#Sendai cheat

[eyecandyhoney]

Pruk Panich From Chiang Rai, Thailand

[viisoul]

★﹒HIS LOSS!

don’t be sad, y/n. it’s his loss.

cw : dom!toji — sub!reader — public sex — choking — recording — finger sucking — unprotected — use of the word ‘mama(s)’ — mirror sex (bent over a sink) — dry humping — dacryphilia — slightttt cunnilingus

a/n - haven’t even watched the new season of jjk yet… anywho enjoy!

a soft sigh escaped y/n's lips as she sunk into the seat of the low-end coffee shop on a rather quiet street of sendai city, the sky cloudy and a dull color of grey. she held the hot coffee cup in her hands, the heat not bothering her in the slightest. she brought it to her lips, sipping it with a saddened expression on her face.

the man sitting across from her had noticed how upset she was, yet had no idea why. she was usually such a vibrant person, outgoing and confident, and seeing her so down like that made even him feel upset.

the sound of the soft jazz and gentle clinks of dishes in the kitchen had quietly resonated throughout the cafe, giving it a calming aesthetic along with the aromatic scent of coffee and other pastries. however, hearing not even a word from her, not seeing one smile yet—, it was odd. she'd usually brighten up any room she walked into with a mere 'hi' or just her pretty lips curling into a smile.

toji placed his elbow on the table, leaning in so his cheek could rest in his palm.

"what's your problem?" he questioned, voice muffled from the sandwich he chewed on.

"nothing." y/n replied, placing the cup back down as she straightened her posture. she forced a smile, one quite obviously fake from the way her eyes were turned and her lips were curled. "see?"

"don't give me that. there's obviously somethin' wrong with ya. y'know, you can tell me anything. you've been tellin' me everything since forever now. haven't told a soul."

toji's words were true. he was always the one she came to when she wanted to tell him something, and vice versa. she was the first one he found himself running to when he found out he was having his son—, megumi, after all. he'd always rant and stress to her, and she'd listen and do so much more for him. listening to her problems was the least he could do.

she huffed. "well, y'know my boyfriend, right?"

"right...?" he lifted his head.

"um, well, he cheated on me." she let out a breathy giggle, attempting to hide her pain. "t-the girl he cheated on me with sent me a video of them... y'know. shes a girl he's always known and i kinda figured she had a thing for him, but i didn't expect him to do something like that with her. i knew she didn't like me since we met, but i didn't know she hated me."

toji clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "you serious?"

"yeah..."

he watched as she held her head down, lips beginning to quiver. she was trying to hold back her tears, but it hurt. her heart hurt. it wasn't fair—, after all she'd done for him and this was her repayment? she couldn't help but allow the tears to fall, quietly sniffling. she felt like a loser, crying in front of toji like that.

"look at me." he spoke.

y/n slowly lifted her head, eyes puffy and tears dripping from her cheeks. he extended his arms, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe under her eyes.

"don't cry over that asshole. he wasn't shit, anyway. i hated him. that girl probably wasn't even enjoying his dick."

she smiled softly, wrapping her soft hand around his wrist.

"thank you, toji. i-i know i don't say it much, but i appreciate you a lot."

"don't worry 'bout it. just tryna make you feel better. t's the least i can do."

she nodded.

"and hey, if ya want, we can show 'em what he's missin'."

"w-what're you getting at?”

"it's jus' a thought." he used his free hand to grasp hers that held his wrist, kissing her palm before running his tongue across it.

"toji... t-that's wrong."

"ain't nuthin wrong with gettin' back at the people who did somethin' to ya first." he shrugged.

"what if it ruins our relationship?"

"it won't."

"it's gonna be awkward."

"t's only awkward if you make it awkward."

"w-well..." she trailed off, eyes looking anywhere but at him.

"if ya don't wanna do it, m'not forcing you. it was just a suggestion, but there's a whole lotta other ways to make you feel better."

"...i'll do it."

"mmh?" he hummed. "you sure?"

"i-it's wrong, yeah, but... i'm pissed at him. i... i hate him. and i trust you, toji."

"then, meet me in the bathroom, yeah?" he began to slide out of the booth, feeling his pockets. "send me his number while you're at it for me."

she raised a brow in suspicion, but chose not to question it. he then sauntered off to the restroom, leaving her there for a bit. she chose to make a bit of time pass by scrolling through her phone, unfollowing her now ex boyfriend on any other social media platforms. she noticed that she received a bit of messages questioning her about the full story, some she ignored and some she chose to respond to.

when y/n finally opted to send toji her ex's number, that's when she got up and left to the restroom along with him. she was nervous, heart thumping against her chest with every rhythmic beat. she was about to have sex with her best friend in a public bathroom just to get back at her ex.

though, it didn't sound too bad...

toji was hot. she'd always thought that about him. he had a nice voice, sexy body, and seemed to be quite experienced at this type of thing. though, she'd never looked at him in that way or even seen herself doing something like this. if someone were to tell herself from five years ago that she was about to let toji ruin her in a public bathroom, she'd probably laugh it off as if it were a joke.

if only she knew, right?

y/n pushed the door open, seeing toji leaning against the wall while on his phone. a small grin grew on his face upon seeing her. she'd suddenly looked ten times as sexier than she usually did, her shy demeanor only turning him on more. though, he couldn't get too ahead of himself.

"ya sure ya wanna do this?"

"yes, toji. i'm not like you, y'know."

"what's that s'pose to mean?"

"i don't change my mind every five minutes."

"whatever. lock the door, unless you wanna get caught."

she turned around, closing the door to lock it so it'd be shown as 'occupied' on the other side. she then took a nervous step forward, holding her hands behind her back.

"so—..."

he walked up to her, placing his hands on her waist firmly. he took a look around the bathroom before guiding her to the sink, pushing her back against it. it was obvious that she was nervous, staring away from him and her muscles being stiffened.

"hey, calm down. m'not gonna hurt ya." he spoke, moving his hands down until he could feel the soft fat of her ass, grabbing and slapping at it. "gonna take real good care of ya."

she slowly nodded her head.

"can i touch you here?" his large hand snuck in between her thighs, inching up toward her underwear.

"mhm."

she sighed shakily when she felt his fingers rub against her clothed cunt, legs unconsciously squeezing together.

"s-sorry!" she apologized. "can i... touch you, too?"

"'course you can."

with one hand, she unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, revealing his light blue boxers decorated with multiple ducks. she attempted to stifle her laughter, but she couldn't help herself.

"seriously, toji?"

"oh, i'm sorry, i wasn't expecting to have sex with my best friend in a public bathroom 'cause her boyfriend decided to cheat on her." he rolled his eyes playfully.

yet, she couldn't stop laughing, being hushed when toji pressed his lips against hers. he could still feel her smile against his lips, but hers were soft so he hadn't paid any mind to it. soft, and had the taste of coffee lingering.

that'd seemed to lighten the mood, and she had gotten more comfortable with touching him. so, when he pulled away, her hands trailed from his large, toned chest, to the bulge in his duck decorated boxers. she rubbed him good, her hands so soft against his cock that was covered by a mere piece of fabric.

not to mention the gentle whines that would slip from her mouth every time he rubbed on her clit, her wetness seeping through the panties she had on.

"ah—, faster, toji..." she whimpered, and he could feel butterflies in his stomach at the way her voice sounded when she said his name.

he, of course, abided by her wishes and circled his fingers at a quicker pace. she asked nicely, after all—, and she sounded damn pretty asking.

"so wet... feel ya drippin' through yer panties."

she threw her head back, her hands stuttering against toji's erection before stopping. he slipped his fingers into her underwear to get a better feel, her juices oozing onto them almost immediately.

"soakin' for your best friend, huh? wan' me to bend you over this sink and fuck you dumb?"

"y-yeah…”

"that's right. you'll forget about 'im in no time." he pulled his hand away, licking his fingers before turning y/n around. he thrusted his clothed erection against her panties once before letting out a hefty grunt. "look at yourself in the mirror, mamas. want ya to see how good you look getting fucked from behind."

she lifted her head, staring at herself in the mirror before looking up and toji. he placed a hand on her waist, retracting his hips and giving a rough propulsion, her body jerking forward from the action. he could feel her getting his boxers wet, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it when he had her in such a vulnerable state like this.

his bulge felt so good against her sensitive cunt, forcing her to let out breathy whimpers, attempting to be as quiet as possible. though, she couldn't exactly be quiet when he felt so good pushing against her like that.

she felt as his large hand slapped against her ass, a mewl slipping past her lips. he rubbed the stinging pain away, grinning to himself at her reaction.

"so fuckin' wet, baby. feel it through my boxers."

"y-your duck boxers?" she giggled, but it'd only been replaced by a whine when he pushed up against her harshly.

"m'gonna take 'em off since ya keep talkin' shit about 'em." he huffed, pulling his hips away.

toji flipped her skirt, pulling her panties down so they fell to her ankles. he watched as she throbbed for him, juices flowing from that little hole of hers. she could hear him curse under his breath, his fingers reaching to spread her out.

he then pulled his boxers down enough just so he could pull his cock out, erected and leaking precum.

"y'ready?"

"mhm..."

"m'gonna help ya show that guy what he's missin'." he reached for his phone, running his tongue across the scar on the side of his lip.

he switched to the camera app, grabbing ahold of his dick with his free hand before aligning it with her pulsing hole. toji slowly pushed himself in, a drawled out whine coming from y/n's throat.

he began to record, watching through the camera. he then eased himself completely in, y/n tensing up.

"t-toji—, t's so big…!” she whimpered. he was so big inside of her, stretching her walls out so good.

"y're so tight, mamas—, shit," he grunted, being sure to sound extra pleased so the person who'd soon watch the video would hear.

he began to move, him pushing against her ass as he watched it bounce with every move. he used his free hand to wrap it around her neck, using it as a stabilizer to make proper thrusts into her pussy. his fingers had the perfect amount of pressure on her neck to make her eyes roll back and heave uneven breaths. his hand felt so good around her throat.

the sound of wet skin slapping together resonated throughout the restroom with each connecting thrust.

"bet i fuck better than him, hm?" he let out an amused hum.

"yes... yes—! fuck!"

"that right? feels good?"

"mm... mhm! so good!"

"atta girl. taking my cock so well, baby."

and with those words, he ended the video. however, he wanted to further cherish the moment and record more, just to have whenever he was alone and horny. he'd never seen his best friend as someone he'd fuck, but here they were, and he hadn't regretted it one bit.

his hips were rough against her ass, cock so thick inside of her and she could've sworn she'd feel his tip grazing over her cervix at times. undeniably, toji was better than any boyfriend she ever had.

she pushed herself up against his pelvis, wiggling her ass when she felt him slow down.

"keep going, toji..." she drawled. "make me cum... please."

"you got it, mama." he roughly spanked her ass, rubbing off the stinging pain with his calloused hand before grinding his hips forward.

he began to rut his hips at a quick speed, the perfect pace because it'd touched every sweet spot inside of her. she was whining and begging, words slurred and incoherent. she squeezed around him so tightly, forcing toji grunt and groan. he'd honestly questioned how he managed to live without his dick inside of his best friend, because it was practically impossible to pull out of her.

"look at you... how could someone ever cheat on ya like that? pussy's so fuckin' good, baby." his husky voice uttered. he moved his hand that'd been squeezing at her neck up her chin, tapping two of his fingers against her lips. "open up, baby."

she opened her mouth, saliva connecting from the roof of her mouth to her tongue. she leaned her head forward, closing her mouth when he entered his fingers.

"let's keep it quiet, yeah?" he whispered, watching as y/n nodded her head obediently. "why don't you play with yourself a bit too, hm?"

she moved one of her hands between her legs, using her middle and ring fingers to rub on her clit and add stimulation. she was so sensitive down there, dripping and making it so easy for toji to thrust into her—, but so hard because she was tight and felt so good.

her legs were trembling as she struggled to keep herself up, and she found herself sucking on toji's fingers to distract herself from her legs going limp.

toji found this as the perfect opportunity to take some photos and extra videos to send to her ex-boyfriend, because he was having way too much fun with his best friend who’d gotten cheated on. his fat cock was stretching her out so good, hitting all the right spots and bringing her a feeling she’d never felt with any of her past boyfriends.

he was ramming into her ruthlessly, the camera shaking with each of his thrusts and giving the video poor angling, but it didn’t matter. her wavering voice let out whiny babbles on his fingers, taking in gasps of air whenever she could.

with her free hand, y/n shakily tapped his wrist. he took his fingers out of her mouth, holding her chin up and looking down at her.

“what is it?”

“gonna cum…!” she muttered. “don’t stop, toji, m’so close…”

“wasn’t plannin’ on it.”

“fuck…” she drawled, which had sounded a bit like a cry.

he raised a brow, glancing down at her face.

“no way, are you cryin’?”

“shut up…” she spoke, tears of both satisfaction and pain falling from her eyelids.

“you look so pretty crying for my fuckin’ cock like that, baby, shit…” he grunted, hips stuttering against hers.

seeing her cry had made him only want to fuck her harder, slamming his dick into her roughly and making her cry out once more.

“toji…!” she whined. “i-i’m cumming… fuck!”

he had to place his hand around her mouth to keep her from moaning so loudly. he felt her squeeze around him, and it’d felt as if she was pulling the cum right out of him. he let out a groan, one wavering and husky as he pulled out of her, allowing his cum to spurt in between her thighs.

he massaged her ass for a bit before coming down to one knee, lifting his head up and planting kisses to her cunt that’d oozed with her juices. he was recording himself, not only so her ex could see who was fucking her dumb, but how much better he was compared to him.

his lips sucked on her clit, licking her clean. a string of presumably his saliva connected from his lips to her pussy, it soon breaking when he pulled away.

“taste so good, mama.” he said, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

once he stood back up, y/n fell onto his chest. “thanks, toji…” she whispered.

“course… anything for you.”

and so, later on that day, toji kept his word and sent those videos to her now ex boyfriend.

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[iwaasfairy]

Haikyuu related question, who's your favorite in every team you could name lol

hegfytegfyygd you say that as if i haven't watched haikyuu so many times over i have them memorized by heART but ok i'll do all of the teams that,,, i'd actually want,, yk?

karasuno: hinata (ball of absolute joy, cures my suffering, also his glowup is fuckin unfair) seijoh: oikawa... HAH no okay jokes i think this goes without saying but iwaizumi fucking hajime,, nekoma: honestly? probably kenma dude i want him so bad fukurodani: konoha (i love bokkun/akaashi too but me and konoha would vibe) jozenji: terushima (fire sign men :/ are so hot and so dumb) shiratorizawa: prob semi (appearance wise yamagata but yk) kamomedai (honestly i forgot the school name but): gao itachiyama: komori

inarizaki: a- suna rintaro nohebi: daishou sendai frogs: kyoutani (this isnt cheating stfu im not cheating its a different team) adlers: hhhh kageyama (but really all of them bark bark) msby: meian (daddy. nuf said) argentina olympic team: oikawa tooru japan olympic team: miya atsumu

[sophiesophsofia]

Indroducing Irisia characters

Let's start with the main character - Violet Smith-Cupido !

This is how she looks like :

All fact abor her :

She's 13 y.o in season 1

She was born im US, although she has Pakistani origin 🇵🇰

She's bi 🏳️‍🌈🩷💜🩵 (first has a crush on Bluey, but then she fals for Cherry)

She's adopted by Pamela and Miguel and has a sister called Veronica

She suffers from PTSD becouse of the abontment by her own mother (earlier her father; her perents got divorce) and also bullying in child care home when she was younger

She also has a lil trust and huge abontment issues and additionally anger issues (even though she's usually kind and calm person ; it's all couses by her trauma and anxiety)

She doesn't like socialising, but deeply wants to have friends so badly

She is crazy about fantasy (well, if she didnt, she wouldn't get to Irisia)

So my second Irisia oc is Cherry Myan ( Well, actually jp. アケネ・ミャン [Akane Myan])

This is how she looks like (in normal version and in Irisia version :

All facts abt her :

She's 13 in season 1

She's the leader of the group the protects Irisia

She is from Japan 🇯🇵. She was born in Sendai, but was living in Japan from the age of 2 to the age of 12. Then she moved to LA with her dad and older brother

She's lesbian 🏳️‍🌈❤️🧡🤍🩷💜 (has huuuugee crush on Violet, she hadn't been sure abt for a long time)

Her mom died in the Tsunami tragedy when she was 2 y.o

She suffers from PTSD after betrayal by her friend who was also her crush (that girl will be a main villain in season 2)

Also becouse of that she has huge trust issues

She adores watching anime

She would also be a Mitski and Girl in Red fan

Bluey Dipper :

And now everything about him :

This big boy is 13 (like everyone in Irisiadecs)

He's from Canada 🇨🇦 and live in Toronto, but his family comes from Brittish Colombia

He's pan 🩷💛💙 (ex-partner : Billey, I'll tell more about them latter; preveos bf : Forest)

His step-sister's name is Amber

His parents are got divorce when he was litlle, which was (and still is) something kind of tough for him, but generesly he doesn't suffer from PTSD or anxiety like Violet and Cherry

He has ADHD though. He has some problem with hyperactivity, focusing, social skills and emocional sensitiveness, but he tries his best to make his disorder imposible for others to notice

In Irisia, he's got the power of water, ice and super-sences

So about Forest Parker :

He's 13 y.o.

He lives in USA although he's got Etiopian origins

In Irisia He has the power of the element of earth and he's super strong

He's gay 🏳️‍🌈💚🤍💙 (dates Bluey)

He's easy-going and always relaxed (just like Bluey and Bowie btw)

He gaves a "bad boy who is crush of every girl at school" vibes (same as Bowie and Bluey)

He unfortunetly has some daddy issues EDIT : No, more like lil mommy issues (he has two moms, that are overprotective over him EDIT : One of his moms is his biological one and Forest's dad was murders when Forest was like 7, that's kinda long story)

Bowie Jackson

He's also 13

He's 🇮🇱jewish-american 🇺🇲

He's trans 🏳️‍⚧️(FTM of course)

Simps for Amber

He has a power of lightnings and superspeed

His personality is similar to Forest and Bluey (in season 2 will bw also Amber tho)

And yeeah speaking of her :

She's also 13

She's has a power of fire and she's super smart

She's brittish 🇬🇧 (her family is christian ac)

Her step-brother is Bluey

Her parents also got divorce (she's been struggling with that worse than Bluey; she doesn't trust men, as her dad cheated on her mom)

She's also trans🏳️‍⚧️(but not FTM, but MTW)

At the beganing she has no feelings to Bowie, but their relationship will grow in the season 2 (yes, they will be a t4t couple)

And that's it. Maybe I'll show you main villains in some time

Anyways, thanks for reading <3

[morosefrogs]

Suna Rintarou fanfic- Chapters 1 & 2

Chapter one: Grumpy Beginnings

𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕤. Gratuitous was the only word to describe your life. Full of unfortunate circumstances; nothing was ever in your favor. However, you still managed to stay positive, no matter what your predicament may be. That was until you hit your breaking point.

"Moving,"

May seem like something you could grow accustomed to, right? Wrong. You were leaving everything behind. Your friends, your family, your life. Everything happed so fast. You were happy in your relationship of three years, then he ran off and cheated on you. Then you started having problems with your family and your financial situation, then you were moving.

You decided on a whim that you were going to move and transfer schools. You didn't feel like there was anything left for you there.

Currently, you were attending Shiratorizawa Academy. A private high school in Sendai, the capital of Miyagi Prefecture. It was extremely difficult to get into this school; most students get accepted to study at this school, only if they're hard studiers or through sport scholarships.

You played for the girls volleyball team. You were more of a martial arts kind of girl, but volleyball seemed to be the more 'glorified' sport for Shiratorizawa Academy. However, the girls VB team didn't get very much attention for the main reason that the boys team were always the center of attention.

Reason for that being mainly because of the girls gawking at the, very attractive, volleyball players.

You were middle blocker for your team, and even though you were considered short for your position, it didn't matter. Your size never stopped you from doing anything. You were incredibly fast and analytic. While also being middle blocker for your team, you were also captain.

Needless to say, you weren't too pleased with your current situation, but you tried your best to find the positives. You kept trying to convince yourself that starting a new was always healthy and it is great that you're moving out of your parents house to live with your aunt.

As you were driving by, you noticed your new school. Inarizaki High. Inarizaki High is a high school in Hyōgo Prefecture. You took note of how large the high school was.

"Woah," You audibly gasped.

You turned your focus back onto the road and continued driving.

"In 500 feet, turn left," the GPS device spoke.

"Your destination is on your right,"

Finally, you reached your aunts house. You'd always been closer to your aunt than you were your mom. Your mom was emotionally distant and your dad was never home due to work. Your older brother had moved out two years ago and left to move back to America.

You were born and raised in America, California for twelve years before you moved to Japan for your fathers job.

You parked your white Jeep Grand Cherokee, grabbed your bags, and made your decent into your aunts house. Your aunt wasn't home, she was at the hospital. Your aunt worked as a nurse so she texted you and told you that she'd placed a copy of the house key under a potted plant diagonal to her front door.

Chapter Two: Unexpected Encounters

With the weight of your bags in hand, you crouched down and found the key as your aunt had described. Unlocking the door, you stepped into the unfamiliar surroundings of your new home. It felt strange to be in a place that was so different from what you were used to. You sighed, reminding yourself that change could be a good thing.

Over the next few days, you settled into your new routine. You attended your first day of classes at Inarizaki High and introduced yourself to your new teammates on the girls' volleyball team. Everyone seemed friendly enough, but you still missed the familiarity of your old life. Despite that, you pushed forward, determined to make the best of your new circumstances.

One afternoon after practice, as you were walking home from school, you decided to take a different route to explore your new neighborhood. The sun was starting to set, casting a warm golden glow over the streets. As you turned a corner, you suddenly found yourself face-to-face with a tall figure.

"Watch out!" The person exclaimed, grabbing your arm to steady you.

Startled, you looked up to see a boy with sharp eyes and a stern expression. He had a presence that demanded attention, and you couldn't help but feel a bit taken aback.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his tone softer now.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for catching me," you replied, a little flustered.

He nodded, his gaze still intense. "Be more careful next time."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there slightly bewildered. Who was that guy? And why did he seem so grumpy?

Days turned into weeks, and you continued to navigate your new life. Volleyball practices were intense, and you found yourself working harder than ever to prove your worth to the team. Your analytical mind and quick reflexes earned you the respect of your teammates, and you gradually began to feel like you belonged.

One day, as you were leaving the gym after practice, you spotted the same boy from before sitting on a bench, scribbling in a notebook. You hesitated for a moment before approaching him.

"Hey," you said, trying to sound casual.

He glanced up, his expression unchanging. "What do you want?"

"Just wanted to say thanks again for helping me that day," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips.

He gave a curt nod. "No need to thank me. Just be more aware of your surroundings."

You chuckled, finding his bluntness oddly amusing. "Got it. By the way, I'm [Your Name]. I just transferred here."

He closed his notebook and looked at you more directly. "Suna Rintarou."

Suna Rintarou. So that was his name. The more you talked to him, the more you realized that his grumpy exterior wasn't the whole story. He was straightforward and honest, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than you would've expected.

As the weeks went on, you and Suna spent more time together. He would often join you after volleyball practice, and the two of you would walk home together. You learned that he was on the boys' volleyball team, and he had a reputation for being a strong and reliable wing spiker.

One day, as you were sitting in the park together, watching the sunset, Suna spoke up.

"You know, you're not as annoying as I thought you'd be," he said, his lips twitching into a hint of a smile.

You laughed. "Gee, thanks. I'm glad I could meet your expectations."

He chuckled softly, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. "It's just... I'm used to people being overly dramatic or fake. You're refreshingly genuine."

A warmth spread through you at his words. Maybe this unexpected encounter with Suna was a silver lining in the midst of all the changes in your life. It was as if you had found a kindred spirit in this grumpy, yet surprisingly sincere, boy.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, you realized that sometimes, even the grumpiest of beginnings could lead to something unexpectedly beautiful.

[sagelvr111]

A LITTLE FUCKED UP. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Touchdown- chocolatpen

READ THE TAGS!!

America AU 

44k words

13 chapters

complete

part 1 of Touchdown 

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Rape/Non-Con

Underage

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei, Akaashi Keiji/Futakuchi Kenji, Bokuto Koutarou/Shirofuku Yukie, Akaashi Keiji/Terushima Yuuji, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime, Terushima Yuuji, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Shirofuku Yukie, Futakuchi Kenji, Maruyama Kazuki, Shimada Makoto, Takinoue Yuusuke

School Shootings, Alternate Universe - High School, Abusive Relationships, Bullying, Cheating, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Oikawa Tooru is Regina George, Eating Disorders, Non-Linear Narrative, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Possessive Behavior, Deaths established in first chapter, American Football, Hockey, Rare Pairings, Alternate Universe - America

Bokuto Koutarou, star football player. Kuroo Tetsurou, hockey team captain. Oikawa Tooru, queen bee. And Akaashi Keiji, another normal teenager desperately clinging on to his popularity.

After a school shooting turns the sleepy town of Sendai on its head, Akaashi reflects on the months leading up to that fateful day.

[anulithots]

#fuck that i wanna what kind of conversations those two had#look me in the face and tell me they wouldn't have some wild conversations to talk about#i bet yuta heard about yuji while living in sendai and had to bring that up#'there's this kid i hear about that could outrun cars called him tiger of west middle i think'#'... that was me...'#'THAT WAS YOU?! ah that makes so much sense'

YES PLEASE I WANT YUTA AND YUJI INTERACTIONS

LIke I don't remember the line exactly, but Yuji said 'with hard work and perserverance' and Yuta said 'cheat'

You can't tell me they wouldn't have made an amazing duo dynamic as narrative foils of each oterh akfjasdklfjalksdfj

gege why. I want simple things. Simple things. Just one 'Gojo taking care of Megumi and his sister flashback'. Just Yuta and Yuji interactions. Just Nobara being mentioned and mourned more. that's all.

You get hunted down, killed and then brought back to life by one of your teacher's other students one time and who did all that as an act and is on your side and folks still want to pit you against each other.

[deadlywhiteflower1]

MusSoap by com Chen

[nicka-nell]

Pairing: Osamu x reader (main route), Atsumu x reader

Genre: Social Media-AU (SMAU)

Status: finished

Warning: fluff, angst, mention of cheating ex fiance, nsfw, 18+, minors DNI, manga spoilers

Note: Some chapters contain smut, so minors dni. All characters are grown-up since it's after the manga timeskip.

Summary

It took you long to live that perfect life you have now. You had a man who loved you, were even engaged and wanted to get married. But everything falls apart the second you catch your fiance in the act with his ex.

It's good to have a friend like Atsumu who lets you stay with him right away and even organizes you a job. A job in his brother's Onigiri shop. Barely did you know that you fell into a ride of love once you took the job.

≡ Masterlist    

Y/n squad  |  Osamu squad  | Chapters down below

Chapter 1: New beginning (message + text)

Chapter 2: No more 'we'

Chapter 3: That's the tea

Chapter 4: Good news

Chapter 5: Two simps

Chaptre 6: Just a business trip (message + text)

Chapter 7: Watch out (message + text)

Chapter 8: Akaashi our joker

Chapter 9: Cheers (message + text)

Chapter 10: Thank you sir

Chapter 11: Check time (message + text)

Chapter 12: No memory

Chapter 13: Not a date

Chapter 14: Company celebration

Chapter 15: Mixed-up

Chapter 16: Best friend

Chapter 17: Next time

Chapter 18: Planning time

Chapter 19: Taste it (text)

Chapter 20: Mistake

Chapter 21: Sendai Frogs

Chapter 22: Top secret

Chapter 23: Lover or bestie

Chapter 24: Not fair

Chapter 25: Little lady

Chapter 26: Girls' night

Chapter 27: Happy Birthday

Chapter 28: A lie

Chapter 29: Caught in 4k

Chapter 30: Kiss, kiss baby (message + text)

Chapter 31: Risky game (text)

Chapter 32: Soft sheets (text)

Chapter 33: Shitty Miya

Chapter 34: Spill the tea

Chapter 35: Hate it here

Chapter 36: Before you go

Chapter 37: Little Bo

Chapter 38: Wrap it (text)

Chapter 39: Yummy

Chapter 40: Pinky promise

Chapter 41: late night snack

Chapter 42: Kitten

Chapter 43: Go, go MSBY (message + text)

Chapter 44: Know her well

Chapter 45: Shining armor

Chapter 46: Back home

Chapter 47: Bitter-sweet (message + text)

Chapter 48: Traitor

Chapter 49: Second love bird

Chapter 50: Butter her up

Chapter 51: Last minute (text)

Chapter 52: What do you mean?

Chapter 53.1: Thinking hard

Chapter 53.2: Quit it

Chapter 54: Silly favour (message + text)

Chapter 55: It's Okay

Chapter 56.1: Little trip

Chapter 56.2: Distraction

Chapter 57: Congrats

Chapter 58: Truth or Dare (text)

Osamu's route:

Chapter 59: Melting ice (text)

Chapter 60: Leave (message + text)

Chapter 61: A snake's trap (text)

Chapter 62: Boozehound

Chapter 63: cold hands (message + text)

Chapter 64: time machine (text)

Chapter 65: memories (message + text)

Chapter 66: Waterboy

Chapter 67: Belly rubs (text)

Chapter 68: Trust

Chapter 69: Miya kids (text)

Chapter 70: Old, new employee

Chapter 71: Strawberry mochi (text + message)

Chapter 72.1: A farmer's day

Chapter 72.2: Snow white

Chapter 73.1: Precious employee

Chapter 73.2: With you (message + text)

Chapter 74: Good morning my love

Epilogue:

Chapter 75: Burn in hell

Chapter 76: Baby trap

End - Chapter 77: You're my future

Atsumu's route:

Chapter 59: So confused (text)

Chapter 60: Talk to her

Chapter 61: One and only (text)

Chapter 62: Last new beginning

Chapter 63: I feel nothing (message + text)

Chapter 64: Can't do this anymore (message + text)

Chapter 65: You and me

Chapter 66: Scream (text + message)

Chapter 67: Mi amor (text + message)

Chapter 68: Fuck buddy (text)

Chapter 69: Good morning (message + text)

Chapter 70: Something is different

Chapter 71: News (message + text)

Epilogue:

End - Chapter 72: My sexy Miya bride (message + text)

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part i

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudocest, stepcest, cheating, wombfucking, semi-public sex (in an alley), extremely light dumbification, breeding kink, spit kink, Osamu has a dick piercing

4.5k words. thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck lol

ao3 link here (aha its not too long mobile just sucks!!) part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You sighed as you tapped your fingers on the table. Your mom had decided it was high time for you to meet your new stepdad, who you had put off meeting for the past three years. You smiled as you remembered the perfectly timed appendicitis that had you missing the wedding. You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried. 

Your dad had only passed away a little under four years ago, leaving your mom to remarry only six months later. You’d opted to live with your grandmother, citing her health as a reason to live with her on her farm. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you hadn’t had to meet Osamu for three years.

Now though, with your grandmother in the hospital, your mom thought it was a great time for you to come and visit and finally meet the great Osamu.

“Osamu should be home any minute,” your mom said, smiling happily over the takoyaki she was making. “He’s bringing your favourite!”

“Yay,” you said, unenthusiastically. You glanced at the time on your phone. You were almost wishing Osamu to be here so you wouldn’t have to spend another awkward second with your mom.

You and your mom hadn’t been close to begin with, you always being a daddy’s girl from the day you were born. And after remarrying so quickly, you’d drifted even further apart. At this point, you had nothing to speak to her about.

“I’m home!” Someone called. The door slid shut behind them and you glanced around, waiting for them to appear in the kitchen. “And I brought umeboshi onigiri!”

The man who stepped into the kitchen nearly knocked you out of your seat.

He was handsome. Devastatingly, heartachingly, handsome. He was tall, with brown hair and deep grey eyes, and thick. His t-shirt was pulled taut over his broad shoulders and his thighs in his shorts were almost indecent. 

The next thing you noticed was that he was young. Probably only a handful of years older than your twenty-one, definitely closer to your age than your mom’s.

God, why had you put this meeting off? Had you known your mom was married to an actual god, you would’ve actually visited.

“Hey, honey,” your mom greeted, smiling at him. Your stomach twisted as she leaned over, puckering her lips for a kiss. Osamu pecked her lips quickly and turned towards you.

“Hey, I’m Osamu,” he greeted, smiling widely at you. Your heart skipped. “I heard ya like umeboshi onigiri so I made you some.”

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally meet ya,” Osamu said. “Was starting to think ya were avoiding me!”

“More like she was avoiding me,” your mom said. “She was always a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh?” Osamu asked, looking at you. Your cheeks burned. “Well, I’d never try to replace yer dad, but if ya ever need some daddy/daughter time, I’m here for ya.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something stupid. 

“I really appreciate that,” you said. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you two are getting along already!” Your mom squealed. She carried the takoyaki to the table and smiled as she sat down. “Dinner is finally ready.”

“Itadakimasu,” you mumbled, already loading your plate up with onigiri and the other food on the table. 

“So, how is university going?” Your mom asked. 

You shrugged as you slurped up some noodles. “It’s going. Made nationals.”

“Oh? What sport do ya play? I don’t think yer mom ever mentioned,” Osamu said. You rolled your eyes. Of course she hadn’t mentioned volleyball, it wasn’t like you’d been playing since elementary school or anything.

“Volleyball,” you said. “I was on the Niiyama girls team in high school. Hoping to go pro after uni.”

“Volleyball? I played in high school! My brother, Atsumu, and I were on the Inarizaki team,” Osamu exclaimed. 

“Not Miya Atsumu, right?” You asked, excitedly. “MSBY Black Jackals Miya Atsumu?”

“The very one!” Osamu said.

“No way! They’re my favourite team! I have a signed poster in my room, it’s my prized possession!” I exclaimed. “I heard a few members are going to the Olympics this year.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she plays volleyball,” Osamu said, glancing at your mom.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” your mom said.

“We should go to a game sometimes,” Osamu said. “I can get an extra ticket to the MSBY, Adlers game later this week.”

“That sounds great!” You said, smiling widely.

Your mom ate in relative silence as you and Osamu traded stories about your volleyball times, only ever inputting something every once in a while. After dinner, Osamu found a Sendai Frogs match. 

“I’m currently in the nation’s top 3 setters,” you said, proudly. “I’m number two behind Takao Michi.”

“I’ll have to start coming to yer games,” Osamu said. “See ya in action.”

“I’d like that,” you said, honestly. 

“Why don’t ya come to work with me tomorrow? I can introduce ya to a few of my friends that are in town,” Osamu said.

“Absolutely,” you said.

“Don’t get me wrong though, I’m putting ya to work while yer there,” Osamu said. Your mom yawned.

“You all have me worn out from all this volleyball talk,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Night, mom,” you said as she stood up.

“Osamu?” She questioned, turning back to glance at him.

“Oh, we’re going to stay up a bit longer,” he said. “The Schweinden Adlers have a match after the Frogs.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Osamu waited until you heard the bedroom door click shut before speaking.

“I know this is probably too much information about yer mom but she must think I’m some sex robot,” Osamu said, huffing. “A guy can only do so much.”

You crinkled your nose. “Gross, I did not need to know that.” You tried to hold steady but laughter bubbled up through your lips. Osamu laughed loudly and you joined him, holding your gut with how hard you were laughing.

“We need- we need to be- to be quiet!” Osamu laughed. “She’s trying to- tryin’ to sleep.”

You giggled a few more times before quieting down.

“So, how old are ya?” Osamu asked, standing up. “Old enough for a beer?”

“I’m twenty-one,” you said. “Old enough for a beer.”

“We got wine coolers if ya would rather have that,” Osamu said, stepping into the kitchen.

“Please,” you said. “So, how old are you? Can’t help but notice you’re quite a bit younger than my mom.”

“Twenty-five, twenty-six in October,” he said, grabbing a beer and a wine cooler out of the fridge.

“Follow up question,” you said, “and I don’t mean any offence, I’m sure she’s great in some ways, but why my mom? I mean, surely there’s no shortage of people your age that are wanting you.”

Osamu took a long drink from his beer before answering. “Ask me after I’ve drunk a few of these.”

You pursed your lips and took a sip of your fruity drink. “Fine,” you said. “Then let’s play a game. Every time the Adlers score, I’ll ask you a question and every time the Tachibana Red Falcons score, you get to ask me a question.”

“Deal,” Osamu said.

“Oh! Score!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Another untouchable spike by Ushiwaka!”

“Shush, yer mom,” Osamu giggled. You rolled your eyes and chugged the rest of your fifth drink.

“You shush, it’s my turn,” you said, plopping down on the couch next to Osamu. “So, now tell me,” You hiccupped. “My bad. Now tell me, why my mom? Why not someone your age? Because I’m gonna- I’m gonna be honest, you’re hot and my mom is, like, she’s not, like, ugly, but, like, she’s, like, fifty.”

“I could just like cougars,” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes and popped the top on your next drink.

“Tell the, the truth, ‘Samu,” you slurred. 

“Fine, but this stays between us, as best friends,” he said.

“Bee ef efs,” you slurred.

“Yer mom helped fund my restaurant,” he said. “So, I felt bad. She’s so nice and sweet. So, I married her.”

“Now you have a step kid that’s only four years younger than you,” you said. 

“Yeah, she didn’t really mention ya before we got married,” he said. Osamu leaned in close to you. “She didn’t mention how attractive ya were either.”

Your cheeks flushed. You turned your head away from him, looking back to the television.

“Oh, Falcons scored,” you said. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

Osamu took a sip of his beer before speaking. “Why have ya been avoidin’ yer mom?”

You took a large gulp from your drink. “I haven’t been avoiding her,” you lied. Osamu blinked at you slowly. 

“Fine, fine!” You exclaimed. You sipped from your drink, then responded, “Mainly because she remarried so quickly after Dad died. And to someone only four years older than me. But we’ve never been close. She and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She was the love of my dad’s life and he was just another guy to her. Not to mention, she’s never been remotely interested in anything in my life, she’s always been so self-absorbed. I doubt she even knew I still played volleyball, that’s probably why she didn’t mention it to you.”

Osamu stayed silent as you chugged the remainder of your drink.

“I know it’s probably not comforting, but I’ll be there for ya if ya need me,” Osamu said. “Even if yer mom and I separate, I consider ya a friend now.”

Osamu’s words were oddly comforting. You nodded as you reached for yet another wine cooler. 

“I’m oddly comforted,” you said, popping the top easily. You fiddled with the top, thinking of what to say next.

“Another Falcons score,” Osamu said. “My turn again.”

“Question away,” you said. 

“Can’t think of any,” Osamu said. He yawned.

“Tired already?” You teased, elbowing him in the side. “Old man.”

“I’m twenty-five,” he argued, yawning again. “But I am going to bed. Let’s call a rain check on our game.”

“Deal,” you said, raising your bottle to him. “Might as well go to bed, too. Night, Samu.”

“Night, Y/n,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched out before padding down the hallway to your mom’s room. 

You sighed loudly once you heard the door click shut. You gulped down your drink. “Good going, Y/n. You finally found a guy you like and he’s your stepdad.”

You finished your drink before gathering all the empty bottles and cans, throwing them in the recycling before walking towards your room. You collapsed onto your unmade bed and passed out before your head hit the pillow. 

“Two salted salmon onigiri,” you said, placing the plate in front of the professional volleyball player. “And onion soup.”

“Go ahead and join them,” Osamu said, placing a few plates on the same table. “I’ll bring you out some umeboshi onigiri.”

“Thanks,” you said. You could barely contain your excitement as you took a seat between Miya Atsumu and Bokuto Koutarou.

“So, yer a setter?” Atsumu asked, taking a bite of his onigiri. You nodded.

“Number two in the nation,” you said.

“She’s better than you were, Tsumu!” Hinata Shoyo exclaimed. You smiled widely.

“In high school, I was ranked number one under nineteen in my second and third years,” you said. “I even got to play in the junior Olympics in high school. We only won silver, though.”

“We’re playing the Olympics this year,” Bokuto said. “And a few of our friends from the Adlers.”

“Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Hoshimiumi Kourai?” You asked. “I’ve been keeping up with everyone considered for the Olympics.”

“Maybe you’ll be playing in the next Olympics,” Sakusa said. 

“That’s the goal,” you said, smiling. Osamu set a plate in front of you. “Thank you.”

“So our little star setter is here for the next week,” Osamu said, placing a strong hand on your shoulder. “We should play a game while she’s down, see how good she really is.”

“I’m game!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I wanna see those number two in the nation skills!”

“Probably nowhere near the level of you guys,” you said.

“We do have a few years on ya,” Atsumu said, ruffling your hair. 

“Literally only four,” you said, fixing your hair.

“Leave the kid alone, Tsumu,” Osamu said.

“Hey, she’s my niece now, I reserve the right to tease her,” Atsumu said.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you teased.

“That’s right, Uncle Tsumu and Daddy Samu,” Atsumu said. 

Your stomach flipped as the MSBY boys laughed. Osamu looked down at you and winked. You clenched your thighs together.

“All right, quiet down before ya disturb my payin’ guests,” Osamu said. 

“Lunch on Samu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Once yer finished, I want ya back in the kitchen,” Osamu said. He rubbed your back before walking into the kitchen.

“So, you plan on going professional after university?” Bokuto asked.

You nodded as the table fell into casual conversation.

“I already have offers to go play in France and Brazil,” you said, taking a bite of your onigiri.

“Brazil is fantastic,” Hinata said. “I played there for a while.”

“You liked it? I’ve been debating back and forth between the two. Can’t decide which one I would enjoy more,” you said. “Does Brazil have good food?”

“The best! Unless you’re looking for Japanese food,” Hinata said. “There’s no good Japanese food.”

“Noted,” you said, smiling.

“What are you studying in school?” Sakusa asked.

“Education,” you said. “If volleyball doesn’t work out I want to teach Japanese in another country.”

“Smart,” Sakusa said.

“So, any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Significant others?” Atsumu asked.

You laughed. “With what time?”

“Oh, come on, there has to be someone!” Atsumu exclaimed. “We all find time for a lil’ somethin’.”

“There was a girl,” you admitted. “On my volleyball team, but we both cared more about volleyball than each other.”

“Any crushes?” Bokuto asked. He winked at you and flexed his arms playfully.

You pursed your lips. “And why should I tell you if I do?”

“Because we’re all best friends now!” Hinata shouted, slamming his hand on the table. He ignored the looks from the other customers.

“There is this guy I have my eye on,” you said. “He’s tall, nice, and beefy as hell.”

“Ooo, tell us more,” Bokuto said.

You shook your head. “No use talking about him. He’s strictly off limits.”

“He’s gay,” Atsumu said, nodding his head.

“What?! No!” You laughed. “He’s taken.”

“Ah, university relationships aren’t always serious, you can probably still get him,” Hinata said, waving away your worries.

“He’s married,” you said. The boys all hissed in sympathy.

“Ask for a threesome,” Atsumu said. Your face must’ve shown your disgust because the boys all laughed at you.

“She must be ugly,” Bokuto said.

“We don’t get along the best,” you said. You sighed as you looked down at your empty plate.

“Better get to work before Daddy Samu grounds you,” Atsumu teased.

You rolled your eyes, but stood up. 

“It was nice meeting you guys,” you said. “I hope we can get a game together before I leave.”

“Oh, we definitely will,” Bokuto said.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said, smiling. You waved bye to them as you entered the kitchen.

Osamu was leaned over the stove top, stirring a large pot of soup.

“Have fun?” He asked, wiping sweat off his brow with the towel thrown over his shoulder. You nodded.

“They were all super nice,” you said. “I feel like we’re actually friends now.”

“That’s good,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “Ya wanna start putting together a couple of onigiri?”

“No problem,” you said, washing your hands quickly. 

“We need five salted salmon and three umeboshi,” Osamu said. “And then out to table three.”

“Got it,” you said.

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly and smoothly. It was finally around midnight when the last customers finally left and you and Osamu could close down shop.

“Come into my office and I’ll show you how to count all the money,” Osamu said, locking the main doors. 

You followed him into his small office. 

“Okay, whenever you count the money, make sure the door is closed and locked behind you,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him. 

You held your breath as he slowly slid past you, your chest brushing against his.

“A lil’ cramped in here, sorry,” Osamu said, sitting at his desk.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, sitting in the folding chair next to him.

“So, d’ya have a good day?” Osamu asked, casually thumbing through bills.

You nodded. “It was good! It was nice meeting your friends. I really liked them.”

“Ooo, any of ‘em catch yer eye?” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes.

“I already have my eye on someone,” you said.

“Oh?” Osamu questioned.

“He’s taken though,” you said. “Strictly off limits.”

“Ask for a threesome,” he said.

You laughed loudly. “Funny, Atsumu said the same thing. But no, I don’t get along with his wife.”

“Wife? That sucks,” he said, placing a wad of cash in an envelope. 

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Well, I, for one, think yer a catch,” Osamu said, sealing the envelope. “Anyone would be lucky to have ya.”

“Thanks, Samu,” you said, face burning. He patted your thigh.

“Anytime, princess,” Osamu said. You clenched your thighs together at the new nickname. “Well, we’re all done here, let’s get home.”

You trailed after him like a lost puppy as he double checked all the appliances were off and flipping the lights off.

You shivered as you stepped into the cool, night air. 

“Cold?” Osamu asked, already peeling off his Onigiri Miya hoodie.

“Yeah, a little,” you said, gladly taking the hoodie from him. You tugged it over your head and breathed deeply. “Smells good. Half expected it to smell like onigiri.”

“It will soon,” Osamu said, smiling. “It’s new. Just got the shipment in last week.”

“I’ll have to get one,” you said.

“Keep it,” Osamu said. “Ya look cute in it.”

You blushed deeply. You bumped his shoulder with yours gently.

“It’s like, way too big,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “Oversized is in. Besides, I thought girls loved to steal guys’ hoodies.”

“Yeah, guys they like,” you said.

“Well, ya took it from me,” Osamu said, bumping your shoulder. “Ya must like me a little.”

“Whatever,” you said, cheeks burning. Osamu laughed.

“Someone has a crush!” He sang.

“Shut up! I don’t have a crush on you,” you said.

“Ya did call me hot last night,” he said.

“I was drunk, so it doesn’t count,” you said. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Ya have a crush on me, just admit it,” Osamu said. “I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise.”

“You’re my stepdad, in case you forgot,” you replied. “That’s basically incest, isn’t it?”

“So ya admit it?” Osamu asked. You shoved him playfully.

“I actually have a crush on Atsumu,” you said. “He’s the hotter twin.”

Osamu pushed you into an alley and caged you against the cool bricks of a building.

“Oh?” Osamu said. “Ya think Atsumu is the hotter twin?”

You nodded slowly as Osamu looked down at you.

“It’s the hair,” you squeaked.

“Oh, yeah, forgot that girls love a guy who doesn’t know what toner is,” Osamu said, leaning down. “I think yer lying.” His nose was nearly touching yours.

“I’m not,” you mumbled. Osamu’s hands moved from either side of your head to your hips. 

“You are,” Osamu whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You shivered.

“And if I am?” You asked.

“I don’t like bad girls,” Osamu said. “Lying is grounds for punishment.”

“Punishment?” You asked.

“I’d bend ya over my knee and spank ya until ya begged for mercy,” he said. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s a good thing I’m not lying, then,” you said. By now, Osamu’s lips were nearly against yours, so close you could feel the heat from his breath on your lips.

Osamu ground his hips against yours, firmly pressing his hard on against you.

You bit your lip and glanced down. His cock was straining against his jeans, eager to be released.

“Tell the truth and I’ll think about not putting ya over my knee,” Osamu said, lips softly brushing against yours. 

“You’re the hotter twin,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “And I have a crush on you. And I want you to fuck me in this alley.”

“There we go,” Osamu said. He finally kissed you roughly, like he wanted to devour you. You moaned as he ground against you.

“Samu,” you moaned, pulling back. He wasted no time, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about pushin’ this lil’ skirt up all day,” he growled, pushing your skirt up around your waist, revealing the pretty pink lace of your underwear. 

“Please,” you gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, releasing his cock. You nearly moaned at the sight of it, long and thick and leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“Gonna wreck this cute little cunt,” Osamu said, tugging your underwear down and letting them fall to the ground. He dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole.

“Is- Is that a piercing I feel?” You asked, feeling cool metal against your warm folds.

“I’ll give ya a closer look later,” he said, teasingly pushing the tip in and out of your hole. “Wanna be in ya now.”

“Fill me up, please, Samu,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his skin. Your walls fluttered around nothing as he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lining his cock up with your hole. “Beg for my cock, princess.”

“Please, please, please!” You cried. “Want your cock in me, need it! Please, Samu, want you to fill me up.”

“Of course, baby girl, anything for my princess,” Osamu said, kissing you softly. He rutted his hips up into you, stretching you out suddenly.

You moaned loudly and let your head fall on Osamu's broad shoulder. 

“So big,” you moaned. “Hurts.”

“Shh, shh, yer takin’ me so well, baby,” Osamu said. “Squeezin’ me so tight, wanna bust just bein’ in ya.”

You whimpered as Osamu slowly pulled out. He pushed back in slowly, giving you time to adjust to each inch. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip was kissing your cervix.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna ruin ya.” Osamu pulled out until just the tip was in and slammed back into you.

You gasped loudly as his cock breached your cervix, going deeper than anything had ever been in you and stretching you more than anything ever had.

“Samu!” You cried, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the nape of his neck. “Fuck, harder, please!”

“Feel that, baby? I’m so deep in ya,” Osamu said. “Fuckin’ past your cervix, yeah?”

You nodded as you bit back your moans as Osamu pounded into you. You buried your head into his shoulder and bit down, quieting your too loud moans.

“Next time, ‘m gonna have ya somewhere ya can be loud as ya want,” Osamu grunted. “Wanna hear yer pretty, little moans.”

You let out a soft moan in his ear and he snapped his hips up harder into you.

“Ah, Samu,” you moaned, struggling to keep your volume down. “Gonna cum.”

He pinched your clit as you gushed around his cock. You looked down to where your bodies met and watched as your juices leaked down his cock, dripping on his heavy balls. You moaned.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” he growled lowly. “Come ‘ere.”

He pulled your head up by your hair and squeezed your cheeks until your mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat it on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he said. He kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your tongue. He kissed you messily, spit running down your chin and a thin strand of it connecting you two when he finally pulled back. 

“Such a messy, little slut,” he said, slamming his hips against yours. “Taking my spit so well. Gonna take my cum like that?”

You nodded, unable to speak beyond gasps and moans as his cock abused your cunt.

“Can’t speak? Fucked ya dumb, huh?” Osamu asked. He chuckled. “My cock makin’ ya dumb, little baby?”

You whined. God, you wanted him to fill you up so bad. 

“Cum. Inside.” You gasped out.

“Oh? Want me t’ breed ya? Make ya big and swollen with my baby?” Osamu asked, hips moving faster.

You nodded furiously. He rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles.

“Cream ‘round my cock one more time, baby,” he grunted. 

“Samu!” You exclaimed. Your stomach tightened as your walls fluttered like crazy.

“Yeah? Gonna cum again for me?” Osamu asked. You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach snapped.

“Fill me up, please!” You moaned as you came. Osamu’s hips stuttered as he pushed into you deeply before painting your womb white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned.

“Fuck, yer still so tight around my cock,” he hissed. Your walls fluttered. “Perfect little cunt, princess. Milkin’ me dry like a good girl.”

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist.

“Can’t stand,” you mumbled, legs shaking with the weak attempt you made. Osamu held you up as he pulled his pants back up and pulled your panties back on.

“Come here, baby,” he said, swooping you up bridal style. “Let’s go home, princess.”

You nodded lamely as he carried you. You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you heard was Osamu talking to your mother.

“She was practically dead on her feet,” Osamu said. “Fell asleep while I was counting the money.”

“You could’ve called, I would’ve brought the car,” your mom said. You felt Osamu shrug.

“It was no problem,” Osamu said. 

“Well, go lay her down in her bed,” your mom said. “Then maybe she’ll be out for the rest of the night.” You frowned at her suggestive tone and cuddled deeper into Osamu’s chest.

“I’ll go lay her down,” Osamu said. He carried you down the hall and entered your bedroom carefully.

As he laid you down, you grabbed his arm and whined, “Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to my own bed.”

“Don’t- Don’t fuck her,” you mumbled. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, softly brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s only you from now on.” You nodded. Osamu kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.

You blinked once, twice, before you were asleep.

[amjustagirl]

Best friends to lovers with Tsukishima - 615 words of fluff 

“Your mother called again.”

Tsukishima just hums in acknowledgement, doesn’t even bother looking up from his emails. You huff an indignant breath through your nose, reach over to yank the wire to pull an earbud from his ear. 

“You’re not even going to ask me why she called?”

His eyes curve into half-moons, irritation washing over his features. “I’m going to visit her this weekend already. She can tell me what she wants then. If it’s truly important she’d drop me a text if I don’t call back.”

“Kei!” you cry, scandalised. “That’s your mom.”

He rolls his eyes, tugging his ear bud away from you. 

“Look, she probably called to talk about three things.” He raises a finger. “To make sure I’m eating and sleeping well - I’m not a child, I know how to take care of myself”. He raises another finger. “To remind me that I’m due home this weekend, which I already bought train tickets for”, he wriggles a third finger - “and to nag me to find a girlfriend, which is never going to happen, so she can forget about that.”

“Did I miss anything out?” 

He didn’t - these are exactly the things his mother chattered your ear off about this morning when he was out at work, and his smirk when you slump in defeat infuriates you, makes you want to tease him and wipe that satisfied expression off his face.

“Well, she did mention about setting you up on a blind date with some neighbour’s daughter -” 

“Never going to happen” he interrupts dismissively. “She should know by now to leave me alone, I’m busy.”

He is busy juggling work at the Sendai City Museum whilst fighting to maintain his spot as a starting middle blocker on the Sendai Frogs, balancing both his obsession with dinosaur bones with his no longer secret love for volleyball. You knew this when you met him in university, drawn into his orbit by Yamaguchi and Yachi, an unwitting addition to their trio once the sunny duo started dating, a fact that his mother has lamented about to you so many times after you’ve moved in with him and Yamaguchi after university. 

“You’re going to be left old and bitter and lonely if you don’t put yourself out there while you’re still young”, you tease. 

“I’m already old and bitter”, he deadpans. “And as if I’d ever be lonely with you and Yamguchi pestering me for the rest of my life.”

“I should occupy myself by going on more dates then”, you muse, tapping your chin. “That way I won’t be home so much to bother you.”

“Please don’t”, he snaps immediately. “Your taste in men is awful. I’ve had enough of you moping on the sofa when your dates don’t work out, it spoils my mood.” 

“Aww Kei”, you sing song, leaning over to flick his nose. “Are you jealous?” 

He doesn’t reply, swivelling his chair sharply back to his laptop, his typing increasing in volume and frequency. You know him well enough to recognise his tells. He’s frustrated - why? 

“Tsukki - “

“Look - you could do so much better, okay?” He states plainly, the tips of his ears turning pink. “You deserve better than those lying, cheating scumbugs you’ve been stupid enough to waste your time on and I don’t understand how you can’t see what’s before your very eyes, you blind bat.”

Typical Tsukki. You have to sieve through insults and complaints to unearth what he truly means, read between the lines to figure out how he truly feels. You’ve never thought you’d ever have a chance with your best friend, assuming he’d only see you as a friend and nothing more. 

You’re wrong. 

“Kei”, you say softly. “Would you say my taste in men is still awful if I ask you out instead?” 

He stops typing. 

“Maybe”, he says, trying to remain nonchalant, as he shoots you a shy smile. 

a/n: written for @kohi-zeri​, hope you enjoy it bb!!!!

[celestial-kit]

August

Inspired by August by Taylor Swift. All characters are 18+.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x reader

Warnings: NSFW, minors dni, angst, cheating, loss of virginity, dry humping, Tsukishima is kind of an asshole in this, I don’t know how to write endings

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You never expected your summer to end in heartbreak. You had every intention to have a fun, harmless summer with your friends, but now you’re here, a boy that will most certainly hurt you, a boy that you are in love with, and you know that there isn’t another ending to this story. 

You first saw Tsukishima Kei in your dad’s lab, bent over a microscope, examining some sort of sample. The lab is on the edge of the water in your little beach town. Apparently, there was a rare microorganism discovered in the coral reefs, so the lab got a grant to expand their operation and study the small creatures. Tsukishima was hired as an intern for the summer to help with the project, and you were immediately captivated by him. His blonde hair, golden eyes, broad shoulders, sharp cheekbones, everything about him created a thirst in you that you needed to quench. 

You quickly reached out to make a connection, learning that he was a biology major at a school in Sendai City and moved to your little town for the summer for this internship. While you did your best to flirt with him, his phone lit up with a text and you caught a glance of his lock screen. It was a picture of him and a girl. You paused mid joke to ask, “Is that your girlfriend?” 

He didn’t look at you as he replied to the text and said, “Yeah.”

You could feel your heart start to crack, disappointed by the discovery, but you still found yourself gravitating towards him over the coming weeks, going out of your way to talk to him, spend time with him, doing anything to get closer to him. 

One afternoon you were driving your car through town on your way to the local ice cream shop when you saw Tsukishima walking on the sidewalk, his headphones over his ears, hands in his pockets, and his head tilted toward the sky, presumably admiring the clear sky. 

You skidded to a stop next him, rolling your window down and pushing your sunglasses down your nose to look him in the eyes. He stopped strolling, surprised, and pulled his headphones down to hear what you had to say.

“Get in the car,” you smiled sweetly at him. You knew it was wrong to continue to pursue this, you knew he had a girlfriend, you knew it would hurt when you had to let him go, but part of you hoped that you could have him, keep him. 

He didn’t reject you, but rather gave you a smirk as he rounded your car, getting in your passenger seat. You laughed giddily as you continued your drive to the ice cream shop. After getting your ice cream, you sat on a bench overlooking the beach, appreciating the way the waves crashed on the shoreline. As you talked to each other, you found yourself becoming mesmerized by him. Watching him as his lips curved in a smile from a fond memory, his eyes lighting up as he let out a soft chuckle as he reminisced. 

He looked down at you after a minute and said, “Your ice cream is melting.” And sure enough, it was. The creamy vanilla had started to drip down the cone in your hand, down your fingers and hand, and you exclaimed with a quiet, “Oh!” as you searched for a napkin to clean yourself up. Before you could find one, you felt Tsukishima grab your arm to bring your hand up to his mouth and used his tongue to clean the sticky cream of your hand. He made eye contact with you as he made long swipes up your hand with his tongue. You couldn’t stop your breath from hitching in your throat and your heart from pounding in your chest. 

When he had cleaned up most of your mess, he stood up, a soft blush painting his cheeks as he said, “I should go.” Then he started walking away. You put a hand out, getting ready to stop him, tell him to wait, but he turned around to look at you and said, “I’ll see you later.” 

You found yourself making plans around him, waiting for him to be free so you could see him again, even canceling plans that you had been looking forward to in case he called you. One Saturday afternoon, Tsukishima texted you, “Meet me behind the mall.” So you got in your car and met him behind the cookie shop that was attached to the mall. The parking lot was empty as he climbed into your passenger seat, and you looked at him expectantly. 

“Where do you want to go?” you ask, trying to quell any hope in your heart as you waited for his reply. 

“Nowhere,” he replied, and then leaned across your console to grab your face and pull your lips to his. Your heart started to pound again, you could feel the beat of it in your ears, and even though you knew you should stop him, tell him that it was wrong, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You were so happy that he wanted you, so you let him kiss you. 

He pressed his tongue into your mouth, massaging your own and making you whine into the kiss. His other hand moved to your hip, grabbing and squeezing you over your skirt as he tried to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. When he pulled away, he reached under his seat to push it as far back as it could go, then he looked at you and said, “Come here.” His voice was gravelly and he looked at you in a way that made heat pool in your stomach and wetness seep into your panties. You scrambled over the console, climbing into his lap as he grabbed your hips as he seated you on top of his hard cock through his pants. 

You gasp at the contact, not expecting to feel him in that way, but still finding yourself trembling at the feeling as he dragged your clothed cunt against the front of his pants. He brought your lips down to his and continued to kiss you while thrusting up against your heat, making you mewl and gasp and pant against his lips. 

You hadn’t told him you were a virgin, never finding someone until this moment who you were interested in doing this with. But now as you feel pleasure rack across your body, you think that you wouldn’t mind giving it to him. 

He leaned his head back, resting on the back of his seat as he watched you grind yourself down on him, chasing a high that you had never felt before. You gripped his shoulders tightly as you pressed down harder, faster until you felt your mind being taken over by static, your mouth dropping open as you spasmed against his chest and he continued to thrust against you until he stopped with a grunt. 

You both breathed heavily as you rested your head on his chest, looking down to find that your skirt had hiked up from him grabbing your ass and moving you along his length, your panties completely exposed to him and anyone that might walk by the car. You could see your slick had dripped down your thighs and onto the front of his pants, and there was a distinct wet spot where Tsukishima had finished. 

“You made a mess,” Tsukishima said darkly, as you examined the scene. You looked at him, your face beating red from embarrassment, unsure how to take his comment.

“I’m sorry,” you dipped your head, trying to avoid his gaze. 

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him and said, “Don’t be.” Then he was kissing you again with your head feeling light and your heart feeling full. 

After that moment, you spent the rest of the summer waiting for his call, meeting him privately, and touching each other, despite the guilt that you felt after each interaction. One night, he asked you to go see a movie, and he fingered you in the back of the dark moving theatre, one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he whispered in your ear about how you were a dirty girl. Another day, you met him under the pier on the beach, laying out a blanket to have a picnic and you ended up giving him a blowjob, choking as he pushed your head down on his cock and wincing when he came down your throat. 

Each interaction made you feel sorry for his girlfriend, but they also made you fall harder for him, and you never wanted to let him go.

Now, you find yourself with one week left of summer, in his makeshift apartment, laying on blankets in his living room while the tv plays a movie that is long forgotten. Tsukishima has his fingers inside you, rubbing against your walls and making you see stars. You’re crying out for him as you lay naked underneath him, and he hovers over you with a smirk.

“Kei, please, Kei! I need you,” you whine. You know this is your last chance to be with him, he was leaving in just a few days to go back to school, and he would be busy with the lab right up until he left. 

He shoves his fingers harder inside you, making you cry out again, and says, “Are you sure?”

You nod, sure that you want him, that you need him, but you also say, “I’ve never…” trailing off, unsure how to explain that he’ll be your first. He leans down, softly kissing your lips and shushing you, pulling his fingers out of your cunt to rub gentle circles on your clit. 

“I know,” he whispers. “We’ll go slow.” Then he’s kissing you while your pushing his shirt off his shoulders, feeling the lean muscles of his chest and down his abdomen until you reach his pants. With shaky hands, you undo the button and he pushes them down his legs with his underwear, letting his hard length spring free. You reach down to give him a few pumps, feeling the weight of him in your hands as you shiver at the thought of him filling you up.

He pulls a condom out of his packet and starts rolling it down his length, then he’s lining himself up with your entrance while his forearms brace themselves next to your head. He looks down into your eyes before asking, “Are you sure?” 

When you nod, he starts pushing in, slowly filling you up as you gasp and tears well in your eyes. The stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and it’s uncomfortable, it even hurts a little, but it also amazes you that you are so close to Tsukishima. You can see the blissed out look on his face as he continues to push in until he’s bottomed out and his balls are pressed snuggly against you, and it makes you want to keep going.

He holds himself there to give you time to adjust to the new pressure inside you, and you can feel the tears start to pour down your cheeks as you reach up to fist your hands in his hair and whisper, “I love you.” 

At this, he drops his head to the crook of your neck and sighs your name, gently kissing and nipping at your neck as he pulls out and gently pushes back in. You’re acutely aware of the fact that he didn’t return your sentiment, that he may not love you back, but at this moment you don’t know if you care because he is inside you and the feeling of him dragging along your walls makes you cry out and hold onto him tighter. 

He continues to push into you at this slow pace, and you continue to cry as he reaches down to rub circles into your clit, trying to get you to reach your peak before him. You end up cumming together, a watery sob leaving your lips as pleasure rocks through you and you realize that this moment with him is over.

Tsukishima stays on top of you for a few more moments before he pulls his softening length from you and stands to discard the used condom and clean himself up. You use one of the blankets that you’re laying on to wrap yourself up, feeling vulnerable and exposed as you watch him walk around his apartment and get dressed. You used the edges of the blanket to wipe the tears from your face and you sniffle a little when you ask, “Will you call me? When you’re back at school?” 

Tsukishima pauses his search for a clean shirt to look over his shoulder at you, giving you a sympathetic smile and saying “Of course” before continuing his search. You snuggle deeper into the blanket that you’ve cocooned yourself in as you feel a weight in your heart that you knew would come at the end of this.

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When Tsukishima left, he gave you a hug and kissed your cheek, telling you that he would call you when he got the chance. True to his word, he did call you. He told you he missed you, asked you what you were wearing, requested you send him pictures. You always complied because you loved him, and you wanted him to want you. Sometimes late at night, he would call and whisper into your ear about how he needed you, and he would tell you how to touch yourself as he jacked off on the other end. 

Eventually though, the phone calls became shorter and the time between calls got longer. He stopped calling you late at night, stopped telling you that he missed you, and you could tell that he was ready for it to end. You cried when you knew it was over, even though he didn’t say it, you could tell by the way he said goodbye at the end of a call that he would not call again. 

You hoped that he knew that you loved him, that he brought you something you didn’t know existed and he will forever live in your heart. You hoped that he found happiness, that his girlfriend gave him everything you did and more, and you hoped that one day, even if it was far in the future, that he would come back to your open arms, despite the fact that he broke your heart.

[blog-of-hubris]

Jujutsu Kaisen Ch 180 - Check Please!

Comprehensive analysis for Jujutsu Kaisen Chapter 180, enjoy. 

Melting Yuta’s Heart

It is always good to see character’s personalities get a strong focus during battles and the narration behind Yuta’s heart melting due to the passion in Ryu’s eyes is one of my favorite moments from this entire fight. It speaks to how Yuta was never a violent person, and never saw satisfaction in hurting others. In fact, you can easily make an argument that the things Yuta only ever fought because he forced to due to the situations. 

The Culling Game is no different and Yuta is fighting to protect those he cares about while Ryu is fighting purely out of greed, however that greed is pure and honest, something that Yuta could respect. Yuta decided to match Ryu and use his own condensed blast of Cursed Energy to match that hunger Ryu had, hence him saying “just this once” with a smile on his face. Yuta could have attacked twice before Ryu put out his maximum output but he decided to meet his blast head on, but when Ryu wanted a second round Yuta went in for the hand to hand combat. 

Its just so cool seeing Yuta like this.. I really wanted to see him in action again and this was such an amazing treat. 

Second Only to Gojo Satoru

As I started talking about in the last section, I just love seeing Yuta in action. It warms me up in ways I can’t really describe (even though im going to attempt to) and makes me just want to see him interact with more of the cast. I honestly start to feel cheated not having more scenes to reference for Yuta’s relationship with Gojo’s other pupils and thats just because of how awesome Yuta is, and I feel like his character is very important to the first years especially because Gojo entrusted him to have their backs if something was to happen to him. 

I think this entire sub-arc in Sendai is proof to why Yuta has been propped up to be the direct predecessor to Gojo until the rest of the students begin to approach those stages of strength themselves. Yuta has grown so much since Volume 0, it really does feel like we deserved to see Yuta shine like this. It just proved to me that he’s a prodigy that actually understands the depths to his power and how to fight against powerful opponents on the fly. Miguel def trained him up very well while he was overseas. 

What's Next?

My natural assumption is that Hakari and Panda will be seen next and we will follow the events they experience within Tokyo Colony 2. How will Panda fair in the culling games + how crazy is Hakari vs Kashimo going to be? I’m honestly very excited to see more of Hakari’s “fever” motif being used and why Yuta had the gall to say that Hakari is stronger than him when on a roll (even though maki disclaimed that to be true), but there has to be something impressive about Hakari to prompt Yuta to say that. 

I hope Gege enjoys this week off and comes back feeling empowered. I know the next sub-arc aka colony is going to continue the excitement thats been keeping the Culling Games so exciting. Ugh, this is all just so exciting LOL!

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[haikyuuwaifu]

4.

Genre: ANGST

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, Infidelity

MASTERLIST

WHEN SHE FOUND OUT

Y/n’s friends on the other hand were not as stupid as Hikari and Bokuto thought they were. Kuroo was in Sendai on behalf of the Volleyball association doing his annual inspections. He and Tsukki were meeting up for dinner and some drinks. On the way to the bar Tsukki asked if anything was going on with Bokuto, because he hadn’t heard Y/N mention him once when he went to visit. “Honestly, I have no clue. He hasn’t spoken to me or Akaashi very much over the last six months.” he answered with a shrug. “We just assumed it was because he was busy with the season, but we’ve seen more of y/n than we have of him.” With a nod Tsukki continued on talking about their lives and the latest thing Y/n had been up to. As they rounded the corner to the restaurant they recognized a familiar head of silver and black hair. His arms wrapped around someone who definitely was NOT his girlfriend. It took Kuroo literally all his strength to hold Tsukki back from pummeling the shit out of him. “Look, I’m angry. I’m pissed off, but you can’t just beat him bloody.” he stated, trying to pull him back. “She’s going to need you, because we’re going to tell her before he gets back to Tokyo.” Kuroo declared, pulling him towards the hotel. As Tsukki and Kuroo made plans to return to Tokyo, Bokuto and Hikari remained blissfully unaware.

Two days later, Tsukki and Kuroo stood outside Y/N’s apartment ready to break the news. With the key she had  given him, Tsukki opened the door and walked inside. Y/N could be seen sitting  on the couch talking to Koutarou on the phone. “Do you really have to stay longer Bo?” you pouted. “I finally have some time off and I wanted to spend it with you.” “I know you did babe, but I have to stay here, and when I get back we’ll go away somewhere.” he mumbled looking past the screen. (In front of him is a very naked Hikari). “Kuroo, Tsukki! What are you doing in Tokyo?” he questioned dubiously, noticing the two men behind you. Tsukki merely ignored his question and instead, made his way to Y/N and Koutarou’s shared bedroom. “We’re just here to visit our favorite girl Bo-chan; we’ll call you back later okay?” Kuroo mumbled, hanging up the phone. “Is everything okay?” y/n asked looking up at him. With a deep sigh Kuroo took a seat and pulled Y/N into his lap.  As he nestled her head to his chest and stroked her back soothingly,  he tried to figure out how to say the actual words that were inevitably going to break her heart. In the bedroom, Tsukki could be foudn packing up Y/N’s belongings. The further into the closet he went, the angrier he got; thinking about the fact that the man who supposedly loved his best friend was fucking around with herstep sister at this current moment in time.

 From the closet he heard a loud wrenching sob. Running out of the closet and into the hallway, He could hear the sobbing get louder, the closer he moved toward the living room. Dropping the clothes in his hand,  he scooped y/n up and out of Kuroo’s arms, clutching her to his chest tightly. With soft strokes and whispered words he nuzzles his face into her hair as she continued to sob into his chest. “Go finish packing her stuff, and make sure you grab everything in the office.” “When you’re done call Yamaguchi and Akaashi, tell them to meet us in Sendai and Yams will pick up her favorite.” with a nod Kuroo makes his way to the bedroom phone in hand.

Part 3|Part 5

a/n: I am not doing taglists at this time

Thank you for reading <3

[quirklessidiot]

some asks you can look back to while going through the story! so u guys can read through them, theyre pretty much omakes/extras/weird what if au’s hehehe (like y/n’s p.o.v, lifestyle, gojo’s looks etc. etc.) this is a long ass list but theyre pretty good asks  in case u guys get confused about the technique or something, here ya go. Also it gets with the character studies of where I base Satoru from HAHHSHSH spoilers for the series btw!

TIMELINE FOR THE SERIES! Gojo estate . new home . bedroom Garden’s! Tanabata inspiration gojo satoru’s description (manga) y/n’s kimono’s and modern wear . nightgowns idk . yukata’s . jewelry . sendai trip gojo satoru & women what happens when y/n gives birth to a girl? y/n’s p.o.v regarding concubines/harems gojo satoru’s family that one nightwear scene of gojo (thicc) teenage gojo p.o.v and marriage  sexism in y/n’s clan and her relationship with them . one . two . father inspo . ren inspo . y/n’s clan face claims in 2D virginity testing; what is it?

wedding rings whats is the minazuki technique? one. two. three what if : toji met y/n? . non-magic au . gojo’s harem . pregnancy au . Y/N cheating . naoya & Y/N marriage Y/N’s hobbies Y/N’s curse energy  one . two  Repercussions of a minazuki user dying a natural death/the hands of another Y/N’s MBTI naoya zen’in . one . two . three megumi & y/n y/n & grandpa & why she was married off a bit late Y/N and Granny L/N . one . two . the sad life  the bridal market . one . two  Y/N & Kenjaku geto & y/n . one . two . three why i won’t be writing for the shibuya arc/  one . two . three . four .

[sweetcathedral]

🕸Haikyuu! — The Butterfly’s Ripple Effect🕸

Note: Currently a developing short story as I’m trying to figure out how to format it on tumblr, so that it’s easy to read (might take me a few months for the rough draft). The plot and ending is solidified, just need to piece together the scenes. Of course all Haikyuu characters are post-timeskip, it’s easier for me to write them as adults. It doesn’t make sense, but it will when I have the whole story down!

⚠️: blowjob, raw, forceful (?), cheating, giving in to temptation

The warmth of the sun gently wakes you up, making you flutter your lashes and wince at the brightness of the room. Memories of last night play back in your head as you pull the covers over you, but you look around to see that there was no sign of Kuroo. You hesitate to go back to sleep or look around the house to see if the others were okay from last night, since it wasn’t as loud as it should be.

“G’morning,” Kenma was leaning at the doorway with a cup of tea in his hand and a plate of omelettes in the other. “May I?”

You nodded, rubbing your eyes to fully wake you up.

“It smells nice. How are the others?”

“Oh, Kuroo’s driving them back to Sendai. The others wanted you to tag along on their road trip, but I told them that you’re probably jetlagged and needed the rest. They helped unload your stuff at the entranceway though,” he settled the tea and omelettes on the nightstand before pulling out a bed tray table from one of the drawers.

“I didn’t know you were the type to have breakfast in bed.”

“I’m not. A friend left it here last year, forgot about it and told me to keep it in the end. I just thought you’d like breakfast in bed today,” as Kenma was about to unfold the table, he paused in hesitation. It looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he lowered his head onto your lap. Thinking nothing of it, you run your fingers through his soft hair,

“Tired?”

“. . . I guess . . . I don’t know . . .”

You started humming the tune Kenma used to sing to you back then, when the two of you were still normal. The familiar feeling began to cloud your judgement, letting your fingers trace down the nape of Kenma’s neck. He immediately grabs your wrist, startling you from your trance.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he lifts his head.

“I—, sorry, I didn't mean—”

“Your food’s getting cold,” he changes the subject and continues to set up the bed table, arranging the tea and omelette. Before he was able to leave the bed, you reach for his hand,

“Kenma, wait . . .” the words you’ve always wanted to tell him is caught in your throat, “. . . I’m sor—!”

His hands clamp over your mouth as he gently kisses your forehead, softly dragging his cold fingers down to your throat. Unable to shake off the way it made you feel, he left you in silence.

After closing the door, Kenma briskly walked towards the bathroom, turned the faucet on and locked himself in. He leans against the door, slowly sliding down to the floor and pulled his hoodie completely over his head,

“. . . what am I doing? . . .” he sighs, pressing his head into his folded hands.

A moment later, the sound of your footsteps makes him jolt back up to turn the faucet off. He opens the door to see you standing there, knees clasped together.

“Don’t just stand there, move!” you push through him to get to the toilet and quickly kicked your panties off, landing at Kenma’s feet. “Phew, okay, you can leave now.”

Just as you finished cleaning yourself up, he picks up your wet stained panties.

“Hey! Give me those!” you tried grabbing them back from him, while covering yourself.

Fuck it. Kenma decided to cross the line he drew for himself. At this point it didn’t matter to him anymore, nothing mattered to him anymore. Everything that’s been holding him back has reached its limit, and he was more than ready to risk it all.

“What, it’s not like this is my first time seeing you naked.”

“Kuroo can walk in at any moment,” you argued back.

“He left two hours ago. It takes a total of eight hours driving to and from Sendai, plus the amount of stops he probably took to settle them down,” he quietly closes the door. “Which means I’ve about six hours to have you all to myself.”

The weight of Kenma’s words dawned on you. The sound of your heartbeat echoes in your ears, racing at the pace things were moving in. It’s only been a day since you got back, but Kenma had been displaying signs of temptation. You knew he was selfish, but you didn't know he can be this selfish—to the point of sleeping with his best friend’s girlfriend. Maybe you should’ve set the boundaries right then and there when you and Kuroo told him about your relationship. But you’ve been sleeping around with Kenma for so long that you didn’t realize that these things weren’t normal for someone in a relationship. It wasn’t right at all, especially to Kuroo. It’s cheating, but—

“Don’t worry, it’ll just be between you and me. I promise,” Kenma cups your face so that your eyes meet with his and draws you into a kiss. You quickly pull away from him,

“Kenma, we can’t. You know we can’t, I’m dating Kuroo, and . . .this is cheating—”

“Only if we get caught,” his fingers trace up your thighs.

You grip his wrist with trembling hands.

“Kenma . . . please, I—I can only hold back so much,” your voice begins to break.

“Do you trust me?” he pauses, waiting for your reply.

With guilt, you shyly nodded.

“That’s my good girl,” he lifts you up onto the edge of the sink. Kissing you along your neck and collarbones.

“Not there, you’ll leave a mark,” you stop him.

“Right, . . . sorry,” he pouts. With how far you’ve already taken the situation, you decided to let go of all senses of your morals.

“Come here,” you reach for his face, pulling him back into a kiss. Shocked that you took the lead, but relieved, he places his hand on your wet spot. The feeling of his fingers brushing over your clit makes you throb inside.

“Look at how messy you’re getting and I haven’t even put my fingers in you yet,” he crosses his fingers. “I know you like it when I do this.”

The twisting motion inside you sends waves of pleasure throughout your body, making your toes curl. Hot breaths escape your wet lips, feeling yourself come closer to ecstasy. Before you could reach your climax, Kenma pulls his fingers out.

“No, no no,” you whined.

“What’s wrong?” he cocked his head, knowing damn well what he’s doing. “You know begging doesn’t work on me, you need to show that you want it.” He leans in closer to your blushing ear. “Now get on those pretty knees of yours.”

The glazed look in your eyes catches Kenma’s attention. A smirk tugs across his face, gently gripping your throat, embracing you into another wet kiss. His teeth softly grazes your bottom lip as he pulls away. Reluctantly, you get on your knees.

You work your tongue, stroking up and down his cock. “Fuck,” he grunts, giving you a sense of pride. Impatiently, you start to touch yourself to relieve that aching feeling,

“Ah, ah, ah,” Kenma pulls you by the hair to get you off his cock. He grabs both of your wrists and pins them over your head against the edge of the sink, preventing you from touching yourself. “I’m not gonna let you take that satisfaction away from me. Now open your mouth nice and wide, and stick your tongue out.”

Your hips squirm and tremble, doing as he says.

“Hrmph!” the impact of his cock thrusts to the back of your throat, his grip tightening around your wrists. Tears stream down your cheeks and saliva dribbles down your chin, taking in every thrust he gives you. You choke on his load, filling you so much that you can’t do anything but swallow.

“You think I’m done?” he pushes you to the floor and turns you over, pinning one leg to your chest. The glint in his eyes tells you how long he’s been waiting for this moment. A single, long, moment to put you in a sloppy daze. You can feel his thumb brushing over your slick folds before pressing it in. Although you’re already a soaking mess down there, he wants to make sure you're fully prepped before going in raw.

“Don’t forget, I have you all to myself for more than a few hours,” he says in your ear as he slowly penetrates you. The tip hits you in the right spot making your walls flutter. Only the sound of your panting and moaning escape your lips.

You forgot how rough Kenma gets when his stress builds up and he has nowhere to vent it off on, but that privilege was taken away from him when you and Kuroo started your relationship. Admittedly, you miss Kenma from before he knew about your relationship with his best friend. You didn’t know how he truly felt about it and didn’t want to ask. You avoided wanting to ask ‘cause you’re scared about knowing how he really feels. The day you confronted him about it was also when he started to become distant and detached from you. 

Slowly, your mind enters a daze, getting lost in the comfort you find from his guilty pleasure.