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memoryofapricity · 1 year

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the stranger with onigiri. OsaSuna

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 – 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 – 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 – 𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

the continuous rattle coming from the train tracks was surprisingly pleasant. it added up to the cozy ambience of the passenger car.

Rintarō had never been on a train before, until now. to be honest, he didn't think it would be as enjoyable as everyone claimed. but now he was travelling to meet a potential employer.

he had his messenger bag, along with a separate bag with his systems camera, tucked neatly to his right side on the window seat.

he savored the soft chatter of others in the cart. it reminded him of the milieu of a café, but instead of people pausing to enjoy a cup of coffee, they were all on their way to a destination, and this was nothing but a transitory state to pass through.

Rintarō thought about closing his eyes, hopefully waking up right as the train neared his stop. but he didn't feel tired enough to fall asleep.

he'd always been an observer, looking at the world through the lens of a camera. when he was younger, his grandfather taught him the wonders of photography. ever since then, he aspired to build a career as a photographer. he hoped to make his grandpa proud.

the only thing left of the old Suna was a pocket watch his son had restored and put on a necklace chain, before giving it to Rintarō.

to this day, the young man wore it wherever he went.

while fiddling with the watch, he eyed the other passengers in the cart. he saw families, pairs of friends, a grandmother and her grandson... but his gaze stopped at a lone passenger.

the other young man was clutching onto a brown paper bag. Rintarō wondered what it could possibly contain. the stranger's hair was brown, with hints of silver that glistened in the warm lighting.

Rintarō had never seen an expression that looked so at peace, as the one on this passenger's face.

he got the urge to sketch. he had to capture the essence of this person, but snapping a picture wouldn't go unnoticed.

he took out his notebook, flipped to a new, untouched page, and got to drawing.

minutes passed, yet the stranger remained still.

around the half an hour mark, Rintarō was working on the details of the hair, when he looked up from the drawing and was met with grey eyes staring at him.

he felt like a deer that got caught in the headlights of a car.

the stranger's lips curved into a sly smile before he stood up and made his way to the seat in front of Rintarō.

he sat down before asking: "were ya drawin' me?"

"yes... I can throw it away if it makes you uncomfortable", Rintarō said hesitantly.

of course he didn't want to get rid of this drawing. he actually thought he'd succeeded at recreating the emotions behind the collected look.

"nah, it's fine, but I wanna see it", the stranger said to the artist's surprise.

"well, it's still unfinished."

"oh, 'm sorry, did I ruin it by movin'?"

"no, not necessarily... it might be better to get a look at your features up close."

the stranger smiled lazily as Rintarō started analyzing his features. pointy nose, thick eyebrows and lashes, soft looking lips...

everything about this man was captivating; from the way he spoke to his body language.

Rintarō was almost finished with the portrait when the stranger opened the paper bag and offered it to him.

"ya want onigiri?"

Rintarō looked at the rice balls. they seemed homemade instead of store bought. he took one and bit into it, flavors of duck and ginger filling his mouth instantaneously.

"this is really good", he mumbled out with some rice still left in his mouth.

"thanks. I made 'em myself", the man told him.

after a moment of silence and a couple onigiri, Rintarō handed his notebook across the seats.

the stranger's eyes widened in wonder.

"holy shit, this is good!"

Rintarō chuckled. people's reactions to seeing their portraits always amused him.

"I absolutely don't want ya to throw this away", the man added as he handed the pad back, "ya could earn money from drawin'."

"it's a side hustle", Rintarō admitted as he set the notebook onto his lap and crossed his hands over it.

"what do ya do for work, then?"

"I'm a photographer."

"ooh, well ya clearly have an artistic eye, so it makes sense."

Rintarō's lips tugged upwards, forming a small smile. he looked straight at the person sitting across him. those grey eyes looked like they held a calm before the storm in them.

"how about you?" he inquired.

"me 'n my brother run a bakery", the man answered, his sentence trailing off slightly as he turned to look out the window, "it's always been a family business."

Rintarō admired people who had their own businesses. it took a certain kind of bravery to run one; something he could only wish he had.

"don't move", he broke the silence as he took out his camera.

he readied the device, lifting it up against the side of his face, and zoomed out to make sure he got some of the surroundings as well.

the shutter was heard.

Rintarō looked at the display, seeing the photo he just took. the model was still looking through the window, longingly. perfect.

an announcement was heard before the train started braking.

"oh, this is my stop", the photographer said vaguely.

the silvered brunette cleared his throat: "well then, that means our time's comin' to an end."

Rintarō wanted to stay there; sit in this train until the end of the line, just talking with this mesmerizing stranger he'd come across.

instead, he admitted defeat.

"I suppose so."

"what's yer name?"

"Suna Rintarō."

"it was nice to meet ya, Sunarin. may we meet again when ya ride this train next time", the stranger spoke as he took his leave, returning back to his original seat.

Rintarō threw his messenger bag over his shoulder, hung the camera on his neck and clutched the notebook against his chest before stepping out of the train.

the brunette stood on the platform, turning to watch the train as it left again, heading towards the next station. he wondered which stop the stranger would get off at.

that's right, he never asked for a name.

he looked at the notebook in his arms. carefully, he opened it, flipping through the pages until he found the newest sketch. he took out a pencil once more, scribbling a few words to the bottom right corner of the page.

"Koi No Yokan; the stranger with onigiri"

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1107

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧: 5th of November, 2022

#my writing #osasuna #sunaosa #osamu miya #miya osamu #suna rintaro #rintaro suna #osamu x suna #suna x osamu #haikyuu!!#hq fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot

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munchcorner · 2 years

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Choking Hazard!

Osamu is usually the one who cooks their meals. So, Suna decided that the best way to propose to Osamu was by cooking something for him. But it ends up becoming a choking hazard.

#osasuna #sunaosa #osamu x suna #suna x osamu #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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sunarc · 6 months

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cw: breeding,videotaping, belly bulging,

Any chance he gets he likes to watch his cum drip from your holes, his favorite being your pussy. He calls it his tight little cum bucket. He’ll chuckle a grin as he wipes any residue of cum from your fold with his cock and shove it back into your hole.

“You know I hate being wasteful” he groans as he sinks his cock back into you.

You can barely pull yourself together as you whine and whimper from the overstimulation. He’s so sadistic he’ll make you hold the camera up to your pussy so that you can get a view of how he fucks the cum back inside. He knows you can barely keep your eyes open so holding a camera is almost impossible at the moment.

“Come on I thought you wanted to make a movie” he grins menacingly staring deep into the camera.

Your moans are desperate and loud. He gives you slow long strokes just so he knows you can feel every vein and inch of his cock.

“Tell the camera where you feel me Angel” he licks his lips eyes filled with lust.

He knows exactly where you feel him. The print of his cock fucking into you is evident.

“Right here” you slur as you place a shaky hand on your lower stomach while the other holds the camera barely able to keep your hand steady.

He places his hand there and pushes down slightly.

“That’s where our baby is gonna be” he whispers

You let out a loud moan at the pressure of his hand. The feeling is so overwhelming you almost drop the camera.

“Don’t drop it ” he chuckles darkly “or we’ll have to start all over again”

He pushes your legs further apart so he can shove himself deeper in between them. His thrust are steady as he fucks you. You feel your body jolt back with each rough stroke. He grabs you by the throat pulling you close to him.

“Come, I want you to get a good view of how your pussy’s sucking my cock in”

You're trembling holding the camera up. Your moans are loud you feel the embarrassment flooding through you thinking about looking back on the video.

“Look at that, damn near sucking me dry.”

The squelching sounds that pair with his thrust leaving you whimpering. Everything leaves you moaning desperately. His hand grips your throat holding you up so you can get a view of how he fucks you. His cock feels so big all you can do is moan and drool at the sight of him plunging himself deep into you. He’s been fucking you for so long your voice has grown hoarse.

“You’re so messy” he chuckles “We’re gonna have to change the sheets after this”

His eyes are trained onto where the two of you meet watching the way your juices spray out onto him.

“You see that baby” his grip on your throat tightens as his thrust pick up speed “She’s telling me how much she loves me”

You’re too far gone, you can barely form words.

“Keep that camera steady, I want you to catch how pretty this pussy looks with my cum dripping out”

Gojo, Toji, Getou, Nana-fucking-mi, Matsukawa, Suna, Osamu, Kuroo, Sakusa, Kita, Tsukishima, Connie, Onyankopon, Levi

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tonycries · 1 month

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I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera

Synopsis. On your knees in front of your boyfriend, it was just an innocent video, right? So why are you hearing his best friend’s voice from behind the screen?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, being recorded, voyeurism, oral (male receiving), exhibitionism, mentioned threesome, cowgirl, dirty talk, pet names (babe), swearing.

Word count. 1.5k

A/N. Surprise post. Art by @_3aem on X.

“Smile for the camera, babe.”

You would - if you weren’t choking on his throbbing cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, throaty little gurgles muffled by his leaking tip hitting the back of your throat.

The flashlight was blinding.

Harsh light bouncing off your boyfriend’s half-lidded eyes, pupils blown. Chest rising and falling erratically, hungry gaze locked on the way you gag and moan around his dick. “Mmm yeah- oh fuck yeah, deeper. Milk me dry, babe. Look s’pretty on film.”

Strangled praises only spurring you to obey mindlessly, you relax your throat - shoving his pulsing dick deeper and deeper. Inch by inch. Your nose pressing into the tufts of hair on his pelvis, wet with precum and spit. Too cock-drunk to think too hard about the rustling from the screen.

Precum salty on your tongue, you flick his sensitive slit in a way that makes him throw his head back - phone unsteady in one hand, the other searing on your scalp. Breath hitching, he bobs your head in increasingly urgent movements - up, up, up. Desperate, jerky thrusts of his hips like he’s trying to fuck something delicious out for you.

Your boyfriend's knuckles are white on his phone. Deliriously, you wonder why the fuck he even bothered with the video at this point - too shaky, too impatient.

Almost as if he could read your mind, a low whisper rings in your ear, breath hot on your face. “Don’ worry about that, babe.”, zooming in on your swollen, glossy lips. “Jus’ focus on what you’re doing like the filthy slut you are.”

Feeding off the electricity crackling in the air, you tighten the hands massaging his tight balls. Pressing right between them in the way you knew drove him crazy.

You squeal - as much as you can with his throbbing erection lodged in your throat - nails digging into his hips as they tremble and buck into your plush mouth. “Ah! Oh fuck- Hngh- Baby, m’gonna m’gonna-”

His words turn into breathy moans, signaling the beginning of the end. With a final thrust, he explodes in thick ropes of cum that paint your mouth white. You struggle to swallow the hot spurts of seed quickly enough, coughing around his twitching cock. Cum spilling out of your bruised lips, specks splattering onto the back of his phone.

Tears stinging your eyes, but you still refuse to break eye contact - batting your lashes innocently at him as you milk his cock for everything he’s worth.

Chest heaving, lust-drunk words tumble out of his lips, “S’perfect. Look at her hah- look how fucking pretty she swallows my cum.”

Words you’re slowly realizing aren’t meant for you.

Heart dropping straight to your dripping cunt, eyes widening as it strikes you - this fucker was on video call.

Now, he didn’t mean to trick you. He really did feel so awful about it - but watching the way his pretty girl’s lips stretched so sinfully around his cock - he really couldn’t bear to be stingy enough to hide it.

Which is why, a dangerous smirk playing at the corners of his lips, he pats your hair soothingly as you sputter. “Now now. We’re not done yet. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t give my buddy a front row seat to you creaming on my cock?”

Humiliation mingling with something carnal inside you, you freeze in shock as an awfully familiar voice chuckles from the phone. “C’mon now, sweetheart. I bet you’ll cum faster with an audience.”

Thighs squeezing together. Heat rushing to your cheeks. Shit. Maybe you will.

And for all the dark confidence on your boyfriend's face, you relish in the breathless gasp escaping him as you stand. Knees stinging where you straddle his hips - still-hard cock glistening with cum and saliva, leaking onto his toned abdomen.

Surprise flickers across his face, swiftly replaced by a predatory excitement echoed by the appreciative groan from his best friend.

“Well, might as well put on a show, huh?”

And with that, you sink down completely onto his still-sensitive length, groaning at the feeling of him throbbing inside you, heavy balls pressing into your ass. Tears clinging to your lashes at the delicious stretch, you don’t give yourself time to adjust to his thick cock, grinding in feral, mindless motions with reckless abandon.

One hand has a bruising grip on your hips, steadying your rhythm as he thrusts up into you at an unforgiving pace matching yours. The other, angled just right to capture your dripping, wet hole stretched so shamefully on his throbbing dick.

“That’s right, show him that perfect view. Goddamn. Imagine how jealous he is- fucking his fist just wishing that was you.”

“Sh-shit. She jus’ got wetter. Looks s’good with her pretty pussy stuffed.” Low groans spill from his phone, making you buck \wildly into his twitching cock.

White-hot ropes of pleasure run down your spine at the lewd squelches sounding from the speaker - your boyfriend’s best friend not even trying to hide his desperate chase for pleasure.

Balls stinging your ass at the merciless cadence, it’s all you can do to brokenly stammer out “Sh-show.”

A moment fumbling to switch the camera and you wince as the light hits your eyes. A jolt going down your body at his best friend’s disheveled state.

Greedy gaze flickering between your boyfriend - brows furrowed and bottom lip under his teeth as he focused on fucking your snug cunt - and his best friend on the screen - hungry gaze locked on you and thumb mercilessly teasing his leaking tip. Veiny hand moving up and down. Up and down up and-

“Shit, baby. You’re hah- clenching down on me so hard, like being watched, hm?” a dangerous murmur. You whine mindlessly in agreement, mixing with the relentless slapping of skin as you fuck yourself deeper and deeper onto his heated cock.

“Hngh- M’getting so fucking hard just watching her drunk on your cock. Look s’good split open on it.”

“Yeah? She’d probably look better split open on two. Maybe we should let you join in next time. Would you like that, babe? My little cockslut?”

You jolt as you’re finally addressed as the men spoke over you as if you were nothing more than an object. A carnal, ugly part of you delighting in the way you were so used.

“Oh god, yes.” you pant, words pulling you closer and closer to the edge, head spinning so deliriously. “Wan’ both of you. Wanna feel both of you inside me. I need it.”

Your boyfriend's eyes narrow, pupils dilated with lust as he responds, “Anything for my greedy girl. But for now…” his voice trails off, thrusting deeper into your snug cunt.

Onscreen, his best friend groans, doubling down on the hasty hand moving along his throbbing length. “Fuck, I wish I was there.”

A hum of agreement, “C’mon now. Beg me to fill you up, slut. Make sure our lil’ friend hears how desperate you are.”

“Yes, yes, yes” you chant, lost in the haze of pleasure. “Fill me up, please. Want it dripping out of me.”

At your words, your boyfriend’s pace falters, thrusts becoming erratic and desperate as he approaches his climax - his best friend not far behind, fist flying fervently up and down his glistening length - in tandem with the ruthless cock ramming into you.

“God. Such a good little slut f’us” your boyfriend praises, voice strained with pleasure. “Cum for us, baby. Let us see how much you want it.”

And that’s all it takes for you to see stars behind your closed lids, riding out wave after wave of pleasure on your boyfriend’s twitching cock. Finally, he empties inside you with a guttural groan, filling your fluttering walls to the brim with his seed.

So much- there was so much. Seems he was the one that adored having an audience. Though, with the way your pussy is greedily milking his cock, you can’t say you’re far behind.

Your thighs shake in pain and pleasure as his hot cum leaks out of your overfilled pussy, dripping down your legs and onto his quivering balls as he fucks into you like an animal. Over and over and-

With all the strength you can muster, you crack an eye open to glance at the screen - only to catch the heavenly sight of him losing control. Fist faltering on his throbbing erection as with a final, forceful tug he spurts thick ropes of seed. An orgasm so hard that it leaks onto his lap and reaches his chest.

The three of you chasing peak after peak. So sinfully.

Your ears ring, vision spotty as your high finally bates. Spent, you collapse against your boyfriend’s muscled chest, heart hammering wildly against both of your ribs, and cunt still twitching in sensitivity.

Still disoriented and completely fucked out, you almost miss the low murmur from above you. Almost.

“Can’t wait till you’re here to see this in person.”

- GOJO and GETO, TOJI and SHIU, SUNA and Osamu, ATSUMU and SAKUSA, Eren and Armin

A/N. I miss when this song was everywhere.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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writtenbyevie · 1 year

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2014: Get Over Your Fear of Heights

by @drawnbymabel for @evelyncwrites

*banging pots and pans* LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL ART!!!! LOOOOOOK 💖

I commissioned the absolutely delightful @drawnbymabel to draw this scene from my fic Last One to Midnight Loses!

She is absolutely wonderful to work with. I cannot recommend her enough. I mean just look at this!! Look at it!! She even threw in a bonus thank you sketch from the final scene 🥹

2015: Sing in Public // 2013: Ask Out Hottest Person In School

I’m not crying you are :’’)

(also yes that is some sunaosa in the background 🥰)

If you’d like to support Mabel or read my fic links are above and below!!

Support the Artist: @drawnbymabel (also @/drawnbymabel on Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok)

Read the Fic: Last One to Midnight Loses!

Support the writer: @evelyncwrites on tumblr @/evelynwrites on ao3

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kkumri · 5 months

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🦊 october babies 🦊

#haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x atsumu #osasunakomo #miya osamu #suna rintarou #komori motoya #sakuatsu

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hqkalon · 8 months

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something about getting degraded, yet praised at the same will forever be hot.

he has your legs pressed against your chest, amused by the way your pussy takes him so well. his fingers wrapped around your thin throat while maintaining eye contact, almost humiliated by how dumb he has you on his cock, babbling nonsense as he strokes that sensitive spot inside you making you whine in response. “that’s a good girl, taking my cock like an obedient little slut.” he groaned, thrusting deeper inside you. “o-oh my god!” a moan fell from your lips, mouth almost slacked as he pounded into you. “yeah baby?” he teased, before leaning down to cup the buttom of your jaw, forcing your gaze within his direction. “eyes on me as I fuck this pretty pussy.” he hissed, making you clench around his length. you felt so full, it was almost hard to create coherent words. “nghh s’so much!” you whined, hesitating direct eye contact as his lips curled into a frown.

“that’s it angel, keep looking at me that.” his breathy coaxed with lust as your tummy swirled with pleasure, feeling as though you were holding in an approaching orgasm. “p-please!” your soft hands grabbed at his wrist, rocking back and forth with each connecting thrust. “use your words.” his voice deepened as his dick slowly slid out of your wet hole, coated with wet opaque— clenching around nothing, but air. “please let m— nghh!!” a moan pierced through your sentence as your eyes widened. “words.” his tone urged, pounding into your cunt. “cum. gonna. cum!” you cried as your tummy caved in, feeling hot waves wash over your body as bundled nerves exploded within your core. “good girl.” his eyes darkened as he continued stroking your sweet spot. “let’s see how many times a filthy cunny can cum.”

#scripts .📃#jjk smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #jjk x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #toji smut #sukuna smut #suna smut #osamu smut #atsumu smut #toji x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #sukuna x reader #suna x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader

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snowysakusa · 2 years

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nsfw sunaosa in which millionaire osamu bets on boxer suna, who wins the match. he gets to meet his biggest sponsor who rewards him with something better than money- his DICk-

im sorry 😔

#suna rintaro headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu!!#art #digital painting #fanart #hq!!#hq suna #haikyuu comic #osasuna #sunaosa #miya osamu #osamu #hq osamu #osamu headcanons #suna x osamu #suna rintarō

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memoryofapricity · 1 year

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grow up together. SakuAtsu & OsaSuna

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 – 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 – 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 & 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 – 𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, !𝐯𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠!

when we were 7, I was swinging with my best friend. or more like he was pushing me in the swing.

"higher! I wanna go higher!"

the already exhausted boy kept pushing me, jumping up along with the swing so he could gain more force.

"Samu, can we leave soon?" he asked as he backed further away and sat on the swing next to mine.

"but Rin!"

I didn't have a reason to tell him. I just knew I didn't want this moment to end.

after a few minutes, Rin sighed and got up.

"I'm going home", he mumbled and started walking away.

I tried to jump down from the swing in midair, but lost my balance when my feet hit the gravel. I fell onto my knees and felt sharp stinging on them.

"ow! it hurts!"

Rin turned around to look at me and came back.

I sat down on the ground as tears burned my cheeks. I didn't want to cry in front of Rin, but I couldn't fight it.

"don't cry, Samu... we need to get you home... your knees need bandages", Rin said as he crouched down next to me and examined the scratches from the gravel.

"I can't walk", I sniffled.

Rin sighed.

"well you need to at least get to our bikes so I can give you a ride home."

he ended up giving me a piggyback ride to our bikes and then cycled to my house to drop me off before heading back to his home.

♡

when we were 10, I realized I was crushing on one of the boys I'd grown up with.

it was a warm summer day and I was sitting on the vivid green grass, holding a daisy in my left hand.

"he loves me,"

pluck a petal.

"he loves me not,"

pluck another one.

"he loves me..."

"who loves ya?"

I looked up to see a brunette boy with an expression full of curiosity.

"um, no one", I mumbled as I looked away, trying to hide my face from him.

"no secrets, Omi! ya promised!" he whined.

I stayed silent, hoping he would get the hint and not keep pressing further.

he took the flower out of my hand and I felt his pinkie wrap around mine.

"ya can't break a pinkie promise, that's mean!"

I looked at him to see a pout on his lips. I couldn't fight the small smile forming on my lips.

that's when he did it; he slid the daisy behind my ear, brushing my hair away with it.

he smiled down at me. it wasn't a wide grin, but a heartwarming, gentle smile I'd only ever seen him give to me.

this is exactly why I like him.

♡

when we were 13, I was sleeping over at the Miyas' house. Kiyoomi, the fourth member of our friend group was staying over as well.

while he slept in Atsumu's room, I chose to join Osamu in his.

it was the morning, I had just woken up and looked at the clock on the wall.

8 a.m.

I sat up on the futon and looked at the boy sleeping on the bed. the morning sun peeked through the blinds, creating yellow lines onto Osamu's face.

he looked so perfectly peaceful.

I rested my arms on the covers and leaned my head to the side against the right one, while stroking his brown hair a little.

don't let the sun kiss you before I do.

save your first kiss for me, please.

will you let me be your first as well as your last?

I smiled at myself a little. who would've thought I'd be like this one day?

it made sense the one I'd love would be Samu. he'd been my favorite person ever since we were little.

I stood up and placed a kiss on his forehead before walking out of the room.

♡

when we were 15, the four of us graduated middle school.

"Atsumu-kun!"

on that sunny spring day, a girl from my class confessed her feelings to me. I turned her down, of course. she smiled through her tears and bowed awkwardly before rushing away.

I turned to look the other way and saw a familiar figure disappear behind a corner.

I knew he, my brother, and Suna were all waiting for me, but there was an uneasy feeling in my stomach. for some reason Kiyoomi always seemed distant and cold whenever a confession for me was brought up.

I walked over to the corner and tapped his shoulder, making him flinch.

"Miya."

there it was. he only ever called me Miya when he didn't want to talk to me...

"are ya okay? ya seem a bit out of it..."

"I'm fine", he muttered and started walking.

I grabbed his wrist.

"tell me, Kiyoomi. don't push me away", I demanded.

if he wasn't going to call me by my first name, I wouldn't call him by his nickname.

he stayed silent, keeping his back turned to me.

"... is there a reason you always turn them down?"

my heart sank. did he want me to accept a confession?

"well, yea, kinda..."

I let go of him, but he still wouldn't turn to look at me.

I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to pull him against my chest and hold him tight, never letting go.

"I'm waitin' for a confession. waitin' for-"

I noticed how his shoulders tensed up.

"for the right one", he finished my thought.

I swallowed the words in my throat. if only I had the courage to tell you.

it's you, Kiyoomi; you're the one I'm in love with.

"... what if they never confess?"

"then", I paused, "then I'll gather my courage 'n tell 'im myself."

he finally turned to look at me. his black eyes looked watery.

"him..?"

I nodded.

"I think deep down... ya know who I'm savin' my feelings for."

I gave him a soft smile and took his hand into mine, squeezing it gently.

I could tell from his eyes, that there was a smile behind his black mask.

maybe I didn't need to say those words out loud after all.

♡

when we were 18, I had a fight with my brother. a bad one. we both threw around some nasty insults, and despite knowing we didn't mean any of them, we really needed to spend some time apart.

I sought out my place of comfort; the Suna household.

I knocked on the door and was greeted by Mrs. Suna, who let me know that Rin was up in his room.

as I walked up the stairs, I heard faint indie rock coming from speakers. I stopped in front of his room and knocked before turning the handle and opening the door.

Rin was sitting on his bed, back against the wall and head leaned back. his eyes were closed as he blew smoke out.

his room smelled like Fuji apple and vanilla. all the hoodies he left at my place smelled the exact same, until they lost their scent.

I sat on the edge of his bed before collapsing down onto my back.

"did somethin' happen?"

he still hadn't taken a look at me. but he recognized me from the way I moved. I guess that's what happens when you spend your whole lives together.

"mhm, Tsumu 'n I fought again..."

Rin stayed silent, as if he was thinking.

"it's just like any other fight; the two of ya will get over it."

he was right. I knew that myself. but that didn't mean I wasn't upset or didn't want to be comforted. I wasn't going to admit it though.

I'd also closed my eyes. something about the atmosphere in Rin's room, and the feel of his bed beneath my emotionally exhausted body drew me closer to slumber.

I felt a hot breath on my lips. it wasn't the first time Rin blew the smoke on my face; he knew I liked it.

after shuffling around a little, my head was on Rin's lap while his fingers ran through my hair. this was exactly what I needed.

I looked up at the boy I'd loved all these years. and I made a wish.

never leave me.

♡

when we were 19, we moved in together. it was the very first apartment of our own.

Atsumu wanted to make me feel as comfortable as possible, so the first thing we did before moving any boxes inside was to clean the place thoroughly.

after the first day, we only had the big pieces of furniture along with the most crucial items in place.

the two of us lied in bed together. I rested my head on Atsumu's chest, listening to his heartbeat while he had his arm wrapped around me.

"can ya believe it? we're really livin' together..."

I smiled softly. we'd both been waiting for this day all throughout high school, and it was finally here.

"yeah, it feels surreal."

we were both scanning the empty looking room we were in, imagining what it would possibly look like once we've settled in properly.

I was sure we would still go out and buy a lot of things for our shared home. just thinking about doing that with the love of my life made me smile.

"Omi."

I looked up to see a pair of hazel eyes already looking at me.

"yes?"

"I love ya so much."

"I love you too, Atsu."

he leaned closer so he could kiss my forehead, and smiled as he ran his fingers through my curls.

"ya really are perfect."

"oh shush..."

I looked away in embarrassment. I wasn't used to his compliments, and I might never be.

what I was used to though, was being close to him like this. it came naturally with him. probably had something to do with the fact that we grew up together.

I was sure he felt the same sense of security and comfort with me. if he didn't, we wouldn't be here.

it amazed me how we could still be together after all these years. I hoped it would never change.

"don't ever get tired of me", I said my thought out loud.

"I never could, Omi! if one of use would get tired of the other, it'd be ya", he grinned at me.

what he didn't realize was that I was willing to put up with any of his antics. that's how much I loved him.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1745

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧: 4th of August, 2022

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sir-kuroo · 1 year

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𖦹 themes: x f!reader, public, mutual masturbation, heavy petting

You should've just dined at home.

It all started with him staring intently at your lips and speaking so intimately close to your face. Now, he’s dragging his lips against the skin of your neck, reaching your earlobe and giving it gentle bite.

“Not here.” You squeezed his thigh under the table as warning, but he took your hand away and led it on the bulge on his pants. You gasped to feel him so hard for you. He pressed your hand even further and used it to stroke his cock over his pants, feeling him throb and get bigger against the touch of your hand.

“Can you feel how hard you make me?”

You let out a strained whimper and gulped dryly.

“There are people,” you said almost breathlessly.

“Then stop your little hand from massaging my cock and push me away. Unless…” He skimmed his palm against your thigh, hiking the skirt of your dress up and finding its way on your panties right at your pussy. You’re so fucking wet. He smirked. “You want it too.”

“Someone might see us.” You heaved.

“Not when you keep it down.” His index and middle fingers circled your clit over your panties, which made you grip on his cock so tight. He groaned against your neck as you tried your best to keep your moan from escaping.

You quietly whined his name when his fingers pressed harder. Your one hand stifled your noises while the other was caressing his cock. His heat seeping through the fabric of his slacks.

You squirmed in your seat as he rubbed the lips of your pussy, teasing your slit and ultimately drenching your panties and the inside of your thighs. Fuck! You’re so ready and horny for him that he felt like bursting anytime soon with just your light caresses over his cock.

Through gritted teeth, he hissed against your ear commanding and begging you at the same time, “Restroom.”

—♡ kuroo, osamu, tsukishima, suna, hirugami, iwaizumi, ushijima

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makkir0ll · 13 days

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"you have really long eyelashes"

it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?

"thanks?" he replies

"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.

they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.

he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.

but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.

"can i-"

"no" he cuts you off.

"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.

"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.

"i'll buy you you're favorite food."

and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.

you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.

you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.

"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.

"still?"

"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.

"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.

he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.

"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.

"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.

"all of them?"

"yes, all of them."

he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.

KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.

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