i am a sucker for the typical stoic fictional man who is actually so soft for his s/o. who buries his nose into the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist whenever he can. maybe he’s not always good with his words, but for you? god. he literally hands you his heart on a silver platter

More Touya baby 🥺

Issei embracing you from behind, swaddling you with his arms, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. Lips moving softly against your skin as he says “you mad at me?” and feeling the infuriating smile pulling at the corner of his mouth when your body shivers.

“Yes,” you mumble, resting your hands atop his forearms where they’re crossed over your middle. He huffs a breath of laughter, a tender kiss to your nape and trailing more along the curve of your shoulder.

“How about now?” He murmurs.

“Still mad,” you swallow, tongue sliding across your lower lip nervously, feeling the fight seep from your body. He hums, dragging his nose feather light along the line of your jaw, raising a hand to tilt your chin toward him.

He kisses you slow, chaste, stroking your cheek with the warm pad of his thumb, and you sink against his chest. A quiet wet sound as he pulls away from you, just enough that he can see your expression, a knowing heavy-lidded look reflected back at you.

“And now?”

just thinking about waking up in the middle of the night to an empty bed.

walking out of your bedroom in search of your boyfriend. rounding the corner to your living room and immediately wrapping your arms around yourself as you’re hit with a cold breeze.

it’s there you find music blaring from the tv, and him, sprawled out on your patio, shirtless and soaked with the rain.

and before youre able to jump with concern, to scold him that he might get sick, he turns slightly. not enough to notice you, but enough for the streetlights to illuminate the small smile on his face.

a small smile of relief from his body’s curse. because this, the cold rain and even colder wind, is the only thing that seems to calm the burn he’ll never be able to escape.

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ BABY BOOM ! ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗

ʚ synopsis ɞ ‘tis the season for buns in the oven ! bubbas are bloomin’, mamas-to-be are glowin’ and daddies yet are panickin’.

ʚ warnings ɞ afab female! (i will attempt to use as little to no pronouns). pregnancy! descriptions and mentions of pregnancy, heavy domesticity, slice of life, major fluff, crack, cursing and a hint of suggestive themes. warnings will be noted before each part.

ʚ note ɞ hello, this mini-series is brought to you by my insane baby fever (obviously). please note there will be slow updates, but i will aim to post at least once a week when i am able to. thank you to everyone who sent there baby daddies! :) please enjoy ❤︎.

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— POPPY SEED. 4 weeks.

[IWAIZUMI HAJIME]. if you weren’t so concerned with complaining to hajime about why men never had to deal with bloating, maybe you would have realised sooner the cause was a little more than eating one too many burritos. though to be fair, one could never get enough of that goodness.

— RASPBERRY. 8 weeks.

[KUROO TETSUROU]. while you and tetsurou’s cat had never seen eye-to-eye, you had left your fiancé completely flabbergasted the afternoon he’d arrived home to find the two of you cuddling cheek-to-cheek. and better yet, you had gagged dramatically when kuroo tried to join in.

— PLUM. 12 weeks.

[HINATA SHOYO]. spending the past three months trying to keep shoyo from sharing the big news with the world was exhausting on its own. but it had paid off! today was the day of the announcement, too bad you had a case of loose lips and blurted it out without a hint of hesitation.

— AVOCADO. 16 weeks.

[TERUSHIMA YUUJI]. four months along, and you were riding a pregnancy high. an evening bath with yuuji, filled with laughter and love, leads to a reminder that the two of you weren’t the only ones sharing the moment.

— BANANA. 20 weeks.

[MATSUKAWA ISSEI]. the bets are on! is it a boy? is it a girl? but with the way you and issei have been going, the real bet is based off whether or not the two of you have already been trying to give your baby a roommate.

— CANTALOUPE. 24 weeks.

[KONOHA AKINORI]. pregnancy was great…for the most part. with your body going through so many changes, it could be a lot to take in. luckily for you, your sweet husband was right there with you to love it all.

— EGGPLANT. 28 weeks.

[SAKUSA KIYOOMI]. kiyoomi only meant it as a joke when he stated you were “nesting”. but when it’s the fifth night in a row he’s woken up to the sound of you fretting over the vacuum cleaner at two in the morning, huffing about needing the apartment to be spotless; he knew it was time to pull out the big guns.

— SQUASH. 32 weeks.

[MIYA ATSUMU]. when one half of your classic social media couple is well into their pregnancy with braxton hick’s, there’s bound to be some form of mischief brewing. unluckily for atsumu, he’s the star-pranked victim of your latest tik tok video.

— PAPAYA. 36 weeks.

[MIYA OSAMU]. nappy changes? check. bottle making? check. highlighting hospital routes, crib building, car seat installing, and a bit of baby-sitting became the months of preparation for you and osamu’s bundles of joy. you could never be too prepared, until it’s actually game time and you forget everything.

— WATERMELON. 40 weeks.

[USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI]. unbelievably to you, yet unsurprisingly to the ushijima family, you had made it to full term. never mind the fact you were just about ready to pop, with what you were certain was a fifteen pound giant of a baby. you loved your husband’s natural affinity to punctuality - but why was your baby so insistent on actually arriving on their expected date?

— SHORTCAKE. 1 year.

[TSUKISHIMA KEI]. there were no words that could explain the feeling of your first born celebrating their first year of life. yet for kei, he just couldn’t shut up about it.

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I'm just gonna take a moment to offer a big fucking thank you to all writers who take time to understand the characters they write for—OCs or pre-existing characters alike—because that shit's hard. It's hard to get into the head of your characters. It's hard to capture their voice. These stories of yours may not get as many notes or attention on this site, but that does not mean they aren't appreciated. I can't speak for other writers, but you all inspire me to keep trying and keep writing.

Thank you for sharing your time and work with us.

vilf (villain I'd like to fuck)

[HAIKYUU BOYS + ‘O’ FACE]

warnings: 18+, minors dni

a/n: let it be known that this was started 5 months ago and i’m just now finishing this ty @gg9183​ for the assist​

— strained, twisted features, looks like he’s in pain, throws his head back and pushes his cock deep inside you when he finishes with a shudder; kageyama, osamu, yaku, iwaizumi, sakusa, kei, hirugami

— mouth falls open and brows furrow as he watches you fall apart first, that’s what sends him over the edge, grips your jaw and makes you look at him when he cums; ushijima, futakuchi, konoha, daichi, matsukawa, akaashi, suna

— eyes roll back, with nothing but expletives and moans and praises falling out of his mouth; oikawa, semi, meian, sugawara, kuroo, daishou, hanamaki, terushima

— tears up from pleasure, laces his hands through yours to pin them down by the sides of your head, ducks down to crush his lips against yours, whimpers when he empties himself inside you; akiteru, yamaguchi, hinata, atsumu, bokuto, lev, koganegawa

— hides his face in your neck so you can’t actually see his expression, hips stuttering against yours as he pants hard into your skin; tendou, goshiki, kunimi, ennoshita, aone, aran, kita

Toji's fat cock on top of your pussy, just leaving it there, heavy, wet, in the middle of your folds feeling it quiver, the swollen head flicking the hood of your clit at times— him asking you to beg for it.

petition for nanami to come lie on top of me like a weighted blanket and having his broad shoulders be a shield against the world while he rubs small circles into the nape of my neck

“Change your tone.” Nanami says it so casually, not even looking up from his watch as he carefully winds it. He’s sitting in his usual spot in the couch, tie half undone and draped down his chest.  “I don’t tolerate brats.”

You huff, even stomping your foot a little just for exaggeration, but Nanami doesn’t budge, still fiddling with his watch. “I won’t ask again.”

“Or what?” you spit, “You’ll spank me?”

That earns you a quirk of his brow, something so small but serious that your stomach immediately drops.

“Sit down.”

You move, recognizing that low, gravely tone in his voice as impatience, but he holds a hand up when you try and join him on the couch. “Floor.” he points to his feet.

You hesitate, then sink to your knees. You know the position he wants you in- head up, hands folded on your lap, mouth closed- but you look down indignantly, ready to quip.

He surprises you with a warm, large palm cupping your cheek.

Gently, Nanami caresses your chin with his thumb and pointer, looking down his nose with a placid smile. With a delicate yet firm roll of his wrist, he tilts your head up, making sure you’re meeting his eyes before he continues. “I don’t need cheap tricks to remind you who’s in charge.”

The jungle of belt buckle surprises you as his free hand  slowly drags his belt free. “But if that’s what you need to fix your attitude-” he says it slowly, “I’ll happily oblige.”

I don't think fic writers know how much they matter

Do you know how many times you distracted me when I was hurt or lonely? Do you know how many times a line or a scene from fanfic marked me so much that I remembered years later, even though I can’t recall my own phone number? 

Even if the fic isn’t perfect or popular or multi-chaptered… Sometimes there’s just one sentence that changed me.

You, miles and miles away, changed me.

you are fighting demons, i am fucking them we are not the same