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eclairia-monarch · 2 years

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Being Shiratorizawa's Manager HC

I'm going to admit that Shiratorizawa isn't my favourite team (I'm SORRY-) but I love them. Toshi’s “i’m counting on you” to Shiki got me GADKGALSKHKJLASHF

warning: mentioning of their lost against Karasuno (because jezuz any team crying makes ME CRY DAMNIT). this is a long HC omigod

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imagine a beautiful swan 🦢 surrounded by an aerie of eagles 🦅

that's you and your volleyball boys wherever you go

as someone who was offered a scholarship, and slightly far from home [with you coming from Hokkaido Prefecture], you decided to just join a club to create a temporary family

the only slot left was the manager position of the boys’ volleyball club, oh how lucky (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ

it was a difficult position to apply for due to various reasons

firstly, they are a prestigious team that represent Miyagi as a volleyball powerhouse, and of course, that meant that even the manager must be up to their standards and prestige

secondly, have you seen how scary coach Washijo is?? ＼(º □ º l|l)/

you had the privilege of seeing this demon coach yelling at his players in the middle of a match for a minor mistake and that memory resurfaced when you realised you might run into this old man in your dream school

nonetheless, knowing you had to quell your loneliness, you grew some balls and applied

thankfully you were accepted on the spot and Coach Saito was the one teaching you the basics

being a very competent student, you were able to get use to the routine. fast and efficient, you even got Coach Washijo to say you are a very good manager. that’s a whole ass achievement right there what the fuck- Σ(□_□)

but you also set a whole new standard as a volleyball manager in Shiratorizawa so now you can’t find new managers to take over your duties in the past year because the pressure was too high

you are just the manager but your time in the gym sometime lasts longer than the players themselves because you went back and forth making sure every equipment was functional and well taken care of

dumbbells that were not arranged properly accordingly their weight? you rearrange them perfectly

machine unclean? you take out your cleaning supplies and began to sanitise it to the best of your abilities

so now as a third year, you have to really juggle between your studies and club activities, but the team is always there to share your burden because you are their precious manager that stuck with them no matter what

first and foremost, we have the ambitious and sweet Tsutomu, the only first-year that made it to the regular roster

looks up to you like how he looks up to Ushijima

although you are no ace or whatsoever, your ability to take care of the entire team without breaking a sweat is just as impressive to him

he always finds a minute every day to express his thanks to you and that he will become a better ace than Ushijima, and for you to keep watch

contact name for you is “[y/n]-senpai 🥺🦢”

always compliments and compare you to a beautiful swan, leading to the team teasing him again for being a simp

but it didn't matter because he only speaks the truth!

of course you found him to be very sweet. even if he is taller than you, you still treated him as a team baby

he is easily scared about paranormal things ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ) so when they have late night trainings, you tend to look out for him more and makes sure he doesn't freak out when cleaning up dark areas

which then leads us to Kenjiro, who always scolds Tsutomu for causing trouble for you, especially if the first year ace-wannabe asked for you to tutor him

the team main setter also holds tremendous respect for you too, and is very impressed that despite being so busy, your grades remained at the top percentile and even tutor your fellow third years during busy exam periods on top of everything

Kenjiro might be serious most of the time, but the blush on his face when you give him any physical attention and the little sparkle he has in his brown eyes when you speak to him was not hard to miss

might have a teensy-weensy crush on his manager senpai ( 〃．．)

how can he not? you are beautiful, has the kindest smile, understanding and willing to stay late at night with the team when they had night training

he would make sure you weren't exhausting yourself in school and club activities

but instead of actively getting your attention, he is the type to take away others from your line of sight. to Kenjiro, competing for your attention is a lot harder since there were so many others trying to get close to you every single second

don’t bother asking his day, he will somehow let you know because he just wants to be part of your routine

might get a little pouty if you stop him from scolding Tsutomu because it made him look bad in your eyes

if you are lucky, you might be able to catch him staring at you with a tiny smile (*ﾟーﾟ*)

As for the other second year regular, Taichi, he might be quiet most of the time but it’s not difficult for you to converse with him as the manager

he appreciates you and how you take care of the team. you also encourage him during his play since he was still uncertain of his strength and how well he can play

your words help him before matches, because you were not one to sugar-coat to help the players gain superficial confidence, so he trusts you a lot

but he is still uncertain because now he wonders how you would view him if he had a serve miss, a miss blocked or whatever that causes the team to lose points

the trust you placed on him was more of a heavy burden at the beginning but over time he will come to learn that it was because you saw his potential and since then, he will be more confident in his plays, and might try aerial attacks even if he wasn’t sure about scoring a point

and finally, the beloved third years, your fellow pillars

Reon might be laid back and easier to approach but even his first impression was just “fierce” in your eyes

in the beginning, it was Reon that helped you to get used to the oddity of this team

he helped you with communications between yourself and Satori before you finally understood how the red head operated

in the end, you and Reon ended up being the parents of this group and humble them when they get too full of themselves

Hayato was similar to Reon, but he was more so protective of you and acts as your mentor in volleyball

also the guy who saved the most balls from hitting your face and always nagged about how you had to be more careful but he does it

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა shwoftly because he cares about you a lot

will turn around and asked the one responsible of spiking to practise their damn aim

because he keeps misplacing his phone, he ended up having to keep it with you

lmao me too Hayato, me too

With Satori, you two actually managed to get along despite how blunt he could get at times because he was just genuinely interested in your life in Hokkaido

he calls you his miracle buddy since you seem to be able to pull off the impossible at times for the sake of what you want to achieve ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

every single time he succeeds in his guess block, he will turn to you and just

v(´∀｀*v) -- “look at me, [y/n]-chan!”

and you will always clap for him to boost his mood

pls talk to him about Shonen Jump, even if it means letting him ramble on and on

he loves to pull you into random conversations, especially when either Wakatoshi is around

because you two are so diametrically different and Satori wants to hear you two’s answers to his questions for amusement

or if he was with Eita, because for some reason, their third year setter gets less agitated about his “semi-semi” nickname 👀

Satori smells ✨tea✨

Wakatoshi and you took the longest to actually get along because of how tactless he can be when speaking, often gaining criticism from his teammates about how he shouldn't’ scare off their manager

you learn to not take anything personal because his honesty and bluntness helps you to improve

he actually cares about you a lot but he just shows it in a different way

he always reminds you to take good care of your health. might send you random care packages with a note that says “i heard this is good for x y and z”

he will wait for you and escort you to your next destination if time permits. will always ask how you are for the day

might just stand behind you and stare ಠ_ಠ at whoever speaks to you rudely, even if it is mild, because hello? manners?? you speak to your loved ones with that mouth??

will think you are a weirdo for thinking he is weird (in the most affectionate way ever)

but he appreciates you for thinking his left-handedness was cool, it reminds him of when his father plays volleyball with him in his childhood

with Eita, even tho he is known to be serious and stoic most of the time, his competitiveness is very apparent when it came to you and Kenjiro

boi is madge because he wants to spend time with him too

of course you will talk to him. even if he is stoic, it doesn’t mean he won’t smile when he speaks to you.

i mean have you seen his smile? its so cute and nice to look at i mean- hdsakhfgalkhe

he visited his other third years’ dorm room once asking for fashion advice because he became a little self-conscious about his casual clothing after Satori said he looked bad in them

he just wants to look good for you in any outfit oKAY- dun judge him (∥￣■￣∥)

you once pointed out about his lip licking habits and he just

B L U S H E S like a damn fool in love

he took it as a sign of you being observant about him, which is true because let’s be real, he is one of the more handsome students in Shiratorizawa

will ask if you need help with the laundry but will just do it with you because it was a whole load of jerseys and misc that you alone had to handle

while you don’t usually have to worry about guys coming up to you for your number whilst you are in Miyagi

Tokyo is a whole different ‘jungle’. Shiratorizawa might be a powerhouse but that doesn’t mean those in Tokyo’s main stadium are weak either

over the course of three years, you’ve learnt to reject people asking for your contact but the boys will always materialise to whisk you away

“I strongly advise that you do not put our manager in an uncomfortable spot again. We shall see you in court,” Wakatoshi will warned

those people better look out because Shiratorizawa is there to put them in their place in court

they better recognise where they stand and realise Shiratorizawa’s manager is waaaaaaay out of their league

the lost to Karasuno was definitely something you didn’t expect

they team gathered with tears in their eyes, looking at you after the coaches left, apologising for losing

( ^^)/(･･､) “why are you sorry? i’m not angry, and i’m proud of you guys”

as per usual, you greet them with a smile because you have never felt disappointed in any of them. you are, like always, proud that they played so dedicatedly till the end

that was the enthusiasm and love for volleyball that you admire

the team knew your smile was genuine as well, and thanked you for supporting them all the way

(.づσ▿σ)づ. please give them all a hug, it will help them with the tears i promise

when the third years step down, you surprised the team with a new manager that you are able to find not too long ago

but don’t worry, you are the only one that will forever remain known as the white swan manager

although you stopped coming to club activities, you still stop by once a week to make sure your boys and the new manager are able to pull through because you just know Washijo is back to his demon mode again

pls save them from this old man

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gollumsmygel · 3 months

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for the longest time i didn't have any energy to re-watch and finish (yes finish bc I never finished the anime) Kuroko's Basketball but after literally going 'eh maybe i can give this a try' instead of rewatching Black Clover for the 2nd time or OPM for like the 5th time or Haikyuu for the 7th time.....

first episode in and holy shtballs Kuroko's the funniest little guy (´º∀º｀) the way he just flatly says things with a O-O face really cracks me up.

also my teenage brain and adult brain really makes a difference bc i now see that these boys Kise and Midorima are good boys. tho Midorima is a very obvious tsundere and luckily has Takao to lowkey act like his spokesperson. adult brain also loves Kise very much and have always rooted for him (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) also I find Midorima being a narrator of sorts quite funny.

i also don't understand who I like with Riko more (´-ω-`) she obviously has really good chemistry with Teppei and Hyuga but i do know a lot of watchers back then ship her with Teppei. Have I mentioned I fell for Hyuga? If not, well yes I love him very much now. I think he's a nice balance with funny, chaotic, and a good leader.

At first tho I would somewhat cringe every time Kuroko goes (ʘᴗʘ) : "I'm a shadow" and the whole misdirection thing but I just rolled with it and got accustomed to how the show is just an exaggerated version of real life (and how poetic passionate kids can get)

I'm also surprised eagle eye isn't used much. this season. I always thought that he's quite the powerful player bc he has it but he actually doesn't use it much (or at least i didn't see him use it much?)

#kise ryota #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintarou #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #akashi seijuro #rant

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otherwordlyseraphin · 4 months

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“ Pink girly things for girly girls! ”

Minors & Blank blogs DNI!

suya/yuren, 24, she/her

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You may also drop requests for any fandoms, but be aware that I only do gn!reader or fem!reader as it's what I am more comfortable writing in. I do apologize— 🩷🥹. I can also do fluff but most of my contents r just smut WUWWaaaaaHHHHHH ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

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garoujo · 11 months

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omg!! its ur blog bday!!! and u still remain as my fav tumblr blog since the atsumu/haikyuu days 🫶🫶🫶 yaay

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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader

summary: like any other couple wanting to have children, you were instructed by the elders of your village to summon a fertility god to bless you and your husband. too bad this god definitely has his own hidden agenda...

genre: smut, mythology au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, yandere themes, power tripping, possessive bo, cuckold (noncon), voyeurism (noncon), exhibitionism (noncon to dubcon), aphrodisiac, virginity loss, unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink, size kink, cumflation, cumplay, creampie, facial, face-fucking, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, praise, degradation and gagging (not to you), nipple play, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, invisible hands, nipple clamps

word count: 8.3k

author’s note: for the haikyuu headquarters nsfw server collab! thank you for being such cool ppl and letting me join! (i promise the next piece i’m going to write for bo isn’t an au anymore HHH) (let me know if i missed any warnings) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you so much for @meiansmistress and @vivianvampyric for beta reading and editing <33

[10:16 AM]

you feel nervous, but it’s expected. you’re about to attempt to summon a fertility god after all.

you sit on your haunches, wringing your hands in your lap as you replay the conversation you and your husband had with the elders of your village a few nights ago.

“elder yamiji, what is his name? what does he look like?” you timidly asked the grey-haired man. he pushed his falling thin spectacles up his nose, sipping his steaming cup of tea. he set it down on the wooden table and his apprentice, a young girl named yukie, refilled the cup.

“he has gone by many names, my dear. the most recent was bokuto koutarou and it is said that he assumes the form of a pearly white unicorn,” the elder stated, making eye contact with you. you squeezed your husband’s hand, nervousness brewing in your body. even just talking about this god was already giving you the jitters.

elder yamiji cleared his throat and continued, “from the words of those who have had the luck to be graced in his presence, they said he transforms into a man. a man so riveting that they fall under an enamored trance once they lay their eyes on him.”

“he commands respect and nothing less, for he brings fortune and prosperity to those deserving,” he said, linking his hands together and pressing them flat on the table.

you shifted in your chair, body shivering at the elder’s story. his other apprentice, a doe-eyed girl named kaori, offered you a soft wooly blanket.

too engrossed in the elder’s story to notice the girl, your husband took it instead and quietly thanked her. he placed it around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head.

your focus was interrupted, however, when elder nekomata entered the receiving room you resided in and interrupted elder yamiji. the smaller, round-faced man smiled at you and your husband then proceeded to continue the story, as if elder nekomata was there the entire time.

“however, he doesn’t always come—for a god does what he wants—and he has to deem the couple worthy of his blessing,” elder nekomata said, sitting beside elder yamiji and pouring his own cup of tea.

“many moons ago, when a young couple—much like the two of you—wanted to bear children, they sought him,” he continued, giving you his undivided attention. you could feel yourself growing entranced once more, determined to soak up every word that fell from his mouth.

“to their delight, he materialized in a billow of light golden dust and spoke to them in a lilting and soothing voice.” you felt goosebumps rise on your arms at the small description of him.

is he so powerful that mentioning such a small aspect about him makes you tremble in reverence?

“they said he placed his hand on the woman’s womb and recited an incantation in the language of the old religion. one morn a fortnight later, the couple discovered that they were with child.”

gasps were heard all throughout the airy room—save for the elders and yours anyway, since your breath had already left the moment you sat down on the frayed chair of the receiving room.

you had no idea why you were reacting this way. naturally, anyone would be shell shocked and trembling whenever a god is being spoken about, but you felt different. like you had to hear each and every word the elders had to say.

“they were beside themselves with joy, of course. when the child was born, they doted on the babe like their lives depended on it. loved the child with all they had because she was a blessing given to them by the god,” elder yamiji continued, bushy brows furrowed and expression formed into a grimace.

you just brushed it off as his usual appearance, what with being the main elder and having to deal with most of the issues—if there ever were any—of your small and quaint village.

“but that was a long time ago. he has not come back since then, but the people never lose hope,” elder nekomata ended the story with a pointed look towards elder yamiji.

you chuckled to yourself. these two were always stepping on each other’s boots and it was comical to watch elder nekomata’s round face scrunch up in indignance while elder yamiji’s square jaw would clench in annoyance.

“h-how did they summon him?” your internal musings were interrupted by the soft questioning tone of your husband. if you had your wits about you, you would have asked the question. but you were still entranced, so you only hummed in agreement.

“no one knows the exact way to summon the god. all they did was offer him fruits and trinkets. he took them, but he made it clear that it was not a guarantee that it would always summon him,” elder yamiji explained matter-of-factly, wrinkled fingers lightly tapping on the table.

“he did not volunteer that particular information either and the couple did not dare question him. instead, they only vehemently thanked him. the only farewell he bid them was a gust of light golden dust,” elder nekomata finished, setting his empty cup down on the table.

all of you, including the apprentices, basked in the silence of the knowledge bestowed by the elders. you felt suffocated, in all honesty. not because of the overwhelming influx of information but because of restlessness.

if you were to describe it, you were itching to get out of there and summon the god without going through the proper process. you were about to jump out of the chair until your husband held your arms down.

“are you alright, honey?” he asked, worry swimming in his eyes. you stared at him, unable to answer him right away. to be honest, you don’t feel like yourself at all today. the girls looked concerned as well, bodies rigid and expressions wary because of your unusual behavior.

you were about to attempt to reply before elder yamiji interrupted.

“she’s most likely trying to absorb all the information we have given. fear not, it’s nothing to fret about,” he assured you both, calculating grey eyes studying you and your strange behavior.

“better to let all the doubts and nervousness out before you meet with the god—hopefully,” elder nekomata added, his once warm visage looking grave.

you would never understand these elders. once you gained your bearings, you and your husband stood up and bowed deeply, sincerely thanking the elders and apprentices for their time and hospitality.

you and your husband left the cottage and journeyed back to your own house, eyes twinkling while walking hand in hand.

present

you turn your head to the sound of rustling bushes and smile softly at the sight of a rabbit peeking out of the leaves. you beckon it towards you and your smile widens when it hops to you.

“come here, little one. are you hungry? i’ll give you some blueberries,” you coo at it, rummaging through the overflowing basket of fruits until you see the bunched blueberries and tear a couple of them.

“this is for the fertility god, but i guess he won’t mind if i give a few berries to you, hm?” you ask rhetorically, eyes crinkling in mirth when the rabbit’s little pink nose twitches and it eats the berries on your palm.

you pet the rabbit’s fur until it finishes eating, looking you straight in the eye as its nose twitches. you feel like it's telling you something with its red eyes, but it then hops back to the bushes, leaving you alone with your nervousness and thoughts once more.

you wipe your palms on your skirt with shaking hands, the hem swishing as you rise to your feet. you look around the foliage and notice that everything is brighter and more colorful.

the sun high in the sky is casting rays through the leaves of the trees. you sigh in contentment, eyes closing and inhaling deeply, relishing the fresh scent of dewy air.

“good on you for feeding the little creature, my lady,” a deep and melodic voice interrupts your flying thoughts. your head turns to the voice and you couldn’t help but let out a loud gasp at the man before you.

wait, no, not a man, but a god. you’re sure this is him—bokuto koutarou, as your elder said. he feels regal, and if you squint, you can see flecks of golden dust surrounding his body. fuck, his body.

your face feels warm as your eyes trail over his exposed abdomen, defined lines crossing his body until you reach the veins that led to his lower region.

your cheeks flush more as you observe the bulge that’s hidden by his worn black pants, letting out a squeak as you see it twitch.

your eyes immediately move up his torso—he’s so big—and you notice the shining gold necklace around his thick neck with a spiral pendant resting between the swells of his chest.

“like what you see, my lady?” his baritone voice muses, chest slightly vibrating as he chuckles. you gasp and immediately try to drop to your knees, bowing your head as you prepare to apologize profusely. before you can bend your legs, he catches you by your arms.

“there’s no need for that, my lady. i’m quite happy that i’m to your liking,” he says smoothly, his hand holding your chin and guiding your face until you’re eye to eye with him.

you feel your breath hitch. his round golden eyes bore into yours, pupils thinning into slits.

your eyes move on their own accord, studying his plump pink lips, strong nose, and thick eyebrows. you softly chuckle at the style of his hair, black at the roots with pointed, frosted tips.

his bright eyes beckon you back and you swear you’re seeing flashes. flashes of you under him, moaning and writhing as he drives into your tight virgin cunt again and again, large hands leaving bruises on your hips.

“so, why are you alone? where’s your husband?” his voice breaks you out of the visions. i’m a married woman...why did i envision that? you internally curse yourself, slightly rubbing your thighs together as you feel an unfamiliar ache in the lower pit of your stomach.

you’re married, yes, but you haven’t consummated your marriage. you chalked it up to your husband “waiting for the right time” but in truth, you just didn’t feel right about doing it with him. good thing your husband is a kind and understanding man.

“he’s out in the rice fields and i-i just felt that i should go alone. my conscience was whispering to me, to meet you alone—if ever you came, that is…” you trail off, shyly making eye contact with him again. he hums, looking deep in thought.

“good thing you listened to your conscience, my lady. i only appear when sweet virgins call for me,” he chuckles, snaking his arm around your waist. he leans towards you and nuzzles his cheek against yours. you can’t see it, but his eyes hardened at the mere mention of your husband.

you gasp at the skinship—this god is touchy. your body melts into his, sighing at his warmth and intoxicating scent of fresh rain and fruits...?

your eyes widen at the floating basket of fruits beside you. the god, bokuto, pulls away from you, albeit reluctantly. his arm is still around you, humming a tune as he rummages through the array of fruits. he plucks a bright red strawberry, placing the slightly damp fruit in front of your lips.

“let me?” he says shyly, round golden eyes beaming with child-like hope. your cheeks flush—you’re supposed to be the one serving him, not the other way around. you’re about to interject until he presses the strawberry on your mouth, parting your lips.

“the lady always gets her fill first,” he says as he slowly licks his bottom lip. you oblige quickly, closing your eyes as you moan at the taste of the fruit spreading in your mouth. bokuto’s eyes darken at the sound, making his cock twitch under the thin fabric of his pants.

you moan louder, unconsciously rubbing yourself on his front, the heat emanating from his cock making slick fall from your pussy. after you swallow the remnants of the fruit, you open your eyes and there’s a certain fogginess in them before it clears.

bokuto smirks, confident that you have no idea that you rubbed yourself on him like a bitch in heat. that was just an appetizer and besides, he’s a patient man. he’s been waiting decades for you, what more is a few hours?

his smirk turns into a smile, the gold dust around him becoming more potent, brighter. he straightens your body and studies you from head to toe. his cock twitches again, excited that he’s so close to having you.

while you’re still recovering from his magic, he takes the opportunity to lean down and boldly kiss you on the corner of your lips. the action makes you softly shake your head, shedding the trance he put you under.

he steps a few feet away from you, golden dust swirling around his feet until it covers his entire body. you squint and cover your eyes at the brightness. you marvel at how the birds seem to be singing a lively tune while he transforms into his animal counterpart, a unicorn.

the brightness dims and you bring your hands down. you gasp at what you see—the tales did not do him justice.

your eyes widen at the shining white unicorn before you, his horn tinged with gold and his eyes just as round and golden in his human form.

his silky white mane flows freely, as if there’s always wind around him. he bends his legs as his body slowly descends to the ground, specks of gold dust flickering around him.

you hear his voice in your head, as soothing and melodic as before. your body warms at the caress of his voice in your mind and you feel your knees buckle.

“ride astride back, my lady. i believe your husband is done with his duties. it is time for me to bless your womb with a child.”

after the couple left…

“we should’ve told them the real story, yamiji,” elder nekomata lamented, sighing because he knew it would be a futile attempt anyway.

“that wretched god would have taken the life of the earth our entire village is standing on if i so much as breathed a word of his true intentions,” elder yamiji grunted, hands gripping the edge of the table.

“you know as well as i do that not only can he give life, but he can also take it,” he intoned, sighing in defeat as he flattened his hands on the jagged surface.

both elders heard two sets of gasps, making them raise their heads as they turned to the young girls peeking out from the corner of the door.

elder yamiji sighed while elder nekomata beckoned them over. the girls timidly walked to the table, huddling together on the bench as their wide and questioning eyes looked at the elders.

“my children, the story we told was only a half-truth,” elder yamiji started, running a wrinkled hand down his face as he looked at the girls.

“indeed. the god blessed the couple and gave them a babe—but it was the god that sought them. however, he did not tell them why he did so,” elder nekomata continued, picking at the chipping paint of his bracelet.

“what we also did not divulge was the dreadful promise the god laid out. he declared that when their child became of age, he would come back and claim what is his,” elder yamiji spat out, the knowledge of what he knew was a bitter taste on his tongue.

“s-so the woman—?” kaori stuttered, hand squeezing yukie’s out of fear and nervousness.

“that child is the woman that just walked out that door,” elder yamiji revealed, causing the girls to cover their mouths in a gasp.

“b-but she has a husband! the god must respect that! does she know that she is the child?!” yukie exclaimed indignantly, contempt filling her body at the revelation.

“unfortunately, he is a god. there is nothing we can do—and my child, do you think she would have come here, asking about him, if she knew she was the one the god was after?” elder nekomata asked rhetorically, his mouth turned up into a sardonic smile.

“w-what happened to her parents then?” kaori asked in a whisper.

“one night—without telling the true nature of their departure—they left their babe in the care of their neighbours,” elder yamiji said with a faraway look in his dark eyes.

“they travelled to another village in order to learn more about him—to find a way to escape his promise. sadly, they met their demise in the form of an unknown sickness on their travels,” he ended the grim story, eyes shadowed in what the girls saw as sorrow and grief.

“they risked the wrath of the god and paid the ultimate price—their lives,” elder nekomata sighed, feeling the same pain and anguish as elder yamiji.

“no one knows the real story—except for us elders—for the god left a letter on this very table the morning after,” elder yamiji gritted out, eyes glaring at a certain spot on the table.

“it said, ‘try to interfere again and i will make sure the ground swallows your village whole, save for her.’” he said in a chilling voice, making the girls shiver where they sat huddled against each other.

“a god is not one to be trifled with, my children. especially one that is possessive and obsessed like him,” elder nekomata ended, sending all occupants on the table into a long silence.

silence that the two elders hated, because they now realized that he was finally going to come for her.

you sit astride bokuto’s back—shivering at the thought of saying his name in your head—his long legs trotting along the forest until you leave and you see the cottages of your village.

you giggle as bokuto picks up the pace, making you slightly bounce on his back. the golden dust surrounding you shimmers even more as it shows his excitement.

before you know it, you’re walking up the path leading to your cottage, smoke rising up from the chimney. your husband is probably cooking lunch and you hope he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of bokuto.

you’re too busy enjoying bokuto’s little magic tricks to notice that there is nobody outside of their homes. granted, it’s midday but there are always a few stragglers hanging around. this time, it’s like they knew a deity was coming. a deity with deviant intentions.

his large equine form stops in front of the steps leading to your door, body bending down so you can step off his back. you stand on the ground with wobbly legs, wincing as you felt slick gush out of your pussy. what the hell? you wonder in your head, face flushing in embarrassment.

bokuto’s golden dust swirls arounds him once more, turning into his ravishing and devilish human form. your cheeks warm once you see his beautiful and fit body again. he really is a god, you affirm in your head.

your hungry eyes rake over his naked torso as you unconsciously bite your lower lip and rub your thighs together. the ache in your lower belly only becomes more uncomfortable.

he smiles at you, mischief swimming in his eyes. his black and silver hair sways in the wind as the midday sun makes his tanned skin glow brighter. he sticks out his thick arm for you to hold, ever the gentleman.

“shall we?” he says, eyes darkening once he hears your husband murmuring to himself and rustling around your house.

you don’t notice bokuto’s change in demeanor because you are too entranced by the way his golden eyes glow, the dust surrounding him becoming brighter.

your head feels light as you enter through the door, arm in arm with bokuto. your house isn’t much but it’s small and homey, and bokuto’s larger-than-life presence makes your cottage look smaller than it already is.

so it really isn’t a surprise when you hear the clangor of pots falling to the floor accompanied by the surprised gasp of your husband.

“h-honey w-who’s this man?” your husband asks nervously, sweat building up on his brow. bokuto smiles brightly, eyes hard and body rigid.

“i think you know who i am,” bokuto says smugly, bare chest puffing out in pride. your husband is no small man, but in the presence of bokuto? who’s an actual god? he might as well be an ant under his boots.

“how did my wife summon you?” your husband asks skeptically, not missing the way bokuto’s jaw clenches when he calls you his wife. your head finally comes down from the clouds and you answer your husband before bokuto can fling him out the window from anger.

“he said he only appears when maidens call for him!” you say enthusiastically, eyes round as you look at bokuto, making the bigger man smile affectionately at you.

your husband raises his eyebrow at your very friendly interaction while a pressing question rises at the back of his mind.

“maiden? but you’re marr—oh,” your husband interjects, stopping himself when he realises what bokuto meant by maiden. he almost forgot that you’re still pure, untouched by any man.

bokuto feels his muscles tense and coil, itching to use his magic to bury your husband alive, but he controls himself. he’d rather your husband watch what he’s going to do to you.

he’ll teach your husband a lesson about knowing his place. and that place is nowhere near you and your body.

bokuto uses his magic to teleport all three of you to your shared modest bedroom. you and your husband gasp at the sudden change in setting while bokuto stares you down, golden eyes glinting like a predator.

he watches the slow rise and fall of your chest, his sharp vision focusing on your pebbling nipples under the fabric of your vest.

he smirks at the way your body knows it belongs to him.

“w-what’s going on?” you question timidly, head swimming with confusing emotions. your body feels hot, like you want to rip your clothes off and rub yourself on the nearest warm body, that body being bokuto’s.

“i’ve waited so long for you, my love,” bokuto says in his melodic voice, somehow deeper and more sensual. he walks towards you, not minding the presence of your stupid husband.

“what the hell are you saying? you—!” your husband exclaims, but he’s unable to finish his interjection because bokuto flicks his wrist.

your husband grunts in pain as he suddenly finds his entire body bound and incapacitated to the chair. he wiggles and thrashes against the bonds of cloth tied around him, but to no avail.

“why are you doing this?!” your husband shouts, shaking himself and the rickety chair as he tries to spring free.

bokuto scoffs, offended that this scum would dare step out of line by questioning him. what’s even worse is that this roach is interrupting his precious time with you.

“don’t you remember what your wise elder said? a god does what he wants,” bokuto sneers, gold eyes flashing in contempt.

“it just so happens that this god wants to claim what is his.” his voice is deep and seductive as he finally turns his attention back to you.

you watch the entire exchange without caring that your husband is tied to the chair and struggling. your mind is too muddled with the golden dust to care about that obvious pressing matter. why don’t you care that bokuto restrained your husband?

when bokuto’s round eyes land on you, you instinctively whimper and rub your thighs together. your body feels hotter the longer he keeps himself away from you.

bokuto smirks at your neediness. your body and brain is filled with only one thing in mind and that is the sweet feeling of release. release that only he can give.

“i think it’s time for you to be quiet,” bokuto growls, flicking his wrist once more. your husband’s cries and shouts of indignance are silenced by the cloth that gags him. he casts a silencing spell so that no sound can come out of his mouth, no matter how much he yells through the fabric.

his eyes widen as he watches bokuto stalk towards your surprisingly upright body. he struggles even further but the bonds only squeeze around his body more.

he’s hoping that you’ll snap out of the trance the god put you under, but it seems like there’s no way of snapping you out of it.

“your body feels hot, doesn't it? it’s calling for me, my love, let me help you. only i can relieve the heat,” bokuto purrs, large hand cupping your cheek. you softly moan at his touch, nuzzling your cheek into his palm.

he wraps his thick arm around your waist and you sink into him. you lay your palms flat on his warm chest, fingers curling against his hot skin.

“p-please, bokuto. my body f-feels so hot! touch me,” you beg, rubbing your aching body against his. he smirks and not wasting any more precious time, his lips meet yours. you moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.

his lips are so soft, greatly contrasting the hard lines and planes of his body. you whimper as he licks your bottom lip, tongue slipping between your joined mouths and massaging your own.

you’ve never kissed any man like this before, not even your husband.

said husband watches in pain as you kiss the bastard god wantonly, whimpers and moans coming out of your throat. his chest fills with disgust as he’s forced to listen to the lewd clicking sounds of lips connecting. his teary eyes widen as you hike up your skirt-covered leg on bokuto’s hip.

bokuto groans as he feels the heat of your pussy directly on his throbbing cock. he knows what you’re silently asking for, his roaming hands going down to grab the back of your thighs and swiftly lifting you in his arms.

you moan loudly into his mouth at the new position. you’re now eye-to-eye with him which makes kissing him easier. so close yet so far. there’s too much fabric between your bodies for you to feel any sort of relief.

like he read your mind, bokuto begins pawing away at your clothes, eager to remove the pesky fabric that’s separating your soft and supple body from him.

you’re too busy drowning in the taste of his lips to question how exactly he is tearing at your clothes while simultaneously squeezing your ass.

another one of his little tricks, bokuto conjures phantom hands—hands that are shaped eerily similar to his—to do the work of removing your clothes.

the worn fabric tears at the seams and soon your heated body is exposed to him. you moan as your dripping cunt leaves a damp spot on the crotch of his pants while he rolls your hips on his covered dick.

“i need you, please,” you whimper, pulling away from his lips to get some air. your breaths mingle as you lay your forehead on his.

“i’m here, my love,” bokuto coos, pecking your lips a few times. you feel your hard nipples rub against his chest and your inner thighs are coated with your slick, unused to the wetness and throbbing ache in your lower abdomen.

meanwhile, your dejected husband watches you, eyes wide as he stares at your naked body for the first time. bokuto feels his eyes on you and swiftly turns his head to your husband.

he growls threateningly, the sound reverberating through his solid chest, causing more slick to flow from your pussy and a soft mewl from your lips. he sounds so primal, so possessive.

“don’t fucking look at her like that, bastard. be grateful i’m even allowing your scumbag eyes to see her bare body,” bokuto snarls, squeezing your body closer to his heated torso.

your frantic husband looks to you, hoping that you’ve come to your senses, but to his horror, he finds you glaring at him.

your narrowed eyes quickly flutter as you feel bokuto’s warm lips suck and kiss the sensitive skin of your neck, clearly tormenting your husband while he walks to the bed that’s in the middle of the room. before he can set your naked and aching body down, he stops short and scrutinizes the state of it.

“your husband was planning to desecrate your divine body on this rickety bed? well that just won’t do,” he says as he shakes his head, making you giggle and nuzzle your head at the crook of his neck.

he chuckles and whispers a few words under his breath, transforming the once shoddy bed into a four-poster bed, complete with a tulle canopy the same shade as his magic dust.

you gasp at the extravagance, eyes wide as you realize that not only did he change the bed, but also the size and interior of the room. his eyes crinkle at the sides, happy that you’re amazed by something that he did for you.

“only the best for you, my love,” he whispers, looking smugly at your disheveled husband. bokuto gently sets you down on the plush bed, pushing you flat on your back. his golden eyes dilate as he studies your body, memorizing every dip and curve.

“you’re so beautiful. you have the body and face of a goddess,” he says in awe, large hands spreading your legs. your face warms at the wet sounds it makes at the separation.

“perfect pussy too,” bokuto groans, spreading your legs even further to fit his large body between them. you gulp at the large bulge between his legs, his cock tenting the fabric. he sees where your eyes are and he slightly shakes his head. not yet.

he places his hands on either side of you, large body looming over yours as he kisses you once more. he can’t help but give an experimental roll of his hips, causing the both of you to moan at the stimulation.

as if on instinct, you grind your wet cunt on his clothed cock and you throw your head back, moaning loudly at the jolt of heat it sends straight into you.

bokuto takes this opportunity to shift your bodies until your husband has the perfect view of the both of you. he catches the eye of the shaking man, as if to say watch and learn.

bokuto focuses on you once more, eyes zeroing in on your slightly bouncing tits as your chest rises and falls. he can’t help but palm both of them, moaning at the softness and warmth of it.

you cry out at the heat of his hands. he relishes the sweet sound you made, fingers teasing your nipples and rubbing them between his thumb and index fingers.

“that feels so good, bokuto—fuck!” you mewl, teeth biting your bottom lip as you squeeze both of his wrists. you feel wetness trickle out of your pussy the more his skilled fingers play with your nipples.

“look at your breasts, they’re so lovely,” he groans, one hand stopping its ministrations on your nipple as his mouth replaces it and sucks the hardened tip with a lewd slurp. you whine and buck your hips at the swift movements of his tongue.

“can’t wait for them to be filled with milk for our child,” he says as he pulls away. you whimper at the loss of his mouth but he quickly returns to swirl his tongue around the tip. you yelp and your hand goes to tug his hair when he bites and pinches your nipples at the same time.

“b-bokuto please, i-i need more!” you whine, body on fire while your pussy gushes and clenches around nothing.

your husband winces when he hears your whine, his pride and ego shattering—what’s left of it anyway—the moment you beg another man to pleasure you.

meanwhile, bokuto’s own pride and ego rises as he watches your pleading eyes and shaking body beg for him. his throbbing cock twitches in his pants, ready to stretch your virgin pussy wide open.

no matter how much he wants to fold your body in half and pound you into oblivion, he knows you’re not yet ready to take his fat cock. besides, he’s been dying to taste your pussy the moment he saw you in his forest.

“soon, my love. your virgin cunt isn’t ready to take my cock yet,” he says with a devilish smile, head rising from your breasts as he kisses a path down your sensitive body.

he finds himself kneeling on the floor while he drags your body down the silky sheets to the edge of the bed. he places his large hands on the back of your thighs and spreads your legs, baring your aching pussy to the two lone occupants of the room.

your husband chokes on his gag when he sees a trail of slick fall from your pussy down to the curve of your ass. bokuto sees it too and he wastes no time in ducking his head and licking the trail, tongue slurping as he licks your slit.

you cry out at the stimulation, hands flying to his silver-black hair and tugging at the strands. nothing has touched your pussy before—aside from your experimenting fingers.

but his tongue. it makes pleasure spread through your body like wildfire and you can’t help but push his head further between your legs.

he groans into your pussy, your scent invading his senses. his tongue quickly finds your clit and sucks it into the damp heat of his mouth. your eyes close as your back arches, squealing at the onslaught of pleasure coursing through you.

“your pussy tastes so sweet, love. as sweet as the strawberry you ate,” he says in your mind, too busy slurping and sucking away at your sopping cunt and swollen clit to lift his head.

the sounds coming from down there are so obscene that your face heats in embarrassment and you move your arm to cover your lewd expression. you aren’t able to, however, because his smoky phantom hands reappear and hold your hands down on his hair.

“don’t cover your beautiful face, my love. let him see how good i’m making you feel,” bokuto orders you, hands squeezing your thighs. your eyes immediately open and land on your crying and shaking husband.

whatever love you felt for the poor man is gone and replaced by the pleasure and passion bokuto is giving you.

your dilated eyes are unseeing as you maintain eye contact with him, mouth falling open as you shake off the phantom hands holding yours. you place your arms on the silky sheets, bunching them between your fingers.

you moan loudly and throw your head back as you roll your hips, riding bokuto’s face with reckless abandon. bokuto moans into your pussy, his lips and tongue licking and sucking your puffy clit.

“bokuto, fuck!” you let out a high-pitched scream when his teeth gently nips at the bud. he chuckles and continues to bite it more. your legs start trembling and the knot in your lower abdomen is so tight that it can snap at any moment.

“i know you’re close, my love. let go, that’s it. cum for me,” he coos, willing your eyes to meet his glowing golden ones. once your eyes connect, the tight knot in your stomach snaps and you gush all over his waiting mouth.

you scream and blabber incoherently as your entire body shakes, toes curling from the intense orgasm—the first orgasm of your life. bokuto groans as he swallows all your juices, licking everything that’s leaking out of your cunt.

your throat strains at the soft moans coming out of your mouth. your clit is throbbing from the pleasure and it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good that tears form at the corner of your eyes.

your husband is tearing up too, but certainly not from pleasure as he watches another man make you cum. bokuto feels his pain and torment and he never felt so godly.

he’s then reminded of his neglected cock and he hisses at the pain and heaviness. he rises from his kneeling position and stands in front of your sweaty form, ripping his pants off his body.

you’re still recovering from your orgasm but once you see his cock, your breathing practically stops and your pussy clenches. you’ve seen one in books before, albeit poorly drawn and certainly not as realistic as the one you’re seeing now.

however, even if the one you saw was drawn with artist hands, it still wouldn’t have prepared you at all.

bokuto’s long and thick cock twitches against his abdomen. your mouth is agape as your eyes follow the white pearl fall from the glistening tip, running down on the single vein on his shaft. you shiver, worrying if he’s even going to fit inside your cunt.

that isn’t all. you didn’t know it was possible, but the tip is adorned with a golden ring. it shines in the dim light of the room and you gulp in nervousness, intimidated at the jewelry.

bokuto holds the base of his cock and slowly strokes his shaft, groaning as his sharp eyes watch your reaction. his plump lips part, pants coming out of his mouth as his hand makes that schlick schlick sound.

“not now, my love—shit—the first time i’m going to fuck your pussy is with my bare cock,” he says out loud, and you sigh at his voice. he sounds wonderful in your head, but nothing beats hearing his deep voice ring in your ears.

he chuckles, then groans as his cock twitches, the veins in his neck straining. he waves his free hand over his dick, golden dust swirling around the accessory until it disappears.

you’re about to sigh in disappointment until you squeal at the chime of bells. you thought he made the ring vanish but as it turns out, he just changed it into a chain with clamps.

clamps that are now attached to and pinching your nipples.

not only that, but there’s a third chain leading down your stomach and you discover that it’s a replica of the spiral pendant in his necklace. the pendant rests above your pubic bone, swaying slightly.

by this point, your husband has stopped struggling and thrashing. the broken shell of a man stares dejectedly at you, eyes drooping.

he’s tried numerous times to close his eyes as a small reprieve to not see what’s happening, but whatever spell bokuto chanted, he can’t close them. instead, everything is burned in his memory.

meanwhile, bokuto’s head is thrown back, eyes shut as his hand strokes his cock at a rapid speed. his white essence spills all over his moving hand, hissing at the stimulation he’s experiencing.

you’ve heard the village girls giggle about it before, talking about pleasuring a man’s cock using their mouth, and you decide that you want to do it to bokuto as well—even though you’ve never done the lewd act before.

bokuto’s knees hit the bed as he kneels on the mattress. grunts leave his gritted teeth, watching his pre-cum stain the bedding. you catch him by surprise when you get on all fours, the tiny bells on your nipples jingling as you position yourself.

you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, your flushed and sweaty cheeks stretching as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out in invitation.

use my mouth, bokuto, your eyes say. he lets out a sound akin to a whine before he removes his sticky hand and tugs on your strands, bringing your head in front of his dick.

he wastes no time in plunging his aching cock into your waiting mouth, hitting the back of your throat. you gag and choke around his dick, saliva seeping from the sides of your lips but you don’t want him to stop.

he makes a sound and you can tell that he’s about to pull away, but you make eye contact and moan around his cock, tongue licking the underside of his shaft.

keep going, i can take it, you say in your mind, hoping he can hear it. he does, because he smiles at you and continues thrusting in and out of your mouth. he doesn’t break eye contact, too entranced with the way your mouth has no problem taking all of his length.

he’s close to cumming, feeling that familiar tug in his abdomen and tightness in his balls. a mixture of groans and hisses fall from his lips, his hands tugging at your hair as his hips thrust erratically.

you whimper both in pain and pleasure. tears falling from your eyes and mixing with the saliva on his thrusting cock. your cunt gushes with how sloppy and messy cock-sucking is.

your body shakes with his thrusts, making the clamps tug on your nipples. you moan, the vibrations from your mouth sending bokuto into completion, spilling his hot cum down your throat. he moans your name loudly, throwing his head back.

he quickly pulls his cock out of your mouth and releases his cum on your face. he holds your shoulders and pushes you on your back, spraying the rest all over the front of your body. you moan at the lewdness of it all, eyes squeezing shut and legs trembling at the heat of his essence.

you moan at the sticky and thick feeling of his cum, shaking hands spreading it on your stomach and aching tits like it’s pomade, staining the pendant and clamps.

you become even more aroused as his essence fills your senses. you’re moaning and whimpering the whole time, so pleasured by being stained with his cum.

he’s studying you intently, hand stroking his still hard cock. you look at him with half-lidded eyes as you drag a trail of his cum from your stomach down to your pussy to play with yourself.

“that’s right, my love. smear my cum on your cunt,” he encourages you, head turning to your husband. his eyes sparkle with delight when he sees how pale and weak he looks.

“show it to your husband, let him see whose cum is making you mad with desire,” he mocks him further, eyes thinning into slits.

bokuto stands to his full height and he reaches down to lift you in his arms, switching your bodies until he’s the one sitting on the edge of the bed.

he maneuvers your sweaty and sticky body, the chains and bells rattling as he positions your back to his front. your ass rests on his lap and the heat of his dick is scorching against the curve of your ass.

his hands—along with the smoky ones—caress and knead your cum-stained skin, and he swears he could study your body for hours, waiting until he sinks himself in between the softness of your thighs—but not right now.

his real, golden-skinned fingers find the back of your thighs and he folds them to your chest, then spreads them wide.

you yelp, hands finding purchase on the sheets as you become slightly unbalanced, bells tinkling and pendant swaying.

“it’s a good thing you stayed a virgin, my love. wouldn’t want your pretty pussy to be soiled by some measly human cock,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, looking straight at your husband and smirking. you moan in agreement, head resting on his shoulder.

“least of all that fool right there who thinks he can take what’s mine,” bokuto growls, biting your earlobe and making you whimper in pleasure.

you mewl as the phantom hands play with your pussy, separating the folds of your lower lips and showing your husband just how pink you are inside, silently telling him that he’ll never get any piece of you.

bokuto drops your legs to the floor as the invisible hands move to your clamps, playing with the clasps and making you squeal and arch your back against his leaking cock.

he leans back, hands on either side of him as the smoky ones take hold of your hips and carry you over to his dick, making you hover over it.

a stool materializes out of thin air and you put your shaking hands on it for leverage as you look ahead, nervous to see how bokuto’s cock will split your pussy.

the phantom hands softly move your hips, grinding your clit on the tip of bokuto’s dick—making the both of you sigh in pleasure.

it then positions your dripping hole over the head and slowly, slowly drags you down his shaft until you’re sitting on his lap with his fat cock inside of you. you slightly whimper in pain and scratch the stool because of the stretch.

“shhh, it’s okay, my love. you can take it, your pussy is made for me, remember?” bokuto reminds you softly, voice straining as he stops himself from thrusting up into your pulsing cunt.

you pant heavily as his large hand massages your ass. you turn back to him and softly nod your head. the phantom hands quickly return to your hips, lifting you up until you’re hovering over his dick once more.

the hands disappear, letting gravity do its job and you fall directly onto his cock, making bokuto bottom out before you could even blink.

bokuto groans out expletives as he clenches his fists on the sheets while you scream and keen at the sudden thrust of his cock inside of you.

this time, it’s bokuto’s real hands that find purchase on your hips and like a rope that snaps when it’s been coiled for so long, he loses half of his control and starts bouncing you on his cock.

“your pussy’s worth waiting decades for. so hot, so tight around me—fuck,” he whines, the sound of your moans and whimpers—along with the slapping of skin—is music to his ears.

“f–faster bokuto, please!” you beg, face contorting into pleasure as his thick cock stretches and fills your clenching pussy.

your eyes roll into the back of your head when he bounces you faster on his cock, your shame long gone as you let moans and whines freely fall from your lips.

“no one can fuck you better than me, my love. always remember that,” he growls, hands squeezing your hips so hard that it will definitely leave bruises.

bokuto stands from the bed, never stopping his deep thrusts. you yelp as your feet hit the floor. you balance yourself on the stool, legs trembling as he pushes your back down to form an arch.

“you want a baby, right?” he asks rhetorically, voice deepening as he thrusts faster and harder. your high-pitched moans and ringing bells form their own tune as his hips increase in speed and strength.

“well, let me give you one, my love. let me fill you with my seed,” he grates, voice guttural as his muscles tighten, signalling his approaching orgasm.

you would reply, but at this point all you can scream out is his name and unintelligible words. the phantom hands make their appearance once more, pinching the clamps on your nipples.

“bokuto!” you arch your back as you scream his name. coupled with his sloppy and practically inhuman thrusts, you cum long and hard around his throbbing cock. you don’t see it yet but the spiral pendant that’s hanging from the chain starts to glow brightly, illuminating your body.

bokuto follows suit, growling like an animal with his head thrown back as he pulls your shaking body on his cock, thrusting so hard and deep that his cock teases the entrance of your cervix.

you whimper when you duck your head and see your cum-stained stomach pooch with how much hot cum he’s spilling inside of you.

so much that you see the mixed juices escape your battered pussy. you watch in amazement as it leaves a white trail on the inside of your legs. some directly drips from your hole, staining the floor even more.

“s-so m-much c-cum,” you stutter, legs just about ready to give out but his shaking arms catch your form. you squeal as he lets the both of you fall back onto the bed, making your connected and sweaty bodies bounce on the soft sheets.

“well, i am a fertility god,” he chuckles weakly, chest rising and falling rapidly as he chases his breaths.

it’s the best orgasm of his life and that’s saying something because he’s had plenty—owing to the pretty long life he has lived on this earth.

meanwhile, your husband’s head is hung low. he lost consciousness a while ago because his poor heart couldn’t withstand the suffering and agony of watching you get brainwashed and fucked silly by a deranged god.

“you’re never leaving me,” bokuto says in your mind after a few minutes of rubbing your inflated lower abdomen that’s sticky with his dried cum. the action causes more cum to trickle out of your pussy and around his cock, dripping down to his balls and then the sheets.

his words are laced with subtle paranoia—he’d do anything for you to stay by his side, not caring who or what has to disappear for that to happen.

you whine softly when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, your eyes threatening to close as the exhaustion finally catches up to you.

your half-opened eyes see his golden dust fly around the room and before you succumb to sleep on top of him, you ask yourself one thing.

why would you ever want to leave him?

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How the Haikyuu boys would get their s/o out of their zoom meetings (for example, pretending that they are getting kidnapped and getting dragged off screen) My sister did this before and my teacher was cracking up. THANK YOU BEST FRIEND :)

YES! I love this! Imagine if they took you on a sweet little date afterwards and you both just mess around all day!!! o(≧∇≦o) and thank you so much for supporting me!!!!!

Also I want to apologize for not writing anything, there's been a lot going on and I've just had no will to do anything ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Includes Daichi Sawamura, Koushi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yū Nishinoya, Tetsurou Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Koutaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, and Satori Tendou

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Getting You Out Of Zoom Class

Daichi Sawamura

Daichi may end up being a cop and he may seem like a stickler for the rules, but........

He is super smart

And I definitely wouldn't put it past him to break some rules here and there

Daichi knows you hate the particular class that you're sitting through right now

The teacher was an ass and the class was just not your forte

Daichi was sitting just out of shot and you angrily scribbled down notes. You knew you could lie and make excuses for why you didn't do the work but, your conscious just wouldn't allow you.

Every once in awhile Daichi would reach out a soothing hand under the table and rub his thumb a couple times over your knee to sooth you.

At one point Daichi got up and just stood there for a second.

He intook a large breath before picking you up out of the chair and swinging you over his shoulder.

Hus face appeared in your camera and he just smiled wide and said, "Sorry, they've got something more important to do."

With that he left, not even bothering to turn off anything before he walked out to the kitchen with you and started making a lunch for you two.

Koushi Sugawara

We all love our chaotic Sugamama

Suga though isn't exactly theatrical person

What he would do would be simple and easy but very effective

Koushi was in your kitchen making a cute little brunch for the two of you. He had set everything up in your living room.

Nice, comfy nest on the floor, open windows, a short table to set everything on.

You had been particularly stressed since you had had to start online classes. A lot of people could learn this way, but, you just couldn't

You were busy working and didn't notice when your feed cut out and froze then turned off.

He had asked Yamaguchi what he could do since Yamaguchi was surprisingly good with electronics.

He had gotten into your account and was messing with it. Somehow, since a computer and and his laptop were trying to use it at the same time it genuinely messed it up but that was a worry for later.

"Awww c'mon!" You said before you screamed in surprise.

Koushi had popped up from under your desk,"I think you need a break."

Asahi Azumane

Asahi is a super nervous guy, we been knew

But when he saw just how stressed his little baby was over your online classes

You were sitting in your living room on the floor, all your stuff spread out. You looked like you were spread so thin as you tried to keep up.

Suddenly your front door slammed open and big guy in a mask came in and snatched you up and took you outside after shutting your door.

You were of course until you got outside then you both started laughing.

Asahi had gone over this with you many many many times es just to make sure you were okay with it.

Aftwards he also kept worrying over you on whether he hurt you or not.

Nishinoya Yū

You know this boy would go all out for this

As loud and wild as he can make it

Yū had decided to be as obnoxious as possible. It was simple, yet highly effective.

Not only did you have to turn off your mic but your teacher asked you to turn off your camera as well.

Yū wasn't just a auditory nuisance but a visual one as well.

As long as he could be seen or heard he would either be being a pest or too funny for anyone to concentrate.

After your teacher had asked you to cut off your sound and camera you both obviously left.

Yū wanted to go and eat your entire fridge while you watch horror movies.

Tetsurou Kuroo

You know this man would bring in straight facts

He would cut down any of your teacher/professors excuses as to why you had to stay

"Too much time on a computer, phone or TV screen can cause serious retinal damage. If they can't see then they can't do the work you want them too. Life would be so much harder for them if they lost their sight."

With that he hurriedly turned off your computer and rushed you out of there so you guys could hang out and watch probably an animal science documentary.

Kenma Kozume

You know this boy is tech proficient

He would have your computer so screwed

Why even try

You go to get into your class but the potato filter is on and you can't fix it.

Your teacher is angry at you bc 'you're young and apart of the generation that grew up with this technology so figure it out and blah blah blah.

You're struggling so with the sound, you sound like you had just sucked on a can of helium.

Then the loud celebratory noise emitting from your computer and an all too familiar voice came over and said, " Not today, pudding." Then your entire computer "crashed".

Kenma entered the room very queitly as you sat there.

"It's not broken. But if you don’t play video games with me I won't fix it."

Toru Oikawa

This twink ass drama queen

I pity whoever dates this man if you have to take zoom classes

You know he would be super dramatic about it

You're sitting at your chair and are dutifully taking notes when your bedroom door is flung open.

There stands Toru.

His hands are on his hips and he's pulling his little pouty face.

"Now, little cutie. You have been ignoring me for weeks."

You look at him as if he had lost his mind. You just talked to him this morning.

"If I didn't know ow any better I'd say you had the hots for someone in that class!" He was slowly raising his voice.

"I thought we were happy?! I love you and I wanted to marry you."

Disconnected

After he had unplugged you're entire computer he giggled and kissed you, "Sorry little cutie, I just hate to see you so stressed from those stupid classes."

Hajime Iwaizumi

He gets enough drama from Shittykawa

So he's not going to create any of his own if he can help it

But he did think that video of someone "kidnapping" their friend was pretty funny

You were in the kitchen with a glass of water when Hajime very quietly came in. You had just baby heard your front door close.

He held his finger up to his mouth and pulled a bandana up over his mouth.

He skillfully it over him since this wouldn't be the first time you had had distractions from your friends during class.

You were curious about what he was doing.

Then all of a sudden you were grabbed from the side, the stool falling over as Hajime shut your laptop.

He carried you outside where Shittykawa, Mattsun, and Maki were waiting.

"No more classes for today."

"Yeah you get to have just so much fun with us," Maki said sarcastically.

Koutaro Bokuto

This man

This MAN

I love him to death but not only would he get the entire team in on it but he would screw it up somehow

You were on your bed with your laptop on a blanket in front of you as you listen to your teacher drone on and on and on.

Then you shrieked when your bedroom door was thrown open and three fairly big guys came rushing in.

Naturally you screamed in fear.

Koutaro was the one carrying you as the Konoha turned off your laptop and Akaashi stood there. He was so not with this.

The thing is, Koutaro didn't tell you on purpose so your reaction would be genuine enough to fool your class.

He got you so upset that Akaashi, Konoha, Anohori, Komi, Onaga, Sarukui, and even Washio were chastising him for it.

They weren't having his dumb shit today, no sir.

He made it up to you though, so did the rest of the team.

Keiji Akaashi

After dealing with Bokuto for what felt like a lifetime

He wanted to keep things simple and easy

Akaashi had just walked into your room while you were sitting at your desk.

He had pushed your chair out of the way and simple turned everything off. Saving any documents you may or may not have had open first of course.

Then he took your hand and he took you to a nice and quiet Cafe where you guys spent the rest of the day.

Satori Tendo

Itcha miracle boi

You know that when he starts to make you leave ethe teacher say soemthing he will fight them ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ

He's ready to dish it out

Straight up insults them

You were sitting in bed with your laptop while Satpri was sprawled across your lap.

He hadn't disturbed doubt thus far. He was actually being very well behaved.

Thankfully with how you and your laptop set up, no one saw him chillin' like a villain in your lap.

That is until he groaned and started to whine about how boring it was.

Your teacher addresses you and scolds you for having Satoir there.

"Why, it's not like I'm distracting you. You're not doing anything anyways. Let's leave, my Paradise."

After that Satori had a long argument with your teacher, your teacher very clearly losing. More than half your class was losing it at this point.

"Look, you abarrent brat,'" thats when you got mad.

"Excuse me? What did you just call him??!!" You slammed your laptop shut after that.

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