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love your writing for haikyuu! Can you do something like reverse comfort with suna, akaashi and any character(s) of your choice? Like maybe they break down in your arms or they just had a bad day, whatever you feel like! I just want to be on the giving side of comfort sometimes🥺 Thank you so much!! (didn’t know if it sent so I’m sending a second time hehe)

I’m so glad you like my works! Here’s what I came up with, I hope you like it anon! characters: akaashi, suna Characters are in timeskip! Might contain spoilers for those who haven’t read the manga.

akaashi

·       babie has been stressed with work ·       all the deadlines are getting to him and it shows ·       he’s been working overtime for days ·       and his exhaustion lies bone deep ·       all he wants is to crawl to bed w you and cuddle <//3

“I’m home,” he says, voice weakened by how tired he is. He’s not surprised when you don’t greet him, having gotten home late yet again. He sees you on the couch, having fallen asleep after what could be hours of waiting for him to come home and his heart aches a little. He’s overcome with the need to be close to you after weeks of not being able to, needing to leave early for work and going home way too late these past few weeks. He walks towards you, bends over to give you a kiss when your eyes flutter open. You stretch and yawn a bit, a small “Keiji?” slipping past your lips. He plops down on the couch, arms finding your waist and pulling you close, “I’m sorry I woke you up, love.” You smile, planting a soft kiss on his lips, “ It’s alright.” You start combing your fingers through his hair and he sighs, humming contentedly. “Wanna go to bed and cuddle?” You offer and he nods.

When you get to bed, you make sure to whisper soft reassurances in his ear, about how he’s done so well and how it’s alright to take a break every now and then, Keiji. He’s hugging you and pulling you as close to him as he can, wanting more of the feel of home he only ever feels when he’s with you. (Ps. He’s the little spoon <3) suna ·       let’s say the team lost a match ·       and it was a close match too ·       and they spent months and months training and everything ·       all for them to lose by a single point ·       and he’s tired, overall just a bad day for this mans <//3

When he enters your shared room, you know that there’s something wrong. How couldn’t there be, you were there when the match took place. The match they lost by a thread.

He embraces you, dropping to the bed and taking you with him so suddenly that it made you squeal, “Rin!” He doesn’t budge, just presses you against him, his face buried at the crook of your neck. “I know I’m sweaty and all that but,”

“Just this once,” he tells you, and you couldn’t really say no to him, knowing that he’s exhausted why would you begrudge him comfort? And a comfort that he seems to only find in you nonetheless? So you stay in his arms, letting him hold you for as long as he likes. It’s not like you really wanted to leave anyway. Your touch speaks for the both of you, hands telling each other words unspoken in the silence of the room.

Yours say, “It’s alright, you’re always a winner to me.” And his tells you that he believes.

And as you both lie there, with your hands wrapped around him, he feels that even though he’s lost the game, he has you. And that was better than any victory he could ever have. i lowkey feel like this sucks sdshkjfsdf i’m sorry if it does also, if you want to send me asks or requests, send them to my other blog, @nhixxx-s promise i’m much more active there than i am here <333

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Hi can you write a comfort for Suna 🥺 👉👈for y/n’s parents are arguing and he comforts her, it’s okay if you don’t want to, I hope you have a great day.

I’m so sorry for not seeing this sooner, I switched blogs because of some issues (and I kind of want to switch blogs again bcs of more issues resurfacing) but here it is! I’m sorry if this isn’t that good and that it’s really really late The moment you hear the unmistakable rising of their voices, you withdraw deep into yourself, trying to seem smaller, forgettable. You don’t need to though, because as soon as a hand is slammed against the kitchen table you know you’ve slipped their minds. It’s easier this way, you think as you slip into your room, shutting the door behind you and tricking yourself into believing that the world outside doesn’t exist. That the echoing of their harsh words are nothing more than the faint buzzing of a bee. That the cracks in your family’s life aren’t as bad as you thought. That you weren’t hurting. You almost believe yourself. After all, years of hearing the same shouted insults, you’ve learned to tune them out. Numbing yourself to everything you should be feeling. Your phone rings with a familiar ringtone and you snap out of your trance, quick to pick your phone up. “I hear them fighting again.” Suna, your neighbor, was someone who’s heard everything that had happened within the walls of your home. Had it really gotten that loud? Is it really that bad? You feel your breathing turn unsteady, tears blurring your vision, and your throat beginning to hurt as you held back your tears. You don’t answer him, you can’t. A word to him and you’d shatter like fragile glass, put under too much pressure and breaking under the weight of it all. “D’you want me to come over?” You nod, forgetting the fact that he can’t see you. But that doesn’t matter to Suna, he knows you. Knows what you need even when you deny yourself of it. And so he says “I’ll be there in ten,” staying true to his word when a constant knocking from your window breaks the silence in your room. You slide the window open, letting him in and closing the window behind him. He’s checking up on you immediately, catching sight of your face and sighing. “You know you’re allowed to cry, right?” He says, pulling you into a warm embrace. “You don’t have to bottle up your feelings with me, ‘kay?” “It’s okay, I’m here.”

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answers

oikawa x reader

desc: oikawa changes some lyrics in taylor swift’s song “love story”

a/n: please keep in mind that most of this is just humorous & there’s no serious characterization in this particular story. i laughed a lot while writing it :,,) for @cutiekawa because you gave me the idea; thank you for that! and also for @seroto-rin because this is very similar to your husband’s lyric changing habits lol – i still laugh whenever i think about it <3 warnings: language, mentions drinking/being drunk

wc: 3k

— It’s 2 am when you hear Oikawa pattering down the hallway and past your room. From the gentle footsteps and the occasional whisper of “shit” when the floor creaks, it’s obvious that he’s trying to stay quiet.

But his attempts are in vain because, one, you’re wide awake and, two, he’s just knocked over an empty beer can from earlier. It was probably the one he’d left on the hall table – you’d told him to throw it away but he’d refused saying that he’d “throw it away in the morning when his arms weren’t so tired.” 

This is just karma.

The clatter of the aluminum on wooden floors echoes throughout the dorm. A much louder, especially frustrated, “fuck” follows right after it.

The word, though crass, sounds deceptively attractive on his tongue. But most things Oikawa-related just happen to be attractive. 

You muffle your laughter with a blanket. He’s probably disoriented from the alcohol – it’s only been an hour and 5 drinks each since you both called it a night. You’d headed straight to bed but he’d fallen asleep on the couch where you left him, hair a-mess and lips parted.

But, for someone who used to stay out till daybreak on weekends, he’s spent most of Fridays hanging out with you instead.

This weekend was no different.

Oikawa ordered Thai takeout, you found a mindless Netflix series to binge, both of you had a little too much to drink, laughter ensued, the doe-eyed boy found his head in your lap, and…

You pull a face – one that goes unseen because of the dark, but you make it anyway.

Okay, that last part was a little different.

He’d had his head in your lap.

His head… in your… lap.

And, if you’re not mistaken (or delirious), you’d had your hands in his hair, twirling strands and tracing circles at the base of his neck. A foggy image of him gazing up at you with softened eyes, deep chocolate in color, begins to solidify. 

That lazy smile, a hand on your thigh, tresses tickling your skin…

You turn over in your bed, bunching up your sheets and holding them close to you like a shield of fabric – a flimsy, make-shift defense against tipsy mind-wandering. It isn’t very effective, as your brain is not just wandering but racing around this hand-in-hair realization.

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head empty only some random fucker who plays volleyball in the argentinian national team

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he thinks it’s alright.

brown eyes flick towards your face, crinkling slightly at the corners as his face lit up with the shadow of a smile. his smile is a fragile thing, bound to break at the softest blow. he leans back against one of the few posts supporting the waiting shed, gaze honed in on two silhouettes, barely-there figures illuminated by the burning streetlights.

even in the dim he knows you’re smiling, he can’t really see it, but he knows. he knows that smile held some sort of gentleness mixed with joy and an emotion he didn’t want to put into place just yet (chances are, the emotion was love). you had your face tilted upwards to meet someone else’s face (not his, he was merely an onlooker) and he knows, like he does with most things, that the person you’re facing has a smile mirroring yours.

he could only guess what your eyes held as your stare burned into someone else’s-- warmth and affection, like the taste of honey, but better, sweeter-- and he was most probably right, after all, if it weren’t for certain circumstances, he’d be the one in front of you right now, looking at you like that right now and receiving the same sort of look he’s missed.

the same sort of look whose beauty he never really appreciated.

until it was gone.

now oikawa tooru finds himself at the farthest corner of the waiting shed, giving space to you and iwaizumi as the two of you converse, the words he should be hearing escaping his mind and melding into the heavy rain.

it wouldn’t be right to say that he felt a heavy weight settling onto his chest, because it was always there. a constant reminder of what he’s lost. a constant reminder of what he could never have again. that smile, that look in your eyes, both reserved only for someone who you loved deeply.

reserved for someone that couldn’t be him again.

his smile falters, but he doesn’t drop it. (though his eyes were now clouded faintly of melancholy).

because it’s alright.

it really wasn’t your fault that he’d been so blind.

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almost

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, aged up characters, angst, spit kink, creampie, oral (m&f receiving), tw alcohol

A/N: Will I ever stop writing full on fics for requests? Probably not. Anon, I hope you like it! There’s nothing like a lil Bakugou angst to soothe the soul.

WC: 5.7K

Based off this request:

Hello~ i love thr works you’ve done so fsr BUT that Bakugou fic goddayum got me left wanting more soooooo could i please request for a bakugou x fem! Reader with angst (could be happy ending however you want it) and a WHOLE LOT of smut pleaaaase 👉🏻👈🏻 BLESS US WITH YOUR MOJO and have a good day/night 🌞🌃

In his own little corner of paradise, Bakugou sips at his beer.

 The rest of your former classmates chatter cheerily, laughing raucously as drinks slosh onto the table, as plate after plate of greasy food disappears into ravenous bellies. They’d all learned long ago to give Bakugou the distance he needed, just far away enough to keep him from storming away, just close enough to shove plate after plate of hot wings under his nose, to wheedle him into doing shot after shot of tequila as they all yelled, kampai!

 Half the beer cans on his table aren’t even his, if he’s being honest; they mostly belong to you.

 You swore that you were only going to have one drink; break-ups have a nasty way of encouraging excess, though, and Bakugou guesses it’s the reason you’ve ordered round after round for the two of you, trying to drown your sorrows in beer and acting blasé. It’s a blessing Shouto isn’t here, politely declining this month’s reunion under the pretense of work, but you don’t seem to believe him. Nobody really believes him. But nobody says anything to the contrary, everyone just letting him hide in his work, allowing the two of you some semblance of privacy as you both struggle to exist without the other.

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what love tastes like

terushima yuuji x reader

synopsis: in which terushima learns falling in love tastes like monster

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“Taste,” he says. He holds the cold rim of a freshly opened can to your lips, and first it’s metallic, salty, but then it’s sweet. 

You take a sip. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve never tried Monster before?” he asks, taking a drink himself. The two of you are sitting on a park bench across the street from a gas station. He licks his lips– the silver ball embedded in his tongue winks at you, a shallow token of youthful rebellion that somehow seems more significant on him. 

“Never. I’m more of a Dr. Pepper girl.” You reach for the can again, letting the saccharine liquid sloshing inside coat your tongue. It’s really too much for me, you think. But of course, you won’t tell him that. 

“Not anymore,” he says, and he slips a firm hand around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and daring you to look away with a wicked grin– it’s attractive, to say the least. “Now you’re my girl.” 

You’ve barely parted your lips to respond before his mouth is on yours, tongue halfway down your throat, and you’re whimpering into the kiss as he snakes a hand down your back and presses your body to his. The whole ordeal tastes like Monster and feels far more energizing than the packaging promises. 

Within your first day of meeting him, Terushima Yuuji has already claimed you as his own. 

And you’re okay with it.

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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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“WE’RE SORRY, THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALED IS NO LONGER IN SERVICE.”

about: you, tsukishima kei, and a phone call

ib: cherry by harry styles

warnings: heavy angst. mentions of breakdown. happy ending? read at your discretion.

you want to hear his voice just one more time.

dimly lit phone held firmly on your hand, the same palm, fingers and knuckles kissed by a man you can’t stop loving. your other hand, holding a picture with a handwritten note saying, “february 14, 2020. to my love. my forever. happy valentines day you dummy. - kei.” you want to hear his voice just once more.

for tsukishima kei to call you his love, his forever.

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sorry; wrong person

Miya Atsumu: thought you were his girlfriend, it happened in slow motion; Atsumu looks at your ass, Osamu, your boyfriend, comes right out of the pantry; the fucking hard palm of Atsumu’s against your ass cheek has you standing straight up yelping. you make eye contact with atsumu, atsumu’s face freezes, he’s lost ten years of his life. B I T C H Osamu dropped everything so fast and decked him, beat the shit out of him while you stood rubbing your sore ass embarrassed as fuck. ATSUMU REMEMBERING HE DOESNT HAVE A GIRLFRIEND BYE

Suna Rintarou: sent you a dick pic; he knew he was sending it to you but fucking pretended to be like “oh wrong person” BITCH WHO YOU SENDING DICK PICS TO??????? and it ain’t even one pic he sent you a whole ass folder, different angles, different positions, with the text “which one looks better?” THEN HAS THE AUDACITY TO JUST BE LIKE “whoops” yes this has happened on multiple occasions especially on snap and it gives you WHIPLASH. YOU CANT TRUST HIS ASS ANYMORE, are you guys dating????? idk but you might be after them dick pics

Miya Osamu: walked in on you changing, he was hanging with one of girl friends and she was changing, she told him the SECOND door, dumbass thought she meant the second door closest to the back SO OBVIOUSLY he just knocks and you thinking it’s your boyfriend OPENED THE DOOR. and the AWKWARDNESS bc you’re trying on a bikini so you’re ON FULL DISPLAY FOR HIM. the man GOT HARD SO FAST. pls, he’s on the forums of those missed connections like HOT GIRL IN BIKINI BREAK UP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND

Kuroo Tetsuro: groped your boobs, he thought you were the girl he came to the club with bc you two looked the same from behind so his ass approaches you from the back, wraps his arms around you, and promptly lets his hands go under your shirt and squeezed your breast. THE HORROR ON BOTH Y’ALLS FACES WHEN YOU REALIZED IT AINT YOUR BOYFRIEND AND YOU AINT HIS GIRL. gave you one last boob squeeze before he promptly DIPPED THE FUCK OUT. just texted his girl “i’m going home” NO CONTEXT

Sakusa Kiyoomi: i’m sorry? it’s YOU who made the mistake. He looked JUST like your crush from behind so you mustered up all the courage in you, and some alcohol, to pull up to him from behind, lean down, and whisper dirty secrets into his ear while you stroked a finger up his spine. THE FEAR IN YOUR FACE WHEN HE TURNED AND IT WASNT YOUR BOY. but we’re you complaining when he took you home? NO BECAUSE WE ALL WANT SAKUSA TO TAKE US HOME. also might be the type to be like, i ain’t your boy but i could be your man ???

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i don't know what's in these capri sun's nowadays but if you are an adult/18+ blog, please block @/pea-mochii. this isn't okay. us adults can get into serious trouble if we are interacting with actual children. this isn't cute. this isn't funny. we are seriously tired of shit like this. stay in your kiddie lane and leave the adult content for actual adults. i'm pretty sure i don't need to tell y'all to not send hate. just block them and keep an eye out. minors are getting bold.

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“love looks pretty on you.”

shouto tells you, smiling. softly.

you hear it. you've always heard him no matter how quiet he seemed. your eyes look at his, twinkling, and your smile deepens, accentuated by your favorite lipstick color. the one he once helped you pick in a department store, school bags hanging on his shoulders as he seriously thought about it. it was so noisy inside with the crowd of students and adults around but when he uttered a, “i think that color looks good on you.” you immediately caught it and nodded considering his opinion. you always heard him, always always.

shouto loved you for that.

“you think so? thank you,” you tell him and he takes it to heart, a mental photograph of how happy you looked is neatly laminated and placed in the drawers of his brain. he's kneeling in front of you, admiring how beautiful you are. you reach for his face, fingers cupping the side of shouto's right cheek, thumb grazing his dull scar. he leans in towards your touch with a sigh as he closes his eyes, thinking about you and him. “i admit, i feel like i'm glowing.”

he catches a whiff of your perfume. it's different. not something he helped you pick. it hits him so strongly that he's back to reality again.

his lashes flutter open, he remembers the gift in his hands. it's got a white packaging and a pretty red ribbon. an expensive camera, for more memories to come.

“best wishes,” he doesn't want to give it to you. he doesn't, he doesn't, he doesn't. but he does, grip loosening and gift now in front of you. it falls on your lap. softly. “best wishes to you and bakugou.”

“thank you, shouto. you're such a great friend.” you press a kiss on the crown of his head, on his red hair. he feels it so tenderly that he wished you didn't do it because it hurt. it hurt him.

it hurt him, loudly.

title: softly

— marilags, do not modify or repost!

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ive been meaning to send you an ask but im so socially anxious and you're SO cool but i can't stop thinking about mean hard dom bakugo- imagine the way he looks, faking a pout acting like he actually cares about the way you cry and sob for his cock. all he does is chuckle and roll his eyes before he lands a hard spank on your cunt and starts mocking you like "you w-w-want my c-c-c-cock, hm? how c-c-cute!" and whenever you start crying he can't help but laugh even more and he even imitates your cries and sob all while shoving his fat cock into your tiny cunt and splitting you in half <3 (sorry if this is too much bye)

He’d be SO condescending after too, tears streaking down your cheeks while you sob at how fucking full you feel from him splitting you apart on his cock. The stuttering 🥵

“Aww, baby. Why you fuckin’ cryin’? Ain’t this what you were askin’ me for?” The way he pouts down at you as his mimics your expression is anything but sincere, his hips rolling against your own as his balls slap against the curve of your ass, burying himself inside you to the hilt. Each hard, slow rut of his hips has his thick cock brushing against every ridge of your cunt, moulding you to the shape of him. Pulling more sweet whimpers and whines from your lips “Just giving you what you wanted.”

“‘S t-too, ah please- s’much.” You whimper, words failing you as you try to wiggle beneath him to adjust to his size. Your hand reaches between your bodies to you with your clit to distract yourself from the extreme stretch.

“It’s t-t-too much for you, hah?” His hand is quick to grab your wrist in his palm, tugging it away from your body as he glares down at you, “My poor little Princess, yeah?”

His own thumb finding your clit as he rubs circles against it, your inner walls fluttering around his cock at the sensation as you slowly adjust to him, you’re always so fucking tight. So perfect- god he could rip you apart. Bakugou always enjoyed seeing the gape his cock created after he was done with you, watching his cum spill out of your sloppy, fucked hole.

“Maybe I should find a good girl that can actually take my cock hah?”

He already knows you’ll be stammering out pleas and begs for him to keep you, and it’s exactly what he wants to hear.

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Tsumu corruption kink kicks out once he finds out that his lil babygirl is a shy virgin

content warning: 18+ content including an implied age gap, car sex, loss of virginity, corruption, size kink.

hmmm...

imagine being MSBYs little manager that atsumu is just so eager to find out everything about. always cornering you and subjecting you to his knee buckling charms until you have no choice but to go out on a proper date with him!

it’s just that you didn’t think you’d end up crammed into the back of his luxury car, rutting your hips and humping his lap like a needy thing in heat. you’ve never felt like this. you’re clouded over with lust, so much so that you’ve nearly forgotten about your inexperience entirely. it’s visible in your lacquered eyes, in your clumsy movements.

all atsumu can do is watch and grin as you fumble with his belt because he knows. you’re bound to fold, and when you do, you slump against his chest with a pout. you mumble to him so sweetly, “i’ve never— never done this before, ‘tsumu.”

he can’t take it. how precious you are, how you need ‘n crave so much guidance. his guidance.

“never done what before, angel? never been split open, never been properly fucked?”

you whimper at his questions. so lewd and crude as he strives to be. yet, you’re nodding. nodding and gripping at his shirt, trying to communicate that you want that more than anything.

and you get it. you get his fat cock with your sundress bunched up around your waist and the neckline yanked down, exposing your bouncing breasts. with your panties hanging off of your ankle as your knees stay where they belong, hooked over his big shoulders.

your comparably small hands try to push at his toned stomach that tenses up under your touch and the pressure of your cunt squeezing his cock so tight. he only wraps his long, thick fingers around both of your wrists and pins them to the headrest above you as you sink into the seat further due to his deep strokes.

you feel dizzy.

“‘s too big, ‘tsumu!” you babble, but he watches your eye lashes flutter as you peer down at where the two of you meet with every push and pull, “too big.”

“shhh— you were made to take this cock, angel,” atsumu ducks his head, speaking right over your parted ‘n puffy lips, “that’s why i’m the first to fuck your pretty, little cunt, yeah?”

you nod again. with absolutely no hesitation.

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