Imagine With Me If You Will... Bieng The MSBY Team Manager And Taking The Boys To Onigiri Miya After

ahhhh omg thank you so much for reblogging my mattsun fic lovely! 💞 hope you enjoyed it~ here's a random question for you: who from haikyuu are you inviting over for flirty boardgames?

Of course 💖

And first instinct is to say Nishinoya, I think he would be the upfront and flirty type... but I'm also thinking of my himbo boys that accidentally flirt like Lev or Hinata, like they do not realise the weight of their words or the looks that they give you

typing... | miya atsumu

After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation

wc: 3.7k

A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse​ for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!

find part two, message delivered, here!

Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.

One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”

Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”

“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.

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colors

𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘹 fem!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. not incest. cheating. mentions of infidelity. dacryphilia. temperature play. slight burning mentions. fingering. one (1) tongue lick. smoking. it’s toji. he’s mandatorily going to be slightly toxic.

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thank you to @two-percent-milk and @lovesakusa​ for beta reading and editing my sins. @lovetsumie for an immaculate post to inspire me on toji’s dick. 

This was fucked up. It was fucked up and you knew it was. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but it’s the only way your heart squeezed in that sickeningly pleasant way – the only reason you wanted to sleep over any more.

You looked up at him, eyes dancing over the serenity in his features. Handsome. Somehow boyish in the length of his lashes and the way his lips parted in a slight laugh. He made you feel like an endangered animal – preciously encaged for safety and sanctuary yet never letting you see home again.

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in-game | miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi

pairing: miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, gamer boy au, mentions of call of duty (mentions of gun violence in a video game), mentions of sakusa wearing glasses, fingering, cunnilingus, manipulation, the difficult task of gaming while horny, jealousy, does this count as phone sex?, discord sex?, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, squirting  

word count: 842

author’s note: this is the first (incredibly self-indulgent & unofficial) installment of the gamer boy series!! just a little something to get u warmed up!! 🎮

Atsumu makes a pleased noise over your headset. “You sound distracted, what’s going on over there?”

“Noth—thing, just trying to focus,” you pant out, a moan slipping through your parted lips as you gasp for air.

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i see the love in her eyes

please dni if not 16+ thank u!

jean x reader x connie

modern!au

the title is inspired by swimming pools by kendrick lamar

this blurb is jean + connie x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this blurb has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

i saw a tiktok talking about being sandwiched between these two while swimming pools by kendrick lamar is playing: [@armins.sea.shell420] and y’all know a bitch jumped at the opportunity😁

a/n: i have so much love for jean and connie, they are my favorite duo. this fic is appreciation for them, JEAN AND CONNIE SUPREMACY! also two aot episodes tomorrow!!(that’s if i finish writing this fic right now, it’s currently 3:43 AM)

edit: it is now 5:17 AM and i need to go to bed, be back later:D 

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain explicit language), alcohol consumption, smut: light public sex, slapping(very slight, only once, consensual), oral(fem and male!receiving), degradation + praise, unprotected sex w/ creampie, voyeurism, threesome.

word count: 3.8k words

summary: somehow, on a friday night, you found yourself in sigma phi’s frat house, sipping on a smirnoff ice. it’d be nice to have someone to keep you company. two’s a party, but three’s a riot.

i was in the dark room, loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon…

you don’t know why you let ymir and historia convince you to come to the party tonight. one; you hated frat houses, and two; you knew they’d leave you mid-way through to go makeout against some wall. yet, you fell victim to historia’s sweet smile and ymir’s threatening glare.

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thank u for reblogging my jean + connie fic😁😁😁

Of course! It was so good just *chefs kiss*

who: matsukawa x v!reader

what: adult characters, dumb humor, flirting, some kitchen spice, finger sucking, getting filthy in your roommate’s bed

wc: 2709

cross posted to the ao3

a little something i vibed to 💘

this is extremely self indulgent! and jokes on you, but my dialogue is self referential. have fun 🥴 (not sorry for the multiple hercules references)

“Fuck you!” you whine, rolling your eyes.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Matsukawa quipped, eyes glittering with mischief.

“Now now, children,” Hanamaki giggled, “it’s just a game.”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning submission with a dramatic sigh. Did you plan a weekly board game night at Mattsun and Makki’s apartment, just to chase this feeling? Maybe. Flirting with Mattsun came easy. The chemistry between you two was blatantly obvious. So much so that, on multiple occasions, Makki had joked about moving out just so you could take his place. You tried to picture it, more often than you were willing to admit. Just the thought of spending one night alone with Mattsun made your heart pound and mind wander, let alone, every night…

“Your turn… Hello?” Mattsun tilted his head with curiosity, “No need to daydream when the real thing’s right in front of you baby.”

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i keep thinking abt your shinsuke x “”natural”” reader nd my mind tells me omi not only wouldn’t give a shit abt body hair ;; but he would encourage you to grow it out 😵‍💫😵‍💫

kiyoomi full bush enthusiast brrr

cw: afab, gender neutral, & hairy reader

oh absolutely. it all started when you texted him late one night, saying "omi, can i come over?" only for him to reply, "absolutely not, it's too late for you to be out. i'll come to your apartment instead."

he comes into your apartment to see you stretched big across the couch uncomfortably, you’d been sitting there for far too long probably-- bored out of your mind and body aching with restlessness. he sets his overnight bag on the bench by your door, slipping off his shoes and washing his hands before coming over to you on the couch. 

you spread your legs so he can lie between them, and although he tries to be polite, his eyes flick down to be greeted by the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever seen. your short shorts have ridden up in all the right places, and he can see the thick, coarse hair that moves down your inner thighs from your pussy. he doesn’t do anything then, just lying between them and snuggling you real tight and doing his best to ignore the heat in his pants. 

it plants the idea into his mind, though, and that’s enough to drive him crazy. if you’ve got that much hair on your thighs, what must it be like between your legs? he feels like a teenager again, unable to keep the image out of his mind and his dreams, even. maybe he has a wet dream about how it would feel to bury his face in your hairy pussy, or feel the way your juices coat his tongue and chin and fingers, or how good it’d feel lightly scratching the fat head of his cock, but he’ll never tell you about it.

he can’t stop thinking about spreading you wide open with his fingers and seeing the way your pussy drools and how pretty the hair glistens when it’s wet with his spit and your arousal, and so when he finally builds up the courage to ask if he can eat you out, he’s already thought about it a thousand times.

he does exactly what he’d been thinking of, spreads you open with his thumbs and presses his nose right into your hair as his tongue lays a slow, hot, and heavy stripe from bottom to top, swirling around your clit with a strained moan brewing in his throat just as much as one does in yours.

he has no problem helping you shave if you want him to, but he’ll never complain about any body hair at all, and he enjoys it more when it’s fully natural. sure, he’s well-kept overall, but that doesn’t mean he wants that from you. he wants the opposite, actually, and genuinely wonders why you shave at all when it feels and looks that fucking good when you don’t.

he’s such a pervert when it comes to you and your body, he’ll absolutely encourage you to grow it out because to him, it looks better that way anyway. <3

please reblog if you enjoyed!

taglist: @taones-main @menace-gz @keishinslove @dilfchoso @xomiya  @devilkou @angelashido @omiishii @iheartcienfuegos @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein @divinetemptation

definition of a good boy | a.a.

summary: literally you just peg the FUCK out of armin arlert. that’s it. and he looks real fucking pretty taking it.

WARNINGS: smut (18+), switch!reader (but majority femdom), switch!armin (majority sub <3), PEGGING, edging, anal fingering ahgnfkld, safe word (not used), oral (fem-receiving), overstim, praise kink, minor dacryphilia bc that shit HITS pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader word count: 3.7k

a/n: if armin no like peg, why he look like THAT last episode? ANYWAY this is who i represent now. just,,, pegging men and making them cry

crossposted on ao3

You wonder how many times Armin’s thought about this before. Or even, the first time at least. 

Was it when you rode him until he was crying for relief, your hands around his throat and your lips ravaging his own? Or maybe that time you had riled him up until he had you pinned in an alleyway just outside a fucking embassy, panties swept aside by the crook of his fingers and cock sheathed inside your wet folds as you cried out into his shoulder.

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non proofread drabble of kazu watching you and fuyu fucking on surveillance :D

tonight was just another ordinary work evening. the shelves had been stacked, the legs had been placed in their night hampers and all that was left to do was lock up the tills and the doors to head home. that’s how kazutora thought his night would go, but chifuyu seemed to have other plans. where had he been for the last half an hour? kazu had done the evening routine ready for lock up all on his own but his colleague and best friend was nowhere to be seen, nor had he been for a while. it was 15 minutes to closing, and kazu was getting pretty annoyed with his counterpart. he didn’t want to have to stay any later than he had to, wanting to lock up and go home to his long awaited bed and kitten at home. fuck. had chifuyu already gone home? no, he couldn’t have, his keys were still in the behind his counter. where the fuck was he? and what the fuck was he doing right before lock up?

having had enough of waiting, kazutora began making his way to the surveillance room to see for himself just what his partner was doing. hopping into the surveillance chair, he quickly entered the password and opened up the shop floor cameras. chifuyu, chifuyu, chifuyu, nope. not on the shop floor. maybe he was in one of the break rooms passed out again? he always ended up napping in there. one, two, ah here we go. opening up the camera footage with a click he finds his friend pretty quickly, chifuyu was in one of the old break rooms like he had predicted. what kazu hasn’t predicted though was that you’d be in there with fuyu, or what you two would be doing. the camera quality wasn’t the best, the cameras in the break rooms were old and had been unused for years, but he knew what he was looking at. his friend was ducking his girlfriend on their break room, on the clock no less. he could barely believe his eyes. he knew chifuyu had a girlfriend, he talked about it every chance he got, but to be fucking you on the clock? while anyone could be watching or walk in? god, were you both crazy? he the thinks, his hand slowly creeping towards his clothed cock, strained hard against his work slacks. god, was he crazy? he had to be, he was hard as a rock seeing his friend fucking his girlfriend. he should look away, he should leave and give you both some privacy, he shouldn’t stay in there any longer, yet he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the small screen.

your face was pressed up against the door, fist full of hair in chifuyus hands as he drove his cock into you. fuck, you looked so good. he could see your mascara smearing down your cheeks, lip between your teeth as you were presumably trying to keep quiet. after a few minutes of gawking at your fucked out expression kazutora finally placed a hand around his cock, slowly fisting himself to the video i front of him. he shouldn’t be doing this. he should stop, but he can’t, his precum providing a delicious slick to his movements as he pictured himself being the one to fuck you. what kind of face would you make if he was fucking you? god he wanted to know. his movements were becoming sloppy, frantic, desperate, as he felt his orgasm approaching. fuck, he didn’t want to cum yet, a sick part of him wanted to cum along with you. he temporarily halted his movements with a hearty groan, willing to wait until he could see you fall apart before he too finished. he really should stop, should have stopped so long ago, but he was in too deep now. so entranced by the video in-front of him all logical thinking was thrown out the window as he began fucking into his fist again. whines began spilling out from his lips trapped between his teeth as he tried so hard to savour this image in his mind. the way you took hi- chifuyus cock, the way your eyes were barely able to stay open and your mouth was now agape. fuck, you’re so pretty. how he wished it was his cock driving into you, his hand in your hair as he was mouthing at your neck. god, the image alone is enough to make his stomach form that familiar knot. he was so close, so so close. he didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to wait for you to cum first but fuck you were just so hot he couldn’t help himself. barely 10 minutes in and he was already spilling himself inside his boxers, head thrown back in pure bliss as he pictured your tight walls around him instead of his fist, your name dripping from his lips like a mantra. holy shit, he was fucked. he was so fucked, god, what had he just done? unlucky for him, just as he was gaining some form of clarity he looked back at the screen and saw you guys had finally finished up. groaning at the mess in his pants he tried to hurry to the bathroom before he ran into you two, knowing he definitely would not be able to handle looking at either of you right now or ever. he thought you guys were the crazy ones, but now he’s starting to think maybe he isn’t far off himself. either way, he will definitely be stopping by the surveillance room again in the future. for safety reasons, of course. yeah, safety reasons.