#also rin like them on your hips he thinks there is something about them being there that makes them pretty

[javiersprincess]

bllk men are super into stretch marks btw

[seoulmatez]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐸𝒴𝐸𝒮 — attractive things they do

info ⭑  includes: itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, mikage reo, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu ﾉ suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ all character written 19+  

₊˚ପ⊹ RIN guides you by your waist. when you’re playing around and purposely blocking his path, his arms stretch out to take a hold of you before effortlessly reversing your positions with the click of his tongue and an easy, lazy smirk. it’s also one of the few physical actions he’ll display in public, preferring it over holding hands or slinging an arm around your shoulders. he can see you this way, keep you in his sights. when you’re not paying any mind to your surroundings and nearly walk into traffic, he pulls you into him and gives you a squeeze, leaning down to whisper “be careful” against your skin. you jump at his touch and the feel of his breath tickling your ear, cheeks burning with the reminder of where his hands were roaming and exploring the night before.

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU walks around the apartment in sweatpants that hang incredibly low on his hips. your focus shifts from the pot of water you’re waiting to boil to ryusei as he pads into the kitchen after finishing his shower. beads of water drip from his hair onto his bare chest and roll down his tanned skin until they reach his v-line. you don’t realize the water on the stove has come to a boil until shidou clears his throat, jerking his head at the stove. “you’re staring real hard, pretty,” he drawls with a lazy grin. it only takes a few strides for him to close the gap between the two of you. his hands grip the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place as fuchsia eyes filled with mischief stare down at your figure. “something more you wanna see?”

₊˚ପ⊹ OLIVER intently stares at your lips whenever you’re talking. to be fair, each conversation starts with his eyes on yours but they always happen to drift down to your mouth. he takes in their natural pout and the subtle shine that your chapstick leaves behind on them. eventually, his mind begins to wander. he thinks about how soft they would feel sucking hickeys onto the pulse of his neck and across his collarbone or wrapped around the head of his—"are you even listening?“ you ask with crossed arms, the corners of your lips turnings down in a frown. "of course i am,” he tells you, finally dragging his gaze up to your eyes. “i just hear you better this way, that’s all.”

₊˚ପ⊹ REO puts his hands over yours every time you reach for your wallet to pay. he can feel the way your fingers wriggle beneath his palm, but he ignores the movement, intertwining his fingers with yours while he pulls out his card and hands it to the cashier. he’s got more money to his name than he knows what to do with, so it only makes sense for him to spoil you. he might smile and breathe out a laugh when you slap his shoulder and frown, sulking about how you feel bad for spending all his money, but he hears you. if you really feel like paying him back, he can think of a couple of ways you could do so—some that are better suited taking place in the bedroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ KAISER tilts your chin up with his finger whenever you refuse to look at him. it shouldn’t surprise you, seeing him offer fans smiles and hugs, but you can’t help but think about it when the two of you are taking your leave. “are you seriously mad?” he asks from beside you, and it wouldn’t have upset you if he didn’t laugh like it was unreasonable. you scoff and roll your eyes but before you’re able to make it any closer to the door, you’re being tugged back. all too suddenly, kaiser is in front of you, his hooked finger angling your head up and forcing you to meet his azure gaze. “you know i only have eyes for you, right?” he murmurs, like his words are meant for you and you alone. he’ll show you that his statement holds true when you get home.

₊˚ପ⊹ YUKIMIYA uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe away his sweat. on the occasion that you accompany him to a weekend practice or individual workout, you tend to look out for it. after the intense training when he’s cooling down, you watch attentively as he drags the hem of his shirt across his upper lip to collect the beads of perspiration. the motion leaves his abdomen exposed, putting the defined lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair peeking out from his shorts on display. your staring isn’t as discreet as you think it is but yukimiya doesn’t mind it. even after he catches you gawking, he keeps his shirt pulled up so as to not interrupt your view. when finally do look up at him, he’s peering at you over his glasses, tongue running along his lower lip.

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[rinsoap]

SONGS THEY LOVE TO MAKE OUT TO!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro. iwaizumi hajime. atsumu miya.

note : me after incorporating my music hyperfixation into all my works. also can u tell im so obsessed with all of these men's arms n hands.

SUNA RINTARO: REDBONE BY CHILDISH GAMBINO

makeouts with suna are always distracting you. this night was no different except for the fact that you're on the floor. well, you're sittting on the rug beside his bed that's pushed up to the wall. he's sitting against it, and you're in his lap facing him. you're on your phone, not paying attention to the boy directly in front of you, too busy trying to instruct one of your project partners on how to use microsoft. suna is not usually jealous. who cares if someone's into you? it's not like they have a chance. you never entertain them anyways. he just misses you. he was out of the city for a week for an away game, and he's hardly kissed you since he left. he's had awaken, my love! by childish gambino playing for a while now, head lolling back on the bed, bored out of his mind. "babyyyy" he hums in complaint after you giggle at your phone. "hold on rin, i'm almost done... god these people are so stupid, i swear i'm literally carrying this project" you roll your eyes as your fingers fly across the screen, the tapping filling the silence until your boyfriend groans and brings his head up to look at your pretty face. the intro of redbone kicks in, and his mind starts racing, thinking about all the times he's kissed your lips to this song. his hand snakes around your waist, and you feel his thumb start tracing hearts into your skin. "you're too pretty to be worrying about school," suna pouts, "you should pay attention to... other things..." his suspicious trail off causing your eyes to flick to his face, but before you could find his eye contact, he was planting kisses onto your neck. "rin," you whine, winding up to tell him off, but he makes his way up to your jaw, grinning against your cheek when you catch his eye. "rin i can't..." you sigh, incredibly receptive to his touch despite your words, dropping your phone still open on your messages to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "you just look so beautiful, can’t stop myself," he mumbles before pressing his lips against yours, hands making their way to hold the dip between your jaw and neck. you lean into his desperate kiss, and when your fingers carress the nape of his neck, you feel him smile. "missed you so much baby"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME: NIGHTS BY FRANK OCEAN

makeouts with iwaizumi always start out polite. it's always just one kiss, something casual, until he starts getting needier. you had dragged your boyfriend into another late afternoon nap, him shirtless, and you wearing one of his faded graphic t-shirts. you're woken by the sunlight beaming through iwaizumi's ineffective blinds. his arm is lazily holding you and he's laying on his stomach, you're on your back. you place your hand on his forearm and hum along to the end of hold on by the internet. you had forgotten you put on a playlist. you hear iwaizumi grunt and you giggle. "you awake finally?" he teases, turning on his side to face you and you do the same. "take a guess, genius" you quip back and he tsks. he doesn't say anything though, chest to chest and noses touching, he just stares into your eyes. sometimes he wakes up with you next to him and he is baffled at how he managed to pull someone as gorgeous as you. his eyes only break from yours to flick to your lips, and you can tell he's trying to be discreet by the way they immediately dart back. the song changes, and you both smile at each other knowingly. you were about to exclaim that he should just kiss you, but he interrupts that thought to oblige, and your face goes hot. his kisses still gave you butterflies despite being with him for so long. you kiss him back, matching the way he deepens it, hands over your hips as he pulls you onto him. you gasp at the sudden nature of it, and he grins against your mouth. you break free and move your hands from the sides of his face to his bare chest, but he pulls you closer to kiss up your shoulder and your collarbones and ultimately brings you back to kiss him. as the beat switches, his strong arms hold you tighter, closing whatever distance the two of you might have had before. he groans in your mouth when your hands tangle in his hair, tugging on it slightly when he quietly mumbles, "i love you". he could kiss you all day if he could, and he acts like it.

MIYA ATSUMU: ONE NIGHT ONLY BY SONDER

makeouts with atsumu are intense and frequent. he loves pda, he's the type of guy to use any excuse to show off his girl, and is that such a crime?! he needs to stop kissing you at parties though, i fear you've become that couple. you were both a little tipsy, and when atsumu drinks, he can't take his hands off of you. so when he started kissing on your neck, you rushed him to the bathroom to avert everyone's eyes from the pda. you shut the door behind you, and atsumu quickly takes the opportunity to close the distance between you two until he had you pressed against the door. "oh, hey," you say with a sarcastic smirk that he matches. "hi baby," he bites his lip, looking you up and down and then back to your eyes, "you look so fucking good... i couldn't stop looking at ya, princess" he knows he's not subtle. your heart beats to the bass of the song playing through the door as he cups your cheeks in his big hands. he leans in to kiss you fervently, leaving you breathless and almost as needy as him. his hands thread through your hair and yours do the same as he nips at your lips playfully. you giggle and he pulls back just enough to speak, resting his forehead on yours. "you're so perfect" is all he says before he starts peppering you face and neck with soft kisses, working his way up back to your lips to capture you in a kiss much more intense comparatively. his hands roam your back, and you melt into his touch as the two of you intertwine. the world fades away, it's just you and him and the song. "hey are y'all done in there or what?" osamu knocks irritably, gladly interrupting you much to both of your displeasure. you laugh, and atsumu rolls his eyes. "yeah yeah whatever," he calls out, planting one last kiss on your cheek before you drag him out of the bathroom, "this will be continued later, promise you baby" he's so corny

[eetherealgoddess]

Hihi

Could you do a fic where reader is like a driver 4 bonten and something comes up so she has to like pick (u cld do all or chose one it doesn't matter) them up then some smut, noncon and fem reader.

Thx in advance if you'll write this, I've been searching for a writer that does noncon🥲

Hope you enjoy this! Also hope you don’t mind about a little mxm between the men in it! Also dark ending!!

Also I’m thinking of making an au where the guys are poly with each other and the reader is added to it or walks in on it or something idk yet but lmk in the comments or requests what you think about that.

ꨄBonten’s Propertyꨄ

Part Two

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦You pick up your boss and fellow executives from the club❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Bonten’s Property

“Why do I have to pick them up from the club?” You whine, giving Kokonoi a disturbed look as you stare at his sitting figure, focusing on the laptop in front of him.

“You were specifically requested tonight.” He continues to type as you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, but not by our boss. All the guys are gonna do is terrorize me while I’m trying to drive.” You cross your arms as you rest on one leg, hip poking out as you shake your head.

“Boss is with them currently so I assume he relayed the message.” You groan. “You better get going so you don’t anger him.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know Koko.” You finally walk away, snatching the keys as you make your way out of the shared penthouse, heading to the car and unlocking the door before hopping in.

You’re not usually one to pick up the men from the club considering how wild they get, usually only Kakucho or Takeomi could handle the ride, though when you do, you’re usually efficient. Even when Sanzu messes with the wheel or Kazutora tickles your neck to distract you. Even when Ran blows smoke in your face or when Rin pours alcohol on you. Mikey’s not with them usually, so you have no idea how that’s going to be, hopefully he stays a little professional considering you’ve never seen him drunk or high.

Worse comes to worse you can use the partition to divide the front seats from the back which is what you’ve done before. Still, who wants to drive a bunch of drunk or high idiots around? Hopefully they’re not too rowdy, they’ve never been bad enough to prevent you from driving all of you home at a good time. You sigh as you pull up in front of the large club, nodding at the security guard to signal your arrival for Bonten. He nods back before walking into the doors.

You scroll on your phone, waiting for what felt like an hour before you heard the car’s doors opening. Laughter and slurred speech could be heard as the men entered the car, your body tensing into professionalism when you see your boss through the rearview mirror enter, tightening your grip on the wheel. Sanzu sits in the passenger seat with a pink face, eyeing you before smirking. You ignore him as you double check that everyone is situated before driving off.

You ignore their conversations, Kazutora, Sanzu, and the Haitani brothers conversing about the women, drugs, and alcohol all the while Mikey eyes the window a dazed look on his expression as well as a warm face. One of your eyebrows raise as you find humor in your boss's look, unknown to whether he was high or drunk though definitely not sober. You continue the drive peacefully in your own zone as you eye the dark road.

“Y/n, why didn’t you come to party?” Kazutora questions with a smile.

“I don’t ‘party’ like you guys.”

“I think we should’ve hired you as a stripper rather than an executive.” Ran says, his eyes slightly narrowing as he smirks in your direction.

“Yeah, I would’ve paid to see you on stage any day.” Rin adds as he eyes your expression from the side.

Of course, you made a mistake in thinking that they might not fuck with you during this ride considering their boss is here. You ignore their remarks as you continue to drive. Your grip clenches around the wheel once more when you feel a poke against your side.

“Heyy! You’re being spoken to.” Sanzu says as he glares at you.

“Yeah don’t ignore us!” Kazutora whines playfully, poking you until you flinch, using one of your hands to swatt him away. You grit your teeth as you feel a cold liquid running down your thigh, glancing over to see Rin pouring his bottle once more as he chuckles and Ran smiles wider, finding humor in torturing you.

“Goddamnit!” You hiss as you snatch the open bottle and throw it out of the window.

“Awe you’re no fun.” Rin frowns, leaning back into his seat with crossed arms. Ran passes the recently lit blunt you hadn’t even noticed to Sanzu who breathed in a huge wad of smoke just to blow it in your face, slightly blocking your vision as you wave it away.

You continue to ignore them considering what they want is a response, so you drive down the road. You don’t notice the way your boss eyes the situation with amusement as well as staring at you through the mirror, warmth from the drug Sanzu gave him invading all of his senses as his face turns darker, heavy eyes shifting around the car.

“Want some, boss?” Kazutora questions Mikey, handing him the blunt as he takes it from him, breathing in a huge hit before blowing it out slowly. They all praise their boss as he relaxes in his seat. You slightly chuckle before focusing your attention back on the road. You just couldn’t help but find humor in your boss’s laid back behavior for once.

“Here.” He leans over to hand it to you, though you only glance at the flower.

“Oh boss, you can keep it, I don’t smoke.” Honestly, you’re lying because you like smoking. You just don’t want to be high around them or behind the wheel.

“Take it.”

“I can’t smoke behind the wheel.” You say sheepishly.

“Pull over.” Your eyes widen. What the hell?

“B-boss, that’s not necessary.”

“Are you defying the King?” Sanzu growls, narrowing his eyes.

“What? N-no, I just…”

“Then why aren’t you listening?” Kazutora questions.

“Boss clearly gave you an order.” Rin says as his brother eyes you.

All of this over a fucking blunt? What's gotten into them?

“Boss, I’m not disrespecting you, I just thought you wanted to get home! I can smoke in the penthouse if anything.”

“Pull over, now.” You didn’t hesitate to find an empty spot to pull over in, parking the car once you reached it with a shaky hand.

This is so weird.

You take the blunt from Mikey’s hand and put it to your lips, inhaling a little before blowing out.

“More.” You look at your boss from the rearview mirror with confusion.

“I still have to drive, I don’t think I should smoke…”

The barrel of a gun to your head causes you to quiet down, eyeing Sanzu who’s holding the weapon.

“What was that?” Ran teases. “Could you repeat what you just said?”

You glare at them before setting it back to your lips, inhaling deeply before you blow out a huge cloud of smoke, tears forming in your eyes as the burning sensation overtakes your throat.

I don’t understand why they’re making such a big deal out of this.

“Since you can’t drive you should sit in the back seat.” Kazutora says with a fake concerned expression.

“I was ordered to be the driver so I’ll be okay. None of you can drive, anyway.”

“No, it’s alright. Come here.” Following your boss’s order, you reluctantly open the door, hopping out of the driver's seat before opening the back door, blunt still in hand.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassment as you climb in, feeling the intense gazes as you settle into your seat squished in between Mikey and Kazutora who don’t bother to move over, the Haitani brothers having already shifted to the empty seats across from you as well as Sanzu who sits beside the siblings, gun hidden. You squirm awkwardly into your seat as you inhale the leaf once more. Holding the smoke in as a hand on your chin forces you to turn to your right.

“Blow into my mouth.” You try to move your head from Kazutora’s hand, the burning sensation catching up to you, forcing you to blow in his direction, his mouth slightly open as he sucks in the air, his lips barely grazing yours.

This is definitely too intimate. What drugs did they take because marijuana doesn’t do this.

The air feels suffocating as warmth builds, gazes becoming heated as your eyebrows furrow. Suddenly, the hand on your chin moves to the back of your head as your lips are forced to meet with Kazutora’s. Your eyes widen as your hands immediately push against his chest, his hold stronger as he keeps you in place, golden eyes staring into your orbs. Biting his lip only caused a moan from him as he leaned into you, the metallic taste mixing in with mary jane and alcohol.

When he finally releases you, because you were still shoving away from him, you accidentally land on your boss’s chest. Immediate fear causes you to sit up, though you were stopped by arms wrapping around your waist, your head resting against his shoulder, positioned in between the leg that's propped on the seat and the other one on the ground as he leans against the door. Kazutora grabs the blunt from you as he takes a hit from it.

“B-boss?” You question as his hands slowly roam up your blouse, your face heated as the warmth of his hands rests on your breasts that are covered by your bra. “W-wait! Mi- boss! Stop!”

“Are you telling me what to do?” His breath causes tingles down your neck as his lips meet your ear.

“Two times in a row, not a good look for you, Y/n.” Ran says, ignoring his erection under his pants.

“Wait, I just need some air or something! I need to be okay to drive!” Your chest rises and falls as Mikey squeezes your breasts, your hands grabbing his wrists to pull them off though his strength is firm, even when intoxicated.

“You’re not being a very good executive, Y/n. So disobedient.” Rin taunts before he grabs one of your ankles, removing your shoe as well as Kazutora doing the same with your other after handing Ran the wood. You attempt to pull your legs back, forgetting how you are the weakest amongst these men. Sanzu moves to the floor board next to the upper half of your body as Ran moves to the lower, unbuckling your pants as you struggle against Mikey’s hold, blunt in his lips.

“Y-yeah I’m telling all of you to stop! This isn’t profession-!” You’re cut off by Sanzu’s lips, his hand cupping your face as Mikey’s tongue slithers against your ear. Saliva falls down your chin as your hand reaches to push against Sanzu’s chest while the Haitani brothers and Kazutora pull down your pants, revealing your panties. Your eyes become wider as you start kicking your legs, whimpering against Sanzu’s mouth as you try to break free only for Kazutora and Rin to hold your legs apart as Ran uses a finger to trail down your slit through the fabric before he hands the leaf to his brother.

One of Sanzu’s hands pulls your blouse over your chest before he moves back to pull it off, Mikey helping in the process as he holds your arms still.

“Guys! You’re too intoxicated! St-stop, now!”

Rin’s lips trail down your leg, rubbing your thigh in the process while the blunt lies in between his index and middle finger. Kazutora mimics, though removing your sock before he licks your foot, a tingling sensation going up your spine.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Mikey whispers against your ear, unclipping your bra before he forces it off of you, of course you make it harder by preventing the handles from being removed from your arms. He tears them, throwing your bra to the side as one of his arms circle around your waist while the other hand reaches your nipple. Sanzu grabs the other mound in his hand before he lowers his head, eyeing you through heavy lids, his lips circling around your nub as you frantically try to move.

Ran lowers his head as he uses a finger to move your panties to the side.

“As pretty as I’d thought it’d be.” He says before he uses both hands to pull them down, Rin grabs them as he throws them to the side before handing Sanzu the blunt. Ran analyzes your pussy with a sly smile, using a finger to gather the slight slick that’s formed before sucking his finger and releasing a quiet moan.

“Stop touching me!” You exclaim, everything becoming overwhelming as your boss and coworkers roam your body, Sanzu pulling your nipple as he takes another hit.

“Relax.” He says before placing it against your lips. You move your head away before he roughly grabs your chin and forces you to face him.

“Smoke it.” He demands. You blatantly shake your head.

“No! No more of that or any of this!” You hiss as you move up once more, only for you to let out a high pitched scream of pain once Sanzu places the burning wood against your arm. Tears fall from the pain as your face becomes hot. Your other hand grips the arm that was just burnt. You shakily wipe away the residue ash left on your skin.

“Say that again.” He says before placing the blunt against your mouth. You inhale before holding it in and blowing out once more. He wipes the sweat off your forehead as he keeps it against your mouth, you having to inhale more before breathing the smoke out again, mellowing out although your heart continues to race.

Your body jolts as you feel a wet muscle slithering against your clit. Ran’s tongue flicks your nub before his lips close around, sucking as he slightly bobs his head. Kazutora sucks his fingers before sliding his hand down, bending over as he uses two fingers to ease into your wet pussy. Your hole clenches around his fingers as your hips twitch, biting your lip as you hold back from releasing any sound as your eyes shut tightly.

Suddenly, hands grab your hips as you're pushed up, legs hovering over your head as your body is bent. The wetness moves to your ass as his tongue glides against your anus.

“Hah! Not there! Stop it, please!” Tears fall in humiliation as he eats you out, Rin positioning himself to eat your pussy as Kazutora angles his fingers, gliding in and out slowly as he holds pressure to your g-spot before pulling out again, watching your pussy contract intensely. A tongue runs along your clit repeatedly flicking the nub before he sucks it. Sanzu and Mikey hold up your legs as they kiss and lick your neck before leaving hickeys and pinching the skin between their teeth, Mikey handing Sanzu the roach before he throws it out of the cracked window, returning his hand to your nipple.

As Kazutora accelerates his fingers, your hips slightly meet his hand as the brothers eat you out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with your mouth slightly ajar, head falling back on Mikey’s shoulder.

“Ran.”

“Yes boss?”

“Pull out my cock.” He complies, pulling Mikey’s sweats down as well as his underwear, revealing his hard girth. You tense once you feel his head against your ass.

“W-wait, Mikey there’s no lube. Please don’t!”

“My King, I can help.” He says with a dazed look.

Mikey eyes him for a second before he nods his head, Sanzu and Ran switching placements as Ran settles next to her upper body and Sanzu moves to Mikey’s throbbing cock. A groan leaves Mikey’s lips, brushing against your ear as Sanzu lowers his head, lips circling around Mikey’s tip before shoving his cock deep within his throat.

You feel your boss’s hips jerk as his head falls back against the car’s window. Another moan leaves his mouth as you hear the mixture of saliva and precum combining as Sanzu pulls his head back and forth steadily, making sure to wet his king’s cock to the fullest.

“Knew he’d be eager to suck Mikey’s cock.” Rin whispers against your pussy as Kazutora and Ran chuckle at his statement. Sanzu pulls his head back and uses his hand to angle Mikey’s cock against your anus. Your body is forced to drop on his thick cock, tears escaping as the pain shoots up your back.

“Fuck!” You cry out, “Take it out! Take it out, you fucking assholes!” Kazutora removes his fingers as Rin pulls back, sitting in their seats as they pull out their own hard cocks, using spit to rub themselves off. Once Mikey’s cock was stuffed all the way into your ass, he held it there as he basked in your warmth. Sanzu hovers over you as he uses his own spit to wet himself. You jolt when his head meets your pussy lips.

Your hands grip Sanzu’s shoulders as he eases into your pussy, fortunately the juice that was already there makes it less painful, though your hole clenched around his girth as you're full from both sides.

“Relax your muscles.” Ran whispers in your ear as his own hand wraps around his cock, while the other caresses your head.

“I can’t! It hurts!” You exclaim as your eyes shut tightly. Your head falls back once more, Ran leaving a kiss along your jaw.

“Yes you can. Just breathe.” You had no choice but to comply as you tried to get through the pain, breathing heavily as Sanzu and Mikey began to move slowly. A drawn out moan escapes Sanzu as the pressure from Mikey’s cock could be felt through your walls, causing extra friction.

Time passed and their hips began to accelerate, the car filling with five men’s moans as all of them thrust their hips, pulsating cocks engulfed in warmth. Sanzu’s cock, angled to hit your g-spot, causes an intense pleasure that contrasts with the lingering pain from Mikey’s cock stretching your ass. The agony numbing out as you begin to fill a pleasurable fullness as your body rocks up and down, nails piercing through Sanzu’s fabric. You grunt as your ass clenches around Mikey’s cock, barely holding back a moan as the friction causes you to near your orgasm.

“Tell me how good it feels.” Mikey hissed against your ear, hand reaching around your throat as he slams his hips against your ass, speeding up.

“It doesn’t!” You cry out. “I-it feels terrible! Get out of me!” A loud moan accidentally leaves your mouth when Sanzu’s pace becomes faster, ambushing your g-spot repeatedly. A sharp pinch against your nipple causes you to yelp.

“Lie again.” Mikey growls, “Tell me the truth or I’ll blow your brains out as soon as I cum.”

“Fuck, this is so hot.” Kazutora hissed as his head falls back, rubbing his cock violently as his erection pulsates in his grip. Rin bites his own lip as he thrusts his hand, rubbing a thumb over his slit as he watches the display.

“Come on, angel. Be good for us, yeah?” Ran breathlessly says as he brings himself closer, hand gripping your head as he ruts against his other hand.

Your body convulses, warmth overcoming your abdomen as your hips grind hard against the two cocks, head back as your mouth hangs open with a silent scream.

“F-fuck! I’m… ah! Cumming!”

“Shit!” Rin hissed as his hand moves faster, your voice turning all of them on as they continue to work for their own orgasm.

You cry out from Mikey and Sanzu continuing their assault, thrusts becoming sloppier as they cause you to overstimulate, your hips frantically grinding back as the feeling becomes all too overwhelming, nose scrunching as your nails scratch Sanzu.

“Say it now! Tell us how good it feels to be full of our cocks! Right now, Y/n!” Sanzu growls, pink hue covering his face as he gazes into your eyes with a lustful, crazed glare.

“Feels good! S’ fucking good, hah! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum again!”

In reality, post nut clarity will definitely come soon considering how violated you truly feel, though the feeling of being so full and your g-spot being abused causes your body to react, pussy contracting as you’re brought to your second orgasm, the men following along right after as they all release their loads.

You feel Sanzu and Mikey’s cum shoot deeply inside of you, so much coming out as some of the liquid spills out of your ass and pussy.

“Y-you all violated me.” You growl in anger as tears spill from your eyes, cocks pulling out of you causing you to grunt from the residue pain.

“You liked it.” Kazutora frowns as your vision becomes blurry.

“You should rest. Sounds like the weed is getting to your head.” Rin snorts.

Before you could prevent it, your eyes fluttered shut, darkness engulfing you into a deep sleep.

The next day, the men sat in the meeting room, awaiting your arrival. When you didn’t show up, Kakucho went to check your room, only to find you balled up in the blankets on your bed, hiding your whole body.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t answer, he walked out of the room back towards the meeting to relay the message. The meeting continued without you. When it was over, Kazutora visited your room.

“Y/n? Why are you acting like this?” He says as he sits on the bed next to your figure. His eyebrow raises when his hand reaches your form, squeezing it before he stands up and snatches the blankets back, revealing an empty space.

“Shit!” He hissed in anger.

Two years pass and you just got out of your therapy appointment, walking to your car before you hopped in and drove to your apartment. You knew that the only way you could leave Bonten was by death or running away. So you decided to make a new life for yourself in a different country, far away from Japan.

You knew the job was toxic anyway but you didn’t know that you’d be violated sexually. You’re in a better head space, though you do have moments where you can feel the hands all over you, not scrubbing your body hard enough as your skin raws. Your new boyfriend, along with your friends and therapist have helped you grow positively as you slowly let your past go.

Entering your apartment, you expect to see your boyfriend in the living room on video games, not his limbs detached from his torso, or head decapitated as it’s rolled in between someone’s feet. Nor did you expect to see blood all over your carpet as well as the frames and paintings broken, thrown off the walls, glass shards everywhere. Your trembling hand covers your mouth as you eye the five men you never wanted to see again, staring at you with cold stoic expressions, worse than any angry look you could’ve ever received.

Hyperventilating, you turn on your heel to run back out your front door, only to run into Takeomi’s chest.

“No, no, no! Let me out, Takeomi! You don’t know what they did to me!” Your fists hit his back as he swings you over his shoulder.

“Oh I know. Now they’re pussy whipped and can’t get over you. Not even boss. You’re lucky you’re not gonna be killed, but there’s no way we’re letting you out of our sight again. Consider yourself, Bonten’s property.” He says as he walks to the car.

You continue struggling in his grip as tears leave from your eyes, crying out in anger and devastation over your boyfriend’s gruesome death. The life you created for yourself being torn from your grasp as another thing important is snatched away. You mourn your lost freedom as well as what’s to come.

[itoshiexx]

pretty

synopsis: when your insecurities get the best of you, rin comes to the rescue to make sure you know you're so much more than pretty.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 845 | warnings: established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, insecurities, i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but reader is implied to wear makeup, suggestive at the end!!, aged up characters

notes: it’s me, hi, i'm the problem it's me! i'm back with this idea i had while i was trying some clothes. kinda hate how this turned out but whatever, i'm sad

masterlist part 2 (nsfw)

you never really took long to get ready. it was one of the reasons rin loved you so much: you were practical with your outfit and your makeup, and very good at managing your time. for someone as the young itoshi, who screamed practicality, you were a perfect match.

it is why rin is standing up from his place on the living room’s couch, sprinting towards your shared bedroom — to understand why you are taking so long. if you don’t leave soon, you might be late for your dinner reservations. 

entering the bedroom door, rin spots you easily. you are standing in front of the mirror, with nothing but your underwear on, staring at your reflection with a lost gaze.

he decides he doesn’t like this gaze on you.

“what’s wrong?” his question seems to break you from whatever stupor you were in; his bluntness catching you off guard in an unusual manner, since you were used to your boyfriend’s direct nature.

rin is met with silence. your lips part and close several times, but nothing comes out. his brows furrow, and he takes a few steps inside to take a closer look to you. 

your hands are wandering through your skin — from the plush of your thighs, your hips, the curve of your waist, stopping at your tummy. then, they move further to your ribs, chest, shoulders, up until your neck. 

it’s like you’re analyzing something, although rin can’t quite pinpoint what it is. he could almost say you’re admiring yourself, if not for the slight furrow of your brows and the crisp on your lips.

“do you… do you think i’m pretty, rin?” 

your voice is so small it scares him for a moment. he wasn’t expecting such a question. nevertheless, rin takes a few more steps until he’s right behind you in the mirror, and his arms find home in your waist in a tight embrace. you shiver feeling the material of his white button up shirt against your bare skin. 

you feel his scrutinizing gaze from over your shoulder, and you have to fight the urge to hide. it’s silly, and you know; because you never have to hide from rin. he has seen you, all of you, way too many times. 

but there’s just something about this moment that makes you feel so little and so insecure, because the stupid voices in your head keep telling you bad things about yourself. and you also know that they are just intrusive thoughts, and that you shouldn’t listen to them, but right now it’s really fucking hard. 

“pretty?” he repeats, a little breathless. his eyes wander through every bit of you, like he’s trying to commit to memory. “you’re asking me if i think you’re pretty?”

you shake your head. “forget it, i shouldn’t have asked—”

“love,” rin interrupts your rambling, “you are so much more than pretty.”

you blink a few times, unsure you heard him right. rin’s hold on you tightens. 

“you are beautiful.” he rests his chin on your shoulder, still staring intently at your figure. “you are… god. you’re breathtaking.”

he leaves a featherlight kiss on your neck, and you can’t help but feel incredibly shy under his strong gaze. rin stares at you as if you are the most beautiful creature that has ever landed on earth, like some sort of divine being that came from the heavens to bless every human lucky enough to deserve to cross your path. probably because, to him, that was exactly what you were.

and rin was the luckiest of them all, for he was the one who you chose to call “lover”, the one that could spend every minute of his existence by your side, bathing in your glow, basking in the warmth of every one of your smiles. 

he was the one that could feel the texture of your skin beneath his fingertips and worship your body like some kind of temple, giving all the love it deserved. and if you were asking him that question, well… then maybe he wasn’t worshiping you enough. 

“baby,” his right hand leaves your waist and trails all the way to your shoulder, where he leaves another kiss. “look at me.”

you shake your head no. you miss the way his expression turns pained. “please?”

you sigh. you’re such a goner for itoshi rin. and he knows that anything he asks in that tone will be granted. so, albeit hesitantly, you do what he says, and meet his gaze in the mirror. 

the small smile he gives you is enough to send your heart into a frenzy, giving you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that always appear when it comes to him.

“you are everything good in this world,” he says, like it’s the truth, like it’s all he’s ever known.

then, gently turning you around to face him, he grips your waist tightly and brings his face impossibly close to yours, until your noses are touching and his lips are hovering above yours.

“and i will show you just how much.”

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x Student reader (5)

Have I said how much I love Amaimon? I’ve been writing so much with him this weekend 😂😂😂 I did get an interesting Mephisto request that should be out in a few days.

“He walked me home!” You squeal, throwing your arms around Shiemi from behind. “Izumo, you were wrong!” You squeeze Shiemi tightly as you speak. “And I stayed for dinner!” You gush as you run into your friends in the hallway before class.

“____, please, use an indoor voice. It’s too early.” Bon sighs, but you can’t hold back your excitement; your soulmate walked you home last night and invited you for dinner! “I also had dinner with him.”

“Let me guess.” Izumo starts hand on her hip. “Mephisto invited you for dinner and made Amaimon walk you home.”

“….”

“See?”

“Oh! What about this? After I made the cookies for him, I told him I would see him tomorrow, and he asked if I was going somewhere. When I told him I was going home, he said he didn’t tell me I could leave.”

Shima shakes his head. “Dude, that’s not something to brag about.”

“He didn’t want me to leave!”

Rin frowns. “It’s controlling.” The others nod in agreement, except the angel you’re currently hanging onto.

Shiemi pats your arm, indicating you’re starting to squeeze her a bit too tight. “Oh! Sorry Shiemi.” You give her a quick hug before releasing her and turning your attention to Shima.

“Okay, Shima, so I want you to look me in the eye and say if a hot chick told you ‘I didn’t say you could leave,’ you’d be turned off.” You narrow your eyes when he doesn’t respond. “Come on, Shima, let’s hear it.” Konekomaru sighs. “She’s got you there, but I have to agree with everyone else though ______. Are you forgetting he tried to kill Rin, and he attacked the rest of us?”

“If I recall correctly, you guys attacked him; his focus was on Rin. So, yeah. I was there too, and he never targeted me.”

Bon raises a brow. “So, you were like invisible to him.”

“…”

“Ouch, Bon, that was mean,” Shima replies, frowning. “You’ve been really mean to her lately.” Bon flinches at the words. “I’m sorry ____, but I want you to realize the truth. I don’t understand what attracts you to him, and it’s strange that you fell for him so quickly, especially considering he was assaulting our friends when you decided to fall in love with him.” You keep quiet; Bon sighs when you don’t speak for a few minutes. “Are you seriously giving me the cold shoulder now? I’m trying to have a heart-to-heart with you.”

You shake your head. “Okay, but besides that, maybe I just wasn’t dumb enough to try to get into a fight I had no chance of winning. Risk my life for a fight I have zero chance of winning? Also fine! Okay? Amaimon didn’t notice me, and I was invisible to him. But I’m not now. We’re friends.”

“____-“ Bon freezes.

“What are you talking about? I saw you that night.”

You turn around to see Amaimon a few steps away from your group. How much did he hear? I don’t want him to find out from overhearing. I have to confess my love to him like a mostly normal person. “Uh, how much of our conversation did you hear?”

“That you’re not stupid like the rest of them.”

“Wait, how did you notice me? I wasn’t doing anything?” Was it love at first sight for him, too?

“You said something odd.”

“Which was?”

Amaimon shrugs, “I forget, but after you said it, I noticed you.”

“What did I say?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you lying?”

“Maybe. Who knows.”

A cold wave of fear washes over you. What the hell had you said that night? You said so many things, but what did he hear?

Rin, being the ever-so-supportive friend, takes a step toward Amaimon. “What do you want?”

“I’m going to class; move; you’re in my way.” He forces his way through the unusual barrier created by the boys as he makes his way to his classroom. He continues without looking back. As you attempt to follow him, Bon grips the back of your sweater. "Idiot. Where do you think you're going?”

“Math class?”

Bon stiffens, remembering your first class is with Amaimon. “R-right, yeah. Sorry. Just use your brain ____.”

“I am using my brain.”

Shima shakes his head. “Clearly, it’s broken.”

Waving to your friends over your shoulder, you make your way to math class, Wait, he’s going to be the first one there. What do I say? Do I say good morning? But I already kind of spoke to him in the hallway, so would it be weird if I said good morning?

Your concerns were moot because Amaimon slides his phone across the table the moment you sit down. “I want this.” You glance down at the screen to see a nicely decorated cake. “Oh.” It’s a five-layer cake, ‘chocolate & caramel ombre cake.’ Not only is it a lot of cake, but it’s decorated by an extremely talented person. “When do you want me to make it?”

“Tonight.”

“Oh. Amaimon, I don’t think I can make this cake. I’m not talented enough to decorate it like that.”

“I don’t care how it looks.”

You nod. “Oh good, uh, it’ll take at least three hours.”

“Okay.”

Okay? Okay, what? You stare at him, trying to understand what that ‘okay’ means. Does he want you to bake it another day? Not bake it at all because it’ll take too long? You aren’t a mind reader. “Okay?”

He doesn’t elaborate.

———————-

“Stay away from _____! You’re going to hurt her.” Rin glares at the demon king while blocking his path during lunch. He’s sick of listening to you speak about Amaimon. Hearing how Amaimon is using you, and expecting you to bake for him. Selfish asshole. Taking advantage of your weird crush.

Amaimon rolls the lollipop around in his mouth, annoyed with the half-demon blocking his way. “I’m not hurting her.”

“Yes, you are! Or you will, you know, emotionally? She has a huge crush on you, and you’re just leading her along. Stay away from her so you don’t hurt her feelings.” It doesn’t matter how often you claim you don’t care if Amaimon uses you; Rin doesn’t want to see you used. Good friends don’t let that happen.

“Crush?”

“Yes. You know, like she likes you.”

“Huh?”

Rin groans. “You idiot. Like she’s attracted to you, wants to go on dates, kiss, you know? Stuff like that.” And marry him and have kids. Rin rolls his eyes.

“Oh. Okay.”

“So, you’re going to leave her alone?” Relief starts to wash over him; he hadn’t expected Amaimon to agree so easily.

“No.”

“What?”

Amaimon turns his back to Rin, waving a hand over his shoulder. “I’m going to find _____ now.”

“For what?!” Is he going to bluntly tell you that he doesn’t like you? He’s going to hurt your feelings.

Amaimon pauses. “You know, to kiss and stuff like that.”

[icurwithme]

Pairs

All their friends were pairing up. Even Haruka had a boyfriend, as unbelievable as that was.

Sousuke wasn't jealous or anything. Really, he wasn't. It's just that being single in a group of rowdy (i.e. meddlesome) friends was tough.

They never shut up about his love life, or lack thereof. All while flaunting their happy relationships in front of him.

Okay. So, maybe he was a little jealous.

At least Tachibana was in the same boat. He'd never heard him talk about a love interest. What was wrong with them? They were two reasonably good-looking guys. There had to be someone out there for them.

They were at another gathering of extended friends and Rin had just gotten through another diatribe on how Sousuke shouldn't be alone. Sousuke'd had enough so he wandered off for some peace.

He came across Tachibana sitting on the couch sipping a drink. "Ah, a sane person," he said as he flopped down next to him.

Makoto chuckled. "Rin getting on your nerves again?" It was the truth that as good of friends as they were, they were also each others' biggest irritations.

Sousuke sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah. He just won't shut up about this dating thing." He glanced at the other man. "You know how it is, I'm sure." He gave him a backhanded slap on the arm. "I bet they don't leave you alone, either."

A strange look passed over his face that Sousuke couldn't place. "My case is a bit different."

Sousuke's eyebrows rose. "Oh? How so?"

A blush tinted Makoto's cheeks. "There's someone I like, but, um, we're not together."

Sousuke was trying to process that in his brain, and by the time he came back to the world Makoto had been called out of the room to help with something.

In the weeks that followed it stayed on Sousuke's mind. Why wasn't Makoto with the person he liked? Did they reject him? Who would do that? He was perfect. Handsome, honest, loyal, smart. What wasn't there to love?

He tried to subtly ask around about it to their friends. Most gave him disapproving, if not cold looks (honestly, he didn't understand that), and refused to answer.

Was liking this person shameful? Like a coach or somebody's mother? He wasn't sure why this was bugging him but it did. He had no clue who was Makoto's type.

It all came to a head when Nanase cornered him. "Stop poking around in Makoto's love life," he threatened in no uncertain terms.

Sousuke bristled. "Like you and Rin poke around in it?" He relished (though he shouldn't) the look on the swimmer's face.

"I wish he had better taste, and I can't dissuade how he feels, but you shouldn't be sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." With that Nanase left.

Sousuke was mad, and more curious than ever, as to who this mystery person was. Honestly, he was coming to despise whoever it was. They were blind if they couldn't see what a catch Makoto was.

He almost wished he knew who it was so he could punch them. They didn't deserve Makoto. He was too good for them.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. Sousuke was surprised to find the very person who'd been occupying his thoughts. "Makoto. Come in."

Green eyes crinkled in an unconvincing smile. "Thanks. I hope I wasn't disturbing?"

Sousuke shook his head. "No, I was just thinking." 'Mostly about you.'

"Oh," he took a breath. "I heard Haru came to see you today."

Warning bells went off in Sousuke's head. "Um, yeah."

Makoto faced him with his hands on his hips. "Was it because you've been asking around about who it is I like?"

Sousuke blanched, he knew! He rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess?"

"Why does this matter so much to you?"

Now that was the question, wasn't it? He swallowed around the knot in his throat. "Because whoever it is is an idiot, and you shouldn't be with an idiot!" He couldn't stop the words spewing out of his mouth.

Makoto's eyebrows rose, making his impossibly green eyes seem larger. "An idiot?"

"Yes! If this person can't see that you're the best, then they're an idiot. Heck, I'd date you in a heartbeat."

Makoto was silent as he stared at Sousuke. "You would date me?" his voice had gone quiet.

Sousuke froze where he stood. Did he just say that? He did, didn't he? It was the truth too, he could feel it. "I would." He would, if given the chance. Why, oh why, did he want that chance so bad?

Makoto seemed to shake himself out of whatever was going on in his head. "What if the reason I'm not with the person I like is because I haven't told them how I feel?"

That knocked all the wind out of his sails. "You haven't told them? Why?"

Makoto shrugged one shoulder. "Fear of rejection, not wanting to ruin our friendship, take your pick."

A friend? Was it someone he knew? He approached the other man and took his hand. "You need to say something. You may be surprised, and they could feel the same way."

Conflicting emotions passed over Makoto's face but he didn't try to retrieve his hand. After an agonizing minute he took a deep breath. "Sousuke, would you consider going out with me?"

Dark brows furrowed. "I said I would. What..."

He was so dense. He really was a. Fucking. Idiot. He shut his eyes to collect himself.

He felt Makoto squeeze his hand. That wonderful sweet man. Oh, God he didn't deserve him.

Finally, he opened his eyes and slid his arms around the other man's waist. "I would be honored to take you on a date."

Makoto's smile rivaled the sun.

At least now, Sousuke was part of a pair, and he can get his well-meaning (nosy) friends off his back.

But more than that, he had the sweetest boyfriend in the world.

[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch. 23

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: We get some fun little banter among some of the LOV members and Rin. And of course some spicy time with Dabi in the middle

Word Count: 5621

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The following days Rin spent just hanging around the hideout. She was not exactly sure what the group was doing, though she never actually asked anyone. Toga told her a little about what she had been doing. But honestly getting the girl to talk about anything other than some boy and girl about her age that she seemed to know, or thinks she knows was hard. Apparently she had met the boy earlier and had apparently developed some form of a crush. Though border line stalkerish feelings felt more accurate to the red head. The girl, Toga had fallen in love with after her last mission.

Twice and Mr. Compress were far more willing to talk work than the crazy girl. They had no issues telling her about Shigaraki’s plans to try to get the group some much needed money. And much needed it really was. Rin was quickly growing tired of cold showers with no heat or electricity and the cheap stolen meals. Still she was not sure if her lack of involvement was due to Shigaraki not trusting her, Dabi not wanting her in the field or some other stupid reason. But honestly she could not even wear pants yet still so she was not going to complain about being kept locked up.

Though apparently not everyone enjoyed that the woman decided to just walk around without pants. At least she wore one of Dabi’s long torn up shirts that covered most of her ass and panties.

“You really need to put on some damn pants,” Was the growl that had come from Spinner the one day she was walking around the base in just a shirt and her panties. Apparently Rin had no longer given any shits about being nearly naked in front of anyone.

“Don’t like it, don't look,” She had barked back as she had been walking past the over-sized lizard and happily flipped him the bird at the same time. Should it have felt weird being eye candy for all the men? Maybe. But once again Rin had oddly stopped caring or maybe she assumed no one would dare touch her for fear Dabi would roast them. Well everyone but Shigaraki. Apparently he was the one exception that Dabi would not stop. And knowing the two strongest members had her back did a fair number on upping her ego. She felt rather untouchable within the base with the knowledge no one would stop her from doing anything she wanted as long as it did not piss off either of said men. And so she fearlessly walked around with her body rather exposed.

“Awe Rin you're so brave walking around however you feel like,” Toga had praised her though it only made her softly arch an eyebrow at the young blonde.

“You make it sound like you're all shy. I think everyone here has seen you naked on a mission Toga,” Rin had said flatly. That knowledge had not exactly sat the best with her after learning the blonde's quirk did not allow her to keep her own clothes when shape shifting into other people. It also did not help that the young girl really was rather shameless.

“Yeah but that’s not something I can control. I do not choose to end up naked. You on the other hand choose to walk around almost naked,” Toga had argued back.

“Hey I’d put pants on if it wouldn’t hurt like hell,” Rin pouted softly, unable to help but reach back and run her fingers over the still sore skin. Wincing softly as her fingers touched the sore skin.

“I could give you one of my skirts,” Toga had offered, though one simple glance down at the blonde's tiny hips and Rin was softly shaking her head.

“Thanks but I think my ass is too big. Your skirt wouldn’t cover anything. Nor would I be able to get it zipped up,” she grumbled the last sentence to herself not wanting to admit that her waist was also not tiny enough to do up the skirt in order for her to actually wear it.

“So where’s Shiggy? I have not seen him around lately,” Rin had said, recalling she had not seen the man since he had paid her that mid night visit.

“He’s out looking for the Doctor,” Toga answered, which only had Rin look at her oddly. She has been with the league for weeks if not months. And she had no idea who that was.

“Who?” Rin asked with an eyebrow arched. The name seemed familiar but she could not place it.

“Oh he’s some supposed friend of All for One. He’s supposedly gonna help,” it was Mr Compress now who spoke up. Still that did not stop the odd, questioning look on her face. How odd they kept this Doctor person hidden from her.

“Is he a part of the League?” Rin was unable to help the question.

“Not exactly. He was the guy who built the Nomu’s,” Twice reminded her and that was what had her remember where she had heard the name. Shigaraki would talk with that man from time to time.

“Oh him,” Rin hummed now remembering the man Shiggy had mentioned only a time or two.

“And how exactly is he going to help?” She questioned which just had everyone shrugging their shoulders at her. Well at least it was not only her who Shigaraki kept in the dark. Should this have raised a red flag? Yes. Did she pay said flag any attention? Nope.

“Is Dabi out recruiting again?” She asked, recalling how that was what kept the dark haired man busy lately.

“Yep. He said there was some big fish interested in chatting with him. He seemed rather unsure but was also very interested,” Toga had said and this had Rin arch a brow at her. Oh? Dabi never mentioned anything to her.

“What do you mean big fish?” She asked, unable to help but be full of questions.

“Apparently he’s meeting with a ranked hero,” Toga said though she did not seem a hundred percent curtain with her answer.

That answer had Rin’s lips pressing together. A ranked hero turning to villiany was suspicious. Sure some hero’s were ass holes but she found it hard that one would turn and stop helping people. The hero society was more than corrupt in its own way, and that way often was in favour of a top hero. Why would someone using the system want to change it.

“Oh you’re thinking about something pretty hard there,” Compress was the one to notice the odd thinking face she had put on.

“It’s weird to think a top hero would join us. Most love the system and use it to their gain. If it’s someone like that then why would they want to get rid of the system they love to abuse? The others are honest to goodness good hearted. Those people would never change such views easily. It just does not make sense to me at all that anyone who is a ranked hero would join,” she said, simply unable to help but think hard about it. Sure a small no name hero may feel jealous and overlooked. They could want to change things. But a ranked hero surely would never feel that way or feel so desperate. She really wanted to know who was looking to join them.

“Eh, you're thinking too hard. If Shiggy and Dabi think the person is fine then I say okay,” Toga said more than happy to shrug off Rin’s uneasiness. Which had Rin sigh as it seemed that maybe Toga was right. Dabi and Shigaraki did not trust easily. If they had no issues then why should she?

“You’re right. If the guys approve then it must be fine,” Rin said even though she wasn’t sure she actually believed what she said. But she would at least try and relax in the meantime.

It was not till hours later that Shigaraki had returned after his apparent chat with the Doc. And whatever it was seemed to slightly sour the man’s mood. But she did not care, leaving the man child to stew in his own temper as she waited for Dabi to return. He was the one she wanted to talk to. It was well into the middle of the night that she heard the door to their shared room creak open. Rin had ended up softly drifting off still only wearing some panties and Dabi’s shirt she had picked up off the floor.

“Mmm if that’s you again Shigaraki I swear I will castrate you,” she had hissed when the sound of the door had stirred her from her light slumber. The deep chuckle that filled her ears though had her quickly blinking her eyes open, trying to desperately wake up.

“Oh did Crusty piss you off princess?” Dabi asked as he was shrugging his jacket off then working at his boots.

“He woke me up in the middle of the night the other night. I did not want a repeat,” she grumbled softly, waiting for the warm body to crawl in next to her so she could curl up against the new heat. She always hated how cold the bed was without him. Her comment had earned her another chuckle as Dabi curled an arm around her waist keeping her tucked against his side.

“How was recruiting?” She asked, her voice slightly muffled against his side.

“Fine,” was the single word she earned from him. That was not the answer she wanted. It was not surprising either.

“Just fine? You’ve been gone for a while. Surely you have either been having some success or it has not gone as well as you would like?” She asked, trying to see what she could learn. She was curious and could not help it.

“Eh it has not been as successful as I would like. Bunch of useless idiots,” Dabi had grumbled.

“Toga said you may have found someone interesting?” Rin kept pushing, well aware he could lash out at her at any moment. But that was part of the fun.

“That loose lipped moron,” Dabi had growled under his breath before answering her, “yeah had someone interesting try to reach out. But I am not too sure about him.”

Hmm okay this was at least something. It was clearly a male hero. Okay that’s not a lot of help. Most top ranked hero’s were indeed male. Few women had the strength or ability to make the top. People can scream equality all they want but she was well aware less women made it into the hero track, fewer yet made it out of being sidekicks. Well she knew it was not the rabbit hero Mirko who was the threat. But that did not narrow down the options.

“Well what makes you so unsure?” She asked easily playing stupid to the fact she was aware he was talking with a hero.

“He’s a shady fucker. I don’t trust him. But Shigaraki is extremely sure that he could be a very usable pawn,” Dabi had admitted. Ah this could explain why he was gone for so long. It was almost funny thinking that Dabi was actually working hard to try and prove the recruit was shady and not trustworthy.

“Hmm well if you are the one dealing with him then I am sure you will be able to figure it out,” she cooed softly as she gently placed a few kisses along his chest. She was being a kiss ass but she did not care as it seemed her playful kisses did their job of distracting her nosey pocking around. The sound of an almost animalistic growl rumbling in his chest told her that their conversation was no longer what he was directly thinking of.

“Well aren’t you feeling frisky,” she could hear the smirk in his tone even before she had looked up at him to see the wide smirk on his lips.

“Like I said. I missed you,” she said simply before quickly starting to trail kisses down his bare chest. Usually it was Dabi initiating the rough sex. But this time she was taking the lead as she teasingly trailed kisses down his body. And of course Dabi did not stop her as he watched the woman push the blankets off of them both as she moved herself down to his boxers.

All it took was a small soft hand running over his clothes erection and she could hear the sharp breath he had inhaled. She could feel him quickly growing hard under her hand. It brought her own smirk to her lips. It was a rather fun rush knowing that a man as dangerous as Dabi was putty in her hands so quickly. Her other hand was already tugging his boxers down at least far enough to feel his hard cock so her fingers could wrap around him. Her strokes were slow and teasing as her thumb would run over his already leaking tip.

“Seems you missed me too,” she teased, well aware the comment could get her in trouble. But that was what she wanted.

“Shut up. And put that lovely mouth of yours to work already,” as expected a hand had snapped out and grabbed a handful of her hair giving it a good rough tug. And that did things to her. The hand also wasted no time in pushing her head down towards him as her hand had never stopped slowly stroking him.

She never answered him as she simply parted her lips and teasingly ran her tongue over his tip. That was all the time she had before the hand was pushing her head down, already sending him deep into her mouth. She tried to run her tongue along what bit of his length that she could try to wet to the best of her ability. She tried not to gag when he hit the back of her throat. She was more than aware that Dabi had every plan to abuse her mouth. Working to relax her jaw she paid no attention to the hand in her hair picking the pace of how fast her head started to bob, nor how much of him she took into her mouth. She did not even try to hold back her gags any time he hit the back of her throat hard. The aching in the back of her head from his hand pulling at her hair was a dull pain but it was also a welcomed distraction. Tears had prickled at her eyes but she did not care. Focusing more so on trying to breath in time with the bobs of her head so she did not pass out as he used her mouth was a top priority.

Maybe she wanted to speed up things as she realized that Dabi was clearly growing closer to his climax thanks to the number of growing louder curses that had started to slip past the man's lips. Her free hand had slipped down and she did not even hesitate to cup his balls in her hand. Gently she massaged them hearing a rather loud fuck come from the man. That was also as good of a warning as she would get as well before she was met with a mouth full of salty cum. Struggling to swallow fast enough and not gag, she gave one final suck and ran her tongue over his tip before she pulled away letting go of him with a light pop.

Smirking up at him Rin took in the nice fucked out look he had on his face for a second as his head had rolled back as he had came. Now his head picked up to look down at her as she smirked up at him.

“Hmm maybe I should spend more time away if this is going to be how I am greeted,” Dabi was teasing as he panted softly and started to relax as he caught his breath.

“Oh do not get used to it,” She rolled her eyes at him before she had slowly crawled her way back up his body not even caring if she still had his boxers pulled down. If he wanted to put himself away he could but she was not going to. No, she simply wanted to cuddle now.

She would never admit it to him out loud but she did indeed miss him when Dabi was away and she was left home alone in the old abandoned building.

Rin was lounging around with Toga and twice in one of the larger rooms. The three were chatting about a magazine that Toga had grabbed with a little five finger discounting.

“That is so not true. Do women really like that stuff?” Twice had asked after reading something in the magazine.

“Yes,”

“No,”

Both women had answered at the same time but with completely different answers. Which had the two playfully glare at each other.

“Oh come on Rin that would be so romantic if a man did that,” Toga argued which had the red head rolled her eyes.

“No it ain’t. Just some bull shit, that’s like saying peacocking works,” Rin argued about some flirting tips the magazine had.

“I really don’t think you have any right to say in what works for flirting Rin. After all, look at your taste in men,” Toga and Twice had shared a glance at each other before Toga spoke up. Rin opened her mouth to argue but then again maybe the two blondes had a point. Rin’s taste in men lately had not exactly been great by normal people's standards. Though Shigaraki did not really count, the man just did not know or understand basic decency and just took what he wanted but then again Dabi never did stop him either. Yeah neither relationship was in any way normal nor healthy and she was not stupid enough to try and argue they were normal or healthy in any way.

“Okay fine. Don’t take advice from your senior,” the redhead said with a slight huff through her nose though keeping a straight face was hard as she tried not to burst out in laughter. Which did not happen as she couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. And in turn Twice and Toga started to laugh with her.

It wasn’t till a door opened and the rest of the league who were around walked in. Huh, when was the last time so many of them had gathered together for more than to grab meals anytime someone stole enough for them all? They were really going to need to figure something better out. But that was a thought for another time as she spotted everyone but Dabi slowly following into the room.

“Good we are all here,” came the raspy voice from Shigaraki after his eyes had glanced around taking in the small number of people. Well they were all there but Dabi but that was nothing new. Shigaraki seemed to love to give that man a different job than the rest of the group, was it a sign of trust? Or was it because out of everyone Dabi may be the most sane? Which was really saying something because no one in the room was really sane.

But the look of hands sitting over Shigaraki’s body seemed to have everyone in the room quickly growing quiet and fully focused on him. When Shigaraki wore the hands of his family on his body that was often a sign that something was about to happen.

“What’s up Shiggy?” Toga was the one to voice what everyone was thinking.

“We need some money. And I think I have found just the right people,” that was all that was said before Shigaraki was leading the way out of their makeshift home and through the darkness of night.

The place they were walking up to looked decent enough for the outside. Three stories out among the outskirts of the city. Place almost looked like a small mansion after every crappy old wear house or abandoned building they had been hiding away in. Hmm maybe there was promise here after all like Shigaraki thought. Though the thought of stealing from someone did not sit well with everyone we were also quickly growing tired of living like sewer rats. Or at least Rin was already tired of it.

Storming into the home was easy enough, though the sight had Rin raise an eyebrow. Well when Shiggy said they were a cult she did not think it was so odd. But they all seemed to be dressed the same. She never did understand that kind of crazy. All dressed in black with almost cartoonish looking skeletal masks, or at least that’s what she thinks they were aiming for. Of course they did not take it well when the league crashed into their home.

The group also seemed rather upset at seeing Spinner, even going as far as someone squawking about how the group had a lizard with them and it being disgusting. That had Rin shoot a hard glare at the group. Ah these were not some chasing alien god worshipers, no even worse, nothing more than bigots trying to use religion as a cover for their hate of fellow man. Mildly unsure how her comrade was handling the insults she glanced back over her shoulder from where she stood behind Shigaraki.

Spinner looked indifferent, which just had the woman grow curious. How often had he heard that before? Or worse? Spinner seemed happy to keep to himself, not usually bothering to join Rin, Toga and Twice when they got together to just hang out in the hideout. But he also did not outwardly treat anyone with hospitality. Which now had her wondering just how used to being alone was he? Did he assume everyone just shared the same opinions? And as such he feared letting people close. No matter now was not the time for that as she noticed the cultists jumped to action finally.

Did one honestly swing a candle stand? That’s honestly what it looked like. Their attacks were sloppy, easy to dodge. And they were slow. Kind of felt like it was almost unfair. Even though the cult started out with more numbers it did not take long before their numbers dwindled down fast. Rin proceeded to slam her elbow into someone’s face, cracking both the mask and bones as she was sure she smashed the man’s face in. Or at least she thinks the face was once belonging to a guy. Kind of hard to tell with bits of mask still trying to cling to his face as well as the blood that was freely gushing down the person's face.

Glancing up she watched Shigaraki not even hesitate to lay his entire hand against some cultists face. She watched as the body all too fast started to turn grey and crack as the person turned to dust in front of Shigaraki. The sight sent a shiver down her spine. It was so easy to forget that Shigaraki was a cold blooded killer, the man would not hesitate to end a life. While Rin had made sure not to kill anyone herself. Though she had a feeling that her kindness would not have mattered, someone would probably finish them off after her. But she was still held by her word, she had told Shigaraki she did not want to kill anyone. And that had not changed.

Glancing around, blood splattered the walls and floor. Well not just the walls but also them. Everyone seemed to have some blood on them, even she had not been able to get away without blood splattering across her body. Ugh this was going to be a pain cleaning up after everything. Washing clothes without blood stains was a big enough pain.

Being pulled from her mind she turned to look over at Twice who was looking through a dresser or something complaining about how religion did not have much money involved. Which just had the red head roll her eyes. This was far from a normal religious group. Of course there would not be immense riches with this group. Toga started complaining about the tip of one of her odd needle things having broken. Which in turn had even Mr. Compress complaining his own arm had seen better days.

“Remind me later Mr. Compress I will see what I can do for your arm,” She called out looking up at the man who had made his way up to the second story. As a reply she watched the man raise his real hand and tip his hat to her. She really liked it better when she could actually see the man's face. He was always so hard to read with his dang masks on all the time.

“Well you guys can hunt for valuables, I am going to look for a bathroom and try to clean some of this blood up,” Rin said staring down at the front of her blood covered shirt with a wrinkle of her nose.

“Awe but Rin you look so pretty when covered in blood,” Toga called out in such a childish way as if she was not actually talking about someone looking good and being covered in blood. Still Rin left the group to look around the house. It surely would have a working bathroom where she could quickly clean herself up at least a little bit before she would return to them and see what they found.

Having left the bathroom after washing the blood the best she could from her hands and face she made her way back to the main room she had left the group in. Toga and Twice were looking over the things they had started to stuff into bags and other things but she was not really paying much attention as she noticed Shigaraki’s eyes quickly landed on her as she entered the space and started to walk towards him.

“We should not linger too long. It’s a bit of a walk home. And who knows if anyone could have overheard or saw anything. It is doubtful how far out of the way this place is but still we can not take the risk,” Rin voiced as she walked to stand beside Shiggy. She watched his eyes glance at her from behind the hand on his face but after a second he nodded his head agreeing with her.

“I have somewhere else we will be staying at. But it's still a bit of a walk,” Shigaraki said, which in turn now had Rin nodding her head. She knew not to question or argue with the man even if she was unsure about a new place to hide out in.

Silently she watched as Shigaraki started to walk away from her. That seemed to be a universal sign for everyone to pay attention to him as he started to head towards the way they had entered. Silently everyone was quick to follow after Shigaraki as they started to leave the mansion like home. Though Rin wondered if what they carried out with them was worth all the blood shed for? It did not seem like they were carrying all that much. Oh well she could not worry about such things. It would surely make her feel bad and cause her to linger on it and that would surely not be healthy for her. Then again pushing her feelings under the rug was not a good coping mechanism either. Oh well seemed like it was a damned if you do and damned if you don’t mental situation she was in.

Rin eyes around the old abandoned looking construction sight, or maybe it was some dig site? She honestly did not know nor did it truly matter. As long as it was safe and there was somewhere decent to sleep she did not care. And Dabi, that was also her only other requirement. As long as she had somewhere to sleep and Dabi knew where she was that was all that truly did matter now. Funny how things change in what was only a few months. Or she thought it was months. Winter had not come yet so that told her it had only been months, not yet a year. But she had to be approaching five or six months now easily. Then again she wasn’t even sure which day or month it exactly was. Summer was clearly coming to an end though. But it was not directly cold enough to be true winter yet. But nights were truly getting cold when she was uncomfortable when Dabi was not there to warm her and she was forced to sleep dressed in some clothes for added warmth.

Rin was sitting back on the floor watching as the group was now starting to look through their spoils of war. Now that the sun was up and they all had caught a couple of hours in the early hours of the morning. But now all were awake. Toga and twice were looking at some jewelry. Hmm Rin wondered if it was made with gold and was all real? If yes then the necklace Twice was putting on Toga was actually a little valuable. If not and it was all fake, well then it was not worth anything. But it was cute watching Twice help Toga. The two reminded her of some siblings. An older brother helping his little sister. And she knew Toga was just as quick to help Twice as well. It was easy to see how the league in a way was like a makeshift family.

The sudden burst of the door opening drew Rin’s attention. The sight of Dabi walking into the building had a smile tugging at her lips. She almost jumped to her feet to greet him but instead she held back, she moved slowly to push herself up to her feet but not yet moving. Her eyes were locked on him watching him as he tried to claim the group was just kicking back. Of course he tried to make it sound like he was such a poor overworked man. She rolled her eyes at the man. She was well aware he spent more time burning people to a crisp than anything else. Apparently Toga shared at least somewhat similar thoughts as she seemed to tease Dabi about just being bad at judging people.

Shigaraki, who had been contemplating something, spoke up. This drew Rin’s attention away from the others as Shigaraki. He was snacking on what little food was available. Talking about how it had only been a month since Kurogiri had been arrested. Has it only been a month? Realistically she could not tell.

“Yeah that sounds about right,” she mumbled more so to herself than to the man as she actually started to try and count the days that she could remember. It felt more like a lifetime ago now when Kurogiri had been Shigaraki’s keeper, not her.

“No luck finding the doctor either,” it had not been meant as a question but was indeed something a blunt truth being pointed out. Honestly Rin could not care about some old doctor that used to help All For One. Rin felt if the doctor actually was an ally he should have tried to make contact. If Guran could still find them then so could this so-called doctor. Though the comment Toga made about Shiggy missing Kurogiri almost had her snickers it was kinda cute to think the man actually had the ability to miss someone and most likely cared about them to some degree.

Rin’s attention was pulled away from watching Twice and Toga as she turned to see it was Spinner who was questioning Shigaraki. Curious to see how this would go and few stood up to Shigaraki in such a manner or questioned his decisions. Would the man child lash out? Or would he do something different as she watched Spinner question the leader of their little ragtag team of mostly criminals? And to be fair to Spinner the question was a valid one. What was Shigaraki’s next plan? The part about Stain held no interest to her. But even Rin had to admit she wanted to know the answer as she watched Shigaraki. Though watching Spinner lose his cool for once was interesting.

It seemed everyone was watching what was to come next as Shigaraki started his reply to spinner before a loud crash outside had everyone tense up and rushing to see what was happening. Were they under attack? Was it hero’s and the cops? Or something else?

The answer to those unasked questions was not what Rin expected. The man, beast or monster, whatever it was looked a little less than human with its incredible height and odd human-like body. What the fuck was that thing? A human mountain hybrid?

“Are you the one who succeeded One for All?” holy crap it could talk. Alright, maybe it was more human than Rin had first assumed. It seemed Rin may not have been the only one a little surprised. Although Shigaraki was looking downright delighted as he lighted the hand that he had placed over his face seconds earlier before rushing out.

This thing was a weapon? Actually that made sense, it looked somewhat human but was not. Was it something like nomu”s? Was it some scientific experiment? And if it was meant to be an ally why was it suddenly attacking them?

Next Chapter

[blitzvan]

Hey hey! I was just wondering if I could request something? Would it be alright if you did Ryuji, Rin and Konekomaru making out with a female reader? I really don' want to be a pain, but could each character have at least 500 words? Also, not to be annoying or anything, but could it be... kinda NSFW? But nothing besides the making out happens if that makes sense?

So I write everything on my phone so I have no idea when I've reached 500 words. And I don't typically do length requests so whatever I come up with is what'll be posted.

Even with having such a rough exterior, Bon is a gentle partner. I like to imagine that most intimate moments happen with his lover on top so that they can control the flow of things and don't feel pressured at all. At least in the beginning of any of your trysts.

Like I've said in a previous post, all intimate moments with Ryuji are behind locked doors so there's no worry of anyone (Rin) barging in and seeing either of you in any sort of vulnerable state. So lock the door, climb into his lap, and he's all yours for however long the two of you have to yourselves.

Even with being the one to physically top him, he likes physical contact. Running his hands along your sides, up and down your back, across your chest, holding your face, pulling you closer by your legs. When he feels confident that you're no longer nervous about the situation and won't feel like there's pressure to please him I feel he'd take more of a lead and reposition the two of you so you're on your back, his hands hooking your legs around his waist before moving back to caress your face before settling his weight onto one arm and using his free hand to hold yours.

His breath comes out in pants between kisses and he can't decide if he wants to keep his lips on yours or make his mark on your neck, yourbody. It's hard to decide when his mind is reeling from the way you feel against him. It's not like you're fairing much better though.

Rin is passionate, almost ridiculously so. He's eager to have you to himself at any time but especially in private. Once he has the green light from you his hands are everywhere, it's impossible for him to decide where he wants to hold you when every part of you feels so wonderful.

Any intimacy would likely happen in your space since in the academy he bunks with his brother and his home is a church full of priests. You'd think with all of his holy upbringing he'd be more hesitant to being so intimate. He's nervous as hell, afraid he'll do the wrong thing or touch the wrong place but there is no hesitation in his movements. He wants to be close to you, against you, with you, and never wants to let go.

He has to have you pressed against something. A wall, a couch, the bed, the floor, it doesn't matter he just wants you pressed between him and something. As long as he can feel you on him, as close as possible, he doesn't care. His eagerness has almost gotten the two of you caught on countless occasions but it's hard to deny him when he looks at you so desperately with his hands already sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel your skin in any capacity.

Rather than panting it's almost like he's gasping for breath when his lips aren't pressed against you or his teeth aren't nibbling along your neck, his hands firmly placed directly on your hips and keeping them against his. It's not long before his desperation for physical connection is practically seeping into your bones and you're just as eager for him.

Konekomaru is the most hesitant, hands shaking too much to really get much of a handle on any part of your body. He pauses a lot in the beginning, waiting for your reassurance that it's OK to continue and that you really want him. In any moment of intimacy you will likely have to completely take the lead or he'll get too shy and try to hide his face away in your neck. At least until he gets more comfortable and used to the way your hands feel against him, how soft your lips are against his. It's not that he doesn't want to be close to you but intimacy of any kind is not only very important to him but honestly really intimidating.

He's never really been much of a smooth talker when it came to dating. Shima has always been the one to talk his way through things while Konekomaru and Bon watch on so the fact that you chose him instead no doubt has his mind reeling. Give him reassurance, hold his hand in yours, and take your time to bring him out of his she'll and as time goes on he will no doubt grow more confident in relationship intimacy.

He like when you hold his hand and keep things slow with him. Passion doesn't have to equal rushed desperation. He wants to remember this for as long as possible. The way your skin feels against his, how even when his palm gets sweaty and clammy you don't let go, the way you press your cheek against his for just a moment when you trade kissing him his lips for trailing along his neck. He feels almost spilling for the way he gasps but the way you tighten your hold on his hand and climb on top of him makes the thought fly right out of his head. The way he looks up at you when you pull away is awestruck and full of wonder and puts butterflies in your stomach everytime and makes the decision to return your lips to his the easiest decision you've ever made.

[lemon-muncher]

Can u do a rin okumera or shima renzo x male reader pls?

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST FOR SO LONG!!!!!

I'm not sure if you wanted Rin to be dominant or submissive but I made him a sub in this since that's how I usually write characters. If you want a dom Rin, please let me know!!

Due to Rin being the son of Satan and everything, I wanted to include 'demon-like' urges for him. I was also thinking of making the reader a succubus, so making him a sex demon would help with the dom/sub roles within this.

Sub Rin Okumura x Male Demon Reader

It was pitch black within the woods. The trees seemed to bend over your head, casting shadows of the seen and unseen creatures. The only form of light came from the bright moonlight that seeped between the treetops. The sounds of crickets and grasshoppers nearby echoed in the small yet large wooded area. To some people, this scenery would make you uneasy, making you feel vulnerable to anything that was lurking nearby. To others, it would be peaceful and relaxing, a place to feel like you could be yourself. To Rin Okumura, one of the sons of Satan, it was unsure how the position he was in should make him feel.

There he laid on the hard, dirt covered ground, his chest scratching against the tiny rocks on the ground with your larger claw-like fingers down his throat. "Such a pretty prince~ " Your sultry voice echoed in his ear as tears fell from the demon's eyes. His small body was trapped under your much stronger one, pinning him to the ground. Your tail wrapped around his waist, leaving little to no room to move. Rin only stared at the tree his katana leaned against in betrayal for not being within arm's reach, leaving him powerless and completely at your mercy.

"Come on now, Princey~ I know you want this too." Rin flinched as he felt the head of your cock press up against his ass. "Just accept the fact that you have the same hunger as me!" Lust was spread across your face, not that Rin could physically see it. But he felt it. The scent of it leaked from every pore in your body. You reeked of it and Rin wasn't sure if he could handle anymore before his own internal lust overpowered his rational. You roughly pulled your fingers out of his mouth only to pull at his black hair. The sudden movement pulled a wild moan from the boy's body. "Admit it! You want me to destroy you! Wreck you! Fuck you until the only thing you can think of is me!" You rambled on about his hidden urges. And Rin wasn't sure if it was because you were talking for so long or if he truly did believe you, but he knew you were right.

You slowly and painfully pushed into the boy's body, his blue eyes closing as tears fell from them. "Fuck~ I knew you'd be good but damn I never expected you to suck me in like this, Prince!" Rin instinctively pushed himself back against you. His body moved as if had a mind of his own. "Please... just dO SomeTHing~" He moaned aimlessly into the ground, his toes curling at the new and addicting feeling. You, fulfilling your own sexual hunger, grinned at the pathetic sight in front of you. You piston your hips to meet the other males, using him as your own personal fleshlight.

Saliva gathered in your mouth, the feeling of using one of Satan's sons as your own toy gave you a power drive unlike any you've felt before. The male under you babbling nonsense, spreading his own lust drove you mad like a dog. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, his hair now messy from all the pulling you've done. It was absolutely delicious. What was better was the sight of his body trembling, his orgasm taking you both by surprise. He clenched around your cock, causing you to empty yourself out into him.

The once noisy woods became quiet with only the sound of heavy breathing being heard. "...Was that ok?" You asked the male under you. He only turned his head to show you is tear filled eyes and smiled wildly. Your tail unwrapped around his waist and slightly wagged, knowing you pleased him. Who knew actually agree to roleplay with your boyfriend would be enjoyable.

"Horny fucker..."

HA! Bet you weren't expecting that ending were you ;) Anyways if you want to see more or request anything else, let me know

[sweet-seishu]

don't go

bonten! ran haitani x reader

warnings: 18+ (minors gtfo), brief smut nothing descriptive, blood, death, angst, fluff, mentions of guns, hurt with no comfort, NOT EDITED.

a/n: gonna drop this here and 🏃‍♀️. I am so sorry. I'm also sorry I'm bad with titles.

Ran never thought it would come to this.

He never thought he'd be in this position, but yet here he was.

•••••

"Oh come on Ran, can't I braid it just once?" You asked, making doe eyes at your best friend.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. "Fine, if you'll shut up about it."

Yup squealed before making him sit and running your fingers through his hair.

"You have really soft hair you know." You told him, twirling the strands of hair together.

"I take care of it." He chuckled, closing his eyes at the feeling of you playing with his hair.

"I think you should have your hair like this more. I really like you with braids." You smiled.

"Yeah?" He smiled.

You hummed in agreement.

He wore it in braids ever since.

•••••

"A date?" He asked, heart suddenly dropping.

"Yeah! When he asked I just couldn't say no. He's really sweet to!" You smiled.

"But tonight is our night." Ran pouted.

"I'll make it up to you I promise, now I gotta go okay! I'll call you later!" You said, walking out the door leaving Ran alone.

You never did call him, instead you were knocking on his door only an hour later. Rin opened the door, looking at your tear stained face before letting you in and taking you straight to Ran.

When Ran saw you his eyes widened, arms going around you after you threw yourself into them.

"What happened?" He asked, letting you sob in his chest.

"H-he stood m-me u-up." You cried, clinging to him for dear life. Ran didn't know whether he wanted to leave now to beat this guy or wait a few days.

He decided on the latter, instead being there for you as you cried.

•••••

"God you're assholes." You muttered as the brothers approached you.

They were fresh out of jail. Again.

"What do you mean?" Ran smirked.

"Do me a favor and be smarter with your gang crap."

"Holy what's with the attitude? Ran asked, nodding for Rin to keep walking.

"Do you even understand how worried I was? Out of the blue I'm told you got arrested, how do you think I felt?"

Ran only stared down at you, a lazy smile forming on his lips.

"You really don't give a shit at all do you? Always have to make your gang shit more important than me. Well fuck you Ran I'm do-"

He cut you off by smashing his lips to yours.

Your lips fit together perfectly, butterflies erupting in your stomach as your lips moved against his.

When he pulled away he smiled.

"I missed you to."

•••••

You moaned beneath Ran, his hips pounding into yours as you both reached your highs.

When he flopped beside you on the bed, you turned to face him, a small smile on your face.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothin, just looking at you." You told him. "Wondering how we got here, that's all."

"Well you pounced on me after we left the movie, then in the car when yo-"

"I don't mean that!" You laughed, hitting his chest lightly. "I mean like, I don't know, us I guess."

"The best friends to lovers trope." Ran chuckled.

"Yeah..." You said softly. "I always was hoping you liked me though.."

Ran looked at you, taking in your appearance. You really were beautiful, but he always thought you were.

"Well I can do you one better." Ran told you.

You raised a brow.

"I love you." He told you. You froze, taking in his words.

"You what?" You asked.

"I love you. Y/n I always have."

You didn't know when a tear fell from your eye, but Ran was suddenly wiping them from your cheek with his thumb, caressing your cheekbone.

"I love you to." You cried, moving to cling on to him.

•••••

"Why did Sanzu even call that meeting? Nothing was accomplished." You groaned as you sat in the car.

"He was probably high on something." Ran shrugged, grabbing your hand to bring to his lips. "But it's over now."

You sighed, holding Ran's hand tightly as you pulled up into the driveway of your shared home.

"And what was with Rin getting to leave early?"

"Baby stop worrying. It's done, let's just go in and relax yeah?" Ran told you.

"Yeah okay."

Ran got out of the car, walking over to your side and opening the door. You grabbed his hand, linking your fingers with his as you walked to the door.

When you got in the house you were not expecting to see the place lit up with candles, rose petals on the floor.

You let go of Ran's hand, walking forward as you took in how pretty it looked.

"Ran what is th-" You gasped as you turned around, seeing Ran on his knee behind you.

"Y/n, you're my best friend. You've been there for me through everything. You're the only one who has ever put up with me, and you've always been my number one supporter. I've loved you since we were kids, and I promise to protect you always, I'll love you till the end of time, I'll even love you after. Y/n l/n, will you marry me?"

Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you smiled at the man in front of you.

"You sure you wanna be stuck with me that long Haitani?"

"It would be an honor." Ran smiled. You laughed, nodding your head yes as he slipped the ring on your finger, standing up to attach his lips to yours. Your hands found his purple locks, kissing him harder has you both smiled through it.

"I love you." You both said at the same time.

•••••

"Ran." You said quietly.

"Shh, be quiet." He told you, holding you in his arms.

"Ran please." You said again, weakly moving your hand to make him look at you. "Let me say this."

"No." Ran stated.

"Ran Haitani, you're everything to me." You smiled.

"Shut up y/n, don't talk."

"I know our lives are pretty dark, but Ran I'm so happy that I have a light like you. You always keep me grounded. I'm so grateful for you." You spoke. "The years I spent being yours, I really am a lucky girl."

"Y/n please." Ran pleaded. "Just stop talking."

"I love you Ran." You smiled, stroking his cheek softly before you coughed. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't be with you longer."

"We're gonna get you help okay? Just save your strength." Ran told you, tears falling down his cheeks as he tried to keep pressure on the bullet wound.

This was supposed to be an easy deal, quick in and out, but of course that wouldn't be the case. Before Ran could even notice the leader of the opposing gang had a gun pointed at him. All he remembers is hearing your scream before pushing him out of the way. Sanzu and Rindou had their guns pulled, being able to shoot everyone down while Ran made his way to you.

There was already so much blood as you collapsed, Ran easily catching you in his arms. He yelled at Rindou to call for help while Sanzu made sure there were no other enemies around.

Now he was holding your weak body in his arms covered in your blood, unable to accept that you were dying.

"You know I can't be saved baby." You told him. "And it's okay, I don't regret anything- just wanted to be sure that you would be able to live-"

"Stop talking like that." Ran cried. "We called for help, you're going to be fine okay? Just don't talk, you're gonna make it through this, and when you do we'll get married, start a family, everything we talked about."

"Ran." You coughed, blood coming out of your mouth. "Please kiss me."

Ran looked down to you, his eyes full of tears. He knew you didn't have any time left, so even with your lips covered in blood he let his meet yours. Holding you closer to him as you held onto his cheek. Your heart was breaking, knowing this was going to be the last time you would kiss your fiance. Tears fell down your cheeks as you felt yourself lose consciousness.

You pulled away, your hand falling from his cheek as you couldn't keep it up anymore.

"Please don't go." Ran sobbed.

"I love you Ran. I'll wait for you I promise." You smiled, letting your eyes close.

"Y/n?" Ran panicked, shaking you lightly. "Y/n please no. No no no no no!" He screamed, not caring who heard him.

Rindou ran to his brother, looking to see your lifeless body in his arms. "Fuck." He said to himself, a few tears gathering in his own eyes as Sanzu stood quiet.

Ran only held you, not wanting to let you go as he cried, not caring that Sanzu and his brother were watching him. You literally died in his arms, yet you still had a small smile on your face.

Ran kissed your forehead, hugging your body again.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

[peachycoreroo]

i was thinking, what about boys from haikyuu losing game and taking their anger on their s/o in bed to the point s/o is saying safe word, crying? if that's too much, just make them really angry, hurting s/o with words.

i was thinking about Suna, Kita and maybe Shirabu?

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirou

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fem!reader, angry boys, established relationships, spanking, one (1) face slap, choking, vaginal penetration, oral m!receiving, usage of ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, heavy degradation, semi-public sex, pretty harsh words are said, safe word is used

authors note: uuu this is my first darker piece for hq, but it does end in fluff!! i tweaked it so it fits the timeskip, but just a friendly reminder that this is pure fiction, your favs love you and would never hurt you<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt.2: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

suna rintarou:

it wasn’t often that your boyfriend resorted to pounding the living shit out of you immediately when you had sex, usually opting for teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck you or took the reins in your own hands and rode him till you were both shaking from overstimulation.

this time, was bad though.

the japanese national volleyball team just lost the finale of the olympics, resulting in them only getting the silver medal. no matter how amazing the second-place sounded, it still hit hard to miss the big gold by a hair.

just like how hard suna was currently hitting your ass, as he fucked into you in the empty changing room of the team. you only wanted to check on him when you saw how dejected he looked as he left the field with the team, when the tall brunet just ripped down your clothes and bent you over, fury dancing in his greenish eyes.

you knew how hard rintarou and his teammates worked for this. it was only natural they couldn’t celebrate. losing is still losing, no matter if you’re getting a medal.

“f-fuck, rin, it hurts”, you wailed, tears already streaming down your face from the full-force slaps that were delivered to your sore ass cheeks. being bent over with only the locker in front of you and sunas’ hands on your hips as a leverage to not fall face first on the floor, slowly took a troll on your tired body. it also didn’t help that your legs were barely able to keep you up with how powerful his thrusts were.

“shut the fuck up and take it, worthless whore”, he growled furiously, thrusts only increasing in speed, and a hand sneaking to your front, wrapping itself around your neck. the cruel comments that usually caused your cunt to flutter and eyes roll back, suddenly made your heart sink.

you knew he was angry at being defeated by the opposing team and not at you, but you couldn’t stop the heavy feeling in your chest, or the tears that seemed to multiply at his cold remark.

when the adjustment of his hips caused him to hammer his fat tip painfully against your cervix and his hand tightened harshly around your throat, your knees gave out and you tried to scream only for nothing to come out of your mouth.

“useless, fucking bitch, can’t even stand upright. why do i even keep you around?” he aggressively huffed, not paying any attention to your comfort. you couldn’t take this anymore.

your body went completely limp, as you whispered a small, choked ‘silk’, not even being sure if he heard, when his mind was so clouded by rage.

but he did. and his heart painfully clenched when he recognized the hurt tone in your voice, instantly letting go of your bruised throat and ceasing his thrusts.

guilt filled him as he pulled out and finally looked at you to see you sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapping protectively around your form as if you were afraid of him hurting you.

“hey… hey, y/n, sweetie, look at me.” suna’s gentle tone had you looking up at him, your vision blurry as your pained expression met his tender one.

“’m s-sorry i couldn’t help you, r-rin’. ‘m sorry y-you lost”, you stuttered out helplessly.

here you were, crying and in pain, but still thinking about him. the brunet was sure he didn’t deserve you.

“no, i’m sorry, pretty. i got carried away”, the tall volleyball player whispered softly, his large palms cupping your cheeks, “i love you and i never want to hurt you. please, forgive me.”

the guilt etched into his handsome face showed you just how bad he really felt, your lips lifting in a small smile. “’s ok, rin’. i love you too.”

the tall male breathed out a sigh of relief as he embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. suna rintarou would never get carried away like this again. that, he promised himself.

kita shinsuke:

when kita got home, all dejected and upset because some assholes decided to trash grandma yumie’s precious crops in the darkness of the night, you opened your arms with love and understanding. what you didn’t expect however, as you asked how you could help, was to end up on your knees with your boyfriend abusing your throat for what felt like hours.

your knees were aching from the uncomfortable position on the hardwood floor, throat painfully contracting around his thick length as he pounded your mouth as if it were your cunt, jaw hurting from holding it open for so long.

you felt like you would pass out any minute, and while normally kita would immediately sense any of your slightest mood shifts when you were being intimate, he didn’t this time.

where there was usually a caring boyfriend who wouldn’t take his gaze of your face and always asked if you’re doing okay, was a guy who had a far away look on his frowning face, only using you as an outlet for his anger.

the white-black haired male was almost scarily quiet, only occasional grunts and growls escaping his lips. your gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat with every forceful thrust were painful to listen to, and you couldn’t wrap your head around your boyfriend not realizing what he was doing to you.

as tears streamed down your numb face, you weren’t able to stop your teeth from grazing his fat cock, your throbbing jaw not cooperating with your brain anymore.

kita let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out of your wet mouth at once, a sudden slap to your tender cheek startling you.

“you asked how to help and you’re doing exactly that, but can’t even do that for me, huh?”, he spat almost hostilely.

the hurtful words, the harsh slap and the rage painted on his usually calm and kind face made your heart ache, as you sobbed out a ‘peach! shin’, please! peach!’

kita suddenly felt as if he awoke from a hypnosis, when he heard you cry out your safe word. as his -now clear- gaze fell on you, he couldn’t help his chest from painfully tightening. you only offered to help, and he’s gone and hurt you like never before.

falling on his knees in front of you, he pulled you into his strong arms, rocking you both side to side as he apologetically murmured ‘i’m so sorry, angel’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again into your messy hair.

“m’ okay, shinsuke. just wanted to help", you sniffled against his chest, making kita close his eyes out of pure shame that he did that to you.

“let’s get you into the bathtub and i’ll cook your favorite, how does that sound love?”, he whispered softly, as if afraid that any of his next movements would make you break.

the next few weeks you barely got to do anything, kita shinsuke always glued to your side and immediately taking over any task that was thrown at you.

shirabu kenjirou:

being a med student was fucking exhausting. shirabu had spent months writing a very important thesis about certain brain tumors on newborns, only for his professor to give him a c. something about it not being detailed enough.

“fuck you”, shirabu spat as he was sitting in front of the fire place in your shared apartment, throwing all 80 pages of the “not detailed” dissertation into the fire.

“ken’? what are you doing?”

“burning this fucking nightmare. ’m gonna drop out, fuck this shit”, he almost growled furiously. coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to ask lowly: “you want a better way to deal with your anger?”

that’s how you found yourself bent over his lap with your panties dangling at your ankles. the spanking wasn’t new, your boyfriend being super pissed while doing so, was.

the first few slaps went as usual with you clenching around nothing and enjoying the rubs to the tender flesh shirabu hit a few seconds prior. after, it suddenly went downhill.

all at once, the soft caresses ceased to a stop, his calloused palm from years of playing volleyball coming down on your ass with full force and the copper-haired man spewing some of the most degrading stuff you’ve ever heard.

“fucking slut, getting off to this. you like it when i use you to let out my anger? i’m having a hard time while you’re just being a horny, selfish fucktoy”.

at the last sentence, you froze. did he really think you were using him? you only wanted to help, but his cold words continued. “gonna beat your ass till it’s sore and aching, you won’t be able to sit without remembering what a useless fucking girlfriend you were while i needed support.”

the logical part of your brain knew, that your boyfriend didn’t mean it. the anger got the best of him, and he just threw around accusations like he wished he could do at his asshole of a prof.

but the bigger, sensitive part of your brain convinced you that he meant every single hurtful word. you weren’t even hearing what derogatory stuff was spilling from his lips anymore, vision blurry and ears ringing from the pain you felt in your chest as well as your ass cheeks.

was this your fault? was it wrong to try and help? maybe you should’ve given him some space.

a particularly hard spank brought you back to reality, suddenly tasting the salty wetness of your tears seeping into your mouth as you cried out a loud ‘pumpkin!”, trying to push yourself out of his lap and landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as his hands instantly let you go.

shirabu could only look at you wide-eyed when he saw how you were choking on your sobs and crawling backwards, just to get away from him.

“please don’t hit me anymore!”, were the words, that would haunt kenjirou for the rest of his life. he could feel himself tear up when it hit him what he did to you, his precious girlfriend, just because he was angry at a prof.

“baby, i- please i would never hit you like that on purpose, i- “, the male felt his throat tighten up and with a quiet sniffle he embraced you tightly, craving the warmth of your body. “forgive me, i love you so much, please don’t go.”

as you started to calm down, your arms wrapped themselves around him, wanting to be close to him as well, because no matter what, he was your biggest comfort and you still loved him.

“’m not going anywhere, kenji’. just… please don’t do that ever again”, you murmured against his temple.

“never.”

[sugamamacustard]

Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

Buy me a coffee?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

-

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

[beccascribbles]

Can i ask for a suna x reader request where the reader is the team’s manager and swear she wouldn’t date another volleyball player after her ex, but suna changes her mind? 👀👀

a/n - this ended up way longer than i intended. whoops. honestly as i wrote this, i forgot all about the original plot. he does still change her mind though! it just became more of a best friends to lovers au (which i’m a big fat lover of). anyway, hope you enjoy :)

You swore off dating volleyball players the night you turned up at his house, tears rolling down your cheeks and red eyes. Your voice was hoarse when you told him, when you told Suna you would never date another volleyball player. The tears dampened his shirt as he held you, as he listened to you rant.

Suna hated to admit it, but a part of him was glad when he saw you on his doorstep that night. It meant you had finally realised what a piece of shit you had been dating and also opened up an avenue that had been previously shut for him. However, none of that mattered when you were in front of him. Any part of him that rejoiced at your broken expression disgusted him.

"All volleyball players are shit," you sobbed, pressing your face into his chest, choosing to forget that you were currently seeking comfort in the arms of one. "Can you believe he cheated on me?"

"I always told you he was a piece of shit," drawled Suna, rubbing soothing circles into your back. You bit back another sob, landing a light smack to his shoulder.

"And you're suddenly Mr Perfect?"

"I wouldn't cheat on you."

"Well, it doesn't really matter anyway," you sighed, curling into the warmth Suna provided, arms wrapping around his waist. "A volleyball player and me will never be a thing again. Fuck that. I'm not going through that pain again."

That whole night Suna was there to offer you comfort. He let you wash in his bathroom, giving you one of his favourite t-shirts and a pair of boxers to wear to bed. He even gave you his bed to sleep in, saying he would sleep on the floor. You couldn't let him do that, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him into the bed beside you. Suna was also the one who called your mother, explaining that you were staying at his house tonight.

And, the next morning, you were awoken to the smell of breakfast wafting through the house, walking down the stairs to be greeted by Suna on a video call with Osamu. It was clear Osamu was instructing him on how to cook, something that Suna struggled with.

"Morning, Rin, Samu," you greeted, waving at the phone screen as you stepped into view. Osamu eyes widened slightly at the sight of your clothing. You were still dressed in Suna's clothes, and, if you didn't know why, you would admit your reaction likely would have been the same.

"Ooh, y/n," sang Atsumu's voice, his head appearing at the top of the frame as Osamu pushed him away. "What have ya -"

He was cut off by Suna's barked 'shut up'. In a quiet voice, you stated simply, "My boyfriend, ex now I suppose, cheated on me."

"Did Suna make ya forget all about that loser?" asked Atsumu, his head now back in frame and pushing against Osamu's as he tried to claim the centre of the screen.

"Sumu!" snapped Osamu, shooting him a glare as he gave him a hard slap to the back of the head.

"If letting me cry and rant to him counts, then yes," you sighed, turning away from them and heading to the cupboard to grab a glass.

"Samu," called Suna, looking up from the pan helplessly, "what do I do now?"

He held up the food to show that it was burnt, charred to the point that it was disintegrating. Osamu let out a sigh. "I can come over and cook for ya if you want."

You nodded enthusiastically in the background, letting out an enthused shout. "Yes please!"

"Okay," he nodded, standing up from where he rested on his bed. "I'll be there in a bit."

"Don't bring Atsumu," pleaded Suna.

"I'm comin’," said Atsumu, poking his tongue out at the camera before Osamu hung up. Suna let out a sigh, looking over at you apologetically. His plan for a quiet morning with you to let you recuperate and prepare to face the world again was coming to an end. Instead, you would be thrust back into it with the presence of the twins, especially Atsumu.

You stepped towards him, resting a hand on his shoulder. Wordlessly, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him. Head pressed against his chest, you mumbled, "I really don't mind you know. I love hanging out with the twins. You know that."

"I just wanted everything to be good for you, you know?" he admitted, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "Are you feeling better this morning?"

"Like you said, he was a piece of shit. I supposed it was about time I realised that."

"Yeah," he sighed, brushing a kiss to the top of your head. "It would've been better if you hadn't been hurt in the process."

"Well hey," you said, looking up at him with a small smile playing on your lips, "at least I know who not to date so don't worry. I won't go running into the arms of anyone on the team to make me feel better."

"You can come to me though," he murmured, voice low. You looked up at him, eyebrows raising in confusion.

"What did you say?" you asked, pulling away and moving across the kitchen to grab a glass from the cupboard.

"Um...," he hesitated, running a hand through his sleep mussed hair. He refused to meet your gaze, focusing instead on a point above your head. "Just that you can run to the twins if you need, preferably Osamu but I suppose Atsumu is good for a hookup. I guess it depends on whose hair you prefer. You've always had a thing for blondes..."

"Rin, I'm going to stop you there," you laughed, holding up a hand and cutting off his tangent. "You don't need to worry. Also, where'd you get the idea that I'm into blondes?"

"Well, your last few boyfriends..."

"Personally, I've always preferred brunettes," you shrugged, heading over to the sink to fill up your glass. You let out a light giggle. "Now that I think about it, it is weird that I always end up dating blondes."

“Evidence of your horrible taste,” he teased, forever thankful that you could take any awkward comment in your stride and put him at ease. It was something so natural to you. In fact, you had grown used to his occasional odd remarks, brushing them under the rug. There were times when you would tease Suna for it, but, most of the time, you let it slide. It was a part of your best friend.

You let out a gasp, holding a hand to your heart in fake shock. But then, you shook your head, face splitting into a grin. “You’re not wrong. Maybe you’ll have to teach me how to find a nice guy.”

“I don’t know if I’m the best choice for that.”

“You don’t know that. You’re always right about how horrible anyone I show an interest in is.”

Suna might always be right, but he was always searching for the bad points of those you dated. Jealousy drove him to overlook any of the good things, like how happy they usually made you the first few weeks you were together.

“Yeah, well,” he admitted, “I’m not necessarily looking for the good things when I judge your boyfriends.”

“You’re so overprotective,” you snorted, dancing around him to take a seat at the kitchen table. He didn’t reply to that, and you glanced upwards, taking note of his furrowed brow. You decided to change the topic of conversation, taking a sip of your water. Before you could, there was a furious knocking at the front door. Suna rolled his eyes as you stated, “The twins.”

“Well done, Captain Obvious,” he teased, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and headed towards the front door. He glanced back over at you. “Are you going to change?”

“Nah, it’s fine. They’ve seen me in worse states.”

That was true, and the fact annoyed Suna whenever he dwelled on it. 

Atsumu, thinking he was being funny, had snuck into the bathroom while you were showering and stole your clothing, leaving your underwear. To be fair to Atsumu, he hadn’t attempted to peek at you in your naked state. It would’ve been difficult if he had tired considering the shower curtain was drawn. If he had attempted to look, he would have been subject to Suna’s wrath, and he had a number of photos of Atsumu in compromising positions that he could release. Suna wished you had just walked to his room and taken some of his clothes. Instead, you had strode downstairs in your underwear, ignoring the looks from the team that Suna had invited over and stood over Atsumu.

“Clothes, now,” you commanded, hands resting on your hips. Suna had been quick to leap up from his position on the sofa, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and tugging it over your own, moving you like a doll as he shoved your arms into the sleeves and pulled it down to cover your lower half. Then, Suna had also fixed a glare on Atsumu.

“You’d better fucking hurry,” he said, the set of his face threatening some kind of consequence. Atsumu hadn’t wanted to find out, getting up from his seat and jogging towards the kitchen, where he thought it would be wise to hide your clothes in a cupboard.

“You’re so irritating,” you grumbled, pulling on the leggings and then removing Suna’s sweatshirt, and throwing your t-shirt on. You held the sweatshirt out to Suna. “Thanks for the cover up.”

“Did you really need to strip again?” he spluttered, blushing furiously as he took his sweatshirt back from you.

“So dramatic,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at Suna’s embarrassment. Atsumu, meanwhile, had looked like a child in a candy store.

“I always knew ya were hot, but damn,” said Atsumu, letting out a low whistle. Though you appreciated the compliment, you didn’t hesitate to give him a hard slap to the back of the head.

“Don’t steal my clothes,” you said, before your lips tugged upwards in a teasing smirk. You leant in. “If you wanted to see, all you had to do was ask.”

It was Atsumu’s turn to blush then, looking away and avoiding your gaze. Both of you were aware your statement was a lie, but he couldn’t help his reaction. Suna watched with his arms crossed, quietly seething. His chest felt tight. Then, you had looked over at him with a bright smile and asked, “You picked out the film yet?”

Suna was jerked from the memory by an increase in the knocking and a loud shout through the door. “Open the fuck up, ya idiot. I’m hungry too.”

“Shut up, Sumu,” he grumbled, swinging open the door. He nodded towards Osamu. “There should be enough food in the fridge but, if you need more, just give me a list and I’ll nip to the shop.”

“I’ll go, too,” you piped up, appearing in the corridor behind him. Atsumu sprinted forward, pulling you into a tight hug which you returned. “Okay, you big oaf. You can let go of me now.”

“If you cry, he’ll let go of ya in an instant,” said Osamu, giving your head a pat as he walked past you and into the kitchen.

“It was one time, Samu,” whined Atsumu, releasing you and following his brother into the kitchen. “I’m great at comforting girls, better than you.”

“I can cook.”

“Yeah, well,” spluttered Atsumu, “I’m hotter than you.”

“We’re identical.”

“Still hotter.”

“Identical. Twins.”

“Just like normal,” you said, grinning over at Suna as he held his head in his hands. Any plans for a quiet morning went down the drain, but, when he glanced over at you to see your smile, he couldn’t deny that he was glad the twins had come over.

That happiness dissipated when Atsumu had been kicked out of the kitchen by Osamu and sent out with you to get the rest of the ingredients. Osamu had insisted that only Suna could be trusted in the kitchen, despite burning what he tried to make earlier. Ultimately, though, Osamu wasn’t going to trust him with cooking. He had simply wanted to talk to his friend, find out what was going through his head.

“So,” Osamu said, taking a sip from the cup of tea Suna had made before continuing, “how is y/n after last night? How are you?”

“I think she’ll be fine,” Suna said, trying to decide how much he was comfortable with sharing. Letting out an exhale, he decided he might as well take the chance to explain how he was feeling. Nothing good came from bottling it up, something that had become all too clear to him when he had almost taken advantage of the alcohol to finally kiss you.

It had been on your eighteenth birthday. Using the excuse that you only turn eighteen once, you had downed drink after drink, slowly growing steadily more drunk, evidenced by the way you had zero inhibitions to jumping up onto a table and swaying your hips enticingly for all to see. Suna had frozen at the sight, the alcohol he had also drunk making him feel slightly braver. He had walked over to you, offering you his hand as he helped you jump down from the table. He leaned in, yelling to be heard over the music.

“You want to go somewhere else?”

You looked at him in confusion, your drunken mind not being able to fully process his request. All you could really concentrate on was the party, the happy buzz lighting your nerves. “Why?”

Suna had drawn in a breath, steeling himself. “I have something to give you. In private.”

The promise of a gift had caused you to loop your arm through his, letting him guide you somewhere else. It barely even registered that he had already given you his present, a beautiful necklace, an ornate and delicate star as the one charm on it. He had pressed a kiss to your cheek after being the one to place it around your neck. In fact, you were wearing it at that moment, the lights glinting off the silver.

“So, what did you want to give me?” you asked under the light of the moon. He reached forward, tracing a finger along the curve of your face. Suna’s hand stopped its movement, cupping your cheek. “Suna?”

He let out a breath that tickled your face. Slowly, carefully, he leaned in, his lips a whisper away before a shout broke through the relative peace of the garden.

“y/n!”

Your head turned in the direction, pulling out of Suna’s grip in the process. Atsumu stumbled towards you, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Come on. I convinced Kita to play ‘Never Have I Ever’ and he’s usually no fun at parties. You too, Suna.”

That moment between the two of you in the garden had been forgotten by you, but it replayed regularly in Suna’s mind. He buried his face into his hands, Osamu’s quiet support enough to prompt him to continue with what he was saying. “I don’t know if I will be though.”

When he looked up, his eyes were unusually vulnerable. There was a hesitation in his gaze, and Osamu waited a moment before prompting, “Why?”

As Osamu began to chop up some of the ingredients, Suna began to speak again. “She swore off dating volleyball players, and I think that extends to me. To be honest, she’s probably only ever seen me as a friend. Pathetic, right? I invest all this time into our relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I love her friendship. I’ll never take it for granted. It’s just frustrating. Do I act too friendly with her? Am I not flirty enough? Why was I friend-zoned?”

Osamu continued cutting, choosing his next words carefully. “She’s probably never thought to look at you in another way. It would make sense she doesn’t want to risk your friendship, Rin.”

“I understand that,” he sighed, “but, what can I do?”

“All you can do is try to show her how you feel and hope she realises you’re the one for her,” advised Osamu. Suna made note of this, though a part of him wondered if it was the best option. In his opinion, Suna was already showing that he had feelings for you. How could he make that more known? Seeing the uncertainty on his face, Osamu continued. “You could always ask Sumu for advice but I doubt it would be more useful than mine.”

It was some time before Suna was able to broach the topic with Atsumu, though this time with more hypotheticals than outright admissions. Your head was resting in his lap, your breathing steady as one of his hands rubbed absentminded circles into your back. You would be the first to admit you hadn’t had the best of sleep that night, falling asleep as soon as the film Osamu had chosen was playing.

“It must have been really boring if y/n’s already asleep,” teased Atsumu, giving his brother a playful shove which Osamu ignored. “She usually stays up out of pity.”

“Whatever, Sumu,” sighed Osamu, hugging a cushion to his chest as he became fully engrossed in what was unfolding on screen. It was hard to rile Osamu up when he was in his element, and, frankly, this film was one of his favourites. It made him dream of running his own chain of restaurants, though without the mafia using it as a front for drug trades.

“Hey, Atsumu,” began Suna awkwardly, immediately getting the other twin’s attention. Osamu was too focused on the film to care what was being talked about around him, something he would regret when Atsumu bragged about Suna confiding in him the whole way home. “Say you liked this girl, but she was your best friend, and swore off dating volleyball players. How would you change her mind and show her how you feel?”

“I’d just tell y/n how I feel,” he replied. “It is y/n we’re talkin’ about, yeah?”

Suna nodded, though the slight frown that twisted his face told Atsumu he wasn’t happy that he had figured it out. Atsumu simply shrugged, giving his friend’s shoulder a squeeze.

“It’s kind of obvious,” Atsumu said, glancing down at the way Suna gently brushed your hair away from your face, his other hands resting against the curve of your waist. “Anyway, she’d appreciate the honesty. No need to show her. You show her how much ya care everyday anyway. It might not change her mind straight away but havin’ it out in the open might help her come around to the idea.”

“Thanks, Sumu,” said Suna, genuinely meaning the words.

“They don’t call me the Love Maestro for nothin’,” he bragged.

“No one calls you that,” shot Osamu, tuning in for that part of the conversation. Atsumu turned to him, scandalised.

“Do too.”

“Name one person.”

“...”

“Exactly.”

Later that day, Suna walked you home, slinging an arm around your shoulder and leaning a bit of his weight on you as you walked. Your own arm wrapped around his waist instinctively to keep your balance. It felt so natural to walk along with him like this, something you genuinely missed when you were dating someone. It just felt disrespectful to the other person to act as you did with Suna while with them. A part of you recognised that the way you acted around each other could be construed as a relationship, but you had never thought to entertain the idea. He was just Suna, your best friend.

You came to a stop in front of your front door, and he released your shoulder in favour of wrapping both of his arms around your waist to pull you into a hug. Instantly, you relaxed against him, arms winding around his neck. When he pulled away, your hands still rested on his shoulders and you smiled up at him.

“Call me if you need anything,” he said, eyes unusually soft as he stared at you. His eyes landed on the necklace around your neck, the star shining up at him from where it rested just above the neckline of your top. “I’ll see you tomorrow but if you need anything, if you just want to chat, call me, okay?”

You nodded, giving his shoulder a pat before releasing him. However, you made no move to step away and open your front door. Suna leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek. At that, he stepped off your porch, turning away from you. “Goodnight.” I love you.

“Night, Rin.”

When his phone rang at two in the morning, he couldn’t say he hadn’t been expecting it. He was. It was normal for you to call him at random times of the night, particularly when you couldn’t get to sleep or had been awoken by a nightmare.

“Rin?” you breathed, voice quiet to avoid waking anyone up in your house. “Um, hi.”

“Morning, y/n,” he mumbled, switching you onto speaker and placing the phone down beside his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I was just having trouble sleeping. Um, can you tell me a story?”

“Don’t you think we’re too old for bedtime stories?” he chuckled, though he was already shifting through his brain for a tale he could tell you that had not already been shared.

“We’re still in high school,” you protested, and he could hear the pout in your voice. “We’re not adults yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Are you ready?”

He heard the sound of movement through the speaker, the sound of you getting into bed and placing the phone on the pillow beside you.

“Ready.”

So, Suna began, telling the story of a foolish knight who had fallen for the beautiful princess, a princess who was at home when she was sparring with the knights, when she could forget about all the eligible bachelors from other kingdoms. She was a princess who ate with the Royal Guard, prepared the roster for their training sessions, and offered her support whenever she was needed.

His voice lulled you to sleep, and, before you could question what had inspired such a tale, your eyes had slipped shut and sleep had pulled you under. Suna heard your change in breathing, your soft inhales and exhales slowing until they reached a steady rhythm. He trailed off, reaching for his phone, finger hovering over the button that would end the call. He pulled his finger away, letting his hand fall back down onto the mattress. Suna fell asleep to the sound of your breathing. He could almost pretend that you were beside him.

Your phone was flat when you woke up, and you cursed, hurriedly plugging yours into the charger. You hated being late, hated not knowing what the time was as soon as you woke up. You jogged down the stairs, reading the time on the clock in the kitchen and releasing the tension in one exhale. There was plenty of time. At a more relaxed pace, you continued to prepare for the day.

It was a busy day for you as manager of the volleyball club, something that you were thankful for as it meant you couldn’t dwell on your break up. Even if you weren’t busy with your club duties, the team would provide a distraction. Atsumu and Osamu argued more as third years, the influences of Kita, Aran and the others no longer there to calm them down. Suna was no help, urging them on whenever he could and then documenting the whole affair on his phone to send photos and videos to Kita and Aran later. To be fair, you did little to break it up either, preferring to let them work out their anger. It worked, though Kita insisted there was a better way. If he wanted to come back to Inarizaki and deal with them, he could.

The sound of your phone ringing sent you running back up the stairs, dodging out of the way of a parent that had just emerged from the bathroom. Suna’s name flashed on the screen, and you accepted the call, perching on the edge of the bed.

“I guess we fell asleep on call,” he laughed, his voice rough from having just woken up. “Your phone died, didn’t it?”

“Of course it did, idiot,” you sighed. “Why didn’t you hang up once I’d fallen asleep? You usually do.”

“You sounded cute,” he admitted, glad you could not see the flush that dusted his cheeks. “Plus, I figured you would be smart enough to have it plugged in if I was.”

“Not a valid excuse,” you quipped, resting your head in the palm of your hand. With a laugh, you said, “I panicked this morning thinking I would be late. The coaches wanted me to meet with them before class. You don’t know how pleased I was when I walked down the stairs to see I still had a while before I had to leave the house.”

“Sorry about that,” he muttered sheepishly before clearing his throat. “Is it charged now?”

You glanced down at your phone screen. “It’s at about 20% so it’s probably not going to last the whole day.”

“You can use mine if you need to. It is kind of my fault after all.”

“Kind of?” you questioned, humour in your tone. “Don’t worry though. It should be fine if I leave it off until I need to use it.”

“Just let me know if you need to borrow it, okay?” he insisted. “We have late practice.”

“Yeah, I know, got to make sure you lot are prepared for nationals. No losing to Karasuno this year.”

“Mmhm,” he hummed. “I’ll walk you home, alright?”

“Don’t worry about it, Rin,” you said. “My phone will last till then. Plus, you’ll be tired after practice. I’d be a bad manager if I didn’t make you go straight home to eat.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” he argued. “Besides, I can just eat at your house. Your parents say that I’m always welcome.”

“But then you’ll be going home too late. Won’t your mum be worried?”

“She’ll be fine. I usually stay out late, or are you forgetting the nights I’ve snuck over to yours and we’ve gone on midnight walks?”

“Fine,” you sighed, letting him win this time. “Don’t complain to me if you’re tired at school tomorrow.”

“When am I not half-asleep?”

“I’ll see you at school, Rin.”

“See you.”

There was no arguing with Suna over things like this. He was stubborn to a fault when it came to your safety. You might have been able to convince him to head straight home if your phone was fully charged. When that was the case, he insisted on staying on the phone with you the whole way, not feeling comfortable at the thought of you walking home alone in the dark. Suna wasn’t overbearing. If you honestly didn’t want him walking you home or calling you, he wouldn’t so long as you messaged him when you got home. But, you liked talking to him. That was the simple truth. You enjoyed spending time with Suna, and enjoyed talking to him. It was only Suna who wanted something more.

“So,” asked Atsumu, slinging an arm over Suna’s shoulder yanking him closer, “when are ya goin' to tell her?”

“Tell who?” asked Osamu. The look Suna shot him made him nod his head in realisation. “Ah, y/n… Wait, tell her? What happened to just showin’ her how you feel?”

“If that was going to work, it would’ve already,” said Atsumu, puffing out his chest proudly. “As Suna and I discussed, comin' clean and confessing is the best way forward.”

“I hate to say it, but he had a point Samu,” agreed Suna, sliding out from under Atsumu’s arm. “Anyway, I’m not going to tell her anytime soon. She’s had enough to deal with. She doesn’t need her best friend confessing to her straight after a rough break up. It’s almost nationals time as well. Confessing might throw off the team dynamic and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“I think you’re just being a pussy,” declared Atsumu, lips quirking upwards in a teasing smirk.

“I think you’re being smart,” said Osamu. “Wait until the best time.”

All Suna had done, was continuing to do, was wait. However, he made a concerted effort to be there for you more often, being the shoulder you would lean on for support. Unknown to you consciously, a part of you had begun to reciprocate Suna’s feelings. On occasion, it would be you who would reach out for him, locking your pinkies together and sharing a secret smile across the lunch table.

Over the course of the next few months, there were many late night phone calls, which quickly transformed into video chats. He listened to you, helped you work through the residual feelings from your break up. Being cheated on had left you feeling inferior, and Suna had been there to build you back up.

One day, you turned to face your friend Reo, hardly believing the words that fell from your lips. “Tell me honestly. Do you think I’m falling for another volleyball player?”

“Another one?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. Then, the realisation finally seemed to hit her and she let out a gasp. “Suna?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, resting your chin on top of your open palm. “Am I just projecting? Do I really have feelings for him or am I just craving that kind of emotional connection with someone? Plus, it’s Suna. He’s my best friend.”

“Is that all he is to you, though?” she questioned, studying you. “I know he’s your best friend, but I am too. Who did you seek comfort from after your break up? Who do you fall asleep with over the phone every night? Did you ever act the same with people you were in a relationship with that you do with Suna? I mean, I know you haven’t kissed him or anything but you are more physically affectionate and open with him than people you’ve been in a relationship with. I know you’re going to be stubborn about this, say that’s just how you’ve always been, but I want you to think about how you treat each other. If you want my honest opinion, I’d say the feelings have always been there, especially on Suna’s part.”

You blinked at Reo, taking in what she was saying. It made you contemplate, think back on specific moments in your friendship with Suna where it was possible you had crossed some invisible line that you weren’t supposed to. But every moment with Suna felt so natural you couldn’t pinpoint where the line would be, let alone when you would have crossed it. It became clear to you then. You had feelings for Suna Rintaro. There went your vow to never date another volleyball player again.

If only Suna had realised you had made this realisation already. He could have stopped planning out how to confess to you with Osamu and Atsumu, their idea involving him reducing his contact with you until everything was prepared. That fact itself was easier said than done, and they couldn’t control what he did in the quiet of his home (which was find any excuse to phone you and talk to you).

That night, he asked you, “Can you be ready for one in the afternoon tomorrow? I have something planned that I hope you’ll like.”

“Sure,” you agreed. “I have something I want to say to you as well.”

He felt anxiety grip him at your statement, fearing the worst. His fingers tightened around the phone, his breath catching in his throat. You could hear his struggle through the phone and reassured, “Don’t worry. It’s nothing bad, at least I hope you don’t think it is. I’ve just finally realised something and want to tell you in person.”

"Okay," he breathed, though the knot of anxiety in his chest didn't loosen. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good sleep. Love you."

"Night, Rin," you replied, feeling your heart flutter slightly at his words. The words had been said before in passing, but always with Suna firmly placed as a friend. "Love you too."

At one the next day, you were sat waiting for him on your front step, fiddling with your phone in your hands. You had just spoken to Reo for advice, her words soothing your nerves. She had told you it was clear that Suna wanted to admit something too, and, for some reason, having that knowledge outlined for you by another put you at ease.

Seeing him approaching, you rose from your seated position, gesturing for him to wait for you on the pavement. Suna came to a stop, holding out his arms for a hug. You were quick to relax into his hold, arms giving his own waist a squeeze before letting go. Smiling up at him with unusual silence, you asked, “Can I tell you something before we go? I just think you deserve to know.”

He hesitated. A part of him was curious, wanted to know, but the rest of him feared that your news would ruin what he had planned. Suna wanted to confess to you before you revealed whatever you had realised. “Um, can I show you what I planned first? It’s kind of important.”

You raised an eyebrow, wondering how it could be so important that he didn’t want to hear what you said. At the nervous look in his eyes, you took his hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Still holding his hand, you pulled him after you, moving with confidence though you had no idea what direction Suna wanted to take you in. He pulled you to a stop, shooting you a smirk. “Wrong way, idiot.”

“It’s not like I can read your mind,” you sighed, throwing your arms up in exasperation. You gave him a grin. “Want to take the lead?”

“With pleasure,” he said, choosing to release his hold on your hand and drape his arm over your shoulder. In response, your own wrapped around his waist and you fell into step beside him.

The sight that greeted you was unexpected and took your breath away. It was oddly beautiful in a simple way, something no one had ever thought to put together for you before, despite its relative simplicity. You looked up at him, mouth dropping open in shock and disbelief. “You really went through the trouble of setting up a picnic for me?”

“Well, yeah,” he replied. “You said you always wanted to go on a picnic with someone you love. I figured I counted at least a little bit.”

“You definitely count,” you said, giving him a slight nudge with your elbow. “I’d probably rather do this with you anyway. On another note, who made the food? Because you can’t cook for shit.”

“Osamu might have helped a little bit.”

“Just a little bit?” you teased, smirking up at him.

“Maybe more than a little bit, but that doesn’t matter.”

“Whatever you say, Rin,” you grinned, wandering over to sit on the blanket. He sank onto the floor beside you, leaning his side against your own. You relaxed against his warmth, letting your head drop against his shoulder. His own head dropped to rest against yours, his hand reaching out to hold yours, tangling your fingers together.

For a moment, you sat in silence, cherishing just being together. Suna cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Before we eat, I have something to say to you. Can you promise whatever I say to you won’t change what we have right now?”

You looked up at him with concern. “I promise.”

Suna drew in a deep breath, releasing your hand and moving to sit in front of you. You let yourself miss the warmth of his body pressed against you, knotting your fingers together as you allowed your eyes to meet his. The hesitation in his face was clear, and you reached forward, resting a hand on his knee.

“Just tell me,” you reassured, smiling at him softly. “Nothing can change how I feel about you.”

“Okay,” he sighed, reaching forward, and clasping the hand you had rested on your knee. In that moment, he went for the bluntest approach. “I have feelings for you.”

You blinked over at him in shock, your grip on his hand tightening. That hadn’t been what you were expecting to hear, but hearing the words made your heart flutter. It made it so much easier to admit what you had finally realised. “I have feelings for you too.”

“Wait, you do?” said Suna, eyes widening in shock. This was far more than he could have hoped for. You nodded slowly, unable to help the own smile that pulled at your lips in response to his own.

Suna moved closer to you, letting his hand come up to rest against your face. He cupped it carefully, his thumb brushing against your cheek. Slowly, giving you the option to pull away he leaned in, only to let out a small gasp in shock when your hands gripped his top and pulled him towards you, pressing your lips against his. His hands slipped into your hair, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss, letting out a low groan of satisfaction at the feel of your hands slipping under the material of his top and rest against his bare skin.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling away to rest his forehead against your own. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

“Hope it was worth it,” you giggled, leaning forward to brush your lips against his. He captured your lips once again, kissing you softly, delicately.

“More than worth it,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. You fell into his chest, ear pressed against his beating heart. It was still racing now, even though you had accepted his advances. You lifted your head up, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Want to eat the food Samu made now?” you questioned, turning in his hold and resting your back against his chest. His stomach let out a low grumble. You leaned forward, grabbing a plate of food and letting out a giggle. “I suppose I’ll take that as an answer then.”

[kuroosweakness]

first time buying him flowers | kuroo, sakusa, atsumu, suna 

a/n: i keep seeing posts about how the first time men get flowers is at their funeral, so i immediately thought of sending these pretty guys pretty flowers :( 

you can’t tell me that sakusa doesn’t give off daisy and gardenia vibes! atsumu, lilies!  kuroo...irises! suna, violets! 

kuroo 

╰ “huhhh?” as the front door swung open, his eager expression turned into curiosity. not only did your beautiful bring yourself, but also a beautiful bouquet of irises and roses. 

╰ “my, my, what do we have here?” he teasingly asked. his arms settled on his hip as he shifted his weight onto one foot. (his eyes were all starry as the sudden thought of you walking down the aisle to him with a bouquet of flowers fogged his mind) 

“a bouquet of flowers, just for you!” you exclaimed, scanning somewhat messy, somewhat clean apartment for a place to set the flowers on. 

... “were flowers on sale today or something?” he chuckled as he sheepishly scratched his head. “oh yeah, you want some water? or juice maybe?” 

as he padded across the tiles in the kitchen to get you a drink, you gently set the flowers on the counter. “tetsu, do you have a vase to put these flowers in...?” 

“...i have a really tall glass cup that might do.” after many opening and closing cabinet doors, he finally brought glass cup out. “do we...fill it up with water and put it in?” 

you gave him a small nod, a little surprised at how naive he was when it came to flowers. “you’ve never gotten flowers, have you?” you tease. 

“nope, there’s kinda no one who’ll give them to me,” he chuckled. he placed the tall glass on the counter and shifted over to you and the flowers. “not that i mind, of course, but just sayin” 

“so i’m the first one to gift you flowers,” you beamed. 

he took one good look at your satisfied grin and looked back with a small, “i’m still a shocked you got me flowers though...is this your way of bribing me??” 

you dramatically pulled back, looking offended. “of course not! i would never do such a thing...” 

“yeah right,” he chuckled and side-butted you, whiched you attempted to side-butt him back, but of course he moved away just in time. a few moments went by as you meticulously placed the flowers one by one in the the glass cup. 

(kuroo’s glare could’ve killed the poor plant when you pricked your finger. of course your injury resulted in him running around the room, trying to find the first-aid kit he swore was in the cabinet)

 after a small ‘how to maintain flowers’ lesson with kuroo, he carried the glass cup into the living room and carefully placed it on the coffee table. 

“and now everytime i see these flowers, i’ll think of you!” 

“too bad they’ll wilt after a few weeks....or maybe days” 

kuroo swung his head back and flashed you one of his pretty smiles. “looks like you’ll have to regularly give me flowers then” 

(does his pretty smile send butterflies off in your stomach? every single time.) 

sakusa 

╰  when he saw a bouquet of flowers in your hands, he immediately wondered why, where, and how you got it (it’s not everyday he sees you with a bouquet of flowers in your hands! is he pleased? as ever) 

╰  but thanks to his reticent personality, he only gave you questioning looks when you walked over to him, deciding not to mention anything until you spoke first 

“omi, i picked these flowers up from a nearby flower shop before i came,” you beamed, turning the bouquet around for him to get a good look. “these are for you!” 

sakusa blinked in silence. his eyes slowly travelled from the bouquet to your smiling face. as he slowly removes his black masks, he utters out, “you got...flowers for me?” 

(one point for him for stating out the obvious! jkjk) “who else?” you joked and handed the flowers toward him. “do you not like daises?” 

“...oh no, it’s not that,” he gently took the bouquet and walked toward his kitchen. “no one has ever gotten me flowers before...” 

you took off your shoes and followed him inside, watching as he frustratedly looked around for a flower vase before realizing he doesn’t have one. 

“looks like i’d have to buy one then...” sakusa holds the flowers up to eye level and gives you a small smile. “thanks, i like these :)” 

atsumu 

╰ right as the front door swung open, atsumu opened his arms wider than the door frame, a giant smile plastered across his face. it’s his first time seeing you in days! can’t blame him for being so excited 

╰ when you don’t immediately fall into his arms, he frowned and motioned for you to get close. “why’re you not accepting my hug???” 

╰ “tsumu,” you slowly brung the bouquet of flowers into his view and he audibly gasped. 

╰ “someone gave you flowers??”

“no, no, i got these for you!” you exclaimed, shoving the flowers toward him. atsumu’s mouth drops open. 

he took a small step forward and lets you inside his place. his eyes scanned the beautiful bouquet in front of him. his cheeks were rosy. “wahhh, you got flowers for me?? wait...is this your indirect way of saying i should get you flowers?” 

“i mean, if you want to give me flowers too, then go ahead :) no complaints!” 

he leaned in and smelled a light pink rose. “i need to step up my game, yeah? gotta buy you even better flowers next time~ now lemme give you a kiss of gratitude”

~~~ three days later ~~~~ 

“y/n baby :( are flowers supposed to wilt after three days?? i even dipped them in water!” 

suna 

╰ “hi~,” suna yawns as he ruffles his hair and shows you the living room as if you don’t practically live there. as usual, he leans in for a kiss but misses your lips miserably and squishing your flowers in the process. 

“rin, watch out! you almost crushed these flowers,” you scold as you check every flowers’ petals to make sure they’re not folded up. 

“what flowers??” with half-lidded eyes, suna slowly pads across the room and plops down on his coach. “c’mere baby, we should take a nap” 

“....but you just woke up??” 

“and what about it?” 

“i got you flowers, rin,” you say, your voices sounds deflated from his lack of interest. 

suna peeks over his arm and glances at you and the bouquet of flowers at your side. he immediately sits up and walks over back to you. “why’d you...decide to get me flowers?” 

“do you not like them? :/” 

“no, it’s not that. just a little caught off guard. you even the expensive and pretty ones too...” he gently takes the bouquet from your hands and turns it 360 degrees. “pretty...and expensive...just like you,” he says and pinches your cheek. 

“is that a compliment??” you tease. 

“it can be,” suna chuckles. “thank you for the flowers, i’ll make sure to take good care of them~ ...back to what i was saying about our nap-” 

[atzuums]

NSFW Alphabet w/ Suna Rintaro

includes: suna

genre: 18+, smut

A is for Aftercare

after very messy sex he loves to run you a bubble bath. first he takes a towel and wipes you clean before covering your face in kisses. he helps you into the tub then gets in himself. he likes to hold you while whispering praises in your ear, “you did so good for me baby.”

B is for Body Part

rin loves your thighs. he loves squeezing them as he plants kisses along your chest. he loves the way they squeeze heads as he sucks on your clit. when he’s thrusting into you he loves to squeeze your thighs and push your knees to your chest. he adores how soft you are. overall he thinks everything about you is perfect.

C is for Cum

when rin cums, he cums A LOT. his favourite places to cum are on your face and in your mouth. when he cums on your face he like to take pictures to keep the memory. he has one picture inside his wallet.

D is for Dirty Secret

he’s always wanted to fuck you in front of his friends. he could only imagine how good it would feel to show everyone that you’re his and he’s the only one that will ever make you feel this good. he will probably never bring this up to you because he knows that you wouldn't agree. he respects that though

E is for Experience

lots. before you, he would have plenty of meanless one-night stands. he never really thought about getting in a relationship, he just didn't think they were for him. however, when he met you, he knew you were the one he wanted to spend forever with. before you two started having sex you were afraid, you knew he was experienced but you weren't. you were afraid that he would be disappointed in the sex you two have, but after your first time together he wouldn't stop talking about how no one has ever made him cum the way you do.

F is for Favorite Position

his favorite sex position is mating press. he loves how deep he’s able to get. and there’s something about you being under him, vulnerable, sweating, that just riles him up. he fucks you dumb, tounge lulling out of you mouth and drooling.

G is for Goofy

it depends on the mood he’s in. if it’s jealous sex, make-up sex, or tires sex he’s pretty serious. he wouldn't talk much, just letting out tiny grunts here and there. regular sex between you isn't that playful since you sometimes take part in hard kinks.

H is for Hair

he’s pretty much well groomed down there. he doesn't like to completely shave, he likes to keep a little hair. he never lets it get out of control though. when it comes to you, he doesn't care much. however, he would prefer for you to not be completely bare down there.

I is for Intimacy

your comfort is extremely important to him during sex. he’s always checking to make sure you're alright, and you always have to assure him if you aren't okay then you'll use the safe word. a lot of the time he likes to caress your hips while he thrusts into you. he’ll also give you little kisses across you neck.

J is for Jack Off

if you're around he just prefers fucking you. he only masturbates if he’s away for a game. that’s what the picture in his wallet is for.

K is for Kink

impact play. impact play. impact play. your favorite paddle to use is the one with the heart-shaped cut-out. he loves leaving your ass red with the cute heart print. slapping each other is what you two do the most. you both having red and bruised cheeks by the end of the night.

L is for Location

in the car anywhere. this especially happens when you have jealousy sex. if you two go out to a party and he sees someone flirting with you. sometimes you'll even flirt back, knowing that rin is watching, just to rile him up. he’ll drag you out of the party and rough fuck you in his back seat.

M is for Motivation

he just wants to please you. most of the time his goal is just to get you off. he doesn't always care so much about cumming, he always make sure that you cum. however, since it’s you, he pretty much always cums.

N is for No

there isn’t anything that rin isn’t willing to try once. next on your list of things to try are you pegging him. he would never admit this to you but he’s actually really excited. however, there is this one thing that rin refuses to try, sounding. he thinks it sounds painful and terrifying.

O is for Oral

rin eats you out like he’s never had a meal in his entire life. his face is shoved against your pussy, almost suffocating himself. he loves being drowned in your pussy, which is why he tried too hard to convince you to sit on his face. he prefers giving more than receiving, but when you suck his cock he doesn't hold his moan back like he usually does. your mouth just feels so good around him.

P is for Pace

he is usually always fast and rough, you both like it that way. this usually ends with you not being able to walk in the morning, but it's worth it.

Q is for Quickie

you two like to dabble in public sex, which is where you usually have your quickies. this ranges from restrooms to changing rooms. he’ll lift you shirt up, or pull your pants down, push your panties to the side and fuck you. afterwards you two walk out like nothing happened.

R is for Risk

like i said, you two like public sex, it’s the risk of being caught that turns him on. he will almost fuck you anywhere. if you turn him on and he’s not able to control himself, he’ll drag you away and fuck you.

S is for Stamina

on average you go for about 6 rounds. this man has breeder balls, he has so much cum that he needs to let out. so sex usually last hours, you could pretty much be going all night if you go past 6 rounds.

T is for Toys

you guys have paddles, a strap-on, a butt plug, and of course a vibrator. you usually wear the butt plug every time you have sex. the paddle is probably used the most.

U is for Unfair

he loves teasing you. he loves that anything he says to you can get you to soak your panties. there have been many times where you were out at dinner with friends and somehow his hand snaked up your skirt and started rubbing you through your underwear. you tried to keep your composure but sometimes he’ll slip in hands into your panties to rub your clit. you have cum at dinner so many times you cant even keep count.

V is for Volume

rin isn’t really loud unless he hasn’t fucked you in a long time. so usually he doesn't make much noise, even though he voiced to him that you love when he moans, he just can't bring himself to.

W is for Wild Card

like i said, rin is excited for you to peg him. he daydreams about it often. he’s never subbed for you before so he hopes he’ll be a good sub for you. one time you called him a “good boy”, not in a sexual way but he got hard instantly.

X is for X-Ray

rin’s cock is long, not very thick but not too skinny either. he doesn't think he’s as big as he actually is. before you two fucked for the first time he swore up and down that his dick is just average. when he dropped his pants your eyes widened. he fucking huge. he had to work so hard to fit his whole cock into you.

Y is for Yearning

rin has a high sex drive. he is pretty much always horny, how can he not be when you're so hot. he’s always whining about how much he wants to fuck you, even at inappropriate times, like at dinner with your family.

Z is for Zzz

after aftercare, rin falls asleep almost instantly. he cuddles up to you and in seconds he’s snoring. in the morning when he wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast because he knows that your legs will be shaky and you won’t be able to walk. “good morning pretty baby, i made you breakfast.”