#alpha atsumu miya x reader

[teamatsumu]

I want apex alphas Miya Twins

IMAGINE 2 APEX ALPHAS!!!!

And a pretty lil omega reader who’s super shy 🤰🤰

I’m cumming just thinking about it

Oh you are so real for this because really, lets imagine.

Apex Alphas are extremely rare, so even finding one is difficult. Now imagine if you have two, and both of them wanted the same omega: little old you.

You cannot, for the life of you, imagine why. You are an unclaimed omega, yes, but you are not anything special. You are one of a hundred different omegas who would give their right limb to mate with one of the twins. Yet not one, but both want you. And once they have set their sights on you, there’s no getting away.

Atsumu is more outwardly aggressive about it. You are his omega and that means no one else can have you. He physically puts himself between you and other Alphas. They cower at his presence, of course. They cannot match an Apex Alpha, so they give up on you pretty early on. It seems you’re already taken.

Osamu is more quietly intimidating. If someone hits on you, he will burn a hole in their head with his stare. Only a truly stupid Alpha wouldn’t get the hint. While Osamu won’t beat them to a pulp like Atsumu will, he is mean about his insults. He immediately comments on any Alpha’s worth, how they don’t deserve you. He goes for the jugular, and then he watches them struggle to take him on.

And there you are in the middle of it, helpless to stop them. Not that you want to. Having two prime species battle any other man so they could claim you is a massive turn on. How could it not be? Being so desirable? Your omega is preening on the inside.

#✌🏼 fatima answers #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu a/b/o #alpha atsumu #alpha osamu

[tetsupeach]

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oh, baby - kiribaku x reader. brrrr breeding. art history 204 - kiribaku x reader. being paired with the sunny college football player for your project is your worst nightmare, that is, until you meet his boyfriend. study date - kiribaku x reader. your boyfriends make studying harder. three’s company - kiribaku x reader. you stumble into the wrong apartment, but Kirishima and Bakugou don't mind.   green means go - bakugou x reader. Bakugou laughed when Midoriya asked him to fuck his girlfriend while he watched. he's not laughing anymore. surveillance - bakugou x reader x todoroki. when your fellow pro heroes find out you've never finished with a partner they decide to fix it. mafia kuroo - it’s what it sounds like/affectionate. ns/fw.   something revolutionary- viking!bakugou x reader. bakugou gets what he wants. that includes you. summer storms - kirishima x reader  hurt/comfort - atsumu x reader   astronaut kuroo im   i don’t like anyone better than you(it’s true) - ran, mikey, draken x reader, omegaverse  the night we met - bakugou x reader  divine right - prince shouto x reader  play stupid games - bakugou, midoriya, shindou, shouto x reader.  darlin’ darlin’ - mikey x reader, ran x reader 

series -  

fracture - haitani ran x reader , ch 1, ch 2 , ch 3, ch 4

drabbles -  

first time you fall asleep in front of ushijima cellist kuroo forehead kiss atsumu hands hcs - tokyo rev alpha kuroo

games -  

your old fwb finds out you and your bf broke up - gojou, terushima yuuji, sakusa kiyoomi fake texts - bakugou katsuki, nanami kento, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou smut prompts - shinsou hitoshi x reader, osamu miya x reader, dabi x reader, roommate!shinsou hitoshi x reader, bakugou x reader, mitsuya x reader, rindou x reader , bokuto x reader, kuroo x reader wip snippets - southern gent kiri, draken snippet

[osamusriceballs]

Heat - Part I

Part II II Part III

Suna x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1,3 k

About: It’s an omegaverse story. Kinda cliche, forgive me

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“Fuck- get off me, you idiot-”

Atsumu desperately tries to push the middle blocker away- a very futile attempt as he would quickly realize. The dark-haired male has the sweater of the setter in a death grip, his nose buried in the soft material as soon as he pressed his face against the fabric. He’s deeply inhaling, his brows furrowed with an almost scarily intent expression, while his hands claw uncontrollably into the sweater. Atsumu grabs his shoulders and pushes against Suna’s body but it’s no use. There is no way to escape Suna’s hold in the state he is now.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Let go of me, now-” Atsumu’s harsh words don’t reach Suna in his haze, his mind is only filled with the smell on Atsumu’s sweater. An intoxicating, insanely addicting smell. Sweet and light, only faintly stuck to the material, like Atsumu just barely had contact with the owner- but it’s driving him insane. The second he smelled it, he knew he had to come closer to the source, he felt a primal urge coming over him, and his body reacted on instinct and latched onto Atsumu, despite the later’s strong alpha scent.

A warning growl leaves his lips when Sakusa tries to pull Suna away from Atsumu- and he quietly takes a step back, slowly realizing what happened to the middle blocker. “Miya. He needs that sweater. Give it to him.”

“Why should he do that?” Bokuto seems confused, still not fully gasping the situation but Atsumu complies and spits out a few curses before he wiggles himself out of the sweater, not caring about ripping the fabric when he tries to take it off while Suna still clings onto it. He immediately grabs the pieces of the former sweater and warningly glares at the other three men in the room, as if one of them dared to try to take it away from him. Away from the smell that’s clouding his senses.

Bokuto blinks confused, still trying to figure out what the heck is going on, but the possessiveness of the dark-haired male is very familiar to him. He experienced the same feelings with Akaashi when they met in high school, and he still remembers the day vividly. The smell on the sweater-

“Shit. His mate.”

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“Why-” 

You gasp, your body involuntarily bending at the middle with your arms wrapped around your stomach. This is not the time for you to go into heat, it should be weeks before the next one is coming- but the feeling right now is undeniable. The tingling between your legs, your body aching to be touched, to be fucked, to be bred by your mate- the urge is overwhelming. 

It must the smell on Atsumu. Not Atsumu’s smell. You’re used to that one, and even though he is an alpha, you never felt that kind of attraction towards him, despite his sporadic attempts to flirt with you. No, it was the scent that stuck to his sweater, a scent that subconsciously made you hug him and cuddle against him, seeking closeness and near- which surely got you some mocking comments from him like: “Ya wanna give us a try, princess?”, “Am I that irresistible? Just say it and I’m all yours,”- but you could only focus on the addicting scent that stuck to him. Whose scent was it? That managed to kickstart your heat with just a faint note as that??

“Miss? Are you okay?” A woman next to you politely asks and tries to touch your hand- but immediately pulls back after taking a deep sniff. “Fuck- you’re in heat.” A growl leaves her lips, and you quickly recognize her as an alpha- the urge to beg for her to help you relieve your needs is almost killing you, and you look at each other intently, your chest raising heavily, and your head is leaning closer to take in her strong alpha scent. She suddenly presses you against the door of the subway, caging you between her arms and leans her face closer to your neck to deeply inhale your scent. A whimper escapes your lips, and you expose your neck submissively- hardly holding back at this point.

“Omega- get home. You’re unmated.” You barely realize how she clenches her fists, fighting the urge to pull you closer but instead releases your body when the subway comes to halt. Your legs are tightly pressed together but you somehow manage to exit and stumble towards the direction of your home. It’s just a short walk to your apartment, but it feels like an eternity, when your body is aching and burning like fire. A thin layer of sweat is covering your body, your panties sticking to your core, and the desire to give yourself some relief and pushing your fingers in your wet heat is driving you insane. You’re lucky that you barely meet people on the street, you know that it’s dangerous to walk around smelling like you do now. Like an omega in heat.

Your fingers tremble when you get the keys out of your pocket, constant whimpers leaving yous lips, and you sink to your knees as soon as you managed to open the lock. “Please”- you whine, not sure what or who you’re begging for- when a wave of the faintly familiar scent suddenly hits you. Your eyes dart around, searching for the source in a haze, when you realize a familiar figure, one you didn’t expect to see at your apartment, definitely not at this hour.

Atsumu. 

“Fuck- y/n-” a growl leaves his lips, his body tensing when he realizes the state you’re in. His instincts take over and he gets on his knees, pressing your body against the opened door frame and burying his face in your neck. “Atsumu- I need help,” you whimper and grab the back of his head to keep him close, to keep his alpha scent close. His body is trembling just like yours, and he releases another growl, one that makes his chest vibrate and go right to your needy core. His scent is pulling you towards him, your omega instincts screaming in your body to get him to fuck you- until another scent hits you. 

Not the faint note of the scent on Atsumu’s shirt. No. 

The very source of it.

“Let me go- I’m gonna kill you, Atsumu, for real- Get the fuck off her. Now-” 

You barely realize the three other men standing behind Atsumu, one, struggling and fighting, currently being held back by the two other men- all of their scents identifying them as alphas, one of them even mated already. The one on the middle though- he’s the source of the scent. You’re sure about that the second you look at him, your body instantly recognizing and reacting to his smell. He’s the reason for your heat- and the smell coming from him tells you how much you affect him too. He’s just about to enter his rut, considering how strong his scent is to you.

Atsumu hesitantly pulls back at his words, making space for the dark-haired in front of you- and you only have a second to take in the handsome view of him- dark hair with broad shoulders, his eyes dark and surprisingly expressive, his muscular thighs exposed under the shorts he’s wearing- before he yanks the other two men away and strides towards your direction. The second he falls to his knees and cages your body between his arms you know instantly who he is- 

Your mate.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #Suna #suna x reader #suna smut #so... #Suna won xD #part II tomorrow #with the real spicy part hehe~ #I actually hit the gym today and almost died omg #but don't worry! I'm free tomorrow and more than willing to make it as spicy as I can #and also #LOVE YA <3 #it's actually 4 am omg #I hope it's readable

[xkaidaxxxx]

Masterlist

not sure which ones are Nsfw the mentions with show it !

JJK

Megumi

Love story

Almost getting caught using a vibrator nsfw

Megumi x Chubby reader Pt.1

Megumi x Chubby reader Pt.2

Sexist Megumi No No

Itadori

Pregnancy NSFW

Yuji x Chubby reader

Hidden love

Gojo

Gojo’s Best friend Y/n nsfw

A person worth loving

In between Gojo’s legs nsfw

Nanami

Husband Nanami x fiancée ft. Gojo

Multiple

Taking V card away

Miscarriage

Gojo and Nanami cheating

MHA

Hawks

Fake love pt.1

Shoto

Let’s meet up online date

Bakugou

Y/n’s a liar?

Eligible Bakugou

Denki

Denki’s Party!

YU-GI-OH

Jack Atlas

Royalty

Jack Atlas confessed

Alpha Atlas x Omega reader

Yusei Fudo

Yusei Fudo found you

Yusei x Chubby reader pt.1

Yusei x Chubby reader pt.2

Joey Wheeler

Survive

Avatar the last air bender

Aang

Aang x Chubby reader

Aang x Platonic reader

Zuko

Zuko x Chubby reader pt.1

Zuko x Chubby reader pt.2

Zuko Betrayal

Azula

Second Chance

Attack on Titan

Levi

Before the Rumbling

Eren

Before the Rumbling

Haikyuu

Oikawa

Oikawa and his hidden girl

Miya Atsumu

Shitty practice nsfw

kuroo tetsuro

The man

Multiple

Alpha Kuroo Omega reader Alpha Oikawa

#fanfiction #anime #anime and manga #fanfic

[hinahaikyuu]

smau. My Baby’s Baby.

wonderful banner made by @celcero​ /  @tsukina​

Growing up with the twins was an experience, you knew almost everything about them. Including the fact, Atsumu Miya didn’t want a kid, and that was fine. When you got pregnant as close knit friends with benefits, you weren’t going to force him be a dad, but you were surprised when his twin jumped in the moment he got the news. 

Reader x Miya Twins

MDNI. 

all works owned by @hinahaikyuu​— please do not plagiarize, copy or modify my works.  

Release Date: June 20th. 

taglist: OPEN

@onigirintarou​ @bokutokiya @moonlit-mizukage​​ @thisbicc @kitsunekanojo @em0tor4 @callmekda​ @ssuna​ @alpha-mommy69 @tripleoyaa @pana-dolle @kaaay-renee @jojowantstocry @julfdm @whyamihere-bro

support squad | the babysitters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

? ? ?

#hq smau #haikyu smau #haikyuu smau #inarizaki smau #inarizaki high #kita x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #sakusa x reader #bokuto x reader #kiyoko x reader #sugawara x reader #akaashi x reader #tanaka x reader #karasuno x reader #inarizaki x reader #reader x inzarizaki #reader x atsumu #reader x osamu #reader x kita #reader x sakusa #reader x bokuto #reader x sugawara #reader x kiyoko #reader x tanaka #reader x akaashi #sugawara koshi #sakusa kiyoomi #osamu miya #miya osamu

[sugamamacustard]

Rut

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW

Request: Hi, custard💕 your writing is soso wonderful! Can I request headcanons about alpha!Kuroo, alpha!Atsumu, alpha!Sakusa (separately) going into rut with his fem!omega!S/O?

Summary: You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Author’s Note: Holy wow guys, going through my requests, there’s a lot of Sakusa ones. So I caved and decided this is a good a place as any to start with him! And thank you so much! 

I’m vibrating bc I just got accepted into Uni and just-

Requests: Open!

WARNING: Smut, Daddy Kink in Atsumu, slight bondage in Sakusa’s. Please give me some daddy kink asks

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵Ah yes, thirst asks. One of my favorites- even if I try keeping up the innocent writer façade. I’m not. My other blog has some filthy smut on it. 

➵ Anyway, moving on. 

➵    Kuroo is a rough lover as is. He teases, he drags you along a long, long road for you orgasm, pounding you into the mattress. and drawing all sorts of pathetic mewls out of you.

➵It’s okay to drool.

➵It’s just his alpha instincts that make him want to mark you from tit to toe. 

➵He, on a normal basis, bites you and claws your hips anyway, but when his rut hits?

➵He’s feral. 

➵ There will be bite marks littered up and down your spine and bruises practically imprinted on your hips. 

➵You better believe you are not leaving your nest until his rut is done. You are stuck. 

➵Though he’s always ears open incase you need to tap out, his alpha always always putting you first.

➵But if you stick through it?

➵He is rough and feral and pounding into your poor abused entrance until your sobbing. 

➵ You most likely have to plan for his rut two weeks in advance 

➵Which is hard between dancing around his pre-rut symptoms and prepping yourself for what is sure to be a week of pure, filthy sex. 

➵Okay let’s side bar into Pre-rut bc I don’t think I went into a lot. 

➵Tetsuro’s Pre-rut isn’t terrible. He mostly just sticks around as often as he can, growling at anyone who steps too close to you, feeding you his lunch, scenting you constantly. 

➵Definitely one of the better ones to have during this time, I tell ya. 

➵But of course, he makes it a little difficult while your trying to discreetly stock up on easy grab snacks and water jugs. 

➵Kenma helps out a lot though, he honestly is probably your best friend is your dating Kuroo.

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The hand around your throat kept you pinned to the plush bottom of your nest. Your mewls and moans were muffled but at this point you couldn’t hear them, even if you wanted too, through the blood rushing through your ears. Your hips hurt with how hard Tetsuro was gripping them, pulling you in time with his thrusts. 

“Fuck kitten.” His growl had you gushing slick around his cock, making him, in turn, growl lower. His hips were moving at such a rapid pace, you couldn’t see them, even if you wanted to. All you could do was feel his cock drag in and out of your gushing hole, pleasure wringing your stomach like a wet towel. 

“Alpha- Alpha, gonna- gonna cum on your- your- holy FUCK-” You turned your head to bite the pillows beneath you, feeling yourself tighten around Tetsuro. He sunk his teeth into your mating mark, making you gasp as you came with a loud whimper, pushing back onto him as he continued fucking you within an inch of any actual thoughts. 

Just your alpha and how good he was making you feel. 

You felt his hips still as a warm load of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim and making you hum in bliss.  Tetsuro chuckled, unlatching from your neck and lapping at the pearls of blood poking through. He allowed you to catch your breath before pulling you to sit on his thighs, cock still buried deep inside of you-- his knot just barely staying out. 

“Good kitten. Now, let’s see if I can fuck some pups into you.”

Atsumu Miya

➵Alright, let’s set the seeds of how I imagine one of the Miya’s in bed. 

➵Atsumu absolutely adores the earth you walk on. 

➵Even if he had to fight Osamu for you in the beginning. It was all worth it. 

➵He treated you well, worshipping you in bed. There is never a time he hasn’t had you quivering because of his tongue. 

➵He, however, is also such an asshole in the bedroom. 

➵Like yes, he’s pulling you to sit on his face, but yes, he’s also edging you until your sobbing and grinding your self against him. 

➵If your riding him, he’s suddenly holding your hips down and making you cockwarm him while he does some sort of shit on his phone. 

➵If he’s holding you missionary, he can just as quickly can pull you into a mating press, locking your arms between your chest and knees, absolutely pounding into your poor entrance. 

➵ So while Atsumu can be generous and can absolutely worship you, he also can and will be a huge asshole. 

➵His rut doesn’t make it any better. 

➵He just gets worse.  

➵He either makes you sob with pleasure or beg for something. 

➵Like, you thought Atsumu would be the horny, needy, whiny one?

➵You thought wrong. Atsumu knows exactly how to turn his hormones against you, make them work for him

➵Side bar once more: Atsumu’s pre-rut? SUCKS-

➵Sorry not sorry. 

➵This man prolly doesn’t realize his rut is approaching until you pop into the gym, excusing him from practice for the week.

➵He doesn’t care about it before that. Sorry man.

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“Is your alpha’s cock not enough for you?” His voice was silky as he hissed at you, fingers clawing at your hips, keeping you perched just above his knot. “I thought I was the horny one.” 

You whimpered above him, hands clawing his shoulders as you struggled to hold yourself up. You didn’t want to disappoint daddy, did you?

A harsh smack to your ass had you yelping, throwing your head back as you cried out a mix between a chirp and a moan. 

“Answer Daddy when he’s talking to you.” 

“I’m sorry Daddy- so sorry! I promise to be good. Be good for Daddy. Patient and good. Daddy’s cock fills me so nicely-”  You yelped when another smack stung your ass cheeks, making you shut your mouth. 

Atsumu grumbled into your chest, loosening his grip ever so slightly before pulling you up, quickly slamming you down before repeating the process. He ignored any protest you gave, instead chasing his own release. Slick dripped between your thighs, coating his own thighs as well. 

“Is my prince(ss) making a mess of themselves?” He snickered, keeping his pace as you built up to your orgasm. You nodded wildly, trying to keep up with his brutal pace. 

“Just for daddy!” You yelped, throwing your head onto his shoulder. “Daddy- gonna-gonna cum!” 

You nearly cried when he stopped, feeling him chuckle into your chest.  

“Not yet, sweet cheeks. After all...This week is all about daddy.” 

Kiyoomi Sakusa

➵Sakusa, Sakusa, Sakusa. Where do I begin with you sweet prince. 

➵ You know what, we’ll start with our sidebar. 

➵It’s not you prepping. It’s him. He like- hardcore- nests. Like he’s the alpha, yeah, but there’s so many things he has to prep.

➵Like your nest? All the blankets have to be sanitized and re-scented and the pillows have to be washed and re fluffed-

➵His room (Where you keep one of many nests) has to be cleaned and reorganized and he has to restock your snack stash and purify the water jugs-

➵God he just has so much to do okay-

➵Sex itself is just a lot of work for poor Sakusa.

➵He’s come a long way though. 

➵Only for you though. 

➵I can imagine Omi being super into Toys because less... ya know... 

➵He’ll still fuck you until your knees wobble and knock together, but he’s also into the little bullet vibrators that he can hold onto your nipples or clit (Dependent) 

➵His rut makes these unacceptable. His alpha won’t allow it. 

➵He can pleasure you just fine without the use of toys, 

➵I can also imagine he’d be super into, like, face to face positions so he focus on your beautiful features instead on the mess below you guys. 

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Your wrists were bound above your head with your knees pressed to your chest. The smell of alcohol was pungent under the stench of sex, making your nose scrunch.  Omi was keeping you pinned, thrusting in slow, calculated thrusts, grinding against you with ever pull. 

You were whimpering with every pull and push of Omi’s cock against your walls, teasing you in the most aggravating, but delicious, way.   

You could see the way he eyes your every reaction, beautiful eyes blown with lust tracing every facial feature of yours. Watching every reaction you gave him. Watching you. 

He grunted when your walls clutched him a little too tightly, slowing his thrusts a little more. “So good to me omega, letting me use you any way I want. “ 

He hissed when the praise seemed to do nothing but clutch him tighter, teetering him even closer to the edge. He wouldn’t give in, pulling out completely, instead replacing his dick with his fingers and teasing your sweet spot (He could practically pinpoint it at this point). 

Slick coated his fingers, making him smirk as you withered against him. Turns out, you were just as close as he was, if not closer.  

“Now, let’s see how good I can be to you.”

#alpha/beta/omega #a/b/o #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha/beta/omega AU #A/B/O verse #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu omegaverse #alpha kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #alpha kuroo x omega reader #kuroo x y/n #alpha atsumu miya #alpha atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x reader #alpha atsumu miya x omega reader #alpha Sakusa x omega reader #alpha sakusa kiyoomi x omega reader #alpha sakusa #alpha sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #Sakusa x reader #custard writes #this was so fun #im exposing myself but oh well

[haikyuucute]

I saw that your asks are open and I am obsessed with your omegaverse stories (especially the Ushijima Untameable series!) and HC’s ❤️ So I was wondering if you would do an alpha!Atsumu with an omega that doesn’t like him at first but they’re both so overwhelmed by each other’s scents that it is inevitable that they would become mates. I’m still new to omegaverse fics so I’m not sure if that’s even a thing? I just want alpha!Atsumu and to tell you I love your work! -B

A/N: of course that can be a thing! Thank you so much btw!!

Selfish

Warning: hurt/comfort, reader gets depressed

When the words were first spoken to you, you didn’t know what to think.

You had spent so long resenting him with every fiber of your being, rejecting confession after confession, that you didn’t know how to react when Atsumu just... gave up.

You were still standing left in shock, feet glued to the pavement as you stared ahead blankly after he had already gone into the gym.

You weren’t used to fighting with him. Some arguments here and there when he got frustrated from your constant rejection but he had never raised his voice at you.

Your legs felt like lead as you forced them to move, playing his words over and over again in your head.

‘Ya know what? Fine. Ya want me to leave ya alone, ya got yer wish. I’m done.’

You’d never admit it, but you felt your heart break with those words.

You felt numb as you walked home.

—

Soulmates.

You never thought much of the word until you met Atsumu.

It was rare, but it happened. Two mates that were simply made for each other, easily indicated by how intoxicating the others scent was.

You never thought you’d be one of those people to have a soulmate but here you were.

His scent was like nothing else, hints of sandalwood, deep, warm, and woody. Every time he was near, it felt as if it wrapped you in a blanket and made you feel comfortable and safe. The scent invaded your dreams at night. You even missed his scent when he wasn’t near. And you knew he had very similar feelings about you and your own scent if his yearning gaze was any indication and the fact that you’re pretty sure he stole your sweater from your seat one day.

The only thing though, was that he was just so infuriating.

He was selfish, egotistical, condescending, and a liar— how you were expected to become mates with an alpha like that was beyond you.

Not once did you waver in your decision to not be his mate, but now.... you didn’t know anymore.

You should’ve been relieved, elated even, that he had given up. It was only the one thing you asked of him since he set his eyes on you after all. But now everything was just so confusing...

You felt a migraine coming on.

”Hm, that’s weird,” your best friend, muttered curiously. Lunch had just started and instead of Atsumu coming towards your desk like usual, he instead just left, most likely to the gym. “What’s up with Atsumu?” She raised a brow, turning towards you. “He never just leaves.”

You shrugged, keeping your eyes trained on the class work in front of you, “Said he was done pursuing me.”

”W-wait, really!?” She practically shot out of her seat in surprise. “So— wait, that’s a good thing? Right...?” She asked carefully. She knew better than anyone just how much you disliked Atsumu but still— he was your soulmate.

”’Course, it’s what I’ve been asking him to do,” you mumbled quietly.

Yuki eyed you carefully, “Alright...” she hummed softly, not believing you for a second.

After the next few days you came to a conclusion.

Maybe you were just as bad as Atsumu for all the things you faulted him for.

You had been looking down on him for all this time, too proud to accept him as your mate because he wasn’t to your own standards. And just when he decides to give up on you and move on, sparing himself from the constant heart break, you finally realized you made a mistake.

You were selfish.

The next few days in school you had been moping around, barely paying any attention in class. Your gaze glued to Atsumu every moment he was near.

You noticed how different his scent was lately and you knew yours was different as well— he was upset and you were distressed. 

It took all of your self control to not go near him and cling to him until both your scents returned to normal.

You had no idea how he was managing to stay away from you too. But you had to hand it to him, he was a very stubborn alpha.

Soon it had been three weeks of complete silence on his end and finally— finally you had reached your breaking point after the day you were having.

To start it off, you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. The previous day you caught Atsumu flirting with a couple omegas and the thought of him actually moving on had haunted you all night. 

It had only gotten worse after realizing you forgot to make lunch and didn’t have any money.

But what would’ve been the icing on the cake was when your adviser called you in—

”(L/N)-san,” your adviser sighed, “What’s been going on, you completely flunked these last exams.”

“Sorry, I’ve been dealing... with some stuff.”

They sighed again, shaking their head, “Well, you’re going to have to take supplementary classes to make up these exams next weekend.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Next weekend? But I have a performance with the music club...”

“I don’t know what to tell you, (L/N)-san. Your studies come first, understood? Please study hard for your makeup exams.”

You bit your lip, nodding as you held back the frustrated tears pricking at your eyes, before promptly leaving.

Again though, that would’ve been the icing on the cake if it wasn’t for the fact that you had to walk home in the rain... realizing you forgot your umbrella.

You shivered in the cold rain, completely soaked. The tears that ran down your face mixed with the falling rain. The sun hidden by the dark clouds.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you knew it wasn’t your home. You were only running on instinct now.

It wasn’t until you found yourself outside a house with the name ‘Miya’ that you realized what you were doing.

You rang the bell.

You truly were a selfish person.

You waited anxiously for the door to open and when it did, it revealed the person you were looking for.

Atsumu stood frozen, shocked at the sight of you.

You sniffled, “... P-please don’t s-stop liking me, I’m sorry.”

Atsumu ran a hand through his hair, a shaky breath escaping him. “Took ya long enough. C’mere.”

He extended a hand out to you. You didn’t hesitate to place your hand in his, an instant spark and warm feeling flooding within you and despite the fact you were soaked, he pulled you into him and cradled the back of your head close to his neck.

You sobbed in relief as his warm scent wrapped around you and you clung onto him tightly.

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I don’t think I’ll be doing taglists anymore, sowwy 🥺 (I will for series tho)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #Omegaverse #haikyuu omegaverse #Miya Atsumu #Miya #Atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya x reader #Atsumu x reader #alpha!atsumu #alpha!atsumu x omega!reader

[babylaniiz]

pairing: astumu x reader / omegaverse 

words: 721

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y/n and atsumu is a fated pair and it has always been that way since middle school

it happens when y/n transfer to his middle school in the middle of the year because of her parent work and since the first day of school he has announce that y/n is his fated pair

“you!!” shouted a kid while y/n were introducing herself to the class

“y-yes” confuse as he hopped out of his sit and ran toward y/n grasping her hand into his

“you’re the one, you’re my fated one” he claims

And since from that day not a single year go by without his whining for y/n to bond with him

Even now they are a high school student he would try in every possible way to please y/n

He would fill y/n with gifted for every special day, hang out with y/n every single day, and chase out every guy that come too close to y/n for his liking

Sadly, none of that make y/n agree to be his bond, yet his girlfriend

It was not that they were dating, he didn’t ask y/n out. However, every single person just assumes at they are both dating due to atsumu introduce himself as y/n fated one to everyone he meets  

Atsumu is popular, every single girl in his class would fall for him and due to this y/n is not welcome by his fans. Lucky, they aren’t able to do anything as Osamu always keep an eye on them, and they would not want to get on the Miya bad side

“at least that what I can do, my brother is an idiot” that what Osamu would say. Osamu actually enjoy being with her and doesn’t mind if she became his sister, rather he would much happily welcome her

For y/n it was not that she doesn’t like Atsumu, similar to him since the first time they meet she also knew that he was her fated. She doesn’t deny it, but she also doesn’t accept it either. She doesn’t want to follow her instinct just because he was an alpha and she was an omega. She would not give in, but that was only until her high school years when she found out that it was not only her instinct that telling her, but also how her heart beats so fast every time she sees him. Those bright shining eyes that always spark whenever he saw her, and the smile that could make everybody smile along with him always send butterfly into her stomach

“y/n is quite cute don’t you think so”

“yeah”

Atsumu was in the middle of his class as he overheard his classmate conversation, and just about the bell ring

“would you mind” he asked those boy

“play nicely” shouted Osamu only to be wave back by him

“what the hell dude, it was not you were going out with her” complain his classmate as he was being push onto the wall down the hall by astumu

“huh?” confuse astumu, now grabbing into his collar

“you never ask her out, not like you are dating” complaining as he was trying to break free from his strong grip  

“we see about that” replied atsumu now letting him go, and graining back at him who was now sitting on the floor

Straight right after school, atsumu is running down the hallway looking for y/n. Where he found her alone in her class packing up  

“ne y/n” he called her as he walked into the class

“why are you here, don’t you have practic-“

“be my girlfriend” he announces as he stops right in front of her

“huh?” confuse as she slightly blushes

“wait-what-I mean, why” as she turns her back to atsumu

“what do you mean why-“confuse as why she turnaround from him, but his answer to be answer by seeing her reded ear form behind

He grins as he walked closer to her quietly and hug her from behind only to surprise her

“you never ask me out”

“hmm”

“always announcing I’m your fated”

“hmm”

“you are a bastard”

“so, be my girlfriend” as she turns her head to look at him from behind only to see him grinning down at her

“I hate you”

“I love you too” he shouted as he tightly hugs her, and rubs his cheek on hers

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Extra: on the next day y/n was confused with everyone looking at her strangely, some were surprise while others are sad

“Osamu” she called into him as she saw him down the hallway

“why everyone looked at me strangely today” she asked confuse

“well, you stink”

“really-” as she sniffs her cloths

“you stink of my brother pheromone” he replied with now one hand covering his nose, with now blushing mess y/n  

#atsum #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu fluff #miya astumu #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #atsumu alpha #atsumu oneshot #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu #omega #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha #omegaverse #atsumu x reader

[specialgrades]

"caught red handed." - miya atsumu.

omega!miya atsumu x top!reader

wc: 1.4k 🥴 oopsie daisy

summary: it's all bullshit. social higharchy my ass. but the sweet omega smell of the blonde miya twin and the flushed stare he gave you gets the setter in a very, interesting, position.

cw: con noncon, somnophilia, a/b/o dynamics, weed use/mentions, breeding, belly bulge, gangbang mention, voyeurism if you squint, degradation, light feminization (calling ass a cunt), mild dumbification, brat!atsumu if you squint

a/n: i do not remember the last time i ever published my work please bare with me lol. i've also only watched like two episodes of haikyuu. not proofread, its 9:00 AM and i haven't slept

IMPORTANT: I NO LONGER WRITE FOR HAIKYUU

it's all bullshit.

thats what you told yourself, watching everyone have their coming of age moments. alpha this, omega that. it was a crock of shit.

the social aspect at least. the physical aspect was all too real. the girls in your college algebra class talked about the different suppressors they were put on, and the boys bullied the few omega males in the locker room when their scent was overwhelming.

you couldn't really care for it. social higharchy was never something that interested you. your sister dubbed you a sigma when you shared this with her; thus yelling at her to fuck off.

it made sense. you could be an alpha if you really tried, but cared more about getting high than being an upstanding citizen. it was alright, you didn't mind.

spring was hell for everyone. people often missed school and work for one reason or another during it. it got to the point that spring break got extended and applied to the work force to accommodate.

you took this chance to chill with your friends and fuck around. it was dubbed osamu's turn to host.

only now was that seeming to be a horrible idea.

atsumu, osamu's twin brother, was stuck at home doubling up doses for the spring time. osamu told him to not leave his room while his friends were over; if the faint omega smell wasn't enough to rile up a group of delinquents.

atsumu was horrible at following instructions. after about the fourth blunt rotation the smell of weed seemed to disappear. the sweet smell of an unmarked omega wafted through the apartment.

"i'm only here to get a drink man, piss off." he told his twin, desperately trying to ignore the hungry eyes on him.

atsumu was known for masking his omega-ness. he didn't pretend he wasn't one, no, just avoided the concept like the plague. spring time made it almost impossible for him to keep that facade up.

"you stink, 'sumu." osamu spoke, jokingly pinching his nose. atsumu rolled his eyes, grabbing a soda can from the fridge. "at least i don't reak of weed." he combated. he took a glance at the group in the living room and felt small under the gaze of his brothers friends. his eyes caught yours, and his breath caught in his throat.

you weren't an alpha, right? the only alpha in the room was his brother. everyone else was a beta or some other. but god, his knees almost buckled under your gaze.

the sleezy smile you sent him made blood rush south. he couldn't move, and you wouldn't stop staring.

"oi, stop eye fucking my brother, (Y/N)." osamu smacked you upside the head, not focusing long enough to notice the wink you shoot atsumu. he makes a b-line to his room, shutting the door behind him.

everything felt hot. have you always been that, attractive? he's seen you at their volleyball games, hunched over in the bleachers and ragging on his brother afterwards. why did he feel this way now?

atsumu has been through enough springs to know the only way to fix this by himself. still against the door, his hand shakily went under his sweats. he barely grazed his cock and he moaned, his free hand flying over his mouth. he paused, listening for any hints that someone heard him, before fishing his small cock out of his sweats.

it took all he had to not moan like a whore just to his own stimulation. it became increasingly more difficult as his brain wandered.

what if it was your hand fisting his cock? what would you tell him when you forced his smaller body on your knot? how would you smell as you used him?

he didn't even notice he was getting louder, his hand doing little to muffle any sounds he made. "(Y-Y/N)- fuck! please!" he whined, bucking his hips to meet his hand.

he came for the first time that evening whimpering your name, knees threatening to buckle as he did.

if only he knew the smirk on your face as you heard his wonton moans on your way to the bathroom.

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a lot of weed and bad horror films took out a lot on your little posse. osamu and you being the only ones remaining. osamu told you to not fuck anything up, he was going to his room. the mumbled affirmation you sent him was all he needed before disappearing down the hallway. you waited for the click of the door locking before standing.

maybe it was the weed talking. maybe the sleep deprivation from midterms. you couldn't put a finger on what pulled you to the blonde miya twin's room.

he looked so cute sleeping. all sprawled out with the blanket barely even covering him. he slept nude, it was like he knew you were gonna fuck him!

silently tugging your pants open, hand slowly jacking your cock to full mast as you positioned between the legs of the starfished setter.

three fingers later and atsumu was still fast asleep. his little omega cock now leaking precum and slick covering his puckered hole allowed you to deem him ready.

pushing the tip in, he finally stirred. his eyes squeezed tighter and tried to push away from you. "shh, it's okay baby." you whispered, pushing hair out of his face. something in you pushed forward, everything up to the thick knot at the base inside of the sleeping miya boy.

well, previously sleeping. the intrusion making his eyes flutter open. blinking away the sleep in his eyes, he realized what was happening. when he did, he started to fight back.

"hey hey, shh baby. you want this, don'tcha? otherwise you wouldn'tve been jacking your little cock to the thought of me earlier." his eyes widened at your words, and kept trying to push you off of him. his hands pushing at your hips and lips pouting.

how cute.

swiftly pinning his wrists above his head with one hand and holding his hips down with the other, you stared into his eyes. the moonlight caught his blown pupils perfectly; illuminating the cocky smirk that formed on your face just right for him too.

he yelped when you pulled back and slammed back in. not breaking eye contact, his body thrashed as you thrusted your cock into his tight little cunt. he resisted the best he could, but the way his cunt clenched around your cock told you he was loving every second of this.

it didn't take long for him to stop thrashing, whining and moaning as you abused his prostate. he felt your hand go to his tummy, rubbing the bulge that appeared every time you thrusted into him. the knowledge made him moan out loud.

"keep that up and your brother will catch us, baby. or worse, one of the others in the living room. don't think i could stop them from further destroying you if they saw us." atsumu whined in response. "or would you like that? taking multiple knots to satisfy your omega cunt?" he glared at you but clenched harder at your words. "such a slutty cunt, omega. you know what? be loud. let everyone know who's cock you're losing yourself to." atsumu opened his mouth to talk, only weak whimpers leaving his throat.

"did i already fuck you stupid? oh baby, you're too cute. babbling like an idiot on my cock." he shook his head. "'m not an idiot." he barely managed. a chuckle verbarated in your chest.

"no, you're not are you? you're no idiot, you're a dumb whore f'me." the setter whined again, hips pushing back against your thrusts. he bit his lip to muffle his cries as he came.

"dumb whore came just from some mean words? pathetic." he could feel your knot swelling every time you thrusted in his hole. he nearly came again just from the thought of you knotting him.

"'m gonna give you my pups, 'tsumu." you breathed, thrusts starting to falter slightly. "all mine?" he weakly asked. you smiled and cupped his cheek.

"yeah, all for you 'tsu." for the first time that night you kissed him, finally thrusting your knot into his tight heat, swallowing his moans as you filled him with your cum. he felt so warm and full, euphoric. he came again with you.

he went to push away, thinking you were done. your stronger arms pushed him back down.

"who said we were done, baby? gotta make sure it sticks, right?"

#✏️ ; works. #cw: noncon #cw: somno #cw: a/b/o #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu miya x male reader #atsumu miya x top male reader #atsumu miya smut #dark male reader #dark content #dark blog #dark smut #dark male reader smut #top male reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu smut

[teamatsumu]

primal. (miya osamu x reader)

word count: 2586

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, fem!omega reader, porn with minimal plot, swearing, typical omegaverse jargon (scent, heat, rut, slick, knot)

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose

This was getting ridiculous.

Three whole days Osamu had not spoken to you. And for what? Because of a stupid argument you had about his new menu? In your mind, if he didn't want constructive criticism, he really should not have asked you for your opinion.

(You tried to ignore the gnawing guilt you felt that maybe you had been too harsh.)

But still, was it worth being this upset about? He hadn't replied to any of your messages. His phone was going straight to voicemail, and to top it off, even Atsumu hadn't heard from him. The blond twin had told you to just give him some space, and that he was ‘going through it’. But you scoffed. What exactly was he going through? All this over a controversial menu item? You didn't know Osamu could be so unreasonable over something so stupid.

Which is why you were standing at his door now, knocking for the last ten fucking minutes, while he didn't even bother to respond or open up. Your knocking had now progressed to vicious pounding, and you didn't give a shit if the neighbours heard. You were pissed. Osamu was being a baby and not communicating with you and you would make him talk if it was the last thing you did.

“Open this fucking door, Osamu!” You shouted for the tenth time.

“Go away!” Finally. Now that Osamu had gotten tired of your incessant pounding, he had finally responded. Triumph coarsed through you.

“I knew you were in there!” One more smack on the wood. “Open up. Now!”

“I'm tellin’ ya to go away.” His voice sounded strained. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit.

“What's up with you?”

There was some shuffling, and then a pained groan. Your muscles stiffened in alarm.

“Samu?” You could feel your anger drain away, replaced by worry. “Are you okay? Open the door!”

“Just go away. Everythin’ is fine. I'm not mad at ya. I just need ya to…. get away.”

You couldn't ignore the pain in his voice anymore. You tried the doorknob again to no avail. “Please let me in. I'm getting worried.”

Silence again. You leaned against the door, your panic only building. “Samu, please.”

Your anger was non-existent now. It didn't matter to you whatever stupid fight you two had gotten into. Your paranoid mind was racing and all you could think about was a million different ways that Osamu might be hurt. If anything happened to him…

Your heart imperceptibly broke.

You had known Osamu since high school, when him and his brother would melt your brain with their unnecessary fighting and competition. He was young and naive then, with that godawful gray hair that he thankfully abandoned after high school, and an attitude so fiery it left most other people in the dust. You couldn't understand why you were so attracted to him at first glance, but then he presented as an Alpha mere months after you first met, and your attraction to him became quite clear.

More than anything else, Osamu was your close friend. He understood you in a way his twin didn't, and you liked to think you were a good friend to him too. You kept your feelings for him pretty tightly wrapped up in your heart, afraid that an Alpha like him wouldn't want you. He was desired widely by many, many omegas. And he had always turned them down. If all those prime omegas weren't good enough for him, you didn't stand a chance.

So you lived with him as your friend, because you would rather have that than nothing at all.

You knocked on the door again, more softly this time, knowing he was right on the other side. “Samu, please let me in. Let me see.”

There was a thunk. You assumed Osamu had leaned his forehead against the door. “Omega…”

It clicked in you, like gears fitting into place. Your heart raced. You shuffled closer to the door until there was no more space left. You sniffed carefully.

There was his scent, heady and musky, sandalwood and something you had come to associate only with Osamu. A scent you had loved for so long it made you want to buckle to your knees. It was strong, heavier than any time you had smelled it before. It made your eyes cross, your breath pause. Something in your core stirred.

“Your rut?” You mumbled. You knew he heard you.

Osamu groaned low in response. Your thighs clenched.

Over the years, you observed that Osamu's ruts were rare. Maybe once every three months. He would always disappear a few days beforehand, and didn't reappear until it was well over and done. Atsumu said that since his ruts were so spaced out, they would always hit really hard. So you tended to leave him alone until he reached out first, talking normally and as if nothing had happened, picking up where he left off.

In your anger and with your fight fresh in your mind, you didn't realize that Osamu had likely gone off the grid because of his rut, and not because he was ignoring you. Now you were standing here, mere inches from an Alpha in full rut, with your own core tightening and something wet slowly dripping down the crease of your thigh. Your inhibition was slowly dissipating the more you frantically tried to breathe his faint scent. Your omega purred and whined.

“I could help.” You dared say. “I could help you, Alpha.”

Another groan, low and desperate, and you felt like it was rattling through your very soul. You bit your lip hard, hand twitching to move between your thighs, but you remained frozen. Osamu didn't move away from the door. His pants grew louder, and then he whined.

“Are you sure?” His muffled voice came, almost broken with desire. He wanted- needed- you to say yes. You nodded vigorously even if he couldn't see you.

“Yes!”

Some thudding, clicking, and then he pulled open the door. Your breath caught at the sight of him.

He was gloriously shirtless, and his loose sweatpants were doing nothing to hide his problem either. His erection was obvious, straining and standing against the struggling material of his pants. It would look almost comical if you weren't horny out of your fucking mind right now. His bare torso shone with a thin layer of sweat. You bit your lip so hard you were sure you drew blood.

“Holy fuck, you smell good.” Osamu's nose, more sensitive with his rut, twitched. His eyelids fluttered, and he took in a deep breath. You stared at him some more, wondering if you were dreaming.

“What are ya standin’ there for? C’mere, Omega.”

He tugged on your arm, until your body was making contact with his. Your hands rested on his chest, and you could feel how rapidly his heart was beating. He leaned down until his face was mere inches from yours. His breath hit your lips, made them tingle. Your core clenched painfully. His scent got stronger.

“Ya sure ya want this?”

You didn’t even have the strength to nod, feeling lightheaded. You only tilted your face up until your lips brushed his. “Please.”

A breathy curse, and then he was kissing you. His arms wrapped tight around your back, like he was scared you would disappear, one hand gripping possessively over your hip. You suspected it would leave a bruise.

You wanted it to leave a bruise.

He left you breathless when your lips parted. He tugged you in further and shut the door with a loud bang, before pushing you back against it. The manhandling turned you on to no end, the thought that you were someone Osamu was about to use to satisfy himself. Your already aroused mind went wild at the notion and you arched into him when he crowded you against the door, lips meeting in a frenzy. He bit and licked your mouth raw, invading your mouth like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you. You dug your nails into his biceps, reveling in the feeling of him, of finally having him the way you wanted. Your panties were soaked through by now. Your inner thighs held the signs of your desire.

His lips traveled down your neck next, licking and biting, inhaling and exhaling as he scented you. His cock pressed into your hip and you let him satisfy his need to leave his mark on you, basking in his scent that mixed with yours and how he laid his claim on you, albeit temporarily. His hands gripped hard at your sides, pushing your shirt up to run over bare skin.

“Wanted this so bad.” He rasped, biting dangerously close to your scent gland, you leaned into the sting. “Every rut. Ya know how many times I’ve jerked off to ya?”

His accent was thick, his words slurred. You were sure he was completely gone by this point. You gripped his hair hard.

“Wanted you too, Alpha.” You whimpered back. “Touch me, god, please.”

Osamu lifted you up then, two strong hands grabbing your asscheeks and carrying you across the room to where his couch was located. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking the opportunity to lap and nip at his neck, scenting him back. Your drenched walls fluttered around nothing, crying and weeping for a nice, thick knot to fill you up.

You had a suspicion you wouldn’t have to wait long.

When Osamu dropped you on the couch, his hands immediately tugged on your clothes, pulling off your jeans and panties in one go. The fabric clung to you with how wet it was, and the air was cool on your burning skin. You used the moment to pull off your top until you were bare before him. Osamu kissed your calf, traveling up quickly with a few kisses laid on your skin. Your thigh, your stomach, the valley of your breasts, your jaw. He had tugged his sweats down already, and you felt something hard poke at your dripping entrance.

“Can’t wait, baby.” His voice trembled. “Need ya now. Need to knot ya so bad I’m gonna explode.”

And then he was sliding into your slicked up but unprepped pussy, carving his way through your spasming walls until a sharp pain went through you. You gasped at the glorious stretch, at your walls recognising an Alpha cock and opening up to accommodate him. Your wetness ran down your ass, likely soiling Osamu’s couch but you doubted he cared. He was cursing and whining in your ear, spine bending forward at the relief of finally sinking into a wet, ready cunt. His face was flushed a deep red, sweat building on his forehead. He sank into you to the base, your toes tingling with the sensation of being so full.

“Hold on, omega.” His last words. They almost sounded like a threat. Your breath caught.

Then he was gripping your hips and holding you down, before fucking into you hard and fast. You gasped at the sudden pace, legs pushed even further open as his cock repeatedly bullied itself into you. Your jaw went slack at the sensation, how he hit you so deep, sloppy noises filling the air along with your cries and his moans. His skin slapped hard against yours, leaving the inside of your thighs red and tender. His cock hit every spot just right. You felt your toes curl.

Osamu watched your reactions, nearly delirious himself, barely holding on by a thread.

“Feel good?”

You nodded frantically, fingernails scratching over his shoulders and arms. Osamu leaned down on his elbows, tongue poking out to lick at your lips every now and then.

“Tell me how good it feels. Tell me.”

“I-” You gasped and jolted with the force of his thrusts. Tears built up in your eyes and spilled down the sides of your face. “Can’t- can’t talk.”

“Yes you can.” His hand wound into the hair at the back of your head, tugging hard until you arched into him. “Say it. Say ya love my cock.”

“Love your cock.” You managed to wail, clamping down hard on him. He cursed and leaned down further, pace not even faltering in the slightest. His lips sealed themselves against the skin of your neck and he sucked hard.

“Tell me how bad ya want my knot.”

“Want it so bad.” You parroted, losing every coherent thought and just going along with what he was saying. Osamu continued to pound into you like he wasn’t even talking, like he wasn’t rearranging your guts or turning your legs to jelly. Like the base of his cock wasn’t rapidly swelling and catching on the rim of your hole.

Osamu pushed himself deep into you before stilling completely, and you nearly weeped in frustration.

“Tell me why ya deserve my knot.” He gritted, eyes meeting yours. Little golden flecks shown in his irises, and his incisors elongated below his bottom lip. He was deep, deep in the clutches of his rut. Combined with his messed up hair and flushed cheeks, he looked wild. Uninhibited. Dangerous. Your pleasure hit its very peak, teetering just over the edge, begging for that last push. You sobbed.

“Wanted you for so long.” You gasped and cried, tears pouring from your cheeks. “Wanted you to fuck me and knot me and give me your cum. Please, Alpha, please. I’ll be so good for you.”

Osamu groaned. Something in his eyes softened. He hooked a hand under your left knee and tugged it up, folding it against your torso. His cock pulled out before pushing back in, slowly picking up his pace again. You moaned loud, feeling your pit tighten up again.

“Why don’t ya cum fer me nice and hard, baby? Get me wet with your juice and then I’ll fill you up. Promise. I’ll shove this fat knot into your tiny little cunt. Just cum fer me, little omega.”

And you did. You arched into him, eyes rolling and arms seizing as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Electricity zipped through you and all air was punched out of your lungs until you felt that your very soul was leaving your body. You didn’t even register when Osamu groaned and stuttered in his pace, or when his knot swelled until it was bullied into your thoroughly fucked out and sore pussy. White hot cum filled your insides as he locked into you, hips flush against your own.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist as Osamu’s comforting weight settled on you. He licked and lapped at your neck softly, breathing into you until you were nothing but his scent, his touches, his marks. You panted and tried to catch your breath, legs trembling with aftershocks of the event. You could barely lift your arms to run over his bare back, but you managed. Osamu hummed at your soft touch.

All was silent beneath you two as the fog of his rut lifted. You could feel him slowly cool down, get pliant against you. You could almost sense his apprehension.

“Do ya regret it?”

You smiled slightly, staring up at the ceiling. “I meant it, Samu. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You could feel his own smile against your neck, his embrace around you tightening. “Me too.”

Your skin buzzed with warmth. While Osamu breathed softly against your neck, you let yourself drift into a quiet sleep.

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[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆.’

sakusa kiyoomi x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: lolol self-indulgent sakusa fic because i wanna breed him so bad. this is painfully horrible and short but hopefully enough to feed everyone for the time being!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, blindfold, overstimulation, breeding k., frat!au, gangbang, dubcon turned con, belly bulge, cum inflation, no aftercare, manipulation, sex slavery, implied somnophila.

joining the most prominent fraternity on campus was the last thing on his mind. sakusa struggled immensly when it came to social interaction, he even took extra precautions to avoid having to exchange any dialogue between peers. especially a bunch of guild boys who could barely keep their heads attached to their shoulders; but atsumu had somehow convinced him to give it a shot.

according to the miya twin, he needed to push past this boundaries and explore his comfort threshold a little more. the perfect place to do just that? a frat house. who's more loud and rowdy than a couple of douchebag adults trying to assert their alpha-ness by hosting a copious amount of house parties.

as much as he beseeched and argued against it, the frat scene had him hook, line and sinker. and soon, the unbearable pull of charming guys passing around pamphlets for recruitment day had caught up to him.

the hall of residence was a lot more alluring that media would lead on. he was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and charm of the home; the parade of shirtless guys crowding around the hobby room only added a sense of authenticity to the whole ordeal.

after he was plucked into the roster of other men trying their hand at slipping a way into the frat life of their dreams. the initiation was on the horizon, and sakusa’s overwhelming social anxiety from the day prior came flooding right back into his system. he had forgotten the most important rule about a brotherhood, proving your worth and loyalty to your new family.

the two paths you could choose to go down were no bed of roses— the first opportunity was to streak and sprint down the length of the campus yard. or a play special game, in which your fellow brothers would surprise you with.

no way in hell would he sacrifice his dignity by stripping down bare and humiliating himself in front of the entire university. his education was on the line, he had a reputation to uphold; the only option was to partake in whatever the sorority had waiting for him.

that's where you came in, merely handing the dark-haired male a piece of cloth to don around his eyes. the last thing he could recall about his surroundings was the eeriely warm yet sadistic expression you gave him— his vision melting into a blur of black when the blindfold made contact his skin.

“just find a place to sit on one of the couches, my brothers’ll be with you soon.” your tone was low and gravely, the remainder of his senses were heightened due to his loss of vision. his ears exploding with your voice and your voice only, he felt the flesh on his cheeks bleed from pink to red; praying you wouldn't notice his shift in attitude.

“ye- yeah.. okay, thanks.”

your footsteps faded into the backdrop, signalling him to begin his search for the couch. he'd rather die than have you watch him scramble around the room like a headless chicken. he stumbled around a little, as predicted— bumping into furniture here and there before his hips knocked into a pool table frequently used for beer pong.

his hands feel around the object in an attempt to slip past it, amongst all the chaos he's experiencing he's dimly aware of the presence of a group of people. the scuffling of shoes against the hardwood floors only solidify his suspicions, but before he's able to call out to you; or anyone. heavy pressure is placed atop his shoulder blades— the curve of hips lace into the divit of his ass until he's pressed against the table.

the silence drifting around the open space between your bodies isn't broken, nobody dare mumbles a sound. your broad palms slink up the underside of his shirt, keeping a painfully slow pace up his chest until your fingers pinch the first nipple they come in contact with. your free hand snakes around his hip and dips into the hem of his jeans before making it's way into the waistband of his boxers.

his body shudders desperately, thighs bucking forward as your fist pumps around the length of his twitching cock. by the time he can gasp out a flurry of winces, two fingers that weren't there previously, poke and prod around his rim. devilishly forcing his walls to mold around them and shape room for a few more.

both of your hands now find a home around his hips. your groin, which is positioned at his rear, ruts the outline of your erect bulge against his ass— plowing the multitude of fingers already planted inside of him, deeper. this only entails that the fingers now wrapped around his cock, teasing his chest, and sinking into the depths of his rectum all belong to a different set of people.

he once more unclamps his jaw to sputter out more nonsense, only moaning once the warm, wet agitation of lips suck a dark mark into the curve of his collarbone. he's overcome with bliss, marveling in the way each frat member simultaneously toys with his sensitive body.

an abundance of hands fumble with his zipper, unbuckling the leather around his waist— unlooping the material before tossing it aside. you shove his pants down past his calves, releasing your grip on him so that you're able to abandon your own set of clothes. there's more rustling of clothes and clinking of belt buckles and your hands return to him once more, binding his arms and shoulders while gently bending him onto the table.

bracing for impact, he's pleasantly astonished when his chin and shoulders sink into something soft and pillowy. you were kind enough to replace the hard surface beneath him with one of the sofa cushions, strengthening his trust in you.

with his body now calm and relaxed with aura around the six of you, you take a few moments to prepare your cock to breed your good little fuck toy.

hot breath teases the meek, male’s ear; your monstrous cock pressing into puckered hole only making the lewd torture of the situation worse.

“miya told us you'd like to become our little breeder sakusa, we've had our eye on you for awhile. is this true? do you want us to pump your little womb full of our children?”

atsumu? he was the one who had him in this position, such a trusted friend making him seem special enough to catch the attention of these compassionate boys? maybe he was born to be a slave for cock. atsumu wouldn't lie to him, would he?

oh poor kiyoomi, if only he saw right through that twisted facade.

you growl into the shell of his ear, he figures that you're the one who's bending over his back; threatening to breach his fertile hole. being the head of the frat, you got first dibs on all the fresh meat brought in, it's sad you'd have to share this one with your brothers.

there's nothing sakusa has to resist with, he whimpers out a few noises before you're rewarded with a barade of nods. a rise of chuckles and quiet exclamations from the group feed through his brain— apparently all of your peers are patiently waiting for their own couple of minutes with him. silent vulgarites phase past your teeth as you impatiently card a hand through his thick curls. plunging into the boy with one fluid motion, your cock vanishes from sight, disappearing inside of his stomach.

his ebony iris’ screw shut behind the blindfold. you can feel the way his womb parts just for your cock, the slimey g-spot of his is completely ignored as you push past it; the fat head of your cock mercilessly drilling into his belly. your cock is on full display, the layers of flesh seperating you from the outside world bend and jiggle around the outline of your shaft.

“i sure do hope you have enough room for all of our cum in there.” your thrusts don't falter, not daring to give his poor, ruined prostate a breather. “because we're not stopping until every single one of us has had a chance to knock you up!”

with those final words rolling off your tongue, your hips snapped long and harsh strokes into his twitching hole— cum bursting at the seams of your slit, balls tightening and enlarging as the pent up pleasure and lust readied the fat sacks for release. sakusa feels his tummy bloom with the first batch of warmth, sticky ropes of seed shoot right inside. perfectly filling him up in preparation for the next cock eager to breed his tight ass!

so wonderful, his womb feels so full and claimed! a bright and hot flush pools across his face; without warning the next cock sinks even deeper than the last. more of the groups genes passing through him, mating the frat’s new bitch over and over again. he's hit by a wave of orgasms after the second brother slams himself nice and deep, pumping his seed inside him once more. his asshole greedily opening and closing to filter as much thick cum as humanly possible into his intestines. before he's able to come to his senses, he's already chubby with semen; happily inviting the next member to come and breed his stupid body.

the entire night is flooded with sounds of hiccuping, skin on skin contact, and the leaking of cum being deposited right back into sakusa. the incredible feeling of his frat brothers groping and touching him up have him cumming time after time— all night he's shuddering as another orgasm passes through his frame.

once he's positively gushing with cum and reduced to nothing but an overstimulated puddle of arousal— you scoop up his limp, bloated body, collecting the rest of your buddies before carrying him to his very own dorm. labeling his room, the ‘breeding room’. the sorority didn't let him waste a dime of time rejuvenating his body with sleep. they didn't want their new play thing to go to waste; he was awoken multiple times during the wee hours of the night. cock fitted tightly between his lavish cheeks.

he was certainly going to love it here, nothing but a obedient puppet.

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[rocorambles]

Talk the Talk, Walk the Walk

Pairing: Atsumu x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dirty Talk

Summary: Atsumu proves that he knows exactly how to make you feel good

A/N: This is for the Bully Girls Club’s Summer Euphoria Collab. Masterlist to come~ Can’t wait to see how everyone in the server spices up my summer!

Your eyes appreciatively rake over sinewy muscles and tousled blonde hair as the setter in front of you easily tosses the ball on the beach volleyball court in plain view from the towel you’re situated on. But you scoff, blatantly rolling your eyes and making a point to look away when he senses your gaze and cockily smirks, sending a wink your way.

He’s eye candy for sure, but the arrogance leaves much to be desired.

But unlike you, Atsumu has always been attracted to a little bit of spice and his eyes light up in amusement when you sneer at him, already making note of where you’re seated so he can fast track towards you once this set is done.

The sun feels good on your face and you happily close your eyes, soaking in the rays...until you can’t anymore. You open your eyes, scowling as you look to see what or who’s interrupting your moment, only to be briefly shocked by a familiar face that’s irritatingly only more attractive close-up.

“I’m Miya Atsumu. Thought you might want to know the name of the person you were eyeing like a piece of meat.”

You don’t even get to retort before he’s plopping down beside you, far too comfortable, far too close, far too warm...Quickly shaking your head clear of traitorous thoughts, you finally find words again, indifferently dismissing him with a cool shrug of your shoulders.

“You’re nice to look at, but I’m not interested in boys who only care about making themselves feel good.”

You’re expecting the irritated flash at your snarky enunciation of that mocking word and now you’re just waiting for him to either leave or snarl at you with predictable alpha male howlings of exactly how good he’d make you feel.

But what you aren’t expecting is the way his body relaxes from its brief annoyed tension and the way he looks at you with half-lidded eyes and a playful grin.

“Tell me what makes you feel good then.”

You hate how easily your face heats up at the drawl in his voice, the way you fumble for words under his inquisitive stare. But the flicker of triumph you see in his eyes has you squaring up, too stubborn to back down from a challenge.

You meet him face to face, staring into his eyes as you lean in so closely that the tip of your noses gently brush, your breaths fanning against each other.

“It would be pretty boring if I had to spell it out for you, don’t you think, At-su-mu? Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

It’s your turn to gloat at the way his eyes widen when you plant a coquettish kiss on his lips, quickly parting and standing up before he can return it, shaking the sand off yourself and your belongings as you begin to pack up. But you giggle when he scrambles to his feet, shouting out a goodbye to the group he came with before matching your strides, grabbing your tote bag from you much to your pleasant surprise.

“Such a gentleman.”

“Can’t let you tire yourself out before I even do anything, can I?”

Atsumu’s tone is lighthearted, but there’s a hunger in his eyes that makes you shudder in anticipation and you sink into his touch as he wraps an arm around your waist. Calloused fingertips lazily circle your bare skin as he slips his digits under the hem of your shirt and you’re lulled by the soothing touch, only to gasp when his hand suddenly slips down, firmly squeezing one ass cheek in the palm of his hands.

“Rise and shine, babe. We’re here.”

And sure enough, you’re staring at an unassuming door, just one of many in the love hotel the two of you have impulsively chosen.

It had been all fun and games until this point, just harmless teasing and flirting, but as the handle turns and you step into the room, bed first and foremost in your vision, reality sinks in and you can feel your bravado shaking.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

Surprised, you spin your head in the man’s direction, caught off-guard by the consideration in his voice, racing heart calming a bit at the sincerity you see in his eyes. And suddenly it doesn’t seem so daunting anymore when you see the way Atsumu sheepishly rubs the back of his head, waiting for you to decide what happens next.

You’re quick to grab his hand, new found courage giving you the boost you need to pull him onto the plush surface with you, squealing when the two of you land in a tangled heap, Atsumu’s toned torso pinning yours to the bed.

There’s a sense of security, of rightness in the way his body molds to yours, and you eagerly wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in as he surges down to press his lips against yours, tongues immediately slipping past their pillowy boundaries to taste and tangle. You whimper as he continues his exploration, his conquest of you, leaving a wet trail in his wake as his tongue and mouth taste every expanse of your bare skin.

Clothes are shed and your nails dig into shoulders as he decorates your neck, collarbones, and the valley of your breasts, teeth sinking in deeper than they should at times. Yet you don’t care, not when the pain melds so deliciously with the pleasure, and you shamelessly rub and writhe against him as lips suck pert nipples, tongue flicking back and forth across the sensitive tips.

“Feeling good yet? Look at you, humping me like a bitch in heat and dripping down here.”

You can’t refute his words, not when you’re too busy whimpering, head thrown back, mouth open in an obscene o-shape as two fingers push your slick folds apart, sinking knuckles deep inside of you with minimal resistance.

All you know is euphoria, heat, the lewd sound of Atsumu’s fingers thrusting in and out of you rapidly, curling just right in a way that has you feeling every drag of his digits against your drenched walls. And then you’re falling apart when a thumb circles and rolls your clit, body trying to convulse but unable to, trapped the way it is under the athlete’s frame.

“Too much. Too much!”

You whimper and weakly grasp at Atsumu’s forearm with trembling hands, body twitching and spasming as overstimulation begins to wrack through you. But he doesn’t stop, cruelly only increasing his pace, a sadistic grin slicing his handsome features as you scream and sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head and drool trickling from the corner of your lips.

“But I proved that I can make you feel good. Don’t you think you owe me?”

An animalistic sound is torn from you as Atsumu swiftly replaces his fingers with his cock, stretching you far wider, sinking in much deeper than his fingers had, assaulting your already oversensitized cunt.

You don’t know how long you can take this, how much more you can take. Even breathing seems borderline impossible and you’re grasping and clawing at anything within reach, bedsheets, skin, leaving long red lines on sunkissed muscles.

Atsumu hisses, the pain of your nails slicing flesh only encouraging him to piston his hips even faster, even more viciously. And he watches as closely as he can between pleasured groans as your tight walls clamp around him, watching as you shatter to pieces underneath him, not even a hint of the mouthy brat he had met earlier left in you.

Pride and arousal lance through him at the fact that he’s the one who’s so completely ruined you, who’ll continue fucking you into a mindless mess all night. It’s so tempting to tease you more, to really draw this out despite how his own balls are tight and aching for release, to test the limit of his own physical boundaries, see just how long he can methodically rut in and out of you, watch you pass out split apart on his cock.

But he has all night long to take you apart over and over again and he gives in to the roar of his blood, the need to mark you inside and out, relentlessly sinking in and out of you, pace beginning to stutter, tempo becoming erratic. And finally he’s joining you over the edge, thick white spurts splattering your insides and adding to the mess between your legs.

There’s only the sounds of his pants and your soft sigh of relief and contentment as you finally get to rest, body sinking into the sweat soaked sheets underneath you, listless and tingling with the echoes of mind-numbing pleasure. But despite your utter exhaustion, your lips still quirk upwards in a lazy grin as Atsumu leans down, gently pressing his lips against yours in an affectionate kiss before collapsing to the side of you and curling against your prone figure.

“Get some rest while you can. The night’s still young and I fully intend on getting the most use out of the room I paid for.”

You snort, hand haphazardly swatting in Atsumu’s general direction, eyelids already drooping and submitting to the bone deep tiredness enveloping you, not needing to stay open when you can clearly imagine the shit-eating grin spread across the man’s face right now. But despite the internal roll of your eyes, you melt into the soothing warmth alongside your body, already looking forward to the next few rounds you’ll spend with the man beside you.

#haikyuu smut #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagines

[morallygreyyn]

☽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼☾

hey! I’m heather and welcome to my anime fantasies! a lot of posts on this blog will have elements of questionable behaviour as I do like to write morally grey people so bear that in mind when requesting a villain or a morally grey character! not much is off limits! all nsfw posts will feature a domme reader and even some sfw posts will have domme reader elements!

will not be accepting requests sent straight through to my dms! only accepting requests that go to my inbox! dms are for chats only! any request that is sent via dm will be ignored!

Rules are below the character list!

･༓☾ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈 ☽༓･

Haikyū!!

- Oikawa Tooru

- Kageyama Tobio

- Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo Tetsuro

- Goshiki Tsutomu

- Tendo Satori

- Akaashi Keji

- Miya Atsumu

- Miya Osamu

- Suna Rintaro

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Boku no Hero Academia

- Bakugo Katsuki

- Kaminari Denki

- Todoroki Shoto

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Shinsou Hitoshi

- Dabi

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Hunter x Hunter

- Illumi Zoldyck

- Hisoka Marrow

- Kurapika Kurta

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

One Piece 

only on the fishman island arc so this list will probably grow

- Sanji

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

Twisted Wonderland

- Riddle Rosehearts

- Azul Ashengrotto

- Jade Leech

- Jamil Viper

- Vil Schoenheit

- Rook Hunt

- Divus Crewel

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Obey Me!

- Leviathan

- Belphagor

- Satan

- Barbatos

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domme readers (come get y’all crumbs)

fluff, angst, smut - pretty much all genres tbh

omegaverse (alpha readers and omega characters only)

nekoverse  (human readers and neko characters only)

what I will write and are requestable: one-shots, headcanons, another part of an existing post of mine

what I will write but are unrequestable: SMAUs, multiple chapter series

kinks that I’m comfortable with writing

blood, gore, yandere (reader only)

female and gender neutral readers

any morally grey shit 

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submissive readers - absolutely will not do this, no exceptions. there is far too much on tumblr and everywhere else already. nsfw posts on this blog are purely for my domme readers who just want to top our favourite anime boys (can you tell I’m petty lol)

fem/reader pregnancy / trying to get pregnant - I don’t like kids so I won’t do it

pedophilila

daddy kinks and foot fetishes

male readers

ships - I’m not a shipper myself and I’m not a fan of the shipping community so I won’t write for it

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please do not request a character who is not on this list - i will not write for them and will most likely ignore your request!

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there will be times when I have to go on hiatus due to burnout so please understand when that happens that I won’t be able to write

#character list #rules #rules for asks and requests #rules and guidelines

[xiaonesis]

GHOSTS WE SEE // CHAPTER 32

Rating: M (AO3 rating guidelines)

Pairings: F!Reader X Kuroo/Bokuto/Suna/Atsumu/Osamu/Kita/Oikawa/Ushijima

Genre: Reverse Harem, Slow Burn, Isekai, College/University AU, Fantasy AU, Worldbuilding, Angst, So Much Slowburn The Whole Forest Is On Fire

Summary:

When a volleyball was spiked into your head, you did not expect it to be powerful enough to send you into another dimension completely.

As you look for a way to return home, the powers and politics of this new world are each intent on keeping you for themselves for their own gains, purposes, and motivations.

Everyone wants something, and you are at the core of it.

The line between the world you know and the world you are discovering blurs.

Holding on tight to the ends of the strings that keep everything together, your mind, body, and heart unravel at the seams as the two worlds begin falling apart.

This must be how Spider-Man felt in Homecoming as he tried to keep two halves of a breaking ship together.

All chapters can be found on AO3 (link on pinned post) I recommend reading on AO3 as Tumblr messes with the text formats.

Chapter 32 // The Fellowship of the Ring

“No, Lord Kita. Nothing else happened other than the twins being the twins. Again,” Suna resists the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Their food theft has been settled with both the store owner and Crown Prince Oikawa, who has been most gracious in his understanding,” he continues dryly.  “I, for one, would not have let them off so easily.” 

Kita heaves a tired sigh. “Tell Atsumu and Osamu that I wish to speak to them later tonight, when they are done with cleaning the Everhorn stables.”

“Of course. I will also let the maid know to bring you your dinner-”

“No,” Kita interjects and Suna pauses.

Kita turns to his retainer and smiles softly, tugging with slight nervousness at his sleeves. “I will join everyone for dinner tonight. It will be impolite of me to withhold my attendance a second night.”

Suna doesn't say anything for a few moments as surprise takes hold of his words. Then he nods in understanding. 

“Then I will see you this evening to escort you.”

 Suna bows and retreats from Kita’s temporary chambers, closing the doors behind him to allow his Alpha-Leader some rest after a full day out exploring Seijoh with you and Kenma. 

He makes his way back down the many long halls and flights of stone, returning to the guest study where he last left you to see Kita off. Why the royal family of Aoba requires such a needlessly large castle is beyond Suna’s understanding but he supposes if Inarizaki House had a castle like this, he would be able to evade the twins more easily.

 When he enters, he finds you lounging languidly on the couch, body half splayed across it in rest. You make an effort to sit up when you finally notice his silent entrance, embarrassedly fixing the scattered cushions as you do so.

“Don’t bother. I have seen your ways when you were a guest at my home,” Suna says, taking a seat across from you.

“Wha-?! I wasn’t a master cleaner but I was no slob!” 

Suna hums but does not respond. You are about to make a case and defend yourself against his insult when you see the twinkle in his eye.

Shitty Suna-

“I can never tell when you’re joking,” you pout, squinting at the fox-folk.

“Whoever said I was?”

You immediately throw a cushion at him.

Suna easily catches it without looking before placing it down neatly next to him. It’s honestly unfair how good his reflexes are.

 Rolling your eyes, you huff and flop back onto the couch. “Did you come here just to make fun of me?” 

“I do not have so much free time like the twins,” he blandly replies.

You stifle a laugh, sitting to face him properly. “How are you? It’s been a while since I...well, you know.”

“All things considered, quite well,” he starts, eyes flicking up at you. 

“Did something happen in Seijoh today?” he asks, skipping the small talk and confusing you with the assumption that an incident of some sort had occurred. 

As far as you know, only the Miya twins happened. Word travels quickly between those who were present for the Summit, passing from foot soldiers to realm leaders to other realm leaders in no time, after all. It isn’t very different from gossip filtering down school hallways.  

Your head tilts in question. “No, not really. Why?”

“I see, it’s nothing.”

“Suna, I know you well enough that you do not do anything without reason.” Both the athlete and fox-folk.

Brows pinching, Suna gives in and answers, finding he has no energy nor will to invest in either a proper explanation or half-assed reason. What little energy he does possess has already been spent negotiating the twins' way out of jail.

“Lord Kita seems a little different is all.”

“Different? How so?”

Suna briefly ponders your question, recalling the moment Kita said he will be present for dinner tonight with their human hosts. It isn’t like there was a big tell or sign that screamed to the world that there is a change. But Suna knows Kita- his Alpha-Leader, whom he has followed and served for most of his life. He understands his little ticks, habits, tells, that gives Suna glimpses of his state of mind. 

Sometimes, Suna thinks he knows Kita better than he does himself but Suna also knows that Kita is very self-aware of his own shortcomings, if not his strengths. 

The Kita that Suna knew, the one before he met you, would never have stepped up to join humans in anything, especially not in their stronghold where hiding and escape was not a possibility. 

A lot of things have been, are, changing with your arrival. Kita has been changing, slowly but surely, ever since the twins literally showed up with you on their doorstep.

 His lips lightly lift; not a smile, but an acknowledgement, when he looks at you.

 “Just a hunch.”

  Your legs won’t stop bouncing. 

 They would stop when you take notice but after a few minutes, start right back up.

Shake, shake, shake. Bounce, bounce, bounce.

You can’t stop it.

 The vice president of the volleyball circle is going on and on about funds, schedules- whatever. To be fair, you’re pretty sure that what they are talking about is pretty important to the circle, and to the de facto leader, Kita, who is listening attentively. 

If your mum saw you now, she would slap your thighs and scold you for jiggling all the family fortune away.

 You’ve been feeling like this for a while; jittery, not anxious but just...restless. It is similar to having too much adrenaline, or maybe caffeine. And not in an entirely good way.

It’s noticeable to even yourself that you are always gunning-perhaps way too much, even- to leave school, club activities, or any kind of social outings as of late. 

 All to get home.

To get to Hyquile as soon as possible.

 You don’t know, you can’t pinpoint the source of this well of congested energy that only finds an outlet when you are in Hyquile. No, that’s not it...you kind of do know what is causing this restlessness. 

You just didn’t want to admit it.

 It began four days after your day out with Kita and Kenma in Seijoh, so two days ago in your world. You traversed to Hyquile that night and found that the meeting with Daichi was already over. 

Like, for real?? Four leaders of their respective realms had gone to see Daichi at the arranged time and place, minus Bokuto.

Apparently, Bokuto found the first Summit meeting irritating to no end, having gone on and on in endless circles. So he delegated it to Kuroo to represent Owl Vale in tandem with the Nekoma Dominion. 

In light of that, why he even made such a grand effort to crash the Summit in the first place escapes you. Best not to think too hard about what goes through Bokuto’s head. 

 They met Daichi at the restaurant where he had been dining alfresco when the thief ran by. The entire place was empty that day, save for Daichi and their group. Iwaizumi had taken the pains to have the owner clear out the entire place for His Royal Highness prior. Monetary compensation also made sure he kept it hush-hush. 

 It isn’t like they meant to go without you. Rather, it was you who did not make it in time as you were caught up with your own life, heading to bed later than you usually would when traveling to Hyquile. 

You had wanted to be there when they met Daichi, since you were the one who made the meeting happen. You wanted to introduce the first friend you made in Hyquile who wasn’t someone you met because of your situation with her. 

It’s silly that you feel this way. Completely illogical and you know it. 

You shouldn’t feel miffed that they did not wait for you, there was no time to waste after all. Yet...

 You feel left out.

 (Like you were a young kid all over again, left behind by Atsumu and Osamu as they chased after volleyball)

(Like your parents uprooting you to Tokyo for your brother)

 Your fingers curl in on themselves, crinkling your empty notebook page.

 (You feel like an outsider)

 It’s stupid and childish yet you cannot stop the feeling.

 Everyone suddenly gets up from their seats and you sit up, belatedly realizing that the circle meeting is over. Gathering your things in a haphazard rush, you try to make for the door- eager to get home and the other world- but the calling of your name stops you.

 You rub the back of your neck in embarrassment and turn to face Kita. 

Is he going to say something about your leg jostling? It must have felt like an earthquake.

 Kita approaches you, his own bag slung over his shoulder. “How are you? I noticed that you have been out of focus lately.”

As expected of Kita Shinsuke to notice, you suppose. It'd be strange for him not to. 

When you stop to think about it, his Hyquile alternate Clumsy Kita is very perceptive too, au contraire to your nickname for him.

“Ah- yeah, I’m just...overwhelmed with...stuffs.”

 A vague understatement.

 “I hear that you’ve been struggling with your notes and homework?”

“...Did Suna rat me out to you?”

“I overheard him telling the twins.”

  Shitty Suna- 

 Pushing the door to the clubroom open, Kita politely waits for you to leave before locking it.

Kita eyes you- not in the same manner that has cold chills running up the backs of people on the wrong side of his scrutiny- but it is similarly point blank and analytical. 

It makes you want to wince, to hide, worried that if you keep eye contact with him too long he could somehow read your mind.

Of course, he’ll never be able to imagine something like traversing worlds or dimensions and alternates. Even if you logically know that, his gaze is so sharp, penetrative, it certainly feels like he knows what you’re thinking about. Explains why the twins often complain about Kita’s mind-reading superpower.

 Other than that, the guilt you’ve carried since you woke from your coma still weighs heavy. You do not enjoy hiding things from the people around you, more so if they are only worried for your wellbeing. 

A white lie is still a lie.

Yet, you can never speak about this to anyone. How can you?

 No one would believe you. Even if they did...they cannot help you. 

 You do not want to worry your friends, and especially your family, any more than you need to. You doubt your parents, in particular your mother, have fully recovered from the scare you gave her with your coma even though several weeks have passed since you first woke up. It’s not something people can get over easily, especially when it involves your children…

Heck, it would probably affect you more too, if it had been a simple coma and did not involve your soul being pulled into an alternate world.

 You only began to realize it lately, a change in your parents' social habits with you. It isn't a major difference, but compared to before being spiked in the head by a future Japan’s Cannon, your mother texted you a lot (well, a lot for her). Just the usual parental things- have you eaten, where you are, and what are you doing etcetera. 

Your father hasn’t changed his habits much though he does call you alot more often, as if checking that you aren’t passed out on a random weekday evening. You understood this is their way of caring and worrying.

As for your brother...well, he’s the only one who hasn’t changed in his social habits towards you. Other than talking with you about it a few times after you woke up, he never directly brought it up again. 

Maybe he didn’t know how to, maybe he sensed your awkwardness when people talked about it. 

Either way, you find his lack of change...

 So many things have changed for you and towards you since that day you woke up in Hyquile. 

The one thing that has remained the same is the relationship between you and your brother. 

 (It’s comforting, familiar in a world and phase of changes.)

 A hand touches your shoulder.

 “Are you alright?” Kita’s brow furrows with worry. 

“Yes, sorry. I spaced out for a bit,” you avert your gaze.

“That’s exactly what I meant by you being unfocused lately,” Kita says, eyes gentle with worry. “You’ve been a great help with the volleyball circle, so if there’s anything troubling you, you can tell me.”

Kita stops walking as he turns to face you, displaying the honesty and intent in his words. You never would have doubted Kita’s sincerity to begin with, and you appreciate his offer but…

 Your fingers brush your wrist, tracing the tree charm. 

Since the thief incident, you made it a point and a habit to always be aware of where your bracelet is, Hyquile or otherwise.

 Shaking your head, you waved one hand casually in the air. “I’m alright, really! I’m just struggling with the current coursework.”

Kita’s head tilts to the side in question. “Do you need help studying?”

You blink, momentarily surprised before your lifted hand moved to rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You wouldn't be. I planned on making sure the twins and Suna studied properly as well,” Kita informs you, the corner of his mouth twitching into a wry smile.

You don’t think you’re terrible at studying on your own, and you’ve managed to maintain a passing grade so far…

But that was when you didn’t have to juggle your studies, club activities, and social life with interdimensional travel to remedy a magical pandemic. 

 Kita waits for your answer patiently, and your eyes flick over him, momentarily seeing a much meeker Kita in his place. 

The irony of the situation isn’t lost on you, how in Hyquile it is Clumsy Kita that would require help from others and even you. Whilst in your world, Kita is unbelievably perfect in everything he applies himself to.

If it had been foolish of Clumsy Kita to turn down the invitation to the Summit, then you will be equally foolish to turn down studying help from Kita Shinsuke. 

 You can’t ask for help in regards to Hyquile but you suppose you can accept it for your studies, at least.

 You sigh begrudgingly. 

 “In that case, yeah, I will really appreciate it.”

  From the Summit to the upcoming journey to and across the Uninviting Hinterlands, there has been no time for a break for the hardworking staff of the Blue Castle.

 Servants run around preparing travel packs for a trek into a place they do not know how to pack for.

The castle cooks bustle daily trying to keep their pantry and serving dishes filled, baffled as to why freshly prepared meals went missing almost as soon as they are ready (Osamu has been sneaking into the kitchens with his illusion magic and hijacking the food). 

There are daily notices of fire at the barracks due to Atsumu’s magic which did not complement well with the nature attributes of many things in Seijoh (seeing as Inarizaki is surrounded by a forest, you suspect Atsumu isn’t putting any effort at keeping things chill at all ). 

Unwitting maids complained of chills in one of the hallways from mysterious mists filling the air despite sunshine (Kita, who found comfort in the mists, unconsciously creates them when he’s alone in his room). 

Couches had to be dusted off twice daily of suspicious shaggy golden fur, raising questions amongst the staff that were appeased by Iwaizumi who lied about training a new hound (Terushima).

Rumors of a haunting circulated amongst the night guards of strange scratching sounds coming from the gardens on late moonlit nights (turns out it was Suna working on his talismans).

 The troubled crease between Oikawa’s brows is near permanent nowadays. 

Daichi has agreed to be the navigator for the group traveling to Crow’s Nest, whoever they may be. 

 Whether he can be trusted -both as a person and as a reliable navigator- remains to be seen but Ushijima is giving him the benefit of the doubt on account of you. 

 Kuroo has his reservations but is of the opinion that they can use him whilst remaining cautious.

 Oikawa has his doubts too but when you asked, he says that he took a chance on trusting you too when you first arrived. 

“We’re doing pretty well since then, no?” he had said with a boyish smile.

Iwaizumi gave him a lot of grief for trusting yet another stranger.

 Bokuto does not trust him outright but then again, when does he ever trust anyone easily?

 Many members of the Summit have their doubts about letting Daichi lead but most accept that it is better than no guide at all.

 To be honest, you are now beginning to question if bringing in Daichi was a good idea, mainly because he has nothing to do with the astronomical task that the Summit members are undertaking to begin with but...he’ll be involved now. 

If you hadn’t approached him...

There is still much you do not know about Hyquile, least of all the Uninviting Hinterlands, but based on what everyone has said so far including Daichi himself, it is going to be dangerous there. 

Not to mention Tendou’s warning to you that night...your mind might be made but it doesn’t make you any less apprehensive.

 Of course, Daichi isn’t providing his services without compensation and from what you heard, it is no small sum. Nothing that the Empire or even the Dominion cannot cover (...maybe not Inarizaki House though) but Goshiki had some choice words about the man when he heard what the asking price was.

 “We’re endeavoring to find a cure to the Rot and uncovering the cause of it and t-this..-this avaricious, Everhorn-humping greedy, rotted, spirits-forsaken SOD is asking for a sum equivalent to the Eagle Crown’s jewels?!! Well, he can have MY JEWE- ” 

 You never knew the stoic Royal Guard had such a dirty tongue.

 As to who will be going to the Uninviting Hinterlands, like with everything else brought up at the Summit, there isn’t a unanimous decision.

Right away there were already splits in opinions on whether you should even be going.

 You, as the one with the ability to cure the Rot and whose perceived future has some meagre, unexplained connection to crows, it made sense for you to go.

On the other hand, bringing you, a non-fighter on what is expected to be a harsh trek, did not make sense.

  Those in favor of you going:

You (duh).

Ushijima (hesitant but respectful of your decision).

Tendou (obviously; this entire thing is his making).

Kuroo (despite taking consideration of your origins from a safer world without magic, it is a logical choice).

Suna (similarly, it makes the most sense).

Akaashi (after how you handed yourself over to Aoba under his watch, he had a feeling you wouldn’t stay silent at being left behind anyways).

Terushima. 

  Those not in favor:

Oikawa (extremely worried).

Bokuto (extremely against you going).

Vicious Atsumu (also extremely against you going).

Frosty Osamu (not as extreme but thinks you’ll be an additional liability).

Kenma (this one surprised you but turns out he is really worried too).

Terushima (...).

  Neutral:

Kita (thinks it is risky but he felt that you should get to decide).

Daichi (wasn’t given an opinion).

 In the end, it made less sense for you to not go, so your side won that dispute by one vote.

  Confirmed Party Members:

You.

Daichi: The Navigator.

 It was quickly agreed between everyone though that a large group would complicate the journey. To keep things fair and balanced between all parties, each leader is only allowed to pick one member to represent their realm.

Who they will be, you do not yet know but you do not doubt that everyone will have made their decisions come the day of departure. 

  Kuroo had been aimlessly -or at least as aimless as someone of his nature can be- strolling through the many gardens of the Blue Castle, mulling over The Rot, the Summit, the upcoming trek through the Uninviting Hinterlands, when he came across you.

He stops in his tracks, watching you sit in the grass with that owl, Mori, hopping around you as you flipped a feather and stray zelkova leaves around in the air with magic.

 Ah yes, he has heard about your practice rituals from Kenma.

 The feather and leaves flop lifelessly to the ground when you look up and spot him.

“Kuroo!” You wave at him, face lighting at the sight of him.

Tilting his head in a silent greeting, he makes his way over to you, footfalls as silent as the impassive cat-folk himself.

Mori flutters up into the air at his approach, hooting at the Dominion leader familiarly.

 “Do you know each other?” You ask, surprised at the way Mori flits around Kuroo.

“We’ve seen each other a handful of times over the years, on the rare occasions Akaashi brings him to Mt. Nekomata,” he responds, expression stoic even as Mori flies around him insistently, close enough to his face that if it was anyone else, they would surely flinch away. One might even call it annoying, though the elf owl is cute enough to get away with murder.

 Lifting an arm, Kuroo allows the elf owl to perch on him, before gracefully lowering himself to the ground in front of you. The ends of his trailing red coat splay onto the grass, resulting in a splendid splash of color across verdant green.

When Kuroo settled with one knee raised and the other crossed under it, Mori hopped off his arm and back into yours.

 Since Mori’s memorable prelude to his lord’s infinitely unforgettable gatecrashing, the elf owl has more or less been given passage to roam around the Blue Castle as your...pet, for lack of a better word. 

You aren’t allowed to tell anyone who doesn’t already know that he is officially part of Owl Vale. And if anyone asks, usually the maids who coo at his ‘handsome, adorable, fluffy, charming, cute’ visage, you have a made up story of how you saved him as an owlet from a fox that would have turned him into dinner (inspired by Osamu’s constant ogling of the owl). 

 You stare at Kuroo, a mixture of comfort from his presence and uncertainty, what you do know and don’t know about his accusations towards Ushijima and the Empire eating at you. 

For all his impassiveness, Kuroo took you in and gave you shelter when you first arrived. He did not look upon you with hatred or suspicion, only understanding, at the plight of a lost girl from another world. He opened his land and home to you, comforted you when you needed it, allowed you to cling to him like a child when you feared your own reflections. 

He had been a steady pillar of solace, still is. You know you can depend on him for anything.

 Which is why his unexpected outburst towards Ushijima, who is also a pillar of support you rely on, troubled you.

 Kuroo nods at the feather and leaves scattered around you. “Show me what you can do. I heard from Kenma about your progress.”

Gathering your thoughts, you let your hands hover over the feather. Barely a beat passes before they begin floating, swirling easily in the air between your bodies.

“I’m impressed. You’ve changed a lot since I last saw you in the Dominion. You knew nothing about souls or magic then,” he comments. His head lightly tilts in approval, amber eyes glinting with respect and recognition.

 For some reason, receiving acknowledgement from Kuroo made you supremely happy. If it had been the volleyball player instead, you would have merely rolled your eyes and threw jokes at him.

The Dominion leader isn’t the most expressive cat-folk and only says what is necessary. So to have his attention and acknowledgement, no matter how small, is a great compliment. 

You imagine this is how Kuroo’s subjects feel, motivated to do their best for their magnificent leader, for even a moment of his time, which he barely has enough of for himself.

And he’s given more to you than he should have, ever since that day in his pagoda.

 “But you’ve gone as far as you can with mere feathers and leaves,” Kuroo muses to himself, studying your current magic application. He shifts to a cross-leg position, shrugging his signature coat off his shoulders. 

“Try adding this.”

Turning a palm upward, a small stone shakes and dislodges itself from under tightly packed soil, flying up to join the feather and leaves. 

You try to take in the stone, to add it to the others you already have under control without pausing. But as soon as you channel your focus towards it, the feather drops and the leaves blow away.

“Wha-” 

Kuroo nods, having expected this. “A stone is much heavier than a feather and will require more than what you’re currently channeling. But adding too much to accommodate the additional weight will result in the feather and leaves going out of your control. It’s a balancing act.”

 Right, you remember Oikawa saying something similar to you before. To think you had been so pleased with yourself for managing feathers and leaves...you had been taking it too easy.

 “As rough and disruptive magic can be at its worst, it is also delicate. You will need to balance how much you channel towards both sides simultaneously. Try again, with just the feather and stone.”

Pursing your lips in determination, you do as instructed. 

Kuroo helps you adjust your focus and magic balance to levitate both the feather and stone, using his own magic to support you.

After a while, your hands hover in the air, stone and feather hanging side by side between them. White light pulse gently from you. 

Kuroo’s large hands, glowing with a lustrous gold, envelop yours, barely a breadth of space between your skins. 

Gold dances and merges with white.

 You, and Kuroo, are brought back to the time in his pagoda with the chrysanthemum. 

A little smile lifts your lips at the memory. His tugs up a fraction in one corner. 

 Peaceful silence circles your figures.

It is a nice moment. Warm, one you will think on again fondly...and you have to ruin it.

 “Kuroo, did the Empire really kill your father?”

 Gold fades and his hands drop. The stone follows.

The feather sways left to right, left to right, then settles on the fallen stone.

 Kuroo pulls away from you, shoulders weighing with the burden your question threatens to dredge up, pushing at the tightly sealed doors of his heart and mind.

He has been expecting this question from you, if not someone else who witnessed his slip of control at the Summit. 

“Back then...you were talking about your father, weren’t you?” you continue in a whisper, belatedly afraid that you might have possibly crossed a line. 

Is it okay for you to ask this question of Kuroo? It’s not something that is easily breached for anyone, needless to say for him. But you want to know. Need to know.

 Kuroo blames Ushijima, blames the Empire for the death of his father. To him, Ushijima and the Empire are one and the same; you cannot fault him for that, knowing their history. And surely there is more you do not know that you can only hope to uncover and learn during your time here.

Yet, you refuse to believe that the same Ushijima, who patiently taught children how to read and draw maps….is anything like the Empire in the eyes of the world. 

Did Kuroo blame Ushijima merely because he is the Crown Prince of the White Eagle Empire? 

You do not think Kuroo is one to judge others for their lineage. The middle blocker isn’t that kind of person either.

 You just...want to understand, you think. 

Emotions and thoughts are difficult things to dissect, to understand, even if they belonged to oneself. 

Maybe a sentimental part of you is still unable to compartmentalize, unable to see past the fact that they are completely different from the ones you know who, despite their differences, are able to work together amicably as a team. 

Perhaps it is naive of you to hope that their Hyquile counterparts could possibly be the same. 

 You stare at him, eyes wide and insistent, and Kuroo gives a breathless sigh. 

After his unseemly display at the Summit, you deserve an explanation, he supposes. Considering your position it is only fair for you to know a little more about those who you are lending your help to. You, a visitor from another world willingly offering your help, of all people deserve to have your many questions answered.

 “My father was to be the next ruler of the Dominion, after my grandfather Nekomata. But he was killed, body burned and unreturned, by the Empire on a peaceful mission to Aquila. My father sought peace above all else, even with the Empire. The cat-folk of today are partly descended from a human male from the then State of Date, as you know.”

“Empire missives claim they were feral from The Rot, leading to their extermination but without a body…” Kuroo’s eyes lower, brows muddling in doubt and hesitance. “Emperor Washijo was never known to be kind to non-humans, even when compared to his forefathers.”

“...I was unable to simply accept what the Empire deemed as truth.”

 Memories of his father, kind and humble, always ready to play with him and Kenma, surfaced. 

Kuroo loved.... loves, his father greatly. All the cat-folks did. Grandfather Nekomata used to joke to whoever would listen that Kuroo’s father would be a more popular leader than Nekomata ever was when he took up command. His father had a way of connecting with the people that Grandfather Nekomata or previous leaders did not have. 

The duty of the ruling leader has always been the well-being of the Nekoma Dominion, diligently protecting their borders and ever looking for ways to further expand and secure their lands. But his father took that above and beyond. 

His father saw the Dominion not just as mountain ridges and earthly borders, but as its very people. No matter how busy or tired, he always made time daily to amble down the narrow streets of Moggie Boroughs or to visit the old grannies running the bathhouses of Cat Alley. 

Border guards and scouts are never forgotten, far away from home as they are; his father put in place the tradition, now adopted by the Dominion’s military, to dispatch regular care packages that bring a little bit of home to them during their extended deployment.

In the months that followed his death, Kuroo gradually stopped being a young lad still growing up. 

 He had watched his mother succumb to her grief at the passing of her forever love, her soulmate, withering away in tears that ran dry yet never ceased. 

Kuroo did not have the power nor strength to stop those tears for her, having been lost to his own pain. In his weakness, he did not see the depths of her anguish, did not think that he should be with her. Did not think that his absence amplified her loss and loneliness.

No, instead he ran.

Hiding in the hollow caverns and echoing forests of Mt. Nekomata if only to escape the ringing of prayer bells sending the spirit of his father, burial rite chants encompassing the slums and mountains as the Dominion mourned a beloved leader for days and nights. 

It was then that Kuroo developed a habit of covering his head and ears with pillows when he was in bed to drown out the haunting night vigils of monks and citizens, his mother’s anguished cries, and his own screams. 

Once, in a moment of self-deprecation, his younger self wondered if maybe his hair turned out this way because of this.

 Had he been there for her, would she have lived?

 The Empire might have killed his father, but his own neglect killed his mother.

 The double blow had been devastating to the cat-folks. 

 Oh, how Grandfather Nekomata, Kenma, and others close to him worried constantly, fretting endlessly. At the same time, Kuroo himself was worried -scared- for his grandfather, who lost a son and a daughter-in-law.

At his age, he should not have to bury his children.

Somewhere along the way, Kuroo switched himself off on the outside to protect himself and others. He did not want others to worry about him, yet he couldn’t force himself to smile. Over time, this temporary shield became his default and the norm for him. 

 It took all of Kuroo’s focus to keep his composure. Being physically here in the Empire, so close yet impossibly far away from where his father’s body was burned, never to be seen by family again, disturbed the sleeping mountains inside of him alongside oceans of guilt he holds towards his mother.

He is acutely aware of the tightening of his skin, the tension underneath his cheeks and jaw palpable even if he is able to effortlessly remain straight-faced.

He’s kept his emotions repressed for so long that Kuroo is not sure how to allow himself to be...himself again, whoever that may be.

How does one feel again without effort? What does flowing joy feel like, overt and unhindered? And what of sadness? Excitement or even embarrassment?

 Kuroo cannot remember how to allow these feelings to naturally surface.

 You listened to Kuroo quietly the entire time, allowing him to entrust his personal tale to you without interruption. You don’t know what to say either way, because what can you say? What are the right words, if any? 

What you did not have in words you only had in actions, having reached out to take his hand when he began speaking of his mother’s passing, squeezing as if to reassure him you are there. You don’t know if Kuroo even realized you had taken his hand in yours, lost to his memories that have been kept at bay for years, amber eyes gazing into the distance at something unseen to you.

 The way Kuroo cared for his people, taking everything onto himself…

 He was emulating his father, his hero and aspiration. But his boyish respect and reverence mutated in the wake of his father’s death, followed by his mother’s, into this need to shoulder everything himself to protect all others.

 “...Do you want revenge? Against the Empire?”

 Kuroo tears his eyes away from ghosts newly arisen, finally noticing the soothing hold upon his hand.

When did he reach out to you? Or was it you, to him?

He sees your eyes shine with unshed tears, and he wonders why you feel sad at his story, how you can allow yourself to feel without walls.

 His younger self succumbed to it. He is now unable to.

 He doesn’t think he can anymore.

 What happened at the Summit...was rare. 

Kuroo surprised himself too, and its occurrence only reinforced, reminded him once more why he put in place such control. He could have dissolved the fragile and temporary peace the Summit brought about had Ushijima reacted unfavorably towards his uncharacteristic outburst. 

Emotions cloud judgment, affects one’s performance, especially someone with his power and position.

 Kuroo pulls his hand away from you, perhaps a little too fast.

Hurt flash across your features, but you bite your lips and he faces away. 

Gathering his coat, he pulls it back across his shoulders as he stands, majestic red flaring in an arc before you; red walls that block him from you.

 Revenge? He doesn’t know if that is what he wants. But he also can’t say with confidence that he won’t take the chance if given. There are too many factors to consider...

His head says no, but his heart says...

 In yet another rare occurrence, Kuroo is at a loss. 

He stills, the lack of an immediate answer troubling him. This doesn’t usually happen to him.

 Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, allowing the cool air and scent of leaves to cleanse his thoughts. 

When he reopens them, his face is blank once more.

 “It doesn’t matter what I want. The dead should remain dead, as should the past.”

  “Sigh anymore and I’m going to feel sad,” Daichi chuckles nervously next to you, leaning back on the bench. “Cheer up.”

 You sigh again before mumbling an apology to Daichi, watching people bustle by on the central bridge where you and he often met. 

Kuroo’s story and words keep replaying in a loop in your head, stealing your entire focus and energy. Whenever you see him and Ushijima in the same room, you cannot help but think about it with renewed force. It has you walking on eggshells when the two are together.

Perhaps you are thinking too much about it, and you most definitely are but...

 You can understand Kuroo’s feelings towards the Empire, he has his rights...as do many of the other animal-folks in your vicinity. But Ushijima is a dear friend, considerate and thoughtful. You cannot help but worry for him and how he is coping with the twins’ daily ire, Bokuto’s daily ire, and Kuroo’s…

Why should Ushijima bear the sins of his forebearers? He isn’t like Washijo, he isn’t...

 Sigh.

 “Sorry,” you mutter, realizing you sighed again.

The man laughs, patting you on the back. “Care to share what troubles you? I thought you’d be happier, considering everything I have heard so far. I still can’t believe you’re not from this world…,” he trails off then perks back up with a broad smile. 

“And, you found your navigator!” Daichi points to himself proudly.

“I wish I had your positivity,” you almost sigh but convert it into a smile when you remember Daichi’s words. 

“It’s a learned skill. So, tell me what bothers you? It might help to let it out than stewing in your thoughts.” 

You hesitate, finally shaking your head. “No, it’s alright. It’s...not something for me to share.”

Daichi hums with understanding. “I see. That’s fine then. I do not know what it is but if it is something you cannot change immediately, try not to let it consume you. It won’t do you or any of the others around you any good.”

“The others?” What do the others have anything to do with it?

“I just meant that if you’re down, you drag the others along with you. They are quite attached to you.” 

“For all the wrong reasons…” you say, shuddering at thoughts of the twins and Scary Bokuto.

Daichi laughs, standing and extending a hand for you to take. “I have to go soon and we should get you back to the castle. I don’t think the others like me very much and I rather not earn their wrath for not sending you back to them safely.”

You take his hand, allowing him to pull you up. “Thanks for keeping me company, Daichi. I really appreciate it. I needed this walk more than I thought I did.”

He grins with a wave, leading the way back to the Blue Castle. “Anytime.”

Only moments after you cross the bridge, you spot a mop of familiar orange hair in the corner of your eye. 

Immediately, you call out to their owner.

 “Shoyo!”

 Shoyo’s shoulders twitch up at the sound of your voice and his name, and he turns around reluctantly. His face is pulled into a displeased pout but you pay it no mind. 

By now, you are used to his less than enthusiastic reactions towards you but he never sends you away either. He’s quite adorable that way, and he makes for a great listener, much like Kunimi.

“It’s you again,” he grumbles when you are close enough. Crossing his arms, he squints at you. “What do you want now?”

“Oh, don’t be like that Shoyo. It’s been a while since I saw you around.” “It’s been barely a few days.”

“Hm, is it?” You giggle at his expression. If you had a little brother, you would want him to be like Shoyo. 

But now that he brought it up, you’re going to leave for the Uninviting Hinterlands soon. You might not see him, or any of the others staying behind, for a while...

“Can you meet me at the central bridge tomorrow? I want to give you something.”

Shoyo takes a step back as if your inane question repels him. “Huh? Why would I want anything from-” His protest sizzle into garble when you reach out to ruffle his hair fondly.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that.”

Laughter from behind pulls both your attentions towards Daichi, who backtracked through the crowds to you. “This is where you went! You just ran off suddenly before I realized it.”

You wince. “Urk, Daichi, sorry!” 

In your excitement at spotting Shoyo, you totally forgot about Daichi. Shoyo’s hard to catch on the best of days and if you didn’t move fast, he is apt to disappear- orange hair and all.

“It’s alright. Who’s your friend?” Deep eyes flicker toward Shoyo, who stiffens underneath his gaze. Almost as quickly, his shoulders relax, chin sinking into his dark cloak.

“Daichi, this is Shoyo. Shoyo, meet Daichi! He’s passing through Seijoh, like you!” you introduce the two of them. You feel weirdly happy, introducing people you met like this, even back in Tokyo. There’s a type of warm joy that can only be found from connecting people you know. You weren’t present to introduce Daichi to the others, so this makes up for it.

Not only that, knowing Shoyo’s awkward, standoffish attitude towards people, he can do with some friends!

“Nice to meet you, Shoyo!” Daichi extends his hand for a friendly shake. 

Hazel eyes stare at the hand before them, going back up to their owner and down again. “Nice to...meet you…” Slowly, Shoyo takes Daichi’s hand and the older man shakes it vigorously. 

“It’s honestly great meeting your friends like this! Remember when I told you my traveling companions aren’t the best conversationalists? But through you, I’m meeting so many more people in this city. It’s not as lonely anymore,” Daichi laughs good-naturedly, hands on his hips.

His friendly vitality is addictive, spreading to you like flowing water whenever he spoke. You are honestly lucky to have met Daichi in Seijoh, both as a friend and for his help to bring your group through the Hinterlands.

Maybe it is this very vitality that makes Daichi a traveler, moving from place to place, unable to settle down. You can’t see anything bringing him down, and his easy sociability allows him to blend simply with others.

“I’m glad you feel that way! I was a little worried, truth be told, about...you know, dragging you in with the other group,” you told him, careful of unnecessary leaks in Shoyo’s presence. 

“Oh, not at all. I was thinking of moving on from this city soon, and I doubt my companions will mind,” he reassures you. He turns to Shoyo.

“We’ve only just met but I have to get this one home and I myself have to run along. It's good meeting you, Shoyo. I’ll hopefully see you around.” 

The corners of Daichi’s lips twitch. He isn’t smirking but he seems to find something funny that you are unable to see.

Shoyo doesn’t say anything in response, merely nods and turns his back to you, blending into the streets and people soon after. How he is able to move away from sight so effortlessly with bright orange hair, you will never comprehend. 

You turn to Daichi apologetically on behalf of Shoyo. “Don’t mind him. It’s not you. He’s like that with everyone.”

“He’s like the one rebellious younger brother.”

“I don’t have a younger sibling but I know exactly what you’re talking about!”

 You grin at each other.

  The air is buzzing, a blend of tension, nervousness, excitement, adrenaline, coming together to crackle against your skin and jolt your heart.

It isn’t just you either. The others are feeling the same way.

A restlessness that spreads and seeps, akin to a contagion moving amongst you.

Each realm has casted their chosen champions on the journey to Crow’s Nest and the choices have left many befuddled.

Representing Owl Vale is Bokuto Koutarou himself. 

He claims that it is because he does not trust anyone else in the group to get anything done.

Akaashi says it is also because Bokuto does not like governing and that this is a good chance for him to escape his responsibility, leaving his retainers behind to do his dirty work. Again.

This choice immediately has you teetering on your toes as you haven’t quite gotten over how terrifying and difficult it is to even converse with the owl-folk. And to have to journey through unknown lands with him?

The powers that be help you.

  Bokuto Koutarou has joined the party.

Similarly, Kuroo has also volunteered to go. 

There is no time to have Yaku or Lev journey from the Dominion to Seijoh, and Kenma is not the most prudent choice to send. It made sense for him to go as the Dominion will have Kenma and Kai to oversee everything in his absence. Not to mention that Kuroo is a proficient fighter himself and who knows what they might encounter on the journey. The group will benefit with someone of his caliber.

The knowledge that Kuroo will be with you on the journey is reassuring, and you’re glad that he will be...though you do worry about him, now that you know his tale. 

The fox-folks were one thing but what worries you more in regards to Kuroo in comparison is that the fox-folks are clear cut in what they desire. Be it the twins’ hatred towards humans in general, Suna’s tolerant stance or Kita’s pacifism, it is comparatively easier to read and know what to expect from them. 

But Kuroo is an enigma, a puzzle yet unsolved. 

He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the peace, you are clear on that, but...you are also aware of just how much the leader of the Dominion is concealing within him. 

  Kuroo Tetsurou has joined the party.

The next one took you off guard completely…

 Atsumu and Osamu.

 You were so damn sure that it would be Suna but Kita shocked everyone, including the twins themselves, when he announced their names during the latest meeting.

Ad verbatim:

“Atsumu and Osamu are brave but extremely brash. There is much they need to learn about themselves and others. On top of that, they have committed a grave crime against the Dominion when they set fire to the homes of cat-folks.”

“That was ‘Tsumu-!”

“Oi, ya’ really gonna sell me out and save yerself!?” 

“-So until the leader of the Dominion, Kuroo Tetsurou, deems them forgiven, they will lend their services to him and to the mission of this Summit, which is to bring an end to The Rot. Meaning, you will now serve Lord Kuroo and her in any endeavors they require.”

 …

 “ARE YA’ SHITTIN’ ME-?!!”

  Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu have been forced into the party.

The next two both surprised and saddened you in that you’ll miss them for a while...

 Oikawa and Ushijima will not be traveling with you, for obvious reasons.

Unlike Kuroo and Bokuto, Oikawa and Ushijima did not have as much freedom in leaving their respective realms in the care of others. 

 Oikawa is appointed regent for the bedridden King Irihata; to have the regent king absent is, without question, unacceptable. 

Aloes Yuj was also greatly insistent on this, pushing furiously before Oikawa even expressed any interest in joining the journey (although he most likely wanted to, if the slightly forlorn smile he shot you was any indication).

Iwaizumi will be representing Aoba in his place.

  Iwaizumi Hajime has joined the party.

As for Ushijima, he would not have been able to explain his extended absence from Aquila to his grandfather, Emperor Washijo, without raising suspicion. He has chosen Kawanishi, who also volunteered himself, to go instead.

  Kawanishi Taichi has joined the party.

And last but not least, and to no one’s surprise, Terushima Yuuji will be going himself, as a representative of the dog-folks. 

Of Hyquile. Not just the west. As he so claims.

He wasn’t even meant to join the Summit in the first place but at this point, no one has the heart to send him away.

  Terushima Yuuji has forced himself into the party.

To keep the Emperor’s attention off the Summit group and their joint mission, Ushijima will return to Aquila but not before escorting the group to the Iron Wall of Date.

 That’s right.

 You’ll be making a stop at the part of the Iron Wall closest to the Uninviting Hinterlands to rest and restock before venturing forth.

The journey through the Hinterlands will be tough, and traveling packs are only packed with enough for a return journey to avoid it becoming cumbersome. 

Although it is hardly the time for it, you are very excited to see the Iron Wall of Date up close. You’ve only seen it from afar as a black mass lumbering in the horizon so the opportunity to visit it is one you are looking forward to.

To think that you’ll see the Iron Wall of Date before you even see the Great Wall of China is honestly ironic. 

 And thus, the final party members are as follows:

 You.

Bokuto Koutarou.

Kuroo Tetsurou.

Miya Atsumu.

Miya Osamu.

Iwaizumi Hajime.

Kawanishi Taichi.

Daichi.

Terushima Yuuji.

 “It’s like we’re the Fellowship of the Ring. We even have nine members,” you chuckle, fingers rubbing together in nerdy glee when all of you stand together at the end of the meeting that decided the members. Lost to your own fantasies, you don't even realize you had been grinning to yourself, looking quite maniacal considering no one was talking to you.

 The twins tilt their heads, befuddled.

“...The Fellowship?” 

“Of the Ring?”

 “What in spirits name is she muttering about? Who’s Boromir and how am I similar to him?” Bokuto clicks his tongue, yellow eyes narrowing at the sight of you mindlessly giggling and grinning all by yourself.

“I...I’m not sure,” Kuroo replies, beginning to worry about the unhinged look in your eyes. “I hope the stress hasn’t gotten to her.”

  The night is quiet as the city and the world fall to peaceful slumber, awaiting the next arrival of the sun. In a small humble inn, located in the downtown area of Seijoh, night winds blow through a window left ajar- perhaps on purpose, perhaps not- on the highest floor. 

The third floor.

 In the room, Shoyo is sat on the ground with his back against the cold walls. The room is dark, the only source of light being the thin strip of moonlight cutting across wooden floors. Lamps prepared by the inn’s owner for the rooms’ occupants were ignored, left where they have been since they arrived. 

The lack of light and warmth did not bother him, his cloak enough to sustain his body. 

Compared to his homeland, everything about this city is too easy: the climate, the harvests, the people...

Shoyo looks up when he feels a familiar presence enter the dark room, window curtains billowing from shifting air. 

Shoyo doesn’t need light to see, nor know, who the new company is.

 “You’re early,” the figure, hidden in darkness, hums in approval. 

 “It’s because you’re always on time…” Shoyo responds quietly.

 Footsteps echo against creaking floorboards, and the mysterious figure steps into the moonlight with purpose; an actor making his stage appearance. He breathes the night deeply, appreciating the darkness and silence of a city that is always humming with noise and life during the day.  

He turns, and deep eyes illuminate with a silver glow.

 “...Daichi, sir.”

 Daichi smirks, clearly amused. “Shoyo, huh?”

Shoyo looks away, brows knitting tightly. If Daichi didn’t know his companion as well as he did, he would have said the younger male is embarrassed.

“I didn’t know what else to use.”

“Whatever, it’s fine. As long as it doesn’t compromise us…” 

His neck cranes to look at his companion.

 “...Hinata.”

 “Of course.”

 “Still, she speaks fondly of you. I did not think you would allow her to get so close,” Daichi taps his chin, eyes rolling up in thought.  

Hinata is under no illusion that Daichi is seriously thinking over your relationship with him. He doubts the man truly cares. So he shrugs. “I don’t know either. Meeting her at the square was not supposed to have happened in the first place. I am unable to comprehend her motives.”

“Implying you’ve thought about it?” Daichi prods playfully but it is anything but. Hinata knows that.

“I’ve...considered it. Tried to analyze it. I do not understand her incessant need to befriend me,” Hinata pauses. “Or others.”

“Hm, well, so long as it-”

“-doesn’t compromise our mission.”

“Good to see that you understand.”

“Without question.”

 Daichi sighs in exasperation as he looks around the room, searching for something. Or rather, someone. 

“Where is he?”

Again, Shoyo shrugs carelessly. How would he know? He’s not his caretaker. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Thinking about it again, you’re not very cute,” Daichi mutters to himself, wondering how did he ever agree with you that Shoyo is anything remotely like a little brother. He must have lost himself to his role. “If he’s late again-”

“I’m here.”

 Daichi pivots to face the newcomer, chastise ready on his lips. 

 “Kageyama, what did I tell you about being punctual?” Despite his displeasure at the latecomer, Daichi is impressed as always at his silent movements. 

The one named Kageyama rolls his eyes. He leans against the wall opposite of Hinata, casually crossing one leg in front of him. He scoffs and crosses his arms haughtily. 

“Does it matter? I’m here.”

 Ugh, another one that isn’t cute. Not one bit.

 “I told you two many times about the value of time and being on time.”

“I’m not going to waste my time waiting like Hinata.”

Hinata does not retort though he narrows threatening eyes on the other male.

“You don’t have to. Just get here at the agreed time,” Daichi says, not letting him off the hook easily. How can he trust someone who will not show up at the agreed time?

Many things require a fine precision of being executed at exactly the right second. In battle, a move taken a minute too soon or a second too late can turn the tides of events.

Things, big and small. A droplet spilled, a harvest missed. A late meeting, words overlooked. 

They add up to create a person, an entity, an event, bigger than what one can imagine in that moment. Life taught Daichi that.

“Don’t be late again, Kageyama.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kageyama waves Daichi's warning off with a lazy wave. 

 “Did you find anything?” Daichi asks after a tense pause, deciding against antagonizing the younger Kageyama any further.

“No, the so-called national library had nothing, neither did the scholars at their academies.”

“Kageyama, you didn’t-”

“I didn’t kill anyone. They won’t even remember I was there. I made sure the drugs are strong enough. They’ll only remember having a little to drink, quite literally, considering they were out by the first sip.”

“I see. Keep searching for information anyways.”

“What’s the point? There probably isn’t anything.”

“It’s better than wasting our time waiting.”

Kageyama grits his teeth in impatience. “Just take her and force it out of her.”

“It won’t work. If it did, they would've found all of it by now. Apparently, they tried it, three years ago.”

“Tch.”

 A thick silence blankets the room but is quickly lifted.

 “So you’re going with them?” Hinata questions curiously. He heard about it briefly from Kageyama a few days ago when he saw him but Daichi hasn’t disclosed the details to them.

“An unexpected turn but not unwelcome,” Daichi answers. He paces around the room leisurely, swiping his finger along surfaces as if inspecting for dust. His nose wrinkles when his finger comes off grey after running along the corner table.

Wiping his hand off, he glances back at Hinata, then Kageyama.

“Our plans won’t change. But…”

 “You two will be coming with. Tail us.”

Hinata looks at his leader as if he’s grown another head. “But if we’re found out…”

“We know the terrain better than anyone. Most you’ll have to watch out for are the loud owl and the cat. The two fox twins might pose a problem but they are easily distracted. Just keep your distances and you’ll be fine.”

Daichi smiles encouragingly at Hinata and the orange-haired boy looks up at him in a daze, amazed that this enigmatic man who has more criticism than compliments is praising him. 

 “You’re a good tracker, Hinata.”

 If you enjoyed this or GWS, please do spare a reblog and/or a comment on AO3! Your support will really mean a lot <3

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All Mine (Part 4/4) Omega Edition

Pairing: Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Osamu Miya x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluffy, slight NSFW in Mattsun!

Request: Oop sm au with Iwa, Mattsun, Kuroo, the Miya twins, and Suna where they’re jealous of someone flirting with their omega and then their omega is jealous of someone flirting with them

Summary: This time you see someone flirty with your alpha and your not happy. 

Author’s Note: They’re all here! Links below to previous parts!

Requests: Open!

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| 

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Masterlist

Karasuno

Sawamura Daichi

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

Sugawara Koushi

Just Like Candy(NSFW)

S/O who hates playing volleyball

FIrst Kisses

180 (Omegaverse AU)

Childhood Friends (Omegaverse AU)

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

Prompt: “Come here” // “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice” (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Asahi Azumane

Libero S/O

Alpha!Asahi (Omegaverse AU)

Claim (Omegaverse AU)

Jealousy

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Nishinoya Yuu

Alpha!Noya (Omegaverse AU)

Too Much (Omegaverse AU)

Kageyama Tobio

Stumbling In (NSFW)

Communication (Omegaverse AU)

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Kinks (NSFW)

Aobajohsai

Oikawa Tooru

Needy (NSFW)

Violent

Giggles

First “I love you’s”

Marking (Omegaverse AU)

Her Too? (Omegaverse AU)

Not-So-Popular (Omegaverse AU)

Iwaizumi Hajime

Truth or Dare

Irritable (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Matsukawa Issei

Prompt 92: “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg” (NSFW)

Kyoutani Kentarou

Prompts: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on a bed?”

Prompt E13 +E14: Safe Word + Aftercare (NSFW)

Soothe (Omegaverse AU)

A Favor (Omegaverse AU)

Nekoma

Nekoma

Nekoma’s Omega Manager (Omegaverse AU)

Kuroo Tetsurou

GF with nipple piercings 

Little Black Dress

Sensitive 

Piss Me Off (NSFW)

Distractions

Idiot

Protective Kuroo

First “I love you’s”

Kuroo x Reader x Bokuto (NSFW)

A Mistake // Part 2 (Omegaverse AU)

Alpha!Kuroo (Omegaverse AU)

Road Trip (feat. Bokuto)

Prompt: “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” (NSFW)

Jealous/Possessive (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt 11: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive”Prompt 46: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet” (NSFW)

Prompt E13 + E14: Safe Word + Aftercare (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Prompt E3: Exhibitionism (NSFW)

“Yo lemme dom you” (SMAU)

Kenma Kozume

S/O who hates playing volleyball

You’re Dating Him?

Alpha!Kenma (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times” (NSFW)

Attention (Omegaverse AU)

Kinks (NSFW)

Do It Again (NSFW)

Lev Haiba

Silly Girl

Fukurodani

Bokuto Koutarou

S/O who hates playing volleyball

Feelings

Kuroo x Reader x Bokuto (NSFW)

Someone Else // Part 2 (NSFW) 

Road Trip (feat. Kuroo)

Alpha!Bokuto (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt D6: Jackhammering (NSFW)

Kinks (NSFW)

Akaashi Keiji

Good Girl

Feelings

Alpha!Akaashi (Omegaverse AU)

Intimidating (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt D9: Spanking (NSFW)

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Love Letters

Pretending

Don’t Call It A Crush (NSFW): Part 1 / Part 2

Untamable Masterlist (Omegaverse AU)

Libero S/O

Personal Performer (Mob AU)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Tendou Satori 

Perfect Masterlist (Omegaverse AU)

Alpha!Tendou (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “Want some help?” (NSFW)

D12: Vagina Worship (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Shirabu Kenjirou

Alpha!Shirabu (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt 62: “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?” (NSFW)

Johzenji High

Terushima Yuuji

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Inarizaki

Miya Atsumu

Buckling Knees

Prompt: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Selfish (Omegaverse AU)

Date Tech

Futakuchi Kenji

Hate-Fuck (NSFW)

Nohebi Academy

Daishou Suguru

“Sorry, He’s Busy” (NSFW)

Itachiyama Academy

Sakusa Kiyoomi

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

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