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୨୧ — overstimulating yourself on ukyo’s thighs !

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Your sweet moans are like music to Ukyo’s ears as you grind desperately against his bare thigh, your pussy soaking his skin with your arousal. “God, pretty. Keep going…doing so well,”

He palms himself through his boxers at the sight of you, needy and looking oh so beautiful with that fucked out expression you always seem to get. “Mmm, f-fuck” you whimper, eyes fixated on his bulge, and the wet patch that is rapidly growing on the fabric. “Uh uh, eyes on me.”

You look back up at him, his eyes glassy with lust whilst strings of groans and whimpers tear through his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. Your thighs start to burn causing your movements to slow. He smiles once he notices “You need some help there?”

His hands find your hips once you nod, rocking you back and forth against the toned muscle of his thigh. “Such a needy girl” he teases with a smile “getting off on my thigh? naughty.”

You cant help but whimper at his words, whilst struggling to formulate your own. His dick throbs and strains against the fabric of his boxers— yet he ignores it entirely, his eyes only on you as you start to reach your peak.

“g-g’nna cum…” You manage through glossy eyes “Mhm, go on them, baby. Show me.” he rocks you faster on his thigh, relishing the sensation of your warm cunt against him.

Your vision turns white as an orgasm rips through you, thighs shaking and clit pulsing from the slight overstimulation of Ukyo’s continuous movements as he helps you through your high.

Once his movements come to a halt, you collapse onto his chest, and his arms are quick to embrace you, warm and solid. “All good?” he whispers, pressing a little kiss to your head “yep”

You glance down at his bulge, noticing his cum soaking further into the fabric “Did you…?” he nods, smiling sheepishly “Couldn't help it, you looked so hot.”

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・ ꪖ/n - guys i swear i’m working on the requests pls don’t slime me out 😣

Maybe a little spicy but like with kisses and pecks [mostly fluff)

୨୧ — Gachiakuta men react - you suffering with period cramps (ft. Jabber, Zanka, Enjin)

ᨳ᭬ ຶ CW ♪  fem!reader, suggestive in Jababies, Enjin being a fuckass tease, smoking (Enjin ofc),

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JABBER

the pain is bordering unbearable. you’ve been in bed for most of the day because of it, laying on your side waiting for your boyfriend to return home.

the door swings open as Jabber walks in “hey mami— AYO BABE WHATS WRONG??” he practically sprints over to where you lay bedridden, hopping onto the bed beside you, the distinctive smell if him filling your senses.

“nothing, just cramps.” you mutter shifting closer to share some of his body heat. He’s warm, his body feeling natural next to yours as he rubs your hip. He suddenly meets your gaze with a smirk. “ya know, i read somethin’ a while ago about how to help with cramps”

“oh what is it?” you ask, although you are slightly suspicious— this is Jabber we are talking about, he says the most random shit. He hums, squeezing your hip before his hand moves to your abdomen, making you squirm a little from the gentle pressure he applies.

“sex-“

“Jabber!” you exclaim, but you cant help the laugh that follows, cheering you up a little before you wince again, body tensing under his touch as another wave of pain surges through you.

He grins, kissing your jaw, his tongue poking your skin lightly. “seriously though, i’m not afraid to get my sword bloody—“

You slap his shoulder, causing him to laugh. “stop talking” you glare at him half-heartedly. “make yourself useful and get me some water”

He gets up, a stupid smirk plastered on his face “yes ma’am.”

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ZANKA

Zanka is observant to say the least, so he is quick to catch on to your mood change, and the way you wrap your arms around your abdomen.

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, tearing his gaze from his assistaff. “You good? You’ve been starin’ at the wall for ten minutes straight.”

Your arms tense as another cramp starts, and you groan softly. “It's my period,” he sighs softly at your murmur— not in annoyance, but rather a silent concern for you. He puts his jinki to the side, his focus entirely on you.

“Thought so. Taken any medicine?” You nod, pushing some hair back from your face that was sticking to your skin. “Hasn’t kicked in yet” he hums, then gently guides you to lie down on his bed, making sure you’re comfortable before walking into the bathroom, dampening a wash cloth.

He comes back, sitting beside you on the bed, dabbing your sweaty forehead gently with the cloth. “thanks, Zanka” you say softly, you voice quiet and a little vulnerable. He turns his head away, trying to hide the blush dusting his cheeks. “it’s whatever, don’t mention it.”

Suddenly, you grip his wrist, moving to create room onto the bed as you pull him down to say with you, definitely not helping his flustered state.

“Oi, what’re you-“

“Lay with me, it’ll help me feel better.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose “I don’t think that's how it works-“ he stops himself, but despite his words, he doesn’t make an effort to move your head from his chest as you nestle closer to him, instead he moves to pet your hair, his blush deepening. His voice lowers as he whispers into your hair, “ya lucky you’re cute.”

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ENJIN

Enjin could tell something was off the moment you entered your shared bedroom, upon coming back from a hectic mission.

“What's got ya down in the dumps, hmm?” he teases softly, cigarette dangling from his lips, but there is a hint of curiosity and concern in his eyes once you faceplant onto the bed, groaning in pain.

“Babe? Did ya get hurt during your mission?” he tenses, “No, but my period cramps are killing me” The pillow muffles your voice, but he visibly relaxes. He presses a large hand against your lower back, rubbing soothing circles to ease you from your discomfort.

He lightly taps your ass “wanna sit in my lap?” he whispers, wanting to comfort you a little. “Yeah.” Once you agree, he helps you straddle his thighs, making sure you are steady before resting his hands on your waist.

“Poor girl.” he teases lightly, watching you glare and light slap his arm. “Sorry, sorry” he smirks, but he doesn't speak further, letting you lean into him for comfort. Without a word he hands you his water bottle, helping you to take small sips.

He presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, whispering, “feelin’ any better?” you take a moment to think. “Hm, better than earlier, I just feel a little sore” Enjin nods, a cheeky grin on his face. “You know what? I have the perfect thing to help.”

He begins trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands rubbing your sides— his lips were soft, comforting and familiar against your skin. You giggle as his lips move to your collarbone, tickling you slightly. “That's tickles..!”

He smirks against your skin, secretly glad to hear your laugh again.

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・ ꪖ/n - this is exactly what i need rn cause i’m on my period suffering with some MEAN cramps 🥹 i added Enjizz to this too— gotta include dada 😌

im open to writing pretty much anything as long as its not vomit (sexually), scat, rape, ageplay, incest, bestiality, non con— stuff like that.

୨୧ — Oikawa finally realises he’s head over heels for you- his best friend.

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There is barely a moment in your life in which you don’t remember Oikawa by your side— from when you first moved into town, with him basically befriending you on the spot, to you both going on vacations and dinners together at your shared favourite spots.

Because of this it's natural now for him to be lost in the constant teasing of his friends about you both, but he’s never really taken seeing you like that into consideration— I mean, that's his best friend after all, of course he loves you.

He couldn’t see you in that way.

Right?

The summer heat is thick and humid, sticking to your skin, but the breeze from the ocean brings relief as you walk side by side with Oikawa, who has a vollyball tucked under his bare arm. He hums softly, pointing in the direction of the net set up on the beach, almost perfectly placed for the two of you.

“Wanna play? I'll be easy on ya, promise.” he grins, positioning himself on the other side of the net to you, his eyes never once leaving you as he prepares to serve the ball. “Yeah you better”

The beach air fills with your mixed giggles as the ball moves effortlessly between you both. It never feels exhausting being around him, he made you feel completely alive, as if nothing else mattered in that moment apart from the two of you.

It's beyond obvious he let you win, you winning against him would be basically impossible, but giving up the win is worth it, especially when he gets to see that triumphant look on your face.

Every single detail about you suddenly feels so much more magnified under the golden evening sun. You look truly beautiful— you always have been in his eyes, but looking at you right now, it feels like he is seeing you clearly for the exact first time.

Oikawa’s thoughts are abruptly ended to the sound of you calling his name. “Tooru? what's with that look? You really that upset I beat you?” you tease.

He can never really get used to the way you say his name with such warmth and gentleness. The tips of his ears begin to burn red. “Me? never! I only let you win cause i’m an amazing best friend!” he huffs, crossing his arms and pouting dramatically.

Before he can even process the sudden racing beat of his heart, you drop the volleyball into the sand and take his hand, dragging him along with you, towards the sea “hey, what are you-“ It feels so natural having his hand in yours, as if it was destined to be in your hand and yours only.

you take him shin deep into the cool water, automatically beginning to refresh your skin from the blazing heat. “see? this is nice.” he cant help but agree, shuddering from the temperature change. The beach is noticeably quiet, the only sounds being the waves and your movements in the water.

Suddenly, he picks you up bridal style with a mischievous grin, you yelp and squirm in his arms. “this is payback for you beating me.” he walks deeper into the water until it reaches his hips, then he throws you in, laughing at how adorable you look breaking the surface— hair sticking to your face, and a revengeful look in your eyes.

You splash him, making his hair and upper torso as wet as your own, laughing as he struggles to move away. “my hair!” he complains half- heartedly.

Your sweet laughter drowns out any other noises, the background fading into the distance as his eyes lock with yours, his eyes soft and love-struck. “You're giving me that look. You know, the one you give whenever you're staring at me real hard—“

Oikawa’s body moves before he can think, and his lips find yours. He can no longer pretend. His wet hands slide up from your waist, his palms warm against your shoulders before his fingers gently cradle the nape of your neck.

It’s gentle at first, yet deepens as the restraint from all this time between you both snaps. You mould into his chest as you get lost in the moment; it feels different from his usual self—it's fierce, yet there is an underlying desperation to finally have this moment with you.

In that moment, he comes to the realisation that this whole time, he’s been hopelessly in love with you— but now, he’s not afraid to show it.

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・ ꪖ/n GUH OIKAWA 🥺 this has given me an excuse to write more haikyuu since i’ve only wrote one other before. sorry this is kinda short, school is sliming me out with all these summer assignments 🫩🔫

𝒢𑄺 — Jabber Wonger headcanons - sfw + nsfw

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⊹ Doesn’t fully understand personal space, and is even more touchy than usual in a relationship—he’ll cling to your body like a koala, and prod at you whenever he gets the chance. If he begins to annoy you, he wont be able to tell unless you verbally express your discomfort.

⊹ Touchy as hell, he was already clingy before you began dating, but once you both became official, there was no point in the day when his hands weren't on you. His hands specifically find your hips from behind when you're standing up, or in your back pocket when you walk beside each other.

⊹ Loves petnames and is sure to constantly use them on you. his favourites are 'ma' or 'babe' sometimes mommy but we'll get into that later

⊹ He can actually be a good listener if you need to talk about your feelings, nodding and mumbling a ‘mhm’ so you know he is listening. Whilst you talk, even if you’re generally talking to him, he loves having you in his lap, large hands resting on your hips as he practically drools at the sight of you sitting on top of him.

⊹ In the bedroom, Jabber is either super submissive or very dominant, but his personal favourite is to submit to you. This also ties into the fact that his favourite position is cowgirl, whether you are domming him or not.

⊹ The biggest masochist you will ever meet, I mean look at him fighting? 😭 loves you slapping and biting him, yet no matter how hard you do it he will always be moaning for more, and for you to go harder.

⊹ As mentioned previously, he also has a huge mommy kink. Even outside of sex you’ll always catch him calling you mommy— and he is so shameless about it too, not caring who will hear him say it.

⊹ He also doesn't give a fuck if anyone hears him moaning or walks in on you both, it just adds to his horny fantasies. If he knows someone could walk past or enter, he will intentionally get a lot louder than usual, showing everyone that he belongs to you.

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・ ꪖ/n - anyone wanna have a threesome with me and flabby jabby ?? 🥺 he da goat fr

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Bachira between your legs was something you werent expecting tonight, after the long day you both had you were simply thinking he would want to cuddle into the night.

oh, but you were wrong, so wrong.

he has a small vibrator pressed up to your clit, giving you no breaks as you cum for the nth time this evening. two fingers plunge deep inside your awaiting pussy, dripping with need. he looks up, his eyes meeting yours as a cheeky smile spreads across his face.

"feels good?" he says as if he was asking about the weather. you try but cant seem to form coherent sentances, the words come out mixed with your sweet moans. he feigns innocence, cocking his head to the side as he continues curling his fingers. "what was that, sweets? you gotta answer when i ask a question."

“its— ah— a lot, sensitive….” you manage to say, overwhelmed from all the sensations as he presses the vibrator down hard on your clit, making you moan and squirm. "ill take that as a yes, atta girl,”

he kisses the insides of your thighs, gently nipping and sucking just enough to make some light marks on the skin. your hands reach to claw at the sheets beside you as he thrusts his fingers faster, hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

“you gonna cum?” he asks, and you nod frantically. His fingers slow suddenly and you groan in frustration. “thought it was alot, hmmm? c’mon, ask nicely.”

you sigh as he still delivers you pleasure from the vibrator, but barely presses it onto you, effectively trapping you from finishing. “please, wanna cum— ill be good, promise..!” he hums, pretending to think.

“mmm, good enough!” he slides his fingers back into you and turns to vibrator up to the max setting. Pleasure explodes as you hit your peak, your vision going white from the force and your previous orgasms.

he continues to press the vibrator on you, pulling his fingers out to lick off your arousal. “that was good, think you can do it on my dick next?”

you were in for a long night.

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・ ꪖ/n - cheeky draft cause i’m still having a writers block 👿

OMG THANK YOU GUYS FOR 1K OMG 🥹 this is actually crazy i was tweaking when i saw this 😭 anyways sorry i haven’t posted for a while school has been sliming me out with all these end of year exams so ill lock back in once i finish (on friday)

I will make a poll later on what you all want me to write for hitting 1k (lmk if there is anything else specifically and ill add it to my list of stuff im gonna write)

Also sorry to everyone who sent me requests i was struggling to keep up with them all so i ended up deleting them without thinking 😔 sorry to those people, my requests are still open i just wont be posting until schools over.

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Enjin is far from oblivious of the rumours that spread around hq of you and him.

You’re perfectly aware too, words getting sent around to all the cleaners about your joint closeness— but thats how he is, he teases and touches you— rough, tattooed hands always seeming to snake around you as if they belong on your body.

The thing is though, they do. His touch was a paradox—deliberate, slow, and almost painfully nonchalant. It felt raw, real, and touched your soul in ways no one had done before. It felt safe, a silent reminder as long as he’s here you’re going to be okay.

He finds you late that evening on the rooftop of hq, back pressed against the hard wall, whilst you stare out into the distance as if there is more than trash to look at, as if it would form into something more appealing rather than garbage that stretches miles beyond the horizon.

His body moves before he can comprehend what he is doing, and sits himself beside you with a soft huff that cuts through the lingering silence of the evening. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a compact box of cigarettes, and offering one over to you. “want one? y’look like ya need it.”

“I’m alright, thanks.” he simply shrugs at your mumbled reply, lighting it for his use, “hm, suit yourself.” The atmosphere fell comfortable, his company alone making everything feel a little less heavy and overbearing. The orange glow from the tip of the cigarette casts a subtle light in the darkness before a thick, heaving cloud of smoke curls around his face, the overpowering scent of tobacco staying as a stake reminder of Enjin’s everlasting presence.

The silence stretches for a moment longer, not awkward and unnecessary, but rather grounding masked in a silent concern. “somethin’ eating at you? you seemed...off today,” he finally spoke, turning his head halfway to meet your gaze, his eyes were intense as usual but are undercoated with a glimmer of curiosity for you.

You hum, his knee brushing against yours as he waits for you to speak. “mhm” you pause, deciding how to phrase the words that follow, “have you heard the rumours..?” you ask, voice quieter than before, like you were afraid someone would overhear.

He chuckles lightly, seeming amused. His posture remains completely relaxed against the wall as he takes another lazy drag of his cigarette, joining you taking in the view of trash he is so used to seeing. “yeah, i have. the others really like to get in our business, huh?”

You nod, eyes dropping your hands in your lap, which are occupied, busy playing with the hem of your shirt— a silent habit you’ve picked up over the years. Enjin’s not stupid, he sees how you stiffen, looking at anything but him. He lowers his tone, yet that husky current in his voice you love still remains. “something you wanna tell me?”

You look up, suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity between the both of you— small and barely there. He searches for your gaze, his breath hot against you as his hand tilts your face up, forcing you to meet his own. Your lips part slightly without your realisation, and your heart thumps, heavy and relentless, it wouldn’t surprise you if he could hear it.

His face moves less than an inch closer to yours, giving you enough time to move away before he makes any further movements, but if anything you lean into his touch, soft breaths mingling between you both. His lips brush yours, and mix of anticipation and disbelief pooling into you, It felt as if you were standing at the edge of the very rooftop you perch on— weightless and alive, the world fading into nothing but a blur between you both.

Without a word you close the gap, and those simmering thoughts of him, the agonising questions of if his touch actually meant anything to him finally disappeared, leaving your mind and heart at ease.

Enjin’s kisses are surprisingly soft, almost like he is taking the time to memorise all parts of you with his mouth, and to confirm that he had you, and wasn’t letting go. The taste of cigarettes lingers on his tongue, sharp and bitter, yet somehow calming.

His lips seperate slightly from yours, and you shiver from the sharp, blazing wind. His hands stay anchored on you, warmth from his large palms seeping past your clothes and onto your skin.

A quiet understanding passed, the silence that reassures— that you finally knew exactly where you stood.

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・ ꪖ/n - i’m trying to finish some requests but this idea popped into my mind and had to lock in cause Enjin duhhhh 😻 sorry to those who sent requests i will try to finish them as soon as i can (i’m also suffering from a major writers block if you couldn’t tell)

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It’s not unusual to find you staying over at Megumi’s. Since the day you became official, you always found your way to his place, and vice versa.

Today is like no other, you show up to his, you get all cosy, order food and binge watch episodes of your shared favourite show. However, one thing led to another, and you soon find Megumi’s head dipped between your legs, as you twitch and whine from his teasing.

His tongue licks a stripe from the bottom to the top of your soaked pussy, his movements calculated to give you the pleasure you crave, but not enough to bring you to your much awaited orgasm. “Megumi, please.”

“hm,” He hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves directly to your core. He shifts, his attention focusing upon your throbbing clit. He sucks gently as his eyes meet you, practically drinking in the sight of your head tilted back and the little moans that leave you.

His fingers prod at your entrance before he presses in, your walls sucking him in greedily, making him groan lowly. He curls his fingers, searching for the spot that gets you arching off the bed. “fuck- right there..!” you mewl. “here?” he confirms, and you nod desperately, your hips bucking off the bed to meet his touch.

The sweet sounds of your slick fill the room, his fingers pumping in and out of you. He latches harder onto your clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive bud as his hand quickens.

His brows furrow a little in concentration, working at the speed and pressure his attentive mind remembers your liking. You pant softly, unable to hold back the little cries of pleasure. “‘m close…” you breathe, but he could already tell by the way you clamp down on his fingers, just like how you would on his dick.

“c-cum then,” he shudders, grinding his hard cock on the side of the bed, yet still keeping his priorities on getting you to your peak.

Megumi’s head suddenly jolts up, brought back to his senses at hearing the ringing at the door, remembering the order of food you previously made. He licks your slick off his lips, huffing softly in annoyance from the interruption before wrapping your hoodie around his waist, kissing your inner thigh, and whispering “stay here, I’ll be back, kay?” — he got distracted, and rather ate his dessert before food arrived.

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・ ꪖ/n - i need to finish the new JJK season, I’ve only watched like 6 episodes 😣

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Choso keeps you pinned firmly against the mattress with his muscular body, his cock plummeting in and out of your desperate pussy as you mewl and scratch at his back. His eyes are glued to yours, whilst strings of grunts and moans mingle from the both of you.

His thrusts slow momentarily as he works at rolling his blunt, skilled fingers working until he completes the joint, catching it between his lips and huffing softly. He reaches to grab the lighter from the bedside table, lighting it.

“open,” he mumbles, taking a drag. You comply, sticking your mouth open for him.

He blows the smoke directly into your mouth, watching in satisfaction as you inhale the thick cloud of smoke. “good girl” his hips work faster now, heavy balls hitting the sticky curve of your ass whilst his dick ploughs further inside you, to reach your deepest spots.

“Choso..! r-right there-“ you twitch hopelessly under him, the mix of weed and lust making everything feel fuzzy. “yeah? so fuckin’ tight, should’ve done this alot sooner, huh?” nodding in agreement, he plucks the blunt from his lips and places it between yours.

You take a long drag, smoke filling your lungs. You tap it against the ash tray, but its soon forgotten when he kisses you hard, his lips moving against yours with an underlying passion as you slowly exhale, the familiar taste of weed and you filling his mouth as he takes in the smoke, pulling away slightly so his lips brush against yours and his eyes lock onto you.

with his free hand, his fingers work at your clit, the same ones you’ve seen skilfully rolling blunts, as if its some kind of art form. His hips never stop their heavy thrusts into you, the intensity of it all causing your legs to shake. “shit- i’m g’nna..” he smirks at your babbled words, enjoying seeing you all fucked out. “yeah? c’mon, baby, thats it…”

who knew your favourite plug could be useful in other ways.

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