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angelatsumu · 2 years

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tight spot [souleater!hq]

this is a blurb for souleater!au haikyu because i am selfishly inspired, but also because @kodzukenskittten encouraged some because we both love Soul Eater (the anime)

context: Kita is written like Death the Kid and the Miya twins are his weapons. gn!reader's weapon is Kyoutani

warnings: none! this is sfw!

in which atsumu is your weapon for the day because kyoutani gets hurt during recon.

you felt like you’d been running from these mindless drones of Arachnae for what felt like hours. this mission—like almost every joint mission Lord Death sent you on—seemed to be going to shit as you felt your feet tingling beneath you. scythe—kyoutani—in hand, you trekked quickly behind Kita who had his twin pistols Atsumu and Osamu in hand as a means of protection and way clearance. you two had been bickering about how to locate the exit on this seemingly abandoned witch hideout, and of course, the two of you happened on the meeting of a few hundred agents of Arachnae. after a dutiful battle with the weaklings of the pack, your scythe had managed to get injured causing you and your meister friend (foe) to retreat.

why wouldn’t kita just lend you a twin pistol, you ask? after all, you could end these clowns if you had a weapon. well Kita is a very particular individual with an intricate way of soul capturing and battling keishin beings. Kita’s whole aesthetic is based around his OCD, and had it not been for the twins happening upon him, he would have been hopeless in his search for balanced weapons. Kita never used one pistol, always two, and he only took missions that resulted in an equal distribution of souls between his two beloved weapons. Atsumu and Osamu were the perfect pair of glocks of duplicate weight and design, so Kita used them dutifully and with ease. if he were to donate one to his frenemy for battle, things would not be symmetrical, and that would risk a full-blown panic attack. though, that may not be the worst thing possible in this situation. the last time Kita had a melt down, he had managed to blast Anubis to bits, leaving on the crumbled remains and an uneven amount of souls to be collected. after that incident, he felt so horrible that he swore to never allow asymmetry ever again.

now, as you rounded another corner that led down a dimly lit walkway, you wondered just how bad a Kita-the-kid level melt down might be. “Kid,” you rasped, feet feeling heavier with each stride forward. he gives you an absent-minded “huh?” as he spins around to fire at the minions making some progress behind you. “pistol. now.” you grunt, stamina wearing thin as you give him a look of angry desperation. he gives you a disgusted look, and just as your turn to swing your wounded scythe at your gaining enemies, he stops the hoverboard. your running frame collides with his static one, knocking him off the board and both of you fall to the ground with a clank. you sit up immediately, staring at him in disbelief; he matches your gaze. “you’re fucking joking,” you huff, reaching for a pistol in his hand and he selfishly tugs it away. the two of you have a quick wrestling fit before the twins have had enough, switching to human form to force the both of you apart.

atsumu corners you against the mildew-covered cement wall, staring down at you as Osamu does the same to Kita. the stare you share with him makes you feel small, and he grabs your hand while maintaining eye contact with you. you gasp as you can hear the footsteps of Arachnae’s army coming closer. “you better know how to use me,” he warns, giving you a wink before returning to weapon form. as your mind refocuses on the task at hand, you look up to see a disgrunted Kita, using both hands to grip one of his weapons. “you’re a brat,” he scoffs, and you stick your tongue out at him before scooping up your scythe and strapping him to your back. “ya ready, Kita,” you smile as the enemies come within your vision. he gives you a smirk before nodding, “as ready as i’ll ever be.”

#pup’s thots #souleater!haikyu #hq blurbs #hq au #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu au #hq concepts #hq headcannons #hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #miya atsumu blurb #osamu blurb #atsumu hcs #kita headcanons #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #atsumu x reader #hq crack

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lunamochii · 2 months

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you're the blue text ; they're the gray/grey text

bokuto, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, oikawa, suna, sugawara, sachiro

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blissfullyrhea · 1 year

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For the First time 18+ short blurb

(Not proofread or edited)

Everytime you had sex… it was weird.

Not because neither you or the party were clueless but because you would get to the point where you couldn’t feel… anything. Your cunt would be sopping wet to the point that your partners weren’t doing anything for you. Sex wasn’t really fun.

Well… not until you met him.

It’s kind of taboo to talk about sex with friends you’re not comfortable with, some cultures and people find sex talk in general too intimate. But when you and him started talking, becoming closer, it became normal banter for him to talk about his one night stands and experiences and you doing the same or listening and willingly criticizing anything cringey he’d bring up.

You were open about how you were with sex… how it was so hyped up that when you finally had it it was almost regretful… how you would get so soaking wet, dripping that you couldn’t even feel your partner and we’re left unsatisfied cause of course you wouldn’t say anything.

That’s when it snapped.

That’s when he took you out for lunch and you never went back to work, but straight to his house to “get something”

However, you didn’t expect getting something to turn into you, pushed over the back of his couch with his cock sliding into your tight cunt at such an angle that you were in tears, trying to push his thighs back. You could feel his cock in your cervix, hitting so fucking hard that it hurt to the point of pleasure. The feeling was so foreign to you. To have a man force you to ride his cock until you were dripping around him. His hips moved at such a pace that when you felt yourself cumming, screaming his name, you were forced into another orgasm right after. His nasty grunts and moans of filthy words missing you entirely by how stupid his cock was making you. Your legs shaking on their own, barely able to keep you up. It was only after he filled your crying cunt that he kissed your neck, murmuring how he’d make sure you knew the feeling of a real man every night. His strong hands rubbing your waist as he stayed there, warm in your cunt. “T’s not that hard to make your pretty pussy cum, baby, you were just wasting time with the wrong guys.” It was safe to say that you finished that day off with several more positions making you cry and cream and a boyfriend who you were definitely marrying by this time next year.

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kiyoomiiz · 4 months

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miya osamu's love is constant and quiet. there's too much of it clogging his throat and he struggles to get the simplest of compliments out. it's clunky and doesn't come out right most of the time. but its love, nonetheless.

its love in the way that he slices mangoes and peals oranges for you to snack on. its love in the way that the sun spills from his lips when he smiles at you. its love in the way that it's all-consuming and surrounding the both of you in its warm embrace. its love in the way that he tells you awful jokes to lift your mood, even if it's at the cost of his embarrassment. osamu would put everything on the back burner for you, and no, you wouldn't even have to ask him to. he'd do it simply because he loves you.

#osamu's garden #god i need an osamu in my life #this is about timeskip mega hunk osamu but it could also be about scrawny awkward high school osamu too #miya osamu #haikyuu #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #x reader #haikyuu blurbs #hq #hq x reader #hq timeskip #haikyuu time skip

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dreamkidddream · 11 months

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hey, how about 🗣,🍯 and 📆 with dazai osamu for the game? i absolutely love you and your writing btw!!

Thank you so much!! <33 hope you enjoy and reader is gender neutral! (Also Dazai is a very complex character to write abt and I remember this every time I write something serious with him 🫠)

TW: tiny mention of suicide (it’s in reference to Dazai. Really tiny mention but still wanted to tag it!)

Build-A-Blurb Ask Game! *closed

🗣 having an argument

🍯 friends to lovers

📆 office romance

It was always people getting mad at Dazai.

From minor inconveniences that he creates to the downright risky and dangerous choices that he makes on missions (even if it does work out in the end). He was always the one that people get frustrated and aggravated with, even if it wasn’t serious half of the time.

You never thought it would be the other way around.

And you never thought you would find yourself on the receiving end with him glaring at you.

It was already tense in the room, and as much as you wanted to believe you could still hold your head high to face him, it was a bit hard to do.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Dazai mad before- sure, you’ve seen when his irritation would slip through the cracks of his playfulness and when he gets serious, but not actually angry. It was an unfamiliar sight, and the longer he stood there, the more you started to squirm under his stare.

You felt small underneath his gaze, like a child standing in front of their disappointed parents. But you weren’t scared or embarrassed- if anything, it was causing your own anger to flare up.

“Wait- are you seriously upset with me right now?” Crossing your arms, you tried to keep your emotions in check, it was hard if you guessed the reason why he’s upset- it’s not like Dazai’s an open book and wash to read, no matter how close you’ve gotten lately.

But all he did was keep his hard stare on you, scoffing. “I don’t even know why I even bother-“

“Why you even bother- excuse me? Bother with what- me?”

The silence was enough for an answer, and enough for you anger to boil over.

“You know what your issue is Osamu? You don’t know how to communicate- you just run away from every single problem and then pop back up when it’s convenient for you, leaving the people you so call care about to pick up the pieces of the mess you left.”

You saw his eyes narrow and the petty side of you hoped that you struck a nerve.

“How is that fair to anyone? You just abandon them and then decide to come back when you’re ready to come back. And then you don’t even try to solve it- you just flash a fake smile and try to push everything under the rug like it’s already been handled when it wasn’t!“

Now you were raising your voice, fingers balling up into fists as you finally let out all of your pent up frustrations and emotions.

“And then you don’t even let me try- you don’t even try to let me in to help!” You stepped closer to him, and you missed how tense he was getting. “I got to a point where I thought I was finally getting somewhere,” you let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “But I wasn’t, of course I wasn’t.”

The late nights leaving the office together, the soft glances he would give you, the gentle touches between you both- all of your shared moments ran through your mind, causing a sense of dread to fill you. Did those mean nothing to him? We’re you just there to pass time for him? Just a placeholder until he gets bored and moves on to someone else?

Even as you stand here and pour your heart out, all Dazai could do was stare.

Your chest was starting to get tight, voice cracking, “You’re just- do I even mean anything to you?”

He called out your name before you cut him off.

“Do I?” It came out as a whisper, and the silence afterwards was deafening.

His breath hitched and his eyes widened a bit, fingers twitching before being balled up at his side.

Something wet trailed down your cheek, and it was just then that you realized you were crying. You wanted to stop, but the thought of knowing that you didn’t mean anything to Dazai weighed on you heavily. It became nearly impossible to choke your sobs back.

“I care about you so much and it’s like I get nothing in return. It’s just- you’re so damn selfish Osamu!”

You cursed at yourself for being so vulnerable like this, but you couldn’t help it. Everything you were feeling came out all at once, and you were unable to hold it back anymore.

Was he even feeling anything now-

Something pulled you forward and you found yourself surrounded by warmth. It didn’t register that you were in Dazai’s arms as he gently pulled you against his chest.

You tried to tilt your head to meet his gaze, but he just pressed you closer.

“I care about you more than you’ll ever realize.”

You felt his chest rumble from his words. It came out quiet, but sincere. It only made you cry harder honestly, but you felt a sense of genuine comfort from him that’s been lacking for some time.

And Dazai knows it- he knows that he’s not a comforting person. He’s never been known to bring anyone a sense of comfort- only pain and despair, as dramatic as it sounds. He’s ruined lives, his hands are coated with blood that will never wash off, and he’s sure that he’s destined for hell once his time is up.

He deserves it though, he believes. He doesn’t deserve the peace that you bring him, he doesn’t deserve you. You made his time on this earth a bit bearable, and he doesn’t deserve that after everything that he’s done. And that alone made him even more worried about losing you.

But you were right about him being selfish. As much as he wants to end his life, he wants to indulge in you for as long as he can before he’s successful. It’s hard for him to be vulnerable- the only time he could be was when speaking to his dear friend, whether at their cherished bar or now at his tombstone.

But Dazai still didn’t want to lose you. He wanted you to know how much you meant to him before he passes on. The time that he’s finally ready to open up won’t come anytime soon or would be easy to do, but he hopes that one day he’ll be able to bear his sins and all to you.

But for now, he’ll simply hold you to remind you of how much you mean to him.

#build a blurb ask game 🫧#dream rambles about bsd 🐶🔍#bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x gender neutral reader

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sashimiyas · 2 months

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cw: gen snippet about the twins; angst

osamu’s in tokyo sleeping on a decade old futon in someone else’s living room. akaashi’s living room.

on the first day, osamu was told that his new bed for the next month was from akaashi’s college days. his impromptu move in finally convinced the editor to purchase a new medium for sleeping. though with osamu’s curious peeping around his doorframe, it looks much less like an upgrade and more like a lateral move.

akaashi’s still out, hardly home, and probably why he was so willing to accept osamu’s residence. that, and because he knows that osamu’s presence means a rumored tokyo location may be in motion.

which is true. it is the reason why osamu is here, but it’s only a week in and though the cook turned entrepreneur has walked many difficult roads in his past, these tokyo ones has osamu with an eye constantly over his shoulder.

he feels out of depth for the very first time, lost despite himself. he never realized how much he’d relied on his community, of the regulars ingrained in his life as much as the grains that have stained his fingers. of jiji and his taiyaki. of the dinging bell of the students who bike past his shop every afternoon. even the sun rises different among the large buildings.

there’s little in akaashi’s home to entertain him. only cartons of cigarettes and books from countries that osamu can hardly pronounce. the man hardly has a working fridge though akaashi is never home enough to even file a complaint to his landlord about it.

osamu sits idly with his back against the wall. he stares ahead of him at a bookshelf that is topped with two small trophies and a couple of picture frames. bokuto is in 90% of them and is probably the brightest thing in akaashi’s home. as dismal as it is, that’s hardly saying anything.

and so osamu dials the closest thing he has to home. atsumu answers immediately.

the sound of his voice has osamu immediately sitting up straight, tucking his legs beneath him. it’s been a while since he’d spoken to his brother. many calls had been left unanswered and unreturned. even this new turning point in his life had began without him. which osamu was fine with despite disappointment.

however, osamu can already tell that something is off just by his brother’s first breath before greeting. the man prides himself with a good nose, smelling the transformation of aromatics seconds before it happens.

“what’s up with ya?”

atsumu’s response confirms his suspicions, “nothing!”

an attack like that is usually met with an equally aggressive quip. osamu already feels like he’s losing his brother. the realization coupled with the isolation he’s been facing in tokyo fills osamu with dread. his stomach is heavy and he wants to expel the feeling by throwing up.

“ya ain’t been right. something up ya ass or what?”

it’s a cheap shot but it’s a desperate attempt to find something that atsumu can respond candidly to.

“fuck outta here! the hell ya want, samu? ya call me up just to talk shit?”

“course, it’s what we always do.”

atsumu’s silence hurts more than verbalizing the reminder.

“i ain’t got time for that right now.”

osamu’s mind blanks for a moment. they had accepted distance. but time? atsumu’s time had always been his and vice versa. they came into this world together, pressed against their mother’s bosom in tandem. every second has been lived twice between the both of them.

and then osamu’s angry.

“what?” he grips his phone tight into his fist, “ya think ya better than me?”

“no!”

“what about ma? ya ain’t got time for ma?”

“what?! no!”

“ya think just because ya some big shot athlete that ya suddenly don’t have—“

“i ain’t a big shot!”

atsumu’s heaving through the phone and osamu can feel the air change yet again.

“i ain’t gonna have a job soon, samu! there’s a new hotshot setter about to graduate high school. they say even better than kageyama.”

the pieces slowly begin to fall into place. osamu’s breath stills but atsumu’s continues.

“and ya know i’ve never been able to beat kageyama.”

“don’t—“

“shut up samu. i know how it is. im a setter and ya know there’s only one of us on the court. i became one because ya wanted to be a hitter and i knew id always have ya to set to. but…”

osamu wishes he brother wouldn’t say it. but they’re both mean. they both say words that are meant to hurt.

“but ya dont need me and i need to find someone else to set to. so yeah, i ain’t got time right now for bullshit, samu.”

and they both never know how to say what they truly feel. because how, after all of this, can osamu admit that he does need his brother right now?

#reinas.inretrograde #i forgot that writing a longer fic #meant that there’s scenes i want to write without the whole fic #but this #is about osamu in tokyo. and is also related to the little blurb of osamu playing volleyball at the rec center #reina.writeshaikyuu!!#idc it’s unedited. i’m just vibing #but always im shaking one piece like a pair of pants wishing that the episodes fall out like loose change and that i don’t have to watch all #thousand episodes of this series

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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haikyuu smau au - pt. one

✩ - you were the manager of the inarizaki vb team back in high school, which gave you close connections with the team members.

✩ - this series doesn't really have a plot, but if you guys enjoy it i could try and make it into smth more <3

✩ - this is just a short little taste of what these smau's are gonna look like !! follow for more :)

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

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noose-lion · 2 years

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*Dazai answers phone while doing paperwork at Agency*

"Yes~"

"Hello baby, I'm uh, how do I put this..."

*Dazai slowly putting his pen down and clasping his hands*

"Chuuya where are you?"

*suspicious pause*

"I can tell you where I'm not."

"..."

"Osamu-"

"Are you at the fucking animal shelter!?"

*in background Kunikida is fuming, Ranpo is cackling, and Yosano is recording*

"..............Maybe."

"No."

"But babe-"

"I said no."

"Princess, can't we-"

"No Chuuya! You already have three dogs at home. Why are you even at the animal shelter?"

*Yosano begrudgingly hands money to Ranpo*

"Osamu-"

"You already adopted another one didn't you?"

*Chuuya looks to the dog sitting beside him*

" ...I just signed for her."

"I swear Chuuya! You know how I feel about the dogs."

"She's not that big."

*the dog: literally huge*

"WE DON'T NEED ANOTHER DOG!"

"She was lonely Dazai, I could see it in her eyes."

"I. DO. NOT. CARE!"

*argument continues for another hours. Chuuya still has a new dog.*

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naturallykenma · 2 years

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comfort prompts (various haikyuu)

a/n: a collection of writing from these prompts <3 also suna’s is based off true events in my life <3

warnings: descriptions of loss a family member in suna’s, general angst/comfort in the rest!

featuring: timeskip suna, osamu, kenma, atsumu

★suna: “Thank you for this.”

when suna arrived at your apartment one day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. you were yourself, cheery and happy. that is, until you stepped out of the room to take a phone call. suna didn’t hear the phone call, but from the way you scurried back into the room, hit play on the show, and cuddled back up to him as fast as you could, he could tell something was off.

“i hope your phone call went well.” he said softly, making you shake your head. suna pressed a kiss to your head before mumbling an “i’m sorry,” and focusing on the tv show again.

from your perspective, however, your world was crashing down. you just got news that your grandfather died and your mom had called to give updates about services. however, you didn’t want to burden suna with the news or your grief. so you kept it to yourself around him, acting like you normally do.

it wasn’t until later that the news hit you and you felt tears fill your eyes while you were resting your head on suna’s shoulder.

“i should probably get going soon, for dinner- hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

you just shook your head and let the tears fall, suna holding you to his chest and letting you cry.

“hey, it’s okay, baby. i’m right here.” he soothed quietly.

“you can go, if you want. for dinner.” you sniffled, wiping your eyes. “i’m okay.”

“clearly you’re not.” he replied. “and that’s okay. i’m not leaving until you’re happy.”

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, leaning forward to put on another show, one that was happy and light hearted. by the end of the episode, your tears were gone. suna smiled seeing you happier than before.

“hey rin?” you asked, glancing up at him as he stood in your doorway, preparing to head out.

“hm?”

“thank you. for this.” you mumbled. “for staying and everything.”

“don’t thank me, baby. just doing my job.” he replied. “see you soon?”

“yeah. see you soon.”

★osamu: “Hey, tell me what’s wrong?”

osamu entered your apartment, placing the food he made at work on the counter. knowing you were sad about something, he made his way to the bedroom, finding you curled up in bed, sobbing.

osamu frowned, kneeling down in front of you and wiping your tears with his thumb. “hey, tell me what’s wrong?” he whispered.

“didn’t get it.” you mumbled, sniffling. osamu frowned even more, knowing what you were referring to. the job you applied to, your dream job, the one you wanted more than anything.

“oh baby.” he sighed, climbing into bed with you and pulling you into his chest. “i’m so sorry, my love. i know how much you wanted that job.”

you nodded into his chest, sniffling.

“‘s okay, baby. let it all out. ‘m right here.” he soothed, rubbing your back softly.

“‘m sorry ‘samu. i know you wanted to do something fun tonight.” you muttered.

“hey don’t apologize. it’s okay, you’re okay. how about we eat dinner and take a bath tonight, hm?” he suggested, making you nod.

“yeah. sounds good, ‘samu.” you told him, making him smile.

“perfect. now you stay right here and let me take care of ya!”

★kenma: “Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

when kenma stepped out of his office after streaming, he didn’t expect to find you crying on the couch in the living room.

“hey, um what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

“nothing, ken. just failed that test i studied really hard for.” you mumbled.

“oh.” he replied. “do you want to watch a movie with me? take your mind off of it?”

kenma wasn’t really the best at comforting, he wasn’t the best when it came to emotions in general. but he really cared about you and didn’t want you to be sad, so he figured he would try something that makes him feel better.

“yeah, that sounds good.” you smiled sadly, making kenma smile.

“you can pick the movie. i’ll get the snacks.” he told you, going to the kitchen to get snacks while you settled on your comfort movie. once he returned and you hit play, you curled up to him, resting your head on his chest.

“thanks, ken. appreciate it.” you mumbled, feeling sleep start to take over. “love you.”

“yeah.” he sighed, smiling down at your tired form. “love you too.”

★atsumu: “It’s raining. You should be inside. I’m fine.”

the soft patter of the rain usually put you to sleep, but tonight it did nothing but keep you awake. the argument you and atsumu had earlier kept replaying in your head, the yelling and the tears filling your mind.

atsumu’s harsh words filled your mind once again, making tears fill your eyes once more. although you were in your (usually) shared bedroom and atsumu was on the couch, you couldn’t help but feel like you need space.

you sighed and got up, getting a sweater and shoes, grabbing your phone and keys just incase before making your way out to the front porch, sitting on the stairs and watching the rain fall down.

little did you know, atsumu wasn’t asleep on the couch and heard you leave. he grew concerned, getting up and following you out.

the close of the front door pulled your gaze away from the rain for a second, to find atsumu coming and taking a seat next to you.

“what are you doing out here? it’s raining. you should be inside. i’m fine.” you muttered, resting your head on your knees and focusing back on the rain.

“could say the same about you.” he mumbled. “you’ve been crying.”

“mhmm. i’m fine now.” you responded.

“babe you’re out here in the rain.” he pointed out. “i know we fought but….but i don’t want ya out here catching a cold.”

“too bad. don’t wanna be around you.” you pouted.

“you don’t have to be around me. let’s just go back inside and go to bed. you can take the bed and i’ll take the couch.” he told you.

“fine. but only because i’m too tired to fight.” you relented, glaring when he held out his hand to help you up. you took it anyway.

he led you back inside, leading you to the bedroom and tucking you back in. this time, however, the rain helped put you to sleep. atsumu smiled, seeing you rest and pressed a soft kiss to your head, whispering an “i love you, i’m sorry.” against your hair before he went back out to the couch, already plotting how he would make it up to you in the morning.

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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how firefighter!hq eats you <3 [nsfw]

hello my friends <3 the pup is back with some firefighter!hq drabble.

warnings: NSFW, afab!reader, dom! vibes, not well written, but still kinda fun!

engine boys.

engine boys are deliberate when their heads are between your thighs. they’re skillful and accurate with their tongues, flicking your clit just right to have your toes curling and back arching. they’re pulling another orgasm from your dripping heat with their middle and ringer fingers curled slightly, rubbing that sweet spot that has you creaming. they’re skillful at hitting that spot, time after time, after time; it’s what engine boys do best. the stamina that engine boys have is almost terrifying as they pull more than two orgasms from your weeping hole. you’re crying as you’re cumming, begging for a break when their eyes peer up at you from below, a glint in them that has your body reeling. “you know better than to interrupt a hungry man, baby”

atsumu, shoyo, oikawa, iwaizumi, kenma, suna, wakatoshi, tendou, maki

truckies.

truckies eat pussy for themselves, not for you. their tongues are fat as they flatten against your clit, obnoxiously slurping the wetness you have to offer. they’re almost barbaric with how lewdly they moan and grunt into your pussy, hips rutting against the mattress as their fingers swirl your clenching hole. your poor cunt is scissored open with two fat fingers as their mouth suctions to your throbbing clit, “o-oh fuck,” you whimper softly, hands tangling in their hair as they piston their fingers into your quivering cunt. you’re seeing stars, the force of their actions throwing you into the deep end of your orgasm. you’re damn near screaming as your vision goes white, body overheating with the quaking orgasm that overtakes you. he cums as your squirt sheens over his face, fucking his hips into the mattress more as he sloppily licks at your pussy, fingers never stopping their assault on your walls.

koutaro, aone, osamu, aran, meian, issei, kyoutani, kageyama, daichi <333

if you have differing ideas on who is a truckie vs engine boy, please feel free to keep them to yourself. also, i did not include squad guys because i don't really work with them anymore so?

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iwas-princess · 2 years

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keeps his hands firmly on your thigh everytime he sits next to you.

it doesn’t matter what he’s doing - if he’s next to you, his hands is going to be resting on your thigh.

when he’s driving, watching tv with you, eating with you, doing work, any reason really.

because, he knows it makes you feel so special and erupts butterflies in your stomach every time he does it.

and he’d never tell you, but it makes him feel so special too.

- iwaziumi, kuroo, diachi, tanaka, osamu, suna, semi.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu blurb #haikyuu mtl #haikyuu fanfic #iwaizumi x reader #iwazumi fluff #kurro fluff #daichi fluff #tanaka fluff #suna fluff #osamu fluff #semi fluff

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kuroosdarling · 2 years

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sunday mornings with samu always always always include making pancakes together. he’s the real pro in the kitchen but he always insists on you cooking them. maybe it’s because he loves how much care you put into mixing the batter. or maybe because he loves that no matter how many times you try to flip the pancake by tossing it in the pan, it always lands on the floor. either way — he wouldn’t trade these mornings for anything else in the world. in his eyes, you’re the supreme chef in the house <3

#god i wanna write sm for the twins— mainly samu #but im so scared of writing the accents #LMFAO #so here’s a blurb #happy bday to the twins <333 #miya osamu #miya atsumu #⁺. ʚ aims thots ɞ ⋆˙

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chuulyssa · 2 months

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★ TAGS ─ dazai x reader, pm!dazai, dom!dazai, sub!reader has an ability (what it is is up to you), oral (m receiving), spanking, degradation, bondage, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, begging, edging

thinking about getting recruited by the youngest and greatest executive in the history of the port mafia. how excited yet nervous you'd be as you entered osamu dazai's training room, eyes wandering over the peeled walls covered in blood and marks from the bullets of various guns. how he'd assure you that it was nothing with a light kiss on your hand.

how he'd smile before giving you the harshest training one could imagine. one that'd leave you weak to your knees, yet never covered in injuries. how he'd degrade you every time your breath felt heavy, and you were about to pass out. "oh, you're tired already? perhaps you need a little motivation?" he'd say before spanking you as if you were a toddler, and you'd cry out because it was so blissful, yet so wrong.

how he'd order you to shut up and suck him when you went wrong, throat gagging over his thick and hard dick. "dirty little slut, can't even handle training a little ability. in the port mafia you're either used or thrown away." tears would well in your eyes and you'd try to nod, his big cock shoved all the way into your mouth.

but then he'd tie you up with his bandages to the wall and make you use your ability to free yourself, fucking you with his slender fingers and making you beg to come, edging you relentlessly. he'd laugh harshly at how pathetic you looked, calling you a needy bitch. "be a good girl and get out of there, and i may think about letting you come."

you didn't have to know that his touch ceased your ability, did you? so you'd kick around in the air and concentrate on your ability all you could, but the feeling of his cock now inside you would be too much for you to handle, fogging your brain completely, and he'd spank your ass even harder.

it hurt, but you had agreed to this, hadn't you? he had warned you when he had met you for the first time that this was going to be dangerous, and the training would be merciless. you had wanted this from the start, and you couldn't back away now, could you?

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FULL VERSION COMING SOON (if i'm not lazy)

#bsd #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #osamudazai #dazai bsd #dazai smut #dazai scenarios #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs dazai #blurb

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priniya · 5 months

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requests guidelines ⭐️

hello everyone! after a year (and a half?) i’ve finally got to myself to show all the things i could write for. it’s gonna be updated regularly as soon as i obsess over something new.

so . . .

i’m not sure if i’m a good person to write smut so… request if u want, but might take a long time before i post it! (i haven’t really written anything smut related so that might be bad)

please, if you request something, write a small blurb of what you’ll like to read!

i mainly write for a female reader with she/her pronouns and all that, but i’m up for gender neutral as well if you feel like it :)

i might add sth here if i think of it, but the most important part is who do i write for. bold stands for my favs, italics is like… second fav, i guess!

✩ harry potter — slytherin boys (theodore nott, mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy + pansy parkinson and daphne greengrass), marauders (james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black, evan rosier, barty crouch jr.), golden era (harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, weasley twins, ginny weasley).

✩ percy jackson — greek demigods (percy jackson, leo valdez, annabeth chase, luke castellan, grover underwood, hood brothers, clarisse la rue, piper mclean), roman demigods (frank zhang, jason grace, hazel lavasque).

✩ books — the inheritance games (jameson hawthorne, grayson hawthorne, xander hawthorne, avery kylie grambs, thea laughlin), a good girl’s guide to murder (pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh), hockey boyfriends (nate hawkins, garret graham, john logan, dean di laurenti, john tucker, hunter davenport, henry turner, russ callaghan)

✩ miscellaneous series — jenny han universes (conrad fisher, peter kavinsky, kitty song covey, cam cameron, steven conklin, minho), criminal minds (spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, derek morgan), outer banks (jj maybank, pope heyward, rafe cameron), my life with the walter boys (alex walter, cole walter, isaac garcia, kailey)

✩ anime — haikyuu (kageyama, tsukishima, osamu, atsumu, suna, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, semi + the rest😭).

✩ people i don’t know how to classify — zuko + sokka, steve harrington, matthew gray gubler, drew starkey, louis partridge, timothee chalamet, peter parker, nct members.

if you don’t see someone, just ask! there’s a high chance i just forgot about them xx

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sashimiyas · 11 months

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seriously. write even if it’s bad. write even if you know you can do better. open the door or you’ll never make it back home.

#reinas.inretrograde #i would write two sentences a day for the past week and just close my laptop or go onto something else bc i just wasn’t feeling it #but writing the small osamu blurb last night riddled with grammatical errors #has now inspired me to sit in front of my computer and commit again #like i’m so happy i’m back inside this little world.

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luvtsumu · 11 months

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atsumu's "bad" habit

atsumu x chubby reader!!!!, friends to lovers, more of a blurb of thoughts tbh LOL, gentle biting???, fluff, middle school atsumu, high school atsumu, timeskip atsumu LOL

best friends to lovers atsumu who never outgrew or got rid of his habit of biting you. at first it was a cuteness aggression, something he picked up from his mom who used to always lightly bite him and his brother's arms; now it was just a bad habit that is 9 times out of 10 done unconsciously

it started in middle school when you were voluntold to be his partner for a class project that would have to be worked on during summer vacation. the heat is brutal and so you had shown up to their house in shorts and a tank top that showed your arms off—all the other times you just showed up in a baggy shirt that allowed the breeze to hug you before leaving through the rest of the shirt.

there was no wind that one day--at all--so this was the first time atsumu had caught a glimpse of your shoulders.

he fought the urge to bite you the entire time you two were working on whatever the hell it was—it's not like he actually focused. it was only when dinner time came around and you had to go that something just came over him. at the door, as he and osamu were saying goodbye to you, atsumu just leans over and gives you a soft bite on the arm with his lips covering his teeth.

you literally froze and just gawked at him, unsure why the hell this dude was doing what YOUR mom would do

"atsumu!" osamu hissed, smacking his brother which pulled his twin right back into reality. atsumu stands straight with his face flushed red and frantically rubs your arm.

"m'sorry! i couldn't help it! y-yer so--" he swallows thickly, panicking to find the right words. his rubbing only gets quicker which generates a tickling heat on your skin. "yer just-- i was just-- when i-- i mean--"

it's only when you burst into laughter and grab onto his wrist that atsumu's shoulders relax. in fact, his whole body could have just dropped to the ground.

"it's okay," you reassured him with a smile, dropping your hold to give his hand a quick, gentle squeeze. "my mama does that, too. says it's because i've got chubby arms 'n it reminds 'er of marshmallows."

atsumu gasps and nods. "y-yeah!! and-- and yer just so sweet anyway!"

the biting continued and sometimes he'd even ask to which you always responded yes. it's not at all hurtful and it's pretty cute, especially when atsumy accompanies with a little chomping noise.

his teeth never actually grazed your skin, always covered by his lips to make sure he never actually hurt you. sometimes, if he couldn't bite you, he'd just opt to give you a gentle pinch. his nose would always scrunch when he did this and you'd always laugh.

eventually, it went unnoticed. eventually, because perhaps you were enabling him too much, the biting actually reached to other parts of your body like your shoulders, your forearms, sometimes even your ankles. but it was never something you two noticed. eventually, it was something others always noticed.

like that one time in 3rd year high school that atsumu bit (once again with his lips covering his teeth) your cheek to say goodbye.

"why don't you just give her cheek a kiss?" suna chuckles as he, the miya twins, and ginjima made their way from the cafeteria to the gym for a quick meeting, "it's more normal that way, you know?"

atsumu gives him a confused look. "huh? what do you mean?" the blond tilts his head. "why would i kiss her cheek?"

osamu rolls his eyes. he's tired of his brother's oblivion.

"why would you bite??? her cheek???" ginjima shoots back.

there's a silence and everyone just stares at atsumu. he, for the life of him, couldn't even recall that he actually did that. he bit your cheek??? really???? he's quick to yank his phone out of his pocket to text you, typing, "did i??? bite your cheek?????"

you respond with, "ya. i don't mind LOL it didn't hurt."

"bro i didn't even recognize that i did that."

"really? LOL i always thought you knew. you've been doing it more often actually. i really don't mind though. it's cute."

"yeah anything i do is cute. but damn. maybe i am an airhead..."

"yeah and conceited too :-|"

it eventually stops though when you two separate after high school. you went to osaka for university and atsumu went straight into achieving his dreams of professional volleyball.

of course you two didn't lose touch!! there were plenty of video calls, text messages, voice messages, video messages, personal poscast episodes, you name it!!! there just wasn't as much physical closeness as there used to. there was something missing and at first atsumu couldn't figure out what.

he tells you he misses you, says that things aren't the same when you aren't there to yell at him in person or throw things at him. he says it's even more lonely that osamu isn't with him 24/7. he says he's not used to having nobody whine about the heat, or whine about wanting a popsicle, or almost cry about an onigiri craving they've had for weeks.

and then, he remembers why it's YOU he misses. he jokes that he misses biting you and nothing satisfies him (even if he downs an entire bag of marshmallows ((which is???? wtf??? 😭😭😭))))))

you jokingly tell him there's so many new people he can meet and start biting, especially when he finds "the one"

this is you testing the waters a bit, wondering if atsumu might talk about any kind of feelings he juuuust miiight have. it's always been confusing for you, not sure where you fit when it comes to his categories of relationships. sure you were the only one he was ever that physically affectionate with... but what if it's because you two grew up together and he maybe sees you as some sort of sibling?

you're reassured when atsumu lets out the biggest sigh, telling you that "nah. no one's like ya. i only wanna bite ya. s'never gonna be the same and i don't even wanna try it."

you laugh and atsumu smiles. there's a dreamy look in his eyes that goes unnoticed by you during this video call.

but you see it so clearly when you surprise atsumu during one of his games.

"y-y/n?!" atsumu screams at the top of his lungs, "that you?!???!?! you standing there with my jersey number on??!?!"

you laugh and wave your arms, not even given a chance to respond before you're body checked almost to the ground. you laugh harder as atsumu cages you in his embrace, giving you the tighest hug you've ever had thus far. he squeezes you, lets his hands grab at your skin and breathes you in.

"i fucking missed you," he'd breathe into your neck, almost tearing up at the way his body knows he's safe with you, "even though you literally sat in a video call with me during my before game poop."

you laugh and smack his arm. "why would you say that out loud?!" you exclaim, your head thrown back which atsumu places his hand behind. he lets you stand, admiring you expression before joining you. he keeps you close though, his other hand glued to your hips as he moved the one behind your head to your cheeks.

"i missed these!" he beams, giving your cheek a pinch before leaning in to bite them gently. he pulls away, giggles to himself before nipping down your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulders, and eventually to your arm. your breath hitches the entire time and you're tense.

you're adults now. it's just a little different than before.

but it's all the same to atsumu. especially when he pulls away only to give you a quick peck on the lips.

"since suna was tellin' me that biting ya wasn't enough."

your expression twists, but the both of you share a laugh.

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