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[11rosebunny]

bully!osamu, tsukishima, matsukawa, and sakusa feels as if every pencil scratch annoying his ear is a sign of arrogance as he watches his friend write down notes.

it’s a small cafe near the campus. he usually comes to the establishment to order his afternoon coffees to power through the night. and sometimes, when his acquaintance doesn’t close at his part-time job, the two often study at the cafe and catch up on their daily lives.

they’ve already spoken about new updates, not much interesting coming from his friend while he—decided to lie. his watch ticked and each passing moment pushed him further to ask. the only problem is, he didn’t want to seem… desperate.

“thanks for returning my headphones by the way,” his eyes shifted away from the paper across from him and put his focus back on his laptop. the sudden white light reflected on his study glasses as his friend glanced up at him.

the other male hummed in slight confusion that the man in front of him had broken the silent rule during study sessions. “yeah no problem. you should really be thanking the girl next door by your dorm though. she was the one that technically gave you back your headphones.”

his fingers typed on his laptop trying to keep his poker face on. “…yeah.”

“hm?” his friend raised a brow. “why so dry?” and proceeded to let out a chuckle.

the annoyed male didn’t bother to look back up at him. “nothing,” he said.

“you just never bothered to tell me she’s a real bitch.”

his friend’s eyes widened from the sudden insult. his laugh almost sounded like hollering, not expecting such vile words coming out from his—usually, stoic senior.

“heyyy, why so malicious all of a sudden,” he continued snickering.

“i thought she was honestly pretty cute, what’d she even do when she gave you back your headphones?

“…she talked too damn much. not a great feature of hers especially with her condescending tone.”

though it wasn’t completely a lie that he told, he couldn’t muster up the guts to expose any past behaviours he did. the world would crumble if he ever told anybody that the both of you actually know each other from high school.

“yeah? well good luck with that. turns out her program is going overseas with you.”

almost as if a threat was said to him, his head snapped up with horror in his eyes. his friend noticed his change of emotions and raised his brows in astonishment.

“what? you don’t know? the school is setting up a program where you can get an extra credit in [desired choice of course] and your course. you’re gonna travel to hong kong for outside experience.”

“what?” he let out in shock, “when the hell was this mentioned?” his body leaned forward in absolute shock, he was given no warning from none of his classmates and hadn’t even bothered checking his email.

his friend leaned back on his chair relaxed, still not understanding why the other man in front of him was internally freaking out. if he were in his position, he’d be very excited.

“last week dude!” he exclaimed like it was common sense, “your professor talked about it when you skipped class that one day. you weren’t even sick either when he asked me to visit you!”

he was at a lost for words, stuttering on thin plain air like his throat was caught in a bush of thrones. his head was caught up in the clouds that day after the intense interaction he had with you. he decided to skip the next day as his thoughts were running wild. each time he closed his eyes during that week, he could still see the tremble of your lips glistening in his pupils.

he should have never skipped that one fucking day. one, it emphasized in his head.

his friend waited for him to say anything with furrowed brows. but when nothing came out after waiting for what seemed like minutes, he shook his head sighing and going back to writing down notes.

“well, tell me how the trip goes man… i wish i could go to hong kong…” he muttered the last few words.

it felt like you were barely at your new school and you’re already leaving to go to hong kong. your professor explained that it was common to have programs do co-ops in nearby countries. this time, they had chosen hong kong since they were accepting international students to help in [desired course] with other customers/workers. he did also mention another program we’re to be joining on the flight to hong kong but you didn’t have any knowledge to whom was in that class.

to you, it was exciting. you get to board a somewhat free flight (you still had to pay what you assumed to be half price of the ticket), free hotel service and food, and experience in your course. any outside activities had to come out of your own pocket but you were already guessing that would be the case.

however, because you still lacked many acquaintances, you still didn’t know many in your program. perhaps this trip will help you find new people.

your laptop in front of you loaded a screen that displayed “thank you for your payment!” and your saving account with now -¥32000. the bed you sat on felt comfortable more than ever. a fuzzy feeling erupted in your stomach that you were going to travel to hong kong in about 2 months from now. though it may seem far, you know the deadline to pack will hit you like a truck just like when you first moved into this college/university.

however, as he sat down in his chair, clicking away at his computer, he debated if it was really worth it. the payment now lit on his screen as successful and deep down inside, he could feel something shower over him that just next door—you may also be experiencing the same.

the following weeks went quiet. he had bumped into you a couple of times in the morning whenever the both of you had morning classes. he’d often see you glance at him as you’d lock your door only to travel the opposite side from where he was headed, then look away from your figure slinging his bag to his back.

sometimes, it’d be in the library. he’d try not to make it seem like he’d notice you but there would always be a lingering feeling on your back as you sat on one of the couches. other than that, he continued to hear your little laughs and conversations through the thin walls in his dorms. he eventually figured out both your beds were placed right beside each other, with only a wall separating you both. he wonders how long it’ll take for you to figure it out.

but the best part to him, he hasn’t heard any rumours about his past. he agrees that it may just be because he’s in college/university now, and not many people do not care for secrets and drama. but, he can’t help but to hope that you never actually did tell anyone due to his observations—he never sees you with any friends. he assumed all of them just may be from your last school because of the continuous phone calls you have.

and now, it confirms his theory as the classroom slowly fills up and nobody ends up sitting beside you.

an email was sent out for all of the students that were going to the hong kong trip, a simple quick meeting about seatings and plans at the hotel. he had gone early due to his class being in the same lecture room. his seat in the mid levels, allowing him to witness the people attending the same trip as him. and the first person you immediately recognized, was him.

your heart had dropped to your ass the moment you locked eyes.

you prayed this was his last class and was just going to pack up, but he remained sitting behind you each time you tried to slyly check if he were still there.

you couldn’t believe it, you were going to be stuck in even closer proximity with him.

the walk back to your dorm wing was awkward. slowly, the people exiting the lecture room decreased until you were now walking behind him in an empty hall with a good distance between. the silence was deafening and your headphones weren’t doing a good job at covering it up either.

you noticed his footsteps becoming slower, till finally—he turned around to face you.

you didn’t know how to react and ended up looking back him for the first time in weeks. memories of his musky cologne clouding your thoughts and hot breaths kissing your face. you could die on spot.

“…stop walking behind me. just go in front of me. your stare is burning holes in my back.”

your breathing quickened when you realized you had been caught. your throat wrapped around in strings trying to cough out any words that popped up in your head.

you blinked away walking past him, pushing away any thoughts from the last couple of weeks that went by. “whatever.”

he now resumed his walking speed just trailing behind you now, almost as if he were trying to walk with you.

“hong kong still won’t be an opportunity for you to resolve this problem.”

he rolled his eyes at your response. your feet fastened, no longer standing the fact that you were even this close to him. his continued to follow.

“which is why i’m doing it for my studies. don’t think everything is about you,” he remarked.

“say that when you can finally get your eyes off of me,” and as soon as you turned your head, he was indeed staring back at you. his eyes immediately widened slightly, heat creeping to his face as he had been caught. embarrassed he was, but yet—he tilted his head in a mocking manner. just like how he used to do.

you hated it.

“looks like you can’t either,” his lips barely cured into a smirk. but after reading his face for many years, you noticed immediately. he was being cocky again.

you turned away finally reaching your dorm. your face now hot and frustrated that he had managed to return back to his shitty behaviour. it was more toned down now that you were both older. but still, you won’t take his shit even if was barely microscopic. you unlocked the door quickly and shut it from any further conversation.

now, it felt like hong kong was a doom date planted on your calendar.

pt 1. pt 2. pt. 3. pt 4.

a twist of events because i have plans of bully!osamu, tsukishima, matsukawa, and sakusa interacting with you on the plane to hong kong *wink* *wink* *smirk*

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[11rosebunny]

prior to my latest post—i also really wanna start writing for one piece… law and sanji are so…. 🤤🤤

i keep having thoughts about law with darcyphilia/overstimulation/praise GOODNIGHT LMFAOOO but i literally am not caught up with the show gulp

can u guys tell i like men with goatees (yuugo from tpn, law from one piece, don lorenzo from bllk…)

[11rosebunny]

going back home from my vacation 💔 i was in maui for a week so happy!! but back to canada i go 🫡

[11rosebunny]

after bully!osamu, tsukishima, matsukawa, and sakusa bumping into you for the first time in two years, he stands there stupidly. caught in a trance, he couldn’t even muster up any words to say to you.

your face changed since then. eyes full of life, skin glowing even under the shitty campus lights, body confident, and your voice was strong. it took him aback when he realized it was you who confronted him first. back then, he would have walked away and ignored your presence. but this time, he can’t. he’s matured and reflected back on his younger self—he knew he was being an ass during his teenage years. though, he keeps in mind the only thing he can do is move past it.

it’s a split second where he covers up his facade in front of your newly image. taking his hand away from the door that held his key and shoving his hand in his pocket lazily. however, though he may look calm, he could feel his heart thunder with uncertainty. was it a safe call to interact with you?

it’s quiet when he says your name, he acts unsure just to play it safe when asking if he’s correct, and when he finally gets his confirmation—he stands there, his adam’s apple bobbing a wad of saliva down his throat to moisten the awkward walls.

your hands reach for the boxes, keeping 50% of your mind on him, the other half completing your unfinished task. you hum, not even staring back at him as he carefully watched each move you did.

“seems like you changed,” your voice almost came out in mumbles before quickly retrieving back into your dorm. your hand clutching the door knob as the other held into the bottom of the box.

“still, don’t think i’ve forgotten how you treated me,” and just like that, a slam to the door made him realize mistakes never really do go away.

normally, students do not transfer to his college/university. he has all gears running in his head at 100% trying to figure out in all odds that you managed to enter back into his life again. this time, in closer proximity.

in the wing where his dorm was located, the other residents were also aware of the new arrival. eventually, he got his answer from the numerous chattering he heard from every corner of the walls; you had moved to his post-secondary school due to a bridging program. it now makes sense, and it almost feels like this his punishment after all these years.

nobody knew about his past with you, not even his roommates or teammates on the team he played on (aside from matsukawa). it was really only him suffering upon your sudden display of nature. to make matters worse, the last interaction you two had was when you first moved in. he barely saw you around the campus, almost making it seem like you were actively avoiding him so he wouldn’t spot you if he dare try to. the only times where he feels really any close to you is when it’s late at night and he could hear the vivid sounds of your sleepy voice talking to someone over the phone. however, he refuses to get any more curious.

to him, it feels like a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment during the next time he sees you. uncoordinated, unplanned, and accidental.

uncoordinated… unplanned… and… accidental…?

what the fuck were you doing standing in front of his door.

“huh?” it’s comedic when he lets out a genuine gesture of confusion. his shirt is half on, his hair what seems like he had just left a rave, and eyes drowsy thinking that he may be dreaming still.

a pregnant pause fills the both of you for a moment, till eventually you break the silence.

“…you, left your headphones back in your afternoon class,” in your hand, held what was what indeed his black headphones that he wears during studying sessions.

it’s awkward, “right. thanks.”

his hand reached for yours and took the electronic device.

“…but, why’re you the one… giving me my headphones when you don’t have any classes with me?”

“your friend.”

“my friend?”

“your friend,” you repeated again this time visibly more annoyed. “he asked me to give it to you since you don’t have any practice after classes. or whatever that means. he knew i live right beside your dorm. so he thought it’d be easier if he just handed me the headphones.”

“…i see.”

you nodded stoically. once again, awkward silence filled you both. using this time, he took in more of your features, soaking up all the defined areas his memory once forgotten and each time he remembers, it is followed by recollections of tormenting you.

“you’re awfully quiet,” he says your name trying to ease the situation. however, to you, it sounds like he’s just trying to be crude.

a dry echoey laugh erupts from your throat, “is that my fault?”

“never said it was.”

“it seems you can finally own up to your behaviour,” ouch, he could physically feel the weight of your words sink down on his shoulders.

“good to be matured nowadays right?” he shot back now leaning on his door frame. his body alone towered over you but you remained keeping your confidence high.

“that’s true. though it sucks im still waiting for an apology from you.”

like an actual anvil to his face.

“we were teenagers.”

“you still knew what you were doing.”

“it was a build up of mistakes,” he defended.

“a 3 year long mistake during high school?” finally, that shut him up. you scoffed rolling your eyes. “it’s not hard to apologize for being a dick,” his name rolled of your tongue. it felt like someone was pinching his heart.

your eyes then met his with pure anger rising in your pupils.

“just you wait till i start telling others,” his eyes widened unconsciously from the sudden threat. based on the words you chose, he knew you were careful. deconstructing each word for him, almost like you have been desperate to show him this side of you. you crossed your arms and left your hand out to point at him menacingly.

“your image, it will slowly falter. it’ll spread like wild fire, damaging you for all these years you put me through,” he could feel his heart drop each time you added more to the fire. you could practically feel your body shake from built of rage over the years. even with all the months you’ve ignored it, emotions like this can occur on a random tuesday where you’ve just gotten ready for bed.

it hurts to breathe but you push past your limits.

“it’ll start with my classmates, then eventually they’ll pass on the word. it’ll go through everybody at this campus that it will reach your coach—“ you continued rambling, each sentence that left your mouth came out as stronger.

“they’ll find out. and when that happens, it will stay as a reminder—this is all—“ he could feel his body boil.

“your,” you take a step closer.

“—fault.”

then, the rage is put out with one swipe of an arm.

his muscular hand reaches for the collar of your fleece as he aggressively tugs you close to him. pulling you inside his very own dorm and kicking the frame shut before slamming your back against the door making you wince out a heave. the sudden reaction left your body in flight mode, undetermined breathing and eyes wide like a scared prey.

his body towered over yours, hair draping over the top of your forehead as he grabbed your face, smushing ypur cheeks in his hand. his husky cologne endorsed your scent as you tried your best to stay focused on his aroused eyes.

“you let out one more word, and i promise you i’ll break your fucking jaw.” it’s an empty threat though it works like a charm to shut you up. you let out a quiet gasp of air to which he took notice of. he could see your quivering lips and body faltering under his. his heart aches once again.

he lets out a curse, looking away from your figure to compose himself. taking a quiet deep breathe in. he returns his gaze back you, leaning close to you to almost say sorry for his outburst. his breathes get heavier the longer he stares at you. it’s suffocating.

and he doesn’t know why.

suddenly, he lets go of you, walking away not daring to look back. it drained him of all his strength to look you in the eye. in result, he was never that strong to begin with.

his hands instinctively reaching up to tug at his hair as he goes back into his room and loudly shuts the door.

taking this chance, your body that was once frozen turned around and rushed out of his dorm.

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

literally had to squeeze this writing in at 1am. i’m on vacation rn but the fanfic grind never stops rahhh

tags for my lovelies <3 @trafalgar-mine @cassoufle

[11rosebunny]

hello everyone! after a month break i think i am okay to start posting again. i was extremely busy and overwhelmed during the last two months due to my parents going through a divorce, my pet dying, and sorting things out with my college program. things are tame right now and hopefully i have the motivation to start writing again. so thankful to everyone who is still keeping up with me!! i love you guys so much and i apologize once again for being haitus </3.

[11rosebunny]

out of all the haikyuu characters, bully!osamu, tsukishima, matsukawa, and sakusa feels so right.

can you just imagine any of them doing subtle, bitchy actions towards you in high school. whispering to his friends while eyeing you up and down and then catching them all snicker at you like it’s not obvious he was talking shit. or when he’s forced to be paired up with you and ends up micro managing everything you do simply because he believes only he knows what’s right.

he would exclude you in every class activity, making it seem like he didn’t even acknowledge that you were even in the same class as him. the rest of his classmates are confused when he speaks to everyone but you, after witnessing a poor attempt of your figure approaching him then deflating as he walked past you—making sure to bump your shoulder like you were in his way.

he was smart about how he treated you in high school. never enough to get him called down to the principal—and god forbid his parents would ever get notified by his antics. this resulted in him keeping it safe. making small rude comments like whenever you two did speak, bumping you in the halls with any chance he got, making you and inside joke in his friend group, and sending you ungodly stares that would shatter your frame.

however, when the seasons change quickly and their calendar now shows upcoming events with plans of studying, going out, and exams—the last thing they expected was bumping into you moving to the room right next to his very own dorm.

it was 2 years into his program, not expecting to see old people that used to be in his life. especially ones from high school that he never treasured. he’s confused, staring at the boxes stacked neatly on top of each other as he holds the key to his room in one hand as the other holds a bag of groceries. then, your figure steps out. this time, you’re no longer in that horrendous skirt you thought was cute. you weren’t holding onto any of your notebooks nor did you have a buttoned up blazer for the sake of being a good girl.

now, you’re wearing unmatched pyjamas, hair messy from taking a small nap, and arm reaching to grab the set of boxes you left out to get later.

you don’t even recognize him at first, still drowsy from the dream you had. obviously feeling the stare of what you think is a stranger, now looking back at him awkwardly.

“can i—?” your eyes widen mid sentence as you left your mouth paused in between your sentence. it’s him.

but he’s taller. he’s grown bigger in every aspect, his body standing tall and proud. his face shape matured with detailed sharpness, hair grown thicker, shoulders wider, and dear—his arms is what really caught you off guard. this guy was some sort of athlete! he had to be!

his name abruptly left your lips unconsciously. but then quickly, short memories of his malicious behaviour crowded your head leading up all the way from high school. and now, the striking image of the man before you was gone, now only a big chunk of muscles stood there in your eyes.

“oh, it’s you.”

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

i’ll make a pt 2 abt this thought tomorrow… i have work in the morning and it’s 3am for me as i’m writing this </3

[11rosebunny]

hey guys, went inactive again—i just got back from a bad friendship break up and being overworked but i’m doing better now! just took some time off writing and i’ll be sure to come back soon!

[11rosebunny]

shidou ryuusei x fem!reader

warnings… explicit smut, p in v, overstimulation, mind breaking, corruption, rough sex

a/n… i’m writing this at 2:44am absolutely going insane thinking about shidou while i’m ovulating help me </3

Shidou had a nasty habit of not being able to control himself in bed. Even with your pleading of cries and yells, claiming he’s;

“Too much!” or you,

“C-can’t…!”

He still remained pounding your sore pussy like an absolute brute. He’d lose all sanity whenever he managed to fuck you so good you became dumb on his cock.

The drool slipping down the corner of your lips, your brows wincing like they were about to snap, and eyes practically filled with pink hearts each time you felt his cock slam into your cervix.

“Shiiiit,” He dragged, pounding back down harshly in your pussy—forming a twisted smile on his face.

“You’re drivin’ me insane…!” Shidou laughed when he hit a particularly sweet spot causing you to shriek.

He continued slamming into you, knowing you’re completely overstimulated. Despite the fact, it only made him want to ruin you more.

“Take my fucking cock pretty girl,” He cooed, “Shhit—take it,” His voice began faltering as he held onto you for dear life continuously fucking into you.

Your legs dangled in the air on his shoulders, tongue lolling out when you felt his sticky balls slap onto your pussy lips.

“Take it, take it, take it, take it—Fuck!” Shidou shouted when he felt your walls clamp down on him as you let out a strained moan below him.

He couldn’t be bothered to slow down even for your sake—the only thing that goes through his mind while fucking you is simple; to ruin you completely.

i wrote this with my vagina leave me alone *crying*

[11rosebunny]

i lied bro why are my managers giving me 8 hour shifts back to back

[11rosebunny]

FUCK THEM EXAMS THEYRE SCARED OF ME #GRADUATED 😭😭😭

forgive me for going inactive for like 4 days, i was busy caught up studying, i’m now checking requests and will try to get them done for you guys!! 😋😋

[11rosebunny]

Snuffy and spanking oughh 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 wonder what would set off a patient man like him to warrant punishment– (req if you wanna write that!) also I just found your page and your writing is phenomenal thank you so much

ahhh thank you so much i’m glad you like my work!!! here is your finished request—love you anon! >_<

[11rosebunny]

BEHAVE | Marc Snuffy x Fem!Reader

summary… when being offered to go on a live interview, you accepted the contract with snuffy being supportive. however, when he watches the live stream—he witnesses you grow an attitude and makes you learn a lesson

warnings… smut, spanking, faux sympathy, a bit of a mean!snuffy, degrading (only once), restrained arms (reader has arms tied) comfort at end

word count… 1.4k

a/n… so glad you like the hc of snuffy being into spanking haha. i was a bit worried if some weren’t to like the topic with him even though i felt that it fit his character. anyways, thank you for the request anon!

It was a small argument when it first happened. The drive home from the studio where it aired you being interviewed as Snuffy’s wife was scheduled to be during the same time he had a playful match against France. Initially, the two of you were planning to go together but ultimately decided it was best Marc would go to play his match which ended up with you two parting ways.

It’s rare for you to receive emails of being offered to be aired on a T.V channel. Thousands of people were finally going to meet the famous players wife on live and answer some personal questions to get the viewers intrigued. Despite the fact Snuffy couldn’t be there physically, he promised you to watch your interview after his game. Fortunately, it was also about the same time the show would be live.

Currently, Snuffy sat in the men’s locker room, drying off from his shower with his phone in hand. His naked body was still dripping with water, not caring about the cold air that hit his torso. He at least threw on a clean pair of boxers for decency to shield his lower half before quickly clicking on the live show.

After the series of commercial breaks, the interview finally started, with you sitting on a sofa and presumably, the person who was interviewing you was a male around your age.

Odd, Snuffy had never seen him before.

He knew there were thousands of interviewers around the world. He’s even gotten offers overseas where shows would pay for his full flight and hotel room just to see the famous football player at their studio. He’s done it before as well. Being in plenty of interviewers before, Snuffy honestly thought the person he would see beside you on live would be someone he was familiar with. But it wasn’t.

He brought the face towel that was hanging on his shoulder to the top of his head to dry the little water droplets that were falling down his nose. His eyes never once left the screen even while trying to care for himself, only eager to see how your interview will go. It started off normal, just a brief introduction of the show’s studio and who their special guest was on the new episode. There was even a live crowd, though Marc knew they were most likely paid actors to follow the simple of instructions to; clap, laugh, and awe.

And before he knew it, the show started and ended quickly with him absolutely irritated.

His fingers held the stirring wheel tighter than usual. His elbow propped up on the open window shield where the back of his hand covered his mouth from saying any more. The ring on his hand that was driving the car shined through the rear view mirror as he flickered his eyes to the object to scan your figure. You were upset too, looking out on your side of the car’s window and legs scrunched away from him. Snuffy blinked away furrowing his brows.

“You know what you did was wrong,” His voice boomed after the only sounds that were heard throughout the car ride was shouting just seconds ago. Your eyes remained glued to the moving images of the scenery before you. Night sky starry and roads practically empty with a car passing by every now and then.

“…”

“Well you could have at least shown up, Marc.”

Ouch.

The blonde man let out an exasperated exhale, already fed up with the excessive amount of arguing you two just had moments before.

“That still doesn’t excuse you to call your husband dead beat, am I right?”

“You can’t be serious right now…!” You finally snapped your head at his figure. He continued to stare at the gloomy road as you stared back at him in disbelief.

“It was a stupid joke! The crowd was laughing and the person interviewing me even—“

“Hah!” He suddenly laughed taking you by surprise. “Yeah? You had a joyful time with him alright.”

You went quiet. Your eyes were wide and filled with beyond belief. Your husband looked away from the road for a split second, almost praying to calm himself down.

“…What is wrong with you?” Your voice barely came out in a whisper

Snuffy turned his face to yours, “What’s wrong with me?” He repeated with a hiding smile.

He slowly took his eyes off you, tracing the canine of his teeth with his tongue while still smiling. Once his eyes were back on the roach, he then placed his other hand on the wheel. You continued to eye him uttered by his behaviour.

“I’ll tell you when we get home,” His hands gripped the stirring wheel for dear life.

He was still heated with rage, though he kept a neutral atmosphere for the rest of the car ride home. He still continued to open the car door for you, take your bags inside, unlock the house and set aside his and your belongings in your shared bedroom. The blonde-haired male did not speak even when getting ready for bed together, however. All had changed when the both of you were finally atop your bedsheets, with you yelping loudly beneath him.

“Mm,” He hummed soothing the flesh of your ass with his right palm, the other held softly on the back of your other thigh soothingly. Snuffy’s eyes were glued on the way you began to soak through your pretty underwear, each time growing wetter and wetter whenever you received a harsh strike on your ass.

“Had enough?” He questioned taking in every detail of the way your flesh grew hotter and hotter when his rough hand came down on your skin.

Your arms were tied behind your back with the help of his belt, your lower half hanging high in the air waiting to be soothed with any remorse Snuffy still had in him.

Perhaps it was still partially your fault for poking fun at your husband during the interview, starting the argument of him not showing up and worst of all—acting a bit too friendly with the male interviewer. But you didn’t know, it was still your first time being aired on live.

He almost chuckled at the way you wiggled your butt in front of him, your cries muffled due to your head being shoved into the mattress.

“M’ sorry, Marc. So sorry,” You pleaded with small tears fuzzying your eyesight.

However, it still wasn’t enough.

Another rough smack was delivered to your bottom half, your body jolting from surprise as you cried out a moan of his name. His calloused palm came down like a canon, thick fingers making sure to imprint his hand on your skin.

“Please!” You shrieked with tears now falling.

The man above you laughed at your helplessness, tutting his lips when your body came back down. His body was painfully hard watching your dishevelled figure beneath him, he had to force himself from pressing up against you and pushed away the thoughts to pull down your soaked underwear.

Snuffy let out a pleased sigh at the sight of your dripping pussy. He could see a string of heat coming from your sex all the way to the fabric that you once wore

“Even though you cry like a bitch you seem to be turned on,” He cooed coming down to your ear.

“My my, such a dirty wife I have hm?”

Before you could even react, he moved back quickly as his hand once again came down to bring you a slap on your ass. You could barely keep track of how many times he spanked you, only that your insides stirred each time at the contact. At that moment, a series of fluids leaked from your pussy which he smiled at in fulfillment.

“Please isn’t the word amore,” He murmured now rubbing the flesh of your lower half as if he’s sorry. “You know better honey.”

You could barely keep up with the way his voice echoed in your ears. Your head filled with nothing but your husband giving you your well deserved punishment.

“…I’m sorry. Please,” You breathed out shaking with arousal. “…Please forgive, me…”

The male smiled devilishly before spanking your ass one last time and gripping it hard before you could cry out loud.

“That’s my good girl,” He whispered in your ear, slowly pulling his boxers down.

Although you did misbehave, he knew that you would learn your lesson each and every time.

please do not copy, steal, or translate my work, thank you!!

[11rosebunny]

oh snufffy the man you are aughhhh HES SO GORGEOUS I CANT

[11rosebunny]

hey! the anon who asks for the Lorenzo jealous fic, just want to say that I love it 💞💞💞 thank you! you're an amazing writer 💫

YOURE WELCOMEEE THANK U SMM QUEEN/KING 😭😭😭❤️

[11rosebunny]

ABOUT ME !!

my name is rose!

i am of age i promise, i just don’t like sharing my age on the internet haha

currently in the bllk, haikyuu, and knb fandom!

if you came to see if you can make requests, yes you can! i am accepting them as of now (june 2025 - present)

i will write for:

bllk: don lorenzo, snuffy, barou, noel noa, lavinho, oliver aiku, shidou, hiori + ask in req if not on this list

haikyuu: literally anyone

knb: GoM

if you wanna know more about me just ask in my inbox :3

[11rosebunny]

I’ve always wanted to ask what HCs you have for Lorenzo and/ or Snuffy. Like in terms of body and kinks, those things

hi anon! i just posted your req of this over here, thank you so much for the inbox question!! :3

[11rosebunny]

KINKS?! | Don, Snuffy x Fem!Reader

summary… don lorenzo & marc snuffy kinks

warnings… smut, p in v, fetishes (lorenzo), veryyy explicit

a/n… never really thought deep into their kinks up until this request haha, but thank you for suggesting me this idea—love you anon!

DON LORENZO

• Lorenzo has a great liking towards girls with cute smiles, resulting in him ultimately having a mouth fetish. He really could not care less if it was off putting for others finding out about it.

• Plump lips, the smooth bone of teeth, saliva, it gets him going like no other.

• The idea of biting/marking absolutely gets him off. Either with intention or not, it gets his mind thinking with his dick.

• Loves overstimulation. Whether it is by fingering or fucking you, thrives off of the feeling. Oddly enough, he only does overstimulation to see you lose your mind, even if he could feel his body giving up on him—he simply does it just for you to be dumb fucked.

• He has tried to do roleplaying and did successfully do so, however he sometimes likes to be immature about it just for the fun of it.

• Mind breaking/corruption…

• Consistently uses saliva as a lubricant. He doesn’t like the actual feeling of lube. He thinks because its artificial it’s gross and hates the cold feeling on his skin when you first put it on.

• Very inappropriate but sometimes imagines the “stuck in a wall” troupe. Though it doesn’t have to be a wall. Can either be washing machine, table, couch, or door. He’s aware of how cliché it is so he wouldn’t mind just roleplaying it with you.

• Fucking while he’s on a call. He plays it off extremely well, replying to the other person with ease. The reason why he likes it because he enjoys the way you’re eyes light up in fear of getting caught and the way you try restraining your moans from being heard.

• Likes it when you swallow his cum.

• Squirting. He loses his mind every time you make a mess. Does not care if it gets all over the bedsheets, floor, or his face. He lives for the moment you lose control and scream into pure abyss.

• Dacryphilia. On some occasions, he fucks you to the point of tears on purpose. It drives him insane when you cry. Seeing your puffy face, swollen lips, and red eyes gets him rock hard.

• Cute panties. Adores all the little designs on your underwear, whether it be the lace, tiny bows, or the colour of them. Sometimes it’s not in a sexual way either, he just likes to see what type of undies you have on and give you a little compliment if he likes them.

“Got yourself some cute panties today dah?”

MARC SNUFFY

• Rough & slow fucking. Can never get enough of the feeling of a good old slow paced fuck. He likes to savour his time in order to feel every inch of your insides.

• Mating press position. It’s old and simple but yet takes him to a whole other planet. He still had plenty of strength in him from football, because of this he knows for a fact that his strength drives you insane.

• Restraining your hands behind your back. Completely loses his mind at the thought of you being helpless under him. Nothing you can do other than to just let it happen.

• Office chair sex. Whenever he finds himself working late at night, he adores you riding him on his office chair as he lazily bounces his hips up to fuck you. Leans his head on the knuckles of his hand while the other lays on your naked thigh.

• Loves praising. He honestly just does it to see you go flustered, sometimes switching to his native tongue knowing it makes you even more red.

• Fucking in uniform. He doesn’t care if you just got home from work still in your uniform, in fact it turns him on even more. The way you’re disheveled from your shift and clothes just wanting to slip off, don’t worry. He can do it for you.

Bonus points if you’re a nurse or business major.

• Sexy perfume. Wear one on a date night and you won’t even make it past the door.

• Pussy spanking. The times he does this is to catch you off guard. If he notices you mind fluttering away during your moments of intimacy, he gives you a small slap.

• Spanking. On days where you misbehave or upset him, you will end up bent over his thighs as his hand repeatedly comes down to land a harsh smack on your ass.

• Using his nose to tease your clit. He honestly developed this on accident. Once he brushed his nose on your pussy while eating you out, he immediately caught on with the way your moan hitched higher. After that, he continues to use it to torment you.

“My, you seem to be enjoying yourself amore?”

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