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last updated wed. sept 16

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starting rotation will not be updated for now due to the nature of what requests i am currently accepting!

euri + suna; slurpee

—º• car sex in 7/11 parking lots because it’s the best form of reducing you two to nothing but sex-hungry animals—in his opinion, at least. clawing your hands through his hair and tugging just a but too hard, but there’s no time to relish the silky touch of his locks when his hips are snapping down onto yours, forming you and him and the car seat into almost one.

—º• kissing the sucrose from your lips—licking and sucking it off, too—after you get those blue slushies that taste nothing like they look like. watching you suck the icy drink up before losing it and pouncing on you, growling in your ear about how you were practically begging him to fuck you with your eyes.

—º• wanting to trace the syllables of your name with his mouth, but it’s too busy drinking in the sight of you and singing praises sweeter than any gas station drink.

i’m opening up my inbox for these nsfw vibe drabbles! (pls don’t come for the title,,, brain cells have been wrung Dry by school)

send me your name, a character, and any (or none) of the following:

a color or two (something descriptive! i.e., twilight blue)

a drink/beverage (i.e., caramel latte, wine, lemonade)

a song

a kink/kinks

and i’ll write you a (very) small and smutty, duh drabble about you and your character of choice. again, to clarify: you only need to send your name and the character’s name, but the other things help with coming up with a feel for what i should write. :)

excited to interact with u guys again after having Ghosted™ outta nowhere !! <3

p.s., if you could like this post to help the algorithm boost it before making your request, i will love you with my entire heart

EEE sorry for taking a while to answer this ask!! thank YOU so much for your kind words and feedback,,, hhhh i cannot stress how good it felt to read your ask(s)!!

i hope so too, please don’t be shy! but also take your time ^^ i promise i don’t bite heh

hi anon :) lemme just say that when i read this i felt very,,, seen. yeah. the validation i felt from reading that someone has gone through the same experience?? amazing. i think i did (and still do) the exact same thing, hence this blog. on that note, please don’t apologize!! i hope i didn’t make it sound like otherwise, but i’m open to adults and minors alike interacting and consuming my work, just as long as they’re aware that i am a minor myself.

i’m really glad my writing brings you comfort?? :,,) writing this stuff does give me that same sense of comfort whilst simultaneously feeding that cycle of guilt, ngl. but i hope we can both outgrow it someday—the guilt, that is. it’s definitely more than okay if you want to keep reading—i’m honored, in fact :,,,)

trigger warnings: mentioned sexual assault, sexualization of minors. neither are mentioned until underneath the cut.

this post will discuss the problematic nature of *some* facets of the haikyuu!! fandom, give my deepest apologies, and hopefully explain things as best i can.

note: if you’re here from the link i sent you, it’s probably because you requested a match-up. scroll to the bottom for your answer, but please read everything else for context.

i. disclaimer

the twitter thread i’ve linked here is not mine, full credits to OP.

the tweet i’ve linked here is mine. (i go by ava and lina interchangeably, for context.)

prior to this post, i have never publicly stated that i am an adult or a minor anywhere on this blog. however, on the topic of what i’m discussing in this post, i feel that it only makes sense to tell you all that i am a minor.

ii. i’m sorry if i have mislead anyone.

if i have falsely lead you to believe that you were interacting with an adult, i deeply apologize. it was never my intention to do so.

i am not obligated to disclose my age or any other personal information about myself online. however, i do recognize that my age is something i should make known since i post the sort of content that i do.

i appreciate all of the amazing feedback and support that my content, as half-assed as it is, has received during the short time i’ve had this blog. it has never been my intention to purposefully deceive any of you into thinking you were reading content produced by an adult and/or interacting with an adult.

You pitied the red solo cup in your boyfriend’s hand—it had been reduced to a pathetic crumpled figure, crushed beneath his fist as he gripped his fingers just as hard as he clenched his jaw. The tension in his shoulders, his entire body, was practically palpable even from his spot across the room. Kuroo was saying something to him, making wild, inebriated motions, but Daichi didn’t pay him any mind (not that Kuroo noticed).

Instead, his attention was on you—on your scantily clad figure, hugged in just the right places by just enough fabric. The cup in your hand, unlike his, was dangled delicately between your fingers, held flirtily as you pretended to take a sip, eyeing the man trying to talk you up as you snuck smug glances towards your boyfriend.

You aren’t being as slick as you think, though—Daichi’s fiery gaze captures yours, and a thrill of excitement runs through your veins, stronger than any of the spiked shit in your cup. Maybe you were just asking for trouble with the way you let your body lean into the other guy—was his name Terushima? Maybe. You didn’t bother to remember. But whatever kind of turmoil you were stirring, you were enjoying every second of it.

You solidify the eye contact with Daichi, smirking at his hand, still clenched around his drink, or what was once his drink. The quirk of your lips seems to be the last straw—you see him mutter something to Kuroo before he’s pushing off the wall he was leaned against, his body rigid like a spring. Your smile only widens, turning back to what’s-his-face as nodding with faux interest, or whatever the hell he was drunkenly rambling on about.

“Excuse me.”

You almost scoff at how goddamn polite he sounds, how calm his voice rings even though you just know he’s fuming inside.

The stranger tears his eyes from your figure and stills in his pointless speech, turning his hazy gaze towards your boyfriend.

“Yo, what’s up, man? You lookin’ to buy? Oh hey, this is my friend—”

“I know who my girlfriend is, thanks,” Daichi growls, grabbing your wrist and pulling your figure into his in the blink of an eye. As he drags you off to who-knows-where, you flash a smile at the other man, half apologetic and half thankful for all the fun he’s aided you with tonight.

“Mm, is someone jealous?” You ask, leaning into Daichi’s ear as he practically throws you into the nearest unlocked door. Your back thunks against shelves; you’re in a linen closet, it seems. Daichi doesn’t bother with finding a light switch, but he closes the door after stepping in with you. You’re promptly flipped so that your back is against the door, either of his hands flat against the wood beside your head and his knee forcing itself between your legs.

“What do you think?” he asks low, breathily. The question takes you down a peg from your high horse, reminded of just how quickly Daichi can take charge when he wants to. You dry swallow, suddenly overwhelmed by the smell, the feeling, the sound of Daichi.

He smells like a mix of that cologne you love, the party’s atmosphere, and a light note of sweat; his body is hot against yours, warmth penetrating the thin layers of fabric that separate your skin; his breaths come heavy and loud against your ear, almost as loud as the pounding in your ears that is your own heartbeat.

“What do you think?” he repeats, this time pressing his groin into yours. Your eyes widen as you register the telltale hardness against your crotch, excitement dampening the fabric of your panties.

“Yes?” The word comes out as more of a question than you’d like; Daichi senses this, giving a self-satisfied smirk, having enacted his revenge.

Well, some of it, at least.

yes one of these was taken on my laptop pls don’t come 4 me

hiiiii :3 i’m officially no long on semi-hiatus! weeeeee

—º• thank you for 1k!! coming back from hiatus and seeing that i hit this milestone was such a morale booster omg?? i’m so grateful for every one of you 🥺 (also, face reveal soon bc i know i said i would do that for 1k hehe)

—º• existing requests are in progress. i know i keep saying this, but that’s because it’s true. they’re much older than match-ups, yet they might come out after match-ups because m-u’s are just quicker

— º• match-ups will, ideally, be posted one at a time each day. first come, first serve basis; i’m starting from the bottom of my drafts

— º• inbox from semi-hiatus has been cleared. a lot of these asks either violated my rules or they were growing repetitive; for the time being, thirst asks are closed. currently, my inbox is only open for chatting with me and asking to be added to the kinktober tag list!

alshdfdj quick clarification: each prompt is meant for a specific day, so e.g., “frottage” is #14; i post whatever i write with that prompt on october 14. when i said not to be shy sending in numbers, i meant requesting multiple days for characters (i don’t think i can write for 31 different ones lmao), not combining prompts! sorry for any confusion :3

anyways,,, lots of kuroo i see?? not that i’m complaining doe,,,

mattsun for hate-fucking is looking Appealing and i’ll consider semi for both of those 👀👀👀