Requesting Rules (?)

Requesting Rules (?)

Okay so I miiiight do some requests! I'm not opposed at all to people giving me ideas abt what to write, though of course I do reserve final decision on whether to write it or not, so I'm gonna jot down some rules here jic :)

Right now I'm mostly into Haikyuu, so Haikyuu-centric preferred

I'm not a fan of mommy kink, or really daddy kink either? Daddy isn't totally off the table, just very much not my favorite

Most other kinks are cool

Underage is a biggg no

Most other dark content is fine, however

I haven't written much dom!reader before but I'm def willing to stick my toes into that pool 👀

I'll totally write for female characters!!!! I'm very queer so that makes my heart happy

Fem!characters are cool too omg please let me write for fem versions of characters, I brainrot about this allll the time

I stick to mostly (if not entirely) female/AFAB/GN reader, just because that's within my experience and I don't really wanna speak about something I don't know

Smut is my bias but fluff is cool too sometimes

There's some characters I just don't know as well (like yamaguchi or yachi or yaku, etc.) that I miiiight not wanna write for. Shoot your shot tho lol just be warned

Just be vaguely polite and not too demanding abt it and I'm pretty chill

If I ignore your ask it's not personal!! Likely I just am not up to writing what you mentioned, or I'm not super familiar with the character or something and don't know how to say it lol

This'll probably be updated as I go

Suna and Cigarettes

I made my last post about cigarettes based on @shoyokuns ‘s post. Well, now I’m stuck thinking of the boys and cigarettes 24/7, and Mr. Suna himself came to mind (S&M by Rhianna had come on shuffle and that made it worse lmao). So I just had to! Still inspired by Mous, but differing a bit

Description: Suna’s a mean, mean dom, and asks very hard things of you while he’s breaking your insides open on his cock. Like not burning yourself while he fucks you with the wrong end of a cigarette in your mouth. (1.8K)

Warnings: very very very mean suna!!! Suna is so fuckin mean here. Established relationship, degradation, dangerous sex, Sadomasochism heavy!!!!, painful sex but on purpose, asphyxiation, a lil dehumanization because you’re a good cocksleeve for horny Rin, mentions of the word slut and dumb and other vaguely derogatory language, vaginal sex, f!reader, some fear, at one point reader says no more but it’s not the safeword so it’s ignored.

Suna’s always pretty when he’s looming above you. he’s pretty any time, technically, but this has to be your favorite vantage point.

Unfortunately, you can’t see him very well right now with how hard your eyes are rolling back.

He’s on his knees, but he’s firmly in change, because you’re on your back. There’s even a pillow under your hips to raise them, more for his pleasure than yours, since he can bury his cock so much deeper this way. 

Your knuckles are white from clenching around your knees, holding them wide and open for Suna like the needy slut you are! He commanded you keep yourself held open or you wouldn’t get anything at all.

Not that this is going very well for you right now. You made your sweet Rintarou mad, and he hates being mad.

Not that you could tell with how pleased he seems to be with himself right now, hips slowly rolling deeep into yours, making you feel every shift of your walls trying to keep him still. It’s enough pressure on your nerves to have you nearly crying in desperation, keeping you on a plateau of pleasure that isn’t nearly enough, but it’s so intense you almost don’t want more.

Almost.

But the way you have your knees held to your sides makes it hard to rock into him, and if you let go of your knees you know he will pull out instantly, probably to finish all over your dumb crying face.

He doesn’t want to hear your whines right now, this is for him to enjoy. You’re just holding yourself open so he can get himself off in your cunt. 

And he’s got one hand wrapped around your neck to remind you of that, light pressure to the veins restricting your blood flow, long fingers wrapping around your weak neck like it’s nothing.

The other hand is busy smoking.

As if you holding yourself wide for him wasn’t degrading enough, but him casually smoking while he’s thrusting so fuckin slowly in your walls makes you want to weep and beg. There’s a haze of smoke around the top of the room, and he just adds to it with every one he lights up, swirling around his head and hand as he’s resting his cock in you.

That little smile of his, too. It’s there whenever he pulls the cigarette away from his lips again, smoke passing slowly between his lips.

You know you’re looking at him in betrayal whenever your eyes can focus, and he squeezes your neck as a silent reprimand.

But it forces a whine from your throat.

Ooooohhhh you’ve done it now.

He stops his hips to stare you down. You know better than to apologize, it won’t help. He’s putting his cigarette butt out and shifting to light a new one, making his cock bump into a high-up delicate spot of your cunt, and you can’t help the noise that escapes while you burst into tears.

Suna just takes a long drag of the cigarette. Inhale, exhale. Looking at you. He’s leaning over you, now, looking even more imposing than before with his strong shoulders and built body. You know he can hold you down like a ragdoll.

“Open” he orders.

Your mouth is wide open for him without question, praying he’ll be merciful. Maybe he’ll just spit in it. But you eye his smoldering cigarette getting closer to you and fear hits your spine so hard you almost recoil.

“Hold still and you won’t get burned.”

You check his eyes to see if he’s lying before going pliant, but you tense again the closer the cig gets to your tongue. Your tongue retreats, flattening and sliding backwards in your mouth, but he’s putting the burning end past where your lips are stretched open, and you can feel the heat of the tip so fucking close, oh god, oh my god.

“Close your lips”

You do, so, so slowly. If you keep your tongue at the back of your mouth, and keep a tight circle around the body of the cigarette, the heat barely misses the inside of your soft wet cheeks. The smoke makes your eyes water and you want to cough, but if you do that god knows what Rin will do.

He smiles a little bigger down at you, but it’s far from kind. He’s just enjoying the panicked look in your eyes.

And he’s withdrawing his cock from your folds, and slamming it back in so hard you jerk against the pillows.

Oh fuck

“Hold that for me” he says, lightly, as if he was talking about a water bottle. “I need to use my hands.”

And use them he does! As if the pace he sets on your poor wrecked pussy isn’t making it hard enough to avoid the shifting fire inside your mouth, now his fingers are flicking at your exposed nipples, tongue soon joining to slobber and bite all over them until you want to scream, nails digging into the underside of your thighs. He’s pinching and pulling the delicate skin over your rib cage, too, leaving harsh pricks and stings of pain all over your skin.

“Be careful not to get hurt” is all he says, fake sympathy.

He wants you to burn your mouth. It’d be your fault, after all, for disobeying. And that’s what happens to bad little sluts who make Suna mad.

if you make a noise you’ll get burned, if you move you’ll get burned, if you even pant too hard because he’s fucking you rough and it knocks the smoke-filled breath from your aching lungs, you’ll get burned.

He goes feral, wildly smacking away into you, aiming for your cervix, which is made so much easier by the pillow tilting your hips. He planned this all along for his dumb baby. 

And that’s really all you are.

You wince so hard every time he bangs against the tight ring deep in your cunt, pain making tears fall down your face faster, that you almost flinch again because you’re sure you’re about to burn yourself.

The smoke is coming out your nose and it fucking stings. You have to fight to get any smidge of clean air. You feel the unfiltered nicotine flooding your head with hazy joy, nicotine high settling into your blood but not doing much to lessen your struggle to hold the fuck still or get a tongue full of scar tissue.

But holy shit does it feel so good. You’re scared to death of coming from this, proving that you like being a little disobedient cocksleeve for him while he threatens you with pain. But you can feel your cunt flutter every time his balls slap your ass.

You have bruises all over your torso from his wicked teeth trying to make you fail.  And the whole time, he’s got those eyes watching, sadistic lil quirk of his lips from above you. He yanks your hips toward him, more upwards so he can really dig in deep, chasing his high, and the cigarette in your mouth lightly grazes your tongue. All your muscles clench because it hurts, it hurts, oh god don’t come from this-

You manage to breathe deep enough to not cream all over his cock on the spot, but breathing is so hard when you have smoke filling your whole body.

Ashes are falling on your tongue from Rin jerking your body into his, using you. It hits your trembling throat and you gag, spit splurting out your nose. Your eyes can’t uncross at the pleasure that has you weeping.

“Fuckin messy” Rin tells you, one strong hand moving your hips and the other coming up to your neck again. Black swims in your eyes. Somehow you still have a hold on your sweaty knees, but you’re scared your hands will slip since the heat in your mouth and the panic your body is going through have you slick all over.

Especially between your thighs. You’re bucking into every drive of his hips to chase how good it feels, the high he pushes you toward with every ounce of pain he delivers, and he allows it. 

“Being a fucking painslut for me? Good, you’re finally being honest with yourself.”

And you can barely see with how close you are to unconsciousness, but you see a flash of teeth as he rakes his knuckles across your clit and that’s it, you’re gone

You’re lucky he leans down to pull his cig from your lips into his own to take a drag as soon as you toss your head back, because you would’ve burned your tongue and probably just come harder. As it is, he watches, entertained by your body spasming and legs kicking as slick drips ticklish down his balls from all of his mistreatment. But you’re too busy creaming and crying “Rin, Rin, Rin oh my god Rin,” slurring and drooling, to notice any of that.

But Suna is enjoying the show. So he’s holding still and letting you have your long orgasm, but the second your face un-scrunches and you might be opening your eyes, he fucks his cock deeper again in the hardest pace yet.

“RIN! Rin please no more, please, plea-” when he doesn’t hear the safeword, he sticks his fingers into your mouth to pull it open, looking at the spit soaked interior, looking at the little singed line on your tongue. He’s running his digits along your gums when he fucking spits, aiming right at your uvula so you’ll gag again at the slimy glob.

“You get so much tighter when you’re gagging” and it sounds like praise.

And the cigarette is bitten between his teeth while he flips you onto your stomach to pound you through your come-down, enjoying the wrecked sobs and trembling frame of his little fucktoy beneath him.

He fucking lives to be mean to you when it makes you come so hard on his cock. And when you come again while he puts the cigarette out on your hip, he sneers.

“Masochist”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOT <3<3<3 so fkn good

Hate fucking Suna pls

bet.

"look at you... so pathetic and desperate for this cock.”

he doesn’t have to say it, but it wouldn’t be the suna you know if he didn’t. he’s entirely aware of the effect he has on you, and it’s even further confirmed when you clench at his crude words.

the fingers laced between strands of your hair tug harder, lighting your scalp on fire as his hips smack against your ass with every kiss the head of his cock presses against your cervix. a satisfied smirk creeps onto suna’s face at the downright shameless arch in your back from how badly you’re trying to sit back and fit more of him deeper inside you.

most of the fight you had at the start of all this has disappeared now that you’re swimming in a sea of mindless pleasure, but the spark hasn’t left yet. 

“’s this what you call fucking?” you slur, your eyes rolling back from suna’s harsh thrusts. within seconds, suna’s hand comes cracking down on your ass cheek, an explosion of pain sending heat rushing to the surface of your flesh. you hate how that made you wetter, surprised that it’s even possible for your juices to drip down his balls more. the sheets are soaked.

his hand massages where he’d just spanked, fingers biting into the hypersensitive skin as if he could keep the warmth that’s bloomed there locked in. the rhythm of his thrusts slows to a torturous pace, every lazy drag of his shaft in and out of your doughy walls sends a shudder up your spine. eventually he stops completely when he withdraws the tip, running it between your puffy folds and coating it in the mixture of his precum and your essence.

“you’re right,” suna sneers, “why don’t you show me how it’s done, baby?” 

you can feel him hovering within an inch of your hole, close enough to graze it but never pushing past the tight ring of muscle. a frustrated whine rips from your throat as you wiggle your hips and push back, hoping to tempt him into splitting your needy cunt wide open again. 

“fuck me, rin!”

“ask nicely.”

“bite me.”

you barely have time to register the faint click of his tongue before suna’s large hand wraps around the back of your neck and pushes your head into the pillow. your walls flutter around the sudden intrusion of his cock, slamming the entirety of his length over and over back inside to make sure you feel every single inch stretch you apart.

his fingers press into the sides of your throat, just firm enough for your breath to hitch. “looks like my slutty girl has forgotten all of her manners. it’s a good thing we have all night for me to fuck them back into you.”

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SFW:

Drabbles by person:

Osamu: Onigiri/

Suga: coming soon

NSFW:

Iwaoi/Reader Pieces:

A Place for Everything, and Everything in Its Place

Get It to Fit

More to come

Thirsts by Person:

Kageyama: That Smile of His /Stretch You Out /

Kita: Holding Hands/

More to come

Cigarettes

Based on the LOVELY @shoyokuns post found here (with their permission of course)

Lmao this got wayyyyy longer than expected, very h word

Warnings: (Intended as consensual but could be taken as non so I’m putting this on my DC list to be safe) Sadomasochism heavy, D/s in parts, human furniture sorta, pet names, mentioned (but desired) punishment, exhibitionism, begging (for it), f!reader, please read with caution

I just picked a couple characters from each category because I couldn’t make up my mind.

I’m so tired lmao I’m sorry for typos

Starts after the cut so I don’t hog your dash

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I want to make onigiri with Osamu so badly

It’s a real problem. I don’t even like onigiri that much, but I perfected the technique and can make smooth, perfectly filled onigiri in a minute.

Just imagine being next to him with a cooled pot of rice in your kitchen. You grin at him in the silence, just comfortable in each other’s warm presence and the peace of a spring afternoon, making lunch to take to a park. You take turns scooping the fluffy, soft rice into your hands, cupping fingers so you can add tuna mayo to the center. You glance at him. His strong arms working, biceps as thick as when he was an athlete, whipping out a perfectly triangular onigiri in just a few seconds. The motions are easy to him as breathing, now, and while he has the little shaped molds for them, he likes connecting to the food he’s making by hand instead. One wrap of nori later and he has a picturesque little onigiri on the plate.

He notices you staring, rice untouched in your hand.

“Hmm?” he asks, pretty eyes of his searching.

You don’t really have the words to tell him how much you love him. How much joy you get just from knowing he’s real and breathing next to you, seeing the flutter of his eyelashes as he blinks, waiting for your answer.

So you scoot over, press your lips against his, softly. And you know he understands when one of his sturdy, hardworking hands touches your jaw, trembling juuust a little. He understands. 

It’s the same way for him.