Why Does That Cut Out Look Like A Mix Of Oikawa And Ushijima 😭💀

i don’t have the healthiest coping methods but i haven’t killed myself yet so where’s my fucking medal

partition | miya atsumu

pairing: atsumu x f! reader

word count: 4.8k

summary: inspired by Beyoncé’s “Partition”! what starts off as a simple limo ride to a team dinner with atsumu soon turns into you not being able to keep your hands off of each other, looking so irresistible he just can’t help himself. 

warnings: smut, car sex, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, rough sex, dacryphilia, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, daddy! kink, multiple orgasms, swearing, really nasty 

a/n: if you haven’t heard this song, please go listen to it first oh my god the lyrics hot as fuck. of course i had to write a dirty, filthy, smutty ass fic for this, and honestly i can completely see atsumu in this situation.

the click of your heels was sharp against the marble floor, making your way across your ridiculously large bathroom as you adjusted an earring. Atsumu had a team dinner tonight, meaning a long ride to an even longer dinner at whatever high end restaurant had been chosen for the occasion. being engaged to a professional volleyball player came with its share of events and all around tight schedules, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world. you had grown accustomed to nights like these, enjoying the company of his lively teammates and getting all dolled up to go out.

with one last glance into the full body mirror, smoothing down your sleek black dress, you stepped into your bedroom, Atsumu standing in front of a wall with a smaller mirror as he adjusted his tie. his mischievous gaze found your reflection, smirking as he took in the sight of you. a low whistle sounded throughout the room as he eyed you up and down, the dress hugging every curve and dip of your body. a simple dress, really, but severely overpriced. despite the cost it did look quite good though, or rather you made it look good.

“you look gorgeous, darlin’.” the nickname rolled off Atsumu’s tongue with a sultry bite, his naughty eyes practically undressing you right there. with a light chuckle you walked over to him, placing a hand on one of his broad shoulders, looking at the both of you in the mirror.

“thank you, Tsumu. we do look fucking good, don’t we?” his laugh was deep and amused as it rumbled out from his chest, eyes crinkling in agreement. hands still messing with his tie, Atsumu leaned over, teeth nipping at your earlobe. the light tug had chills tingling down your spine, but you kept your composure as you pushed him gently, muttering something about how he was taking his sweet time then going back to your closet to get a jacket before you left.

“where you goin, y/n?” he called teasingly, apparently not finished with his playful antics and suggestive smirks. “I wasn’t done lookin at you!”

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Phone Call (Dabi drabble)

TW: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, CHASE KINK, THREATS, MENTION OF ROUGH/DUBCON SEX

A.N.: After reading @dabislittlemouse comment on my previous Dabi thirst, I became desperate for some good ol’ chase kink. And because I’m a mean hoe, I’m just gonna leave us all hanging with this *evil laughter*

The colors of the setting sun reflect from the pavement you shuffle on. With grocery bags on both hands, you’re tired after a day at work, but there’s still a small smile on your lips. Reaching the apartment building, you have to take the stairs up since the elevator is once again broken. Lively noises echo from other apartments as you walk upstairs to the fifth floor, unlock the door and sneak into your studio apartment. Slightly panting, you put the plastic bags on the dinner table and your purse on a dresser by the window. Then sighing happily, you wipe your forehead with the back of your hand and start unpacking the groceries into the fridge. 

From outside it can seem unlikely that working long hours and living in a rundown apartment building actually makes someone happy, but you’re content with the simple life after getting out of a seriously toxic relationship with a villain. Dabi may have been the love of your life and the passion that flamed between you was undeniable. However, he was also inconsiderate, selfish and manipulative. You found yourself stuck on his web of lies more often than not, yet there was never a time when the deep turquoise of his eyes couldn’t calm the storm he had caused. But at some point you realized that not only is it useless to expect him to change, there’s always gonna be a chance that those rare moments of happiness can be shattered by his indifference. 

Leaving Dabi turned out to be difficult. He is possessive in more ways than one and he enjoys causing you fear of what would happen if you’d break up with him. But when the Paranormal Liberation Front was arrested and he ended up in prison, you used the opportunity to flee. Moving away and changing your phone number as a precaution, you started a new life far away from Musutafu and Tartarus. 

Needless to say your past is complicated, painful and stormy. But now you focus on healing your heart and despite the fact that time fixes wounds quite slowly, taking care of yourself and your needs makes you happy even if it’s sometimes hard. 

After placing the items in the fridge, you’re about to undress yourself and go take a hot shower when your phone suddenly rings. The number blinking on the screen is unfamiliar, but since your co-workers have a habit of sometimes calling about work, you pick up the phone while unbuttoning your blouse. 

“Hi, this is Y/N,” you reply carefreely, but no voice comes from the other end of the line. Blinking in confusion, it makes you question whether there’s a service problem.

“Hello? Is someone there?“

“...Sorry, sweetheart. It’s been such a long time since I’ve heard your voice, I kinda lost myself there for a second.“

Your blood freezes. Your heart begins to pound against your chest and your breathing becomes difficult, almost as if something is squeezing your throat. The garment is now half buttoned, hanging from your shoulders as you instinctively sit down by the dinner table. 

“D-Dabi…“ You stutter, unable to comprehend how he can call you since you’ve blocked the prison number. 

“Hello there, babe. Nice to hear you say my name,“ he replies, voice sounding as husky and mocking as ever. 

“Wh-at do you want..?“ 

“Oh, I was just passing by a public phone booth when suddenly I got the urge to know how my favorite girl is doing.”

It becomes clear that he’s no longer behind bars, which worsens the bruising beat of your heart and the attempt to calm yourself down. However, you swallow the dread and try to form a coherent sentence, “W-why— Aren’t y-you in prison?“

“Well, I sorta let myself out. Fascinating how the guards cave when a group of prisoners manage to overpower them,“ he responds carelessly as if a prison riot wouldn’t be that serious of a crime. 

You swallow again, chest heaving as you breathe uneasily. Fear intrudes itself into your mind and messes up your logical thinking that can’t decide whether to call for help or gather your things and run immediately. 

“So how about it? Gonna tell me where you live so we can do some catching up?“ He asks. His voice is allusive and leaves no doubt of what he wants from you. 

Somehow though, even in the midst of terror with tears clumping your lashes, his audacity angers you. Your hands balled into fists as you get up so agitated that the chair falls down. 

“I— Don’t ever w-wanna see you again, Dabi..!” You manage to scream while storming by the window to grab your purse.

“I broke up with you! You have no right to call me like—”

“Oh, how pretty you look tonight. Just as lovely as the day I met you.“

Your eyes widen. Slowly, you lift your gaze outside into the street, where darkness has already descended. Streetlights have flickered on, but you can’t see anyone lurking in there. Knowing Dabi’s habit of messing with your head, you wonder if he’s bluffing. 

“Kinda daring cleavage there. You knew I was gonna come over, huh?”

You close your eyes. Tears roll down your cheeks as you realize that your shirt is indeed unbuttoned. Dabi is standing somewhere in the shadows with that trademark grin plastered on his stapled face. You become paralyzed and unable to even mumble words as they die on your tongue, whereas Dabi’s voice changes to a deeper and more threatening tone. 

“You better start running, baby. Cause the second I catch you I’m gonna fuck that disobedient little pussy so hard that the whole fucking city hears whom you belong to.“

Gojo Satoru x Reader

3041 words, most of which aren’t SFW

When he came home, you welcomed him with a perfect balance of tranquility and excitement.

“Dinner’s on the cooker.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his hands settled on your hips. Gojo kissed you with awe and relief, finally home, and when he tried to deepen it you pulled away. “I drew you a bath, so everything should be ready by the time you’re out.”

Not lingering on the interrupted kiss, he pressed another to your forehead and cooed: “Did I tell you I love you?”

He did this morning, under the covers, over breakfast, at the front door, on the phone — and before, and after, and sempiternally. Even then, you answered: “Not enough,” and you weren’t lying.

“I must’ve been a bodhisattva in my last life to deserve you.” Tightening his grip, he twirled you aloft and lowered you on the very tip of your toes so you couldn’t stand without anchoring yourself to him.

“All right, oh enlightened one.” You kissed him a final time before tearing him off. “Get your stinky uniform in the wash and your ass in the bath. You’re tracking blood everywhere.”

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Rabid.

The brainrot was real, guys. Hope you like it :))

Kyoutani Kentarou x female reader

tw blood, violence, implied minor character death, non-con, smut, nsfw

There’s blood splattered across the back of his hands the first time you make the unwitting mistake of catching Kyoutani’s attention. He usually can’t be fucked wasting time wrapping his fists; the skin across one of his knuckles is split and raw from his last job, but most of the blood isn’t his.

And the other guy got off far, far worse.

But he wouldn’t have noticed – it comes with the territory and he’s never really given a fuck whether there’s blood on his clothes or not – if it hadn’t been for that tiny gasp.

That soft, sharp little intake of breath, and like the rabid dog they claim he is, he snaps to the threat.

Nobody else at the table notices, and you seem to realise your mistake, freezing up the moment those honey brown eyes flash and zero in on you. Your throat bobs unsteadily – you look like a deer caught in headlights. Startled. Terrified. 

Kinda fuckin’ adorable, if he’s being honest.

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Could I request yandere!Ushijima with breeding kink?

i already have a yan!ushijima with a breeding kink fic in the works rn but... 😏😏😏

warnings: nsfw, yandere, noncon, breeding kink

The first words that came to mind when Ushijima first saw you was "She'd be a good mother." The thought came naturally, and it was a thought that would gradually influence his primal instinct every time he was around you.

You were intimidated by him at first when he approached you, but being as kind as you are, you couldn't just ignore him and his overwhelming presence, so you politely acknowledged his advances.

Now, you can admit that Ushijima isn't the best lover. He's impassive—moments between you two were usually shared in heavy silence. He scolds you and belittles you, as if he's constantly trying to put you in your place and silence you. You're afraid of his wide shoulders, towering height, large palms, hard chest—if he had the chance, you think he'd absolutely beat the shit out of you. You're so scared him, scared of what he's capable of, scared of those piercing eyes, yet you're still here. You're still here.

Maybe if you had left earlier, ignored him, or turned him down when you could, you wouldn't be in this position right now. Why would Ushijima get mad at you over burning dinner? You'd never understand, but Ushijima wants you to act properly. His seed needs to grow in a proper vessel.

He doesn't need to drag you into your bed, large frame easily holding you in place as he tears off your clothes. He doesn't need to spread your legs or take his throbbing cock out. He doesn't need to completely take over your body and force you into a mating press, shoving his cock deep into your aching pussy as he grips onto your thighs with your legs dangling over his shoulders.

But he does. And he doesn't stop.

"You need to learn your place, (Y/N)," he grunts angrily.

You're crying out for him. Toshi! Toshi! Toshi! Your head is spinning wildly as the tip of his cock beats the opening of your cervix and threatens to spill his cum into your womb. "Stop!" you sob, "Toshi, stop!"

"No," he growls, pressing his forehead against yours, "I need to fuck a baby in you."

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

Omg I have a request! I just hope tumblr doesn’t eat it but I just saw a tiktok trend to see how long it takes for your boyfriend to kiss you first and I would like to see that with any of the hq boys of your choosing pls 🥺 if not that’s fine I just thought it would be funny but have a good day/night bby <3

HAIKYUU BOYS WITH TIKTOK TREND WHERE YOU SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES THEM TO KISS YOU FIRST

characters - timeskip!miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi

a/n - omg the way i screamed when i seen this one AHHHH so much cute possibilities, i kept it to more quiet boys (except ‘tsumu) lmao

☾ ATSUMU you always greeted him at the door after practice, his bright grin always waiting for his welcome home kiss and hug — but when youd thought about this prank you decided you’d make him have to be the one to seek you out instead, as you chose to remain on the couch when you heard his key in the door. a pout was on his lips instantly when your figure wasn’t the first thing he seen, basically walks straight to the living room to start looking “baby? what’re ya doin’ am home.” you looked up at him and gave him a quick smile before you attention went back to the tv show you were watching, hearing him huff as he fell clumsily next to you on the couch with a sigh— he keeps glancing at you as his pout deepens with each time he’s not met with a kiss until he cracks “yer killin’ me here! ya forgot ma kisses, where are ma kisses ya know a need them to survive.” before smooshing his lips against yours, he doesn’t even care when you laugh at his whining cos he gets his kisses anyway.

☾ OSAMU you’d visited him at the restaurant during your break at work, waving to the staff as they pointed you into the direction of the kitchen where your husband was preparing some orders “samu?” “hi baby, how’s yer day goin’?” you noticed the way he seemed to lean his head towards you as you walked over, knowing he was expecting his normal greeting kiss you always gave him, so when you watched his eyebrows furrow when you ignored him you felt a little bad ngl. “ya alright?” “yeah i’m good, why?” “no reason.” he doesn’t want to seem annoying by asking so he brushes it off until he finally finishes one of the orders as he moved towards you “it’s yer favourite.” hand holding the onigiri just to snatch it away when you reach for it “oi first — ya owe me a kiss, al trade ya.” — he wins.

☾ SUNA you were both lying in bed, scrolling on your phone as you lay against his chest — you decided to do the prank before bed because you both always shared a goodnight kiss “i’m gonna go to bed rin, goodnight.” he was going to say goodnight but by the time his eyes landed on your figure youd already closed your eyes like you were a sleep. you stifle your giggle when you feel him nudge you in your sleep as he whispered “hey, are you mad?” you blinked at him before shaking your head and lying back down again, smile so desperately wanting to break through your lips when you hear him sigh before nudging you again, his lips placing a quick peck against yours this time when you look up as he giggle, rolling his eyes as he scoffs “you’re a brat, go to sleep.”

☾ IWAIZUMI despite what people thought due to his intimidating exterior, iwaizumi loved kisses. he’d returned home from work, dropping his bag at the door as he immediately went to look for you as he found you in the living room on the couch, he’s even got a little smile when he walks over to you to place his hands at each side of your body, face leaning in close to yours as he awaits a kiss but when you just look past him to continue watching tv— he blushes so bad cos he’s a little embarrassed but also, he wants his kisses! “hey! what’s up with you?” “huh? nothing haji why?” he was too embarrassed to ask so he just grumbles something under his breath and sits next to you, you notice how he seems to get closer and closer until you’re basically on his lap but he’s pouting the whole time, you end up turning when you hear him groan only for him to crash his lips onto yours before pulling away with a blush “you’re a spoiled dumbass.”

☾ SAKUSA you always gave him a good luck kiss before a game, so you were curious what his reaction would be — because he always complained about your kisses even though he leaned into them with a blush everytime. you met up before he went onto the court, telling him good luck before you went to wave him off and leave, but before you can go you feel a slight tug on the hem of your jacket as you turn around to a very blushy kiyoomi “uh— where are you going?” “to the stands.” “we’re not done yet.” he can’t even look at you but when he glances at the confused look on your face you swear he burns redder, ends up quickly pulling down his mask to place a kiss against your forehead before turning immediately to walk away, hearing you giggle behind him as he mutters a “shutup.” hoping you don’t see the red that’s spread to the tips of his ears and neck — but you do.