#miya please i’m begging u

[sunmisbf]

yesterday i told my boyfriend about how woodz made a post on fancafe saying there’s so much he wants to do n he’s planning a lot of things n how he realized he really loves his job after he started the military n he said they should send sunmi to the military too so she can realize she loves her job n start releasing music like stop 😭

[suhkusa]

EGOIST 19.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. hurthurt hurt!!!!, no comfort at all, angst, any other words that describe hurt or angst then yes

A/N. ;-;

-> MASTERLIST.

Angie [10:02AM]: URE the one who took those pics. i just happened to find them

Angie [10:02AM]: who do you think uploaded that picture of sakusa n that girl? lol u can finally get ur mind off of her now

Angie [10:03AM]: what do u say? u tryna come over or what ;)

You drop his phone. The feeling of absolute dread that you’re feeling is something you’d never wish on anyone. Not even your worst enemies.

You can feel your heartbeat pick up the pace. It feels like your heart is physically breaking. Everything that you thought you had let go is coming back to haunt you.

You should’ve known better. You did know better. But you’re weak. Just that weak little girl in high school who let Atsumu Miya walk all over her as he pleased.

He took that picture? He sent it to someone who then posted it? He is sleeping around while claiming he “loves” you?

There’s tears that are falling that you hadn’t even noticed.

You’re a fool. Nothing short of it. Anyone could tell you that you were. Trying to date someone who absolutely hated your guts for no reason? You’re a pathetic fool.

You quickly grab your keys from the coffee table, you need to leave. You’re heading for the front door when the shutting of another door catches you off guard.

“Y/N?” he starts, “where are you going?”

Him saying your name sent pure dread through your body. And him asking that stupid question made you see red.

“Don’t you fucking dare act stupid, Atsumu,” you snap at him as you turn around, your eyes meet his confused ones, “You know what you fucking did,”

Atsumu’s eyes snap between yours and his phone before he’s the one who looks betrayed. 

“You searched through my phone?”

“Yes! And good thing I did, because when were you going to tell me? Hm?” you yell, “You were the one who took that picture?” 

His eyes widen, “Y-Yeah, but it was never my intention to let it get out like that,”

“Boo fucking who, Atsumu! It’s out, so now what? Me and Kiyoomi’s reputation is tarnished!” there’s tears streaming down your face, “And tell me, who is Angie? Really?”

“She’s-”

“Oh! Let me guess, she’s another girl you fuck and love so much, right?”

“No! I ended shit with her a while ago!” he’s getting heated too, you can tell.

“And when was that exactly?”

There’s silence.

“Before the playoffs,” 

“And did you sleep with her?” you push.

“I didn’t want to, she-”

“The day before you asked me on a date?” you sob, “I should’ve known- there were so many signs, I never fucking learn,”

“Y/N,” he’s walking towards you, reaching out for you, “I’m sorry, but you have to understand,”

You slap his hands away from you, “Don’t touch me Atsumu! You don’t get to apologize to me, your apologies mean absolutely nothing,”

“You’re not letting me talk!”

“Because I don’t want to hear it!” you yell at him, “All I’ve done is hear you out and give you chances, and look where it’s gotten me!”

Atsumu looks at you dejectedly.

“I love you, Y/N!” now he sounds like he’s about to cry. “I’m sorry it took me so long but I love you,”

You’re sobbing as he tries to get you to hear him, he comes onto you and embraces you in a warm hug. A hug that would’ve comforted you a while ago, but now all it makes you feel is disgusted.

“I’m sorry I keep fucking up, but everything I’ve done for you is genuine. I want you so fucking bad it makes my head hurt, so bad I want to die,” he’s pleading with you, and all you can feel is pity for him.

“Just stay with me please, I haven’t even gotten the chance to make it official with you. There’s so much shit I wanted to do with you, you don’t get it,” he begs, he’s hugging onto you like you’re going to disappear into thin air. His own tears are wetting your- his- shirt.

Your heart strings are being tugged every which way, and you’ve had enough.

“Atsumu,” you say calmly.

You can hear him sniffle, before he backs up off of you.

You take in his appearance and find it absolutely crazy how there was a point in time that he was making you cry and feel worthless. You’ve got a man who was once filled with pride and ego, essentially down on his knees begging and crying for you. 

“Whatever this is between us, done. I want absolutely nothing to do with you ever again. If you try to reach out to me in any shape or form, I won’t hesitate to call the cops on you,” he sniffles in between each of your words, “Goodbye, Miya,”

You unlock the door before walking out. Not even sparing a glance back at Atsumu.

Leaving him alone with all of his own despair.

———

It’s been a couple days and Atsumu is distraught. He doesn’t know what to do. He feels like he’s tried everything. 

If this was months ago, he would’ve let you walk away with no retorts. But this was now, and now he was in love with you. And it feels like if he lets you go now, everything he’s done would have been for nothing.

You changed him. You, the girl whose life he basically ruined in high school, changed Atsumu Miya in ways he would have never expected. You made him feel like there was something to care about. Like there was purpose in his life. That maybe he didn’t have to be a dick to every woman he meets in his life. 

You didn’t even have to try was the worst part. You didn’t do anything to get him to change, being in your presence was enough. And now he had nothing.

He tried calling anyone who would know where you are, even Kiyoomi.

“It doesn’t concern you, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi responded.

“So you know? Is she okay at least,” the blonde pleads.

“It doesn’t concern you, stop calling me,” is all he gives Atsumu before hanging the call up.

The beeping noise echoes in Atsumu’s head when he realizes there’s one more person he hadn’t checked with.

He gets in his car as fast as he possibly can and races for the Jackal’s practice facility. The place where he saw you for the first time.

When he pulls into the parking lot, he sees a familiar car exit the lot. Your car. He speeds into the building and heads to the Coach’s office.

“Coach!” Atsumu’s disheveled look catches Foster off guard.

“Atsumu? Yes, what is wrong?”

“Why was Y/N here? I just saw her car?” he needs to know, he needs to.

“Did she not tell you?” 

Atsumu’s world stops.

“Y/N resigned,”

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[pupkashi]

congrats on 1k followers jess!! I'm so glad I found your blog bc your writing is just amazing! here's to many more milestones!! can I request the prompt “i told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom!” from the champagne list with the silly white haired man aka gojo <333

thank u miya 🫶🏼 !! ilysm <333 i hope you enjoy :3

join the party!

you’re rushing around your apartment, struggling to put on your uniform as you fix your hair a bit.

“satoru have you seen my uniform top?” you shout, eyes landing on the closed restroom door, you knock quickly.

“yes?” he asks, the door only cracking open a bit so you can see a sliver of his face.

“I told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom i still have to brush my teeth and fix my hair and-” satoru closes the door on you.

“hey!” your brows furrowing and your voice going up a higher pitch.

“if i open this door then you’re gonna leave me!” he calls from behind the closed door.

“satoru it’s a meeting with the higher ups” you sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall. you had to leave now if you didn’t wanna be late. “I can’t afford to be late like you can, please” you beg, knocking on the door again.

satoru cracks the door open again.

“i haven’t seen you all week” the small pout on his face is evident even with only an eight of his face showing.

“i know pretty, I’m sorry” your lips turning downwards as he opens the door a bit more, “i won’t take long i swear” you promise, hoping it would encourage him to let you in the restroom.

but as soon as the door swings open and you’re about to step in, satoru is grabbing you, the air around you whooshing violently and the ground beneath your feet turning into the familiar floor of Jujutsu halls.

“what the fuck!” you scold, look at your boyfriend and smoothing you hair down, “satoru i look terrible what’s wrong with you? I’m wearing a stained shirt!” you cry, looking around, thankful no one else is in the hall.

satoru is quick to shield your body with his, peeling his black t shirt off and handing it to you, a smirk on his face as your eyes wander down to his abs.

“thought you were in a hurry?” he teases, you snicker before taking your dirty shirt off and replacing it with his, grumbling as you check your reflection in one of the windows.

“god they’re gonna think I’m so unprofessional, they’re gonna hate me and-” satoru cuts your words off by grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into him.

“you’ll be fine sweetheart, I’ll sweet talk ‘em when you’re through with them” he smiles, you shake your head as soon as the proposition leaves his mouth.

“if anything they’ll hate me even more by association!” your lover pouts at your words, kissing your cheek before letting you go. wishing you good luck as you walk into the room.

the meeting didn’t take long, and satoru was teleporting the two of you home in no time, glad to be back home with your lover.

“don’t ever teleport me away before I’m done getting ready” you say, looking up at your boyfriend, a grin on his face as he nods.

“okay i won’t” he says, already heading back towards the door.

“where are you going?” you ask, brows furrowing as he opens the front door.

“i had a meeting with them like three hours ago” he laughs, waving goodbye with a soft smile, “see you in a bit!”

“satoru gojo!” you scold, but the only response you get is a sing songy ‘love you~!’ as he closes the door behind him.

[afyrian]

CONGRATULATIONS SM ON 200!! U DESERVE IT AND A LOT MOREEE‼️🤍

but anywayyy, for your 200 event, may I please have 🎤 + 🏐 with atsumu as a fic (long or short) if that's alright? :DD I live for songwriter x reader fics I adore them hihi

TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS!!! AND CONGRATULATIONS AGAINNN 🗣

off kilter love atsumu miya x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1k | prompt: songwriter + 'wait really? you're not joking?'

    soft instrumental music plays throughout the café, the harsh wind blowing against the side of the building. patrons of all sorts have made their way into the building, protecting themselves from the summer storm. atsumu sits by himself at a two-person table, staring at the music sheet in front of him.

  headphones rest on his ears as the relating melody replays over and over. he taps the floor absentmindedly with his foot, trying to feel the rhythm of the music. however, the only lyrics he can think of are the ones he's sloppily written on a napkin. they don't follow the rhythm of the song he's writing for, nor the feel of the album it's going on. 

  leaving atsumu to stare down at the napkin in front of him, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. chills run down his arms as he thinks about the very person he's written the lyrics about. and much to his surprise, there you stand, ordering coffee a few yards from him. a ring of fate's bell seemingly working in his favor.

  you have yet to notice him, focused on something on your phone. your hair was blown in the wind, your bag nearly falling off your shoulder. he could envision you like this for forever, off kilter but ultimately still the most beautiful person he's ever seen. probably more beautiful than he's normally seen you, because it's so real. 

  atsumu wants to walk up to you, but by the time he finally gains the courage, you're already ordering. he can practically hear your usual order, 'mocha frappuccino, some vanilla, and a drivel of caramel on top'. he honestly couldn't even remember the last time you asked him to get you something else. 

  now, though, he's positive you're ordering it again, a smile written across your face. just as you're handing off your credit card, your gaze flickering in his direction. as you're handing off the card, you open your mouth in surprise, giving him a short wave with your free hand. 

  very rarely do you see each other outside of work, but when you do, it sends atsumu's heart out of his chest. your professional wear unravels into streetwear and you wear a perfect smile. as you finish your transaction, atsumu quickly shoves the napkin under his wallet. anxiously sweating at the thought of you reading it. 

  "atsumu! hello, i'm so happy i dropped in here during that wind storm..." you look out of the large front windows, the small city trees blowing backwards from the extensive weathering, "because i'll be getting a drink and a conversation, plus i haven’t visited new grounds yet.”

  he nods enthusiastically, trying to figure out ways to talk to you casually, "yeah, i come here pretty much every day after work to think and write some lyrics."

  "well maybe i'll have to visit you some. i've had such writers block lately, and the artist i'm working for is begging for it to be done before the main festival season starts," you purse your lips, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down without another thought. 

  normally, if it were anyone but you, he'd probably shake his head, annoyed. yet for you, he'd go to the end of the earth to find you a chair. just so you'd even have a thought of sitting across from him. "right, yeah, i'm having trouble too. none of the lyrics are working right, i may have to work on the melody some," atsumu taps his chin with his pencil, giving you a tired smile. 

  “well let’s brainstorm some, the storm isn’t dying down anytime soon and i’m still waiting on my coffee..” you lean forward in your chair, resting your elbows on the table as you look across the way at him. 

  the way you look at him sends his heart rate spiking, emotionally vulnerable to your whims. before he can get a word out, likely to stumble on it anyways, the barista calls out your name. “uh, let me go get that for you, i’ll probably grab us a snack too if you’re going to be here for a bit,” atsumu lets out a shaky breath, figuring he’d save the embarrassment if he offered you a snack. 

  you nod, biting your lip, watching as he picks up his wallet and heads for the pick up area. normally, you wouldn’t snoop on your colleague and friend’s things, but he left behind a little napkin. it was hiding below his wallet, something scribbled onto it with a pen. the café’s name, new grounds, in the top right corner. right below it rests a few sentences. 

  ‘i wanna get stuck in your head, i wanna watch a t.v. show together, and when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed…’ is written in poor cursive. your name is circled beside it, the writing more clear, more thought put into each letter of your name. you find yourself looking up at him, smiling to yourself. sure you’ve thought of him in more than one way, but never did you think he’d feel the same.

  the way he flirts, acting oh-so relaxed, felt so natural in front of you. like he’s done it a million times. except, really it’s just been for you. as he walks over you look down at your feet, wondering what to say to him. “uh- i don’t mean to eavesdrop, of sorts, is that song about me?”

  “oh- uh yeah, but i was just brainstorming, like you don’t have to say anything-”

  “but i like you too, i always have,” you look up at him, trying to hold back the smile that was fighting so badly to come to the surface. 

  it takes a moment for the gears in atsumu’s head to turn all the way. his eyes open wide as he tries to interpret what you’re saying, even if it’s really straightforward, “wait really? you’re not joking?”

  “yeah, yeah i’m not joking,” you reach your hand over the table, grabbing his hand with yours, “i wouldn’t joke about such a thing… especially when said someone knows my favorite pastry to buy…”

a/n: really hope this was good!! i hope you enjoyed it <33 AND TJANK YOU!! I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE!!

[mjinzx]

midnights with you

wc: 415 | genre: fluff, angst if u squint rlly hard | fem! reader x atsumu miya | cw: profanity, she/her pronouns, 3rd pov

~~~

Y/N can’t sleep.

Well, that’s one way to say her problem. It’s 12 am and all she could think about is a nice bowl of black bean ramen. But, she doesn’t want to cook, she’s too lazy to cook. And what better way than to ask someone else to cook it for her?

By someone else, she meant her roommate, Atsumu.

Here’s the thing, though, Atsumu is probably asleep by now, and waking him up would be a suicide mission. Not only does he sleep like a log, but when Atsumu wakes up, he’s the grumpiest person on earth.

But, no one’s stopping Y/N now, she’s already on her way to Atsumu’s room to wake him up and “ruin” his night. She opens his bedroom door, and there he is, deep in his sleep.

‘He’s probably in dreamland right now.’ Y/N thinks.

Y/N had a wonderful idea to wake Atsumu up, and of course, it’s blasting EDM music in his ear at maximum volume.

You bet Atsumu woke up.

“Y/N? What the hell? Why are you here? And most importantly, why are you blasting music in my ear at midnight?” He says furiously.

Y/N just smiled cheekily. She knows that Atsumu isn’t actually mad at her, maybe a little annoyed, but never angry.

“I’m hungry, can you make me ramen, please?”

Y/N pleaded cutely, making sure to stretch that ‘please’ so Atsumu would give in.

“No.” Atsumu responded.

“Pretty, please?” At this point, Y/N is begging for Atsumu to cook for her, but Atsumu doesn’t even look one bit fazed.

“Why don’t you cook your own, Y/N? Come on, it’s 12 am, I need to sleep.” Atsumu says flatly.

Queue Y/N pouting. “Tsk. Fine.” She says and went out of Atsumu’s bedroom.

Y/N looks like a child not given candy during halloween right now. She’s pouting, brows furrowed, and stomping her way to the kitchen.

‘Of course he wouldn’t agree, Y/N. What were you even thinking? It’s 12:51 am.’ She thinks.

Y/N was having a hard time finding a pot, so she didn’t hear Atsumu entering the kitchen, his hands inside his pockets. He leans in the wall, just watching Y/N struggling to find a pot, with a smirk on his lips.

“I’ll do it.” Someone says.

‘Hm? Atsumu?’ She thinks.

She looked behind her only to see Atsumu smiling at her.

“Hey bub, sorry about earlier, you just surprised me, that’s all.” Atsumu apologizes.

“I’ll make you ramen?”

“Yes, please.”

“Black bean?”

“Black bean.”

a/n: this is my failed attempt of using 3rd pov in y/n imagines 😆

© mjinzx

[daiiharu]

i lied,,, i no longer need reki to magically beat adam in a skating race. no,, what i want is for tadashi to beat adam’s ass so bad he has to quit skating, for the pretty redhead detective to bring adam’s multiple crimes to light, for joe and cherry to punch adam in the face and then adopt cat-son miya like the married parents they are, for uncle shadow to get a date with his manager, and FOR REKI AND LANGA TO HOLD HANDS AND SK8 OFF INTO THE SUNSET

[chalkblhue]

Am I excited for today’s episode because my bby Miya and Shadow will be the main characters? Yes, absolutely

And I also terrified for ppl ending up making Miya into an uwu sexy catboy boyfriend??? Yes, 100%

[elysianslove]

oh boy idk if you’ve ever talked about this before (i’m new to the blog, and you’re so very talented!!! you make my dumb horny heart just 🦋🦋) BUT what are your thoughts on which of the haikyuu boys are best/worst at being edged? like who’s begging and crying after 20 minutes and who’s able to hold out for hoouurrs before getting just a touch whiny. i. need to know. for science 🤲🏼

thank you so much!!! welcome to the blog my love 🥺 but omg. thoughts. so many. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING 

matsukawa issei; he’s purely holding out this long out of spite. as if he has something to prove, which he very much does. he’s barely bucking up into you, trying his best to hold his pants and his hisses from how borderline painful this is, but you can see how tense he is. his abs keep spasming, his biceps flexing as he fists the sheets. he keeps his legs spread for you though, lets you suck at his cock, fondle his balls, stroke at the base and squeeze at the tip with your much smaller hand. he lasts a good an hour and 10 minutes. honestly, genuinely impressive. he won’t let you get off easy though, good luck with that. 

oikawa tōru; originally, i’d think he’d be so bad at this, but honestly, oikawa’s orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. tōru’s a very pretty crier, after all <3

kita shinsuke; oh my god, the best boy. he’d last days if you asked him to. he’ll be quietly, as quietly as he can, panting and whining and groaning, silent tears streaming down his face every time you pull away from his cock. every time he bucks his hips up, it’s followed by a trail of “sorry, sorry, m’sorry,” that it’s just so adorable. has you cooing at him, soothingly rubbing at his thigh and murmuring that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good. he lasts around 45 minutes, but when he cums, he promises to do better next time, to last longer. anything for you <3 

sugawara kōshi; this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after and actually scare, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

miya atsumu; like oikawa, he will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. atsumu thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, atsumu, all for me? has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because atsumu gets so lost in everything, including giving up control. 

kuroo tetsurō; another one to last mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply. 

akaashi keiji; sweet boy keiji definitely lasts, all for you. he’s not too vocal either, just light curses to himself, muffled moans, broken, bitten down sobs. he genuinely does love to let you have your fun with him, because submitting to you is just so satisfying. and i can see akaashi loving edging so much because of how good the orgasm that eventually comes is. like the moment you give him permission to, he’s seeing stars, and it’s why he lasts as long as he does, why he tries to push for longer. he lasts a good 45 minutes, and he’s been trying to beat that record for a while now. don’t worry, he will. 

sakusa kiyoomi; is so fucked out, so far gone, to the point that you don’t even think he’s in control of his own body anymore. even if you told him to cum, he wouldn’t. he’s so deep in this headspace of being under your control it’s incredible. it’s mesmerizing. he looks so pretty, cock so red and wet and hard as ever, painfully so, against his pale skin, twitching and bobbing and begging for attention. he lasts 40 minutes. it’s the most gorgeous 40 minutes of both your lives. 

asahi azumane; so good! such a good boy!!! doesn’t last so long, but definitely tries his best for you. it’s some 20 or so minutes in that he cums, but he immediately starts chanting out apologies, begging for you to forgive him, to give him another chance. he continues to try until he can last so long, but it’s the fact that he’s willing to that has your heart soaring and your body heating up. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

bokuto kōtarō; baby boy is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he watched a porn video where a person lasted an hour and thought, oh must be worth it, and asked you to try it on him. just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever. 

iwaizumi hajime; please he lasts like 2 minutes. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make iwaizumi hajime cry. make him. it’s beautiful. 

kageyama tobio; mannnn kageyama can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for u tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever. 

kozume kenma; he wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you’d wanted to see where his head was at exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like ok no problem for me :) 

ushijima wakatoshi; doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you. 

hinata shōyō; hinata’s just way too overexcited. he really does put his mind to it, but i think he gets too in his head about it that he just ends up cumming right away. but it’s a ruined orgasm, cause you pull away just as he’s cumming, so it’s so not satisfying, but for some reason, hinata loved it? so yeah, lasts 0 seconds, but discovers new kink! 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

suna rintarō; oh he most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. as much as suna is lazy, he’s just as impatient, and he can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to. 

daichi sawamura; could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3 you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. daichi’s so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man. 

miya osamu; most definitely would be able to last hours, but again, he just doesn’t want to. it’s also not one of those situations where he prefers overstimulation either. like osamu’s plenty kinky, sure, but those two aren’t what cross his mind when you say, “let’s change things up a bit.” it’s not that he gets bored of it either. he just. doesn’t wanna do it. like he can spend time making you feel good, and vice versa, with way more different things. and he seems like a very in the moment guy, like choking you in the moment or making you squirt. yk :) 

satori tendō; oh tendō loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun! 

[titsuya]

# MIYA ATSUMU & [some of] HIS KINKS <3

+++ visuals <3

warning: NSFW VISUAL LINKS ! (twt p*rn lol) MINORS DNI 18+ — um i’m not going to spoil it, but degradation and daddy kink are both heavily used + shitty writing <3

sar’s note: hi omg this was so fun to write! i want to do more of these maybe if you guys like them :) (& if they’re requested 😏/hj) as always, likes n reblogs are very much appreciated<3

— navigation (18+) — send an ask — m.list (pls put ur age in ur bio lol i will block u)

daddy kink

the first time you uttered the word, atsumu’s eyes went wide, stilling balls deep inside you. “what’d ya say?” he’d ask in a whisper, not trusting his voice. you writhed realizing the name that’d slipped from your mouth. you keep quiet, mortified at the fact that he’d even heard you, pressing your face into the tear soaked pillow and push your hips back to get him to keep going. he grabs you by the hair, pulling you up to wrap his hand around your throat and pressing his wet lips against your ear, “i ain’t fuckin’ ya till ya tell me whatcha said, bitch,” he grits. you squeeze your eyes shut, knitting your eyebrows all at the new angle.

“daddy…” you whimper, prettily. too pretty for atsumu’s liking. his hands push you into the bed, and grip onto your waist nearly bruising your already sensitive skin. he finally moves giving you harsh thrusts, squeezing at your flesh. you just can’t get enough, “harder! harder, daddy! mmm, shit,” you moan loudly as he grunts above you.

“that’s it, fuckin’ take it, slut. take daddy’s cock.”

exhibitionism

atsumu smirks, his finger are soaked with your arousal as he fucks them in and out of you. it’s been 30 minutes. you’re on the verge of tears trying to converse with your brother-in-law, already overstimmed because he just wouldn’t let you cum. once osamu goes to the bathroom, you turn to him, a crocodile tear rolling down your pretty little face and he coos, “aww, c’mon baby, just havin’ a lil bit of fun!” he plunges his fingers all the way inside, curling them to hit the spot he knows so well.

you place your hand over his trying to stop him but it doesn’t work, “tsum! fuck, tsumu, ‘m gonna cum, fuck, please!” you plead, softly in hopes of not letting anyone hear you.

“c’mon, baby… cum. let everyone here know who’s makin’ ya feel this good,” he whispers in your ear before feeling you gush and hearing you rip out a loud moan. he smiles and presses a kiss to your red hot cheek. “that’s ma good fuckin’ girl.”

impact play w/ love <3

“daddy!” you squeal as atsumu’s heavy hand lands on your ass, probably leaving a hand mark. he chuckles, darkly, watching the way you twitch and shake waiting for the next slap to come. he thinks your so fucking hot just waiting to get your ass slapped by him and seeing the way his hand is imprinted into your flushed skin. he slaps it again and again and again loving the way your ass jiggles and hearing the way you let out a giggly moan.

he presses a kiss to the bright red flesh, smiling before spanking you again and eyeing your jolting body, “fuckin’ love ya, princess.” he mutters, squeezing the fat.

dacryphilia

he’s watching as the tears slip down your face as he’s overstimming you— again. he thinks you look so perfect like this— laid out underneath him with salty tears and hiccuping and pleading for him to let you cum. his cock aches hard in his pants just wanting to fuck your cute lil body senseless. hearing that beg, “daddy! please, stop!” you don’t mean it. the way you’re clamping down on his fingers, there’s no way you mean it. he stops anyways just to make sure, and the shocked wail you let out was just enough to make him almost cum in his pants.

“shhh, baby, fuck,” he groans, putting his fingers back into your sopping pussy while staring into your teary eyes. he leans in, pecking your lips before whispering against them, “cry fer ma cock, my pretty fuckin’ crybaby,”

manhandling & degradation

“stupid. fucking. whore.” he says, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. you had made him so jealous all because you were needy and now he has you bent over a bathroom sink, arm in his hand with a bruising grip on it. “yeah, i bet suna could fill ya up like this, hmm? bet he can fuck yer slutty cunt like this?” he pants, spanking your ass, alternating between cheeks. you nearly scream, your free hand grasping onto the sink.

“n-n-no! no! i only— hah! hah! fuck!,” you sob out, trying to get your words out but his cock keeps bumping your cervix. “w-wan’ you! only y-you!”

he scoffs, loudly spanking your ass and listening to the way you squeal. “yer so fuckin’ pathetic,” he chuckles, condescendingly. “cryin’ all over ma cock like a fuckin’ slut,” he speeds up, his cock now bruising your cervix with how fast he’s going. “good thing yer just a pretty lil cocksleeve to use whenever.”

© all works belong to @luvrinnie 2021, please do not repost, modify, or translate any of my works on any platform

[petboymart]

So i am very intrigued by petgirl! reader nd was wondering if I could pls request headcanons/drabbles of Haikyuu characters with a petgirl? If u want character suggestions, I'm thinking maybe Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Kita, Akaashi, Kuroo, Matsukawa, nd the Miya twins? U obv don't have to do them all, its a lot of characters. Also, could u pls make it smutty bc I'm a whore? Thank u nd have a great day ☺️

a/n: ok so i changed this a bit but not to much! since we are a petboy blog we don’t really write about them being the fully human ones in the relationship, SO what i’m gonna do is write the petboys WITH the petgirl reader!! i hope this is okay!! -eden <3

headcanons for petboys with a petgirl reader !! NSFW

tw/cw: talk of heats and ruts, fem!bodied with fem!pronouns, sub!reader x dom!petboys, breeding, use of terms like heifer, kitty, puppy, bunny, little lamb, good girl, etc., possessive language, rough sex/movements, spanking, use of whore, slutty, and other degrading terms, thigh riding, dry humping, oral to reader implied, slight somno, praise, reader is a total bimbo is matsukawas, semis gets a little dark (attempted sexual assault, abused reader, semi wants to kill someone but he doesn’t actually do it) so warning for that lol

characters: bull!ushijima, guard dog!iwaizumi,kitty!kageyama, fox!kita, puppy!akaashi, kitty!kuroo, wolf!matsukawa, puppy!atsumu+puppy!osamu, deer!yamaguchi, bull!semi

bull!ushijima x heifer!girl

you were already on the farm when bull!ushijima was brought in to be the a breeding bull for the heifers along with a second bull

bull!ushijima immediately takes a liking to you, his own instincts telling him that your soft and sweet nature will make you the perfect mother for his calfs. he doesn’t like how pushy and needy the other heifers are

the farmers accept the fact that bull!ushijima is prob only not going to be a breeding bull so they start having him do work around the farm instead, something he’s thankful for

it isn’t until your heat hits and you need a bull to breed you that he finally makes a move, because there’s no way in hell he’s letting another bull breed his heifer

the bull makes his way into your stall where you lay bare and immediately gets on his knees in between your legs to calm your need

you notice that it’s him and run your hands down his sweaty chest while begging him to please please breed me ushi please i want you so bad please please

he growls at your desperation. you sound heavenly when you beg, unlike the other heifers

ushijima pushes into you, reveling in your sweet little noises of pleasure as he starts a brutal pace, the cowbell around you neck jingling with every thrust

he leans down so that his mouth is next to your ear where he asks, “who’s heifer are you hmm? who do you belong to?”

you moan in response, ears twitching atop your head as you choke out, “yours yours, ‘m your heifer, belong to you,”

he lifts his chest back up with a, “that’s right,”before grabbing the backs of your knees and folding you into a mating press

“good girl. such a slutty little heifer, my slutty little heifer,” he growls out while watching your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts

ushijimas words are what push you over the edge , clenching down on his cock while letting out short little moos of pleasure

“we’re gonna make sure your nice and breed with my calfs, aren’t we? say it.” he grunts out, voice strained and clearly approaching his high

“go-nna be nic-e and breed with yo-ur calfs,” your voice is stuttered due to your bulls brutal thrusts and dirty words

his grip on your legs increases and he growls a deep raspy moan, that you know you’ll be having wet dreams about for days, while he pumps his cum into your pussy

ushijima leans over to place a kisses on your head and face while he rubs your ears, not removing his cock

apparently he picked up on your train of thought becuse he smiled at you softly before saying, “my cock will not leave this cunt until i know my heifer is fully breed with my seed.”

guard dog!iwaizumi x puppy!girl

your owner adopted him to keep the house safe, and he immediately thought , this puppy is to small and fragile to protect herself,i must do it, when he first saw/met you

you bask in his attention and affection, however rough it may be. your owner isn’t home a lot, that’s why they got him, so having someone around all the time to keep you company and play with you is so nice

guard dog!iwaizumi always has you pressed right up against his chest, your legs straddling his thighs, his arms wrapped around you and a hand playing with your hair/ears/tail, occasionally perking up when he hears a suspicious noise but never letting go of you

but your ears and tail are sensitive. so sensitive that you get needy when he rubs them, and no matter how many times you tell him that he still strokes them while he cuddles you. he knows exactly what he’s doing

eventually, your need for relief becomes to much and you start rocking your hips mindlessly, desperate for friction on your dripping cunt

of course he notices, being observant is his job, so he shifts you onto one of his thighs, puts his hands on your hips, and guides your grinding on his thigh

flexing the hard muscle every now and then, bouncing his leg which jolts you into his chest, forcing your hips to grind harder against his thigh, all with a lazy smile on his face, tail wagging, ears at attention, and a throbbing hard cock in his boxers

“you’re being such a good girl puppy,” he whispers and you mewl, “such a good girl, grinding so pretty on my thigh little one.”

you whine at his praise and try to move your hips faster, but his grip on them keeps them at his pace. he coos at you condescendingly, “aww is my puppy really that needy? does my puppy want my cock?” your eyes widen in delight and you rapidly nod your head, your tail wagging the fastest hes ever seen it

iwaizumi chuckles at your eagerness, “my good girl knows how i like her to be when i fuck her doesn’t she? if she really wanted my cock she would be in that position right?”

you scramble to get on your hands and knees, arching your back and pressing your face into the pillows just the way he likes, tail still wagging endlessly

he comes up behind you, caressing your hips and ass with his rough hands before landing a sharp spank onto your butt. he laughs at your little yelp before praising you, “that’s a good girl, you know just how i like you, so obedient.”

you whine again, arching your back even more to try and entice him, and he obliges you, pressing his cock into tour pussy inch by delicious inch, “luckily for me, my good girl also knows how fast i like to go.”

kitty!kageyama x kitty!girl

you were adopted by kitty!kageyamas owner because they noticed that he seemed lonely and sad. so they decided to get you as his companion

it took about a month for you to adjust to each other, but after that you were inseparable. you eat together, play together, sleep together, it’s like you’re glued at the hip! he absolutely adores you and would do anything for you

one day, you’re taking your daily nap with him. you being the little spoon, upon kageyamas request. and you’re awoken by him rutting his hips into your back, right by your tail and butt, with strong purrs coming from his chest

you call his name to try and ask him what he’s doing, but are given no response. you turn your head to look at his and see his eyes shut and face scrunched up in pleasure

you realize that he must be having a wet dream, and you don’t want to wake him, but the friction on your sensitive tail and the vibrations of his purring are doing more for you than you would think

you start to rut your hips back to meet kageyamas. his arm wraps tighter around your waist which pulls you even closer to him, you can now hear and feel his purrs directly on your sensitive ears and you mewl

he seems to respond to your noises because he begins going faster, butting his face in your hair to take in your scent

you can feel your high approaching with every second of contestant stimulation on your most sensitive parts. your back arches and you move a hand back to stroke his own hair and ears

this pulls a grunt from kageyama, his hips now at a sloppy mismatched pace as he continues to chance his release. the hands on your waist tighten and he groans right into your ear signaling his orgasm which triggers your own

your panting as you come down from your high and you can feel the wetness of kageyamas boxers pressing up against your tail, making you shiver

the kitty himself blinks his eyes open, taking notice of his and your breathless state and the wet patch on the front of his underwear. his eyes widen and he opens his mouth to apologize but he is cut off by you turning to face him.

he can feel your purrs as you look at him with begging, lust filled eyes when you ask, “can you cum inside me next time please?”

and kitty!kageyama feels his cock start to swell again

fox!kita x bunny!girl

you met fox!kita in the forest because a different animal was trying to hurt you and he stepped in to protect you

he thinks your just the cutest thing with your little cotton tail and floppy long ears

he takes you back to his den, or should he say our den, and gives you some bunny friendly things to eat, which bloomed the start of your relationship

your personalities work well together! he’s calm, collected, and cunning, and you’re bouncy, bubbly, and bashful, a beautiful combination if you ask him. there is one trait of yours that fox!kita just can’t seem to keep up with though

you have an insanely high sex drive and libido. if kita asked for sex at any second of the day you would be wet and ready for him within the next 5 minutes

and just one or two orgasms is never enough for you, but he never ever wants to leave you unsatisfied.

so the solution is you riding him to your hearts content and not stopping until your need is subdued. no matter how overstimulated he gets or how many times he cums, he always reassured you that he’s ok and to keep going

that’s the exact position your in right now, bouncing on kitas cock until you can’t anymore, little cotton tail wiggling time he hits your g-spot

the foxes ears are pressed into his head. he’s panting, drooling, and his eyes are crossed and rolled back. but he keeps his hands on your hips to let you know that he’s ok

mumbling out, “such a good bunny, doing so good, m’ so prouda ya,” every now and then when he catches a good breath

you keen at the praise, bouncing even faster as you chase your next high, lord knows how many you’ve had at this point

the wet sounds produced when you land on kitas lap from the puddle of juices and cum turns you on to no end

the man below you panting and squeezing your hips even harder as your cunt clenches around his overly sensitive cock, signaling your orgasm

you slump down onto his chest and bury your face in his neck, he strokes your hair and asks, “do ya feel better now bunny? are ya good to go?”

you shift your hips from side to side before replying, “i think i need one more.”

and all fox!kita does is smile while placing his hands back on your hips with the words, “then get one more bunny”

puppy!akaashi x puppy!girl

you were a stray that his owner found ontheir walk home, and immediately took you in. they knew it wouldn’t be a problem with their puppy because of how sweet and caring he is to other dogs

they introduced you to him and proved to be right in there suspicions. puppy!akaashi adores you to no end

akaashi shows you the ropes of home life, showing you where you eat food and where the snacks are, offering you his favorite toys, and curling up with you when you have nightmares

he dotes know you to no end. he saw how sad and broken you looked when his owner brought you home, and he knew he had to love that sadness right out of you. and oh boy does he

constantly petting your head and ears, tail wagging the entire time and going even faster when yours wags too

caring for you makes him happy, and it makes him even happier to know that he makes you happy with his love and care

getting to take care of you when your needy is only a bonus

akaashi has reassured you time and time again that you coming to him for help is never ever a bother, including when your needy

so when you crawl into his lap while he’s watching tv, that you owner puts on for him, and grind your hips against his crotch, he knows exactly what you need. and he’s all too exited to help you

he lays you on your shared bed after stripping of your and his clothes, tail going a mile a minute, he gently parts your legs to fit his body i between them, and preps your with his fingers while whispering about what a good girl you are for asking for his help

once you’re stretched enough, akaashi pushes into your cunt slowly, pausing with every new inch to slightly rock his hips back and forth to let you adjust. he peppers kisses all over your face and neck, basking in your smiley giggle and the blush on your cheeks.

he can feel your tail wagging once he increases his pace. he rubs your clit and sucks on your neck while he pleases you. purposely keeping his floppy ears next to your mouth to hear every one of your beautiful sounds

akaashi can hear your moans get higher and your panting more aggressive, so he speeds up his hips and adds sweet words of praise

“you’re so pretty puppy, so so pretty,” he lets out his own moan when you clench down on his cock in response to his words, “i’m so proud of your for asking for help puppy, you’re so good for me.”

his words turned strained as you moan and clamp down him, your cum leaving a white ring around his cock, to which he smiles, “did that feel good darling? do you want to do it again?”

kitty!kuroo x kitty!girl

on your owners nightly stroll, they paused to pet stray kitty!kuroo thinking nothing of it, but he ended up following them home and your owner, being the caring person they are, decided that he could stay

kitty!kuroo decides that teasing you is the most entertaining thing in the world. he’s constantly yanking your tail, flicking your ears, and stealing your toys

you’ve had it up to here with him, so today when he teased you, you bit back. literally

as his hand moved to steal your toy, you hiss at him as a warning. he only smirks and continues to reach for it.

when his hand is about two i chest from your face and toy you lunge at him and sink your canines into his palm

kuroos smirk falls and his eyes widen, yelping at the sting in his hand and staring at the teeth marks left on either side of his hand. you smile triumphantly and go back to batting at your precious toy. he’s just trying to show you that he likes you, but now realizes that his affections weren’t received the way he intended. and he hatches a plan to make it up to you

he waits until you fall asleep to creep back up to you and lay on your bed. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you into his chest, he melts at the way you snuggle into him

he begins to play with your ears and tail while he kisses your neck, trying to wake you up in the best way possible. as you open your eyes you notice him and tense a bit, thinking this was another mean trick. he leans back while stroking your face and asks, “i want to make up for my teasing, will you let me please?”

you nod your head, the tingling sensation from him stroking your tail and ears becoming a deep need. he smiles a genuine smile, that you like a lot more then his smirk, and removes his clothes which prompts you to remove yours.

he sits and places you in between his legs with your back to his chest. he mumbles, “gonna make you feel so good,” right as you feel his finger at your entrance. he pushes his pointer finger in, and slowly began adding more fingers until he was at three. his free hand alternating between rubbing your tail, ears, and clit as his fingers abused all of your sweet spots.

“like you so much kitty,” he mumbles into you ear, “so much, ‘m sorry i didn’t show it the right way. gonna make you feel so good to make up for it”

you try to mumble a little, it’s ok, but his free hand began rubbing on your clit right as he bit down on your ear, forcing you into a mind numbing orgasm that was prolonged by his hips grinding against the base of your tail.

“good kitty, now how about i apologize with my tongue too?”

wolf!matsukawa x lamb!girl

you belong to a heard of sheep on a farm, and have seen him in the woods past the fence quite a few times

one day he came up to the fence, really stalker like, and your bimbo ass just thought he wanted to be friends. so you trotted your happy self right up to him, leaned on the fence and said hi with your little tail wagging

and with a blank face he just reached over the fence, picked you up, tossed you over his shoulder, and walked into the woods with you

“where are we going?” you asked after about 2 minutes of silence. you felt his hand rub the skin where your thighs meet your ass in soft strokes and linger on your upper inner thigh

“i’m talking you to my den. it’s almost dinner time and i’m fucking famished,” was all he offered in response. and you didn’t pick up on the dark undertone laced in his words

in your stupid little head you think that he just wants to have dinner with you. so your little tail wiggles in delight, exited to have made a friend. and you reply, “okie dokie!” and start tracing shapes onto his muscles back to pass the time

wolf!matsukawa shivers at your touch, and again the real reason why goes right over your head. “if you’re cold why don’t you wear a shirt?” you ask him

“i’m not cold little lamb. don’t you worry about me, alright?” phrased as a question but said as a statement, leaving no room for argument. you chirp out a little ok! in response as he continues walking

once you arrive at a cave deep in the forest, he sets you down on what looks and feels like a pile of fur and feathers. he walks around, doing random things that you assume are related to dinner. your eyes leave him and look around the cave, so you don’t notice him approaching you until he’s pushing you onto your back and pulling your legs apart

you squeak at the sudden movement and make a noise of protest when he rips your dress off. he removes his own pants and crawls on top of you, biting and sucking on your cute little neck. your eyes widen and you subconsciously buck up your hips to relieve the tension, making him chuckle. he pulls back and looks at you with emotions in his eyes that you don’t like. “i-i thought you were hungry! don’t you want to eat your dinner?” you rush out

he coos at you, wrapping one hand around your throat and using the other to cup your pussy, “aww sweet dumb little lamb,” he pushes on your neck slightly, letting go with that hand as he straightens his back, two fingers from the hand cupping your pussy enter your hole before pulling back out. he groans at how wet they are and sucks them into his mouth, savoring your taste and never breaking eye contact with you

his gaze drops to your drooling cunt, he licks his lips before he finishes his sentence, “i’m looking at it. “

puppy!atsumu + puppy!osamu x puppy!girl

you’ve always been a very social puppy, and you owner was getting the feeling that you were very lonely whenever they left. they guessed the trips to the dog park to play with the other puppies just weren’t cutting it anymore. so they went to the nearest shelter to adopt a friend for you

you were ecstatic when your owner came back home with two, TWO, new friends for you!! friends that will be here all the time!! your tail wouldn’t stop wagging as you thanked your owner quickly and dashed over to meet them

the twins love you. they’ve sworn to protect you no matter what the cost. and even if they fight with each other over your affection sometimes, they both know that you come first and foremost

despite gaining two new friends that were with you all the time, you were very happy to learn that the trips to the dog park weren’t going to stop. today you sat in front of the door like a good girl waiting for your owner to put your leash on you and the twins so that you could go to the dog park

once you arrived, you dashed off to meet your dog park friends, your boys chasing after you. you had a blast playing with your friends and introducing them to the twins, you were having to much fun, that you didn’t notice their sour moods

why were you giggling at something that other puppy said? why were you smiling at him like that? don’t they make you laugh and smile? why are you flirting with other puppies when you have them?

it seems as though they have mistaken your kind and bubbly nature for flirting. but they don’t know that, and you don’t know that. at least not until you get home. your owner drops the three of you off, saying they’re going out with friends and they expect you to be on your best behavior. you smile and nod waving them goodbye before trotting off to go find the twins to play with them

once you found them, you brought them your favorite toys and smiled, your adorable way of asking to play, but they didn’t even look at you. the wagging of your tail slows. growing slightly disheartened, you crawl into osamus lap and nudge the toy at him again, to which he lifts you off and sets you back on the floor

your eyes grow teary and your tail halts completely. your gaze switches between both of them. and in a small voice you ask, “you..you don’t want to play with me? please play with me..”

“why don’t ya ask those mutts ya were whorin yerself out to to play with ya,” atsumu shoots back, turning to give you a glare that falters when he sees your teary face

“who-whoring? i wasn’t whoring i-i was just being nice…they’re my friends…” your voice cracks on the word whoring, and some tears escape your eyes

both of their eyes widen as they take in your sad expression and guilt sinks into their chests. atsumu reaches for you but you shuffle back slightly, tucking your tail between your legs and ears pressing into your head. they can almost feel their hearts breaking. this is the first time they’ve seen you cry, and they never want to see it again. it adds insult to injury that it’s because of them

“hey..hey it’s okay,” osamu is who reaches for you this time, you tense but don’t move away so he picks you up and plops you in his lap. he begins to kiss away your tears and scratch your back while atsumu says comforting words and scratches your head, “we overreacted pumpkin, we’re sorry, so sorry puppy.”

osamus free hand travels in between your legs to lightly stroke your thighs, and your tail begins to wag again. it’s osamu who speaks this time, “why don’t we make it up to you?”

deer!yamaguchi x deer!girl

you met deer!yamaguchi in the forest when you were both foraging for berries and he swears that he fell in love with you when you complimented his freckles

ever since then, you’ve been inseparable. so in love that you don’t like to be apart for longer than an hour

one day your sitting with your head in his lap on the river bank, admiring the flowing water and calm atmosphere as he picks flowers to weave into your hair

you hear people coming and immediately snap to attention, eyes darting all over to find the creator of the sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs

your eyes land on a group of three bucks, if you could even call them that. their antlers were tiny and they looked weak. while you thought nothing of them, your lover tensed up. your eyes land on his face to find him already staring at you, eyes pleading for something you don’t know. just as you open your mouth to speak, an annoying voice cuts you off

“well, well, if it isn’t the little fawn,” the one in the middle sneers, and yamaguchi lets out a shaky sigh. your eyebrows furrow at you lovers tense nature and you sit up just as the intruder continues, “i see you’ve still got your baby spots! haha!”

at the deers insult you whip around and glare at the group. their eyes widen at your sudden movement before they decompose themselves. and now laugh at you, big mistake

“oh what are you gonna do? huh? yeah that’s what i thought, your just as pathetic as the little fawn!” as he turns to his friends to receive validation, he doesn’t notice yamaguchi gently move you off of him and stand up. your lover does a little jump to hype himself up before charging at the one who insulted you head first, his impressive antlers will surely leave bruises and welts on the bucks skin

yamaguchi huffs, glaring down at the poor excuse of a buck before saying, “you can insult me all you want, but you will never, ever insult my doe. is that clear?” the fallen bully scrambles up to try and save his dignity before he and his friends dash into the forest

your lover turns back to you with a pale face, “that was terrifying, he could’ve kicked my ass,” he states while slowly walking to you. you smile big before closing the rest of the distance by leaping into his arms and peppering kisses all over his face.

“that was so sexy yama! you didn’t have to do that for me!” he laughs a little, securing your legs around his waist and letting you kiss everywhere you could reach. despite his display of dominance, you know his bully’s words hit his insecurities, so you pepper kisses all the way to his ear where you say

“why don’t i show you just how much i love you?”

bull!semi x heifer!reader

you were brought to the farm bull!semi was on as a rescue. your previous farmer didn’t take proper care of you and hit you when he got mad

you were so scared of everything. every little noise made you flinch, you would jump away whenever anyone brushed against you. you were very skittish around everyone. well, almost everyone

semi didn’t really understand why you felt safe around him, but he wasn’t complaining. he reveled in your touch whenever you would cling to his side or bury your face into his chest. he loves how when he puts his arms around you, you sigh in relief and he can feel the tension leaving your body. the day someone scares you on purpose, everyone knows there will be actual bloodshead

there is another bull who is so insistent with trying to get with you. it’s fucking annoying, as semi would say. to you it’s scary and nerve racking. you show obvious discomfort when you’re with him and step away every time he steps closer, there’s no way that bull can’t tell that he’s scaring you, and that alone is enough to make semi want to bash his head in

it all comes to a head when the bull corners you, in your. own. stall. semi sees red, he’s so angry he thinks he could crush metal. how dare that motherfucker corner you in your safe place, in your private space that’s supposed to be relaxing. semi swears he’s gonna have to build you a new stall himself because this ones gonna be to dirty for you to live in once he’s done with that pathetic waste of oxygen

you’re shaking behind semi, not because of his anger but because of how the other bull tried to touch you. semi is panting, chest angrily rising and falling as he stares the bull down. this motherfucker had the audacity to look at semi as if he interrupted a big romantic moment, and semis damn near vibrating in rage. semi turns around and gently carries and sets you outside the stall door, with a kiss on the head, an order to plug your ears, and a promise that he’ll be back in a minute. you do as told, and it’s only a few moments until semi returns, knuckles suspiciously bloody, but you’re not going to ask

semi lifts you by the waist and wraps your legs around his own, wrapping one arm around your waist and another under you thighs. allowing you to bury your head in his neck as he takes you to his own stall where you will reside from now on

a month after that incident, the bull has been relocated and you have been sleeping much better knowing that semis there. you’re more social now and it irritates semi how many bulls think they have a chance with you

not when all of your nights are spend speared on semis cock while he pounds into you and marks all over your neck, breasts, and thighs. kissing every inch of skin he can reach to claim you as his own and telling you exactly who you belong to

“you’re mine. my pretty heifer, none of those other bulls can have my baby.”

and who are you to tell him otherwise when he’s not only the love of your life but also your protector

a/n: whew! i actually really like this idea! i may do another part if i find the inspiration! i added some boys that we don’t have a ton of content for as well! i hope you enjoyed !!

i’m thinking of writing a full fic for wolf!matsukawa x bimbo!lamb reader and once for bull!semi x heifer!reader based on their parts so lmk if you would like that !! -eden<3

update: there is now a part 2

and a full fic based on the headcanons of wolf!matsukawa + bimbo lamb!girl reader

[dadbodosamu]

what’s my name? [daddy] || part 3

Stepdad Miya Osamu x Cis!Fem Reader x Miya Atsumu

WARNINGS: pseudoincest (stepdad and uncle), threesome, daddy kink, creampie, cum eating, lowkey miyacest but not really, anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), double penetration, painal, anal fingering, light degradation, dacryphilia, rimming (kinda), UNREALISTIC AND UNSANITARY SEX DON’T DO THIS

2.8k words

part one || part two || part three

“How’d’ya like the show, Tsumu?” Osamu asks.

Your head jerks around to see Atsumu standing across the room, palming his cock through grey sweatpants.

“Oh, it was great,” Atsumu says. “Liked that part at the beginning. Something about taking us both at the same time?”

“U-uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim, still sitting on Osamu’s softening cock.

“What is it, doll? Tell Uncle Tsumu what ya want,” Atsumu says, coming up behind you. His hands run down your sides and back up your shirt, cupping your breasts.

“Want Uncle Tsumu to fuck me,” you breathe, bucking your hips as he pinches your nipples. Osamu hisses from the overstimulation under you.

“Yeah? Ya want this?” Atsumu asks, moving one hand to grab his bulge. You nod.

“Want you to fill me up, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say, rolling your hips. Osamu’s cock twitches deep inside you, beginning to harden again.

“Want me to cum inside yer ass while Samu fucks yer cute, little cunt? Ya said ya would take both of us, doll,” Atsumu says, twisting your nipple. You moan lightly and grab Atsumu’s forearm.

“Wanna be full,” you moan as Osamu bounces you lightly on his fully hard cock.

“Is daddy not enough for ya, doll?” Atsumu asks, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“Tsumu,” Osamu growls, squeezing your hips tighter.

“Daddy fills me up so well,” you say, running your hands down Osamu’s muscular chest. Osamu thrusts into you hard, pulling a broken moan from your lips.

“Stop hoggin’ her,” Atsumu says, pulling you up and off of Osamu’s cock. You let out a gasp at the sudden emptiness. Osamu’s cum pours out of you, running down your thighs and your eyes burn.

“Daddy!” You cry, reaching out for him.

“She’s not a fuckin’ toy, Atsumu,” Osamu sneers. Atsumu rolls his eyes as he carries you to his room.

“Are ya comin’ or not? How are we both supposed to fuck her on the couch?” Atsumu calls.

“Damn it, Atsumu,” Osamu swears, tucking his wet cock into his pants and following.

“Feel empty,” you pout. Atsumu lays you on his plush mattress gently.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna fill ya up real nice,” Atsumu says. He spreads your legs wide before pushing them up to your chest, revealing your messy cunt. Osamu’s cum oozes out of you, running down to Atsumu’s sheets.

“Daddy,” you whine as Osamu appears next to Atsumu.

“What is it, baby girl? Tell daddy and Uncle Tsumu what you want,” Osamu says. Atsumu catches the cum leaking out of you and slowly pushes it back in. You let out a small moan.

“I think I want her sloppy cunt, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, sliding two fingers in you.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you moan as he scissors his fingers, needlessly stretching you out.

“Why don’t ya prep her ass, then?” Osamu suggests, pulling his shirt off. “Bet her little hole is so tight. Ya got lube, Tsumu?”

“Middle drawer,” Atsumu says, pointing at his nightstand. “Bet I won’t need it. She’s so fuckin’ wet, she’s makin’ a spot on the sheets.”

Atsumu pulls his fingers out with a lewd, squelching sound and presses one finger against your tight asshole.

“Ts-Tsumu,” you choke as he slowly pushes his pointer finger in. “H-hurts so good.”

“She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Atsumu grunts. “She’s suckin’ my finger in like a slut.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” Osamu says, squeezing your thigh as he hands Atsumu the lube. “Lube. Now.”

“I think she likes the pain,” Atsumu says. “Is that right, doll? You like it when it hurts.”

You nod. The burn only makes everything feel so much more sensitive, and before long you’re fucking yourself on to Atsumu’s finger, begging for more.

“More, want more, Uncle Tsumu,” you whine, grinding your hips down, trying to get more friction. The burning is all but gone and you find yourself missing it.

“Do ya want the lube, baby doll?” Atsumu asks. You shake your head.

“Wanna feel you,” you say.

“Are ya sure, baby? I don’t want you to hurt too bad,” Osamu says.

“Wan’ it to hurt,” you moan. “Feels so good.”

Atsumu breathes deeply before slowly adding another long, thick finger. You let out a high-pitched moan, fisting Atsumu’s white sheets tightly.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Atsumu groans. “Almost wanna fuck her just like this.”

You clench around his fingers at the thought of him taking you with barely any prep. Your virgin hole stretching around his cock, with only Osamu’s cum and his own precum as lube. You moan as Atsumu scissors his fingers, stretching you out.

“Ah, she likes that,” Atsumu says. “Ya wanna take my cock just like this? Feel it for days, doll, ya wouldn’t be able t’ sit without feelin’ me.”

“Wanna be full,” you whine. You moan as Atsumu roughly twists his fingers deep inside you.

“Samu, why didn’t ya tell me yer little girl was such a pain slut? Look at her, practically beggin’ me t’ fuck her dry,” Atsumu sneers. He adds a third finger suddenly. The new stretch knocks the breath out of you, your back arches off the bed and you gasp as Atsumu quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Hurts,” you moan. Your eyes roll back as Atsumu gathers spit in his mouth and spits directly into your hole.

“Aw, the little baby can’t take it, huh?” Atsumu coos, using his spit as lube.

“Do ya need lube, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, staring down at you worriedly.

“She can take it,” Atsumu says, fingers not slowing down. “Look at her, practically fuckin’ herself on my fingers.”

Your hips were meeting his fingers with every thrust. The stretch was burning all the way to your core and your juices were mixing with Atsumu’s spit, lubing his fingers in the process.

“She likes it so much, she’s creamin’ around nothin’,” Atsumu says. “Rub her clit, Samu.”

Osamu rubs his fingers through your wet folds before rubbing figure-8s over your clit.

“Oh!” You gasp, back arching. “More, more, please!”

Atsumu leans down and licks over your hole boldly before adding a fourth finger.

“What a slut, taking four fingers with no lube,” Atsumu sneered. “Bet ya could take my whole fist, isn’t that right, doll?”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. “Shut the fuck up before I end this.”

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whine, walls clenching around nothing. “Wanna cum!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Osamu says. “Cum for daddy and Uncle Tsumu.”

You cum with a loud cry. Neither twin slows down, milking every last second of your orgasm. Your thighs twitch with overstimulation.

“I think she’s ready,” Atsumu says, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the empty feeling.

“Fuck me, please, I want it so bad, daddy, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg.

“You heard the princess,” Atsumu says. “How do ya want to do this?”

“Want daddy to hold me,” you say.

“I’ll be on bottom, then,” Osamu says. He leans against Atsumu’s headboard and pulls you on top of him, legs splayed out over his thighs. “Ya gonna be a good girl and take us both?”

You nod as you lift your hips. Osamu drags his cock along your slit. You moan as his cock catches your hole.

“Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips. “Please, I want you in me.”

Osamu lines his cock up with your hole, “Go on, sweetheart, take what you want.” You slowly sink down with a low moan.

“So good,” you breathe. “So deep in me.”

“Ya ready for me, princess?” Atsumu asks. His bare chest is warm against your back and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass.

“Please,” you say, arching your back slightly. “Wreck me, Uncle Tsumu. Make me hurt.”

“Fuck, yer sayin’ just what I want t’ hear, princess,” Atsumu groans. The fat head of his cock presses against the rim of your asshole. “Ya want it t’ hurt, huh? What’s the matter, daddy doesn’t give it to ya hard enough?”

“Yer a dick, Tsumu,” Osamu snaps.

Atsumu ignores Osamu as he pushes the head of his cock past your rim. You gasp and jerk forward unintentionally. Atsumu clamps down on your hips with an iron grip.

“Nah, princess, ya said ya wanted it t’ hurt,” Atsumu says. “I’m only givin’ ya what ya wanted.”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. You shake your head as tears burn at your eyes.

“More,” you grunt. “Hurts good.” You were more stretched than you’d ever been and Atsumu was barely in. Any pain you would’ve felt was washed away by the excitement of having both twins seated deep in you. You could already see the way your lower tummy would bulge once they were both balls deep. A shiver of excitement ran up your spine.

“Daddy’s so soft with me,” you say, slightly pushing back on Atsumu’s cock. “Want someone to fuck me until I’m broken.”

“Oh, I’m about to fuck ya until yer dumb, princess,” Atsumu says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Daddy’s gonna remember that, little girl,” Osamu whispers in your ear. Your walls clench around him at the thought of punishment.

“Might wanna hold her still,” Atsumu says, slowly sliding out. His grip on your hips hasn’t loosened and Osamu wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly to his chest. Atsumu leans down and presses a small kiss right below your ear.

“Still want it t’ hurt?” He asks, lips brushing against your earlobe. Before you can say anything, Atsumu’s cock is buried in your ass in one, quick movement. You lurch forward, trying desperately to escape the painful stretch. There’s no relief in the motion since you’re caged in by identical iron grips.

You let out a squeak of pain as tears cascade down your cheeks.

“So pretty when ya cry, princess,” Atsumu says, turning your head to the side. “I thought ya wanted it t’ hurt?”

You swallow a sob before you can reply. “S-so full, Uncle Tsumu. Gonna tear in half.”

“She’s fuckin’ chokin’ my cock,” Osamu moans. “She liked it. Her walls are just milkin’ me.”

“I told ya, ya had a little pain slut on yer hands,” Atsumu says. “She’s clenchin’ me so tight I can’t pull out.”

“Let her adjust a little, Tsumu,” Osamu says, “she’s already cryin’ like a little baby.”

“‘m not!” You protest, burying your face in Osamu’s chest.

“Oh, princess, ya shouldn’t’a said that…” Atsumu says. His hands tighten on your hips. “‘Cause if yer not cryin’, well then, I’m just not goin’ hard enough, am I?”

You hiss when Atsumu pulls out of you slowly.

“No, no, ‘m sorry, Uncle Tsumu!” You cry. “I’m crying!”

“It’s okay, sweetie, daddy’s got you,” Osamu says, holding you tightly.

Atsumu slams into you with a near thunderous clap . Your back arches as you dig your nails into Osamu’s stomach and you let out a loud yelp.

“Ts-Tsumu!” You cry as he pounds your ass relentlessly. The intense pain brings more tears to your eyes. Atsumu reaches around and roughly grabs one of your bouncing breasts.

“What’s the matter, princess? Too hard for you?” Atsumu grunts, rolling your nipple between his pointer and middle fingers. You moan loudly.

“Hurts!” You exclaim. “So good!” A sob wracks through your body. Atsumu moans as you tighten around him.

“What a pain slut,” Atsumu says. You nod as you cry. Osamu gently thumbed your tears away, pulling you down for a soft kiss.

“Yer such a good girl, takin’ us both,” Osamu whispers.

“Move, daddy, please,” you beg. Atsumu’s hard thrusts were pushing Osamu’s cock deeper in you but you needed more.

Osamu’s hands wrapped around your sides as he lifts you slightly off his cock. You whimper as Atsumu’s cock abuses you at a different angle. Osamu’s slow, deep thrusts were just enough to cancel the persistent pain caused by Atsumu’s hard and fast ones. You threw your head back in ecstasy as the twins fell into a brutal rhythm.

“Daddy,” you moan, hands running up Osamu’s thick chest. Atsumu grunts and twists your nipple. “Tsumu, ‘m so full.”

Your hand drifts down your own abdomen, tracing around the bulge where Osamu was seated deep in you. You moan before letting your fingers drift a little more until they reach your clit.

“Gonna cum,” you whimper as you rub the sensitive nub. Your legs twitch from all the stimulation.

“Go ‘head, baby, cum for daddy,” Osamu says.

Atsumu knocks your hand away, placing his own fingers over your clit, rubbing vicious circles around it. You moan loudly.

“Cum for me , princess,” Atsumu says. “Right. Now.”

You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach finally snaps. You gush around Osamu’s cock, walls squeezing around him as he moans.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, yer milkin’ my cock, sweetheart,” Osamu moans. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep inside you.

“Fill me up, daddy, please,” you moan, bouncing on his cock. “Want your cum in me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill up yer slutty, little cunt?” Osamu asks. You nod. “Come ‘ere, sweetheart.” Osamu pulls you into a breathtaking kiss as he pumps you full of his seed.

“That’s enough o’ that,” Atsumu says. He pulls you up off of Osamu and into his chest. He easily manipulates your body until you’re face down in his mattress and your ass is up in the air. “Gonna fuck ya real well now, princess.”

“Fill me up, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg, arching your back. “Cum in me.”

“Fuck,” he swears. “Wanna cum in that sweet cunt o’ yers.”

“Please, please,” you moan as he continues to fuck your ass. “Want you to cum in my cunt.”

Atsumu looks at Osamu with the question written on his face.

“Go ahead, fill ‘er up, Tsumu,” Osamu says.

Atsumu pulls completely out, leaving your knees weak. He wraps one strong arm around you and plunges into your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Atsumu swears. “So tight, even after Samu’s filled ya up twice.”

“Fill me up, Uncle Tsumu,” you moan. “Cum in my tight, little pussy, please!”

“Whatever ya want, princess,” Atsumu moans. His hips stutter as you clench around him. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so good. You gonna cum for me again, princess?”

You nod as you reach down to play with your clit. “Want your cum in me, Uncle Tsumu,” you say.

“As soon as you- fuck!- as soon as you cum around my cock,” Atsumu says. “Want you gushing around me, milking my cock, princess.”

“So close, Uncle Tsumu,” you breathe. “Need more.”

Atsumu pulls out, flipping you over, before pounding back into you. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you into his chest. You moan loudly as he hits that spongy, little spot inside you head on.

“Cum on my cock, princess,” he whispers in your ear as you wrap your legs around him. You nod as he fucks you deeper than before.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You drag your nails down his skin as you cum hard, juices gushing, mixing with Osamu’s cum. “Please, fill me up, Uncle Tsumu! I need it, I need your cum in me!”

“Fuck,” Atsumu grunts as his cock twitches deep inside you. You roll your hips and your walls flutter around him as he paints them white.

“So, full,” you breathe as Atsumu fucks you through his orgasm. Your walls milk him until he hisses from overstimulation.

“Fuck, yer such a good girl, princess,” Atsumu says, laying you down next to Osamu.

You frown as you feel cum leaking down your thighs.

“It’s leaking,” you whine. “Wanna be full.”

Atsumu spreads your legs wide and leans down, licking a broad stripe up your messy slit. You gasp as his tongue pushes his cum back inside of you.

“Just gonna clean ya up, princess,” Atsumu whispers, pushing your legs up to your chest.

You clench around nothing, pushing his and Osamu’s loads out of your cunt. Atsumu licks it up with a low slurping noise.

“Come on, give me more, princess,” he says. He uses his thumb to rub circles over your clit. Your walls spasm from overstimulation.

“Tsumu!” You cry as you cum. Your juices squirt out, drenching his face.

“That’s my princess,” he praises, licking his lips. Atsumu wipes his face off before climbing up his bed to lay on your other side. “Come here, princess.”

You twist out of Osamu’s arms to face Atsumu. He grabs your chin gently and pulls you into a slow, soft kiss.

“I love ya, princess,” Atsumu mumbles, cupping your cheek. Your cheeks burn.

“I love you, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say. Osamu’s arms tighten around you. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Osamu says. You yawn cutely and snuggle into the soft sheets below you. Atsumu yawns and tosses an arm around your waist.

“Next time, I get her cunt,” Atsumu says, closing his eyes.

“You’ll get what I give you, dumbass,” Osamu says.

“Bastard.”

“Bitch.”

You smile as the sound of the twins arguing fades as you fall asleep.

Next time…

[seita]

― you’ve faked an orgasm. ˒ oikawa, atsumu, + sakusa.

genre: angst (?), fluff, suggestive

tags: cunniligus, mating press, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk

request: hello! can i request oikawa, atsumu and sakusa where they realize you faked an orgasm with them?

note: this is kind of more,,,,reassurance and soft??? idk what you intended the req to be but,,,,hopefully this was it.

⤿ requests currently closed.

― tooru oikawa.

≻ he will be......hurt ≻ like he’ll wanna talk about it ≻ he’ll feel kind of???? ≻ embarrassed ig ≻ that you had to fake it ≻ pls talk to him and tell him what’s goin on ≻ he’ll ask why you didn’t tell him u weren’t feelin it ≻ like he’s always down to help u ≻ he never wants you to go unsatisfied !! ≻ he’ll ask you if you want him to make u cum ≻ he’s more than willing to take the extra time to do it ≻ it’s what u deserve ≻ also it’ll help soothe his humiliation

+

ever confident in his oral skills, he eagerly spreads your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy, dripping white with his cum. he does mind it, sliding his tongue up your slit to collect your mixed juices. he hums, eagerly swallowing it down before spreading your folds to zero in on your hard little clit.

the second his lips wrap around the little bud, your back arches. his tongue circles and flicks before he pulls away, letting the suction go with a loud pop. the sound brings heat to your face, as it always does.

he eats pussy like a mad man, not caring how much of a mess you make on his face. the sounds he makes as he licks your clit and fucks your spasming hole with his tongue are downright obscene. still, you obediently hold your legs open, letting him work you towards your orgasm.

you’re stuck in your head, overthinking and feel yourself struggling to get there. your eyes focus on your boyfriends head of pretty, brown hair, reaching down to run your fingers through the thick locks.

he hums appreciatively, eyes flicking up to see your brows furrowed and a little frown on your face.

he pulls away, panting for a second. you watch his throat move as he swallows before speaking, “hey, just relax. let me make this pretty pussy cum, hm?”

you whimper at his words and he grins as your cunt clenches in response. he slides his tongue over your clit again, laying a wet kiss on the bud,

“you can cum for me whenever you want, babygirl,” he whispers, circling his thumb over your clit, laying his cheek on your thigh to watch the way your cunt gushes more of his cum out, “such a mess you’re making. am i making your little cunt feel good?”

you nod, still clutching at his hair, “tooru! pl-please!”

he grins, “that’s what a i like to hear, what do you need, baby?”

“y-your tongue, please,” you barely get the request out before he’s sloppily tonguing your clit again.

spit and cum make a mess all over the both of you. he doesn’t let his eyes leave you as he watches your body freeze, tightening up as you dangle precariously on that tantalizing edge.

he viciously wraps his lips around the bud and sucks, finally catapulting you over. you tremble and squirm in his grasp, tugging painfully at his hair. he doesn’t mind, it’s worth it to watch you finally fall apart.

when you come down, he slithers back up your body, lower face glistening.

“next time you can’t cum,” he breathes, grinding his, once again, hard cock against you, “just tell me, okay?”

― atsumu miya.

≻ OHOHOHOBOY ≻ YOU BETTER HOPE HE DOESN’T FIND OUT ≻ BC MAN WILL N O T BE HAPPY ≻ it’s a massive blow to his ego ≻ and he’s a pretty prideful guy ≻ really prides himself on his ability to take care of you ≻ like oikawa, he’ll wonder why you didn’t just,,,,tell him you couldn’t get off??? ≻ like “babe, i woulda helped ya, you know that.” ≻ will feel pretty hurt over it, might even get a little mad that you couldn’t just tell him and instead chose to fake it ≻ won’t let you out of his sight without making cum for real ≻ might even fuck around and make you cum a few times just to prove to himself he actually can do it ≻ pls he’s a bit insecure and needs to fix his bruised ego lmao

+

his fingers are buried inside you before you can even think twice. it wasn’t that you weren’t feeling good, it just wasn’t quite enough to send you over the edge in time.

he doesn’t care that his hand is getting covered in his own cum. he can clean it up later. it aides in the slick movements he makes to fuck the tips of his fingers perfectly against your g-spot, the stimulation immediately making you cry out.

it feels like it’s too much and you reach out to grasp at him. you pull at his arm, claw at his back, and fist his hair. he doesn’t mind, lets you cling to  him all you need as he brings his other hand down to press against your lower stomach.

you squeal and your legs kick as the move makes it even easier for him to abuse that sweet little spot on your upper wall. he thumbs as your clit, brows furrowed as his eyes are locked on your cunt.

his gaze is dark, anger still swirling within them.

“you better cum for me,” he orders low, bicep flexing as he fucks your gushing cunt. you sob, tears stinging your eyes at the overwhelming feelings. soft pleas fall from your lips, to let you rest, to slow down, that it’s too much. but he heeds none of them, “quiet, i know what ya need.”

you whine and resort to clawing at the bed, not wanting to leave visible marks on your boyfriend. he’s breathing heavily, his arm is no doubt aching but he still doesn’t stop. not until a loud shout erupts from your lips when he rolls your clit under his thumb.

“cum,” he growls, “ya better cream all over my fuckin’ hand right now.”

you heed his demand, walls clenching tight around his fingers as you finally fall over the edge. he groans as he cum, slowing his pace considerably to ease you through the high, not wanting to overstimulate you and potentially ruin your orgasm.

he removes his thumb from your clit but keeps his fingers buried inside. your walls continue to spasm around him in the orgasmic aftershocks. your chest rises and falls with the desperate breaths you take, your body trembling. he grins, happy to see the lovely mess you became. you could never replicate your orgasm to be as perfect as you were right now.

before long, he starts moving his fingers again and you look at him with wide eyes, making him grin.

“you didn’t think that was it, did ya?” he asks, “no, i’m gonna make sure ya regret fakin’ it with me.”

― kiyooma sakusa.

≻ he’ll immediately know ≻ he pays insanely close attention to you ≻ he literally knows every detail about you ≻ including the way you act and feel when you cum ≻ won’t even hesitate in calling it out ≻ you’ll have to explain it to him bc he’s not letting you go anywhere until u tell him what happened ≻ after that, he’ll just roll his eyes and be like ≻ “you should have just told me,” and then he’ll go on his way about makin you cum properly ≻ don’t test him. ≻ u can’t trick him

+

he folds you you into a press, your knees pinned to your chest as he resumes fucking you. you’re lucky he hadn’t cum because he immediately knew you faked it. the time taken to talk to you had made his nearing orgasm wane.

he angles his hips properly, brows furrowed as he watches your cunt swallow his cock. every time he pulls out, he’s covered in your juices and the sight makes him groan.

“yoomi,” you whimper in that oh so pretty way you always do when you feel good.

he fights back a smile, bringing his thumb to his lips to lick the pad before pressing it against your swollen clit. you keen immediately, attempting to arch your back but can’t because of his strength. you reach down and grip his wrist desperately, your eyes wide as you feel your high mounting.

it was insane how easily he could manipulate your body into cumming in a few short minutes if he really wanted to.

“cum,” he orders softly, immediately clenching his jaw when he feels your cunt lock up around him.

you tremble and your eyes roll back as you squeal, cumming hard on his cock as he fucks you through it until your gasping and begging for him to slow down, which he eventually does with a sigh, letting you wrap your legs around his waist again.

“see?” he grumbles, wrapping his hand around your throat before leaning down to brush his lips against yours, “that’s what you’re like when you really cum.”

© all content belongs to seita 2020. do not modify or repost.

[suhtorus]

𝚑𝚌; 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐

+ pairing. iwaizumi h. - miya o. - miya a. - oikawa t.

+ request. could you do Miya twins and Oikawa hc with ☁️ kink? Please ✨ + ☁️ hcs for iwa and osamu please??

+ warnings. sexc, +18 themes. dry humping with and without clothes, daddy kink, alcohol, a bit of praise and size kink if u squint.  

-ˏˋ 𝕚𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚

you two are cuddled up on his couch, having a movie marathon like usual

the gentle stroke of his fingers on the bare skin of your ribs sends tingles down your spine

but when he suddenly stops you tell him to continue, missing his touch already

noticing the soft sigh leaving your mouth once he starts again, he grows confident in giving you more than what you’re expecting

his fingers start traveling upwards until they reach the side of your breasts

he’s so close to one of the places where you want him that you can’t help but attach your lips to his, grinding your lower half on his lap as you push your chest against his

the rough material of his jeans contrasts against the soft one of your leggings. iwaizumi’s large hands massage your ass, pulling you closer as his tongue explores the insides of your mouth.

“hmph– hajime,” you mumble between kisses, moaning once you feel his bulge right between your folds, your clothing being the only barrier between you two.

one of his hands goes to the back of your head, holding you in place as he thrusts upwards, “can you feel how hard i am?”

you moan in response, the tent rubbing against your clit and stopping you from forming a coherent answer.

“be a good girl and rub your sweet cunt on me.”

his low voice has you clenching around nothing, wanting to feel him inside of you.

“please, haji. i need you,” you beg.

“patience, baby. only good girls get to be stuffed with a fat cock like mine, will you be good for me?” he brushes your hair away from your face, looking straight into your eyes.

“i’ll be good, daddy. i just– wanna have daddy’s cock so bad.”

iwaizumi kisses your forehead before thrusting up again, catching you off guard and making you moan loudly.

“there we go,” he coos, observing as you close your eyes in bliss, “if you keep this up, i promise i’ll reward you.”

by the end of the night you have no idea what the movie was about. only iwaizumi’s cock clouding your mind and filling your pussy.

-ˏˋ 𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

he invited you to visit his parents back in his hometown

but since they’re fixing his room because of the leaks on the ceiling, you two are staying in atsumu’s old bedroom

you’re having dinner with his parents, reminiscing osamu’s days as a volleyball player over a bottle of wine

you can’t help but imagine him playing, remembering the muscles of his arms and back and picture them flexing as he spikes a ball across the court

the alcohol has you feeling bolder than usual, daring to touch him under the table as you hold a conversation with his parents as if nothing’s wrong

your hand rests on his thigh, massaging the firm muscles underneath it

it’s not until you excuse yourselves and go to bed that you get punished for your actions

“ya gotta be quiet, doll. wouldn’t want to wake up my parents, would ya?”

you squirm beneath him, biting down your lip as his cock teases your pussy, rubbing the leaking head between your folds while his fingers rub circles on your clit.

“‘samu, s’too much,” you pant, struggling to get the words out, “i-i’m gonna cum.”

he rests his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, “cummin’ already? i haven’t even stuffed my cock inside your cute little hole.”

his words have your pussy gushing, your mixed juices making faint squelching sounds as your moans echo in the room—atsumu’s room.

he suddenly changes his position, the head of his cock teasing your entrance and prodding in just a little bit before he’s back between your folds. he doesn’t miss the look on your face when you felt the tip threatening to split you open.

“aw, did my baby think she was gettin’ fucked after the little stunt she pulled earlier?”

if you had the opportunity to turn back time, you’d do it all over again. but you can’t deny that’s it’s pure torture to feel him teasing your fluttering hole when all you want is for him to fill you with both his cock and cum.

you keep grinding against each other, your wetness and his pre-cum trailing down your ass and dripping onto the bedsheets. you’re so lost in the moment that you miss the sound of the door opening, an indignant scoff escaping the intruder’s lips.

“what’re ya two doin’ in my bed?!”

-ˏˋ 𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕦

the adrenaline after a game always ends up getting him on a mischievous mood which is often followed by impatience

you’re celebrating the end of the season, but after a few drinks his hands start traveling around your body

he holds you close to him, rubbing circles on your sides as his bulge hides behind your ass

you can’t deny you’re getting turned on, but you’re in public so all you can do is press yourself harder against him

but it’s not enough for neither of you 

“fuck, ‘tsumu.”

the lewd sound of slick echo in the small bathroom of the bar, breathy moans and sighs leaving both yours and atsumu’s mouths as you lose yourselves in the pleasure.

“does it feel good, princess? do you like how my cock rubs against your soaking cunt, begging to be stuffed by it, yeah?” his hips buck up against yours, his dick getting coated with your juices as you whimper beneath him. 

the temptation to just shove himself inside your walls is driving him insane, but even if he’s as horny as you are, he refuses to give you what you want. at least not until you get home so he can fuck you like the cumslut he knows you are.

your moans get louder when the tip of his cock rubs against your swollen clit, making him shove two fingers inside your mouth, “ya gotta be quiet, princess. don’t want anyone else to hear those pretty moans but me. got it?”

you desperately nod, begging him with your eyes to keep going since your mouth is busy sucking his fingers. your folds wrap around the rest of his length, the slick helping it slide against your pussy.

and once you both come from the friction alone, he quickly excuses you from the rest of his teammates and friends; wanting, needing, your cunt to milk him to the last drop. 

-ˏˋ 𝕠𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕨𝕒

just like iwa, it was not your plan for things to get so heated

you’re cuddling in bed, your face hiding in his neck as you murmur a soft “good night, tooru” before you close your eyes and try to drift off to sleep

he kisses your forehead, making you lift your head so you can look at him and he uses it as his chance to kiss you

his lips capture yours in a soft kiss, a pleased sigh leaving your mouth 

your hands immediately go to his shoulders as if trying to get a grasp on something

but what starts as an innocent good night kiss, ends up in you rubbing your drenched pussy against the bulge inside his sweatpants

“that’s it, baby. rub yourself against me,” he whispers in your ear, his hands resting on your hips.

you’re straddling him, grinding the damp spot in your panties against his erection. whines escape your parted lips as you get lost in the delicious feeling.

“tooru… m-more.”

he watches with lust-filled eyes how you use him to pleasure yourself, chasing after your high. he decides to put you out of your misery and help you by squeezing your breasts with his hands, tweaking your nipples until they get hard.

you have a t-shirt on —his t-shirt— but the reaction is the same: erotic moans coming from your mouth that go straight to his cock. the way your head falls back, exposing your neck, and your mouth opening in a silent scream are too much for him; knowing you’re ready to be fucked until your forget your own name.

“you look so fucking gorgeous, princess. rubbing your pretty little pussy against my cock,” he says as his hungry gaze remains on you, drinking in the alluring sight, “so needy, huh? my pretty girl.”

and after making you reach your first orgasm, oikawa can’t stop himself from pulling your panties aside and sinking into your drenched cunt; fucking you until both of you become a tangled, sticky mess—sleep long forgotten.

[shingia]

Could I request Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Sakusa, Miya twins, and Tendou with a reader who used to self harm but was sober for a while, only to relapse after they left bc of a huge argument then please and thanks? Sorry if that’s really intense tho. And thank u for being so nice🙂💞

[𝐓𝐖] 𝐒/𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌

ok i reaaally hope this is what you expected. i didn’t know what kind of ending you wanted but i decided that you, my friend, needed comfort, so i gave you comfort because you deserve it ❤️️

i hope reading this will make you feel better! kisses on your nose ❤️️

type : (strong) angst | word count : 4.4K

warnings : mentions of self-harm, depiction of depressive behavior (plz do not read if any of these might trigger something, i want you all to be safe <3)

⇀ 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

« fuck you, kuroo. fuck. you. ». those were the last words you had told him. they had hurt, but they were nothing compared to the last words he had told you, the words that kept playing over and over in your head as you slowly felt yourself drift to your old habits again : « i’m done with you ».

was it your fault ? did you push him over the edge ? you had many questions to ask kuroo, but he wasn’t there to answer anymore. so these thoughts were left spiraling in your head as you started to lose balance between love and pain. because his love used to be the cure to your pain. so now what ? what were you supposed to do other than going back to your old habits ? you couldn’t think of any answer.

on monday morning, you woke up thirty minutes earlier because, first of all, you needed some time for the swelling of your eyes to go down, and second of all, you needed to mentally prepare yourself to see kuroo again. it had been two days since your fight, and he had not manifested himself once. it seemed to be well and truly over ; and that thought had been the main cause of the collapsing of your mental strength over the last two days.

during your first period, although you were avoiding his gaze, kuroo couldn’t help but cast glances in your direction. because he knew you better than anyone, and he could only imagine how hurt you were.

but he really started to get suspicious when he noticed you were not raising your hand to correct today’s homework. he had helped you with that last week, and you had told him that you felt confident enough to propose your correction to the class ; which rarely happened. so why weren’t you raising your hand ?

he had a bad feeling about the answer… he didn’t care about giving you quick glances anymore, he just stared at your arms until one of your movements would make your sleeve reveal just a few inches of your skin.

and he was horrified to have his fears confirmed. the cuts that he had so often kissed while holding you in his arms were back. and he knew it was all because of him. and although his first thought was that it was not his job to heal them anymore, he couldn’t bring himself to act unbothered.

he had loved you for long enough to know that you needed him right now. or maybe he still loved you ? it was not clear, but it didn’t matter right now. what mattered was that he needed you to listen to what he wanted to say, even if that was the last thing you accepted to hear from him.

« y/n, we need to talk » he told you once you got out of the classroom. you looked up at him ; his face was unusually austere. he carefully grabbed your shoulder and took you away from everyone else. 

« i can’t… i couldn’t walk out of there pretending like i didn’t see what your arms looked like » he started. « now listen, i know i fucked up, but i still care. and you still matter. whatever our relationship is doesn’t define you and most importantly, these don’t define you » he pointed at your wrists, his brows furrowed with concern. « so please, i’m begging you, keep in mind that i’m always here if you need to talk. always. and if you don’t want to talk to me that’s fine, but in that case, please find someone else. for the sake of everything we've been through together, don't let everything you’ve accomplished go to waste » and he wrapped his arms around you in the strongest hug he had ever given.

⇀ 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨

it had already been a week. and bokuto had absolutely no idea what to do. call you ? text you ? probably not. what would he even say ? « hi, sorry for slamming the door in your face after screaming at you for fifteen minutes. am i still your boyfriend ? » awful idea.

and while bokuto was pondering every option he had left to get in touch with you, you were left in the darkest place of your mind. and you hadn’t felt like that in a few months. because bokuto used to always be there, his number on speed dial whenever you feared you would relapse. and thanks to his unwavering support, you hadn’t. but was there anything in this world that was truly unwavering ? you really started to doubt it. and now that bokuto had left you, what could carry the pain away ? whatever the answer was, you were in no condition to think rationally about it.

you remembered how he used to celebrate every improvement in your mental health, how strong of a cornerstone he had been for you. and just the fact of not knowing where you guys were at after your fight was enough to make you feel like you were drowning again.

you were overflowing with emotions that you thought you couldn’t control, and apart from holding on tight to bokuto’s chest, you only knew one way to feel better.

you loved him, you really did. but after a week without hearing from him, you started to think that maybe his feelings were not as real as he pretended they were. and how could you not blame him for that ? for letting you down so fast ?

curled up in your bed, tears were streaming down your face ; because you felt weaker than you had promised yourself to be. you were exhausted, in every sense of the word, yet there was still a tiny bit of strength left in your body that made you grab your phone and open your conversation with bokuto. the last message was a bitter pill to swallow : « no problem babe, i’m always here for you ». it was just a week ago but it felt like an eternity had passed. your fingers started slowly typing on the screen and immediately hit sent, knowing that you would second guess your message if you re-read it. « can we talk? », just three words, it was the maximum you could get off of your chest right now.

but bokuto did not answer. for the simple reason that he was too busy catching his breath in front of your door. he frantically knocked, not stopping until you opened it.

« oh my god, are you okay ?! » he exclaimed, patting your entire body like he wanted to make sure you were well and truly there. and once he had made sure of that, he pulled you against his chest like he wasn’t planning on letting you go ever again. « did- did you… » he ventured to ask, not wanting to finish his sentence precisely because he was afraid of your answer. but when he heard you let out a muffled sob against his chest, his fears instantly got replaced by guilt. more than he had ever felt. « you’re alright, i got you. i got you now… » he murmured, his hands stroking your back tenderly. « we’ll get through this together, ok ? we’ll show the world how strong you are. because i know you are. »

⇀ 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

yes, sakusa had run away. and he was glad he had. because he knew how hurtful he could be with his words, and he had enough respect not to inflict that to you. but as he made his way back home, doubt started installing in his head. what if he shouldn’t have left you after your fight ? he immediately shook the thought away. no, you were good now. you were better. nothing like who you were when he met you.

and sakusa could be very convincing when he needed to, including with himself. that’s why he didn’t get in touch with you for the next three days, because he thought you just needed some time for yourself.

but when he received a worried text from komori when he got out of the gym after practice, he changed his mind within seconds. « i just saw y/n, something felt off. maybe you should check on them ? ».

sakusa felt a wave of guilt descend upon of him. of course he should. it was his fucking job to offer you his help, even when he thought you didn’t need it. and especially when he knew what you had already been through. he cursed himself all the way to your house, where he could only imagine how lonely you felt. not wanting to waste any more time, he pulled out his phone to call you. and heaved a relieved sigh at the sound of your voice : « hey, are you ok ? like, right now are you doing ok ? » he asked hastily. 

you sat on your bed and rubbed your strained eyes, fiddling with the cloth of your t-shirt. « i- yeah, i’m good… » you lied. « i’m at your door, open up please, i gotta see you » he said before hanging up.

you knew sakusa was not going to take no for an answer. so, after wiping your tears and putting on a long-sleeved hoodie and sweatpants, you went to open the door. 

« hi… » you uttered quietly. sakusa didn’t dare to move. he had been so determined to get to your house, but now that you were standing in front of him, he wasn’t so sure of what he was supposed to do.

you decided to be the first to break the silence,  « i’m okay. and i’m sorr… » « sorry. about everything. » he pre-empted you. seeing you like this made him fear the worst. so he gently grabbed your wrists like he wanted to hold your hands, when in reality he just wanted to confirm his thoughts. and when he saw you stiffen at his touch, he knew he had guessed right. « come here » he whispered before going in for a hug. but you pulled away at the last second. « can we… go to my room ? i- i feel better there » you asked timidly.

he didn’t even answer and simply wrapped his arm around your shoulder before taking you to your bedroom where you immediately curled up on your bed. you didn’t want sakusa to see you like this, but you were in no position to fight back anymore. quietly, he laid beside you and pulled you in a warm embrace, just tight enough to let you know that he got you now. 

when he noticed you were trying to find something to say, to explain yourself, he shushed you with a kiss on your shoulder. « you don’t have to speak if you don’t want to. but i want you to listen to me very carefully : don’t ever think that you’re back to square one now. you’ve dealt with this before, you’ve grown and you can do it again as long as you promise yourself to get back up. and i won’t leave your side. you deserve so much more than what you give yourself, and i’m here to remind you »

⇀ 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

tsukishima’s pride was important to him, everyone knew it. the only thing he valued as much as his pride was probably you. but during your arguments, the scale always tipped in his pride’s favor, you simply could not compete.

but surprisingly enough, it was you who had told him to go away after getting in the most heated argument you had ever had. and he didn’t have to be told twice : you had shattered his beloved pride, and he was not going to stay here begging for your mercy.

he still loved you, but he also had no problem ignoring you at school. yet for some reason, this argument didn’t sit well with him. well, no arguments ever sat well with him, but today felt different. 

ignoring you was one of the most hurtful things tsukishima could ever do to you. he had helped you through so much, and suddenly becoming a stranger to him was slowly bringing you back down.

« it’s just one time, i won’t relapse » you thought the first time you tried to cope with the pain the way you used to. but you feared it wouldn’t be just one time. you were diving into what you had said goodbye to ; but now that tsukishima was ignoring you, there was no one to stop you from falling, right ? 

well, that would have been true if he hadn’t kept a discreet but attentive eye on you. which is why he knew very well that you had gone back to your old habits. and he needed to do something about it.

but he wasn’t good with words, and he feared that actions would not be enough this time. he needed something more permanent, something that you could keep with you all the time. so he decided to do something he had never done before, and gave it to you as soon as it was done…

receiving a letter from tsukishima was definitely not something you expected. but what was written in it was even less expected.

« i’m not the best at this kind of stuff, but… i really need you to stop being so hard on yourself. i know it’s not something i usually say, but i fell in love with you because i learned to love your imperfections. and you have to start doing the same about yourself. please. and if you need to be held, to be listened to, i’ll be there. but i wanted to write something because i want you to be able to read this as much as you need, as much as you want. i want you to get better, but even more than that, i want you to want to get better. you can do it, i believe in you more than you can think. please come to me if you need it. i love you ».

the tears that streamed down your face had a salty taste, but for the first time in a long time, they tasted like hope as well. and the next time you came face to face with yourself and your thoughts, your eyes found find their way back to the letter, and you knew that there were people that still believed in you, counted on you, loved you. tsukki was just the first one of a long list. (<3)

⇀ 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

he had been there through everything. more than you would have imagined. which is probably why you felt desperately empty ever since he got so angry at you that he left without looking back. but at the time, it simply had not crossed his mind that you would suffer so deeply from his words.

but you did. a lot. and that was the reason you found yourself crying on your bedroom floor, not even able to be mad at anyone but yourself.

still oblivious to the true damage, atsumu thought he could get back to you by pretending like nothing had happened. he often did that because, to him, what was in the past belonged in the past. except that today, and in your situation, it could not work.

« wanna grab something to eat ? » was the first text he sent you. and you didn’t feel like answering, so you didn’t. « are you still mad ? i’m not <3 » was the second one. but you still didn’t feel like answering. maybe it was your fault ? maybe you were overreacting while you were just supposed to play it cool like he did ? but you would have played it cool if you knew how to.

when atsumu decided to go to your house, it was initially to apologize in person. he had not planned on seeing you looking the way you did, which was a heart-wrenching reminder of the dark period of time you had gotten through together. but here he was, standing in front of you, feeling more helpless than ever. he knew too well the look into your eyes, one that he hadn’t seen in a long time. 

he dropped the pack of snacks he was holding in his hands before cupping your cheeks. « oh no, no, no. i fucked up, didn’t i ? i am… so so so sorry. c-can you forgive me ? » he stammered, absolute panic in his eyes as he took you in his arms. why would i have to forgive you ? you thought. i’m the only one to blame. 

but atsumu seemed to also hear the things you didn’t say, and he refused to let you feel guilty for anything. ever so gently, he took your hands in his before placing the softest kisses on your wrists that were still covered by the sleeves of your hoodie. « i probably won’t ever forgive myself for leaving you alone. but promise me you’ll always come to me if you need help, or any kind of support, hugs, kisses… you name it. i’ll be your coping mechanism, and i’ll be the best you’ve ever had »

and he kept holding you for a long time, at least until he felt your breath become steady again. and if you thought atsumu was doting before, prepare yourself to be even more amazed now.

⇀ 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

fighting with osamu was not frequent, fortunately. but when fights occured, it was bad. really bad. he tended to think that you could endure as much as atsumu when it came to harsh words ; but you couldn’t.

kind of like his brother, samu had a tendency to leave the past behind and pretend like nothing happened when he got in touch with you after a fight. and that’s what he did a week ago, after one of the biggest arguments that you had ever had.

too happy that he seemed to still want to be your boyfriend, you didn’t have the courage to tell him how you had gone back to your old habits during the time you were on bad terms. but as they said, old habits died hard, and your destructive thoughts were still very present even when things seemed to have gotten back to normal.

yet samu was not blind, and he noticed that you were acting a bit more distant since last week, since your fight. but he still thought that your problems could be solved by just keeping on pretending like everything was ok. and eventually, things would turn out ok by themselves, right ?

you were laying on his bed, turned on your side as you scrolled on your phone. usually you would have had an arm swung around him, but you didn’t want to take any risk, so you kept your distances. 

« hey, come closer baby. we’ve barely cuddled today » he told you before lazily wrapping his arm around your waist.

feeling nervous, you swallowed the lump in your throat before putting your phone on the nightstand. « i’m going to sleep, samu », you said, stretching your arm to turn off the light.

but he was quicker than you and gently grabbed your arm, careful not to apply any pressure on it. his eyes widened, he had barely seen your wrist but it had been enough to notice that the scars were recent. he put two and two together and looked at you dead in the eyes ; you looked ashamed, and it broke his heart. « when did y- was it because of me ? » he asked, his voice faintly shaking. you pulled away from his hand and held your arm against you, sinking in the pillow. « no, of course not. it’s nothing » you breathed out, looking away to avoid his gaze. but he was quick to make you face him again, with a slight pressure of his fingertips on your red cheeks. « there’s only one thing that i hate more than seeing you in pain. it’s knowing that i caused this pain. let me help you, y/n. please. you deserve to feel better. i’m sorry i didn’t give you as much love as you gave me. and i’m sorry for behaving like an asshole when you needed me. just… fuck, i just love you ».

tears started prickling the corner of your eyes, but he saw you trying to hold them back. with the most gentle look in his eyes, he proposed to turn off the light if it made you feel better. and you nodded ; you knew that you’d eventually had to have a face-to-face conversation with him. it was the only way to get better. but right now you just wanted to be held without thinking about what he’d see. or wouldn’t see.

so he turned off the light and let yourself get comfortable in bed before wrapping you in his embrace once again. his soft breath against your neck was obviously not enough to make all your pain magically go away, but it let you know that he had your back. and it was all that mattered.

⇀ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

« i don’t want to do this anymore, y/n ! » tendou had yelled, making this sentence the peak of your argument. six words, and they were on replay in your minds since four days. you couldn’t believe that almost two years of relationship had ended so abruptly. but you had to face the truth : tendou had enough of you. and obviously you linked that to the turbulent start of your relationship. you knew it hadn’t been easy for him to deal with your self harm when you had just started dating. yet he had managed to make you feel so much better that you had been sober for about a year, all thanks to him. but maybe you hadn’t been grateful enough ? maybe that was why he had decided to end things now ?

the only thing you knew for sure was that he was gone, and you felt like you had lost your anchor.

you had spent the weekend in your dorm, and it had been a painful weekend. so painful that you did not get out of bed on monday morning ; it was just too much to handle. deep down you knew that you were not handling your problems the right way… and escaping reality was not viable.

but little did you know that tendou wanted nothing more than to see you again in the hallways and finally have a heart-to-heart conversation with you. and when he didn’t see you in class, he started to freak out. he knew how it was to feel alone and rejected ; and he started to fear that he had caused you to feel exactly that. so he did not follow his friends to the cafeteria at lunch and headed to your dorm instead, hoping that you’d open the door.

and you did. thank god you did. but panic started bubbling in his chest when his eyes laid on your face.

« alright, come here » he told you with a forced smile before pulling you in his embrace. truthfully, he didn’t feel like smiling, but he knew that the last thing you needed was to think you made him feel bad. when he was with you, his main goal was to cheer you up, he’d deal with himself later. « angel… did you do it again ? » he asked, his tone being the furthest thing from judgmental. you muttered a quiet apology, your face buried in his white uniform jacket. but something lingered on your mind. angel ? it sounded right, but you knew it wasn’t. not anymore. « don’t apologize ! the only person you owe an apology to is yourself » he whispered against your ear. slowly, he put his hands on your waist before bringing you to your bed where he sat right next to you, still refusing to take his hands off of your body.

 « tendou, you don’t have to do this… » you muttered, knowing that you weren’t supposed to be this close anymore. « i’m your ex, you don’t owe me anything ».

he immediately looked down to meet your eyes, an eyebrow raised in confusion. « your ex ? wh- you think i broke up with you ? y/n, when i said that i didn’t want to do this anymore, i was talking about fighting with you ! i’m sorry, i should have texted you these last few days, but i thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me »

a tear rolled down your cheek. tendou’s words sounded like heaven right now. maybe you weren’t alone after all ?

« now, do you need me to get you something ? band-aids ? anything ? » he asked, caressing your hair with his right hand. you nodded your head no and kept your head buried in his neck, like you were waiting for his scent to go to your head. « i know you’ve been through a lot, and i’m proud of you no matter what. but, you know… even though i have enough love for the both of us, i’d really want you to have enough love for yourself » he said and placed a kiss on top of your head, waiting for you to say something. but he sensed that you were not ready yet. and he was ok with that, the last thing he wanted to do was to pressure you. it was going to be a long path, but you had already done it, and you were going to do it again. and he’d be there the whole time.

ok so if you’ve read until there it probably means that you needed comfort (i hope i have given you enough) : so if you are in this situation yourself, PLEASE don’t be afraid to ask for help, you can and you will get better. i’m rooting for you like saeko roots for karasuno ❤️️

@toworuu (didn’t forget about you ^^)

[deluluass]

all yours; all mine

71 and 58 with Atsumu pleaseeese. I just love this man and I would appreciate it if you wrote something with him. Youre so talented!💕 — anon

sidenote: anon, i hope u know that u have a very special place in my heart for being the first ask ive ever received. i hope u are well & having a gr8 day ;U;

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; daddy kink; mild angst; implied post-breakup depression; toxic relationship/s

Breakups are a messy business. A lot of crying, begging, screaming (if it's that type of a breakup). Whatever it is, breakups generally inspire intense— so-intense-it-could-get-you-kicked-out-if-you're-in-a-public-place, high-strung, and the most unpleasant kind of emotions. 

It’s understandable, considering you’re losing the person you love. 

But he doesn't even look upset.

"Aah," Atsumu sing-songed, twirling the plastic stirrer between his fingers. "Ya wanna call it off?"

The heat from the mug bit your skin as you gripped it. 

"What?" you choked, shaking your head. "I didn't say that, Atsumu. I only-"

He scoffed. "Fuckin'- ya just did."

You finally looked up at him, porcelain clinking as you placed your drink back on the saucer. Ball cap on,  muscles filling up and straining his hoodie and jeans; even in an outfit that almost concealed him he never fails to take your breath away. 

Only, it's for a different reason this time.

"I said that I-" you cleared your throat. "I want- I want you to-"

"I get it, I get it." Atsumu sighed, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Let's break up, then."

He was already standing up and he didn't even deign to meet your eyes. You didn't expect much when you'd travelled all the way to Tokyo just to have a talk with him. After all, the last conversation you had was over the phone. (And that, too, did not go well). 

Though, is it too much to expect he'd at least listen to what you have to say?

"Tsumu-kun! Wait!" 

Some customers were already staring, urging you to hide, hop on the next train, and run back home; away from the cold scrutiny of strangers. 

But not now. Not when what you have with him is hanging on a balance.

"Please, sit down and- and let's talk," you huffed, voice and hand trembling as you held onto his.

Breakups are a messy business, you heard.

A lot of crying. A lot of begging. A lot of screaming. Whichever kind it is, don't breakups usually inspire only the most intense emotions?

But he doesn't even look upset, doesn't even look like he feels anything other than a passing irritation, as if you were a fly buzzing in his ear, when he told you, "I know this is ya first rodeo, but yer gonna find someone new eventually, hm?"

It's been a long time coming, Atsumu thinks. He'd known for quite a while now that his relationship with you would end, actually, ever since you'd wanted to include "feelings" and "trust" and "opening up" into the mix. 

"Why?" he'd laughed at your face once. "What? Ya ain't happy? That it? We got somethin' good goin' on don't we?"

He didn't get it, at first. You'd always been your cheerful, bubbly self; never failing to be that one sunny spot when his day gets too pesky and such a pain in the ass. You were happy.

Until you weren't. 

"You don't.. tell me things," you muttered, fiddling with your hands on the kitchen table. "Which is fine! I'm not- go at your pace, but- but know that I'd listen to you. Always. I'm here, 'Tsumu."

And it wasn't as if he didn't try. It's just that Atsumu realized, a few months later, that he wasn't any good at it. 

Every time he'd lay it all out in front of you⁠— every tiny and pathetic and gritty part of him, you would eventually take him in your arms. So much smaller, weaker than his and yet Atsumu did not mind if it could be his entire world. 

Then, a thought would creep in, like a thief that'd stab him in his sleep. In the safety of those tender arms, with those guileless eyes peering at him, Atsumu would think that he'd rather stay there forever, cling onto you until he bites the dust.  

It disgusted him. 

Atsumu couldn't stand it. Because if he could be anything in this short life, he'd choose to be perfect. And that- that wasn't it. 

So he avoided it when the occasion arose. Diverting the subject to mundane stuff was easy, at first. The weather, the new show you're binging, your slacker of a boss, what happened back in the game. When that didn't work⁠— well, there were other ways. 

(His favorite was sticking his tongue in your wet cunt, to prod at the soft walls with the tip, and to lap and suck at the clit until you're begging for the stretch of his fat cock.)

The break up was understandable. When you'd greeted him in the café as if you'd spent the entire time you were apart crying, Atsumu knew it was over. 

You just repeated what you'd always said. It's okay to be vulnerable. If he needs some time to work out the right words then you'd always wait because I love you, 'Tsumu. 

(But there was that feeling again. Like he could die on the spot if you would so much as leave his sight.)

(Ending it was the only way out. When poison seeps itself into the bloodstream, you're left with no choice but to cut off a part of you.)

Unlike others, he can say that it was a clean parting. You wanted something and he was bad at it. And because he hated fucking up, Atsumu decided to leave. Easy. 

Really, the only people who didn't understand were his teammates.

"That's strange," Hinata spat, rice bursting to his chin when he suddenly faced Atsumu. "I don't think I've seen her for weeks now."

He could hear barely suppressed groans  behind him, no doubt from Bokuto and the others, before their spiker blurted out a confused, "What?"

Because, of course, Hinata could only mean one "her.” (There had only ever been one that Atsumu Miya allowed inside the team's gymnasium; inside his circle of friends; inside his life.)

Apparently, except for Hinata Shoyo, everyone had caught on that the both of you had thrown in the towel, so to speak. (And here they thought the guy's finally in it for real.)

"Nah, it's fine," Atsumu smirked, addressing it to everyone gathered around Samu's onigiri stand.  

"We broke up." 

He clicked his tongue. "It's not like there ain't no other fish in the sea."

The remark, casually said in between sips of cold coffee, was met with a gaping silence. 

That turned out to be right, like everything else that he'd predicted. 

A hole is a hole is a hole is a hole. No disrespect meant to you. But before you there had been many others who'd helped warm his bed. It just so happened that you got to stay for far longer. 

(Because waking up next to you meant waking up to that dreamy look, as if whoever's in charge up there has finally given you everything you've ever wanted.)

(And when he greets you with a hoarse good morning you say it back with eyes that tell him he's worth it, simply for being there.)

Anyway, going back to that old routine hadn't been difficult. 

(Except when he finally does it with someone new, for some reason he keeps searching for a different touch, expecting that endearing combination of inexperience and enthusiasm.)

(And when they cum he can't help but put a hand on their mouth, around their throat, because he's hearing the wrong voice, seeing the wrong face.) 

It's obvious, looking at him. Everyone can see that life's going pretty well for Atsumu. He can only hope that the same goes for you.

"You're miserable."

Peeling your attention away from the mother braiding her young daughter's hair, you hurriedly brought it back to the two women sitting in front of you.

"See?" Aya swung her hand in your direction. "Not even listening."

"No, no," you giggled sheepishly. Kaori was already pursing her lips.

"No, seriously. I am."

You sat upright, setting the chopsticks on your bento box. 

"Then what was it she said?" Kaori pressed. She folded her arms and you knew you were in trouble. 

"Uh..huh." You nodded. "Right. So. Um...."

"You didn't catch it," said Kaori.

"I didn't catch it," you winced.

Both girls sighed. 

The first three buttons of their blouses were open, the heat of the afternoon getting to them. And as they leaned back against the wooden bench, you had a feeling that they were about to give you the Conversation that's been waiting to happen for two long months.

That's why you'd decided to start it before they could. Just so it won't linger anymore painfully so.

“I know what you're going to say."

They only raised their brows, a mere "okay, go on" than an actual expression of surprise. 

"I've been sad. I haven't been..fine. That is true," you inhaled, preparing yourself for the agonizing part. Then, you released your breath.

"Ever since..'Tsu-" you gulped. "Ever since breaking up with Atsumu I haven't been feeling like myself but nowadays I'm getting back on my feet and I'm still working see so really there's no need to worry okay? Okay."

Aya grinned, but it didn't hold her usual devil-may-care humor to it. 

"You say that," she started, "but we’ll probably always be if you keep at that- at that⁠—"

"You're rarely in the moment," Kaori supplied, to which Aya replied with a harsh thank you. "You're distracted. And we know you're trying your best to be okay on your own. We've given you space, but remember that you have us."

Something was lodged in your chest and you found it hard to breathe. You'd missed them. You hadn't realized it, but you missed your friends. 

So much.

"Thank you," you whispered, forcing back  tears. "I- I wouldn't know what to do if it not for you two-"

"Hold it." Aya raised a palm. "Before you get corny again. Can I just say, I know he's your first dick-"

"Aya," Kaori murmured.

"And we all know it was good-"

"Aya," you hissed.

Your face burned as you searched from left to right, making sure no innocent being heard her.

"But can I just say," she slapped a palm on the surface of the table. "I don't care what you or the TV or his fans say about him! But the man's a walking red flag since day one!"

Kaori rolled her eyes. And despite yourself you couldn't keep a chuckle from bubbling. 

"Here we go again."

Aya almost rose from her seat. "When he sent that poor dude from accounting to the ER for just, I don't know, breathing your way, I knew something was up!"

You felt your smile die. 

That had been the first time it happened. You'd asked him what's wrong, after you'd rushed to the hospital, and all he gave you was silence. A whole day of it. He hadn't spoken a word about it, only that he'd warned you not to talk to that bastard again, or else.

(You'd learned, much, much later, that he doesn't do well with people that annoy him. That's what he said. You wanted to know more, but he suddenly decided that he had to make it up to you between the sheets.)

Kaori touched your hand. "Talk to us," she whispered.

You hummed as you shook your head. "I just remembered him," you said, only half of the truth.

If they knew it, they didn't let on. But Aya did say, "Tell you what. Company outing's upon us. So you know what that means?"

"Oh, I don't know," you mumbled apologetically. "I might sit this one out."

"No," Kaori gritted. 

Aya held your face with both hands as she  stared you down.

"You will buy yourself a new swimsuit. You will enjoy that cheap beach resort." 

The heaviness was lifting, bit by bit, as you felt your stomach ache with laughter. And with each silly word uttered by your friends, you could almost see the gray clouds overhead disappearing. Even for a little while.

"And you, you beautiful person you," Aya beamed. "Will finally, finally get laid."

Having best friends who are dead set on helping you get over an ex is a fearsome thing to behold, indeed. 

You couldn't even get a word in edgewise as they took you in a whirlwind of spas, salons, mani-pedis, and shopping bags. 

"Calm down. You rarely spend for yourself," Kaori told you when she'd caught you peeking forlornly at the frightening bill you'd amassed. 

But, try as you might to miss owning a fat wallet, you couldn't deny that you have no regrets wasting your money away. Not even for a single cent. Because you did feel amazing.

And when the day arrived, you couldn't help at the giddiness of having compliment after compliment thrown your way. 

"Is that really you?" said a co-worker when you'd boarded the bus. "You're glowing!"

During the games, as well, you'd often hear "Love the new look!" and "Have I ever told you before that you're so pretty? Because you are." And you'd preen with a soft-spoken thank you, having been taught by Kaori that denying a compliment makes one look stupid.  

It was so silly, honestly. Though not the part where, after a lovely comment, you'd be emboldened to strike an actual conversation. Learning that a coworker has a new baby now, or that so and so has recently moved up the corporate ladder; learning that, during your period of grief and self-pity (and even during the blissful time you’d spent with Atsumu), there were so many things you hadn't noticed.

You basked in it: the shower of pleasantries and anecdotes that had you feeling soft and fuzzy inside. The same way you lazed on the sandbar, clutching tiny conch shells in your hand, as you watched the sun tinge the sparkling waves with warm light.   

"Hey."

You jolted, turning towards the person who'd called your name. It was him. "Poor dude from accounting" as Aya dubbed him.

"Sano-san," you gasped, reaching for the towel beside you to cover up. "How- how are you?" 

Of all the people in your office, he was the last one you wanted to see. Solely for the reason that things have been awkward between you ever since that incident. A working relationship characterized by the literal turning of the other cheek whenever you two bumped into each other.

"Oh, pardon me," he scratched the back of his head. "Do you..want me to go?"

Yes. 

"No..!" you blurted out. "I think-"

The sun was almost setting. You wrapped the towel around you as you took in the balmy sea breeze. 

"I think I'm done hiding," you whispered, meeting his gaze for the first time in a long while, head on and baring the tiniest hint of shame, like how you did with your friends and other coworkers.

He didn't say anything, allowing you to continue. "I- It's nice. Talking to people again," you giggled. "Look, Sano-san. About before, I'm really sor-"

"Actually," he smiled. "That's why I'm here. Well, my partner pushed me but-"

You grinned at the blush that rose to his cheeks. 

"But I wanted to tell you: No hard feelings."

Sano-san extended a hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. His hand, then his face. Back to his hand, then his face again. And when you'd finally accepted it, it felt like witnessing the cage that’s imprisoned you for centuries finally open.

"By the way," he added, walking back towards an obviously amused fianceé. "It's a good look on you, being happy."

Atsumu entertained the possibility that maybe— just maybe, not everything was  fine the night the Jackals went home after an overseas tournament.

As soon as the plane landed on Japanese soil, the hunger he felt throughout the journey morphed into some kind of  anticipation, palpable through the thrill that electrified him into wakefulness. He might have left in a hurry, only half of his mind present when the Coach ordered for a short meeting. 

His foot tapped endlessly on the way⁠— while in the car; during the tedious elevator ride⁠— and when he'd finally entered his pad, slamming the door open with much eagerness than usual, Atsumu felt his heart plummet down his stomach when he was welcomed by a dark and empty hallway. 

You're not here. Not anymore.

Hasn't it been almost half a year now? Why did he expect you, face brightened by a grin that went from ear to ear, to materialize in front of him, with the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen? As if a magician with a hat trick.   

("Welcome back!" he was aching to hear.)

(You always insisted on eating with him when he got home; sometimes opting to just stay by his side⁠— munching on a midnight snack while you babbled on, if he arrived later than usual and you'd already had dinner.)

("It's lonely having a meal on your own," you explained. "Don't you think food tastes better if you have someone with you?")

Perhaps it was the jet lag. Or, it could be that the abrupt change in time zones was starting to mess with his head. Either way, Atsumu was sure that sleep would eventually cure him of the momentary delirium. 

But then he woke up the next day feeling like someone had pissed in his morning drink. The day after that, too. Even the next had been the same, persisting onto the following weeks. 

Until one game, after a winning streak that had the crowd chanting their names and with blood still roaring in his veins, he condescended to survey the numerous people occupying the bleachers. 

And when he couldn't find one⁠— one person that had always stood out to him despite being constantly drowned in an ocean of spectators— it was only then that Atsumu Miya decided that enough was enough. 

You hadn't really agreed with Aya when she told you that you'd be getting "laid" during this short vacation. 

Reason number one: it's a company outing. And you're sure you'd be breaking some protocols by fooling around with any of your coworkers. Reason Two: as you'd sagely imparted to a miffed Aya, "I don't think it's nice to cure a broken heart with sex; strings attached or no."

That being said, the lingerie she'd chosen for you did flatter your figure. It didn't matter that "no one would see it," as Aya grumbled. It was enough for you that you yourself saw it, you thought as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. 

The way it was tailored made it seem like it was made just for your body. The details of lace also made it look so pretty that you felt kind of sad that you'd have to cover it up with a summer dress soon. 

Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to strike a few poses in front of the mirror; feeling like a teenager on their first date as you admired how you looked in it. 

You smiled to yourself, humming a tune, before you opened your makeup kit and prepared the necessities you'd be bringing for the bonfire dinner. 

"Wipes: check," you murmured, rummaging through your bag. "Hygiene stuff. Where are you hygiene stuff, hygiene stu⁠—"

You froze.

Something rustled. Outside. As if something had moved. 

Putting a robe back on, your heart thundered against your chest as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit sleeping area, illuminated only by a small reading lamp.

"Be careful there, girlie," the old caretaker warned as she guided you to this room. "Lots of mean spirits lurking about."

You didn't believe in ghosts. For some reason, however, your coworkers did. So you'd taken it to yourself to move here after a room assignment mishap, leaving Aya and Kaori behind. 

It didn't seem like the cursed chamber that she purported to be. Sure, it was isolated at the furthest wing of the beach house, away from the other rooms and separated by a too dark hallway. But that had been the creepiest thing about it. Besides, you heard from logistics that renting the house didn't cost much, despite its size, so maybe it's just that they lacked the resources to renovate. 

The floorboards creaked beneath you. "Aya? Aya, I know it's you," you called out as you squinted, catching a faint silhouette reclined at the corner of the bed. 

It was too large to be Aya, but you chalked that up to the shadows playing with your eyes. You puffed out a chortle, resting a hand on your hips when she finally stood.   

"Very funny, Aya," you snorted when she sauntered towards you. "Just you wait until Kaori hears about.…" you trailed off.

"......this."

You drew in a breath as she moved closer, revealing a build that was much taller, towering almost in the small room, shoulders that are way broader than the ones your friend has, and a face that clearly wasn't Aya's.

"Evenin'," Atsumu yawned. 

Your legs refused to listen to you.

"Been a minute, hadn't it, darlin'?"

You don't know why he's here. 

And even if you wanted to ask, you find that no sound could escape from your mouth when you tried to open it.

You do know this, as he gave you a lopsided grin that used to have you eating at the palm of his hand, along with a lazy gaze that was belied by a bird-like focus:

That although he told you that all he wants is a little chat, you knew that he didn't come here just for that.

You ran.

Atsumu had been the worst boyfriend.

He's aware of it now, realized it fully when he knocked on Samu's door, shit-faced, and it only took a single look and a consoling arm from his brother to break Atsumu into tears and snot, as well as Samu's voice telling him, "Yer a big baby. Ya need her, dontcha?"

That's why he followed you here, figuring that you'd love a thoughtful surprise. Because you always have. He didn't expect you'd take to it kindly, of course, not right away. But he also didn't expect that you would be doing the surprising.

You were talking to that man when he arrived. 

Didn't he tell you not to?

His intentions still haven't changed. He's here to bring you back, but before anything else Atsumu's sure it's only normal that you guys clear things up first. 

And if you're going to do that, he can't have you running away now, can't he?

Grabbing you by the waist, Atsumu's palm tingled at the feel of your body, pulling you closer to him as he pinned you to the wall and stifled your shrieks with his hand.

"Everybody's gone, angel," he whispered, losing himself in your skin, though covered in silk; lips and fingers roaming every which way because finally, finally, fuckin' finally you're here and you're real.

"Just wanna talk." He stroked the curve of your ass, middle finger tracing the lining of the crack. "Ain't this what'ya always wanted? S'let's talk," he murmured against your collarbone.

You were already crying, shaky hands weakly grasping his back and tears wetting even his cheeks. Atsumu couldn't help but smile. You'd always been a crier. It's one of the many things he loves about you. Always so honest with your emotions.

"I missed ya," Atsumu groaned as he grinded his cock against your pussy, feeling it harden when he mouthed your tits.

There was something peeking out of your robe, he noticed as it became more rumpled. 

"D-don't," you breathed, your attempt to swat his hands away thwarted when he seized your wrist.

It was lace. The color pulling the eye to your body like a siren's song. And when he stripped the robe off of you, silk swishing down your elbows, Atsumu saw that it was a piece of lingerie. One that he hasn't seen before.

Because he didn't buy this one. It wasn't from him. You weren't the type to get one yourself. 

Until now.

"This for him?" he murmured, pressing a kiss against your pulse, beating like a drum against his lips. 

"Wh-who?" you whimpered.

"The ugly piece of shit. Saw you guys gettin' chummy earlier."

He was close, too close to you, back at the beach. You smiled at him, laughed and showed him what he isn't supposed to see. And when he touched you— when the fucker touched you, Atsumu wanted blood on his hands.

"Yer gonna fuck the guy whose face I busted?" 

You squeaked as he dug his blunt nails against your wrist. Atsumu licked the red impressions they made.

"And what- what about it?" Your voice was so brittle and small. God, he just wanted to hold you. "It's none of your business, who I spend my time with. And don't- don't tell me you're jealous because-"

He chuckled, the sound of it making you shrink back into the wall. "Jealous? Doll, ya wouldn't wanna know what I'm feelin right now. But, sure." Atsumu lightly nipped at the tips of your fingers. 

"'Course I'm jealous," he rasped. "You're mine."

Then, Atsumu looked at you. And what he saw in your eyes made him stumble that when you shoved him away, all he could do was stand and stare.

"I'm not your thing, Atsumu," you cried. A light-year difference from the girl who'd always stare at him so tenderly. "I never was and I never will be. I'm not yours."

You didn't run this time. You should've. 

Atsumu clenched his jaw. "Like hell ya ain't," he snarled.

People say that breakups are a messy business. Atsumu was so sure he wouldn't have to endure that, before he met you.  Now that he's had the experience, though, Atsumu can say with confidence that breakups are, in fact, a goddamn mess.

But you're over that now. It's time to turn over a new leaf and return to one another. And Atsumu's finding out, in the process, that making up can be astonishingly reminiscent of the breakup.

You started crying when you woke up, screaming for help as you tried to budge the rope that was tying your hands to your knees. You got louder when you found out that you were naked and not in the rickety confines of the beach house. 

"Welcome home, baby," he beamed, eying you from between your legs. 

The begging started when you realized how drenched your little pussy was, his tongue lapping and slathering the cum dripping from your twitching hole, against  your swollen folds; his calloused thumb massaging deep circles on your clit. 

And when he stuck another inside your puckered asshole, you writhed out of your binds and squealed, "T-tsumu-kun…!"

Fuck. 

"Babydoll," he growled. "Daddy's gotcha, daddy's gonna treat ya so fuckin' good."

He slapped your damp cunt with his long fingers, thrusting them inside to rub and feel at your walls, at the bump that never failed to make you screech. "Daddy's been mean hasn't he? Hm? Been a bad daddy to ya, baby?"

You could only gasp out wordlessly as he slurped the juices off your clit, not stopping until you were gushing, sloppy cum drizzling on the bedsheet, every muscle in spasms, incapable of even stretching out your legs although Atsumu knew you wanted to, you really wanted to so fuckin' bad, resorting to curling your toes instead. 

"E-enough, please, please, stop!"

How adorable, Atsumu thought. "My little slut," he cooed, tapping the tip of his hard cock on your pussy. "My good 'lil fucktoy."

He relished it, wanting to draw this on forever, so he slides it against your folds, pussy lips wrapping the meat of his cock, gyrating his hips back and forth, as if he were fucking you, and grabbing your tits to play with your nipples. 

"Atta girl," he laughed, licking his teeth when he finally sunk inside your tight cunt, pushing you so far down into the mattress until his chest was rubbing against your tits, your feet dangling against his shoulders.

"I don't-I don't want this, 'Tsumu," you sobbed. "Don't want this!"

Oh, of course you don't. Atsumu knows you don't. He'd fucked you against your will, after all. 

But you were taking him so well, darlin'. Your walls were hugging his cock so fuckin' nicely that he couldn't help but shove deeper inside you, craving for the way your pussy twitched rapidly around him. 

If you weren't bound, he's also sure that you'd be pushing his hips away. But that's not what's getting to him. Because as he pistoned his cock into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass, you instantly turned your face away.

Did you know that you were breaking his heart? Shattering it to pieces, when you close your eyes like doors, locking them to prevent him from ever reaching you again. 

So he gripped your chin. Forced you to meet his eyes as you wept and shook your head. 

"Am gonna be better, baby," he groaned.  "No more keeping things from ya. None of that bullshit, now."

Atsumu shivered as you came around him, convulsing under him and strained voice still begging him to stop. Because he wasn't. He would never stop. Not when it comes to you. 

"Am all yours, angel. All yours." He pounded your fucked out cunt, chasing his own high as he kneaded your tits. 

A tear fell from your eyelids. And when he kissed you, it felt like everything in his life shifted back in its rightful place. "You can have it all," he sighed, cupping your cheek.

"So give me all of you now," Atsumu pleaded. "Come back to me."

[elysianslove]

Those dick analysis are so good!!!! Idk why i just keep reading them Abufbsudjwjdj my i please ask for the setter ones? If its not trouble, of course!

honestly they’re so much more fun than i thought they’d be??? i wanted to do it cause,,, horny thoughts, but then it ended up actually being enjoyable hbsjdd but im so so happy you like them!!! and yes yes of course <3 

just to clarify as i always do, this is hella unrealistic and just for fun!! 

other versions: haikyuu captains dick analysis, haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu middle blockers dick analysis, jjk dick analysis. 

setters done in the captains version: oikawa tōru

HAIKYUU SETTERS DICK ANALYSIS

kageyama tobio 

listen, i know he has a skinny penis. something about him just screams skinny penis, but it’s so so so pretty. also it’s not like unsatisfying skinny cause it still has a little girth to it but it’s not painful girth you know? he’s like 6.8 inches? idk that seems right i guess? pale shaft that has a little flush of color to it, and a pink pink pink tip, but it’s like such a pretty, pretty tip, kind of mouthwatering tbh. curves to the right absolutely it does.  also he is so sensitive, like everywhere. literally just hover your fingers lightly along his dick and you’ll have him twitching and all. he’s not clean shaven because he never really understood the purpose, like the hair’s there for a reason for sure?? it must be?? but if you ask him he’ll be like “ok.” 

kozume kenma

i can’t decide if kenma would have a little dick or not, so i’m gonna settle for he’s a 5.6 inches. thing is kenma knows!!! how!!! to use it!!! like in a way that he’s kind of winging it, but he’s very perceptive so he just goes with what he sees you like the most. also teases so so much before, so that when he fucks you it feels really good!! shaft is a light tan with a golden tip, and very veiny too?? also kenma’s actually clean shaven— he probably waxes pls, just cause it’s so much more convenient and shaving always itches :( idk i feel like he might forget to take care of himself so he does it just so he doesn’t have to worry about it yk 

akaashi keiji 

god. god. god. such a pretty dick, like you could just stare at it all day. dick pics need to be framed in gold. he’s probably 6.8 inches like kags, with the prettiest pink tip like it’s so flushed but it’s not red and it’s not a pale pink either like just a deep deep pink, and a pale shaft, really prominent veins when he’s hard. his balls are pretty too pls :( and he’s clean shaven, for sureee. akaashi would do the most to make sure you’re satisfied and happy. when it’s hard it curves against his stomach like inward but only a little, maybe at the head yk? is really into foreplay and prepping you for him so by the time he fucks you his dick is drooling for you, and it’s the most gorgeous sight ever seeing it twitch and leak ugh <3 

miya atsumu 

big dick and KNOWS it. flaunts it. is the type to wave it in your face while in the shower with you just cause. a golden tan to the shaft, darker tip with a slight pink/red flush to it, hella veins, hella girth, hella length. he’s a good 7.1 inches i’m not gonna lie. (osamu’s bigger by .3 inches and rubs it in atsumu’s face all the fucking time btw). he. he is not clean shaven. will make you trim it for him if you really want it clean. (but only to piss you off, he will do it anyways <3). also his dick print is. gorgeous. in sweats? immaculate. gym shorts? beautiful. those red plaid pajama pants that give everyone a fat ass? dick print is stunning. IN TIGHT ASS BRIEFS AND ITS LEAKING A LITTLE? im crying. 

sugawara kōshi 

omg it’s !!!! he’s so good with it. so good. loves to tap it against all your sensitive spots like your clit after being abused by his mouth and fingers? or your hole after he stretches you? 6.5 inches, sort of proportionate in terms of length and girth, but idk. suga seems like he has a fat dick for some reason? like it’s not shocking girth, but it’s definitely a stretch. idk i can just picture his bulge in jeans or tight pants to be very prominent i guess? or like. idk i can just tell he’s hiding a fat dick in his shorts does that make sense. also a very pretty tip, a pale-ish pink with a shaft that kind of starts off very pink and then pales towards the base. clean shaven!!!!!! obviously. 

semi eita

such a nice dick you’d wanna just cockwarm it. but with your mouth. yk. or anything else really. it just feels so satisfying inside of you!! i can’t decide on a length (these are all hella unrealistic anyways) but maybe 6.9 inches. he just seems like he has a long dick!!! more length than girth you know? you know. purple-ish head and pale shaft, sticks up straight with no curves, and not a lotta veins!! there is one or two that are obvious, but it’s delicate yk. also i have the feeling semi likes it messy so he’s obsessed with deepthroating you and pulling out and having his dick covered in a mess of cum and bubbling spit. i will not be taking criticisms thank you <3 

koganegawa kanji 

oh my god he so has a big dick and literally has zero clue. no concept of size whatsoever. first time you see it and you gasp and he’s like uh oh what’s wrong like he’s not fucking packing as shit??? 6.9 inches with so much fucking girth. not so much that you have to spend forever prepping yourself, but like, it’s definitely a long time. first time you had sex he put it in too soon and you were like pls i beg you and your stupid big dick— fat, fat tan head, a lighter shaft with a golden tint to it. head flushes pink when he’s hard and leaking!!! he’s so messy with the hair down there cause he thought it was cooler but when he learned it wasn’t he was so quick to shave it all off yk :) 

ukai keishin 

couldn’t skip him!!! big dick big dick big dick. he has a big dick. look at him and tell me he doesn’t. it has a tan shaft, very similar to his overall skin tone, and a pinker tip, which darkens considerably when he’s hard. curves to the right and is so veiny!!! so fat, shaft is fat, head is fat, just so fat. he’s a good 7.4 inches, because why not you know, and always hits it from the back to have his balls slap against you. i— he’s not clean shaven what are you expecting. he’s not gonna shave. will actually make you choke on his dick and bury your face in his lap unashamed. (no but to be honest he would trim it for you, at the very least, not to worry <3) 

i tried not to miss out on any setters too!! i looked through the schools and if i did miss any, it just means i don’t know them well enough to write for them, i’m sorry!!! but i hope you guys enjoyed !!! im sorry if it’s a messy or something im writing this with an oncoming migraine </3 

luv u all mwah <3