Drabble Requests Hmmmmmm........... If We Talkin Haikyuu Atsumu Bein Super Soft N Cuddly And Laying On

drabble requests hmmmmmm........... if we talkin haikyuu atsumu bein super soft n cuddly and laying on his gf... u already know who this is

ayeeeeee yass bish i know who dis is

i kinda... changed ur request. soz bby!!! :))))

Your relationship with Atsumu Miya is completely physical. 

An unwritten agreement.

You help him destress after tough games, and he’s the guy you call on when your married-up friends wanna go on group dates with their spouses.

His phone calls are far more common that your own, to say the least. He’s lucky if you spring an event on him once every couple of months, but your phone buzzes at least twice a week. At least.

You do your best not to read too much into it.

You have to.

Tonight, however, was one of those very rare occasions; a friend’s wedding.

He’s a favourite among the girls, charming and witty with that drawl that makes them grin into their glasses of wine, send you those looks of both approval and jealousy. It doesn’t hurt that he’s gorgeous in a suit— out of it, too— and he knows how to dance; can lift you and spin you, and always takes the lead.

He’s hilarious during the Cha Cha Slide, too.

Half way through the reception he offers to call an uber. A big hand draws along your exposed shoulders, and he dips down to whisper in your ear.

“Your introvert batteries need chargin’, babe.”

Goosebumps colour your skin, but you try not to let him affect you as much as he does because it’s not real. And as soon as you leave the reception, he’s going home anyway. He always does.

Still, you head back to your place, but to your surprise, he gets out of the car, too.

“Hey, it’s my night, Miya.” You laugh, sending him half a glare. He meets your eyes and raises his brows, that lopsided grin spreading his lips as he shrugs.

“Can’t come up and watch a movie with my favourite girl?” He asks, draping his arm across your shoulders as you reach the steps to the apartment building. “No sex, I swear.”

You take a quick breath in through your teeth and slink out of his hold, suddenly standoffish. “Look, Miya, if you’re looking for someone to warm your bed, you should call someone else.” 

His grin slips from his face, brows furrowing. “Who else would I call? You’re my gal.” He says confidently, hands making home on his hips.

“I’m not your ‘gal’.” You sigh and drop your gaze to your feet, feeling a headache coming on.

You’re not. Not that you’ve actually spoken about it with him, but that wasn’t in the agreement at all.

“Hate to break it to ya, babe, but ya are.” He says, taking a step towards you, tilting your chin up with a single finger, making you meet his gaze. “The fact that ya think I’ve got other girls on speed dial is insulting though, I’ll give ya that.” He doesn’t look mad, a little impressed, if anything.

Like he knows. He knows all he has to do is ask you for something and you crinkle like a cheap suit.

“Right... Mr Pro Volleyball Player only gets his kicks from one mind-twenties office girl, sure.” You roll your eyes. But you do wanna invite him up. You do because you like him a lot, and you believe him when he pours his soul out to you. He’s never lied before.

“Hey now, you give me all the kicks I could ever ask for.” He says scoldingly, but there’s a smirk on his face. “And I ain’t even askin’ for that tonight; just a movie on the couch, some snuggles.”

That makes you chuckle. “Snuggles?”

“Yeah, I’m a snuggly guy.” He shrugs, pulling you against him, hands snaking from your hips to your lower back, his lips pressing against your forehead. “Besides, you can’t get rid’a me now, your friends like me too much.”

“Do they, though?” You ask sceptically, voice thick with sarcasm.

“Of course, I’m a perfect boyfriend.” He gloats, watching your face fall at the label.

Boyfriend?

“Atsumu-”

“What? Ya don’t want me? Mean.” He pouts, but he dips down to press a kiss to the side of your face, your hands trailing up his lapels to hold his shoulders.

“N-no, I mean- I don’t not want you, I just-”

“So it’s official then? I can finally tell my brother I made you fall for me?” His nose nudges yours enough for face to tilt upwards, for his lips to caress yours gently. 

“We can iron out the kinks upstairs.” You breathe against his mouth. “My feet are killing me.”

Without any warning, you’re picked up bridal style, a yelp falling from your lips. “Kinks? I promised no sex, baby, but I can be convinced.”

@gulfwanq :P

Redamancy ii

Pairings: Yandere! Mirio Togata x Reader

warnings: yandere themes, blood, violence [not on reader] 

word count: 853

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part one for this

yes more love for mirio. we love to see it 🤤🤤

also since there are no nsfw scenes in this the reader can be assumed gender neutral!

It had been two months since Mirio and you had slept together. Mirio had been out in another city helping Heroes: chasing villains from the break of dawn till sunset while you…You had met someone else. 

Akira Ito was a classmate, but you did not really notice him until after your break up with Mirio. He had comforted you and had been by your side during those terrible days and soon enough, you found yourself falling for his kindness. He had charmed in a mysterious way and you were captivated. 

When Mirio came back to school. He was confused and angry. He had wanted to ask you out again, bring himself back into your life but seeing you walk hand in hand with a man he didn’t even know existed boiled his blood, he had always hated seeing you with someone else. The first day back, he completely ignored you. You had wished to explain the situation to him but you couldn’t even find him. You searched for him the entire day- heck even asking Tamaki and Nejire if they knew his whereabouts but no. If you were in the room he was nowhere to be seen. You wondered if he was doing this on purpose or it was a coincidence, you didn’t want him to be mad at. It was not like you both were dating or anything. It was just sex. You both could still remain friends, right?

Mirio didn’t quite feel the same.

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Pray to Me

Pairing: Shinsou x Fem Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Gods!AU, Rough Sex, Too Many Norse Mythology References

Word Count: 8.5k

A/N: This is a part of the citrus dome server collab that can be found here! Please check out everyone else’s amazing work for this very unique smutty collaboration for the Gods!AU prompt. @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​

         The frigid waters were laden with blood and ice, the salty waves licking the bows of long boats as they accosted the shores. The dark waters of the bay looked black against the fresh snow, churning oars sending sprays onto the docks as warriors returned home.

           You stood among the crowds, whips of snow billowing past your reddened cheeks, your arms crossed in protection across your chest. Despite losing the men within your family to raids and battles long ago, you always came to welcome back those who were fortunate enough to receive homecoming. Upon the sails of the ships was the symbol of your earl, dancing proudly against the winds of winter as the men and women beneath them hailed their successes from summer and autumn.

           High upon the prow of the leading ship was a carved figurehead, meticulously crafted in the image of Skoll, the wolf who hunts the moon. The wolf’s jaws were wide and within his wooden tongue was an etching of a crescent moon; the wolf with his prey in his maw was a symbol of Ragnarok, a symbol of the return of chaos. And upon the prow was a man you had never seen before.

          The man was all shades of violet and violence. His hair was the color of crushed mulberries, the long strands pushed back and wet from the sea, so deeply purple that it looked as if you were to touch him, your palms would stain with color. Blood, russet and old, crimson and fresh, was splattered across his cheeks. A warrior’s tattoos stained the expanse of his chest and arms; the thick, blue lines were heavy and sprawling from the wood ash buried within in pale skin. And his eyes, they were purple and bright, painted with black kohl. The dark smears ran down his impressive cheek bones and curled up from his eyes, appearing catlike. The curious orbs resembled the farthest stars that lined night sky.

           You expected murmurs from around the docks, but it was as if the man belonged there, towering over all the rest, hands pulling at the mouth of the wolf within the wood. He was silent power within the snow, lean and muscular, body on display as if the storm did not touch him. You felt drawn to him, like he was looking for you high upon the prow. Your feet moved before you could think. You wanted to be closer, to have those violaceous eyes upon you.

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Anything, For You

This is a continuation of Anything. Please be sure to read that part first if you want some context!

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal and Anal), Threesome (Double Penetration), Weed / Alcohol Use, Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Public Foreplay, Public Humiliation, Spanking, Choking, Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader

Words: 12,128

Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader x Guitarist!Kirishima Eijirou

Quirkless, Punk rock band AU

Not specifically written for, but using it for the @bnhabookclub​​ ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Threesome

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Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

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You nervously tightened your grip on the small clutch in your hands, digging your nails into the faux leather and ignoring the sting of the metal pointed studs against your skin. For a few minutes now, you had just been standing outside of the club Garden, listening to the loud music and watching the flashing neon lights every time the door opened. With each group of people leaving, stumbling out drunk and high off adrenaline from dancing, the same amount were let in from an insanely long line, which even curved around the building to where you couldn’t see. There were so many people waiting to go in, and yet, you knew that you could just bypass this line and go on in. 

Why were you so nervous? 

It wasn’t the thought that you would be glared or yelled at by the people waiting if you skipped the line. Sure, it might make you a bit embarrassed if they picked at you, but that wasn’t the problem. No, it was who was waiting inside the club and who gave you that exact privilege to just come on in that terrified you. 

Bakugou 10:50 pm: come to the club Garden downtown around 1 am. just show your ID at the door and theyll let you in past the line. 

Me 10:51 pm: Just me? 

Bakugou 10:51 pm: just you, babe. your shitty friends arent invited. 

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All Heaven in a Rage

Chapter 21

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con,  Kidnapping, Stalking, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent. Please read responsibly. Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader

On AO3 SnowQueen79

A request for a dear friend. This takes place after the Infinity War but before Avengers 4. Steve Rogers has lost most of those he had left to the snap and loneliness is battle he’s losing. What starts out as an honest intention to help a girl who has caught his eye in daily life becomes a dangerous obsession where the lines of what’s real and what’s fantasy are blurred.

I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown or tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

A/N: Were you curious about what the reader put in that letter? Here you go…

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20

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Your nerves were shot for the rest of the day. Spencer walked you to campus and you headed to class. You pretty much ran from Norris Hall to the library for that job and it was late when you got out of the library. You weren’t looking forward to going home even though it was a short walk really.

You called Claire to tell her what happened.

“That motherfucker,” she growled. “He shows up with Doug again and you won’t have to worry. I’ll put my foot up his ass.”

You wouldn’t stop her.

“Is there any way I can convince you to drop him already? Michael has several cute friends. I could set up a double date,” she offered. “I know how shy you are, but you’ve got to do something. You can’t stay in this farce of a relationship with this asshole. You just can’t.”

Funny, you’d been thinking the same thing.

“I’m afraid he’s going to show up tonight,” you admitted, and she heard the fear in your voice.

“I should cancel on Michael so I can be there,” Claire said. “Better yet, I’ll see if he wants to just hang out at the apartment with us. I can have him beat the shit out of them.”

“No, Claire,” you pleaded. They had concert tickets. “I don’t want any of you getting hurt because of me. No. Go out as you planned. Have fun.”

Her exhale was a loud sound on the other end of the line.

“Then will you please do what Captain America told you? If he does show up, call the cops,” Claire bid you. “Don’t even go to the door. Just call the cops and get them out of there.”

“And that’s how I’m supposed to break up with him?”

“Hmmm,” Claire replied. “You’re right. It’s missing something. How about a breakup text and a restraining order to go with it? That ought to do it.”

You had to laugh. It really wasn’t funny because Claire was dead serious.

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