I Warned You, I WARNED YOU !!

Not the same person, but I really LOVED your Hawks x Winged!reader shot! Can I ask for some kind of spin off, where Hawks is looking after a reader(maybe getting their hairs done, or preening their feathers) and being very possessive about it, cooing what a cute birdie his Darling is, while reader tries not to panic because they dislike ppl touching their wings as a part of trauma? I'm sucker for yanderes being super creepy while doing generally sweet things.

Ah yes, I think every now and then everyone needs a reminder that their yandere is only doing things for them. Because they love them, right? That’s a really good point there, tehe (･ω<)☆ Exactly the reminder we all need in these times, thank you for requesting!! ♥I got a little off-request here because inspiration sometimes wants a different way than the request is, but I hope it’s still enjoyable!

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If being bound to chains from the walls around you really was in your best interest, you had your doubts. In fact, you had your doubts about a lot of things. Like being kidnapped, held captive in a dark room, with deadbolts keeping the door shut, and presumably, underground. Yes, your wing-quirk was rare, but not to be underestimated, and if anyone knew this, then Hawks.

The only companion you had, was that damn cuckoo clock on the wall opposite from where he held you throughout the door. The sound of the - immensely funny how Hawks found - gift was something you’d never ever forget again in your whole life. How could you? It made sure you never dozed off more than an hour before tearing you out of your much prettier, much more peaceful dreams, and you despised it for it. 

But at least, it let you know about dinnertime. The only time that Hawks more or less managed to keep up routinely. He was worse with feeding you breakfast, and lunch was almost entirely canceled with the job the hero had, but for dinner - he always said - he wanted to be home. Home with his favorite nightingale for bonding and cuddles afterwards, his idea of a relationship.

Yours… not so much.

Food was something you learned to appreciate. It helped you stay sane to have something warm between your teeth, gave you some strength to wring with your captor for the space you needed afterwards. But Hawks- no, Keigo’s views on how you two should hang out, not only differed from yours but also, any you knew ‘normal’ couples did. Then again, what was normal when your partner was a madman?

As much as you resented the cuckoo for its loud, annoying screams of time, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you’d be let down from your wall prison, able to move your wrists without the metallic clanking against your ears again. Even with two large wings, you were glad to be put back onto your feet, the strain on your wings’ roots - where they were steadied against the wall with metal chains too, becoming harder the longer you had to endure it. You tried not thinking about the fight that would break out in the morning when he demanded to put you up into chains again, believing this was nothing you should be worried right now. Because when you heard the first turn of the lock on your door, you knew you were in for more trouble than the ones still one night away.

Keigo whistled a happy tune as he pushed open the door, his slippers scrubbing over the floor while he carried in a tray of various little bowls. It seemed like typical japanese food, but you were sure there was nothing more than fast food inside. “Hello, my Dove. How’s your day been? Have you been hanging out here?” Snickering about his own joke, you learned to ignore the stupid remarks. 

You had been commendable lately, making sure to have good conversations with him and to humor his need to be close to you, aside from being a little unwilling to get back into chains every day. He at least didn’t seem mad about that, and you sometimes even thought to see the hints of pity in his eyes whenever he did what he thought he had to. So whatever you had built up with him in terms of a relationship, you didn’t want to mess it up with a useless comment when he was in quite such a good mood. 

Turning the switch on the light, the room lit up, even though the heavy curtains usually didn’t allow much light inside, and you blinked a few times to adjust to it. From his pocket, Keigo made a big show to pull out the keys to your chains, and with the hints of a thankful smile, you helped adjust your limbs to make it easy for him to reach the locks. After so many negative sounds, the clicking of them, with the following release of your arms and wings, was a delight rarely experienced by the average human, and you breathed a breath of relief to be freed of your restrains.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ready to take careful steps towards the table in the corner of the room. However, suddenly he stepped into your field of vision, denying you an easy walk forward, instead, bringing you to a wonky halt. From his grin and open arms, you weren’t sure if he wanted something or if that was just to make you stop, but you decided against trying to pass him, watching his wings sway expectantly with more confusion on your side.

“Don’t you think I deserve a ‘welcome-home’-hug after my long day of work? I’ve been thinking about you all day long! Have you thought about me too?”

Truth be told, whatever had brought him to the conclusion that he deserved anything from you, must have been the same bug that had told him to kidnap you. But once your initial hesitation wore off, you tugged in your wings as tightly as you could to your back, before approaching him. The one-sided hug wasn’t quite what he must have envisioned when he asked for it, but the torture wasn’t long for you anyway.

You only briefly missed his eyes inspecting your wings which seemed to shift every time he moved his hands on your back, but you assured him of his question, which was enough for him to hear for now. “Yeah… Thought about you too.”

However, when you sat there for dinner, Hawks was different enough for you to notice. He was usually the one to always steal from your sparse array of chicken wings and fries, but he seemed absentminded on his chair for the duration of your meal, nibbling on some snagged bone, eyes always falling back over to your wings even when you moved them as far away from his view as possible.

“I think you chipped a feather with your struggling,” he eventually muttered as you wrapped up the bowls, thanking him for the meal. “It’s been bothering me since this morning, what if more are broken?”

You couldn’t help a worried glance over your shoulder, but of course, without spreading them and maybe a few mirrors to see the backside, you wouldn’t be able to determine if everything was okay. “Maybe you should let me take a look-” he offered, a fast hand reaching out for behind your back, but you flinched out of the way fast enough, catching his wrist just in time with a loud, “NO!”

Keigo didn’t spare you the sharp glare from below at your dismissal of his help, letting out a loud hum before retracting back to his seat. You didn’t miss a heartbeat to sit sideways on your chair, bringing your wings as far away as possible from him. “If there’s a broken feather, we need to mend it, Birdy, Darling.”

“I am sure they are fine, just a little… shuffled, yeah.”

“Mhm, I’d still like to see,” he insisted, standing up. He wasn’t a super tall figure in comparison to a lot of his colleagues, but he sure could look menacing when he hovered over you. The only good thing about it was the open space beneath his arm, that you slipped through quickly, giving yourself a mental pat for quick actions.

The only thing you didn’t consider was that Hawks always was quicker. Quicker in hunting people down, quicker in bringing them to the police, and quicker in catching you, knowing exactly what you were going for the moment your eyes fell on the open space. It had been a long time for someone to touch your wings. Even from Hawks, you had mostly kept them away, so you already had forgotten the feeling of a hand brushing into your feathers, gripping them tightly.

With a weak, panic-induced squeal, you stumbled to the side, pulling him with you as his hand held on just a bit tighter under your frantic movements. You could feel the feathers ripping from the root one after the other as he didn’t let go, your breathing picking up speed and lungs unable to handle the stress of the rapid air pouring in and out. Your hyperventilation did nothing to stop him, and with every sound of their fickle stems breaking you remembered more and more the circumstances of your upbringing.

It was just like when they had used you as a feather-maker before. The people you trusted most had regularly plucked them out to sell and make accessories for buyers, even when you bled and asked them not to. This was barely any different, especially not when Hawks clicked his tongue in annoyance the more you struggled.

Not long, and you found yourself in the stranglehold of his arm, bits of fluffy feathers falling from his hand as he finally pulled it away from your wings again, keeping you locked helplessly in his hold. “Calm down, it’s not like I want to hurt you.” There was nothing harder than to calm your racing heart and ragged breath, but you at least tried, especially when the air to breathe became thinner in his chokehold.

“Look, I found the bad boy,” he cooed, holding up his hand triumphantly to show you one long feather he had pulled out, slightly crooked at the end. Though you believed you started to see stars, clinging to his arm desperately, you nodded, quaking a ‘Thank you’ to him as best as you could.

Finally, he let you go, your body sinking to the ground, unable to hold up as every limb seemed to shiver uncontrollably. It took you a good minute to get some control over yourself again, the pain on your neck finally setting in too, and you shuddered just thinking about what just happened. But it wasn’t like Keigo ever gave you time to work through your experiences, especially not when you were so vulnerably open to him now.

You couldn’t possibly have seen his arms coming as they hooked under your shoulders, pulling you back up and over to the bed on which he sat down himself, letting your body glide to the floor. If anyone knew how to treat wings and tickle their instincts, it was Hawks, so it shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did as he drove his hand up your spine, triggering your feathers to ruffle unwillingly. Immediately, you wanted to jump away again, but with a reprimanding ‘Ah-Ah’ his legs wrung around your torso, keeping your locked in your place despite your wiggles. 

It became only worse with the feelings of his hands brushing down your ruffled feather again, spreading them over his lap to get a really good look at them. “There are so many more broken ones. We have to take care of them, you understand that, right? It will only hurt so much to lose a few for the sake of keeping you healthy, I promise.”

“No… please…” you muttered as you heard his words, noticing his fingertips combing through every feather to inspect them one by one. “Don’t be a child now, I know what I’m doing. Just be a good birdie and let me handle this, [Name].”

There was no more resisting his words, Keigo being deadset on fixing your ruined feathers, one way or another. “Take a deep breath,” he advised, and you felt the hot tears roll down your cheeks as those words reminded you of the past. Hearing you following his instructions, Keigo did a trial tug, seeing just how much you’d flinch from it before strengthening his legs around your torso, knowing it would cause a lot of stirring if he really pulled it out.

“On the count of three, my Dove.”

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Ranging from my top insert post to posts with notes above 1k.

Yandere kidnapper takes your virginty:

VIRGINITY ♡6k

Simpy boyfriend is unabashedly obsessed with your ass:

ASS ♡5.7k

Yandere captor has too much libido:

REMINDER ♡5.5k

Punished for trying to run away from your yandere captor:

PUNISHED ♡5.3k

Step-bro creeps on you:

CREEP STEP-BRO ♡5k

Thirsty thoughts on big yanderes x tiny darlings:

FUN-SIZED ♡3k

GENTLE GIANT ♡4.5k

Ex-boyfriend kidnaps you:

LOVE ME ♡2.8k

Yandere kidnapper softly nonconning darling:

soft noncon ♡2.8k

You break up with your fuckfriend, and he doesn't take it well:

FUBU ♡2.8k

Strict yandere captor hates when you curse:

FILTHY ♡2.6k

Another day waking up next to your yandere captor:

MORNING WOOD ♡2.6k

Boss uses his assistant whenever he wants and however he wants:

BOSS ♡2.5k

Creep captor dresses you up like a doll and takes pictures of you:

DOLL ♡2.5k

Poly yandere captors make you cum for them:

A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE ♡2.7k

Businessman yandere comes home to his little trophy wife:

STRESS BALL ♡2.6k

Your strict teacher fucks your throat raw in detention:

DETENTION ♡2.3k

Yandere captor loves watching you cum:

THAT SPECIAL PLACE ♡2.2k

Beast boyfriend x human reader:

INSTINCTS ♡1.9k

Yandere plays the good guy:

GOOD GUY ♡1.9k

Yandere kidnapper throatfucks you after anal:

ATM ♡1.8k

Orc x elf reader:

ORC x ELF ♡1.8k

Yandere captor using you as his pretty rope-bunny:

ROPE-BUNNY ♡1.8k

Condescending boyfriend:

HOPELESS ♡1.6k

Yandere kidnapper is a sexual sadist:

RIBBED CONDOMS ♡1.6k

Poly wolfboys x bunny reader:

BUNNYHOLES ♡1.6k

You try running away from your two poly yandere captors:

ROPE OR BAT? ♡1.5k

Colleague crushing on reader in office au:

CUT TO THE CHASE ♡1.5k

Yanderes who's obsessed with breeding:

FORCED BREEDING ♡1.5k

You're a popular airhead, and he's your loser tutor:

BLIND TRUST ♡1.5k

You become the spoiled prince's personal maid:

FARM ANIMAL ♡1.4k

Yandere captor staking claim to all your holes:

STUFFED ♡1.3k

Stepdaddy puts you in your place:

BRAT ♡1.3k

You're an older guy's pleasure pet:

BEDTIME FEEDING ♡1.1k

Omega reader tries running away from her Alpha mate:

SILLY LITTLE MATE ♡1k

Your jock bully asks you to tutor him:

NERD ♡1k

The Dickening.

Kink: Masochism || Hair-pulling || Orgy 

Pairing: 7 Demons x MC (F) [Lucifer x MC, Mammon x MC, Leviathan x MC, Satan x MC, Asmo x MC, Beelzebub x Belphegor x MC]. 

Fandom: Obey Me.

Warning: Fingering, Oral (Male and female), vaginal sex,   over-stimulation, breath-play, multiple-partners, spit-roasting, marking, rough-play, internal cum-shot, aphrodisiac. 

Day 14 of  @alloveroliver​.

Including prompts from @xxsycamore​​​

Thank you once more to @theinariakuma​​, @crystal13unny​​ and @andinewton​​​ for beta-ing (You are all angels).

Part 2

Tags: @thequeenofotakus-blog​, @kumovii @fairstival @acr2m @lilliansstuff @coldnachopeace @omg-mz-fanfic  @mammonsmainsimp​​​ @0-miles-away

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Hell to Pay (Part 1)

In which you call upon a demonic being who seems happy to do your bidding in exchange for a little companionship…

General Tags: +18 (Minors DNI), EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT, DARK CONTENT, Hawks x Reader, Takami Keigo x Reader, Female Reader, Fallen Angel!Hawks, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Mild to Moderate Angst, Mentions of Heavy Drinking, Reader Has Poor Self Esteem, Reader is a People Pleaser, Reader has an Ex-Boyfriend (but he’s kinda shitty), Hawks is a lil mean    

Part 1 Tags: Mentions of Death, Mild Blood, Implications of Emotional Manipulation 

Part 2 Tags: Sex as Payment, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Biting

Part II 

Also available on my AO3!

AN: uuh so that halloween fic….it’s ok if its 24 days late right???? 😂

PLEASE READ BEFORE DIVING INTO THE FIC!!

Many elements in this fic are taken from Dante’s Inferno and Paradise Lost, so please just bear that in mind before delving in!

There is also VERY DUBIOUS CONSENT – reader does agree in the end, but it’s not without some hesitation, so please do not read this if that makes you uncomfortable! In addition to the above tags, if descriptions of emotional manipulation, self-deprecation, sickness and severe headaches make you uncomfortable, then this fic will not be fun for you!    

I left the reader’s intentions for the summoning ambiguous because I thought that would be easier/more inclusive if that makes sense???

HUGE THANK YOU to @keilemlucent for beta reading! 💕💕💕  

Hell to Pay (Part 1)

Thirteen candles, three tubs of salt, ten tubes of paint and a clumsy hand wound.

What has your life come to? You’re probably not even doing this right. There must be some more in-depth method to a summoning, because this all seems too textbook.

Thirteen candles; twelve placed in a circle at each point of a clock so the demon can find the way out of Hell, and the thirteenth in your hand so the demon can find you.

A ring of salt around the twelve candles to keep it trapped. Hopefully a breeze doesn’t disrupt the circle mid-ritual…

Ten tubes of red paint to draw the pentagram, each symbol and image copied straight from the book you’d ordered.

And a hand wound to get the blood needed to entice the demon to come out. You would smack yourself across the face if it didn’t hurt so much. Because the concept of summoning a demon is so incredibly ridiculous – and the fact that you’re sitting before a scene that looks like it’s come straight from some cheaply made horror flick – that you want to scream.

But it’s worth a shot, isn’t it? You’ve had a pretty bad week. Even if this doesn’t work, it’s nice to fantasise about summoning the worst Hell has to offer and setting them loose as a collective fuck you to the world.

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Something that I find interesting about Oikawa is that he would be so observant when it came to you, not even a hawk could rival him.

I imagine him to be quite the pest when he's around you - always making some comment, stealing your things and dangling them somewhere where he knows you can't reach, just overall making all the little things in life that much more difficult. Why? Because he's bored and you happen to have the misfortune of being his favorite person ever. That's why!

But Oikawa takes mental notes, sometimes actual ones too. He probably has several notebooks dedicated to you and you wouldn't ever have a clue. He oozes with both natural charisma and childishness, which makes him a double threat. It is very easy for him to shift these two moods especially when the time calls for it. He sees the way you react because your reactions are important to him.

You are important to him.

That's why he makes sure to stay close to you as much as he possibly can, scaring off any potential threat regardless of sex. He may be a bit softer towards the girls who surround him but he always makes sure to let them down, to tell him that he's spoken for.

You just have no idea that it's you he's talking about.

Oikawa is used to success. But he also understands what it feels like to lose. That's why he does not have the courage to come clean to you. He can't help but to feel a little frustrated with you because, well, how dare you? How dare you exist there and be all cute? It's even worse when other people take notice and they actually have the courage to approach you, which just makes him want to knock their teeth out.

Oikawa is a pest. But in his way, that's his love language. He can be sweet, don't get me wrong! But messing with you is just too fun.

Ok re: hawks vs bird plushies. What if, okay, hear me out. what iiiiifffff before he had a chance to freak, you told hawks the plushie was your (plural your) son. As in “honey we adopted this bird” lol

Well now we’re just taking advantage of the poor idiot lol.

THE ALTERNATE VERSION

You can’t believe you managed to get your hands on the limited edition Hawks plush. You’re gonna cherish it forever and ever.

And then Hawks walks in while you’re hugging the stuffed version of him.

“Who is this?” Oh god he sounds mad. You were afraid that his bird brain would take this the wrong way. You have to come up with something fast, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Our son.”

Just like that, Hawks’s face shifts from anger to pure shock, eyes on the verge of popping out of his head.

You cradle your plushie like a small child to make this bullshit more convincing. “You always talk about how much you love kids and one day want to raise one of your own.” You kept going while rocking the little Hawks in your arms. “So I adopted one and brought him home. Already handled the paperwork.”

Hawks approached slowly, as if his boots were being weighed down by lead, shaky arms reaching out to touch his new child’s head. “What’s his name?”

Shit.

“Umm...uhh...it’s...Keigo?” 

The delusional hero beamed, eyes filling with tears. “We have the same name? Is this destiny, little guy?” He leaned in to take in the plushie’s face, hopefully not noticing just how lifeless it was. “From now on, you’re gonna be Junior. Keigo Jr.”

You’re doing your absolute best to keep a loving smile on your face as he takes the toy into his own arms and pulls you in for a group hug. “We’re a family now, my little lovebird.”

This might have been a mistake.

This was from the official Art Of Cuphead book xD

Yandere Diavolo please with an ex-s/o nsfw headcanons please

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Diavolo x GN!MC

Characters: Diavolo, Main Character

Additional Tags: yandere, Non-Con, imprisonment, unhealthy relationship, masturbation, violence, forced pregnancy (under bonus if you want to avoid it)

A/N: Yandere Diavolo, my love 💕

They broke up with him. He was clearly too caught up with them and they had to get out of it. They tried to break up as amicably as possible and Diavolo seemed to take it well. The key word being seemed to. In reality, he was livid. The man has only been denied one thing in his entire life (namely his father's love) and he refuses to ever be denied the love of someone he wants again.

He does love them, or so he tells himself. He knows he's the best option for them. They just need to see it for themselves. That's why he only smiles when they break up with him. He tells them that he hopes they can remain friends, using the trust he's already built up with them so they let down their guard.

Every time he thinks about them, he gets a little angry before that anger melts into missing them. He has to jerk one out while thinking about how he'd abuse their body in order to make himself feel better. It's a nice thought, imagining how he'd fuck them so hard their thighs bruise from him pumping into them.

He is not a patient man, but he can wait until the right time to make them see what he's known all along. They don't know it yet, but they never really broke up. Well, maybe it's time he teaches them.

For a demon like Diavolo, who has Barbatos at his side, getting into someone's home is easy. Grabbing them is easier, though he's hurt when they start screaming and yelling to let them go. He's especially hurt when they leave no choice but for him to smack them so they get themselves together. He never would have thought he'd have to raise his hand to them before, but here they were.

He just wanted to explain that, after so much time and thought, he forgave their little breakup stunt and was willing to make amends. They clearly aren't listening though as they shake and tremble with fear. Poor thing. He'll kiss where he hit them and apologize profusely. They just made him so angry because they wouldn't listen. He'll be better.

They see him for what he is; absolutely insane. Maybe they kick him in the groin, maybe they slip away from him, maybe he lets them go, but either way they free themselves and run for the front door. They slam it open and bolt through-

Only to find themselves in their bedroom.

The look of confusion that twists into rage and fear makes Diavolo hard as he follows in behind them. As if they could outrun him. As if he'd let them escape when they belong to him.

He'll hug them from behind, shushing them and whispering how he knows this is different but it's for the best. They belong together after all. He forgives them for their mistake in trying to break up. He's willing to overlook that they've been such a bad partner. All this while he's rubbing his clothed erection against their ass and his hands start to wander toward the hem of their pants.

They can fight him all they want, but this is going to happen. He is going to force them face first onto the bed, holding their arms behind their back, and he is going to see just how long it does take to bruise their thighs. If they scream, he'll go harder. If they cry, he will keep shushing them. If they go catatonic, he will whisper sweet nothings to them as if he wasn't violating someone he claimed to love. Either way, he won't stop until he's satisfied they understand the position they're in.

After that, it's like playing house. He's the big strong man who goes out and does his very important work. They're the beloved spouse who stays home and does whatever they want to pass the time. He doesn't really care what they do as long as they're waiting for him when he gets home. Barbatos is a good butler, so they don't even have to cook or clean for themselves.

They can try to find a way out, but all that does is result in Diavolo being upset when he comes back, so they quickly stop. 

If they're good, they get to look out the window or even watch TV just to see the world outside. Of course, Diavolo sticks his hand in their underwear and fingers them the entire time, but at least it's something.

They're Diavolo's plaything. Maybe in some perverse way he really does love them, but they can't see it. All they can see is the way he wants to own them in every humiliating and degrading way he can.

Their body knows his cock better than they know the back of their own hand. He makes them serve him everyday in exchange for everything. If they want to eat they have to blow him first, they can't sleep until they have at least one load inside of them, if they want something new to take their mind off their clear imprisonment they have to warm his cock until he decides to get it for them (it rarely stays a simple cockwarming). 

The worst part is that he has a rule that forbids them from cumming unless they tell him "I love you, honey" before they do. They hate that he makes them cum. They hate that when they forget to say it, he'll fuck them brutally until they can't think straight and their body feels limp and worthless.

The phrase is so ingrained in their head at some point that hearing him say it makes them cum on the spot. He does that a lot when he wants to punish them for something that he perceived as a slight. After all, they didn't say it so now he gets to ravish their body to his heart's content.

Diavolo is imagining the day they finally learn their lesson. He can't wait for the day they crawl into his lap, kiss his face, and apologize for being such a brat on the first place. He can't wait to hear them say how much they love him and have them mean it. He thinks about it every time he's pounding into the hole he's trained so well, wondering when their mind will finally break the same way their body has.

Bonus

If his partner is able to have children, he will dictate when they go on and are taken off birth control. If he decides he wants an heir, they will have no choice but to give him one. He'll make sure to cum inside of them over and over until he's sure they're pregnant.

He will be shockingly gentle while they are carrying his child. He won't let up on how often he forces them to serve him, but he will focus a lot more on their pleasure and making them feel good. He won't be as rough or violent with them either.

He loves to run his hands over their growing belly and watch them try to ride him so he can see what he's done to them. He and his precious partner made a life together. That turns him on more than anything else.

He loves to suck on their tits and taste the milk that comes out. He may need a few reminders that he can't have it all to himself. Reminders that are quickly met by him sucking harder as he fingers them brainless.

Whether he decides to knock them up again or they decide to beg him for another child just so he'll be gentle with them again, one isn't going to be enough.

If his partner is unable to have children, well that's a shame. He'll have to find someone else to make an heir with him in their place. Don't get upset, precious. He won't forget them.

In fact, he'll have to come home to them and fuck them extra just to prove how devoted he is. Maybe he'll fuck them the same way just so they know he's not actually cheating on them.

Even though they can't have children, he talks non-stop about how he's going to put a baby in them and make them a parent. He cums so much that they can't hold it all, which makes him upset. 

They won't be the biological parent of his heir, but they will be the only parent his heir knows so they may as well thank him for making them a parent. Go on. He wants to hear them say how happy they are that he and them will have a happy little family.

How long are Haikyuu boys’ dick in inches?

A/N:This has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year lmaooo let me get rid of it

Seijoh Four

Iwaizumi + Oikawa + Hanamaki + Matsukawa

Oikawa’s dick is so pretty. It’s long slender but definitely packs a punch. He is around 7 inches. His dick is so smooth and feel like absolute heaven sliding into you. The tip of his picklocks so pink and pretty especially when its dripping with pre-cum. He always keeps the hair around it short because he likes a neat clean cut. This man has an entire set he uses to shave and trim the hair. He likes to cockwarm your mouth with his dick. He just get a thrill off seeing you hot and ready practically begging him to fuck your mouth. Once he’s fucking into your mouth there’s no stopping him. He wants you to take all 7 inches of him until he’s spurting warm cum down your throat.

Hanamaki’s dick is everything. It’s so pretty and veiny His dick is around 6.5 inches and he definitely knows how to use it. This man could have you shaking with just one stroke. He’s so cocky about his dick because he knows it’s pretty and he knows he can make you cum. This tip of his dick is so thick and pretty, he can fuck you with just the tip and have you creaming.If you’re wondering, yes the drapes match the curtains. Hanamaki definitely doesn’t shave as much as he should but it’s not an unruly mess but, it’s a pink forest down there. He definitely fucks you nice and slow with it because he want you to feel every inch of him. He needs to see the way your eyes roll back every time he dips the tip of his dick inside of you just to tease you because we all know he likes to be a little tease.

Iwaizumi’s dick is so thick and long. This man has a veiny dick that looks so delicious and it will definitely stretch you out. He’s around 7.5 inches. At first he definitely had some unruly hair but Oikawa made him buy trimming tools with his and now he keeps it down to a decent cut. He doesn’t like the bald look. The tip of his dick is so thick and pink and practically always drooling with precut. He’s so thick and long he doesn’t mind having to hold your hips in pace because he knows how hard it can be to take all of him. Don’t expect him to go soft on you though because he shows no mercy, his dick is big and he’ll show you exactly how he puts it to use

Matsukawa’s dick shouldn’t even need an explanation. He’s so thick and big its almost unbearable…almost. This man is around 9 inches maybe more. He is definitely touching the cervix without even being fulling in. He’s so thick and veiny and has god sent sex skills. The way this man can leave you trembling and begging for more without even fully having his dick inside of you is like magic. Matsukawa is cocky because he knows his dick is big and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him that. He is an absolute menace. He likes seeing your face scrunch up when he’s stretching your hole. He likes to make you look at yourself while he fucks you just so you can see how fuck out of it you get because of his dick so of course that means mirror sex.