I Cant Stop Thinking About Being Kita’s Cute Little Farmer Wife. His Secret Breeding Kink Is Massive

Rabid.

The brainrot was real, guys. Hope you like it :))

Kyoutani Kentarou x female reader

tw blood, violence, implied minor character death, non-con, smut, nsfw

There’s blood splattered across the back of his hands the first time you make the unwitting mistake of catching Kyoutani’s attention. He usually can’t be fucked wasting time wrapping his fists; the skin across one of his knuckles is split and raw from his last job, but most of the blood isn’t his.

And the other guy got off far, far worse.

But he wouldn’t have noticed – it comes with the territory and he’s never really given a fuck whether there’s blood on his clothes or not – if it hadn’t been for that tiny gasp.

That soft, sharp little intake of breath, and like the rabid dog they claim he is, he snaps to the threat.

Nobody else at the table notices, and you seem to realise your mistake, freezing up the moment those honey brown eyes flash and zero in on you. Your throat bobs unsteadily – you look like a deer caught in headlights. Startled. Terrified. 

Kinda fuckin’ adorable, if he’s being honest.

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Carrie Fisher, from The Princess Diarist.

“don’t let it bother u” baby i’m gonna be bothered by this for the next 10 years

miya atsumu x f!reader

tags: con noncon, anal, public bathroom, degradation, dacryphilia

you know that atsumu always demands absolute silence for his serves. you know it, but it’s also been a while since he’s been rough with you, and you crave it. so you muster up all your courage and scream his name just after he commands the room. you know instantly that he recognizes your voice, but he doesn’t even look at you, and you watch as he hits one of the most intense jump serves you’ve ever seen. 

atsumu finds you as soon as he exits the locker rooms and without a word pull’s you into the men’s washrooms. he glares at the man washing his hands, who scrambles off, and pushes you into the stall.

“yer a fuckin’ pig, y’know?” he hisses, holding your upper arm with bruising force.

you whimper, “tsumu—”

“shut yer mouth,” he spins you around, bending you over the filthy toilet, “ya really pissed me off this time, y/n.”

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𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

a girl can only do so much when threatened to the edge. no sane person is willing to jump, but the alternative isn't any better, is it? my piece for the mythology collab from hqhq! ♡ i struggled a lot so if it is disjointed i do apologize. I wrote my love Iwa as TÝR (God of justice, war and the sun) because I really wanted to do a gods piece but I didn't want to go for the greek gods this time.

.wordc. 4.5k+ tw noncon, size kink (hajime is 7ft+ in this), degradation, master, power abuse, coercion, unrelated violence/blood, hairpulling, breeding, (1) tummy bulge

We begin in the dark and birth is the death of us— Antigone

Two ravens pass low over the rolling hills, as you pull your cloak closer around you. The thick layer of white hangs impatiently above the grain as the world prepares for sleep, your nose a bitten by the frost. You chew your lips only a second before pushing on. And though the night is plenty scary on it’s own, your heart beats violently against the curve of your ribs. It only serves to remind you how easily shattered bone is, and how soft your skin.

The fields make way for a looming, dark structure through the fog, seeming to crawl its way out of the earth with claws and teeth. There’s no doubt it must’ve looked majestic at one point in time, but dusk leaves the gold pillars with only a muddled sheen of glory, and winter has already gnawed at the foundations.

Cold shivers climb higher and higher up your spine as one of the ravens lands on the edge of the roof, making you stop right in place with held breath. To your slight relief, it only eyes you for a moment before flying off. Knowing one god will be watching you in there is more than enough pressure already.

By the time you get to the stairs, the bottom half of your clothes is damp and weathered, but at this point you have no choice but to give up on seeming high and mighty. You don’t have much to hide anymore. The towering building whines as you push at the door but gives in, and the door falls shut with an echoing noise. With a thick layer of dust that kicks up any time you take a step, your worry both lowers and grows a bit brighter. On one hand, it seems like he has abandoned his place of worship. But on he other— the worshippers have too, and gods don’t take too kindly to being forgotten.

With a deep breath, you crawl over a part of the cracked table, then kneel down to brush away some of the dust. There’s only a small prayer that rings through your mind as you take out a stone from your bag and trace the runes carved into the floor, then place down your candles in every cardinal direction and your offering. The last of your jewelry. “Please work,” you whisper to yourself, “I don’t have the time for this. We need your help.” The silence, thick and pressing, drags on for a few tense minutes, and your heart lurches into your throat as you wait. But it doesn’t come, nothing comes, and your eyes fly open again.

Ever so slowly, you can feel that childlike bit of hope extinguish inside you too. The gods might as well be dead. With a deep sigh you pick yourself up from your knees, moving a pebble with the tip of your shoe as you really let the soreness of your shoulders sink in. This must be what defeat is like. It only stings when you feel the cold metal of your family crest below your collarbones, looking around the place once more. Cobwebs cover most of the supporting beams and any precious jewels have already been pried out of the walls, so there’s not much to worship left anyway.

As you walk to look out the window at the purple evening sky, a soft noise rings in the back of your head though. Sounding almost like— burning. Turning on your heels, you stumble back so quick you almost trip. The candles are burning bright, a scorching blue flame cracking and snapping as the wicks are eaten up before your eyes. And with your hairs standing all the way up, you stay frozen in place for what feels like an eternity. Deep breaths, you remind yourself, deep, long breaths. You manage to calm down a little as you close your eyes.

“I suppose it’s nice that people still try to pray,” a deep, gravelly voice fills the temple, sounding both like a child’s whisper and a thunderstorm. It feels like an assault to your brain, and you’re so stunned for a few seconds that you forget to breathe. “But I’m not really the forgiving type.” You can only reach up to brush your hands at your ears, surprised that you’re not bleeding. It feels so warm and sharp, piercing through skin and bone. It’s only when you hear footsteps that you’re able to snap out of your daze enough to recognize that a voice belongs to a person, that you were alone and now you’re not. He walks around you to kneel at the flames, easily picking up the golden piece and paying you no mind.

As you try to understand any of what just happened, you loosen your grip on your clothes and frown, puffing your chest out just a little. You didn’t just go through the worst week of your life to get robbed again. “Hey, that’s not yours to take. Give it back,” you say, putting out your hand with a frown. “Who are you anyway?”

The man straightens up as you watch, following the flexing of his back and shoulders as they move the dark ink there. You only allow yourself to stare for a moment though. You swallow when he turns, suddenly noticing how much he really towers over you when you meet his eyes. He’s huge, at least a foot taller than any man you’ve ever seen and as muscular as the best of them too. There’s a slight twitch in his brow when his eyes drop to your outstretched hand, and you instantly feel laughable. Barely a pebble for this giant of a— whatever he is.

To your relief he doesn’t mention your call for discipline, and responds with that same bone piercing tone as he motions around. So distracting. “Where do you think you are right now?” The purposefully vague answer trickles down into your mind as he pockets the last of your valuables, lips dropping open.

Before you can get anything out of your gaping mouth, he cuts you off by lifting a hand. “Quiet, human. I’m not the cheery type, and I haven’t had any worthwhile offerings in quite some years. It’d be best to keep that in mind before you speak.” As he assesses the temple with a growing frown, you instead stare him down for a few seconds, letting your eyes run all over to really take him in.

Dark hair frames a handsome face, of someone who you’d guess to be a few years older than you— in normal situations. Sharp jaw and an iron expression, but the most beautiful warm, green eyes you’ve ever seen. Like spring, like the mossy hills of home. And the blades attached to his hip only solidify your thoughts. Týr.

You swallow as you take a few steps back, suddenly wanting nothing more than to turn and run all the way back home without stopping. Your situation nags at you as soon as you think it though, recognizing one sad truth. Your home is nothing more than a sad pile of ashes, you have nothing left to go back to. There’s nothing left to do other than bend down and pray for divine intervention anyway. Might as well.

“I need your help,” you start, and he doesn’t spare you a glance as he speaks.

“I am aware. You think I come down for any unlucky fool who breathes my name if they don’t have a reason?” For a few seconds you debate answering that in your head, but it wouldn’t do you much good. Not when all you have is snarky comments in return. “Don’t waste my time. Come on, out with it.”

“My village, and most of the other villages further inland have been run over with crusaders. They burned our houses, stole us dry, and now they’ve taken the men. They took my little brother and my sister’s infant son too.” Your heart aches at the thought of anything at all happening to them. “They took them— My people are dying out there while you sit back and wait, and I- I want them back. I need help.” You take one deep breath, your voice turning desperate. “I am asking you to help me,” you rephrase, feeling the nerves burn high on your cheeks. It doesn’t matter. This was your last resort. If not this, you’ll never see them again. You owe it to yourself to try.

Admittedly, he only chuckles once at your bold claim, finally turning back to you and letting his eyes glide over your -in comparison- feeble body. And your skin feels on fire as he does, burning through your veins. “And what am I supposed to do with that, little girl?” The taunting way he drags out the words makes your jaw clench, biting back some unsavory words. He might be entertaining you now, but you have no doubt that he’d find getting rid of you as difficult as breathing. Before you can answer, he seems to ripple at the edges right before he vanishes in thin air, landing behind you.

“Seems to me like you’re asking a whole lot and not offering me nearly enough in return.” The heat of his body near yours is enough to almost melt your resolve. You feel small around him, insignificant.

You focus your gaze on the flickering of the candles instead of his presence so close to you, almost enveloping you in his scent, and bite your lip. “I have nothing left to offer you.” He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe, or say anything at all, and it’s this that leaves you so vulnerable. Because he knows this, he must. And the only thing you have left- “My life? Is that what you want?” Your fingers are cold as you reach up to grab your necklace, clinging onto it. “My life for theirs then, that’s fair.”

A huff brushes over the skin of your neck. “You think I want your life? Your life means nothing to me,” he says, walking around you to push out the candles one by one. “You haven’t won any battles, no home, no glory. You have no legacy. You really don’t possess much of anything. I could give a rat’s ass about your life, what I want is repayment.”

“Well, whatever it is you want-” you snap, glaring at his back, “you’ll get. Anything I can give, I’ll give.” You wait intently for his reaction, looking at the swirling tattoos that seem to shine a deep red at this angle. He doesn’t move, and you can feel yourself get antsier by the second. “Whatever you need. Just get everyone that was taken home safely.”

There’s a strange ringing in your ears the longer you wait in the silence, but to your relief, he finally puts you out of your misery when he hums. A soft, gentle sound, it soothes your soul just a little. The tension finally ebbs out of you bit by bit.

“Good,” he grunts, straightening his arms above his head as he stands back to his full size. All the heavy looking charms and bands glint around his biceps in the last of the daylight as he flexes, before he turns and comes to stand in front of you, leaning down to meet you halfway. “You just had to say, little one.” His large hand comes to grab the necklace you’re still clinging to, trembling a little as you let go. This time, his mouth corners flick up the slightest bit as he raises an eyebrow.

“Well?” You blank a little at the closeness, watching the dark lashes and the pretty green sparkle in the dark, smelling his overwhelming scent and the glow of his skin near yours. When his eyes find yours your mouth drops open, and that’s all he needs. He kisses you, hard, taking your head and keeping you close. You’re so surprised you almost don’t react, but when you do, you stumble back and stare at him. Wide eyed. “What?” he frowns though, lifting a brow. “I told you I’m not easily amused by mortals. Deny me again, pet, and it won’t end well.”

“B-But,” you swallow, taking a step back, “I don’t- I didn’t-”

“You said anything. I have no use for you dead so you have to make yourself useful in other ways, don’t you?” As you think, his large hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into his space again, forcing you to look up and kiss him again. And though he tastes good and his warmth travels all over your body, there’s something so heartbreaking about this. Of course that’s what you were offering him. “Not what you were expecting?” he questions, mouth attaching to your jaw, moving down the length of your neck. “Do you think I won’t treat you well?”

His strong hands find your thighs and already start pulling at the clothing there. He breathes deeply, one hand lowering to stroke the skin just above your center. And it’s this that makes you want to hide away from his touch, for more than one reason. You might’ve said anything— but you didn’t know this is what he meant. You didn’t— He rips part of your clothing aside so easily, exposing your belly and thigh. “Týr.”

“Call me Hajime,” he says, cocking an eyebrow as he looks down at you.

You let out a breath, and ball your hands. Who cares about a name right now, you don’t even want this. “Hajime.”

Before you can even get anything out, he grunts, adjusting himself and pulling your pants down more. “Quiet. Stop talking.” He wraps a strong, muscular arm around your body and brings his other hand down between your legs to rub up and down your tiny slit, forcing his fingers into your wetness. At the feeling you bite your lip, not that it stops the whimper. Two of his long fingers push in until he’s knuckle deep, his palm rubbing over your sensitive clit. “You’re tight.” You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to stay out of your head when he adds his lips again, nipping at your collarbone.

This is so fucked up. It’s messed up and you want to kick and scream, but you can’t make your body do anything at all. As he sucks painful bruises into your skin his fingers pump in and out, pulling a hiss from you when his teeth skim over the sensitive spots. His hands move faster until he can smoothly thrust his long fingers deep inside you. And though it does feel good, you already know it’s not enough when he pulls out and slips the digits into his mouth. You’re way too tense. But you don’t know how to start making that clear, because every time you try to talk he glares at you.

He quickly sheds his clothes and pulls off yours as you let him, desperate to change his mind somehow. But you did say anything you can give, and judging by his sharp focus there’s nothing that will get him out of it. He pulls you over to him and kisses you roughly, keeping you close. You suck your lip into your mouth when he lets go and lays down his heavy, fur coat, before he sits down and motions you closer. You hesitate, but he’s not so gentle when he frowns and pulls you toward him this time, making your knees buckle with the force. You swallow. “You made a deal, pretty one. You can’t back out.”

Your wrists have the marks where his fingers have dug into them earlier, and your nerves are killing you. But he’s right. Every new curve, every dip of his skin, every line and scar, exposed to you is painfully beautiful. If you weren’t so painfully unsure right now, you’d be starstruck. He admires your shape for a bit too, before his hand glides over his clothed cock. “Take that off too,” he orders, tilting his head back a bit. So you do, ridding yourself of clothing and being left in the chill of the room. He takes it and tosses it further away.

With a little whimper, you’re yanked on top of him with your knees either side of his strong thighs and your hands splayed out on his stomach. Everything is just so much bigger, it seems skewed in the worst way. His hard length is fully pressed against the inside of your leg where you’re sat, a feeling that makes you gasp. There’s no way he’ll fit. You try to explain that to him- or anything really, as he grabs your face and kisses you deeply, claiming your tongue with his own. When you pull back for air he’s already pulling you higher onto his waist, and the press of his cock between your legs is a shock to your system. So hot it stings, and huge.

“No, Hajime, I can’t. I can’t, it won’t fit,” you try, whining when he forces your hips to roll against his, only a thin piece of clothing left between you two. He lets out a little hum when you try to push off of him, failing miserably. Your one hand is forced down to where your bodies meet, and he grunts.

“And this, off. I’ll make it fit.” His hands get bruising on your hips, only watching as you fumble with the last bit of his clothing and get it out of the way, before he leads your hips to rub up and down his shaft. You’re checked out though, only able to hold yourself back a little and swallow down your hiccups each time the glistening head of his cock rubs against your sensitive clit. ‘Won’t fit,’ you cry again, and he frowns. “I told you I will make it fit, slut. You’re gushing down your thighs for me already,” he hisses, before lifting your hips and maneuvering you over him way too harshly.

He lines up and pushes inside painfully fast, forcing a few inches in and filling you to the hilt as you let out a choked moan. The stretch is so sharp and painful, your body clenching at the feeling. He’s so big. So, so big. The way he fills out your poor walls is almost too much for your body to handle, and you tear up instantly as he bottoms out. “Ah— ahh,” you squeak, ignoring how he paws at your tits and plays with your nipples. Luckily, he does give you a moment to get used to his size, but it’s still not enough to take away the grating feeling of the first few thrusts.

Ever so slowly, he leads your hips up and slides you down his shaft again. The friction makes your body shake and you can barely breathe, your hand finding support on his muscular arm. “Ah- w-no, need more time,” you try to bite through your tears, but he doesn’t care. He thrusts up into your wet walls, well aimed and relentless. And you sniffle and beg, but you both seem to know that you won’t do anything. Can’t do anything.

His thrusts are slow but way too deep, because you’ve barely been stretched and he’s hitting your walls so high in your belly you’re getting lightheaded. His fat cock twitches as he bottoms you out again, bulging your stomach and making you heave over. Your cheeks are wet when you close your eyes, letting him use your body as he pleases. And though the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs against your clit

“Does that hurt, little one?” One hand reaching around to pull your head back by your hair, you whine and cry more, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. “Hah, taking my cock so well. You wanted this, didn’t you? Little pet whoring herself out to a god of all things. You’ve got some -hng- nerve.” Each pump inside you is relentless, as if it’s pushing the air back out of your lungs. You’re gushing all over his lap, white ring forming at the base of his cock each time he forces you back down, with you barely hanging onto your sanity as he picks up the pace even more.

Thighs and balls slapping against you and a sheen of sweat covering your bodies, he grunts deep. “So pretty getting filled up by your master’s cock, look at you. S’ like you were made for this. Made to take my fat cock and get pumped full of cum like a little bitch in heat.” You just whine at his words, no longer able to respond. Your mouth is hung open, and he pushes himself up to pull your face to his and shove his tongue between your lips, humming into it. The wet paps of his cock bottoming out in you seem to echo. “That’s it, you’re my little bitch. Mine to ruin and abuse, right? Say it.”

“M’ yours,” you cry out, taking a few gasped breaths.

The precise thrusts get sloppier and faster the closer he gets to his orgasm, chasing his own with soft grunts and moans. And as his painfully tight grip on your ass gets even more bruising he gets closer and closer, pounding into you until you can feel his balls pull closer to you and his thighs tense. He doesn’t stop though, a choked moan of your name rolling from his lips for the first time tonight. “You’re all mine.” One of his huge hands comes to cup your bouncing breasts while his other comes to rub your clit.

The sharp sounds of your bodies meeting with each pump fills the room, and then, with a few sloppy thrusts, he shoots his hot, wet ropes of cum inside you. The building pressure in your stomach coils down when he moans loudly, the sound almost a song, and pushes you over the edge. You have to rely fully on him to carry you through your orgasm, because your legs give out entirely and you’re left a shaking, limp mess of a person. After a few seconds he allows you to collapse into his arms, cock still inside you while your head rests on his heaving chest.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, just lingering in the silence, before Hajime rolls you to the side and pulls out, wincing mutely at the over stimulation. He leaves you on the floor, but puts a thick, heavy coat over your naked body before he stands up, not that you have the ability to process it anyway. You don’t have the energy to move yourself, let alone care about much else besides the call for sleep and the ache between your legs.

“I’ll be back,” he only says, not bothering to clean you up, “wait here.” You’re too exhausted to comprehend his words, and fall asleep almost right away.

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You wake up with a startle when something taps your foot, shooting back a little. It’s already bright out, eyes fluttering to adjust to the clarity of the sky outside the windows. You don’t feel rested at all, you’re cold and your joints feel so sore, but there’s a strange peace over your mind. One that another impatient kick to your foot disrupts very easily. “Come, little one.”

With a pout, your manage to squint up at him, only to fall completely silent as he reaches out a hand. He’s covered in thick coats of blood, on his arms, chest, thighs. It even got splattered on his face. There’s a gash in his eyebrow that you’re sure will scar at least a little, but he doesn’t look bothered. At the very least, not when he helps you up from the floor, placing the pendant in your free hand.

You’re very relieved to find that you’re already wearing your clothes again, and though you’re fairly certain you didn’t put them on yourself, you’re just glad not to be naked in front of him right now. Your legs are still extremely weak. But here’s a deep sense of responsibility that nags at you. “What happened? Are you— okay?” you start, and he barely moves to glance over his shoulder.

“It’s not my blood.” That’s not what you asked though. He must sense your upset, because he pulls you a bit closer by your wrist to lean down to you. This time it feels less patronizing and more like an offer of peace, meeting you halfway to brush his fingers under your jaw ever so softly. But still. “I’ll be alright, stop worrying.” He holds your chin a bit longer as he assesses you, before finally leaning in further before you manage to pull back.

In the light of day it’s even more apparent that the man before you isn’t like any other person you’ve seen before, from head to toe radiating an air of confidence and security that you can’t shake no matter how much you try. But you also can’t help but feel guilty being this close to him while he’s still covered in drying blood, sticking to your skin and tinting his hands. There’s nothing casual about what just happened, what you can only imagine took place. People have died for this.

People have died because of you. But the light, righteous way he goes about it is probably what you should’ve expected from a god. “Your life for theirs is what you said, right? There’s nothing that guarantees that they are happy with your sacrifice. I hope it was worth it.”

“It was.”

He sighs, irises catching the light with a glint as he straightens up before you, having you tilting your head all the way back. “If you regret your decision later on, don’t come blaming me. This was your promise, not mine.” He eyes you down, then runs his palm up your neck to your cheek. So easily able to hold and caress you. It’d be sweet if not for the way he had and fucked you last night, leaving you in tears. It’s not even an uphill battle anymore.

“And even if you do, you’re mine. You’re mine or nothing at all.” You’ve roped yourself into a lifetime of sacrifice for your family. All you can hope is that they’ll remember you for it. He leans down to kiss your forehead, before pulling you close to him. His lips also glide along your ear and lay a few kisses there, before he speaks. “If you try to run anywhere, I’ll snap that pretty neck of yours myself. That’s a promise, little one.”

Soft clouds of white still leave his lips with every exhale in the crisp air up so high, leaving you mentally wrecked when he pulls back. Despite everything pointing to his lack of humanity, there’s something so strangely, absolutely recognizable about him when he’s so close to you. His temper, lack of tact and the jealousy already burning under his skin are too familiar. Human, warm and real. Though you don’t illusion yourself relating to a god, of all things.

idk i randomly woke up thinking of this buuut do you think you can write one where the s/o is looking really good and they're about to head out for like a business meeting or hanging out with their friends. like how would the hq boys react? you can use anyone you want or are comfy with. i also hope you have a good day and make sure to drink water and get at least a little bit of sun or fresh air :)

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTIONS WHEN YOU DRESS UP TO GO OUT

characters — timeskip!miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, miya osamu, suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime

a/n — warning ⚠️ okay some got a lil suggestive but not too much, im sorry i’m the worst lmao. have an amazing day my love, i hope you enjoy <3 i’m kinda happy w these!

☾ ATSUMU his head shot up from where he lay on the couch once he seen you come into his view from the bedroom, eyes dragging up and down your figure as he groaned when he stood up to walk towards you, his hands immediately grabbing you as he pulled you into his chest “what’s ma baby all dressed up for hmm?” “going out ‘tsumu” he hummed as his head dipped to place gentle kisses up the expanse of your shoulder before travelling up your neck, stopping to suck a visible purple mark just below your ear before he pulled away to admire it “ya sure ya don’t wanna stay home with me?” his facade drops so quick when you playfully shove him away and tell him “no” with a giggle, slaps your ass on your way out the door though.

☾ KUROO he whistled lowly as his eyes met yours as you adjusted your clothes in the bedroom mirror, a smirk already stretching his features as he walked towards you “now, now kitten— all this for me?” you rolled your eyes at his teasing as his arms wrapped around you from behind, admiring your features in the mirror before his hand traced up your body, fingers tightening around your chin, turning your head towards him in favour of placing a gentle peck on your lips before he pulled away to admire you a little longer, silence finally broken as he drawled out his words almost seductively “are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? because kitten, you are F-I-Ne” you both end up laughing so hard because he’s such a dork, he tells you to have a good time though, we love him.

☾ OSAMU he was in the kitchen cleaning up when you came into show him your outfit before you left, he smiles so big and immediately opens his arms to wrap them around you, giving your forehead a few kisses before he rests his lips against the skin “how do i look samu?” “ya look amazin’ angel, ya always do.” pulls away to fix any of your clothes he might’ve messed up with how tight he hugged you “ya want anything done for ya comin’ back? are ya gonna eat while yer out or a can make ya somethin’?” you just nod before he walks you to the door, giving you once last longing glance as he checks you out shamelessly “enjoy yerself alright? not too much though, al be waitin’ for ya comin’ home for that.”

☾ SUNA he was scrolling through his phone on the couch when you walked into the room, immediately locking his phone and flinging it down beside him when you walked in as he looks at you with his lips slightly upturned “do i look okay, rin?” he straightens up a little as he pats his lap, arms immediately wrapping around you as he pulls you on top of him, his hands running up the expanse of your thighs as they squeeze at the skin— his gaze never leaving yours, his words almost a raspy groan “fuck, so pretty.” one of his hands moving higher to rest on your neck as his lips slide against yours sweetly, a contrast to the hungry look in his eyes as he grins when he pulls away “send me some photos when you’re out?”

☾ IWAIZUMI you swear you heard him growl when your gaze met his, his muscled arm stretched along the back of the couch as you watch the heat creep up his neck and across his cheeks when you catch his gaze lingering on your figure. his voice comes out deep, one your used to but only in more intimate moments with him as he rises from his place to move closer to you “shit doll, look so fucking good for me.” one of his hands moving around the expanse of your hips as he grabbed a handful of your ass in his palm, lips capturing yours slowly even though his other hand tightened on your waist with more urgency, he pulls away shortly after, gazing down at you with the same blush he’d always had before he’s reaching for his keys “let me drop you off? need to make sure my princess is safe right?”

𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑, 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

KITA VERSION HERE

pairing: miya atsumu x reader (strangers to lovers—fake dating)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.4k

summary: number 13, miya atsumu seems like a nice man, but his little dilemma he ropes you into seems to show you he’s much more than that

“Hey, you’re Miya’s date, right?” Turning, you frown, staring at the MSBY player before you with furrowed eyebrows. Atsumu had mentioned his name to you before, but you can’t seem to recall it, having been a part of a list of far too many names to remember only fifteen minutes before reaching the gym.

“Um, n—yes! Yes, absolutely. I am,” you catch yourself at the last second, nodding furiously with a large (probably more than necessary) smile. He stares at you for a moment before nodding slowly, awkwardly smiling back.

You’re not sure if he’s completely convinced.

“Oh, okay. Well, uh…see you after the game, then,” he offers before quickly walking away.

Number 13, Miya Atsumu. He’s a nice man—from what you can tell at least. He’s helped you carry groceries to your car before—somehow always managing to be at the store at the same time as you. He’s paid for your drink at the local coffee shop that one morning—you’d forgotten your wallet in the car—and his smile seemed genuine enough. It was a little cocky for your taste, but his eyes were sincere, the saccharine honey of his orbs seeping with warmth when you looked into them.

And when he approached you, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes downcast as he kicked a few pebbles around, claiming he’d needed a favor, you couldn’t find it in you to say no.

“I had a one night stand and a few photos got out to the press o’ me walkin’ out. Told ma manager I was datin’ someone so she wouldn’t get onta me,” he’d mumbled sheepishly, and though it seemed like a lot of trouble, you’d still agreed to be his date.

And here you were. His date, with him nowhere to be found.

The sudden poke to your hip makes you jolt, turning to face the source of your scare, hand unconsciously ready to shove it away when a smooth chuckle and a warm, callused hand on your wrist makes you pause.

“Woah, there,” Atsumu flashes you a grin, tugging you flush against his chest. The proximity makes you swallow, looking up at his face with wide eyes. He smirks slightly. “Yer here as ma date, wouldn’t look too believable if ya shoved me two seconds in, would it?”

Your voice seems to find itself as you frown, huffing before you look him in the eye more determined this time. His smirk only widens.

“You shouldn’t scare your date on the first one, it’s not very gentlemanly of you.” He offers you a sly grin, hand wandering down lower till it reaches the small of your back. Your breath hitches at the way he starts rubbing small circles into it.

“Well, I s’pose ya gotta point,” he mumbles, head dipping down lower till his breath is fanning lightly against your face. He smells faintly of cologne, cool yet spicy, but definitely expensive. “Can’t let people get the wrong idea, can we? Come on, angel, we gotta convince em.”

Eyes widening as you realize what he means, you press your palm against his chest, a futile attempt to push him away, really—the sturdiness of his muscled chest was enough to distract you instantly.

“I…y-you…here? You want to—here? In front of all these people?”

And he chuckles once more, making you start to wonder how the smooth and adorably sweet guy from the grocery store and coffee shop had become so smug.

“‘S just a kiss. Never had a kiss before?” You scowl, finally shoving at his chest this time, but his grip only tightens.

“Of course I have, you moron. Just not with a star athlete in front of all his fans,” you mutter.

“Ya keep up with me on the media?” Scoffing, you turn your head away to the side, not willing to admit that perhaps you’d searched his name in google once or twice. It was strictly informational.

“As if,” you huff. “This is not a very great first date, you know.”

“‘S not real, thought we went over that. Don’t tell me yer attached already?”

Number 13, Miya Atsumu seemed more a handful than you’d initially anticipated. With pursed lips and narrowed eyes, you glare daggers at him, making his eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m the one doing you the favor here. Be a little grateful.”

“Well ya gotta play yer part for me ta be grateful, angel. Gotta give em a show. Kiss me,” he puckers his lips slightly. “I’ll be grateful.”

You shove his face away when he leans down, making his lips curl into a pout. Staring at him in disbelief, you look around to see if anyone is staring at the show Atsumu is so hellbent on giving. To your dismay, it seems the entirety of the stands has their eyes cast specifically on you, making you sag into his hold.

For the millionth time, Atsumu’s snicker rings in your ears.

“Atsu—Miya, I’m not kissing you here in front of—”

“Ya can’t call yer boyfriend by his last name!”

“Fake boyfriend. Fake.”

“But they don’t know that,” he grins. Groaning, you sigh in defeat, glancing around the gym a few more times before ultimately caving. Atsumu’s grin couldn’t be any wider, and if it was, you’d have half a mind to smack it gone.

Perhaps your good deed was a bite that was much more than you could chew at the moment.

“Fine, if I give you a quick peck on the lips, will you be satisfied?”

“Oh, I’d be ecstatic,” he smirks. So, with an exasperated sigh, you usher him closer—to which he obliges much to quickly, and much too happily.

“Okay, but remember, it’s just a quick peck, okay? Don’t—” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

And it most certainly isn’t a quick peck.

Atsumu presses his lips firmly against yours, molding against you so perfectly, you can’t help but close your eyes shut. His arms tighten their grip around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, and the scent of his cologne wafts through your nose once again, much stronger this time. And he swallows the strangled noise you let out, only kissing you deeper. The hand that lay flat on his chest a moment ago grips his shirt tightly, and your other hand subconsciously wanders past his shoulders to play with the hair at the base of his neck. He smirks against your lips.

Pulling away, he places one delicate, tiny, quick peck to your slightly swollen lips, huffing out yet another chuckle at the dazed expression on your face.

Except this time, it’s not cocky or smug. It’s purely one of glee, and it matches his expression. He looks almost as giddy as a child at an ice cream shop.

“A quick peck, as promised,” he winks.

“Atsumu! Everyone’s watched that! What’re they gonna say? It’ll be all over the media if we’re never seen together after a kiss like that! And—”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to be seen together after that, angel,” he cuts you off. Sputtering, you do a double take at his words, watching as he all but rolls on the balls of his feet in excitement.

And it clicks in your head, finally, that this was just number 13, Miya Atsumu, MSBY’s star setter and your resident smooth talker’s elaborate plan to set you both up to see each other over and over again.

You roll your eyes as you mumble “you could’ve just asked me on a real date like a normal person.”

“Well, I did actually tell ma manager I was datin’ someone,” he mumbles sheepishly, and you catch a small glimpse of the same shyness you’d seen when he first approached you with his dilemma. “But I thought it was a good opportunity ta dazzle ya,” he offers a toothy grin. Your heart does a 360 in your chest at the sight.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yer unbelievably cute when yer flustered.” The whistle blows, and his attention turns to his coach who’s ushering him over sternly, making him turn to you with a smile. “I’ll see ya after the game, kay, babe? Cheer for me real loud.”

And with another stolen peck on the lips, Atsumu jogs to where his team is waiting, glancing over his shoulder and winking over at you. You cover your mouth with your hand and stifle a chuckle when he stumbles slightly, ramming into a raven and curly haired man who scowls and shrugs him off.

Number 13, Miya Atsumu seemed quite the handful, but you think you can manage to deal with him somehow.

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Pairing: Keigo Takami | Hawks x You Contains: 18+; drugging, dub/non-con, breeding/impregnation Word Count: 578

A drink among friends? Nothing could go wrong right? Wrong.

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“Looks like someone wants to be a mommy!”

Hawks laughed at the wide doe-like expression that followed.

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Bokuto has a big personality, and an even bigger body. All you can do is try your best to take him whole and make sure you’re his good girl. day 06 of kinktober

tw size kink, branding, oral (receiving), insecurities, squirting, subspace, soft to hard dom, little bit of blood .wordc. 3.5k

Your eyes flick down in embarrassment as he spits on your pussy, before he’s rubbing his thumb back in your mess of slick and spit, rolling your oversensitive clit again and again. “Don’t worry, we’ll go slow,” he smiles encouragingly when catching your eye, dipping back down on his knees so pull your ass a bit further off the bed. His face is back between your legs for the nth time today, pointed tongue flicking between your swollen lips and rubbing up to your clit. You close your eyes again, and hold onto the bed sheets with tight fists. As encouraging as your amazing boyfriend is to you, you feel bad. Because you feel undeserving when you still struggle to take him every time.

It takes so much prep, and you have to go so slow, but Bokuto just is that big. The first time you ended up in bed together you made an excuse and left because you got so spooked, though he’d made you want to stick around after another two dates anyway. Because Bokuto is lovely. 

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LEAVING THEIR MIC AND CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O

 can you do a post where like the zoom call in which they accidentally have their camera on, they accidentally have their mic on while they’re being soft with their s/o with akaashi, suna, and daichi 🥺🥺

A/N: Thanks for requesting, I tried to do something a little different with this one. I couldn’t decide whether to make a headcanon or  an scenario. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading ♡ ♡ ♡

Pairings: Akaashi x f!Reader, Suna x f!Reader, Daichi x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

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“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going??”

“Tsk, you won’t die without Akaashi for ten minutes, will you?” You grin as you see Bokuto’s hair falling down when Konoha gives a sympathetic look at Akaashi.

Akaashi nods as he presses some buttons on the Keyboard before turning around, his tired look softens when he sees your figure standing in the door frame.

“Y/N” his voice ghosts as you handle him a plate with boiled rapeseed plants, which you managed to make in record time.

“It won’t be as good as the one from the store you like but…you looked really tired” his mouth curves up slightly at the sight of the food, “and I wanted to surprise you”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Just-let me take care of you for once” you huff, sitting on his lap, placing your legs sideways. Akaashi lets his head fall on the crook of your neck as his nose brushes your skin playfully, making you giggle

“Open”

Akaashi obediently follows your command as you place a bite on his mouth, making him hum in response. You smile when his arms squeeze you as he leans closer to you. “Thank you, Y/N…I lo-“

His jaw falls open. Feeling his shoulders tensing up, you cock an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Keiji, what happened?”

“It seems… I didn’t turn the camera off”

You feel your heartbeat drop at the sight of all the third years laughing, no sound coming out until Akaashi’s hand reaches the keyboard, a scared look snaps on his face, fearing about what might come out of his laptop.

“Boohoo you lovebirds go get a room!”

“Well, they already are-”

“I want a cute girlfriend that makes food for me too!!”

“W-Wait Akaa-” You blink at how fast he closes the computer,  making his teammates disappear. You feel a giggle tickling your throat when you notice the blush on his ears.

“I’m never leaving this open again” He mumbles, hugging you tightly before reaching your hand to kiss it, “How embarrassed, I’m so sorry”

“You looked really cute all flustered like that, tho!”

“Y/N, I love you…but stop, please”

“I’m gonna take a nap, care to join me?”

Suna’s lazy gaze glimmers at your offer, making him fully turn his head at you.

“Why torturing me, like this?” he whines as he forces himself to return to his previous position, watching the screen as his captain scolded the twins ”Later, beautiful”.

Your shoulders fall disappointed at his response, rubbing your eyes, you climb on his bed, curling yourself up between the blankets.

“Knock it off you two, we are helping you study!”

Suna can’t refrain the long yawn that comes out, as he blinks a few times still looking at the screen. He turns his head to the back, catching your figure laying comfortably on his bed. The urge to lay with you becoming unbearable.

“Guys, there is…something really important I have to do”

“It’s okay, Suna, see you tomorrow morning!” He clicks carelessly the keyboard, his eyes fixed on you.

Suna moves quickly towards the bed before collapsing over you, his limbs covering your body, trapping you. His chest lays against your back as he presses one side of his face against yours, feeling the air in your lungs escaping you huff with a sideways smile.

“Rintarou…I can’t breathe”

“You’re the one who offered me this, remember?”

“I don’t remember offering me as your pillow”

“Too bad then” He removes the blankets before pulling it over the two of you, his arms lock your waist as he kiss lightly your cheek, closing his eyes when he feels the smile on your lips.

“ ‘Something important to do’, no shit, Suna!”

You snap your sleepy eyes at Atsmu’s voice, still processing the situation.

“The camera…” you whisper

“Hmmm”

“I don’t want them to see us, Rin” his eyes remain closed as you pout, frowning, you try to remove his arms.

Suna tightens his grip on your waist before flipping you to the other side, making only his back visible for the camera. His eyes open slightly, and you catch a tiny smile on his lips as he squishes your cheeks.

“Problem solved, beautiful. Can we sleep now?”

“Daichi”

He turns his attention away from his laptop, a concerned look takes over his features at the way you frown looking at his phone.

“Uhm, you’ve got a text from Suga and…the first years are fighting with the basketball team over the gym”

Daichi’s eyes go blank and you swear you saw his soul leaving for a second. He stands, taking heavy steps in your direction.

“They what?” he takes his phone from your hands, closing his eyes, he  feels irritation building up in his stomach, “They are making me crazy”

“Daichi Sawamura” his eyes open when your hands cup his cheeks, “I’m the only one supposed to do that” Daichi’s cheeks flush, letting out an airy laugh at the pout on you face.

“Don’t be jealous, princess” Daichi pockets his phone before placing his hands on your hips, you giggle as he pinches your sides softly. The irritation fades away when he feels your hands tracing the muscles of his back. He stares at your lips before leaning in, giving you a soft kiss.

A whistle makes the two of you break their contact abruptly. You see Daichi’s soul for the second time in the day, as he turns to the computer to see a mix of blushed and embarrassed faces.

“Sawamura! We can see you!” Michimiya screams with her face covered by her hands, you feel your cheeks heating up as you move away from Daichi, “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last five minutes”

“Sorry!” Daichi yells as he bows at the screen, you copy him, bowing too. You share a brief look before looking away shyly, fighting the blush that was taking over your cheeks, you bow at him and then at the screen again before rushing away.

“How didn’t you hear us, Sawamura?”

Daichi sighs ,defeated. He looks at the human-shaped blanket on the couch, feeling his lips curving up instinctively as he pictures the blushed face you are desperately trying to hide under the covers.

“I was…really distracted, sorry again!”

Sorry for taking so long, but I have a pretty important oral exam this week and I’ve been feeling kind of insecure with…well everything I do HAHAHAAH 

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