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CONGRATS BBG <33

wait stop no this can't be real

thank u sm 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

Bro this was so fucjing cute omg 💞

Haikyuu x reader

You kiss him in front of his team

You didn't knew he forgot to tell his teammates he was dating you, so you walked towards him and greet him with several kisses asking how was his day between kisses as you usually do

You're not dating a person, you're dating a tomato 🍅 his face is redder than the Coca-Cola logo, yes, he didn't stopped you but when he heard his teammates gushing that was it, shy boy waves his teammates goodbye before holding your hand and walking to the nearest exit. When you both are alone he kisses you several times still red faced mumbling about his day

Asahi, Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Tanaka, Goshiki, Kenma, Yamamoto

He chuckles letting you kiss him, he places his hands on your waist and even kisses you back, between kisses and words he says his day improved since you're there too, when he turns to his teammates he can't help but laugh at their shocked faces, when you're walking to the exit hand in hand he can hear his team asking "when did this happen?" "Is this real?" And things like that

Hanamaki, Sugawara, Daichi, Yaku, Aran, Futakuchi, Atsumu

He enjoys your kisses, says his day was fine and pecks your lips a couple of times before asking you to wait for him outside, when you're nowhere to be seen he turns back to his teammates glaring at everyone "if anyone says anything I suggest said person to cover his head next time I serve" of course noone said a word, he can feel his cheeks grow warm when he sees you chuckling from the doorstep

Kyotani, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Semi

He says he is better now you're there, holding your face gives you several kisses on your lips, loops an arm around your waist and yells at his team a quick bye before leaving, he already planned on taking you to a date, he hopes you didn't have plans for today because he's dying to try a new dish from the restaurant near your house. Meanwhile his teammates are in the lockers processing what just happened

Matsukawa, Oikawa, Nishinoya, Satori, Kuroo, Bokuto, Osamu, Koganegawa

He leans over for you to reach his face, between kisses he talks about his day calmly while his hands caress your face gently, to be honest you both act like a married couple so his team decided to not say anything and mind their own business, when you leave the gym walking with his fingers tangled with yours he suddenly remembers "right, we're dating" you look at him very confused "I forgot to tell them I'm dating a beautiful girl" and smiles softly at your blushing face

Ushijima, Lev, Akaashi, Suna, Kita, Aone, Sakusa

Announcements!! Here are the current banners for upcoming fics, lemme know which you like most <3 These are all requests I have received and I'm desperately trying to catch up lol, but hopefully, I will get through them quickly!! Including these fics, I will be posting a part 3 to my werewolf series Come Here Wolfie, give it a read if you haven't :))

Inspired by @//wake-uptoreality!!

I can't find the artist of these adorable images so plzzz tell if you know <//3

• Kaeya, Itto

•Aether, Thoma, Venti, Gorou, Bennett

•Zhongli, Kazuha, Diluc, Xiao, Albedo, Razor, Chongyun

•Ayato, Childe, Heizou, Xingqui

I love this panel with my entire existence

no one talks about how when you create master lists and navigations and all that aesthetic jazz you develop a crippling addiction to editing it rather than writing

ok ok I think I'm all done with the masterlist for now!!

sorry yall im like fucking depresed or some shit 

Canceling a show is one thing but deleting a show from its existence is a whole new level of evil

Infinity train fandom and crews deserved better

i-imagine being barbarian king Katsuki's little captive fairy. He knows that your wings are the most sensitive spot on your body. Especially the spot where they melt and mesh with your skin.

He's pounding into you from behind, his cock slipping between your soaked pussy with one hand gripping your hip tightly as the other is wrapped in your hair. The thick tip is constantly putting pressure on that sweet gummy spot deep inside. From the way your singing his name, Katsuki knows that you're close. That tender little cunt is going to make a mess all over his dick.

Katsuki leans down and trails his tongue over the gossamer wings, feeling your walls clenching even tighter around his girth. His lips curl into a smirk as he continues his path until he reaches the place were they meet your back. He feels you jolt, his voice praising his name even louder as your walls begin to spasm.

"Yeah, go ahead and cum for me, little fairy. Soak my cock like a good girl."

ೃ⁀➷ aftercare w/ the jjk men

a/n: preoccupied w/ work these days, and had to work unexpectedly on sat too </3 sorry i’m so inactive! also some isn’t explicitly aftercare, but they are all very soft :)

warnings: overall fluff but ofc contains nsfw at the start, pet names for all, praise, protected sex, implied breeding, tickle fight (gojo), unprotected sex, creampie/breeding (geto & nanami), implied fwb, cuddling, unprotected sex, creampie/breeding (toji), protected sex, cuddling, pillow talk, p&p ref lol (choso)

ೃ⁀➷ GOJO

“oh, good girl, that’s it,” gojo mumbles out breathlessly, forehead against yours as you both come together. his lips continue to mutter out praises because he knew how much they affected you, and he hopes that you’d forget all of his saccharine words just so he could make you shiver and whimper all over again. your back arches into his hold one last time, digging your nails into his back.

“you did so well for me — shit — i didn’t think you still had any energy left,” gojo laughs breathlessly at how tired you two were after a mission, yet you know none of you could hold back on each other when passion took over. there’s a slight smile lingering on his face at your sweat-filled forehead and heaving chest and he loves, loves that he’s the only one to make you feel this way. the way moonlight weaves through the window makes you look stunning, and gojo’s smile can’t help but widen.

“what?”

he shrugs, removing his flaccid cock from you and eventually, the condom from himself. he ties a knot quickly, dumping it into the trash beside the bed, but before he can stand to get you a wet towel, he feels your weight on his arm. it makes his heart flutter and sends shivers down his spine at the thought of doing away with contraception altogether — how would you look with his baby? who’s features would they get? what— 

“satoru.” gojo snaps out of his stupor, observing silently while you moved across the bed to him (hell, you sometimes forget he has a king sized), kneeling so you’d almost be at his height. “why were you smiling at me earlier?”

he eyes you with a levelled stare, grin turning into a smirk, “nah, no, it was nothing, baby.”

“hmm… really?” your arms hang limply over his shoulders, “i feel like i should know, you know.”

gojo simply winks, cutting off the teasing atmosphere with a deep kiss before he takes advantage of the situation, hands flying to your sides and you yelp, loudly. your laughter breaks through the quietness at 1am, making your stomach hurt and body squirmy.

“just planning a tickle attack s’all, princess.”

“y-you— fiend!” you try your best to escape the torture, but gojo is relentless in seeing you suffer, his laughter mixing with yours as his initial agenda is yet again interrupted. “satoru!” you both collapse into the soft sheets, giggles slowly subsiding to broad smiles as you admire the other, and him, you.

“god, you’re beautiful.” gojo’s stare bores into you and you avoid eye contact just like every other time he’s told you that, but your lover made it a point to make it clear to you.

“i love you, my pretty girl.”

ೃ⁀➷ GETO

geto doesn’t stop giving you kisses even when he releases in you, helping you through the overstimulation by holding you tight until the euphoric feeling subsides and everything halts. there’s a moment of quietness, save for some concerned questions from your boyfriend like he hadn’t just blown your back out.

“sweetheart? you okay?” his eyebrows knit together, always worried that he might’ve hurt you in any way. but you’re always too tired to answer after, simply settling for a delicate hand to his face and a faint nod.

“kiss me,” it comes out as a whisper and dies out, dazed and still on cloud nine and geto indulges you like the lovestruck lover he is. even if he doesn’t need your palm to guide him, he lets your hand bring him right to your lips where they lay waiting. his kiss is soft, unlike before, moulding against your lips perfectly and like always, it makes you sigh and smile. “how’re your lips always so soft?”

geto smiles, hair falling from his loose hair tie. it shields his face and you think he looks like a greek god. “they just are, darling.”

your boyfriend’s always prepared when it comes to cleaning you up, so he usually has towels draped across the bedside table’s railing. wetting it with some water, he warns you gently with the free hand that strokes your thigh.

“but i also sorta use the lip balm gojo uses.” he cheekily admits, hand still diligently wiping at your core. he makes sure to cover it one, twice, thrice, before turning around to stand up. “i can buy it and we’ll share it instead.”

from here, his eyes skim over how the sheets cover you, and how your pose is provocative yet guarded — like an unnamed muse in a romanticism painting. there’s a teasing tone in your smile, a slow and languid drag to your movements. your dramatic gasp cuts off his thoughts, and your acting falls apart when you see geto’s jaw dropping in faux shock, “so you’ve been indirectly kissing your best friend this whole time? how dare you, suguru?”

geto slaps you lightly with the towel, laughing, “you’re crazy.”

“and that’s why you love me.”

he simply rolls his eyes, crawling back onto the bed to come face to face with you, the you who’s still feeling a bit playful, the you who grins at him and thinks that you like your suguru unkempt and messy and drunk in love with you.

the kiss tastes a bit like cigarettes, a little less prominent than earlier, but it tastes like him, nevertheless. “yeah, yeah. although, you’re the only one i’d wanna kiss — no one else, but you.”

ೃ⁀➷ NANAMI

nanami groans into your neck with a final thrust, skin feeling the way your body shivered and trembled at how his cock twitches in you. he pumps you full, drinking in the moans of his name and he stays sheathed in you, face buried in your neck like none other. you realise it’s his favourite position — to stay close to you, to feel your pulse, to hear the almost inaudible sounds.

“you’re perfect, fuck,” nanami says, breathless, body propped up with his elbows by your ears; and of course you’ve heard your lover swear — at gojo, at some stubborn curse, at the terrible dishwasher in your home in kuantan and at you, sometimes, but never said like this. nanami looks at you like you’ve the breeze of the beach and the sunset that dips below the horizon.

you had the privilege of seeing that everyday, yet nanami choses to look at you each time, even if you’re always fixated on the scene. today you get the chance to see the love he has stored for you within his irises, and before you can retaliate, you feel his lips on you. nanami moans into the kiss, the need to feel you again taking over him as he deepens it, kissing down your jaw and neck and chest until you remember the abandoned pancake batter you were mixing.

“kento, honey,” he hums into your chest, acting like a child dreading school. “we can’t leave the batter out in the open.”

nanami grunts, “just leave it. i’ll cook eggs and have some kaya on toast or something later.”

“but that’s exactly why we decided to cook pancakes!” you laugh softly, hands running through his blonde hair. it’s starting to whiten a bit, too, but you don’t mind. if anything, he makes getting old look good, “to have a change from our normal breakfast.”

nanami sighs, blinking tiredly at you as he lifts his head to look at you, and every time he fails to resist your expression. you’re not even doing anything, sitting there looking pretty and your husband simply can’t fathom the action of saying ‘no’. he doesn’t want to move from his place — because your profile against the endless stretch of the ocean is a vision he never thought would come true.

nanami gives in, like he always does.

“fine, you win.”

you cheer with a big grin that escalates into giggles as nanami sweeps you off the sheets, placing a kiss against your temple. he smiles at you, at the possibility of living here until he dies; and if that possibility is compromised, he’d fight to make it okay again. he would bring them to hell himself if he could.

nanami kento never liked killing curses, but for you, he would spill blood again just to keep you safe.

ೃ⁀➷ TOJI

“you’re gonna take all of my cum, yeah?” toji never gave up the chance to fuck you stupid, always propped up in some dingy motel while the money from his sorcerer missions are left on the bedside table. he has yet to splurge it, the need to gamble getting less and less the more and more he sees you. he grunts into your hair behind, one hand under your leg and the other on your waist as he spills into you.

“that’s a good whore. good job, angel,” your pupils are blown wide at the unexpected orgasm, hitting you like a truck that you’re begging for toji to slow down until he pulls out and his cum drips to the floor. but you notice he doesn’t scoop it up and tease you like always, he doesn’t tell his little insults while slipping on his pants, nor does he avoid aftercare like the lazy and non-chivalrous man he was — no, you notice the silent movements of toji. he was never this quiet, surprising you even more when he sits on the bed.

“what the hell are you starin’ at?”

you swallow. after all, he was still a large, bulking man, and while his gruff voice did wonders, it always made you a little terrified out of sex. “oh— uhm, nothing.” with another sigh from him, your curiosity gets the better of you, inching towards his side of the motel bed with cautious steps. “toji-san?”

his hands are hesitant to reach out towards you, but they make haste to grip onto your waist and although they’re nothing like the rough ones earlier, you still get a flutter in your heart at how big his hands seem to be. they wrap around your waist before his head falls onto your stomach. too scared to ask, you just settle for playing with his hair, content with the warmness of the embrace.

“you make me confused, woman.”

frowning, you raise his head from his safe place, “how so?”

you’re careful, because you know about toji’s past through rumours, you know about his hesitancy to show vulnerability. you’re holding his heart, and you’re hoping the words you mutter out don’t shatter and make him bleed again. toji grunts, yanking you down to sit beside him before staring into space as the night winds down. you can both hear the rooms quietening down and the world going to sleep.

“i don’t like this.”

and your heart breaks, because of how toji hates love and how every experience has never ended positively. we fuck and i leave, got it? if you tell me you like me or something, i’m breaking this off. so you lean forward to hold his cheek, offering a small smile.

“it’s okay if you don’t, i’ll be here no matter how you’re feeling; i won’t even say a word.”

toji curls his lip in disgust, but you know he doesn’t mean it when he grabs your hand, “that line was cheesy. i fuckin’ hate it.”

“it was good, i liked it.”

he only shakes his head with a sigh and lies down along with a gesture that says are you coming or what? before your smile is uncontainable and you’re moving to his side. even if you’ve only known what his body feels against you, you’re already hoping it’d happen again and toji reluctantly feels the same, wrapping an arm around your waist with lips to your hair. your heart soars when he doesn’t move away from your hand interlacing with his.

“not a word.”

you giggle at his tone, and the harshness of it. and if you read in between the lines, you’d see that there’s a bit of endearment in him, you just hoped you had the rest of your life to make him love love again.

ೃ⁀➷ CHOSO

“oh my, you feel so g-good,” choso has been brought down to nothing but whimpers as he reaches his high, knuckles white as he grips onto your ass tightly. it feels heavenly, and for a curse who doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing in the human realm, choso feels heavenly as he chants out your name like a mantra. his hips buck into you, chasing the last bit of his orgasm with you.

breathing together, you hold his face gently as you bask in the tender moment. his skin is pale and matches the rays from the moon, a glimpse of the sickly white colour that otherwise decorates the rock in space. no words are exchanged between the two of you, but you nod in question and he replies with the same gesture.

“i didn’t think it would feel this good,” he sighs, removing his hair ties from his twin buns as it’s all been messed up, letting his hair fall about his nape and shoulders. “thank you, darling.”

you make a noise, flustered at the pet name he uses, vaguely remembering talking about human relationships to him. so names like baby cakes are too cheesy, and anything beyond that is even worse — but what do you like, (y/n)? choso merely smiles at your reaction, pulling you to his chest to flip you over.

“i’ll pull out now, okay?” he whispers and when he hears a small okay from you, he pulls out and removes the condom. “are you okay, darling?”

“yes, yes i am, choso.” leaning up, you plant a small peck on his lips. “you sure are learning fast, aren’t you?” it garners a smile from the other because he knows what you’re talking about, and he plans to use it if it makes you stumble over your words and heat up and cover your face.

“i have a good teacher.” there’s the soft look in choso’s eyes. it’s one where you don’t notice as you train with yuji and trim his hair. there’s also his slight smile. it’s when he doesn’t want you to find out how high up on cloud nine he is when you play with his hair, and among other things. in this moment, it’s perfect, you think — lost in each other with no words muttered. you smile and choso smiles, and then laughter spills from you and he follows.

“i love you,” the words wouldn’t even need to be said, but choso says it anyway. his voice breaks and he sounds like he’s going to cry just holding you, but your beauty washes it away and he reminds himself not to sob over something that’s not lost. after all, you have bewitched him, body and soul — to be away from you would be a crime that he would never want to commit in his long life. not now, not in the future.

loved writing this but imma go to sleep now. love & reblogs are appreciated <3