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Bingo Prompt: Delivery AU
Pairing: Pizza Delivery Boy!Kuroo x University Student!Reader
Summary: Bored on a lonely weekend, you decide to spice up your life in the most cheesy, cliche way.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: pwp, sex with a stranger, ridiculous plot choice, explicit smut, protected sex, degradation, hair pulling, kind of rough sex, a dash of dacryphilia, a lot of awkwardness
A/N: Thank you @crescentsteel for the lovely request! I hope you enjoy the chaos that I have created! Not beta read, this Captain will go down with her ship.
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Prompt: Enemies to Enemies in Love AU
Pairing: Detective!Daishou x Fem!Detective!Reader
Summary: Can being forced to work a case together really spark love between two people who hate each other? Maybe, but does that mean they’ll stop hating each other? Probably not.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: explicit smut, mild degradation, inappropriate use of police handcuffs, in a public space (car), face fucking, fingering, denied orgasm
A/N: Thank you @daishou-s for the wonderful request! I hope you enjoy this Daishou piece! Not beta read, this Captain is going down with her ship.
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Prompt: A/B/O AU
Pairing: Alpha!Meian Shugo x Mute!Omega!Fem!Reader
Summary: Meian doesn’t like watching his teammates flirt with you, so he reminds you of who your Alpha is.
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: explicit smut, breeding kink, mentions of knotting, praise kink, fingering, sex in a public place (MSBY locker room), unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, mild biting, Meian is just the most affectionate, caring, considerate mate.
A/N: Thanks to my dear friend @cosmicmermaid25 for this incredible request! And for supplying me with my first Meian request! I hope you enjoy it! This is written with a mute reader, so I hope I captured that aspect at least decently. Also my first Omegaverse piece, so let’s hope it isn’t awful lol. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship.
*italicized text is communicated in sign language*
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
To make up for all of the milestones I skipped on NewFriendJen, and to help kick start my brain back into writing again I have decided to do a mini event!
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Pairing: Goddess of Death!Reader x God of Life!Daishou
Warnings: reader has female anatomy, blood, mentions of death (not detailed), explicit smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), mild biting, a touch of degradation, sex in a public space but not really since this takes place in like 50 BC
Summary:The story of how The Morrigan (reader) met the Dagda (Daishou)
A/N: Please read the warnings before proceeding.
You do not need to have any knowledge of Celtic lore to enjoy this story, its really just some smut with a little plot focused mainly on the Morrigan. This was originally part of another piece I had planned but things went astray so here we are! I might expand on this, I might not.
Word Count: 2.3k
Special thanks to @/karasunomygod and @/hidden-otaku-stuff for beta reading for me
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
A/N: I will be adding a header later. @tendouszeita thank you for this great idea! Obviously this is a little suggestive, maybe some minor cussing and probably overuse of the word ass. Please enjoy responsibly.
Includes: Akashi, Midorima, Kise, Aomine, Murasakibara, Kagami and Kuroko
Part 2
Akashi
Midorima
Aomine
Kise
Murasakibara
Kuroko
Kagami
#SYNOPSIS! what was supposed to be a small get-together among you, your boyfriend, and his best friend turns a little awry and messy. #GENRE! smut, 18+ #WORD COUNT! 3,668
#WARNINGS! overstimulation, degradation, praising, creampie, kuroo has a captain kink, light humiliation, voyeurism, solo masturbation, exhibitionism, impact play (spanking), hair pulling
‧₊˚ author’s note is at the bottom of the piece ♡
It was supposed to be a small get-together for yourself, your boyfriend, and your pro-athlete friend. A friendship that had struck as early as your first year of high school, a friendship that’s gone through hell and back, a friendship that was built on camaraderie and sharing everything. It was supposed to be a hangout session, so why were you seated on Kuroo’s lap, chest bare and panties slid to the side with his fingers knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt?
#LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.
──➤ Atsumu Miya sent you a letter, would you like to read it?
the author sent a letter : ❝dear reader, first and foremost, i’m terribly sorry for being inactive— university and entrance exams are choking me in the least kinky way possible. so, in order to make myself forgiven, i shall deliver you a sinful atsumu letter. sealed with a kiss, nikki. P.S: sending tons of love to @newfriendjen for taking some of her precious type to beta-read this letter, thank you so much once again, you’re an angel!❞
──➤ Prompt used : A letter inspired by the song “Maneater” by Nelly Furtado— as Atsumu comes back from a volleyball-related trip, he’s greeted by the most enticing sight : yourself, on the bed, wearing the set of lingerie he had specifically bought for you. Atsumu knows he has you all to himself, or so he thinks? A battle for dominance caught between two lovers with prideful hearts. ─➤ Genre : Smut. ➤ Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Switch reader and switch Atsumu, sexual intercourse, cunnilingus, cursing, degradation (both reader and Atsumu), overstimulation, daddy kink, mistress kink, vaginal penetration.
There are three rules to being a man-eater : make them spend hard, make them fall on their knees and make them fall real hard in love.
The first rule came natural, a flick of your hair accompanied by a sensually calculated flutter of your eyelashes was enough to make him bend under your charms, as if the requests leaving your lips had been laced with a spell rendering him unable to deny your demand. After all, Atsumu Miya would give you anything on a silver plate and more if it meant he could hear you say his name. He was particularly fond of the way you’d drag the last syllable of his name with the pad of your thumb gracing your lower lip, giving you the grandeur of a faux innocent façade, it was this meticulous marriage of faux innocence and lust that would, each time, sign his own end.
And yet again, he had dived head first into the abyss of your charms— not that he ever regretted it, the grin on your face and the gleam shining in the corner of your irises was the greatest reward he could have ever possibly asked for.
Atsumu had come home from yet another trip, a volleyball-related trip that is. He had the thoughtful habit of sending you different kinds of presents while he was away, hoping that the presence of these gifts would make up for the lack of his own presence. There was always a note attached to each package, if it was lingerie he often wrote something along the lines of how he’d wish time would fly faster so he could bask in the glory of your body, take mental pictures of how the red of the lace embraced your body so divinely well that he was convinced you were a muse taken from a renaissance painting who had come to life.
Whenever he’d come home, his first reflex was always to head straight to his room— because he was positive that he’d find you there either way.
And bingo. There you were, clothed in the latest set of lingerie he had sent you while he was abroad. Atsumu had an idea of how said set would look on you from the pictures he had seen online, but never did he once think that it would look that good. After all, you always exceeded his expectations.
A set so sophisticated, he had picked a black set this time (surely because his subconscious associated the color to the color of the Black Jackals and it was enough to send a rush of blood downwards at the thought of it) and, much to his pleasure, it left so little to the imagination. The fabric covering your breasts was transparent if it wasn’t for the embroidered flowers right above your nipples. Unbeknownst to him, Atsumu’s gaze had been stuck on the way your buds were peaking through the fabric whilst the back of his mind already imagined scenarios where he’d let his mouth would latch onto your breast to earn some of the moans he knew all too well but could never get enough of.
His throat tightened a bit when his eyes went south— the panties matched the bra, albeit the presence of the flowers were missing this time, allowing him to drink in the sight of your core already glistening with lust. He hadn’t missed the way you were seated on the edge of his bed either, legs already spread apart like a silent invitation for him to let those thoughts that would make a demon blush be set free, or the way your back was paying homage to a crescent moon from how arched it was. Fuck.
« You like what you see, baby? » The words left your lips in a suggestive tone.
He blinked once, then twice, to set himself free from the torment of his thoughts. « Is this all for me? » He questioned, taking a few steps forward to reduce the space between the both of you.
Alas, he was stopped by the red sole of the heels (courtesy of the expertise of Louboutin) planted on his lower abs. « What do you think you’re doing? On your knees. »
« Wh-… On my knees? » The smirk plastered across his facial features had fallen low into a look of disbelief.
« Didn’t you get in the first time? On your knees. Now. » You repeated, the imperative tone of your voice becoming clearer.
pairing: Oikawa x f!reader genre: SMUT wc: 7.8k (i am deceast bye) warnings: fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, edging
In the hustle and bustle of a busy city as Rio de Janeiro, one finds themselves having their time stolen away from them as they get swept up in all the craziness the place has to offer.
That’s you, except the craziness is in the form of a never ending cycle of wake up, work, then go home.
You’re just glad a certain orange-haired boy joins you from time to time to ease your thirst for something exciting.
Yet sometimes, you crave the silence, the quiet, to be alone and actually enjoy it. Living in one of the most tourist-infested places in the world, you rarely find yourself in such a situation.
That’s why you dragged your feet outside even if your clock tells you it’s 2:48 in the morning.
You woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep. Rather than waste your time away in bed, you grab a can of beer from your fridge and decide to make the most out of it.
The thing about Rio — it’s almost never silent. Even at this time, you can hear the soft beat of music from the local bars and clubs alongside the sound of the sea right across the streets where they’re located. The shores of Copacabana, being the most famous beach in the city, are never empty as well.
But what good is being a local if you don’t know places you can hide from the crowd?
#LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.
──➤ Roronoa Zoro sent you a love letter to celebrate +400 followers, would you like to read it?
@newfriendjen sent a letter : ❝Hi Friend! Congrats again on your 400!! You definitely deserve many more! If you still have a spot open for you event (ignore if you filled them!), can I request: Smut Prompt #15 with Zoro 😏 please and thank you so much!❞ the author sent a letter : ❝dear jen, to say i got a bit carried while writing this is a bit of an understatement! but i hope you’ll like it as much as i liked writing it, all while cackling like a villain as i was writing this. thank you tons for the sweet words, you are such a sweetheart and i’m so lucky to know you! sending you lots of love! sealed with a kiss, nikki.❞
──➤ Prompt used : #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” ─➤ Genre : Smut. ➤ Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Sexual intercourse, jealous sex, mild degradation, choking, biting, cunninlingus, penetration, spanking (once), sir kink.
The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.
Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.
Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)
And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.
« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.
Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.
« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »
The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »
« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.
« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.
You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.
The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »
The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »
The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.
« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.
« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.
Ur requests are open!!! 👀💞
Okay suddenly I don't know what I want 😅.
Okay let's see.... Could I request aomine waking up to his s/o who's moaning /grinding against him or too much movement in the bed. He thinks she's probably dreaming about him but finds her awake. She was actual 'helping herself' because, her being the sweet person she is, didn't want to wake him up to help her.
(lol obviously NSFW)
(something in this line of thought please 🙏💕)
You could make it in any form u want, hcs, scenario, etc. Whatever is easiest for u 💞
-LT ❤️
Hii friend! Okay, so here’s a little drabble. It strays a little from what you said, but only mildly. I hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: Aomine x Fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, fingering, a tiny slice of degradation, implied d/s dynamics, I think that’s it.
pairing: Hinata x f!reader genre: SMUT wc: 6.6k warnings: fingering, oral, body worship, praise kink, hinata with big dik
[a/n]
Beach || masterlist
“Are there any more deliveries for me, y/n?” The ginger asks while beaming at you like he hasn’t been delivering orders under the heat of the sun across Rio the whole afternoon.
“We’re all good, Shoyo.” You smile back. He’s such an earnest part-timer that your mood just lifts up whenever you see him. You rarely find anyone like him. Even though he’s just delivering orders for the diner, he’s so dedicated to it. He’s not like one of your previous delivery guys who grumbles before and after work as if they’re not getting paid. Shoyo is different. His eyes are full of life, full of purpose.
You like seeing him around because his sincerity and politeness makes you feel like you’re not just some dumb waitress in some small diner. Aside from pleasing to talk to, he’s also pleasing to look at. He’s like a cute boy-next-door kind of guy.
“I’ll be going ahead then!”
“Wait!” He turns around with an inquisitive look on his face. You want to keep him around longer for tonight. It’s been a rough day for you and you could use some sunshine. “Actually, I’d appreciate some help closing up. I’ll serve you something for dinner in return.” His face brightens up at your request. There it is. Mr. Sunshine, indeed.
“Sure, y/n! Just tell me what to do.”
He’s an efficient help to have. What you usually do in 40 minutes or so was done in just 20.
A/N: From my previous blog.
Pairings: Matsukawa Issei x Fem!Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader, Kyoutani Kentarou x Fem!Reader, and Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of penetrative sex, fingering, oral (receiving), exhibitionism, size kink, spitting, praise, overstimulation, mentions the loss of virginity, rough sex, impact play: spanking, collaring, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink very briefly mentioned, edging, begging, anal, cockwarming, degradation, cum play/eating
latibule: a place of safety and comfort
Summary: Iwaizumi and Oikawa were always within arms reach of the other, but what happens when misunderstandings and unspoken emotions drive them apart? What happens when everything they thought they knew about the other ceases to be true and they are left to pick the pieces of their friendship up…alone?
Pairings: Alpha!Iwaizumi x Omega!Oikawa
Word Count: 2832
Warnings: Angst, Slow-burn, Friends to strangers, Strangers to friends, Smut, Mentions of depression and separation anxiety
Rating: 18+
Tag list: Open (send an ask to be added)
“I just happened to be in such a Captain mood; could I please request some hcs? I wanna worship Daichi and Bokuto’s thighs… and Kuroo’s back and someone else idk… ALFJALDHAOD if only for a little bit 🥺😭. It’s just… ✨body worship✨”
A/N: A request from @dont-mind-me-imjustpassingby on my other blog! And the first new post on the new blog!! Woo-hoo!!
Hey friend! I feel this. I too want to worship their bodies! These are shorter hcs but I hope you enjoy them anyways! You can’t tell I have a favorite lol
Pairings: Daichi x Reader, Kuroo x Reader, Bokuto x Reader, Kita x Reader, Ushijima x Reader
Warnings: mentions of thigh riding, suggestive content but nothing explicit
#SYNOPSIS! your first target is the ray of sunshine, hinata shōyō #GENRE! smut, 18+ #WORD COUNT! 5,340
#WARNINGS! dom!reader, sub!hinata, reader has female genitalia, praising, very light degrading / dumbification, some worshipping, edging, reader gets called ‘master’, unprotected sex, metaphoric comparisons to drugs, hinata gets called ‘puppy’, oral (m receiving), creampie, solo masturbation, mention of spitting but no actual spitting
‧₊˚ author’s note is at the bottom of the piece ♡
You didn’t think that Hinata Shōyō would be so receptive to your touches. The second that your lips were on his, his hands were so stiff as they rested on the grove of your hips. It was you who had to take him by the fabric of his shirt and eliminate the space between both of your bodies. It was you who had to take his hands and let them rest on the soft curves of your ass, encouraging him to squeeze the flesh as he pleased and squeeze generously was what he did, your hips bumping into his.
His breaths were hot against your face when you parted your lips for half a second to catch your breath, chasing for oxygen while he chased after yours in an ardent urgency. Before you knew it, he was ducking his head to melt his tepid lips into yours with a fervour you had expected from him. Hinata’s fingers were digging into the flesh of your ass as you swiped your tongue across his lower lip. Electricity crackled in your veins when he parted his mouth with a breathy, guttural moan that rumbled deep in his chest. Warmth settled deep in the pit of your stomach and stirred in the heated coil that was taking its time to wound.
