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anhelus · 3 years

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Atsumu knows he’s a difficult person.

He’s been told that many times, over and over again. His need for perfection, his headstrong nature and his dedication to volleyball has earned many admirers. But it has also earned many people who scorn him for being stubborn and competitive to a fault.

He knows he didn’t exactly set himself up for a role model when he was found constantly fighting his twin brother all through his school years. And he’s aware his contempt for everyone who dared to cheer during his serves painted him in a harsh antagonistic light, something that he could only curb with years of playing pro and listening to his team as they handled his social media presence and the whatnot that followed with being a professional athlete.

So when hours bleed into days and you constantly refuse to communicate with him after the third fight of the week, he is cautious, navigating his way to you while walking as if he’s on eggshells - scared that another wrong move, another insensitive remark and he just might lose you.

You’re silent as he picks you up from work, lucky to have an off day for the first time in forever. Your eyes are averted to the car window, as he drives through the traffic - careful to not let the gentle rain block his sight as he tries his best to navigate it safely back home with you.

He wonders what you’re thinking. How was your day? Did you eat enough? Did your shitty boss piss all over you like you always complained? He’s never been too good at reading people and sometimes he wished he could do it as easily as you do.

“Do you wanna pick somethin’ up to eat?” he asks nervously, a wobbly smile gracing his lips as he averts his gaze from the mostly empty road to look at you, but you’re not looking at him. No, your eyes are still trained outside the window, watching everything pass you by in a whiz, the rain drops having a race against time

His hands are shaky (he’s not certain if it’s the cold that’s creeping up his spine due to the sudden rain, or is it because he’s anxious about losing you forever with each second passing in dreadful silence his ears and soul cannot bear) as he slows the vehicle down until it’s parked at the utmost left of the now empty road.

Confused at the sudden stopping, you turn to question him but your mouth dries as you take a good look at your boyfriend in what seems like days. His eyes are bloodshot, eyebags heavy and dark - highlighting the endless nights he has failed to sleep without you in his arms. His hair is disheveled - a consequence of his anxious habit of playing with his hair when he’s nervous to the bone and has nothing to help him calm down.

You wait with a hitched breath as his eyes turn watery and his lips wobble into a pout as he whispers into the cool air, “Can ya forgive me, angel?”

And that’s when the waterworks begin.

His palms rush to his aid, pressing into his eyes to stop the tears from falling down his face and your face falls as you watch your boyfriend get caught up in his mind.

“Hey, hey! Baby, shhh”, you coo at him, taking his face into your hands and gently wiping his tears away for him.

“M so sorry for this, angel”, he hiccups, his eyes rimmed with red as he just looks at you - almost as if he’s remembering your face when it isn’t so passive… and distant from him.

“Maybe if I hadn’t been so bad, you’d still talk to me and-”

You’re quick to cut him off, “It’s okay, bub! I forgot about it a long time ago, especially with the day I’ve had, okay? All I wanted was to take a bath and just sleep with you, okay? I’ve just had a shitty day and I should’ve apologized for being mean to you, ‘Tsum”.

Sure, fights with Atsumu are no fun. He’s stubborn, a know-it-all at the worst of times...but he’s still the man you love. And despite the fact that he surely has a talent for getting on your nerves, he’s also the love of your life and no amount of petty fights could ever change that.

“You mean that?” he looks at you with such hopeful eyes, it makes you wish you could protect him from everything that can ever hurt him (including your temper).

“You’re not angry anymore?”

“Not at all, pretty boy. I love you more than anything, you know that?”

He nods slowly, a shy smile on his face.

“Good”.

With that, you kiss his forehead and watch in relief as his shoulders sag and relax after all this time. You’re tempted to leave more than one kiss and you slowly start kissing his face over and over again - till you end up peppering his face with feathery kisses that make him giggle and make him look much more worry-free than you have seen him ever since training started again.

“Okay, okay, fine!” Atsumu gently gets you off of him, smiling as he starts the car again - the rain much lighter as he asks you what you’d like to order for takeout.

You’re all the more happy to humor him by suggesting his favorite restaurant. And he’s happier than ever to pick up dessert from the bakery you like on your way back home.

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anhelus · 3 years

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imagine, pro hero izuku being whipped for you<3

cw: smut, pro-hero izuku (all characters depicted here are all aged up and over 18), overstimulation, manhandling, husband!izuku, squirting, slight humiliation, cum-play.

god, it's unfair.

you're all fucked out, drooling over white sheets as your legs wrap around izuku's torso as he pulls you by your hips and thrusts into you.

through broken moans and cries, you tell him you're 'too full, too full, 'zuku!' and how you can 'feel you in my tummy, baby...no more!' but he doesn't stop.

no, it's been a week of nonstop patrolling and apprehending criminals and he's way too touch deprived to let go of his lovely wife. you thrash around as you feel it build up - another orgasm that will surely leave you sore and overstimulated.

you beg him to let you go but that only forces him to grab your hands as he pushes his cock into you once more and feels the way you squirt all over him as you finally come on his cock.

you mewl softly as he rubs off your clit for you, flicking his fingers off so your juices land up on your thighs and tummy.

'ah, ah...puppy, open up for me, will ya?" he asks and you comply silently, sucking onto his fingers so desperately that he picks up his pace, hitting all of your sweet spots again.

your whines are muffled by his fingers and he's more than happy to coo at your pathetic state. hips stuttering, he announces he's close and you clench harder around him but you shake your head as you come close to another orgasm too.

he asks you to behave and give him his reward for being such a lovely husband - a dutiful hero who not only takes care of civilians but also of his slutty wife too.

and you should humor your hero.....afterall, hasn't he been good for you, huh?

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