you've heard fans bickering about how he's too good for you and you become insecure.
it's so fucking raw. how he leans over you and supports his big build with one arm as he uses his other to reach forward and gently wipe away the your tears as he plunges into you over and over.
forces you to stare up at him, to look at him through wet lashes so that you know he means it. makes you watch the way tears gather in the corner of his own eyes because he hates seeing you hurt. hates being the reason why you're hurting so he tries to make up for everything that pains you in the most intimate way.
“i love you. do you understand? i love you and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. don't let anyone make you think otherwise. do you understand me?” his voice cracking at the end as he stares down at you, taking in the way you stare up at him with big eyes that show that you do.
you look so vulnerable it hurts, a strained sob leaving your wobbly lips that has him swearing then and there that he's gonna make it better; that he's gonna make his baby know he'll never leave her for anyone else.
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I’m gonna need Atsumu to “what? You’ve never had a guy go down on you before??” His way into my pants like immediately
best friend baby | m. atsumu
✫ cw ;; afab!reader but no pronouns, oral (f!recieving), cumming untouched on atsumu's part, best friend atsumu, 18+
✫ wc ;; 2k
✫ a/n ;; this has been in my drafts since OCTOBER. so sorry. also sorry abt the shitty banner quality i got lazy lol
✫ synposis ;; atsumu learns you've never had someone go down on you, much to his dismay.
"Yerr kiddin' me."
You tug the hood of your hooded sweatshirt over your eyes, drawing the strings together dramatically until the fabric curls over your face. Through the little gap, you peek at Atsumu - who's staring at you in utter disbelief. You wince.
"Y/N. There's no fuckin' way. Say yerr pullin' my leg right now 'fore I really get pissed."
You let out a pathetic noise, deflating. You rub your feet together as you lean over your legs, burying your face in your knees. Your arms curl around your calves, before you prop your chin up to look at him.
"I regret telling you." you say. Atsumu stares into the void of your tattered floral bedsheets. He cups a hand over his mouth, flabbergasted.
"No, no fuck that. Yerr serious? You've dated, what, like 3 guys? For fuckin' years with some of 'em.." ― He pinches the bridge of his nose in utter disbelief ― "And not a single one of those fuckin' bastards went down on ya? Not one?"
You nod in confirmation and Atsumu swears under his breath.
"If I find out you went down on 'em, I'm gonna lose it."
Your expression twists into guilt and Atsumu gapes at you. A vein in his neck threatens to pop as he puts his face in his hands. He runs one through his hair, silent for a beat or two. You groan uncomfortably.
"It's fine, 'tsumu.."
"The hell it is! What kinda shit-heads don't return to the favor?"
"I have bad taste." You say, light-heartedly. Atsumu cracks a strained smile at your joke but it's still clearly upsetting him.
You didn't intend to upset him. The conversation just sort of came up. You always go to Atsumu with this kind of shit, he's your best friend. And despite how much he makes fun of you, he always comes through for you in the end. It's a small price to pay. This time Atsumu had made a joke that you needed to get laid, maybe some head would fix your shit attitude.
And now you're here and Atsumu has an unreadable expression. It's nice that he's upset on your behalf, but you'd rather move past it. There's not really any good reason to dwell.
You ready yourself to do just that before Atsumu sits up and looks at you seriously.
"I'll go down on ya." He says conclusively. You choke on your spit, sitting up a little straighter and staring him in the face. You search desperately for any sign of sarcasm but find none.
"Atsumu you can't be serious."
"Dead serious." He confirms.
"I don't want you to sleep with me out of pity." You say. You hope insecurity doesn't seep through your words.
"Who said I was doin' that? I'm yerr best friend, and I think you deserve the best. Cross my heart, I think yerr damn fine too." He says, affirmative and somewhat shameless.
"I'm not doin' it out of pity. Shit, 's more for me than it is for you. I'm.. righting a wrong. That's all."
You stare at him a few times, heat pooling in your lower gut. You can help but be conscious of him. You look wildly unsexy right now, barely showered and in pajamas and a loose t-shirt but Atsumu shows no signs of hesitance or resistance.
"Are you really serious?"
"What the hell did I just say? Swear on bein' a setter."
You think on it for a while. The idea of it is enough to make you feel hot. Atsumu may be your best friend but you've always considered him beyond attractive. He still is. He's got a handsome face and likeable albeit annoying disposition. And the idea of him between your legs makes your stomach clench.
"Fine. But if you make fun of me for this, I'll never speak to you again."
"Promise I won't. Go get comfortable."
You can't believe yourself. That you're going through with this. But you listen to what Atsumu says and crawls towards the headboard. You lie down in your pillows, making sure you're comfortable. You feel Atsumu crawl over you, the weight of his body as he shadows you. You look up at him, and think to yourself that he's so pretty it's sick.
"Stop staring at me." You mutter. Atsumu doesn't say anything back to you, but he knows he is staring. At your chest and your flushed face and thinking about so many things. About him being your first something. He chuckles.
"I'm used to ya being all calm and cool," He hovers over you, propped up over you. His lips are soft and supple "Yerr kinda cute like this."
"Asshole." You retaliate, just barely. Atsumu nods.
"Yeah, yeah. Now kiss me."
"Why do I have to kiss you?"
"Cause I said so. Ya need to relax. C'mere."
Atsumu presses his mouth to yours softly. It's nice. Too nice. The kind of kiss you have that makes you feel like you've never kissed anyone before. You know you have, and that Atsumu isn't any different. But when he slips his tongue into your mouth and kisses you so eagerly - you start to wonder just how many things you'd been missing out on. Your mind feels hazy, and your arms go around his neck. Atsumu moans when he feels your fingers in his scalp, tongue on his.
You kiss until your lips are a little swollen and red, and Atsumu has a pretty flush on his features. He presses his forehead to yours, and you close your eyes.
"Yerr makin' this hard." He says, but doesn't explain. Before you can ask what he means - his mouth is moving. His teeth nipping at your jaw, all the way down your neck. Atsumu wastes no time, and you relish in his movements. It's still more care than anyone has ever treated you with. The way he licks over the hickies like a wound.
You want to stop him but you can't - too addicted to the way his teeth sink into your flesh. Atsumu kisses down your whole body. From your neck down to your sternum, smoothing over the skin like he wants to taste all of you. And your face goes flushed, looking at him through your lidded eyes to see what he's doing.
His hands go under your tshirt, and he slips the material right over your chest. You can't help but notice the way he ogles them, his hands sliding over your waist - long index fingers pressing onto your hardened nipples through the material of your sports bra. He takes that off too, just tugs the fabric down.
You moan softly and it catches you off guard. You try and suppress it as Atsumu gropes and squeezes - pushes your soft tits together before licking them. Latching his mouth to your nipples with no hesitation of shame. You can't help but let your eyes roll back.
"I-is this necessary?"
Not really.
"Course it is. It's called foreplay, dummy."
"I k-know what foreplay is, idiot but this -" Your cut off by the feeling of Atsumu sucking harshly "But still."
It's not like Atsumu is gonna tell you that this is more for him than it is for you. He'll stop if you ask, he resides himself to that. But none-the-less, he continues. Licks and sucks and bites until he can't be patient any longer. He moves onto trailing pecks onto your belly and towards your navel, his light brown eyes piercing.
"Who's the expert here? You or me?"
"Y-you are, but -"
"Right. So lemme work my magic. Just relax, yeah?"
You nod, closing your mouth. Atsumu fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts. You move to shimmy them off, but Atsumu is quicker. He holds your legs together and slides them off in one motion - leaving you in your panties before tossing your pants to the floor. You want to scold him for being so tactless, but he keeps getting closer.
His hands come around over your thighs, dragging you down after he places kisses along the inside of them. Only after that, after everything - does his mouth ghost over your clit. Suddenly, you're nervous. Atsumu must feel you tense, because his hands reach up to hold yours.
This is too intimate for two best friends, this you know certainly - but still, you feel something warm in your gut when Atsumu squeezes your hands. You shiver, it wracks through you. Atsumu's lips press a kiss to your clothed cunt before he so carefully move the rest of the material with his teeth.
The sight is too much for you but you can't close your eyes either.
"Your pussy is so pretty." He muses. You whine, will weakened by Atsumu's mouth. You watch carefully, burn the sight of Atsumu's soft brown eyes and blonde hairs sticking his face between your legs.
His tongue is confident. The hot drags of it against your sticky folds makes your mouth drop open in a soft moan. Atsumu's hands tighten in yours as you watch him give you what you need. His mouth is so hot against your clit, tongue carefully going over everything until he's tasting all of you.
You're soaking and all he can taste is you. It's syrupy and burning, molten like sugar as he snakes his tongue against your clit. Your body trembles as he slowly finds his rhythm. It's so messy. Spit and drool collecting on your clit and pooling onto your bedsheets below. Your head feels to heavy for your shoulders as you sink into your bed.
He watches for your movements, and listens carefully. He's more in tune with your body than you are, finds the right pressure and the right pace and right angle. He does all of it until he's pulling the most sound from you. Until your soft moans start to turn into raspy and needy whines of want, your mind going almost numb with desire. The threat of an orgasm looms just barely starts to loom over you.
And then Atsumu hits his stride - and everything aligns. It goes from feeling good, to feeling fucking incredible. You've never felt anything like it, like someone's sucking your soul out of you. The euphoria is unlike anything else - not just pleasant but deliciously hot. You want more and Atsumu gives it to you. His nose bumps slightly against your navel until he's deep in it. Not breathing or taking breaks, tunnel vision taking over.
You feel it then - your hoarse voice crying out as you squeeze Atsumu's hands so tight you nearly crush his fingers. Your spine arching, and your voice giving out - you peer down at him.
Then the tension snaps, and you reel. You choke out a quiet "o-oh fuuck," that tapers out into a groan before ending up in a half sob. When you cum, you cum hard. Your whole body seizes, core tense and thighs closing around Atsumu's face who insists on taking you through all of it. He only stops when you let go of his hand - practically pushing him off.
Your breathing is ragged, body completely exhausted when you manage a slow blink. You look at Atsumu who looks debauched in his own right, hair astrew and chin slick with your cum. You stare at him, dumbstruck for a while until you wipe your face with your entire hand.
You blink at him.
"T-thanks for that.." you mutter. Atsumu lets out a breathy laugh before planting his cheek into your thigh, cuddling against it. Your heart hammers slightly.
"I should be thankin' you." He says easily. You flush, coughing behind your hand.
"I should return the favor." You say. Atsumu freezes before looking away from you entirely.
"Ah.. ya don't have to actually. Kinda took care of myself."
When you look at Atsumu from where he's lying on his side - you can see exactly what he means. A wet stain in the front of his light pants obvious to you, he must've cum from rutting into the sheets. You swallow something in your throat.
your boyfriend is bored and restless. thankfully, you know just how to help.
When Iwaizumi walked into your room with an uncharacteristic pout and reeking of a range of different perfumes, you knew you were going to be busy for the rest of the afternoon.
“Bored?” you asked, already opening your arms to allow your boyfriend to crash into. And crash into you he did; you almost toppled over if it wasn’t for your quick reflexes when you suddenly had to bear all of Iwaizumi’s weight in your arms.
He curled into you further at the question. “Yes,” he said quietly, as if he was embarrassed to have been figured out so easily. But you just hugged him tighter, not giving him any room to feel shame.
It was honestly kind of cute, when Iwaizumi got like this.
Troublesome too, yeah, but mostly cute. A bored Iwaizumi could range from slightly inconveniencing (following you all over the house like a lost puppy and entangling his long limbs with yours) to slightly dangerous (combining all the cleaning agents in the house in the tub to make a big batch of “super cleaner” and going slightly insane from the fumes), and from the looks of it so far, your boyfriend had only doused himself with his entire perfume collection. That was just downright harmless.
“What do you need, baby?” you asked, pressing your nose into his hair. You could smell something vaguely citrus and something vaguely sweet. Sandalwood, maybe.
“I think,” he said, huffing. You felt his hands clench and unclench on your waist, “I think I just need you?”
It was phrased like a question, but you knew what he was doing. Giving you the option to say no, like that would ever cross your mind to do. But you knew where it came from too— how hard it was to get Iwaizumi to even be like this, this pliant and agreeable. How hard it was for him to let himself be taken care of even for the most mundane of things.
Iwaizumi often liked to play the age card against you, citing how he was a few months older so he had to be the one taking care of you. It was an only child thing, he’d mentioned before during a late-night conversation, years ago, over store bought ramen at a 7/11. “I’ve never been older than anyone in a way that meant something, you know?” he said, cheeks full. “It feels good. It’s nice to take care of people.”
(Maybe you were a little bit in love already, even back then.)
But what you understood, way before your boyfriend ever did, is that while he never got to be someone older, he never got to be someone younger either.
You’d watched Iwaizumi bloom under older people’s attention, how he shrank into himself like a kitten turning shy whenever coach Nobuteru would praise him for his skills or hard work. (One time, your mom had given him a good luck charm she got from a shrine before one of his big games and Iwaizumi had just about fainted at the gesture.)
Iwaizumi really liked it when he was taken care of. It was just a matter of letting other people, especially you, do it.
“C’mon Haji,” you murmured, dragging him to the nearby bed. “Let’s lie down. I think you need it.”
“Babyyyyy,” he whined, but went along with you anyway. “I don’t wanna lie down. I tried it already and it just made everything worse.”
“But I’ll be cuddling you this time,” you appeased. “Won’t that be better?”
Iwaizumi was quiet for a moment before he nodded. You smiled and hauled him into the bed, rearranging your limbs so that his face was in your neck, which was how he usually liked to be when he got like this, and threw an arm around him to keep him settled. Iwaizumi’s arm wrapped around your waist instinctively and he taggled your legs together. It was nice to be like this, all entwined.
You felt your boyfriend press a kiss to the side of your neck and hummed. “Does this feel okay?”
“It does,” he replied, snuggling into you further. “Thanks, baby.”
“Anytime, Haji.” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
Summary: Tendou loves you. And he also loves manga. So he decides to send you his favourite panels. And really, he just can’t wait until he gets you alone so you can reenact them together
Warnings: yandere, Tendou with icky sticky fingers, 18+, nsfw, non-consensual touching, stalking, implied non-con, mentioned pet play
You stare at the greasy envelope in your hands. Another one. The third one this week already. A chill creeps up your spine. Perhaps the sender was still watching you. Hovering around the hallway to gauge your reaction. You wouldn’t be able to tell, though. It’s lunchtime, and so the hallway is packed with students exiting their classrooms, depositing their books into their lockers and chatting loudly as they make it to the cafeteria.
You sigh, close your locker and head outside, to the spot where you and your friends usually eat lunch. When you pass by the trash bin, you toss the envelope inside. It’s still unopened, but you already know what’s inside.
Illustrations. Black and white illustrations in poor quality. Probably from a cheap, run-down printer. Hastily cut with some of the edges already frilled. Sometimes there are stains on the illustrations. The ink has become slightly runny and the paper feels damp, sticky. You can’t help but to think about what’s happened to them. But you really don’t want to know.
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After a very disastrous attempt at your first time, Goshiki had resolved to never, ever, ever touch you again. He was too embarrassed, too ashamed to even kiss you goodbye when he walked you home. In fact, you two had barely spoken since the incident. Or the “catastrophic, tragic nightmare,” as he called it.
It’d been almost a week and a half, and he was still carefully avoiding running into you in the hallways. Hiding from you in empty classrooms, using his friends as human shields so you wouldn’t see him, running away with his face on fire when everything else failed.
You weren’t any better, but at least you were trying to work things out. Yes, it’d been the most embarrassing experience of your life (even recalling it made you want to hide from society’s sight for the rest of your life), but you knew you couldn’t let it ruin your relationship.
Once Goshiki was forced to listen to you (his teammates might’ve had something to do with it –after all, there was so much whining and moping around they could withstand), everything seemed to be clear in his head. If your relationship was to recover from such a blow, both of you would need guidance.
a/n: i stay soft for this man for what? idk but here’s what I made!!🤪 vol 2 is in the works rn bc I made too many pics. the next vol will be more serious and deep oop. also me hating the nickname princess but being unable to imagine atsumu call his s/o anything but that
someone said: could you please make hcs sakusa, atsumu, ushijima, and kageyama being clingy trying to stop their girlfriend to join business trip or else bc they don’t want to seperate even it’s for a minute? pardon my broke english i hope you got it. >.< thank you in advance❤
kiyoomi sakusa
☓ kiyoomi likes routines
☓ having a set of actions that he’s guaranteed to complete each day makes it easier for him to breathe
☓ and, as someone he holds near and dear, you’re included in said list of things and people he needs in his day to day life
☓ it’s not that he wants to hold you back from doing other things or interacting with different people
☓ but he enjoys knowing that, as your boyfriend, he’s promised a certain level of attention from you each day
☓ so knowing that his routine is going to be interrupted, even temporarily so, by a business trip isn’t one that he’s fond of
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Kyotani had always intimidated you so terribly, and yet, something draws you to him, in ways you can’t fully understand. He sat in front of you for most of your lectures, and though you’ve never had the guts to initiate conversations, you always smiled whenever your gaze accidentally met. He’d never returned your gesture, but his eyes would soften momentarily before turning away with a frown.
So as you’re strolling through your Summer Festival alone because you had no one to go with, you’re pretty surprised to run into him, also looking very lonely and rather upset as he’s sitting on the side walk with his chin down by himself.
You quickly connected the dots as to why you may had been so drawn to him: it was a mutual sense of loneliness...and maybe this whole time, it was just your inner gut urging you to befriend the only other person you know who's also going through the same thing you are. So for once, you followed your gut and attempted to shake off your anxiety as you approached him, a bag of steaming Yaki Tomorokoshi in hand.
He looks up at you when you’ve approached him with the same warm smile he never understood what he’d done to deserve. Though your time with him was rather awkward at first, you two eventually warm up to one another, as you share your grilled corn while watching the fireworks in comfortable silence. 🥺
Send me your favorite character, and I will tell you what food you guys will have + under what situation. (Open)
Okay quick thirst, Imagine Kenma playing online with Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi, but you want attention from Kenma so you stroll in his recording room in his old volleyball jersey and no panties, you crawl in his lap grinding on him, he tells you if you don't stop he will leave his mic on and the guys will hear how pretty you moan for him and how filthy you talk. You take it as a challenge and lose. Thus the guys hearing how good Kenma fucks. 💦💦
❣︎kenma kozume❣︎
warnings: nsfw
kenma isn’t sure whether he hates or loves it whenever you come into the gaming room when he’s playing with his friends. you look so simple yet so irresistible in his old nekoma jersey, the short hem doing nothing to conceal the curve of your ass and of course, no panties. he doesn't do anything to stop you when you climb onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your head on his shoulder, even if he can feel the damp heat of your pussy pressed against his crotch.
“y/n,” he murmurs warningly, voice too low to be caught by the mic. but you never listen when your lips mouth kisses to his sensitive neck and you start to grind against him, your cunt pressed against his clothed crotch. he can barely hold back the moans that threaten to release when blood rushes to his cock.
“be careful,” kenma growls when he mutes his mic momentarily. “or do you want bokuto and kuroo to hear what a cock-hungry slut you are?” your response is just to whimper into his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin and you only seem to rut faster against him, whining into his shoulder. well, looks like you made your decision, kenma decides when he makes you sink down on his cock. you’re already whining but a loud cry rips from you when he bucks his hips up, eyes still fixated on the bright pixels of his game but the mic catches every smack of your ass against his lap, every moan and needy whine, making kuroo and bokuto fall silent on the other end.
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Vampire!Tendou who makes you eat a healthy diet to make your blood taste good. When you eat good, he eats good. His body gets fuller, his loads get thicker, and he becomes more lively for you! And when he’s happy and full of energy, he doesn’t scratch you up and threaten to drain your family dry when you beg him not to cum in you!
yes!!! yes!!!
nsfw, fem reader, noncon/rape, breeding, blood/gore, vampire!tendou
tendou just loves to take care of his little human!
if you’re happy, he’s happy, you know? so stop being a little bitch and eat what he gives you. sure, it might not tasted good... but it’s good for you! your body! your blood!
and as he purifies you and erases those toxins from your body, he feels himself getting healthier too. and you see that when you’re nice and healthy the bite doesn’t hurt as much!
see, everything satori does is just for you!
you can fight him all you want, but he’s always going to do the right thing. he has to breed you, you know? has to keep the vampire bloodline going somehow, right? don’t you want to be part of that? don’t you want him inside you like your blood is inside him?
don’t be greedy now, or else he’ll have to kill all your loved ones so that you’ll just have to create more.
Atsumu and Osamu force their dumb fatty to dress up in a piggy outfit for Halloween! They push candies and cocks into her mouth, ass and fat cunt as she cries about feeling full but they only laugh and even but a nose hook on her, telling her to oink already as they keep on stuffing her with sweets and dicks, so sticky and gross:'(
i want to be miya twins piggy 🥺
nsfw, fem reader, noncon/rape, fat/body shaming, threesome, piggy tingz
“say oink, piggy! oink oink!”
“oi...” you sniffle. “don’t make me...”
“say it.” osamu’s voice is low in your ear, shoving his cock deeper inside you. “don’t make ‘tsumu wait.”
“yeah!” atsumu pouts. “don’t make me make you oink.”
you cry, tears dripping down your face as osamu’s cock bumps into your cervix. “oi- oink...”
“good piggy!” tsumu grins. “isn’t she so good, samu?”
he grunts, gripping at your hips harder. “squeal, piggy.”
you nearly scream as he pushes his thumb against your clit, making your body squirm. they both laugh at you, making you cry harder.
“c’mon... hand me some candy, samu.” atsumu holds out his hand. “we gotta feed our piggy, don’t we?”
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