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After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation

wc: 3.7k

A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse​ for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!

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Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.

One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”

Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”

“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.

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M curious about that love spell gone wrong 👀👀👀 Can we see that with toruuuuuuu please ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

tw : obsession, male masturbation, implied noncon, stalking

yo this was so fun to write LMAO thank you for requesting this.

you didn’t think it would actually work. you just seen some stupid love spell thing on tik tok so you decided to try it out on oikawa.

yeah, it was really wrong of you to do but you had an ongoing crush on him all through out high school and he’s never noticed you once. if it does work? he’ll probably just take a little more interest in you, that’s all.

yeah that’s a lie. that’s not how it went at all.

the first week he stared at you, not even just looking for a moment, he would stare at you the entire time if you walked by him in the hallway or during lunch hour.

it must be working. it has to, he’s never looked at you before.

and by the second week? he was stalking you on all socials saving your pictures and making a photo album in his camera roll of you, even taking pictures of you when you weren’t looking.

by week three, you notice your friends haven’t been talking to you anymore. you can’t even go up to them and say hi before they’re scurrying away with a feared look in their eyes. that’s.. weird? did something happen?

by week four, you notice things are missing in your room. bra’s, panties, and what the hell? why was the trash in your bathroom empty? you could have sworn you had used tampons in there.

unfortunately for you, by week five you wake up to him fisting his cock in front of you. you could have sworn you were dreaming but nope. this was real life. oikawa was literally jerking off in your room, when you’ve never even talked to him before. how the hell did he get in your house?

you sit up and rub your eyes and he looks up from his cock and smirks. “oh? i wasn’t expecting you to wake up.” before you could scream, he’s on top of you, his hand covers your mouth, and his forearm presses on your throat. “don’t you dare scream.” he whispers. his hard cock is pressed against your stomach.

there’s tears welling up in your eyes and your shaking so hard you can’t control it. “aw don’t cry baby. don’t you worry, i’m gonna use this cute little cunt and make you mine forever.” there’s nothing but possessiveness and emptiness in his eyes. this is not what was supposed to happen.

yeah, it was a very bad idea to put a love spell on him. lesson learned.

all i can think about is hajime telling you to open your mouth while he's fucking you, and once you do, he spits in it and pats your cheek before slapping your face as you swallow 😺

thanks now it’s all i can think about too 😸

or hajime gripping your face so tightly, and it’s you that opens your mouth, you part your lips slowly and loll your tongue expectantly, begging him in a quiet, desperate voice, “spit in my mouth, please— need it—“

and when he does, he does it with disgust, mumbling ’bout how dirty you are, so filthy for wanting this. but in response, all you can do is thank him, even as he lets go of your face in favor of slapping it harshly, just as his thrusts get rougher, get deeper, get harder. you’re mumbling thank you’s like he didn’t just call you filthy and spit in your mouth, like he didn’t just slap you so hard your cheek still throbs.

so he indulges you again, asks you to, “open your mouth, pretty thing,” before he spits onto your awaiting tongue again. except he’s the one that forces your mouth close this time, clamping your mouth shut with his hand roughly gripping your face, grumbling out a heavy, deep, “swallow,” as his thrusts slow. and when you do, of course you do, he hums deeply, gruffly, in appraisal, and fucks you harder.

miya atsumu x f!reader

tags: con noncon, anal, public bathroom, degradation, dacryphilia

you know that atsumu always demands absolute silence for his serves. you know it, but it’s also been a while since he’s been rough with you, and you crave it. so you muster up all your courage and scream his name just after he commands the room. you know instantly that he recognizes your voice, but he doesn’t even look at you, and you watch as he hits one of the most intense jump serves you’ve ever seen. 

atsumu finds you as soon as he exits the locker rooms and without a word pull’s you into the men’s washrooms. he glares at the man washing his hands, who scrambles off, and pushes you into the stall.

“yer a fuckin’ pig, y’know?” he hisses, holding your upper arm with bruising force.

you whimper, “tsumu—”

“shut yer mouth,” he spins you around, bending you over the filthy toilet, “ya really pissed me off this time, y/n.”

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i cant stop thinking about being kita’s cute little farmer wife. his secret breeding kink is massive so when you finally get pregnant, the horny levels go ⬆️ past the roof. tbh i don’t know what more to say, i just want to be railed by kita and his big strong farmer arms. anyways ilysm i found your blog today and am reading through everything like a machine 💞💞💞

(softer thought: those arms can carry four of your mini-me’s and mini-him’s at once. he totally isn’t thinking about this and constantly asking your kids if they want another sibling. most definitely not 👀)

tw: pregnancy

he wakes up to a dark room with only a sliver of sunlight peaking through the curtains. you lay next to him still sound asleep with your lips parted in an ‘o’. sometime during the night you had cast away the blanket exposing the rest of your body. the sight brings a drowsy smile onto his face; in the darkness he can just make out the small steady growing bulge in your tummy.

he’s filled with a strong sense of pride knowing the child you’re carrying is his, but it makes leaving you alone in bed that much harder. kita shifts closer, before pressing his forehead to your own. his hand moves to rest upon your belly. the contact causes you to stir and murmur under you breath earning a quiet chuckle from your husband. “good morning, angel” he whispers his breath tickling your face.

instinctively your arms reach out to grab pulling him even closer. “have to go,” he mutters though he doesn’t fight against your hold. “stay a little longer” you never make this easy for him. “i have to get started-“ the words get caught in his throat as he feels your hand brush against his bulge.

“take care of me first,”

leaving was already difficult, but now it’s impossible for him. he can’t help but give into you, so he leans into your touch. soft lips pepper your face with kisses as kita shifts so he’s between your legs.

your hands move to pull your panties aside whilst kita moves to free himself from his boxers. due to the unbearable heat the summer months brought, you had both given up on wearing bottoms to bed instead opting to wear underwear alone.

he quickly aligns his length with your entrance,“be careful, shin” you caution before he enters you with a slow roll of his hips.

you needn’t warn him though; he wouldnt dream of harming the life growing inside you, and jeopardizing your future as parents. no, since your announcement his priorities shifted and his only focus became becoming a better man for you and his unborn child.

with each movement of his hips he thinks of how great of a mother you’ll be. despite your worries he knows you’ll be perfect, and once your first child is born he knows it won’t be long before he’s asking you to have another.

『The Pretty Third Year』

pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader

anon request: can i pls hav a scenario where oikawa was practicing his serves and the f!reader was hit by the ball and when he came to her she saw his face and was like: “..god?” or smth like that skdhsj

a/n: ngl kinda got carried away with this one

wc: 1.1k

genre: just some fluff and hinting of future romance bc oikawa’s smitten lmao

warning/s: none

You had no care for the world at all as you stroll towards the almost empty volleyball gym, skeptical about your decision to give being their manager a go. 

“You won’t regret it, you’ll see, I bet you’ll get along with our captain,” Kindaichi grins. 

“Hm, now that you say it, Oikawa-san and y/n would click, childish minds and all that shit,” Kunimi nods, “up to you though,” followed by a shrug. 

Well, their words can’t have come from nowhere, even Kunimi agrees that you’ll love managing the team, and gaining a few more friends isn’t bad either. Poking your head through the doorway, you scan the place, immediately intimidated by the frowning third year by the benches. 

In an instant you hide outside, telling yourself that you could maybe make friends elsewhere and that being their volleyball team manager just ain’t for you. Right, you smile to yourself, relieved that you didn’t have to face any scary scowling third years. 

“Oy y/n I saw you, just come in!” You kinda want to punch an onion-head right now, but you keep it cool and stop moving, hoping the silence would be enough sign for him to leave you alone. 

“Maybe you’re imagining things.” Listen to Kunimi, please.

“Y/n just come in!” 

“Fine,” you grumble to yourself, legs begrudgingly carrying you towards the door. The last thing you see is Kindaichi’s horrified expression before you’re knocked to the ground.

For more than a few seconds, everything’s shifting and you couldn’t comprehend what was happening around you, your head hurt and you were beyond dizzy. Just when you’re about to fall to your side— your head no doubt bound to make contact with the wooden floor, a hand supports your head from behind while your back rested on something firm, warm and moist with sweat. 

Oh, it’s someone’s thigh. 

Your vision’s all blurry with your head pounding too much for you to understand the string of apologies and “are you okay’s” from Oikawa, who guiltily so— was the one to hit you with his infamous nasty serve. 

“Iwa-chan is she dead? Oh my god I can’t kill someone!” 

“Y/n are you alright?”

“Back off, give her some space, but seriously are you okay? Can I take you to the hospital?” Toru couldn’t hide the worry and panic in his voice as he looked back at your squinted eyes, his calf starting to ache from having to support you with his thigh but he couldn’t care less, no. 

Finally, you could see quite better, though you still had to squint your eyes as you looked up at the the third year who held you, the light a tad bit too bright behind his head. 

“It’s too bright,” you groan in pain, and you feel his hand brushing strands of hair off your face. “Is it now?” You hear him mutter mindlessly to himself under his breath before he slightly shifts, now blocking the light from your face. 

“Better?” He smiles, and when you could now see him clearly, it’s as if your brain and rationality flew out the window. “Pretty,” the word comes out in a genuine and awestruck tone, definitely clear and loud enough for everyone to hear. 

Oikawa Toru was indeed the prettiest person your eyes ever landed on your whole life— with his mint green Seijoh shirt, the material sticking to his chest because of his sweat, his handsomely disheveled hair that you could only imagine running your fingers through, and with his lips slightly apart as he breathed through them; chest rising up and down quite heavily, obviously because he’s been practicing too long. 

He smells so freaking great, and he was extremely close you’re gravitated to hold him. 

What really had you smitten and weak were his eyes though, with the way he looked at you, you could almost pretend he found you as interesting and beautiful as you did him. 

You snap out of it the moment you hear Kindaichi’s laughter. Oikawa was clearly surprised at what you had just said—speechless, eyebrows raised, and head cocked to the side in puzzle. 

Kunimi snorts from behind his captain, “she’s okay,” he says while trying to stifle his giggle. Oikawa’s caught in a dilemma, should he flirt and get carried away with the admiring look in your eyes or should he check on your condition first?

The latter, he tells himself. 

“Y/n-chan, was it? You okay? Does your head hurt?” He calmly asks you as he helps you completely sit up without having to lean on him. 

Toru being afraid you’ll collapse or get dizzy again, was still sitting at the balls of his feet, his thigh just behind your back and his hand unconsciously massaging your head. This doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone, of course— what a shocker, the Great Oikawa was genuinely this concerned even though you’re evidently okay now?

“Here,” he offers his hand, helping you stand up, the both of you failing to fight the fuzzy feeling in your chests at the contact. You may look like you were still battling the dizziness in your head but in reality, you were cringing so bad now that you’ve realized what you had just said. 

“Thanks, Oikawa-senpai,” you shyly mutter, your idiot friends giggling at your exchange. For obvious reasons, you can’t bring yourself to look up at Oikawa, “I’m really sorry y/n-chan, you appeared out of nowhere, you could hit me back if you like, though Iwa-chan already hit me hard too, wait, no, the point is, I’m really really sorry,” he brings his hands together as he slightly bows his head.

“It’s fine, please don’t worry about it,” you try to reassure him, instinctively grabbing his hands to have him retrieve himself from that position and at the same time planning your escape. “Uh, it’s late, I have to go,” you awkwardly say when he looks at you, and your eyes meet even if it’s just for a mere second before you looked away again. 

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, eyes darting to his hands which you’ve held just seconds ago— he doesn’t want you to go yet. 

“Yes, uh, goodnight, and uhm well, take care,” you flush, cringing at every word that came out of your mouth. Take care? Wow, you sound so stupid. 

Before he could say something back, you’ve rushed out of the gym, his heart ultimately deflating after seeing you go. With a sigh, he turns on his heels to get back to practicing his serves— he can’t help it, there’s nothing he could do to see you nor does he have any reason to talk to you again. 

Little did he know you sat right outside the gym, on the first step of the staircase, with your hand on your chest at an attempt to calm down your erratic heartbeat. The image of his smile, his eyes, his face— breathtaking. His voice was velvet and his supposedly platonic touches were so immaculate for you that you still feel the tingles and the warmth despite being out there in the cold. 

Your friends were right, you’d love to manage their team.

or maybe you’ll love him, an involuntary voice from your subconscious makes you grow flustered all over again. 

“That sucked,” Iwaizumi comments just to piss him off more, referring to his 27th failed attempt at a decent serve. Oikawa groans, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “how annoying!” 

“Oikawa-san, you’ll see her again, you know,” Kunimi nonchalantly says without looking up as he scrolls through his phone, aware of how he’s got his captain’s attention in an instant. 

“What? What do you mean? I wouldn’t care less if I don’t Kunimi-kun,” he tries to brush it off, though he was beyond curious— when and how could he look back at those pretty e/c eyes of yours and hear you call him pretty again? 

“Y/n L/n, Seijoh first year, class 1-2,” he says with an eye roll. Oikawa grins— so you went to his school too, now there’s nothing to be down about anymore. Maybe he’ll accidentally cross paths with you in the halls and maybe he’ll accidentally strike up a conversation too. 

“So you guys are friends?” He asks, the subtle smile on his face never shaken off. “I guess, and just so you know, she came here because we asked her to try being our manager.” 

“Our manager?” He smirks, spinning the ball in his hands now with oozing confidence and ease, “even better,” he chuckles before tossing the ball in the air, and with full force sending it across the net, successfully hitting the floor with precision, speed and power. 

“Someone’s fired up,” Iwaizumi says with an eye roll, but his comment was ignored as Toru happily hums to himself, picking up another ball from the ground 

“Can’t wait to know you, y/n l/n.” 

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bokuto being really sensitive during blowjobs and he jerks up into your mouth making you gAG and he feels really bad about it - but its so good so hes just apologizing while fucking your face

hnnnnh;

— throat fucking + hurt/comfort + spit + mentions of pain + minor cum play + gn! reader

you didn’t mean to- he’s sensitive and you know that, but the single sweep- just a swipe of the tip of your tongue over the ridge of skin right below his swollen and almost purpling head of his cock makes him see stars.

his hands instinctively shoot down and grab your hair, grabs your head with heated and shaky fingers- gasping as a loud moan leaves his throat-

“oh!” he grumbles, tossing his head back, “feels good!”

bokuto is weak, weak to your sinful mouth and consequently bucks up into it- clenching tummy seizing up as he feels you gag, there’s a tiny part of him that enjoys how you sound right now, but with an open mouth; he apologizes reverently.

“sorry... fuck i’m so sorry angel.”

and while he is, truly is, he can’t help the quick thrusting he gives you, feeling you jerk, feeling strings of warm spit trickle out of your mouth.

your fingers dig into the muscle of his thighs so hard there’s surely going to be welts tomorrow. it’s lewd- the sound of his fat cock splitting your mouth open and his heavy fat balls also slapping up, knocking into your chin.

he can hear and fucking feel the surprised whimpers that leave you, he’s taken liberty in using your face to cum- youre nearly limp inbetween his palms and he can’t help it. he knows his cock is fat- knows he should be more gentle but he likes the way your seizing, clenching throat feels around him.

there’s words of apology just tumbling from his lips, but you can’t hear over the rush of blood to your face- trying your hardest not to pass out in a moment like this, you wanted to comfort him- but couldn’t.

“sorry. i’m so sorry.” bokuto pants, lost in it all- his golden eyes are wide, roaming the ceiling before he looks down at you- pinched eyebrows, tears rolling down your face, tresses of your hair caught between his fingers, spit bubbles foaming in the corners of your poor lips.

it does him in, quickening his shallow breathing as he tenses up, bringing your head down- nose smushing against his pubes as he cums hotly, swelling in your mouth, cuming so violently thanks to you- that it seeps up and past the clenching of your throat, costing his cock and smearing out at the base of where your lips end and his pubes begin.

once he’s done, and calmed down, brought back to earth- he gently takes his softening cock out of your mouth, letting you sputter, hand coming down to pat your back, another wiping tears away.

“sorry baby, my angel- i’m so sorry.” koutarou coos, but with the glazed look you give him; he knows it’s okay, knows because you smile, cum and spit stained lips stretching out into a shaky smile and nod, a silent dismissal of his worries.

you loved being used like this.

big and bad.

pairing: matsukawa issei x reader

summary: the woods are a dark place.

genre: fantasy

word count: 1.6K

warnings: i didn’t have this beta’d and this was completed at 5:30am so there might be mistakes but uh, none otherwise that i can think of (but please message me to correct me)

author’s note: heyo! 🤪 I’m back with another HQHQ server collab fic! you can check out the other amazing writers’ works here! i have our dear mattsun for both collabs (and both parts are now posted)!! n e ways as always, I hope you guys enjoy! 💕

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