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rot | 22, aussie, he/they, gay!! i sometimes write. but for male readers or gn, main fandoms (bllk/haikyuu/jjk/aot)

[wyredrot]

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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MASTERLIST •

WINNER, BABY - bunny iglesias

YOU LOOK BETTER LIKE THIS - oliver aiku

HE'S GOOD NOW? - kageyama tobio

[xaviez]

waking up to them touching you just to get cooed at… “shhh, go back to bed baby.. you don’t need to be awake for this.”

[o2amus]

Someone cant handle his liquor

[lsstardust]

Is he a bad person? Yes.

Do I want to fix him? Hell no.

Do I wanna ride it? Absolutely.

[wyredrot]

new theme who want me

[wyredrot]

celebrating bunny iglesias's win in the world cup by getting on your knees — MDNI

Bunny looked unbearably hot today, and that means you’re completely fucked.

You've been trying your best honestly, trying everything to hide the fact that you probably made a mess in your pants the second bunny got on his knees after the last goal knowing he won.

But it's so hard to hide it now that he finally emerges—still wearing his jersey, sweat-dried and sticking to his abs, that ridiculous hair plastered to his forehead from ninety minutes of running—you feel your knees go loose before your brain catches up.

He sees you. That grin, that beautiful grin splits his face open.

"Can't believe i actually won, babe" he says, voice rough from screaming celebrations.

"you did." you smile up at him

The elevator ride to his suite is suffocating, his thigh pressed against yours, the trophy's reflection winking at you from under his arm. He hasn't even showered. You can smell the pitch on him—grass and salt and victory.

The door clicks shut and you sink.

Your knees hit the carpet hard, palms sliding up his shorts before he can set the cup down. Bunny exhales sharp, head tipping back against the door, fingers finding your hair with a desperation that makes you dizzy.

"Fuck—wait, I'm still—"

You don't care. You peel the fabric down, He springs free, heavy and flushed a deep, ruddy pink, veins tracing beneath the skin like rivers on a map—thick, slightly curved, with a fat, slick head that beads already with anticipation. He's uncut, the sheath of skin retracting slightly as you wrap your fingers around him, feeling the heat and weight of him pulse against your palm. god he's so beautiful.

"oh look at you," you murmur, thumb dragging through the wetness at his tip, spreading it in a slow circle that makes his hips jerk. "this is what you've been hiding this whole time"

Bunny's laugh is breathless, strained. "You—fuck—me estás torturando, mi amor"

and you drag your tongue up the length of him just to hear the way his voice cracks.

His fingers thread into your hair, not pushing, just holding, trembling slightly as you take him deeper. You set a slow, filthy pace, using your hand where your mouth can’t reach, watching the way his abs tense and flutter under the clingy fabric of his jersey. The medal sways with each shaky exhale he releases.

“Shit, your mouth—” he groans, head thudding back against the wood, thighs quivering. “that’s good—”

You hum around him, "i've thinking about this beautiful dick for so long baby." the vibration making him curse louder, grip tightening in your hair. His hips stutter forward, losing rhythm, overwhelmed and desperate. You pull back just enough to drag your tongue over the sensitive tip, tasting the salt of him, before taking him deep again, hollowing your cheeks. "oh how i love you, bunny."

“Gonna—fuck, I’m gonna— i love you most, mi vida.” his voice wrecked, and you don’t pull away. He comes with a shattered groan, your name breaking apart on his tongue, fingers tightening almost painfully in your hair as his whole body goes rigid. You swallow around him, milking him through it until he’s twitching, oversensitive, pulling at your shoulders with weak, shaking hands.

You rise slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and find him staring at you with red pupils, chest heaving, that sharp grin softened into something dazed and reverent. "like that?"

“Best fucking celebration,” he pants, "but we're not done now are we?" reaching for you, pulling you in to taste himself on your tongue. “gonna have a long night with you, baby.”

i don't know if anyone has done this already but here's my take.

[lesserthan-3]

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!

[wyredrot]

happy pride month from your local gay uncle❤️

[cashmakozume]

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.

[lilithkleia]

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.

[stanningsky]

I'm pretty sure Ilya would annoy the shit out of Shane for the fact that in french goal is but

[nightingalewrites333]

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!

[wyredrot]

cooking something

[wlwarhammer]

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

[bugsyverse]

i need to mouth at his print through his sweats actually

[argillaforma]

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

[wyredrot]

Tobio is always rough during sex but it gets worse when you mention someone he hates.

Cw MDNI, 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 on 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."