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[gingersnaaps]

untouchable

keishin just can't stand the thought of anyone else being your first.

wc: ~2.5k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): noncon, explicit n*fw, alcohol, corruption of innocence, virgin!reader, mild misogyny, possessive ukai, masturbation, fingering, teasing, friends to lovers but fucked up, fem!reader with inner genitals

a/n: written for @seita and their collab! also i probably fucked up the characterization but oh well

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To Keishin, you’ve always been untouchable.

He’d grown up alongside you - seen you go from your pretty pigtails to your grown-up bob, watched you turn from a schoolgirl into a woman. And through all those years, he’d always thought you were beautiful in the way that spring flowers are, all soft and sweet and dewy, your expression dripping innocence.

You’re pure. Unblemished. Perfect.

But that doesn’t mean he’s never admired from afar.

He almost hates it, these urges he gets. Keishin sees your stupid Instagram posts, your Facebook updates - in fact, he’s practically inundated with photos of you. He can’t escape the pictures of you in your summer skirts, grinning cheekily and holding up a peace sign, or the ones of you in your sundresses, the fabric lightweight and loose, cascading over your body in ripples.

And sometimes, after spending a few hours with you in person - maybe at a concert, maybe just catching up with you as friends - these urges he gets are too much for him to control, too much for just a cold shower to tamp down. He’ll lay his head back against his pillow, groaning in relief as he palms him cock, guilt gnawing him raw as he strokes himself to thoughts of the soft swell of your breasts, the barest brush of your hand - every exposed bit of your skin that he can conjure from his memory.

He always gets this empty feeling in the pit of his stomach after.

Keishin will reprimand himself, muttering about how creepy it is, how wrong it feels, how he’ll never do it again, but soon enough, he’s seeing your pictures all over his feed again, and you’re inviting him to some new outing.

He knows it’s not right, but he can’t really stop himself, either.

So when you call him up just days later, giggling and chatting his ear off about some new amazing discount at this local bar - look, Keishin, I promise it’s not far - going on and on about how he should join you in celebrating your latest raise at work, a wave of nausea sweeps over him. He should say no. He should make up some vague excuse, awkwardly laughing, brushing off your invitation while promising to make it up to you.

But it’s just been so long since he’s seen you.

He clears his throat, and his voice comes out dry and a little unsure on the other end. “Yeah. Yeah - I can go. See you there, [y/n], okay? Take care.”

Keishin hangs up the phone with a click before you even get a chance to respond, his hand unsteady and trembling.

-

He gets there before you do.

His fingers drum nervously against the tabletops, eyes scanning above the sea of overdressed, garish bargoers, looking around for any sign of you. It’s hard to make out faces among the crowd, all finer features clouded by the smoke and mirrors that dim lighting creates, but he’s looked at you enough times to be able to tell you apart with his eyes closed.

“Hey,” your voice greets, pressed close to his left side. “Never been to a bar before or what? Just relax, Keishin. We’re here to have a good time, right?”

He startles at your sudden appearance, flinching slightly. “Right,” he responds, a smile tugging at his lips.

He beckons the bartender over, ordering a few drinks, and you get settled into a routine of easy conversation. It doesn’t take long for you to get woozy, alcohol flooding your system as your cheeks flush and vision blurs. It loosens your tongue, loosens your wallet, and before long, you start losing track of the time of the drinks you order. All you know is that it feels good to let go, to lose yourself in the light-headed headspace you’ve found yourself in, the kaleidoscope of people around you dissolving until indistinguishable, walling off the rest of the world from just the two of you.

If Keishin’s going to be completely honest, though, he’s not really paying attention to what you're saying.

He’s paying attention to the men around you.

Maybe he’s just being paranoid, but he could swear that half the bar is leering at you, eyes following every movement of your body in ways that are absolutely unacceptable. He’s not an idiot. He knows what those other guys are thinking about; he knows how their dicks are straining in their fucking pants, how their thoughts must be wandering, he knows because he’s been there before.

Because even in the middle of a bar, surrounded by debauchery and alcohol and sluts, you look absolutely angelic. The halo of hair around your head looks so, so soft - he wants to stroke it, kiss it, use it as a handle to maneuver you around for him - and suddenly he’s consumed by thoughts of how much he wants to be the one to force you down around his cock, choking and sobbing, how much he wants to smear his cum on your gorgeous face and ruin you before anyone else can get to it. He can’t tear his gaze away from you as you shift closer, wobbling on your stool, completely oblivious to the way everyone else’s eyes are undressing you.

He knows you’re not doing this on purpose. You can’t be, no matter how many times you wiggle your ass on the bar stool, no matter how far up your thigh the hem of your skirt rides up. You wouldn’t tempt others like that. You’re just not that type of girl - you’re innocent, so open and guileless - you would never.

Keishin isn’t going to let anyone else fuck that up for him.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before some sleazy man comes along, his hands groping at your body, mouth whispering sinful words into your ear, and the mere thought makes him shudder with revulsion.

No, if anyone is going to wreck you, it’s going to be him.

When you eventually get too drunk, words slurring and half delirious, he catches you in his arms and leads you stumbling back to his own car. He revels in how peaceful you look with your eyes lidded with fatigue, clinging onto his arm as he drives back to his apartment.

He takes you inside with him.

“K-Keishin..” you mutter. “Where are we?”

He shushes you softly, carrying you to his off-white bedroom of popcorn ceilings and peeling wallpaper, of warm lights dimmed low and an eerie silence that suspends your surroundings in stillness. Laying you down on his half-made bed, he tenderly brushes aside the hair that frames your face as he crawls on top of you.

“I’m taking care of you, baby.”

Your eyebrows knit in confusion at his pet name, but your mind is still too woozy to fully comprehend the meaning behind his words.

But even a drunk girl like you knows that something’s not right when warm, calloused fingertips reach beneath your skirt and slip under the hem of your panties. You instinctively flinch away from his touch, trying to close your legs back up, but he brings a knee up between your thighs to rest at your cunt.

“Please,” you whisper, sobered from the rush of dread that runs tingling down your spine. “Please, Keishin. We’re friends.”

He ignores you, pressing down on your cunt until you’re squirming beneath him, his gaze softening as your breath hitches with desperation. “You don’t have to worry. I’m gonna make this virgin cunt feel so good,” he breathes. “Gonna show you just what real sex is supposed to feel like.”

He presses his lips to yours, his kiss gentle yet insistent, lips and wet tongue probing your mouth as if he’s trying to pry you apart and open you up. You can taste the alcohol on his hot breath, puffing lightly along your jaw as he trails his mouth further down, dragging his kisses sloppily down the crook of neck to where it meets your collarbone.

You tell yourself that it’s gross, that it’s overwhelming, but it’s impossible to hide the way your clit throbs against him as he flicks his tongue out to tease at your sensitive nipples, a moan almost involuntarily slipping from your lips. His mouth curls into a playful grin, teeth scraping roughly against your tits, and brings up the palm of his hand to cup your pussy.

“See?” he says. “This feels good.”

You cringe at his words, desperately bucking away from his touch, but there’s nowhere left for you to go - one arm cages in your small, frail body, the other strokes at your clit through the fabric of your panties, his mouth is sucking and nipping at the soft flesh of your tits - he’s everywhere, drawing patterns across your skin with lips and tongue, tracing feather-light circles on your pussy until you feel that desire in your cunt pulsing with need. “No,” you whimper quietly, almost as if you’re trying to convince yourself. “No, it doesn’t.”

Keishin ignores your weak protests, because he’s much too fixated on the way you look spread out beneath him. He didn’t think he’d ever get to see you this debauched, a flush riding high on your cheeks as you turn your head away in embarrassment, your hips bucking needily into his waiting hand, hair mussed and pupils blown out with lust.

You’re not the same girl he used to idolize, now that he’s seen you like this.

“I wonder how tight your pussy is,” he muses. “It hasn’t been tainted, right? Except for when you’ve touched yourself.”

Now there’s a sight he wants to see.

He withdraws from between your legs, but he moves his large hands to pry at your thighs and hold you in place. “I want you to do it for me,” he orders. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

You feel so fucking vulnerable in this position, legs forced apart and your glistening cunt bared to his hungry gaze, completely at the mercy of his whims and fancies, your body gone almost limp with fear at the thought of what he could do.

So you follow his directions like a good little girl.

You reach a finger to the entrance of your cunt, but the angle is awkward, and when you shove it inside, you’re barely able to feel even an inch of stretch. It’s frustrating, embarrassing, humiliating to be so helpless in front of Keishin, but you swallow the shame and begin to roughly thrust a finger in and out of your dry hole, even when the ache in your cunt is screaming for something much bigger - much more satisfying - to fill you up and satiate the need throbbing in your pussy.

He clicks his tongue mockingly. “Not good enough?” he asks. Keishin can tell from the pained expression on your face, from the slight twitching of your hips every time your stubby fingers brush against your g-spot, even though your face is turned away from him, and he knows what you’re really asking for with your panting and whining.

You’re asking for him.

Sweetheart, he’s more than okay with teaching you how to do it properly.

He moves your cramped hand away from its pathetic attempt at satisfying you, bringing a thumb up to rest at your clit, relishing at the way it pulses with need after just a few light circles. “More?” he asks.

Guilt is written all over your features, your eyes darting away, fingertips curling to grip at his sheets as he presses down more firmly. The twinge of stimulation sends white-hot arousal rushing to your cunt, your brain becoming hazy and unfocused, and the only thing you can think about is wanting more, more stimulation, more of his soothing words whispered in your ear, more of his deft touches and long, thick fingers.

“Mhm,” you whimper quietly. “Yes.”

Keishin stops the movement of his thumb, the warm palm of his hand resting against your throbbing clit. “More of what?”

You shake your head, embarrassment seeping into your veins. You don’t want to say it. You can’t say it.

He dips a finger into your cunt, teasing at the entrance before trailing light, soft touches up and down your folds. “Use your words, baby. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Please,” you beg, desperation written across your face. “Touch me.”

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asks, malice glinting in his eyes. He wants to hear you say those filthy words, wants his precious, innocent best friend to beg him to do the things he’d only ever dreamed of.

“My…” you trail off, eyes now hazy and unfocused as you blink back tears. “My pussy. Want your fingers inside my pussy.”

What a good girl.

“Knew you could do it for me,” he growls, slipping his finger deeper into your twitching hole. “When you want something, you have to learn to ask for it.”

He doesn’t hold back now, adding another thick finger inside to stroke and pet at your sensitive walls, pressing up against your g-spot firmly as his thumb rubs steady, even circles on your clit. The stimulation comes crashing down like a wave of relief for your sore, aching hole, his fingers playing with your cunt better than you ever could, reaching deeper inside you, stretching you out further, making you cream around his skilled digits until your hole is left fluttering and fucked out.

You barely have the energy to resist when he pulls out his cock, painfully hard and leaking, and fits it to the entrance of your pussy. He pushes in slowly, gently, his deliberate movement a facade of tenderness, stretching you out until the pleasure pulsing in your core becomes almost unbearable from how unhurried he’s fucking you.

“Holy shit,” he says, swearing under his breath. Keishin wishes all the other undeserving men at the bar could see you now, sprawled out on his bed like his own personal fuckdoll, your eyes rolled back into your head, gasping and moaning as he breaks in your virgin cunt. He knows he’s fucking you better than any other man ever could, wrecking you in ways you’ll think about years in future when you close the blinds and dim the lights and slip a hand between your legs.

And as he finishes, groaning in pleasure as the waves of an orgasm wash over him, he pulls out of your slippery cunt and watches as his thick spurts of cum land all over the soft, smooth skin of your chest and stomach, marking you as his.

You look so beautiful painted white.

No, maybe beautiful is the wrong word. You’d always been so pure in his eyes, so clean and untouchable, but looking down at your quivering form, he begins to finally see what he’d been to blind to all along. For the first time, he sees how slutty your tits are covered in his cum, how they’re almost pushed up to your chin when you’re lying on your back. When he squeezes at your thighs, your ass, your waist, the excess flesh spills over in all the places that make you perfect for fucking.

You’re not innocent anymore, he realizes with a sense of twisted satisfaction. Not after this.

You’ve been ruined, haven’t you?

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[gingersnaaps]

sleeping beauty

akaashi wants to make sure you're dreaming of heaven <3

wc: ~1k

tags/tw(PLEASE READ): dubcon bc of somnophilia, explicit n*fw, cunnil*ngus, he worships you while you're asleep basically, timeskip!akaashi, fem!reader with inner genitals

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Akaashi loves you when you’re energetic and excited, he really does - when your eyes gleam and sparkle, when you start fidgeting and moving back and forth, when your voice seems to practically bounce off the walls. He genuinely does like when your energy appears boundless.

But there’s just something about the way you look when you’re asleep.

He’d intended to go to sleep early tonight - his newest set of panels were due early the next day - and you’d obliged him by dozing off early. But as his eyes catch on your still form, the fantasies at the back of his mind that he’s pushed down for so long, lewd and wildly inappropriate for someone as respectable as him, overruns his train of thought.

Your cheeks are flushed from the warmth of the comforter, and your hair is messy from the way you’ve been tossing and turning. Your mouth is slightly open, and you look so relaxed that he can’t help but reach out and caress your face gently. Sure, you look perfectly normal for someone who’s sound asleep, but Akaashi can’t help but see the parallels in how you look when you’re turned on.

Maybe you are horny, he thinks.

He hasn’t gotten you off for quite a while now, ever since the two of you had become busier and busier at work. The spare time that you do have together are spent on dates, little excursions for just the two of you to the art museum, a restaurant, or even just a picnic at the nearby park. He knows you’re a romantic at heart, and he doesn’t mind playing that up just to see the way you blush and smile.

But he knows you still have needs, and to be frank, he does too. What kind of boyfriend would he be to pass up an opportunity as perfect as this one?

He pulls the comforters and the blankets aside, reaching for the hem of your pajama shorts. His breath catches when he sees the way the soft fabric clings to your puffy thighs, riding up so high he can make out the outline of your pussy. He trails a finger along your clothed cunt, feather-light and teasing, and notes how damp the fabric is with satisfaction.

You really do need this, don’t you?

Akaashi leans down, spreading your legs apart, and breathes softly onto your pussy. It’s so easy for him to just get lost when he’s between your legs like this, absorbed in the way you smell and taste, and with his nose inches away from your folds, he plans on savoring every moment. You twitch slightly, stirring in your sleep, just as Akaashi flicks his tongue out to wet the fabric.

You're sensitive, he notes, a playful grin curling at his lips. It’s so cute.

He tugs your pajama shorts down all the way, carefully lifting up your legs so that you don’t wake up. Not that it matters; Akaashi’s sure you wouldn’t mind even if you were awake - but you look so serene, so blissful, spread out like a perfect little doll for him, and he can’t bear the thought of disturbing you in a state like this.

He starts lapping at your clit with smooth, languid strokes. The rhythm he sets is unhurried, but it's not long before he can feel you practically dripping onto his tongue and down his chin. He probes around a bit more, caressing your inner folds, letting the flat of his tongue drag slowly from your aching hole all the way up to the mound of your cunt.

At that, he feels shivers wrack your sleeping body, a moan slipping from your lips. He can feel your heartbeat pulsing and throbbing on his tongue, and a surge of affection rushes through him.

Akaashi loves your cunt so, so much.

He pulls away slightly, dipping a finger in, a smile spreading on his face at the way you buck your hips desperately at the intrusion. You need this so much worse than you realize when you’re awake, he thinks. Your sleeping body is more honest by tenfold.

His finger slips deeper into your cunt, reaching deeper than your own hands could ever go, and curls at precisely the right spot. Your hole starts spasming and squeezing him, urging him deeper, but he knows he can’t stretch you out too badly right now.

Waking you up would ruin the moment.

He pulls out his finger, slick with your juices, and you whimper at the loss. But you don’t have to worry about him stopping, pretty girl, because he's not sure he could even if he tried. He replaces his digit with his tongue, plunging deep inside your pussy. Despite the heat rushing to his cock, the rhythm he sets is steady and smooth - he licks at your inner walls, thrusting up against your sweet spot until a shivery orgasm leaves you squirming around his tongue. He fucks you through it, and makes sure to coax out wave after wave of pleasure by swirling his tongue around gently.

Akaashi withdraws from between your legs, panting slightly, his mind hazy from the way your delicious cunt tastes. It’s heaven on earth, he thinks. As he reaches a hand up to wipe the mess you made from his face, he pauses and takes one last look at you.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs.

-

The next morning, you wake up to Akaashi’s alarm. The early morning sunlight streams in through the blinds, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow that dance on the bedroom floor. He apologizes for disturbing you, but you just giggle and reassure him that there’s no way you could’ve slept in today after the amazing rest you got. Amazing in more ways than one, you think, a flush sitting high on your cheeks.

“Keiji,” you say, sighing happily. “I had the most wonderful dream last night.”

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[gingersnaaps]

who would make his friends fuck you when you’ve been acting up? just a thot 😳

hehe i like the way you think

tw/tags: overstimulation, voyeurism, gangb*ng, mention of a tummy bulge

everything nasty below the cut

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the first character that comes to mind is makki. he’s got three friends, and guess how many holes you have? 

he loves watching the way you claw weakly at mattsun’s back as he stuffs you full of his cock. you can barely take all of him... makki has to help hold you down while your puffy cunt spasms around his length. you can almost feel the stretch in your tummy, and every thought in your empty head is replaced with how you can take him better and be a good girl for them. 

iwa and oikawa are no better. they’re not as big as mattsun, but oikawa’s silky sweet voice in your ear and his dextrous fingers circling your clit becomes overwhelming when iwa roughly shoves your throat full of his cock. makki will even take pictures for later, watching your cheeks flush in embarrassment as he shows you just how much a slut you really are inside.

the other one might not seem as obvious, but i really think aran would - not because he derives any particular pleasure from it, but because he knows just how effective of a punishment it is to be fucked by his friends.

he’s stayed close with atsumu and osamu over the years - they’re even teammates on the national team together - so he’s well acquainted with how competitive they get. he’ll watch impassively as the two twins manhandle you roughly back and forth, each competing to see who can fuck you better. it’s hard enough just to keep up with the stamina of one miya twin, so the two of them alternating back and forth always leaves you an overstimulated, quivering mess. when atsumu cock drags up against your sensitive wall until you cream, you barely get the chance to recover before osamu’s between your thighs, licking between your sensitive folds like you’re his last meal. 

and when aran takes you home, you’re always so obedient - too fucked out, too tired, to do anything other than what he says.

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[gingersnaaps]

making things right

you and iwaizumi just aren't meant to be, and if he has to fuck some sense into your little brain for you to understand, then so be it.

wc: 2.8k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): noncon, explicit n*fw, blackmail, emotional manipulation, emotional sadism, dumbification, degradation, fem!reader with inner genitals, has something resembling an actual plot

a/n: i couldn't decide which way i wanted to go with the plot, so i just did both. read a darker version of this here

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Oikawa really doesn’t like how much time Iwaizumi has been spending around you lately.

It’s not that he’s jealous, of course - that kind of pettiness is far beneath him - it just doesn’t seem right. It’s not the natural order of things for someone as pretty as you, all soft skin and glowing smiles, to be practically draped around Iwaizumi all the fucking time.

He’s counted, you know, and today was the thirty-eighth time that you’ve visited their lunch table and somehow ended up on Iwaizumi’s lap.

And doesn’t he also have to think of his team? The Spring Interhigh’s coming up, and it wouldn’t do for one of the most important players on the team to be constantly distracted. He’s seen the way Iwaizumi looks at you: it’s adoration encapsulated in a gaze, the kind of tenderness and admiration that he’s only ever seen Iwaizumi direct at himself.

Oikawa’s going to have to fix this, isn’t he? He’s going to have to make everything the way it should be.

-

He finds that he enjoys the constant planning and brainstorming and especially the fantasizing far more than he’d anticipated.

Oikawa notes down which days you go home immediately after school, which days you stay, and the routes you take home. He writes down all your friends in a little notebook, familiarizes himself with the classes you take, and pays extra attention to your mood swings.

Of course, as he spends more and more time detailing every aspect of your life, it’s only natural for his thoughts to… wander. In class, he catches his own attention drifting away from Japanese literature to thoughts of what you’d look like strung out on his cock, eyes squeezing out tears as he stuffs you full and claims your pussy. He thinks about how slutty your skirt looks when you’re bending over, and about how much he’d like to rip it off of you. He likes to imagine how Iwaizumi would react, too - the way he’d cry and sob and finally understand that you don’t belong with someone like him.

He finds that these thoughts allow him to tolerate Iwaizumi’s presence near you a lot better, even though the two of you have only grown closer as of late. When you start getting particularly obnoxious with your flirting, he just has to picture you screaming in pain as he fucks you dry, or think about the bulge in your throat from his cock shoved deep inside your mouth. And when he sees Iwaizumi finally ask you out on a date to the ramen place nearby, he almost feels sorry for how short-lived, how temporary, your romance is going to be.

As the weeks go by and the Interhigh draws near, Oikawa thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of how to make it happen.

It starts off almost too easy.

Oikawa’s usually the one who stays late after practice, slamming his serves into the opposite end of the court until his vision goes dizzy and his arms turn numb. But Iwaizumi - bless his generosity - had planned on staying after to help a few of the first years out with their serves.

He waits at the school gates, scanning the entrance for any sign of you. You should be finishing up with your little club soon if the notes he’d been keeping were any indication, and sure enough, he spots your bright teal jacket scurrying towards the gates after just a few minutes.

Oikawa plasters on his friendliest smile, waving you towards him. “Hey,” he greets. “Iwa-chan told me to wait for you today. Do you want to come over? He’ll be along in just a minute - he’s just cleaning up the gym a bit.”

“Aren’t you the captain?” you tease. “So much for being responsible.”

He forces out a laugh. Do you realize how insufferable you are? Because you’re really not doing yourself any favors with the way you’re acting. But he pushes down the surge of anger that threatens to spill over, because he knows you’ll change your tune as soon as you arrive at his place.

He can’t wait.

The walk home is filled with empty banter, useless conversation that flits back and forth on the most boring of topics. To be honest, Oikawa appreciates this - it gives him the mental room to think about much more interesting things, like the way your breasts are pushing against the jacket, or the slight sheen of your lip gloss. Or, alternatively, the way your breasts would look spilling out of his hands, and the way your shiny lips would look smeared with spit and cum.

He places a hand on your waist as he guides you inside his house, but you stiffen. “Isn’t Hajime supposed to have caught up to us by now?” you ask.

Hajime.

First name basis, huh?

It’s a small detail, but it’s the kind of change that has him seeing red at the periphery of his vision, the kind that makes him want to ruin your slutty body until it's bruised and leaking cum. He’s been friends with Iwaizumi for twelve years. Twelve years, and all he’s gotten from him is a nickname. You’ve known him for barely a fucking year, and here you are, sauntering away with his first name.

His hand on your waist tightens, gripping and squeezing at your lovely flesh until he can feel you wince in pain. “I’m afraid it might be a while,” he says, voice brittle.

“What do you mean?” you ask, turning around, your eyes widening.

Oikawa shoves you inside and slams the door. “I mean,” he hisses. “That your precious Hajime won’t be coming around anytime soon.”

Panic rises in your throat, but he slaps a hand over your mouth quicker than you can scream. All that escapes is a strangled cry, weak and thin, one that quickly dies out in the entrance hall of his house. It’s much too quiet to reach any neighbors, you realize with a sinking feeling. The last bit of faint hope you harbor in the back of your mind dies when you realize that there’s no concerned housewife coming to check on the commotion, no fumbling child who might stumble in on you and Oikawa. You’re alone. You’re fucked.

He’d made sure of it.

“Bitches like you are so stupid, aren’t you? Making me spell everything out for you.” His voice drips condescension as he yanks you by the hair towards the bedroom. There’s no reason to put up an act anymore, he thinks, so he can be as rough as he wants with his new toy - he just has to make sure he returns you in one piece to Iwaizumi. Oikawa’s sure he won’t mind if you’re a little beat up around the edges, a little used by the end of this.

As he throws you down on the bed, the thought gives him immense satisfaction. You’d been so eager to do things with Iwaizumi - he’d coaxed out embarrassed confessions from his friend over late-night calls - so he’s almost sure that you’re a needy slut during sex.

Of course, you’re not nearly so eager now, not when he’s holding your squirming body down on the bed.

“You do realize that this is what you get, right? It’s your fault for being this fucking easy. Should’ve thought a bit harder about going home with me. Did your mommy and daddy never teach you to not trust men?” he says, face curling into a smile.

You’re unable to get a word out, mouth dry and cottony from the fear that pierces you. He watches your eyes flicker between the bulge in his pants and his face, uncertain and wary, like a deer caught in headlights. Oikawa can’t help the sick pleasure that bubbles up within him at the look on your face.

“Please,” you say hoarsely. “Please.”

“You have to use your words, you know. You could be begging me to stop, but I think you like this. I think you’re begging me to get on with it,” he says.

Maybe he’s taking it a step too far with the dramatics, but he can’t bring himself to tone it down - not when he’s right about to get to the good bit, and certainly not when he sees those pretty tears trickling down your face.

He looks you up and down appraisingly. He’d always thought you were rather pretty, with your soft halo of hair and your glittering smile - but he can’t deny that there’s a special sort of charm in the way you fidget uncomfortably under his gaze.

It makes him hungry.

As he spreads your thighs apart, all he can think about is how much he wants to claim you, to ruin you, because that’s what he imagines fucking you is like: ownership and victory spread on his tongue while your juices drench his cock. All the filthy dreams he’s had, every fantasy he’s gotten off to late at night, and the stifling heat spreading through his core is begging him to fuck you, to ravish your tight hole until the only name you know is his own.

He doesn’t really want to bother with prep. He’s sure that stretching you out on three - no, maybe four fingers until you scream would be fun, but you don’t deserve that kind of special treatment. Aren’t sluts like you supposed to be wet all the time anyway?

You can feel the outline of his dick dragging along your soft thighs, pressing close to your cunt, a breathy moan escaping his lips from the friction of his sweatpants grinding against your body. It’s not long before he pulls his cock out all the way and strokes it a few times. He grabs at your hips, maneuvering you like a rag doll, and fits the tip of his cock at your fluttering entrance. Nudging at your hole, he pushes in just the head of his cock - enough so you can feel the sting of his girth, but not nearly deep enough to offer any real relief.

You whine involuntarily, and a grin lights up his face. “You’re desperate, aren’t you?” he asks, dragging a thumb against your lips. “Is it because Iwa-chan doesn’t fuck you well enough? Is his pathetic dick too small to fill up that hole of yours properly?” he leers. “I’ve seen his cock before… mine’s bigger, you know.”

“Fuck you,” you mumble. You’re dizzy from the fear and panic that clouds your brain, but anger still seeps into your veins at his crude words.

Maybe if your head was a bit clearer, you would’ve realized that only stupid girls talk back.

Oikawa’s hips snap into yours harshly, his cock tearing at your insides, and you let out a strangled gasp. You’re not prepared for how well his cock stretches you out - it’s curved in all the right places, ramming into your cervix, brushing up against your tender g-spot - and as he ruthlessly pounds your frail body into the mattress, your mind blanks, overloaded with sensation. You can’t remember who you are, or why you’re getting fucked. The only thing on your mind is the raw feeling of being cunt split wide open, of having your insides rearranged until you’re a drooling, dumb mess.

“Fuck who?” he asks, shoving two fingers inside your sloppy mouth,

“F- fuck…” you whisper. His fingers are gripping at your hips so tightly you can feel the skin beginning to bruise, and there’s just too much to handle. He’s everywhere; his fingers probe around your mouth, making you gag, and his cock drags along your tender walls until you’re left quivering around his length.

He leans down to kiss at your forehead, his lips brushing tenderly against your hair. “You can do it, baby,” he encourages, cooing at you. “You can say it.”

“Fuck me,” you whimper quietly, cheeks burning with shame.

“Good girl,” he says, voice sickly sweet. “I knew you could do it for me.”

Fucking you feels so much better once you’re compliant, he thinks. He slows down a bit, savoring the sensation of your cunt twitching uselessly while you writhe on the bed in pleasure. He feels a sharp jolt of arousal as he looks at the marks he’s left all over you, admiring how the angry bruises on your hips and waist are beginning to purple.

You tug at his shirt, sniffling and crying. “Please,” you beg. You’re not sure what you’re asking for anymore, not even sure whether you want Oikawa to stop or continue, but you can’t handle the way he’s slowly fucking you senseless.

He raises an eyebrow. “You want it faster?” he asks cruelly, bouncing you into his cock. There’s no response on your end, but Oikawa thinks he’ll take that as a yes. And if that’s what you want?

Well, that’s what you get.

The hum of pleasure in your core intensifies as he picks up speed again. This time, he angles his cock until it grinds down harshly on your sensitive spot, leaving your legs limp and body helpless as your cunt tightens like a vice. As you shudder from the orgasm that washes over you, he spills into your pussy until your hole is leaking white down your thighs.

You can feel him laughing softly as he pulls out and climbs to rest beside you, leaving you stuck in a pool of your own sweat and cum and. He wipes the remaining cum off of his cock, smearing it on your face, but you barely react. You feel so dirty, so tainted and violated, but you’re not sure you could move even if you tried - his cock has left you boneless and made sure that every square inch of your body is sore and aching.

“Well,” he says, breathless. “Better run home unless you want Iwa-chan to know you’ve been all used up.”

Hajime? Your eyes widen, welling up with tears.

Oikawa unlocks the phone in his hand and presses play.

The sounds that echo through the empty room make you feel like screaming, because there’s no denying the solid, tangible proof that’s being played back. Your breathy moans are clear as day, and it’s unmistakable when you hear yourself begging Oikawa to fuck you harder, faster, to split you apart on his cock.

With a sinking feeling, you know there’s no explanation that would ever satisfy Hajime if he heard this audio. You can already see the pain in his eyes if he were to find out that his best friend for the past twelve years had ruined you, fucked you so thouroughly that you could barely tell the difference between pain and pleasure.

You don’t want that, you realize miserably. You can’t have that.

“I’m not going to send it,” he says. He sees hope creep into your expression, as if you’re almost daring to believe that you could go back to your normal life after this little session, but he doesn’t feel any pity for you when he speaks again.

“Not if you stay away.”

You and Hajime don’t belong together anyway, so why would he be sorry?

Your eyes drop as you inhale shakily. Oikawa watches you fumble around for your clothing, entertained by the way you trip and stumble as your weak legs attempt to hold you upright. It makes for an awkward, ugly image - but he can’t deny the warm thrill of satisfaction that runs up his spine as you slink out of his bedroom.

He’s finally making things right.

-

When you go to school the next day, you’re glad that you don’t have any classes with Hajime for the first time ever. It makes it easier to avoid him, and you purposely choose to sit as far away as possible from their table in the lunchroom. You don’t bother responding to his messages either, every single text of his sending a bitter jolt of pain through you, and you eventually block his number.

Weeks later, you’re not sure he’d believe you even if you were to explain everything. What would you even say? That you’d been ignoring him and ghosting him because his best friend of twelve years had raped and blackmailed you? That someone he knows and trusts was capable of devastating violence? Oikawa and him seem closer than ever, and you start to wonder at your own stupidity. To think that you could ever get in between a bond as close as theirs - maybe Oikawa was right all along.

You’re walking home alone one day, the hazy late-day sun bathing the roads in a shimmering heat, when you hear footsteps and a voice behind you. Your heart hammers unsteadily, getting ready to run, when you hear three words that make your stomach drop.

“I’ve missed you.”

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tw/tags: explicit n*fw, cockwarming, daddy kink, size kink, fem!reader, help i've been having so much matsukawa brainrot lately

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issei knows that it’s hard for you to take all of him during sex.

that’s why he’s helping you practice, of course. right before the two of you dim the lights, ready to go to sleep, he spreads your thighs apart, drizzling cold lube onto your warm cunt until your folds are slick and dripping.

“daddy,” you whisper, squirming at the sensation. “i might not be able to fall asleep if you’re inside me.”

well, sweetheart, you’re just going to have to try your best, aren’t you?

he positions you on your side until you’re nestled inside his embrace, the tip of cock pressing up against your entrance. your clit pulses with arousal at the thought of him stretching you out, his long, thick cock pushing up against your cervix and dragging against your sensitive, fluttering folds, and your rock back slightly as if prompting him for more.

“so eager,” he notes, his voice low and teasing, pressed close to your ear. you can feel your insides throbbing at his words, and an involuntary whine slips from your lips.

“please, daddy.”

he’s all too happy to oblige. sinking slowly into your warm, wet, hole, your insides burn at just how big he feels as he pushes in inch by inch; by the time he bottoms out, your legs are trembling from the stretch, mouth slightly agape as drool leaks down your chin. he doesn’t move, instead maneuvering you until he’s embedded as deep inside as possible.

it’s a bit hard for you at first - despite the dull, throbbing pain that has your insides aching, it takes everything for you to not squirm against his cock in search of more friction. your fluttering cunt is practically begging for some kind of stimulation, but he just chuckles, holding you firmly in place, even as slick runs down your thighs and makes a mess all over the sheets. you stay in the same position, all tense and wound up, until fatigue seeps into your limbs and your eyelids grow heavy with sleep.

by the next morning, issei’s sure you’ll be perfectly stretched out.

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stress relief

i feel like iwa would be the type of person to start off gentle hehe

wc: 1.5k~

tags/tw(PLEASE READ): noncon, explicit n*fw, choking, forced creampie, forced unprotected sex, criminal/shady iwa, sex worker!reader, lil bit of degradation/humiliation, fem!reader, pwp

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When he stumbles in through the door of the run-down motel room with bandages wrapped around his knuckles and blood trickling down his forehead, you know you’re in for a hell of a night.

Iwaizumi had rung you up just half an hour ago, breathless and demanding and more desperate than you’d ever heard him sound before. You’re still not sure exactly what it is that he does - the answer to that question isn’t really for you to find out- but it makes enough for him to buy your body and your time for a night whenever he wants.

Lately, he’s been wanting it more and more often.

He flicks off the dirty yellow glare of the overhead lights, making his way to your bed. It’s dark outside, but the soft glow of the street lamps and tail lights illuminates his face as he nears. It’s covered with welts and bruises.

“Baby,” he whispers. “Come here.”

Crawling into his lap, you rest your head in the crook of his neck. “Shitty day?” you ask. It’s a pointless question, because the answer is far too obvious. But it fills up the silence, brings a sense of intimacy to a situation that is anything but intimate.

Iwaizumi hums in affirmation. His hands begin to wander, grazing over your stomach, groping at your thighs, squeezing at the supple flesh of your breasts. He’s done this more times than he can count, but every time he gets to touch your body feels like a reward for him.

Of course, it helps that you’re dressed up nicely for him.

His gaze flickers over the white lace of your lingerie greedily, taking in every detail of the way the fabric digs into the soft meat of your thighs and stomach. He trails a finger over your panties, and the dampness almost clings to his skin in a way that sends heat jolting down to his stomach.

He’s had enough of waiting.

Iwaizumi hooks his thumb on the waist of your panties and drags downwards. You wriggle in his lap, trying to help him out, but his grip on your waist suddenly grows firmer.

“Stay still,” he murmurs. “Let me do it.”

You comply, your body going limp as his hands slip your panties off and spread your thighs apart. The palms of his hands are warm, and you can’t help but let out a moan at the way he maneuvers you until you’re open for him. Iwaizumi trails soft, teasing kisses from your hair all the way down your jaw, tongue flicking out to lick at your earlobe. The motion sends pleasant shivers through your body.

He starts rubbing firm, insistent circles around your clit, and it’s not long until the wetness starts leaking out onto his fingertips. He looks down at you, a crooked smile appearing on his face.

You’re so fucking perfect.

“Open up, baby,” he coaxes, moving his hand up to your jaw. “Want you to taste just how fucking good this pussy is.” Iwaizumi’s words are gentle, but the force with which he holds your mouth makes you feel helpless in his grasp.

He watches intensely as you wrap your lips around his fingers and start sucking, laving your tongue around each digit. When he withdraws them, glistening and dripping wet, he can���t help the hunger that curls tight in the pit of his stomach.

You’re going to look so good spread out on his fingers, and even better when he finally fucks you stupid on his cock.

This time, there’s no facade of delicacy or hesitation when he shoves two thick fingers inside. You instinctively tighten around them, and he lets out a moan at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. He curls his fingers, probing and caressing relentlessly until he finds the spot that makes you twitch and squirm on his lap. Your eyelashes flutter and your breath hitches. Iwaizumi looks down at you - flushed, panting, and pliant for him - and his eyes gleam with satisfaction. You’ve had enough prep, he decides.

You mewl at the loss of his fingers, but he clicks his tongue. “Don’t worry, baby. I know it feels good now, but I promise I can make it even better.”

Your eyes widen. It’s too cute, really.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, stroking it languidly a few times. He pulls you closer, every warm breath of his puffing against your neck, and hoists you up until your slit is rubbing against his length.

You stiffen.

“Iwa,” you whisper. “Need a condom, remember?”

He lets out an easy chuckle at your protest. “It’s okay, baby. Just this once. I’ve had a shitty day, remember? Like you said.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head vigorously. “You have to put one on. It’s one of my rules.”

“It’s one time. Promise.”

His voice remains low, but the hand around your waist suddenly tightens as you attempt to pull away. A hand clamps over your mouth just as you begin to shriek, panic setting in, but the dread in the pit of your stomach tells you what you already knew.

There’s no escape here.

“Also,” he growls, his lips pressed harshly against your ear. “I don’t care about your stupid fucking rules.”

He grabs your thighs out from under you, pushing your face down into the mattress. A hand tangled into your hair keeps you in place, and you let out a useless cry of pain as he tugs hard. He scoffs at your struggle. You can’t really move in this position, but when you try, all you end up doing is wiggling your ass. You realize it does the opposite of deterring him, right?

The tip of his cock rests at the entrance of your pussy, and you tense in anticipation. He frowns. You really should relax. It would make this process easier, but he doesn’t really have a problem with making things a little bit painful for you either.

He thrusts in with one harsh stroke. There’s no softness or tenderness, but you still can’t help but react with an involuntary shudder.

Iwaizumi laughs. “Like a trained response, huh?”

You bury your face deeper into the mattress in embarrassment, but the shame only grows when your cheek presses against sheets wet with your teels and drool. He starts moving, each stroke deep and fast, pounding against your cervix. The squelching noise of your wet cunt reverberates around the silence of the motel room.

Iwaizumi really can’t help it when he finds a hand automatically drifting to the base of your neck. He’s high off of his little power trip, and there’s nothing stopping him from taking it a step further - to the fantasy he’s always jerked himself off to late at night, imagining how your eyes would look rolled back into your head and gasping for breath.

As he wraps a rough, calloused hand around the back of your throat, he squeezes tight. You start thrashing around, but he leans down over your body. His presence is suffocating; one hand is wrapped around your neck, the other traps you under his arms, and you’re strung out on his cock to the point where you can barely move.

“The faster you make me come, the sooner I’ll let you breathe,” he spits.

You mumble incoherently. It doesn’t really matter what you wanted to say in response, because you understood the message he was trying to get across. You clamp down on his cock tighter than a vice, and he groans in pleasure.

He knew this was the right decision.

Iwaizumi doesn’t last long after that, his cock thrusting desperately into your warm, wet hole as you sputter and choke into the mattress. With a stuttered moan, he spills his cum deep into your womb. You can feel the warm, sticky fluid running down your thighs, and when he finally pulls his cock out, his seed stays buried deep inside.

Your pretty cunt looks better painted white. Iwaizumi grins.

“This is why whores like you are my favorite to fuck,” he says. “You never say no. You don’t mean it, at least.”

You don’t have the energy to do anything other than sniffle quietly. He doesn’t move to get up and leave, even though you wish he would. Instead, he moves closer, wrapping his arms around your spent, limp body.

“You were made for me, baby,” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He stares out at the dimly lit street from beyond the hotel window, noting how peaceful and quiet it is. There was really no reason for him to be scared to do what he’d always wanted, he realizes. In fact, he takes a look down at your pretty face, streaked with runny mascara and red from crying, and decides he much prefers you this way.

Iwaizumi’s day is a whole lot better now.

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tags/tw's: explicit n*fw, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, suna likes being cruel, fem!reader + inner genitals

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no.

it’s a easy word, short and sweet, and it just so happens to be one of suna’s favorites. it doesn’t matter if he actually says it out loud or not: it’s the act of denying you that makes a thrill run up his spine and leaves his cock stiffening with arousal.

he spreads your legs apart, licking smooth, languid strokes up and down your slit, narrowed gaze pinning you against your mattress. his tongue is long and so stupidly flexible, flicking against your clit and nudging into your hole, slipping in and out and along your folds, steadily building that unbearable pleasure in your cunt until your thighs strain from trying to close your legs.

your slick drips down your thighs, making a mess on the mattress, running in rivulets down his chin, and he smiles lazily up at you. “wanna cum yet?” he asks, pressing soft kisses against the fat of your thighs.

but you’re a stubborn girl, aren’t you? you’re not going to give in so easily. you glare at him half-heartedly, eyelids fluttering in arousal as he runs a feather-light finger over your clit.

oh well. he knows you’re going to crumble sooner or later. he spreads the lips of your cunt apart with his fingers, his gaze predatory and hungry, before delving back in like a man starved. he sucks at your clit, slurping greedily, the pressure constant and almost unbearable. you can feel the orgasm building too-quick in your stomach already.

he always pulls back, though, right when he feels the walls of your pussy clenching a bit too tight, right when your breathing grows unsteady and erratic. he’ll keep you strung along the edge for hours if he has to, crooked fingers rubbing against your sweet spot, tongue circling over your clit, pushing you further and further until you whimper sweetly and your legs begin to tremble.

he might not even let you cum at all tonight. wouldn’t that be such a shame?

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hi ! i just read your kenma drabble and id like to ask u to write degrader dom kenma

it's ok if u don't want to !! btw i love your writing <3

yesyesyes mean kenma!! this panel keeps me up at night...

tw/tags: explicit n*fw, degradation, sex toys, timeskip!kenma, fem!reader

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whenever you dissapoint kenma, it’s never the physical punishments that get to you - although they’re far from painless, leaving bruises blooming violet on your ass and angry streaks of red on the tender skin on your thighs and back - it’s his words.

his insults are always so acerbic, so dismissive, so explicit, as if he knows exactly what weighs heavy on your mind, all the things you’re most embarrassed about. it barely takes him a cursory glance, eyes running critically over the arch of your back and the slight clenching of your thighs, and he knows exactly what kind of filthy, filthy thoughts are running through your head. 

so needy, he whispers. it’s disgusting how desperate you are.

and you hate how you always end up proving him right by the end of the night, your hips thrusting for any friction you can get as he lazily shoves a long, thick dildo inside your fluttering cunt, dragging the curved tip of the silicone against your sensitive walls until your body is shuddering with drawn-out pleasure. i don’t even have to be gentle with whores like you. you’ll take anything you can get, right?

it’s your screams and whimpers that answer him instead of your words, but he really doesn’t need any verbal confirmation when the evidence is right there in front of him. he can hear the guilt and desperation in every shaky inhale, see the forced pleasure you try and suppress in the tear stains on your pillowcase. if you’re trying to hide how good being treated like this makes you feel, it's not working very well.

he revels in the way your body trembles when he trails a hand down your cheek, his golden eyes boring harshly into yours.

this is the only thing you’ll ever be good for.

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thinking about kuroo.....

thinking about kuroo who downplays everything you say but he's so funny about it.....

thinking about kuroo who laughs when you try to chime in with a helpful comment about his work but he's so charming about it.....

thinking about kuroo who fucks you like an animal every night, who fucks you until you're babbling.....

thinking about kuroo who makes you repeat the most disparaging comments about yourself like how you're dumb and you need him and he's the only one who should think for you.....

thinking about kuroo who watches as those supposed-bedroom only kinks start ingraining in your subconscious, your confidence.....

thinking about kuroo who internally sings as you ask him for his opinion on more things, eventually not being able to do basic tasks without his input.....

thinking about kuroo who met you when you were smart, confident, and independent and has made you think so low of yourself that you're nothing except his clingy, dumb baby (and you'll never be anything else)

kuroo def listens to male manipulator music

tw/tags: dubcon, explicit n*fw, dumbification

you barely even notice it at first. they’re not the kind of red flags that come with flashing neon lights, not the kind that immediately puts you on pause. it’s just... how he is, right? 

kuroo’s a smart guy. he’s better at a bunch of academic stuff than you, at least - not that you really mind. it would make sense if he corrects you sometimes, if he laughs off your opinions, brushing your input aside good-naturedly. you’ll eagerly sit there, listening intently as he goes on and on about his latest hobbies, or what he read in the news this morning. you’re confident enough in your own abilities to just indulge him as he rambles on.

but it does kind of hurt sometimes, doesn’t it? 

when you try to show him how to do something the right way, or disagree with an opinion he holds, he’s always so quick with his retorts, so eager to remind you of why he’s right.

are you sure you know what you’re talking about?

i took a class on this, you know.

eh, if you don’t really have any evidence to back up what you’re saying, then just don’t talk.

it’s a slow, subtle thing, barely noticeable until you suddenly realize you’re doubting yourself at every turn. when your professor asks questions, you no longer raise your hand, and when your friends go to you for advice, you just laugh it off. what could you even offer in the first place, after all?

when kuroo starts to notice this, he gets a little bolder. you can handle it now, he thinks.

usually, he saves the really nasty stuff for the bedroom, because it’s easier to get you accustomed to it that way. he’ll call you a pretty slut, a stupid fucktoy, telling you over and over again how the only thing you’re good for is warming his cock at night - and you can’t deny that it turns you on, that it sends heat rushing to your cunt until you’re grinding on his thigh all needy and desperate. he likes seeing the way you flush with embarrassment as he curls his fingers inside your cunt, petting that sensitive spot until you’re twitching and spasming, playing with you as if you’re a sex doll.

and when you’re eyes glaze over, he takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear about how dumb little girls like you should know better than to pretend in front of him. it’s okay to not know things, he reassures you. it’s okay if you feel like your empty mind can’t solve math problems or write english essays - as long as you still understand who you belong to, as long as you know your true purpose as his fucktoy. kuroo will be there to take care of you, to tell you right from wrong, to explain things that you just can’t seem to understand.

and when his words and rhetoric start seeping into the rest of your life, you find that you don’t really mind. what could you have left to desire? you have him there to take care of you, to tell you what to wear and what to say, to fuck your brains out and rock you in his arms until you fall asleep. 

kuroo always did like stupid girls the best.

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tags/tw's: explicit n*fw, scratching during sex, masochism, fem!reader, oikawa enjoys driving you crazy hehe

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oikawa likes it when you mark him up.

he likes knowing that he’s fucked you well enough to make you lose your mind, limbs flailing as you rake your pretty little nails down the smooth skin of his back. the pain almost feels like a reward for him, a reminder that you can’t hold yourself back as he rolls his hips and thrusts his cock even deeper into the pulsing walls of your hot, wet, cunt.

he’ll purposely slow down his strokes, dragging his cock inside your sensitive pussy at an unbearable pace, eyes glittering as a smirk curves at his lips.

he likes making you go insane.

tears of frustration well up in your eyes, wetting your lashes as you utter your desperate pleas. “faster,” you whimper. “please, tooru. go faster. i want more, please please please- ”

and when those pretty cries are accompanied by the exhilarating feeling of your nails digging in just a bit too hard, he really can’t resist. his cock throbs with arousal at the searing pain in his back, breath quickening as he looks down at your flushed, depraved expression, reveling in the hunger in your eyes.

he fucks you fast enough to leave you clinging on for dear life after that, hips snapping roughly as you bounce back and forth on his cock. the pace he sets is reckless and brutal, ramming his cockhead into your sweet spots, leaving you spent and stupid with bruises blooming inside you. in exchange, you leave him angry lines of pink and red, running crisscross over his body as if it were a blank canvas for you to inscribe proof - proof of your devotion, the depth of your lust, the strength of your love.

the other players in the locker room can stare all they want.

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on my tongue // timeskip!tsukishima, explicit n*fw, fem!reader. part two of the nights drabbles

sex lays him bare, body and soul.

cheeks flushed pink, breathing heavy in the quiet room, his glasses askew from the way he trembles beneath you - tsukishima looks as if he’s about to fall apart at the seams. his lips have tightened into a thin line, eyes gone glassy with pleasure as you grind your hips down on his cock and drag your puffy, throbbing, clit against him.

you fist your fingers in the blonde curls at the nape of his neck, tugging hard, and he lets out a ragged, breathy, moan.

he hates it.

hates the vulnerability, hates the way he loses control, hates how he has nowhere to hide as you rip an orgasm from his stuttering hips.

his dick feels raw as you ride him all the way through, your messy, swollen, cunt leaking with his thick cum. you look so perfect stuffed full, so pretty, the skin-to-skin contact leaving you a whiny, fucked out mess. he wants to sear this image of you in his mind forever, bouncing desperately on his achy, softening, cock in order to get yourself off.

he loves it, loves you, and he can’t have that.

“slow down,” he groans, voice bleeding raw, a hand pushing weakly against your chest.

he can’t fake indifference now, can he? not with his sheets stained wet, not with your clothes strewn on his bedroom floor, not when you’re gazing up at him through your half-lidded eyes with lust and want and need.

his skin prickles uncomfortably. he wants his clothes back on.

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tw/tags: explicit n*fw, blowjob, deepthroat, crying, gn!reader, atsumu being a lil impatient

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atsumu likes choking you with his cock.

he loves your blowjobs in general, loves how eager you are as you climb between his legs and trail soft kisses along his thighs, tongue darting out to kitten-lick the precum beading at the tip of his cock. you always look so pretty on your knees for him, his hand stroking at your soft hair as you worship him with your mouth.

he’ll let you pretend like you’re in control for a little while, your tongue and lips tracing those feather-light patterns that leave him shuddering, lets you take your time, working his cock until it grows heavy and painfully hard against his thigh.

atsumu is all too happy to satiate your little oral fixation, but at the end of the day, patience really isn’t one of his virtues.

it’s only so long before he helps you out, gripping your hair tighter while his fingers force their way into your mouth, coaxing your throat open until he can fit his entire length in. he wants to see your plush lips wrapped around the base of his dick, pretty face pressed so close he can almost feel the silvery tears on your eyelashes; he wants you gagging and choking, your throat fluttering around his cock as you make those pretty noises of desperation.

you sound even better when he finally lets you come up for air, panting and gasping shakily as he drags you off of him. and the best part? you’re always so eager to get right back to it.

“i c- i can take it,” you mumble, drool running down the corner of your chin as you look up at him. your eyes are misty with tears, nose and cheeks flushed from crying. and as his hands insistently guide your head lower, fitting your soft, silky mouth to his cock again, he knows it’s true.

you’re just so fuckn’ good for him, aren’t you?

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tw/tags: noncon, explicit n*fw, cunnilingus, gunplay, fem!reader, timeskip!hinata being scawwy hehe

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the broad expanse of his tanned, sun-kissed shoulders corner you in until your back is flush against the wall, your body curled up on the bed with nowhere to hide. it’s been years since you’d last seen hinata, but he hasn’t forgotten you.

how could he?

he leans down until his face is pressed close to yours, breath huffing and eyes gleaming with intensity. “it won’t hurt too much,” he assures you. “not if you stay still.”

and you’ll listen to him, won’t you? you’ll be good for him, even as he tugs down your jeans and starts touching you in places you don’t want him to, even as his fingertips leave bruises blooming on your thighs and your hips, his head buried between your thighs as his tongue licks delicate stripes along your cotton panties. he pulls them aside, tongue flicking at your clit until your wetness trickles down your thighs, teasing at your folds with long, languid strokes while he presses soft kisses on your little mound, playing with your pussy until it turns all cute and swollen, clenching around nothing and aching to be filled.

you don’t move the entire time, just like he told you to.

back then, he was always so eager - to play, to win, to have a good time - and he looks just as excited as fits the barrel of the gun to the entrance of your cunt.

“you’re doing so good for me, baby,” he encourages. “not making a fuss or complaining. after all, we don’t want any accidents, do we?”

when he fucks you with the gun, it’s almost embarrassing how greedy your pussy becomes, how easily you suck in the cold metal barrel, the sloppy noises echoing around in the empty room as you rock back and forth. you don’t dare to check if the safety’s on or off - all you’re capable of is sitting still like the perfect fucktoy, eyes watering with pain as he rams the gun into your cervix and stretches you out further than any cock ever did.

the look in his eyes terrifies you. it’s so bright, so gleeful, glinting with mirth and pleasure as he tears you open. he’s having so much fun, baby - and you must be too, right?

he presses his lips close to your ear, prompting a shudder to run down your spine.

“bang,” he whispers.

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tw/tags(PLEASE READ): aftermath of r*pe, torture, chemical burns, cleanup after s*x, uh bleach, timeskip!sakusa

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sakusa is beyond thorough with his cleanup. after all, he doesn’t want to leave behind any traces, any evidence, any indication at all that he may have once been here.

“open your legs,” he says, eyes glittering. he wipes his cum off your thighs with a sanitary wipe, damp and cold to the touch in a way that sends shivers rattling down your spine. he does it so carefully, painstakingly cleaning between every crevice on the surface of your sticky, stained skin, his touch gentle enough that in any other circumstance it would almost be loving.

he looks down at you, checking his work, and shudders in revulsion. it’s not enough.

he can’t see his cum on you anymore, but he can’t shake the feeling that there’s something so undeniably filthy about you, tainting your surroundings and dirtying every single surface you touch. you’re so fucking lewd; he wants to get rid of it, get rid of everything you’ve ruined.

he reaches for the bleach.

your eyes widen as you recoil, desperately trying to back away - but you don’t get far before he grabs you, squeezing so tightly at your wrist your fingers start to numb and purple. “hold still,” he hisses.

you obey him, of course. what choice do you have?

when he pours the bleach all over your soft hair and tender body, sakusa finally feels like his skin has stopped crawling. even when he watches you scream in excruciating pain, the bleach burning where it comes into contact with your naked, shaking body, your hands scratching at your eyes because it hurts so bad you think you’ve gone blind, he stays remarkably calm. he’s just doing what needs to be done, he thinks, reaching for your mouth and prying your jaw open.

as he watches the bleach trickle down your throat, your pathetic gurgling noises are almost soothing to him. he wonders if you’re choking right now.

for the first time since he’s laid eyes on you, sakusa finally feels at ease.

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tw/tags: explicit n*fw, dubcon, sadism, dacryphilia, degradation, spanking, brief mention of blood, fem!reader

i've got captain yamaguchi on my mind

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tadashi's got a thing for making you cry. it might be one of his favorite views in the entire world: your fat, silvery, tears rolling down your cheeks, pain evident in your watery eyes as you bite your lower lip in frustration. it doesn’t really matter how he goes about it - whether it’s a few mean words, or a spank so harsh it leaves blood prickling at your skin - because what he cares about is the end result.

he loves it when you break.

“you’re pathetic,” he whispers, dragging the pad of his fingers through your sloppy, dripping cunt. “is this really all you’re good for? what a fucking whore.”

lips hovering millimeters away from your ear, his voice is soft, his murmurs almost loving. he presses kisses to your hair before shoving his fingers deep enough inside your hole to make you wince. god, the way your cunt looks all stretched out on his hand - it makes such a pretty sight, your clit swollen and throbbing as slick drips down his fingers, your walls pulsing involuntarily as he fingers your greedy pussy.

he shoves your face into the pillow, hand tightening around your hair until a broken whimper leaves your mouth. “you gotta keep it down,” he coos, muffling your noises. you realize faintly that it’s getting harder to breathe.

his hand leaves your cunt and you find yourself clenching around nothing, a wave of humiliation running hot through your body. soon enough, though, he’s groping at your ass, squeezing and pinching your soft flesh so hard it hurts.

he brings his palm swiftly down, white-hot pain flaring across your skin as you sob and jolt forwards in shock. you hear a soft, cruel, laugh somewhere above you, his fingers dancing across the surface of your tingling skin, and you shiver in anticipation.

tadashi wants to make sure the pillowcase is as wet as your cunt when he’s done with you.

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tw/tags: suggestive content, possessiveness, one "daddy", fem!reader, iwaizumi gets jealous in public hehe

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it’s not like he can help it when his jealousy flares up in public.

you’re dressed in a pretty wrap dress, delicate and gauzy, clinging to the outline of your body, hugging every curve, the fabric rippling to accommodate the arch of your back and the shape of your ass. he thinks that this one might be the shortest you’ve ever worn in front of him, judging from the way it bares the soft flesh of your thighs.

and other people are staring. they’re staring at what belongs to him, gaze drifting all over your body in unmistakably lewd ways. even worse, you’re enabling them. his piercing green eyes stare coldly as he watches you flirt with the cashier, voice high and sweet, easy laughter woven in between your phrases and a honeyed smile tugging at your lips.

as the two of you walk away, he places the palm of his hand onto your lower back, and you swallow nervously. “you shouldn’t have done that,” he growls threateningly. “fucking brat.”

“i’m not sure what you’re talking about, iwa,” you giggle.

iwa. the nickname is flippant, playful, downright disrespectful, and he knows you’re doing it on purpose; he can see the defiance in your glittering eyes, the way you nervously fidget with the hem of your dress, the underlying challenge in your voice to see just how far you can take this.

well, baby, if you’re looking to play that game - he’s more than happy to oblige. iwaizumi snakes his hand further down until he reaches the taut flesh of your ass, squeezing firmly at all the places where he’d left those pretty marks the previous night, and grins in satisfaction as you shudder in pain. he leans down, lips brushing against your ear, voice low and dangerous.

“oh, i think you know exactly what daddy’s talking about.”

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