#i think my sakusa obsession

[ilylovelyz]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ haikyuu!! [06.08.24]

*+:｡.｡ karasuno

hinata shouyo

time after time (a.)

tooth & nail (f + a.)

after the break-up (a.)

kageyama tobio

times they cried because of you (a.)

tsukishima kei

all the lonely nights in your life (a.)

yamaguchi tadashi

big weenie (s.)

tanaka ryunosuke

tooth & nail (f + a.)

sugawara koushi

EVERYTHING (f + s.)

daichi sawamura

after the break up (a.)

*+:｡.｡ nekoma

kuroo tetsuro

after the break up (a.)

him as a father (f.)

kenma kozume

fatherly headcannons (f.)

*+:｡.｡ fukurōdani

bokuto koutaro

running (f + a + suggestive)

tooth & nail (f + a.)

times they cried because of you (a.)

tell me (s.)

after the break up (a.)

it's oh so quiet (f.)

i'm sprung (s.)

akaashi keiji

after the break up (a.)

*+:｡.｡ aobajohsai

oikawa torū

touch tank (f + a + suggestive)

after the break up (a.)

iwaizumi hajime

tooth & nail (f + a.)

times they cried because of you (a.)

*+:｡.｡ shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi

oops!...i did it again (s.)

honeymoon (s.)

papa ushijima (f.)

million dollar man (s.)

times they cried because of you (a.)

dreams come true (f.)

better than me (s.)

semi eita

captain save a hoe (s.)

*+:｡.｡ date tech

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*+:｡.｡ inarizaki

miya atsumu

papa atsumu (f.)

times they cried because of you (a.)

suna rintarou

drugs 'n hella melodies (ft sakusa + s.)

*+:｡.｡ itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi

her (s.)

stop breathing (s.)

close to me (s.)

i can't stop me (dark content.)

what is love? (f + a.)

venus as a boy (s.)

doughnut (f.)

sfw and nsfw headcannons

drugs 'n hella melodies (ft suna + s.)

bittersweet symphony (a.)

after the break up (a.)

i just threw out the love of my dreams (a.)

pros & cons of having sex with him (s.)

*+:｡.｡ kamomedai

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*+:｡.｡ all

how haikyuu boys would protect you (f.)

haikyuu as cat/dog breeds (f.)

haikyuu as cat/dog breeds (f.)

[jadeoru]

SMUDGED LIPSTICK!

13: so casual -> prev / mlist / next

now playing: in my head - the mysterines 🎶

“Hey, stranger."

His head immediately turned to the source of your voice, the sound of each word that left your mouth sent chills down his spine. “Hey.” He almost whispered, the ghost of a smile on his lips. He missed the way your name tasted on his tongue. “You look nice.” He sunk into himself, seeming as shy as he was the day you met him for the first time. It was cute. A sweet smile found its way to your lips. “Thank you! You look nice too.” Your voice was sweet and soft, a stark contrast to how it was when you were onstage: loud and powerful. Your head had to tilt upwards to look at him properly. Has he always been this tall? You should’ve worn your boots after all. He muttered an awkward thank you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. They moved in a way that made his nervousness clear: a subtle fidgeting with the lining of fabric. You had to take control of the conversation. “You ready to become friends?” You asked, a playful smirk on your face, almost wide enough to show your teeth - Almost wide enough to expose how excitement was gnawing on your core, in the form of butterflies. “Yeah.” He nodded his head. He regretted each dry response that fled from his lips, but he didn’t know what else to say. He was terrified of somehow messing everything up - again. Your eyebrow creased with hope that he’d loosen up as the day went on; that he’d actually say more than one word at a time. Otherwise, this was gonna be one awkward afternoon. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

After finding an empty table next to a window, in the corner of the quiet café, sakusa sat down - waiting for you to return with the coffees you ordered. He glanced out the window, head in his palm. He silently hoped that you were thinking the same thing he was; you felt the same nostalgia that he was feeling. This was the exact same place you used to sit together every day after school. The same scratch marks littered the painted wooden table. The same table that witnessed pivotal moments of your friendship. After finding where he was sitting, you carefully placed your coffee down onto the aforementioned table, placing his in front of him immediately after.

After sitting down, you brought the straw to your lips, taking the first sip of your drink. You let out a gasp that quickly garnered his attention. “Oh my god, I forgot how good their iced coffees were!” Your voice boomed with excitement, quickly taking another sip. He stifled a laugh at your childish enthusiasm. If he squinted, he could probably see the heart-shaped pupils in your eyes. “Yeah? That’s the caramel one right? Is that still your favorite?” He asked, shuddering when you held eye contact. He regretted his words the second they left his mouth, quietly beating himself up for how obsessed he sounded. He was pathetic. Your voice quietened, a teasing expression taking over your face. He already knew he was fucked before any words left your mouth. 

“You know, for someone who hasn’t talked to me in years, you seem to remember all of my favorite things.” An embarrassed flush spread across his face, heating his cheeks at the implications. He cleared his throat, sitting up straight. “Well, you always did have bad taste. It’s hard to forget that.” He excused, lying through his teeth. It would be impossible for him to forget your favorite things, considering the amount of times you used to beg him to get them for you back then. He knew you more than he knew himself. You gasped again, feigning offense. “How dare you! Iced coffee is delicious!” you raised your hands as you spoke, outraged. He let out a huff of air: an almost-laugh. “Coffee should not be cold!” He spoke incredulously. He matched your tone, although he looked way more calm than you did. You rolled your eyes at him, “Coffee is best when it’s cold!” he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, “Clearly you haven’t tried this one!” You spoke matter-of-factly, waving the plastic cup in the air to structure your point, careful not to spill any. He scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink. “I don’t need to try every variation of iced coffee to know it sucks.” He stated, rolling his eyes at you. He gently placed his cup on the table, looking back up to you and noticing the outrage plastered across your face. He missed your dramatic banter. He was sure that if he really wanted to, he could close his eyes and pretend that nothing happened between the two of you. Because in this moment, it felt like you never stopped being friends. “Here- just try it!” you demanded, shoving your cup in his face, angling the straw in his direction. He stared for a moment, almost to make sure you were being serious, before taking the cup from your hands, and taking a sip of your coffee. His lips lingered on your straw for the longest second of your life.

He was silent for a while, putting you under the assumption that he was analysing the flavor. He didn’t give two shits about the coffee. With shaky hands, he placed your cup back down in front of you. His heart was racing. He stared at the table, not trusting what would happen if he made eye contact with you after what had just happened. He could feel his face twitching, trying to fight the blush that crept onto his ears. Your elbows rested on the table, barely inside his field of vision. You propped your head up, both hands under your chin as you waited for his feedback. Was he losing it, or were your hands trembling too? He cleared his throat again, his mind spiralling as he thought about the feeling of his lips on your straw. He was overreacting, he knew it. But he couldn’t help feeling this way when it came to you. You always found a way to make him feel like this. He hated it. How were you being so casual right now? Was it not as big of a deal as he thought it was? You laughed accusingly. “Look at your face! I knew you liked it!” You pointed at him, an evil grin filling out your cheeks. He didn't know much about how he was feeling in that moment, but one thing was for certain: it wasn't the coffee he liked.

"It's not terrible."

The rest of the afternoon went perfectly. Thankfully, despite the time that had passed, conversations between the two of you flowed as naturally as they used to. You stayed at the café until the second it closed. And if you had things your way, you would’ve stayed until the sunset. Every time silence passed over you, Sakusa rushed to fill it. Knowing that if he was left with his thoughts for even a second, he’d go back to replaying the indirect kiss you shared over and over again in his mind. Were you going as crazy as he was over it? He didn’t want to think of it. Before you went home, the two of you stood outside of the café doors, exchanging goodbyes. He didn’t have a chance to blink before you pulled him into a quick hug. It lasted maybe 3 seconds at most. It was one of those sweet embraces that caused you to squeeze him tightly right before pulling away. He would sooner die than admit to leaning into your touch.

“See ya next time, kiyoomi.” You spoke quietly, almost whispering.

He had his girl back.

a/n: SORRY FOR THE DELAY!!! i hope this chapter makes u guys as insane as i am because i was losing my mind while writing this LMAO

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[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.05. intros.

EXHIBIT ONE: COFFEE ENTHUSIASTS

l/n y/n °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

college student majoring in photography <3 also works at onigiri miya on the side but spends a lot of her time doing client portraits and taking photos in her free time to add to her portfolio and get experience. really enjoys taking photos of street art, including graffiti and interactive pieces because she thinks they have so much meaning and significance. wanders around with suna a lot as they look for more art. went to itachiyama and knows sakusa the best but they both became good friends with inarizaki because atsumu would always bring osamu and suna with him to visit them in high school. y/n would sneak glances at suna when she thought he wasn’t looking but was always too nervous to say anything. in college, they grew closer and things became more comfortable as their friend groups hanged out more. she's allowed suna on her private account because it's where she posts most of her thoughts since her main account has to be dedicate to photography.

akaashi keiji & sakusa kiyoomi °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

akaashi

double majoring in literature and photography <3 whenever their classes assign group projects, akaashi, y/n, and kenma usually all work together. even on individual assignments, they usually go out together to keep each other company while they find their focuses <3 but he’s really going thru it, spends a lot of his time and money in coffee shops (and takes advantage of getting free food at onigiri miya). doesn’t have a very big booking schedule for client photography because he’s so busy but he’s always booked because people are obsessed with how good his eyes and skills at editing photos are. met and got to know y/n at the high school games between fukurodani and itachiyama when she would come to take photos of the volleyball team for publicity.

omi

wing spiker for the msby college volleyball team and majoring in athletic training. frequents onigiri miya but will only eat what y/n or osamu makes. he definitely grew close to y/n and trusts her because she’s just as much of a clean freak as him. their first interaction went something along the lines of her watching someone on the vball team trip on her equipment bag and her coming up to sakusa saying “your teammate just touched my bag with his dirty sweaty shoe and now i have to sanitize it. please tell them to stay away from my stuff.” and he was immediately sold. sometimes feels like the caretaker of his group, making sure everyone’s taking care of themselves because akaashi and y/n often get in the habit of partnering together to make bad decisions or locking themselves in a room to cram for classes

miya osamu & kozume kenma °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

osamu

went on a whim and started onigiri miya while also going to school for a degree in hospitality. works most nights with yn allowing them to grow pretty close. in high school, she also felt the most comfortable with him out of all the inarizaki boys and he would tell her all kinds of stories about suna because he could see how she looked at him. they still usually gossip while they work together and he definitely enables her whenever she feels like doing something (as long as it’s not harmful to herself or detrimental to her future!!!). whenever msby travels to away games, he usually gets the chance to set up a stand outside the court and will leave yn in charge of the tokyo location. is also close besties with akaashi because they share an immense love for food and has given him a free pass to eat there whenever he wants (atsumu on the other hand pays and sometimes gets a discount, usually only if yn is the one taking his order bc she feels bad for him)

kenma

photography major and part time streamer. literally is the only reason yn and akaashi have good cameras because he’ll give them his old ones whenever he buys a new one or will buy them equipment they need as a present. (in return) yn and akaashi definitely help him in general classes. feeds and has basically adopted a cat that somehow climbs their window sill everyday. he’s like the keeper of his dorm because he’s always home so whenever someone is out and has forgotten something, they’ll always spam kenma asking him to “pretty please” bring it to them. posts a lot of the photos he takes on his main twitter account. definitely takes a lot of street photography and spends more time editing photos that people send in but sometimes does portraits if requested.

extras <3

yn, akaashi, sakusa, and kenma all live together

osamu doesn’t pay rent but he’s often over bc he doesn’t want to be amidst the chaos of his actual roomates

kenma’s been forced to keep his depression clutter limited to his room because sakusa and y/n are both clean freaks

(sometimes if he lets her, y/n will come in to help him organize and clean his room)

sakusa often ends up cooking for everyone to eat because he knows no one will eat if they have to make something themselves

his one rule is you cannot be in the kitchen as the same time as him or he will stare you down

y/n usually just makes something for herself at onigiri miya but she’ll always take sakusa’s cooking over it

do not come at me abt how the real world works with businesses please 😭 let me be

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[nectardaddy]

full throttle | sakusa kiyoomi

chapter thirteen | parking garage | 🏎️

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The air was silent, a void of sound, the engine turned off from parking only twenty minutes ago - one could hear a pin drop if they wanted. Parking his car in the open space of a garage lot, one he frequently went to just to get away; and one he absentmindedly took her to now because he simply couldn't clear his mind.

Picking her up only to be found breathless, and lost yet again - so he took her here. The, almost to a T, script he made in his mind vanishing within a second as she looked at him. He was absolutely doomed - he couldn't speak, couldn't think, and most certainly, didn't know how to act.

"I really like you." He didn't realize his own words, not noticing they slipped past his lips until they were already in the air. Hanging by a dangerously thin thread, floating, until she finally took them with caution. Her lips parted to speak at the sudden words but closed abruptly as she let the phrase simmer in her subconscious.

"You do?" A gentle, but prodding question asked by her; one that made him feel silly all over again. A question to which he couldn't find words anymore and simply nodded, ridiculing himself within his mind. But thoughts drew a complete blank when a smile peaked at the corners of her lips, a ghost of one, one that made him swallow hard at what was yet to come. "I really like you too, Kiyoomi."

"Damn," he breathed out hopelessly. To which she couldn't help but chuckle, the outburst causing her small smile to grow as she laughed.

"You say it like it's a bad thing," she mused. Wrapping her mind around the singular word forgivingly, tenderly holding as she wanted him to say more. To say what he meant; to not skirt around the thought with sand paper words.

"No," he corrected quickly. "No, not at all. Actually far from it." Finally finding the confidence within himself to look at her, he found himself with lack of oxygen once more. The dim light of the parking garage hid her features well, but he was hopeless all the same. "I'm an idiot for not talking to you, I'm sorry."

"You'd only be an idiot if you stopped talking to me all together." She was teasing him, prodding at the situation with a silly smile on her lips. A phrase he couldn't help but allow a breathy laugh to leave his lips from; one that finally made the tension in the air subside and his shoulders drop.

"I'm not that much of an idiot." A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, looking to her like he finally managed to reach for something glorious. Fuck, she's beautiful, I am an idiot. "I won't fuck it up like a did in high school."

"What?" You asked in a chuckle, "you liked me in high school?"

"Oh, I was obsessed with you in high school," spoken in an exasperated breath, smile still pulling at his cheeks.

"You're not obsessed now?"

"You're the whole reason I won last week. If that's what obsessed then I don't know what to call it."

a cutesy chapter is coming after this one!

she was actively still in the car with him while sending those texts lmao

he was driving though so it's ok

he can flirt - just a little

kicking my feet at this chapter, it's happening FINALLY

the boy's gc is going to lose their minds over this when omi tells them

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[irisintheafterglow]

Hiii!! I’m absolutely in love with the way you write kiyoomi :) he’s literally perfect. If you have time, I would love a scenario where his partner meets the black jackals for the first time!! Whether it’s accidental or on purpose is up to you :)

but he was so much fun (and he had such weird friends!)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, mentions of cooking and eating, domestic omi crumbs, established relationship and pet names (love, baby), pure jackals crack

note: hi love!!! this prompt is so funny omg i'm obsessed. hope you like it!!! i got extremely carried away

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated :)

"i'm-" he starts, huffing out an irritated breath and setting his knife on the cutting board, gripping the edges of the countertop. you turn to look at him from your spot at the stove, tapping the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot and placing it in the spoon rest. you check the vegetable prep over his shoulder and find neat piles of cut carrots, cauliflower, and potatoes. it didn't seem like anything was wrong with his knife skills, so it perplexed you why he was suddenly having trouble expressing his thoughts. "i'm having..."

"you're having?" you wipe your hands on a kitchen towel and gently turn him to face you, snaking your arms around his neck while his hands find their natural place on your hips. your thumb absentmindedly brushes over his moles, right above his furrowed eyebrows of annoyance.

"doubts," he says uncertainly, glancing at the dining table set for four more than its usual two occupants. the corner of his mouth juts to the side in obvious discontent, even though he was trying not to dampen your excitement for formally meeting his friends. not that he would ever call them that, at least not in this lifetime.

"how so, baby?"

"they can be a little...hard to handle," he mutters. "you know them. you've seen it," he says, voice strained and it makes you chuckle at the memory of the first time you actually met his friends.

kiyoomi wishes that it didn't happen that way at least twice a day. it was partially your fault, overestimating your ability to find him in the back halls of the msby gym facilities after only a few months of dating. after turning yourself around about four different times and unable to retrace your steps, you settled for walking in the direction of a nearby conversation. you ended up, however, steering a wrong turn into the men's locker room, yelping in surprise when you were met with three bare chests, none of which belonged to your boyfriend. apologizing profusely and briskly walking away, you were fleeing too quickly to hear the three players equally as alarmed.

it was like a scene from a cartoon; you could vaguely make out the sound of things being thrown like shirts, water bottles, and flailing limbs. there were hushed whispers of holy shit, someone just walked in here and they're so pretty and put some fucking clothes on, shoyo, that's indecency. you make the executive decision to just wait for him outside, but before you leave, your boyfriend's voice rings loud and clear from around the corner.

"what the hell are you guys freaking out about?"

"omi, dude. you just missed them."

"missed who?"

"there was this really pretty person that walked in! they were wearing the same zip-up that you were wearing yesterday, isn't that neat?" your attention darts down to the jacket that was very much kiyoomi's and definitely not yours, your face warming from pure embarrassment. "maybe you could ask them if they shop there frequently; i think they'd be your type."

"since when did sakusa have a type?"

"hey, wait! where are you going?" is the last question you hear before your boyfriend comes barreling around the corner in nothing but shower shoes and sweatpants and looking just as bewildered as you and the three guys in the locker room. after a palpable moment of shocked silence, you both word-vomit at the same time.

"you're wearing my jacket."

"why are you shirtless?!"

"you're wearing my jacket." his voice drops in volume to a yelled whisper, his hand pulling you further down the hallway and away from the locker room despite his lack of clothes. a few of the gym staff eye you in confusion and you give them a weak smile, fighting the urge to stare at the muscle rippling across kiyoomi's body. "you're wearing my jacket," he repeats for the third time, as if it was taking several tries for his brain to compute the information in front of him.

"that's your main concern?!"

"no, shit, no," he shakes his head, regaining his composure after his mind short-circuited. "my main concern is you running into the three stupidest members of my team without me there-"

"and while they were shirtless," you add and his nose scrunches in pure distaste. "wait, why don't you want me to meet them without you there?"

"because they're stupid and-and i love you and they're-and they're stupid," he stammers, visibly flustered in a way that you'd never seen him before. it sets your face on fire, hearing how easily he said he loved you when you'd never said it to each other up until that point. the same realization must hit him at the same time and he pinches the bridge of his nose in defeat, sighing through his nose. "i just said i love you."

"you just said you love me," you echo, a delirious smile widening on your mouth as you peel his fingers away from his face and lace them into yours. "you just said you love me."

"he just said he loves them!" a very eavesdropping-sounding whisper comes from behind the wall and you both flinch. like a straw breaking a camel's back, kiyoomi's face contorted into a vengeful scowl. he composed himself for a moment, promising you he'd be right back, and then stomping around the corner where you heard receding screams of terror.

that was five months ago, and you finally convinced kiyoomi to let you meet his friends formally, along with atsumu's brother who was bringing more food to help you feed four pro athletes.

"i've seen a lot more than just them being stupid," you remind him, giggling when his face turns a light shade of pink. "and, i think it's endearing how much they care for you. i know you won't admit it, but i know you care about them, too." he gazes at you so softly that it makes you melt a little. i'm gonna marry you, one day, he thinks. "now, i promise i won't be deterred by their idiocy, so let me get back to cooking, okay?"

"okay," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "i love you. a lot."

"i love you even more, omi."

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[kiwanopie]

I’m on my knees begging for more kiyoomi 🧎🏽‍♀️it doesn’t even have to crime kiyoomi. I’ll accept anything. Also I love your writing, keep up the good work!

Honeymoon

lovesick crime lord!Kiyoomi x reader

cw: smut smut smut. oral (f!receiving), slight dub-con, choking, spit, dumbifaction, praise, obsessive lovesick thoughts, talks of breeding, creampie, PnV sex, multiple orgasms. Pure filth

wc: 3.7k

“Kiyoomi-” You shudder as he presses himself against you. “Is… consummating the first night really necessary…?”

Kiyoomi lifts his back to look at you more directly. Eyes a little glazed over and way too far gone to have only just slipped you out of your reception dress.

“If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to.” He breathes. “Just… let me have a little more of you, or else I might actually die.”

And he might just mean it. He’s been wound up tight since the two of you kissed at the altar. Passing lingering touches during talks with your families, holding you closer than ever during the couple’s dance, hell, you were surprised he didn’t leave a handprint on your dress, with how heavily his hand had been latched to your thigh all evening. It’s not like this is the first time the two of you have had sex. - Hell, with how often you were getting the seats wet in his car these past few days leading up to this, you were almost afraid he’d be a little over it.

But now you’re his wife. Now you’re a Sakusa. All his and he now all yours and that pretty rock on your finger matching the wedding band on his. - Your name’s engraved into the inner finish of his ring unlike the little love note he left on yours. Protruding letters somewhat so it scrapes a bit whenever he inches it up, and you’re not ashamed to say it’s a little butterfly-inducing to see your name all but carved into his left finger.

He wants you more than he thinks he can take. He feels like a teenager about to lay his crush on prom night. You’re so pretty in the flickering candlelight that he thinks he might actually throw up.

So in lieu of ruining the mood by anointing you in wedding cake chunks, Kiyoomi instead dips his head to pour a few slow kisses down your throat line. “Let me make you feel good if nothing else. That's all I want.”

“Just to make me feel good?“

“Whatever you want,” He suckles in a bruise, and you reward him with a sound that makes his face hot. “Just let me make you cum. I wanna hear you cum for me, angel.”

You shiver under his molten kisses. Goosebumps climbing up your arms as his loving hands caress anything worth caressing and honestly starting to feel just as amped up as he is. This guy’s frenzied. Hair standing up on his arms when you reach up to toy with the little curls on the low of his nape and wrap your legs around him like you want him to melt into you.

The bulge in his suit pants is so prominent that he’s one good touch from just ripping through the vacuna. You’re gracious enough to grant him permission with a soft ‘please’ that almost sends him over the edge, and without a moment to stutter, he dives in gratefully.

Kiyoomi’s lips are sensuous and tender as he presses them against yours. Firm grip keeping your jaw fixed in his direction as he peppers loving kisses between lecherous ones and sucking your bottom lip in his mouth until they’re over-kissed and swollen - every taste of your lips sends him further off the deep end.

You whimper in his mouth. His callous hand grabs a hefty handful of one of your breasts and teases over your covered nipple with his thumb until they’re erect and pointed proudly through your négligée. His breaths feel almost winded. Just being able to touch you like this after all day is sending him into a frenzy. To be completely honest, he’s spent most of the day counting the seconds till he could finally whisk you away into your lover’s suite. And even still, with you so close his mouth waters in anticipation.

He pulls the strap of your slip until the entirety of those pretty tits are exposed to the conditioned hotel air; he barely wastes a second sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he toys with the other one.

You croon. You hate how good Kiyoomi is at making you feel so wanted without even trying. Arching your back until you're feeding your breasts into his greedy mouth, you dig thin crescents into the bicep of his arm without even thinking.

Or recognizing all those pretty sounds you’re making. Kiyoomi fondles you down the path of your slip, squeezing and groping anything he can get his hands on as he slides your nipple out of his mouth with a lewd pop! And wraps his lips over the other as he finally finds the little hem of your gown.

He wants to make you feel good. It’s easy to forget who you’ve got on top of you right now. A man responsible for the suffering of too many people to count and too many problems in this nation that only he can benefit from. Immoral, corrupt, inimical things. So bad it could make you sick. - Kissing down your stomach and leaving hot trails in his wake as he goosebumps from how overwhelmed he is at being this close. This personal - He’s this loving.

And you’d be stupid to expect he meant anything less than that from him. - It’s hard enough to comprehend the fact that he means it when he says he loves you this much. Means it when he says he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Means it when he says he’d rather die than be with anyone else. Being propositioned straight into a marriage with a man known for being notoriously cruel and callous kind of negates those typical feelings of sureness. A man who’s only recognized by his cold stare, inability to find satisfaction in the most faultless of things, and so wrought with endless power that the entirety of Asia can do no more but bow to him. A boogeyman - for as long as you’ve known about him. Even in living with him, you see his callous nature and pray to never find yourself on the receiving end of it. But when he looks at you, he’s different. When he looks at you, speaks to you, speaks of you, he’s -

He groans at the way your wetness soaks up your pretty panties. Lovesick.

You more or less instinctively hump into his hand as he starts to rub in lovesome circles. Lewdly adjusting the movements of his hand in various circling and up and down motions that saturate your panties till they’re drenched in your slick. Honestly, if he keeps at it you might just cum from that alone.

Kiyoomi must hear it in the way your airy breaths have started to pitch because right as he just about brings you to the edge - he stops.

He’s positioning himself at the apex of your legs before you can even protest.

His lips are molten as he kisses up your supple thighs, fingers blistering as he caresses your plush skin staunchly. Every tender press of his lips is more gluttonous than the last, humming in between the smack of your cosseted skin the closer he gets to your hot center.

Your tits rise and fall as you pant at the anticipation; even in your apprehension does the way he fondles you give you goosebumps.

Kiyoomi presses a slow kiss to your covered slit. He all but buries his face in it as he groans at the mere sampling of your cassonade juices. Making out with your pussy through your ruined panties and riling himself up even more than he originally meant to. Whatever he anticipated you tasting like was an insult to how phenomenal the reality is as he sucks through the cotton. He swears he might just finish in his pants the moment he gets the real thing on his tongue.

His breaths shudder as he reaches over your hips to gingerly pull your panties down your legs, raising up to press chaste kisses on the “V” of your pelvis as they slide wetly down your legs, and he can barely brace himself when he spreads your thighs and bares your flower to his hungry eyes.

Kiyoomi sucks in a tight breath.

“S-Shit,” He licks his lips. “Look how fucking perfect you are.”

He shivers at the way you visibly tighten up at the praise. A bead of your glittery slick wets the carnelian in the hotel divan. Rightfully, he grieves it. - Something so delectable shouldn’t be wasted on some crummy furniture. It should be pouring over his tongue and lining the walls of his lungs like it lawfully deserves.

You shiver as his heated breaths blow feverishly over your exposed cunt. Jumping a bit when you feel his fingers spread your lips apart to bare you to him fully.

And then his tongue is lapping up your clit.

The conjoined sounds of your surprise and his mind-numbing bliss bump into one another and flutter into the open air. He’s so devotedly slurping up your pretty pussy that you almost consider this is more for him than you. I mean, he’s tonging up your cunt so messily that it almost feels hoggish. The wet sounds of his sloshing tongue turn your ears hot as you start to mindlessly hump into his face, already so overwhelmed by the pleasure that your head’s gone all fuzzy.

Kiyoomi moans into your sloppy pussy as you start to card your fingers through his hair, drunkenly humping into the seat of the divan as he dips his tongue into your sweet little hole.

You trill at that intoxicating feeling of irresistible bliss. “F-…Fuck! Ah…H-Holy shit…”

He sloppily drags his tongue up your open cunt to suck your clit into his mouth, suckling on it tenderly till he’s sliding it from between his lips, and lapping it up all over again.

God, if he keeps going at you like this you’re gonna fucking cum. It’s like his tongue is heating up the more he goes at it - so sloppy with his cunt flavored spit that it makes a puddle that pools along your backside. He’s eating you out like it’s all he’s meant to do.

You outright whine when he pulls away for a pensive second, cooing to you as he sucks your slick from his lips and rubs his fingers in quick circles over your swollen clit.

Kiyoomi asserts breathlessly. “Let me see that pretty face, baby.”

You raise on your elbows a little dazedly. Spaghetti straps pulled up to maintain your dignity from his earlier ministrations falling again over your shoulders in a way he could only describe as mouthwatering. The differing color of your areola peeks from the disarrayed fabric of your little slip, and the hazy look in your eyes makes you look more beautiful than he can rationally take.

He wants to pour himself over you and let you wear him like a second skin. He salivates at the way your clit throbs under his fingers. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Kiyoomi swivels his hand until his middle finger is lined up with your hole. “I don’t want you to miss this.”

Your face cinches lewdly when he eases his finger in and pumps it a few times, and you whimper when he pulls back to add another finger. But the way you gape as he bends his neck to flatten his tongue against your clit, and shiver under the extended eye contact, it's enough to make him feel like near cumming untouched. You’re starting to drive him too crazy.

But he doesn’t know the half of it until you reach for his scalp again. Carding your fingers through and then tugging, his stomach butterflies as you wantonly throw your head back, and he groans as one of your legs lifts just over his shoulder.

But then you’re moaning out into the air. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuck me, Kiyoomi! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

That’s what pushes him over the edge.

Kiyoomi’s grunting into your cunt like a love-drunk whore as his eyes roll and he falls into that beatific bliss. He’s pistoning his fingers into your squelching cunt like his life depends on it, lapping you up like it’s the only thing keeping him living. Raunchily he makes out with your pussy until you're falling on your back and holding onto his hair for dear life, suffocating him, but he couldn’t be any more thrilled about it. Giving his breath to the woman delivering him into such mind-breaking pleasure is the least he can do. Especially when your thighs tighten over his ears, and you’re fucking into his mouth like it’s all he’s good for.

He’s hard as a rock before he even finishes his initial orgasm, moaning into your cunt as he brings his free hand up to belt you even more firmly against his face. And he almost falls over the edge again when he realizes you’re cumming.

“Yes! Yes! Ffffuck! Oh my god! Fuck, Omi! Fuck. So good! It’s so good, baby!”

If his balls get any tighter, they might explode.

Kiyoomi fucks his tongue and fingers into you ruthlessly as you ride out your orgasm on his face. No doubt singing loud enough that anybody walking parallel to the suite would hear it clear as day, but he relishes in it. Unabashed as he moans into your spasming cunt and indulges himself until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. He just barely comes up for air when his lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen.

You pant into the room as your body finally goes limp. You’re shaking. Legs quivering at his sides and struggling to catch your breath. The amount of pleasure you’re still coming down from makes the underlying haze all the more sweeter. - But you don’t even get the chance to revel in it when he’s already hovering over your fucked out form.

Kiyoomi’s lips are so tinged with you that it’s almost all you can taste. He kisses you with such frenzied fervor that you have to holster your hands on his shoulders to keep him at bay.

He breathes into your lips. “You did so good for me, angel. So fucking good,” You can hear his belt clinking between you both. “I love you so much. Fuck. I love you so much.”

You pant into the air as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. He’s so solid and all-encompassing that he’s all you can focus on right now. “Kiyoomi, you’re- Fuck, you gotta-“

You squeal when the tip pops in.

Even after all this time it still stretches you out to an almost painful degree. Pulsing as Kiyoomi pushes in, so hot and heavy that it feels like he’s tearing you apart from the inside. He groans so drunkenly in your ear that it nearly makes you tremble. But you can do no more than stay locked in place as he breaches your insides, and presses himself in until he’s filled you to the hilt.

Kiyoomi peppers you in wet kisses as he coos at you to relax, so far gone from the amount of pleasure he’s experiencing all at once that his words almost slur. “ 's okay. You’re okay, baby. Jus’ relax for me. It’ll feel good in just a second.”

You grind your teeth as your nails dig into his shoulders. He hisses as you start to break the skin, but it only makes his cock twitch in your velvety insides.

He’s in your fucking stomach. And it feels… bigger somehow. Like now that he’s your husband he’s giving it all to you finally and you can barely take it. So thick and heavy. Fuck, he’s so deep inside.

You must’ve muttered that last part out loud because his hips flinch at the sound of it. Still shushing you as he sucks bruises into your pulse point and rubs up your thighs like he means to console you.

When you start to squirm he palms your lower thigh and lifts your leg up just under the knee. Gearing his hip back till half of his wet shaft is exposed to the air and lifting his head for a good look at you.

The way your eyes roll back as he finally starts his brutal pace is enough to all but turn his pupils into hearts.

Kiyoomi swallows your clipped whines as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. Stopping every other thrust to press himself into you until his balls are squishing up against your ass and grinding himself in so deep that you swear he’s coming up through your throat.

You’re tearing fabric beads out of his dress shirt you’ve been clawing into him so hard. The thought of you marking him up makes his heart start to flutter.

“Shit. You feel that?” He grunts against your lips. “Feels so fucking amazing. All ‘ve been thinking about all day.”

You try to respond with something along the lines of “You’re too deep!” Or “Slow down!” But it only comes out as blissed out mumbling.

Kiyoomi slams in a few cutthroat thrusts that turn your guts into soup. You unlatch one of your hands to dig your nails into the cushions of the loveseat as your toes curl. “I’m almost pissed. - Keeping this perfect pussy away from me. ~ My perfect pussy away from me. Almost went insane knowing just how - oh fuck - fucking… phenomenal you’d feel. Think I just might put a baby in you.”

You wail through the pleasure to slur out disjointedly. “N-…No baby! Don’t wan’ a baby, Omi! Don’t…ah! Don’ want it!”

“No?” He lifts your other leg till he’s holding you in a mating press, watching those pretty tits bounce as your drool runs down your cheek. “You don’t want my baby? This pussy’s begging for it.”

You sob so prettily when he starts to dig you out like he hates you. “No! Nononono…! Don’t want a baby! Wan’ you, Omi! O-Only - fuck - Only want you, Omi!”

And even through all this, hearing something like that come from your mouth makes his face hot. It makes him hold onto your thighs with the kind of tightness that’ll bruise tomorrow. Heart squeezing as you cry out for him through teary eyes. “Yeah? You want me? You want Omi?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Only want Omi! F-fffuck! O-Only want my Omi!”

He wants to marry you all over again. He’s really not gonna last if you keep talking like this.

Kiyoomi hoists one of your legs on his shoulder to free his hand for a grip on your jaw. The difference in angle as he leans in for a sloppy kiss makes you both groan.

Your eyes are glazed over when he pulls away, mouth still gaped open to moan drunkenly in the air, but just the sight of your kiss-swollen lips is just too tempting to pass up.

He sucks your tongue into his mouth lewdly, deepening the kiss as he grinds himself into the hilt and starts again on those vicious thrusts that has you hiccuping underneath him. His voice is heavy with lust as he asserts. “Open your mouth a little wider for me, baby.”

And like the perfect little wife you are, you broaden your lips apart till your pretty pink tongue is bared for him. “That’s right. Good girl, angel.”

The mirth in his smile makes your tears well up from the pride.

And then he spits in your mouth.

Your eyes roll as he licks the leftover gossamer trail from his lips, swallowing it as the knot in your lower stomach tightens. His firm grip on your jaw slackens till he’s skimming it down to your throat - and he reapplies his hold with a loving fervor. At this point, he’s fucking you so thoroughly that you’re sure you’d be ruined for anyone else, regardless. Cock swelling in your tightening insides, and looking down at you with the kind of adoration that says he’s far gone and he’s not coming back. So in love with you that it’s almost frightening.

His fingers press against the side of your throat till your head starts to feel light. “Tell me you love me.”

You’re starting to see stars. “Say it. Tell me you love me. Tell me you can’t live without me.”

Honestly, with how cockdrunk and wound up you are, it’s really starting to feel like it. “I love you!” You cry.

“I love you! I love you! I can’t - ah! oh god… C-Can’t live without you!” Oh fuck, you’re cumming again. “Love you so much, Omi! I love you! Fuck! I love you! I love you, Omi! Iloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou - please… oh my god… don’t stop don’t stop… fffuckkk oh my god, Omi…so fucking good…”

He outright chokes on his breaths, little tears welling in his eyes, half from the pleasure, half from the bliss of hearing you cry out for him so earnestly. He chirps out a mix of a grunt and a whine, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as he loses his mind and fucks into you even as you clench around his hot cum.

The sound of his lovesick voice - babbling into your ear as he continues to fuck your brains out, sends you hurling into a whole nother orgasm. “S-Shit! Oh my god. Oh my fucking - Oh Christ, angel. F-Fuck! I love you too, baby. I love you so much it - Ugh… oh god… Love you so much it hurts. Jus’ wanna make you happy, baby. Wanna-… oh fuck… I’m cumming again… I’m cumming, m’ cumming…”

Kiyoomi presses his forehead against yours as he continues to empty his balls into your gooey insides, still digging in your guts as you pant mindlessly into the air. “Fuck - Take it. Take it, baby. Mhf… Fuck yeah, keep milking me like that.”

He swivels his hips a few more drunken times before finally going limp.

Kiyoomi sighs as he dumps his head on the inside of your shoulder to catch his breath for a few empty seconds. Relishing in your mirrored worn out breaths and the way your heart races in tandem with his. He presses ginger kisses up your heavily bruised neck and jaw, holding you tight even as the residual bliss starts to fade. Still just as lovesick, amative, if not a half step from straight up worshiping you as he sluggishly lifts his head, and grazes his nose tenderly against your own. Gentle breaths kiss over your lips as he hovers - and lingers there a savory moment. He finally lets himself press his lips against yours with an ardent sigh blown into the room. Gentle kisses that start slow and end open-mouthed, Kiyoomi knows this is the happiest he’s ever been in his life.

And you encourage him as he indulges himself. As he kisses you like you’re the air he breathes and holds you like it’s the only thing his arms were made for. Loving you so tenderly, so intimately, like he’s craved for every second since he’s met you, and even as he whispers words of ardor and amour between your entwined lips, you do nothing to stop him.

You might love him a little more than you anticipated.

[touchlikethesun]

okay so i will say, i do think the hinata harem is kinda cringe and it is definitely not something that should be brought back or encouraged bc people take it way too far and they make it weird

however...

it is endlessly amusing to me just how much chemistry he has with like. every setter. like yeah he gets along with just about everybody but the tension between him and setters is on a whole nother level, like obvs kags is the first one that comes to mind, but it's not just kags, kenma oikawa even atsumu (*gags*) are just like . obsessed with him- and he freaking matches their energy!! like kenma and hinata don't even get me started but oikawa and hinata meeting up in brazil post time skip and immediately becoming bfs/partners?? no one but hinata could charm oikawa like that... (i'm not talking about astumu and hinata because i hate atsumu but even with my deep hatred for him i can recognise how well they work together)

that being said, i think it would be absolutely hilarious if post-canon it becomes like an inside joke on MSBY that hinata will - somehow - manage to charm/befriend or otherwise click with the setter on every team they play against. like sakusa and bokuto will be watching as hinata lands a particularly impressive spike and the other team's setter will blush or get that look in their eye and bokuto will either cheer or groan depending on if he won the bet on how long it would take this time xx

[fluorescentadolescent1]

can you write a red one-shot with sakusa from haikyuu? Love you<33

I love you so much more for asking sakusa, I hope you enjoy it!

❝ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦❞

: The miya's younger sister comes to the msby party with one purpose, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

warning!: kinda mean!kiyoomi, unprotected sex, spanking a little bit, possessive omi <3 , choking.

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Your relationship with your brother's teammates was always friendly, but there was one person you wished wouldn't treat you like a friend. Sakusa Kiyoomi was your biggest crush, until the innocent looks grew to be a sexual tension that had you touching yourself at night and fantasizing that they were his. You wanted him to see you for the woman you are, not just the little sister of his obnoxious and loud friend.

So you decided that if Sakusa didn't take the initiative, you would.

It all started at a msby party, where Atsumu decided to bring his little sister as plus one, and you were not going to say no since you were dressed with a purpose.

So you decided to pamper yourself and buy a new outfit for the occasion, put on makeup and fix your hair in a sensual way.Upon entering, you were holding onto Atsumu's arm, while greeting people you already knew and those you didn't, but your gaze was looking for someone in specific.

At one point Atsumu went to the bar dragged by bokuto leaving you alone in the middle of the lounge.

" I didn't think I'd see you here today, I thought you'd be stuck next to your brother as usual"

You could feel the sarcasm in Sakusa's voice behind you, even without seeing it you felt your skin crawl. You usually spent your spare time helping Osamu with his restaurant.

You turned around and you could feel the heat emanating from Sakusa's body, he was dressed in black dress pants, a dark blue shirt rolled up on his arms and loose buttons almost reaching his neck. He looked incredibly hot.

" Sometimes a girl needs to be distracted a bit, besides Atsumu said that Kageyama could attend today" You couldn't help but tease him, something you knew very well about Sakusa was his short temper and the dislike for the younger setter.

Sakusa rolled his eyes and moved closer to you, his expensive scent filling your nostrils making you tingle, "Do you really think someone like Kageyama could distract you? I thought you were the smartest Miya, what a disgrace"

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you not to compare me to my idiot brothers?" Also, I didn't know that you already had such an opinion of me, be careful omi-kun~, you seem obsessed with me" you smiled mischievously, what you didn't expect is for Sakusa to get close to your ear and whisper, "And what will you do if I am?" and unleashed everything.

One thing led to another and now you were in the parking lot of the party, locked in his luxury car. You were mounted on top of him and you felt his hands greedily go all over your body while his lips left wet kisses all over your neck.

" Omi, not here, please, someone can come out and see us like this" you murmured clinging to the last thread of consciousness you had left, the tickling between your legs clouded your mind.

"Do you really think I care? You don't know how long I waited to do this" Kiyoomi said turning his face away from your neck and holding your face in his hands, his pupils were dilated and you could swear you could die looking at him.

" I didn't know you were so in love with me omi-omi" you said smiling, you tried to get closer to kiss him on the lips but he stopped you seriously on his pretty face.

"You know that i do, why did you think I was going to Osamu's restaurant after team practices and you were there, why i stayed with you a while longer when you waited for Atsumu to come out of the gym showers?" this time it was sakusa approached your face, "Why do you think that the day I found out that Kageyama was going to ask for your number I threw a service ace in his face?"

You laughed remembering that match, everyone was amazed that the Sakusa Kiyoomi lost track of the ball so much. You always thought that spending so much time with Atsumu began to affect him.

" I knew you were attracted to me, but I never thought you'd give me a chance to get closer. I thought you tease me just for being your teammate's sister"

Your laugh spreads a smile on Kiyoomi's face, who once again brought your face closer to his, your breath mixing, "You're a fool if you think that to me you were just that, I always saw you beyond your brother"

This time Kiyoomi let you kiss him, compared to the touches on your body, the kiss was sweet and delicate, in silence he wanted to show you how much he longed for this moment.

The kiss began to intensify, your hands caressing Kiyoomi's curly hair, and he caressed the skin on your hips.

"So show me omi, show me that you want me"

Your words were like a lighter that lit the fire in him, his hands became greedy again,his hands began to move up your dress little by little, you instead unbuttoned his shirt and allowed yourself to touch his chest.

" Don't be a brat, don't forget who you're talking to" Kiyoomi patted the side of your thigh, you whimpered and moved a little against his throbbing erection.

" Don't be mean omi~" you started to leave kisses on his face while your hands tried to unbutton his pants but again, Kiyoomi stopped you making you moan in frustration, "Please Omi, I just want to make you feel good"

Kiyoomi smiled and you know it's the same smile he has when he manages to get Atsumu mad , "I want you to cum like this first, rub against me and get what you want, then I'll fuck you enough that my name is the only thing on your mind."

God you could feel that you already left a stain on his pants. Kiyoomi saw your doubt and grabbed your waist with his big hands and began to rub you against his dick making you whimper.

"Please, please" you really didn't know what you were asking for, but the force with which you moved against him was enough to drive you crazy, the mere idea of doing something so dirty in such a clean person made your mind blow.

Kiyoomi spanked your ass making you jump, one hand closing around your neck, applying enough pressure to make your head spin, and the other rocking your hips, "So greedy, so spoiled, you can't do one thing right"

Your body was getting hotter, your clit was pulsing with the need for attention, and Kiyoomi was going to give it to you. Under the hand that was on your hips, he moved your underwear to the side and began to massage it at the same time that you moved causing your moans to be louder and louder. "That's it, good girl, make a mess for me"

His words were like an order to your brain, you tried to suppress yourself but you exploded in incomparable euphoria and pleasure, your cum soaked all over Kiyoomi's pants, "What a pity that all this is going to be wasted without first being able to try it" He said caressing your entrance with his two fingers, collected your slick and brought his fingers to your mouth.

Your cheeks were red, the sweat from your body stuck your baby hair to your forehead and your eyes reflected the hunger you felt, "Please omi, I was good" you begged again but Kiyoomi silenced your prayers forcing his fingers into your mouth, you quickly sucked them as if they were his dick and this time ,Kiyoomi had to control himself not to cum.

"Such a silly baby, you're right, you've been good" Kiyoomi kissed the valley of your breasts while helping you to get his dick out of its confinement, seeing him in all his vigor you felt your mouth salivate, Kiyoomi saw your expression and chuckled leaving a kiss on your mouth, "There will be time for that another time, now I need to be inside you"

Another time, the promise that this will happen again made you smile with happiness.

Kiyoomi wasting no time, pushed aside your underwear and gently entered you, you were quite wet from your orgasm but he didn't want to hurt you.

The stretch felt delicious, it wasn't that wide but it was quite long, little by little you felt it enter completely, blocking your breath.

" Omi feels so so good, please omi, please make me yours" the words came out of your mouth before your brain could process them, he moaned and decided to silence them with a hot kiss, carefully he began a slow sway until he began to increase speed and strength, hitting more and more the small point inside you that brought you closer to orgasm.

Wrapping his arms around your hips and planting his feet on the floor of the car, Kiyoomi started a movement that made your vision blur, "Who's making you feel like this? Uh? We just started and you can't even talk anymore, you think that useless setter could make you feel as good as I do?"

The windows of the car fogged up and the atmosphere smelled of sex, anyone who peeked in could guess what was happening inside.

" You! fuck, holy fuck, you Kyoomi, only you " you moaned feeling your orgasm closer than before, he moaned as he felt your walls close more and more on his cock.

He began to massage your clitoris this time carelessly, increasing the volume of your moans, your mind increasingly less understood the situation and you could only understand the pleasure that your body felt.

"Come on brat, scream for me, cum with me" Kiyoomi's thrusts increased until your scream made them stop, cumming inside you, filling you with his thick and hot cum.

The only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing, both hugged each other's body while Kiyoomi was still inside you, you closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder while he caressed your hair.

"Let me take you on a date, you can choose anywhere but your brother's restaurant" Kiyoomi said giving you a kiss on the forehead, you smiled and looked at him with amusement.

" Could you not talk about any of my brothers while you're inside me?" you joked and omi's cheeks turned red.

You laughed when you heard him complain that you were vulgar, this man was definitely going to be the death of you.

The vibration of your cell phone in your wallet that was in the passenger seat took them out of their bubble, you turned on and the first message that appeared was from Atsumu. Shit.

[halowishes]

october favs!

what i recommend this month.

(my reviews are getting longer… i will not apologize T-T)

burden of blame

e. 91.2k. violence. yakuza au.

i’ve finally read the iconic fic. the writing for this and atsumu’s character deserves more praise than i can do. his fears, motivations, dreams, and hopes are so gripping and emotional. i just love long fics so much. you learn so much about the characters and there’s so much DEPTH. i always feel so lucky to read them.

the MSBY black jackals guide to self care

t. 4.5k. canon compliant.

it’s sakusa with a religious self care routine versus 6 in 1 shower wash. such a sweet fic of sakusa learning a new routine, befriending the jackals, and getting praise (as he should!). and i love a sakusa pov <3

insert coin to play

e. 178k. cyberpunk/ bounty hunters au. violence.

finally was brave enough to read this and it did not disappoint :’). this dynamic of loudmouth but extremely competent atsumu x observant and stealthy but full of sass kiyoomi is SO fun. not to mention them being absolutely obsessed with each other (and not realizing it). this fic is so creative, beautifully written, and embodies every possibility in fanfic. they mean so much to me and i could write essays on how good this fic is. fairycake has never let me down.

fan behavior (series)

t/ e. 41.3k total. 4 works. canon compliant.

there’s something cosmically right about teenage kiyo being a fanboy and an atsumu apologist. the premise of the jackals trying to differentiate the miya twins fit sooo well😭 this series had me giggling into my pillow.

strawberry

t. 8.5k. american college au.

i was expecting a silly college fic but it ended up being so much more. i have complex feelings about the asian american experience and college (im graduating soon), so this fic spoke to a few different parts of me. highly recommend if you have a weird relationship with your culture, ethnicity, your parents, or have a crush on your friend :P

crash course

e. 6.0k. all-japan youth camp.

ah yes, horny high schoolers at a sleep away camp. teen kiyoomi wants to lose his virginity and sets motoya on a mission to find the best choice. enter miya atsumu: five star reputation, good at volleyball, hot, and willing. perfect candidate for kiyo’s big moment!

it drives you crazy getting old

m. 45.9k. 13 going on 30 skts!

atsumu being an asshole to kiyoomi at the all-japan youth camp only for them to wake up at 32 years old, MARRIED, in their osaka home! both are horrified as they realize they’re stuck together in a future they don’t know! this fic made me look forward to getting older, facing changes, and finding people who love my quirks <3

your best american boy

t. 23.3k. asian american high school au.

this fic left me speechless. it’s filled to the brim with emotion, experience, raw and open wounds, and such beautiful prose. learning your culture, appreciating your family, talking to your parents, forgiving your parents, being seventeen, feeling wrong in your skin. it’s a love letter to coming-of-age and asian american-ness (however you choose to define that). it changed how i think about family & identity.

constellations we call home

e. 53.5k. end of the world au.

i LOVE apocalypse aus and this one did not disappoint: the dread, the hope, the wonder, the magic of having no future!! pro volleyball player atsumu finds his cog in the corporate machine neighbor at the end of the world. what does it mean if your life begins with three weeks left to live?

do i dare disturb the universe?

t. 14.9k. parallel universe au.

corporate machine kiyoomi (again!) wakes up in a parallel universe next to the man he dumped 10 years ago— so why does he seem so happy in this life? this fic is gentle and emotional and introspective. i love these kinds of fics bc life is sooo fast and confusing. we never know if we’re making the right decisions and sometimes it’s hard to listen to your heart, but your life is still in your hands. let yourself feel!

nowhere man

e. 40.5k. college band au.

nonlinear storyline of famous atsumu and restaurant owner kiyoomi and their 3 meetings. i’m a sucker for “right person, maybe next time” because if they’re the right person you WILL find a next time. internetpistol’s fics are always emotionally charged and liberating. although sad at points, it’s also very genuine.

again, like this

e. 55.7k. mid-time skip fwb.

(ao3 exclusive)

none of you understand how in love with this fic i am. fwb whose feelings become too much to ignore. it was one of the first skts fics i read, i go back to it probably every week, and the characterization fits SO perfectly. i could read this again and again (heh get it?) and i’d fall in love every single time. my ultimate emotional support fic.

miya atsumu, adored by all (loved by some)

t. 41.1k. canon compliant.

atsumu just wants to be liked, so everyone lets him know they like him (and some love him). my heart really ached for this one. we’ve all had moments of self doubt where we don’t feel like good people, so this fic feels like a warm hug on days like that. find the person you share stardust with <3 you’re all very lovable.

brain fish - bokuaka

(surprise! i read other ships sometimes!)

t. 12k. pre canon(??)/ high school.

this was the SILLIEST and CUTEST little fic ever. bokuto texts the wrong number about the fish he desperately wants. akaashi just keeps texting back. this fic was so reminiscent of all the awkwardness that comes with high school crushes. texting way too late, sounding a little different than real life, and that meeting after all the texts. so adorable.

[kira-fluff]

haikyuu!! neurodivergent headcanons 💕

tw: several listed mental illnesses, some of these are solely off of vibes but most of them I have reasons lol note! I do not believe autism is a mental illness or something that is "wrong" with an individual, hence why the title is "neurodivergent" rather than "mental illness". just had to put that out there! to all my neurodivergent babies I love you! a/n: hello! as a neurodivergent like myself (depression, anxiety, ptsd, bulimia, etc etc) i thought it would be really cool to do an analysis on one of my biggest hobbies (psychological illnesses) and relate them to haikyuu characters! some of them have a deeper explanation because I feel so strongly about it.

attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADD/ADHD) BOKUTO, hinata, NISHINOYA, atsumu, lev

generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) sugawara, OIKAWA, asahi, yamaguchi, yachi, aone, akaashi, tendo

social anxiety disorder (SAD) asahi, KENMA

post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) oikawa

depression (MDD) oikawa, KENMA, kuroo, suna, matsukawa, tendo

autism sakusa, USHIJIMA, kageyama, kyotani, kenma

eating disorder(s) (AND, BND, BED) OIKAWA, KENMA

obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) oikawa

borderline personality disorder (BPD) daishou

insomnia kuroo, kenma, osamu

hypersomnia suna

analysis under the cut

it's pretty obvious that bokuto struggles the most to self-regulate, even to others, but I personally believe that oikawa struggles the most with his mental health.

like almost everyone in haikyuu, oikawa is obsessed with volleyball, but he takes it to a point of overexertion and taking his anger and frustration at his own inadequacies out on others.

I really think oikawa's relationship between he and kageyama and he and ushijima are the ones that show how bad his anxiety is

ushijima and kageyama both don't understand the emotions oikawa is feeling which could be written off as them not understanding their talents, but I think it's something more

to me, I feel it is blatantly obvious that ushijima is autistic. he just so frequently seems to be unable to read the emotions of others or takes things literally when it's something else intended. I'm not autistic, though, so autistic community, let me know your thoughts!

bokuto and hinata both have an insane amount of energy, but struggle to be successful in school. sports works for both of them because their focus is constantly needed to be diverted or "all over the place" that it helps them be great players

kuroo is one of those other characters that I feel like I'm reaching to say he has mental health struggles but to me it just comes off in vibes. first of all, any kid with divorced parents should be in therapy so I feel there's definitely some struggles there.

I think kuroo is the type that hides his struggles and pretends they aren't happening. he puts a lot of pressure on himself to be the best at everything he does, and so he feels he doesn't have time to deal with the emotions that leave him feeling empty

kenma was someone I immediately felt was autistic. he has so many key factors like an obsession/hyperfocus on his hobbies and trouble socializing (social anxiety).

kenma has some of the strongest evidence toward my beliefs, specifically in this quote: "I'm not good with people, and I don't want to interact with them. and yet, I'm very concerned about what others think of me." like, tell me that doesn't radiate autistic/SAD vibes!!!!

idk what it is, like inadequacies or what but I genuinely believe oikawa has some kind of trauma. like he's definitely carrying something that so heavily effected him that it controls the choices he makes in life

I don't have much evidence that suna has depression, it's just a vibe because of his mannerisms and what he says. I think it's the kind where it's well-managed, but it shows up in physical symptoms like apathy more than anything.

atsumu gives ADHD vibes solely because of like how all over the place he is and how he can't always seem to properly get out what he's trying to say lol

sakusa is one that to me could be seen as "done with your bullshit" but I think he also hates crowds (like me, I mean who doesn't) and struggles socially probably because of anxiety or autism. not sure!

basing daishou off of vibes, too, because if I'm being honest all I've seen in the show is him having hostile relationships or being on-off with them, though its certain I could be reading too much into it, but that's the fun of headcanons.

do you agree with what I wrote? I would love to hear your thoughts!

[ambrosialdesire]

Who are your fav writers on here? Any fic recs?

okay buckle up because i have a lot of fic recs LMAO there's some that i'm not technically in the fandom as of now but i still thoroughly enjoyed the read.

most of my fav writers on tumblr are the ones i follow but i'll still list them cause im pretty sure my following is hidden lol (please go and support them as well!! they're all amazing i stg)

none of these are ordered on favoritism, i'm just listing them as i find them. plus i included brief descriptions in each fic i recommend lol, lmk if none of the links are working or if they are accidentally labeled wrong. THIS SHIT TOOK FOREVER TO FORMAT LMAO

i'll probably constantly update this whenever i read something good or when i find another great writer as well that i want to mention <3

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

LAST UPDATED: 06-16-2024

favorite writers

yandere-daydreams - love their fic imagines, multifandom and has original fics jackrrabbit - amazing multifandom writer, ik she hasn't updated in a hot min but her fics are so good seijorhi - multifandom, mainly haikyuu, jjk & tokyo revengers (though i'm personally not a fan of tokrev, i still want to acknowledge that she also writes for this fandom!) throwaway-yandere - their alhaitham fics are 🤌🤌, one of my favorite genshin writers and their art is so good! bunnykawa - she doesn't have much fics posted but she's another great haikyuu writer!! rocorambles - multifandom writer but i mostly indulge in their haikyuu fics remember-to-be-gentle - multifandom & original fic writer rotworld - original fic writer, love the amount of details and lore that they put into their writing

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[kings-highway]

How do you feel about SakuAtsu? Personally is my current obsession.

mmm....mmmmmmmmmm.........

I knew this would come down the line. I knew it. Now here'a the deal, you gotta read my whole post before revolting against me.

I... I don't like them.

Now now, before you get up in arms, let me explain-

I actually dont dislike the *ship.* I actually think it's one of Atsumu's better ships.

But I have a HUGE problem with fanon-Atsumu. I cannot stand him in 80% of what I read. I think he is an incredibly interesting and complex character but I've never seen a SakuAtsu post that felt in-character. So I've never really been able to... care... (not that Im about to be very in character, i have little experience with either...)

BUTTTTT as is the trend with these asks, I am here to appreciate all ships, so lets see what I can find for them... 🤔

I can see them sort of standing a meter apart, at the tokyo youth camp, and Atsumu makes some sort of snarky quip and Sakusa cant helo but chuff a sort of laugh and Atsumu absolutely lights up because oh my god does he think Im funny???? and then he tells 1048 terrible jokes but Sakusa doesnt laugh for a single one and Atsumu makes it his goal to make him laugh again but Sakusa doesnt actually think he's funny, his mean one-liner was. So in the evening when they're eating, and Atsumu manages another cleverly scathing comment, this time directed at Komori, and Sakusa LAUGHS - actually in this scene Komori is the most shocked (and horrified)

They exchange numbers but they dont use them for like two months, until Sakusa asks if he's made it to nationals out of the blue and Atsumu says yes. Asks if they want to meet up- Atsumu asks if Komori is forcing him to reach out and try to make friends. Sakusa will neither confirm or deny.

I feel like Atsumu doesnt have a ton of jealousy over Osamu, but Sakusa definitely has some kind of like line about not even knowing they were twins, or not really caring. Atsumu almost tried to convince him Osamu is more interesting that him - he's more social, he's friendlier, he's funnier, he can cook, he can do everything - and Sakusa is all amused like "yeah but YOU'RE my friend so??? what about it??? also half those things are a nightmare, I dont want the friendly, energetic twin that wants me to socialize. I like that we just go off alone."

It takes like 8 months for Atsumu to introduce him to anyone. For those 8 months, Komori is the only person who even really gets to see them as a couple.

Sakusa has an anxiety attack and Atsumu expects it to be cute and panicked and instead he comes in and Sakusa has destroyed his room, because he saw a spider go under his bed, but couldnt find it and couldnt kill it and it somewhere in the room, and Atsumu crouches down and holds his hands and helps him through breathing and tells him they'll find it. And Atsumu has never given a shit about anyone like this, but he crawls around on his hands and knees by the flipped over bed and helps look to kill the thing until they find it (or Sakusa calms down and agrees it left the room).

It was not cute and Atsumu does not think he was the hero he wanted to be for him with all the answers, but Sakusa kisses him on the cheek anyway and Atsumu realizes how far gone he is.

Overall Ratings:

For me, Personal Interest: 0/10

Concept/Potential: 8/10

[noritoshiikamo]

double the trouble [osamu miya x y/n x atsumu miya ft sakusa kiyoomi]

cw threesome (+1 not directly receiving), two c/ock one hole, female receiving, male receiving, penetrative intercourse, breeding kink, spitting, dubious breeding

back from hiatus to say that i take back whatever the fuck i said about miya twin bcs i have a full blown shelf of their merch im a whore idk man its porn with minor plot i just want to take both miya twin together, never in fight tho

osamu has been obsessed with the idea of breeding you since graduation. it grew more and more obsessive the moment he found out, not from you, but his own twin brother that you have been on birth control.

“yer didn’t know?”

the words out of the blonde was like a laugh to his own face. osamu eyed him, hands working fast on the onigiri pretending not a single word said he said is being taken at heart. he was insulted. huffing, silently cursing as the inside of the onigiri leaked from his own carelessness–he sat it aside, putting his own attention to the flapping mouth in front of him.

atsumu was like a schoolgirl giggling, “oh yer really didn’t know.”

his eyes squinted, “should i be concern ‘bout this?”

the twin shook his head, picking apart the mess he made on the table, “t’was that one time, long time ago even, i think it was before we grad or was it her first time. she said that yer came in her, she was blabbering mess, whaddaya think i was gonna do? let her cry?” osamu’s breath hitched. he knew about it. didn’t think it was a big deal– he would marry you in a heartbeat and you said it was sorted. when you said sorted, he thought it was between you and your friends, not you and his stupid brother. “it was one time thing, i got her the pill yer take after you bang and it did the thingy that makes you not pregnant, i don’t know. after than all i know is she went on her pills. and yer mad, knew it. and now she’s gonna get the brunt of it.”

there’s this saying in the miya household; when someone’s mad, you don’t think—you dodged.

“don’t be stupid. whaddaya think i am? dad?” osamu scoffed as his other half whimpered at the poor smushed onigiri on the floor. “i could never hurt her.”

“you better be,” atsumu warned, “or i’m telling mum on ya.”

and that was the end of the discussion—with atsumu at least. the conversation lingered in osamu’s head like a bad migraine. in the dark, glancing at your body breathing gently with your shut eyes, he rolled over burying his face against your neck. am i a bad husband, he whispered his thoughts against your skin, tightening his arms around you as his eyes lidded close.

“why would you be?”

he froze. his question was not meant to be answered. you were supposed to be sleeping, nuzzling in his arm not awake. “sorry,” he murmured, hushing you back to sleep hoping you would let it go. “samu, why would you be a bad husband?” your voice were soft, laced with hoarseness of sleep.

“was just thinking about what tsumu said. but it’s tsumu, it’s stupid, go to sleep.” your body stiffened, rolling off his arms until you were propped face to face with him. you could barely make the outline of his face from the darkness of the room but you could feel that you were taking on a different side now. “atsumu said what?” you asked again. he let off a soft scoff, “should i be concerned of how many secrets are yer hiding from me with my own brother?” he didn’t mean to take such an accusatory tone but it came out so off. it was a fight before he knew it. he should’ve keep his mouth shut. but it ended with you both sleeping away from each other and now, every morning, like a salt in the wound, osamu would see you popped the pills from the pack, eyes on him not even budging as you swallowed it down.

so it is your only secret with tsumu.

it’s not fair.

it was between you and him but it felt more like you and his brother.

“can we at least talk about it?”

you held the glass to your lips. you both had never talk about it. babies weren’t something you foreseen in your future for at least—10 years. there shouldn’t be any talks, he would just need to pump you up for at least 5 minutes and you will need to deal with it for 9 months.

“what’s there to talk about, osa? i’m not ready.”

he inched closer, pulling the cup away from your lips. you could feel the bitterness of the pills lingering in your mouth threatening a puke fest. “yer be a great mum, what part are you not ready? financially— i’ve made enough for you to retire from work. physically? i could wake up any time of the day-”

you scoffed, “that’s because of your insomnia which-” you held your fingers up to stop him from opening his mouth, “i told you to take care of it. and you didn’t. you couldn’t take care of yourself and you think a baby is easy?”

“make a deal with me,” osamu blurted out, hands on your hips as he pushed you against the counter, prisoning you, “i promise and if it didn’t work out, yer have my full support in this. you can decide any time or not at all.” you rolled your eyes, arms crossed against your chest. “give me a month. if the swimmers didn’t stuck and you’re not pregnant, i’ll leave it alone. i’ll let ya decide after that. no babies even.”

you never seen osamu so serious, almost too serious. but you ended up saying yes anyway. just to get him off your back. it couldn’t be that bad right? it had been close to two weeks of you being off the pills.

yet you almost threw your purse to his face.

“we didn’t agree on that.”

“baby li—”

“no!” you screeched, throwing one of the pillows off the chair to his face, before slumming your ass on it. your eyes fell on him before to the other two figures sitting across you. “i know you’re insane like your brother, i’m not surprise,” you said pointing to atsumu, but the fingers moved to his left, “but you, you are supposed to be the sane one.” kiyoomi’s lips pressed flat. the tension in the room were so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“y/n-kun, you don’t understand.”

“no, you don’t understand. what kind of russian roulette are you guys trying to play with me?” you laughed, falling backward against the chair, “oh you’re driving me insane. is this why you were trying to convince me to have a baby? i know you both are competitive but not like this. i’m not an animal you can breed and i’ll push out an entire litter!” kiyoomi didn’t blame you. spring on you, ambushing with a sudden family meeting only to drop that they want you to carry their child. specifically wanting atsumu to fuck you raw isn’t what you expected for a family dinner. he stood up, walking toward you before sitting on the floor. the desperation in his face almost made you fold. you sighed.

“did the last egg transplant fail too?” you asked, watching as his bouncy curls to cover his face as he nodded. “we are running out of ideas, we are running out money. the tests were fine. we got tested, we were both fine and the sperms were healthy. the donor is okay too. we are running out of wits. if we are going the other way, i would rather tsumu fuck around with you than some other girls out there.” he plead, clutching on to your hands, “you don’t have to decide now but just please think about it, okay?” kiyoomi muttered wholeheartedly, it almost heartbreaking to see how excited his eyes glowed when you mouthed a silent okay. you looked up, your husband moved hesitantly, fear of another pillow thrown to his face. but you didn’t flinched as he took a seat on the floor beside him, resting his chin against your thighs. his arms around your bare legs, eyes fluttering as your fingers brushed his cheeks.

“how would this work anyway? i don’t exactly have how to guide on how to fuck my fruity brother in law in front of my own husband—god, this is not what i have in this year’s bingo card,” feeling the words vomiting out of your mouth felt surreal. you felt osamu’s hand caressing the inside of your leg, gently squeezing it. “i’ll be there. i’ll join you if you want too. we can take turn, whatever’s the most comfortable.”

you watched at the black haired ace shook his head. your brow shot up questioning his disagreement. “if you both take turns, chances are the previous sperms will get pushed out the next cock. it’s the defense mechanism. if samu fucks you first, his baby has little to none chances and i’m sure you wouldn’t want to go with tsumu first.” your head spun as the two dumbasses scrambled their thoughts. since when even samu ever focused in his classes. words were going in one ear and another, they didn’t even notice you had moved. your legs taken control moving softly against the carpet and before you knew, you were on atsumu’s lap, lips pressed first pushing him down on the sofa. the two em startled.

“well, i guess it’s her way?”

someone said but you couldn’t registered who. he kissed differently. maybe because it wasn’t his lips to kiss but he did it with least possessiveness. it was almost gentle, with his hand slowly around your waist. osamu flushed, he could feel blood rushing all over him, out of lust or shame who could know? if he would’ve gone back in time to when he was a teen, telling him that he was about to go down on a threesome, the younger would’ve laughed at him. osamu let you know his presence with his fingers around the waistband pulling your lower half bare.

you were startled, like being hit by a bucket of cold water but his lips never left you and soon you were losing article of clothes after another. your bare tits are suddenly in atsumu’s fist and you were fighting to close your legs when osamu’s fingers danced along your slit. you gasped when his lips moved to latch around your tits while the other’s spitting against your cunt. it was overwhelming. the first lick almost threw you off balance, arms shaking you felt down against the older brother. hold her down, someone said and you felt tsumu’s hand around your wrist pressing it down against your back. you whined, it hurts yet you could feel your husband’s tongue swirling around your slit, overwhelming it with pleasure.

atsumu moved from underneath you, belt clanking before the position changed again. your hand moved to grab his wrist, roughly yanking your head by hair until you were face to face his own growing cock. there’s a major difference between osamu and atsumu. tsumu’s little cleaner, well trimmed, surprisingly matching skin tone. his cock erected with a slight bank to the right, yet the print was just the same; thick and veiny. he asked you spit on it and you obliged, watching as the thick fluid spread down along his precum down the pink mushroom tip.

it was hard to focus on his order when the other was pushing you so close to edge. “f-fuck, samu slow i-” you cried, hand reaching backward hard against his head, but osamu wasn’t budging. he looked up, face flushed with his tongue inside your hole and his brother’s cock against his wife’s face. tsumu’s swollen pink tip brushed your lips, planting little kisses before a soft nudge pushed it deeper inside. the twin couldn’t hold the deep moan from the back of his throat, the rough pad of his palm running gently through your hair pushing you deeper. your tongue swirled around the length, feeling its prodding veins with the tip slowly inching deeper until your nose pressed against his base.

“christ, that’s fuckin’ deep.”

osamu shot down the smirk off his twin, flipping his finger off. his palm grabbed a handful of your ass, landing a playful smack. you let out a chortled moan, hands against the thigh as you struggled to catch a breath. tsumu took pity, pulling away with a soft pop. strings of saliva connected to your lips as you coughed, tears streaming down your cheek. your body shuddered, gripping the edge of the sofa. samu wasn’t stopping. not even to breath that it sent you into a mess. atsumu couldn’t explain the joy of seeing you looking up, in so much pleasure yet pleading for him for mercy. he didn’t know what possessed him, fingers grabbing your cheeks pushing it together until your mouth were apart and spitted in.

you barely had time to respond, not even osamu ever spitted in you. yet you couldn’t find any strength to bark back, forced to swallow as your knot snapped. your first orgasm was a blessing. your husband’s name came out your throat all choked up, eyes rolled back all atsumu could see was white. not a drop was wasted, osamu’s loud slurps echoed the room, lapping your slit through the orgasm. your muscle tensed, soothed by his palm running gently against the side of your thighs and he let go. his lips planted a sloppy wet kiss against your flesh before leaving a hand mark. "well, shit i didn't expect this to be that intense," you pant, slumping forward forehead buried in the soft cushion of the sofa. but the twins had better idea, you are not getting any rest.

you were trained for samu.

your cunt were made for him, he knows that; he made that happen. you knew him all back from school. high school sweetheart they said, not that you ever pride on your first time. you had been resident of inarizaki's dorm for years now, commuting was simply not an option and with your parents in the middle of divorce, you volunteered. daddy gave a lot of apologies in form of useless monetary value, including your own personal ground floor dorm. no roommates, two single beds pushed together and two wardrobes, you could almost taste what freedom meant without your parents. what school doesn't enjoy donations. teenagers are fully of hormones, enough that you were willing to sneak your boyfriend of one year in. it was good, enough for a second round before he had to excuse himself, but awkward as no one every tell you that sex wasn't like what porn had presented itself. that was also your first pregnancy scare that had you running for atsumu's help. after that it improved.

improved to the point that your fingers meant nothing but a slight squint in his eyes as he leaned over the kitchen counter enough to make you wet. you are meant for him. your body craved him.

your head spun, drowsy from your high as you let your husband lifted you up. you knew what rest between the valley of your ass was him growing, greedy cock. you felt conscious suddenly as your eyes met the blonde, skin tinting as you felt osamu's lips littered around the column of your neck. "she's different," you heard him speak, his beefy arms moved you again that you could see the angry leaking tip between your thigh, brushing against your cunt dangerously, "she likes her thighs caressed more than her side, her tits are more sensitive after her second orgasm, the sloppier, the better." you whined as his kisses turned into a full nipping fest, almost like he was marking her. you knew what he was doing. he was setting an expectation, a boundary, a reminder that he was about to share something he had never thought of sharing before. atsumu and osamu had been sharing almost everything in their lives, but you– you were strictly osamu's.

"samu, yer not jealous are you?" tsumu grinned, hand stroking along his spit covered cock

"m'not. you just have a habit of fucking up my stuff that i was willing to pretend i'm okay with,"you gasped as he suddenly yanked your head backward, your eyes locked. you almost couldn't hide the grin you had on your face as osamu leaned down to kiss you, "not this one. this one is mine. and yer not fucking this shit up."

the other half's grin couldn't be more annoying but you pushed it to the back of your head. that was easy to do especially when osamu was guiding your body, grinding your soaking cunt against his length. "yer okay baby?" he hummed his question against your bare skin. you nodded, breath hitching every time his tip hit your clit. "i think we are getting slightly impatient but i don't think you are ready, do you trust me?"

"yes, samu."

you could almost see the shit eating grin on his face, "that's my good girl."

soon the grinding was getting on your nerve, you wished you hid your whining better. but marriage life has trained osamu to catch these little things. when you wife is unhappy, you would do anything and everything to make it better. and what could be better more that to finally push himself in into your throbbing hole. just the tip in and you couldn't hide the satisfying chortles out of your throat. every inch in loosening the tense in your muscle until you were slumping against his chest, head against his shoulder. every time your trembling thighs itched to close from the overwhelming pleasure, osamu clicked his tongue. "don't be rude, y/n-san, we have a guest." you almost forgot the existence of the two people in the room.

everyone knows atsumu has always been into the best of both world. it wasn’t something he had explicitly hidden growing up. he enjoyed attention of any genders. to say that he was inexperienced was just plainly wrong. your body jolted as atsumu spread your thighs further. his body kept your legs apart, you could feel his cock brushing against your mount. osamu kept himself occupied, tainting your neck as atsumu kissed you. it was wet, full of tongue. he swallowed your moans, praised you with every stroke of the tongue. “god, i would fuck you dumb right now if osamu isn’t selfish,” he grinned, brushing your nose against his own playfully before moving away. he kissed your jaw, occupying the other side of your neck.

if you ever told a 16 years old you that one day, you’ll have the famous miya twin lapping, bruising and kissing your neck all at once, your younger self would call you a joke, in your dream maybe.

atsumu moved lower, licking your collarbone before finding solace by your aching tits. you never know how gentle he could be, cupping your flesh before his tongue enveloped your hardened bud. the way he looked up to you, tongue swirling along before pulling away with soft pop.

“c’mon samu, how fucking long are you going to blue ball me here,” the older twin whined.

“she’s not stretched enough,” osamu muttered, half moaning as his hips rutted deeper. the other twin shrugged as he spitted down against your aching cunt. “she will, i’ll make sure of that,” tsumu held his cock, tip catching the spit as he gently rub his cock along your clit. you looked up to your husband, sharing a nervous look. you watched as curses escaped his lips, forehead wrinkling in pleasure. his other hand moved against your jaw, his kiss was furious and full of lust. “focus on me,” he whispered against your lips, “yer gonna take that like a fucking champ.” he watched you intently. you know why, you could feel it. tsumu was pushing against your opening. your eyes widened, watered, fingers clawing against osamu’s arm as he was quick to cover your mouth. osamu did a great job loosening you up that tsumu’s tip slipped in so easily. you trashed weakly in his arm. your husband’s praises went in and out of your ears like a breeze. your brain were a fuzz, all you could think off is there were two cock in you.

it felt kind odd, to samu mostly, to be squeezed in a tight space with his twin’s cock pressing against his own. he didn’t dare to move. it was all on atsumu. there was a lot of spitting, gentle push and a whole lot of his thumb along your clit. the circles helped as he pushed half of himself in. “fuck,” you heard osamu groaned into your ear, face buried in the side of your head. you loved how red tainted his skin. even without moving, atsumu’s rocking hips were giving both of you enough friction of pleasure. the sofa creaked as atsumu rutted in, slick sound of your folds against the two cocks and his thumbs echoed the room. “m’cummin’-please,” your moans muffled. it was too much, the tight feeing of your cunt around it meant atsumu was actively fucking straight into your g-spot. another one of the twin’s hand pressed down on your belly pushing you down at angle, soft curse escaped his lips as he could feel himself against the skin.

“you’re soaking wet, y/n, fuck,” atsumu giggled, but his giggles grew when he realised. “fuck, samu, your wife is squirting,” every thrust, more liquid sprayed against pelvic. you weren’t just squirting, atsumu just send you through your second orgasm by sheathing his entire girth deep. you were hazy, head resting against osamu’s shoulder. you were still gripping against samu’s arm, head trying to figure out the words flying around the room.

“fuck, you’re all in? i almost fucking cum.”

“don’t blame me, she wasn’t fully stretch,” one of them said annoyingly, “it’s not helping that she was fucking cumming. it was hot tho, she fucking drenched me, what a cunt,” the praise came with a light tapping against your sensitive clit. the tapping turned into a full on rubbing, “what a good fucking cunt tho.”

“samu,” your call startled the twin.

he kissed your cheek, bringing your trembling palm against his cheeks, planting kisses on the soft pad, “yes baby, look at you. fuck, baby you look so good, i wish you could see it.”

“s’full,” you sniffled, “so s’full, move.”

the twin agreed, showering your skin with kisses and praises. the overwhelming feeling of your cunt stretching must felt uncomfortable. they let you set the pace. leaning against tsumu’s chest for support, samu held you by the hips as you slowly moved it upward. their cocks glistening in the mix of fluid and the strings of messes. you stopped just by the tip, the brothers held their breaths as your hips moved in. the room echoed with your combined moans. your tongue wrestled atsumu’s briefly before he pulled away, leaning back as he watched your hips rocked. his eyes darted between your tits and your cunt slapping against his pelvic.

impatience brewed between the two brothers.

“baby, if yer teasing us, it’s working but truth be told i can’t stand it,” osamu whined, gripping your ass, a small pout grew on your husbands’ face. “shut your face it’s full,” you snapped, clenching your walls as you fought the tensing knots in your belly. you heard a faint whistle and someone was talking about how you were about to cum again. you breath out, half hearted laugh echoed the room as you turned your head back, his grin annoyed you, “oh, f-fuck off, sakusa.” the way his name escaped your lips, the way your tongue enunciated every syllables send shivers down his spine. kiyoomi wanted to bark back, but he saw the shared glance between the twin.

your shocking scream were a payback he craved.

the twins took over, patience thinner than the knot that snapped the moment they jackhammered into you. they held you down, osamu’s hands around your waist while atsumu’s rough palm gripped your thighs down as they fucked you through your high. they took turn, atsumu in and osamu’s out. your nectar spurted everywhere, against their peck, down your thighs and pooling on the sofa underneath. you cried out, their names out like a prayer, begging for them to slow down. your cunt can take both of them in, its the pleasure was ridiculously unbearable. they were coaxing an orgasm after another from you.

your cries were louder, in kiyoomi’s head he couldn’t differentiate whether it was pain or pleasure. but you were a champ, taking two cocks straight into the same stretching holes he could see outline along your belly every time one pushed deep then the other. “s’much,” he heard but none of the brothers were slowing down, completely drunk out of their mind. kiyoomi closed in, brushing stray from your cheek, the sudden gentleness against your skin startled you. your eyes fluttered open, salty tears dripped down your flushed cheeks. your eyes were blown up, full of lust and pleasure. “omi,” you whined, “slower,” but he hushed you, brushing your lips lightly as your palms gripped his shirt in support. he felt an arm roaming along his body, clinking of belt soon followed and his pants loosened. “you’re doing good,” his word started, boxer down pooling around his legs as someone spitted on his half hard cock, “d’ya wanna feel good, i feel good,” he whined, fang grasped against your own swollen lips as a pair plump lips wrapped itself around his cock. he cupped your face rougher, teeth clashed as he kissed you hard.

kiyoomi was overwhelmed. strings of moans from his own husband and out of your mouth were drowsy. “fuck, y/n, i feel good,” he chuckled, running his hand through the soft blonde hair of atsumu, looking up obediently with cock in his mouth.

osamu was ninety percent horny, deep in focus in breeding his wife’s pussy faster than his twin. the other ten percent were completely laced in jealousy. how dare you moaned someone’s else name. his hand left your side trailing upward until it wrapped perfectly around the column of your neck, with enough space for his thumb to invade your plump lips. kiyoomi shot you a grin and wink, before looking down happily to his own husband’s bobbing head. his warm breath tickled your lobe, sending waves of spineless shivers along your arching back. “omi?” he whispered only enough for you to catch, shoving his cock greedily into your cunt, ignoring the dissatisfied whine of his twin. “i would’ve taken that polite little miyas whine out of your lips but omi?”

your glossy eyes met his droopy sharp gaze as you tilted back. with whatever space left, you tried to shake your head, tongue weighted down as you struggled to apologize. osamu’s grin grew, all he was looking down was his sorry wife, cunt and head drunk in cock, slurring words but was came out was just drool on the corner of your lips. you promised it was just thought–something that was just a flash of thoughts. you whined, teeth clenching down on his thumb as someone shifted. the speed changed again, rougher than he could feel your own thighs trembling against his own.

“samu, quit bullying her,” tsumu chuckled, taking a break from his own aching jaw, hands moving around his husband’s cock.

“i’m not bullying,” he stole a glance, kissing your cheeks, tasting the salty remnant against it as he nipped your skin light, “am i bullying you baby?” his spit covered palm gently tapped against your cheek. you gasped a no, shaking your head firmly. satisfied with your answer, his grip tightened around the neck to continue his little assault. “that’s my wife. my slutty little wife. it’s not ‘nough you have mine in but my twin also and you want a taste of omi’s cock too?” he clicked his tongue in disagreement, “my wife thinks she can take 3 cocks deep, you are already this numb and dumb with two, you think your pretty tight cunt can take another?” he loved it, the apology, the refusal, the begging look in your eyes.

two cocks in and your loyalty still stand with him.

that was like a stroke on his ego. especially when your cunt were spasming, tightening up around his cock as he milked you out of your umpteenth orgasm. your nails dug deep into his skin, sobbing out of your chest as you struggled to keep your conscious. he cut off the bullying, lavishing your neck with licks and kisses. his words were now gentler, full of praises. “baby,” he nuzzled against the crook, pressing against where your heartbeat were an erratic mess, “baby, m’gonna cum.” it wasn’t a request, but a promise.

atsumu’s moan echoed the same sentiment. his grip to your thighs tightened. omi was long gone, what was left was spurts of thick white fluid, painting his face a mess, some dribbling down his lips. their palms were roaming, grabbing your tits, your thighs with bruises bound to make its appearance when morning comes. samu was fully supporting your body. you were slurring their names, eyes half close aas you rested your forehead against your husband’s.

“s’good,” you chortled weakly, “cuminme please.”

osamu laughed, his own spine trembled in excitement, “okay baby, we’ll cum in you. get yer full with babies okay?” his cock twitched as you nodded excitedly, a small cute pout on your lips grew as you whine your exhaustion. his wife had just begged him to cum in her, that was everything he could ever wanted for the past few months. he just wanted to fuck all his cum deep in you.

“cummies, samu,” you whined, “tsumu!”

“close, i’m fucking close, fuck, if you keep clenching your cunt like that i’m gonna fucking burst, y/n.” tsumu spitted, grabbing a handful of your bouncing tits.

osamu was deep in dazed, focused in his thrusts. like hell atsumu was gonna let it happened. he deserved a baby of his own. omi deserved a baby. you could feel the competitiveness against your sore cervix. the loud fuck echoed the space as the older twin came first, his thighs trembled as he continued to cum, painting your walls white. his nail left a long mark against your thighs. osamu came after, just as the other slipped out half hard. his teeth dug deep against your shoulder as his hips jerked forward. you felt fuller than before.

you listened weakly as the twin bickered again. of how samu was wasting so much and the older forcing him to ensure to fuck every single drop in you. your body ached as your husband settled you on the sofa. pillow above your hips, you lowkey felt empty inside. the brothers looked confuse as you laughed, osamu called for you but you hushed him in haze.

“yer so nosy, shut up, i’m sleepy.”

osamu laughed, leaving you alone as he dragged his other half by his hair away.

it was a long year after.

your labour was a hefty 12 hours journey. to osamu, it was a wait worth his time. your baby is healthy seven pound, full term and naturally birthed baby.

atsumu and kiyoomi shared a defeated look, but a small smile grew on their face. “next time okay?” kiyoomi tightened the grip of his fingers against the blonde. he nodded weakly. the baby was a spitting image of you and osamu. your pretty cheeks and nose yet the baby’s eyes glowed in osamu’s greyish glint, small mouth and his natural dark hair. “she’s probably high on the drug, i hold samu and you snatched the baby, we’ll meet at the airport, deal?” atsumu whispered jokingly his plans to his partner. kiyoomi’s brows shot up. osamu could only shake his head, the smile on his face were permanent as he hugged your shoulder, watching as the baby snored softly against your arms. funny how half of kiyoomi’s heart almost agreed until he heard your soft voice calling for your husband.

you shared a look, you muttered a question, his heart skipped a beat as he nodded. osamu never held a baby before, not if you count his annoying twin brother. his palm trembled lightly as you placed the baby in his arms. a soft coos escaped the baby’s lips as they moved before easing against osamu’s chest, falling straight back to sleep. between the chaos, osamu didn’t realised that the baby had gripped onto his finger. his heart fluttered as the grip tightened.

“hello, it’s me, your papa.”

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[emmyrosee]

AHHHHH I just found new brain rot! Okay okay. So. The Try Not To Kiss trend on TikTok where you're supposed to lay on your partner like you're going to make out, get as close as possible to kissing, and see how long you can last until one of you breaks. I can't even begin to choose from any of the HQ guys because honestly, I love them all. But I think Bokuto would cave INSTANTLY! Atsumu and Oiks would try to tease the absolute shit out of their partner but would be dying. I feel like Sakusa would last the longest? Maybe Suna because he's a little demon.

I don't know I'm losing it over here.

IM GONNA SHIT RAINBOWS DONT DO THIS TO ME MATE-

Also Suna/Sakusa got just the smallest, littlest bit heated, reader discretion is advised!!

Bokuto doesn’t stand a chance my guy. He’s merely watching tv, sprawled in his sweats after his shower and you have the NERVE, the AUDACITY, the GUMPTION to DO THIS TO HIM??? WHEN HE CAN BARELY KEEP HIS PAWS OFF OF YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE???

The minute you snake over to his side, an arm tosses over your shoulder to bring you close. You hum happily and gently nose at his temple, relishing in the smell of his clean skin. “You’re warm,” you murmur.

“I take hot showers,” he chuckles, turning his head to kiss you. You duck away slightly, and there’s a flash of confusion that crosses his face for a moment. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“I wanted to kiss you… don’t you want to kiss me?”

There’s no shot of doing this. Not when his mind revolves around kissing you constantly, always, feeling his lips dominating yours in eagerness, teeth clacking together with need and desire and-

Your thoughts are cutoff when he captures you in a kiss exactly so, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, the one around your shoulders pulling you close. You can’t help but purr, and even if now there’s a failed tiktok recording, it’s worth it whenever the Bokuto Koutarou starts kissing you.

“You think too loud,” he teases with a nip of your lip. “Hate when you hesitate. I just want to kiss you forever, babe…”

Who would you be to deny him?

-

Oikawa is a little different, same with Atsumu. Because he constantly craves you too, he’s obsessed with you. But who is he to back from a challenge? Especially when you swing your leg over his lap, settling against his thighs contently, and he looks up with an amused smile.

“Comfy?” He teases, and you laugh before lacing your fingers in his fluffy hair. He mewls and angles his touch, and when you start to lean forward to simulate a kiss, he leans over to meet you, but he’s confused when you don’t meet in the middle. One brown eye opens up to peek at you, and when you’re gazing back down at him with challenge glimmering in your eyes, he exchanges the kiss with a smirk and a bite of his lip.

“You wanna play this game?” He mumbles softly, and you snicker as your hands scratch at his scalp. “You don’t want to kiss me?”

“Of course I want to kiss you,” you assure, nudging your nose with his. His hands cradle your hips as they gently smooth up and down, thumbs stroking over the meat. “I want to kiss you so bad.”

“Then kiss me,” he pants. In truth, your teases only make you more tantalizing, and there’s nothing more that he’d like to do than make you mewl from his kissing, a complete putty in his hands just because he’s the only one who can. “I won’t tell anyone.”

You laugh out loud at his words, feeling the mood slip slightly, but he’s not budging other than his coaxing words. The hand in his hair moves to instead cradle his jaw, and he needs to kick it up a notch.

In faux submission, and in an attempt to make you crumble, he leans even closer and whimpers softly close to your mouth, panting needily and eyes flicking up to you as if you’re the bad guy here, denying him. And you gotta give him credit- he does look delicious.

“You’re evil,” You whisper, but you still try to hold strong, thumbs caressing his jawline. Your head angles and you sigh in return against his lips, biting your lip enticingly.

You’re not sure who finally connected the kiss. But what you do know, is it wasn’t appropriate for tiktok.

-

Sakusa. Sakusa and Suna. My beloved menaces. They would have ABSOLUTELY no problem withholding longer than you, sheerly because if you start something, he’s gonna make you finish it. Not to mention Suna having the knowledge of the viral trend HA-

If you want to break him? You gotta start before you film the tiktok.

He’s in the kitchen, literally just grabbing a glass of water, when you’re up against him, arms wrapped lowly around his waist and eyes peering up at him. He chuckles down at you and wraps his own arm around your waist. “Missed me that much?”

“I did,” you whine, resting your chin against him to look up at him, and you see a glimmer of dominance flicker in his gaze. “Always miss you so much…”

“I’m coming right back to the couch, my love,” he says, humming softly. “Come on. We can go cuddle.” You’re practically clinging to him as you make your way to the couch where he was reading. One of his legs folds over the other for a small perch for you to sit in, and when you settle in, he flips back to the page he was reading.

That is, until your hand gently reaches up for his jaw, turning his head back towards you with a needy whimper. He smirks as his eyes flick up and down, “are you demanding my full attention now?” He asks, and you nod softly. “Too bad. You can wait until I finish this chapter.”

That, certainly, wasn’t the reaction you’d been anticipating. “But… but…” your fingers slip down to fist the collar of his tee shirt, tugging softly. “But I want your affection…” to entice him further, you lean closer and bite your lip, internally cheering when he leans forward as well. But before you can connect the kiss, he purrs out a teasing ‘no.’

“You constantly have my affection,” he says softly, confidence in his voice. “You will live for five extra seconds without it.”

“You’re being mean!” You pout.

Then, you gasp when one of his hands shoots to the back of your neck, gently slipping his fingers over the shorter hairs and fisting the locks dominantly. His lips finally ghost over yours as he snarls out against them, and you know he’s not going to break but god, this whole ordeal was almost worth it when he speaks.

“I’ll show you mean if you keep acting like an entitled brat.”

You squeak and tip your head back to try and ease the pull, relishing in the excited rage that flicks in his eyes when you mumble back, the war now being waged.

“You promise?”

[monstrsball]

my ratings of the hq character signatures

i got all of these images from @/todokugou on twitter! the adlers & msby ones were merch for the hq exhibit & oikawa’s is from the 2022 calendar.

ratings are entirely arbitrary. enjoy.

miya atsumu

4/10

i know signatures aren't necessarily supposed to be legible but this isn't even illegible in a fun way... where's the pizzazz. he gets extra points because it is very atsumu though.

sakusa kiyoomi

7/10

yes, i put his right after atsumu's because i really liked the contrast between the two. i'm obsessed with how small his signature is. and it looks more legible to me than some of the others? which is pretty fittng tbh.

bokuto koutarou

8/10

FUN. i like how big it is. i like the little swirly flourish. is it legible? eh, not really but i still love it. makes me smile.

hinata shouyou

9/10

fun!! i adore the smiley face, and i love how bold the lines are.

oikawa tooru

10/10

my second favorite signature. i love how big/ long the arm on the T is. very flashy, extremely oikawa. i really like the smiley face in his, maybe even more than i like the smiley face in hinata's.

also hinata's and oikawa's are both interesting to me bc of the romanized versions of their given names that were used.

ushijima wakatoshi

9/10

is it flashy? no but it is the perfect signature for ushijima wakatoshi. by far it's the most legible and honestly, it kinda looks to me like he just wrote his name the way he normally does but Bigger. no notes. you're doing great, king.

hoshiumi kourai

10/10

i am like... not 100% sure what's going on here but i like it!! it's flashy!! i really like the signatures with bold lines like this. i think it really suits the characters.

kageyama tobio

100000000/10

blatant favoritism because it's canon that his signature is the one suga made for him in high school. which is important to me. but even if there wasn't that factor, i would still really like his because of the heart. also like... suga created this signature but it still seems very kageyama to me? which i like.

[miya-twins]

the twins, aran, yachi, and ushijima? 👀

thanks for the ask!! I shall copy you and give the bingo and my opinions because the bingo doesn't always encapsulate my feelings,,,

Atsumu

literally he is the Blorbo. the main obsession. my little guy. I'm thinking about him practically 24/7. I care so much about his chracter arc and his impact on the narrative and I wanna see him smooch all the guys and I want him to suffer but really I want him to be safe and happy and loved and appreciated and to never learn what it means to be lonely. ahem. anyway. no surprises. you've seen the blog's name and its content.

Osamu

obviously he is Blorbo Number 2. you can't have one twin without the other. I love thinking about his character arc and his impact on the narrative and I wanna see him smooch all the guys and I wanna see him suffer but really I want him to be safe and happy and loved and appreciated and to never learn what it means to be lonely. yes I said this before but it's just as true for osamu. also yeah the only difference in the bingo is people are less mean to osamu and I can't fool myself into thinking atsumu wouldn't be too annoying for me to kiss. I can fool myself for osamu tho even tho realistically he's probably just as annoying but that's not my problem.

Aran

what can I say y'all are sleeping on him. he's such an interesting guy and every time someone gives the twins another childhood/best friend I'm internally like hello? they already have one of those? his name is aran???? why are you putting other characters where he belongs? anyway I love how silly he is and how easily he gets swept up by the twins' antics and I'm so proud of him for how far he's come. 10/10 would go on boba date with.

Yachi

god I love her like that's my girl!!! she's so cute and relatable and funny and her story in s2 was one of the best in the whole series. literally every time she smiles it's like the sun rises. would vote best girl in any poll. genuinely think about her a lot even though she doesn't have much relation to my main guys which tells you how serious I am about her

Ushijima

I'm sorry the board looks so empty but frankly none of these options accurately describe my thoughts on him. because I do have a lot of thoughts. genuinely he's such a well-written character, and I love all the relationships he has in the series, with tendou, with his dad, with sakusa, with oikawa!!! but even with all these thoughts and genuine appreciation I don't have that many actual feelings in regards to him... at least not unprompted. I like seeing him around and maybe I'll put him somewhere as a cool side character in my thoughts but I'm just not obsessed with him. but his story is good and he's so important to hq overall... maybe if we'd gotten that shiratorizawa/inarizaki match I'd be frothing at the mouth thinking about him... but alas I just quietly appreciate him