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Imagine making out with him and he's holding you in place when he starts grinding against you, all the while scraping his teeth on your neck. You can feel his hardening length grow and you can only wrap your legs around him.

And the kissing 

GOD THE KISSING  Whenever you try to moan, he silences you immediately. His hot tongue makes your body turn to jelly. You let him violate your mouth cause it feels so good. His saliva is the closest thing to tasting nectar and you're addicted to it. You shiver as he slips his hands under your bra and fondles your soft breasts. You feel wet between your legs as he pinches and rolls your nipples with his thumbs, taking in your moans and whimpers. He knows where to touch you every time and how helpless you are underneath him.

When he pulls back, your body's flushed, your panting loudly, and eyes clouded with lust. You're the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and so lucky to have you. He looks down and sees your lower region throbbing from the make out section. He moves to your ear and asks in a low, carnal voice 'Want me to help you with that babe?'

Your mind is all mush, but with what strength you have left, you spread your legs, showing your moist entrance. Your face pleading and hands resting on your inner thighs. He takes this as a 'yes' and you shudder when he licks his lips.

By the time he was done, you were in heaven. Your body relaxed after so much pleasure was bestowed upon you. His seed’s leaking out of you, with bite marks all over your body. The only memory you have is him laying his head on your chest, his strong, gentle arms wrapping themselves around you.

Bokuto, Kuroo, Dabi, Avocato, Atsumu, Tendou, Suna, Oikawa, Tanaka, Sakusa, Sugawara, Hinata + (your fav)

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✘ a.k. x reader

summary: akaashi bought you a cat but now all he wants is to respectfully yeet it.

wc: 1 k

✘ fluff; no warnings

✘ an: hi!!! omg i just love akaashi like <33333  i hope you enjoy ^-^ asks are open!

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AKAASHI was torn. on one hand, he wanted to melt at just how adorable you looked. on the other he wanted to physically throw the small, black cat you carefully held to your chest. he silently fumed as you purred at the cat, slathering its face with small, feather-light kisses. those were supposed to be his kisses and his kisses alone.

you had been dating for a while now—hitting the hearty 6 years in one month. and it was a big step, the mere act of raising a pet together. nourishing it and loving it as if it were your own child. though, akaashi couldn’t help but feel envious of the feline who nuzzled its furry head into your chin. you gave the cat a smile, mewling soft words of love into its ear, scratching its head.

“that’s a good kitty, who’s mommy’s favourite.”

akaashi stilled.

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is it too much to ask for kuroo tetsuro to hold my tits so i can use his hands as a bra???? like i dont want to hold them so can he hold them for me???

「balsamic vinegar」

warnings: suna rintarou x f!reader. fluff. like two suggestive lines.

never would you have thought that there comes a day when you’d have the miya atsumu begging for your help.

“baby, please, make him stop. i can’t do this anymore.”

post practice, the national team’s setter had ambushed you outside the changing rooms in a desperate bid for social survival.

you ignore his pleading expression, adamantly focusing on the press release draft on your screen. “he’s your problem.”

“no, see, that’s the thing,” aran says with a shake his head. “he wants to make himself your problem.”

“i don’t even follow him!”

“why not? lord, queen, your majesty, the goddess of mercy herself,” the setter just about cries, “take pity on us mortals and just follow sunarin back!”

for once in his life, aran approves of his teammate’s overreaction. “it’d save everyone everywhere a whole lotta trouble. my soul’s like crushed from the secondhand embarrassment.”

you frown. “go ask his publicist.”

“you’re his publicist!”

“was,” you sniff, lowering your phone. “working for the adlers is doing wonders for my will to live.”

“what about my will to live?” the twenty-seven year old slides down the wall like a pile of gravy. “‘m your favourite setter!”

you stare at the blond. “moving on…” you clear your throat. atsumu glares up at you. “if nothing else works, email iwaizumi.”

his scowl turns into disbelief. “i can’t email iwa-chan ‘bout this! i hope to a nicer god than you that he doesn’t even see whatever the fuck sunarin’s doin’.”

you scoff. with oikawa tooru as a best friend and kuroo tetsurou as a colleague, there’s no way their athletic trainer hasn’t seen suna’s frequent updates.

“coach hibarida? management?” you list off. “ask tetsu to ask kenma to lock suna out of his ig account.”

“that’s not how rich works,” aran sighs. “and it’s not like you don’t know suna. he won’t stop ‘til he proves you wrong.” 

“there’s nothing to prove!”

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gojo saying “oopsie daisy” when his baby girl falls over after her first steps could heal me !!!

like he can see she’s about to cry, bottom lip wobbling and big blue eyes all watery — so he scoops her up real quick and sets on her feet to try again. “oopsie daisy, thats no good.” gojo smiles at her to keep the tears in her eyes at bay. “let’s try again. you’re too quick for your own good, hot shot.”

and she’s like all giggly again, toddling around gojo :((

Rb this with your height, your preference in the bedroom, and your star sign! It's for science! (Kinda)

"look at the pretty dress daddy bought me!" your daughter twirls a few times until she loses balance, your husband catching her before she falls.

"its very pretty baby." you squat down to brush your daughters hair away from her face, brushing down the dress and leaving a kiss on her cheek, "can you braid my hair too mommy? please?"

"sure thing, go and get your hair ties and the clips okay?" she nods, running up the stairs towards her bathroom.

you turn back to suna, eyeing the shopping bags in his hands as he drops them to the floor.

"rin, i thought we had agreed on not buying anymore clothes for her right now." you wrap your arms around your husbands neck, and his hands make their way to your lower back. one hand sliding under your shirt to rub at your back.

"i don't remember agreeing to that." suna pecks your lips once before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"i can see you smirking."

"you're imagining things babe." you giggle and roll your eyes, "we agreed to that because her closet is overfilling and we have no where to hang anything anymore," you run your hand through the hair on the back of his head, "if she asks, will you just have another closet built for her?" you smile and tilt your head.

he laughs and sighs, "baby, you can't blame me. she has your eyes, and i can never say no when she pulls the little puppy dog eyes you both do when you want something."

"mhm. sure."

"and if either of you asked, id just buy you a separate house to keep all the clothes you could want."

"really? that so very practical suna."

"incredibly practical and realistic, suna."

you tsk, "that was cheesy."

you drop your head onto his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and closing your eyes when he kisses the top of your head.

"mommy, come upstairs! and bring daddy too!"

you look at at suna, your chin resting on his chest, "cmon, she probably wants to do your makeup," you grab his hand and bring him with you towards the stairs. turning back you smile at him, "and this time i won't stop her from using the glitter on you."

"babe, you know that never comes out."

"oh i know. its what you deserve for not listening to me." you stick your tongue out at him and begin going up the stairs, yelping when you feel a pinch on your thigh.

whipping your head around you narrow your eyes at him ready to snap at him but he says, "i love you."

you roll your eyes, "i love you too."

"i know pretty. so that's why im begging. no glitter."

i’m like black plus blue glitter if that makes sense.

hey if you died right now whats your ghost outfit you cant change it be honest

trigun college!au where knives doesn't think you're good enough for vash, and hates how close the two of you seem to be getting as your friendship develops. so of course the obvious solution is to fuck you within an inch of your life on a semi-regular basis so that you don't get any ridiculous ideas about trying to date his little brother.