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MY BODY LEFT TO ROT IN A HOLLOW TREE !
— ROT ↑ 22 aus. he/they ; geto suguru’s problematic boyfriend. fucker can't choose a fandom so now he's in MULTIFANDOM!
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YOU LOOK BETTER LIKE THIS - oliver aiku
HE'S GOOD NOW? - kageyama tobio
amateur porn star reader and best friend osamu who reader has recruited to help with her career.
when your site started taking off, you immediately thought of osamu to ask for help- he was really good with that tech stuff and you trusted him with everything.
at first, he started behind the camera, managing comments, setting up automatic payment systems, all that jazz, but recently he’s been making guest appearances when the time called.
he’d tie your bonds for you, try out a new paddle gifted by a fan, and he’d even be the lucky guy you got to suck off while your cunt was stuffed by a tip-based dildo machine.
before every show, you and osamu would look through your inbox together, particularly for a comment from who you could call a “generous viewer.” their requests were sometimes extraneous…but it had to be worth the money considering you kept accepting.
so once a week, you see a familiar name pop up in your long list of requests.
it starts off with edging, then overstim, then pet play, step sibling role play, bondage, anal, impact play, etc. at this point, you wondered what even else was there to try?
and of course, osamu is there to help you through it all- strap you up to the spreader, slap you down your sopping cunt, tug at the leash attached to your collar, truly, he is the bestest friend you could have.
and at the end of the day, he’s able to split the profits with you so it’s a win-win for everyone!
and now he gets to go give some of that money to his brother, atsumu, who’s just great at coming up ideas to request from pretty porn stars!
happy pride month from your local gay uncle❤️
you're drunk at a beach party, everything is blurry but you're having a good time. it's crowded and all you need is a smoke, and your boyfriend, iwaizumi hajime, gently cradles your face to put a cigarette in your mouth and he lights it for you.
your loser ex has your name tattooed on his chest. and he isn’t above begging to get you back.
you stared at your tv, a tub of ice cream in hand while watching the ridiculous boxing match play on the screen. and just like clockwork, the pink haired man won, pumping his fists into the air while everyone cheered him on.
sukuna fucking ryomen.
your pathetic ex, the sad sloppy excuse of a man (or so you liked to tell yourself), the self centred prick who still thrived off of the chaos and adrenaline of a good fight, was unfortunately still as hot as ever. sweat slicked down his back, his tattoos catching the lights around the ring while he was declared the winner. it was all the same until you noticed the fresh letters carved onto his chest.
pretty letters that unmistakably spelled out your name. and knowing his body and every inch of it, you knew that that wasn’t there before. this fucking loser. had you permanently etched on your skin. and just as you were about to frantically dial his number to give him an earful, he looked riiight at the camera—
“hey y/n. i know you’re watching this. stop ignoring my calls, baby.”
oh he was dead fucking meat.
you knew that it’d be mere minutes before he showed up at your doorstep—the same cycle of him begging to have you back, only to go back to his theatrically crafted suave persona.
and just like clockwork, about an hour later—riiiing!
you opened the door only to find sukuna, still drenched in sweat, standing at your doorway with a comically large bouquet in hand.
“are you fucking insane?”
“i take it that you saw my tattoo.”
you eyed him up and down, barely hiding your distaste—until he dropped to his knees before you.
“what the fuck are you doing. GET UP.”
“please, baby please i’ll do anything to get you back.”
he was down on the ground, your neighbours whispering while the renowned boxer hugged your legs, his head buried in your thighs, the bouquet he got long forgotten on the floor.
“please.”
he was begging now, kneeling before you while his eyes brimmed with tears. and a sick sick part of you made your heart skip a beat.
he was desperate, your name etched on his chest, on his knees, hugging your legs as if that’d ground you to him.
“is this because no one wants to fuck you anymore?” you snorted and he looks at you almost as if you slapped him across the face.
“c’mon doll, you know that’s not true.”
“pathetic.” you spat out, his face flushing a deep shade the moment you said it.
“you still have they repressed degradation kink i see. stupid fucking masochist.”
fuck.
“please—.”
“your begging needs improvement. we’ll see how good you do when i have you gagged and sobbing.” you cooed and you swore you could see his sweats tent just the slightest.
you were going to turn the boxing ring’s forbidden ryomen sukuna, into your pathetic, whiny little slut. and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
GRAAH. i like pathetic men. hehe. @yoonsucks @yorikae @rosiestrudel
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
I'm pretty sure Ilya would annoy the shit out of Shane for the fact that in french goal is but
Kei Tsukishima — No. 11
POV: I found a page in your sketchbook... I think you have a crush on a certain middle blocker~
Just a character sheet of rough sketch Kei Tsukishima. Our favourite tsundere!
A @nightingalewrites333 original.
🚫 Do NOT re-upload!
cooking something
A lot of people ignore the absolutely radioactive levels of frat boy coming from Shane Hollander because it’s inconvenient to their hyper feminized bottom stereotyping
i need to mouth at his print through his sweats actually
ilya was so strong for not jumping shane in the vegas bathroom like that boy was in subspace with his beautiful big wet brown eyes asking so nicely and nuzzling into him like a kitten
Tobio is always rough during sex but it gets worse when you mention someone he hates.
Cw MDI, male!reader, msby!reader
Tobio was rough today. Well it wasn’t actually his fault now, was it? It was Atsumu’s fault for playing better. It was definitely his fault. For both winning and for having the audacity to wink at you right after his serve made the team win. (which unfortunately, Tobio missed) So of course, Tobio had every right to be angry, he had every right to pour his anger. Even if it's inside you.
Tobio had you folded practically in half, his muscular frame towering over you as he drove his cock into you with a brutal, calculated precision that left you seeing stars. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the hotel room, the headboard banging against the wall.
"Tobio—" you gasped, voice cracking as he hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur.
Your fingers clawed uselessly at the sheets beneath you, desperate for purchase as Tobio's hips snapped forward with punishing force. Each thrust punched the air right out of your lungs, and you couldn't stop the broken moans spilling from your lips. "Fuck!! Right there!”
Your own cock was flushed and leaking against your stomach, trapped between your bodies as Tobio fucked into you relentlessly. Every thrust dragged against your prostate and sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins, making your dick twitch and drool precome onto your sweat sicked skin.
Tobio's breath came in harsh pants against your ear, his voice dropping to that low, rough tone that made your cock throb. "You feel so fucking good around me," he groaned, hips stuttering for a moment before resuming their brutal pace. "So tight—taking me so well."
His dark eyes bore into yours, watching every expression that crossed your face.
"Look at you," he growled, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slapped against the headboard for leverage, "all spread out for me, leaking like a fucking faucet. You're so desperate for it, aren't you?"
Your own cock twitched violently at his words, precome smearing between your stomachs.
"If only you were good on court like you are in bed.”
Now this made you mad. You are good in court, you’re a good spiker. He could degrade you all he wanted but not about your play. So you couldn’t help but shoot back at him.
"Atsumu’s good on court though, ain’t he?"
That was it.
You felt Tobio snapping his hips forward so hard the entire bed frame shuddered. "Oh he’s good now?" making you scream. "Shit Tobio—slow down!"
"Think he can fuck you like this? Make you feel this good?" His hand wrapped around your aching cock, stroking in time with his brutal thrusts.
"If he's that good then watch me destroy him on the court next," Tobio panted against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before biting down hard enough to bruise. "Just like I'm destroying you right now."
cw fingers in mouth, male reader
"You’re a cheat, Aiku!" you spat, stepping into his space. "That slide tackle was filth and you know it."
The locker room door slammed shut, echoing like a gunshot. You were still vibrating with post match fury, your chest heaving under your jersey.
Oliver aiku leaned against his locker, peeling his gloves off with a maddening slow composure. His gaze turned to you, his height making him look down at you with his pretty eyes.
"Don’t you talk too much when you lose?" he rumbled, his voice smooth as oil.
"I’m talking because you’re a fraud," you spat shoving a finger into the center of his chest. "You didn't win that. You played dirty because you knew I had you beat."
Aiku didn’t even stumble. his eyes was busy tracking the way your chest heaved with every jagged breath.
"Fraud? That's rich coming from a striker who spent more time on the grass than the ball," he countered, "It’s pathetic, all that ego and you'd rather spend the post game barking like a dog than actually looking at the scoreboard."
You grabbed the front of his damp jersey, twisting the fabric into your fist to jerk him down. “Don’t even call me—”
Aiku’s hand interrupted you mid sentence. his hand was firm against your jaw, pinning your head back against the cold metal. You gasped in surprise, but he didn't give you the chance to recover.
“What are you—”
"You want to put your hands on me that bad?" He pressed his thumb and forefinger against your lips, forcing them apart. With a blunt, possessive shove, he slid two fingers into your mouth, hooking them over your bottom teeth. The taste of salt and sweat hit your tongue instantly.
“Aiku—” The way you said his name wasn’t meant to be a moan at all, but it came out as one.
You froze, your eyes blown wide as he used the leverage to tilt your face up toward his. The air in the room suddenly felt twice as hot.
He didn't pull out. He just watched you, his fingers shifting heavy and dominant against your tongue, waiting to see if you’d bite or break.
“Don’t you look much better like this? With your pretty mouth shut and moaning my name around my fingers.” His stupid fucking smirk was annoying.
Still, both of you couldn't help but notice the way your cock twitched at this.
bring back fingers in mouth
oliver aiku sends moaning audios. this man is too familiar with the game to not know exactly what play to make. grey sweatpants pics, moaning audios, aftermath photos. the whole nine. you send him something? he's sending back an audio clip so obviously jacking off to it, words drawn out as he pants out: "god do you... no you don't... you have no fuckin' idea what you do to me. oh fuck..."
O18 ፧ YOU AVOIDED THEM TO HIDE YOUR FEELINGS ☆
✶ users! › denji, a. hayakawa × m!reader.
✶ cw’s! › hc’s & lil scenarios thingy, light angst as well as arguing ofc, still gonna say possible ooc.
✶ notes! › (nov. 2022) fixed grammatical errors that i somehow did not notice before 💀
a kiss is a kiss is a kiss - denji x male reader
warnings: suggestive mentions, kind of crack
"you want to kiss me?"
denji nodded his head enthusiastically. "i've never been kissed before and i want some practice before i have sex."
"didn't you have a vomit kiss with himeno?" you smirked.
"that doesn't count!"
you couldn't lie, it was a strange request. then again, denji was a strange guy. he was sat on his knees in front of you. there had been a few times you had seen him beg before but never like this. he seemed both unfazed and desperate. a walking contradiction.
