyrocket at times.Â
That was until he met you. You became friends with him after he graduated high school, fresh faced and promoted at his hero agency. You caught his eye the first day he came to work at his new office and stuck with him finding his shyness adorable but also helping him improve in his confidence.
He was entranced by your beauty, the way your tiny afro smelled like (favourite scent) when you walked by him, your lovely voice greeting him every morning, the way your vibrant melanin-filled skin contrasts with his paleness; your constant presence made him develop a crush on you but he never had the confidence to tell you to your face.
You of course werenât aware of his little crush and his jumpiness and nervousness with you because you thought it was just his normal anxiety. It wasnât until you overheard him talking to his friend and co-worker, Fatgum that you realized what it really was.
After that you actively sought out Tamaki just to see him be so flustered by your presence đ but after a while you had pity on the poor boy and asked him out for coffee and it all went uphill from there.
Loves buying you flowers and dropping them at your desk before you come into work every morning. Seeing your face light up as you read the little notes he leaves you makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter. He just loves seeing you smile in general this man is so whippedđŠ
He asked you to move in together after the first 4 months of dating and although you disagreed at the time, after your 6 months anniversary and him basically pleading about it every 5 mins, you finally gave in cause how could you say no to that faceđĽş
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As soon as you officially moved in with him, Tamaki before more affectionate... way more affectionate. Cuddles, kisses, squeezes; everything he could to show you how physically attracted he was to you.
The topic of sex comes up one day when youâre both on the couch, you on his lap and him trailing kisses down your neck. Youâve never gone past steamy make out sessions with eachother but it was clear that you both were very much ready to take the next step
Despite his shy demeanor, Tamaki is way more confident as well as loud in the bedroom. Loud whimpers as you trail your nails down his abs which turn into loud moans as you free his cock from his briefs giving him the best handjobs heâs ever gotten.
Tamaki sometimes does feel insecure about your relationship and about you having to have asked him out first, so he tends to overcompensate in the bedroom. This man is a huge power top. He loves making you feel good, he loves you telling him what to do and will do anything you ask with no hesitation.
Could eat you out for breakfast everyday if he could and definitely incorporates his quirk into itđ. Loves when you trap his head between your thighs it makes him feel warm. He loves when you tie him to the bed and edge him for hours on end while kissing his pretty tears away. He gets off on being vulnerable with you like that and has the most mind blowing orgasms once you decide to take pity on him.
Loves when you sit in his lap and let him suckle on your nipples while caressing his hair. Soft moments like that are what make him fall in love with you even more. Pegging also makes him fall in love with you even more, but more in a sexual manner. Looks at you like a goddess whenever you have his legs spread out, driving your strap-on into him so hard it makes his eyes cross.
Aftercare is so soft and private with you two. Untying his limbs from the bed, putting ointment and kisses on his bruises, cleaning him up with a wet rag and finally laying next to him on the bed, his face in your chest as you whisper praises and sweet nothings into his hair. God he was going to marry you one day.
Bakugou Katsuki
 Bakugou met you while in U.A High but didnât start dating you until almost 3 years after graduation You had never interacted that much in high school as you always saw him as the immature, rash and not considerate of others feelings
  He gave off an air of someone commanding and who would never submit and you had never really cared for such men; the macho âcall-me-daddyâ type men he actually did jokingly tell you to once when you guys were arguing which just made you steer clear of him more, angering him further.
 After graduating, Bakugou became more mature, choosing to develop himself into a better person than he was in high school, and became the no 2 hero of Japan, creating his own hero agency. You started working at his agency 2 years after graduation, you also steadily climbing the ranks of the hero world landing in the top ten heroes list. He began harbouring a crush on you soon after, looking for ways to finally confess to you but were still adamant on avoiding him, still believing him to be the same immature boy that he was in highschool.
  One day, Bakugou couldnât take it anymore and cornered you in a hallway, confessing quickly while a light blush was dusted on his cheeks. He also apologized for the way he acted in highschool and basically pleaded to go on a date with you although heâll never admit it lol
  After his confession, you both started hanging out more both at work and outside of work. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend after the third date when he came to your apartment to cook your favourite dish for you after a grueling day at work and you happily agreed as long as he promised to continue cooking for you which led to you two moving in together a year later.
  Dating the number 2 hero in Japan was not easy to say the least. Late night and early mornings plagued both of your lives, sometimes not being able to catch eachother at home at the same time for weeks on end. This led to arguments that turned into silent treatments until you both came to your senses and apologized to one another. He hates fighting with you, fearing youâll leave him due to his occasional outbursts.
  When you guys do fight, he apologizes through gift giving and cuddles, since heâs not very good with words. Loves buying you brightly coloured clothes and jewelry that matches your skin tone because you look ethereal to him in them. Sometimes steals glances at you just to admire your skin and whatever protective style youâre wearing.
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  You and Bakugou had a long talk before you both started getting intimate. Although he was more mature, he still didnât want to be submissive in the bedroom as he thought it would make him less âmasculineâ. He kept refusing until you managed to wear him down one day, him grumbling about how stupid it would be.
  Oh how wrong he was because this man thrives off of your dominance now. A bratty power bottom, he loves making you put him in his place, which is always under you. Something about you having the confidence to âdominateâ the number 2 hero in Japan makes him melt. Is very much into cock and ball torture and just humiliation and degradation in general. Loves seeing you in leather cause it gives you that dominatrix look that makes him whimper
  Very teary eyed when getting pegged and loves when you grab his hair to pull him back and lick his tears away. But at the same time, loves when you mercilessly keep pounding into him despite his tears, choking back a sob as he orgasms for the umpteenth time.
  Is the type of sub that looks like a dom out in public but has a vibrating buttplug inside him during meetings as he glances to you as you smirk and turn up the intensity every few seconds.
  The biggest brat ever omg he will rile you up on purpose just so that you can punish him by locking him in a chastisy cage and riding his favourite strap on you put on him, all while denying him the pleasure of touching you. Thatâs when he begs the most, mind dumb and babbling nonsense until you finally let his pretty little cock out.
  Aftercare is in equal parts for both of you as sometimes you get dom drop after long sessions. He knows that it can make you feel guilty o sometimes regretful and makes sure to tell you how much he loves you after every session. You also reassure him that he is more than enough for you, limbs tangled together in bed as you doze off next to him.
  His lips curl into a little smile as he falls asleep as well, thinking of you and the engagement ring heâs yet to give you in his bedside drawer.
Shota Aizawa
 Aizawa had never actively looked for people to date. He felt like he had too much on his plate already with class 1-A and didnât think anyone would be willing to date someone whose life was so hectic. So when you joined U.A as a new teacher in class in class 1-B, he didnât bat an eye only glancing at you at times as you pass the hallway.
 Glances turned into stares which turned into thinking about you and how your mini twists framed your face so perfectly and how soft your skin looked and how your darks eyes drew him in and-
 Fuck
  Ok so maybe he did have space on his plate for dating cause duh look at you.  He asked you out by whispering in your ear during homeroom one day as he dropped off a stack of papers on your desk. You were taken aback by his boldness but accepted nonetheless. You didnât know it, but Aizawa had fallen for you long before he got the balls to ask you outđ
 You dated for 3 years and lived together after 2 until you walked into the kitchen one morning and saw him on one knee, flowers petals everywhere and a small smile as he asks âMarry me?â You didnât know whether to laugh or cry oh to be proposed to by Shota Aizawađ
 He loves referring to you as his wife and loves when you come to 1-A to give him his bento box, even though he acts like he hates it. Letâs you in his sleeping bag for a nap in the break room, even though Present Mic comes in to annoy both of you most of the time.
 Melts when he sees you interacting with the kids in 1-A, even heard Deku slip up and call you mom once when you came to his class to greet him.
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 Speaking of kids guess who has a big fat breeding kink. Even though you both know youâre not exactly prepared to have kids at the moment, the risk that comes with him making love to you raw turns him on. You definitely exploit his kink by telling degrading him, saying how he doesnât deserve to cum inside you with his useless cock and that just makes him want to prove you wrong, rutting into you faster as he whimpers about making you feel good.
  Loves when you take him from behind and bend him on a surface and fucking him like a little whore, scarf stuffed into his mouth as a make-shift gag when he gets too loud. Especially when you do it on one of the desks in his classroom after hours, the embarrassment of a seeing a student sitting on it the next day making his brain fog and his cum leak out, painting the floor and the desk white as he spasms in your hold, tongue lolling out as you press him to the floor to clean up his mess.
  Is into somnophilia and has woken up many times to you bouncing on his cock, refusing to let him cum until youâre satisfied with the amount of orgasms heâs given you.
 Has definitely sniffed your panties before, even pocketing them into his dress pants and taking them to work with him, all so he can use them to fist his cock in the staff restrooms, panting like a dog in heat as sobs your name into his hand, secretly wanting to get caught by you.
 He loves your aftercare so much. Running baths for both of you, kissing the hickeys and scratches you left on him and letting him lay in your arms when his body gives out. Genuinely loves pushing past his limits with you because he knows he trusts you.
  Definitely the best husband and the best lover ever 10/10 would recommend.
Warnings: Modern! Au, service top! Benimaru, sweet doting house husband Benimaru, cunnilingus, slight teasing, basically a very self-serving fic cause itâs been a rough week for me
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Benimaru was too used to the scene in front of him. You typing furiously on your laptop with one hand, the other clinging onto a coffee pot (yes full pot), and red tired eyes trained on the bright screen. Heâs pretty sure you didnât realize how late it already was, or that your two-strand twists now look like a snake hive from your aggravated pulling. Which you were still doing at the moment.
âHey hey ok woman calm downâ, he ordered, rushing towards your place at the dining and gently prying your hand away, relieving your scalp from the tight grip. Grabbing your wrist in one hand, he tilted your chin upwards to look at you. Dry, red eyes and cracked full lips stared back at him making his heart ache. That was it. He was sick of seeing you overwork yourself time and time again for a job that you didnât even need to get. Benimaru knew he had enough savings and pensions from his firefighting days to keep both of you comfortably rich for decades, enough for even if you decided to have children. But he also knew that you were stubborn, and had been feeling like you werenât âpulling your own weightâ around the house, which is why you decided to get the job in the first place.
Twenty days. It had been twenty days, ten hours, fifty-three minutes and thirteen seconds since you started work. Twenty days of not having dinner together. Twenty days of sleeping alone. Twenty days of not having sex, mind-blowing orgasm sex with you, the love of his life and him seeing you this way was his last straw. Picking you up from the table, he draped you over his shoulder despite your constant protesting trotting to your shared bedroom and dropping you on the bed to really give you a piece of his mind.
âShin what the fu-â, he slams his lips onto yours, cutting off your speech as well as your airflow. Gently grabbing the back of your neck, he angles your head in order to deepen the kiss, releasing a moan when you finally reciprocate and nibble on his lower lip. Such a tease you were. You swiftly take control of the kiss, turning the both of you over in order to lay on his lap, your hands sliding over his broad shoulders to the nape of his neck, grabbing at the back of his hair. You feel him wince but can see the slight smirk on his lips letting you know he enjoys it.
âHave you forgotten your manners sweetheart ?â, you question him while fake pouting. Benimaru knows all about asking for permission from you but frankly his impatience had gotten the best of him.
âYou really canât blame me when youâve been giving your laptop more attention than your doting husbandâ, he lets out a long fake sigh, ânice to know where your priorities lie sweetheart.â Your pout turns into a frown as his words register in your head. Had you really been neglecting him? All you wanted was to not feel like dead weight around the house. Frankly, you thought getting a job would make you happier and your husband prouder, but now you realize it had actually made you feel worse about yourself. Having to be in such a toxic work environment, even when working from home, had really made your mental health deteriorate even more than before you were employed and not only that, but it had started affecting your marriage as well.
âShin Iâm-â
âNo. Donâtâ, he shuts down your apology before you can even utter it, ânone of this is your fault and maybe if I wasnât less sexually frustrated I wouldâve said I told you so but Iâve missed you too much to care about whoâs in the wrong.â He grabs both your hands in his and brings them up to his lips placing gentle fleeting kisses on them.
âI just want to make my wife feel good.â
That one phrase sends a shiver down your spine and starts a fire in your belly that only he could put out. You grab his face, passionately slamming your lips on his as you pour out all the emotions youâve been suppressing hoping that your husband can sense your apology through it. You both come up for air long enough to rid yourselves of your shirts and for Benimaru to flip you over once more onto your back. He latches onto your neck, suckling on the skin while spewing soft praises of âfuck Iâve missed youâ and ânever letting you go back to the shit show of a job ever againâ and youâre too lost in the feeling of his lips to realize heâs ventured further down, pulling your sweatpants down your legs and pushing your panties to the side. You let out a soft moan as he licks a long stripe through your folds, him letting out a moan of his own at finally getting to taste you again.
He pulls away to take your underwear completely off and throws your legs over his shoulders before diving back in like a man starved; which in a way, he was. Employment be damned, at this point heâd pay you to let him eat you out every day if thatâs what you wanted. Your back arches as he slides a finger through your dripping lower lips before gently pushing it into you, the slow strokes of his fingers syncing with his tongue skillfully working through your folds creates a rhythm that makes you grab onto his hair for support.
âMmm fuck Iâve missed your tongue, h-have you been practicing or somethin-aahâ, your attempt at teasing is halted when he moans around your cunt, the vibrations making you throw your head back in ecstasy. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge and Benimaru can sense it as well, adding another finger and picking up the pace, his licking and sucking now frantic. You pull on his hair harder and he groans at the feeling of your thighs squeezing him, practically trapping his head as your orgasm approaches. He doesnât relent, adding a third finger and suckling harder on your clit and thatâs enough to push you over the edge. Your vision turns white as you let out a croaked moan, legs shaking as your orgasm overwhelms you. Benimaru slows his movement, gently pulling his fingers out of you; and holding eye contact, licks your juices clean moaning around them, the sight doing nothing to calm your aftershocks.
âRemind me to never neglect you again,â you murmur as he plants kisses on your thighs rubbing soothing circles on them, âyouâd probably go on for hours.â He lets out a chuckle at your snarky quip and climbs up on top of you to plant a chaste kiss on your lips before getting up to go get a rag to clean you up. He comes back, cleaning as gently as he can in order to not overstimulate you and once done, climbs into bed covering the both of you with the duvet. You can feel the sleep overtaking you as you fight to keep your eyes open. Benimaru moves closer to you, placing a kiss on the back of your neck and before your slumber completely overtakes you, you hear him whisper in your ear.
âSleep well love cause youâre sitting on my face tomorrow.â
Warnings: sub! Aone being a flustered mess, confident dom! Reader, nsfw kinda (grinding, not pg-13 kissing), mention of drugs and alcohol, college au! Aone.
Word count: 2.3k
a/n: ok guys this is my first fanfic so apologies if itâs not too good or if the ending is too rushed. Constructive criticism is always welcome and pls donât forget to like and/or reblog. Thank you!
Aone was not much of a party goer. Although his friends were more outgoing, he in fact was not. He was more of a homebody, mostly leaving his shared apartment with Kenji for school, to get more ramen from the corner shop near his uni or practice with his newly-formed volleyball team; courtesy of his newly-formed friend, Kanji. Then proceeding to come home to shower, nap, wake up, struggle with his homework and then sleep till the next day. He was about to start the fourth activity of his daily routine when the sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment.
Sighing, he left his spot at the kitchen island to open the front door, then trying to close it once Kanjiâs face appeared behind it.
âWoah woah if you wanted some alone time, you shouldâve just said thatâ, the cat-faced friend exclaimed, just barely slipping through the crack in the door. Face adorned with brown freckles and a smile seemingly super glued to his face, he looked like the poster boy of golden retriever boys, âWouldnât matter anyway since Iâm still dragging you to Sugawaraâs tonight.â
Ah yes, Sugaâs party, the one Aone was being forced to go to as a favour for his new friend. The white haired boy uttered a grunt of disapproval as Kanji plopped down onto his couch.
âIâm telling you man, when girls see us walking in together with my beauty and your scowl-,â he smirked while giving Aone a once over, â-theyâll come flocking like parakeets.â Aone ignored his new friendâs rambling and was about to go back to his homework when his phone buzzed. Picking it up and looking at his crushâs name made him do a double take before realizing it was from his class groupchat.
Y/nâ¤: Someone better come pick me up or else Iâm dumping the mary janeđ¤
Sugawara: You live on campus, how did you sneak it in?
Y/nâ¤: Come pick me up and Iâll tell you
Bsf/n: I can see Iâm gonna be on y/n duty tonight. Iâll come get you in 5
Y/nâ¤: Girl Iâll literally marry you donât play with me
                     -5 minutes later-
Y/nâ¤: Psa to everyone in this groupchat, bsf/n and I are married now
Bsf/n: As long as you do my makeup for the party lol
Y/nâ¤: Deal
A slightly dejected sigh left the tall boyâs lips, wishing it was him y/n would joke about marrying to the- wait party?? The realization that y/n was going to the same party as him made heart race with anticipation and although he never talked to her in any of the classes they shared, Aone developed a massive crush on y/n just by seeing the way she interacts with others as well as her personality. Her presence when she walks into a room, beautiful coily/kinky hair either flowing or in a different âprotective styleâ (which Aone ended up googling the meaning to) and her face adorned with a smile so bright, he could feel his ears getting hotter just by its look, it would be foolish to think that no other person in his uni or elsewhere had already snatched her up. Which is why Aone never felt the need to let her know about how much he was falling for her.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of his roommateâs door opening, revealing a clearly tipsy Kenji trying and failing to button up the last button on his silk shirt.
âIs anyone g-gonna help or what..â he slurred, stumbling into the living room, planting himself right in front of Aone who begrudgingly helped him with the last button. Satisfied, the intoxicated boy walks over to Kanji on the couch whoâs currently scrolling through his instagram feed. He gives Kenji a once over before giving a nod of approval to his outfit. He turns to the tall, white haired boy, âAone go change, the party starts in 10 and you know itâll take us half an hour to get there!â, he exclaimed gesturing to Aone with his hands in a shooing manner. He didnât understand what was wrong with his gray shirt and black sweatpants but went to his room to go change anyway, returning six minutes later sporting a green and white checkered shirt with dark blue jeans and black levis. The trio hurriedly leave their apartement, Kanji practically dragging both boys to his car before appointing Aone as the designated driver as the boy was the only one who had no intention to drink at the party.
The ride to the party took much more than half an hour as Aone was forced to drive while simultaneously trying to stop the two boys at the back from drinking any more of the pregame Kanji brought as well as preventing Kenji from messing with the aux cord. In the end, both boys settled on playing Ei8th mile on repeat the rest of the drive, both alternating between rapping DigDat and Aitchâs lines. Finally getting to the address Sugawara sent to the group, the trio hopped out of the car and went to knock on the door, opening to reveal the silver haired boy in all his glory wearing a burger king crown and a drunk smile.âYou guys look li-hiccup-ke you had a fun drife hereâ, opening the door wider to reveal flashing red and purple strobe lights, living room filled with drunk and soon-to-be drunk college students and a hiphop song playing with a loud base that almost made Aoneâs teeth clink. The two drunk boys wasted no time heading to the make shift bar in the kitchen, Aone following reluctantly behind feeling quite awkward in the party setting. Even worse, he was unable to spot y/n in the crowd making his heart drop lower into his stomach.
 No no no no.Â
Even though Aone didnât think y/n would like him the way he likes her, he was hoping he could at least use this party to make himself known to her, maybe forming a friendship with her first before professing his love. Dejectedly, he trudges to the bar, sulking next to his now very drunk friends who are far more interested with the designs on the kitchen counter.Â
âDude itâs so swirlyâŚhow do they make it like that?â one of the boys asks.
âBro it has to be like a top secret thing. Like in the dark web,â the other replied, his eyes widening as his pupils are blown out more.
Not wanting to deal with their drunk conspiracies, Aone heads to the store room in search for some water after not seeing any laid out. Finding a bottle, he quickly gulps it down, faintly hearing the song in the living room change to one with a much deeper base. Leaving the store with his thirst finally quenched, he recognizes the song as Cold by Rico Nasty, her gravely voice echoing around the living room and drowning out some of the chatter which Aone was grateful for.
Ridinâ in a Maserati
Like Scotty Iâm with two hotties
I ainât just walk in the party-
âI brought the drugs to the partyyyyâ, a voice which made Aoneâs heart beat faster screamed, Y/n bursting through the front door with a medium sized pack of marijuana and a tray of what he assumes are pot brownies as the crownd cheered at her arrival. Her eyes wide with excitement, hair in cute little bantu knots (which Aone noted is now probably his favourite hairstyle on her), and dazzling smile still glued to her face. Making a bee line to the kitchen to drop the stuff she was holding, she hugged and greeted the people closest to her, making Aone regret not standing closer to the front door before realizing she was making her way straight to him.âHi Polar Bear!â her scent of f/p enveloping him as she hugged his stomach, hair right next to nose, making the boy short-circuit. Y/n is hugging me. Me. Hugging. She smells so good. I should probably hug her back. But what if thatâs weird. Hugging me. Iâm gonna marry her. Iâm gonna throw u-
âTakanobu woohoo you good?â she whispered in neck, drawing him out of his daydream, while at the same time making blood rush to his lower region. His eyes widen as he turns to see her staring right at him, inches apart and eyes questioning.
âI-Iâm doing well y/n, um you uh look great tonightâ, he managed to blurt out, his compliment making her lips curve into that signature smile. He unconsciously let out a low groan as he felt his jeans tighten even more as his mind raced a mile a minute, envisioning her on top of him, smile turning into a smirk as she runs her hands over his body making him squirm. His neck, his nipples, his happy trail, his-
Once again brought out of his daydream, he looked around to see y/n already gone and dancing in the living room, her presence making her look ethereal in the flashing lights. Smiling slightly, Aone deciding to stop before his imagination made him cream in his pants, decided to go look for his friends spotting both of them laying near a potted plant in the hallway caressing the leaves and muttering under their breaths. He discreetly goes back to the store, getting two bottles of water and placing them on either side of his friends, knowing theyâll be shocked at it âappearingâ.
Sighing tiredly, he briefly thinks of just driving back to his apartment having already seen his crush and hugged her, but decided against it not wanting to feel guilty for abandoning his intoxicated friends. He was about to go to the backyard looking for some fresh air before he heard his name being said in the crowd. Turning around too quickly he bumped into someone, gripping their waist and letting their scent envelop him before he caught a glimpse of their hair.Â
Yes yes God yes
âNobu Iâm so sorry, I was trying to get your attention but you didnât turn around!â y/n exclaimed, gripping his shirt making the boy realize his grip on her waist was tightening significantly. He quickly tried to let go but y/n wasnât having any of it and planted his large palm on her backside, squeezing a little. Aoneâs face had never been as red as it is now from that simple action. Clearing his throat, he gives a tentative squeeze to gauge her reaction and seeing the smirk on her face as her pupils darken. She finally releases her grip on his hand and turns to the dance floor, Aone follow behind.
 As they reach the dance floor, afrobeats fill the air as joro by wizkid which Aone knew was one of y/nâs favourite songs) plays turning the energy of the party to a slower tempo. Y/n turns to the tall boy, once more putting his hands on her waist, before pulling him closer to her, their bodies now pressed against eachother.
Aone can feel her grinding on his pants and begs to any God whoâll listen to please not let him pop a boner right now. Her mouth comes closer to his ear and he can feel her breath making shivers run down his spine. âI could feel it you knowâŚâ she whispers as his eyes widen, embarrassment from though him as he realizes she felt the first boner he popped while hugging her in the kitchen ââŚdidnât peg you as the type. What a pervert you are Nobu.â  Â
That small gesture almost made Aone cream in his pants. Almost. If not for the overwhelming shame he would feel if someone saw him, his dick was already as hard as can be. A murmur left Aoneâs lips and y/n has to strain her neck to hear him over the sound of the music flowing through the house.
âWhat was that Nobu?â
âP-plea-ase,â he whispers, ears a bright shade of red as y/n smirks looking him in the eye to see his pupils blown out, clouded with lust and feeling his member poking her in the thigh.
âPlease what Nobu?â their lips almost touching.
â..Please kiss meâ
âThatâs all you had to say ya damn polar bearâ, finally pressing her lips on his and making the butterflies in his stomach turn into fireworks. He really couldnât believe it. His head felt like it was about to burst from all the blood that rushed into it. Her lips felt so much better, so much better than his imagination. Her hands sliding up to his neck and slipping into the hair on the nape of his neck, he uttered a low groan giving access to y/n to slip her tongue onto his. Aone could feel his precum dampening his briefs and hoped that a dark spot wouldnât be visible by the end of the night. She tried to break the kiss, his head leaning closer not letting her go until she tugged hard on his nape hair forcefully, a string of saliva still connecting them.
âWhat a needy boyâ, she smirked, letting go of him to swipe at the corner of his lips. âWhy didnât I come speak to you earlier?â, he didnât care because for him, this really was worth the wait.
 Aone was not much of a party goer, but heâd have to thank his friends in the morning for forcing him to go to this one.
Headcannons for washday with Suna, Hinata and Ushijima
a/n: it was washday for me yesterday and I was feeling soft so I decided to write some headcannons for washday with some haikyuu boys. Enjoy!
Suna Rintarou
⢠Suna wasnât much help during washday at the start of your relationship . He didnât exactly know much about curly/coily hair and he was afraid he was gonna fuck up somehow and make you break up with him.
⢠But heâs a surprisingly fast learner. Noting how you prepoo before hand, watching from the door as you separate your curls and laughing at you as a blob of expensive conditioner falls down the drain.
⢠You arenât aware of his little observations, which is why youâre surprised when your next wash day comes around and Sunaâs ready in the bathroom with all your stuff.
⢠Heâs so gentle with your hair, afraid of causing you any pain. Loves giving you head massages as heâs working the product into your hair.
⢠If youâre twisting or braiding your hair afterwards, he helps you part your hair and hands you any oils or creams you need in the process.
⢠After youâre both done, he orders takeout for the both of you since it took all day and none of you cooked. Later cuddles with you, careful not to put any pressure on your head.
Hinata Shouyo
⢠Hinataâs very enthusiastic when your wash day comes around. Although heâs way too eager so heâs not very gentle.
⢠But he still helps you in any way he can. Bringing food for you to eat when youâre deep conditioning, going to the corner store with you when you run out of products and even paying for your hairstylist when youâre just too tired or canât braid your own hair.
⢠Observing you during washday is his favourite thing to do. Just watching the way your limbs stretch or the concentrated look you have on your face just makes him fall in love more.
⢠Would help you pick out different styles to do on your hair. His favourite are probably bantu knots says you look like royalty with themđŠ
⢠Clears his schedule when itâs your washday cause he just wants to spend the day with you so you donât feel alone.
⢠Sometimes daydreams about you having washdays with your future child and it makes his heart skip a beat.
Ushijima Wakatoshi
⢠Didnât really understand the concept of washdays. He just refused to believe it took a whole day for a personâs hair to be washed. Definitely found out the hard way when he decided to help you on one of your washdays.
⢠Like Suna, heâs very observant with your routine... a little too observant sometimes going to wash your hair himself if he sees youâre not doing it properly lol.
⢠Buys every single one do your products. You donât even tell him any product is finished, you just get home one day and see your favourite hair brands arranged on your bed. Acts like he has no idea how they got there.
⢠Will cook for you the day before so that you donât have to worry about not eating.
⢠Honestly doesnât mind going to the salon with you if you want to get your hair done there. Sits patiently and feeds you a spoonful every now and then the hairdressers find you both so cute
⢠Loves any style you do on your hair. Just loves coming back home and seeing a different person at the door every 2 weeks or so haha.
Hello guys, My name is Ceo (pronounced see-oh), Iâm 18, Nigerian and im a new blog trying to write fanfiction thats more inclusive for black women because lets be honest, thereâs really not much for us on here.Â
The fandoms ill be writing for at the moment are:
- Haikyuu-
-Attack on Titan-
-My Hero Academia-
-Jujutsu Kaisen-
-Food Wars-
-Obey Me-
I want to make it clear that I will be writing solely for black women and all fanfics or drabbles will be xblackreader!Â
I write both sfw and nsfw (however none of my fics will feature a sub reader as I am not comfortable writing that). I dont mind writing dark! content as long as reader is still the dom in the situation.
Here are some of the blogs which inspired me to make this blog: @vennilavee , @aishoto , @thedevilsdom , @zukump3 , @honeymint-subs , @bokutosbunny , @jinkicake , @namjoonscvmbucket
You can find all my works under the tag #ceowrites on my blog đ
a/n: I do fluff I just havenât posted any haha. Iâll start posting more fluff dw, also Megumi with a black girlfriend (heart eyes). Also so sorry this is really late, Iâve just been feeling really pooped this week. Enjoy!
Words: 813
Warnings: Jujutsu sorcerer reader!, megumi and reader are both in jujutsu tech, kinda dark megumi, angst to fluff
Megumi loved your smile. He loves the way your perfect brownish pink lips curved into a smile when you caught sight of him. Or when he gifts you with your favourite from your favourite fast food place. Or when he sneaks into the girlsâ dorm when youâre showering and leaves a small rose on your vanity, hiding behind a bush to see your wide smile before hoping out. Heâd do almost anything to see you smile, which explains why he was currently sneaking into your bossâ office at your part-time job in the middle of the night.
That morning he had come to your door, intending to walk you to class as usual. He knew youâd been having a stressful week, seeing you doze off during class, sneaking out of the cafeteria during lunch to God knows where and even refusing to go on the date he planned for both of you this week. That was the last straw. Marching to your room, he flung the door open not even bothering to knock and was about to ask whatâs wrong until he saw your curled figure in bed quietly sobbing. All his frustration melted away as he rushed to your side, gently caressing you back as you look at him with puffy eyes.
âHey hey whatâs wrong pretty girl? Why is my baby crying huh?â he asked. You tried to answer but he could see fresh tears threatening to spill and instantly got into bed with you, pushing your head into the crook of his neck.
âMy b-boss h-heâs ev-vil Gumi *hiccup* I donât e-even know what I d-did this timeâ, you sob into him, his heart breaking as he finally realizes why youâve been so down this week. Your new boss. Heâd been appointed the new manager two weeks ago and youâd complain about his behavior towards you sometimes but he didnât realize he was this harsh to you.
Drying your tears, he softly grips your chin making you look at him as he summons his âDivine Dogâ. He knows you love petting him and his anxiousness reduces as he sees you let out a tiny smile, sitting up to pet him.
âShouldâve told me hunâ, he reassures you, âyou know Iâd take care of it.â
And he intended to do so, sneaking into the office dawning a black ski mask covering his face as he picks the lock strolling into your managerâs office. He looks up surprised as Megumi opens his âblack holeâ pulling out a weapon.
âWho are y- â a sword coming up to his neck, silencing him in fear.
âIf I were you, Iâd change my attitude or quit this job before something unprecedented happensâ
âAnd if I donât?â
Megumi smirks, drawing the sword closer to his neck making the man feel the strange energy behind it. His eyes widen as he sees a glimpse of a crest on the attackerâs shirt. Megumi smiles as he sees the realization in his eyes.
âIâm sure youâre familiar with thisâ, gesturing to the crest, âletâs just say Iâm not fond of saving people like you. Consider this a first and last warning.â He draws the sword back and waltz out of the room, leaving the man shaking.
âGumiiiiâ, he hears you squeal the next day after school, turning just before you jump into his arms as he lets out a small âoofâ from the impact.
âThereâs my pretty smileâ, smiling as he pecks the corner of your lips. He puts an arm around your waist as you recount to him the phone call you had with your boss that morning.
Apparently, he got transferred to a store in another area in Tokyo and that your new boss is much nicer than him. Stopping at your door, he gently pulls your chin up and kisses you lovingly telling you âthatâs great darling, why donât we go out to celebrate? I made an appointment with your nail tech for you today.â You look at him with wide eyes, hugging him even tighter as you pepper kisses onto his face, smile never leaving yours.
He kisses you once more and hugs you tightly telling you to be ready in an hour. He walks away, turning back seeing you blow a kiss towards him as he grabs it placing it over his heart. Turning back, he smirks as he heads back to his room.
Megumi loves your smile and heâd do almost anything to make sure you do.
A/N: Hey guys I honestly cannot believe that i already have 53 followers in less than a week, itâs so crazy to me đŤđŤthank you so much from the bottom of my heart. Iâm so glad you all like my writing and Iâm so happy I could create stories you all could see yourselves in and relate to. This is a drabble that I made about Akira and Ryo after watching food wars. Enjoy!
Warnings: food play (duh), mistress kink, voyeurism, wax play, spitting
Akira Hayama was not known for being rash. If anything, he was always the cool, calm and collected one between the two of you. Always reminding you of places you were supposed to be, items you were supposed to carry, even reminding you to eat meals that he cooks for you most of the time. But today was different, today was your day. He wasnât sure if you would like your present; his signature curry presented on the dining table with flower petals all over the dining room. Him standing in the middle of the room, black tux on and nervous smile on his face. He hopes you do as you walk in, eyes wide at the presentation . He hopes you do as you both finish the curry, the tension in the room more noticeable as you both look at eachother. He hopes you do as you both fumble your way through the apartement, clothes hazardly thrown off. He hopes you do as he drips your favourite drink down your body, licking and slurping at all the hills and valleys on you. He hopes you do as you both moan eachotherâs names, facesso close together you could feel eachotherâs breath. Finally, he stops hoping as both of your bodies tumble onto the bed, exhausted yet content smiles on your faces as his hopes turned true.
Ryo Kurokiba didnât know you were such a tease. He looked up from his place on the floor,the wax you dripped on his thighs some moments ago now cold on his skin. Your expression neutral yet your eyes held his in a fiery stare, both of you not caring about the white haired girl sitting in the corner. The reason he was being punished. He didnât know why you got so mad at Alice gushing about him today since you werenât a jealous person, he did know that having her watch as you have your way with him was making his cock drool all over the spot between his knelt-down position. He hears you calling him, coming closer pressing your thumb to his chin. Already knowing what you want, he opens rolling his tongue out as a generous drop of your spit lands on it. You donât know the effect your possessivness has on him, his whole body shivering with arousal, cum now painting a small puddle.Â
âWho do you belong to?â both of you already knowing the answer.
