[toorunoia]

too·ru·noi·a ’’ 19

noun [\ˌtü-rü-ˈnȯi-ə]

an irrational, obsessive, or highly anxious state of mind centered around oikawa tōru and gojo satoru.

mdni !! // 18+ only \ \ pure nsfw (side) blog \ \ haikyū, jjk

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18+ MDNI | omegaverse au | ushijima wakatoshi x reader

; alpha!ushijima helps you through your heat but he knows he’s big so he’s trying so hard to be careful :(

cw: whore (me), p in v, knotting, reader’s in heat, no gender/name mentioned, mating press aha, alpha!ushijima, huge size difference, oral f!receiving, slight degradation, praise, RAAWWW, breeding, aftercare

the heavy, sweet scent of your heat had been thick in the bedroom for two days, but tonight it turned into something sharp and frantic. your slick was soaking through the sheets, and every time you shifted, a low, needy whine tore from your throat.

ushijima stood by the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders casting a massive shadow over you. his own scent—deep cedarwood and rain—was flaring, heavy with the protective, dominant edge of an alpha responding to his mate. his pupils were blown wide, tracking the way your body shivered, completely undone by the fever in your blood.

“please,” you gasped, your fingers clawing at the mattress. “wakatoshi, please. i need you inside. now.”

he swallowed hard, the muscles in his jaw tight. he wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and bury himself in you, but he stayed his hand. ushijima was acutely, painfully aware of his own size. he was built like a wall of solid muscle, and his cock was thick enough to stretch you to your absolute limit. the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you when you were this vulnerable.

“i’m going to help you,” his deep voice rumbled, vibrating right through your chest. “but you have to let me go slow. you’re too tight right now.”

“i don’t care,” you cried out, your hips jerking up in silent plea. “just fuck me.”

“no,” he said softly but firmly, stripping out of his shirt to reveal his massive, scarred chest. he crawled onto the mattress, the bed dipping heavily under his weight. he hovered over you, a mountain of heat and muscle, before pinning your wrists above your head with just one of his massive hands.

with his free hand, he reached down between your thighs. your thighs parted instantly, desperate for the touch. when his thick fingers swiped over your entrance, they came away drenched.

“look how wet you are,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing over your swollen bundle of nerves. you bucked against his hand, a loud sob escaping your lips as the friction hit the spot perfectly. “so much slick. you’re dripping for me, sweetheart.”

he slid his index finger inside you. you gasped, your walls clamping down hard on the intrusion. he grunted, his own alpha instincts roaring at the tight, burning heat of your channel. he slowly, oh so carefully, added a second finger, then a third, stretching you open, stretching you wide until you were panting, your head lolling back against the pillows. he pumped his fingers inside you, intentionally roughing up the sensitive walls, making you soak his hand in your juices until you were thoroughly worked over.

but it wasn’t enough. your heat demanded the real thing. your hips rolled against his hand, begging for the heavy, thick meat you knew was waiting.

ushijima pulled his fingers out with a wet slap. he reached down, unbuckling his pants and freeing himself. his cock sprang free, already fully erect, almost dark red and leaking pre-cum from the tip. it was thick as a brick, veins pulsing along the shaft, and the knot at the base was already starting to swell slightly from the sheer proximity of your pheromones.

he looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mix of primal lust and intense restraint. “open your legs wider for me, sweetheart. i need to see you.”

you complied instantly, pulling your knees back toward your chest, exposing your dripping, twitching hole to him.

he lined the heavy, blunt head of his cock against your opening. the sheer size of him made you whimper with a mix of anticipation and slight fear. he pressed forward just an inch, testing the wet give of your body.

“ah! god, wakatoshi—” you choked out, your eyes flying open. it felt like you were being split open, the thick head of his dick stretching your entrance to its absolute limit.

“i know,” he growled, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest. his arms were shaking from the effort of holding his immense weight back, refusing to just plunge in and breed you. “you’re way smaller than me. breathe through it. let me stretch you out first, hm?”

he pushed a little deeper, the thick shaft forcing its way into your tight, burning heat. he took his time, inch by excruciating inch, giving you time to accommodate to stretch around his massive girth. you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he buried himself halfway into you.

“f—fuck, you’re so tight,” ushijima groaned, a rare, filthy curse leaving his lips. his hips twitched, desperately wanting to slam into you, to plow into you like the animal that he is, but he kept his rhythm agonizingly slow. “tell me if it’s too much. tell me.”

“more,” you sobbed, tilting your pelvis up to take the rest of him. “give me all of it. fuck me, wakatoshi.”

with a low, guttural growl, he gave in to your plea. he bucked his hips forward, burying his enormous cock all the way to the hilt. the impact hit your cervix, a white-hot jolt of pure pleasure jolting through your spine. you let out a wrecked scream, your walls clamping down on him like a vice.

ushijima froze, his eyes going completely wild as your tight, hot interior squeezed him. he let out a ragged gasp, his chest heaving. “god… you’re trying to milk me dry already.”

he began to move. because he was trying to be careful, each stroke was deliberate, heavy, and devastatingly deep. he would pull almost all the way out, letting your entrance almost adjust to the emptiness, before plunging all the way back in with a wet, heavy plap. the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass filled the room, a dirty, rhythmic cadence that matched the heavy scent of sex clogging the air.

“you like how big i am, don’t you? you love getting folded in half like a slut, huh? needy little thing.” he rasped, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper as he leaned down to bite at the skin of your shoulder, marking you without breaking the skin ..yet. “look at how you’re taking me. you’re stretched so wide.”

you couldn’t even answer. you were completely overwhelmed, your mind turning to pure mush under the onslaught of his massive dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. you could feel every vein, the massive stretch of him filling every empty crevice of your body.

as the pace naturally began to quicken, ushijima’s control started to slip. the heat pheromones were driving his brain insane. his strokes became harder, meaner, pounding into you with a raw, primal force. he hooked your legs over his thick shoulders, tilting your hips at a brutal angle that let him get even deeper.

“wakatoshi! i’m gonna—ngh—i’m cumming!” you screamed, your body tightening as the climax washed over you. your walls pulsed violently around him, squeezing his shaft in frantic waves.

that was the breaking point. the intense suction of your orgasm triggered his own. ushijima let out a loud, roaring growl, his hips slamming home one last time as his knot suddenly fired, swelling rapidly inside you.

“ah, shit—hold still for me,” he choked out, his hands gripping your hips so hard they would leave bruises.

the knot ballooned to twice its size, completely locking him inside your twitching, over-stimulated hole. you gasped at the sudden, intense fullness, feeling like you were going to burst. before you could even process the sensation, his dicking began to pulse, and a thick, endless torrent of hot alpha seed blasted deep into your womb. he came in violent, heavy spurts, filling you to the brim until the excess slick and semen started to ooze out around the tight seal of his knot.

ushijima collapsed over you, careful not to crush you with his weight, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he was panting heavily, his massive body still twitching as he held you pinned beneath him, completely knotted and bound together in the aftermath of your heat.

later on. the violent pulsing of his knot slowly began to ease, though he remained locked deeply within you, a heavy, throbbing plug that kept every drop of his thick seed securely trapped inside your womb. ushijima’s breathing was ragged against your neck, his massive chest rising and falling in heavy, exhausting thuds against your own. the manic, predatory edge of his scent began to slowly soften, shifting from the sharp, territorial musk of a mate in rut back into the warm, comforting embrace of rich cedarwood and fresh rain.

he shifted his weight slightly, propping himself up on his forearms so he wasn’t crushing you, though he kept his lower body pressed firmly against yours. his eyes, usually so stoic and piercing, were soft, dark, and heavy with a profound devotion as he looked down at you.

“are you alright?” he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that resonated right through your bones. he reached up with a heavy hand, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had leaked from the corner of your eye during the intensity of your climax. “did i hurt you?”

you shook your head weakly against the pillow, too exhausted and thoroughly spent to speak. a soft, contented hum vibrated in your throat, a direct response to his soothing pheromones.

“good,” he murmured, kissing your forehead tenderly.

with immense care, ushijima began the slow process of pulling out. the knot had deflated enough to allow movement, but he still went agonizingly slow, aware of how sensitive and raw your stretched walls were. he gripped your hips gently, anchoring you as he slid his thick shaft out of your body.

the sudden absence of his heat made you whimper, a cool draft hitting your overly sensitive skin. almost immediately, a warm, creamy mixture of his semen and your slick began to ooze from your open, twitching entrance, dripping onto the ruined sheets.

“shh, i’ve got you,” he coaxed, his tone uncharacteristically tender.

he didn’t leave you to wallow in the mess. even in his own state of post-coital exhaustion, his first instinct was to take care of you. ushijima carefully swung his long legs out of bed, his naked, muscular form moving with a quiet purpose across the dim room. he returned a moment later carrying a basin of warm water and a soft, clean washcloth.

he knelt at the edge of the mattress, gently parting your thighs. you instinctively tensed, your muscles aching, but his large hand came down on your knee, a grounding, reassuring weight.

“just relax for me. let me clean you up, my love.”

he squeezed the excess water from the cloth and began to gently wipe away the sticky fluids coating your inner thighs and the lower curve of your stomach. his touch was incredibly light, a stark contrast to the heavy, bruising grip he’d held on you just minutes prior. he was meticulous, dabbing away the cream-colored mess with slow, deliberate strokes, ensuring he didn’t chaff your sensitive skin.

when he pressed the warm cloth gently against your swollen opening, you let out a soft gasp, your hips hitching.

“i know, it’s sensitive,” he whispered, holding the warm cloth there for a moment to soothe the ache. “you took all of me so well. you were perfect, so, so, perfect.”

once you were clean, he gently carried you to a bean bag, walked over to the bed and tossed the soiled cloth aside and stripped the damp sheets off the bed with a single, efficient tug, tossing them to the floor and pulling the clean, dry comforter up over the mattress. he again carried your spent body carefully and climbed back into bed, pulling your limp, exhausted body tightly against his chest.

he wrapped his massive arms around you, burying his face in your hair, letting his scent wash over you in thick, comforting waves to keep the lingering tremors of your heat at bay. you rested your head against his chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart, completely safe and protected in the arms of the love of your life.

n: this took 1hr and 30mins. i have no plans to tell my discord that i’ve uploaded it because i

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18+ MDNI | college!oikawa tōru

; whiskey’s on the rocks while your brother’s on my mouth !

cw: implied p in v, simp!oikawa, slightly submissive!oikawa, oral (f receiving), whimpering oikawa, (slight) talking him through it, mating press

the phone on the nightstand buzzes.

normally, it’s a sound you’d ignore, especially with oikawa tōru currently blanking out his own mind as he puts you into a mating press. but the bright screen catches your eye, displaying a block of text from a contact name that instantly makes your blood simmer: oikawa’s annoying brat sister.

you can’t help but skim the notification.

from: bitch

ur literally so pathetic lmao. u think everyone loves u but everyone actually laughs behind ur back. keep playing queen bee but just wait until i tell tōru about what u did. he literally hates girls like u. i’m gonna get him to put you in your place since u clearly don’t know it.

a sharp, breathless laugh bubbles up in your throat. ‘put you in your place’ is insane.

right now, your place is pinned flat against his mattress, taking every single inch of her supposedly vengeful older brother.

“f-fuck, sweetheart... don’t laugh now,” oikawa whines, the sound high and strained as his hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. he’s completely undone, his hair damp and messy, chocolate eyes glazed over with lust. the petty rumors his sister tried spreading at college hasn’t touched your reputation, but they had pissed you off. finding out her gorgeous, star-athlete brother was completely obsessed with you? that was the ultimate revenge.

you reach up, wrapping your fingers in his messy brown curls and pulling him down. “tōru. down.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. he lets out a needy whimper, sinking to his knees between your legs and sliding his hands up your thighs to drape them over his shoulders. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, entirely devoted, before burying his face in your pussy.

his tongue is wicked, carving into you with an agonizingly perfect rhythm that has your back arching off the bed. you moan, loud and echoing in the quiet apartment, your fingers tight in his hair as he sucks your on clit, worshiping you like the queen his sister is so terrified you are.

but you aren’t done playing.

shaking, you reach over and grab your phone off the nightstand. oikawa notices the shift in your weight and looks up, shiny-lipped and panting, a faint pout forming. “babe... focus on me…”

“oh, i am,” you gasp out, tapping into the message thread. “come here. open up.”

with no hesitation, he slides up your body, hovering over you, his thick, throbbing length pressing against your stomach. when you tap his chin, he parts his lips, and you slide two fingers straight into his mouth. oikawa sucks on them instantly, eyes closing as he whimpers around your knuckles, a desperate sound of submission ripping from his chest because he wants you so damn bad.

with your free hand, you quickly type out your reply to his sister.

to: bitch

him, putting me in my place? your brother was just in my mouth, you don’t need to tell him that. he’s just about to.

you hit send.

you toss the phone face-down on the mattress, lock your legs around oikawa’s waist, and pull your fingers out of his mouth.

“now,” you smirk, your voice dripping with sweet satisfaction as you look at his flushed, eager face. “why don’t you put me in my place, tōru?”

he groans, a dark, primal sound, and drives himself all the way inside you in one heavy, unforgiving thrust.

n: YOOO ANOTHER WIN FOR THE BLIND PPL 😎 fuck, i love oikawa. i can write anything just for him.

@ryomenlettuce

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ilustyou

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are we getting more smur or are we just gonna sit here and rot

(jokes jokes all jokes i meatloaf you dont kill me pleaks)

i meatloaf you more, i need to think of more ideas 🤔🤔

[toorunoia]

18+ MDNI | timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi

; jealous husband!ushijima bends you over in the kitchen + aftercare :3

cw: p in v, breeding, established relationship, rough!ushijima, possessive!ushijima, size difference

your daughter participates in a trend where the photos show you when you were a teenager, then you now.

slideshow: you feeding ushijima grapes → you now, sucking on a lollipop, tongue peeking out.

comments:

“nah she’s giving throat demon, he doesn’t know what he has.”

“i’d pay her mortgage just to watch her lick me like that.”

“tell your dad to guard her, cuz i’d put a baby in her tonight.”

the slideshow ends, but the heat in the room is only just beginning to spike. ushijima’s face is a mask of stoic fury, a silent storm brewing behind those dark eyes as the comments continue to scroll—vile, hungry words from men who think they can touch what belongs to him.

​“put a baby in you,” he repeats, the words tasting like poison. he doesn’t yell. ushijima wakatoshi doesn’t need to raise his voice to be terrifying. he simply sets his phone face down on the marble, the click of the glass echoing in the silent kitchen.

​before you can even blink, his large, calloused hands are under your thighs, hoisting you onto the kitchen island. the cold stone is a sharp contrast to the sudden, overwhelming heat of his body pressing into yours. he doesn’t waste time with foreplay; his fingers hook into the lace of your panties and rip them to the side, exposing you, dripping and needy, to the harsh kitchen light.

​then, he’s there. he guides his thick, heavy cock to your opening and thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one brutal, singular motion. your breath hitches, a choked-back sob escaping as he stretches you to your absolute limit. his hands pin your thighs wide, knuckles white, forcing you to take every inch of him.

​the thrusts are unhurried, agonizingly deep. he wants you to feel the weight of him, the sheer size of him claiming your insides. with every slow, deliberate shove, you can see your own stomach distort slightly, the crown of his cock hitting your cervix until your vision spots with white. you’re spilling down his length, your juices slicking his thighs, but he doesn’t let up.

​the lollipop you’d been sucking on rolls onto the tile with a wet clack, forgotten and sticky, just like the mess you’re making on the counter. ushijima doesn’t even glance at it. his mouth latches onto the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue hot and demanding before his teeth sink in, marking you. he’s branding you, leaving deep, purple bruises that will tell the world exactly who you belong to.

​he pulls back just enough to stare into your blown-out pupils, his voice a gravelly, low vibration that rattles your bones.

​“look at me,” he commands, his hips never stopping that rhythmic, soul-destroying grind. “they won’t ever touch you. they won’t even get close enough to breathe your air. you’re mine. i’ll fuck those comments right out of your head.”

​you’re trembling, sobbing his name as your walls clench around him in desperate, violent aftershocks. you think he's done, but he’s just getting started.

“you think our daughter wants a sibling, my love?” he shifts his weight, flipping you over until your chest is pressed against the cool granite and your ass is hiked high in the air. he doesn’t wait for you to settle; he plows back into you from behind, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your rear echoing like a gunshot.

​his broad hand presses down between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the counter as he ravages you. he’s relentless, bottoming out inside you over and over until you’re a sobbing, leaking mess. he fills you once, twice, three times—thick, hot ropes of cum pulsing deep into your womb, making your lower belly feel heavy and distended.

​you whimper about the mess, the way his cream is already dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. he just grunts, a low satisfied sound. “good. when it takes, they’ll know exactly how well i bred you.”

∞ྀི

the intensity breaks as abruptly as it started. the territorial monster recedes, replaced by the steady, grounding presence of the man you married. he carries you to the bathroom first, his touch surprisingly light as he cleans the stickiness from your skin with a warm cloth. he’s silent, but he keeps his body pressed against yours, as if he still needs to feel the contact.

​he carries you to bed like you weigh nothing, tucking you under the heavy duvet. he disappears for a moment, returning with a bowl of chilled grapes and sliced peaches.

​he sits on the edge of the mattress, leaning over you. he picks up a slice of peach, pressing it to your swollen lips. “eat,” he whispers, his eyes softening just a fraction. he waits for you to swallow before leaning down to press a lingering, tender kiss to your forehead. his large hand slides under the covers, resting over your lower belly—right where he filled you. he rubs slow, soothing circles there, easing the ache he caused.

​“i’m sorry if i was too rough,” he murmurs, his thumb grazing your hip bone. “i just… i can’t stand the thought of them talking about you like that. you’re too precious for their words.”

“so you decided to breed me?” you tease weakly.

his head lowers, a pout almost visible on his lips. “i apologize.. i wasn’t thinking clearly, my love.”

​he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his massive arms around you until you’re completely encased in his warmth. he nuzzles into your hair, breathing you in.

​“you.. you’re mine,” he whispers into the dark, his voice thick with a possessive, protective love. “no one else will ever have you. i’ll keep you safe. i'll keep you fed. and i’ll keep you so loved you’ll never have to doubt it for a second.”

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