Hi guys!
I’ve offered this before but didn’t get a lot of response (and the one person who did I’ve sucked at remembering to do, so very sorry!)
But, because of “best stuff first” I’m pretty sure a lot of content is getting missed (and because of general dash activity).
So, if you’d like to be tagged so you don’t miss a post, please let me know. I can put you on the forever tag list which means I’ll tag you for all posts (both content and events).
Or if you prefer to only be tagged for work containing certain characters I can do that as well.
Or you can say “everything except for” and let me know which characters you don’t want to read about.
So yeah, send me a DM or an ask (off anon so I have your user name) and I’ll include you in the tags at the bottom of my work.
Thanks all!
Author: jadehqknb
:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?
Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.
- D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
- R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)
Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.
“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.
“I need you,” he replies simply.
She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.
He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.
He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.
Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.
He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.
Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”
He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.
Can I request a college au scenario where a girl suddenly asked Kuroo to be a nude model for her photography competition?? (I am melting just trying to imagine Kuroo posing nude) at first he wanted to be cool etc. but turns out the girl is interested in his dorky self and so she tries to make him laugh during photoshoot. Or it can be just a normal portrait (not nude) it is up to you!
Okay… So for this one… I kinda stole the idea from a NatsuxLucy (Fairy Tail) fic I read a LONG time ago… And I really REALLy loved it…. So the fic I read was pretty lengthy and had a few angsty parts, but this will just be the condensed version, basically… I don’t really have too much time to make an entire fic haha! Thanks for Requesting! – Admin Satori ❤
Kuroo Tetsurou:
How in the hell were you supposed to do this assignment? Nude drawings? Of someone you knew? Someone who spoke to not only to your art form but to your very spiritual core? You huffed and tossed your paperwork off to the side, watching it slide just a bit out of the way and start to fall off the bench you were sitting on. You suddenly lunged for it, trying to grab just the edges when suddenly a large hand appeared on the other end of the paperwork, catching it just in time. Your wide eyes slowly traveled up the toned arm to meet a pair of golden eyes. “T-Tetsurou?” You blinked in surprise, not having expected him of all people to be attending the same school as you.
Kuroo smiled, “_____! Hey, how’ve you been?” His voice was calm, testing the waters of whatever acquaintance he still had with you. You’d grown up with Kuroo, had dated him for a few months back in middle and early high school. But things had gotten in the way, and the two of you had slowly lost touch over the years….
Try as you may, date as many guys after him as you had…
Yet, your heart still belonged to him.
“I’m doing great! Wow, it’s been a long time.” You smiled fondly up at him, barely seeing his hand place your items back on the bench within reach. “You have classes here? I would have thought the big shot you are would have gone on to be Tokyo’s greatest volleyball player!” You teased, knowing he’d, at one point, truly dreamed of becoming a national player.
His hand waved you off and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, “I’m nearly 24, ____. I can’t be daydreaming of the national team that never will be.” Kuroo chuckled, “They’re loss really.” He shrugged before taking a seat next to you, your school bag being the only thing separating the two of you on the bench. “What’s all this then?” He asked, pulling your assignment back from your bag and reading it over. Your eyes widened and quickly took the paper from him, not wanting him to see the embarrassment you’d have to be put through.
“Nothing…. Just a dumb assignment…. You know… I need a few electives before graduation is even a possibility…. So I thought ‘why not take art? It’ll be easy!’”
“And you got slapped in the face with the nude drawing assignment?” He raised a dark eyebrow at you, and, still, you didn’t meet his gaze, your cheeks dusted in a light blush. “I’ll do it for you.” He offered suddenly, and your eyes immediately snapped to meet his, “I’ll be your model.” He smirked at you, leaning towards you, squishing your backpack between his thigh and yours, “You just have to try not to fall in love with what you see.”
You laughed and pushed him away playfully, “You’re so dumb.” You mumbled before shaking your head and standing up with your things, “I couldn’t ask that of you, Tetsurou… Although we may have dated for a few months, you know as well as I do that neither of us saw each other naked, so I don’t know if I’d be too comfortable with that.” You admitted easily, moving your backpack to your chest to be able to put your paperwork back in it’s proper place.
He stared up at you from beneath his dark lashes, and your breath stilled in your throat from the intense sight. What you wouldn’t give to actually draw that stare of his and keep it for yourself. The project be damned. But his smirk made your mind clear and remind yourself that he wasn’t exactly the serious type, he didn’t really seem like he’d let you live down drawing him in all his glory. And if you drew him wrong? Sketched something completely different than how it was? Forget ever being able to think without his teasing and mocking. You knew he wasn’t saying anything for a reason. He was trying to smolder you into agreeing and have him be your model. And for fuck sake if it wasn’t working.
Sighing in defeat, knowing this was going to be one hell of a project, you closed your eyes and nodded, “Fine, Tetsurou… you can be my model.” You mumbled, “Be at my apartment around 8 next Monday… and we can get started.”
Next Monday came, and while Kuroo was undressing in your ‘art studio’, which was just a section of your bedroom that you’d designated with the best lighting for your art, you were quietly panicking in the bathroom.
The week between meeting him since high school and today had blurred past you in a series of small dates with the stranger turned close friend. He’d taken you for coffee, dinner, lunch, he’d buy your breakfast and he’d even run errands for you. You couldn’t fathom why either! You couldn’t even tell if he was confused that this was simply a project and not something you’d planned to get him back.
But each and every one of his actions towards you, his favors, his running your errands… his thoughtfulness towards you, it filled you with hope. Maybe you two would get back together.
A knock at the door scared you out of your delusions and you looked towards it with wide panicked eyes. “____? You ready to sketch this perfection?” Kuroo called through the door and you wanted to smack that smirk out of his voice. Maybe you didn’t want the two of you to get back together after all.
“I’m coming.” You called back lamely, taking a deep breath and washing your face in water before opening the door. He stood just outside the doorway, his right hand leaning on the wood of it while his left hand held a towel in place around his waist. You had to pause for a moment, blinking a few times to try to make sense of what it was you were supposed to be doing again. How could someone so infuriating and annoying be so… goddamn attractive? He smiled down at you, his black hair as messy as ever and covering half his face. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from drooling before maneuvering around him as best you could, “Come on, the assignment is due next week.” You reminded, forcing yourself from looking back at him and feel your insides warming at how fluidly and perfectly, even gracefully, his body moved as he followed you.
“You have time… I mean.. I’m not really sure how thought out this project needs to be, but all that’s left now is you to actually draw me…” He shrugged, following your instruction as you placed him on your rented model stand, moving him around to best suit your art style. He watched you closely, even when you turned his head to best fit what form you were going for, and the way your eyes focused so intensely on his bare skin made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He still loved you. Years later, and you were still on his mind, running through his dreams, reminding him to better himself. He wanted you back, he truly did – that’s why he’d taken up this opportunity to be your model… So he could spend his days with you while his dreams were filled with you during the night.
Finally the moment for his towel to be removed came and your hands shook as you reached for the fabric – his only cover from your eyes. His eyes watched you intensely, and you couldn’t help but notice the small blush on his cheeks as your hand made contact with the towel, the slightest pressure making his usually calm nerves suddenly become erratic. You suddenly cleared your throat before pulling the towel from his waist, tossing it behind you so as not to hide from the entire view of his body.
You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting. He was a tall young man, dark bedhead hair, long long legs that you felt went on forever, everything about him was relatively big… And his penis was no different. While the moment called for embarrassment, Kuroo was thankful he wasn’t sporting a hard on with your first viewing of all of him. But he knew the more you looked at it, the more self conscious he’d become about his size and his exposure.
Realizing the moment was becoming a bit more embarrassing than an artist needs to make it for their model, you stepped back, tilting your head this way and that to make sure everything looked in place. Everything. The assignment asked for an organic type of pose, not something completely robotic and mechanical looking. Sighing, you sat down and pulled the paper close to you, getting ready to work your magic. “Okay…. Tetsurou…” You called quietly, seeing his golden eyes trained on you still, “Don’t move.” You instructed, seeing his lips quirk in a small smirk before you were focused on getting his exact likeness in your drawing.
“This just looks absolutely awful…” You groaned into your hands after closing your journal. It’d been a whole week since he first came to pose for you, and almost every day since you’d worked endlessly on the art piece so it was absolutely perfect. You’d barely had any sleep, and you were wearing yourself almost completely ragged; Kuroo saw this, and not only felt enormously guilty for not being the perfect model, but also felt concerned over your dedication. Were you putting this much effort just because it was him? Or did you give this much of yourself in all of your pieces? When you both had reunited a little over a week ago, you’d spoken of the class as if it was something to laugh at, so he figured you’d just half ass it and turn it in…
He looked over at you, breaking his pose and seeing you visibly shaking. Kuroo integrally panicked before grabbing the towel to wrap around his waist and walk over to you. He took a seat next to you and let his right arm rest on the other side of your body as he nudged you with his shoulder, “No way – if you’re the artist, I’m sure it’s perfect!” He tried to encourage, but couldn’t really formulate what exactly he wanted to say. His left hand reached for the journal, but you slapped it away. His hand recoiled and he gave you a shocked expression, “What? I can’t even see it?”
You shook your head, “No. It’s completely just a mess… I can’t get your likeness at all.. Every time I try… It’s like my hand automatically reverts to cartoons and hard lines…” You whined, tossing your head back and feeling only a little surprise when the base of your head came into contact with his shoulder. You groaned and closed your eyes, “I think I’m just going to drop the class… Then I can take something better or easier – it’s just an elective anyway…” You muttered, your frown slowly turned into a pout and you crossed your arms over your chest; Now you were just being childish.
Kuroo smiled down at you, and before he could actually think about what he was doing… His lips were gently pressed against your pouting ones. You only tensed for a moment, having not expected him to make his move at this juncture of your struggling, but in the next second you were kissing him back. No one said anything, there was no apologies for inviting himself into your personal space, and there was no hesitation or rejection coming from your end. It’s almost as if the two of you just continued where you’d left off back in high school.
Only…. He was still naked.
You don’t know when or how this had happened; when you’d fallen for him all over again, so easily, without any fear. But you had. You’d always loved him, but falling in love with him all over again had definitely been an adventure for the both of you. An unexpected turn in your lives, two souls finding one another again after time apart. And you were completely positive your hearts and your souls would continue to find each other – no matter how many times the two of your separated.
The morning light streamed through your blinds right into your eyes, and you inhaled suddenly as you were pushed into the conscious world. You blinked a few times, holding your hand in the way of the sunlight so your eyes were thrown in the shade once more, trying to get your bearings. You closed your eyes again, feeling your body come into your senses once more, feeling soreness.
Soreness…
Your eyes snapped open and you sat up in your bed, looking down at your body as the sheet fell away to reveal your decorated skin. The decorations being hickies and bruises. You blinked, not understanding what it was you were currently seeing, not understanding what you’d just done with the person sleeping in the bed next to you…
Turning your head, you finally realized someone was sleeping next to you. As peaceful as ever, Kuroo slept while facing you, his left arm thrown out and resting over your waist while his other was bunched up under the pillow under his head, his lips were a little bruised and slightly parted; You could hear his steady breath as he continued to dream, his lips twitching into a serene smile now and then, and you wondered what it was he was dreaming about. Though, you had an idea of what it could be. His hair, as bedhead as it usually is, was actually pushed back from his face while he slept, making his expression look all the more relaxed with the new reveal of the right side of his face.
Something was running through your veins, and you reached over him as quietly and discreetly as you could to grab your sketching journal. Sitting back, keeping his arm on your waist, you focused all your energy into drawing his likeness into the paper; the only sound in the morning light being the scratching of your pencil on the paper, and yours and Kuroo’s combined breathing. Though, focusing so much on your drawing, you noticed you were holding your breath most of the time. Motivation wasn’t what pushed you – it wasn’t even inspiration… It was something more. Something stronger that pulled your hand over the paper, getting all his angles and gentle curves – every point in his messy hair to the very delicate curvature of his lips and eyelashes.
The final product was… There were no words for how not only perfect it’d come out, but for how the picture you’d drawn almost completely mirrored the peaceful man beside you. You placed your journal and drawing utensils off to the side of the bed, knowing your class wasn’t until later that day, before curling up in the blankets once more, scooting as close to Kuroo as you dared. But you didn’t have to worry about waking him up by getting too close, because once he’d felt you start to stir, he pulled you close to his body with the arm that was laying on you. You tensed just the slightest, waiting for some teasing remark from him or even some snarky confidence – but the only thing you heard was a content exhale. You closed your eyes and let your ear rest against his chest, hearing his heart beating strong in his chest. And you realized…
His heart beat matched yours – exactly. In every way possible. You felt connected to this man in more than just the physical sense. You felt it spiritually. You felt his soul entwining with yours, and you knew you could overcome anything as long as he was by your side.
Your teacher said you’d mastered the assignment.
Edit: So I realized after making the entire scenario that the request was for PHOTOGRAPHY!!!!!….. I done goofed!!!!! Uuughhh But I hope you like it, sweetheart!!! Please accept my apologies!!!!
I love this and I think it works better somehow as a sketch instead of photography. Really well done!
Scenario of Hyuuga now a coach of a high school team (can be Seirin if you want) and his cute wife brings him his forgotten bento. Hope it’s not too specific!
Coming right up @vball-baes-bball-babes! It’s short but I hope you enjoy it!
“Again!” Hyuuga commanded again as soon as his players reached the court line. His eyes trailed each player as they ran at their own pace, hearing echoes of their pants throughout the gym as they abruptly stopped at the beginning line. “Again!”
As the new generation of Seirin’s basketball players sprinted across the court, Hyuuga noticed some of the boys look towards the door behind him. He turned to find you with a smile. Hyuga smiled at you as you walked towards him with a wave. The Seirin basketball players began to loudly pant as they finished their run.
“Okay, five-minute break. Go!”
“Yes, Coach!” the team responded just before they ran off even faster than their sprints. Their water bottles were calling them more than finishing the sprints wholeheartedly.
You giggled to see your husband shake his head. “Don’t be so hard on them right now. It is the first week of practice.”
“Go ahead and say that in front of Riko and see how she responds. She’ll think I’m even weaker than I was in high school,” Hyuuga scoffs. His eyebrows raise to see the bag you held behind you. “What’s that?”
“You forgot your bento, so I brought it to you,” immediately, you pouted. “Just how busy have you been that you forgot to eat lunch?”
Hyuuga flinched with a nervous smile. It grew even timider when you began to scowl. Your body leaned closer with the plastic bag up but your scowl would not leave, even as Hyuuga rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. Your growl became more intimidating.
Wives were scary.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Hyugga protested in a hushed tone. You had to hold back your small laugh when Hyuuga’s cheeks became pink. He would look to his players that snickered then back to you. As he snatched the plastic bag swiftly, Hyuuga snapped to his players with a pointing finger. “Time to lift weights, go!”
Immediately, every player groaned as they ran to the weight room.
You laughed. As Hyuuga turned to you with a pout, you grasped his shoulder and stood taller. The softness of your plump lips against his cheek made his cheeks turn to a bright red.
“H-Hey, I told you not in front of the players,” Hyuuga grumbled. Your husband was the cutest ever. As you kissed his cheek again, a smile shyly appeared.
“That’s why you sent them to the weight room, right?” you teased, poking Hyuuga’s nose.
Suddenly, Hyuuga wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. The two of you laughed together when your lips pressed tightly against each other. Your eyes met as your foreheads pressed against each other. The aura of the gym changed from hectic and cold to comforting and content. Hyuuga could never admit it, but it was obvious his world could change in seconds.
“Thank you. I’ll see you at home, okay?” Hyuuga said as before kissing your lips lightly again.
You lightly pressed your lips against his with a small laugh. “Hurry home, okay dear?”
Awwwww!!!! Thank you, this is so cute!!! I simply adore Hyuuga and this was a pleasant surprise to get tonight!
In addition to people being tagged in your posts, they can also do get notifications for your account. That’s how I make sure I don’t miss anything :) It’s up in the top right corner where the person is. Tap it and the option is underneath there.
Thanks anon! I’ve definitely encouraged this as well! Take note guys and if you need further help with settings let me know and I’ll be happy to help!
There’s a petition out to get rid of the Best Stuff First option on Tumblr in order to defend the artists out there who have dropped in notes/exposure.
Guys.
Sign it.
Guys, please sign this petition to remove Best Stuff First. This “feature” is adding to what already feels like a losing battle for us as content creators to get feedback. Trust me, we don’t want to have to reblog our own stuff over and over again just so you can see it! We want chronological posting back or at least have this be an opt in feature instead of a default you have to opt out of.
Thanks all!
Let Me Be Honest
Hey everyone, it’s Lana. I need to finally get something off my chest that has been weighing heavily on my mind for a while. I’m sure you’ve seen several posts floating around tumblr about how writers don’t seem to be getting as much notes and feedback which bothers them. If I’m being honest, mostly with myself, it does affect how I write and how frequently I fill out requests. I love writing, I truly do, but lately it’s lost all of it’s spark.
It’s a bit frustrating when I spend a lot of time and effort on a request to make sure that my readers enjoy it, but nowadays I hardly get notes for my writing. It’s not any one person’s fault specifically of course, and it could be contributed to a fandom that’s simply not as active anymore, but it’s very discouraging to me at least. There’s nearly 5,000 of you and it’s hard enough to get close to 50 notes. No, I don’t write for notes, of course, but I don’t want to keep writing if it’s no longer satisfactory. I don’t get paid for this and I don’t ask for payment per request, this simply isn’t very fulfilling at this point in my life.
I’m sorry if it seems like my thoughts are all over the place (because they are), but my point is that feedback is so very important to writers. At this rate, I won’t be updating as often anymore because I don’t enjoy it right now nor do I think others do. Hopefully you won’t be too upset with me when you read this, but unfortunately this is what it’s come down to for now.
-Admin Lana 💫
I’ll have to agree on this point everyone!
I LOVE writing, I love writing about our volleyball boys, I love writing about my OCs, I love writing angst and nsfw and much more!
But y’all are KILLING me with the small notes….
Like I’m not saying “my work is so amazing it should get a like every time” but I have almost 2,500 of y’all following me and yet I only get an average of MAYBE 20-25?
I actually have a few more requests lined up that I’m writing and should be posting within the next couple of days – so I’m not as upset as Admin Lana, but I completely understand where she’s coming from!
I bust my ass to write something y’all like, and it’s very discouraging and at times heartbreaking to barely get anything back in the form of feedback, reblogs, likes, comments….
I don’t know, this may just be a moot point and may not change anything, but I’ll continue to tough it out at least until the ask box is emptied out.
I owe you all at least that much…. 😓
-Admin Satori 💔
I echo everything here, it’s a trend that is rampant throughout almost all content creator contribution sites.
It’s so discouraging to work hard on stuff only to receive like two percent return on it in feedback.
And don’t think we don’t appreciate you as individuals, each ask (within reason) are important to us but at the same time we are left feeling like we are contributing to a black hole.
I know season 4 of Haikyuu doesn’t seem to be coming any time soon but with the amount of manga readers and those seeking content to supplement waiting for new canon material or just wanting a different flavor of content for much beloved characters I have a hard time fully believing the fandom is dying or dead.
I hope the amount of posts y’all are seeing of this nature from small, medium and large blogs (in terms of followers) will drive home the fact that hobby or not, we as content creators are sad, tired, discouraged and disappointed by the lack of feedback. And I think I’m safe in saying those feelings embed deep in our minds and hearts and we doubt ourselves first.
That begins to eat away at motivation, inspiration, energy and desire to write. It’s the cold hard truth. I’m so tired of playing down and apologizing for asking for feedback.
I’m tired of begging.
I entered the world of Tumblr not only to find more content but more interaction than I was getting elsewhere. I don’t think creators should be shamed or mocked for our need, yes our NEED, for feedback.
If writing just for the sake of writing were enough, none of us would have reason to post. We’d write for ourselves and keep it. But we want and need to hear from you, to know our work is being read, enjoyed and that you want more of it.
In the grand scheme of things, we’re putting HOURS of time, energy, effort, heart and soul into creating content (most of it FOR FREE) and we can’t get feedback appropriately proportioned to the number of followers we have. That has to stop or the likelihood of blogs continuing to go on indefinite hiatus or disappearing all together will be the new trend.
I know this turned into a rant but these things need to be said.
Please give feedback, please reblog, please like, please send us messages of appreciation (or constructive feedback so we can improve).
PLEASE DON’T BE PART OF THE BLACK HOLE.
J and H and Iwaizumi for the smut hc!
H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)
Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.
His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.
She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”
J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)
“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.
And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.
“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”
The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.
“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.
“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.
“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.
“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.
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Hi guys!
I’ve offered this before but didn’t get a lot of response (and the one person who did I’ve sucked at remembering to do, so very sorry!)
But, because of “best stuff first” I’m pretty sure a lot of content is getting missed (and because of general dash activity).
So, if you’d like to be tagged so you don’t miss a post, please let me know. I can put you on the forever tag list which means I’ll tag you for all posts (both content and events).
Or if you prefer to only be tagged for work containing certain characters I can do that as well.
Or you can say “everything except for” and let me know which characters you don’t want to read about.
So yeah, send me a DM or an ask (off anon so I have your user name) and I’ll include you in the tags at the bottom of my work.
Thanks all!
:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?
Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.
- D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
- R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)
Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.
“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.
“I need you,” he replies simply.
She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.
He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.
He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.
Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.
He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.
Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”
He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.
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