I want the D wink wink and R for Daichi please?

Thank you for requesting my favorite captain!!

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

“Dai..Daichi.”

Karasuno’s captain looked up at his girlfriend, her head thrown back, mouth open and hair spilling down. He gathered strands of it in his fist, tugging sharply as his other hand pushed her harder against his thigh.

“You’re soaked princess,” he mused, tone full of arrogance. Well placed arrogance one might add. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were gonna come on my leg.” He moved his hand to her neck, tugging her to look at him. Her eyes were swimming in lust, kiss abused lips parted with wanton moans and gasps spilling out. “Is that what you want? Do you want to come on my leg?”

“Ye…yes, Daichi, I wanna come, please,” she responded, cheek burning bright.

“Hmmmmm, you have been a good girl lately.” His hand left her neck, joining its partner on her waist and he pulled down while pressing his foot up to grind her hard against his thigh, his skin feeling the slick of her arousal. “Fuck you look so good like this,” he remarked. Leaning forward, he latched his lips around her one exposed breast.

“Daichi, oh god, yes, please,” she cried, the sight of him sucking her nipple sending heat and wet rushing anew to her already aching core.

“Come baby girl, come for your daddy,” he commanded and she did, shrieking his name.

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

When Daichi is feeling needful, he doesn’t waste time with teasing or subtlety. He’ll pull her close to him and kiss her till they both can’t breathe.
He’s also more vocal than usual, moaning and sighing over every little touch and kiss. Him to her or her to him, it doesn’t matter, he’s reveling in the physical contact he’s been craving.
He tends to be a generous lover (despite his daddy kink) but when he needs her now it’s all business for this captain, though softer.

“Suck my cock,” he sighed, tone belying his need.
She shifted to her knees, looking up at him with hooded eyes and a coy smile. “Yes, captain.” Her breath made his dick twitch, a long moan of relief flooding out his mouth as her lips encased it.

Once satisfied, he’ll spend the rest of the night servicing her making sure to return in kind the pleasure she showed him.

“Fuck you always taste amazing,” Daichi said, voice muffled slightly between her legs.
“More Dai, please,” she begged, hips rising to seek more of his tongue which he gladly provided.

Kiyoshi Tepp-bae wink wonk Ummm D, O, R, and Y lolol

Hello dear! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long to do. I did say (2) letters per character so I went ahead and picked them. Hope you enjoy!

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

Teppei moans into her neck, sliding his hands up and down her waist as she grinds against his crotch. They’d barely made it into his apartment, her lips everywhere she could reach on the taller male. He’d chucked his shirt but hadn’t had the presence of mind to yank off his pants or her skirt before pulling her into his lap. The feel of her pressed against his burning erection pulls a sharp inhale from them both.

“Uhn, that feels so good,” he moans, thrusting upwards.

“Teppei, let me up so we can take off our clothes.” She moves to stand up but he tugs her down.

“Please baby, I can’t wait,” he confesses, eyes burning into hers.

She nods, shifting her weight to a preferable angle and presses down hard, raking her fingers through his hair to tug his face to her chest, the top of which he’s managed to expose through use of eager fingers prior to his hands reaching their current position on her hips. He licks the salt sweat from her skin, reveling in the taste of her as she continues to grind against him.

The room fills with the sound of heavy breathing, gasps and moans of each other’s name

occasionally

breaking through.

Kiyoshi falls heavily against the back of the couch, mouth hung open in desperation for air. He feels too hot, pants uncomfortably tight when she moves away but every time she hits down it’s at the exact pressure he needs for searing pleasure to rip through his body.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m…I’m so close. You’re so good at making me feel good.”

She leans forward, head swimming from the power trip of having her normally goofball boyfriend so thoroughly coming undone. He jumps when her tongue thrusts into his ear, shivering the next moment as it trails along the rim of the same before her breath ghosts over him, her voice surprisingly deep as she says, “Come for me, Iron Heart.”

A groan rips from his throat as Kiyoshi allows himself to let go, releasing into his pants.

She stills her motion, both still breathing heavily. When their eyes open and gazes meet, she smiles sweetly, trailing her fingers delicately over his face. He returns the smile, eyes half closed and legs twitching, aftershocks of his explosive orgasm.

“Feel better?” she asks, leaning forward to peck his lips.

He nods. “Mmmhmmm and as a thank you,” he leans to the side, shifting to lie back on the couch while drawing her hips towards his head, “I’m gonna make sure you get a hell of a ride yourself.”

21 and Kise

Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.

for the christmas prompts 15 with akashi

It’s super windy here today so it’s a perfect time to write about getting warmed up! Also, I don’t know how Christmasy this will feel except that it is December and I am cooking a meal similar to this. Thanks for the request!

Rushing from the bus stop, hair flying wild in the wind, she struggles to open the door with her arms filled with packages. Just as she’s about to push in the key, the latch turns and Asaki opens the door.

“______-chan? What are you doing? Why didn’t you call me?” he asks voice gentle as he gathers half of her wares. As his fingers graze her hand, he frowns. “You’re freezing,” he remarks, following her into the kitchen.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she complains, ignoring his concern of her well being. “I thought you’d still be at the office.”

He smiles as he sets down the bags in his arms, eyes looking at the top items; the ingredients to make her infamous stew. “Well, today’s a perfect day for that,” he admires. Then taking her hands once more he pulls her close. “But before you get started on that, let’s get you warmed up.”

His lips caress hers, hands sliding up her arms releasing goosebumps but as his tongue slides between her lips to dance with hers, she feels her body warming up quickly. Her hands wrap around his neck, cold fingers burying into his resplendently red hair pulling a moan from his throat. The sound increases her temperature further, a warming sensation racing through her blood.

Akashi draws back for breath, a heated look in his eyes. “Seems my plan will be counterproductive to yours but I think you’ll forgive me,” he whispers, voice low and rich. He doesn’t wait for a reply, gathering her in his arms and heading to their bedroom.

They can cook later.

So I follow ya and know all about best stuff first. And I’ve been desperately trying to turn it off but I can never find it. Then I figured it’s because I forgot to update my Tumblr asofialhfla. I mean that’s good I guess ehehe.

They don’t make it easy to find using a desktop. On your mobile to go your profile page, then to the upper right hand corner where the gear is. Tap that and then tap on Global Settings at the top, then go to Dashboard Preferences and it’ll be there that you can flip the switch to turn it off.

Hope that helps!

where can u turn off the “best stuff first”? can’t find it:/

Sorry this took me so long to answer babe, I was gone ALL FREAKING DAY!!! It’s easiest to find on mobile.

Click on your profile/blog icon in the lower right hand corner.

Then click on the settings (the little gear) in the upper left.

Tap Global Settings – Dashboard Preferences – and then you’ll find the switch next to Best Stuff First. Click it so it’s not Green and you should be good to go.

Since you asked, how bout some V and X for Asahi :’)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Settling onto his futon, Asahi lets out a long breath. Another day filled with little victory and tons of diving receives.

“Are we ever gonna get our act together?” he wonders staring at the ceiling. He chuckles at the memories of his high school days, when volleyball was everything and little else mattered. Seems he couldn’t let it go even after his time at Karasuno ended. Glancing to this right, he sees Bokuto snoring with his mouth open while on the next futon over lies Kuroo, hair even messier if that were possible. Never in a million years did Asahi think he’d end up on a team with these two. He’d not even planned to go to college until his aunt surprised him with saying she would fund his education.

The chime of his cellphone draws him out of his musings. Rolling over, he grabs the device, a soft smile presenting itself when he sees her name and face on the lock-screen. Looks like she’s sent him a video message.

Returning to his back, Asahi pops in his earbuds (the wireless kind, a gift from her last Christmas) so as not to disturb his roommates either by getting up to leave or by the volume being too loud.

And boy is he glad he did because from the first words out of her mouth he knows he’s about to feel frustration of a whole different kind.

“Hey baby,” she coos, eyes half hooded as her hand trails down her neck. “I miss you so much and wish you were here.” The camera pans back revealing her in jet black lingerie, breasts pushed up and little else covering her lower half. Asahi swallow thickly, diving beneath the covers to hide the image of her in such attire.

He knows he should turn it off, wait until he’s in a more private location (such as a bathroom stall) but his eyes remained fixated on her, ears burning as her delicate, breathy voice moans his name when she squeezes one breast. Slowly her other hand trails below the hemline of her panties.

“I’m imagining you touching me, Asahi, wishing these were your long, thick fingers pushing into my pulsing, wet pussy.” He almost groans, only just remembering he’s not alone and stifling it in his throat. Hopefully it’ll sound like he just has sore muscles instead of an aching cock.

Her eyes close, head kicking back as she pulls off the panties giving him an eye full of her glistening heat. Without conscious thought, he reaching beneath his own pant line, grabbing his dick and stroking in time to her thrusting.

“Oh Asahi, I want you to fuck me, I want your cock so bad baby.” Her eyes stare into the camera lens, burning him from the inside out. With an expert touch, she caresses her clit, moaning out his name as she comes. He doesn’t last much longer, spilling his seed and making a mess of his hand and pants but he doesn’t care. This is one of the hottest things she’s ever done for him.

Through panting breath she whispers, “Can’t wait to see you in a few days,” then blows a kiss to the camera before it fades to black.

Catching his own breath, he extracts the ear buds and rolls over, setting his alarm early enough to grant him time for a solo shower.

The next morning, he enters the cafeteria a bit late for breakfast. Gathering a tray of food, he sits with his new teammates. Just as he takes a bite of eggs, Kuroo comments slyly, “Sounds like you got a nice present last night, Azumane-san.”

Asahi chokes, downing water as his face erupts into red, Kuroo laughs his ass off, and Bokuto wonders what he missed.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Asahi strikes me as the type to not watch much of it, he’s too embarrassed even when it’s just himself. He probably had his first experience of watching it at a night over with one of his more curious friends and was teased for how bashful he was about it. If anything, he may resort to watching it if he’s feeling really frustrated and for whatever reason can’t get together with his girlfriend/wife. And even then, he’d much rather resort to phone sex with her.

O and H for Sugawara please! 🙋

I let one lead into the other with these

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

The feeling of hands on her shoulders makes her jump but a second later she’s relaxed into his touch, moaning lightly as he adds pressure to massage away the tension of the day. But he doesn’t stay there long, trailing down the length of her arms before sliding under them to wrap his own around her torso, palms cupping her breasts lightly. A gentle squeeze coupled with the press of his lips against the side of her neck has her head tipping back against his shoulder, the pot of soup before them forgotten on the stove.

Still kissing her, Sugawara releases one breast to quickly flick off the burner then turns her in his arms, both hands sliding into her hair to hold her head steady as he ravishes her mouth.

He moves again, trailing down the length of her spine to her ass, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh.

“Someone’s eager,” she gasps as he pulls her closer, lips returning to her neck to press quick pecks and nips against it.

“Can’t help it, I missed you,” he confesses, drawing back to look in her eyes, his own full of heat. “I”m going to touch and kiss every inch of your skin tonight.”

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

Together they clumsily make their way to their room, clothes being shed and flung leaving a trail of cotton and lace in their wake. By the time they reach their destination both are short of breath, their longing for each other consuming oxygen at a rapid rate.

“Get on the bed,” Suga rasps, pushing her down. She complies, sliding up towards the headboard as he crawls on hands and knees towards her, his face set in determination. Lowering down, his mouth covers one nipple, sucking gently as one hand softly caresses the other. The sudden change of pace throws her for a moment but Suga doesn’t give her time to consider anything more than the feeling of his lips and hands all over her body.

He wasn’t lying, he really intends to touch and kiss every square inch of her. She writhes beneath him, begging for him to hurry up but he won’t. “Don’t make me tie you up, darling,” he warns and she stills. It isn’t that she doesn’t enjoy when he goes full dom, but he’s already worked her up so much that to allow him to have that much more control…she just doesn’t have the patience for it tonight.

“Koushi, please, I don’t mind if you want to take your time but…please…please let me come now.”

Her begging is beautiful. On any other night he’d take too much pleasure in torturing her (however sweet his rewards may be) but he wants to make her come just as badly as she wants to obtain release.

“Look at me,” he orders and her eyes find his face. Gently he strokes her outer folds which are already soaked in her own essence. The knowledge he can put her in that state just from his touch and kiss inflates Suga’s ego more than he cares to admit. He watches as her eyes more fully dilate when he pushes one then two fingers into her waiting heat, a breathy sigh emitting from her plump kissed lips. Twisting his wrist allows him to shift his thumb to her clit which he circles, slowly at first. Her hips buck up, body eager for what he’s about to give her.

“Do not take your eyes off me, otherwise I’ll stop,” he warns. She nods, eyes fixed on his face, lips parted to allow deeper breaths. Slowly he begins to pump, curling his fingers to hit that one spot she loves while his thumb continues its rotation of her clit. His breathing matches hers in rapidity, the vision she makes as she’s slowly brought undone making his dick hard enough to pound nails.

Or if not nails, certainly her.

But he continues, rolling, squeezing, pumping, taking in the sight, sound and smell of the woman he loves coming unraveled under the ministration of his hand.

“Koushi, I…oh god, I need-”

Her request is cut off by his lips, he can’t stand to not kiss her any longer. The action breaks their eye contact momentarily but it returns as his face hovers above hers and he pumps faster. He feels the shift of her hips, the clench of her inner walls and the choking gasp she releases when she’s getting close. He’s not tried this before and wonders at why it took him this long to consider the opportunity of watching her come with no other distractions.

“Are you ready? Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes please, Koushi!”

Eyes never leaving hers he breathes out, “Come for me, darling,” and presses hard against her clit as he curls his fingers just right. He feels her clench tightly before a violent shudder shakes her entire body and she shrieks her release, eyes closing despite her best efforts to keep them open.

Gently he extracts his hand from between her thighs and he moans around his digits as he sucks them clean of her nectar.

“I love you,” she pants.

“I love you too,” he returns, kissing her gently while crawling over her. “Now, how about you help me out with this?” he asks, pushing his cock against her core.

G K for Ushijima?

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.

“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.

“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.

“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.

“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.

“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.

He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.

Can I please have C and L for Bokuto, please? Thank you!! 😘

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

A low hum of appreciation sends your toes curling as Bokuto strokes his tongue languidly against the apex of your legs. He’s learned to slow down and take his time, more conscious of your need to be built up in stages.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles against the wet slick of your plumped lips, unwilling to part further than absolutely necessary to form words. “I could eat you out all night if you’d let me.”

You moan encouragement, emphasizing it with a tug against his hair to put him back flush against you. He obliges, groaning as your grip gets tighter when he hits that one spot.

“Kou,” you whine, hips canting up slightly seeking more pressure, more contact, more of his talented tongue driving you to the edge of completion and over it.

“That’s it baby, let me hear that pretty voice saying my name.” His voice is low, words caught in his throat making them come out guttural and sex infused.

“Please, Kou, more.” You can do little else but gasp the request, crying out sharply as his lips seal over your clit and he sucks hard. Orgasmic pleasure rips through your body sending your limbs flailing but he holds you down, sucking longer than you think he has breath to do until you’re practically sobbing.

When he pulls away you look down, bright golden eyes meeting yours and a smug smile covered in your essence.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the evidence of your satisfaction away before crawling over you to lay delicate kisses across your face as you catch your breath.

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

As much as Bokuto loves giving compliments, he also loves receiving them. Tell him not only how good he makes you feel but what you love about him. He’ll get a huge boost of confidence when you say how safe you feel in his arms. Tell him how much you love his eyes and seeing all he feels for you. Compliment his strength.
Bokuto is vocal and he enjoys it when you are too, not only when he’s doing things to you but when you’re reciprocating. Moaning around his cock will have his head kicking hard back against the pillows (or chair or wall or lockers or wherever you decide to hit your knees for him).
Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially after it’s freshly washed and still slightly damp.
Grip his biceps, boy works hard on those and feeling you appreciate them makes him happy.
In the afterglow, trail your fingers lightly over his back if he’s face down or on his chest if he’s face up. He relishes in contact.
Let him spoon you as you fall asleep together.