i'm so sorry tumblr i almost forgot to post this here 😔😔

soft sleepy sex that turns into being held down by ur neck and being used like it’s the last time they’ll ever get to fuck you

....someone volunteering to be the first one to eat your pussy...

cw: cisfem reader

Letting the table know that no one has even eaten out was embarrassing, but you certainly weren't prepared for the results. As soon as Hizashi left the table, you grew quiet.

And then Aizawa makes his move.

"I could do it for you."

Aizawa's eyes never leave the point in the distance that he's locked into. He takes a sip of his drink, tipping it back until the foam clings to the sides; it's liquid courage, you think. You glance over to Hizashi, who's patiently waiting at the bartop for a waiter's attention. When he looks back to you, he shakes his drink in silence question and you nod back; yeah, you'll need another beer.

"I could go down on you."

You close your teeth around the glass rim of your bottle, trying to grit theoigh the feeling of your racing heart. Your voice stays low, as if anyone could hear over the din. "You'd do that?"

He leans back in his seat, chin up, expression neutral.

"I'd beg for it."

Hizashi is ordering now, glancing back at your table again. Neither of your faces betray the conversation, but you're flustered.

"You don't mean that."

"I do. I really do." His voice is unusually smooth. There's none of his usual grit. "I've thought about what I'll do to you."

He places his glass down and runs his thumb through the condensation.

"I'll be gentle. Slow. I'll take you home, lay you down in my bed. Make you nice and comfortable."

He rubs his thumb back and forth, tiny, little, delicate circles that draw your attention and hold it there. Your skin prickles at the thought that he can touch you like that--

"I'd take my time with you too." Aizawa continues. You hate how he can keep himself so stoic. "Undressing you, kissing your thighs, talking to you. You're going to cum before my lips touch you."

Heat pools deep inside you. Every thrum of want is laced with anxiety. You think you want this-- you think-- but you don't want to disappoint him either.

"That won't happen. I-It takes me a long time to..." You hem for a moment with embarrassment. "Finish."

"I don't care." Aizawa almost smiles. "I'll see it through."

Hizashi is walking over, balancing three drinks in his hands. Aizawa moves to acknowledge him, then finally looks towards you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Oh. And I'll make you cum more than once."

Your throat goes dry.

"What are you guys chatting about?" The blonde coos, bouncing his eyebrows and shoulders conspiratorially. He slides you your drink and you quickly take a sip. It only makes your head spin more.

"This one-" Aizawa jerks his head over to you. "Was trying to tap out after one."

You almost have a spit take with your drink.

"Shouta-" you begin to scold, but Hizashi cuts you off.

"Just one drink? Boo!" He's genuinely offended."I thought we were going to go wild tonight!"

Aizawa has this smarmy look of satisfaction on his face. He knows that you know what he's really saying.

"I said she should have at least four." There's a dark glint in his eye when he finally meets your gaze.

"What do you think? Can you handle four?"

lightning strike | h. iwaizumi

✮ tags ; afab + gn!reader, recently established relationship, mutual pining, pwp, dry humping + making out, nipple play, implied raw sex, super love-dovey, deliberate name change from iwaizumi to hajime 18+

✮ wc ; 4k (???????)

✮ a/n ; something deeply frightening happened to me in writing this but whatever. made it with ten minutes to spare happy bday mr iwaizumi

pls be nice if characterization is everywhere its been a while

He’s nervous.  

So nervous. 

You laugh at him over a can of beer, even harder when he visibly flinches at the sound. The room is too quiet since all of your company has left for the evening. Iwaizumi is tipsy but not drunk - though you think if he has another can he’ll get there just fine.  

“Your face is gonna get stuck if you keep frowning.”  

He shoots you a glare that makes your lips quirk up. “Shut up. You sound like my Ma.”  

“How is she by the way? Still good?”  

Iwaizumi snorts and takes a long sip of his beer. He tilts his head back against the couch, arm stretched along the seats. His muscles pull taut underneath the skintight material of his turtleneck. You find yourself sitting on your hands to calm down, but you’re too unfocused for it too work.  

“She’s good. She likes the countryside. Been growing squash and tomatoes and everything. Gonna try and stay with her a bit during off-season,” His voice is wistful and affectionate. An only son, filial and polite - you smile at him lovingly. “You should come visit with me.”  

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Guess it’s the same since we’ve already met but since we’re going steady I though you might be too nervous.”  

The realization settles in too late. Just when you thought he’d swallow the nerves down, they make an appearance once again. He sits up straight, clearing his throat, diverting his gaze to the coffee table separating you both. A blush spreads up, all through his body. His ears turn especially turn some shade of cherry red. Dusts all along his nose. He tsks at you, tongue clicking with a familiar petulance. You bite back a laugh.  

“Going steady? Seriously?”  

“Well,” Your face twists in mischief as you look up at him, your eyes locking briefly. “You’d get all hissy if I called us lovers.”  

His eyes go wide - in equal parts shock and mild disgust. You can’t hold the laugh back that time time no matter how hard you try. It bubbles up out of you, euphoric and hysterical. Your laughter is too loud to savor his displeasure, so caught up in it that it takes you a few minutes to calm down again,  

“I hate you,” Iwaizumi mumbles. A grin splits your face. 

“No, you don’t.”  

doodles from earlier today

till one of us caves

atsumu miya x f!reader

wc: 3.7k

c: 18+, smut, enemies to lovers speed run, the complete and utter defilement of onigiri miya (sorry osamu), miscommunication, fingering, unprotected p in v, atsumu is down so bad and also he's an idiot, protective!atsumu, miya twin banter, best friend!osamu

“Absolutely not.”

Osamu pauses in the middle of counting cash at the register and glances up to follow where your narrowed gaze is focused—a head of blonde hair on its way through the front doors of Onigiri Miya. 

coworker and salaryman!kuroo who makes you reconsider everything you once knew about yourself, every principle you've ever held, every personality trait that revealed itself through the many late-night birth chart readings you did with your friends in college.

because you used to think of yourself as a patient person -- never quick to anger, always reasonable to a fault. the epitome of self-control.

until you met kuroo, and you had to ask the cosmos how one human being could possibly irritate you this much, testing every strand of patience until it wore thin.

you felt somewhat guilty at the instant burst of dislike you felt at your first meeting, baffled at your disdain for this near-stranger.

that is, until he continued opening his mouth.

because whatever about the rest of his personality, once he's in the office, he just becomes ... that guy. the one who sucks up to the boss with levels of smarminess you once thought impossible, who always manages to grab the last blueberry muffin from the canteen before you can get there in time, who seems to time his elevator trips to perfectly coincide with yours, resulting in you being treated to the sound of him droning on his phone to his jock friends about some volleyball league they're all involved with.

you hate him. you hate him you hate him you hate him.

and at the corporate summer barbeque -- as excited as you were for it, the chance to unwind and bond with colleagues across all departments -- he only makes you detest him even more. whether bolstered by the warm weather or the singular class of prosecco you had with your burger, somehow, kuroo uses that unshakeable confidence and sharp tongue to guide you into bed with him. against your better judgement, he soon has you backed up against the wall of your apartment's elevator, moaning the name you used to spit out with venom and letting you take the lead as you guide him to your room.

you had hoped against hope you'd be immune to the charm but your defences crumbled once he pressed his lips to your jawline, teeth barely grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered the details of what he wanted to do to you, how he could spend hours buried between your legs, and how he's always liked you.

as insufferable as he is, you've found he has at least one talent you can't deny.

Hair ✨ / cw : smoking

@mintmatcha

Nice to look at

word count; 727 – f!reader, use of princess, suggestive

“I’m tired of this,” you announced to no one in particular and stomped your way over to Matsukawa Issei. He sat on top of a desk, one foot resting on the side of the chair where Hanamaki sat and talked to whoever sat behind him. With every step, you lost some of your previously gained confidence until you were standing right in front of him with your arms crossed and an unconvinced frown on your face as you asked him “Can I help you?”

“Depends, what are your services?”

If this was a cartoon, steam would be blowing from your ears. He was always like this with you, seeming to love riling you up. Luckily, you were annoyed enough to not get too flustered by it, but that didn’t help the smirk on his face. “Why are you always glaring at me?”

He barely raised an eyebrow at the accusation. “I’m not glaring at you.”

“Really? Because it sure feels like it-“

“I’m not glaring,” Mattsun said. Makki scoffed from beside you even though he was pretending to mind his own business.

“I heard you the firs-” you tried to say, but he interrupted you again.

“I’m staring.” You took in a sharp breath, suddenly very aware of both his friends and yours looking at you two.

“…why?”

He glanced at his friends, giving them a stern look as if telling them to mind their own business. Then he looked back at you. “Because I think you’re nice to look at.”

“Oh.” This time Mattsun fully raised an eyebrow, which made you feel smaller under his gaze. He got off the desk so he ended up standing much closer, looking down at you with those lazy eyes. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

“You’re welcome, princess.”

“Take a picture next time, yeah? Might last longer,” you said, as if that would have been so much better. Usually, this kind of behaviour from men disgusted you, but with Matsukawa? It was different… and he knew you liked it. He leaned closer, making sure no one else would hear his next words.

“The kind of pictures I’d like to take of you can't be taken in public,” he answered, and you could swear your knees weren’t this weak before. His eyes stared into yours and you stared back for a moment to try and catch your breath. Is it hot in here?

“Pervert,” you whispered. After that, you walked back to your friends with Mattsun staring at your back until he huffed and went back to the conversation he had with his friends. You were a bit stubborn, he liked that.

When classes ended for the day you were passing by his desk on your way to the door when he grabbed your arm, making you spin around to face him. You squinted at him suspiciously, shaking his arm off but still staying to hear him out. He leaned down beside your face and tilted his mouth towards your ear, which made his breath run over your neck.

“Does this mean I can take you out?” he asked, and you bit the inside of your lip as a chill ran down your spine. You looked around as if it was an intimate, more private moment that your classmates shouldn’t see, cheeks flaring pink.

“At no point in that conversation did I ever imply th-” you tried to answer, but he was so very fond of interrupting you today. He leaned back to look at you, and then his tongue ran over his lips like he was hungry. Your eyes shamefully followed it.

“You like coffee? Tea? I know a nice cat cafe.” he asked casually as if the foulest thoughts weren’t running through his mind when he looked at you. You simply had to break eye contact when your mind actually started telling you to give in. Let him treat you to something, what is there to lose?

“After your practice, come get me in the library,” you said like it was an order, still not meeting his eyes as you pulled your shoulders back and walked off. Your friends were staying at school to finish some homework anyway, might as well wait for him.

“See you, princess.” Mattsun’s eyes followed you out of the classroom, but this time the feeling of his eyes on your back made you feel powerful.

masterlist

/this was originally for Suna but then I was like wAit

He isn't asking

@vampyrsm

old, cool, calm, collected vampire who narrowly keeps control when he's tasting you and only you

The beat of your pulse jumps just under your skin, inching faster and faster the longer he waits there, a hesitation away from touch. When you breathe, your ribs press against him, hot and shaking with absolute, undeniable life. It stirs something in him he long thought dead, something deeper than hunger, deeper than just want-

"Be gentle," you whisper, hands clutching on to the loose fabric of his shirt.

He is. You don't even flinch as the razor edge of his teeth first break skin. The tension doesn't melt from your muscles until he presses deeper and the chemicals in his saliva do their job. Your head rolls back into his awaiting hand as he swallows deep, drawing your lifeblood into him.

The taste of you melts across tongue. It's all encompassing, like the full palette bloom of citrus, thick and deep like the wine, with something on the back of his tongue he just can't place. Experience has taught him to drink slow, spare the victim, but today he's another mouthful deep before he can stop himself, groaning into your impossibly warm skin.

"Haah-" you exhale, spine curving as you process it all. "Haah, fuck-"

He's using the hand on the back of your neck to draw you closer now, then other clawing for a grip on your side. You aren't close enough suddenly; he needs to smushed against him and he manhandles you there, purely out of desperation. He's usually such a polite man when he feeds, but today he's sloppy, a trickle of you escaping his mouth and rolling down his chin. He slurps and lets it bubble in his mouth like he's a new born again, only one step above feral-

Pleasure sparks and build behind his eyes, hunger no closer to being quenched. Do you moan like this when someone fucks you? Do you shake like this for your lovers? Do you-

trying to leave a one night stand but he's sleeping on your wallet

After a good half an hour of picking around his apartment -under the scraps of clothes left in the hall, between couch cushions, and on every countertop- you find your wallet sandwiched under his shoulder.

you spend the morning figuring out his coffee pot and petting his cat (who chirps and beeps when you feed him a little bit of dry food). The apartment is sparsely decorated, a couple of old books piles on the shelves. you pick at one-- a study book for some fucking test.

around noon, the man emerges, sheepish and still barely clothed, only briefs on. his little pet hops off of your lap and meeps it's way over to his owner, twirling between his legs as he walks.

"Are you waiting for this?" he holds your wallet out. there's an imprint of it on his skin, red and swollen.

"thanks," you say. he tosses it your way and it flops on the couch. "I would have left, but..."

"you made coffee; you can stay as long as you want." He pours himself a cup and downs half of it. Dark circles sit under his deep set eyes. All of his features are bold -dark hair, nose like a dolphins fin- except his subtle smile, just barely pulled up in the corners. There's a charm to him, one you certainly saw last night. "do you want a shower? wash the cat hair off of you?"

"It's not the cat hair I'm worried about," you say too quickly. he snorts at that before busying himself with feeding his pet. Pulling an open can from the fridge, he pops to food into a dish, then turns to his kettle.

"Are you heating up the cat food?"

"He likes it warm." It only takes a couple seconds for the dredge of water to heat up. He adds it on top of the food and sets it down-- and the cat in question digs in. "He's a sophisticated man."

You sip the last of your drink. The mug is stamped with some sort of pun - this lawyer is always appealing.

"What's his name?"

Your one night stand blanchs a bit at that. "Uh, well- Lumps."

You don't even get to ask the question.

"My ex named him." He's quick to say. "She's not in the picture, so you don't-- last night was okay from a moral aspect."

"Only okay?" you tease, despite yourself.

"From a moral aspect," he repeats. He takes a long drink, a satisfied gasp at the end. "Phenomenal from an everything else standpoint."

You don't leave until almost two hours later, post shower and draped in a shirt he says you can keep. He talked to you about the LSAT books, how he had to take it twice before he got a score he liked, and how much he likes the law before he asked about you. Against better judgment, you told him about life and work and everything in between: enough conversation for a second pot of coffee.

When the pot was drained and you were at the door, he hesitated.

"If you can ever think of an excuse to see me again," he said. "I would like that-- Lumps would too."

He was nice, and the sex was, in fact, phenomenal, but you weren't sure if you should let a random hook up progress that far.

"I think if we're meant to see each other again, the universe will make it happen."

He smiled, but you knew he wanted to roll his eyes. "What is this? A rom-com?"

You shrugged. "See you boys later."

He let you go, with just a little: "I hope."

It wasn't until halfway home that you realized your wallet was still sitting on the couch cushions on his apartment.

Doodling my favorite guy

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