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kazuha-pista-badam · 2 years
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this is foul 😭
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fever-dreamer97 · 2 years
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Someone on Twitter said their coworker called that scene ‘filler and doesn’t add to the plot’ and I got upset
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starreo · 3 months
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multi-character drabble.
includes insecure! reader w glasses, adult themes so, mdni.
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he doesn't understand why you take off your glasses right before stepping out. you're squinting at absolutely everything, struggling to even read the types of boba on the menu behind the counter. your eyebrows are furrowed and you're biting your lips, so he reads out the menu, emphasizing your go-to. as you walk out of the cafe with your usual boba in one hand, and his arm in the other, he asks you. "do you not feel pretty in your glasses?" and you almost choke on the chewy tapioca. you ask him to elaborate with wide eyes, does he too, think you're prettier without your glasses?
"they add character to your appearance. to me, they enhance your beauty, instead. dunno why you don't like 'em. my entire body gets hot when i see you in 'em. like, the urge to just drop everything and fuck-" noticing your amused expression, he immediately stops himself. he was never good with words...so maybe, he'll just show you with actions.
and staying true to his internal promise, he did.
his hands trained on your waist, gripping tightly as he tries to keep his eyes open despite the overwhelming pleasure.
his large, veiny cock pacing in and out of you so quickly, hitting all the right spots, making such a mess that you can't register anything in that brain of yours before you're cumming all over the sheets again. your glasses getting crooked as you try to bury the back of your head into the pillow, because your brain just could not handle the amount of pleasure being received by your body. "s-so hot....f-fuck...y'er so hot..."
gojo, reo, eren, bakugo, nagi, barou, atsumu, kunigami, suna rintaro + your favs <3
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dags-sz · 23 days
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They never go out of style ✨
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hoao · 2 months
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haikyuu is incredible man…
you ever think about the fact that some people exist not to become stars but to lead others towards the light? ….
hinata was so moved by the little giant that his life found meaning the moment he came into his life (and the little giant never really ended up becoming a pro volleyball player in the first place despite his drive and talent!)
nekomata sensei’s “all we have to do is to lower the net!” shaped kuroo’s entire existence. it left such an impression on him that kuroo turned it into his goal in life: helping as many people as possible discover volleyball.
kuroo himself never going pro but becoming instead a bridge between people and volleyball (which he loves so dearly he wants to make it everyone’s business).
takeda sensei’s “He Who Would Climb a Ladder Must Begin at the Bottom” (which he says to hinata during his first year) became so meaningful to him that hinata hanged it on the wall of his bedroom in Brazil.
sugawara becoming a teacher and getting emotional when facing hinata (to whom he used to set when kageyama refused to do it) and kageyama (who quite literally took what had been his place up until the moment he came) and their growth.
you might think you will never end up doing anything great. instead, i believe you might not end up doing something grand, but whatever it is that you do in life it will always be great and you simply never know whether that one thing you said once or that one thing you once did will ever become the driving force behind someone else’s dream.
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temeyes · 1 month
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my darling tsukki!
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bachissidehoe · 3 months
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Kenma absolutely loves getting under the desk service from you while he’s gaming- holding back whines as he chokes short desperate breaths into his microphone. His cock is buried deep in your throat, your head resting lazily between his spread thighs, his fingers slipping off the controller to grip locks of your hair, practically knotting it into the buttons. With every flick of his expert gamer fingers, he tugs your hair, pulling your head harder onto his throbbing cock. Your drool spills onto the fabric of his gaming chair, your fingernails drilled into his thighs as you suck on him. You can hear his friends on call with him, growing frustrated with Kenma’s sudden lack of ability to speak or play properly, it only makes you tease him more. But he doesn’t care about the game anymore. “One sec.” He mumbles, muting his mic and letting the controller drop to the floor so he can hold your head still and cum hard into that pretty mouth.
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andythelemon · 9 months
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They picked up some new friends at the shrine... 😽🏮
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satorisoup · 2 months
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ᰔ CANDY GRAMS ft. rintaro suna
ʚ CW : secret admirer. manager! reader.
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ʚ hq valentine’s series mlist ಇ
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every year on valentine’s day, your schools student body sets up a booth for candy grams. $2 to send a cute little message to your loved one with little lollipops and candied hearts. the line would stretch all the way down the hall with students eager to buy one, the end of the line grumbling at their time wasted when they heard the shout of “sold out!”. it was a huge tradition that the students never failed to miss, as it would always cause an uproar of excitement along with the funds being donated to whatever cause.
it’s your second year at inarizaki highschool, and you were luckily privileged enough to become the manager of the volleyball club during the second half of your first year, being a new student, despite the insane amount of girls who had applied for the spot. you had made it extremely clear that no, you were not interested in the twins, no, this wasn’t a plan to get one them to fall in love with you, and no, you weren’t a secret spy for a fangirl instagram account trying to gather information. all things accounted for, you were accepted into the position.
now as a second year, you had kept your word on not falling for the infamous volleyball twins who in reality were just dumb teenage boys that talked your ear off with their constant nagging and immature jokes. however, the one who had caught your eye was the middle blocker with the #10 jersey, rintaro suna. they never said you couldn’t have a little crush on him, right? and even despite having quite the interest in him, you would never act on it, as you seemed to be good friends with him along with the twins, not daring to ruin the friendship or break the trust with the club.
suna was a nice person to be around, his sense of humor was infectious and he was a good, more tame break from the rambunctious person known as atsumu miya, even though they did tend to occasionally get into mischief when together. he was blunt in the ways he showed that he cared, and you recall the moment you realized you had feelings for him when you had accompanied him at the store to get a snack before practice. he had asked you if you wanted anything, and you had told him you didn’t have any money with you.
“i didn’t ask if you had money. i asked what you wanted.”
it left you blushing for the rest of the day, walking out of the shop with a cookie in hand and hearing “why didn’t ya pay fer me?!” fall out of atsumu’s mouth in complaint. you knew in your heart you definitely couldn’t deny it now, you had fallen.
the date marked february 14th, valentine’s day, and just like last year, the halls were bustling in delirium as the line stretched from one end of the courtyard to the other. you slung your bag over your shoulder and continued to walk to your designated class, overhearing the cheers of the people who finally made it to the front of the string of students. making your way to class and taking your seat, you prepare to take on the day as if it were any other.
eventually, the period before lunch had rolled around, and the person passing candy grams from each class had reached your door. you could feel the anticipation of your peers as the student began dropping each one off to certain desks. 1 here, 3 there, 5, wow that’s quite a few.
after most of the class had received their special gifts, whispering the notes their partners had left for them to one another, you had expected the deliverer to make their leave and be on with it.
your assumptions hadn’t been correct, when you see that they had made their way to your desk.
“10 candy grams for miss l/n, here you go!”
wait what?
you caught a few quiet gasps and small whispers from some of your classmates as your desk had been filled with a whopping number of 10 candy grams. even you had wanted to gasp yourself, but you really did not want this attention on you.
after everyone had quieted down a little more, you took the gracious opportunity to check the pink slips of paper on each packet of treats.
“to: y/n.”
again, you checked another slip. then another, and another for good measure. to your upmost confusion, every single slip you had was completely nameless. before you could comprehend exactly what was going on with these mysterious sweets, class was being dismissed for lunch.
“buying candy grams for yerself? that’s pretty depressin’.” atsumu bellowed at you when you had walked up to your friends, arms almost overflowing with your gifts.
“im not that cheap, you idiot…there’s 10 here, and ALL with no name.” you scoffed back at him.
“maybe it’s yer stalker.” osamu had countered, eyeing the bags.
“oh yeah, how lovely that would be. quit trying to scare me, osamu.” you deadpanned. “where’s suna?”
“dunno. so, ya gonna share that candy or what?”
“really miya? you’re both holding an entire grocery bag of them. i’ll see you guys at practice.” you walked off, still pondering on the thought of who it could be.
you still hadn’t managed to find suna within the midst of this entire situation, wanting to get his input. despite the so called “thrill” of having a secret admirer, you didn’t really seem to care. you wanted suna, and you wanted it to be him who was sending you stupid pieces of candy and dumb notes. that however, is a wish that could never be granted no matter how bad you yearned for it.
it’s the last half of the day by now, most classes having been visited by the deliverer, disregarding a few. mostly extra candy grams were being passed to the people who didn’t receive them before lunchtime. you practically ignored the lesson your teacher was explaining, too caught up in your thoughts to listen. 10 candy grams, no name, suna has practically disappeared. when class had been dismissed, you passed by your locker in hopes of putting the treats in there for later, but when you opened the latch, you had yet another surprise waiting for you.
10 more packets of candy dribbled out of your locker, a couple landing by your feet as if to mock you. you scamper to pick them up with a huff, and when you start to shove them in with the rest in your locker, miserably failing to fit them all inside, you come to an immediate realization.
atsumu is the only person who unfortunately knows your locker combination, back when you had held his lost textbook for him until he could get it back.
it dawned on you in an instant, of course, this was atsumu’s idea of humour, a perfect valentine’s day prank.
you roll your eyes at the idea of the twins antics, but also began to feel a tinge of sadness when you came to your conclusion, a hint of hope in the back of your mind that maybe, it was the one your heart had longed for who was up to this, but you’re quick to shut it down. with an upset slam of your locker, you head to the gym.
feet that slowly skid onto the concrete stairs was all that could be heard, and your shoes squeek against the vinyl flooring of the inarizaki gym when you enter. as you prepare to tell off atsumu, a voice interrupts you.
“what’s up with you?”
it was suna, his head cocked to the side with a slight furrow in his brow.
“im trying to find atsumu, he’s really done it this time…”
“and what did he do?”
“he thought it would be a funny idea to prank me! on valentine’s day of all days! sending a mountain of candy grams that won’t even fit in my locker…there wasn’t even a name on them. and it made me think…” you interrupt yourself before you accidentally say too much, “it’s just dumb yknow?” you huff.
“i figured you would think something dumb like that.”
“… huh?”
suna starts to dig into his bag, hand reaching in and then back out. one of his arms extended out to you, holding one of the same cellophane bags that had been taunting you all day.
this one held a cookie, the same kind as that day back at the store, and when you open the note, you can feel yourself grow lighter.
“to: y/n.
you’re kind of a dunse.”
and this time, there’s an indicator of the sender on the slip of paper, in the same handwriting as all of the others.
“R. S.”
you look to suna with widened eyes and a growing blush to your cheeks, your mouth slightly ajar when you ask him,
“…it was you?”
suna softly smirks at you, his hidden facade of mischievousness breaking as he replies,
“yeah, you should really think before you trust a miya with your locker combo.”
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agnes-nutter · 2 months
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fever-dreamer97 · 2 years
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Y’all I got a Cricut and now I can make my weeb shirts 🧡🧡
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starreo · 4 months
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multi-character drabble.
includes cheating, alcohol consumption, adult themes so, mdni.
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you don't understand why he's dating your best friend. you're so much better than her. you make him a wholesome breakfast when she has to rush to see a friend, you drive him home when he gets drunk, crying about how he's probably never going to find anyone who loves him as much as he loves them, and you bring him hot soup when he wakes up with a hangover.
when he comes over to see her and she suddenly has to see a friend of hers, refusing to mention the name when you ask, you keep him company...ordering takeout, pouring drinks, and talking for hours, before she comes back, a little too happy, starting to be handsy as she sits on his lap, "c'mon, baby, wan' you so bad" his slightly conflicted eyes stare at your disappointed ones for a minute before taking her to bed, leaving you alone on the couch.
on his birthday, which his lovely girlfriend almost forgets about, you gift him that video game he'd been wanting for so long...you, stand in the long line in the heat to get your hands on it before it sells out. "heard you talking about it last month, so i thought it'll be a good gift for your birthday."
and it was. which is why, to thank you, he invited you over to his place, something about wanting to teach you how to play it...but you didn't care much about that, did you?
you'd gotten yourself a bikini wax the day before, so you opted for a manicure and pedicure right now, choosing the color red to paint on your nails. that was his favorite. he'd told you that when he saw you in your body-hugging, red tube dress at his birthday party. "seeing you in that color is...dangerous...makes me wanna do things i shouldn't..."
so you weren't delusional...sure, you weren't a good best friend, but she didn't deserve him...he was so sweet, so kind, so hot, so perfect, and that bitch, she cheated on him, multiple times, laughing as she told you about it.
"t-thank you-fuck..." he whispered, his cold breath hit your cunt, planting a quick kiss on your ankle, as his fingers spread your sticky cum across your folds, making a mess before he plopped them in his mouth, sucking your slick off...he looked into your teary eyes, taking his fingers out and leaning forward to kiss you, letting you taste yourself.
as he distracted you with his kiss, his cock easily slipping inside of your slippery entrance, smiling as you gasped into the kiss. so tight. so warm. so perfect. "y'er s-so good, y/n...so good to m-me, fuck i think i'm in love with you-"
eren jaeger, nagi, gojo satoru, reo, suna rintarou, hiori, isagi yoichi, rin, chifuyu matsuno. + your favs <3
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mochimattie · 9 months
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Happy Oikawa dayyy 🩵
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honoredalone · 1 year
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pretty when you cry
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live laugh lana del rey.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚
all the pretty stars shine for you my love, am i that girl, that you dream of?
he’s dreamed of this, you above him, sitting on his long, hard cock. warm walls suffocating him, making him dizzy, his vision blurring.
“too big, ‘s too much.” you’re whining, shifting your position in his lap to adjust to his large length. he’s mesmerized by you. not just the way you take him, but by the way you praise him, the way you hold him, the way you kiss him and just the way you look at him. it has him in a chokehold. that being said when you’re riding him you have no ounce of control. he’ll guide your hips, bouncing you up and down, thrusting when he grows inpatient, anything.
“just a little more.” he rasps, lifting his hips, pushing himself in further, feet pushed into the plush mattress. “my good fucking girl, you’re so good to me.” he laughs when you whimper, the head of his cock brushing your spot making you rock your hips desperately attempting to cause some friction. “ah ah ah. gotta be patient pretty.” he grasps your hips tightly, the pressure making you let out a sob.
“i wanna- just.. please.” you said exasperated, fed up with his teasing. his hold on your hips becoming softer, his thumbs massaging your hips. his eyes admiring your body. marks covering your skin, red flush to your cheeks, lashes damp.
“please what, my angel?” he says teasingly, hand sliding down, finding your clit. it’s soaked in your arousal, smiling like a jackass when you gasp out another strangled sob when he pinches it, hard. “aw you’re so cute. so needy.” you open your mouth to respond then you make eye contact with him when he brings his fingers, still drenched in your juices, into his mouth. his eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “use your words.” he muses before spitting on his fingers and bringing them back down to your clit, rubbing roughly making your back arch, hips buck and moans falling from your lips.
“please-” you sigh as he slows his pace on your already sore spot. “please take care of me.” he smiles, sharp canines on display.
“all you had to do was ask pretty.” with no warning he retracts his fingers and grips both your thighs holding you down on him, thrusting his hips up with an excruciatingly fast pace. “such a pretty pussy on my pretty little bunny.” he groans, head falling back onto the pillow, continuing the fast pace he’s set. you moan nails scratching down chest to his abs making him spiral. “god you were made for me.” he says almost tearfully, you couldn’t really tell due to the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breaths, small words and wet squelching.
because i’m pretty when i cry i’m pretty when i cry
he’s not one to cry, even during a sad moment, he keeps his tears in until he’s alone. no one can see him vulnerable, ever. he’s also never been one to cry during sex, usually, he’s the one making his partner cry. although, since being with you, crying while being inside of you has become a repeated occurrence. the first time you had sex with him, he started to sob as he pounded into you nearing his climax. after reaching his peak and cleaning up he laid in bed while you showered, he cringed at the thought of him crying while being inside of a women.
‘you’re such a baby.’ he thinks, when he is snapped back to reality by the spot beside him sinking down meaning you were next to him. “was i too rough with you?” he rolls onto his side to face you, looking into your eyes before they fall to your swollen pink lips.
“no, you were perfect.” you smile tiredly at him, scooting closer to him, cuddling into his warmth.
he never was one for post-sex cuddling, but there was something different about this. it was comfortable, it was soothing, he wanted it.
“it was sweet.” you said, when he moved a piece of hair from your eyes.
“what was sweet?” he asked warily, hoping you wouldn’t bring up his crying. despite his hope you did. “how is that sweet? it’s pathetic.” he whines moving to lay on his back, hands hiding his face, embarrassment coursing through his body.
“i just, i don’t know. i’m glad i made you feel good.” you said nervously, positioning yourself stomach down, head on his chest looking at his hidden face. “don’t be embarrassed, it was cute.”
“cute? that was cute to you?” he said sounding agitated and now even more embarrassed. being described as ‘cute’ is worse than telling him he’s weak. he doesn’t want to be cute.
“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you.” you said now extremely nervous that you’d upset him, that any progress you’ve made with him now doesn’t matter. leaving your spot on his chest to now your back facing away from him, curled into yourself. trying to give him space so that he doesn’t feel more embarrassed with himself and annoyed with you.
he notices your change in behavior, now more aware that he had made you self-conscious. while he was embarrassed the last thing he’d want is to make you upset. you’ve only been dating for around 5 months but he’s sure that you’ll be his for the rest of eternity. “come here.” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you effortlessly so you’re laying practically on top of him. he’s thought about it for the past few weeks.
‘what’s so different about you?’ it’s that when you’re together any moment spent together, you could be having a natural conversation but even if it’s completely silent, it’s comfortable. you guys don’t have to talk when you’re together. you know how to be together and just enjoy it without talking or touching. he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. he cries while fucking you and it’s so pretty.
i’m stronger than all my men, except for you
while he nears his high, his thrust become animalistic, his moans become louder and whinier, sobs and pleasure making him shake, body covered in sweat, fat tears falling down his face making his skin shine. he’s so pretty like this. “i’m close, i’m so close.” he cries, his cock throbbing almost painfully waiting for your permission to release. “please,” more cries falling from his pretty lips. “please let me-” he moans loudly, back arching, hips harshly thrusting into your heat. “i’m gonna-” a loud sob escapes his throat as he pushes the head of his cock as deep as he’s able to, his big hands gripping your thighs pushing them down onto the sides of his pelvis while he shoots his cum deep onto your warm walls.
you collapse onto his chest, his length still buried deep inside. his hands still gripping your thighs, chest rising and falling, sweat making your skin stick together. you lift your head looking at his red fucked-out face. you kiss his tear streaked cheeks, before lifting off of him. his and your own release dripping out of your hole, he watches the liquid fall onto the sheets as you struggle to move off of him.
“i love you.” he laughs at the irony. he never believed he’d fall in love, but when he looks at you he knows that this is what love should feel like.
“i love you so much.” you respond, before continuing with a small tease, “you’re pretty when you cry.” he shoots you a dirty look but nonetheless chuckles.
i’ll wait for you, babe it’s all i do, babe
satoru gojo, jean kirstein, tengen uzui, choso, oikawa tooru, ken kaneki, osamu miya and any of your favs of course <33
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marycrispies · 1 year
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✨The Tanaka siblings (and Noya)✨
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polymorphin · 10 days
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an adorable ukai/takeda commission i recently did for @/evagirl_77 :)
my commissions are still open!
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