#the way i go feral for this dude every day should be made illegal

[cleradinel]

need finn to serve cunt like that again some day

[chil2de]

How are you today? If its alright with you, can I request a Atsumu x fem reader where she has a super tomboy style and ALWAYS wears baggy clothes, but one day atsumu comes over to hang out and the only outfit she has left is kinda a tight fitting shirt and for the first time ever Atsumu realizes just how curvy his girlfriend is

sorry if thats to specific! feel free to ignorethis!

warning - miya atsumu x reader

hiii! i’m doing okay anonie, thank you and i hope u are faring well!!! so um this ended up being a LOT longer than i expected pls forgive me it was supposed to be a cute lil drabble but now its like uh 2k words aJdhfhhd, i really loved this idea!!! don’t worry ab it being too specific i actually like that and it helps give me a general idea about the req

well whilst this isn’t tooooo nsfw there are a few small themes in the beginning + swearing since i write atsumu like that and implications of sexual content ig at the end but aside from that? just some fluff for our fav king. characters are aged up and i am unsure how it would work but call it anime logic and enjoy! thanks for requesting! (okay rereading the ending is lowkey smut why am i like this)

“b-cup.” atsumu huffed with confidence. he took a large swig out of his water bottle, nodding his head wisely in affirmation.

“really? i’d say c-cup.” suna chimed in, his half-lidded gaze narrowing.

“nah, it’s b-cup”

“what the hell are you two talking about?” osamu interjected, concern and disgust thick on his features as he came over carrying a few towels.

“(y/n)’s bra size” suna nonchalantly responded, his eyes flicking up for a few seconds as he accepted the towel from osamu.

“‘tsumu i knew you were messed in the head but, suna? have you caught his germs?”

“fuck are you making it sound like i have some viral disease?”

“you don’t?” suna snorted, plopping down onto the floor to sit cross-legged.

“why don’t you just ask her?” osamu’s gaze flickered onto yours from across the court. you felt your ears burn from the way the three of them were staring at you.

was something on your face?

a bug? dirt?

“huh? like i’m supposed to say, hey baby girl, what size are your tits?”

“i’m still saying b-cup”

“c-cup”

“i think b-cup” osamu joined in, watching atsumu screw his face at him

“you goddamn hypocrite-“ “who’s being a hypocrite?” kita inquired with a half-hushed tone, making his way over with a few protein bars

“oh my god i’m going home” atsumu groaned, resting his palms on his knees as he stood up. he beelined towards you, his exhaustion painted his lazy smile beautifully. he still had the energy to turn around over his shoulder and flip his middle finger up at his team whilst his right hand snaked around to your waist.

somewhere around your waist. it took him a little bit of digging through all the fabric.

it didn’t matter to him, though. as much of a jackass as he might’ve been, he never judged you for the way you dressed. even if it meant that sometimes you looked a lil bit homeless, at the end of the day- he still had that glimmer in his eyes whenever he saw you.

you would be his favourite baby girl, no matter what.

“is that my shirt you’re wearing?” he hummed, glancing down to look at it.

it was, in fact, one of his shirts. it was matte black in colour, with a small dip that would showcase atsumu’s collar bones. it was a little bit faded from the many wash cycles it endured throughout its lifetime, but he would always notice the small tear in the bottom right section of the fabric.

“sorryyy, i know you just washed it but it smelled so nice. also, wow, did you put on deodorant? you actually smell like a man it’s kinda creepy”

“i always put on deodorant you dipshit, you’re always crying about how pretty my face looks so your nose doesn’t pick up the scent. it’s verbena citrus, buy your own because i know you’ll try stealing mine so i’m putting a padlock on that shit.” atsumu scoffed, digging his fingers into your sides to tickle you as you walked. you squirmed, swatting him away as you dug your hands into the pockets of your joggers. they were not atsumu’s, unfortunately, for you found out the hard way that you would literally have to drag the excess fabric behind you like some train dress or bundle it up and fold it, which, in retrospect- did not look too aesthetically pleasing. you settled for your own joggers and favourite high-top sneakers to match.

“you know you’ll say all this but give me your deodorant anyway, right?” you stuck your tongue out at him. he rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair.

“hey.” he called out, causing you to direct your attention towards him.

he nudged your arm with his elbow.

oh.

“give it here.”

you uncurled your left hand out of your pocket, zipping it up to make sure the contents inside didn’t spill. atsumu slid his right hand away from your waist and opened his palm up, intertwining his fingertips between yours into a tight lock. he grazed his thumb over the back of your hand, giving you a small squeeze.

“that was the cheesiest and most corniest thing you’ve done and i hated it” you made a mock gagging sound, averting your gaze.

you could feel the blush fresh on your cheeks, heart pounding in your chest like it was about to explode.

“wait, you thought i was holding your hand because we’re dating? i’m just doing it because i know your dumbass would get lost” atsumu snorted, throwing his head back in laughter.

well,

you could still see the light blush tinting his cheeks. and it wasn’t the sunset.

“mmm, should i wear this one- wait-“ you grabbed the shirt, folding it upwards as you took a small whiff. well,, you did wear it yesterday… yeah, you did put it in the laundry basket,,, no, it didn’t smell toooo bad, but..

you groaned, tossing it back into said basket as you furrowed your brows in concentration.

you heard the doorbell ring which only caused you to panic even further. you just needed a shirt. literally any shirt. you were about to cut your freaking pants out and sew them together to another pair for a shirt.

since it was a friday, you had atsumu walk you halfway home. you only lived a street away from him, and the apartment was conveniently built on a fork between the road down to his house and the supermarket. hence, he dropped you off and went to the store all by himself like a responsible adult to grab some snacks for the weekend.

“it’s open!” you called out, leaning your jaw back as you shouted in hopes for your voice to travel further.

in that moment, just in the corner of your eye- you saw a familiar flash of black.

you swooped the fabric up, quietly humming in pleasure when it smelled like laundry detergent and fabric softener.

you lifted the shirt over your head, struggling to pull it down for a few seconds.

you admired yourself briefly in the mirror.

it was a casual t-shirt. it reached down to the middle portion of your arms, though it was significantly less baggy than all of your other clothes. you liked to sleep in it during hot and stuffy summer nights, but rarely found yourself using it otherwise.

it’s not like you didn’t like these kinds of shirts.

but when given the option to look “stylish” or comfortable, who wouldn’t pick comfortable? that’s what was important to you above all. clothes that made you feel like you were constantly in bed were a godsend from the heavens.

“hey dipshit, i spent twenty minutes jumping stores for you but no one sold any (favourite drink) so i got you-“ atsumu halted in his steps, the grocery bags curled around his fists were suddenly forgotten and discarded as he caught sight of you through the doorframe.

you were clad in a pair of old white shorts and a black t-shirt, complimentary of the fact that everything else was currently in the laundry machine. atsumu could outline every single damn crevice and dip on you, and he burned that shit so deep into his retinas that he would still see it when his eyes were closed.

he felt his breath hitch, something deep inside him resonating, growing feral like hunger.

he still stood by what he said,

baggy clothes or not, you were beautiful.

but he wasn’t expecting this

“so you bought what?” you inquired, twisting your torso halfway to greet him as you finished brushing through some knots in your hair at the vanity.

“huh?”

“you said there wasn’t any (favourite drink) so you got what? did you fall and crack your head open on the way here? cause it looks like it”

you could feel your heart squeeze, body temperature increased twofold as icy hot waves wracked every inch of your skin. there was a cold sweat that rolled down the back of your knees.

“shut the hell up, i hate you” atsumu grumbled, forcing himself to turn away from you and stomp off to the kitchen with a pout.

“jesus christ give me strength i hate this woman, where the hell does she get off thinking she can get away with looking so good like that” atsumu mumbled incoherent curses underneath his breath, shakily unloading everything he bought out onto the counter and stuffing the groceries into cabinets and the fridge.

“‘samu, i hate you but dude i need twin telepathy, give me strength so i don’t deck this woman right here right now” he cursed, gritting his teeth. his self-control was about to fly out the window.

“you okay?” you popped your head through the door, leaning into the kitchen.

he could see the outline of your prominent collarbones, the way the shirt still fell a little bit and hung loosely off of your frame. he could see the start of your stomach.

god, it should’ve been illegal the way he wanted to grab your thighs. he wondered for a second what it would look like with his fingerprints etched into your skin there.

“want a few tissues and some lotion?” you snorted, nestling up beside him to help. you gazed at him, watching him keep his eyes narrowed on the packet of pistachios he was fumbling with.

you thought it was cute.

“listen- if you’re not ready yet then i’d suggest that you find something else to wear cause holy shit if you don’t get away from me right now i swear i will not restrain myself-“

“i’m ready” you hummed, giving him an innocent smile. you toyed with your hands behind your back, fiddling with them as butterflies swept your abdomen.

atsumu snorted, eyebrows creasing in confusion. he turned to face you, setting the pistachios down.

“alright i’m not saying this to boost my ego, but, what did you say?”

“i said i’m ready”

you watched his brain stir, gears ticking and turning like clockwork.

atsumu let out a low sigh.

“yeah, yeah. well, then.”

his right hand slammed against the wall, caging you in. he leaned into you, looming over you as his half-lidded eyes burned holes inside your soul. you felt the air tense and switch around him, carnal desires swirling behind his gaze. his chest was so close to yours, practically flush, save for the tiniest gap. you could literally feel his heart hammering.

he was so invasive, so close, yet so respectful. he still kept his distance, just n case you changed your mind.

“are you sure this is what you want?” his voice was hot and slick against the shell of your ear, voice husky and octaves deeper. you could feel the sexual tension dripping from him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against him.

“i’m sure, ‘tsumu.”

a loud chuckle ripped from the depths of his chest. it was so hearty, and fuck, it made you clench.

atsumu swooped you up all in one swift motion, hands hooking underneath your thighs as he shoved you against the counter. he sent everything clattering and thudding in the process.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you, doll.”

[noble4]

The Feral Chapter One

"Get up dude, we need to bail, fast!" My friend, Isaiah shouted to me while shaking me awake. I opened my eyes, and I could see him fully clothed. He was in his stealth gear, which consisted of jeans, a black sweater, a black baseball cap, and a grey bandanna pulled over his mouth.

If the circumstances had been different, Isaiah could have passed as some type of celebrity, with his high cheekbones, beautiful blond hair, light green eyes. Sadly, most of his hair was covered in debris and dirt.

"What do you mean we need to bail, we just got here yesterday!" I asked him. He pulled the bandanna down, so I could hear him more clearly. "They're purging sector 18!" Someone outside shouted.

"There's your answer, now come on!" Isaiah pulled you to your feet and handed you your bandanna. "After they purge 18 they probably will move here. We need to be gone before they arrive."

You stood up and ran out of the rundown cement building you had slept in. It had about 3 floors, each with 4 windows, or rather window frames due to it's run down condition. You continued running while pulling up your bandanna. "Do you think that they're here because they found us?" You asked Isaiah.

"Hell if I know. All I know is I want to be out of here regardless." The two of you ran past back alley after back alley, until you reached an old, rusted out fire escape.

Isaiah grabbed hold of the first rung, and began climbing up the unreliable ladders. He looked back down at me. "Well? Do you need a golden invitation?" He hissed, continuing his ascent.

I hesitantly reached for the first rung, testing to see if it would hold my weight. Luckily, it did, and I began climbing up the fire escape towards the roof. "So, you have a plan?" I asked Isaiah.

"Same as last time, run, don't get caught, find a new home." He responded. At this point Isaiah had reached the top of the fire escape, and lifted himself on top of the building.

"Alright, looks like they just started, we should have a little bit of time before they reach us." He reported, looking over the other buildings. When I clambered up I turned, and looked at all the burning buildings.

"Come on. We don't have time to sight see." Isaiah said, turning his back to sector 18. "Yeah, you're right." I said, turning away from the bloodbath.

As we ran across the buildings I couldn't stop thinking about how many people had died so that the capital could pursue us. The sad truth is that the purging didn't start because of overpopulation. It started because we got out.

The capital had been doing illegal experiments, called project Feral, on children, mixing animal genes into their DNA to see what atrocities they could create.  We were lucky, we didn't get killed by the fusion, but that's not to say there weren't any side effects.

Isaiah had been given DNA from an unknown bird, giving him the ability to hear better than anyone else, and see better at long distances. I, on the other hand, was mixed with some form of dog. Perhaps even a Wolf. I can smell things from incredibly far distances, and can see in the dark, as well as being able to walk almost silently whenever I want.

I don't really remember much about the day we escaped, it was almost 12 years ago. All I now is whoever broke us out died doing so, and we weren't about to let that go to waste.

As you ran across the rooftops the buildings got smaller, and closer to the ground. "Hold it!" I whispered sharply. Isaiah stopped, and you smelled the air. It smelled like copper, and a hint of propane. "Shit! It's a purge team, about one hundred yards to our left." I said,

I jumped down the side of the building, hoping to find some form of cover. I ran behind it, and spotted a half full dumpster. "Isaiah, get down here, we can hide in the dumpster. And before you say it, I don't want to either." I said as I climbed in.

After a few seconds Isaiah clambered in after me, and we carefully closed the lid, trying not to alert the purge troopers. I gently pushed my ear against the cool, smooth side of the dumpster, listening for any movement nearby.

I could hear the sound of faint, steady footsteps, but they were growing louder. "So our job is to stop the people with illnesses from spreading them to the inner sectors?" A female voice asked. "Yep, these illnesses are what make some of these guys so skin and bone." A male responded

What a lie! I thought to myself. You guys just leave us to die, and kill us off to hide your ignorance! I wanted to shout, but I held my tongue. Eventually the footsteps grew so loud they were likely outside of our makeshift safehouse.

"Normally we don't do this, but the frontlines said that there were a lot of people heading our way. We won't make you do it this time, but we have dumpster duty, so we get to check every possible hideout for people. It sucks, but hey, it pays."

One set of footsteps faded, not leaving, but standing back. I looked over at Isaiah, and through the darkness I could see that the color had drained from his face. I started feeling around, searching for something I could defend myself with. I reached blindly into the darkness, and felt a cool glass substance. I pulled it closer, investigating the object.

As it turned out, I had uncovered a broken beer bottle, with one particularly long spike. I shuddered, knowing what I needed to do.

"Alright, the only thing left is that dumpster." A male voice said. "Well, check it and let's move on."

I tensed up as they approached, preparing to spring the instant they opened the lid. My heart was pounding, and my breathing was shaky and my body rigid. The silence was broken by the unmistakable wail of the metal lid creaking open. I gripped the neck of the bottle tightly, awaiting the perfect moment to strike

My body sprang into action, launching itself out of the dumpster and towards one of the soldiers. He wasn't very well armored, and I don't think that they were expecting weapons.

They were wearing white full head helmets, with a digital visor. Their armor was also pearly white. Under it they were wearing a silver mesh that clung to their body.

I shoved the shattered bottle between his chest armor plates, and his white underclothes were rapidly turning a crimson red. He stumbled back, and I could see the shock in his face. The other soldier charged towards me, reaching towards my pocket.

He pulled out a small pistol, as he tackled me, and the bottle I was using fell, shattering on contact with the ground. He put the gun to my head, but I grabbed the barrel, and twisted it away from my head. Using his free hand he punched me in the jaw, and my head smacked against the cold concrete.

I struggled, punching and kicking him, trying to push him off. Then, he yanked the gun barrel out of my hands, and pointed it at my head. I closed my eyes, and heard a loud bang. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes. The soldier had a bullet in his head.

I pushed him off of me, and turned around, seeing Isaiah holding a gun, his arms trembling. "I-I killed him." He croaked. I stood up, shaking. "You did what you had to." I told him. Behind him I could see a short girl with blonde hair, shivering like a leaf in the wind.

"W-what d-did you do?" She stammered. "We did what we had to." I responded. Isaiah began to raise the gun again, but you grabbed it, keeping it pointed at the ground. "She hasn't done anything yet. Let her live." I told him.

He nodded shakily, placing the pistol in his waistband. "The capital was right, you are people causing all of Alexandria's problems. all deserve to die." The girl muttered. "NO, we are the ones who do what we have to to survive while you all get to sit in your homes and watch as we die. Your government's ignorance is what made us this way." I spat, my voice filled with venom

She recoiled as I shouted, backing against the wall of one of the surrounding buildings.

I turned, and began walking towards another nearby fire escape, Isaiah hot on my heels. "The Capitol won't forgive you!" The girl shouted.

"Believe me, our feud with the Capitol runs deeper than you know. So how about you shut your mouth before you join your friends?" I said, gesturing to the bodies of the other soldiers. She squeaked.

"Lets go, no point in staying here." I said, climbing up the fire escape. The night was darker, and our movement slowed.   "Hey, you alright?" I asked Isaiah, who was clearly still shaken.

"Of course i'm not! I just shot a man dead, and now the Capitol don't need some lame excuse to hunt us down! They can follow us wherever, whenever, and get help from whoever they want!"

It was true. Now we weren't just some petty thieves running from a handful of mercenaries and purge teams,  now we were criminals, murderers. "It was them or us." I responded, trying to comfort Isaiah.

"Yeah, but now they get us anyway! It doesn't matter! No matter what we do, we lose."

"What do you mean, we'll, we keep moving, just like we always do."

"Move where? They can just pay people to rat us out. It's not like anyone here has enough money to turn it down. If we move north towards the capitol security gets tighter. We lose."

I thought for a minute. "Well, we can try our luck at surviving outside Alexandria. It's not like we don't know how to live off the land."

"What about the animals, and the beasts? The walls were built for a reason.  Alexandria was made to protect people from the outside world."

"I'm more afraid of the monsters in the capital then the monsters outside the walls. We stay in here we would be no better than cattle"

I turned towards the massive walls, easily 10 meters in height. "That would be our best bet." I told Isaiah again. He sighed. "Fine, but if things go wrong you're on your own."

I nodded. "Well, that's reassuring. None the less, I guess it's decided. The only question is how. Any ideas?" I asked Isaiah.

"With how much you were running your mouth I thought you would have had a plan." Isaiah responded.

"To be fair, I didn't think I would get this far." I said,  looking at the stone walls, hoping for somewhere we could climb, but the walls were much too smooth. There were, however,  a handful of underfunded guard posts.

Most people had accepted that Alexandria was a safe haven, protecting them from violent creatures and people alike. A place so wonderful no one would ever want to leave. From what we were told, the outside was a barren wasteland, full of creatures so terrible they were not to be named. The animals lurking in the shadows for prey.

Because of this, no one had tried to leave. To them it was an incredible opportunity. To us, it was a pen. We were pigs being raised for slaughter.

I pointed up to one of the towers. "We can try getting up there. There should be a way up nearby, right? All we would need to do is get up there, and climb down the other side." You said, giving a rough summary of your plan.

Isaiah looked surprised, clearly caught off guard. "Well, looks like there is a brain up there somewhere. Could've fooled me." Isaiah said as he punched me in the shoulder.

"Gee, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." I said sarcastically, punching him back.

"C'mon, lets just get going. It's gonna take a while to find an entrance, and even longer to find a way down. " I said, turning towards the wall. The two of us took off through the night once again.