wakatoshi loves to squeeze your cheeks and it’s so funny, i’m telling you. he can’t help himself, it was so random and unexpected when he did it for the first time. he usually does it when you’re in front of him and you’re literally unable to speak because he won’t stop squeezing your cheeks. but truly, wakatoshi doesn’t mean to interrupt you, he’s listening, as always. but can you really blame him? he’s smitten, so, so in love with you and it’s so silly. you’re too cute in his eyes. you always have to tell him to stop, to which he always replies with, “i’m sorry.”
every single time it’s a genuine apology. and every single time wakatoshi has the same look in his eyes— that of a man who’s just fallen in love again and who does it every single time he looks at you. that’s why he does it after all. not to annoy you, (he never does that, at least not on purpose) but rather to love you and savor every inch of you more.
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im on some disastrously poignant bullshit right now
i just downloaded 1100+ pages of my fave haikyuu boys and am printing them in two phat ass volumes
it comprises (nearly) every single page that feature kuroo, kenma, bokuto, and akaashi. The panels that weren’t relevant enough to keep made it on the back covers lol. The spines are nearly an inch and a half thick
all for less than $40. kachow
ill upload the pdfs, pngs, and a little tutorial soon for anyone interested 💗
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tw / medical kink, cnc, VERY DUBIOS, drug use, medical malpractice, CNC, cnc, cnc
shirabu does not have a favourite patient.
but if his colleagues asked him which of his patients he wanted to fuck, that was an easy, easy answer.
it was a relaxed discussion amongst colleagues, the sleazy ones at least, about who they wanted to stick their cocks into the most. the ones they’d do right there, on their table, no shame.
the really annoying thing is that shirabu has shame.
too much shame in how horny he gets around you. so much shame in how hard he gets in his slacks. so much so, he snuck in some anaesthetic for your appointment.
shirabu was no anaesthesiologist.
he knew the malpractice he was committing. he knew what harm this could do to his career; but he didn’t care.
shirabu thinks about his work mates talking about fucking their patients’, and he’s already half hard in his pants, the sight of you lying on his table sending him into overdrive.
the excuse comes out half-stuttered, something about not wanting you to feel any pain.
you flash him a pretty smile, “i trust you, doctor shirabu.”
and oh that sends a pang into his chest.
after a previous measly 40 minute research into anaesthetic, he injects it into you. he watches you, eyes not leaving each others. it’s like you know, he thinks to himself. he feels sick.
it’s too late to feel any guilt.
shirabu watches your eyes flutter close as he’s unzipping his pants. he thinks he’s going to explode as he’s delicately placing his hands over your chest.
“fuck,” he glides his thumbs over your nipples, “fuck, maybe you are my favourite.”
you’re so gorgeous like this, he thinks as he’s tilting your head towards him.
“oh, i should’ve done this sooner,” he slides his cock into your mouth, hissing through his teeth, “oh, fuck.”
his cock pushes into your throat, and shirabu’s hips buck towards you uncontrollably, oh fuck, he actually can’t breathe with how good you feel.
the realisation with how ‘gone’ you are, sparks him. he could just… push as far into you as he wanted. what was stopping him?
“fucking christ, fuck,” his balls slap against your chin, physically not able to go any further, “stupid girl, fuck, you’ve got no clue what’s happening, huh?”
he wants to cum down your throat, make you swallow him but he can’t. he doesn’t want to hurt you that bad, doesn’t want to make you choke to death.
he thinks about how often he’s wanted to cum on your face, decorate you with himself. and then he thinks that he can do whatever he wants right now.
with that image floating in his mind, his cock pistols in and out of your mouth right before he spills, pulling out, “fuck, shit. oh my god,” he groans while his cock rubs against your face, “so fucking pretty now. whore,” his cum comes out in streaks, over your cheeks, across your nose, above your eyebrow. you look perfect. he wants to stay here looking at you.
four flashes from his phone, 2 photos of your face, 3 of your tits, and one of him squishing your cheeks together. you’re so pretty.
he was so not telling his colleagues about this one.
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