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wrentaro · 2 years
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i feel like being around rengoku would feel like a breath of fresh air. like, one of those breaths that feels satisfying. he’s someone whose proximity is soothing. when he wraps you in his arms, you can feel yourself completely relax - it feels as though you are truly safe, body and spirit.
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wrentaro · 2 years
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there is nothing that makes me melt faster than an intense stare. one that pierces your soul and actually sees you. i could dissolve in front of eyes like that.
who has eyes like that, you may ask? in my personal opinion:
kenma, kuroo (obvs), oikawa, kyotani, AKAASHI, ushi
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wrentaro · 2 years
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the older i get the more i appreciate men who whimper. in my earlier days i would have melted at the thought of a dude absolutely manhandling me, but i’d like to think i’ve grown.
i like gentle hands. kisses between the shoulder blades. soft sighs. vulnerability!!
now, in the infinite wisdom of my maturity, i know that rengoku would be the one to treat you right. he would hold you so gently, cradle your face between his hands. place a gentle kiss on your nose, breathe into your skin how much he adores you. and THAT, folks, is the dream.
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wrentaro · 2 years
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every day i mourn the loss of all the fics i read in my youth that have been lost to the winds of time (or deactivated tumblr accounts). i think about them daily, they’ve shaped who i am as a person, and yet i’ll never find them again.
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wrentaro · 2 years
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we warned you about that anime shit
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wrentaro · 3 years
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i LOVE some good banter. i think part of my recent and thorough obsession with makki and kuroo have to do with that. they are so quick-witted (and tongued - hehe) and always keep you on your toes. even when you’re face down, fucked out, exhausted, they whisper little quips into your ears that you barely even register. i think it would be a stroke to the ego that you can’t even muster a smart reply like usual.
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wrentaro · 3 years
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contains: hard dom!yamaguchi, thigh riding, orgasm denial, daddy kink, spitting
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You hadn’t meant it- honestly! It was just good natured teasing! Yamaguchi had brought you to hang out with Tsukishima- nothing out of the ordinary- and you’d gotten onto the topic of phases you’d gone through in high school. Tsukishima felt the need to inform you about Yams’ attempt at being emo (complete with pictures), and you’d giggled- making his cheeks redden underneath his freckles, shyly brushing the back of his neck.
You told him how it was cute- how he was the softest e-boy you’d ever seen- how it was adorable. The hand gripping your waist tightened and your mouth went dry, knowing you’d accidently snapped the wire that was his patience.
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wrentaro · 3 years
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the posts about hinata being so so sweet in bed make me absolutely LOSE my shit. his boyish enthusiasm about everything carries on into adulthood, ESPECIALLY in the bedroom. he is so doting, always asking you how you’re feeling & if you like what he’s doing. he just loves you so much <3
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wrentaro · 3 years
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the idea of dressing up all fancy for an event with one of the hq boys is so appealing to me for some reason. like just imagine wearing your prettiest dress and feeling eyes on you as you’re held tightly and securely to a firm chest. i know daichi/kuroo would keep his hands on you at all times, eyes practically eating you alive throughout the whole night. suga & oikawa would be sweet, caressing your lower back as he guides you through the crowd, whispering quips into your ear - the proximity makes you shudder. if you’re lucky, hinata might just drag you off into a closet somewhere - he just couldn’t keep his hands off you. who can blame him? you look so pretty, so soft, so alluring. kageyama & kenma wouldn’t show their want, of course. they’d keep their hands to themselves, but wandering eyes show you just how much they’re paying attention.
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wrentaro · 3 years
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there has got to be some scientific reason for why howl is the most attractive man to ever exist. is it the earrings? the egg cracking? the DRAMA of it all?? who can say
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wrentaro · 3 years
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this is a vibe check: the vibes detected have been deemed immaculate by these two. You passed. Keep going ya rascal
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wrentaro · 3 years
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what’s this, our college boys and a hazy rundown corner pub 
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wrentaro · 3 years
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why is frottage so good??? i think it’s,,,,,the desperation
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wrentaro · 3 years
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Good Vibrations
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Pairing: Hanamaki Takahiro x F!Reader
Prompt: “Stay still.”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Post-Time Skip, Drinking, Tipsy Sex? Everything Is Consensual, Exhibitionism, Sex Toys, Public Sex, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving), Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Begging, Encouragement, Unprotected Sex, Makki Being A Tease, Very little editing on my part, Makki has freckles fight me.
WC: 7,800ish
Summary: You and Makki can’t keep your hands to yourselves, but you never really tried to in the first place.
A/N: My contribution to the HQHQ Server Collab! I think I got a little carried away with this one idk if it even really fits the prompt lol whatever but I was really excited to write for Makki cuz I feel like he doesn’t get any love compared to the rest of the Seijoh boys. And he’s so cute and goofy!!! He deserves more!!! FYI, This is vaguely edited lol
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His hand sliding over your thigh feels like electricity. You jolt, sit up a little straighter, feel a burning hot rush of blood under your skin where his long fingers grip at the muscle.
Tired eyes glance your way. A handsome smirk on freckled cheeks spreads wide.
Hanamaki leans over to murmur past the loud din of your friends in the private izakaya room. “Stop squirming, baby. You’re gonna give it away.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, one that ignites shivers down your spine. He makes a playfully chastising sound, fingers slipping dangerously high up your skirt. “What did I just say?”
You scoff, and Makki laughs, leaning into a fist on the low table you’re seated at to give you a stupidly gorgeous grin, the ends of his hair sweeping across his forehead.
“How did I ever let you convince me to do this?” You mutter, eyes nearly crossing when he leans in to give you a sultry little kiss on your lips.
He hums thoughtfully, pressing another kiss to your chin. “Same way you let me fuck you on Iwa-chan’s couch at his house party a month ago.” He snickers when you push him away, burning with embarrassment.
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wrentaro · 3 years
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every day i wake up and think about playing with kenma’s hair. i just.......KNO it is soft and silky. he is so pretty it is simply not fair
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wrentaro · 3 years
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i believe that ryūnosuke tanaka (27) is the only hq boy that deserves rights. no, i will not be taking questions.
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wrentaro · 3 years
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yearning // suga blurb (18+)
Suga tried, he really did. How hard could it be to block out the noise coming from the other side of his wall, really? Headphones were stuffed in his ears, soft music played in the background as he tried to fall asleep. Even pillows were eventually shoved firmly on each side of his head – but, every method was to no avail. He could still hear you, your soft whimpers filtering under the small crack under his door – muffled, yet entirely too distinguishable even through your shared wall.
Suga was a respectful man, sure – composed, and mature for his age (though Daichi may say otherwise). But there was no escaping the effect your noises had on his usually composed demeanor. Heaven only knows he has enough trouble as your roommate already. You have this terrible habit of wearing shorts that are entirely too small around the apartment, claiming they’re “easier to move around in.” Your perfume is nothing short of intoxicating, and you seem to be well aware of this fact when you trace your hand across his back, under the guise of scooting by him in your cramped kitchen space. He is no stranger to your allure.
But this was too much. It’s been a week now that he’s put up with your incorrigible sounds, and he has yet to do anything but respectfully ignore you, an uncomfortable tightness in his boxers his only company. But...he’s been patient, hasn’t he? Put up with enough of your teasing to at least earn some small reward? This is, at least, what he tells himself as his hand slowly inches into his boxers. The guilt of succumbing to his temptation is the least of his worries as he begins to stoke himself, slowly at first. Yet, at the sound of an especially shameless whine from your side of the wall, he can’t help but desperately buck upwards into his fist. His free hand comes to his face, clamping over his mouth in a futile attempt to quiet the moans that slip between his teeth. He imagines it’s you wrapped around his cock, plush parted lips moaning into his shoulder as you beg for him fill you. Before he can stop himself, he cums into his hand with a depraved whine that was altogether too loud. As he comes down from his high, his heart drops to his stomach – he notices absolutely silence filling his room. Your sounds had stopped before he had finished, and he had been too preoccupied to notice.
You couldn’t have heard him too...could you?
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