I Want One – Suna X Reader Wc 491 – F!reader

Like Honey | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, alcohol, tipsy!reader, squirting, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, pussy drunk!Sakusa, overstimulation, praise kink, bit of pussy slapping ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Kiyoomi Sakusa hates parties. 

Too many people. 

Too loud. 

Too many germs. 

It’s why he almost always declines to go to one whenever the rest of the MSBY team invites him along. 

Parties in any shape and form make him uncomfortable, to be honest. 

But what Sakusa hates more than parties themselves—is the idea of you going to one on your own without him there. 

Not that he doesn’t trust you. 

But it’s that he knows how volleyball players are at parties—especially when there’s a pretty girl and alcohol is involved. 

Hence, the reason why he finds himself at a house party tonight that Atsumu invited the two of you to—while he stands away from everyone else, mask on, and holding a drink that he’s taken maybe one or two sips from. 

Not because he wants to but—

But because there you are—in the crowd, giggling and drinking with a few other people—and he watches with a level of affection, only ever giving any other guy who even dares to touch you a single look that causes the hairs at the back of their neck to rise. 

He talks to a few friends here and there, laughs, and takes another drink to loosen up as much as he’s willing to allow himself, but his eyes remain on you—

Almost protective. 

He raises a brow when he notices you walking over to him—but all you do is grin, eyes droopy, as your lower lip gets pinched under your top teeth, and—

Oh. 

He lets out a huff of breath filled with amusement when he sees you bat your lashes at him, giving him a certain look that he knows too well whenever you have alcohol in your system. 

A look of want—need—with your eyes so murky with desire that if you looked at any other man like that, they’d probably take you to the nearest surface to bend you over and—

Well, you get the point. 

Sakusa turns to face you—looking down at you with a tease in his voice. “The alcohol already gotten to that pretty little brain of yours?” 

Your eyes grow alight with want, and your cheeks flush as you get closer to him to wrap your arms around his waist—and a pout adorns your red lips. “I’m only a little tipsy.” 

That’s a lie. 

He can see that right away with how foggy your eyes are and how red your cheeks are. 

You’re more than just a little tipsy. 

Not that he minds, though. 

In fact, he’s letting out a breath of relief as he holds you back with one arm, the other still holding his drink, and he lowers his head so only you can hear him—his voice coming out a low rumble, “Let’s go then, love.” 

Because whenever you’re like this—it gives him an excuse to leave. 

To go home and take care of you in a way that he knows what you need right now. 

You nod, eager, excitement shooting up your nerves as he guides you through crowds of people—him saying bye to those he gives a shit about, and—

And that’s how, about an hour later, you end up back at his apartment—his bedroom door locked—as your body sinks into his plush mattress, one of your hands carding through his silk-softened hair that’s nestled between your thighs. 

“Fuck—”

You suck in a shaky breath as a flat tongue runs from your entrance to your clit, and you whine as Sakusa hooks his arms under your thighs to bring your pussy flush against his mouth—his mask thrown off somewhere in the midst of you two kissing so deeply on your way here—and he spits on your clit, making your cunt pulse. 

“You’re always so wet when you drink,” Sakusa groans against you, his mouth covering your entire pussy as his jaw goes to work, sucking and eating you out like he's starved. 

Just the way you like it when you’re this tipsy—the alcohol making you pleasantly warm, mixed with how his tongue and mouth feel on you.

It’s like you’re drowning in a pool of liquid heat as he makes out with your cunt, his tongue dipping in and running through your pillowy folds, and all you can do is lay there and take it with your toes curling and your fingers digging in his hair. 

It’s funny when you really think about it.

One would think that he—of all people—would be against this. 

Grossed out by it, even. 

But he’s the complete opposite with you in bed and behind closed doors.

He’s fucking dirty—uncaring of how messy he gets as your fluids gush onto his face as he fucks you with his tongue, eating your pussy and licking your clit like it’s honey. 

He even likes it more when you’re fucking yourself back—riding his face—making his eyes roll back, eyebrows furrowed, and a groan being muffled against your soft pussy. 

He doesn’t care about the way his chin gets drenched from your juices—not when it means he can hear you moan so pretty for him, and feel your plush thighs squeeze around his head. 

He’s so intoxicated by having his hot tongue in your cunt that he finds himself growing light-headed—his bulge growing and pre-cum leaking against his sweatpants as he licks and licks until you’re cumming on his tongue, moaning his name as you buck your hips into his face. 

“Oh god—Omi, ‘ts too much now—”

He hears you. 

Loud and clear. 

But he doesn’t stop. 

He doesn’t stop giving your poor, puffy little clit kitten licks as your cry from overstimulation. 

He doesn’t stop holding onto your thighs right where they are—keeping your pussy close to his mouth so he can lap you up, not wanting to waste a single drop of your fluids drooling everywhere. 

“You’re okay,” His voice is rough, and his eyes move up to look at your body—taking in the way your chest is rising and falling with quick breaths, your nipples are hard and waiting to also be sucked on—and he gives your sopping cunt one long, wide glide of his wet tongue from bottom to top. “Just give me one more, baby. Just one.” 

Instead, it’s never only one more. 

Once he’s in this position with his stomach flat on the bed and comfortably lying in between your legs—

Sakusa doesn’t intend to stop anytime soon. 

You taste too fucking good.

You feel too warm. 

And you sound so damn needy and pretty for him.

You whine, a sob escaping you, and you shake your head. “Omi—please—”

But then your words die with a gasp when you feel him nip the curve of the skin of where your cunt and inner thigh meet—and you let out a ragged exhale, his voice thick and smooth as he kisses your thigh. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” You feel so dizzy from the heat that you throw an arm over your forehead, panting as you feel two of his fingers strum your dripping folds before spreading them apart, glistening and throbbing. “You know I can’t help it.” 

He doesn’t let you say anything else, though. 

Not when he immediately dives back in to prod his tongue into your tight walls, flexing and curling it to bring you back to that hot, buzzing ache in your belly. 

And he keeps your folds open for him to get drunk on—sucking and licking and nipping while his nose bumps against your clit, feeling his hairs tickle your thighs as he gets you to orgasm again. 

And again. 

And again—

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Omi!” 

He gets his tongue all worked up, mouth open and thumb rubbing your swollen clit until you’re cumming for the fourth time like this—fluids squirting on his face as your abused and soaked cunt spasms, his name on your tongue as you cry, and he drinks it all up like he’s needy for your taste. 

“Such a good pussy, baby,” Sakusa sucks on your clit with obscene suction noises, making tears stream down your cheeks as a few more spurts of liquid squirt out of you—you’re so fucking overstimulated—and his face is a mess at this point, too. 

When he eventually does pull away—his lips are swollen and shiny—you don’t even have it in you to force your limbs to move anymore. 

You’re so fucked out and he hasn’t even put his cock inside you yet.

“You took it all so well for me.” 

Sakusa looks down at your body—so sweet and perfect—and he can’t help but smile at the little mess he’s made between your legs. 

He then unties the strings to his sweatpants as he sits back on his knees, his dick throbbing to feel your pussy swallow him, and once his thick cock bounces free—

He gives your pussy a slap—his palm against it with a harsh sting—making you whimper, then cups his hand over you as some way to soothe your tired cunt. 

“I just need you to lie there and be pretty for me now, okay baby?” 

end.

Masterpost

Odysseus: *gently hands Athena baby Telemachus*

Athena: …you were PREGNANT AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!

Odysseus: what?- no-

Athena: DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?! I WAS TRAINING YOU!

Odysseus: no I wasn’t the one-

Athena: THAT POOR BOY WAS PROBABLY SO SQUISHED IN YOUR HELMET! LOOK AT HOW SMALL HE IS!!

Visible Mending Guide

APHRODITE ; Osamu x f!reader

He looks down at you, his gaze betraying his words–greedy, lovesick–and you want to live in this moment forever.

contains: f!reader, dilf!Osamu, co-workers, age gap (reader is in her twenties, Osamu in his forties), mutual pining, pet names (all of them. he uses all of them), oral (reader giving), dirty talk, three lines of spit kink bc it wouldn't be a lale-txt work without it, praise kink, whipped Osamu (as in: down bad, adoring)

word count: 2.6k

You shouldn't have these kinds of thoughts. He’s your boss, you remind yourself. 

But admittedly, it’s hard when he’s currently lying under your kitchen sink, his shirt rucked up a little, revealing a sliver of soft skin and a happy trail while he aches and groans. You sit next to his figure on the kitchen floor, never been happier over a leaking pipe in your apartment.

“Hand me the ring wrench, sweetheart,” Osamu mumbles without looking at you, only holding out a calloused hand for you. You love these hands. They’re the hands you watch for hours while working, shaping the perfect onigiri and wondering what they’d feel wrapped around your neck. Sometimes he’d place them against the small of your back when passing by you behind the counter, always lingering a little longer than he had to. Last time he drove you home (he insisted because it was pouring outside), he rested one on your thigh while steering the car with the other.

You’re pretty sure Osamu Miya wants to fuck you badly. You hope he will.

“Doll,” he says again, his voice soft. He knows how often you tend to zone out. You snap out of it and rummage around the toolbox before you, handing him the thing he asked for. 

Look–you haven’t begged him to do this for you. This may be your first apartment you rented by yourself after moving to Osaka for your master program, but you were an independent one. Always have been. You built your own furniture and drilled every hole in the walls yourself. You knew for a fact how to fix a leaking pipe, you just didn’t get around to it yet because you picked up a few extra shifts at your part-time job at Onigiri Miya so you could save up for a new laptop.

But Osamu wants to help–he’s practically begging you to let him. Which is how he ended up on your kitchen floor. 

You’ve been alone with him before. When you were closing the shop together and you imagined how he’d bent you over the counter to violate every food safety regulation to ever exist. When you were the last ones at the bar during last year’s anniversary party, and you thought about stuffing your panties in the pockets of his coat for him to find later. When you spent one night at his place so you could finish a deadline before midnight on his laptop because yours gave out, and you wondered what his stubble would feel against the insides of your thighs if he ate you out. 

Nothing happened and you’ve been growing more frustrated lately. He’s sweet, he’s caring, he’s respectful and you get it. He’s trying to maintain a somewhat professional relationship between you two, especially given your age gap, but some days you wished he’d just let the animal in him run rampage and fuck you stupid against the nearest wall. 

You know he could. You know he’s thinking about it, too.

Ten minutes later he fixed your leaking pipe, but the ache between your thighs persists. He sits up again, so close that your knees are touching in your cramped little kitchen, and gives you a smile that makes your chest tighten with barely contained lust. There’s something boyish about his smile, making it easy to imagine what kind of heartthrob he must have been in his twenties. You gotta ask him about some photos from that time.

He’s still handsome, though. More than that. With his salt-and-pepper hair and the small wrinkles around his eyes, and his big calloused hands, adorned with a few scars from handling knives in the kitchen for over three decades and counting. He’s built differently than his twin, the retired pro-athlete. You’ve met him a few times at the shop. Osamu works out but he also likes to eat, granting him the strength to throw these heavy rice bags over his shoulders as if they weighed nothing. How many times have you imagined him manhandling you like that? You can’t remember. Far too often. 

Osamu wipes the sweat off his forehead and looks at you, lazy half-lidded eyes lingering on your face. He has no idea what kind of effect he has on you. Or maybe he does, but he’s not acting on it which is even more frustrating. 

“Yer hungry? I could fix us a plate,” he offers. Always looking out for you. Always caring. 

“Be my guest,” you reply, nodding over to your fridge. It’s currently stocked with two slices of toast, a cucumber that has seen better days, some leftovers from last week that you haven’t thrown out yet and a half-empty box of orange juice. You usually eat at uni or at work, and lately you’ve been so busy that you haven’t really gotten around to stocking up on things at home. 

Osamu lets out a long sigh when he peaks inside your fridge, one hand on his hip and the other rubbing over his face.

“Sweetheart,” he mutters, his tone a touch condescending, and you laugh quietly. You know this sight pained him more than anything. He looks over his shoulder back at you, his thick brows furrowed. “What is this?”

You rise to your feet as well and take a few steps towards him, firmly shutting the fridge door again.

“None of your business,” you say with a teasing smile to which Osamu huffs. He pats down the pockets of his pants for his phone and then taps the screen a few times. 

“Takeout it is then,” he sighs. This man is determined to feed you at all costs, already adding a few things to the cart. “What d’you want, doll?”

“You.”

Osamu doesn’t lift his head, but his eyes dart up to your face. Pondering if you’re serious or you’re joking. His expression doesn’t betray anything, but the small twitch of his hand and the sight of his pants tightening a little does.

“I want you, Osamu,” you say again, closing the remaining distance between you both. He’s now effectively trapped between you and the counter, and while you know he could easily shove you away–he doesn’t. You lean a little closer to him, your body pressing against his. He swallows and puts his phone aside, taking your face in both of his hands and tilting it up a little to make sure you look at him. You can tell that he’s scratching at the last bits of his self-restraint right now.

“I’m old enough to be your father and—sweetie, you have to stop smiling like that when I say this, goddamn,” he groans and looks away. You’re gonna give him a few more gray hairs, he’s sure of it. His thumbs trace absentmindedly along your jaw, fingers calloused but his touch gentle.

You tilt your head to the side, nuzzling closer into his big palm. His eyes linger on you, as if they’re silently telling you ‘behave’, but no. Of course you have to be a brat about it.

Osamu is a goner when you wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it while holding his gaze. 

His chest is heaving with every breath, a muttered ‘fuck’ falling out of his mouth as he pushes his thumb in deeper, pressing down on your tongue and making you open up wide for him. For a moment he thinks about spitting in your mouth, but he’ll save this for later. His cock is throbbing in his jeans, begging for release. 

Osamu has never been a patient man. For you, he tried. But right now you’re tearing him apart with your gaze alone and he lets you. He wants you to.

And now you’re lowering yourself to your knees before him, your nimble hands unbuckling his belt as if they waited a lifetime to do so, and glance up at him with these eyes of yours that make him insane if he looks back at them for too long.

“We shouldn’t,” he mutters. His voice is a little husky and his big hands wrap around yours, forcing them to pause what they were doing. He looks down at you, his gaze betraying his words–greedy, lovesick–and you want to live in this moment forever.

“Doesn’t matter,” you say, nuzzling your face against his clothed bulge and keeping your eyes pinned on him. There’s already a damp spot forming in his pants. “Do you want this?”

Osamu curses under his breath again, but he lets go of your hands and leans back against the counter, watching the smirk on your face widen now that you’re given permission to wreck him. You won’t hold back.

Hot, you think when you unzip his pants, learning that his pubic hair is also salt-and-pepper colored. Your mouth feels a little dry once you pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles, his cock springing free, pulsing and leaking, aching to be touched. It does nothing to ease the throbbing between your thighs, only worsening it, but you know he’ll take care of this for you soon, too. 

You press a few open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thighs, one hand wrapping around his cock and giving it a few slow strokes. Your hand can’t even wrap around his girth fully. He twitches underneath your touch. Osamu cups one side of your face with his hand, as if he can’t go a second without some form of contact, now that you both crossed that line. His breath is labored and his hips buck a little with every little caress of yours. 

“Yer killin’ me,” he sighs, his Kansai dialect becoming more prominent the more aroused he gets. His thumb traces the shape of your lips, coaxing them to open for him, now two fingers pressing in the cave of your mouth till you’re drooling. Your lipstick leaves faint marks on his skin when you trail your kisses up his abdomen. “Fuck, baby…” 

You spit on his cock and Osamu gives himself a few quick strokes. He looks like he’s barely keeping it together, still trying to act well-mannered, as if you weren’t silently pleading with your eyes only for him to wreck you.

He curses again under his breath and bends over till he’s hovering over you, two fingers tipping your chin up. Your first kiss is as messy and hungry as you imagined it to be, licking, biting, sucking till you’re moaning into his mouth and clawing against his thick thighs. There’s a thin string of salvia connecting you when he pulls away again. You briefly wonder if he mentally filed this under ‘proper manners’ too–always kiss your girl adoringly before making her choke on your cock. 

“C’mon now, sweet girl,” he coaxes you, gently guiding you towards his crotch with a hand tangled in your hair. “Be good for me, will ya? So fucking good for me.” His voice is low and hoarse, his cock leaking precum. Both of you know he won’t last long; he’s already on the edge of coming undone just from the sight of you on your knees in front of him.

When you take him down your throat, his head tips back and he lets out the most guttural moan. You show no mercy on him, your tongue swirling slowly around his tip before you swallow him whole. Your nose is nestled in his pubes as you glance up at him to make sure he’s watching, small tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. He collects them with his thumb and smears them mixed with some mascara across your face.

“Attagirl,” he praises you, his cock twitching in your mouth. By now he hasn’t cum yet out of sheer willpower and the desire to see you a little longer like this, as if you’re a fever dream that’s about to vanish the second he spills himself down your throat. 

You run your tongue over a prominent vein and Osamu growls, his knuckles white from how tight he is gripping the counter. Maybe it’s you who is dreaming. Sucking your boss off in your tiny kitchen wasn’t on your schedule when you got up this morning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You wonder if he’ll fuck you against the wall next or if he’s gonna have the decency to carry you over to the bed first. Either way you don’t see yourself walking anytime soon after this night. 

As you go on, Osamu’s breath is coming out in small huffs now, his nose scrunched up while he watches his cock disappear between your swollen lips. He never fully allowed himself to think about this, but now that he had you like that–fuck, he’ll never let you go. Yeah, he’s gonna keep you on your knees forever till your body remembers the shape of him. Fuck. 

“Baby… ‘m so close,” Osamu growls, a low warning. He taps your jaw with his fingers again, a sign for you to let go of him. It didn’t strike him as good manners to make an entire mess out of you the first time you blow him, and he wants you to remember him as a decent man (as decent as pining after your half-your-age employee can be). However he underestimated your determination to stubbornly refuse his request, making yourself gag a bit harder on his cock. Osamu’s hips jerk forwards involuntarily and he groans, barely keeping his composure. 

“Fuck,” he cusses under his breath, your hands now on his sides, steading yourself as you take him down your throat, your eyes fluttering up at him. The last bit of his carefully maintained self-restraint snaps. Osamu’s hands now find the back of your head, keeping it steady so you won’t have a chance of pulling back, then he slams his cock hard between your parted lips until you’re whimpering and coughing around his length. “Cumming, baby, ‘m cumming, so fucking tight for me, fuck–” 

He spills himself inside your mouth, the most primal moan leaving his lips. He’s trembling, his hips stuttering, thick cum spurting seemingly with no end, emptying himself into you. It’s dizzying. His breath is labored once he slides his softening cock out of your mouth.

“Shit, ‘m sorry,” he mutters, reaching behind him for a paper towel and dropping to his knees, holding it out for you. He brushes a few strands of hair out of face, trying hard not to think about how much he likes this fucked out expression on you. “Just spit it out, sweetheart. ’s okay. I was a little too rough, hm?”

What Osamu doesn’t expect is you opening up wide, sticking out your tongue. Spotless. 

You swallowed it all. Swallowed everything he gave you. His cock twitches back to life. 

“Little minx,” he growls, cupping your chin and towering over you. He spits in your mouth and watches you swallow it, again. It’s making him feel lightheaded. He should’ve done this sooner, he thinks. Making you take everything he has to offer and more. 

One of his hands wander underneath that flimsy skirt you’re wearing. He finds you dripping. A corner of his mouth twitches up in a lopsided smirk, a hint of something more sinister. His eyes darken a little. You mewl when he pushes your soaked panties aside to run a finger between your slit before bringing it to his lips, tasting you. You’re even sweeter than he imagined.

Oh, he’s gonna devour you. 

“Sweetheart. Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

a/n: osamu loving demon possessed me idk. i usually don't write part twos for my oneshots but for this one i could be sweet talked into it

I've had this idea for a while, of Zagreus corrupted and enslaved by Chronos being someone Mel has to fight. It was pure coincidence that I started actually drawing the idea just in time for the Olympus update to come out (which has no Zag for those waiting for the final release).

Zag is not a willing servant, he's been torn apart and reconstructed and forced to do Chronos' will. This is only possible bc Chronos flooded the Styx with his sand. Each time Zag was killed, he came back with more of Chronos' sand holding him together. Renewal of the Styx and time spent with/inside Nyx will reverse the corruption of his body, but not the time he spent suffering Chronos' conditioning.

Next month I'll post the comic of him fighting Mel, but you can also read it rn on my patreon

embrace

Briony Marshall (Peaceful embrace or the melting of boundaries), Stephan Sinding (To Mennesker), Gustav Vigeland (Kiss), William Zorach (Embrace), Antonio Canova (Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss)

Haikyuu ABO: Alphas apologizing for what they said about babies

Featuring: Atsumu Miya, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Kenma Kozume, and Tetsuro Kuroo

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Atsumu Miya

Atsumu refused to leave for Italy until this matter was resolved, he wouldn’t leave you upset even if it meant forfeiting the game and suffering the wrath of his teammates. You never brought up the conversation of a baby again after that morning and seemed to avoid anything that made you look or act childish or immature. His words had hurt you and now you were trying to change yourself just to fit the image you thought Atsumu wanted in a mate.

“She’s sensitive because her heat’s near, and then I become the biggest jerk by denying her one simple wish. How much of an asshole could I be? I’m just scared I won’t be a good dad but I went and redirected those insecurities onto her and now she’s just silently suffering.”, Atsumu pulled at his hair in frustration to his own thoughts and groaned, his eyes caught sight of the clock and a small smile danced across his face.

6:30, you’d be walking in at any minute now. He caught the click of the front door and quickly stood up to greet you. You still had that dead sad look on your face but even so Atsumu cheered your name and squished your cheeks in his big calloused hands before pulling you into a kiss.

“Welcome home Sweetie.”, he hummed against your lips stealing another kiss as quickly as he could.

You smiled at him completely drunk off his sudden affection but suddenly your character changed and you found yourself pushing away from him and dropping your smile. He didn’t like that, not one bit. He caught your wrist just as you were scurrying off to the bedroom and pulled you back to his chest.

“Sumu I’m tired. I don’t want to fight about this again.”, you sighed.

“I do want a baby.”

You glared up at him believing he was lying but that changed the moment you saw the sincerity in his chocolate brown eyes. He leans down to steal one more kiss before explaining himself, “I do want a baby, with no one else but you. It’s just that I’m scared I won’t be good enough, I pushed those insecurities onto you trying to make myself feel better but I will not leave you thinking I don’t want to start a family.”, he confessed pressing his forehead against yours.

He knew you weren’t convinced but if he could start fixing his mistakes now he knew you’d recover. “I love you and I always will. Ten years was long enough for you to wait, you’ve been patient, understanding, selfless, caring, and loving. You’d make a beautiful mother because of all those qualities.”, Atsumu continued to speak hoping some of his words would sink in and settle your aching heart.

“But you said I was childi-“

He shut you up with a quick peck to the lips, “At times you can be but that’s what makes you a fun person and let’s be honest we both know I’m the worst one between us.”, he joked watching you laugh at the truthful statement.

You were slowly coming back to him, realizing that maybe he was serious about starting a family. He kissed your lips once more and carried you off to your shared bedroom, for the rest of the night you two peacefully shared your wishes and thoughts for the baby to come, seeing the loving look shimmering in your eyes again made Atsumu’s heart leap out of his chest. To think that an idiot like him would be blessed with such a beautiful mate like you was beyond understanding but he was so glad that you wore his mark on your nape with pride and so much happier to know you’d soon be swollen with his pup.

Kiyoomi Sakusa

It showed just how much your disappearance affected him, the night you walked away after the distasteful argument you didn’t come back and it drove Kiyoomi insane with worry. Sure you had his mark on your neck, sure you reeked of his scent from being buried in his and your belongings, but and omega in heat was still an omega in heat if her mate wasn’t by her side. He’d texted so many times, called so many times, left voicemail after voicemail, just hoping for a response but he never got one. It was affecting his work, he was distracted, aggressive, everything he shouldn’t be. Until one day about two weeks later he heard the front door rattling open and noticed your beautiful face entering.

“(Y/n)!”, he screamed dropping everything in his hands to rush to your side.

He scooped you up quickly in his arms pulling you into a bone crushing hug despite your pleads to be let down. He refused only holding you tighter and scenting you out of stress, “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you! Please don’t ever do that to me again, I’m sorry okay. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize how upset you’d get about the argument, I know my reasoning was stupid.”, Kiyoomi rambled, tumbling over his words to afraid to look you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry if you want to have a baby we can- we can have-“

“Kiyoomi from now on I’ll spend my heats in a hotel, that way you don’t give into your instincts. It’s selfish of me to force a baby onto you, so we’ll just avoid it all together.”, you explained in a dead monotone voice.

Kiyoomi’s heart shattered hearing you say such a horrid thing. You weren’t being selfish wanting a baby with him, it was part of being in love, after marriage naturally the next step for couples was starting a family. Yet in a way, you were right, Kiyoomi had a point. He was always stressed to leave you alone while he left on away games, raising a baby alone didn’t seem like an ideal situation, so it only made sense to accept his side of the argument.

“Wait no!”, Kiyoomi didn’t mean to shake you as roughly as he did but now he was scared, “(Y/n) please stop thinking like that. This isn’t something we should avoid, I was just being stupid. Yes babies are disgusting at times but they are beautiful, they are born from their parent’s love and that’s what I want.“

You shook your head, “No you’re just saying that because you don’t want me to leave again, it was a nice thought but you’re right we aren’t ready. I just didn’t want to be alone waiting for you to come home anymore.”, you sighed returning to your room to shower and change.

Kiyoomi was left wallowing in his own guilt, to have actually won an argument surely should’ve been a victory and yet he felt like the true loser in this situation. He sighed and returned to your room waiting for you in bed, you smiled faintly at him before joining him.

“One day Omi…one day.”

The fact that you still longed for it was the only hope Kiyoomi had, he’d make your wish a reality one day when you had both recovered from this ugly fight.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like this, but please don’t leave during your heats, that’s when I miss you the most. That’s when I want to take care of you the most and spoil you, don’t take that away from me please.”, he begged you softly pulling you closer to him by your hips.

Your fingers brushed his bangs behind his ear allowing you to admire his sad expression, you couldn’t give him a proper answer right now but you could find it in your heart to forgive him.

“I can be your baby until then.”, he mumbled softly pulling you into a tight hug once more.

You chuckled against his chest feeling fresh tears fall from your eyes, “Yeah…I’d like that.”

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Kenma Kozume

Having to restart the whole level just to beat the final boss was a lot less satisfying than he’d expected. Instead of spending his day off with you for some quality time together he hid away in his gaming room button mashing his frustration away. He wandered into the kitchen hoping to see you there but he was met by an uncomfortable darkness and quietness. Kenma really hated the quiet, recalling earlier his heart bubbled to the echoing laughter of you and the toddler. A gut wrenching feeling stung in his chest, you had cried because of him, he said something so stupid to you that now you’d gone away, and for what because he took out his annoyance for Lev on you and the baby?

“Why would I tell her that? God I was so stupid.”, he whined to himself sitting at the kitchen table alone.

Kenma waited for you by the door, playing with your pet cat to pass the time. He did everything in his power just to stay up waiting for you but he found himself falling asleep, so he decided to call you only to listen to it go to voicemail.

“Hey kitten? Look I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m sorry about what I said earlier today. You don’t deserve to be talked to like that and I hate that I made you cry. Come home soon please so we can talk about it, I love you. I’m sorry.”, he spoke so softly to the phone as if he was truly saying these words to your face.

You didn’t return home until the next day, annoyance written all over your face and a gift bag in hand. Kenma woke up once he heard your cat meowing from hunger, he wasn’t expecting to see you feeding your cat. Kenma noticed your expression but took the risk of getting closer to you, he noticed your neck was raw again from scratching, a habit you displayed when you were upset or nervous.

“(Y/n), your neck is all cut up again, you’ll scar over your mark.”, Kenma scolded you quietly watching you cover your neck with your hand. He kissed your hand watching you shiver to the soft kiss, “I know you’re mad, you have every right to be. Sorry I was an asshole I didn’t mean to say those things to you.”

You said nothing and simply walked away trying your best to avoid him. Curiosity killed the cat and he checked the bag to see what had you so upset, it was baby clothes from Lev’s clothing line. Kenma smiled at the small onesie and walked up to you hoping to get you to talk.

“Th-these are cute. Did Lev give you these?”, he asked watching you hide under the covers.

“Yes.”, you sighed, “He thought it’d look good on the baby.”

Kenma smiled nervously, “But we don’t have a baby.”

That’s when you uncovered yourself and glared at him, “Well you don’t. I do, that’s why I was so excited for yesterday because I thought I could handle taking care of the baby since I’m pregnant and I could use the practice, then you went and said what you said.”, you huffed.

Kenma stared at you in shock realizing what he’d done, he broke your heart while you were pregnant with his pup. He broke out into a nervous smile gently tackling you back into the bed, “Are you pregnant really? Please tell me you aren’t joking.”, he cheered. His hands found your stomach, carefully touching your growing belly, you weren’t showing a lot which meant you just found out.

“I am, I’m just a couple weeks in.”, you groaned feeling a little overwhelmed by his reaction.

That’s when you heard it, Kenma purred, something most alphas would never do unless extremely happy. He purred against your neck, kissing your mating mark over and over, keeping his hands on your stomach.

“I’m sorry I was such an ass yesterday. I didn’t mean it, I was just mad at Lev for getting in between our quality time. You’d make a great mother, a perfect mother, please please forgive me. Let me be in the baby’s life.”, Kenma begged gently cupping your cheeks in his hands and brushing his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks.

“But you said you didn’t want a baby with me, I was just coming to grab my things and lea-“

“No!”, Kenma barked, “No absolutely no. I was just being an asshole yesterday, you are more important to me than some stupid game. I want to see our little pudding waddling around the house, please I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Please don’t leave me, don’t take all my heart with you, I don’t think I’d survive it.”

Kenma kissed your mark over and over again hoping you’d forgive him, he heard you sigh and trembled with fear thinking you’d leave him.

“You’ve got 8 months to prove it.”, you looked away trying to hide your smile from him. Once again he purred smothering your face in kiss and small nips until you finally looked at him to receive a kiss to the lips.

“I promise I won’t let you down. I’ll make you forget yesterday by proving how good we are as parents.”

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Tetsuro Kuroo

Kuroo would kill your phone battery with how many message and calls he’d make trying to reach you but you couldn’t find it in your heart to block him. It had already been a week since you left but even so you had to keep up the lie that you were alright. Your heart was aching for your alpha but he didn’t trust you which meant that he didn’t love you like you loved him. So naturally when he showed up at your family home you felt indifferent towards him, he stared at you with so much love and smiled at you trying to hold back his own tears.

“What is Tetsuro?”, you dared to ask watching him flinch to his own name.

The once proud alpha fell to his knees, placed his forehead on the ground, and begged you to forgive him for his idiocy. You were surprised to see him on the ground at all and quickly joined him to try and get him to stand up but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t get up if it meant you’d still hate him for being so stupid, “I’ve wanted to mark you since the day I met you. I’ve wanted to chain you down and let the whole world know you were mine and mine alone. You are helping me heal from my past trauma, I-I was just scared. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, please forgive me.”, he whimpered crying to the ground as he awaited your response.

“Tetsuro raise your head.”, you ordered.

He stayed put refusing to get up unless you’d forgive him, “Please I can’t take this anymore. Ever since you’ve left I’ve reflected on everything I said and did to you and I’ve regretted it. I do love you, I do trust you, you are nothing like my past and I shouldn’t have compared you. You are my future, you’re everything I want in a mate, a partner, a wife, and the mother of my children. Please forgive me so I may atone for my mistakes.”

“I don’t want to be your trophy Kuroo. A ring doesn’t make me your mate, it just makes me look like arm candy.”, you explained, “I still love you, I want to spend my life with you but…but I just don’t know anymore.”

He began to tremble trying to hold back his tears as the feeling of abandonment set in, you were moving on…he wasn’t a good enough alpha for you so you felt the need to move on.

“Then let me mark you…please. I want to be your fated partner, I want to be the one that makes you the happiest in the world and the one that makes all your dreams come true. Let’s start over, do things right and when the time comes…when we’ve both healed and readied ourselves, let’s bring a pup into the world together.”, he begged softly finally raising his head so you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“No more empty promises Kuroo, no more insecurities between us, no more secrets. I am not your ex and if you ever compare me again I will never look back again when I leave you.”, you warned, he nodded at you carefully leaning towards you.

His fingers gently ghosted over your neck, brushing your hair away so he could kiss your neck. You tensed in his arms once his breath tickled your skin, “I love you so much, my mate.”, Kuroo whimpered against your skin biting into your neck to finally claim you as his. You whined in his arms, hugging him tightly to try and distract yourself from the momentary pain.

Tears spilled down both your faces but neither of you mind, once Kuroo has left his mark on you he would never let go again. A fresh start to a better future, a future with you and a future with your pup to be.

Emmy let me hear your thoughts on this

All the inarizaki fellas are the types where if they accidentally “hurt” you(by which I mean literally manage to mildly bump you with an elbow) they’re all the types to be like “IVE ASSAULTED MY POOKIE I DESERVE TO DIE HOW CAN I EVER MOVE ON” am I right or am I right

DUFCBWNFJID THEY SO ARE OH MY GOD-

atsumu takes it the absolute hardest, literally the second you go "oh" (not even OW ATSUMU ITS OKAY-) he is whipping his head at you, eyes blown wide with remorse and watery as if he's genuinely injured you. he takes you in his big arms and rocks you back and forth, kissing your head and whispering apologies to you while you just cock your head and furrow your brows because you're literally fine.

on the other end of the spectrum, we have sunarin; and lets just say sunarin snickers at you when you trip in public. HOWEVER AND BUT, when it comes to anything with him potentially having any harm put towards you, he gets a few grey hairs and years off his expectancy. like one time, he suplexed you onto the couch, and he heard you hiss, and the entire mood changed. he immediately got onto his knees and cupped your face and was so sweet on you for the rest of the night bc he felt bad :(((( only to then, the next day, absolutely manhandle you out of his way while you're doing your skincare routine at the sink bc he needs to piss LMAOOOOOOO

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”

—Oscar Wilde