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iwaasfairy · 1 year ago

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tw. ddlg, noncon, daddy kink, dom & sub themes, forced threesome, patronization, manipulation, objectification, size kink wordcount. 4.4k

a/n. ♡ i wish i could have done more about this idea but i gave myself a bit of a word count limit for kinktober but don't be surprised if i end up writing more for this in the future jhydgusgfy i wanted to go more extreme but i was a bit bummed by the self imposed limitations kHdyugs iT IS What it is ily thank you for reading

miya atsumu x fem!reader x miya osamu

You’re pouting somethin’ fierce, and thick crocodile tears bead your lash line like diamonds.

Osamu’s not entirely sure when it started. If it started at all. Maybe things just happened to play out this way, and it was entirely coincidental, a whisper in the grander scheme of your relationship with his brother - all too small to mention. Maybe safer to say, he’s not sure when he started noticing it— but once he began, there was nothing to keep him from seeing it too vividly in every interaction.

You’ve been with Tsumu since your last year together in high school. Stuck with him through thick and thin, every busy month, each and every match and scandal and fallout - and Osamu’s nothing but grateful for that. You make him happy, Hell, even a blind man could see how the blond blossoms open when you’re around. Becoming a more grown, dependable version of himself. Some days Osamu blinks and it’s like his mirror image has far surpassed his own grounded maturity, leaving him behind in the dust. And it’s definitely you that brings that out in him - and he’s grateful.

But — he remembers the early days. More than maybe anyone else, Osamu remembers that it wasn’t always this way. You were definitely more soft and gentle than they were as teens, but you were no shrinking violet either. A decade ago, Atsumu would’ve been caught dead underestimating ya like he does with a glitter in his eye now. Like it’s a game the two of you are clued in on. Osamu’s eyes glide over the scene painted before him, sipping his beer from the couch.

“Aw, pet, you’ve gotta watch where yer goin’. C’mere, did that hurt?” Atsumu is knelt before you, cupping your face between two rough palms, as he kisses up and down your face. Your wobbly sniffles get hidden in his chest when he pulls you in, and rubs your back like you’re a toddler with a scraped knee. Your hands fist into his shirt before you take a deep breath, going up in his warmth. And his twin beams like he’s the happiest man on the planet, before going to pick you up with a bit too much practiced ease.

Osamu’s not against the pda. You’ve always been touchy, and Tsumu’s a clingy bastard at the best of times. “‘M so sorry, baby. Daddy almost walked straight over ya.” It’s more that he has a problem with. He looks away when Atsumu’s hands slide down to grip your ass and squeeze you extra close, looking down for another kiss that you give like it’s been practiced a hundred times. He’s not sure if the slight pout you have on is truly the pain though, or more the embarrassment he can see creep up your ears and cheeks.

“I’m sorry for getting in the way,” you whisper back, and by the time Osamu looks up Atsumu has made it back to the couch with a fresh beer, with you now positioned on his lap and wrapped around him like a baby koala. You don’t look over at him though, barely acknowledging the strange situation. Almost makes him feel like he’s the one that’s out of place, even though he came over on Atsumu’s request. Even though he was invited.

Samu takes another chug of his drink, before raising his brows, leaning in with an attempt to catch your eyes. “Yer not gonna have any? ‘S yer fridge we’re looting.” You only disconnect yourself from Atsumu’s chest to look at him with heat on your cheeks, perfectly treated hair shining as it falls along your shoulders.

“No, thank you. Atsum- uhm- d-daddy doesn’t let me have any unless we’re going out. It makes me get all bloated, so ‘s better I don’t.” Your long lashes flutter, before you smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Samu.” There’s a beat of silence where his twin seems to give him a look -one he can’t really make out- where Atsumu puts his own beer aside to pull you closer by your hips and wrap his arms around you like you’re best molten to his front. “Hey,” you whisper then, and Atsumu looks up, “can I move? My knees hurt a little like this.”

“‘S that right? Ya wanna turn so you can look at Samu too?” His brilliant smile is almost bright enough to make him ignore the possessive hands that travel too far down when helping you turn, or the almost-subtle groan he lets out when you wiggle back onto his lap. Osamu stares off into the kitchen instead. “You wanna sit ‘n look at someone else ‘cause I won’t do anything. Is daddy not good ‘nough? Maybe I spoil ya a lil’ too rotten.”

“‘M not rotten~, I do like sitting in your lap,” you squeak out almost sadly, starting to leave little pecks all over Atsumu’s lips as if to shut him up. That would probably be good, Osamu thinks. He doesn’t want to consider the possibility that you’re actually tempering him, but it sure does seem like it. “I’m just tired.” And though your voice drops to an almost whisper, he’s too aware of your pouted, glossy lips to not hear every word. Your hands trail through his hair, sliding down his neck with each slow breath. “Just- Daddy, don’t be upset. I’m trying my best.”

You look almost pained to say it, not that his twin cares. “Please don’t get mad.” Anything else passes over Osamu’s head. He just places the empty bottle by his feet and tries to ignore the way you’re now draped onto Atsumu’s lap like you two will start dry humping any second.

“‘M not mad, pretty girl.” The blond grabs two handfuls of ass and rocks your waist against him, making you squeak, before he runs his tongue along his teeth with a noise. “I’m just thinkin’ that I don't want Samu ta see ya like this.”

You whimper when Atsumu’s mouth glides along your jaw and throat, falling back into the couch -crown brushing Osamu’s thigh- when his twin pushes and presses a few kisses down your throat and chest. “Alright, let’s go out.” Then he pulls back flushed, and gets you up along with him. “Before daddy ends up fucking that pretty pussy with a live audience.” He ushers you towards the door with a few pats on your butt. “Go an’ get yer shoes, I’ll tie yer laces for ya, little girl.”

“I- I can really do it myself, ‘s fine.”

It only makes Atsumu puff out his chest, and stare you down with a hungry stare. “Go on, baby. Yer little enough to need my help.” You don’t say anything, but there’s a tense breath of silence that covers the room before you look away with shame written all over your expression.

Osamu’s too speechless to do much but just stare at the side of his brother’s face, who barely shows any emotion other than enjoyment at all. Seriously. It’s not like you to let someone just walk all over you. Or at least, it wasn’t like you, as far as he was concerned. Things have clearly changed. He frowns. “Do ya really have ta talk about ‘er like that when I’m around, stupid Tsumu? Keep it in yer pants, wouldya?”

Instead of the normally snappy reply that he’d expect, the blond just shrugs, tugging at his waistband like the tightness is a little uncomfortable. “Can’t help it. She’s so fuckin’ cute whinin’ and crying out for me.” Brown irises find Osamu’s, and he smiles. “You’d feel the same if ya saw what she can do.” He pats his thighs when you come back from the hall, and holds out his hands. “Come ‘ere, little princess. Daddy’ll dress ya right up.”

Your frilly little implication of a dress is bunched around your hips as he lets you down from another bear hug, and puts on a slight pout. “I’ll be back soon, baby. They need an emergency setter for just an hour of practice. Maybe two.”

“It’s never just one hour.”

The overly whiny request only makes Atsumu glitter more, as his eyes flick down your body and his tongue is caught between his teeth. Truly, the guy has absolutely no decency. This was supposed to be a fun weekend away from work for the three of ya. Not that Atsumu seems bothered by that. After a few seconds he kisses your forehead though, letting you lean into his arms and looking ever so teenie tiny compared to your boyfriend -they’ve both filled out in both size and muscle since high school after all- and it becomes even more apparent when Tsumu squeezes you under his chin. “If ya need anything ya’ll ask Samu, alright? Just pretend he’s me.”

You bat your lashes at him, but let your grip on him slowly be peeled off. “... Okay. Can I have dinner while you’re gone?”

“Hm, sure.” The blond runs his fingers through his hair. “Daddy’s gonna miss ya. I’m not gonna be gone fer long.” Then he eyes him with a grin that Osamu kind of wants to slap off of his cheeks. “Thanks for ‘sittin ‘er.” He doesn’t reply with a smart remark about him treating you like a dog, and just gives a vague hum instead. With that he gives the brunet a quick wave, and gathers his phone and keys on his way to the door. You linger around the entrance a bit longer, before slowly returning to the dinner table with slightly heated cheeks. You tuck your knees to your chest when you sit and reach for one of the side dishes — and he can’t help but say it when the door falls into lock.

“So, what’s all that about?”

“Hm?” Your head drops to the side slightly as you put some pickled radish in your mouth and hum. “Mm, this ‘s really good, Samu! Can I have some?”

“Help yerself,” he nods, and also slides the plates you can’t reach closer. It’s not like he doesn’t understand it at all. You’ve got that sort of puppy-eyes look down, big and round and soft wherever you look, no matter who you’re talking to. It’s the kind of gentleness that calls for protection, and he’s not even the possessive type, but despite that the feeling of being needed sits on his chest and longs to come out. But still. He can’t help but think Atsumu’s overplaying his cards. “Seriously though. You know ya can tell my shitty brother no, right? I’ll straighten ‘em out for ya.”

The words seem to process for a moment, before you load some more food onto your utensils and swallow it with a little noise of thoughtfulness. “I- I don’t know. Atsumu says he likes being the provider. At first it was just little stuff he helped with, and I thought it was nice to be cared for.” You fumble a little with the chopsticks when a piece of fish is extra slippery, and smile when he helps you out and picks it up, carrying it towards your mouth. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve fed myself instead of Tsumu doing it for me,” you softly mention. That’s weird, ain’t it? That’s definitely weird.

Still he’s carrying the food to your mouth, and be it instinct, or habit, you look too fuckin’ sweet waiting like a puppy for him to help out, big, doe-eyes and all.

You let the piece onto your tongue, before wrapping those pretty lips around and gratefully humming and — fuck. You don’t notice the way his brow ticks, but his stomach rolls with the realization. Instead of lingering too long on the implication that he might feel the same exact way as his twin, he lets you talk, after chewing for a while. “I just- I don’t like that he doesn’t ever take me seriously anymore. He thinks I can’t do anything by myself, even brushing my own teeth, or picking out clothes! It’s so- so frustrating-” you continue until you run out of air, and seem to suddenly realize who you’re talking to. “Oh, don’t tell Atsumu that. Please don’t tell him. He gets so upset and I don’t like it when he’s mad.”

Samu can’t help but just nod in agreement, not sure what else to say. He doesn’t think his brother would ever hurt ya. Then again, Samu also didn’t think his brother was much of a kink lifestyle sort of guy until the last few months— so clearly he doesn’t know everything anymore. And you seem… okay with it, right? He’s not sure, really. Would he even have the guts to tell Tsumu off if he was sure you weren’t? Instead of lingering on that uncomfortable possibility, he pivots. “Let’s watch somethin’? What do ya wanna see?”

Your eyes shimmer when they flick up, and you swallow before smiling. “Can I choose?” You wiggle in your seat. “Atsumu -w-well- daddy doesn’t let me watch scary stuff, but I’ve been dying to watch the Ring again.” You then lean into his space a little more, and he feels his heart skip a beat. “I assume I don’t have to snuggle up to you though? He did say to pretend you’re him but…” You wrap your thin sweater a little closer. “I’ll hold your hand? He can’t get mad that way.”

How can he say no when you’re staring at him with those fucken stars in your eyes? His fingers find yours on the table, and your hand feels way smaller and softer than his own work-worn ones. “Yeah, sure. But ya shouldn’t watch nothin’ ta give ya nightmares though…” The urge to pick you up and wrap you nice and safe in his embrace becomes stronger by the second, and his eyebrows furrow.

Atsumu is quick to descend on you in the safety of the separate room. His hands glide down your sides and hike up your shirt over your arms, before running his fingertips down the valley of your breasts. “Samu was nice to ya?”

“Mhm,” you bop your head a few times, shivering when the cooler air peaks your nipples and Tsumu brushes his thumb over them. “He was- r-really- ah daddy, that tickles.” Your voice trembles when he eyes you down, before letting his fingers trail down to your shorts instead. He motions your butt up and you lift yourself politely, letting him slide those down your legs too as he lifts one and starts placing kisses down your ankle up your leg. “You said we’d get ready for bed~”

“We are gettin’ ready,” his smile goes a little crooked when you bite your lip, “just curious ‘s all. Ya think Samu likes ya?” He lets you fall back onto the plush covers before walking into the ensuite and coming back with some skincare that he places unceremoniously onto the bedside table- and you frown. If your boyfriend asked you a few years ago, you’d assume he was just genuinely curious. About you getting along with his family, his twin, his other half. But now, there’s an agenda woven into the words. Always is.

“We get along well. Why?”

His lips jerk up, and with a simple shrug he continues. “He’s good too ya, ain’t he? An’ I’ve been thinking I want Samu to watch us some time.” You’re too shocked to say anything, but your mouth drops open. No.

No, it’s already embarrassing how he makes you whine and whimper like a pet for him when you’re alone. It’s embarrassing when he makes you call him daddy when there’s people around with no shame- like he gets off on it. But this- his hands find your face with a soaked cotton pad to start cleaning you with gentle motions, and you find your eyes starting to water. You hate that you’ve become this fragile little flower that can’t speak up when it matters. You’d like to think you’re still the same. But your lip wobbles too easily as Atsumu continues, and your voice cracks.

The mortification is too much to bear, it swallows you up whole. He couldn’t possibly make you. “I don’t want that.”

“What’s that?” he coos, eyelids hooded. He leans down to you more.

You push his hand away from your face and frown, but tears still spill over. You fucking hate being such a crybaby. “I don’t want Samu to watch us.” You still frown though, doing your best to blink away the waterworks. And instead of taking you seriously - of course - Tsumu tilts his head in that sort of understanding that you’re throwing a tantrum like a toddler might. But you’re serious. You mean it. His freshly washed hair falls over his brows, but his hands still find your shoulders to keep you in place below him.

“Aw, baby. Poor girl.” The soft rubbing of his thumb along your skin only makes you more shaky in that feeling, his eyes roaming your body before he pushes you back onto the bed and crawls onto it beside you, pulling you into his touch. It doesn’t escape you that you’re already naked and he’s still dressed, keeping you tight. “I didn’t mean to upset ya. Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” You swallow, and push against his chest with a slight whimper - why can’t he take you seriously?

“I mean it, Atsumu.”

Before you can say anything else he pinches your cheek hard, and his dark brows lace together. “Don’t be rude.” The darkness fades quickly, but he still doesn’t show any intention of letting you go. In fact, because of his strength against you you’re only forced deeper into his embrace, head pressed to his warm chest. “Daddy’ll take care of you. Always do, don’t I?” You open your mouth to retort, but he interrupts again, and squishes your cheeks together before placing a few patient kisses onto your pouty lips. “Listen to daddy. It’ll be fine.”

It’s so frustrating.

You want to move. You want to remove yourself from the situation he’s putting you in, or put on some fucking clothes, and instead you’re being mocked by him. Once more you try to give him a push for some space, but because he barely feels it or pretends not to, you don’t make a dent. “Tsumu, I don’t want to have sex with your brother watching~” you end up crying out, feeling the tears well up again. “Get off of me.” You start wiggling, as his hand wraps around your wrist and forces it to wrap around his body, clamping your hands together behind his back as he rolls over and starts kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be okay.” You want him to leave you alone. “My sweet little girl. You don’t gotta fight me, ‘m not doin’ nothing. I’m here for ya.” His heartbeat is so steady against you that it makes you want to shove him and scream in his face to fuck off, but of course you don’t. You don’t scream. You don’t push, or fight, or make yourself clear. All you can do is cry into his shirt as his smell wraps around you and you struggle to make the waterworks stop.

“Let go~” you sniffle into his shirt, and shiver when his hands start sliding down to pull you back onto him, forcing his thick, strong thigh between your legs. Your straining muscles give up after a while of pushing back, and his embrace still stays.

“Shush, little baby. I got ya, don’t worry yer pretty little head.”

“Daddy~” you whine softer this time, and don’t fight him when he nudges you face up to kiss him. He groans for a moment in what can only be satisfaction at winning the fight, before rolling over so you’re trapped under his heavy body, chest rising and falling against him. And as you try to stop crying, Atsumu has the nerve to rub your head like all of this isn’t his fault.

You can’t escape the heavy gaze anywhere you look. It’s suffocating. Not that you have much room to think about it between the way Tsumu’s taking up your space and forcing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can spread you open. It’s a brief reprieve from the prying eyes blocked by his broad back, but you know it will end. Because Tsumu didn’t just drag his twin here to know that someone’s watching. He wants to make a show of you. To show off the type of power he- oh. Your half-lidded eyes flutter open wider when his fingers spread open your slick and your pussy clenches around nothing.

And Atsumu grins. “Yer so quiet, baby. Are’ya shy?” You don’t answer that, instead trying to chase after his hand when he moves away, wrapping comparatively small hands around his wrist. You can feel the heat of Samu at the foot of the bed, uncomfortably perched onto it with his knee before he dips the mattress further, and your blinks get more rapid.

“Daddy… I- I don’t-”

“Hush,” he moves your other leg aside more, leaving you spread embarrassingly open before he dips his body and glides both hands under your ass, lifting you a few inches. His mouth descends without thinking, kisses and then tongue making you whimper as he eats you out. Not gently, but possessive, demanding licks that drag your split attention right back to him - only until Samu leans forward a little to get a better view. This is so fucking embarrassing. “Mh- Taste good, pretty thing.” Atsumu’s eyes have that same cocky, knowing look he always does when he gets you like this. You won’t do anything back, and he knows that. “Yer droolin’ all over my chin.”

You are. The slick’s coating his lips when he pulls back, trailing kisses up your thighs, before he slides two fingers inside your squelching pussy traitorously slow, and watches your face scrunch. He’s big. He always is, and knows it too, big hands, big thighs, chest, shoulders. Most of all, he’s fucked you enough times now to know that you can’t take him easily without prep, and even that is embarrassing. You could have gone a whole lifetime without having Osamu know that. Why did he even agree to this?

“Little brat,” Tsumu says after a few seconds, flicking your nipple painfully as he stares, clenching his jaw. “Don’t be rude. Samu came all the way out here to see ya, ‘n yer gonna lock up the whole time?” You swallow, and try to talk, but he instead curls his fingers inside your pussy and slides them deeper. Right where you can’t handle them, until you have no choice but to curl and wiggle away from him, mouth pulling open to moan.

“Ah, agh, daddy! Daddy, daddy.” Samu’s broad shouldered figure being barely dressed in a tank and boxers, along with Atsumu’s almost godly physique hanging over you is too much. You shut your eyes. “I can’t- f-focus.” You hold onto his arm as he fucks his fingers in and out of you for long enough that your entire body starts tingling, before he peels you off and turns you over. Rough hands hike you onto your knees, and your ass up in the air before his rough palm lands hard and sends a stinging heat through your legs. “Ow, ow~”

“That’s more like it. I know yer a noisy little bitch.” He rubs your lips up and down with his thumb a few more times, before you hear the sound of boxers being peeled off. “Now, what do ya say when daddy will give ya something ya want?”

He presses the hot head of his cock against you but doesn’t push in yet, and your poor pussy clenches around nothing as tears fill your eyes and you grip two fistfuls of pillow. You can’t say it. Not with Samu sitting right there, judging you both for- another sharp spank makes you shiver, and you whimper into the pillow. The sting aches until heat blooms under the damaged skin, and you unclench your teeth. “Please, daddy? Please fuck me.” You doubt you’re stretched enough to take him comfortably, even with the fingering and all the wetness coating your puffy pussy and the inside of your thighs. “Pretty please?”

There’s a few moments before his hand presses down on your back and his cock slides inside, and you do your best not to gasp too much feeling him force you open. It aches though, and you have to widen your knees to make room and— God it feels so good. You’re not sure whether to cry because of the feeling, or because you can’t stop yourself from moaning high pitched and whiny like a whore putting on her best performance. You really can’t help it. “Agh, ah- d-daddy, move, please.” The heavy weight of his cock bottoms out and he presses his heavy balls against you for a few seconds, before pulling out with a groan.

The motion pulls your entire body back, only stopped by his hand, like you’re some cocksleeve— and you cry harder. “Ah, ah, ugh— Atsumu,” you pout, and he pets your head.

“I’m right here, doll. Does that feel good?” You nod, and cling on, before opening your eyes to look at him with his thighs right next to your head and stroking his cock with an almost torturous pace. You whimper when being bottomed out into, and then your eyes shoot open. You can’t turn, but the low groan Samu lets out when you clench hard around him, says enough— and Tsumu laughs as he watches you panic and your bottom lip wobble, petting your head. Like this is all some big game, keeping you down under his hand while you shake your head.

“No, no- you said- you said he’d watch- agh, daddy! No, no no no, you promised! You promised.” You can’t stop yourself from moaning when he hits deep inside, fucking you much too well. Your mouth falls open as you try to stop the sound, but Tsumu’s touch only gets more demanding as his twin picks up the pace.

“Shhh, shhh, Samu likes ya so~ much. It’s just this one time. And then daddy’ll take good care of ya, promise.”

#kinktober #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu kinktober #miya smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq atsumu #hq osamu #haikyuu x reader #tw.dark content #tw.noncon #tw.ddlg #tw.manipulation #tw.daddy kink #tw.infantalization #💫ch.atsumu #💫ch.osamu

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dolliestfairy · 2 years ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TW: Noncon, Housewife kink, Masturbation, threesome, nonconsexual kissing, breeding kink, jealousy, Double penetration(?), and a little pervert-y. lmk if i miss anything. chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

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imagine having a duo who have a housewife kink.. like everytime they see you doing literally anything -- theres always this dirty unholy thoughts of them about you in the back of their mind, and the fact that they actually know it each other but never actually opened up to you. they always masturbate with themself, while thinking about your plump bellies swelling with their kids, having their babies, making them foods before and after they work, giving them kisses on their cheeks when they just got home, and then get pregnant again at the end of the night. one of the duos cant even see you straight in the face just because this thoughts really really devouring them. the one other can cover it better than their other ones but still.. they're still flustered as well.

this all will be out of the window when one of them start kissing you in the lips without your concern at all. the other one who witness all of it becomes heavy-jelly until they start to meet their lips on yours while the other ones just seeing both of you exchange each others saliva. and only a minute after that, the one that seeing both of you exchange each other saliva start to open your skirt up and take down your lower clothes, making you panic. you try to push the ones that has been swallowing your lips this whole moments but you forget both of them were strong. more strong enough to hold you down within it. when you finally get strip to naked, and they start to put their fingers into you, at this rate your emotions are mixed up. theres horny, angry, dissapointed, embarassed, and just.. want it to be over. you close your eyes to protect yourself from seeing those hornyble experiences, until one of them start slapping your cheeks, making you scream but the other ones who is pounding into you quickly shoved their hands into your mouth to shut down your screams. one of them starts begging the other ones to speed it up because they want to feel the feelings of fucking you too! but the one that was fucking you right there and then cant just get enough of you! i mean how could they? you're just so.. delicious, so delicate and.. plump, begged for their creams. its just a matter of time before the other ones start to be really really impatient until they cant take it anymore as they strip their own self naked and start to pound you in a different hole. at this rate.. you dont know what to do. all you can do is just.. stay there and wait until its over.. you dont even know which holes both of them pounding at. what matters is now that, you're doomed. and you're really really doomed to be their housewife. they dont really gave a shit about the fact if they can really impregnate you or not, but they do gave a shit about the fact that giving you a kid -- adopted or not, will tied you to both of them, together and forever.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The Duos that i'm talking about are ;

SATORU & SUGURU [Jjk] MIYA ATSUMU & MIYA OSAMU [Hq] Rindou Haitani & Ran Haitani [tokyo revengers] Itoshi Sae & Itoshi Rin [blue lock] BOKUTO & AKAASHI [Hq] Tendou & Ushijima [Hq] Akiteru Tsukishima & Kei Tsukishima [Hq] HAWKS & DABI [Mha] SUKUNA & YUUJI [Jjk] Jiraiya & Orochimaru [naruto] KAEYA & DILUC [genshin impact] Stu Macher & Billy Loomis [Scream].

did i forget anyone!? insert ur fav!

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shaisuki · 1 year ago

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— NO SUNLIGHT FOR THE CAGED

ENTRY #002 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. YAKUZA! OSAMU MIYA + SHIBARI

— shibari is a japanese style of bondage, it's known as a kink but it's more than that. It's a kind of art, while tying the rope around someone's body you're making different patterns and connecting with that person.

• pairing: osamu miya x chubby reader

• content warnings: yakuza au, yandere themes, pwp, shibari (bondage), dark themes, reader is a bastard, power imbalances, noncon, dubcon.

freedom is what you yearned for a long time but osamu miya won't let you get the freedom you deserved, now you belong to him.

days are gone in the blink of an eye while you stare at the spacious garden. walking in the same hallways was different.

it seems like yesterday with you and the the twins were frolicking there. spent playing the game of tag and gawking at the koi fishes swimming — tails swishing, creating ripples in the pond.

now there's no love nor fondness thinking about it. memories about being a child gives the illusion of being happy without a care in the world. temporarily.

as a child you thought nothing would change. that atsumu and osamu would be still your dear friends. that they will be the the same people you'll grow up with. you love them wholeheartedly. never did it crossed your mind one day, your dear tsumu and samu would change. you came to terms of it. they were meant to be that day as the next head of the miya clan and you — a bastard have no place for it.

and who are you to complain, you were born a bastard after all. in the world where family matters the most and influenced a organization, bastards like you have no place for it. maybe if you were born male, your father would maybe favor you a bit and that would been fine — you would have a purpose.

instead you were born a woman. engraved with the roles that you are nothing without men. that you will have value of being a wife, a mother and you don't want that. clinging to a hope that someday you will live a long, fulfilling life and escaping this place would be the first step on making that true, achieving the life you wanted. counting the days until you'll know what freedom is.

the halls were empty. where only shadows of a gleeful childhood witnessed the laughter and squeals of once lively halls. a remnant of the past that you will never see again.

“there's nothing for me here.” you would whisper where only the walls could hear you.

it all began when the twins grew distant of you. as heirs they are being prepared of the duties and responsibilities they would take once their father would step down as being the head of the miya clan.

atsumu was the first then osamu. you didn't knew atsumu for the first time he mocked you and reminded of your place. his voice tearing your heart apart. his disdain and disappointment were made for you and osamu, although he didn't say a word. his gaze tells otherwise. atsumu would snarl at you but osamu would look at you once, twice and a shrug is enough to tear your heart in shreds. the regret and disgust for meeting you, for simply existing. a nobody in his life.

what affection and sincere smile were long gone, replaced with the nasty remarks and the jeers. passing in the hallways only to get shoved or not ignored, not even once needed the memories of the bond shared.

it won't be long. you say to yourself. you needed a plan to escape this place. without looking back. a new life for yourself. free from the duties that is forced to you. a freedom for yourself.

watching the hands of the clock ticks by left you restless. a few belongings packed safely in your bag. you didn't have much, a few trinkets and such. tucked away in the corner of your room. a few more hours and freedom. you needed to tend things with the gathering of the constituents and allies of the miya clan tonight and after that, you are free. they wouldn't notice you. a nobody.

their noisy cheers and not so discreet of plans echoed in the common room along in the hallways. your father was also there. who had no interest to his bastard of a daughter.not even batting an eyelash as his daughter poured warm sake in his cup. downing it with eagerness and going back to their conversation. you continued to serve them along with the hope that you will be free tonight.

your heart pounds along with your sharp intakes of breath. come on now. it's now or never. you don't need to dwell yourself in trivial things. they were going to be too drunk or wouldn't give a care to you leaving. they could easily replace you.

this is the time while you leave in the back, you can see the tori as you approach getting bigger. this is it. when you walked past in that tori you will be free.

“where do you think yer going?”

don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.

you don't want to look and only to find samu's gaze staring at you. maybe, you could look at those eyes of his. it's been years since you've look at them and seeing it would be goodbye. a farewell.

turning around, clutching your bag in your hands. you face him, looking straight in his eyes. not even acknowledging how handsome he is in his black montsuki.

“away from here.”

“i didn't take you for being stupid. what made you think that yer leaving this place? how stupid.”

grey eyes twinkles in amusement. watching as your body squirm while the ropes tightens in your limbs. finally, he can use this skills he acquired from a long time ago. giving purpose to his fondness of ropes and to you.

he would be much gentler to you. if it weren't the act of you leaving him. how stupid for you to leave him. to think you have the will to leave him and the snap of ropes hitting your skin is the kind of mark that breaks your skin. let the punishment fit the crime of trying to escape from his grasps.

“samu, please. i don't want any of this.” you pleaded.

he remained silent. his fingers weaving the rope like a spider to it's web. gliding the rope in your skin while you're sprawled in the floor. his hakama pooling in his waist. showing the dragon tattoos etched in his left arm and to his abdomen and chest. toned and leaned his body is. proudly showing you what he's made of as he manipulates the rope in his own will.

the younger miya keeps his eyes glazed to your supple body. the rope digging in your soft skin. tugging the ropes to create tension to your flesh. feel it. embrace it. there's no use how you wiggled your wrists. the more you try. the tighter the rope clings to your skin.

a work of art, he would say. your body tangled in the red ropes minus the squirming. satisfied with his handiwork. samu pulls the rig above you. your body rising above and he can see the panic in your eyes. it wouldn't let you down if that's what you think. stupid for you to think that it'll fall when this is all made for you to think that you knew all of him. it's a dumb claim for you that you will own him. that you will be able to manipulate him with a simple pout of your plump lips. long gone with all the games and he got you wrapped around his fingers.

you were suspended in the air. limbs aching and burning that you can't almost feel it. osamu walks around you. admiring his work, his gaze fell to your body bound by the bright, red ropes and he can finally take all the frustrations he felt for years. face devoid of any emotions and you're afraid when osamu's like this. far much worse than his older twin.

lips pursed into a thin line while his knuckles grazed the skin in your cheek. you didn't meet his gaze. recoiling upon the contact of his skin to your and that osamu didn't like it one bit.

patience thinning out at your stubbornness. osamu grasped your jaw before pulling it close to him. meeting his piercing gaze that leaves your soul trembling. it's all pure territorial with death awaiting to those who dares to enter. his breath tickling in your face.

“and where would you go?” he began to inquire you. “you hold no position. no name for yourself. no property for you to own. you are nothing. you—”

“i know!” you interrupt him and osamu didn't like being interrupted but he lets you. “i'm aware all of that. you don't need to remind and you should have let me —”

“go? I won't allow it. you belong here and no place on earth would replace that. even you're gone, i'll find you. you forgot how powerful i am — princess.” the nickname leaves you breathless. you forgot he calls you that besides your name and it made you smile a little, bitterly. your samu was still here.

“i should tie you up more often.” he says, adoring the work while his hands runs to the expanse of your body. “i wonder what sound you'll make if i do this.” he teases, pinching the hardened bud, earning a delicious moan coming from you and that made him chuckle. “where else? i know you were always a slut, princess.” pulling the rope a little tighter and he can see the indents in your skin.

“dripping wet, are we?” he taunts. rubbing your puffy, soaked folds with his fingers covered with your slick. “please, samu” you whined. begging for more friction. begging for him to give your neglected pussy with attention.

your resolution of escaping dissipating like bubbles. you can never escape samu and you're dream of freedom was a mere child's dream. you're bound to him.

“bad girls don't get to cum, princess. if you only submitted to me earlier i might have.” plunging his finger to your hole and the tears begin to pour from your eyes. pumping his fingers in a lazy manner before pulling it out. admiring his slick-covered fingers.

catching you in his arms before whispering. “don't ever think of leaving me again.” and you nod immediately.

you won't be seeing the sunlight again along with the freedom you desperately yearned for.

#ʚ•ɞ. shai writes #shaisuki's kinktober2023 #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu smut #chubby reader #plus size reader

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conductoriya · 3 months ago

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. :* BYF + RULES!

this blog, while containing my writing, also doubles as my personal account. i post a lot about jik, hq, a-24 movies, and other things that strike my interest, but i’ll mostly be posting about my writing.

please filter the tag #jjk spoilers and #jjk leaks if you are not interested in getting spoiled!

when it comes to interactions — i'd like to kindly reiterate once again that this is an 16+ blog. if you are interested in becoming mutuals, sending messages, asks, or liking/commenting on my posts, you need to be at least 16. i check those who follow me, and blank, ageless, and underage blogs shall be promptly blocked.

basic dni criteria applies. zionists, pro-ana, racists, etc. are not welcome here. please don't be mean to me or others! this is a j chill space and me and all my friends hate racists, homophobes, transphobes, etc! also no drama please! i'm just a girl and i do not want to deal with any kind of discourse so please leave me out of it <3

when with regard to my inbox — i know in the past i answered & allowed pretty much everything and anything, however now i would like to look in my inbox and not be met with a long paragraph of a trauma dump/vent! as kind as i may seem, i am not a therapist and things trigger me too! as much i love interacting with you guys, please think twice before sending in something :)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. :* WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING!

i write only SFW currently, at most suggestive content. comments, reblogs, and asks allegedly motivate me to write more and will be highly appreciated! requests, please do not send me a whole essay, only 3 to 5 sentences is fine! some things i won't write: scat, noncon, kidnapping, piss play, vore, vomit, step-cest/incest, and more will be added as necessary. i reserve the right to refuse any kind of requests for any reason, please do not take it personally.

super busy being a very cool and tired girl in uni & working 2 jobs , so please be patient when it comes to updates. i write when i have the time to, but i will try my best to cover everything! nov-feb is probably when i will exhibit the most activity.

• do not translate my writing

• do not repost my work on other platforms

• while i love a good correction here and there, please no criticisms about my writing! i'm here for a good time, so make it a long time <3

• i primarily write afab! or fem!reader perspectives but if you would like a gender-neutral piece, please specify in your request!

• all characters are aged up.

• no plagiarism :( i will clock you.

• if you're interested in requesting, please go through the list of things i won't write first!

• request status: closed.

these are just some of the characters i specialise in. i am open to writing for more, but at the moment, these are what i feel comfortable with!

JUJUTSU KAISEN — gojo satoru, geto suguru, shoko ieri, sukuna ryomen, megumi fushiguro, choso kamo, yuuji itadori, toge inumaki, maki zenin, nobara fushiguro, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, shiu kong, higuruma hiromi

HAIKYUU — miya atsumu, hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintarou, miya osamu, kuroo tetsuruo, bokuto koutaro, akaashi keiji, matsukawa issei, kageyama tobio, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, kenma kozume, hinata shoyo, nishinoya yuu, semi eita more to come.

#byf + rules

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h8ani · 1 year ago

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Updated Rules List

With my new updated list I’m going to be listing all the requests I’ll be accepting, what fandoms I write for and how you should go about requesting them :)

But also if you are an ageless/blank blog or a minor please do not request me, follow me or interact with me as you will be blocked. thank you.

I also write both nsfw & sfw content, I also label it on my writings I post. I don’t shy away from anything really so if you’re unsure just send me a message and I’ll clarify if I do!

Things I’ll write for: yandere, noncon/dubcon, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stepcest, professor/student, sensei/student, spanking, choking, slapping, torture, abuse, female x male, drug use, use of sex toys, issues with eating, etc type shit

Things I won’t write for: anal, piss/shit play, boy x boy, girl x girl (I’m not super comfortable in my writing yet to write for same sex couples yet I hope you guys understand!)

Fandoms I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Porco Galliard

Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Wing, Kite, Pokkle

Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Minato Namikaze, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Deidara, Sasori, Pain/Yahiko, Iruka Umino, Shino Aburame, Hidan, Kankuro, Sai, Genma Shiranui, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Hayate Gekko

Tokyo Revengers - Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Tetta Kisaki, Atsushi Sendo, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Naoto Tachibana, Izana Kurokawa, Inui Seishu

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Uta, Ayato Kirishima, Nishio Nishiki, Koutarou Amon

Ouran Highschool Host Club - Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,

Wind Breaker - Haruka Sakura, Akihiko Nirei, Kyotaro Sugashita, Hayato Suo, Mitsuki Kiryuu, Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Toma Hiragi, Choji Tomiyama, Jo Togame, Kota Sako

Haikyuu - Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yu Nishinoya, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Keishin Ukai, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsuroo Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Kentaro Kyotani, Kotaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Eita Semi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Yuji Terushima, Naoyasu Kuguri, Shinsuke Kita, Atsumu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Osamu Miya

Fruits Basket - Shigure Sohma, Kyo Sohma, Kureno Sohma, Yuki Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma, Momiji Sohma

Demon Slayer - Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Muichiro Tokito, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Tengen Uzui, Obanai Iguro, Muzan Kibutsuji, Doma, Akaza

Prompt Requests/Writing Requests in general:

I will usually have a link of the prompts to request from, from the original post.

If you’d like to request something I wrote just state what content you’d like and who the character is/member he is

I default by writing in fem! reader pov so please state if you’d like gn! reader

Reaction Requests:

State the type of reaction you’d like (example: reaction of them kissing you mid argument)

For any anime reactions just state the anime, boys you’d like the reaction for

#rules #updated list #credit for border goes to benkeibear #navigation

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rizzsaints · 9 months ago

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* BYF + RULES!

this blog, while containing my writing, also doubles as my personal account. i post a lot about jjk, hq, spider-verse, a-24 movies, and other things that strike my interest, but i'll mostly be posting about my writing.

please filter the tag #jjk spoilers and #jjk leaks if you are not interested in getting spoiled!

when it comes to interactions — i'd like to kindly reiterate once again that this is an 18+ blog. if you are interested in becoming mutuals, sending messages, asks, or liking/commenting on my posts, you need to be at least 18. i check those who follow me, and blank, ageless, and underage blogs shall be promptly blocked.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING!

i write both SFW and NSFW. comments, reblogs, and asks allegedly motivate me to write more and will be highly appreciated! requests, please do not send me a whole essay, only 3 to 5 sentences is fine! some things i won't write: scat, noncon, kidnapping, piss play, vore, vomit, step-cest/incest, high school, and more will be added as necessary. i reserve the right to refuse any kind of requests for any reason, please do not take it personally.

super busy being a very cool and tired woman in stem, so please be patient when it comes to updates. i write when i have the time to, but i will try my best to cover everything! summer is probably when i will exhibit the most activity.

do not translate my writing

do not repost or recommend my work on other platforms

while i love a good correction here and there, please no criticisms about my writing! i'm here for a good time, so make it a long time <3

i primarily write afab! or fem!reader perspectives but if you would like a gender-neutral piece, please specify in your request!

all characters are aged up.

no plagiarization :( i will clock you.

if you're interested in requesting, please go through the list of things i won't write first!

i am an avid y/n l/n hater. they don't exist here!

request status: open. currently willing to write for haikyuu and jujutsu kaisen

these are just some of the characters i specialize in. i am open to writing for more, but at the moment, these are what i feel comfortable with!

JUJUTSU KAISEN — gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, yuuta okkotsu, yuuji itadori, nanami kento, toji fushiguro

HAIKYUU — miya atsumu, suna rintarou, miya osamu, kuroo tetsuruo, kageyama tobio, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, kenma kozume, more to come.

SPIDER-VERSE — miguel o'hara (lol)

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kagscore · 1 year ago

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𝜗𝜚 rules

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ⠀ ⁰¹ this account interacts with and produces dark ⠀ ⠀ content ⠀ ⁰² this account is not spoiler free ⠀ ⁰³ i primarily write fem/afab!reader ⠀ ⁰⁴ for my nsfw/dc pieces, all parties involved are 18+ ⠀ ⁰⁵ i will not age up minors for smut pieces but i also ⠀ ⠀ don’t care if you, as a writer, do ⠀ ⁰⁶ i am inactive most of the time/run on queue

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 ⠀ ⁰¹ basic dni criteria (homophobe, xenophobe, ⠀ ⠀ transphobe, racist, zionist) ⠀ ⁰² if you support israel ⠀ ⁰³ if you spread hate unnecessarily ⠀ ⁰⁴ if you write smut/suggestive works as a 15/16year ⠀ ⠀ old ⠀ ⁰⁵ if you cannot separate fiction from reality ⠀ ⁰⁶ if you are under fourteen

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ sfw/nsfw/dc ⠀ blue lock: itoshi sae ⠀ haikyuu: hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, sawamura ⠀ daichi, sugawara koushi, tanaka ryuunosuke, nishinoya ⠀ yuu, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru, ⠀ matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, miya ⠀ osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintarou, ushijima ⠀ wakatoshi, ukai kenshin ⠀ jujutsu kaisen: geto suguru, gojo satoru, nanami ⠀ kento, fushiguro toji, shoko ieiri ⠀ tears of themis: luke pearce, artem wing, marius von ⠀ hagen ⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ sfw only ⠀ blue lock: itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, ⠀ kunigami rensuke, barou shoei ⠀ jujutsu kaisen: nobara kugisaki, itadori yuuji, fushiguro ⠀ megumi, okkotsu yuuta

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐬/𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬 ⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ yes ⠀ dubcon, stepcest, age gap, daddy kink, power ⠀ imbalance, corruption kink, yandere!character, ⠀ masturbation, choking, gagging, overstimulation, oral ⠀ fixation, pegging, voyeurism ⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ maybe ⠀ dom/sub tones, spanking, roleplay, threesomes ⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ no ⠀ noncon, age regression, age play, sodomy

#iris nav

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wh0rrorb4by · 2 days ago

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do you think you could do miya twins x reader incesttt? Any scenario is fine, im in love w the miya twins！！

a/n: god i need to be smushed in between them so bad… i’m going crazy i love them so much 😮‍💨 they make me feel like this → 💞🎀🩰

tw: in/stepcest, meanie older brothers ‘samu and ‘tsumu, spanking, naive little sis reader

18+

miya twins as older brothers who love their baby sister more than anything.

they coddle and baby you as much as they can. specifically osamu, who takes it upon himself to be your overprotective big brother who just wants what’s best for you. who looks out for you and keeps you in line and praises you to no end. treats you more like a princess than anything else, but you better not get too bratty! he’s quick to check that little attitude of yours when you start acting too spoiled for his liking — bends you over his knee to spank your bare ass raw, or makes you rub your crotch on the fat bulge in his pants until you’re all sticky and crying, then sends you on your way knowing you can’t make yourself cum on your own.

oh, but atsumu’s always there to help you after mean ‘samu taught you a lesson, he’s just not as giving as his twin is. just help him out first, then he’ll make you feel better. he reminds you that good little sisters always take care of their big brothers before anyone else. so stop crying and open that little mouth wide for him, pull down his boxers ‘til his cock springs free and hits your tongue. just do this one thing before he makes you feel all better— and you know what, while you’re at it, he’ll just call ‘samu in, too. you might as well make it up to him at the same time, right? all you have to do is kneel down and let your big brothers use your mouth for a while. you owe it to them for all they do for you. then when they feel better about the whole thing, they’ll take care of you. ‘samu’s sorry he had to be so mean to you, but he makes it up when he stuffs you full of his big brother cock, all fat and spilling precum for you. and ‘tsumu’s gonna stuff you just as full when you’re done taking him down your throat. don’t worry about a thing, your big brothers will take turns making you cum a whole lot, then put you to bed. they just hope you learned your lesson this time.

#wh0rrorb4by #dark content #haikyuu dubcon #haikyuu noncon #haikyuu stepcest #hq stepcest #miya osamu noncon #miya osamu dubcon #miya osamu stepcest #miya atsumu noncon #miya atsumu dubcon #miya atsumu stepcest #hq noncon

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seijorhi · 3 years ago

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Means to an End

Miya Atsumu x female reader x Miya Osamu

w.c 7.3k

tw: dub/non-con elements, yandere, drugged reader, cheating, toxic relationships, implied abuse

“Ame, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

The blonde pouts, lovely, long eyelashes fluttering, “It’s one weekend, for my birthday. Please? Don’t make me beg.”

Biting back a heavy sigh, you take her proffered phone, glancing down at the images of the picturesque onsen retreat flashing on the screen. And it does look amazing; traditional Japanese architecture, steam rolling across the natural springs and lush mountain views. Of course, Ame’s birthday is early-October, and by then the mountains and surrounding valleys will be awash in vibrant hues of red, orange and gold.

The whole thing oozes a calm, relaxing tranquillity and you can only imagine how lovely it’ll be if you do decide to go. The where has never been the issue. “It’s not that I don’t want to go, you know that,” you begin. “I’m… I don’t know if I’m all that comfortable spending a whole weekend with either one of them.” Especially not trapped in such close, cosy quarters for days on end. “I don’t want to ruin your birthday by making things all weird and tense.”

“You won’t ruin it at all, not if you come,” she hurries to reassure you. “Look, I’m not saying they’re angels or that how they treated you back then was in any way okay, but high school was years ago, and they’ve both grown up a lot since. They’re not the same assholes who used to pick on you, I promise. They’ll be on their best behaviour.”

“Ame–”

“Please,” she says as you set her phone back on the coffee table that separates the two of you. “Atsumu’s changed, Osamu too. I’m not saying let bygones be bygones, but… can’t you give them a chance? For me?”

She makes it sound like they went around pulling on your pigtails and calling you names, tripping you up in the hallways between classes. Not her fault, you suppose; Ame didn’t know the twins back then, nor you for that matter.

You, she met during your first year together at university, Atsumu (and by extension his brother) eight months ago when her company transferred her from Tokyo to Osaka.

No, it’s not her fault. She knew the vague bits and pieces you’d shared over the years, but you’re the one who swallowed the truth down the day she called to gush over her new stupidly hot, talented, Olympic volleyball playing boyfriend.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it,” you concede quietly.

Ame beams at you, “You won’t regret it!”

—

“You know you didn’t have to drive, right? Osamu’s jeep would’ve fit all of us perfectly fine,” Ame calls out in lieu of a greeting, walking down the ryokan’s steps.

You shrug, “I like driving.” That, and it makes you feel the teeniest bit better knowing you have an escape route if this whole thing goes sideways.

There’s a knowing twinkle in her eyes as she comes in for a hug that tells you she doesn’t quite buy it. She embraces you tightly in spite of it, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

If she were anyone else, you think, you wouldn’t be. For Ame, you’ll suffer through this weekend with a smile – or as close to one as you can manage. “This place is beautiful,” you comment, changing the subject as she helps you with your bags.

“You should see inside, the pictures really didn’t do it justice,” she gushes. “Oh, and the onsen – we have two, it’s amazing! I’ve been waiting forever for this trip and now that we’re here it’s literally so perfect! Did I tell you that Atsumu hired a private chef for us?” Happily chattering away, she takes no notice, perhaps deliberately so, of the deep, steadying breath you draw in before you reach the door.

The last time you’d laid eyes on either one of them was the night of (morning after?) graduation, and considering how that ended… is it any wonder your heart’s lodged firmly in your throat? That you feel that same pit in your stomach that you used to have every morning walking through the school gates?

Yet Ame… Ame’s positive that they’ve changed. And maybe you don’t have any faith in the Miya’s twins and the possibility of leopards changing their spots, but you have faith in her, don’t you?

She’s a good person. She wouldn’t be with someone who, who–

Without so much as looking over her shoulder, Ame reaches back, fingers entwining with yours. Another breath in, and you follow when she steps inside. “Tsumu and I’ve got the room on the left, and Osamu’s in the one down the other end” she tells you, pointing towards the respective bedrooms. “Which leaves you in the one next to ours.”

You’re barely nodding along however, because with one leaning over the kitchen bench and the other seated on the sofa near the crackling fireplace, the realisation that you’re once again face to face with the Miya twins is kind of taking all of your focus.

And they’re staring; matching unreadable expressions boring into you like a bug under a magnifying glass. It’s an effort for you not to fidget as the silence seems to stretch.

You’ve seen Atsumu plastered throughout Ame’s social media feeds, and the odd glimpse of his twin, yet now that they’re both right here in front of you, you’re struck by how little they’ve changed in the years since you saw them last.

They’re bigger than they were back then, both in height and their sheer physical size, though that shouldn’t come as a surprise. Especially not in Atsumu’s case, what with him being some big shot professional athlete now. Osamu’s hair’s a bit darker, Atsumu’s a little blonder. They both have it cropped shorter, too, you notice. All superficial things, probably no different to the small changes in your own appearance.

And it isn't that you expected some big, dramatic change, only that seeing them here, now… it’s whiplash. As if you could blink, and you’d be right back there again; shoved back against their lockers, the two of them looming over you.

Ame, ever your saviour, is the one to break the silence, gently dropping off your bag before flitting to her boyfriend’s side. “Tsumu, baby, you remember–”

“Nah, not really,” The blond tilts his chin, appraising you even as he lifts his arm for Ame to slip under, “Ame says you went to Inarizaki High, in the same year as us or somethin’?”

Osamu snorts, “She was in our class for three years, dumbass.”

His brother shrugs, “So? Am I s’posed to remember every scrub we went to school with?”

While the bickering between the pair is nothing new, Atsumu’s sudden lapse in memory strikes a chord of surprise – and you don’t buy it for a second.

He’s certainly arrogant enough, self absorbed enough, talented enough to purge all but the few people deemed important from his past – friends and rivals mostly. If all you’d been was another girl in the crowd, it wouldn’t have mattered how smart you were, how close you sat, or how loudly you clamoured for attention, leaving a lasting impression on the great Miya Atsumu would’ve been an uphill battle.

You’d seen it in action; the revolving door of girlfriends shoved out of mind the moment he grew tired of fucking them.

And through it all, you were a constant. A puppy to torment when the mood struck. They hounded you through the hallways of Inarizaki, isolated you, hurt you.

Took and took and took ‘til they were satisfied.

So no, you don’t believe that either one of the twins has forgotten you. For Ame’s benefit, though, you force yourself to smile pleasantly, “It’s fine,” you say, addressing none of them in particular. “We weren’t exactly friends.”

From his position behind her, Atsumu smirks.

—

Dinner swings around quicker than you’d like.

While the chef they hired moves throughout the kitchen with a single minded focus, Ame ushers the three of you to the beautifully crafted, oak table in the centre of the living space. Osamu, for his part, swipes a bottle of expensive looking sake from the counter on his way through, and wastes no time at all in dropping down into the seat to your left and cracking it open.

“You want one?” he asks, grey eyes shifting towards you. He’s already pouring it though, sliding the glass your way before you can answer.

‘We’re celebratin’, aren’t we? One drink won’t kill ya.’

Clearing your throat, you push it back, “I’m good, thanks.”

“Aw, c’mon,” Atsumu chimes in. “I brought this ‘specially for tonight, ain’t a proper party without good booze.”

‘Y’know it’s rude to refuse the hosts.’

Slowly – deliberately – he pushes the sake back towards you. “Try some, you’ll like it.”

A little belatedly, you realise something in his earlier comment doesn’t sit right. “… What do you mean you bought it for tonight? Ame’s birthday isn’t ‘til tomorrow,” you remind him, frowning a touch.

You’re well aware that Atsumu’s of the belief that the world revolves around him, but surely even he can’t have mixed that one up. At least, you hope not for Ame’s sake.

Atsumu gives you an odd look, like you’re a complete moron. “Yeah, I know that, I’m not…” he trails off, his gaze shifting from you to the blonde in question, who’s suddenly extremely interested in the edge of her place setting. Beside you, Osamu snickers, Atsumu opting for a wide grin as the pieces fall together in his head. “Ah, she didn’t tell ya, did she?”

You frown, “Tell me what?”

Steadfastly refusing to meet your eye, Ame’s cheeks turn a dusky pink as she fiddles with her chopsticks. “I um, I told you today’s the twins’ birthday, didn’t I?”

No, and she knows that full well. Just as she knows that you never would’ve let her talk you into this trip at all if you’d had so much as an inkling that it wasn’t solely about celebrating her birthday, but theirs too.

At least it makes sense now why Osamu’s here, why Atsumu bothered shelling out for this fancy villa and the expensive alcohol, the private chef diligently working away in the kitchen, pretending not to overhear a word of this.

A sick feeling settles in your gut.

Back then, you used to dread it. The twins were insufferable enough on an average day, their sense of entitlement over you only ever skyrocketing whenever their birthday rolled around. It never mattered what else was going on; exams, qualifiers, girlfriends, Osamu and Atsumu always found time to collect – whether you were willing to give or not.

And now you’re faced with a deeply uncomfortable thought; were you invited here this weekend for your best friend’s sake, or the twins’?

Ame was adamant that they’d changed, and despite your own reservations about that, you’d nevertheless assumed that they’d grown out of whatever… interest they’d had in you. The idea that you’re both wrong isn’t one that you want to entertain. Not when Ame’s happy, not when you’ve worked so, so hard to put all of those awful memories behind you.

It’s only one weekend, you remind yourself. One weekend, for her sake.

“Nope,” you murmur, feigning a light laugh. “Must have slipped your mind.”

She knew and lied to you anyway, and while there’s some small sense of vindication at the guilty look she sends you, it does little to ease the bitter sting in your heart.

You push back the sake one last time. “Anyway, I don’t drink.”

Another lie. This time, mercifully, Ame keeps her mouth shut, reaching across the table to take the drink herself. “More for me,” she says with a weak grin, and proceeds to knock it back in only a few mouthfuls, much to her boyfriend’s amusement.

Nothing more’s said on the topic, because at that moment the chef appears at the table, the entrée course in hand.

You could honestly kiss him.

—

Sleep is evasive.

Not for lack of trying. Despite the unfamiliarity of your room, the bed and the pillows are perfect; soft and warm, you could close your eyes and sink into blissful oblivion–

If not for the moans, the gasps and unmistakable sounds of loud, drunken sex seeping in through the thin walls.

And you have to give them credit, they’ve been going at it for a while, and judging from the sounds of things, enjoying themselves plenty. An hour ago, it was uncomfortable, now you’re simply tired and frustrated, and honestly a little thirsty.

And the longer you lie there, listening to your best friend moan her way through yet another orgasm and regretting your decision to leave your headphones at home – your decision to come at all – the more that it eats away at you.

Surely they know you can hear them? You’re beginning to suspect that Osamu opted for the room on the opposite side of the villa for this very reason, and you wonder what it’d take to get him to swap you for it tomorrow.

Knowing Osamu, likely more than you’d be willing to give.

Another grunt, deep and guttural echoes through the room, and you squeeze your eyes shut, silently counting backwards from ten. Impressive pro-athlete stamina or not, eventually they’re going to wear themselves out, right? They have to, for the sake of your sanity if nothing else.

Instead of blissful quiet, you’re met with the muffled sounds of Ame’s giggling, the rustle of sheets and after a beat or two, the slapping of skin against skin begins anew. Your stomach churns, and with a huff, you kick back your covers and reach blindly for the thick, fluffy robe to ward off the cold, cocooning yourself in it.

The soft pad of your slippers is muted against the wooden floorboards as you slip from your room, easing the door closed and tip-toeing back into the living area. If you’re lucky, the fire will still be burning away. You can make yourself a cup of tea, curl up on the couch and read a book on your phone, or scroll aimlessly – anything to distract yourself until Ame and Atsumu tire themselves out.

You get half your wish. The logs in the fireplace are smouldering away, casting the room in a warm, golden glow – enough to keep the temperature toasty without bordering on stuffy. In spite of that, any hope you had of temporary peace and quiet goes up in smoke at the sight of the other Miya twin in the kitchen, watching you with that same inscrutable expression.

It shifts into a small smirk, however, when you falter, drawing up short on the opposite side of the island counter.

“Fuckin’ animals, aren’t they?” Osamu comments drily, jerking his chin towards the direction you'd emerged from, where the faint sounds of Atsumu and Ame going at it are still drifting out.

You swallow, saying nothing.

He’s dressed in sweatpants and an old tee-shirt that clings to his well built frame – which admittedly is less than you’re wearing, yet your fingers itch to tug at your robe and pull it tighter around yourself, despite knowing you’re covered. Osamu’s always had that effect on you though, those dark, grey eyes never failing to make you feel like you’re stripped bare before him. A butterfly pinned back beneath his heavy stare.

A shiver rolls down your spine.

With Ame around, you don’t have any choice but to keep your mouth shut and pretend that everything’s okay. Which is doable, only because you know that they also have to be on their best behaviour whilst she’s in earshot. One on one, without that safety net, facing Osamu fills you with a new kind of apprehension.

Ever since you arrived, he’s been treating you with this bizarre kind of … cursory friendliness. As if you really are nothing more than a friend of his brother’s girlfriend. An old classmate he vaguely recalls.

There’s no need for either one of you to keep up that charade, now that he has you alone.

If he’s bothered by your silence and wary stance, Osamu gives no indication. “Ya want some tea?” he asks you instead. “Freshly brewed.”

You eye the steaming pot in front of him, the cup innocuously set to the side. And despite the tiny voice in the back of your mind that tells you it’s only tea, you shake your head. “I’m fine.”

The corner of his lips twitch, amusement glittering in his eyes, but Osamu only shrugs, “Your loss,” and pours a cup for himself.

With Atsumu and Ame showing no signs of slowing down for the night, going back to your room to listen to them screwing each others’ brains out for another hour or two is hardly an appealing thought. On the other hand, staying out here with Osamu, walking on eggshells as he pushes and prods you under the guise of small talk fills you with a distinctly unpleasant sense of trepidation.

And the longer you hesitate, caught halfway between your bedroom and the kitchen, Osamu watching every microexpression flit across your face with near predatory focus while he sips at his tea, the more awkward the atmosphere becomes.

Not for the first time, you find yourself wishing you’d had the guts to tell Ame no in the first place.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, “I came out for some water.” Which isn’t a lie, per se. You are thirsty, and once you have your glass of water, you can go and take it somewhere else to drink. Anywhere else. The open courtyard that lies between the living room and the indoor onsen, or the terrace that skirts around the western side of the villa. There’s a thick, knitted blanket thrown over the couch, you can grab that on your way through to keep yourself warm if worse comes to worst.

You’d rather brave the mid-autumn iciness than stay in here with him.

Whether or not he believes the hastily concocted excuse, Osamu doesn’t give an indication, merely stepping back to allow you enough room to awkwardly slip past him.

“Y’know,” he begins in a conversational tone as you start opening up various cupboards in search of a fresh glass, “I‘m glad you’re here. S’good seeing you again.”

Pointedly, you ignore him.

Back when you were teenagers, Atsumu was always the more temperamental of the pair. He’d lash out over the tiniest things – a practice that hadn’t gone well, Osamu getting a better grade on a test, you, for making him trek all the way across campus in order to track you down.

At the end of the day, it usually didn’t matter what trivial thing had set him off, he’d inevitably find a way to make his frustrations your problem. And yet for all Atsumu’s irritability, you can’t forget that Osamu was no saint either – or that neither one of them appreciated it when you didn’t pay them the attention they felt they were owed.

Caught between him and the countertop, there’s no room for you to escape when he decides to close that gap once more, calloused hands finding their home on your hips, his broad chest at your back.

Slowly, he inhales, fingers digging harshly into the soft flesh – paying no mind to your pitiful struggles.

“I missed ya.”

The scent of his body wash, that fresh, woodsy musk, tickles at your nose, you can feel the heat permeating from his skin as he presses himself closer. Grinds himself against you, simply because he can. You squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding so loudly against your ribs that you’re sure he has to be able to hear it too. This can’t be happening again, it can’t, it can’t, it can’t–

“I hate you.” The words slip out before you can stop them; a trembling whisper, almost lost to the crackling fire, the sound of wind rustling through the trees outside.

Almost, but not quite.

Osamu hums, “Yeah? S’that why ya ran off on us after graduation?”

Your stomach flips. “I-I don’t–”

His mouth now at your ear, Osamu continues, his voice a deep rumble, “We took care of ya, didn’t we? Made ya feel good? You were beggin’ for it by the end.” You tremble in his gasp, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying out, from begging as he turns his attention to the knot at the front of your robe, “At least, I sure thought we had a good time, ‘til we woke up to find you’d up and disappeared on us.”

He sounds angry now, all of that faux affability bleeding away into something decidedly colder.

And with every word that leaves his lips, the nausea churning away inside of you only grows. You’ve worked hard to forget that morning, the pure panic you’d felt waking up naked between them, your head fuzzy and throbbing, your body a wreck of foreign aches and finger shaped bruises.

Nimble fingers succeed in untying the knot, Osamu impatiently tugging the fabric aside. You should be putting up a fight, clawing at his arms, kicking out, screaming like a wild thing. Ame’s only in the next room, there’s no chance she wouldn’t hear, wouldn’t come running to investigate, wouldn’t stop this, but–

A silent tear spills down your cheek.

You’ve never told a soul what happened at that party – the little you remember of it anyway – just shoved it down, buried it deep in some untouchable recess of your mind.

Easier to pretend it never happened than agonise over the doubt that festers whenever you prod too close.

You don’t remember, you don’t remember, you don’t remember, you don’t remember how much you had to drink that night–

Ignoring the small, distressed whine that escapes you, Osamu slides a hand beneath your top, a muscular arm curling around your middle. His thumb strokes along your bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, a pool of shame that deepens with every possessive touch.

There’s no mistaking the thick, hard outline of his cock pressing up against your ass as he idly toys with the waistband of your pajama shorts.

“Y’know, Ame told us your news.” Teeth graze at your earlobe, hot breath sweeping along your neck, “You’re finally comin’ home, huh?”

The admission has you flinching, buckling in on yourself as much as Osamu’ll allow – which admittedly isn’t much. The thought that your best friend would even consider telling the twins hadn’t occurred to you, too excited when you’d rang her with the good news to stop and think about things like consequences.

A new job as an editor; better paying, closer to your family, to her. At the time, it’d seemed too good to be true. Only now it feels like some kind of cosmic joke, and all you want to do is curl up into a ball and disappear entirely.

Osamu isn’t like his brother, who’d take pleasure in your obvious dismay, even mock you for it, but there’s still something unmistakably cruel about the way he kisses your hair, and tells you, “Guess the three of us are gonna have to have a little welcome back party for ya.”

And you’re sure in that moment that he’s going to yank down the shorts he’s been toying with, bend you over the counter and fuck you right there and then. Or maybe push you down to your knees like they used to back behind the locker rooms at school, so it takes you by surprise when out of nowhere, he simply squeezes your waist once more and withdraws, trudging back to his room without another word.

Leaving you shaken and alone, a hand clamped over your mouth to stifle the sound of ragged, terrified sobs.

—

You can’t stay here.

Stacked neatly by the door to your room are your bags, packed in the early hours of the morning after you finally gave up on fitful sleep. But despite the strong urge to slip away at dawn, you still haven’t left yet.

You can’t bring yourself to, at least, not until you’ve talked to Ame. Had the chance to explain why you’re all but running out on her.

Not the full truth, of course – you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to give her that – but some variation of it, maybe. And you’ll simply have to pray that she’ll take it at face value, that she won’t pry too deep or hold it against you.

That you won’t lose your best friend over this when all’s said and done, because you can’t lie to her either.

By the time you finally venture out from your bedroom, you find the chef already working on breakfast in the kitchen, Ame and Atsumu settled at the table, the latter’s arm casually slung over the back of her chair as she sips her morning coffee.

She brightens at the sight of you, a wide, beaming grin that somehow makes her look even lovelier than usual.

One smile, and you falter, that steely determination of yours withers away, crumbling like ash in your mouth.

“Morning!” she greets cheerfully. “Are you hungry? I don’t think breakfast’s too far off, but there’s tea and coffee if you want it.”

One smile, and you’re reminded of the girl you met back at university, bright eyed and bubbly, who’d sat down next to you on the first day of semester and told you point blank that you and her were gonna be friends, because there was no way in hell she was gonna make it through this class alone.

She looks happy, glowing almost, nestled into her boyfriend’s side. Yet there’s something different about it, an easy contentment you’ve never seen before – at least, not in any of her previous relationships.

And it hits you; Ame isn’t merely happy, she’s in love with him.

Before her, before high school, before the Miya’s, you’d had other friends. Ones you thought would stick by your side through thick and thin. Inevitably, though, as you entered high school together, caught the twins’ attention, those friends were forced to make a choice.

You, or staying in the twins’ good graces.

In the end, whether it took days or weeks, a whole semester in one case, they all came to the same conclusion. Between being your friend and standing up to the wonder twins, there never seemed to be much competition.

As your eyes flicker between the couple, Atsumu’s fingertips grazing along her arm, the lazy, watchful eyes that bore into you, Ame, perfectly at peace around him, still smiling at you in spite of your very obvious hesitation, your heart sinks once more.

‘I’m not complaining, but... I just don’t understand why you want me there, wouldn’t it be better if it was only the two of you; a big, romantic couples getaway or whatever?”’

‘Because I wanna celebrate with both of my favourite people. You’re my best friend, and I’ve missed you… Is it so awful that I want you guys to have a second chance?’

History has a funny way of repeating itself, you suppose.

Swallowing down the bitter lump in your throat, you plaster what you hope is a genuine looking smile across your face and lean over the table to hug her – awkwardly trying to avoid Atsumu in the process, “Happy Birthday.”

Coward.

“Thanks,” she replies. “Tsumu gave me the prettiest earrings this morning, look,” sweeping back her thick, blonde locks, she shows off the new, sparkling diamond drops as you sit. “Aren’t they stunning?”

“They’re gorgeous,” you agree. Expensive looking, too – exactly the sort of showy, ostentatious gift you’d expect from Atsumu.

Lips parted, she looks on the verge of continuing when Atsumu – unusually quiet up until this point – decides to drawl, “You’re lookin’ rough this morning, didja sleep alright?”

If anyone else had asked, you could be forgiven for mistaking the query for a well meaning – albeit poorly worded – expression of genuine concern. Atsumu’s incapable of such sentiments, though, and even if he weren’t, the half lidded smirk he sends your way puts any lingering doubts of sincerity to bed.

“How could she?” another voice answers; Osamu, emerging from his room, hair still damp from his morning shower.

Sparing you only a cursory glance, he slots himself into the chair beside yours and reaches for the pot of tea. “You two were fuckin’ loud enough to wake half the damn mountain,” he continues, narrowing his eyes at his brother who scowls in return.

In a way, you almost feel sorry for the chef. Amidst the bickering and sniping of the twins, Ame’s flustered, blushing apologies, no one seems to really pay attention to the breakfast spread he lays upon the table, plates laden with everything from fruit to freshly baked pastries and omelettes to miso and rice. More food than the four of you could ever hope to eat in a single sitting.

You’re sure that he’s talented, that the plates of food he’s painstakingly plated this morning are as delicious as they are lovely to look at – last night’s certainly were.

The few mouthfuls you manage to swallow down taste like ash.

—

Your day does not improve from there.

Whilst the twins are left to their own devices, Ame drags you along with her to the ryokan’s day spa for a morning of pampering, which isn’t terrible in and of itself. The masseuse works wonders with deft hands, and your skin feels impossibly soft and smooth after she’s finished.

You should feel relaxed. You should be enjoying yourself – especially now that it’s back to being just the two of you. After breakfast, though, you can’t escape the feeling that something’s shifted, perhaps irrevocably.

In all the time you’ve been friends with Ame, you’ve never felt distance like this before. She’s only a few feet away, the two of you left alone to relax as the treatments work their magic, yet there may as well be a mountain between you.

You can’t reach her.

Lighthearted small talk lapses into nothing, and you catch yourself wondering whether Ame senses it too. If she has any inkling that the silence that settles between you isn’t the comfortable sort, but the fraying of a tether. A loss of something that once came as naturally as breathing.

A secret that stretches between you like a wide, yawning chasm, leaving you miles apart on either side.

You nearly tell her a few times. You want to tell her; about Osamu cornering you yesterday, all the awful things they put you through back at Inarizaki, the night of graduation. All of it.

But the words don’t come.

—

“Why are you wearing that?”

“It’s… a swimsuit?” you reply, somewhat self consciously. The one-piece you’d slipped on for the hot springs was modest, sure, but you hadn’t thought it was awful or anything. “What’s wrong with it?”

Ame, herself clad in a soft, pink robe, just giggles, “It’s an onsen, silly. We’re not wearing swimsuits.”

What else would you–

Realisation hits you like a freight train. “Naked?!” you splutter.

She laughs again, “Yes, naked. Why are you so surprised, it’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

“Yeah, when we were alone!”

“Oh, don’t be like that, it’s totally normal – they’re just bodies.” And yours is nothing they haven’t seen before, that cruel voice in your head whispers.

The sick feeling from this morning returns with a vengeance.

Ame’s not wrong, but it’s not that simple.

You know that being naked isn’t inherently a sexual thing, that people have for hundreds of years, thousands even, bathed in springs like this one all over the country bare as they day they were born and no one makes a fuss over it. You know that the twins’ have seen you in far more compromising positions, and that with Ame right there beside you, the chances of either one of them acting up in any way is practically non-existent.

You know all of that, and it doesn’t change a thing.

The thought of stepping into those steaming baths without so much as a stitch to protect your dignity, of trying to relax with the twins – equally undressed – less than a foot away–

A weight slung heavy over your waist, prying open sluggish eyes to find your pillow isn’t a pillow at all, but a chest.

– it’s too much. Dredges up memories of things better left alone.

“Actually, um,” you tell her, “my head’s been killing me all morning… I don’t think stewing in hot water’s such a great idea right now. Might go and lie down for a bit instead, see if that helps.”

Ame studies you for a long moment. “They’re not gonna say or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Reaching over, she takes your hand in hers and squeezes it, offering you a small, reassuring smile, “They’re not those guys anymore.”

Your heart tugs painfully.

“No, I know. It’s not that, I promise.”

From the doubtful, almost wounded expression on her face, it’s clear she doesn’t believe you. “Okay, well… If you change your mind you’re more than welcome to join us. It won’t be as much fun without you.”

You nod, letting your hand fall limply back to your side as she turns to leave.

At the door, though, she hesitates, and when she glances back to you there’s a furrow in her brow. “Hey, we’re… we’re good right?” she asks, and for the first time all weekend, you think you hear a note of worry in her voice.

None of this is her fault, you know that. You force yourself to smile, to nod again.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

—

When a knock sounds at your door a few hours later, you’re expecting it to be Ame, coming to check in on you.

Instead, the door slides open to reveal her boyfriend.

Atsumu leans against the doorframe, arms folded, and gives you – lying back against the pillows, flicking through an old book you’d found in one of the drawers – a slow once over.

The soft sound of music filters in behind him.

“We missed ya earlier,” is all he says.

As it’s not technically a question, you don’t offer him a response.

“Ame said you had to go lie down, but you’re lookin’ fine to me,” he continues, and from the tone of his voice you can tell he doesn’t buy the excuse for a second. That, or he simply doesn’t give a shit. “Anyway, we’re having some drinks. You coming, or are ya planning on hidin’ away in here for the rest of the night?”

Your eyes narrow, but you bite back any retort in favour of a short nod.

Sure enough, when the two of you emerge from your room, Ame and Osamu are chatting over a bowl of snacks, the blonde sporting a pink-ish cocktail, a beer for Osamu.

There’s another glass lying on the island countertop, which Atsumu grabs on his way through. “Don’t worry, it’s a virgin,” he smirks, pressing it into your hand before you can refuse him. “Sleepin’ beauty here finally decided to join us,” he announces a little louder, dropping a kiss to Ame’s cheek as he slots into place beside her. “Can we drink now?”

Sighing with a fond sort of exasperation, Ame ignores the comment. “How’re you feeling?”

“Yeah, much better.”

She smiles at you, warm and lovely, and raises her glass, “Yes, Tsumu, now we can drink.”

You follow suit as the twins do the same; one sip for a toast won’t do any harm. You don’t have the energy – or a good enough excuse – to make a big deal out of it.

Especially not when things with Ame still feel so precarious.

Atsumu shifts, turning slightly to better face her. “Ame, I love ya more ‘n more every day. Bein’ with you…” he smiles. Not a smirk, but a genuine, honest to god smile. “You’ve given me more than you’ll ever know. Happy Birthday, baby.”

Coaxing her chin up, you’re subjected to a tongue-heavy but mercifully brief kiss between the pair.

“Cheers,” Osamu finishes in his stead, the three of you echoing the toast with a knock of your drinks.

The first sip of the pink concoction hits with a wave of saccharine sweetness; strawberry, peach, mint, a weird sort of aftertaste that lingers even after you swallow the mouthful down – syrup, maybe? – but when all’s said and done, it’s not… awful. You’ve had worse.

Ame, for her part, has already downed most of her cocktail, her cheeks and nose flushing a delicate pink in the wake of the alcohol.

“So tell us about this fancy new job of yours. When‘re ya moving back?” Atsumu asks, eyeing you over the neck of his beer as his girlfriend snuggles happily into his side.

“Um, not for another three weeks or so.” You shrug, “And there’s really not much to tell… It’s a job.” And you don’t want them anywhere near it.

“She’s being modest,” Ame chimes in, voice carrying a little louder than necessary. “They’re making her editor, it’s a huge deal! She’s worked her ass off for this.”

You’d said as much to her the day they made you the offer, called her before you’d even thought to call your parents.

From her place by Atsumu’s side, she gives you a tiny, encouraging nod.

Any other time, with anybody else, you’d beam, taking the opportunity presented to gush over the new title and your excitement over finally making it after years of hard work. But with the twins, every little piece you offer up, however small, however unwittingly, feels like handing them the knife and showing where to slice.

This job is everything you’ve worked for, dreamed of.

Fingers tightening around your glass, you remind yourself that Ame means well, that she’s just excited on your behalf. Proud of you, even. “It’s really nothing.”

And simply because you can’t stand the way that they’re all staring at you, you take another sip – barely holding back a grimace at the punch of artificial sweetness.

The older twin mirrors you, throat bobbing as he slowly downs the rest of his beer, but it’s Osamu, cold, grey eyes drinking down your discomfort, who clicks his tongue dismissively and shakes his head. “Nah, don’t sell yourself short. It’s impressive, ‘n ya should be proud.”

“Oh, uh… Thanks, I guess.”

You risk a glance at the empty kitchen, a tug of disappointment filling you when you notice Atsumu’s chef has yet to make an appearance. Not because you’re hungry – no, with the knots your stomach has twisted itself into, food is the furthest thing from your mind – only that with dinner comes the chance of a much needed reprieve, and at this point, you’re beginning to grow desperate.

“Yeah,” his brother agrees, setting the now empty bottle down. “Samu’s right, look at’cha.” He whistles lowly, “Who’da thought our cocksuckin’ little whore’d be out here making editor.”

Reeling back like you’ve been physically slapped, your breath leaves you in a sharp gust. “W-what?”

Ame mumbles something – his name, maybe – your attention is wholly fixed on her boyfriend, though, and if either of the twins pick up on it, they elect to ignore it.

He shrugs, the casual nonchalance of the gesture spoiled by the sheer delight that gleams in his expression. “I’m just surprised s’all. I never knew ya had it in ya, but I guess anythin’s possible when ya get on your knees quick enough.”

“Tsu…Tsumu–”

The sound of glass shattering rips through the tense atmosphere, pulling your focus from the twins. Ame, brow furrowed, eyes glassy and unfocused, stares at her boyfriend, mouth softly agape.

At her feet lies her cocktail, or what’s left of it – dregs of alcohol clinging to broken shards of crystal.

Something’s wrong, though, because she isn’t cuddling up to Atsumu as you’d originally assumed. No, Ame’s clinging to him now, fingers clawing at his clothes for purchase, her legs shaky and weak, struggling to keep her upright.

“I- I don’ feel s’good,” she slurs.

Your heart stutters.

“Ame–”

Without thinking you leap towards her, but Osamu’s there quicker, grabbing you and hauling you back against his chest, thick arms curling around your waist before you can shove him away.

His chin comes to a rest atop your head. “Nah, let her be,” he tells you,“ Tsumu’s got her.”

And his brother might be the olympic athlete, but broad and strong, Osamu’s equally as immovable as you wrench yourself against him. “Let me go! Ame– Ame!”

Her legs give out entirely a moment later, leaving Atsumu to catch her in the split seconds before she hits the glass studded floor.

“Y’all right, baby?” he asks mockingly, reaching down to heft her up into his arms. Tiny as she is, he manages it without so much as a grunt. “Gettin’ a little sloppy there.”

You shout for her again, voice hoarse and desperate.

She tries – fails – to lift her head, and the icy terror that grips at your heart sinks its claws in deep as you watch your best friend’s eyes roll back into her skull, her body slumping like dead weight into Atsumu’s hold.

This– this has to be a nightmare.

Your gaze darts from Ame, now hanging limply in his grip, to Atsumu, who meets your stare with a slowly widening smirk, and from a leaden tongue in a dry mouth, you manage to choke out a single syllable; “Don’t–”

Don’t touch her. Don’t hurt her.

Please.

It falls to Osamu, hand now rubbing slow, soothing circles against your hip, to reassure you. “Not her ya need to be worried ‘bout, babe.”

The comment sends a fresh wave of panic surging through you. You whine, weakly renewing your effort to tug yourself free of his grasp, making him chuckle.

He relents his grip enough to turn you around, and you’re spared the sight of Atsumu dumping Ame onto the couch as he grasps your jaw. The brunet studies you, a thumb tracing along quivering lips.

A lone tear slips from your lashes, and with a tenderness that breaks something inside of you, he brushes that away, too.

“Gonna be good for us, yeah?” he murmurs, dark eyes searching your face. You’re vaguely aware of Atsumu closing in on your other side.

And it doesn’t matter that the words get stuck in your throat, that tears start falling quicker, because his twins scoffs, “Course she is.”

Your car’s parked out front, the keys in your purse – which is lying somewhere on the floor of your bedroom. As Osamu’s lips curl in satisfaction and descend upon yours, there’s a tiny voice in the back of your head that tells you in no uncertain terms to run.

You can almost picture it; shoving him off and ducking under Atsumu’s outstretched arms. You’ve never held any delusions about being strong enough to physically fight them, but you can be quick on your feet when you need to be.

Forget Ame, it whispers – you’d race for your room, snatching up your purse on your way through and slipping out onto the terrace balcony through the sliding door. The railing with its thick wooden beams would be easy enough to clamber over, and the drop to the grass below only a few feet. You could make it, if you were fast enough.

You doubt they’d follow you out into the grounds – too much of a risk, too many prying eyes – and once you were safe inside your car, you’d drive and drive and drive, until the twins and this awful place were nothing but a lone speck in the distance…

Hands impatiently yank at the hem of your sweater, Osamu parting from your lips just long enough to allow the fabric to be yanked over your head.

A belt buckle clinks behind you, and that tiny voice falls silent.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere atsumu x reader #yandere miya atsumu x reader #yandere osamu x reader #yandere miya osamu x reader #yandere osamu #yandere atsumu #tw: noncon #tw:dubcon #you ever just wanna throw a fic across the room??#:))

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martellprincess-writes · 2 years ago

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0NE NATI0N UNDER BL00D AND H0NEY

SERIES MASTERLIST: HAIKYUU FULL-LENGTH FIC

synopsis. At an all-women's college, soldiers take siege during martial law.

aesthetics. psychological thriller, 80's/90's japan. haikyuu!! soldiers vs. female students, martial law, hostages, war-torn society, dark academia, stockholm syndrome, military AU, tragedy, loss, angst

warnings. EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // GRAPHIC CONTENT // PHYSICAL VIOLENCE // nsfw, abuse, twisted and toxic relationships, stockholm syndrome

pairing. various haikyuu boys x multiple f! characters

authors note. this is my attempt to bring more full-length fics to this fandom and to explore more depth with original female characters instead of x readers. one-shot x readers … i’m tired

auth. note 2. links go to ao3 because i’m not putting myself through the hell of posting a full fic on this site

status: ongoing

CHAPTER LIST ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━

01 ━━ WIND BEFORE THE STORM: AKAASHI, BOKUTO

02 ━━ WE'LL SAVE YOU: MATSUKAWA, IWAIZUMI

03 ━━ CALL US LUCKY: IWAIZUMI, MATSUKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, MEIAN, ENNOSHITA

04 ━━ CAN'T SAVE YOU NOW: ENNOSHITA, OSAMU, KAGEYAMA, IWAIZUMI

05 ━━ NOWHERE TO CALL HOME: IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, AONE

06 ━━ SO MUCH INNOCENCE: ENNOSHITA, MATSUKAWA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, AKAASHI, ATSUMU

07 ━━ NIGHT HAS COME: BOKUTO, AKAASHI, TANAKA, ATSUMU, MEIAN, MATSUKAWA, OIKAWA

08 ━━ tbd

09 ━━ tbd

10 ━━

11 ━━

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu longfic #haikyuu x oc #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #daichi sawamura #oikawa tooru #tanaka ryuunosuke #osamu miya #hq smut #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #meian shuugo #ennoshita chikara #miya atsumu #tw noncon #yandere haikyuu

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vexx97 · 3 years ago

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When hearts change

For @iwaasfairy Persephone collab

Dilf! Age Osamu/reader

Wc: 5857

Tw: Stockholm syndrome, noncon, dubcon, one (1) slap, implied kidnapping, kept locked in basement, daddy kink, pet names, alcohol, Tsumu makes an appearance.

You don't remember how you got here or how long you've been, months maybe? Time doesn't feel relevant when you're locked away in a dark basement with only a single dim bulb illuminating the room around you. You're clothes, if you even want to call them that, are tagged and dirty. The man who keeps you here is named Osamu, he's older then you by about twenty years. Tall and strong, broad shoulders and thick thighs but albeit soft in the stomach from years of working at his restaurant, or so he's told you. All you remember is passing in the alley behind his restaurant where you met him the first time then it's black.

Osamu has a big house just outside the city, he keeps you locked away waiting for you to break and behave. He's a patient man and is more than happy to fuck that attitude out of you. Whether it be your throat, your cunt, or your ass he'll fuck the attitude out of you and break you to be his pretty little wife. Although you are a stubborn one, always fighting him and mouthing sharp jabs when you see him. None of his friends and family are aware that you are there, not you're the girl that went missing months and months ago. Except for Atsumu. Atsumu knows everything when it comes to his twin, they're a little too close for normal twins. And you always always hate it when he comes over, able to hear them upstairs in the kitchen as they get more intoxicated through the night.

Atsumu is always the loudest talking about the team he's coaching now that he's retired, after a while it gets quiet before the door to the basement opens and Osamu is leading a drunk Atsumu to you. Like a mouse trapped in a cage you learned long ago that you can't run or plead with Atsumu unlike Osamu who has gotten a bit softer with you over the years of being forced to be with him. Atsumu has a tendency to be cruel when he's drunk, deciding to behave scared of what Tsumu might do to you sitting obediently on your knees, hands in your lap. You hold back a whimper when you see samu sit in the large armchair nursing a beer, knowing that when he does this he's gonna let Atsumu do whatever he wants. Stealing a look to Osamu again he gives a wave of his hand, motioning to Atsumu and for you to pay attention to him. Turning back to the blond you whimper at his cruel smile as his fingers slowly tangle in your hair.

His grip turns harsh and shoves your face into his crotch making you rub your cheek against his half hard cock, you hear him mention how it's a shame that you aren't his cause he'd at least have you tied to a bed instead of a dirty basement. His words fall on deaf ears as you focus on anything but his cock hardening against your cheek. Osamu clears his throat warning you to behave, swallowing hard you look up at Atsumu who looks back with a look of expectation. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and take Atsumus now hard cock in your mouth. You always took too long for Atsumu's liking so he opts to shove his cock all the way down your throat causing your eyes to go wide and tears to form. He grunts out for you to keep his eyes on him and starts to roughly fuck your throat like he would your cunt or ass.

Tears fall as you focus on breathing, listening obediently to his instructions to keep your eyes on him. You're thankful Atsumu’s cock is more sensitive and not as thick as Osamu’s, he cums quickly throwing his head back with a loud moan of your name. You try to swallow his cum but you're sent into a coughing fit, saliva and cum spilling out of your mouth and onto your hands and lap, the feeling of humiliation and shame weighs heavy on your body when you hear Atsumu drunkenly laugh at you. You start crying, the humiliation of being laughed at by Atsumu is too much, Osamu steps in smacking Atsumu in the back of the head. He pulls a cloth from his back pocket wiping you down, he stares at you for a long moment before taking the keys at his belt and undoing the chain on your ankle. Swiftly picking you up and barking at Atsumu to follow him.

Atsumu grumbles curse after curse while he follows his twin upstairs grabbing another beer in the kitchen, you watch Osamu whose face has always been unreadable to you but opt to curl in to make yourself as small as possible sniffling and hiccuping but trying to stay quiet. Osamu looks down at you, furrowing his brows as you try to be as small and quiet as possible. He drops you on his bed snatching the beer from Atsumu and drinking it for himself, Atsumu yells at his brother before grumbling back to the kitchen for another. You hug your legs to your chest looking down but out of your peripheral you can see Osamu standing in front of you finishing it himself and setting it on his night stand. Suddenly he's in your face and making you lay back down on the bed, arms caging you in. Your trembling, being upstairs is new and you can't read his face. Without looking from your face he takes both wrists in one hand and pins them above your head, the other gently wrapping one of your legs around his waist before kneading the soft flesh of your thigh.

His gentleness is something that you've hardly ever seen, swallowing nervously at this new feeling even the bed underneath you is so new and much softer than yours. He can see the confusion in your eyes but when he moves to kiss you, his interrupted by Atsumu pulling at his shoulder complaining about how tonight is his night with the toy. Osamus eyebrow twitches at his twin, turning to glare at Atsumu he speaks low. "Sit down and shut yer trap she belongs to me." Atsumu pouts but listens anyway huffing as he moves to sit in the living room slamming the door behind him. Your confusion only increases but now you have Osamu's sole attention. With Osamu staring at you so intensely, you don't realize you started crying until he shushes you and wipes away your tears, cupping your cheek he leans down to kiss the other side of your cheek and down your jaw. You whimper, closing your eyes tightly still scared of when he might do, you hear Samu curse under his breath before he turns your face to him and gives you a heated kiss.

A part of you hate how soft his lips feel and how his tongue alone is making your body heat up but you know you can't help it, body quivering in his hold. Pulling away he whispers a soft "Look at me princess." Your eyes widen he's never used a sweet name for you, only harsh words when you act up, hesitating you look up at him body still trembling in his hold. His face is still unreadable as his thumb strokes the stray tears from your cheek. You can smell the alcohol on his breath but he tells you praises you've never heard before, promises of the life he dreams for you both and the sweetness makes your stomach twist because in another world, maybe you could have this life with such an admittedly handsome man. It becomes too much, you squirm under him tears back full force. His eyebrow twitches as he asks what's your problem, glaring at him you spill everything how he's gotten you terrified how he lets his brother be so cruel you've been down in the basement for who knows how long and all he's done is torment you and use your body.

Osamu frowns at your outbursts after he just spilled his heart to you and when you feel the grip on your wrists tighten in warning, it only makes you want to fight against him squirming and thrashing. It all comes to a hard stop when Osamu lifts himself up away from you and lands a harsh slap across your cheek. You stop moving, tasting iron on your tongue. All you can do is lay there and cry under him, it's quiet for a while as he stares down at you. You whimper out a small I'm sorry, he lets go of your wrists and picks you up again. You don't fight, just hide your face and cry in your hands, he tosses you on the couch by Atsumu waving for him to have at it while he goes back to his room. You cry out that you're sorry, scrambling off the couch to beg Osamu to take you away from Atsumu but the blonde grabs your ankle making you trip on the floor, his heavier body landing on top of yours and pinning you down. You're shaking and drop your head knowing you've messed up and won't get out of this, body pliant as Atsumu flips you over mocking you for the bruise on your cheek.

Just to add emphasis, he drags his tongue across your bruised cheek then bites down harshly on the skin, hips rutting against yours and hands pushing up the ratty shirt you were given to wear. You cry out but don't fight him, instead spreading your legs for him hoping to get this over with soon. He leans close to your face, smelling the alcohol on his breath you grimace as he smile telling you to be a good slut and take it. He reaches between your body's freeing his cock from his sweats, ripping your panties from your body he shoves himself in your cunt without warning or prep. Your screams echo through the house, unable to help your nails digging into Atsumus arms, heavy thrusts the feel bruising on your hips and his cock battering your cunt. When his hand wraps around your throat you pray to anything and anyone that's listening for this to end quickly and thanks to him being so drunk your wish is answered. He cums quickly and it seems to have exhausted him, pulling out and pulling up his sweats he collapses on the couch leaving you a mess on the floor. You close your knees and put your face in your hands and cry quietly, body and face sore.

You don't know when you fell asleep but next you wake up you're back into the basement, ankle chain back in place and a bowl of cold rice and miso soup on a tray next to the bed. You drag your sore dirty body to start eating the food but you end up crying while you eat, knowing that this is just bound to repeat again. You lose your appetite and put your bowl down, bringing your knees to your chest you just hold yourself and cry. Thinking of what Osamu said last night your mind wanders to what might have been if everything played out differently. It would be a few days before Osamu made his way down to the basement holding a tray of food for you and set it down in front of him on the floor before sitting down in the chair, you not moving from the bed, in fear of angering him again. He has another beer in his hands watching you, his free hand snapping his fingers pointing to the spot in front of him. Hesitantly you crawl to where he wants you, sitting on your knees with your head down.

He gives you the command to eat knowing that you've been barely eating what he gives you or not eating at all, you listen slowly picking at the bowl of rice but pause when you hear him sigh and lean forward to harshly grab your hair making you look at him "I hate people who waste my food, so fucking eat." Your lip trembles but you whimper out a yes sir, putting the bowl of rice down to pick up the bowl of chicken and veggies he brought down. Taking a bite you look up at him as he stares down at you with cold eyes. He leans back in his chair sipping his beer and watching you eat until the dishes are clear, you even going so far as to eat the stray grains of rice in the bowl. When his beer is finished, he pulls out a black leather collar. The simple command of "behave" has you lifting up your head to let him put it snugly around your neck. When he sits back you bring your fingers up to touch the collar feeling the cool leather and small ring on the front. You look at him wide eyed, he leans forward twisting his finger in the ring and bring your face close to his. "I'm giving you one last chance to leave this basement. Fuck it up again and I'll give to Tsumu permanently."

Just the thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes and you tell him that you're sorry, that you'll behave which he scoffs at. Letting go of the ring, he rests his hand on his thigh telling you to prove it, looking at you expectantly. Swallowing, you lean forward to pull out his soft cock from his pants and look up at him when you take it into your mouth. Gently sucking on the head and small licks to get him hard are given along the shaft, Osamu spreads his legs allowing you more room now that he's fully hard. Thick and heavy on your tongue you work your way down taking as much of him as you can before bobbing your head. His fingers thread through your hair and you feel him pushing your head down forcing you to take his cock all the way then bring you back up, taking the hint, you struggle to take all of him down and eventually relax your throat enough to deep throat him smoothly. You swallow his cock till your nose is buried in the thick black pubes at the base, lavishing the sensitive underside of his cock with your tongue before pulling back up. Tears fall but you ignore them in favor of pleasing the man in front you.

You managed to finally get a groan out of him, hearing him say "That's it, good girl" it's enough to have you pushing through and taking him down your throat again, moving up and down his cock faster. Your hands come up and knead his heavy balls, hollowing your cheeks you apply more pressure with your tongue sucking on the fathead. He tosses his head back, hips thrusting into your mouth. The grip on your hair tightens but he doesn't stop you or force you down letting you work his cock with your tongue. Wrapping your hand around the base you pump his cock squeezing the head every so often while moving your mouth and suck one of his balls into your mouth, feeling just how big and heavy they are on your tongue. He's panting, a small sign telling you he's getting close. You switch sides and take the other in your mouth giving it the same attention, hand picking up pace smearing precum over his length. You hear him start to talk with a rough tug on your hair, "Come on now princess, daddy's gonna cum be good and swallow all of it."

His words makes your cunt clench but you ignore it taking his cock back in your mouth, sucking on the head rhythmically as one hand strokes his cock faster and the others squeeze his balls. His hips start bucking more and he uses both hands to to hold your hair as he cums down your throat, thick warm cum filling your mouth quickly as you try to swallow it all. You close your eyes tightly focusing on being good and not wanting to be punished, when he slips his softening cock out a little drips out of your mouth. Quickly swiping it up with your fingers you stick them in your mouth and clean them off as Osamu gently grips your chin making you look up at him. You stare up at him and open your mouth, going the extra step to show him that you swallowed all of his cum, getting him to smile "That's my good princess" putting himself away he unlocks your ankle chain and hooks a different chain in the ring of your collar, tugging you to follow him upstairs. You follow a couple steps behind on shaky legs, eye squinting at the sudden bright light. He leads you to his bedroom, looking around you don't see Atsumu anywhere but don't dare ask Osamu where he might be. Once in his room he leads you to the ensuite bathroom and unhooks the chain, picking you up he sets you on the counter he orders you to stay as he starts a bath.

You stare down at your lap playing with the hem of the dirty shirt you wore until the tub is filled up and he comes back over to you. With ease he takes off the shirt tossing it into the trash and sets you in the soapy bath water, it's hot and makes you hiss but after not having one in who knows how many days you quickly adapt to it. Osamu kneels next to the tub, tipping your head back as he wets your hair, it's quiet as he washes you taking his time and making sure you're clean. You still can't read his face but look at him when he gently takes your face in one hand, thumb stroking over the bruise he'd left. You flinch when he touches your bruised cheek and look down into the dirty water, tears brimming your eyes when you realize all that was taken from you in a brief moment. You hear him sigh and empty the dirty water turning on the detachable shower head and having you stand so he can rinse your body.

The quiet returns though this time it feels suffocating, once you've been rinsed clean he grabs a soft towel wrapping it around you. Picking you up he carries you to his bed gently setting you down so he can dry you off, hands never rough when it comes to your face he gently pats your cheek before leaning down kissing the bruise softly as not to hurt you. You sniffle, letting him do as he needs to take care of you but yelling at yourself at the warmth you feel from being cleaned up like this. He's careful when putting body lotion on you, pausing when he notices how warm it is between your legs but not acting on it, instead dressing you in another clean shirt and panties that he bought specifically for you. You sit on his bed looking at your lap as he stands in front of you, tears beading your lashes as you remember the last time you were here. He slowly steps closer, large hands coming to rest on the bed either side of your hips, he nudges your face with his urging you to look at him. "Let's try this again, yea?"

You slowly nod letting him push your body back onto the mattress and crowd over you, placing soft kisses along your cheeks and jaw and his hand lift up your legs to wrap around his waist to press your groin's together. You whimper feeling his half hard cock press against your cunt, hands hesitantly wrapping around his neck holding him close. He whispers praises at your small display of trust, coming up and pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your legs squeeze his hips, starting to roll yours against his as his hands slide under the shirt to rub your sides and tease right under your breasts, his tongue muffling your whines "You like being called a good girl princess?" He whispers against your lips when he pulls back, smirking. The kiss leaves you panting but you nod whispering a meek yes, he captures you in another kiss groaning when he feels you kissing him back. He gives a small roll of his hips causing you to gasp, slipping his tongue back in your mouth he takes his time exploring and claiming you as his.

He can feel how wet your cunt is starting to get through the thin panties he put on you, dampening the front of his sweats as he grinds down harder. you start to pull at his shirt needing more. He doesn't chastise you instead pulling away enough to take his shirt off, body not sculpted as when he was younger tummy a bit soft but shoulders wide and arms strong. Crawling back over you he slips the shirt he put on you over your tits large hands massaging the mounds as his thumbs roll over your nipples. You leave your hands by your head to remain submissive, letting out soft moans his everytime his finger pinch your nipples and you hips buck up against his. You beg for more already a soft please daddy slipping through and making his cock throb. He shushes your whines telling you to be patient and he'll make you feel good, you whine but nod spreading your legs over his thighs you present your soaked panties to him in hopes he'll touch you where you need it most.

He smiles down at you, hands sliding down your inner thighs to your mound, thumbs running along the lips barely brushing against your clit through your panties. He's pleased seeing you so obedient under him, you twitch when he brushes over your clit. You can't remember the last time you've been played with like this but you remind yourself to be good, grasping your own breasts you squeeze them and give your best puppy eyes whimpering out a please daddy I need you. "Does my little princess need her daddy?" A grin creeps up on his face, fingers tapping on your clit until you let out a cry for him. He grabs the hem of your panties and rips them in 2 displaying his raw strength and making you whimpering with arousal and a little in fear. He smiles down at you telling you "Don't worry princess daddy's not gonna hurt you anymore." He shuffles his was down between your legs tossing them over his strong shoulders, he licks a long stripe over your soaked folds before circling your clit with his tongue. Immediately your back arches off the bed and your hands fly to grab his hair, moaning out before you could try to hold it back. It's almost like the more he tastes you, the more ferocious he begins to move hands digging into your plush thighs.

In all the time he's had you he hasn't gotten to taste you, you've been too much of a brat for him to get the chance. But seeing you like this moaning for him and tugging his hair makes him feral, fingers dig into your thighs most likely leaving bruises as he fucks you open on his tongue. You can hear him slurping over your cunt and sucking harshly on your clit drinking like a man starved of water not caring how your squirming hips are smearing your slick all over the lower half of his face. You barely register your approaching orgasm before you're tossed over the edge, pulling his hair tightly as you ride the waves. He takes it, drinking in everything you give him. When the waves have stopped he finally pulls away and sits back on his knees, pupils blown wide he watches the rise as fall of your chest as you catch your breath. Wiping his face with his fingers he prods them against your lips letting out a pleased hum when you open your mouth and gently suck on his fingers tasting yourself. He wants to savor this moment but his hard cock is making it very difficult, it being a good while since he's wanted to cum twice in one night. He tugs off his sweats and underwear quickly lining himself up while you're still recovering, grabbing your hands and putting them over his shoulder he starts to push in, the slide much easier than before with how wet you are now.

Your back arches off the bed, you're still so sensitive and the stretch even prepped is so much. He pushes until he's fully seated then pauses letting you adjust, "Fuck princess keep squeezing like that and I won't last." After a minute you try and roll your hips causing both of you to moan, he gets the hint setting a slow deep pace wanting you to feel all of him. This feels so much better than the times the other times he would force himself on you, tears already blurring your vision, eyes rolling back and nails digging into his skin. Osamu starts marking your neck with love bites groaning and picking up the pace loving how you're falling apart under him. He finds your sweet spot, changing his angle just enough to constantly hit it. Your moans turn to cries of daddy as it becomes too much, another orgasm quickly approaching. Feeling your walls squeeze around him from your impending orgasm makes his balls ache with need, he needs to fill you up stuff you full of his cum. When your orgam’s hits all of your limbs squeeze around his body as yours seizes up, cunt tightening around his pulsing cock and it's not long before he's following behind filling you up to the brim that it's spilling over out of you and onto the bed. Overstimulation sets in quickly when he keeps pumping his hips, grinding down into you and milking himself of ever drop into your greedy cunt. Stuttering cries of daddy spill from trembling lips, tears of overstimulation bead at your lashes only to be kissed away by Osamu when he stills his hips. "So good for me, such a good princess for daddy." The words make up hiccup as you wrap yourself around him, clinging to him like he'll leave if you don't. He notes you react well to praise and definitely isn't complaining having you cling to him.

He trails soft kisses along your chest and neck as you come down from your high, body slowly relaxing from such an intense orgasm and exhaustion setting in quickly. Slowly pulling out, he leans back when you lay back on the bed to watch his cum drip out of your used cunt, 3 thick fingers scooping up what he can and pushing it back into you making you twitch and whine. He chuckles low in his throat before leaning close to your ear, "Can't have it goin to waste princess." You whine, arms circling his neck when he picks you up taking you to the bathroom to clean you up, while you're resting in a chair by his bed he changes the sheets and sets you in them before crawling in behind you. Pulling your exhausted body to his chest he rubs a warm hand over your tummy whispering the words he said of the life he wants with you as you fall asleep.

In the morning, it takes you a moment to remember where you are almost forgetting what it's like to sleep in a real bed, you have to tell yourself to be good over and over again when the memories of Osamu and the night before come flooding in and the soreness of last night sets in. The collar is sitting on the side table, you grab it and put it on. Samu isn't anywhere in the room, shyly and slowly walking to his closet you grab one of the tshirts he has from his shop. Slowly you make your way out of his room looking for Osamu and spot him in the kitchen, a quiet daddy comes from you causing the man to turn around. He turns around with a smile wiping his hand on a hand towel before stepping over to you, hand tracing over the collar before cupping your cheek "What are you doing up out of bed princess?" "I woke up and didn't see you. I was wondering where you went." He seemed pleased with that answer, to him seeing you behaving and looking for his presence means stepping forward to him never having to put you back in the basement. Tilting your chin up he pulls you in for a kiss, heated but sweet.

Your hands cling onto his shirt as you kiss, his hand wrapping around your waist and picking you up to set you on the cold counter top and makes you whine when your bare cunt touches it. Before the kiss can escalate he pulls back telling you to be good and stay there while he turns back to finish cooking breakfast. You swing your legs lightly, fingers twisting together. You're not used to seeing him so sweet and now you don't know what to do, you watch him silently as he cooks. Your mind wonders seeing his arms flex as he moves, you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together as the memories from last night flood your mind. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by the man next to you. "Easy there princess, daddy will feed you soon" he smirks at you glancing over at your thighs and the finger shapes bruises he can see from where he gripped you last night. You hold back a whine and look down shyly a shiver going up your spine at the tone and indication of his words.

Your face flushes knowing you've been caught staring, you stare at your lap. Seeing the small bruises does nothing to aid the growing heat between your legs, you bite your lip and keep your head down waiting for breakfast to finish. He starts plating up the food to set on the table, making sure to give you a smaller portion than his so you don't upset your stomach then walks back over to you to pick you up and carry you to the table. He pauses just before the table, your cunt having quickly soaked a spot on his shirt. You hide your face in his neck, knowing he can feel how wet you are. "Princess, daddy needs you to tell him what you need and daddy needs to know now." You whimper his voice is strained, moving your face from his neck you grip his shirt tight and look up at him teary eyed. Osamu grips your chin in a firm grip, staring down at you expectantly to follow his command, making you nervous. You wiggle your hips begging for daddy to touch you and fill you up again, that you need his cock, he chuckles calling you a greedy little thing and slapping your ass cheek before 2 thick fingers toy around your slit.

You moan at his teasing, breakfast forgotten on the table he moves to sit on the couch. Keeping you in his lap he toys with your soaked hole, free hand encouraging you to move your hips. "Come on baby, be good and ride daddy's fingers yea?" Your grip on his shirt tightens as you start to rock your hips in a sloppy rhythm but Osamu is there cooing in your ear sweet praise that makes your cunt clench around nothing, his fingers prodding at the entrance enough to feel it though. Suddenly he pushes in 3 fingers which makes you gasp and almost cum on the spot from the stretch. Samu smiles seeing your struggle not to cum yet, he sees how much you want to be good for him. Your nails dig into strong shoulders through his shirt, panting as you try to calm your body enough to rock your hips. You moan feeling him pump his fingers in time with your rocking.

“Look at you, so good for daddy.” Praise and praise is given to you as you rock your hips in his fingers, it's not till you hiccup a “daddy please.” Does he ask again what it is you need, realizing he wants you to say it out loud again you swallow hard. “Want daddy to fill me with his cum.” He smiles taking his fingers out of your cunt and putting them in his mouth, lifting you up enough for him to slide his sweats down his thighs and grab your hips. “Are you ready princess?” When you nod he lines his cock up with your cunt before slamming you down, filling you completely. You scream, he feels deeper than last night. You're panting, gripping his shirt like you'd fade away if you didn't. He allows you to adjust, but you start moving your hips first. Slowly you grind your hips down causing him to tighten his grip on your hips. “Little one, don't start what you can't finish.” His tone is low and commanding as he warns you. You hiccup telling him “I just want you and no one else, not even Atsumu and I'm trying to show you that.”

He's surprised, eyes widening before he quickly recovers, shushing your cries. Standing he holds you to him, cock still buried snuggly in your cunt, shucks off his sweats completely And walks to the bedroom. Holding you close he lays you both down on the bed, cooing at you as he starts a slow steady pace fucking into you. He tells you Atsumu will never had his way with you again and your cunt is his to fill and his alone, sweet words continue even as you teach your peak fingers tangled in his hair as he works you through your orgasm, quickly leading you into another as he comes undone himself.

Turning onto his back, he has you rest on his chest. You two stay like that for awhile, you drawing little shapes over the thin material of his shirt and him rubbing a warm hand up and down your back. He reaches up to kiss the top of your head, before he goes on to tell you more and more of the life he wants with you, and how maybe one day you'll be able to leave the house with him and work by his side at the various locations he set up for his shop. You hun telling him you miss going outside and exploring both the city and the mountains. Hooking a finger under your chin he forces you to look at him, “I promise little one, keep being a good girl for me and I'll take you out shopping and to see the mountains again.”

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