Ep 1 JJK Thoughts:

Ep 1 JJK thoughts:

Gojo can get it completely free of charge

The OP is cool

Why do anime grandpas stay being in hospital 😂

The Occult Club is some White Nonsense but I respect the desire to be home by 5

“Just save as many people as you can even if it’s one.” GRANDPA!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I wasn’t expecting him to fucking die!!! What the fuckkkk!

I repeat: WHITE NONSENSE! Don’t fuck with cursed looking shit you find in dark places!!! Da fuq!!

Cute dogos! Good bois! You eat those curses 🥰

DOGGOS! (And the other guy whose name I’ve forgotten 😅)

Uhhhhhhh. You may wanna get that checked Itadori

Final thoughts!

Pretty sick for a first ep! I like the pacing, I hope it keeps up. Mostly just curiosity. I feel like I need a bigger explanation of curses cos ya dude’s a lil confuzzled.

Hinata was 15 in s4 😬

Which is why the blowjob is post time skip. I realise the wording on it was a bit weird but there is no fellatio for minors. It was why in the drabble I included the line about the professional volleyball scene but I understand that is a bit vague.

I’ve never read the manga but I’ve seen a lot about Hinata going to Brazil and then going back to Japan so when I was watching s4 I was thinking about All of his progress, not just what happens in s4

Camboy Daichi is gonna end me 😭😭 if you haven’t read this then do yourself a favour!

candid camera | part one

sawamura daichi works as the security guard at the front desk at your apartment complex. thanks to your best friend oikawa, you also come to find out about his other job.

pairing: beefcake security guard camboy au!sawamura daichi x f!reader, nsfw pwp, 3.3k (part one of three, minors dni)

warnings (for the whole mini-series): soft dom!daichi, brat taming, public sex, creampie, oral (f! and m!receiving), masturbation, camboy shenanigans, spanking, dirty talk

notes: all thanks to the idea and beta of @anime-nymph (ily baby), here's my most self-indulgent au fic yet! just have fun with it, y’all. another thank you goes out to @xmyshya and @kurinoot for helping my smooth brain with the banner. you three are absolute saints

written for: the fuck me right here (public sex) collab by @atsumuscumslut (but the public sex part won't be til part three!)

It’s the copious amount of alcohol in you that makes you even listen to what your best friend Oikawa Tooru is telling you.

“You’ve been single for far too long!” He yells over the thumping of the club music, a half drunken martini in his hands. He sits next to you at your table, pointing to the app on his phone displaying nearly naked men as he scrolls through it drunkenly. “You need some action in your life!”

“How is a camboy going to help me, Oikawa?!” You shoot back, half-playfully but half-annoyed that he’s still talking about this.

Ever since your boyfriend broke up with you a few weeks ago, you swore off relationships for a while, especially since you were sure this one was going to be long term. But starting from a week and a half ago, Oikawa had been adamant that what you need is a “beefcake to fantasize about” instead of sighing at your empty phone or ignoring his invitations. Tonight is the first time you’ve seen him in six days, and as soon as the drinks started flowing, that app was shoved in your face for the umpteenth time.

“Well it’ll certainly take the edge off,” he jokes, then winces when you smack him on his back between the shoulder blades. “Ow, hey!”

“I’m not into muscular guys,” you grumble as you pass the phone back to him. “That’s more your forte.”

With your chin, you motion over to the bar where his boyfriend Iwaizumi sits, talking with the bartender Semi. The personal trainer is certainly muscular, a real beefcake even (if you use Oikawa’s favorite word), and you have to snap your fingers in front of Oikawa’s eyes to get him to stop ogling.

“Does Iwa even know about this?”

“What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him!”

You snort, trying not to roll your eyes. “I appreciate your concern, really, but I’m fine.”

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t try. Now come on you sad thing, let’s go dance.”

You spend the rest of the night in the middle of the crowd, forgetting all about your ex-boyfriend and the app your best friend keeps pushing on you. It’s about three in the morning when you finally make it back to your apartment building, and you’re sure you smell like sweat or at least whatever fruity concoction you kept drinking as you stumble inside. A familiar face stands up from the front desk, taking his hat off as he bows to you.

Beefcake is the perfect word to describe Sawamura Daichi, the security guard who works overnights at your building. He’s tall with cropped black hair and a thousand-watt smile that can light up any room. He’s also ripped, with the short-sleeved button-up blue uniform shirt barely containing his muscles. Daichi might be the only muscular man you ever found yourself attracted to—not that you’d tell him that ever.

“Hi Sawamura-san,” you greet with a wave. You’re suddenly conscious of just how bad you probably look, and with a quick hand, you fix your hair and wipe the bags under your eyes to make sure your makeup isn’t running. “You’re up late.”

“Your jokes are as funny as ever.” He adds a smile to his gentle ribbing to make sure you know he’s just messing with you. “Did you have fun?”

“I—” You pause for a fraction of a second as you stare at him. Daichi looks like he’d fit right in on that app Oikawa showed you, full of muscular men jerking off for money from lonely strangers. But that’s you, your brain screams at you. You’re rich and lonely as hell! You somehow ignore that annoying voice and come back to reality, putting on your best fake smile. “Yeah. Yeah, it was fun.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” he grins as he steps out from behind his desk, walking toward the golden elevator doors to push the button for you. His ass clings to his pants and you try not to stare—you really do—but good God is it a nice ass. You’re going to kill Oikawa later for planting these ideas in your head.

“Just my best friend being an idiot again.”

“Oikawa-san?”

You snort. “Who else? He thinks I’m too lonely.”

“Are you?”

The question throws you off guard. Sawamura Daichi has always kept his professional distance from you, talking politely while keeping personal matters to a minimum. While he stands far away from you as the elevator flashes the fifth floor, he looks anything but professional, his head tilted curiously and hands on his hips like he’s inviting you to answer truthfully.

“I guess.” You shrug, turning your eyes to the elevator that dings as it arrives on the ground floor. “But I’ll always have you, my favorite security guard. Isn’t that right, Sawamura-san?”

It’s meant to be a joke, but when you press the button to your floor and turn back, there’s a weird look on his face. He sports raised eyebrows with his shock, but his lips are turned up into a smirk that you’ve never seen before.

“That’s right,” he responds as the doors start to close. “Have a good night, miss.”

His small bow to you is the last thing you see.

It’s late the next night when you get the text from Oikawa.

Butthead (23:14): so did you check it out yet? 👀 Butthead (23:15): you won’t regret it, I promise Butthead (23:34): DON’T IGNORE ME I KNOW YOU READ MY MESSAGE 😠 You (23:35): betrayed by the checkmark Butthead (23:36): i found a guy who looks just like your security guard btw Butthead (23:36): apparently he’s going to start streaming at midnight Butthead (23:36): you want his name?

You stare at your phone for much longer than is probably necessary, considering your options. There is no harm in looking… right? It’s not like it’s really the (very attractive) security guard who works four nights a week at your building, right? And you’ll be the first to admit that you’re curious as to why Oikawa keeps hounding you about this damn pay-to-view app. Reluctantly you agree and ask him to send the name, and you can practically hear Oikawa’s laugh in your ears as you search for the app and download it.

It takes a few minutes to set up an account but soon HereForTheFood is a member and subscribed to BigCrowCaptain, just in time for the show to start. Your phone goes black for a moment before it lights up with a full view of a man’s covered chest. You’re certain that he gets the Big in BigCrowCaptain from the muscles that press against his white undershirt.

“Good evening, babes,” the man greets and sends you scrambling for your headphones. While you live alone, something about the richness and deepness of his voice makes your cheeks flush. “You’re up late, aren’t you?”

The chat on the side of the screen blows up with comments ranging from missed you, daddy! to Show us your face!

“Now, now,” the man laughs, thick fingers playing with the strap of his undershirt. “I don’t think you deserve to see my face yet. You’ve been bad, haven’t you? Staying up this late when I told you to get some sleep.”

This type of talk usually isn’t up your alley, but something about the soft command in his voice makes you nod at nothing.

“Well, since you’re awake, why don’t we have some fun?”

The man rolls away far enough from his camera that the bottom half of his face is exposed, along with the red boxers he wears. His palm runs from his collarbone to his stomach, finger playing with the bottom of his undershirt. There’s something awkwardly familiar about that jawline, but you’re not looking at that—you’re staring at the little sliver of skin you can see when he lifts his shirt up.

This shouldn’t turn you on. It really shouldn’t. And yet your clit throbs when he chuckles, heat spiking in stomach as it rings through your ears.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

The chat explodes with yeses, scrolling so fast that it’s hard to keep up with. There’s a ding on his end of the screen and his lips curve up into a smile when he checks. You follow his tongue as it wets his bottom lip, and you idly wonder what it would feel like if that tongue swiped over something else.

“Someone’s a little greedy tonight, aren’t they?” He laughs as he leans back in his chair and exposes more of face. You know that nose. You’re trying to place it to a face when he suddenly lifts his undershirt and exposes his abs.

The thought goes flying out the window as soon as you see his tan skin, his fingers tracing over his flesh slowly.

“Is this what you wanted to see?”

Your quiet “yes” falls from your lips so suddenly that it makes you gasp. No, you can’t like this! That means Oikawa won—that you really are as lonely as your best friend says, with the wetness pooling in your cunt to prove it.

I should exit out, you think but make no move to pull yourself away from your phone. There’s another ding, another grin, and the undershirt is ripped over his head in one swift motion.

“I wanted to take my time, but you are eager tonight, baby girl,” he comments, and though you haven’t donated a thing (yet), you pretend those words are meant for you anyway.

His fingers play with his exposed nipples and you nearly groan out loud when he does. He leans his head back, rolling the nubs around his fingers with a low sound that makes your pussy clench. He squeezes his chest in his large hands, and this time you do groan out loud when he smirks.

“Why don’t you join me?”

Your shirt is thrown to the floor faster than you can think about what the hell you’re doing. You mimic his actions, tweaking a nipple when he does, rolling your nubs between your fingers until they’re hard underneath your touch. Squirming on the bed does nothing to relieve the pulsing in your cunt, the neediness clawing its way through your stomach. You’re enraptured by the panting breaths he lets out, the sound filling your ears and sending a shiver down your spine.

When he moves his hands down his chest and circles around his stomach, your eyes widen at the outline of his dick within his red boxers. It looks huge, and your mouth waters when he squeezes and lets out the most beautiful moan.

“I don’t want to be the only one touching myself,” he chuckles through his breaths. You don’t realize your fingers are already moving up and down your panties until you brush over your clothed clit and gasp. “You’re going to be good and fuck yourself for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you whine as your fingers press harder, hand cupping your core through your cotton shorts. His hand runs up and down his length and you can see a dark spot near the band of his boxers from his precum that makes you exhale sharply.

“Strip for me, baby girl,” he demands and he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

The moment your fingers brush over your now-exposed folds, you can feel how wet you are just from watching him. God, when’s the last time you were this wound up? Your ex had been fine in bed, but something about this man makes you so hot and bothered. He’s not even your type—probably a little too ripped, a little too lean muscle—and yet you wait with bated breath for him to give you another command, another request that makes you keen for him.

“You want to touch yourself?” He asks lowly, cupping his balls through his boxers, his stomach rippling with his low groan. “If you’ve been a good girl, I’ll let you.”

Let you. Normally those types of words would make you sputter indignantly, but you feel just the same as those girls blowing up the chat with Yes, been so good for you, captain! You shift to set your phone against the headboard, parting your legs so you can clearly watch him while you touch yourself. A few people comment about wanting to see his face, and you almost comment the same, but there’s a ding on his side of the screen and he chuckles, low, dark, and right in your ear.

“I guess good girls deserve a reward,” he smiles and off go his boxers.

Good God, you can see why he has so many people in his chat and sending him money now that his cock is on full display. It’s long, thick, and barely fits in his large hand. There’s precum beading on the top of the head, and when he swipes his thumb over the tip, his face falls forward with his heavy exhale. That face is so familiar, itching at the back of your mind, but then he leans back and it’s gone again.

“You’re so wet, aren’t you, baby girl?” You know he’s asking the whole chat but it sounds like he’s talking to you directly, and you whimper out a pathetic uh huh before he adds, “Push a finger into yourself for me.”

It goes in way too easily, barely any resistance with how wet you are. You keep your folds parted as your fingers shallowly pumps in and out, lidded eyes watching him fist his cock tightly. You match his pace but it’s much too slow, too languid, and it makes you whine in frustration.

“Fuck, I bet you look so good,” the man moans, his mouth falling open as his other hand cups his balls. He rolls them between his fingers as he starts to pump a little faster. “Bet your pussy feels so tight. Wish I was there to see it.”

You wish he was too, but you settle for pushing another finger into yourself, a small moan leaving you when they’re fully steathed inside. It’s so hard to keep from fucking yourself, to keep from humping your fingers to make yourself cum, and that restraint goes out the window thanks to the man’s strained,

“Come on baby girl, show me what those fingers can do, huh?”

You know he’s not with you, that he can’t see you fucking yourself desperately for some relief, other hand using your wetness to start rubbing circles on your neglected clit, but you do it anyway. His hand moves faster, squeezing and twisting his cock as he works, his low groan vibrating through your body thanks to the headphones. Pleasure spreads throughout your veins as you watch his work, fixated on the way his toned stomach heaves with his labored breaths, the way his hand tugs at his balls with a grunt.

There’s another ding, a slight pause, and then a grin spreads across his lips. He doesn’t have to say anything because the chat does for him: wanna see your face as you cum daddy, please!

“Whatever my baby girl wants,” he nearly growls, and your heart nearly stops when he fixes his camera and his full face finally comes into view.

He doesn’t just look like the security guard from your building.

He is the security guard from your building.

Sawamura Daichi.

Your fingers are still buried in your cunt, fingers pausing over your swollen clit as he resumes fucking himself. This is wrong. You should click out of the stream, turn off your phone, and forget this whole thing ever happened. It feels like an invasion of Daichi’s privacy to be literally fucking yourself to his stream, but that doesn’t stop your cunt from pulsing when he moans, thighs trembling with the effort.

“Wish this was your pussy,” he chokes out and the overwhelming part of you that wants him wins out. Your fingers start moving again, wet fingers running over your clit and making heat spike throughout your stomach. “I’d fuck you anywhere you want, baby girl. How about bent over the table, huh? I’d lift your little skirt and watch my cock disappear into your cunt as I fuck you after dinner.”

Holy shit, now that you know it’s Daichi, you can practically see it in your mind’s eye. You bent over the desk in the lobby; Daichi in his uniform, muscles about to burst from his shirt, pants dragged down only low enough to free his cock so he can fuck you.

“You sound so sweet for me.” Daichi’s voice drifts through your ears as you close your eyes, imagining it’s his fingers impaling you instead of your own, that it’s his tongue that’s circling your clit instead. The familiar ache bubbles deep within your gut, and only grows stronger when Daichi’s breath hitches and he releases a guttural groan. It sounds like he’s right there with you, and you can practically feel his strong body on top of yours, looming over you with a wide grin. “You look so pretty, all sweaty and splayed out for me. Do you wanna cum?”

“Fuck, yes,” you whimper, hips jutting into your quickly thrusting fingers. Your orgasm is right there in reach, looming and ready to snap. You pop your eyes open and stare at him: his furiously pumping hand, the sweat beaded on his forehead, the clench and shake of his muscles as his release approaches.

“Come on, baby girl,” he urges lowly and the pleasure builds and builds, spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes. “Say my name, I want to hear it.”

“Daichi!” You squeal as your orgasm crests, your pussy clamping down so tightly on your walls that it’s hard to keep thrusting. Your release is so intense that you lose yourself for a moment, drowning in the warm feeling that floods your every crevice, that overtakes your senses and makes you cry out.

You’re not the only one; you open your eyes just in time to see cum splash all over Daichi’s chest, white painting his tan skin as he fists his cock, head leaned back in his chair as he grunts. Your fingers and folds are covered in your juices when you pull your fingers out, and embarrassment burns throughout your body when the realization of what you just did flows through you. It gets even worse when Daichi lifts his head, a satisfied smile on his face as he stares straight into the camera and your soul.

“You made a mess,” his hoarse voice jokingly mocks, and you have to tear your eyes away from his chest and stomach, where his cum drips down his skin and pools near his hip bones. “Let me clean up and then I’ll have to punish you, you naughty girl.”

With a squeak, you rip the headphones out of your ears and hurry to turn off the app with your one clean hand. When your phone goes black and silent for the first time since midnight, you stare at your reflection on the screen with wide eyes. What the hell did you just do, masturbating to the man you see multiple times a week? How are you supposed to face him when he works tomorrow of all days, knowing that you’ve seen his cock, have seen him cum, have heard him grunting and groaning and calling you baby girl?

You bury your head into your sheets with a whine, trying to will all thoughts of the beefy security guard (or should you call him camboy?) from your mind to no avail. Your cunt pulses again at the mental image of him fisting his cock, and you know it’s going to be a long night when your clit pulses for attention.

One thing’s for sure, you think as your wet and cold fingers start to brush over your swollen folds again. Oikawa can never find out about this.

nsfw - minors DNI

In my effort to finish hq season 4, all I can think is:

I’M SO FUCKING PROUD OF HINATA

and

SOMEBODY GET THAT MAN A BLOWJOB FOR ALL HIS HARD WORK

And then my brain was like,

Mmm Hinata blowjob 😌

Additional note: this takes place post timeskip!

I am aware tht Hinata is a minor in s4 and when I wrote this it was considering All the hardwork that got Hinata to div.1, not just s4.

Shoyo who gets so wound up the second you drop to his knees for him that he can’t sit still. The entire time his abs are tensing, hands grabby and desperate, hips thrusting.

“You did so well baby.” You praise as you pull him from his volleyball shorts. He’s so thick and theres a bead of precum at the head already. When you first started coming to his games he was eager to watch you watch him be great, afterall he’d worked hard to make it to the professional volleyball world. But when faced with his progress, his amazing talent, well you had to find some way to show just how proud you were. Now Shoyo spends half the match trying not to pop a stiffy in his shorts because he knows no matter the outcome that his effort will be rewarded.

He’s so whiny as you kitten lick at his tip, the rest of his thick length held tightly in your hand. You don’t tease for long though, cos this is meant to be a reward.

As you finally take him into your mouth you can feel his hips shifting, jerking into your mouth. He’s obsessed with how hot it is. How your tongue wriggles against the veins of it. How you suck him deeper and deeper.

His mouth is open, babbling and lost in the sensation, but his eyes are almost intimidating in their focus. Cos he wants to watch the entire thing. Wants you to look at him as you reward him.

If you can’t deal with my sarcasm. I can’t deal with being your friend. 

This is my post, I just had to shuffle accounts a lil 😓

Also the masterlist link on it isn’t working so here’s a new one.

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Feel free to call me Nyp. I’m 23, a scorpio and my pronouns are they/she but you can call me a pet name if you’d like :3 I am not white, but I am bisexual and tend to selfship with Daichi, Tsukki, or Yachi but there’s love in my heart for all. My favourite colour is surpisingly not purple, but orange :)

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