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vannahfanfics · 2 years

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Clockwork

Word Count: 2070

Fluff, Domestic, Romance, Humor, Established Relationship

Summary: Wakatoshi's morning routines are like clockwork. They're always the same, rinse and repeat. However, this particular morning, the clock hands are spinning out of control, and Wakatoshi has no idea why. Why isn't Kiyoomi welcoming him home from his morning run?

Hello! Here is my story for the UshiSaku Exchange. I’m collecting rarepairs like crows collect shiny baubles <3

The horizon was aglow with the blush of dawn. The neighborhood houses and trees stood as dark black silhouettes against the gradient of soft hues of red, orange, yellow, and pink slowly painting the sky. The pale light daubed the wispy gray clouds hanging low in the atmosphere and caught on the misty raindrops falling from their swollen forms. The water coated the sidewalk in a fine layer, making the soles of Wakatoshi’s sneakers squeak with each step. The droplets splashed against his skin as he jogged along, except for where the mist coalesced in his hair like dewdrops clinging to a delicate spiderweb.

Wind, rain, snow, or sleet, Wakatoshi adhered to his daily exercise routine, and it always began with his morning jog. Like clockwork, he would always leave thirty minutes before the projected sunrise time. And like clockwork, just as the sun peeked over the rooftops and spilled its golden rays over the earth, Wakatoshi would arrive home to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend, Kiyoomi Sakusa. And, like clockwork—

Wait. That’s not right, Wakatoshi blinked in confusion as he stood in the entryway of the apartment, still holding the doorknob with the key in the lock. The apartment was shrouded in the pre-dawn gloom, not illuminated by the light spilling out of the kitchen as Kiyoomi prepared breakfast like usual. The scent of mountain breeze from their plug-in air fresheners danced in the air, and though that was nice when mixed with the smell of the early morning rain, Wakatoshi had expected to be greeted by the robust aroma of freshly-brewed coffee. What was most jarring, however, was the eerie silence that pervaded the apartment. Kiyoomi always greeted him when he came home, like clockwork.

It was like the clock had stopped ticking altogether, leaving Wakatoshi in this strange, unsettling limbo.

Wakatoshi glanced down at the floor. Kiyoomi’s shoes were still there, so he hadn’t left. And he was also an early riser like Wakatoshi; it was highly unlikely that he’d fallen back asleep. So where was he?

“Kiyoomi?” he called reluctantly into the gloom while he pulled the apartment key out of the lock and swung the door shut behind him. There was no response, only the click of the door. The quiet made it sound ominously loud, heightening the sense of anxiety slowly creeping into the back of Wakatoshi’s mind. “Kiyoomi? You here?” he called once more as he pulled off his sneakers and set them neatly next to his boyfriend’s. Nothing seemed disturbed and the door had been locked, so it didn’t seem like anything bad had happened. But the remote possibility always existed, and there was something about the stillness that just made Wakatoshi feel uneasy.

Just as the hairs on the back of his neck began to rise, he heard Kiyoomi call out to him from the back of the apartment.

“Yeesh,” Wakatoshi exhaled breezily while he shook his head. He hadn’t realized he was all tensed up, but his body sagged as relief flooded through him. “What took him so long to answer? Maybe he really did fall back asleep,” he murmured to himself as he walked down the hall. The mystery only deepened when he arrived at their bedroom door to find it closed.

“Kiyoomi? You okay?” he called softly. Kiyoomi didn’t respond, but Wakatoshi did hear the unmistakable sound of the bedsheets rustling. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well? Wakatoshi looked down as he twisted the doorknob, finding that it turned easily. “Kiyoomi, I’m coming in,” he announced, then pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside.

Wakatoshi didn’t have to look any further than the big lump under the comforter. Equal parts amused and concerned, he walked up to the side of the bed to gently grasp the edge of the thick blanket. “Kiyoomi? Are you sick?” he asked as he began to pull it back. To his shock, however, Kiyoomi’s slim hand shot out from underneath the dark fabric to stubbornly shove it back up before Wakatoshi could even pull it past the messy curls crowning his head.

“What the—Omi?” Wakatoshi sputtered in shock. “What’s going on?”

The lump under the covers wiggled and became more compact as Kiyoomi curled himself up into a ball. He still refused to answer, and it left Wakatoshi just standing there with his mouth agape while he struggled to put the precious few puzzle pieces together in his head. He tried to pull the covers down again, and he gasped when Kiyoomi’s hand shot out like a snake to slap his fingers away.

“‘M not sick,” Kiyoomi’s muffled voice grumped. “‘M mad at you.”

“What? Mad?” Wakatoshi snorted in disbelief. “What are you mad at me for?” Seriously, he had no clue. Wakatoshi considered himself pretty sensitive when it came to things like that, but as he replayed the events of the morning, he couldn’t find any reason that Kiyoomi would be angry. If he was mad, though, he sure wanted to know why so he could fix it. “Come on, Omi, talk to me,” Wakatoshi insisted while nudging the mass of blankets with his knee.

There was a second of silence, followed by the rustle of the bedsheets. Kiyoomi’s pale fingers appeared out from underneath the thick comforter, then pulled them down just far enough to reveal Kiyoomi’s bed-mussed shock of dark hair and his equally black eyes. Wakatoshi was surprised to find them hard and full of irritation, rather than the soft, hazy orbs that usually greeted him in the morning. He really was mad at him!

Kiyoomi glared at him for several moments. His eyebrows slowly narrowed as he stared, making sweat bead on Wakatoshi’s forehead as the anxiety began to mount within him again. Kiyoomi inhaled sharply through his nose, then grunted, “You didn’t give me a good morning kiss.”

“I—wait, what?”

Wakatoshi gaped down at Kiyoomi incredulously, while Kiyoomi’s thick eyebrows just pulled together until there was a crease in his brow. His onyx-black eyes hardened with a mixture of disappointment and irritation; then, with a huff, he yanked the comforter back over his head. The movement was enough to draw Wakatoshi out of his stunned stupor, and he grabbed ahold of the thick blanket to adamantly tug it down again.

“That’s what you’re mad about?” he exclaimed. This time, he was able to overpower Kiyoomi’s grip on the blanket, pulling it all the way down to his chest. The action reveal the deep frown pulling at his lover’s lips and the stony hardness of his tensed jaw. “Omi—” Wakatoshi couldn’t help the laughter that bled into his voice; this entire situation was entirely absurd.

Of course, Kiyoomi didn’t appreciate that.

“Yes, that’s what I’m mad about,” he snapped, as if it were a perfectly reasonable thing to be cross over, and Wakatoshi was an asshole for not realizing that. With another huff, he crossed his arms, making the comforter slip down further over his bare chest. “You always give me a good morning kiss when you wake up to go for your jog. Only this time you didn’t.”

“I—You were asleep!” Wakatoshi squawked. To be fair, the good morning kiss was yet another cog in the intricate mechanism of Wakatoshi’s daily routine, so he couldn’t blame Kiyoomi for noticing its absence, if he had in fact been awake after all. But to be this upset about it? He’d never known Kiyoomi to be this dramatic about something so simple!

However, if there was one unequivocal truth about Kiyoomi Sakusa, it was that he was not a morning person. One time, they’d awoken to find that they were out of coffee. Kiyoomi’s mood had been so foul that morning that it was a wonder the milk didn’t curdle and the food rot on their plates.

Still, Wakatoshi couldn’t help but find the entire situation ridiculous. He tried to stifle his rising laugh with his hand. The action in itself was damning enough, prompting Kiyoomi to snort in derision.

“And? That’s no excuse.”

“I—” Wakatoshi tried to placate his irritated boyfriend, but the laugh finally snuck out in the form of a loud, piggish snort.

Kiyoomi’s expression instantly turned thunderous.

“Stop laughing! I’m serious!” he barked. “You have ruined my morning!”

“I’m sorry,” Wakatoshi said, but it didn’t sound very convincing when it was squeezed out between barely-suppressed laughter. But he was sorry. Even if it was in a ludicrous manner, he didn’t like upsetting his boyfriend. So, when Kiyoomi went to snatch the covers and pull them over his head again, Wakatoshi prevented him from doing so. He put one knee on the edge of the bed to give him leverage to lean over Kiyoomi, eyes glittering and an amused smile curling at his lips. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, much more genuinely this time. “Really.”

“Tch,” Kiyoomi tutted and averted his gaze. However, Wakatoshi knew that it was just a vain attempt to hide the fact that Kiyoomi was falling prey to his charms. A rosy blush began to dust his pale cheeks as his fingers twitched at the hem of the comforter and his eyes looked everywhere but up into his boyfriend’s face. “It’s not gonna be that easy.”

Wakatoshi smirked. It sounded more like Kiyoomi was trying to convince himself of that.

“Oh?” Wakatoshi purred, deciding to play along with Kiyoomi’s dramatics. After all, it was so rare that Kiyoomi got in a fuss about anything; seeing him flustered was madly entertaining.

“Yeah,” Kiyoomi bit back, finally mustering the courage to meet Wakatoshi’s gaze. The hardness he’d tried to instill in his eyes instantly cracked under Wakatoshi’s warm stare, and Kiyoomi bit down on his lip. It was a nervous gesture that Wakatoshi had always found endearing. “Y-yeah,” he repeated in a shaky breath. “You can’t just… apologize and make it all better.”

Wakatoshi felt that he very much could, but where was the fun in that?

“Ah? So you want me to make it up to you, is that it?” Wakatoshi murmured in a low, gravelly voice. He sneered in satisfaction at the little shiver that gripped Kiyoomi’s body; Kiyoomi could play at being a brat all he wanted, but the reality was that Wakatoshi knew precisely what made him tick. He also knew that Kiyoomi was stubborn to a fault, so he wasn’t shocked when Kiyoomi frowned adamantly and nodded, despite the fact that his face was now a bright shade of crimson.

“Y-you can try,” came the surly reply.

“How about…” Wakatoshi trailed off as he cocked his head to the side in thought. After a few moments of contemplation, an idea hatched in his head, and his mischievous grin slowly returned. When he looked back down at Kiyoomi, he was wide-eyed with curiosity. “How about a kiss for every minute I’ve been gone?”

“It’s been half an hour…”

“So that would make it thirty kisses,” Wakatoshi answered matter-of-factly.

“Thirty kisses,” Kiyoomi breathed, his face lighting up with delight. He then seemed to remember that he was supposed to be angry, so he wiped the pleased smile off his face and replaced it with the same surly pout he’d been wearing for the past couple minutes. He cleared his throat and then muttered, “Th-that’s a start.”

“A start, huh?” Wakatoshi chuckled. “And here I thought I was being generous.”

“I told you, you ruined my morning,” Kiyoomi sniffed. “It’s gonna take a lot to make up for that.”

“Well, then, I suppose I’d better get started,” was all Wakatoshi said before he was leaning down, closing the distance between their faces to press a kiss to Kiyoomi’s pouting lips. Despite all his grandstanding, Kiyoomi instantly melted into Wakatoshi, a pleased hum vibrating in his chest. Wakatoshi smiled against his mouth, half-tempted to count out loud to tease Kiyoomi some more. He decided against it. If he went a little past thirty kisses, well… he doubted Kiyoomi would mind.

Ninety-nine percent of Wakatoshi’s mornings were like clockwork, the same routine, the same events played on loop. However, there was that one percent, that jam in the cogs that made everything come to a juddering stop and locked up the clock, making time stand still. The world moved around them, but Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi stayed in their own little world, too busy savoring one another to care about the passage of time. And Wakatoshi didn’t mind that one little bit.

#ushisaku #ushijima x sakusa #sakusa x ushijima #wakatoshi ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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lumiinix · 1 year

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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.

-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

#lumi:post!#hq #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff

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kleftiko · 10 months

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❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

KUROKO NO BASKET

♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo

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lowkeyremi · 1 month

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

pairing: suna, tsukishima, ushijima, osamu, sakusa, and iwaizumi x fem!reader (separate) note: thank you for the request @nicoleisdumb ! this was so fun to write and a nice refreshing break from jjk :3 miss writing abt these boys. summary: You forgot date night ! Oops... now your man is ignoring you?? How are you gonna fix this? content: slight angst to fluff, established relationships (marriage for a few, hehehehehe I will always find a way to sneak babies in), cursing, kinda suggestive for kiyoomi's part. not proofread!!!! wc: 3.3k

❥ 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

Rintaro is not one to usually get upset when you forget things because you're human just as he is and he forgets things all the time. He forgets his keys at home sometimes, or his wallet, sometimes he forgets his birthday, etc. (never his phone, he always has that thing).

There has never been a day that he's forgotten a date or an anniversary to your surprise. Lately, though, work has consumed both you and your boyfriend. He was handling it better though, because when you'd get home you would immediately collapse onto the bed and fall asleep. Rintaro would make sure to change you into something more comfortable and at least clean your face with a warm, wet cloth and your face wash.

Today was no different from any others. As soon as you remove your shoes and lay in the bed, all of your problems don't matter anymore. It was only around 7 pm then.

The morning had arrived in a blur. Finally, you had a day off. This morning is off though, because you don't wake up with a set of pajamas on or Rin's t-shirt. That was your first clue to something being off.

The second clue was the fact that he is not in bed. Rin doesn't get up out of bed unless he absolutely has to. Usually, he's holding you captive in his arms. Before you investigate, you take the initiative to shower and brush your teeth. When you're in a fresh pair of clothes; a tank top and shorts, you slowly make your way into the living room, sleep still in your body.

A brown tuft of hair sticks out from under your mickey mouse blanket and a body way too big for the couch is curled up on it. Why is he sleeping on the couch?

"Rin, baby, why are you on the couch?" Silence. He's awake, you know it because of the sound from his phone that's muffled by the blanket. Is he ignoring you? There's no way... he must not have heard you.

So you speak up in case he didn't hear you the first time, "Morning, Rin!"

Still nothing. He doesn't even move. What is his problem? Your mood instantly deflates into something sour. There was a hope within you that you would finally get to spend time with him today. Be it cuddles or going out.

Since he's not talking to you, you'll just decide to make breakfast in order to pass the time and fill the silence. While breakfast is being made you try to think of things you could have possibly done to upset him.

Then it suddenly clicks... you wanted to go out with him today. He had planned to take you out yesterday. That had to be it, right?

"Rinnie was yesterday date night? I'm sorry for forgetting. I think you had tickets for something? I feel so fucking bad, baby." Sleep had instantly taken you last night that you forgot to set an alarm or something so you could remember date night.

He still didn't say anything, but he did get up from the couch to get some food. His gold eyes were cold and unforgiving.

"Rintaro. I'm really sorry. I guess my body got used to going to sleep right when I got home. I didn't even check to see if we were doing anything yesterday. I'll make it up to you, we can go out tonight?"

He's not mad at you, not anymore at least. Even though he's not mad at you, he kind of wanted to be. It's hard for him to be upset with you for too long.

"Don't fall asleep this time, sleepyhead." That familiar smile that you know so well appears on his face. It causes you to smile just as wide if not wider.

In seconds your arms are wrapped around him in a loving hug. "I won't fall asleep. Promise."

❥ 𝐊. 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

Kei is mean and petty about it. Date night is usually something simple like Netflix and some homemade snacks or something of the sorts. Mainly because the two of you like to stay in rather than go out.

He texted you asking where you were, only for you to reply that there was some old close friend of yours visiting town, so you decided to hang out with them.

When you got home late into the night, it was a little too quiet for you. Kei is probably asleep or playing on his play station, you assume. So, without even knowing that your boyfriend is upset, you go through your whole nightly routine.

Upon entering your bedroom you see his body lying in bed, his chest rising and falling every second. "I'm home." Leaves your lips in a whisper. There is no response so you assume he's asleep.

Halfway through the night you can't sleep, at all. It's probably because your boyfriend's comforting hands aren't wrapped around you, like usual.

You softly nudge your boyfriend's side trying to ease him awake, "Kei."

After a few more tries he finally startles awake, "what?"

"I can't sleep." You whine, "I need you to hug me."

"Shoulda' thought 'bout that before you went off with your friend instead of having date night." His tone is sour, from both being woken up and from you forgetting date night.

A small gasp leaves your lips, suddenly the conversation you two had a week prior to last night floods your brain. You weren't working that day and neither was Kei, which meant you guys could have your annual movie marathon.

"I'm sorry baby, I completely forgot..." He doesn't say anything to you and you can't tell what he's thinking because his back is facing you.

With a new spring of motivation you hop out of bed to make some of your favorite movie snacks and grab your laptop, before heading back to your bedroom.

"How about a redo?" Kei turns his body to look at you, he eyes the snacks and your computer. How could he stay mad at you?

"Hurry up before I change my mind." A huge cat-like grin adorns your pretty face.

❥ 𝐖. 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

"Daddy, why red circle?" Your little son Nao asks looking at the calendar on the fridge.

"Mommy and Daddy were supposed to go out tonight, but work called Mommy and asked her to come." Wakatoshi explains to his three year old.

The original plan was for Nao's nanny to come a little early because Wakatoshi finally had time off of work and so did you. When she came to take care of your son you two were going to go to dinner and see this new jazz group.

Wakatoshi had only told his son part of the truth, you did have to suddenly go to work but it wasn't because they called you in, it was because you requested to work late, so you could have more time off in the future.

The only reason he sugar-coded it was, because he would never want to paint you in a bad light.

The both of you have enough to support the household and live a steady life so he has no idea why you decided to go into work tonight. It seems you'd even forgotten that you were supposed to go out on a date with him tonight.

"Mommy not gettin' dinner with you?" He asks for clarity.

"Yeah, that's right." He gives the little guy a pat to the head.

"So it's just you and me. After bath time and dinner we can do something fun like watch a movie."

"We watch Dootopa?" He asks with a beaming smile on his face.

"You wanna watch Zootopia?"

"Yes yes!!!" That is his all time favorite movie. Flash the sloth is his favorite character next to Judy Hopps.

"Okay, well lets hurry up and get bath time and dinner time over with."

When you arrive home, your two favorite boys are fast asleep on the couch. You make the assumption they've been watching movies all night because Toy Story 2 is playing and neither are awake to watch it.

Nao is curled up in his father's lap, while Wakatoshi's hand is supporting him in case he falls.

You pick the sleeping little boy up in order to take him to his bed. Wakatoshi ever the light sleeper awakes when you remove Nao from his lap.

Instead of smiling and kissing you goodnight he turns the TV off and proceeds to walk straight to your shared bedroom without a word.

You quickly place your son down in his bed kissing him goodnight. You know why he's upset with you and there's an eagerness for you to fix it.

"I totally forgot about dinner, honey, I'm sorry." Those words leave your lips as soon as you enter your bedroom.

Your hurry to change into something more comfortable so you can join him in bed.

"Don't be mad 'Toshi." He grunts, his back is turned to you, so who knows what he's thinking.

Luckily for you he tends to not hold grudges.

"I'll get us a reservation at your favorite place," desperation seeps into your voice when he still doesn't answer you, "I really feel dumb for calling into work today, please cut me a break baby-"

"You aren't dumb, by any means, and I'm not mad. I'm confused." That's when you remember that Wakatoshi doesn't usually ignore you when he's upset about something.

The reason he doesn't say anything is usually because he's thinking.

You wait for him to tell you why he's confused and as you do so you sink into bed. At the point he turns over to see your face.

"I'm confused as to why you needed to work late when you already have so many days off."

"Well- I was hoping the three of us could go on vacation this summer, if the team doesn't require you to do your workouts there." His confusion is replaced with awe.

"Just ask them for days off, if they dock your pay it won't matter. We have enough to live comfortably, I promise." It feels good to finally have your man looking into your eyes again. A relieved sigh leaves your lips.

❥ 𝐎. 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

"Forgettin' something?" Your husband asks right before you walk out the door to go to your best friend's baby shower. He's leaning against the door frame, his huge arms flex when he goes to cross them over his equally large chest.

Is there something you're forgetting? Nothing rings a bell, so you assume he means you're about to forget to kiss him goodbye.

You lean into kiss him and he kisses you back of course, but there's still a pout on his face and he doesn't look satisfied.

"I love you, 'Samu! I gotta get going before I'm late!" So you forgot about it. You forgot that tonight Osamu was supposed to take you to the shop and fix up a nice dinner for you two at your favorite table. He'd serve your favorite wine and you two would talk about the stupidest things into the early hours of the morning. He even closed early for tonight.

I mean, he can't blame you, your best friend of a lifetime is having a baby shower, and of course she wants you there. It would have made him feel a little bit better if you at least remembered it, but you didn't.

Osamu wouldn't be a Miya if he wasn't at least a little bit petty about it. He's decided he'll ignore you until you figure out that you'd forgotten about your date tonight. Maybe if he's not too sour he'll make dinner for you.

The petty man in question has been watching the clock for the past twenty minutes. You were supposed to be home by now, because it's already 8:45 pm. The baby shower started at 6 and ended at 7, so, where are you?

Just as he asks himself that question, the telltale sound of keys on the other end of the door snaps him out of his trance.

"Hey baby, I'm back!" The door swings open and your pretty face greets him.

He doesn't say anything back to you, he just pretends to be busy on his phone.

"Sorry I got back so late, I stayed to help her clean everything up." Your eyes watch your husband carefully, checking for any sign of him being upset, because he doesn't say anything yet again.

"What's wrong, 'Samu?" Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He's definitely mad, now you just need to figure out why.

After a quick change into your slippers and your keys are on the rack you walk up to him, giving him a hug from behind. You rest your chin on his shoulder. He's scrolling through twitter, his personal one not the one for promoting the shop.

"Why are you sulking? You're acting like your brother." Osamu accepts his fate, you know he can't ignore you when you compare him to his brother.

"Do not compare me to that oversized baby." When he hears your beautiful laugh he almost forgets why he was upset, almost.

"Did I not tell ya that ya were forgettin' somethin' before ya left?" The question in his voice makes you think for a second.

"Was it not a kiss?" He shakes his head. Now you're completely lost.

"I was 'posed to take ya down to the shop and we were gonna eat at our table." When he finishes his sentence you gasp in remembrance. Oh shit. You forgot about date night.

"Baby, you can't possibly be telling me I had to choose you or her." He stiffens for a brief moment, then relaxes.

"Nah, I was just hoping ya'd at least remember it." A shudder rolls down his spine when you give him a small kiss on the neck.

"I'm sorry for forgetting, baby. Let's have a do ov-" Osamu doesn't allow you to finish because he scoops you up bridal style and brings you into the kitchen to set you down on the counter.

"Ya better watch me cook or I won't forgive you."

"Aye aye captian!"

"Yer so annoying." He smiles at you.

❥ 𝐊. 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀

"Bye baby! Mama and Dada love you!" Your baby girl waves at you shyly as you and Kiyoomi drop her off with her grandparents.

"I wuv you too! Bye bye Mama, bye bye Dada." Kiyoomi hugs his daughter tightly before setting her down next to her grandma.

"Alright, sweet girl, make sure to be good for nana and poppa okay?" She nods her adorable little head, the tiny ponytails you put in her hair swing rapidly.

As soon as you guys are in the car, a look of excitement flashes in your husband's eyes.

"What?" You can't help smile when he looks at you like that.

"Made us that reservation for brunch like you asked." Your smile immediately drops. You'd forgotten that you and Kiyoomi planned this whole weekend out already. You two had planned this weekend two weeks prior, which is kind of why you forgot and booked a mani-pedi for an hour from now.

"Fuckkkkk." Why do you forget the most important things?

"Kiyo, can we do dinner instead? I forgot about brunch and booked a mani-pedi because today is the only day my nail lady could fit me in."

A tension forms almost immediately when you inform him of your plans. Guilt is heavy on your stomach while listening to your husband cancel brunch over the phone. The rest of the car ride is silent except for the sound that's happening outside of the car.

Your husband is kind enough to drop you off at your nail appointment. You feel so bad as you hop out of the car, so in order to try and smooth things over you offer for him to come inside but he just mumbles a quick, "No thank you, I'll come get you when it's done."

That's how you ended up spilling everything to your nail lady. She shakes her head as she shapes the gel nails into the shape you asked for. "What's his favorite color on you, sweetheart?"

You think for a second before answering, "He loves when I get sage green." The woman gives you a knowing smile and you connect the dots as to what she's referring to.

"You want him to feel better? Take him to dinner and then give him a night to remember with those pretty nails. Works every time with my husband." She says with a mischievous smile.

Your eyes widen for a second, "Oh my- I- we haven't had time to do anything because our little girl requires most of our time, but she's with her grandparents for the weekend."

The nail lady giggles as she goes to find your color. "Honey, if that's not a sign to get laid then I don't know what is!"

When your appointment is over you see the cadillac waiting for you in the parking lot. Kiyoomi doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the car.

"Got your favorite color." You purr with a seductive smile on your face. Kiyoomi doesn't spare you a glance, "Cool."

"Stop being so mean, I'm sorry about brunch. I made a reservation for dinner." That finally baits his attention, he turns to you, a nasty look in his eyes.

"Oh I actually think I'm going to be busy, can't go to dinner." He mocks your voice to make you feel what he had felt earlier. He's being mean, but he doesn't mean it. He still kind of has this habit of getting defensive when he or his pride is hurt.

"Too busy to get a blowjob in the car after dinner?" You know you've got him when he stops breathing for a few seconds. Your husband is only a man, and what kind of man would he be to deny a blowjob from his wife?

"Shit, should have started with that. Let me see your nails." The whole time he inspects your pretty hands there's a smirk on your face.

"I love this color on you baby."

"I know you do Kiyo. Now, let's get home, we have to get ready for dinner tonight."

Having your daughter stay with her grandparents for the weekend was the best decision you guys have made in a while.

❥ 𝐇. 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈

Hajime has been ignoring you for the past two hours and you can't figure out why.

You know you haven't done anything to piss him off recently (or so you think), so his behavior is kind of strange. Nothing you did made him listen to you either.

He doesn't even let you know he's leaving for work, which reminds you of yesterday. You were so excited to go see your cousin's puppy you'd forgotten to tell your boyfriend you'd be out for awhile.

Suddenly while you're tidying up the kitchen you briefly remember him asking you on a date... yesterday.

That's probably why he's ignoring you.

So of course, being the problem solver you are, you head to the store to get stuff to set up a nice date at home.

You decorate the table with pretty rose petals and cook his favorite meal for him. Candles light up the table and two glasses of wine are set on the table.

Hajime lets out a loud groan as he enters the house, working with a bunch of athletes all the time is quite tiring. What he doesn't expect is the dimmed lights and quiet music playing from the alexa in the kitchen.

For the first time today he talks to you, "What's all this?"

"An apology for forgetting our date last night. I set up an at home date for us." He tries and fails to look upset, still.

"I'm glad you remembered," he pauses, "the day after our date." A snort leaves his lips and you roll your eyes.

"At least I remembered. Hurry up and put your stuff up so we can eat. The food is gonna get cold."

It's safe to say he forgives with the way a lopsided grin adorns his face.

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wake-uptoreality · 1 year

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You always liked the thought of 'your moles being where your lover kissed you the most in your past life'. When you innocently tell him that, he grabs your hand pulling you closer to his chest. "Like this, baby?" He murmurs as he starts kissing every inch of your face where your beauty marks are located. You furrow your eyebrows, clenching his shirt with shaky hands. He goes lower and lower, breathing on your neck at last, gulping the sweet smell of you perfume. "You are my past, present and future love, never forget that" he grumbles "...now should we find your other moles too, sweetheart?"

-> IWAIZUMI, ushijima, hinata, BOKUTO, sakusa, AKAASHI, aone, OSAMU.

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tiza0925 · 2 months

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Hello! I'm new to this but have you ever thought about any of your favorite characters while they're in the act and you look down at a certain part and they're so big on you that it scares you but they're pretty sure it could fit.I don't know if you could write something like that, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.

hellooo, absolutely love this prompt so much ty for this ♡

men that make it fit | 18+

warnings/tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, size difference, fingering, pet names, praise kink, squirting, raw sex, implied multiple orgasms, large cocks ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Big men who just cover your entire body with theirs when they’re on top of you.

Guys who make you feel so small when you’re on their lap, their hands are so damn big that they can cover your entire waist, legs, and hands—practically engulfing you.

Big men that just pin you to the mattress while making out with you, they’re so strong without needing to try, and you probably should feel scared by the difference in strengths but god—you feel so secure.

And you know he’ll take care of you even if he can hurt you sometimes—never on purpose unless you want it—because of how massive he is.

Guys who feel just a little bad when they hear you cry from them pushing their thick fingers inside you—stretching your poor cunt and making you leak all over his hand as he curls his fingers inside your plush walls, coaxing out a throbbing orgasm from you.

“Such a sweet little thing for me,” You hear him murmur, watching as your face twists with pleasure, and he can see the slight worry in your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers. “My baby is taking me so well already.”

But can you take his cock?

Fuck—what if it’s too big?

It must be—his fingers are already too much for you—his dick will be nearly impossible to fit inside you.

“You think you can be good and take my cock?” You whine, feeling heady and muddy as he pins both of your hands above your head on the bed, while his other hand continues to twist and curl inside you, his thumb pressing and rubbing your swollen clit. “I want to feel my favourite pussy, sweetheart.”

But you suck in a shaky breath, eyes wide and scared because you know you can’t fit all of him in, and he chuckles breathlessly as he kisses your lips so softly, making you melt against him.

“Don’t be scared,” He kisses your cheek, then gives your trembling lower lip a gentle pull with his mouth, trying to get you relaxed as he strums his fingers through your sopping folds, his voice low and deceptively soothing. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay?”

He always is—and that’s the thing.

No matter how gentle he tries to be—he still ends up stretching you so wide that you think you might actually split in half, the sting of him inside you being too much that you cry sometimes.

He kisses you, and reassures you, hand running up and down your body to spread goosebumps all over your skin.

Then he’s pushing his pants off to let his fat cock bounce free—it lands on your belly, all hot and heavy, and your breath hitches as electricity sparks through your body—and your heart rate doubles with every passing moment, just waiting for him to stuff you with his cock.

“Relax for me,” He says while guiding his dick to slide between your plush pussy, letting your slick folds hug his length and coat them in juices as he rocks his hips—his cock head bumping against your clit every time his hips are flushed against yours.

“You feel that, baby?” Your lashes flutter, your eyes half-lidded as he works you up, making your cunt pulse as he glides his heavy cock over it. “You’re gonna be so good and fit all of me, okay?”

You gulp, but you still nod—because you want to be good for him.

You want to feel him and make him feel good.

And he watches you, focused, taking in every twitch of your features as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you—his eyes alight with heat when he sees the way your mouth pops open with a gasp, already feeling the intense stretch of him.

“You’re okay, baby,” he shushes you, sliding his hands under your thighs to guide them around his waist, and you whine as you hook your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, sloppily kissing him as he waits for you to adjust. “You feel so tight already—fuck—”

He groans, his voice vibrating against you, and you begin to breathe heavily as he pushes his fat cock into you—making you feel every agonizing inch as your pussy struggles to swallow him whole.

“I—“ Your sentence gets cut short as you choke, already feeling him in your lungs and he’s only halfway in, “I can’t—”

“You can,” One of his hands comes up to swipe a fallen tear on your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pins you to the bed by the waist. “I know you can, baby, you always did before.”

Which is true—you always did but—

It’s just so fucking big—holy shit—

You bite your lip, and your eyes squeeze shut as you try your hardest to relax—your fluids being pushed out as he lodges his dick inside your warm, plush walls, causing a wet mess all over your thighs and bed.

You hold him as if you’re clinging onto dear life—taking all of him as he kisses you through it—until his hips finally press against your ass, his cock so deep that your limbs grow numb and you swear you can orgasm already.

“There you go, sweetheart,” He purrs, waiting a moment as your pussy throbs around him, feeling abused and soaked, and he smiles down at you so achingly soft. “Taking me all like a good girl for me.”

Then he pulls back—

“Oh god—” And you keen when he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock along your walls, and he sets a pace of fucking you—getting you wet and your eyes to roll back as he becomes greedy with your pussy.

“Look, baby,” He grunts, thrusting his cock in and out, his length coming out slick and creamy from your arousal, and he grips your face—fingers squishing your cheeks—to make you look down. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

Your vision is foggy, you’re barely able to comprehend anything except for the dick inside your sore cunt, and you blink blearily as you try to look at what he wants you to see and—

Fuck.

You watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, his girth forcing its way into you—and you let out a shaky breath at the way you’re taking it all in.

Just like he said you would.

“Told you I’ll make it fit, sweetheart, I always do,” You hear him murmur, and you force yourself to relax into a ragged breath as your limps melt into the mattress beneath you.

You feel like you’re being split in half as he fucks you over and over, bringing you higher and higher until you’re cumming all over him—gushing out liquid as you squirt on his cock with a wet moan, his name on your tongue—

And he takes good care of you throughout it all. His aftercare overwhelms you with cuddles of love and affirmation.

He loves you too much, anyway.

End.

Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo, Choso, Sakusa, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Akaza, Oda, Kuroo, Hinata, plus any of your fav characters ♡

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