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utahimeow · 1 year
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ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….
cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy
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“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.
“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”
“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.
you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”
it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.
tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.
“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.
“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.
when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.
“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.
he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.
there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.
“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.
“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.
each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.
before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.
you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.
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zmbiesuga · 7 months
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TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader
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sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?
warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty
notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so
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"I'm not wearin' 'em."
"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"
Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.
It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.
Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:
"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."
You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.
After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.
"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.
"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.
"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"
Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.
"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."
And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.
"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."
"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."
Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.
"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"
"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."
Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.
"What was that?" you ask.
"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."
"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"
"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."
You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."
Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.
It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...
You.
The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.
You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"
"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."
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satorkive · 1 month
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THE MAN THAT HE IS ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭⭑ KEIJI
bestfriend!akaashi who carries your bag to your classroom and makes sure you sit comfortably on your designated seat before going to his class.
bestfriend!akaashi who always has a backup of your favorite food whenever you feel hungry.
bestfriend!akaashi who ties your hair when it gets on your face. he is gentle when it comes to your body.
bestfriend!akaashi who shields you from bokuto’s incessant flirting. he denies having any feelings for you (he certainly does).
bestfriend!akaashi who lets you lay your head on his shoulder when you fall asleep under the cherry blossom tree of fukurodani academy.
bestfriend!akaashi who gets jealous when you laugh at bokuto’s jokes. he can’t make you giggle that loud.
bestfriend!akaashi who gets flustered whenever you hug him, kiss him on the cheeks, or any physical touch you initiate.
bestfriend!akaashi who memorizes all your likes, dislikes, strengths, and weaknesses. he knows what to makes you smile, shiver in disgust, bring confidence in you, and shed a tear. he knows you better than he knows himself.
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uravitypng · 2 months
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I loved it!!
But what would Bully!Tsukishima would do if his beloved starts dating someone that isn’t him.
I feel like he’d destroy the guy and then go claim her saying shit like “you’re fucking mine understand?”
I love Tsuki and I love Bully!Tsuki
~ Anon ❄️
-( i'm glad you loved it!! <33 i love him so much too! i had a dream about him last night asdfghjk ) (i had to put this under a cut because it is slightly longer than all my other parts)
i think tsukishima would say he had nothing to do with it, even though you both know the truth. i think he'd be like, "i don't know what happened but whatever did happen to him was his own fault"
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it would be very rare for you to actively pursue someone or date someone not knowing the kind of wrath tsukishima would have towards you but recently you've just started a new relationship and it's going so well, you've never had one since starting uni and they're so nice to you. they help you study, insist on paying whenever you both visit the cafe just outside of campus before classes and wait for you outside of your classes to walk you home. they're amazing and whenever you think about them your heart flutters but it was only a matter of time until tsukishima found out.
when class ends he leaves just behind you ready to pull you somewhere quiet but instead he finds you and your partner, he sees them kiss your cheek and take your bag from you to start slinging it over his shoulder, "hey! stop doing that. i can carry it."
"i could never allow that babe. you're far to pretty to carry it," he grins and holds your hand before you both walk off.
tsukishima's jaw clenches. who the hell is holding your hand? who is kisses your cheek? complimenting you? how dare they, how dare you for thinking you could do that.
he's never even seen the guy around before, boring and dull looking, someone punching above their weight and it pisses him off however he doesn't do anything, he just watches you leave, seething. if you looked around for just a second you would realise how angry he is by his expressions that you've gotten so good at identifying since he first started terrorising you.
he doesn't do anything, at least for a few days. whenever you pass each other in corridors he'll still make sneering comments and sit behind you in classes. it still makes you tear up and cry but you hide it all from your partner.
when tsukishima realises they're still there walking you home and making you smile after a few days he knows he has to do something. he's gotten good at cornering people by now with how much he does it to you. tsukishima is tall and can be very intimidating when he wants to and right now he does want to.
he throws them against the wall and grabs hold of their collar, glaring at them. your partner is in complete shock. he knows of tsukishima, everyone does, he's popular and his friends are even more popular, all the girls like his cool demeanour and he's been playing volleyball for years even before he joined uni back when he was still just a teenager but he's never interacted with your partner before and they have no idea why he's so furious at them.
the shocked expression just pisses tsukishima off even more and he holds them tighter, not in any fear that they'll try and leave but because he can and he wants to scare them. he wants to hurt them. it's only fair for laying their hands on you.
your partner tries to sort through their thoughts to say something but tsukki won't allow for that. "you've got some nerve."
"what?" they're completely confused, having not one clue about what he's talking about.
"did you really think you could get away with touching my girl?" he spits.
"what?" they repeat themselves. "your girl? i promise you i haven't been talking to anyone. i have a girlfriend."
"your girlfriend?" he glares. "she was mine before she was yours and she'll always be mine." your partner still looks confused but then whispers your name. tsukki smirks and leans closer, "that's her. touch her again and you'll see what'll happen." he pushes them harder against the wall and then lets go, causing them to fall. he thinks about the consequences but does it anyway as he punches the side of their face, definitely leaving a heavy bruise by tomorrow morning.
that night you get a phone call after not hearing from your partner all day, you didn't have any classes so you've been studying at home, you grin as you pick up.
your partner cares about you a lot, they really do but they had no idea you knew tsukishima and you had told them you never dated in university before. your partner believes you, you'd never lie to them but obviously there is something you haven't told them about tsukishima. they want to stay with you. they want to ask you about it. they really do like you and they don't want to break up with you but then they feel the bruise on their cheek and remember the threat.
your partner stays silent and you wonder if they accidentally called you. you ask if they're okay. they start talking so quietly you have to turn the television off so you can hear them. "hi, babe. i don't really know how to say this but i think we should break up." as soon as the words left their mouth they felt immediate regret.
all the warmth left your body, "what?" you say just as quietly.
he gets a flashback of tsukishima cornering them as they kept repeating 'what'. "...yeah. let's break up." he hangs up the phone and you sit in silence crying all night.
the next day you go to and seek them out in campus, wanting to talk to them face to face. you can't just end a relationship like that, you don't even know why he broke up with you. if you've done something wrong you want to try and apologise, you want to work it out, even if them breaking up with you hurt and over the phone hurt even more, you want to try and make it work.
you see a huge bruise on his face. you gasp loudly. "are you okay? what happened?" you ask worried. all thoughts about your relationship leaving your brain just concerned about them.
"nothing happened i'm fine."
"you're not fine. it looks like you were punched."
they get frustrated, they like you a lot but you're the reason that they're ended up like this. "it's because of you that this happened."
"what?" they turn around, leaving you confused and mostly upset blaming you for something you had no control of and no knowledge of.
you walk aimlessly away, not wanting to be left next to them. you find yourself on a bench and you can't stop the tears from streaming down your face.
tsukishima fortuitously finds you while he was walking back from practise. he sees you looking down at the floor and he can tell why, your partner is now your ex. he smirks and walks up to you, before he announces himself he hides the smirk and crosses his arms. "what's wrong with you princess?"
still looking down you reply, "go away tsukishima."
"don't be like that. i just want to know what happened."
"i got dumped."
without misses a beat tsukishima responds, "it's for the best. you two don't work together. it's wrong that you were with them."
when hearing this you look up with watery eyes, still sniffling, "did you have something to do with this kei?"
you've gotten use to what his slight change of expressions and body language really mean but there wasn't any indication this time even though this might be the biggest reaction he's ever had to you before. you called him kei. he always hated when people called him nicknames growing up, only really letting yamaguchi get away with it but you, you calling him by his given name? he wants to hear you say it everyday, it sounds so beautiful coming out your mouth. what would it sound like if you were moaning his name?
he has no physical reaction at you saying his given name, staying collected, as he lies to you, "i don't know what you mean princess."
"it looked like he was punched. he has a huge bruise on his face."
"nothing to do with me. i'm sure whatever it was he deserved it though."
"i don't believe you." and you don't, the way he knew you were even dating someone in the first place is suspicious and it does seem to you that it is something tsukishima would do, punching someone, breaking up your relationship, and then not admitting to it.
tsukishima tilts up your chin making you keep eye contact with him and then squeezes your chubby cheeks, not hard enough to hurt you though. "that's fine by me princess. just know you're fucking mine."
you start crying again and you're not even sure why, maybe it's because tsukki tilted your head up so carefully or maybe it's because he called you princess. maybe it's because he said you're his. maybe it's because of him that you got dumped. maybe it's because he looks really attractive in that purple shirt he's wearing. you don't know. tsukki kisses your forehead. "i've got to go and meet kuroo but i'll see you soon alright. make sure you go inside soon, it's going to get cold and it might rain," he murmurs gently. he squeezes your chubby cheeks one more time and wipes your eyes before getting up and leaving to go meet kuroo.
you hold your hand on your cheek to where tsukki's hand was and take a deep breath to calm down. you hurry to take cover inside before it rains.
bully tsukishima masterlist
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egg-noodle · 6 months
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Meet Up • Move In • Make Out
This is the second part of a little series of kagehina comics I made between 2015 - 2017, about kagehina being older, sadder, and almost in love.
If you enjoyed reading, you can grab a PDF of all three comics from my shop over here, or buy a physical copy over here.
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merlucide · 4 months
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You CANNOT tell me akaashi wouldn’t write you love letters. Pls I can just see him slipping a letter in your school bag in pretty handwriting ‘ Y/N ❤︎ ‘. He would write you the most romantic poems, signed at the bottom ‘ Keiji Akaashi ‘ .
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hoesoflamentation · 8 months
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𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥
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WARNING !! you must be at least 18 years old to visit the attractions.
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OCT. 7. manjiro sano // virginity
FRIDAY THE 13TH SPECIAL. sukuna // yandere
OCT. 15. mammon // stripper
OCT. 18. kozume kenma // mutual masturbation
OCT. 27. kento nanami // ddlg
OCT. 31 SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT. tba!
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izufeels · 1 year
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⌕ [ dear yn (love suna rintaro) ] — r.suna !
dear yn,
don’t laugh at me for doing this bull shit.
don’t laugh at me for confessing through a letter
i thought about this a lot. and by ‘this’ i mean you and confessing and being in love with you. of all people
ok that sounded dick headish
i didn’t mean it in a dick head way i meant it in like a ‘holy shit i can’t believe i’m fucking cliche and i fell in love with my super hot best friend’
i think about you a lot
the twins think it’s annoying how much i talk about you
anyway. my hand hurts and i know it’s difficult to read my janky ass handwriting so i’m ending this right now
i’m in love with you
don’t block me on everything and move to a different city
k bye
love, suna rintaro
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cielcius · 1 year
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the saying goes, you never realized what you had until you lost it—though it might not exactly apply to this situation, you’d say it’s the closest thing to it.
you had just sent suna off at the airport for his first away game. it was exciting to get the news days ago when he came home from practice, but it was only this morning when the fact had dawned upon you that it meant you wouldn’t see him for a few days.
you were proud of him—of course you were—but damn did it hurt to see him off, on a trip that you wouldn’t be going on together, a trip that would leave you alone to tend to the house. you don’t think goodbyes will get any easier no matter what.
the first day, just after leaving the airport, you arrive to an empty home, though now knowing that no one else will be walking in through the front door for the rest of the day. you get ready to sleep in an empty bed and nearly cry from the ache of loneliness that had settled into your heart from the moment you sat down to eat dinner alone.
you get a call at around one in the morning, your phone buzzing in alarm and you don’t hesitate to pick up when you see the id caller. there’s some background noise as suna asks if he’s woken you up. in your sleep stupor, you shake your head ‘no’ before voicing it into the speaker of the phone.
you smile when you hear him chuckle. just hearing the sound of him almost makes it feel as if he were next to you as he was the night before, his hands rubbing your sides as he pecks a kiss against your forehead.
suddenly the background noise doesn’t matter. it goes unheard as his voice lulls you to sleep, until you’re woken by your alarm on the second day without suna. your phone takes up your pillow as you’ve rolled over to his side of the bed, and you groan, blindly searching for the off button before getting ready for work.
your friend group of coworkers ask you if you want to go out for dinner, and this time you don’t deny them. it had been a while since you’d talked outside of work, and it’s not like there was anything to come home to.
this time, he calls you when you’re on the way back home, commuting via metro, so you’re forced to end the call quickly, letting him know that you’ll call back in a bit.
suna’s contact is pulled up on your phone from then on, your thumb ready over the call button. you hear the dial ring, once, twice, and three times before it goes to voicemail. hours away, suna has been called back to practice, shooting the blank screen of his phone a longing glance before turning away. you’ve just missed each other for the day.
you wake up on the third day tired, the fourth day frustrated, and the fifth day gloomy. though you were able to have a few conversations here and there—his break, your break—it lasted no more than three minutes with time to check in on each other and ask how the other’s day has been going. even your bids of ‘i love you’s felt too brief.
you wake up on the sixth day telling yourself to keep it together. you’d breeze through today and wake up tomorrow to pick him up from the airport. yes, the crying stops today. you arise from the covers of the bed, ready to take the day on and clean the house head-to-toe, ready for suna’s arrival until you hear a click.
“oh, you’re up.” suna stands in the doorway of your bedroom, duffel in hand with his jacket sling over his shoulder. he opens his mouth but before he can say another word, you pounce.
“rin!” albeit, the name comes out in a sob, he holds you close to him nevertheless. he rubs your back in comfort, smiling when you pull back to reveal a pout. “i thought you were coming back tomorrow.”
“i wanted to surprise you. i bought your favorite on the way back.” he smiles and pecks your forehead, making you release a sigh of content at the familiar feeling.
he was finally back.
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lightnightss · 14 days
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✮Part One: Cherry Wine✮
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Yn slips her phone into her back pocket before looking around. Her eyes search the area around her before landing on the blonde haired worker. She smiles as she starts to walk towards her.
“Hey” She says with a bright tone. The blonde girl pauses as she is moving chairs from what was once the crowd of a Q&A. Yn takes note of the way her eyes widen with shook before the girl smiles awkwardly.
“Oh, hello. Can I help you?” The blonde says in a slightly too high pitch. Yn shakes her head at the question.
“Oh no, I just wanted to introduce myself. I didn’t really get to talk before the whole book signing thing, I’m Yn” The shorter girl laughs softly, covering her mouth with her hand as she does so.
“It’s nice to meet you, Yn. My name is Yachi” she responds with a shy smile and a nod. The soft pink dusting the tips of her ears visible due to her short hair being pulled back in a loose ponytail.
“It’s lovely to meet you, as well. Would you like some help with the chairs?” Yn offers rolling the sleeves of her white button up.
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that!” Yachi says waving her hands in front of herself. Shaking her head in disagreement. Meanwhile, Yn has already started moving chairs from the crowd to tables around the cafe section of the shop.
“I offered, besides it will get done much faster if I help you” Yn says with a sly grin in Yachi’s direction. The blonde opens her mouth to argue but nothing comes out. Instead she continues to reorganize the shop alongside Yn.
After a few minutes the cafe was back to normal. Yachi turns to Yn, who is furiously typing on her phone. She watches as Yn sighs and slips her phone back in her pocket. “It was very nice to meet you, but my friends are yelling at me so I really do have to go now. Thank you for having me!” Yn says quickly as she begins to walk out of the store.
Yachi watches through the glass windows of the store as Yn’s supposed friends hit her shoulder and begin to walk off together.
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chojis · 2 months
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hinata and oikawas letters to their younger selves 😭
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utahimeow · 1 year
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for the writing practice,, kiyoomi with either spit kink or biting maybe..
cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, spitting
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‘spit in my mouth pls 🥺🥺’
that’s what the tiktok comment says. the comment left on a simple video on msby’s official tiktok page in which kiyoomi is practicing his spikes. the comment that has kiyoomi staring at his phone screen with a mixture of both horror and perplexity on his face.
“why would i spit in someone’s mouth?” he asks.
unfortunately you don’t miss a beat when you say, “because it’s hot.”
you’re too preoccupied with washing the dishes to witness the utterly disgusted expression he gives you, although you can guess exactly what he looks like. “it’s vile. why would anyone want someone else’s spit in their mouth?”
“it’s not about the spit, omi. it’s about the intimacy of it all,” you explain, unable to stifle a grin.
you could continue, you could try and explain it to him until he understands. you could reason that he has no problem shooting his cum in your mouth, so how is spit any different? but ultimately you drop it. it’s just a silly tiktok comment after all.
except it sits there in kiyoomi’s mind for the next few days. as he practises, as he falls asleep, as he fucks you deep. it’s gross, he keeps telling himself. but why isn’t he convinced?
and when his thumb gently forces your mouth open as he drives his hips into yours, when he watches your eyes turn shiny and your face turn dumb with submission, when he lets a tiny, pearly glob of saliva drop onto your tongue, he understands.
“swallow for me,” he tells you and you obey without a shred of hesitation, and fuck, he understands.
he’s never felt so close with you– he almost can’t believe it. but his heart swells at how easily you do as you’re told, and he’s chasing his spit with a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips, and he’s never understood more.
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zmbiesuga · 10 months
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UNLEARN MY HURT — s. kiyoomi x gn!reader
sypnonsis: growing up in a home where lashing out was normal, it's weird to have someone be so patient with you as you unlearn all those toxic behaviors
warnings: mentions of fighting, reader never learned how to properly express themselves (me), sakusa is so loving and patient that it's sickening, hurt/comfort-ish??, established relationship, use of petnames (angel)
notes: i want to preface this by saying, i used my own experience with my toxic household so i'm sorry if it doesn't resonate with everybody, i also wrote this at 5 in the morning so if there're mistakes whoopsies, i'll fix them later
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something people don't realize, is that sakusa kiyoomi is a patient man.
he's patient with atsumu when he's annoying him, he's patient with hinata and bokuto as their rowdiness becomes too overwhelming for him, and he's patient with himself as he takes deep breaths to avoid snapping.
sakusa kiyoomi is in touch with emotions and is open about how he feels. he seems brooding and closed-off, but he's the last person to hesitate to tell someone how they're making him feel.
sakusa kiyoomi is your polar opposite.
it's hard for you to open up about a lot of things, especially anger. it's hard for you to keep it in check, so you push it down. the more you do it, the worse it becomes. which leads to your small irritation becoming full-fledged rage at the simplest of things.
this is something that rings true tonight as you walk through the door to you and omi's shared apartment, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes as you let out a heavy sigh before you hear kiyoomi emerge from the living room.
"hey," he says softly as his eyes look at your figure up and down (that's something else about kiyoomi, he can read people eerily well), he can almost smell the anger radiating off of you, "...you wanna talk about it?"
he walks over to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder that you shrug off almost immediately as you walk to the kitchen, where he follows.
after a few minutes of silence as you get yourself a drink, you turn to kiyoomi with furrowed brows, "why don't you ever get mad at me?"
sakusa blinks a few times in confusion before he furrows his own brows, "...what?" he questions in that same soft tone, "you want me to get mad at you...?"
"no," you say firmly, almost in a sneer, "i said, why don't you ever get mad at me."
truth be told, you were yelling at yourself to shut up and stop while you were ahead. ultimately though, you decided to ignore your better conscience as you continued to attempt to push his buttons.
"i mean, if you shrugged my hand off of your shoulder and ignored me, i'd be fuming," you admitted, your voice slowly getting louder, "i just...don't understand why you never scream, why you never get mad at me and take it out on me as a response."
sakusa took a deep breath before he responded calmly, "because what good would that do us, angel?"
your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, searching your brain for an answer, "because..." you mumble as you trail off in useless thought.
you can't actually think of any reason, you just know that's how your parents dealt with things. pushed them away until it got too much to handle, and then snap at each other almost over nothing.
you look away from him with slight embarrassment as you swallow the lump in your throat as sakusa walks over to you, holding your face between his hands.
"it wouldn't do me any good to yell at you, even if i'm irritated with you," he said, "i just find something else to take it out on, like the volleyball court or taking some time alone. something i can do to process how i'm feeling."
you look up at him as your eyes become glossy, placing your own hands on his where they rest against the side of your face.
"angel, i love you, but pushing down how you're feeling isn't healthy," he says in a comforting tone, "and it also isn't healthy to take it out on someone who hasn't done anything. i know emotions are hard, okay? but i need you to understand that i'm here to help you through them and figure out what works best for you."
you looked up at him and nodded as you blinked, a few tears running down your face in the process that sakusa quickly wiped away.
"so how about we go sit down, and you tell me what's actually wrong, okay?" he asked again in a soft tone, a warm smile tugging at his lips.
you nodded again as you took his hand, sitting down on the couch as you prepared to open up.
he was right, emotions are hard, but having someone as patient as sakusa kiyoomi around makes them a little bit easier.
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heartdaichi · 1 year
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cw // nsfw, minors dni
a/n : as a girl with glasses, this is very accurate
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iwaizumi is the type of guy who believes that girls with glasses are secretly the biggest sluts. when he says girls with glasses, he means the ones who really can’t see, and have to wear them 24/7. he absolutely adores them.
which is why he’s dating you, his cute little gf who can’t see an inch in front of her without her specs on. seeing you push up the wired frame on the bridge of your nose sends a warm flood of pride to his heart at the thought of having someone so cute all to himself.
iwa also loves the fact that in public, you act all modest and shy when really, he knows what you’re truly like behind closed doors ; a pretty, needy girl in specs who goes down on her knees just to get her weekly fill from her oh-so-loving boyfriend.
“this what you want, baby? you want me to cum in this pretty cunt?” iwa fucks you into the bed, paying no attention to the way your glasses ride up on your nose as he pushes your face into the pillows. “like this?”
by the satisfied sigh you let out, iwa knows your brain has turned into a happy pile of mush. the way you groan at every thrust tells him a lot too, and it has him pulling your back flush against his chest and your chin locked in his palm as his hips snap rhythmically against yours.
he drinks in the way your eyes cross through the lenses of your glasses, clouded with the vapour from your heated pants. your tongue rests on your bottom lip and you look like you’re drowning in absolute bliss, and iwa decides that that this is a moment he wants to keep forever.
so, he pulls out his phone, opens the camera app and positions it just so your face takes up the majority of the frame. “smile, doll.” your eyes drift to the screen and you smile weakly, your glasses askew and your lips swollen from his rough kisses.
iwa pulls back the phone and smiles at your toothy grin lighting up the screen. he loves his dumb little glasses wearing gf <3
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uravitypng · 2 months
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Hope you’re doing great!! I’m obsessed with your writing. What do you think Bully!Tsukishima would act if someone else tries to bully his crybaby?
~ Anon ❄️
i'm good thank you!! i hope you're well too! i hope you enjoy how bully tsukki reacts <3
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it never even crossed his mind that someone else might try and bully you and if it did it was fleetingly and on occasions when he heard someone laugh at something he did to you, the thought didn't bother him. in his eyes it doesn't matter, if someone did start teasing you then that's your problem, it doesn't affect him.
although it really does.
when it actually does happen properly and he realises someone is genuinely bothering you it then becomes a reality and he has to deal with it.
you never hid that someone else was upsetting you and teasing you, tsukishima would never care about it anyway. coincidentally he found you one day taking deep breaths and sniffling as you're trying to breathe correctly after being tormented by someone who has started bullying you and they were crueller than anyone you've ever met before.
tsukki never thought he'd see the day where he would see you cry and not take some amount of pleasure in it but seeing you desperately try to calm down from something he didn't know about filled him with serious dread. something he has never felt so strongly before.
he crouches down to your level to where you were sitting and you jump not realising he was there in the first place. he frowns and tilts your head up so he can look at you and wipe the tears off of your face with his thumb but the tears just keep coming. "talk to me princess," he says gruffly.
you shake your head vehemently.
tsukishima clenches his jaw at what he believes is your ridiculous behaviour. "don't be a baby, talk to me."
"you won't care," you reply quietly.
"won't care about what?" if you were anyone else he'd likely have lost interest in trying to help someone so stubborn by now but you're you. if people don't want to accept his help and keep refusing to cooperate with him the majority of the time he stops trying to help, the only real exemptions are his brother and yamaguchi but even they know better than to test tsukishima's patience on this kind of thing.
"someone's being mean to me," you say while trying to stop crying.
tsukishima scoffs. "so what?" he pauses for a second before continuing, "is this why you're in here hiding away? so what if someone is being mean taking away your pen and you cry your eyes out."
you shake your head again but meekly this time, "they're being really mean tsukishima." he doesn't say anything and just looks at you. because of his gaze on you you feel his scrutiny so you come clean completely and tell him, "they're bullying me."
tsukishima just goes completely still because no one else can treat you like that. no one else can make you cry, at least not over something so serious, not over something that really upsets and affects you. not if that person or persons are bullying you. you're his, only he is allowed to do that to you. no one should make you cry. he can accept you crying if you thought someone looked at you funny or took a belonging of yours or teased you a little because you cry all the time, but this? he's not having this.
he wets his lips and looks up, taking a deep breath and trying to stop his anger from rising to the top. he's not an angry person, no one ever would assume he was an angry person and they'd be right, he's not and he never thought he would be but the idea of someone bullying you, the idea that someone is being really mean to you, that pisses him off because its not like before when he thought you where overreacting like the crybaby you are about someone mildly teasing you on one occasion, this is serious. "who?"
"does it really matter?" you fiddle with your fingers, finally calming down a bit and having less tears flowing down your chubby cheeks.
"yes, it matters."
you tell him their name and tsukishima notes it to memory.
tsukishima kisses your forehead and lifts you up, resisting the urge to kneed your soft wide hips as you stand up. "come on, lets get you something to eat and drink." it's extremely rare that tsukishima ever is seen with you in public alone but he takes you to a vending machine outside in campus.
you think he did this because it's quieter out here so there's less people and less people to recognise the two of you together but in actuality it was the closet place from where you were and he wanted you to drink something as soon as possible with how much you were crying. he's never seen you cry that much and that's saying something, the man who gets off on seeing you and making you cry not ever able to make you cry as you just have been... (yet)
that person never bothers you again. not once. why? you don't know but you're guessing tsukishima had something to do with it.
the thing with tsukishima is that he is actually very popular and is friends with people that are also popular so one bad word about someone spreads like wildfire. there are so many rumours about him in just one day it's crazy, that's when tsukishima decides to have his own private conversation with them. "your social life is a wreck your club is thinking about kicking you off the team because of all those allegations. they might be fake but really who would they believe out of the two of us? you bother my girl again, i'll make it worse. if you even talk to her or look at her i'll make sure these rumours follow you for the rest of your life."
no one talks to your bully any more but tsukishima kept his promise to not make even more extreme rumours. after he was kicked off his basketball team he was content. he'd never done anything like this before because it's not like him at all it's not in his character. so he doubts he'll ever do it again... that is unless someone else tries to bully you. they need to learn their place after all. don't touch things that aren't yours to touch.
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miya-rin · 2 years
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dear yn
osamu told me short and sweet is the way to go so i decided to listen to him for once.
i like you, alot. i like you a little more than best friends are supposed to. i didnt realise it at first, actually i only realised when i saw that first year confess to you, the thought of you being with someone other than me made my chest feel tight.
and i know youre gonna make fun of me for being all sappy and writing you a letter, that is if you still wanna talk to me after this, but i know that if I’m talking to you face to face it will be much harder and ill never end up confessing.
just like last 2 times I’ve tried.
you have probably notice how nervous i am around you now, and i know it’s probably weird for you to see me like that, trust me its weird for me too, but the fact that i haven’t confessed eats away at me every night, so i’m thinking its better for me to do this and it be kinda awkward after than to never get over you and you be uncomfortable with the way i act.
you may not feel the same but please, just don’t stop talking to me, i still appreciate you so much and i cant imagine life without you, even if that means we aren’t together.
anyway, as i’ve said, short and sweet (at least i hope it is) so please just think about it, you don’t have to answer right away, buttttt i would prefer that.
love atsumu
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my dear yn collection!
this was inspired by @oogoshi check out their “dear yn” series!
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