#haikyuuangst

[signedbyrin]

suna drabble

authors note: inspired by when i asked my mom whether couples who sat apart on the bus didn't love each other anymore

wc: 673

Rintarou was sulking again. That was the only word to describe what the silver eyed man was doing. His arms were crossed, and he was petulantly looking out his window. The reason why he was in this state of distress, of suffering, was all because of your cruelty. (it wasn’t.) The cause for his pain at that moment was because the night before, you had had a huge fight. During the fight, he hadn’t remembered what exactly he had said, but it must have been bad because you had been distant the whole day. He had woken up with your back facing him, and when he reached out to cuddle you, to hold you in his arms, you had twisted away, leaving him in a foul mood the entire day at the rejection. He was unable to focus during his entire practice, and he had even been benched during their practice match. Damn you, for occupying his mind the entire day. You were sitting all pretty at the window opposite his seat, and you hadn’t even spared him a glance once, despite his eyes being glued to your figure the whole time. He ached to feel you against him, to have you in his lap all soft and warm. You were so heartless. He couldn’t help it, and moved to the seat beside you on the bus. You turned away from him, but a soft “What do you want, Suna?” escaped your lips. He took that as a good sight, and holding your hand (which you promptly pulled out of his hand) he murmured, “Why are you ignoring me, pretty? You know only couples that don’t love each other sit apart on the bus,” “Do you love me though?” You shot back. This situation was clearly more complicated than he’d anticipated. He peered at you from over your shoulder. “Of course, I love you. Why would you ever think otherwise?”

“Sure didn’t seem like it yesterday when you told me to fuck off and called me clingy and insecure.” you determinedly stared out the window, stubbornly refusing to meet his gaze. His eyes widened in shock. He did recall yesterday that he was particularly exhausted after work, and the humidity only did more to fuel his irritation. Arriving home, he wanted nothing more than to fall on his bed and pass out perhaps forever, ideally with you in his embrace. However, as soon as he got home you had been angry as well, holding up your phone and saying something he couldn’t make out in his exhaustion. The next thing he had remembered was saying something and the lack of your voice, and then falling asleep peacefully to silence. If he had been awake at that moment, he would’ve heard the sound of the bathroom door locking and your stifled sobs behind the door. He firmly turned your shoulders around and gently redirected you to his side. You all too softly burrowed into his side, Rintarou’s chest constricting from how fragile you looked. As your tears wet his shirt, he gently ran his fingers through your hair, at a loss for words. He had promised when he became your boyfriend, to hold your heart with the utmost care considering your cynical view towards relationships. He had broken that promise in the worst way and guilt weighed heavily on his heart. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, after a long silence. “I was exhausted yesterday and I didn’t know I was doing-“ he desperately held on to you as you made to turn away, “A-and I know that isn’t an excuse but that’s what happened, and I take full accountability for it. I’m sorry I hurt you, princess. Please don’t be mad at me,” he begged. He heard you sigh, and he looked down to you clinging onto his shirt, half of his shirt soaked in your pain. You gave your acknowledgement of his apology, and soon fell asleep on his shoulder. He watched you slumber away fondly, promising himself to never allow you to hurt again.

#suna #sunafluff #angst #angsttofluff #sunarintarou #haikyuu #suna x reader #suna rintarō #haikyuu x reader #inarizaki #haikyuuangst #haikyuufluff

[klingykuroo]

Mirrors: Confession

Paring: Bokuto x OC

Genre: Angst, smut

Warnings: Aggressive behavior, anger, language, sexual themes, split personalities...+

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My face is buried in my hands as I explain everything to the girls sitting with me.

I tell them how Bokuto offered to take me back to his place, admitting it was a trap as I do. I confess the electricity that sparked when he led me through the crowd and didn't dare to let go. I recount Bokuto and Sugawara's altercation and how surprised I was that Bokuto was willing to fight for me.

I share in-depth details about the session Bokuto and I experienced. I laid out all the praises and compliments he soaked me in as he moved against me. Lastly, I tell them how that night has all been washed away. I don't conceal the hurt on my face when I tell them that it seems like he's forgotten me.  

"Wow..." Monica gasps, slowly putting her back against her chair. "Just wow...."

Gabby's hand is over her lips while her eyes bulge out of their socket. "I didn't even know that side of Bokuto existed."

I tried not to cry but couldn't help it. I witnessed myself in a new light; reached an elated state that once was nonexistent to me. All for it to be snatched from me in a blink of an eye. I dry my now damp lashes before putting my chin in my palm and looking in Bokuto's direction. I let out a sigh as I think about what we could have been.

Maya adjusts the high ponytail butterfly locs on her head before sighing deeply. "You want us to beat him up?" I snap my head at Maya to see the seriousness in her eyes. "Cause I won't stand for you to be used like that."

"Yeah!" Monica perks up out of her seat. "Ain't nobody finna mess with my twin and not pay for it!"

I scowl at Monica. "Girl, sit down. It's not that big of a deal." I rush out before she makes a scene. Monica has always been the confrontational twin and has gotten into many fights on my behalf. She once gave a girl 16 stitches when she found out she bullied me.

"Nah, nah, nah." She ignores my plea. "I'm finna beat his a—"

"So you've been juked by him too, huh?"

Our heads turn to the stiff voice that cuts in. Maya's eyes immediately turn into rage and disgust when they land on the owner of the voice. Serenity Flores stands over the table wearing a somber expression. Once again, I don't know her personally but have heard a lot about her from Monica.  

Gabby's hand reflexively clutches Maya's to hold her back. "What do you want?" Maya seethes through her teeth. Serenity briefly looks down at her with unimpressed eyes. She ignores her and looks back at me.

"Bi–

"I couldn't help but overhear everything you said. I kn–"

"More like you can't mind your own business." Maya spits before Serenity can finish. "You just love to stick your fat nose in places it has no business being in. Get a life and stop trying to ruin others."

Serenity releases a breath and then sucks it back in. Maya isn't going to let her talk, and rightfully so. Back in sophomore year, Maya and Sugawara split. She had gotten together with a boy named Daichi Sawamura and they were a strong couple. Daichi always followed the rules and prompted Maya to do the same. I thought they'd stay together for a while before Serenity came in. She somehow divided them and split them up. Things got so bad that Daichi moved away to a different school district and far away from Maya. Now, Serenity and Maya can't stand to be in each other's presence.

"Maya, I know you hate me–"

"I despise you." Maya corrects.

"Yeah, yeah. But I'm not here to stir something up," Serenity focuses her coffee-colored eyes on me. "I'm just here to console you."

"And why would she need you of all people to console her!?" My stomach gurgles when Maya's raised tone gains some attraction. "All you do is lie and manipulate people!" There's hurt laced behind Maya's words. Losing Daichi clearly bothers her still and she won't forgive Serenity for it.

Serenity and Maya can fight on their own time, I don't care. But I am interested in what Serenity has to say. She could be lying but there's a chance there's some truth woven into it. That's the art of deception anyways.

"Maya," I call out. She pulls her raging eyes to me. I swallow my nerves and give her a gentle smile. "It's okay, I do want to hear what she has to say. Clearly, she must know something."

I don't wait for Maya's response and look back to Serenity. "This doesn't mean we're friends though. Say what you need to then leave."

Monica sits back in her chair and glares at the lighter-skinned. "Yeah, you aren't necessarily wanted."

Serenity slightly nods understanding that she's unwelcomed in our space.

"All I wanted to say is that you and I are the same, at least when it comes to dealing with Bokuto." She looks down as she starts fiddling with her fingers. The same somber expression she had before returns. "I went over to his house once. We had been talking for some time and he had invited me over. I remember everything about him was different. We had sex, obviously but not before he treated me like I was his world."

She glances at Bokuto with a yearning look in her eyes. It reminds me of the way I was looking at him only a moment ago. "He knew all my concealed secrets and forced me to accept them. He made me feel a different side of myself but then..." A deep frown forms on her lips. "The next time we saw each other, he ignored me." She shakes her head. "No, that's not right. He had completely forgotten the night we had. He went back to the immature boy he is now and the boy I witnessed that night was completely gone."

Her eyes suddenly snap back to me and she scowls. Maya goes on the offense when she sees rage pouring out from Serenity's eyes. "So don't go thinking you're special. You're just some chick he screwed and forgot about the next day."

Serenity turns on her heels and leaves me with a burning sting from her harsh but most likely true words.

"And you're just a whore who nobody loves!" Maya shouts after her. Maya grits her teeth and turns back to us. "I knew I should have just punched her the second she inserted herself. You don't believe her do you?"

I keep my lips sealed. Slowly, I curl into myself. "I do," I admit after the pregnant pause passes. "I believe everything she said."

"What?" Gabby shakes her head. "Serenity lies for fun. She probably just made that up after overhearing what you told us."

I cross my arms and stare at the table. Serenity is telling the truth but they'll never believe that. I'm confident she is. When she looked at Bokuto with that twisted look in her eyes, I knew she wasn't faking it. It takes a lot of skill and practice to mimic a face like that. It's an expression rooted in deep sorrow that many people aren't willing to show; almost like she was grieving something she never really had.

"How about this," Monica speaks up after my silence drags on longer than it should. She takes my phone and unlocks it with her face. A perk she loves to endorse for being my identical twin. "I'm going to give you Bokuto's number."

"And why would you do that, Moni?" Gabby questions, not hiding the disapproval in her voice.

"So she can get to the bottom of this." She answers as she types his number into my contacts. "If you really want to find out, text him. Let him know who you are and find out for yourself if he's forgotten you. I don't think he has."

Something in Monica's tone indicates that she's withholding information but she's too scared to share. I'd ask but I think I'm just as scared to hear what it could be.

"Here."

She thrusts my phone to me. His contact is open and my mind races as I stare at it blankly. For whatever reason my eyes can't drift away from the contact saved in my phone as Bokuto.

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The crickets chirp outside creating the only sound in my room besides my heavy breath. It's past 10:30 and sleep refuses to come to me. My eyes stare at my bland ceiling and I rest the back of my palm on my forehead. A long, slow, and heavy sigh leaves my lips before I roll over to my side.

I look at the long paragraph I've typed but I'm too scared to press send. I don't know why I let Monica talk me into texting Bokuto when we got home. She even pulled Mama into the matter and she cursed him out in Spanish and English. After mouthing off, Mama told me I should give him a piece of my mind. It was two against one and I walked away as the loser.

I didn't cry as I typed my message. Even though my heart still aches, I didn't let it show in my text. I relayed all my anger and confusion to him. I made sure my words would leave him with guilt and regret. I purposely provoked him, calling him every swear word I knew, and just like Mama told me, I let him know that it was me.

But after exerting my frustration, I'm left feeling nothing. It's as if I'm a tall wine glass that is waiting to be filled with something intoxicating. My body is trembling on the inside waiting to feel that ecstasy it did with Bokuto. My heart is pounding in my chest, screaming at me as if I'm the one denying it's pleasure.

I'm a mess. Complete disarray is what Bokuto has left me in. All for him to have the audacity to forget about me as if I'm a soda can lying in the streets.

Yeah, screw that.

In a split second, I'm slamming my finger against the blue Send button. I block his number before powering off my phone and tossing it to the bottom of my bed.

Tears well in my eyes as I shove myself under my blankets. I hate sleeping under the comforter but tonight I want to feel suffocated. The heaviness feels minuscule compared to the weight pressing against my forehead. My head drowns in pain as I relinquish hot tears onto my pillow. I make a promise that this is the last time I'll cry over this boy.

I'll forget about Friday night, even if that means I'll have to operate on myself to cut the memory out.

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A forceful sound shudders me out of my slumber. At first, I think going to sleep with a headache was a bad idea. I thought the pounding sound that woke me was my head telling me it needs some Aspirin. But when I struggle to sit up under the comforters, I realize that the thundering noise sounded a lot like knocking.

I reach for my phone, cursing myself for crying myself to sleep, falling asleep underneath the thick blanket, and throwing my phone so far away.

My phone is halfway through turning on before the blaring knock comes again. My shoulders convulse and I start to hear the drumming of my heart. Whoever is knocking is using their whole fist to create a deep but powerful base behind their knock. They're pissed and won't relent until someone opens the door.

11:54 PM

Who in the world is knocking so intensely at this time of night? Mama picked up a night shift at the hospital and Monica left to spend the night at Akaashi's. It's just me, which isn't unusual.

Mama has ambitious goals so she's picking up shifts wherever she can to accumulate the money to accomplish them. Monica is falling more in love with Akaashi as the seconds pass (her words not mine) and can't spend a second apart from him. It's starting to become a routine for me to be the only one at home. I'm actually starting to like it so whoever is knocking at the door can kiss my butt.

When the person continues to assault the front door, I groggily shift out from my bed. I slip on my fluffy cross-band slippers before leaving my room. The dimly lit hallway makes me feel like I'm the main character in a horror movie. It's like I'm slowly approaching my death and I'm too stupid to realize it.

I tug my plush lilac robe closer to my body like it'll give me extra protection–as if it gave me any to begin with. Maybe I should have just texted Papi and dealt with the knocking until he came. He'd shoot off the intruder's head and then make sure I was okay.

Sighing when I reach the bottom of the stairs, I inch closer to the front door. The intruder keeps slamming against the door, it's so intense that the door shakes with each knock. Poor door.

My breath starts to run rampant as I'm centimeters away from the door. I clutch my robe to steady my trembling fingers and curl my toes to recenter my balance. Everything is telling me that answering this door is a horrible idea but I can't find the will to turn around. I'm desperate to see who is compelling me to the door.

I let go of a shaky breath before standing on my toes to see through the peephole.

I choke on my own breath when I see the image of a familiar person through the convex lens. My chest tightens while my legs shake like a toddler trying to walk for the first time. I blink before double-checking to assure myself I'm not seeing things. Even then, I still can't believe who I'm seeing.

The muscle in my chest whimpers and demands that I open the door. My body listens and my quivering fingers unscrew the locks. The wind from how quickly I swing the door open nearly knocks me off my feet. My eyes bulge out of their sockets and my mouth gapes at the sight before me.

With his monochrome hair laying flat on his head, Bokuto stands on the opposite side of the door.

My throat turns into a desert. It's like what I realized the first time I felt his lips on mine, he owns and controls my every breath. He's consuming all the air around me and depriving me of the privilege of breathing. I can't hear anything but the ringing sound of my heart losing its freaking mind.

His starlight irises are glaring at me with his rosy lips turned into a scowl. His olive skin is flushed with red while a rivulet of sweat drips down the side of his face. His aura is different from the one I just witnessed at school today but it's the exact same as the one Friday night. He's panting slightly and his eyebrows start to pinch together when he sees me.

"I thought you'd never open the door." His sonorous voice is rich and it sends my senses into overdrive. I curse at myself for missing it. I have half a mind to slam the door right in his face but before I can, he's stepping inside forcing me to retreat back into the house.

I gag when he presses against my smaller body and his spicy scent invades my nostrils. He pushes against me, nearly knocking me off balance but before I hit the ground, he's snacking his arm around my waist and slams me against his broad chest. He grunts, forcing me to look into his wild eyes.

"W-w-what are you d-doing here?" I embarrassingly croak out. I had to search deep inside of myself to find the weakest and quietest voice to use against him.

A moment passes as he searches for something in my eyes. I have no idea what he's looking for but I know all he'll see is how terrified I am. Bokuto is 6'2 while I'm barely 5'4. This boy is larger than me in every possible way. I'm suffocating in his grasp and I'm petrified by the angry glare nesting in his eyes. All his rage is pouring onto me and I don't know why. Shouldn't I be the one pissed at him?

"What was that text message?" He finally asks keeping his voice lower but stiffer than a mountain. I can't find the words to say, for a second, I don't even know what he's referring to.

His fingers dig into my side. My vision blurs at the slight pain he's causing. He leans in close and an indescribable look of fury paints his voice and face.

"You can call me what you want, but you have lost your mind if you think I'm going to let you walk away." My mouth drops. Literally.

"We're over?" He quotes my words from the text with venom spewing from his lips. I flinch when he throws his back and his laughter echos off the walls. His laugh is deep and sinister, it's everything but joyful. It's nothing like the laugh he had with Mark today. I can feel it vibrating in his chest and I'm ashamed to admit that it awakens something in me. The folds between my legs instantly dampen with arousal.

I flinch again when he brings his head back closer than it was before. A pure evil grin plasters along his mouth and his royal eyes glimmer with wicked intent. "Oh, baby we've only just started and you better fasten your seat belt 'cause you're in for one hell of a ride with me."

My lips part and I moan.

I freaking moan.

I couldn't stop it from passing my lips. I've never felt such an attraction to something so powerful and wicked in my life. Whatever darkness he has is pouring onto me, entangling me into something I have no business being a part of. My body is being torn into pieces, screaming at me to let go but also to plunge in deeper.

His wicked grin widens when he hears my moan. "You sound so pretty, did you know that?"

I'm speechless but not for long. The image of him shrugging and forgetting about me reappears in my brain. Heat rushes to my face as my body twitches with anger. I place both of my palms on his chest and use every inch of energy I have to push him away from me.

His arm slips from around me and pure air starts to fill my lungs again. I gasp, desperate to breathe clearly, and turn away from him. I stumble over to the brown leather couch I've told Mama a million times to get rid of. I place my hands on its back and drop my head between my shoulders as I grasp for air.

Seconds pass before I regain all the breath I need. I look back at Bokuto who's standing there with an amused grin on his perfect face. I'm over here dying from the air he stole and he's smiling?

I narrow my eyes with fury burning beneath them. I lunge my body at him with my fist flying straight for his jaw. He doesn't flinch, instead, he grabs my wrist before impact and jerks me close to him.

"Feisty aren't ya?" His smirk and eyes widen with pleasure. He looks like a maniac. A sexy maniac.

"You jerk!" I spit at him. "Who do you think you are?" I jerk my wrist from his grasp but he's too strong. I groan in frustration before using my other hand to push against him. It's useless though, he stands like an indestructible wall.

Mama is going to come home to her house destroyed because when I get out of his hold, I'm throwing everything in this house at him.

"Who do you think you are!?" I holler again. "You ignored me! Forget about me!" I know I promised that I wouldn't cry over him anymore but hot tears start to spill from my eyes.

A mixture of frustration, anger, and pain is coated into my voice. His grip loosens as he hears it. "You made me feel like I could conquer the world! You made me reach a peak I didn't even know existed!" My voice lowers and starts to crack. "You made me feel loved and beautiful. I thought you wanted me!" I raise my voice again and let more tears slip out.

I watch his eyes turn from harder than nails to softer than feathers. He almost looks confused about why I am so angry which only fuels my rage even more. "All for you to act like I was nothing today! Like I was nothing more than just a body you slept with! Then you just storm in here like you didn't ignore me!"

It was just one night. One late September Friday night. Why am I getting all emotional over one night? It's because it's the best I ever felt in my own skin since forever. I thought I had something true and real, just for it to be stripped away from me. Just like every other thing in my life. I'm exhausted from losing things all the time.

These tears aren't just for him but he is definitely the main source right now.

He releases my wrist but I'm too hurt to find something to throw at him. "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?" I ask the same question repeatedly. "Why? Why? Why? Why? Wh..."

I repeat myself over and over until tears take over. I can't speak anymore as I wail and bawl in front of him. I want to know why everything is taken away from me and I want to know why he forgot about me so quickly.

He steps forward, he wraps his arm around my waist again but not as roughly as he did before. He's gentle and I feel a comforting heat radiating from him. I sink into him even though he's part of the reason why I'm crying. He tilts my head up and uses his thumb to catch my heavy tears.

His eyes are soaked in sorrow. He's hesitant and I don't know why. How has his whole aura shifted so drastically so quickly? Who is Koutaro Bokuto really?

"It wasn't me." He admits softly. His voice is so quiet I barely heard him. I see vulnerability flash through his golden eyes and it almost brings me to tears.

A small part of me is still angry though. That part of me scoffs at him. "Who do you think you are? Shaggy?" He's unaffected by insult. Another tear slips out and he flicks it away.

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. He braces himself before letting go of one of his biggest truths.

"Do you know what DID is?"

I freeze, sucking in a huge breath. I nod after being stunned for a few beats.

"Yeah, I have it. I'd rather not talk about where I got it from or the years it took to be diagnosed with it but if you don't believe me, I have papers to prove it." His heavy voice sounds so quiet as he opens himself up. I can feel his nerves running wild; I get the feeling that I'm one of the few people who know about this. I shake my head to let him know I don't need to see any papers.

He sighs heavily before caressing my cheek with his thumb. "The guy you saw at school today, isn't the guy you see now. We're different and we can't stand each other." Resentment flashes in his eyes. "He's a complete idiot. He acts like he's the best and mindlessly flaunts himself when in reality he's pathetic and insecure. He runs from himself. He runs from me. I'm his true self but he shuts me out."

I nod, processing the information I'm being told even though my mind feels blank. "Does he not remember me?" I ask barely above a whisper.

"He has no reason to." He responds honestly. "You and him have no connection. Not like the connection you have with me."

"But you–he looked at me, almost like he did remember me but didn't know why." It was brief but that look of confusion meant something. It was like he wanted to remember me.

He nods, understanding what I'm trying to say. "When he's out, I'm forced to watch from behind the glass. I saw you. I wanted to reach out and hold you. I did what I could to help him remember you but he....doesn't like you."

He delivers the blunt truth with all the gentleness he could. It still hurts because that's what truths do. They freaking hurt.

I push against him gently before he can see the hurt in my eyes. I walk away and frantically enter the kitchen. I grab a red apple from the fruit bowl and take a harsh bite to stop myself from crying. A small part of me had a feeling Bokuto had split personalities but fear stopped me from entertaining the thought for long. It's what stopped me from asking Monica what was on her mind earlier. She probably suspected it from long ago but wanted to spare my feelings.

All these years of wanting him to like me, down the drain. All the hopes I had that he might have feelings for me dissipate into nothing leaving a sharp pain in my chest. It shouldn't matter though, his other side likes me that should be enough, right? Right?

I take another firm bite when I hear him come up behind me. I suck in air when he presses himself against my back as I lean over a counter. The weight of him is grave and I feel his crotch against my behind. He leans in inches away from my ear. His silvery voice whispers into my ear.

"But I love you."

He backs away as I gasp and nearly choke on the apple. There's no way he just confessed the sacred three words to me. I whip my head around to see him looking at me with a blissful expression. He's serious, like the plague serious.

"You–"

"He likes Monica, been crushing on her for years." I swallow the fruit so I don't choke. The truth burns through my heart. "He won't go for her though. Akaashi is his best friend and Monica would never return his feelings."

"And wouldn't." I mutter. Monica has told me how she never saw the appeal for Bokuto. He's too loud and arrogant for her liking. I never had to worry about her catching feelings for Bokuto.

"That's why Sugawara said what he said that night. Everyone knows he likes Monica but don't speak about it. It's like a taboo in the group." He shakes his head and looks off to the side.

He grimaces. "He's so stupid though. Why go for Monica when you're right here? You're perfect in ways I never imagined were possible. I've been watching you for years and fall more in love every time I see you. I've been complacent for years but I refuse to lose you because he wants to be an idiot."

My heart can't help but swoon at his confession. The elevated feeling from the praises he sang to me sinks back in and I can't stop my heart from wanting him. I want to reach out and pull him close to me but I'm hesitant. I'm obviously attracted to him but can I confidently say that I love this side of him? I only met him a few nights ago.

"I don't expect you to love me back right now. You just met me Friday night." He says as if he just read my mind. "But..."

His eyes snap back to me. Untamed desire pores from his golden hues and latch onto me. My breath is stuck in my throat and my muscles tense at the piercing glare he gives me. He takes two heavy steps before he's pressing himself against me. I drop the apple to the floor as his presence invades my space. The crushing feeling wraps around me again as he stares into my eyes.

"You're going to fall in love with me." His low and rich voice holds so much weight as he declares confidently. His hand grips the side of my neck. He presses his thumb against the start of my throat and I fight back the urge to gag. "I meant what I said, princess. We're just getting started. In time, you'll learn that you're bound to me. You can try to run but I'll find you. You're mine and mine alone."

That last line sounded like a threat. If he were to catch me with someone else, they'd be dead and I'd have to face his wrath alone. He's so dangerous but that danger has me salivating for him. There's still so much I want to ask. What triggers him to his other side? And what happened between him and Serenity?

I don't have time to think of any questions before he's lifting me onto the counter. I squeal at the sudden movement but slam my lips shut at the pure adoration flowing from his eyes. Does he...really love me?

He begins untwisting the bow keeping my robe close to me. A blush creeps onto my face when he sees that I'm not wearing much underneath. I'm dressed in a skimpy white spaghetti strap t-shirt with lacy scarlet panties hugging my waist. He curses when he sees my nipples poking from my shirt. There's no hiding that this side of him turns me on.

He moves his large hand to the back of my head and smashes our lips together. It surprises me but my body immediately falls into him. Our lips roughly press against each other as our bodies mold into each other. His hand buries itself in my wild curls and tugs at them. I slip out a moan which allows him to slip his wet tongue into my mouth. My thighs clench against him as I feel his hard crotch against my most sensitive muscle.

"So sweet," He murmurs. "I want to drown in you, Veronica." I groan at the sound of my name falling from his lips. "Drown me in your waves, baby," He plants a sweet kiss on my swollen lips. "But watch how I'll become the conqueror. Your waves will become mine and heed every command I tell them."

I whine feeling the pressure of him against him. I know what I want from him but my words are trapped in my chest. "I-I want to feel it," I manage to groan out. He looks at me intently waiting for me to finish my wish.

I swallow and find my voice. I look at him with all the confidence I can muster. "I want to feel your love for me."

His lips curl into an evil grin; something snaps beneath his eyes. I can tell I'm in for it now.

All the restraint he's been holding back withers away as he moves his hand to the sides of my hips. He grabs onto my panties and roughly pulls them down my legs. His nails roughly glide across my skin as he does. I weep for him as he tosses my panties onto the tile.

He spreads my legs and kneels before me, I could have an orgasm just by the sight. "Oh my gosh..." I breathe out when I feel his breath against me.

"I hope you're ready, darling." He drawls as he looks at me through his thick eyelashes.

His sultry voice vibrates against me making me release another whimper. His thirst for me seeps out as he stares at me through half-lidded eyes. "Because my love is strong and I don't plan to stop. Not even when you're begging and moaning. I'll keep going, I'll devour every drop of you and leave you screaming for more."

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[honeymilkk00]

Haikyuu Boys: You Flinch

yooooo so my first post on tumblr,,, kinda scary but here goes nothing. if the characters are too ooc i apologise but it’s because this is my first time writing a haikyuu one shot. also i’m fucking obsessed with angst to comfort hmu with some good ones (hopefully i haven’t read them). also pleaseeeee this isn’t an attack on the reader, you all are so fucking gorgeous. i’m trying to write this angst with my personal insecurities in mind so it can be more realistic. remember to drink water and eat 3 meals a day.

characters:

-tanaka

-ushijima

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Tanaka

Recently, you had noticed a strain in your and Tanaka’s relationship. Of course, you were always pretty self-conscious in the relationship- he always hung out with Kiyoko when he went to practise and spoke about her like she was a goddess.

That didn’t mean you didn’t like Kiyoko. In fact, you looked up to her a lot, heeding her advice every time she spoke to you. But, who wouldn’t be insecure? Kiyoko was everything you were not. She was smart, she was pretty, she was organised, and she had a great personality to go with it. Sometimes, you’d sit thinking that maybe Tanaka would be happier with her. 

And today was one of those days. It was lunch and, as usual, Tanaka was at practise. You didn’t mind and grew pretty accustomed to it, often sitting to the side of the sports hall, watching and cheering. You were happy that your boyfriend had such a deep interest in something. 

As you sat next to the coach, taking small bites out of an apple, you noticed Tanaka’s wondering gaze. Following his eyes, you frowned slightly when you noticed him staring at Kiyoko with a small blush on his face. An uneasy feeling in your gut made you stop eating, just watching. When Tanaka walked over to her and tucked her hair behind her ear after helping her pick up spare balls, you felt bile rise in your throat. Suffocating. It felt like suffocating as you watched your boyfriend touch and blush around your friend whilst right in front of you. 

Biting your lip nervously, you packed away your lunch and stood up. There was still 10 minutes left of lunch. If Tanaka asked, you could’ve dismissed it as simply wanting to get to class early. Nodding to Coach Ukai and Daichi, you swiftly exited the sports hall and walked to your next lesson.

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Somehow, you had avoided Tanaka for the rest of the day. You knew you were probably overreacting, but the way he looked at her with such a loving gaze made you feel sick. He didn’t even look at you with that much compassion, and you were his girlfriend. 

So, you slung your backpack over your shoulders and made your way home. Normally, you would walk with your boyfriend, but not today. It was silent without Tanaka making small comments here and there and laughing. Insecure thoughts filled your mind, and, with no one to distract you from them, you listened.

You listened to every single thought that crossed your mind.

Why were you not pretty enough?

Why did Tanaka love Kiyoko more than he loved you?

Why were you so petty?

Why were you running away instead of talking to him?

Why were you not good enough?

You swallowed the bile that slowly rose in your throat and looked down at your hands that clenched together.

Just get over it. You can’t be better than her. 

A hand placed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. Swiftly, you head diverted to look at whoever touched you right in the eyes. 

Shit.

“Hey, you’ve been ignoring me since lunch. Did something happen? Why are you walking home without me?” Tanaka let go of your shoulder and raised a curious brow at you.

You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

Forcing a smile, you looked down at your hands instead of his gaze-his piercing gaze that left you weak and helpless. “Nothing is wrong,” you started, pausing for a second to recollect your thoughts. “I just wanted to get to class quickly after lunch... And I was walking home by myself because I have a lot of homework to do.” You lied smoothly, but of course, Tanaka saw through it.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Tanaka sighed and tilted his head, “are you going to tell your boyfriend the truth or continue to lie straight to my face? We’re partners- a team- you’re meant to trust me and communicate. Wasn’t it you who said that was important?” His voice gradually got louder with every sentence, his patience wearing thin. 

You looked back at him and opened your mouth, before closing it. Of course, trust and communication is key in relationships but... Your eyes glanced up at Tanaka. Opening your mouth again, you spoke, “It’s just...” You started and licked your lips, taking a deep breath, “You seem to be close with Kiyoko. Very close..” You whispered the last bit, but he still caught it. 

Clenching his fists, Tanaka frowned, “well excuse me, but she’s been my friend longer than I’ve dated you. I don’t see why it’s an issues now.” His voice was firm and loud, making you shrink into yourself.

“I get that, I do. But you can’t just get all close like blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear when you’re in a relationship.” You tried to reason with him. Yes, you know they were friends longer than you and Tanaka had been in a relationship and you respected that. That was why you never mentioned anything before. 

Tanaka made a ‘tch’ sound and took in a deep breath, glaring down at you. Like this, he looked like an alpha- strong, in charge, dominant. In normal circumstances, you might’ve blushed or even squirmed, but in this situation, all you felt was your fight or flight impulse going crazy. “Well I’m sorry, but just because you’re insecure about yourself doesn’t mean you can be a selfish bitch! Grow up (Y/n)!”

That was what made you snap.

“Excuse me!? Tanaka, you told me to communicate and so I did, but when I do my opinions and feelings are immediately shut down!? I’m not saying you can’t be friends with Kiyoko! You can! Just please don’t keep touching her intimately because it makes me think you’d rather be with her!” You shouted back.

Letting out a deep growl, Tanaka leaned over you with a menacing glare and quickly lifted his hand, which made you flinch violently and close your eyes tightly, lifting you arms to shield yourself. 

Snapping out of his rage, Tanaka’s eyes widened.

You flinched. You flinched at him.

Did you seriously think he was going to hit you? 

Taking a shaky breath, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, which made you flinch more and slowly open your eyes to look into his. Your eyes held nothing but pure fear. You couldn’t help it- Tanaka was big, strong and intimidating. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“Please don’t look at me like that, baby.. I’m sorry.. I’ll never hit you.” Tanaka whispered softly and pulled you in for a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry I scared you like that..” He murmured lightly.

Shakily, you took a breath, letting your tears slip down your cheeks. “Ngh.. ‘M sorry I annoyed you Tana...” You whispered softly, crying into his shoulder. “’M just... Scared. Kiyoko is beautiful and has the best personality and I’m just... Me.” You admitted, finally calming down when you realised that Tanaka would never ever hurt you, no matter how much you angered him.

Tanaka’s eyes softened and he gently stroke your hair. “Exactly. You’re you. That’s why I love you, baby.” He whispered gently and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

Slowly, you leaned into his touch more, “Okay...”

Tanaka sighed gently, “I didn’t realise I was being too touchy with her, but I’ll stop for you baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled weakly back.

“Icecream?” He asked.

“Please.”

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Ushijima

You always knew volleyball was his passion. It was his everything, and you respected that. 

Still though, when you became his girlfriend, you thought that maybe you’d at least tie with volleyball in importance. However, you soon realised three months into the relationship that what you believed didn’t seem to be the case. In fact, it seemed as if you were more of a chore for Ushijima than something he enjoyed spending his time on. 

Eventually, it all got too much.

You watched him practise from the side-lines, frowning since he barely even glanced at you, let alone said hello. Of course, you didn’t mind. He was focused on practising, so it would make sense if he didn’t acknowledge you.

Ushijima paused his practise to get a small drink and you took this opportunity to encourage him and drop off his lunch since he had a tendency to forget his. “Ushi, you’re doing so-” You started, but was soon cut off by your blunt lover.

“(Y/N), can’t you see I’m focusing right now? I’ll talk later, but right now volleyball is all that matters. You’re irrelevant right now.” He retorted swiftly, before shrugging you off and going back to practise his spikes. 

Biting your lip slightly, you swallowed thickly and looked down at your feet in shame. Those words hurt, even if they weren’t the most aggressive. Maybe he did only see you as a burden. The thought made you shiver and deepen your frown. The last thing you wanted was to hold your boyfriend back, even if it hurt you. Taking one last glance at Ushijima, you set his lunch down by his bottle and turned away, hiding the tears in your eyes by looking at the ground. 

It felt as if someone was squeezing your heart in your chest, and a lump soon formed in your throat. You choked on a sob and headed home, turning off your phone completely. 

Once you had reached the comfort of your house, you collapsed on your bed and sobbed silently into a pillow, curling tightly into a small ball. 

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You were unsure as to how long you had been crying for, but you soon awoke from a slumber when you felt the bed dip and a large arm wrap around your waist. Biting your lip, you turned your head to come face to face with Ushiwaka. “Ushi...” You whispered quietly.

“My love, you have been crying. Your eyes are red and puffy.” He stated and frowned lightly. “What happened?” The male gently brushed his thumb against your hip, caressing it tenderly.

Tensing up, you sat up and pushed his hand away lightly. “Ushijima..” You started and looked down, clenching your fists together. “Is volleyball really that important to you..?” You whispered out, barely loud enough for him to hear.

The brute frowned and also sat up, narrowing his eyes slightly, “(Y/N), why are you so annoyed over my passion?” He asked and let out a scoff. “What, are you jealous of a ball? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” Ushijima’s voice raised slightly, but he soon shut up when he noticed you flinch and sink deeper into the bed. 

You avoided eye contact from your lover and gripped the sheets tightly in your hand, “’M sorry..” You whispered out as tears filled your vision. “Maybe I am being ridiculous.. I just think that...” You choked on a sob. “That you’d be better off with someone else. All I seem to do is hold you back from doing what you love. ‘M just a pain..” Hurt filled your voice and you swallowed thickly.

Ushijima’s eyes widened slightly and he frowned, gently taking your hands into his large ones. “Darling... You are all I want. I am sorry if those comments I said earlier made you feel insecure, but I truly do care for you. You are the only person I want in my life.” Gently, he placed his forehead on yours and kissed away your tears. “You are anything but a pain, my love.”

Looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, you smiled lightly and pressed your lips against his delicately. “You’re forgiven, Ushi..”

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #angst #haikyuuangst #tanaka angst #ushiwaka angst #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima angst #requestsopen #haikyuu comfort #tanaka ryuunosuke

[kuroosonlywife]

it’s you.

Oikawa always liked to sleep alone,

He was a clingy person but he always liked his space.

He wouldn’t mind being curled up next to someone, 

The idea was truly comforting.

His bed was warm enough as it was, and he could enjoy the peaceful night,

Alone again, by himself. As it had almost always been.

He never realized he would learn to hate that solitude,

His teenage years seemed so long ago.

The feeling of his thoughts drowning him out was normally his mode of comfort,

But after the long nights,

After the hard work days,

When everything seemed a little too much,

Iwaizumi’s arms were more of a bed then his own had ever been.

Oikawa had learned to love the feeling of being held close,

His muscles obtained a memory, of being in such proximity.

It was heaven among earth, he never thought he could feel such a way.

And when he had to leave that paradise, 

Like Adam and Eve leaving the garden,

Oikawa Tooru, deemed looks of an Angel and a heart of gold,

Let out an ungodly cry,

His muscles learned over time to repress the memory,

But his brain never did.

He never realized how deadly

His thoughts could go,

Reminding him always,

That in a parallel universe 

His arms never lost the thought of his old lover,

But a parallel universe wasn’t his own.

The nightstand on the other side of the bed was bare,

Typically a picture would stand there of the two.

He was so used to seeing it, 

But it was sitting in the trash in the bathroom, 

As shattered and torn as it could be.

He missed his Iwa-Chan,

The indent on the left side of the bed 

had never seemed so empty before.

these are all mine~~

#oikawa #oikawatooru #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #iwaoi angst #haikyuuangst #haikyuuship #haikyuu #original work #oikawa angst #iwaizumi angst

[animeangst]

heeeeey can I get uuuuuuuuh atsumu hates summer because it reminds him of you?

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Atsumu x Reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: General Angst Scenario

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cheating, a few curse words

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 455

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Feel free to send summer and general requests!

Thank you for your request! I love getting requests so much ngl, so you can kind of send whatever my way. I read all of them and I wait for a good flow before I write which is why I take so long, oops

I have like a million drafts and no motivation, but I feel like that is everyone at all times.

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The summer was supposed to be fun, or well that's what most people say. It is supposed to be a time for relaxing, but for Atsumu it was torture.

All he could ever think about was you in the summer. Your smile was as bright as the sun. Your hair was as delicate as the waves. Every good thing in summer just reminded him of what he lost and it devastated him.

Everyone who knew Atsumu knew to leave him alone in the summer. As much as he loved you and how happy you made him feel, it did not translate into his mood. Atsumu spent the summer as bitter as ever; only wishing to see you on that towel next to him at the beach, or in the chair across from him at the ice cream parlor.

It was futile of course, Atsumu had fucked up 3 years ago before he realized everything he had. He had cheated on you at the end of your first summer together. He swears it was a lapse in judgement, but it hurt you to your core.

Once you had found out you left, and never turned back. You had blocked him on everything, and he was never able to find you again. Atsumu assumes you had just moved on, maybe even moved away.

The two of you haven’t seen each other in 3 years until that summer. Atsumu had spotted the top of your head from a distance. He couldn’t believe it, after 3 years he finally saw you again. Atsumu dropped whatever he was doing; it was no longer important. Atsumu followed after you on the busy boardwalk. He tried his best to catch up and weave through the crowd. His friends wondering what was up with him started to follow suit.

Try as he might, the waves of people pushed more and more, and the distance between the two of you grew. It was a futile effort that you were not even aware of. Atsumu slowed until he was standing on the boardwalk, people flowing past him like a stream.

Deep down Atsumu knew that you didn’t want to see him; if he were you he wouldn’t either. It had been three years. Three years that Atsumu followed the dream of being able to see you again; yet once he had the chance he couldn’t.

Atsumu had to let it go, let you go. You were better off without him, Atsumu thought. His dream washed away like the sand from the beach. His friends had caught up to him and questioned his actions.

“It was nothing,” Atsumu said. “I thought I saw someone.” With that Atsumu too turned around and walked away, never looking back.

#haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu drabbles #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #haikyuuangst's summer requests #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyū!!

[heauxzenji]

Brainrot Kinktober - Masterlist

We’re finally here! Kinktober has begun and we’re super excited about it! Here’s the final line up for the event- all posts by me in red, and all posts by Kristen in Black! 🔞🔞🔞

All works will be linked to this post, and we will be posting for the event daily around 10pm

(in our own timezones tho lol- mine is PST, Kristen is EST)

10/1: 𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖞𝖘 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙- Yahaba Shigeru (Hate Sex)

10/2: 𝕴𝖈𝖞 𝕳𝖔𝖙 - Ushijima Wakatoshi (Temperature Play)

10/3: 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖊- Yaku Morisuke (Marking)

10/4: 𝕬 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊-  Kuroo Tetsuro (Spitting)

10/5: 𝕬 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖛𝖆𝖘 - Tendou Satori (Cumplay)

10/6: 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖘 - Hinata Shoyo (Car Sex)

10/7: 𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖆 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖎𝖘- Akaashi Keiji and Tsukishima Kei (Double Penetration)

10/8: 𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗 - Kyotani Kentaro (Thigh Fucking/Riding)

10/9: 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝕮𝖔𝖔𝖑- Ukai Keishin (Public Sex)

10/10: 𝕶𝖚𝖒𝖟𝖚𝖒𝖊- Kozume Kenma (Voyeurism/Exhibitionism)

10/11: 𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕴𝖙 - Sawamura Daichi (Bondage)

10/12: 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚 - Semi Eita (Face Fucking)

10/13: 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 - Oikawa Toru (Choking)

10/14: 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕺𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊- Ennnoshita Chikara (Brat Taming)

10/15: 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕸𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕴𝖙 - Daishou Suguru (Degradation)

10/16: 𝕾𝖊𝖝 𝕴𝖘𝖓’𝖙 𝖆𝖓 𝕺𝖑𝖞𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙 - Iwaizumi Hajime (Sextape)

10/17: 𝕮𝖚𝖙𝖊 - Miya Atsumu (Femdom)

10/18: 𝕿𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕻𝖊𝖙 - Miya Osamu (Corruption)

10/19: 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝕻𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 - Kageyama Tobio (Impact Play)

10/20: 𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 - Yamaguchi Tadashi (Virginity Loss)

10/21: 𝕬 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 - Terushima Yuji (Facesitting)

10/22: 𝕻𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 - Hanamaki Takahiro (Mutual Masturbation)

10/23: 𝕭𝖊𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝕴𝖙 - Nishinoya Yu (Pegging)

10/24: 𝕻𝖗𝖊-𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 - Matsukawa Issei (Dry Humping)

10/25: 𝕮𝖗𝖞𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 -  Sakusa Kiyoomi (Dacryphilia)

10/26: 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖘 - Goshiki Tsutomu (Hair Pulling)

10/27: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕸𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖊 - Sugawara Koushi (Squirting)

10/28: 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 - Shirabu Kenjiro (Edging/Orgasm Denial)

10/29: 𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉 - Haiba Alisa (Lingerie)

10/30: 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘 - Bokuto Kotaro (Overstimulation & Size Kink)

10/31: 𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖞 - Tanaka Ryuunosuke (Anal & Daddy Kink)

Our taglist is closed now, but here are those who are on it! (if your tag is in bold, pls check ur privacy settings to make sure we can tag you!)

@riniwrits @definitelythotful @shrimpypenis @nonexistent-social-life @crushingonsuga @revolutionary-chocolate-cake @right-shoe-jpg @sugawara-sweetheart @nxynxy @aoba-baby @arianna20 @scorpiosanssexy @ceo-of-daichi @dinosaurtsukki @turquoiselace @nonamemaximum @omibaby @chokemelevi @bokuakadaily @haikyuuangst @cutie-aesthetic-palace @whet-ones-write @superdepressedhoe @iwachanswh0re @crushzone @kiseox @mysticalroadnightempath @toobsessedsstuff @trouvelle @kodzu-ken @elianetsantana @sonyaroses-blog @tsukkisbitch @mrs-kuroojinguji @tendousfingers

#brainrot kinktober #kinktober 2020 #kinktober prompts #Kinktober #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu hc #hq writing #hq headcanon #hq headcanons #hq smut #hq x reader #hq insert #haikyuu insert #hq fic #hq scenarios #hq drabble

[ao3feed-daisuga]

Iwa is very gay

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dtshcJ

by InhaleIwaoiOrParish

“do i like him in that way?”

“why don’t you just tell me the things you’re thinking just as they come to your mind.”

“i really wish i knew what was bothering Oikawa today, i really hope he’ll tell me, i want to fix it, i just want to see him happy like on the bus”

  he probably doesn’t know he’s talking out loud now.

“He was honestly just so- beautiful- i want to see that again- so badly“

  “but what the fuck do i do now?”

“confess, obviously. dumbass”

Words: 4428, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: ハイパープロジェクション演劇「ハイキュー!!」| Hyper Projection Play "Haikyuu!!" RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: jfc here we go, Noya, Asahi, nishinoya - Character, Oikawa, iwa - Character, iwaizumi, Suga, Daichi, Tsukishima, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, yachi, Kiyoko, Hanamaki - Character, others i’m too lazy to type

Relationships: IwaOi, daisuga, tsukiyama if you squint, probably some hinted kagehina, kiyoko x yachi mayhaps idk the ship name, asanoya kinda, other gay ass ships

Additional Tags: Angst, HaikyuuAngst, panicattacks, selfharm, suicide attempts probably, Abusive Mom, why do i hurt oikawa so much, I Will Go Down With This Ship, im probably not gonna be consistent

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dtshcJ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #daisuga #hq

[ao3feed-asanoya]

Iwa is very gay

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dtshcJ

by InhaleIwaoiOrParish

“do i like him in that way?”

“why don’t you just tell me the things you’re thinking just as they come to your mind.”

“i really wish i knew what was bothering Oikawa today, i really hope he’ll tell me, i want to fix it, i just want to see him happy like on the bus”

  he probably doesn’t know he’s talking out loud now.

“He was honestly just so- beautiful- i want to see that again- so badly“

  “but what the fuck do i do now?”

“confess, obviously. dumbass”

Words: 4428, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: ハイパープロジェクション演劇「ハイキュー!!」| Hyper Projection Play "Haikyuu!!" RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: jfc here we go, Noya, Asahi, nishinoya - Character, Oikawa, iwa - Character, iwaizumi, Suga, Daichi, Tsukishima, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, yachi, Kiyoko, Hanamaki - Character, others i’m too lazy to type

Relationships: IwaOi, daisuga, tsukiyama if you squint, probably some hinted kagehina, kiyoko x yachi mayhaps idk the ship name, asanoya kinda, other gay ass ships

Additional Tags: Angst, HaikyuuAngst, panicattacks, selfharm, suicide attempts probably, Abusive Mom, why do i hurt oikawa so much, I Will Go Down With This Ship, im probably not gonna be consistent

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dtshcJ

#haikyuu!! #asanoya #azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Iwa is very gay

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dtshcJ

by InhaleIwaoiOrParish

“do i like him in that way?”

“why don’t you just tell me the things you’re thinking just as they come to your mind.”

“i really wish i knew what was bothering Oikawa today, i really hope he’ll tell me, i want to fix it, i just want to see him happy like on the bus”

  he probably doesn’t know he’s talking out loud now.

“He was honestly just so- beautiful- i want to see that again- so badly“

  “but what the fuck do i do now?”

“confess, obviously. dumbass”

Words: 1847, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ハイパープロジェクション演劇「ハイキュー!!」| Hyper Projection Play "Haikyuu!!" RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: jfc here we go, Noya, Asahi, nishinoya - Character, Oikawa, iwa - Character, iwaizumi, Suga, Daichi, Tsukishima, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, yachi, Kiyoko, Hanamaki - Character, others i’m too lazy to type

Relationships: IwaOi, daisuga, tsukiyama if you squint, probably some hinted kagehina, kiyoko x yachi mayhaps idk the ship name, asanoya kinda, other gay ass ships

Additional Tags: Angst, HaikyuuAngst, panicattacks, selfharm, suicide attempts probably, Abusive Mom, why do i hurt oikawa so much, I Will Go Down With This Ship, im probably not gonna be consistent

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dtshcJ

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

[ao3feed-kiyoyachi]

by InhaleIwaoiOrParish

“do i like him in that way?”

“why don’t you just tell me the things you’re thinking just as they come to your mind.”

“i really wish i knew what was bothering Oikawa today, i really hope he’ll tell me, i want to fix it, i just want to see him happy like on the bus”

  he probably doesn’t know he’s talking out loud now.

“He was honestly just so- beautiful- i want to see that again- so badly“

  “but what the fuck do i do now?”

“confess, obviously. dumbass”

Words: 4428, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: ハイパープロジェクション演劇「ハイキュー!!」| Hyper Projection Play "Haikyuu!!" RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: jfc here we go, Noya, Asahi, nishinoya - Character, Oikawa, iwa - Character, iwaizumi, Suga, Daichi, Tsukishima, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, yachi, Kiyoko, Hanamaki - Character, others i’m too lazy to type

Relationships: IwaOi, daisuga, tsukiyama if you squint, probably some hinted kagehina, kiyoko x yachi mayhaps idk the ship name, asanoya kinda, other gay ass ships

Additional Tags: Angst, HaikyuuAngst, panicattacks, selfharm, suicide attempts probably, Abusive Mom, why do i hurt oikawa so much, I Will Go Down With This Ship, im probably not gonna be consistent

#ao3feed kiyoyachi #kiyoyachi #kiyoko shimizu #yachi hitoka #haikyuu!! #hq fics #ao3feed

[kuroosonlywife]

selfish.

Sakusa sunk onto the floor,

His body 

Colliding with the door.

He looked 

Up into the sky, the moon

Always still shone.

Even when hours before, the 

Only one

He had ever loved had

Left.

Left yet again,

Left like they always do.

Who’s fault was it?

He sunk farther into his knees, providing no 

room to speak.

It was his, of course it was always

His.

Why would he do that?

He

Didn’t

Know.

Why was he like this?

He 

Didn’t 

Know.

He didn’t know how to love.

Atsumu miya was the only 

One 

Willing

To teach him.

And what did he do?

What did

He do.

I love you,

Were three words that didn’t seem

To mean much to the other.

But 

I 

Love

You

Was an

Ocean

To sakusa,

Love 

Was a word

That seemed so hollow

With simple actions

It was torn

If he tore

Atsumu’s 

Love

For

Him

Would he be safe?

Would he be protected?

From the crashing 

Waves

The long 

Nights

The 

Endless

Eyebags

The endless

Tears.

Would he be spared?

From sakusa’s

Slowly evolving

mad

Ness.

Would he be loved

By someone else

The way that sakusa

Loved him?

An end

Less

Field of flowers

Sun as warm

As what he imagined atsumu’s

Heart was.

Gold and beautiful.

Sakusa selfishly threw his head back,

The pain was welcomed.

Its almost as if

He couldn’t

Get enough.

#haikyuu #sakusakiyoomi #atsumumiya #atsumu #sakusa #sakuatsu #sakuatsuangst #haikyuuangst #haikyuuship #inarizaki #itachiyama #haikyuu!!

[animeangst]

Can I get a Iwaizumi Angst of he doesn't like summer because when he was younger his dad would always body shame him when he was in swim suits, so now he always wears clothes that covers his entire body during the summer, like jeans and a long sleeve shirt. And because of that he is out with the team one very hot day and he passes out from heat stroke right infront of them? You can control the rest

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Iwaizumi (Oikawa x Iwaizumi if you squint)

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Scenario, Light angst, Fluff-ish ending

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Body image

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 493

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This is the start of my big summer scenarios! Request here

I thought this prompt was interesting and I hope I did it justice. It is a bit short and straight to the point, but I kind of like that. For those of us (I am included in this) who like to cover up during summer, please just be sure to remain safe and drink a lot of water!

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Iwaizumi hated summer. It was too hot, too humid and too long. It didn’t help that he felt the need to cover up every inch of his body during it. His father always commented on his physique ever since he was little, especially during the summer when everyone was wearing as little as possible to stay cool. It was always “you’re too skinny” or “you’re gaining weight” never a summer without those comments. In order to stop hearing these comments that bothered him so much, he just covered up. Sure it was hard, but Iwaizumi had gotten used to it.

That is how Iwaizumi found himself at the beach, in jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, on the hottest recorded day in 100 years. Of course his team questioned him, who wouldn't? It was normal to cover up to a certain extent, but Iwa was quite literally laying in the sand with jeans. Those jeans will never be sandless again. Oikawa had seen this before, seeing him cover up, but this was ridiculous.

“Come on Iwa, can you at least wear a t-shirt?” Oikawa questioned. “Ya know a short sleeve one.” Iwaizumi looked like he was cooking from the inside out, his forehead was covered in sweat and it was starting to peek through the fabric on his back. “You look like you are cooking”

“I’m fine shitty-kawa” Iwaizumi huffed. He knew he was hot, and he was not feeling great. Iwaizumi did feel ridiculous, but that didn’t stop him from feeling uncomfortable. If only it was a few degrees cooler or he had said no to going like he normally would.

“Hey! Iwa, Oikawa, come play with us” Matzukawa yelled. Him and the rest of the team were, pitifully one might say, attempting to play beach volleyball. Iwaizumi was not one to say no to showing off in volleyball, so as the two men got up to go over, Iwa felt his head spin.

As soon as Iwaizumi had fully stood up, he fell back down unconscious. Oikawa and the team rushed over to see what was up, and they realized this was not good. Hanamaki was the first to call for an ambulance.

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Iwaizumi eventually woke up in the hospital. He groggily looked over to the chair next to him and saw Oikawa with his head hung down asleep. Iwaizumi let out a groan as he tried to sit up, awakening the sleeping setter beside him.

“You idiot.” Oikawa started. “You realize you could have died; hell you were out for a week.”

“A week?” Iwaizumi interjected.

“Yes, a week. You could have at least been drinking water. If you keep going out like this you’re just going to drop dead instead.” Oikawa let out a long sigh as he pushed his fingers through his hair. Deep down he knew that Iwaizumi wouldn’t just miraculously start being okay with himself, but Oikawa decided that he would try his darndest to help.

#haikyu angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu captains #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi imagine #oikawa x iwaizumi #haikyuuangst's summer requests

[heauxzenji]

Brainrot Kinktober 10/5

a blank canvas

Cumplay: Tendou Satori x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is PURE filth- unprotected sex (why am I like this), spitting, squirting, tit-fucking, light dirty talk, obviously cum/cumplay, taking pics but it’s consensual, overstim kinda, Tendou is gross but god it’s so sexy

Word Count: 730

There’s a symphony of sinful sounds echoing throughout Tendou’s bedroom- skin slapping against skin, deep grunts, the creaking of his bed frame , intensely strained moans, a sickening, wet squelching… but you couldn’t be bothered to care if his housemates had heard; he was making you feel so good- too good.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Don’t fucking stop!”

He had you on all fours, roughly drilling into your sopping cunt. You had already cum on his cock twice now, and the way his balls were brushing against your clit with each intense thrust had your third orgasm quickly bubbling up. Tendou had pulled your head back by your neck, tipping your chin up to him as he licked his lips and stared into your eyes. You knew what that look meant. You immediately opened your mouth, seeing a sliver of spit leave his and enter your own, you swallowing hard and shoving your face back down into his mattress.

“That’s it- right fucking there,” he hissed, delivering a powerful strike to your ass, grabbing your hips and speeding up even more, hell bent on making you conuvulse. His stamina was unmatched, and when coupled with the fact that he was quite honestly the nastiest man you’d ever been with was enough to keep you cumming- and coming back for more.

“Cum on my cock right fucking now,” he commanded.

His words and another smack against your ass were enough to have you screaming as you rode out your high, your pussy convulsing and gushing over him, another wet spot in his mattress forming below you. He loved the mess, he loved the sight of his lower half being soaked in your arousal and lust for him.

His hand slapped against your now dripping hole before sinking his fingers inside, mixing up your juices as he held you there just to hear the depraved sounds coming out of your sloppy cunt. He loved it. He pulled out, sucking his fingers clean and finally allowing you to flop down onto the bed, before flipping you onto your back, licking his palm and stroking his cock.

“Push your tits together, pretty baby,” he snarled.

He took his phone from the nightstand as you did exactly what he said, waiting for him to slide his throbbing cock in between.

“Say cheese,” he snapped the lewd photograph of you, flash making it hard to see in the dimly lit room, but you looked absolutely beautiful in your fucked out state, tongue out and mouth wide open for him as he lay in between your chest.

“A keeper, like always,” he grinned, finally starting to fuck your tits.

You pushed them together as he thrusted in between them, licking little stripes at his head, oozing with Precum. Tendou rolled your nipples in between his fingers. His breath started to become more ragged, letting you know he was close.

“Cum for me, ‘Tori,” you purred. “I want your cum all over me!”

“Your wish is my command,” he cooed, tracing a finger along your jawline and into your mouth. Your suckling of his fingers was enough to send him over the edge, spilling hot cum all over your neck, chest, and face.

He couldn’t resist snapping another photo- this time with you so desperately licking his release from any point that you could drag it up with your fingers.

“Such a filthy fucking cumslut. Fucking beautiful filthy cumslut,” he smirked.

He traced his finger along his own trail of cum, swirling it around and along your body. His cock was still twitching as he rubbed his thumb against the tip, wiping up the last bits of his release and adding it to the pool, dragging his seed along your stomach into the shape of a heart.

“You’re sick!” You squealed, giggles filling the room as he began to wipe you down.

“I am an artist, actually,” he retorted. “And your body is my canvas. I’m free to decorate it however I want,” he trailed off.

You pulled him down onto you, leaving his face hovering a few inches from yours. Your free hand found your way to his length, pumping him again to feel him harden at your touch once more. Tendou cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Then paint me, Picasso,” you smirked. He shuddered at the combination of your words and your touch, cock stiffening again almost immediately.

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[honey-makki]

Brainrot Kinktober Masterlist

We are only a few days out and we couldn’t be more excited! Titles and the final line up are here! Everything in red (on odd days) is done by Daisy ( @heauxzenji )and mine are in black (on even days)!

Postings will occur at 10pm in our local timezones. Daisy is PST and I am EST.

10/1: 𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖞𝖘 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙- Yahaba Shigeru (Hate Sex)

10/2: 𝕴𝖈𝖞 𝕳𝖔𝖙 - Ushijima Wakatoshi (Temperature Play)

10/3: 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖊- Yaku Morisuke (Marking)

10/4: 𝕬 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊-  Kuroo Tetsuro (Spittiing)

10/5: 𝕬 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖛𝖆𝖘 - Tendou Satori (Cumplay)

10/6: 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖘 - Hinata Shoyo (Car Sex)

10/7: 𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖆 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖎𝖘- Akaashi Keiji and Tsukishima Kei (Double Penetration)

10/8: 𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗 - Kyotani Kentaro (Thigh Fucking/Riding)

10/9: 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝕮𝖔𝖔𝖑- Ukai Keishin (Public Sex)

10/10: 𝕶𝖚𝖒𝖟𝖚𝖒𝖊- Kozume Kenma (Voyeurism/Exhibitionism)

10/11: 𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕴𝖙 - Daichi Sawamura (Bondage)

10/12: 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚 - Semi Eita (Face Fucking)

10/13: 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 - Oikawa Toru (Breath Play/Choking)

10/14: 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕺𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊- Ennnoshita Chikara (Brat Taming)

10/15: 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕸𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕴𝖙 - Daishou Suguru (Degradation)

10/16: 𝕾𝖊𝖝 𝕴𝖘𝖓’𝖙 𝖆𝖓 𝕺𝖑𝖞𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙 - Iwaizumi Hajime (Sextape)

10/17: 𝕮𝖚𝖙𝖊 - Miya Atsumu (Femdom)

10/18: 𝕿𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕻𝖊𝖙 - Miya Osamu (Corruption)

10/19: 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝕻𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 - Kageyama Tobio (Impact Play)

10/20: 𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 - Yamaguchi Tadashi (Virginity Loss)

10/21: 𝕬 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 - Terushima Yuji (Facesitting)

10/22: 𝕻𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 - Hanamaki Takahiro (Mutual Masturbation)

10/23: 𝕭𝖊𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝕴𝖙 - Nishinoya Yu (Pegging)

10/24: 𝕻𝖗𝖊-𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 - Matsukawa Issei (Dry Humping)

10/25: 𝕮𝖗𝖞𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 -  Sakusa Kiyoomi (Dacryphilia)

10/26: 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖘 - Goshiki Tsutomu (Hair Pulling)

10/27: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕸𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖊 - Sugawara Koushi (Squirting)

10/28: 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 - Shirabu Kenjiro (Edging/Orgasm Denial)

10/29: 𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉 - Haiba Alisa (Lingerie)

10/30: 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘 - Bokuto Kotaro (Overstimulation & Size Kink)

10/31: 𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖞 - Tanaka Ryuunosuke (Anal & Daddy Kink)

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