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Short Aone/reader fic done for a commission. This was a joy to write! Our gentle giant needs more love.

If you’re interested in getting a commission, you can find links to commission info on the Admins page!

~Admin Alyx

You collapsed onto your brand new sofa, heaving a sigh of relief. You could feel the soreness setting into your muscles already, and your t-shirt clung to your sweat-damp skin, but the satisfaction of a job well done outweighed any physical discomfort.

You were finally moved into your new place. Yours. It was a small one-bedroom, no frills and honestly pretty cramped, but… it was your place. The knobs for hot and cold water in the tub were reversed, and the kitchen cabinets were painted an odd green that looked a little dated, but in your mind these quirks just added to the charm of the place.

You looked up at Aone, who was just standing a little uncertainly next to the sofa.

“Takkun?” you said with a laugh. “You gonna sit down or what?”

He had done most of the heavy lifting, so you knew he had to be tired, too, even as strong as he was. He sank carefully onto the sofa beside you, leaving a short distance between you that you quickly closed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m sweaty,” he argued, but you snuggled against him anyway.

“Like I’m not!” you said. He apparently relented, because he relaxed against you, finding your hand and winding your fingers through his own. It had surprised you, when the two of you first started dating, how tactile he was. In retrospect, it made sense. Though he’d opened up to you, he still was a man of very few words. He expressed his feelings through actions, and when he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, you understood him perfectly.

“Thank you so much for your help today,” you said. “I have no idea how I would have managed without you.”

He gave a soft hum in response, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand.

You stuck your hand into your pocket, nervously tracing the outline of the key you’d slipped in there. You’d been rehearsing this in your head all day, but even so you couldn’t help the surge of nerves that overtook you now.

“So, um…” you began, cringing slightly. Off to a great start. “Taka… hold out your hand and close your eyes!” you said quickly. This wasn’t how you’d planned this, but you weren’t sure how to actually say it, so you chickened out. Nevertheless, he did as told, shutting his eyes and holding out his free hand in front of you.

Slowly, you pulled the key out of your pocket and held it over his hand, hesitating for a long moment before you bit the bullet and dropped it.

“Okay… open your eyes.”

He blinked his eyes open, lifting his hand towards his face.

“It’s… a key,” he said in a monotone.

“I had an extra made,” you said. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to… to… moveinwithme?” You uttered the end of the sort-of question on one breath, the sounds jumbling together so much you wondered if he’d even understood.

Aone was silent. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, exactly, but given the circumstances the silence made it only that much more nerve-wracking for you. You snuck a glance at him and saw that his serious eyes were fixed unblinking on the key in his hand.

“You mean it?” he said finally, his voice deep and earnest and heartbreakingly hopeful.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, looking up at him. “I want you to stay with me. I want this to be our place.”

His brow was furrowed, and to anyone else it might have looked like a scowl, but you knew him. You’d learned the nuances of his facial expressions, and you could see the particular curve of his mouth, the slight wobble of emotion.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice deep and almost hoarse. “I—yes. Yes, I want to live with you. Nothing would make me happier.”

His hazel eyes shone, and without warning a rare grin spread across his face, making your breath catch in your chest. You treasured his smiles. He smiled a little bit like he’d heard a smile described secondhand once, but had never actually seen one to know how. His mouth was too wide, baring every one of his teeth, and even a full-blown smile wasn’t enough to fully smooth the furrow in his brow—you’d learned that his face really was just like that. His eyes, though. His eyes shone so brightly and so earnestly when he smiled that you couldn’t help but grin back at him.

“Really?” you asked.

He stared back into your eyes, his brow furrowed deeply with emotion. Then he did what he did best: he let his actions speak where words could not. He took your face gently in his broad, calloused hands, gazing intently at you. You could feel the cool press of metal against your cheek where he’d hooked the key ring around his pinky finger.

He leaned forward ever so slowly until his lips pressed firmly against yours. His fingers slid back into your hair as he kissed you, his lips moving slowly and intently against your own. He hummed against your lips, and you could feel the vibration as it rumbled low in his chest. A rush of love and giddy excitement hit you—he’d said yes, you were moving in together—and you poured yourself into the kiss, sliding a hand over his chest. He pulled you closer, drew you in until you were leaning over him at an odd angle. At that point you threw caution to the wind, throwing one leg over his lap so you were straddling him.

He exhaled sharply, making a sound low in his throat that was something akin to a growl. His hands slid down your neck, falling to your sides, travelling down over your thighs and back up to encircle your waist, his broad hands splaying over your back and pulling you close. He broke the kiss for a moment to stare up at you, his eyes somehow conveying what words couldn’t. You knew the feeling—the whirl of emotions you were experiencing at the moment was utterly indescribable.

You took a leaf out of his book, letting your actions speak for you. You kissed him again with renewed vigor, his lips parting readily for you as your tongue slid against his, hot and wet and eager. You could taste the salty tang of sweat—his or yours, you couldn’t say—but it didn’t deter you. His arms tightened in a vise grip around your waist, until you were pulled flush against him, your legs parted in a lewd stretch over his lap. You could feel him through the flimsy fabric of his athletic shorts, hot and practically pulsing with desire.

“Shall we…” you said breathlessly, licking your lips and swallowing thickly. “Shall we christen the—our—new bedroom?”

He growled again, wrapping his arms securely around your thighs and rising from the sofa, lifting you and carrying you towards the bedroom like it was nothing. You laughed joyfully, burying your fingers in his hair.

You’d take that as a yes.

Love!!!! I just adore Aone and this was so sweet!

Can this be NSFW? Noya, Iwazumi and Tendou realize thier s/o have a biting kink? And thier s/o is super embarassed about it.

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This is a GOOD ASK, nonny. I had fun with this one! Hope you enjoy 🙂

~Admin Alyx

Noya:

Noya pounded into you, soft grunts escaping him with each thrust. He was always a tiger in bed, but after a win he was downright primal, insatiable, and you loved it. He gripped your hand, pressing it into the sheets. His face contorted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open.

“Shit, ____. So good,” he moaned.

You could tell he was close as his rhythm began to stutter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. He dropped his head to your shoulder with a low groan.

“Fuck, babe. Not gonna last. Can’t–”

You rolled your hips in tandem with his, letting him sink deeper with each staccato thrust. He turned his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck to keep himself quiet.

The sudden, sharp pain shocked a gasp from your lips, trailing into a high-pitched whimper; the sensation shooting through you combined with Noya’s brutal rhythm was enough to drive you over the edge, your legs clamping around his hips, back arching off the bed as you came so hard you saw stars.

It took only a few more rough thrusts before Noya found his release as well, biting down hard as he spilled himself into the condom.

It took several moments for both of you to catch your breath, but then Noya was lifting his head with a grin, tracing the bruise blossoming on your neck with a gentle touch.

“You liked that,” he said. “Kinky, ____.”

You spluttered, your cheeks flushing red as you remembered the sounds that had come from your mouth.

“I–I mean–” you stammered, scrambling for excuses but coming up empty. Noya silenced you with a kiss, hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

“Shh,” he said with a bright grin. “It’s hot. Don’t be embarrassed, ‘kay?”

You nodded, reassured by his words, even though your blush refused to recede.

Iwaizumi:

You smiled when you heard the keys in the door signalling that Iwaizumi was home. You called out a “Welcome home” once you heard the door open, but he was unusually quiet. You heard him trudge over, and then he slumped over the back of the sofa where you were sitting, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Aww, babe,” you said, your hand reaching up to stroke through his hair. “Rough day?”

He let out a noncommittal grunt, nuzzling against your neck. His breath tickled against your skin as he let out a deep sigh. Then, with a low hum almost like a growl, the energy surrounding him changed, and he switched from soft nuzzles to open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

“Need you,” he said, his voice low and rough. The urge to lean into his touch and let him take what he needed was overwhelming, but–your computer still sat in your lap, a reminder of the amount of work you had to do.

“Hajime, I’m working,” you protested.

“Please,” he said, breath hot against your neck. He took your earlobe between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug.

You froze, your breath hitching in your chest. Iwaizumi picked up on your reaction like a dog on the scent. You could feel his grin against your neck as he nosed at the tender skin there, letting out a slow breath that made you shiver.

“What was that, _____?”

“Nothing,” you said, a touch too quickly.

“Clearly,” Iwaizumi said, sounding far too smug. You could still feel his breath hot on your skin as he hovered just above your neck. The anticipation was heady, waiting for what he’d do next.

The first slow drag of his teeth against your neck made you gasp.

“You want me to, don’t you?” Iwaizumi said. “You want me to leave bruises on that pretty skin. You want me to mark you.”

You couldn’t help it. You whimpered. Your face flamed red, and part of you wanted to hide in your hands, but you didn’t dare move.

“You wanna put that computer away now, _____?”

You nodded hastily, desire winning out over your embarrassment. Besides, you knew Iwaizumi would never hold it against you.

Tendou:

You loved Tendou. You really did.

But right now, you kind of hated him.

He was working his way up your legs at a glacial pace, as if determined to kiss every mole and freckle you had. He left kitten licks against the inside of your knee, nuzzled against that ticklish spot on your inner thigh, and generally laved attention everywhere except where you wanted it.

“Satori,” you groaned, and you could feel him grin in response against the inside of your thigh.

“What is it, ____?”

“You know exactly what it is, you fucking tease.”

“Rude, ____-kun. You should at least ask nicely!”

“C’mon, babe. Get on with it,” you said. He had you so worked up you were practically aching for it, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tendou chided. “Didn’t say please!”

“Satori–”

“Bad children who don’t say please should be punished, don’t you think?” Tendou crooned, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Satori, I swear to god, if you don’t–”

You were cut off as he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh and bit down, hard.

The noise that escaped you barely sounded human, and it was in an octave you hadn’t even known you were capable of. Heat rushed to your face as the realization set in, and you hesitantly looked down to see Tendou’s reaction.

He was staring at you wide-eyed, something akin to glee spreading across his features. “Ohh?” he said with a grin. “What’s this?”

“Sacchan, please,” you whined, practically writhing against the sheets.

“Very interesting indeed,” Tendou said with a smirk, moving to your other thigh and dragging his lips across your skin. Your breath hitched at the first brush of teeth, and Tendou grinned. “What to do with this discovery?”

“Please, Satori,” you said, past caring that you were begging. “Gods, please.”

Tendou chuckled.

“Well, you did say please.”

These were great!

A little instruction

haiykuties:

So….a number of Sundays ago I submitted an ask talking about Kageyama getting sex tips from Oikawa, in that Oikawa was in the room while Kageyama and his girlfriend were having sex. I was anon for some reason so I don’t know if anyone remember it lol. 

Anyway, the idea stuck with me and wouldn’t leave and turned into this MASSIVE thing I’m presenting here. 

Warning for a bit of shaming (nothing overt but it’s there).

-Admin Jade @vball-baes-bball-babes

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“Can you repeat that? Wait, let me get my phone,” Oikawa says, smirk firmly in place.

Kageyama’s face flames brighter.“Oikawa-san, please!” He bows, body angled to a perfect 90 degrees.

The former setter of Seijoh stares at the top of his head, expression morphing to consternation. This scenario feels all too familiar to a random afternoon years ago when Tobio had no idea how to draw potential from his freakish middle blocker. He crosses his arms. “Why me?”

Kageyama stands upright, but is unable to meet his eyes to those of his former senpai. “I don’t…I don’t have anyone else to ask,” he admits.

“What? None of your precious crows knows how to-“

“It’s not that!” shouts the dark haired boy. Breathing hard, he finally meets his eyes to Oikawa’s. “They’re my friends…but I can’t ask them this.”

“So you trust me…over them…with this?”

Kageyama takes a deep breath. “You already look down on me. I…I have no more pride or dignity to lose with you. And if asking for help make things better with ____ , then I’ll do it.”

Oikawa’s mouth is open, ready to tell him he can take his pride and shoved it but the sound of her name snapped it shut. Of all the people in the world it has to be her. He stares hard at the blushing young man before him, mind reeling now that he’s revealed just who he’s seeking intimate advice for.

Then a slow, devious smile curls over Oikawa’s lips, his shoulders relaxing.

All of it puts Kageyama on edge.

Just as he’s about to tell him “never mind” Oikawa says, “Fine, I’ll help you out.” Kageyama opens his mouth to thank him only the words get stuck in his throat when he continues with, “But I’m not going to just tell you. I’m going to be there, giving you instruction.”

Kageyama’s mouth opens and closes, words jumbling in his brain. He wants to scream, tell Oikawa to go to hell but he stands silent in shock. “Meet me here,” the brunette says tucking a card in Kageyama’s shirt pocket. “It’s discrete. Be there Friday at 7:00. Don’t be late. Oh and Tobio-chan,” Oikawa looks over his shoulder, “make sure to wear something pretty.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks squeezing Kageyama’s hand.

He nods once roughly, keeping his eyes forward, forcing one foot in front of the other. If he stops now, he won’t make it. But a tug on his hand brings his attention down to her face which shows concern. “We can think of something else Tobio,” she insists.

“We’ve tried everything else, I just, I need help and he’s always been the best at everything so it shouldn’t be any different with this.”

They stand staring at each other on the sidewalk in a part of town neither has ever been to. She takes a deep breath. “Tobio, this…this isn’t like volleyball. It isn’t clinical, or simple or straightforward. It’s sex.” He blushes but she pushes on, “If we do this…there’s no telling the ramifications.”

Kageyama inhales through his nose, dropping his chin to his chest. “I…I want to make you feel good. Oikawa can help me do that.” He sounds a whole lot more confident than he feels.

He starts to walk once more but she pulls him back. “Tobio, there’s something I haven’t told you,” she begins, eyes falling to the ground. Swallowing, she goes on, “I…I know Oikawa, we…we were friends at Seijoh.” His hand tightens around hers. “I’m sorry,” she says, looking up at his face, “I really didn’t think you’d go through with this so…when you told me about it I just…are you ok with this? With knowing he and I aren’t strangers? That we have history?”

“What kind of history?” Kageyama’s voice is harsh, his irritation evident.

She shakes her head. “Not the kind you’re thinking.” It isn’t fully a lie, more like a partial truth. Back then, she’d harbored a fierce crush on the setter but never professed her affection, knowing it would be wasted since Oikawa so was dedicated to volleyball. She’d settled for friendship, happy to be one step closer to him than his fangirls.

As the silence between them drags on, she shifts her feet, now unsure of what she wants to happen. She cares about Tobio, may even love him, but their bedroom life is struggling and she doesn’t know how to help him.

Finally, he speaks. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

She nods, falling back into step with him.

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At the hotel, Oikawa looks about the room mentally checking off his list.

Condoms? Check. Lube? Check. Sake? Check.

He thought about bringing music but figured it would be too distracting. Pulling the armchair to a more central alignment with the bed he nods satisfaction. Tonight, he thinks, should be interesting if nothing else. That is, if they actually show up. No sooner does he think this last than there is a tentative knock at the door. Oikawa opens it, eyes bright and smile perfect as he looks her straight in the eye. “It’s good to see you, ______-chan.”

It’s his last year, his last chance to make it to Nationals. His last chance to prove that hard work can overcome raw power or genius talent.

It’s his last year to be honest with her.

Walking purposefully, Oikawa is about to round the corner when her voice coupled with Iwaizumi’s gives him pause.

“What about Oikawa-san?” she asks, shutting her locker.

“What do you mean? You like him, right?” Irritation laces Iwaizumi’s tone. “You really should tell him.”

Oikawa thinks his heart is going to leap right out of his chest but her giggled response covers it in ice. “What are you talking about? Oikawa-san and I are just friends, Iwaizumi-san.”

The setter turns tail and swiftly walks away, not seeing the tears held fast in her eyes, the strain of her smile, the quiver of her arms as they hold tightly to her books.

The next day they lose to Karasuno.

She’s even more beautiful than he remembers, the passing years having done wonders at maturing her from girl to woman. This was one of the stupidest impulsive decisions he’s ever made but there’s no way in hell he’s backing down now. He doesn’t care if he has to watch her with another man, Tobio of all of people too, he just wants to.

“So, how do we do this?” Kageyama asks breaking in upon his thoughts.

“First, drinks are in order,” Oikawa says turning to the mini fridge. “You need to loosen up or this is going to be a waste of time.”

“I’m not getting drunk,” Kageyama insists.

“I never said get drunk, Tobio-chan. This will help you and her relax, lower your inhibitions a little so we might actually get somewhere with all this.” He fills three shot glasses with sake, the best he could find. Handing the couple their portion he lifts his own. “Bottoms up, or maybe we’ll save that for another time.”

Kageyama almost chokes on the burning liquid, but ______ is able to get it down no problem, stifling her laughter at Oikawa’s innuendo. He smiles, refilling their glasses and they all drink again.

After a third shot, _____ holds up her hand. “That’s it for me, anymore and I’ll just fall asleep,” she giggles, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. It takes all of Oikawa’s self control not to caress one with his palm.  He sets the bottle back in the fridge before looking back at the couple who stand a bit awkwardly next to each other.

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol but Oikawa feels something akin to concern looking at Tobio’s face. The guy is clearly uncomfortable, hands clenching and unclenching, eyes staring at the wall. _______’s face is no better, her smile falling away. “Sheesh you two, no wonder you have trouble in the bedroom,” he says drawing both their attention to him. “It doesn’t even seem as though you like each other.”

“It’s not like this is easy,” snaps Kageyama. “Have you ever tried having sex in front of someone else?”

Oikawa’s smile gives them both pause. “There’s a reason you came to me, right Tobio-chan?”

Unwilling to consider that line of thinking further, Kageyama huffs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Just, can we please get this over with?”

“And that right there is part of the problem,” Oikawa remarks pointing at him. “Is that how you approach this? With an attitude of just getting it over with?”

Kageyama shrugs. “No, I just…I don’t know what to do and so doing anything feels…awkward.”

Sighing, Oikawa steps closer, considering his next move. After a moment he looks at _____. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Eh? What kind of ques-” Kageyama sputters.

“He’s…descent,” admits ________.

“OK,  we’ll start there,” their tutor advises. “Tobio-chan, slide back and lie down. ______-chan climb on top of him.”

They get into position, movements a little stiff but once Kageyama has his hands on her waist and looks in her eyes, he momentarily forgets anyone else is even there. Pulling her towards him, he pecks her lips gently. His own are a bit chapped but the feel of them against hers makes her smile.

“Part your lips and suck on her bottom lip, Tobio-chan. Don’t be afraid to touch her, you want to get her going and stimulation is the way to do it,” Oikawa says.

Kageyama does as instructed, taking her bottom lip between his own and sucking lightly.

“Add tongue, wet her up a bit.”

He does so, closing his eyes to focus on making her feel good. His hands wrap into her hair, tugging lightly. “Do what feels right, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa says, voice seeming a little more strained.

So he does, pulling away from her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw, settling on her neck where he sucks the skin lightly.

“Tobio,” she pants, hips grinding down against his. His cock responds immediately to the subtle friction and suddenly he feels too hot, his clothes itching.

“Graduated already,” Oikawa hums. His voice seems both near and far to Kageyama’s lust and slightly alcohol fuzzed brain. “Take off your clothes, I think things are gonna progress quickly.”

_______ leans up, pulling her dress off in one fluid motion. Her hands reach behind to undo the clasp of her bra, the lacey garment falling to the floor. From his position, Oikawa can only see her back but the sight of her unblemished skin makes his mouth water. He wants to kiss every inch of it. He feels a tightening in his groin, pants becoming uncomfortable watching ______ disrobe Kageyama.

Soon they’re both fully naked, kissing passionately, making him wonder if perhaps Tobio isn’t more of an exhibitionist than he thinks. If he was decent at kissing when they first arrived, something has changed to turn him pro because she’s moaning and writhing against him like his kiss is all she needs.

But Oikawa knows better, watching the shift of her hips, the wetness growing between her thighs. He licks his own lips, desire screaming to launch himself across the room and take a taste but he can’t.

“Get’er on her back, Tobio-chan, she needs…she needs your mouth elsewhere,” Oikawa says, voice strained with the weight of his own arousal.

Kageyama is past the point of care in regards to Oikawa watching. He needs this, needs help knowing what to do and when, so he pushes all thought of awkward embarrassment out of his mind, shifting both their bodies to hover over her.

“Now, spread her open a bit with your fingers,” Oikawa says, unbuttoning his pants. He has to get some relief, at least from the pressure of his cock.

Kageyama leans to the side and the vision of her perfect pussy literally spread out before him nearly has Oikawa groaning in pain and longing. “Like this?” he asks, chest heaving.

“Yeah,” rasps Oikawa, not bothering to hide the fact his pants are undone. “Get down there and suck on her lips. Pay a bit of attention to both sides before diving in.”

Kageyama nods, re-positioning between her legs. The view is less pleasant now with Tobio’s ass in the air and his cock and balls hanging down so Oikawa shifts the chair to the side of the bed.

“_______-chan, lower your left leg so I can see what he’s doing,” he orders. She does as told just as Kageyama takes the left lip into his mouth. Her own falls open, a breathless sigh emitting of his name. He sucks a bit firmer, trying to watch her expression. “Focus on her sounds, Tobio-chan, trying to watch her face at that angle will strain your neck before you can give her the grand finale and we don’t want that, do we?” Oikawa says, hand slicking his precum over his staff.

Kageyama closes his eyes, giving all his attention to the task of getting his girlfriend off. He’s never made it this far, always chickening out but somehow having Oikawa’s simple instructions is helping more than he ever believed possible. His tongue rolls over her clit and she bucks.

“Did I do something wrong?” he gasps, face covered in her juices.

“No! No, you…you’re doing great,” she insists. “Please, keep…keep licking me there.”

He nods, lower his head back to his position.

Oikawa pipes up, “Use the flat of your tongue. Start from the bottom of her slit and trail all the way up. Stop at that nub and suck then swirl around it.”

Following his directions exactly, Kageyama feels his cheeks twitch with the want to grin when her voice keens his name, high and loud. He repeats the action then focuses solely on her clit, rolling over and over it.

Oikawa watches as her hands trail up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. He wishes he could suck them, bite them, mark her them with his teeth. He’s fisting his cock now, pumping up and down in awkward rhythm but he needs some friction. The next cry out of her mouth signals Tobio’s reached his goal; he made her come.

Taking in a long breath, her head falls to the side, eyes landing on Oikawa. His head is thrown back, mouth open and hand sliding up and down his cock. Her eyes widen; he’s gorgeous. Pantless with only his shirt on he’s still one of the most beautiful things she’s ever seen. Looking down at Tobio she crooks her finger indicating he come closer. He wipes his mouth as he moves, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Was that good?” he asks lowly in her ear.

“Yes, Tobio, you were so, so good,” she assures, kissing him deeply. Tugging his head down further she whispers something in his ear.

He bolts up, scowl fixed on his face. “Wha…why?”

She nods towards the other male. “He…he’s helped us so much in so little time. It…please?”

Kageyama looks at Oikawa, uncomfortable to watch him stroking himself so earnestly but finally he nods.

Oikawa’s lost in his own fantasy, ______-chan’s lips around him, moaning on his cock. The feel of wet and heat surprises him and he nearly chokes when the vision in his head becomes reality as he looks down.

There’s ______-chan, his dick disappearing into her mouth as she bobs up and down.

Behind her, kneels Tobio, his cock sliding in and out of her, hands gripping her hips tightly, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Wha…what are you doing, _____-chan?” Oikawa asks breathless.

She pops off long enough to say around a moan as Tobio thrusts forward again, “It’s a thank you for your help. You…you looked like you could use some help of your own.” Her cheeks flame red. “But if you don’t want me to-”

“I want you to,” he rasps, yanking off his shirt before gentling guiding her back between his legs. “Fuck yeah I want you to.”

She smiles then takes him in again, the moans she gives from Tobio’s fucking her adding to the pleasure.

“Shit, ______-chan, you’re so good with your mouth,” Oikawa compliments, unable to keep his eyes from moving to Kageyama’s face with a proud smirk upon his lips. 

The man behind her looks down, refusing to watch, refusing to acknowledge the sight of his girlfriend giving head to another guy is so fucking hot he’s sure he’ll come within seconds if he keeps his eyes on them.

Oikawa’s moans grow louder, his hand carding through her hair.

“Gather this up for her, Tobio-chan,” he insists. He’s not going to let a little thing like getting the best blow job of his life get in the way of being an amazing teacher. Kageyama gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Pull it, I think she likes it a little rougher than you believe,” Oikawa remarks.

Kageyama hesitates but when he feels her inner walls squeeze him he knows Oikawa’s right.

He slams into her harder, tugging her hair hard enough that she loses focus, Oikawa’s dick popping out of her mouth as she gasps, “Tobio!”

“See?” ______-chan’s a bit of a slut, isn’t she?”

“Hey, don’t-” Kageyama snaps.

“Yes, Oikawa-san,” her voice chokes out.

Oikawa leans forward, slanting his mouth over her own, his tongue coiling around hers expertly. His hands reach forward, tweaking her nipples and she squeals. Pulling away momentarily, he barks, “Talk dirty to her Tobio, she wants it. She wants you to make her your whore.”

Kageyama grits his teeth, rasping, “Is that true, ______?” He smacks her ass startling both her and Oikawa with his bold action. “You want to be my whore? Are you a slut for cock?”

Smack.

“Is that why you couldn’t get off with me?”

Smack.

“You needed more cock? You needed to be humiliated? You needed to be put in your place?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Fuck, Tobio,” Oikawa whispers, completely shocked at his change in demeanor.

Kageyama’s piercing gaze has his heart shuddering. Looking away, he slides out of _______, grabbing her by the throat and tugging her to his chest. “Answer me, or you get no more,” he hisses, biting her ear.

“Yes! Yes, Tobio! Yes, Tooru! I’m your whore, I’m your slut. Fuck me! Wreck me, please!”

Oikawa nearly comes when she says his name. Gone are any inhibitions or thoughts of right and wrong. Gone is hesitation or wasting time.

Oikawa grunts, “Get on your back, Tobio. It’s time to fuck the hell out of her.”

Kageyama shifts, laying back and sinking her onto him once more. Her voice rings out his name, followed by Oikawa’s when his tongue presses against her asshole. He grabs handfuls of her cheeks, teasing and licking up and down her slit while Tobio thrusts up fucking her. It’s a bit awkward, the motion making it difficult for Oikawa to stay where he wants.

“Have you taken cock in the ass before?” he pants in her ear. She nods. “Do you want my cock in your ass while Tobio-chan fucks your pussy?” Another nod, more rapid. “What a good little slut,” he cooes, slicking up his dick with lube. He does the same for his fingers, pressing slowly into her ass.

“Tooru,” she cries and Kageyama slams up again.

“Hold still a moment, Tobio-chan, I don’t want to hurt her.”

The bottom male halts his movements, unable to keep himself from watching as Oikawa presses his dick fully into her ass. He leans up on his knees, trying an experimental thrust that has her wailing.

“Lay on top of him,” Oikawa instructs and she does, pressing her breasts to Kageyama’s chest, his hands sliding to her back.

Oikawa’s arms strain and his knee’s screaming at him but he holds position. “Ok, I’m going to start fucking her and I’m pretty sure my motion will drive her down. _____-chan, you’ll probably have to push up on your own, are you ok with that?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good.” He slams forward and down, all three of them moaning loudly at the sensations rolling through their blood.

“Fuck, Oikawa,” Kageyama groans and Oikawa chooses to ignore how hot he sounds right now.

He pulls up, drawing his cock slowly back then slams forward again.

“Tooru, yes, please…hard…fuck me hard!”

He obliges, pistoning into her at a faster pace, the motion of his fucking applying stimulation to Kageyama’s cock buried deep in her heat.

Oikawa kisses her back as Kageyama’s mouth devours her cries. The air surrounding them becomes thick with the scent of sex, their breathing and garbled incoherent words filling what little space remains between them.

Oikawa can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe he’s fucking ______ after so many years of wanting her. He doesn’t care that he’s in her ass, doesn’t care that another man’s cock is fucking her, all he cares about is he’s here, with her, like this.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Kageyama announces.

“Me…me too,” Oikawa admits.

Reaching between their bodies, Oikawa rubs _______’s clit roughly. “Come on, baby,” he growls, latching teeth to her skin. “Come with us, come with your kings!”

“Tobio! Tooru!” she shouts to the ceiling, coming so hard she squeezes both their orgasms out of them.

Oikawa collapses, the three of their bodies becoming a sweaty, sticky mass of limbs and sex satisfied nerves. Slowly he pulls out, drawing her back with him. Both he and Kageyama remove their condoms, throwing them into the waste basket by the bed. _______ snuggles into Kageyama’s chest, eyes already heavy with sleep. As Oikawa goes to move away, her fingers around his wrist make him stop.

“Lay down, Tooru,” she says, not opening her eyes. “It’s too late for you to leave now.”

Glancing at Kageyama, he shrugs his shoulders, nestling down to spoon up to her back. He’s asleep just as fast her.

Staring at the ceiling, Kageyama isn’t sure what to make of what just happened. Shifting his eyes to her then Oikawa, he takes a deep breath.

All he does know, is nothing will ever be the same…for any of them.  

I do remember this!! After reading this, I’m pretty sure my soul left my body. As always, Jade comes in clutch for Sinful Sunday. You’re always much appreciated! 😩

-Admin Lana

Contribution piece

Wizard daichi x female s/o fluff scenario, daichi is known as one of the greatest wizards to ever live & s/o is a normal human who has been with him since they were kids. They have their first child together & they’re having first kid parental issues, like he’s shooting spells out at the wrong time/ place! I hope this was specific enough, if it ends up not being picked as a scenario at the end, would you mind doing head canons afterwards?Please & ty! I love your work! Ty for doing this event!

Looking down at their son, Daichi’s wife frowns deeply. It
isn’t that she minds he has powers. Really, it’s to be expected being the
offspring of one of the most prolific wizards to grace existence save possibly
for Kageyama and that’s only because he’s a genius. No, her husband, has risen
through the hierarchy through hard work and dedication, two qualities she
recognized even when they were children. She supposes that’s why she stuck
around him all these years, defending him when people tried to give him a hard
time for being different, looking up to him when he never used his powers for his
own gain.

Ok, maybe once or twice but he was young once too. But she
can’t allow her own child to get away with this stuff.

“So, what, you think you can just wave a magic wand and
everything will be right?” she asks in a clipped tone making the boy wince. Shooting
a withering glare over her shoulder she snaps, “Daichi, a little help here?”

“To be fair, sweetie, that generally works for me,” he
replies with a grin.

“You’re as straight-laced as they come, honey,” she laughs,
shaking her head before looking back to their child. “Tarou, I know it’s
difficult but you have to control yourself. Using your magic when you’re upset
can only cause more problems.”

“But mom,” the dark-haired boy grumbles, “Higashi-kun kept
making fun of dad! Saying he was all talk and no skill and that the wizard line
is probably just a myth anyway and I just-“

“Turning him into a frog was not the answer! Especially when
you couldn’t turn him back again,” his mother sighs exasperatedly. Granted, the
terrified boy now has a healthy appreciation and respect for her husband since he reversed the spell but the point
still stands.

Daichi steps forward, gathering the mini-me into his arms
and hugging him tightly. “I appreciate you wanting to defend me, little man,
but you don’t have to. At least not until I’m old and can’t remember spells
anymore. Things are always gonna be like this with some humans.” Then he looks
over the boy’s shoulder locking eyes with his wife. “And some,” he goes on, “will
make you believe in a whole different kind of magic.”  

You said one ask each AU right? If not ignore this! Incubus Tsukki trying to get s/o, but unbeknownst to them both, her mother’s necklace on her neck is a demon repellent charm! Reactions or scenario, however you like, of Tsukki struggling to seduce her, having no idea why it doesn’t work, gets smitten by her and when they found out she takes it off and good old NSFW maybe? ignore if it’s too much, thanks a bunch!!!

I don’t think I quite built this up as much as you described but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Tsukishima, on
the whole, is not overly fond of his species. It’s downright tiring to need sex
of all things to survive. He knows pretty much all males would disagree but
they don’t have to deal with this! That and since he’d prefer not leaving a body count, thank you very
much, he has to expend more energy in either wiping his conquests memories or
deal with having a reputation of being a player. Which means garnering new
sources of energy is that much more work and he has to use more power to seduce
them.

It’s a vicious
cycle really.

Which is why,
when he meets you, and genuinely feels
something, he thinks he’s home free. It’s not every day incubi mate but it’s
not unheard of.

Except that nothing he tries works on you; not his
normal flirting (honed by years and years of practice), not even his powers of
suggestion or hypnotism. At best, he’s managed to gain you as somewhat of a
friend, which is worse because your proximity is driving him crazy. And the
constant teasing from his fellow incubi is not
helping.

Just when he’s
ready to throw in the towel and find some random girl to screw, you enter your
room, unware he’s there. He’d come over to ask for your study notes, waiting as
instructed by your mother for your return from taking a shower. When your eyes
land on him, it’s like a veil has been lifted.

“Kei,” you
breathe and his own breath hitches when you let the towel fall. You’re fucking
gorgeous.

“Wha-“ he
begins then realizes; you aren’t wearing anything, which means the necklace you
always wear is sitting on your desk. Of course! A warding charm!

Deciding to
save disposal of it for another time, Kei is on you in a second, lips crashing
into yours, tongue dominating your mouth easily. He shucks his clothing,
groaning under the ministrations of your fingers against tight muscle and
oversensitive skin. His body is practically humming with need and he knows if
he doesn’t slow down, isn’t careful, he’ll drain you dry.

“Please,” you
gasp, legs parting for his body to lie flush to yours. He doesn’t even remember
carrying you to the bed.

He can’t wait,
only hoping somehow his over exertion of pheromones have allowed your body to
be ready. He thrusts in and out rapidly, power surging through his veins. He
kisses you, stealing your breath, making you sweat, trailing fingers through
damp hair which he clutches and pulls. When he looks in your eyes his own are
blown wide, the gold bright and glowing. “You know what I am now,” he affirms
and you nod. “Will you let me mate you? Will you be my source of energy
forever?” When you nod again, his mouth is on your neck, sucking hard before he
bites. He explodes within you, his scent flooding over you like a blanket
indicating you are his and if any
other incubi so much as look in your direction with intent to take, he’ll kill
them.

While you’re
asleep, he rises, taking the necklace and crushing it.

You have no
need for warding anymore.

Demi-god Aomine scenario when he finds out that his human gf is pregnant with his child then his father gives him choices which are killing their child or aomine being a human?

“Are you going to practice today, Dai-kun?”

Aomine looked at his girlfriend and sighed. “Of course not,
I’m too tired.”

She giggled, slapping his arm, “You always say that! But you’re
the best! How could you not want to practice?”

“Baka, it’s because I’m the best that I don’t need to,” he
grumbled, ruffling her hair in retaliation. She squeaked indignantly which just
made him smirk. Drawing her close to his body, he whispered, “Besides, I can
think of much better things to do.” As he felt her shiver, he smiled wider, a
feat only she could produce.

“About that,” she mumbled, voice suddenly soft and serious.

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve lost your nerve? Did I go too
hard last time?” he asked, genuine concern lacing his tone no matter how hard
he tried to stay teasing. She shook her head, eyes still cast down.  Now he was worried. He cupped her face and
tilted it up towards his own. “What the hell is going on?” he asked, voice
strained.

Unexpected tears sprung to her eyes making his own widen. Before
he could ask again, she flung her arms around his waist and started sobbing.
Aomine didn’t know what to do, but knew he needed to get them out of the public
eye; people were already starting to stare. They weren’t far from his
apartment, so he gathered her in his arms and practically ran the rest of the
way there. When they were finally inside, he sat down on the couch, cradling
her close.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he ordered but his voice was soft.

Through her sniffles she confessed, “I…I’m pregnant.”

Aomine felt his whole body go cold. How could this have
happened? They were so careful, he
was so careful because he knew…he knew this was something far beyond just a
normal pregnancy.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t
shown up yet,” Aomine thought, face darkening. He had to prepare, he didn’t
know how long he had until word would reach his father and then-

A flash of lightning and roaring boom of thunder was all it
took to let him know it was already too late. He was coming and he had to keep
her safe, at least until he could talk to him. The sudden storm had her shaking
harder, clutching to him like a life line. “Are…are you mad at me, Dai-kun?”
Her voice was so little, so broken.

Shaking his head, he kissed her temple. “No, no, sorry, I
was just…I’m surprised is all, we’ve been really careful you know?”

She nodded, tears staining his shirt. Another flash and boom
signaled the impending meeting he so desperately did not want to have. He stood
with her still in his arms, walked to his room and laid her down. “Baby, I…there’s
something I have to do. I promise I’ll
come back, but you need to stay here.” As he tried to leave she grabbed his
wrist.

“Please, don’t go, I-“

“_______, I have
to go.” His voice was gruff and the use of her name let show how serious he was.
He knelt to her level, eyes looking directly into her own. “Do you trust me?”
he asked softly, carding a hand through her hair. When she nodded he went on, “Ok
then, let me go take care of this…thing…and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just
stay here, ok?” She nodded again and he pulled up the covers, tucking her in
and placing a kiss to her forehead. “Be back soon,” he assured then he was
gone.

The rain dumped in buckets when a large bolt of lightning
hit close to where he stood. Aomine’s sapphire eyes burned bright staring at
the man who he’d not seen in years.

“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” he asked, nodding towards
the sky which flashed and crackled.

The being before him shrugged. “I needed to you to get the
message, you’ve always been rather thick headed. “

“Tch, as if you’re one to talk old man,” Aomine grunted. “So,
I’m guessing you’ve heard?” Crossed arms and a narrowed gaze where all the
answer needed. “So, what now?’

His father sighed, shaking his head. “I’d hope to never have
to have this conversation with you Daiki. You have so much potential, were you
just to apply it correctly.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” snapped the blue haired ace, “you
think it’s easy? Fuck, it’s a miracle no one’s caught on by now.”

“And who’s fault is that?” roared his father, lightning
flashing in his anger. “You have no self-control, as is obvious by the whole
reason I had need to come here.”

“Oh, and just seeing your son isn’t enough reason to come
down from the mountain?!”

“Watch your tone, boy,” Zesu growled, eyes flashing with white
light, “do not think yourself higher than you are.”

Aomine smirked. “Then why are you here if I’m not a big
deal?”

“The big deal is the abomination growing in your whore’s
stomach!”

Aomine saw red, rushing his father with a clenched fist and
gritted teeth. He didn’t even get close to hitting him, a hand around his
throat and his back on the ground, rain water stinging his eyes as he glared up
at the man, the god, who brought
about his existence. “There are only so many demis this world can handle and
yours is not one of them!”

“I won’t let you touch her,” snarled Aomine grasping Zesu’s
wrist.

“To think, a son of Aries kept you in line and you still
manage-“

“Akashi doesn’t have shit on me! I do what I want! The only
one who can beat me-“

“Is me!” Zesu spat
tightening his hold. Aomine’s vision began to get hazy, a garble of breath
trying to reach his lungs. “You are just as much a spoiled, selfish brat now as
you were in high school, Daiki. But, since I’m a generous man, I’ll give you a
choice, seeing as this worthless human apparently means so much to you.” He changed
his grip, tugging Aomine up by his collar. “Either I end that whelp growing in
her or you give up all semblance of your godhood. You’ll be completely human,
no special powers, so super strength and speed. I imagine your game will suffer
for it, so you better decide now which you love more: her or basketball?”

“Her,” Aomine snapped without hesitation. “I don’t need your
filthy blood to do my job, I’d rather do it on my own anyway!”

“Fine,” Zesu seethed, slamming Aomine back to the ground
before plunging his hand into his chest wrapping it around his son’s heart.
Aomine roared as pain seared through his whole body which began to glow a
bright blue. Around them the storm raged, rain coming in sheets, lightning
flashing so fast it mimicked a strobe light. Aomine couldn’t focus, could barely
breathe as he felt his energy drained. After what felt like an eternity, Zesu
removed his hand, closing the gaping hole in his chest.

On the ground, Aomine panted, breath showing in puffs of
steam above his lips. His whole body shook, from pain or the cold or both he couldn’t
tell but by the time he could open his eyes again, the rain had subsided to a
gentle drizzle, the roaring of the clouds dulled to a murmur and his father…was
gone.

When he reached home it was to find ­­­­_________ almost in
a panic which only increased when she saw the state of him.

“Daiki, are you ok? What happened? Did you get in a fight?”

Aomine looked at the mirror hanging in his entry way and
winced. He looked like hell with hair matted to his face, bruising on his neck
and clothes stained from the blood poured out when his father punched through
his chest. His whole body ached something fierce but he shrugged. “Ran into a
punk who gave me some trouble, but I’m fine. I’m just gonna go get cleaned up
and then we’ll talk, yeah?”

She nodded, but insisted on helping him when he stumbled slightly.
And so, she drew him a bath, settling him in and began washing the scrapes and
cuts gently. Aomine sighed, feeling the weight of his humanity settle over him
like a blanket. He had no idea how things were going to go tomorrow but he knew
he could no longer afford to miss practice.

And, somehow, the thought made him smile.

If it’s not too much of a burden, can I have shape-shifter Tendou headcanons???? Thank you so much!!

This ended up half head canons, half scenario kind of…I think…either way I hope you like it!

  • Given
    his ability to change into pretty much anything his imagination can conjure,
    Tendou earns the nickname “monster” in no time at all.
    • “You
      aren’t even a real thing!” they cried whenever he’d show his latest idea.
  • Initially
    he doesn’t care, insisting that he changes into what he wants for his own
    enjoyment and that he likes scaring the humans. But that fades away the more
    isolated he becomes.
  • The
    damage done, even his attempts at shifting into “normal” every day creatures
    are met with hostility.
    • “Why
      would you ever think you could pass as a real butterfly?” one tormentor
      taunted.
    • “Hey,
      maybe we should become birds and tear those wings apart!”
  • Tendou
    eventually left the commune, opting to take his chances in the human world
    amongst those he formerly sought entertainment from in the form of scaring them
    shitless in the night and causing them to question their sanity.
  • Joining
    the volleyball team allowed him an energy outlet, so much so he barely misses
    shifting anymore. He uses his “spidey” senses for his guess block every once in
    a while, but can’t do it too often to full capacity since people may become
    suspicious.
  • Unfortunately
    for him, you are such a person, easily pegging that something is “off” about
    the boy with the red hair. And really, what human’s hair is naturally that
    color?
  • You
    corner him one day after school, pushing his lanky body into a storage closet
    and locking the door.

“What
are you?” you ask. Tendou’s
breath catches, eyes going wide and his pulse races. He gathers his wits
quickly but its already too late.

“Don’t
lie to me, I know you’re hiding something.”

“Don’t
you think it’s dangerous to isolate yourself with someone, or something, you don’t know a damn thing
about?” he snaps reaching for the door.

A
hand on his wrist stops him, his eyes meeting yours. “I know what it’s like to
feel alone. So, go ahead, your secret will be safe with me.”

Sighing
he steps back. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He opts to shift into a dragon, a
small one, but if he’s going to do this, he might as well go for broke.
He is
not prepared for your gasp of
pleasure, for your hands to caress his scales, for an utterance of “so
beautiful” to fall from your lips. When
you meet his red eyes you ask, “Can you fly?” A nod. “Will you take me?”

He
shifts back to his human form, standing up to his full height. Hands on your
shoulders, he leans down, face inches from yours. “I will, but it’ll cost you.”

“Anything,”
you affirm.

“A
kiss-“ he barely got the word out before your lips are on his. Caught up in the
moment, Tendou’s arms wrap around your waist drawing your bodies flush
together.

“Satori-kun,
I…I always believed your kind existed but nobody believed me,” you whisper. You
feel him tense with fear, apprehension that you’ll tell his secret to prove
your conviction correct surging forward despite your former promise to keep it.
“Shhhhh,” you coo, “I’m not sharing you with anyone.” He
may or may not shift into cat every night to gain uninhibited access to your
room, shifting back upon the dawn and making his way back home.

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Ah, no problem! This is for the werewolf Iwaizumi ask! Out of high school Iwaizumi and his chubby girlfriend go to a club and she is feeling a bit out of place so he wants to show her how she should really feel by grinding and dancing with her. After that it just continues with a wild night. Thank you!!

Iwaizumi doesn’t know how he ended up so lucky. It isn’t
often his kind finds someone so willing and able to handle his…condition. But
she…she’s everything he could ever ask for. Sweet and caring, but strong enough
to deal with his request to be locked away during full moons when his drive is
too hard to control. Glancing over at Oikawa, the vampire no doubt putting his
moves on a new snack, he recalls how he’s been his saving grace until she came
around, though his former teammate still makes a point to help her set up the
basement and stands guard over the door so she can sleep soundly.

Iwaizumi has never once worried his best friend would ever
harm her and she, thankfully, trusts him too because of that. Both creatures
could smell her apprehension that first night Oikawa announced he would be
staying over but Iwaizumi had been able to convince her it would be alright.

And it was, resulting in the three of them becoming even
closer.

But now, looking at her, Iwaizumi frowns. She’s standing
away from the crowd, eyes cast to the ground and arms wrapped around her waist.
Staring at her, he’s momentarily overwhelmed with severe hunger of a different
variety. She looks so damn hot! It’d
taken a significant amount of time and encouragement from both himself and
Oikawa to convince her to wear the tight fitting strapless dress. It showed off
her curves perfectly.

When her scent hits him, full of apprehension and dread, he
surges forward, grasping her hand.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asks, voice gruffer than he means
but he’s concerned. Did someone hit on her? Does he need to tear someone’s
throat out?

“He…hey, Hajime. No…nothing’s wrong,” she lies.

Placing both his hands upon her cheeks, he stares in her
eyes. “Why do you think you can lie to me? I can smell your distress. Now, just tell me what’s bothering you.”

She sighs, closing her eyes and turning her head. “I just…I
want to go home, Hajime.”

“What? Why? We just got here and you haven’t even danced
with me yet,” he protests.

“Because I look…I look like a joke in this!” she snaps.

His eyes go wide, confusion clear on his face. “Who told you
that?” he growls, ready to kill anyone who dares insult his woman.

But when she taps her head, his fists relax, hands reaching
up to her shoulders as she replies shakily, “I…I did.”

Iwaizumi stares at her, completely baffled that she could
believe she looks anything but ravishing in her ensemble. Narrowing his eyes,
he pushes her up against the wall, burying his face in the juncture of her neck
and inhaling her scent. She’s nervous, but he notes with some pride, he can
detect the faintest hint of arousal and decides to bank all his next moves on
that.

“Do you have any idea,” he begins grinding up against her, voice low and
sultry against her ear, “how fucking sexy you look? Just in the span of the
first five minutes that we were here I counted almost six guys I was ready to
tear apart based simply on one look at you.”

She gasps when his mouth latches onto her, tongue teasing
the sensitive skin. Knees going weak, she slumps against him, but he’s strong
and it takes no effort to hold her up. “You’re a knock out, baby, your curves,
your smile, your scent! All of it drives me wild!” He moves to her mouth,
kissing her deeply, capturing her moan as he grinds his erection against her.

“Do you feel that? All of that is for you! I want to take
you so bad, rip your clothes off, fuck you till you can’t breathe! I want to
rut you until you swell with my offspring! Do you understand? Do you get it?”
He pulls back, eyes flashing bright green and she inhales a sharp breath. “You’re
gorgeous, you have curves other women have to pay for! I’m the envy of my den
because of you! I never told you because I don’t want you afraid of them, but
I’ve fought for the right to keep you.”

Her eyes fill with tears but he kisses them away. “Let me
mark you, be my mate for real, please? I don’t want anyone else,” he begs
against her lips.

His request breeds both joy and fear in her heart. She knows
what it means, knows her life as a full human will be altered but she also
knows she’ll never find someone like Hajime anywhere else in the world.

“Yes, Hajime, yes, I’ll mate with you.”

“Fucking finally,” he growls, lifting her up completely off
the floor. His eyes seek a refuge and of course it’s Oikawa who comes to the
rescue. As the two men’s eyes meet, the vampire nods to a VIP room. Iwaizumi
rushes through the crowd, grabbing the key in a high five from his friend
before entering the darkened room and slamming the door.

His claws elongate, shredding her dress to ribbons leaving a
black lace strapless bra and boy short panties all that stands between him and
her. As she waits upon the couch, he sheds his own clothing, muscles rippling
and twitching with excitement when her hands unclasp the bra allowing it to
fall to the floor.

His lips are on her nipple in a second, pulling a keening
cry from her lips. “Hajime,” she whispers, hands grasping for purchase.

Iwaizumi needs to prepare her before he loses completely
control, the scent of her arousal and the willingness to be his forever making
his beast’s heart thunder. Ripping away her panties, he falls to his back
against the couch, hauling her up easily to straddle his face. “Oh god!” she
wails as his tongue laves against her entrance, lips sucking firmly at her clit
in a frenzy to get her ready to take him.

“I’m sorry,” his voice is muffled against the softness of
her flesh, “I can’t…I need you now, please. Can you take it? Are you ready?”

“I’m fine, go,” she concedes. He doesn’t need further
encouragement, manhandling her into position on hands and knees upon the couch.
He moves forward quickly, burying all the way to the hilt.

“Hajime,” she whines, voice cracking a bit under the strain
of his impact.

“I’m right here, baby, fuck, you’re doing so good. I love
you, I fucking love you so much,” he groans. His fangs descend, glistening with
the ether that will mark her his forever. “Last chance to back out, once this
is done there’s no going back,” he warns, voice a bit shaky.

“Do it, Hajime, I’m ready,” she confirms.

He presses his chest to her back, hauling them both to their
knees before sinking his fangs into her neck. Her cry is loud, the pain more
intense than she anticipated making her jolt but his superior strength holds
her steady so he doesn’t nick an artery. Retracting his teeth, Hajime licks the
wound rapidly, healing her skin with his saliva.

A moment later, he comes, hard and fast within her body and
she moans loud as his fingers swirl against her clit, her orgasm hitting like a
freight train.

Panting and covered in sweat, Hajime releases her, allowing
her to fall forward before he pulls out. She collapses to the floor, utterly
exhausted.

A flutter of eyelids signals her impending consciousness,
eyes blinking against the brightness of the room. When did they get back to his
place?

“Good morning, mate,” Hajime says, voice more cheerful and
light than she’s ever heard before. Tentatively, she touches the scar at her
neck, a soft, slow smiling splitting her lips as she gratefully accepts the cup
of coffee he offers. She leans up, kissing him gently. “Move in with me, marry
me,” he says and she nods again happily.

@nsfwhaikyuu-knb

i saw the vamp Akashi that’s in line to be written and just thought of another vamp Akashi lol! so idk if vampires can feed off of each other?? but let’s just say they can lol and so vamp Akashi and his vamp s/o feeding off each other and it just slowly gets heated between them since they’re like in mating season! (i just remembered twilight breaking dawn and a similar scene came up in the movie lol) nsfw pls! and i hope i was clear with my request >.<

Warning for slight blood
play.

“Seijuro.” His name,
spoken in a tone barely above a whisper, but the need was present. She was in
heat, they both were, and desperation was setting in. Her hips ground down hard
against his erection and he moaned low in the back of his throat. His heart
would be racing, were it beating any longer, but he felt the drive anyway, the
impulse to throw her down and ravage her like the beast he was; like the beast
she wanted.

It wasn’t often either
of them were like this, most of the time preparing weeks in advance for their
mating season so that they would not be in this predicament.

By life, even an undead
one, can be unpredictable and Akashi knew they’d reached the point of no
return.

His irises flashed, one
color overcoming the other, his inner self raging for her, the scent of her
driving him mad.

“_________, prepare
yourself,” he warned, the next second hauling himself and her up from the couch
effortlessly. She clung to him, legs around his waist, hands buried in his hair
as her lips sealed over his, her protruding fangs nicking a small wound in the process.
Her reaction was instant, a firm suck making a flood of fire surge through both
their veins as she took her first taste of him.

Aksahi slammed her
against the bookcase, the impact shaking loose century old volumes and
scattering them about the floor. He paid them no mind, completely focused on
her neck. Sure, he could bite her anywhere he pleased and probably would do so,
but there was something so…pure about biting her there!

“Seijuro!”

Her voice was no longer
quiet, no longer subdued by thirst, she was relishing the puncture of his
fangs, writhing against him. Akashi’s hands grasped her hips tightly, his voice
whispering harshly, “Do not move, unless you want to get branded.”

She stilled just long
enough for him to release some of his venom, deadly to any living creature, and
quite effective he found at obliterating the tightly woven weave of her gown.
He left her top in place, her breasts still lifted by the corset remaining around
her waist. Blood poured from her wounds but he didn’t miss a drop, licking and
sucking the flowing river of deep crimson.

“You taste amazing,” he
praised, hands moving to the belt at his waist, unbuckling it quickly. His
pants fell away, pooling at his ankles only to be kicked away.

She couldn’t wait any
longer, grabbing his hand and tugging it to her mouth. At the first break of the
skin on his wrist, Akashi hissed in pleasure. Their eyes met then, hers
glowing blue while his burnt red as she sucked hard. Akashi’s head fell back,
his erection growing firmer and his need higher. Wrenching away his hand, he
clasped both of hers and hauled them above her head at the exact same moment he
drove his cock deep into her waiting heat.

It was the only part of
her still warm besides her blood.

“Darling,” she panted,
the term of endearment sweet against his ears despite the bloodied mess the two
of them were rapidly becoming. The servants, he knew, would have an absolute
fit the next morning when they came upon the remnants of their debauchery. He
thrust upwards, harder and harder, mouth and fangs latching back onto the side
of her neck while she did the same to him and they drank.

“Sweetheart, uhn…are you
close?” he asked, breathing labored with the effort to continue his exertions
while she practically drained him.

“Yes, oh, Seijuro,” she
moaned, lips stained with the evidence of her indulgence.

“Then cum for me, my
sweet, cum for your darling,” he commanded, eyes focused only on her face. It
didn’t take long, she had been a slave to his will for centuries, a willing
sacrifice to his wants and desires. Her body shuddered, power both surging through
and out of her as she came. Her release allowed him his own, both collapsing at
the end of their tryst.

When he opened his eyes
once more, Akashi literally saw red, both she and he covered in it. Gathering
his strength, and her once more in his arms, he headed to the opulent bathroom
of their shared quarters, drawing a hot bath to wash them before tucking
themselves into the master suite buried deep in the center of his mansion, away
from sunlight, hunters and whining servants.

@nsfwhaikyuu-knb

could I request for supernatural au, an nsfw scenario of Mibuchi and reader who is a nekomimi during a stormy night?

Nekomimi
(for those like myself who are unfamiliar with the term): A fictional character
who has cat ears on an otherwise human body, and possibly other feline
characteristics such as a tail.

A
bright flash illuminates the room followed by a resounding crash of thunder
strong enough to shake the windows. Her mewl, scared in tone, draws Mibuchi’s
attention from his book to the bed. Smiling softly, he closes the novel,
setting it on the side table as he stands.

“How
can you be afraid of the storm love?” he asks gently seating himself on the
edge of the mattress.

“Just
because I’m from the panther line doesn’t mean I don’t get scared,” she pouts,
squeaking as another round of explosions rock the sky above their shared high-rise
apartment.

“Well
then,” Mibuchi coos, crawling over her prone figure, “why don’t I distract you,
hmmmm?” Quickly, he sheds both of their clothing, his normal teasing absent in
favor of actually helping her. She’s done much for him in the years they’ve
been together and he figures it’s high time he pays her back for all her care.

“Reo,”
she keens as his lips caress her neck. Another flash illuminates the lovers
briefly, his eyes wide and bright at the sight of her naked below him. Just
before the boom, Mibuchi’s fingers tease between her legs, a breathy sigh
escaping her mouth.

He
doesn’t waste time, eager not only to bring her comfort but to taste her; it’s
been too long since his head has been between her thighs. Her tail swishes in
anticipation, adding to the appeal of what he’s about to do; he’s never been one
for conventional relationships.

At
the first touch of his tongue against her waiting heat, she moans again, the
sound high pitched but lovely. He hums against her, drawing gasps and whimpers
as he teases and sucks the sensitive flesh of her cunt. “You always taste so
sweet, lovie,” he comments, tongue pushing further forwards into her body.

“Reo,
oh god,” she gasps, hips rising to increase the pressure. One finger, then two
replace his tongue but he doesn’t keep it idle, moving to the little bundle of
nerves just above her center. He makes her come fast, his own need making
itself known. Turning her over, he caresses her ass, giving her tail a playful
little tug before sinking his cock into her, hips meeting her rear. They’re
both breathing heavy as he thrusts in and out, his long limbs easily able to
reach the top of her head and massage her ears, the action bringing a louder
wail of pleasure from her mouth. “Reo…Reo…please! I….I can’t….I want-“

“I
know, lovie, I know,” he encourages, slamming forward harder, the action
sending blood rushing to her ears, the intensity of his love drowning out the
raging of the storm around them.

With
one last impact, she cums, body spasming with release. Reo isn’t far behind,
spilling deep into her willing body.

Utterly
spent, his little nekomimi collapses, sleep overtaking her almost
instantaneously. Reo chuckles, deciding to save the clean up for the morning.
Cuddling next to her, he draws her close, her head rested against his chest to
hear his heartbeat while his hand covers her exposed ear. Sleep evades him for
a while, but he doesn’t mind moments like this, moments where it’s just the two
of them, lost to the world outside these four walls and thoroughly wrapped up
in one another.