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WILLOW BBY!!!!! How are you?? I hope you're doing great! I saw your request are open when I check in this app after a while and I sprinted to the inbox for a request because your writings are awesome 😼 I'll be catching up with your recent works after this 🥰 I'm so excited haa I'm feeling a bit horny spicy for clingy and needy Kiyoomi, he's such a hottie, please do anything with this info ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)🙏 Istg I'm gonna jump around the house when they animated timeskip 😩 PLEASE PLEAAASE AND THANK YOUUU STAY HEALTHY BABE 😽

lazy mornings II

Part I - Part II

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

- NSFW (minors dni)

a/n: hiiii anon!!! I loved this request because I love me some clingy spicy Kiyoomi. 👀 I hope you're still in the mood for some horny hottie boy , so here it is! As I said in Part I, I actually had two very similar requests, and so I decided to make a Part I and a Part II, because we never have enough Kiyoomi. ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WORDS BABE I'M SO GLAD 🥺🥺 AND I'LL JUMP AROUND WITH YOU WHEN THEY ANIMATE THE TIME SKIP. STAY HEALTHY AND SAFE YOURSELF ❤✨

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

It will never stop surprising you how good Sakusa is at eating you out.

It's not that you ever doubted his skills in bed, really. But with his aversion to germs and his intense cleaning habits, it never really occurred to you that he would be so much into making you come on his mouth— while being so good at it too.

You can feel every trace of his tongue. He's gentle at first, and only at first, his eyes darting up to see your every reaction, as he sweetly laps at your folds.

When you try to move, his hands take a hold of your ass and keep you pinned in place "Don't move"

"Omi..." you whisper, not even knowing what you want to say, lost in the black of his eyes and the morning light that shines over his curls.

He bites the inside of your thigh, making you yelp "Stay still for me"

You try to, but it's hard when his tongue penetrates you all of the sudden. Sakusa's eyes flutter close and he groans, tasting you, enjoying the way you feel on his mouth, and he looks so beautiful like that, that you would cry if you weren't so lost in pleasure.

"I want to have my face between your legs all day" he confesses, sucking and nipping "I want to be with you all day. I only want you. I need you"

You moan,— a broken, deep sound that makes him lift your legs a bit higher, trembling thighs hosted in the air, and Sakusa's ministrations soon become rough with desperation. You can feel his mouth pressing on you, his kisses becoming more demanding as your voice gets louder. His tongue darts out only to lap faster, and you get wetter by the second, your juices dripping on the sheets.

Sakusa moans, and his hips move against the bed, searching for some sort of friction. Anything that can help him chase his own pleasure "You're making a mess...— you're making a mess of my face"

You close your eyes and lean your head back in abandon, your mind a hazy mess of incoherent thoughts that don't matter.

Nothing matters, but your fiance between your legs.

In your total state of abandon, you raise your hand to look at your ring, your mouth half open in a silent plead.

Sakusa's tongue stops, one of his long fingers caressing your soaked slit. The glint in his eyes is borderline feral "Put that hand here" he tells you, bumping his nose against your swollen clit.

You whine "Omi..."

"I want you to rub yourself with the finger you have your ring on" he keeps talking, voice rough "I want to see you cum like that. For me"

His rhythm picks up when you comply, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip. He slides one of his own fingers inside you, then another one, and soon you're fucking yourself on his hand, as he looks, hypnotized, at the way you touch yourself— the diamond catching the morning light with your every movement.

"Omi... I'm going to cum" you announce, and he lifts your hips completely off the bed to quickly latch his mouth to your opening, slurping gridily— drool and your juices dripping down his chin.

You scream as you cum, white bursting behind your eyes, your whole body trembling like a leaf, and Sakusa groans and murmurs something against your hot flesh that you can't hear, because the thundering sound of your own heart drowns everything around you.

He soons moves to hover over you, not wasting time in sliding inside, his big cock stretching you smoothly "Kiss me" he pleads against your open mouth "Please"

You do, swallowing his delightful moans as he rams into you with quick, short movements, chasing his own realize. His head falls on your shoulder, and you lean your face against his messy curls, your legs clinging to his waist as you let him have your way with you, the feel of his hips moving with yours making you slowly but surely close to another weak release.

"Inside" you ask him, and he opens his eyes to stare at you, pupils blown wide "Please, inside"

"Yes... please..." he whispers, moaning loudly, and finally spilling himself inside of you at the same time you reach your second climax, your hips moving in tandem with his own.

He doesn't moves after, not for a long time, and when you finally start to think clearly again, you wonder if he's not bothered at all by the sweat that covers both of you, and the mess on the sheets below you.

You realize that he is, as soon as he slowly starts to get out of bed, dragging you with him. You chuckle between his arms, tracing circles over his chest.

"Where are we going?" you ask, voice hoarse, and he hums and brings you even closer.

"To the bathroom. I'm going to clean you up"

"Oh?"

He looks down, a lazy smile on his lips "You're dirty. And you made a mess of me"

"You love it" you argue, when he settles you down on the toilet to turn on the water and start filling the tub.

"Only because it's you"

You tilt your head to the side, admiring the muscles of his back. You're sure you have some bath salts on your closet "Omi?"

"Yes?"

"Want me to make a mess of you here on the bath too?"

You don't do anything else for the rest of the day.

[bidisaster1307]

a day in the life of miya atsumu—(featuring you, his wonderful lover)

other parts: sakusa | osamu

6:45 AM:

“Baby, hey—hey, baby. Y/n? Y/n, are ya—holy shit,” Atsumu gasps, hand clutching his heart startled when you move to bite his prodding finger suddenly.

“Will you shut up and let me sleep? Go get up quietly,” you hiss, making him furrow his eyebrows and stare you incredulously.

“Yer on top o’ me! Don’t yell at me.” You look down to see that you are indeed laying on a warm chest.

“Five more minutes.”

“I don’t have five more minutes.”

“How about ten?”

“No, why would I have—I just said I don’t have five,” he says exasperatedly. Your head finds the crook of his neck.

“You didn’t say anything about ten.”

“Yer impossible.” Despite his words, Atsumu settles back in bed, limbs tangling with yours as he rubs your back gently, kissing your forehead while you drift off with a smile on his face.

7:18 AM:

“If ya keep rollin’ on top o’ me every mornin’ so I can’t leave, ‘m gonna start sleepin’ in the guest room,” Atsumu huffs, rushing to finish his breakfast.

“That’ll be very cold for you.”

“And why’s that?” he asks in a mouth full.

“You kick the blanket off fifteen minutes into sleeping. Who’s gonna keep you warm or cover you up again?” He pretends to ponder your words for a moment.

“‘S a bit of a predicament.” You smile.

“It is.”

“Guess I’ll have ta be the one who lays on top o’ ya instead.” Atsumu reaches to your plate with his chopsticks, stealing the last bite. He snickers when you smack his shoulder.

“I’ll wake up dead. You’re heavy.”

“We’ll, at least that’s one less person ta nag me—I’m kiddin’! Don’t push—hey! Look, ya made me spill ma water.” He chuckles when he notices you stare at his muscled chest through the wet shirt.

7:38 AM:

“Tsum, you should really go now,” you whisper.

“Yeah, ‘m goin’.”

“You said that three times already.”

“Why’re ya in a rush ta get me out the door?” Giggling, you reach up, cupping his cheeks and pressing kisses to his the apples of them, purposely skipping his lips.

“Drive safe. Don’t curse people out the whole time, okay?”

“If ya don’t kiss ma mouth, it’ll curse more than usual.”

“Guess I should give you a few extra kisses then,” you giggle. Atsumu smirks, arms snaking around your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer.

“Guess ya should.” He wastes a few more minutes getting his kisses, but maybe the sweetness on his lips will last a bit longer that way.

8:05 AM:

“Miya, quit taking my parking spot,” Sakusa grumbles, lifting his weight as he glares daggers at the blonde.

“Doesn’t have yer name on it, Omi.”

“Neither does y/n, does that mean that we can all have y/n,” Adriah calls from across the room, making the other team members snicker as Atsumu’s face curls in distaste.

“Yer all ugly. Y/n doesn’t want any of ya.”

“Maybe y/n wants someone less childish,” his captain adds, pushing his buttons further.

“Y/n’s not into old people,” he spits, lips curled in a pout. He lifts the weight in his hand up, eyes narrowed as he looks around.

“No, y/n’s into real men. Not children.”

“‘M not a child!”

“You’re a lil kiddo, Tsumie,” Oriver calls out, making everyone burst into another round of chuckles. Atsumu only lifts his weight more aggressively, not comforted when Hinata calls out I think you’re manly, Atsumu!, a scowl painted over his face as he huffs to himself about how he’ll prove them wrong on their lunch break.

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YEEESSSSS I NEED MOREEEEE

If You Can Hold On Part 3

Part one and two

Pairing: Poly!AsaDaiSuga x gender neutral!reader Or is it?

Notes: PAIN

Warnings: Swearing, arguments, stranger hitting on the reader but they’re chill w/ it

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𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

REPOSTED CAUSE IT GOT FL4GGED WELP

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

summary: going to your friend’s daycare center on his time off awoke something in him.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. breeding kink, lactation kink, mommy kink (he calls you mommy but not in the femdom way), multiple orgasms, slight oral fixation, overstimulation, dumbification, praise, degradation (‘dumb baby’), motorboating, squirting, fingering, creampie (lots of cum like a lot), cumplay, mating press (this is so messy bc tsum likes it like that omg sorry)

word count: 3.4k

author's note: for @mindninjax domestic daydream collab! thanks for letting me join! (let me know if i missed any warnings) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

° thank you to @kurinoot for beta reading!

[3:34 PM]

the thought of having kids never really graced atsumu’s mind, not until he saw the little chubby toddler giggle in your arms.

“c’mon, tsum! it’ll be fun! my friend’s hoard of kids are the cutest and nicest bunch you’ll ever meet!”

cutest bunch? atsumu will not argue with that, but nicest? that’s definitely debatable. the only reason why he was able to escape from their chaos was because he was basically a giant to them.

no seriously, just as he was taking his shoes off by the door, hand-in-hand with you, all the kids stared up at him with awe. little ooh’s and ahh’s filled the room as they looked up at your muscular and tall husband.

you giggled at their reactions—both the kids’ and atsumu’s—before cooing at the children and playing with them, loud laughter and excited shrieks filling the pastel yellow room littered with paintings of animals.

atsumu will hand it down to you. visiting kids on his time off was never on his mind, but he admits that their radiant smiles definitely took a weight off his shoulders.

he was in his own corner, playing with the other kids, but he always kept a watchful eye on you. the longer he watched you excitedly playing with the little scrubs, the faster the stirring in his belly grew.

the stirring that atsumu has been feeling ever since the both of you arrived finally has a name—he wants to put his baby in you.

“hng—it’s embarrassing tsumu!”

you squeal loudly, cheeks burning with how mortified you are, but what do you expect?

atsumu’s a grown man with a heart and mind of a teenage boy, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you when his large hands then cup the soft skin and flesh of your chest as he buries his pretty face between the valley of your tits.

he shamelessly presses your breasts to his cheeks before promptly shaking his head from side to side. it’s absolutely embarrassing, and you’ve been trying to push his face away for the past five minutes.

but he just can’t get enough. his mind has been set ever since he hauled your ass out of the daycare. the minute the both of you entered your house, you were a flurry of rustled clothes and tangled limbs, lips locked in a messy and passionate kiss as atsumu stumbled up the stairs with you in tow.

you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t know what this was about or where the sudden need for him to devour you came from, because you know exactly what’s on his mind.

it’s a conversation meant to be had over a cup of coffee, with maybe a shot of something stronger in the cup, but with the way atsumu made you cum two times prior—maybe it isn’t so bad to let him have his way this time?

your husband has always been addicted to you and your body, practically insatiable, even. but this time’s different.

this time, he has a definite goal.

“i‘m gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart.”

he states seriously, as if the both of you are discussing a serious legal matter. he doesn’t give you any time to protest because he smothers his face in your tits again, blowing raspberries into your skin.

he would have definitely killed the mood if it weren’t for his talented mouth latching on to your nipple. atsumu rips a pleased whine from your throat as your fingers tangle in his messy blonde hair.

his free hand palms your other breast, skilled setter fingers tweaking and twisting the sensitive peak. god, he wants to ruin you. he releases your nipple with a loud pop and a satisfied groan, before his greedy mouth envelops the other one and gives it the same treatment.

you feel so hot, but you only have atsumu to blame. his large body is draped over you and he feels like a furnace. waves of warmth transfer from his body to yours, making your body slick with sweat.

the whole ordeal feels so juvenile, like you’re both young college students who have just started experimenting with each other’s bodies, but seeing the way atsumu is enjoying himself, you can’t help but feel so turned on by him and his actions.

the hard planes and dips of his body makes you feel protected and feminine. he’s just so warm. your free hand reaches out between the miniscule space between your bodies, your palm rubbing his shining and chiseled torso.

atsumu interrupts your appraisal of him when he sucks your nipple harder into his mouth, clearly enjoying the feeling of you touching him when his teeth gently nip on the nipple he’s sucking on.

you moan softly when you feel his stiff cock rubbing against your thigh, humping you like it’s his first time with a woman. little groans and whines fall from his lips, and you’re sure that it’s because of the slight relief he feels—based on the pre-cum that’s staining your thigh, but no.

atsumu’s eyes are tightly shut, his mind vividly giving him images of your sore and aching breasts leaking with milk. he never thought that he’d be into it but fuck, every scene that his brain conjures quickly becomes his fantasy as long as you’re the star of it.

“gonna make you mommy, would ya like that?”

he rasps in your ear, fingers stealthily playing with your slick folds. you yelp, jerking towards his body at the prodding and swirling of his fingers, pussy clenching around nothing as your body remembers the previous orgasms he gave you.

atsumu’s so sweaty, his blonde hair is sticking up in all directions but he’s never looked so attractive to you. his angular face is flushed with a pink color, lips swollen and rosy.

his caramel eyes open, wide and burning with unconcealed desire. his defined abs glisten with a thin sheen of sweat—yeah there’s no way you wouldn’t let him be all over you.

he looks like a god, your god.

“tsumu, please,” you beg, and you feel his cock jump at the whiny plea in your voice. your nails claw against his broad shoulders, leaving red streaks as you whine for him to stop teasing you. you need him, need his cock inside of you.

atsumu gives one last hard suck to your nipple before lifting his head, lazily smiling at you when he sees the needy expression on your face.

you sniffle as you whimper, eyes teary and wide because you’re aching all over—your tits, pussy, basically anywhere atsumu has touched you. you don’t really care that you’re whining like a dumb baby because the only thing on your mind is that you desperately need your husband’s cock pounding into you.

“shh, don’t cry. just gotta get you as wet as possible, s’all. fuckin’ love it when you’re drippin’ for me,” he coos, making you moan loudly when his thick fingers slip inside of you with no friction whatsoever.

his pupils are blown wide, rosy lips parted as he watches your messy cunt take his fingers, drenching his hand while the other one presses down on your abdomen.

he smirks devilishly when you wail, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as he increases the pressure and speed of his fingers. it’s too early, he guesses, but he can’t help it—he loves it when you’re all dumb and whining for him.

you’re already so wet. you feel like a puddle has formed on the sheets below your ass, and the fact that his fingers are drilling into like nobody’s business isn’t helping. he already pulled two orgasms out of you and he still thinks you’re not wet enough?

“a-atsumu! g-gonna cum!” you scream as both of your hands reach for his wrist, practically anchoring yourself on his arm when you feel the tell-tale sign of the coil in your lower stomach tightening, preparing yourself to cum all over atsumu’s fingers.

“fuck, atsumu! so good,” you cry out, biting your lower lip so hard that the skin almost breaks. the loud squelching noises from your cunt spurs atsumu on and when he curls his fingers towards your sweet spot, he can’t help but marvel at the way your bent legs shake from the pleasure, cheeks flushed and eyes fluttering as you ramble incoherently.

“you’re so damn beautiful when you cum, baby.” atsumu praises you with a groan, pulling out his dripping fingers from your cunt. you watch with blurry eyes as he puts them in his mouth, moaning at the taste of your essence flooding his tongue.

you should be used to atsumu’s shamelessness by now, but he never ceases to surprise you. he catches you by surprise when he slips his spit-soaked fingers into your parted lips, humming as he urges you to suck them. this beast of a man, you swear in your head.

he chuckles, smirking boyishly when you copy his movements from before. his cock throbs at the lust in your eyes, promptly pulling his fingers, making you whine at the loss.

atsumu coos at you again as he expertly maneuvers himself, his large body now hovering over you as he nudges your legs open, revealing your dripping pussy to him. he braces himself with one hand beside your body while the other guides his cock to your sex.

“gonna put it in now, okay?”

it’s probably the last thing you hear clearly because a familiar ringing fills your ears. even after having sex with your husband regularly, daily—if you are to be specific, his cock still stretches your little cunt as if it’s your first time taking him.

he’s just so long and thick, it doesn’t even help that the veins on his cock drag inside your walls deliciously, leaving you a whiny and teary mess. atsumu never fails to make you go crazy and beg for him.

“shit, you feel s’tight, my god,” atsumu gasps, his breathing coming out in short and quick pants when he bottoms out. he reaches for your legs and wraps them around his lithe waist before leaning over you.

your heaving breasts are squished against his chest as he kisses you sloppily, moaning and whining in between the clicks of your tangled tongues.

“i stretch your cunt every day and you’re still suffocating my cock, sweetheart,” atsumu grunts as he jerks his hips, trying to sink even deeper into your pussy. the way your tight walls squeeze his cock makes him dizzy and the muscles in his back tense as your sharp cries and mewls fill the air.

shit, he swears he can just cum from your pussy clenching around him—but he's a man on a mission. it's not enough that he fills you with his cum, he wants your mind to be filled with just him. he’s greedy like that, after all.

“i-i love it every time you’re inside of me, tsumu, feel so full.”

you whine, body jolting with every heavy thrust he makes. it starts calculated, with atsumu never failing to get into his rhythm but he quickly loses it as well, even faster now that he’s fucking you with a definite purpose.

he’s definitely as drunk you are, rutting into you as the bed shakes and the headboard thumps against the wall. his guttural moans vibrate against your ear as he blabbers his inner thoughts with his raspy voice.

“you’d look so pretty, swollen and round with my kid. your tits would be heavy and aching too,” he whines, sucking your nipple into his mouth while thrusting in and out of you. “can’t wait to taste your milk, baby.”

your cheeks flame at his admission, eyes fluttering as his cock stretches you. atsumu finds your hands and holds them, pinning them on either side of your head.

your tits bounce and jostle with his rough movements but his mouth will always find a way to suckle your nipples—it’s practically one of his skills at this point.

“yes, ‘tsumu, please. fill me up with your cum!” you cry, your ankles locking together as your heels dig into his ass, but it's not necessary anyway, because the only place atsumu’s going to cum is inside your cunt, and he won’t waste a drop of it.

his balls slap against your ass and he untangles his hands from yours so he can press down on your stomach and draw tight circles on your clit, making you scream and fist the pillow by your head.

your lower half is pulsing in anticipation, back arching from the pleasure of atsumu’s cock curving against your sweet spot. you’re close, he can tell, he can see. the way your eyes go blank, mouth forming into a perfect ‘o’ as loud moans fall from your lips.

“yeah, s’okay sweetheart, i’m gonna fill you up—fuck!” atsumu moans, thrusting so deep that he teases the entrance to your cervix. his entire body tenses and stiffens, before he cums with a whine of your name.

he gasps as his body shudders, abs tightening when his cock shoots out his load into your creamy pussy. his bangs fall over his eyes as his hips jerk with small thrusts, making sure that you’re milking all of him.

his cum is so hot and thick and heavy. you can’t stop the high pitched whines escaping from you, how can you? your insides feel so warm and full.

atsumu looks down to see your pussy overflowing with your combined juices, groaning when your cunt clenches and flutters around him, leaving a white ring on the base of his cock.

he sighs contentedly, but you know he’s not done yet, because he’s still hard and pulsing inside of you. your husband’s stamina is a force to be reckoned with.

atsumu straightens his sweaty body as he clicks his tongue in disapproval at the cum that’s spilling out of you. his fingers play with the thick and viscous puddle of white where the two of you are connected, and the next thing he says makes your heart race even faster.

“hmm, not enough, still gotta fill you up more.”

he stops playing with you, in favor of hooking his hands behind your knees. he pushes your thighs towards your chest and snickers when he hears you squeak in protest, your face scrunching up in a wince when you feel the stretch in your legs from being folded in half.

atsumu slips his head in the small space between your raised legs, and kisses you with all the fervor and passion he holds. your breath catches when his chest squishes your thighs further, feeling the hot and throbbing cock hovering over your leaking cunt.

he moans unabashedly as he drives into you again, his jaw clenching as he grits his teeth. his cock is so sensitive that it hurts—but he’s a masochist and he loves the way you whimper and tighten around him.

your calves rest on his broad shoulders as you fist the sheets next to your hips. broken whines fill atsumu’s ears and he pulses even more, cock twitching inside you.

he still has a lot of cum to give and he’ll empty himself inside your pussy before he even thinks of falling flat on the bed. his eyes are glossy with unshed tears from the onslaught of pleasure but compared to yours, he’s basically a stream and you’re a waterfall.

your face is slick with sweat and tears. it’s so messy but so fucking hot at the same time and the tension in your thighs is nothing but a delicious pain as atsumu presses into you.

your body jolts with every thrust, your ankles dangling over his scratched shoulders as he brutally pounds your pussy. the loud squelching of your mixed juices, combined with the slapping of sweaty skin makes the sex so feverish and dirty.

“gonna make sure you’re so full of my cum, alright? i got you, don’t worry,” atsumu babbles as his large hands fist the pillow your head is resting on. he nibbles on your lower lip, moaning when he feels you clench around his cock.

“that’s a good girl, c’mon milk my cock—fuck yes,” he hisses, pelvis smacking against the back of your thighs as you practically suck him in. your hips buck against his with whatever little space you have, wailing when the curve of his cock hits the spongy spot inside your cunt.

“yeah baby, take my cock, take my cock.”

you’d be embarrassed at his volume if you weren’t so busy getting pounded into the mattress and it’s clearly obvious that your husband doesn't care if the neighbors hear him, and why would he? he’s fucking the best pussy of his life.

“wanna give you a baby tsumu! cum inside of me please!” you whine, tears cascading down your cheeks as your pussy throbs, juices leaking out of you and creating a huge mess of cum and slick between your bodies.

“yes, tsumu! right there!”

atsumu’s eyes roll to the back of his head at your high pitched cry. his thrusts have no rhythm to them anymore, just sloppy and heavy smacks of his hips, growls and whines coming from deep within his chest.

there’s a tight and fragile spring in your lower abdomen, and the pressure of his weight on top of you, your thighs squished against your tummy—everything—renders you mindless.

nothing but broken cries of his name and profanities come out of your mouth, a symphony of pleasure that’s starting to become too much for you. one particularly powerful thrust from atsumu makes you keen, arching your back towards him and the spring just snaps.

you moan long and hard, head buried deep in the pillow as your legs stiffen for a few moments, before they tremble and your toes end up curling so hard that it’s starting to cramp.

clear liquid shoots out of your pussy in short spurts, drenching your thighs and his abs as your eyes flutter from what is probably the most earth-shattering orgasm atsumu has ever given you.

“holy shit, you squirted all over me, pretty girl. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.

atsumu stares at you in shock and wonder, stopping for only a second before he fucks you with all the force he has, sloppily kissing your messy mouth before his muscles become taut with tension, moaning your name against your lips.

he fills you with his hot and heavy cum once more, his breath coming out in choked gasps as he shudders from his orgasm. your ruined pussy is definitely sucking him in and he curses at how it hurts so damn good.

“pretty little cunt takin’ all my cum,” he moans brokenly, lifting his body off of yours with his trembling arms so he can stare at the hot and sticky mess that’s connecting the both of you.

you blacked out for a bit there and saw stars. rivulets of your combined juices travel down the crevice of your ass, staining the sheets below you and forming a puddle.

you feel lightheaded and dizzy, chest heaving so hard as atsumu removes your legs from his shoulders, straightening them on either of him. you’re mumbling unintelligibly and atsumu mirrors you, hiccuping as he pulls out with a loud and wet pop that has him blushing profusely.

his eyebrows furrow, wincing at how his cock is rubbed raw but he wants more. he still has a few rounds left in him.

you sigh in contentment, eyes drooping as the exhaustion from your activity catches up to you. but you’re in for a rude awakening because atsumu unceremoniously flips you to your stomach.

he pushes your back into a deep arch and you whine brokenly, but words have since left you and your bones are practically jelly, too mindless to push him away.

he’s literally as fucked out as you are, his body trembling with the same intensity. but he’s not finished, far from it.

atsumu’s brown eyes are hazy and shiny, drool falling out of his lips as he looks down at the junction between your ass with a tired and semi-satisfied grin.

he eases your twitching by massaging your thighs to relieve the tension. he lines himself up to your battered and dripping pussy, thighs messy with trails of white smearing into your skin.

he leans over your back and his lips kiss the sweaty skin where your neck meets your shoulder, and a dopey smile stretches his lips when you moan and wiggle your ass. you want more too.

“we’re not done, sweetheart. gotta make sure you get pregnant after all.”

[6:55 PM]

tagging: pls omg sorry for the tags again but this baby got flagged so if u can give it some love again ehe .

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🍒 YOU THINK I CAN’T HANDLE ALL THIS?

Character ~ ProHero! Izuku Midoriya

Request ~ The way you write izuku is truly splendid, beautiful etc you deserve the best head out there 😩🍽 N E Waysss I was wondering if you could do a spicy 🥵 oneshot of a reader who has become a lil insecure of herself during intimacy since she has gained some weight, a lil chub don’t hurt, and Izuku, the daddy himself brrr🥶, caught her by noticing her weird behavior during dinner dates etc so his inner soft yet disciplinary dom comes out 😗✋

Cw ~ NSFW, Fluff, Smut, Fem! Y/n, Chubby!Y/n, SoftDisciplinaryDom! Izuku, Insecure! Y/n, Unprotected Sex, Mirror Sex, Established Relationship, Body Image Issues & Self Shaming, Hurt & Comfort, Unhealthy Eating Habits, Overstim?, Pet Names, Fingering, Deku is here to the rescue!, Praising, Rough Sex?

A/n ~ I definitely have body issues so it was nice to write some deku comfort, I hope you enjoyed this oneshot anon! And I hope everyone who reads things feels comforted Nd horny by it as well <3

“Could we maybe...keep the light off tonight?” You nervously equipped as you looked away when Midoriya gently pushed you down on your shared bed.

“Um, that’s no problem?” He answered slightly confused.

He wasn’t one to fight your wishes even though he slightly deflated at the thought of not being fully able to witness you clearly. He smoothly leaned off the bed before taking a quick jog over to the bedroom lights to fulfill your request.

Your chest slightly relaxed at the security of the darkness before you relinquished your body over to your thorough lover for the night.

If Midoriya noticed anything off about you the past few weeks he definitely didn’t make it known. Against your better judgment you truly thought you were doing a good job of hiding your growing insecurities.

You knew it was inevitable to stay one size for the entirety of your life but that didn’t stop your self loathing as the numbers on your scale went up. You couldn’t fight the welling of tears when you looked at your body fresh out of the shower. Izuku deserved the best and the place you were at wasn’t the best for him— atleast that was what you convinced yourself.

Despite Midoriya’s busy hero schedule he made sure to keep up the tradition of your biweekly date night. So as you struggled to find anything flattering enough to stuff yourself into you began to panic. Izuku was going to be home soon to pick you up yet you were still just in a towel frantically scavenging through all your clothing. Your hair wasn’t even done yet!

Mid freak out you vaguely heard the text tone from your cell phone and scurried over to check it.

[From Midoriya] - hey darling <3 I’m on the way home now! Cant wait to see my beautiful girl 💚

The message was truly heart warming, it really was but in that moment you couldn’t even bother to properly text back. You spotted a long sleeved black dress that you decided would have to do for the night, maybe adding a oversized jacket would help cover your less favored bits as well.

Just as Izuku rolled through the front door you finished the last flick of your mascara.

“You look amazing, angel,” He breathed into your neck as he wrapped you securely in his warm arms. You both gently swayed as he reminisced in your smell and presence for a bit.

You descreetly pulled his arms that were wrapped around your mid section to your shoulders instead hoping he wouldn’t notice your sneaky actions within the moment. You gave his freckled cheek a quick smooch before welcoming home.

Once finally satiated with his amount of “welcome home” snuggles you both began your trek to his car. Right before heading out the front door you strategically pulled out an oversized winter jacket from the shoe closet.

“Angel, won’t you get hot in all of that?” Izuku asked in slight worry, “ Its spring and you’re already wearing long sleeves.”

You quickly brushed away his concerns with the excuse of being cold and resumed to the car. He wasn’t completely satisfied with your explanation but again he decided to watch you throughout the night.

He wasn’t a fool, he knew you like the back of his hand. The sudden change in clothing, the change to making love in the dark, your puffy eyes out of the shower? He knew you were struggling with something but he wanted you to confide in him about it. He wanted you to rely on him so badly but as the weeks continued he quickly realized he couldn’t play the patient boyfriend anymore. He didn’t want to be that guy anymore, you were going to let him take care of you.

So as he watched you peck at your dinner despite the embarrassing rumble of your hunger he had finally had enough.

“Can we get the check, please?” He directed towards the server when they came back to the table.

You looked up perplexed at the sudden conclusion to your evening as Izuku pulled out his wallet. He eyed you tactfully as you gazed longingly at the untouched seared halibut on your plate.

“Can we please get a to-go box as well?” He added with a dejected sigh.

Against your inner wishes you went to decline his request but one pointed look from Izuku made your words evaporate in your mouth. Once your food was packed and paid for your man led you gently out of the establishment to the car. The drive was silent with a slight tension within the vehicle.

He was driving with a clenched jaw at your earlier actions while within his car. He had went to absentmindedly carress your soft thigh but you instinctively moved away in hopes of him not feeling the extra giggle it had gained over the weeks. Of course your evasion did not go unseen by him but he decided to just rest both hands on the steering wheel instead—causing slight fingerprint impressions on the wheel.

At this point he could already guess what the problem was. He was hurt— not necessarily from you pushing him away but moreso at the fact that you couldn’t see what he saw.

You both quickly reached your shared abode and again he led you out of the car as the gentleman he was. He strategically placed the leftovers on the counter before overly announcing his plan to shower. Right now he wanted you to eat, so hoping you would take his bait he left to clean himself. He made sure to take his time as well so you didn’t feel rushed— because you were going to need the energy for later that night.

You peeked around the corner to make sure he was occupied in the bathroom before snagging the left overs. It was embarrassing how quickly you swallowed the food and discarded its evidence. Once your starvation was finally cured the guilt sunk in like a vice.

You didn’t have enough to time properly wipe your tears before your felt the presence of a freshly washed and towel-clad Izuku massage your shoulders. You jumped at the slight contact but he instead pulled you back into his damp body.

“Angel, speak to me please,” he burrowed his head into your neck, the wet tips of his hair conjoining with the trailings on your cheek, “Y/n, tell me what’s wrong...I need to hear it”

You slightly nuzzled into his fluffy hair before relaying in a strained whisper, “Are you okay...with me?”

He turned you around to stare you directly into your eyes as he urged you to continue. He held both sides of your face like you were made of glass while you anxiously twiddled your thumbs.

“Recently... hm you know, I’ve gained a noticeable amount of weight..” you struggled to meet his eyes. “ And I don’t feel w-worthy to be with you.. like th-this” you gestured to yourself.

His thumb wiped away some of your stray tears before he placed a wet kiss on your forehead. Seeing you unsure and downtrodden of yourself was breaking his own heart. You were always the first thought on his mind no matter the situation but he couldn’t deny that the recent influx of crime had him slacking on being there for you.

“Can I show—,” he hesitated, “no, I will show you what you do to me”

He firmly kissed your lips before guiding you to the bedroom. The ferocity in which he pulled your ensemble off of you caused butterflies to swirl in your chest. Against your flailing arms that desperately tried to cover your exposed extremities he voice rung out through all the movement.

“Stop covering up what’s mine, angel,” he whispered, “… or else I’ll use the handcuffs”

The contrast of his sweet smile and his teasing words had your rubbing your plush thighs together.

“Th-then the light! Can you turn off—“

“Why would I?”

You gave a huff at his head tilt before slowly moving your arms from blocking the view of your body.

“Good girl, reveal your beautiful self for me”

You shyly rolled your eyes as his scarred hands roamed over your voluptuous body. You slung your forearm over your eyes at his blatant gawking.

“So beautiful,” he murmured to himself, “come on angel, stop hiding.”

He pants tightened when he brushed your arm away from your face. Your yearning expression as he cupped your bountiful physique was going to kill him.

How could you cry or even starve yourself? How could you doubt your position at his side? After all the years he pined for you affection and finally succeeded— you thought a little weight would send him away? If anything the extra chub had its own sexy charm that he wanted to play with.

“God, I just want to eat you all up,” he groaned as he sucked wet kisses from your neck down to your belly.

You softly scratched his scalp as you relaxed under his ministrations. His smooches gradually turned into bites on your plush skin that had you gasping.

“I-Izuku ahn, it feels good” you breathed.

He tantalizingly licked a long hot stripe from your bellybutton to between your breasts, sealing the trail with a hot kiss. Then another under your chin. A lastly another bite on your cheek.

“I love you so much, angel,” he nestled into your chest, “ but I’m gonna be a little mean, Okay?”

Your breath caught but you were able to give out a little ‘okay’ before he helped pull you off the bed. To your surprise he moved you both over by the standing mirror into the other side of the room.

“Just look forward, don’t take your eyes of that mirror no matter what,” He purred in you ear as he stood behind you.

Your face warmed as you watched your reflection in the mirror. It was so embarrassing with all your imperfections out on display but the feral look in Izuku’s eyes kept you from voicing any concerns.

“You don’t think you’re good enough for me?” He shoved your legs apart.

You shyly nodded as his grabby hands kneaded your inner thighs.

He cheekily slid a weathered hand up to pinch the pudge of your belly, “You think this is a problem for me?”

He tugged you back against him aggressively so you could feel just how excited he was. He rutted his erection against the plump of your ass and held your chin firmly.

“You think I can’t handle all this?” He chuckled against your cheek before angling you into a messy kiss. His hand that was still playing by your thigh abruptly swiped up to directly touch you between your legs.

You flinched cutely at his direct touch before rolling your hips with his movement.

“Yeah, you like that?” He whispered against your lips.

“Mmhm” you bit your lip as you gazed up at him.

He brushed your hair out of your face before turning your face back to the mirror.

“Come on, be good for me,”

Your back arched against him as his thick fingers circled around your clenching entrance. You were able to meet his eyes in the mirror as he cooed in your ear tenderly.

“You want my fingers, hm? …But I only finger my pretty girl, you’re still my pretty girl, right?”

His other hand that was preoccupied by your jaw now came down to circle around your clit.

“Y-yes… I’m still your pretty g-girl, please,” you breathily moaned.

He grinned at your admission and promptly plunged his ring and middle finger into you suddenly. Your mouth dropped into a silent “O” as he began curling into your g-spot salaciously.

You couldn’t deny that the image you saw in the mirror was setting your heart on fire. His rough hands expertly pulling everything out of you and your dazed expression was something straight out of a sexy home video. His heavy pants against your neck and your cries as other hand rubbed speedily on your clit—gosh you were already gonna cum.

“Ah b-baby, your... I’m, sh-shit~” you bit your lip desperately as his actions between your thighs became increasingly more aggressive.

Your legs were shaking pathetically while you held onto his fore arm for dear life. Your other hand snaked into his thick hair for some kind of grip. He hissed at your incessant pulling before adding a third finger into your already weeping cunt.

You tried to shut your legs against the intrusion but he easily conquered. It was so much at once, you couldn’t help but close your eyes at the onslaught of pleasure—

“What did I say?” Izuku grunted darkly

He used the hand that was stimulating your clit to wrap warningly around your throat. You eyes creaked back open as you worked hard to keep your sight focused on your reflection but then his fingers suddenly left you. You called out for him in a pleasured confusion—

“Izuk-NGH~!” you squeaked as he sheathed his dick fully into you without warning. You didn’t even realize when he pulled off his towel.

You begged for him to wait as you grasped onto his muscular thigh—he was going mess you up for good at this rate. Another snap of his hips and you’d be done in for.

“Get on your tippy toes, angel” He merely said.

Although slightly lost at his request you obediently lifted to the tips of your toes and arched your behind up for him. He wrapped a firm arm around your stomach before angling his hips sharply underneath. You weren’t sure what he was trying to do until he pulled out and gave you one hard thrust that sent you spiraling down a white heaven.

You almost fell to the ground as your orgasm wracked alarmingly through your body. But his arm secured around you held you up to receive his barbaric fucking.

“Oh m-my~,” your squealed in a tiny voice as tears seeped from your eyes.

You struggled to keep up on your toes as Izuku grinded all up in the extent of your pussy, you swore anymore of it and you’d faint.

Every snap of his hips caused an aggressive ripple against your skin. When you squinted into the mirror you were a fucking mess. Through your blurry eyesight you could barely registered your fucked out face of bliss.

You couldn’t help it as you head started lolling back from his fervent strokes. What was this? This position was tearing you apart.

“Shit Y/n” Izuku murmured, “Do you see that?”He helped you focus back on the reflection of the mirror. “ ah You see that beautiful girl right there? Look at how, shit, well she’s taking me, look at happy she looks, f-fuck you feel so soft”

Your heart swelled at his endearing words before chanting your love for him dearly. He clutched the chub of your belly, purposely pressing down as he rolled his hips dangerously against you. You cursed loudly as your tried to fight the pressure he created with his hand but he whispered in your ear—

“Where are you going, angel? Ah, You still look a little unsure of yourself... let me help take care of that for you.”

A/n ~ WHEN I TELL U I WAS STRUGGLING WRITING THIS LMAOOOO

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LORD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIER... my heart is so freaking full im in love

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pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader  genre: hurt to comfort wc: 3.5k  warnings: none

a/n: written for the @heatwave2021​ gift exchange, dedicated to the lovely yvonne @eightonenine​ 

Kiyoomi’s concept of home doesn’t include you. 

Growing up, home always meant nothing more than four walls and a roof over his head, meals to be eaten alone, out of reheated tupperware boxes. He’d never thought too much of it because that was just the way things were - his parents working late into their nights to further their careers, his much older siblings busy with their respective pursuits, too preoccupied to make much time for their quiet younger brother. He doesn’t have friends to invite over either. He’s too reticent, dark eyes a little too watchful and wary, driving away any potential playmates who he might’ve built friendships with. Motoya pops over once in a while, but he’s always been outgoing and popular so he can’t spend all his time with his moody cousin. 

So it’s only natural that he’s unaccustomed to having someone constantly in his space when you move in with him, unused to the rustle of movement that comes with having someone else share his abode. Little things start to gnaw at him, eating away at his patience - the way you leave the dining chairs crooked, the way you leave your bag on the couch instead of the cupboard where it belongs. He starts to resent having to force himself to respond with affection which you always seem to freely give when he just wants to shower and hide in bed after a bad day at practice. 

But emotional awareness isn’t exactly his strength, so he allows all this frustration to fester into poisonous words that explode out of his mouth when he returns to the apartment you share and you ask for a hug because you had a bad day at work. He doesn’t hear that a client yelled at you and your boss told you to buck up and your team was short staffed because there’s a vile buzzing in his ear that’s growing louder and louder and it’s driving him wild - 

“Why do you always have to be so clingy”, he snarls, slapping your hands away, uncaring that you’ve taken a step backwards, clearly stung. 

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You have to come to terms that you chose the worst guy to simp for from this anime. Sakusa is an asshole, the only thing about him is that he’s pretty.

Accept it.

Sakusa isn’t an easy person to love.

He’s difficult, stubborn, his walls are sky high, he’s picky down to every last detail, and he never admits he’s wrong.

No, he’s not easy to love, but he’s worth the effort.

His heart burns with passion that’s raw, that’s so pure and runs so deep, the dig to the core never ends. He loves so endlessly, with unfiltered promises of something that lasts beyond forever.

He pays attention to every last detail, reads in between the finest of prints, his mind is always filled with you, from the bottom to the top, up to the very brim. His eyes miss nothing, and his intuition has honed itself to map you out in every way.

His smile is so pretty, so bright, that it brings the sun to its knees, with two dimples that were made for your fingers to poke. It’s beautiful not because it makes him that much more handsome, but because it’s capable of healing your soul, of erasing your pain.

His laugh is a breath of fresh air, he is boyish and he is charming under this moment of vulnerability, under the split second he bares his heart to you, letting you feel his joy with him as his hand finds its way to yours, connecting the two in the way your souls already have.

Sakusa knows he’s capable of brewing storms in your eyes, he’s well aware he can hurt. He can hurt so badly, so brutally, the strings by which your heart is attached are frayed at the edges. But he, till the day he dies, promises to stitch every tear and every rip, even if it costs him the strings of his own heart.

And Sakusa, far from perfect, far from the man he knows you deserve, far from capable, far from likable, far from desirable, is so giving, he offers you the world, the one he’s carried on his back even when the weight makes his knees buckle.

Because you, you are his one love, the one thing he has to himself, the one thing that he knows will remain his even if he is stripped of all that makes him who he is. Down to the very last fiber of his being, Sakusa Kiyoomi is yours.

His heart and mind and soul, his goals and dreams and aspirations, his past and present and future, they are all yours. They are carefully pressed to the palm of your hand, seeking shelter, searching for a place to call home so that he can take a moment and breathe.

He trusts you. He knows he’s not easy to love, but he trusts you so wholly, so blindly, it hurts. He trusts you to love him, to reach past the thorns so you can admire the petals.

Sakusa Kiyoomi’s love language is difficult to decipher, but he is fluent in you, and the words are clear, defined, immeasurable.

Sakusa is an enigma, the only thing about him that’s promised is his love for you.

Accept it <3

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a day in the life of sakusa kiyoomi—(featuring you, his wonderful lover)

atsumu’s part here

6:30 AM:

“Omi, nooo.”

“Let go, y/n. I gotta.”

“No.”

“Come on, don’t be a brat,” he groans.

“If you love me, you’ll stay.” Sakusa sighs, pecking your forehead softly, hand gliding over your back as he feels you against him. It’s warm and it’s home, and he’s almost tempted to stay glued to you.

Almost.

“I have to go jog, I’ll be back,” he mumbles, unlatching himself despite your hands attempting to claw their way back to him. “Stop that, you’re—hey! Don’t smack my ass, weirdo.”

And even though his cheeks are tainted red and he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he grins to himself when he walks to the bathroom and hears your giggles.

7:20 AM:

“Omi, quit picking at the calluses on your hands.”

“‘M not,” he denies through a quiet mumble, hiding his hands under the table with a pout.

“You’re hopeless.”

The plate of breakfast placed before makes his heart flutter. Sakusa can’t stop the little chuckle he lets out when he sees the strawberries assembled into a little heart on the plate.

“And you’re a cliche sap,” he teases. And when he catches the spoon you throw at him, smirking when you groan at his athleticism, he almost considers skipping practice.

“Hurry and eat, you’ll be late.”

“I’m never late.”

“I don’t care, shut up and eat,” you huff. His chair scoots closer to yours when you settle next to him with your own plate.

7:34 AM:

“Y/n, y/n—oh my goodness—okay, that’s enough. I’ll be late—oh my god,” he groans through the onslaught of kisses you place on his face. He pretends he’s annoyed, but the blush and the wobble of his lips as he fights back a smile says otherwise.

Sakusa loves goodbye kisses, you’re no fool.

“Okay,” you peck his lips one last time. “There, I’m done. Now you may go.” He shuffles a little and stares at the ground, pout on his face.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat.

“You’ll be late, what are you—”

“You’re forgetting two things.”

“What?” He glares at you, and you glare back.

“First of all, you’re supposed to say I love you? What happened to that?” Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips at him with a raised brow.

“Kay, I love you. What else do you need?”

“Thank you, I love you too.” His eyes meet the floor again. “You missed a spot,” he murmurs quietly. And even though you laugh at him, and he scowls and shoves you away for a bit, you place two big kisses to his moles, sending him off.

7:57 AM:

“Omi, why’re ya smilin’ at yer phone like that?” Sakusa’s grin instantly drops, and his usual scowl graces his features. Atsumu tends to have that effect on him.

“Ooh! Are you talking to y/n? I love y/n! Tell y/n I said hi!” Bokuto’s voice is booming loud as ever—too loud for eight am on a Monday morning for him.

“No, you don’t need to say hi—”

“Tell y/n I said hi too!” He glares at a certain ginger instantly. He’s a bit annoyed that his last minute conversation with you before weight training is interrupted, but he doesn’t deny that deep down, he’s at home here too, surrounded by three loud mouths he can’t escape.

He shoots a quick message with a scowl on his face.

Bokuto and Hinata said hi

And Atsumu too he adds after the setter insists through whines.

And when he gets a tell them I said hi too! he can’t help but smile softly again—although it drops two seconds after when Atsumu opens his mouth once more.

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MEMORIES OR NOT» KATSUKI BAKUGOU

CHARACTERS: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

SUMMARY: in which bakugou ends up in a fight with a villain who’s quirk makes him forget the person he’s love most romantically. as you go to see him for the first time, you’re unsure what would hurt more: finding out the love of your life doesn’t remember you, or finding out that he does.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff

A/N: i also wanna do a todoroki version so if you guys want one, pleaseee send in an ask for it and i will write it!!!

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date night

pairing: atsumu x f!reader

summary: atsumu forgets about date night :/

warnings: a lil sad but not too bad

word count 1.1k

notes: this was inspired by this audio lol

at first you thought that he was just running late––it happened sometimes, that's just how he was. but as you watched the time pass by ––ten minutes, then twenty... by the hour mark, you'd given up.

he forgot. he forgot about the date night that you both planned in advance, weeks ago. atsumu had been so busy for the past few months, you were so excited to just have one night to each other, one night to have him all to yourself.

you dressed up nice, putting on your fanciest, sexiest dress and heels, you took your time to get ready, knowing this was a special night, the first night you'd go out with your boyfriend in a while. and it didn't happen.

the reservation was an hour ago, and atsumu was two hours late. you were contemplating going to bed when the door burst open to reveal atsumu, panting, eyes frantic and apologetic. "baby fuck, i'm so sorry––" he practically ran towards you, throwing off his jacket and kicking off his shoes haphazardly.

he ran his hands through his hair, trying to give you a small smile but you wouldn't look at him, choosing to focus, or rather pretend to focus on the tv. "it completely slipped my mind honey, i promise i didn't mean to blow you off––not that that makes it better..."

he was met with silence and his shoulders sunk as he stepped towards you hesitantly, his feet dragging like a small child. "c'mon baby i would never do that to you on purpose, i mean...look at you, i––god i'm a fucking idiot."

you nodded subtly but he didn't comment on it, his eyes still trailing along your body. your dress fit you perfectly, it accentuated all your best features and your shoes––you rarely wore shoes like that, though they were sexy, he knew they also hurt like a bitch, so the fact that you wore those for him and he didn't even show up? he had a lot of making up to do.

"baby doll please look at me, let me see those gorgeous eyes so you can see how sorry i am." he cursed quietly to himself, looking around for some sort of answer. "please don't ignore me princess."

you kept your eyes trained forward, your tongue in your cheek as you tried to calm yourself down, the frustration and disappointment still lingering in your mind, making your body buzz. you sighed, "i don't know what you want from me, atsumu."

you could see from the corner of your eye that he was pouting dramatically, eyes wide. "wh––atsumu? what happened to baby? or bub?" he got on his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your thighs but you looked to the side, not wanting to give in.

you crossed your arms, your voice quiet when you spoke up again. "where were you?"

you noticed him hesitate and scratch the back of his head nervously. "i––well i was with the boys baby and––"

you nodded your head and he paused, scared that he'd said the wrong thing, he didn't want to mess up even more tonight. "but as soon as i remembered i came running home." you got up, and walked past him but he was quick to stand up and follow you. "but you love the boys don't you?" he was trying to make the situation better any way he could, thinking that maybe if he reminded you that you liked them, and even considered them your own friends, you wouldn't be as upset––shit logic, he knows.

you kept walking until you made it to your bedroom, "yeah i do, but they're always with you, tsumu." tsumu, that was better than his full name. you glanced over your shoulder briefly, the hurt look in your eyes stopping him in his tracks for a brief moment. "i just wanted to be with you, for once. i just––can't remember the last time we had a night to ourselves. i missed you." fuck.

you made your way in front of your vanity, looking in the mirror as you reached up to take out your earrings when atsumu's hand gently wrapped around your wrist in mid-air. "wait wait," he brought your hand up to his face and kissed your wrist, pressing his cheek into your palm. "i'm so sorry babygirl, please don't get undressed, you look too good to let all this go to waste. let me take you out, show you off–"

you shook your head, "it's late."

he felt like crying, "but––"

you shook your head again, letting your hand drop to your side. "i'm tired, babe." you reached for your earrings again and this time he didn't stop you, watching you put them away in your jewelry box.

you walked over to your side of the bed and sat down and atsumu dropped back down on his knees, reaching to take your heels off for you. "i'll make it up to you tomorrow––i'll blow off practice and you'll have me all to yourself all twenty-four hours, promise."

you appreciated the effort but sighed, both from his words and the feeling of his hands gently massaging their way from the heel to the ball of your foot. you hadn't actually walked with them so your feet weren't hurting, but you weren't going to reject the massage. "you can't just skip, you're on a professional team."

he moved onto the other foot, bringing it up to kiss your ankle. "sure i can, i just won't go." he was serious as ever, yet you couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

you ran a hand through his hair and he smiled, content with the affection you were showing him. "you're really not gonna let this go, huh?"

he shook his head and kissed up one of your calves, his hand caressing the other. "of course not." he looked at you earnestly and you could tell he wasn't joking around. "i hurt my girl and i've gotta make it up to her." he leaned up on his knees between your legs and tilted his head up towards you, a hopeful look in his eyes. "kiss?"

you bit your lip and nodded, placing your hand on his cheeks to pull him in for a sweet kiss and he sighed, hands resting on your thighs. it wasn't like your usual passionate ones, it wasn't intense, it was short but meaningful, a reassurance. when you both pulled away, he looked at you, a warm gaze in his eyes. "i love you pretty girl, i will make this right, i swear."

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can u pls do one where sakusa gets distant and cold, and then one day overhears his s/o on the phone with a friend that they're gonna break up with him and he gets scared and tries to fix things? angst but with a happy ending maybe?

You and Me

The past two weeks had been kind of rough for you and Sakusa. Or at least, they had been rough for you. Sakusa didn’t seem to be bothered by his cold demeanor and unusual distance. He wasn’t a clingy boyfriend exactly, always a bit reserved, but he wasn’t afraid to seek you out when he wanted to. Except recently he seemed to never want anything to do with you, claiming he was busy or tired, rolling his eyes when you asked if he could spare some time to spend with you. So, your limits being pushed to the absolute maximum, you confronted him.

“Are you seriously still on this again?” He looked at you absolutely irritated. You didn’t like the way he looked at you like a nuisance.

“We’re supposed to spend time together. That’s the basics of a relationship. You’re the one who asked me out, so surely you knew and wanted that,” you looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah well maybe I shouldn’t have asked you y/n, all you do is bother me anymore,” he said rolling his eyes. You were crestfallen. He had said it so casually, with no hesitance, that you questioned if arguing was even worth it. You’d be fighting a one sided battle and in the end go to bed with tears while he would just grumble to himself and pass out. Slumping your shoulders, you simply sighed, too sick of his behavior to continue.

“Forget it, I’m tired and I wanna go to bed.” Walking past him, you went to the bathroom to begin preparing for bed. He stared at you, a little surprised at your sudden resolve to drop the issue, and watched as you closed the door behind you. That night you slept with a little extra space between the two of you, and the distance between you and Sakusa only seemed to grow from there.

In truth, he was having a stressful week and needed some alone time, resulting in taking out his frustrations on you. One week turned into two, and then the argument happened. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that it was his fault, that he was being selfish and not acting like someone in a serious relationship. His pride was getting in the way of admitting he was wrong, and it was easier to act like you were just being annoying. But he knew it couldn’t drag out any longer, or things would take a turn he really didn’t want them to take. He knew deep down, that out of the two of you, he was the more replaceable one. You were kind, warm, passionate, and weren’t afraid to show your love openly. Sakusa was the exact opposite, too shy and a bit difficult to be around, constantly causing you to accommodate to his preferences. You could easily find someone who would cater to you the way you deserved, and yet you stuck by his side with no complaints. He couldn’t take advantage of that, not when he so desperately needed your presence to ground him. So he came to the decision that today would be the day he swallowed his pride and give you the apology you rightfully deserved, and make sure you were aware that it was he who was the bother, not you. But his blood ran cold when he came home that day, hearing the conversation you were having on the phone with your friend, unaware of his return.

“It’s embarrassing at this point, I’m with a man who doesn’t even want me to be with him. What am I even doing?”

“Y/n you need to just leave him, what’s even keeping you there anymore? There are so many people out there who want to be with you, and even he knows it. If that’s not reason enough for him to cherish you, he’s a waste of your time. There’s absolutely nothing he could offer you right now besides an empty heart and a bruised pride. Pack your bags and forget him.” He felt himself almost lose himself to insanity at the mere thought of you taking your belongings and leaving. The thought of someone else being with you and doing all the things he wanted to do with you made bile rise to his throat and he wanted to scream. He wanted to rip the phone from your hand and scream at your friend, tell them that they were wrong, cruel even, for ever putting the idea in your head to walk away from him. Scream that they were cruel for trying to encourage you to walk right out of him arms and leave him behind. But he knew your friend had a point, and more than that, they were actually somewhat right, and he hated that. But it only got worse, and he felt absolutely helpless when he heard you reply, comprehending your words in pure horror.

“I guess you’re right, we’re kind of dragging the relationship out at this point aren’t we? It’ll end today or tomorrow anyway, might as well put on my big kid pants and get it over with now, at least then it would be on my terms. I just really thought he was the one you know?” You sounded so tired, absolutely sick of him, and he just wanted to curl up onto the floor on the spot, never wanting to face reality again. He craved your soothing touch, cradling his face and telling him that it would be okay. He wanted to cry in your arms and have you whisper sweet little words to him like you always did, convincing him he was enough and everything you wanted. But he wasn’t enough, and you didn’t want him anymore. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard you end the phone call, and quickly made his way to the front door, pretending to take off his shoes and look like he had just returned. You walked out your bedroom and were shocked to see him, before collecting yourself.

“You’re home,” you said simply. He looked at you and gave you a shaky smile.

“Yeah, just got back. How was your day?” You looked at him a little shocked, before settling to a look of confusion. You hadn’t expected him to talk to you so casually.

“Uhh, good I guess. Pretty laid back. How about you?” He tried to look casual, not wanting you to notice how on edge he was.

“Decent, practice was a bit tough though.” Nodding at him slowly, you looked to the floor. An awkward silence fell between the two of you and he felt his heartbeat quicken. His hands were clammy and his throat was dry, stomach forming knots at the uncertainty that hung in the air.

“Kiyoomi, we should talk-” but he quickly cut you off, trying to dodge what he knew you were about to do.

“C-can we talk tomorrow? Maybe? I uh, have practice a little later tomorrow, so we can talk in the morning. I had a pretty bad day, just kind of wanted to lay in bed and watch a movie together, maybe order takeout? Is that okay?” He was trying to do anything to get your mind off breaking up with him, hoping to stall it long enough so that he could convince you to change your mind.

“You... wanted to watch a movie? Together?” He nodded, looking at you hopefully. You sighed, not sure how to go about this exactly. You were finally going to do what you’d been dreading to do all this time, and here Sakusa was, magically giving you what you’d been wanting for weeks. A little time for yourselves. But you weren’t sure if now was the time to indulge in it, seeming a bit too late for it to do any good. But the look he gave you radiated waves of desperation. Whatever happened at practice must’ve been rough on him because he looked like he was seconds from breaking down. You cursed yourself mentally for still being weak for the man who broke your heart before nodding, hesitantly holding a hand out for him to take. He latched onto it in a fraction of a second, grip tight as he practically dragged you like a rag doll to your room. Setting everything up before you could even lift a finger, he pulled you into bed with him, immediately finding your chest to lay his head on. He handed you the remote to pick the movie and looked at you with what he hoped was a convincing smile. You gave him a weary look before picking your favorite movie and pressing play. Over the course of the movie, Sakusa had moved your hand to play with his hair, ordered your favorite takeout, and placed small kisses to the hand he kept in his grasp. You couldn’t quite understand what had suddenly gotten Sakusa to flip a switch so out of the blue, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice to be noticed by him after weeks of feeling like a stranger. Your relationship was still hanging on by a thin thread, but you allowed yourself to hope that maybe this was a turning point. You definitely didn’t want to let him go, and even if it was naïve and wishful thinking, you wanted to believe that he was putting in an effort to change the course of which your relationship had taken. So you allowed yourself to bask in his attention for the night, telling yourself you’d give this another week or so to see if there was still any chance for the two of you to continue on as an item.

A week later, and he was still shockingly desperate for your attention. By now, you were almost overwhelmed by how out of character he had been acting. Always agreeing with every suggestion you made, always dropping whatever he was doing to please you, you watched him carefully over the last seven days and noticed that he wasn’t acting himself. At first you thought he had a bad day at practice and succumbed to his need to seek comfort from you, but you quickly realized that wasn’t the case after about two days when the behavior continued. You’d decided enough was enough and that you needed a clear explanation from him, his behavior was much too erratic for you, and you were growing tired of having to guess what was going on in his mind.

“Kiyoomi,” you started as you looked over to him. He froze, the use of his full first name never meant anything good. Dread immediately filled his body and he hesitantly looked up from his phone.

“Yeah?” His voice was small.

“We really need to talk.” And that was it. That was all it took before he snapped, the water works finally coming in full force. Choked sobs racked his body, and he shook his head at you, eyes looking at you with absolute pain.

“No! Please, no! I’ve been good! I’ve been so good this whole week! Why are you doing this?” He hunched over with his head in his hands, continuing to break down. You looked at him, dumbfounded, not sure what to do. Slowly raising your hand to place on his back, he flinched at your touch.

“What do you mean? What’s going on Kiyoomi? I’m really starting to get tired of this, you’ve been acting so strange for the past month. First you forgot about my existence completely, then all of a sudden all you knew was me, and now you’re crying your heart out. What exactly has gotten into you?” He looked at you with an expression morphed with despair.

“You’re leaving me, but I don’t want you to go,” he whispered brokenly.

“Who said I was leaving you?” You were absolutely lost.

“That one day, you were talking to your friend, I heard you. They told you to pack up and leave, that there were plenty of people you could find that would give you more than me, and that I wasn’t any good for you. And you said you might as well end things with me, and I... I just... I don’t want you to go! Please don’t go, I can make it better! I can be even better, just watch, I’ll be great! And then you can tell your friend that I’ve changed and that we’re happy. I’ll fix everything y/n, just don’t pack your damn things and leave, I won’t be able to take it if you do!” He looked at you pleadingly, afraid of your answer. Your heart broke a little, seeing him like that. You’d never seen Sakusa cry like this, or be so worried about something, and it hurt you a little that while you’d been basking in his extra doting, he’d been plagued with doubts and fears the whole time.

“Hey, come on now, come here,” you reached out to him again, signaling him to come into your embrace. He collapsed against you, clinging to your side and gripping your shirt with an iron grip. “I was gonna break up with you, that’s true, but only because I didn’t think you wanted to be with me. You’ve been wonderful this whole week Omi, really you have. But you don’t have to change yourself to get me to stay, that’s not what I asked of you. I just wanted to you spend a bit more time with me, the way you usually do. You were pushing me away,” you smoothed back his hair and he leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I won’t push you away. You’re not a bother, I am! I’ll treat you way better I swear.” Kissing his forehead, you pulled the two of you back to lean against the head frame of your bed.

“You’re not a bother sweetie, I wouldn’t have stayed with you all this time if you were. I love you how you are, and you treat me great. I just don’t want you to get distant like that again, okay? You can tell me if you need some time alone, I get it. But we can’t live together and pretend we don’t exist for days on end alright?” He nodded against your chest, snuggling deeper into you. “I’m not leaving, so don’t worry about that. It’s always gonna be you and me.”

“Can you tell your friend that? Just so they know? I think they should know,” he looked up at you. You chuckled at him before ruffling his hair.

“Yes of course, I’ll be sure to let them know.”

Hey everyone! How are we all doing today? This is my longest scenario yet! It’s almost 2.5k words. I hope you liked it though! I’m gonna be working on requests all day and knocking them out so I can open them back up again hopefully.

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His Brood

Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader

Warnings: Feral Hawks, Ruts, Breeding, Toys / Gelatin Eggs

Word count: 2,000+

Hawks shared a certain fantasy of his, and you help him fulfill it. 

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I am just... so in love with this. Made me kinda sad cause im so single but agahzgzhz my heart is very happy. I could just FEEL the affection you know? As if I were witnessing this first hand and I think thats what makes your writing so special Monet🥺 You always manage to submerge your readers and make them feel close to the scenes. I am very much in love with this fluffy fic and eagerly await more. I hope you are well rested and that you're eating enough❤❤

A/N: Some domestic Jihoon fluff to cheer up anyone if they’re having a dreary Friday ^^

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1.1K

Synopsis: Literally just the mc and Jihoon being in love and teasing each other back and forth. 10/10 soft hours kinda almost cried because well, Lee Jihoon. 

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“JIHHHOOOON” you called out as you got a running start and tackled him with a hug as he walked through the front door, Jihoon laughing in complete amusement and hugging you back. 

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I cant... I cant do this

*wails loudly*

56. “You have no idea how much i want you.”

100. “What are you doing in my bed?!”

notes; FRATBOY!JOSHUA, a bit of cocky!joshua, oral(fem receiving), fingering, hair pulling, dirty talk, see i be answering yalls requests at any part of the year LOL ☠️ 😭💕 Also, I mentioned yesterday but I have a heavy workload this week so there won’t be a drabble this Wednesday! So unfortunately I won’t be online until Friday for the third double dip chapter! BUT! Since we’re in February now, my updated schedule is what we’ll be going by! 💕 I’ll make a formal updates post for those who might be confused! For now, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“What are you doing in my bed!?”

You quickly hop out of the bed, tripping on your own feet as you tug on the bed sheets to cover your naked body.

Memories of the previous night’s party flood your mind almost immediately when Joshua’s mostly naked form greets your bleary eyes.

“Mm… Mornin’, baby. Also, this is my bed so… I’d like the sheets back? It’s kinda cold.” There’s a sleepy grin on his lips as he waits for you; voice still groggy and laced with tiredness when he speaks. “Don’t tell me you forgot? You didn’t even drink last night.”

Your lips purse into a firm line; avoiding his stare as you slowly start to make your way back to the bed.

No, you most certainly didn’t forget the way Joshua’s hands roamed your skin all night. Or the way his hips snapped into yours so fluidly. Or the way every inch of his cock filled you up perfectly. Or the way he made you cum while you screamed out his name in unadulterated bliss.

“Hellooo? Everything alright in there, baby? You’re zoning out.”

“Y-yeah, sorry, just–just… I’ve, um, I–”

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*screams into the void*

YOU REALLY WOKE UP AND CHOSE TO PUT THAT MANY OF MY KINKS INTO ONE FIC OH MY GOSH IM GONNA CRY THIS WAS SO GOOD😭😭😭 Im so sorry i keep repeating myself whenever i give feedback but your writing makes my brain fizz out and short circuit 🙂🥴

This might be one of my favorites and I've missed your Cheol fics plus that man is just... he bias wrecks me the most out of anyone. The amount of emotions this made me feel... I will simply pass away. Perhaps if you could I would like to see a part two?🥺👉👈 but if there isn't enough feedback then I shall not pressure you🤧 but really Monet I think this one might be one of my favorites that you've written. Which is saying something cause all you're writing is top notch. Agsjsgav your fics make me so happy❤❤❤❤.

A/N: CALLING ALL CHOI SEUNGCHEOL WHORES, I REPEAT CALLING ALL CHEOL SEUNGCHEOL WHORES. 

if you a choi seungcheol simp, this one is for you. 

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: I mean it’s kinda just like…a journey LOL. Choi Seungcheol x Reader

Warnings: Soft dom! Cheol (it’s me of course), er, size kink, um, thigh riding, ahem, use of toys, mm, mentions of oral male receiving, ah yes, fingering, oh yeah, edging, mhm, some corruption kink, and that’s it? i’ve been out all day and i need to shower so imma just say yah.

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You got me fucked up with this one Monet😭😭😭 These tropes are always my favorite and the thought of TA Wonu...🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️ Fuck. Your writing really just gets better and better

Anon: hellow, can i please have wonwoo fucking you against the window please? thank you!

A/N: LITERALLY I SHOULD BE REDACTED FROM DOING REQUESTS BECAUSE I SWEAR I NEVER DO THEM, I GAVE YOU WONWOO BUT I LITERALLY DIDN’T DO THE REQUEST PLEASE FORGIVE ME. Also Wonwoo stans aren’t the best at feedback so please be the one to change that! If y’all want more of him, then leave a comment, or anon over him otherwise I start turning away from writing certain members! Pls 🙏

Word Count: 2.1k (look in my mind a drabble is less than 5k so don’t judge me)

Synopsis: Uh, TA! Wonwoo x Student! Reader (I specify that they are only a few years apart), and well, he has a office. And acts are done. In that office. So yeah. 

Warnings: Well bc of a certain someone…Daddy kink, SOFT DOM WONWOO FOR THE WIN, edging, PRAISE, a messy blowjob, use of toys, mentions of penetrative sex, dirty talk, and this should be it?

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Jeon Wonwoo. He was the new TA for your Honors English class. He was fresh out of undergrad and immediately began working on his Ph.D., meaning that he was about a couple of years older than you. It was this fact and his immensely attractive features that made you take a liking to him because it was a cliche thing and you were all for trite things every once in and while. 

So, you’d signed up for the tutoring he offered after classes to help you grasp the material better, and while you were no stranger to taking tutoring to better your grade, you would have to admit this was the first time you were taking it just to look at his face some more. 

Apparently, he liked your face too. 

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Aaaah Im actually packing to head off to University too (Same thing as college where you are i think, depending on your age). Started packing my suitcase a few minutes ago but then stopped to read your fics to try cheer me up a little lol (a bit off seeing as its smut). Glad to hear you're doing okay❤❤

Hi gorgeous❤ Hope you're having a good day. Thought of you and thought Id pop into your asks for a second. Hope you dont mind🥰 Have you been working on anything lately?

HIYA I’m doing amazing actually for some reason idk why but yah and I feel so honored you thought of me 🥺. I’ve been working on the mingyu fic as well as the packing up to head back to college, which sucks because I hate packing 😔