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"Duck" https://www.reddit.com/r/aww/comments/hrvd9f/duck/?utm_source=ifttt

[sumeshi-t]

YOOOOOOOO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you for 500💖💖💖

falling.

fwb!sakusa x reader

wc: 1.7k

warning: slight nsfw mention here and there

i tried tried making this as just a drabble, but i think i might have gotten carried away sksksks 

tagging cheesecult: @akaashit-baeji @bubbleteaa @yamagucheese @milkandc00kiez @akaashichigo @drainedjaz @haikkeiji @annalyn-annalyn @mlkytobio @sosugasweet @cali-writes-sometimes  @simping4ratsumu @shishinoya @ushiwakaa @kxgeyamasmilk @agaassi @hanibuni @cupofkenma  @kawanisshi @thiccbokuto @shinsukestan @sufiawrites @wakaitoshi @skyguy-peach @fern-writes-ig @briswriting @airybby @kawaiikraykray @miyuswriting @raevaioli @ouikarwa @hakueishirei

and thank you mom @taeiliee for beta-ing this omg ilysm

you were sat at the corner of the large hall, watching as strangers kissed strangers, brushing their sweating bodies against each other on the dance floor, the smell of alcohol and lust and sin heavy in the air, all this muted by the loud blaring of music, the bass thumping along with your heartbeat, sending vibrations to your skull.

sighing, you swiveled on the chair, before asking the bartender for a drink. you were just going to enjoy one more shot, give your friends a text, and go home, sleep, end the night as dull as it should be.

until this man, whose curly hair framed his face perfectly, two distinct moles just above one of his brows, the scent of fresh laundry and lavender reaching your nose, caught in your periphery, sitting a chair away from you. his mask prevented you from seeing him in full view but just a look at his eyes tells you that he’s been through hell just by being in that place. 

he only asked for water, took out a handkerchief and wiped the rim of the glass before pulling down his mask to take careful sips. he must’ve noticed you watching him, so he turned to you.

as silly as it sounds, you hiccuped at having realized how cute this man actually was without the mask. you quickly cover your mouth and, surprisingly, he asks the bartender to get you a glass of water. 

“you having fun?” you ask him once your hiccups subsided, apologizing for bothering him. the man who has yet to introduce himself groans, “obviously not. i don’t see you having a good time either," 

”this isn’t really my type of fun. not at all; i’d rather be at home but…“ it’s the alcohol, you’re going to stupidly put all the blame on the drinks that you’ve had; on the way his eyes scanned your face; on the way your eyes watched his lips move; on the way his arm brushed against yours once you two decided to get the hell out of that shit-fest.

you thought this was only going to be a cute little encounter with a man who also hated crowds that rescued you and himself, and you were in no way expecting to be ending the night like this–

tipsy and naked, legs spread, back against the wall, nails digging into his smooth back, warm shower water trickling down your body; your breath fogging up the glass, panting with every snap of his hips against yours. 

it was a weird way for introductions to be made, but as you both neared your high, he whispers his name in your ear, "say it, call my name, scream,”

and you did. 

as you rode out your orgasm with him, the sensation of his name rolling out of your tongue felt more euphoric than what really led to you being unable to stand on your own, knees buckling soon as your feet touched the floor, that he has had to give you and himself a real and decent shower.

when you lay in his bed moments later, his back was turned to face you. no “good night” or “sweet dreams"– you realize you’d preferred it that way, to stick to the reality of what this was: a one night stand. and since it’s like that, you guessed that this was the last time you’d be seeing or even be breathing the same air as this man. 

so even if he was merely breaths away from you, you knew what you shared with him just now wouldn’t shorten the ten thousand miles between you. you knew it was wrong to be feeling this way for a stranger; even so, your clouded thoughts got the best of you.

and you reached out.

"kiyoomi,”

“what? can’t sleep?” his voice was a low grumble, the sound muffled by the pillow he was hugging to his chest.

“it’s y/n,” meanwhile, your voice was barely audible, you were sure it was just another whisper in the wind. but for sakusa kiyoomi, it was louder than the moans and gasps you made that night. “though i don’t think that’s important,” you drawled before succumbing to sleep.

the next day, you wake early and leave him, his bed, and the memories of last night without a word. just as how one night stands should be.

so for the next week, you were confused, angry, for feeling so desperate to see sakusa kiyoomi once again. if only you knew that this was how it was going to be, you would’ve left your number on a little note; or maybe do the things they would in movies, used your lipstick to write it on his bathroom mirror with hearts and your name in case he didn’t hear it.

and your desperation has you coming back to that shit-hole of a party. if only to relive the memories of that one night. you knew the chances of seeing him there again were slim, absentmindedly twirling your glass of vodka in your hand while letting the alcohol slowly numb you.

only to see a familiar set of eyes, and half of a face obscured by a mask beside you. 

“thought this wasn’t your fun?”

“i could say the same about you, didn’t you hate it here?” you place the glass back on the counter, completely turning to sakusa, “wanna get out of here?”

he downed the shot you didn’t take, before standing up to leave. 

you both hated having to go back to that club. but for some reason, the two of you just indulged in the prospect of meeting each other there, only to be in each other’s heat, and for one of you to be left alone in the cold the morning after.

then it was the third, fourth, and soon it was the sixth-night-stand.

you did something you’ve never done before: that was, pressing your lips against his. there was a surge of boldness in you that you assumed was only from the alcohol, when you didn’t know yet that it was already something more addictive and dangerous than that.

you thought the kiss would ruin everything that you had with him–whatever it was–but, it didn’t. instead, sakusa kiyoomi responds with a bite to your lower lip, a chaste kiss, a teasing lick, before pulling away to rest his lips to nip at your neck.

for the rest of that night, his movements weren’t so rough. from his lips came out your name and his praises, and with those same swollen lips he left behind a burning trail of butterfly kisses on every corner of your body covered by skin he could taste–all this replacing the usual grunts of approval or the loud smack of his palms against your ass.

this time, sakusa’s bed wasn’t cold nor empty. the first thing he saw as soon as he opened his eyes the next morning was you; cradled in his arms, hickey-filled chest steadily rising and falling with each breath. his calloused fingers brush against your cheek once, and it was too bad that you couldn’t see the soft smile he has for you.

after the seventh night, you two began texting. the texting escalated to phone calls. the phone calls turned into meet-ups that you all but wanted to call a date but couldn’t because you had no idea just what you were to him, and what he was to you.

“woah, you can do that? don’t your wrists hurt?” your eyes widened, almost dropping the ice cream he bought for you after one of his practice games. 

“really, omiomi? that how ya flirt with such a pretty lady?” one of his teammates quips from behind you. sakusa glares at the blonde guy who you remember as their setter, and you decide to laugh it off. “don’t worry, he doesn’t have to do much to have me on my kne–”

sakusa slams a mask to your face to keep you from saying anything more. and then, once he knows the two of you were out of their earshot,  his arm wraps around your shoulder to pull you close to him, and he warns by your ear, “that filthy mouth of yours needs a little cleaning tonight,”

to his surprise, you smile up at him, which gives him a hard time concentrating on what you were saying, his quickening pulse echoing in his head making him unable to hear your voice. 

it was no longer the sex that you craved from him. it was no longer just sex for him. deep in your heart, you knew what you shared with sakusa–it was making love. and he knows this too. it was a feeling that to him was so familiar yet so distant. 

“kiyoomi,”

“y/n,”

“i… i think, i’m already in love with you,”

you were so blinded by the brightness of the emotions you knew you felt with and for him, that you failed to notice he never answered you back, nor did you see the fears and worries that he keeps hidden behind his mask.

after all that build-up, only for sakusa kiyoomi to drop you at the last second. as if nothing happened. as if you were nothing. the meet-ups stopped, your calls were declined, texts left on read. 

it’s been a month since then, now you were in your bedroom on a friday night, refusing your friends’ invites for yet another party downtown. this time, they tell you it was for you to forget. which was dumb, considering that place was where it all started.

“it” meaning… what? it’s not even valid to call it a one night stand anymore. a friend with benefits? then again, did you even fit his description of a friend? or were you just another fuck buddy to him? someone he used as an outlet of his sexual frustrations and when he caught on to the feelings you shouldn’t have and even you didn’t even know why–

you wished forgetting sakusa kiyoomi was as easy as getting rid of the stains on your sheets.

but the tears and pain he’s dirtied you with was a mark no bleach or detergent could ever erase.

little did you know, for the past month, sakusa kiyoomi was patiently waiting for you in that same old stool back in the bar, with three words he wished he’d told you sooner. 

[sumeshi-t]

HUHH????? EXCUSE ME ????? WHY??? ARE WE IN SPAIN???

😔✊🏻 i LOVE it

【6.30am】

“sometimes i wish i could just turn it off, turn it all off.”

you would say, for the hundredth time that week, the palm of your hands buried deep into the pile of snow before you. it was cold, definitely, the burnt from the sudden change in temperature should have bitten your delicate skin but all you could feel was the anger coursing through your veins. the redness of your palm barely scrapped the level of pain you had felt every single waking day.

“you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep this up y/n.”

his voice, as strict as ever, but always with a hint of gentleness when it’s for you. he gripped onto both your wrist that was submerged in the pile of fluff, bringing you up on your feet with ease before squeezing a heat pack between your numbing hands.

daichi had always been this nice to you. always. was it because he saw you as his younger sister? was it because he felt an obligation to watch over you? or was it because you’re just a clumsy friend in his eyes?

“i’m not hurting myself when you’re here.”

“i’m not always going to be here, y/n.”

he sighed, rubbing your frosted numb fingers together with his large warm ones. the heat pack he had brought out was doing real little as compared to his own temperature.

‘why not?’ you thought, those words felt bitter on the tip of your tongue—almost as if it had evaporated along with the puff of moist air that slipped from your lips.

“sometimes i wish...”

nothing seemed to be able to form aside from those words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. words buried so deep in your heart, it felt like you were bearing your heart open if you do string them into reality; and somehow you did.

“...you would see more of me.”

“y/n—”

“you’re really cruel, you know that?”

your once distant hues were now staring right into his hesitant ones. you could almost see the guilt swirling in those pupils you thought would only look your way.

“i love you daichi.”

“i’ve loved you ever since the day we met!”

“i know—”

“no! you don’t know—you don’t, because all you ever want to know is if i’m doing anything stupid. or if i’m hurting myself. that’s all you see in me. someone that constantly needed you.”

he loved you too. truly, but never in the way you wanted him to.

daichi wasn’t dense, nor was he ignorant of the love you have for him. maybe he was cruel for leading you on, but he couldn’t bring himself to end it. you were just as important to him.

“when will you ever love me?”

“i do love you,”

his words had you blinking a few tears back as your angered grip on his hand loosened.

“just not the same way you do for me.”

a deep sigh of frustration left his lips. perhaps today might just be the day he end it after all. it wouldn’t do any good to continue this play of pretend.

“what does that even mean? love is love, is it not? why are you denying—”

“because i was the one that constantly needed you.”

his eyes that was once filled with so much worry and care for you, for the first time, seemed unfamiliar in your glossy hues.

needed. if he said that to you a few days ago, perhaps your aching heart might have fluttered. perhaps your warm cheeks might be an obvious sign that you had fallen for him all over again.

but you knew deep down, this...this familiar feeling that was overflowing your senses.

“but you don’t want me.”

“y/n—”

“i know.”

you whispered, having had enough.

“i know so...please let go.”

daichi wondered if this was the end he wanted you to have.

“please let me go—”

if he hadn’t been selfish, maybe you wouldn’t be like this now.

“—so then i can let you go.”

was there no other way but an end?

“i’m sorry for being selfish y/n.”

with one last squeeze and a gaze that held remorse, he wrapped his scarf around your trembling figure before turning to leave.

“please take care of yourself.”

even the last few moments were of him looking out for you; take care, how ironic—when you had always been this way in hopes he will one day truly be with you.

with his scent lingering subtly under your nose, you weren’t sure if the abandoned heat pack or the numbness in your heart was colder in this harsh winter.

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a/n: this was a really old piece that i re-visited after experiencing the same sentiment when i first wrote it. hope it make sense and thank you so much for reading.

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Duck via /r/aww

Duck https://ift.tt/3h7ZCLX Submitted July 15, 2020 at 10:27PM by HQRB via reddit https://ift.tt/2Ottaau

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[sumeshi-t]

maam you dont understand— theres a long red scratch mark on my thigh right now and its because of THIS. 🤩🥵🤩🥵🤩🥵🤩

LIKE I REALLY SAID:

ok but

i still remember how i- 👀 rp-ed w sum friends 👀 policeman daichi 👀 with his baton in ur ass 👀 ur hands cuffed behind ur back after u 👀 came from the ride on his God Thighs 👀

i dunno,,,, jus,,, yeah 👀

bro daichi is kinda a sick fuck when he wants to be. say you were being a bit too affectionate during a squadron banquet — his favorite perfume, red lipstick, curious fingers — you might as well be sex on legs and you’re flaunting it for everyone. it doesn’t matter that you’re showering him with attention, you soak up the attention his coworkers give you too. you’re a little minx and he’ll put you in your place.

he doesn’t fucking care if you were just pretending, the smirk on your lips when you think he’s looked away says otherwise. you want to be horny that bad, he’ll let you. you can ride his thigh with your hands cuffed behind your back, your thong being the only thing between your two. you’re smearing slick over his skin but that’s what he wants. that’s how he knows you’re close to cumming. he’ll tense the muscles in his thigh just right for you, bouncing it slightly or shifting it side to side so your swollen clit gets all the attention it deserves. and then right before yoy cum he lifts you off of him, setting you ass up and face down on the bed. he’d be rubbing your arousal up to the ring of muscle puckered yo and waiting for him, loving how even when you flinch, your pussy still glistens more. daichi uses your own soak as lube, pushing one finger in until you’re comfy and then another before he moves on to something a little larger, a little sturdier. a few playful taps against your ass has you dripping, and he catches it with the baton before pushing the tip inside your ass.

you look nice like this, like sex on legs with your ass snugly stuffed with a foreign object, pussy drooling, and wrists cuffed behind your back. he loves seeing your red lips smeared from messy kisses and parted to catch your breath from his cruelty. you look so good he might take photos to send to you later as a sweet reminder of what you’re really like — you’re not the well put together young lady at a dinner banquet, you’re a whore that likes to be stuffed with anything and everything, one that craves release so bad she fucks a man’s thigh like her life depends on it. you really just look so sexy like this for him.

[sumeshi-t]

romantic!toshi IS NOW ACTIVATED AAAAAAAA 😭😭😭 THIS WAS SO CUTE UGHH

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚��𝐲 : you’re a pre-med student working the closing shift at your part-time job when you find an injured gangster by the dumpster.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : gun induced injury, ( potentially ) graphic description of said injury

𝐚/𝐧 : sometimes idk if i do this fic thing right !! anyway !! this is dedicated to the brave captains of my ushijima harem , @from-left-to-write​ and @bubbleteaa​ 

While your parents give you what they can, it’s barely enough to pay tuition and living expenses while you’re off at school. Picking up a part-time job gives you some pocket money and something to take your mind off of studying.

The coffee shop you work part-time at is a tiny, yet bustling spot in the heart of the financial district. As one of the few university students that work there, you get the privilege of working morning shifts. This means, you plaster on your brightest smile at six in the morning to laugh kindly with business men who deign to pick up their own coffee and grouchy interns who are dissatisfied with getting their boss’.

On instinct, you smile brightly at the chime of the door.

Keep reading

[sumeshi-t]

how D A R E you make me feel these things at 10am?!?!?!?! 🥺😭

The second button [Bokuto Koutarou x Reader]

the second button;; pairing: bokuto koutarou x reader, slight akaashi x reader fandom: haikyuu!! genres: angst, slight fluff word count: 1k or smth (drabble)

a/n: i want to give an special thanks to @drainedjaz​ ( @boomboomjaz​ go simp for jazz and her work pls) for beta reading and giving me recommendations <3 ily baby. also, i want to thank to the entire cheese cult just bc i love them so much and im simping so hard for them, like, a lot-. Please stay safe, drink tons of water, eat your meals and sleep at least 8 hours (do it at least for me cuz i canT AKSJHDJS)! I love you <3

Summary: You asked Bokuto for his second button after the graduation ceremony, but it was too late.

°:.   *₊        ° .   ☆     ☾　 °:.   *₊      ° . ° .•

Time goes fast. Too fast. One day you are in diapers and the next in hakama, with a diploma in your hands and looking for the second button. The button of the boy you had fallen in love with.

You smiled lightly as you searched for Bokuto, the crowds at the ceremony starting to condense as you walked down the halls. You looked for it with your gaze, which stopped when you found the boy, you looked at his back to a few second-year girls you recognized.

“Taro!” You called him without erasing your smile. Bokuto lightly turned his head towards you and gave you one of his best smiles. His smile. His smile made your knees tremble, created convulsions in your heart, confused your thoughts. You were still behind him when he answered you, the number of girls after they saw you started to decrease.

He didn’t talk until the last one left.

“Hey hey hey! Y/N-chan” he smiled, fixing his clothes and his hair. His smile was different from that of other days, his eyes shone with an intensity that he only dedicated to volleyball “We graduated!” He laughed, turning around fully to face you.

Your eyes were glued to his face, his expression of joy. You wanted to see his expression over and over for the rest of your life. You wanted to be able to see him grow as a professional, you wanted to help him, encourage him, love him, and shower him with words, kisses, hugs.

You loved him. So much.

“Yes” you replied, closing your eyes and smiling at him “Congratulations, Koutarou” you took his free hand and squeezed it a little. Bokuto acted as always before you displayed affection, he only corresponded “You did a good job, you are too cool, I am very happy” you swallowed to open your eyes and look him in the eyes “Uh…, I wanted to ask you something”

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Prompt: "Judo Wakatoshi" and "Break my back like glowstick"

NSFW!

Pairing: Wakatoshi Ushijima x reader

Sparring with Ushijima was challenging. Not because he was co-ed judo's team captain and many times qualified into nationals.

  No. 

It was hard because you couldn't focus on anything other than what would it feel like if he wrapped his big hands around your throat and-

"Y/N, your turn." You blinked shaking off the thought and stepped onto mat where your opponent was already waiting.

 His hair was ruffled, skin shining with sweat. You swallowed hard and got into fight position.

Your coach whistled as a signal to start sparring.

You watched his body move carefully. Even though you were vice-captain and could fight well you felt like his pray. And you felt damn good about.

Wakatoshi took step forward and tried to tackle you to the ground but you quickly dodged his attack and grabbed his elbow to try and use his momentum against him.

What you didn't expect was that he would predict your move.

You felt his sweaty palms grab your hips and throw you onto the ground. He towered over you, sweat streaming down his temples as he looked at you with a sly grin of predator who just catched his dinner.

Flustered you avoided looking in his face and focused on his chest. You felt little heart flutter in your pussy.

"That's what you get for wearing such short dresses around me." He growled lowly to your ear sending shiver down your spine. 

You could feel heat radiating from his body. You moved your knee in between his legs, not sure if you wanted him to collapse on you or if you wanted to roll over him and wipe that smirk off of his face. You bit your lower lip what got his attention and used the distraction to roll over.

Now that you were on top of Wakatoshi you could feel him hardening against your hips as you sat on top of him.

"Looks like I won." You teased.

Ushijima patted the mat as a sign of defeat. You wanted to get off of him but as you tried to stand up he grabbed your ass and whispered.

" Locker room in three minutes."

You nodded and grabbed some water. Then you rushed into locker room.

As soon as you closed the door you've been slammed into the wall by Wakatoshi who kabedoned you.

"Took you long enough." He slipped one if his hands around your waist and pulled you closer.

"What can I say, someone got me thirsty."

You threw your hands around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. Both of his hands were now wandering down your pants and soon you felt them drop on the floor.

Wakatoshi kissed you more aggresively with every second. He tasted like sweat and lust. You moved your hands on his chest and traced each muscle. You rolled him over so now it was him who was slammed against the wall. You pulled back and smiled at him slyly.

"Trying to be cocky?" He asked with raised eyebrow as he pushed you back onto bench and kneeled in front of you. He kissed your inner thigh and rubbed his thumb over your clit, chuckling at how wet for him you were.

 "Thirsty brat." He said as he ripped off your panties.

 He started circling his fingers around your entrance and slowly one by one started putting them in and out

 "Toshi!" You growled impatiently.

 "Brats don't get the treatment. You have to beg me for it." He looked up to see your face.

 "Please! Fuck me senseless and break my back like glowstick Wakatoshi!" You begged.

 Ushijima's pace quickly increased and soon you could feel the pleasure building up in your abdomen. Your moans made him go faster and faster. His fingers thrusting in you until Wakatoshi suddenly stopped.

 You looked at him displeased and observed as he licks your juice off his fingers.

 "Now let's break your back." He smirked. 

 He leaned over you and thrusted with full speed. His length filling you whole.

 "Aaa~h" 

 "You like that you thirsty brat." He whispered lowly in your ear. 

 "Please.." You whined. 

 Wakatoshi began slowly thrusting in you giving you time to get used to cock but quickly lost his cool seeing the begging on your face and your watery eyes. He thrusted faster and faster hitting your hips with each move. You tried to be quiet but Wakatoshi made it almost impossible with how much pleasure he was giving you. Each moan like music to his ears. He loved to see you wrecked like this. 

 "Choke me daddy." You could see the lust and desire in his eyes. 

 You didn't even registered when he flipped you over and was now fucking you senseless from the back. One hand tightly on your hip while the other was on your throat. 

 His moves became more animal like, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. Soon both of you were panting close to reaching peak. 

 "Cum inside me!" 

 And he did as you plead with one last thrust that sent you over the edge.

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timeskip! iwaizumi, kuroo + car smex with f!reader

yeah, hey- it's been months. is this even considered a drabble-? idk but... here you go. they're pretty short buuut i'm using this excuse to distract myself from uni stuff lmao. ngl there was supposed to be a sakusa one, but brain empty skkss might edit this tho to add it later on 👁👄👁

warnings: hint of sensory deprivation and exhibitionism, perhaps a dash of degradation? porn with a sprinkle of plot/s lol

iwaizumi hajime

his hips don't stop snapping against yours in a hard and fast pace, lower lip right between his teeth while low and deep groans rumble from his chest.

he just couldn't help it anymore— it was supposed to be a celebration after japan's victory over another country, but how could he relax and stay put when you looked so ravishing in that dress, hugging every delicious curve and corner of your body?

it wasn't anything too indecent really, but perhaps he's missed you so much after being away from home, from you, for quite a while. and truthfully, you did too. so much so, that while he was away, there were nights when soft sighs of his name slip past your lips as you yearned for him to be there and push you against the mattress.

god, the teasing looks, the fleeting touches, your eyes, your lush red lips always spread in a smile, your scent- fuck- he thought he wouldn't be able to last the night if he didn't get his hands all over you. he wanted to stay for a bit more, perhaps discuss future plays but he couldn't peel his eyes away from you, with the way your hips swayed slightly from the beat of the music.

he finds himself gulping, gripping the glass of brandy in his hand as he feared he'd lose grip on his self-control and end up dragging you to the nearest restroom to fuck your brains out without a care in the world—

so instead here you two were, just off the road somewhere on your way back to your shared apartment, your dress hiked up, bundled around your torso, panties torn, legs shaking as they clung around his waist as his sturdy arms hold you up as he rammed into you on the hood of his car.

he bends down, slowly, lips and tongue marking your skin as if he didn't leave enough when you two were still in the car. he parts with a muted gasp, one hand reaching behind your head to pull at your hair firmly. you feel his swollen lips rub over yours as he grunted, "you planned this, didn't you?- hah, nngh-! "

his thrusts become slower but deeper, your eyes rolling back in your head as he hits your spongy spot inside. he groans your name out when you tighten around him, urging him to push you down gently. iwaizumi once more takes your lower lip between his teeth, sucking, nibbling, before he buries his face by the crook of your neck-

"right? you wanted me to fuck you out here in the open, huh? so fucking naughty, baby girl-" he gulps, pushing your legs apart when all you could do was moan and beg for more, his name a mantra scratching at your hoarse throat, as you scratch down his clothed back, unable to leave marks of your own. but the sensation was enough to send shivers down his spine. he straightens up, his grip around you bruising, the veins over his bicep popping out.

"go on, scream for me baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock—"

kuroo tetsuro

you only wanted to let loose for one night over the weekend, why, after getting the job you were applying for, how could you not? that was the plan— treat yourself to some booze, dance as if your life depended on it, laugh, cheer, and have a fresh start before your first day at work.

but it was certainly not part of the plan to get wrecked by this hot dude from across the bar, black hair framing his face, which he boasts as his "natural" bedhead— the man's name was foggy in your memory, despite the many times he'd whispered it in your ear so you could scream it out as you came around him; you could hardly remember it the morning after, the same way you could hardly walk, with the limp in your steps the next day.

even as you woke alone, you could still faintly smell the traces of cigarettes and whiskey in the air.

the new plan was to leave it to memory as one, if not, the best fuck of your life.

ah, but fate had other plans for you.

to this day you still contemplate whether it was deliberate or whether it was pure chance—to come face to face with that same man, who turns out to be working in the same office as you do, who turns out to be your goddamn boss;

needless to say, kuroo tetsuro was mildly amused. he assumed you were playing games, because how the hell could you keep a straight face like that when he already knows the lewd faces you can make as you shudder beneath him?

so he plays along, always teasing you with, "have we met before", and "i'm pretty sure i've seen you somewhere"- anything just to get you riled up, anything to see your pretty innocent mask crack—

so you don't back down, but it's backfiring on you. surely you cannot beat the master of provocation; the more you resisted the more you were playing into his hands.

and now it's come to this. this wasn't part of the plan at all.

but... are you still on the losing end if you're the one on top of him? bare legs spread over his built thighs as he leans back against the leather seats of his car; your formal office clothes abandoned at the backseat, neatly-bunned hair now in disarray, lipstick smudged all over your chin. you take a quick intake of air and- ah, there it goes again, the smell you find so addicting: of cigarettes and whiskey, and quite frankly, of him.

kuroo has a lazy smirk on his face, eyes hungrily watching your every move, how you made his cock disappear between your slick folds. his large hands hovered teasingly all over your exposed ass, the light touches making your hands cling to his barely unbuttoned polo. he relishes in your tiny whimpers, your pleasured gasps whenever he pushed up against your hips as you rode him in a steady pace.

the best part for him was seeing his red necktie wrapped firmly around your head, covering your eyes, heightening your senses—

you squeal as a loud smack lands on your bum, the flesh rippling a bit at the contact. he groans, feeling you tighten around him while your nipples brush over the fabric of his top.

he follows up with another, and the next— he was getting drunk with the way your slick wetness was staining his dress pants. he runs his palms over your ass to ease the sting, "oya, oya~ how naughty, my little kitten- you want more of that, hm?"

his voice was low, dangerously near your ear that you can hear the little hitches in his breath, as he leaves slow teasing licks against the shell of it.

"you're so delicious like this- so damn good to me- what if someone notices the car bouncing, hm?" a low chuckle as he holds your hips in place before ramming up into your cunt.

"do you want everyone at the office to see how much the newbie's a little whore for the boss' cock?"

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PAIN I LOVE IT THANK YOU

【02.30am】

“did you really have to do that?”

you could almost feel it, the slight tremble of your voice—the way you were threading oh so carefully with every word. if you had said anymore than that, perhaps you might really break.

“i—”

what? it was a mistake? a miscalculation?

what could he say to make you believe that the alcohol running in his veins were the fuel for his error. atsumu knew you would always remind him to not drink over his limit, to always be careful. and yet, complacent as he was, he knew any words he spilled right after would just sound like a petty excuse.

but, you knew it too.

“i know, it was inevitable wasn’t it? they were getting too riled up over some nonsensical bullshit like always, but...”

you could almost feel it, the waves hitting so close to shore, it was taking everything in you to hold yourself together.

“...i trusted you ‘tsumu.”

a soft mellow of a whisper was all he could hear before the sight of those crytal-like tears streamed onto your delicate cheeks.

but, he knew it too.

“i—”

again, what words should he be stringing to justify his action? no matter how he searched for those aching words to mend the hurt you’re pouring out, nothing felt right. why? because he knew nothing would be the same again.

“if i was just a minute late, would you still have told me?”

“i would.”

“if i was just a second late, would you still—”

“i would still be here, on my knees, beggin’ for a second chance.”

you were tired. tired of chasing after him, chasing after the very man who seem to only have volleyball in his heart.

what were you to him then?

“why?”

“because—”

“why would you want a second chance? why would you want me when you don’t even need me?”

why wouldn’t he need you?

“am i some joke to you, ‘tsumu? you think you can just barge into my life and have me all wrapped up in your fingers like a toy just so you can get rid of me as and when you—”

he couldn’t stand hearing those aweful words slipping from your lips. he wanted it to stop. he wanted you to stop, and so he did what he thought was right.

“please...wait for me. it’ll only be a year, and i’ll be back for ya in no time.”

the way his large honey-brown eyes stared right into your glossy ones, his large hands on your cheeks to press his lips on your forehead like how he would always do.

somehow, everything felt right for that one moment. when your haggard breath fell to a slow hum, your fingers which you hadn’t realized were clenched, loosened as crescent marks dotted on the palm of your hand; as if those tiny scars were little reminders of lost affection.

“i do need you baby, why’d you think i wouldn’t?”

“because even if you weren’t in the right state of mind, i was still never your priority. what made you think if you were sober, you wouldn’t take up the opportunity?”

when you took a step back from him, he knew it’ll never be the same again. the way your lips curved into a smile that never reached your eye, the way you whispered your goodbye like it was the last thing you wanted to say, but you still said it anyway.

atsumu could only watch your figure disappear along with the darkness of the empty street, the warmth he once felt slowly dissolved with the coldness of the night breeze.

for he knew what you said was right.

and yet, he didn’t know who was the one hurting more.

the one who was left behind?

or the one who left?

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me sitting in the corner of my room crying bc i know i cannot be blessed with a remake of the first two seasons in this new art style 😞

hi io gm :3,,,,currently having oikawa brainrot did you see that one frame in the new season he looks so cute in the new artstyle i'm in tears 😭😭

OUR SINGULAR ONE (1) FRAME ..... IM CRYING

PLEASE GIVE HIM BACK! I WANT OIKAWA BACK HOME RIGHT NOW!!! imagine the potential if we had a seijoh spin off and we got to see all of seijoh in their element like this..... like i’ll always be a horre for the first art style but i cannot be picky.... i just need him like plEASE,,,, i wanna kith his cheeks grrr

this is so sad bro what are we gonna do for the rest of the season? the rest of the show?! am i supposed to longingly stare at this photo for the next 5 years? frame it and wait for him to return home from the war?! 😭😭😭😭

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🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ thank you for this this is da work of a god thank you

𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 ; 

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you’re a new hire at onigiri miya and you just learnt your boss has a brother.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : miya atsumu x soft!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff ?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : none

𝐚/𝐧 : this is it. this is my debut as a fanfic writer. it’s definitely miya - centric, not sure if we properly conveyed a ship tho ..,,. there could b a pt 2 , we’ll see (:< anyway , a BIG thank u to the volleyboy cheese cult who encouraged me thru my whole creative process uwu

You duck under the curtains, precariously balancing two plates of rice balls along both arms. The door chimes and you look up with a bright, welcoming smile. But, looking at the customer for another moment, you find yourself tilting your head in confusion.

“Ah — Miya-san? When did you step out?”

You could’ve sworn he was just in the kitchen.

“What d’ya mean when did I step out?”

“Sorry,” you say quickly, averting your gaze — Maybe you were too forward.

“Don’t cha know who yer talking to?”

Taken aback by the harshness to his tone, you falter momentarily before furrowing your brows. “Miya-san, I… I’m really confused right now.”

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