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Best Friend albums
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Before watching jjk, I thought he was gonna be a cool, serious, and a mysterious badass
Pleasantly surprised to find out otherwise (still cool and badass tho)
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Art by bbrah_v
Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)
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contains 18+ content. minors dni or i will cry.
thinkin about getting split open by bokuto's thick, heavy cock... he wouldn't even have to try to hit your sweet spot. he's so big that he'd just have to rock his hips in the tiniest of circles to stir you up inside, and he'd watch, salivating, as you keened and writhed and lost yourself to the gentle, steady pressure of the tip of his cock against your deepest, most favorite spot.
he'd get so brainless so fast. there's nothing that gets him harder, faster, than your pleasure— the wet, lewd sounds of your bodies moving together, the way your eyes flutter and roll helplessly back into your head, the little, shocked gape of your mouth as he grinds in particularly deep— he's in love with it all, and he'd do anything just to watch you fall apart again.
if you asked him, he'd blame it on how tight and wet your cute little hole was— "fuck, you're making me crazy... gonna melt my cock, i can't— i can't stop, baby, i can't stop, gonna cum again"— but you both know that he'd always found more pleasure in the way you go soft and pliant and willing under him. he'd worship your body, get drunk with it, and he'd get so addicted to the delicious flutter of your hole around his cock, the sticky slap of his fat balls against your cum-covered skin.
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always you
Pairing: Itadori x f!Reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ spit kink, overstim, multiple orgasm, fluff, established relationship, slight dacryphilia, itadori picks reader up one (1) time but this man has super strength so he can lift you no matter what with ease, aged up characters
A/N: I’m just so soft for this man and this was my attempt to bully through my writer’s block. Anyway! Say it with me now: Itadori has a spit kink. Itadori is best boy. Itadori, we’re meant to be just let it happen 😤 Pic is from an ItaFushi doujin by Uzura.
Thank you @oneblonded @vanille–kiss @latrombone and @spacesevyn for beta reading!
WC: 4.5K
Itadori’s spoon is halfway to his mouth when it hits him: he’s not hungry for this right now.
“Morning.” You yawn as you stretch, giving him the perfect view of your double chin as you tilt your head to the side, wincing when your shoulder cracks. The corn flakes slip from his spoon to land back in the bowl, milk dotting the countertop. “How long have—hey.”
His spoon gives a loud, protesting clatter when it rattles against the edge of his bowl, but Itadori is already halfway across the kitchen by the time it lands, pressing his mouth firmly to both of your cheeks with loud, wet smacks.
“Morning!” His hands squish at the sides of your face, muffling your protest that you have morning breath and that he tastes like milk as he gives you another enthusiastic kiss. “Ready?”
“Ready for what?”
He grins, sunshine bright and nudges his nose against yours as he counts, “One, two—”
Three never comes, drowned out by your squeal when he hoists you off the floor, easily carrying you on one shoulder as he marches back to the bedroom.
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Thigh July- KITA
i'm not even a little bit sorry... Kita's thighs need to be praised and worshipped and marked
drawn as part of the Church of Meian collab. See the other amazing contributions here!
touch tag: @keekee-732 @anime-nymph @vivianvampyric I don’t have a formal tag list, but if you want to be tagged in future works, don’t hesitate to send me an ask!
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Thigh July- Kuroo
I needed to see some Kuroo Zettai Ryouiki.... for reasons
Bokuto is not impressed that his fancy kneepads have been borrowed
...and just in case you need to see ALL the Kuroo thigh:
drawn as part of the Church of Meian collab. See the other amazing contributions here!
touch tag: @keekee-732 @anime-nymph @vivianvampyric @miki-snake @lemonadencran @shannonplease @smolfoxloaf I don’t have a formal tag list, but if you want to be tagged in future works, don’t hesitate to send me an ask!
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Anonymous asked:
hi flora! idk if you’re doing the fav trope little drabble game, but if you are then my fav trope is best friends to lovers. idk it’s just so cute 🥺
top picks: kageyama, fukunaga, tsukishima 🥇
"look, this one is cute,” you say, wiggling over to the edge of kei’s bed, settling right next to his head. you slip your phone in between his face and the book he was reading. “what do you think?”
tsukishima sighs and pulls off his headphones, plucking your phone from your hands and placing it at a distance so he can see well. “no,” he says curtly, returning the phone to you without looking.
you groan, taking your phone back. you drop your head and arm and let them hang limply in defeat. “kei, you’re not helping!”
“they’re not cute,” he says shortly.
“i can’t be single forever,” you whine, pulling back up and resting your elbows on the mattress. “i need to settle on someone. and i don’t trust anyone’s opinion except yours!”
“well, here’s my opinion: dating apps are not the answer,” the blond scoffs, closing his book and slipping his headphones off his neck. “relationships are not about settling.”
you roll your eyes. “be serious, kei.”
“i am,” he says calmly. “you’re the one not being serious.”
“how do you know?” you ask, affronted.
“because,” he says, turning his head, and the short distance between his face and yours takes you by surprise. “i’m right here.”
what? you feel your face heat up. “uh—”
“talk to me when you want to get serious,” he murmurs, eyes drifting down from your gaze to your mouth, before slipping back his headphones and picking up his book.
you press your lips together. silently, you delete your dating app from your phone and toss it on the bed.
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Bb can I be selfish and ask to hear some of your thoughts on possessive Tsukki? 😗 only if you’re up for it, of course!
you can be as selfish as you want bebe heheheh
possessive! tsukki who has no patience at all. will walk up to you and whichever idiot tries to talk to what’s his, grab you by your jaw and tilt your head up to slant his mouth over yours. has you sucking on his tongue while his fingers dance over your pretty neck. when he pulls away, making you whine for more, he turns to the guy and asks blandly, “oh, you’re still here?” or what about when he’s forced to meet up with his old high school buddies for a drink, feeling bored but a smirk quickly takes over his face when he catches kageyama staring at your tits for too long. makes fast work in snuggling up to you, blaming it on the drinks when his large palm squeezes the soft flesh of your breast. you only brush your fingers through his blonde locks, ignorant to the way kageyama gapes when tsukki presses open mouthed kisses along the tops of your breasts, leaving plum coloured markings along the way. it’s when tsukki’s hands slide down your tummy and dip between your thighs that he brings kageyama out of his trance. “you gonna get under the table now to watch how she creams on my fingers or what?”
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FOR THE HOT BODS GAME!! TSUKKI PLEASEEEEEEE🥺
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deep end
Pairing: Itadori x Reader x stepbro!Fushiguro
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY no curses AU, aged up characters, ps*udocest, spit roast, spit, oral
A/N: The banner for this fic makes me feel things. Commission from @pentaholix ! Megumi finally gets his dick wet - congrats, Megumi 😌
WC: 6.7K
“…dori. Itadori!”
“Huh?” On screen, Itadori’s character meets an untimely death. “Oh, shit. Sorry, Fushiguro.”
“You’re the one that wanted to come over.”
“Yeah…” Yuuji laughs, rubbing a hand along the back of his head.
If he’s being honest, he didn’t come for this. He didn’t come for Street Fighter, or Streets of Rage or Smash Bros or whatever video game he’d haphazardly tossed at his friend. He didn’t come for a couple of ice-cold beers and a long drive with the windows down. He didn’t come to cannonball into the pool, and splash around until the sun set and the mosquitos came out.
He glances back out towards the pool, and eyes your legs stretched out along a lounge chair.
Well, actually, maybe the third option isn’t so bad.
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Anonymous asked:
….pussy slaps with kei? o(>< )o <3
cw: pussy slapping, degradation, brat-taming, bratty!reader to crybaby!reader, size kink
“say sorry.”
“no!”
you yelp out as long fingers smack against your raw folds, easily covering the entirety of your now puffy cunt with how big his hand is.
he's got your back against his chest with your thighs thrown over his and his ankles locking over yours to keep you from kicking your legs out, making you more upset because you don't have to restrain me, kei!
you'd be lying if you think it wasn't hot, how big he towered over you from behind, easily shadowing over you as he had your arms over his, your acrylics digging into his pale skin and making him more angrier than he needed to be.
you'd also be lying if you didn't enjoy the feeling of strong muscle cradling you against the man who made you a better woman, the same man who made you a brat.
you sniffle out petulantly as he rubs his hand against your slit to soothe the stinging he's been leaving for the past 20 minutes. the whole ordeal started because you were being a pest to him while he was filling out something for the museum's updated mission statement, which required complete and utter silence.
he still doesn't understand how the fuck he ended up with someone who couldn't be more of the complete opposite from that.
here you come flouncing into his home office adorning his spare volleyball gym shirt with little white ankle socks, he would've thought you were precious if it wasn't for the bitchy attitude you walked in with you like a dog.
he tried, okay, he tried his best to keep his temper down, but one little stomp of your sock clad foot against cold wood and a whiny voice he's miraculously become immune to has his dropping his head and clicking his pen shut to stab the blunt opening against his forehead.
one whine led to another and here you were sprawled out on his lap, crying and sniffling just because you felt like being a brat. typical.
your huffs and puffs have him rolling his eyes before he's reaching a hand down to pinch at your clit, having you yelp out and jerk against him before he's reeling his hand back to land a sharp smack against it.
“say sorry and i'll let you go.” it's whispered into your hair, a chaste kiss following it and all of a sudden there's a spark in your bimbo brain. no. he always does this to get his way, no.
he always acts sweet when he's ready to see you break, when he knows you're going to break. it's like a cheating strategy, a shortcut into getting you to submit just like how you always do. maybe today was just one of your off days, your need of attention just a tad bit stronger today. yeah, that was it.
“n-no, kei. stop it. i know what you're doing.” it's mumbled out so softly in contrast to your loud retorts a few minutes earlier. that has him smiling against your hair, a sinister one you can't see, but it's covered up with soft strokes on your cunt as your hips buck up to follow the affectionate actions.
“c’mon, baby. know you're sorry so just say it, yeah?” you feel your bottom lip begin to wobble because it wasn't supposed to go this far. you weren't supposed to be punished. you were supposed to be coddled and cooed at, but the work load of your lover took a toll on that and now you were the one paying.
you shake your head softly, tiny sniffles leave you as the dam begins to burst from your eyes. “i-i'm sorry. sorry, i—” you can't finish your sentence as broken sobs leave your lips.
there she is. he holds back a victorious groan as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and tilt your head up as he looms down at you, bright eyes staring down at your pitiful watery ones.
“hey. you know why i'm doing this right?” it comes with a small sniffle and a nod of affirmation from you, your dainty hands coming up to squash away the fat tears at your waterline, preventing them from joining the others that have long slipped down the trail on your soft cheeks.
you feel a soft kiss being placed on your temple before he's letting his hand go and moving it to press you back against him. he's mentally berating himself because really he shouldn't be rewarding you for owning up and behaving, but he's always had a soft spot for you when you're like this. his little crybaby.
“good. now let's make you cum okay?” two lithe and experienced fingers stroke up and down your slit, once, twice- before they stop at your tiny hole and gradually push past the warm ring. your breath stutters as you claw at his thighs, wet squelching pitching as he works his way in. he only allows himself to sigh contentedly with you once your body grows lax against his strong chest, the only thing on his mind now is getting his perfect little prissy princess to cum.
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God that kind of giggly, light hearted sex with Tsukki....
where he's just unusually relaxed and comfortable in your touch. glasses fogged with every hot, slow breath you share.... each roll of the hips just an attempt to get closer, each kiss saying more than words ever could....
and you know no one would believe you if you ever told them about how truly sensitive and gentle he really is, so its a secret only for you
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Magic of Love
The Karasuno royal library curator Tsukishima Kei is a curious man. He has rules, quirks, and a sharp gaze that never seems to leave your back. It's especially deadly to the boys who visit you—though you come to find out the reason very, very quickly.
pairing: magician AU!Tsukishima Kei x f!reader, nsfw pwp, 6.8k (minors dni)
warnings: public sex (...sorta), creampie, thigh sex, oral (f!receiving)
notes: written for tune june, a church of meian collaboration! masterpost will be posted next week. stay tuned for more media from our amazing creators!
the song that spawned this fic is magic of love by perfume! especially these lyrics:
paint a picture of sweet love // and make you fall in love with me magic of love // if I can use magic like that, will my heart still beat like this?
thanks to: @tsukeshima, @anime-nymph, @xmyshya, and @vivianvampyric for betaing this!! i love and appreciate every single one of you <3
The Karasuno royal library sits in the east wing of the palace nestled between the flower garden and the guard’s dormitories. The tomes stored within its walls are known to be the best in the entire country, the collection ranging from the foundation of the continent to the darkest of magic texts sealed away behind a protective barrier. The bookshelves rise high, the ceiling even higher, and light streams in from stained glass windows, casting colorful shadows that dance along the marble floor.
It’s been your dream since you were a child to work here, and you had dedicated your adolescence to putting your goal to work. It paid off in the end—a scholarship to Karasuno University to study the history of magic, graduating at the top of your class and becoming the royal library’s latest apprentice to the curator. You’re not ashamed to admit you cried tears of happiness the moment you found out, but you’re not crying now.
You’re all confidence as you stand outside of the library, taking a deep breath before pushing the large wooden doors open and stepping inside. The smell of old parchment and woody tomes hits you immediately, and you duck so you can avoid a large red book that zooms by your head. You pay it no mind—neither to the borrower of the book who runs past you with a harsh whisper to get back here. You head straight for the front desk, the rolled-up parchment that gives your new assignment clutched tight in your hands.
Two men stand at the front desk, conversing in harsh whispers. The shorter one has a mop of dark grey-green hair, his dark red robe signalling his status as an alchemist. The taller one is blond, thick glasses on his face that do nothing to conceal the annoyance that crinkles around his eyes. His dark green tunic means he must be the curator of the library; you sport a matching green dress that Head Wizard Ukai told you was appropriate when he gave you your assignment.
“—will be fine,” the brown-haired one says quietly, patting his friend on the arm. “I’m sure she’ll be nice.”
“We worked just fine together, I don’t know why they moved you,” the blond curtly responds before he sighs and rubs his eyes under his glasses. “I don’t want to train anyone new.”
“Look on the bright side, Tsukki!” The first man chirps, taking a step back. When he turns his head, you can see a dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks. “She could be cute.”
“She needs to be good at her job.”
They’re definitely talking about you. It’s not that you mean to interrupt really—but isn’t it a bit rude to talk about someone when they’re standing right there?
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Anonymous asked:
I. OKAY. I was thinking something like friends to lovers, taking place after a party and you're going home together, cause that's how it's been since you were teenagers. maybe you're a little drunk, maybe you aren't anymore, but either way it was a good night and both of you feel tired but satisfied, happy. usually you'd just fall asleep together but this time, something is different...
I honestly don't have a specific character in mind, all I have in mind is the slow slide of lips and a heavy weight on top
OKAY ANON!!! I wrote it for Itadori because like. Like of course I did????? But if you’re not a JJK fan let me know what fandom you want and I’ll do it for that too bc just hhhhHHH steamy make-out sessions! And I got uh. I got carried away.
itadori x reader + steamy make out
cw: suggestive content
“Shit—shit!”
“Be careful!” you hiss, vitriol tempered by the giggles spilling from your mouth as you watch Itadori flailing around in the hallway, head caught in his hoodie. You stumble a little to the side as you try to toe your shoes off, groaning when your shoulder hits the wall. “Just—hang on and I’ll help—”
“I got it I got it I got—ow.” He bounces off the back of the couch, one arm free, the other still raised high and awkwardly stuck in the sleeve. “Whoa.”
The light flickers, the lamp wobbling precariously on the side table before he straightens it with his free hand.
“That was close.”