HURT/COMFORT

HURT/COMFORT

scenarios- bulleted

when they think you left them (Kenma, Ushijima, Oikawa)

when they think you left them (Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Akaashi)

when they think you left them (Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Akaashi, Iwaizumi)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Kuroo, Suna)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Osamu, Sakusa)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Ushijima, Kenma, Kageyama)

scenarios- paragraphs

forgetting date night (Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu)

“we’re gonna be okay, right?” (Sakusa, Oikawa, Suna)

“we’re gonna be okay, right?” (Atsumu, Bokuto, Akaashi)

when you think they’re leaving you (Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Atsumu)

not telling them you’re sick/injured (Iwaizumi, Atsumu)

“why am I even trying” (Kuroo, Oikawa)

birthday woes and wishes (Osamu, Atsumu)

drabbles/fics

irrational (Akaashi)

falling out (Kuroo)

falling for a rebound (Sakusa)

only human | msby 4

genre: fluff, comfort

wordcount: 1.3k

warnings: descriptions of depression and its physical symptoms

a/n: this is a work I'm salvaging from my OLD blog that I recently deleted. I really loved it and couldn't bear to have it gone forever so I'm posting it here. I am the original author!!!

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The second you walk through the door of the gym the day after msby had lost a tournament, the team knows something is wrong. You're their light, you keep them sane, you are usually the one taking care of them. The recent loss is hard on everyone and you're sent into full stress mode. Your mental health problems are no secret but no one on the team expects you to take the blame, considering yourself a distraction to them. Hinata's big brother instincts kick in and he starts to give up portions of his lunch so you eat something. Sakusa spends more time fussing over everyone's health and paying extra attention to you, Atsumu constantly tries to bring a smile to everyone's faces and Bokuto is the clingiest he's ever been. Everyone seems to get closer to each other in this troubled time, except for you.

You begin to push them away, you stop annoying Sakusa into paying you attention and rambling his ear off, You stop hanging off of Bokuto and showering him in affection, you start to brush Atsumu off of you when he leans in for a hug and when you walk through the exit of the refurbished gym with an uncharacteristically empty expression,they all knew something was up.

This corpse-like feeling hits you out of nowhere and you don't want to burden your family with your problems. It's not that you don't want to tell them and confide in them, it's that you can't; your 'inner demons' are so loud screaming constant reminders of your insignificance and how little people care for you. Whenever you see your boys the only thing you can think of is how much you're probably irritating them. Carrying around these demons is becoming frustrating.

You lock yourself away in your room for days. Thinking it's better that you can't burden them. You're flipping from one side to the other and contemplating whether or not peeing is worth getting up when you hear a few knocks at your door. They're loud and make a recognisable rhythm but they aren't frantic. Atsumu. It's not soft enough to be Sakusa or frantic enough to be Hinata. You're closer to Bokuto than the other boys, so he has a key.

"Y/N open up sweetie, please, you're killing us here"

us?

"Yeah! We love you Y/N, please let us in" Hinata's sweet voice rings through your house. You can't find the will to go to the toilet let alone the will to go all the way downstairs to let them in. Turns out, it isn't necessary as the lock clicks and your door swings open.

"Y/N!" Bokuto's voice momentarily distracts you from the physical pain. No one talks about the physical effects of depression; the headaches and stomach pains from dehydration, the dizziness from fatigue, the muscle aches and stiffness from not using them. It's agony. You hear several sets of heavy footsteps up your staircase and hear someone rummaging around in your bathroom cabinet. Sakusa. They had all come, your boys all cared enough to come and help. You can't hold back the tears anymore, your choked sob alerts them to your whereabouts. You're lifted up and placed in the warm lap of who you assume is Bokuto.

"Let it all out Y/N" says Sakusa. He sounds off, like he doesn't really know what to say. It's now that you have a form of relief that your attention is really brought to the physical pains you're feeling. You have a tendency in this state to ignore your body in favour of torturing your mind.

"my legs hurt... and my shoulders" you hum, curling up tighter to Bokuto who immediately starts to rub your shoulders. You hear more footsteps cross the threshold of your bedroom.

"hey y/n, we brought you some water and tsumu brought you some light food that'll be easier to keep down." Hinata's voice is soft and careful, a complete one eighty from his usual tone, It almost sets off the waterworks again. Another pang of pain in your stomach alerts you to the fact that you haven't gone to the bathroom in two days and you desperately need it. You wrestle with your conflict for a while, ultimately deciding it would be less embarrassing to ask for help than piss yourself on Bokuto's lap.

"can you help me?" you murmur, your voice is so quiet but they're paying so much attention to you that they never could have missed it. All of them hum or nod in response. "can one of you help me to the bathroom?"

For a moment youre irrationally scared that they're going to laugh or ignore you but they all seem deadly serious. Even Atsumu, who is first to offer you a hand. Bokuto helps you stabilize as you get up from his lap and you grab Atsumus arm. Atsumu helps you walk to the bathroom and holds the door open so that you can waddle your way to the toilet and shakily push your volleyball shorts down. Atsumu lets a few tears slip while you're in the bathroom. Atsumu has always been an emotional person and god did he hate that right now. He doesn’t want you to think you had upset him, you don't need that right now. He tries to pull himself together while you're busy trying to lean over and put pressure on the right spot for you to actually go.

When you're finsihed, Atsumu helps you walk back to the bedroom where Bokuto and the others are waiting. Bokuto looks scared, this was the quietest hes ever been around you. You lean into him as he goes back to massaging your aching muscles. You bury your face into his neck and mumble a thank you. You dont realise Hinata left the room until he comes back.

" I, uh, I ran you a bath"

"Kou?" you ask against his skin Bokuto hums in reply, still not really talking. He's over emotional, you know that. Seeing his best friend in this state is painful. "Can you help me".

He doesn't answer, instead getting up with you firmly in his arms and carrying you into the bathroom. He helps you strip down per your own request and basically lifts you into the tub. He uses the opportunity to continue working on your sore muscles as this time he can get to them properly. You let out an appreciative noise as he works out the tension in your shoulders. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, a show of affection that you don't think much of. Bokuto has always stirred up particular feelings inside you but you gather that he doesn't feel that way towards you. You wonder what would happen if you confessed but you're snapped out of a potential downward spiral by Bokuto himself.

"I love you Y/N and it hurts to see you like this. I had no idea how bad it was, I'm sorry I let you go through this. I will fight all of your shitty feelings from now on so that they can't hurt you." You chuckle at the image of Bokuto trying to physically fight your emotions. You feel two arms wrap around your shoulders and squeeze you a little. Bokuto returns to massaging shampoo into your hair and puts all his focus onto taking care of you.

When you finish, Bokuto helps you dry off and change. He's respectful, being careful not to touch you anywhere that could be deemed inappropriate and apologised afterward for seeing you naked. He doesn't need to apologise though, you trust him not to be a creep. Bokuto guides you to your living room, being extra patient with you, and sits you on the couch where Hinata and Atsumu are setting food on the coffee table for you. Sakusa has gotten painkillers to ease your muscle pains and headaches and offers to help you clean your room. You eat what was given to you and settle back on the couch in between Atsumu and Bokuto, both of whom cuddle into you.

"You can talk about it y'know. We all love and care for you" says Atsumu patting your leg and kissing the top of your head.

Maybe, just maybe, it will all be okay.

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— [♡] 21:55 with Matsukawa.

just a lil drabble because I love this man, your honor + not beta’d just copied and pasted from my docs.

✩⡱ content+warnings: fem!reader, established relationships, vaginal penetration, size kink, creampies, pet names are used!

Your boyfriend watches in amusement — watching you huff and grunt as you struggle to sink down on his cock, both your hands placed on his broad chest to steady yourself as you try again.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” Matsukawa asks, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, his features doing nothing to mask that — yes — he does find your current dilemma amusing.

“Need a hand?” You roll your eyes as he places his heavy hands on your hips before you swat them away — the teasing lilt never leaving his tone.

“No,” You lift yourself up so that you're hovering mere inches away from Matsukawa’s thick, monster cock — the fat mushroom head bumping against your clit has you hesitating.

For a while, none of you say anything instead you retract one of your hands, stroking his cock for good measure. Matsukawa groans at the sensation, pre cum beading on the tip as you continue pumping him and slathering his shaft in his essence for extra help.

It’s not long before you’re aligning the tip of his cock with your awaiting heat — slowly but surely, his girth disappears between your folds. The stretch burns, although not unbearable, your boyfriend was huge. Way more endowed than most of the men you’ve ever been with, even rivaling half of your toy collection.

A string of curses spew from you both. “‘S fuckin’ big,” you hiss, your head laying against Matsukawa’s chest as he finally bottoms out.

“So fuckin’ tight,” He mocks back with a hiss, although with no malicious intent — you felt amazing around him, like you were made for him and he’s damn sure he’s gonna mold your pussy in the shape of his cock, ruining you for every man after him, has his balls tightening at the idea.

“Give me sec,” you breathe out, giving yourself time to adjust to the sheer size, and hefty weight of Matsukawa’s cock.

“Take all the time you need,” He hums, “not goin’ anywhere, not when your pussy’s clenching onto me like this,”

You can feel your boyfriend’s chest rise with laughter, as soon as your body gets accustomed to his you raise your hips, allowing them to fall back down upon his cock — his laughter catching in his throat as you clench around him.

Your pace starts off slow, teasingly slow, just to spite your boyfriend and he rolls his hips lazily in encouragement.

You relish in the way Matsukawa’s cock feels as you spear yourself upon it — his cock stretching the warm pouch of your cunt with each movement, as you force more of him inside you, making you feel full.

“Is—sei,” You drawl, Matsukawa can barely take it, he needs more — more than what you’re offering.

Taking matters into his own hands, he grabs you by your hips — palms planted firmly against you. You squeal in surprise as he lifts you up before slamming you back down on his length, his cock delving deeper inside of you as the tip hits against your cervix.

His pace is relentless, unforgiving, almost certain that he’s punishing you for teasing him earlier. “Fuck, f—fuck” you cry, your hands clawing at his back while your nails rake across his skin, leaving scratches across the surface.

He merely groans in response, unfazed by your actions.

It feels like your losing your mind as more and more of Matsukawa splits you open, he even shifts his hips to ram into your more sensitive spots with a calculated precision — determined to make you go dumb on his cock.

It’s not like he had to do much anyways.

Matsukawa’s not much of a talker when it comes to sex, but something about the way your hole keeps sucking his cock back in has him reconsidering. “You feel so fuckin’ good, shit”

Tears are beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, your vision going hazy as the last remnants of your sanity fades away. “Like you were made for me, bunny,”

Your lips fall open, as more moans roll off your tongue. You’re close — the coil in your tummy growing tighter.

Matsukawa knows it, he can tell by the way your walls flutter around him — clenching, and squeezing his cock as you finally cum.

You fall slack in his embrace, although it does nothing to hinder him — he continues bouncing you up and down on his cock as if you were weightless, weighing less than a doll. “Almost there,” he grunts, and it’s not like you could really comprehend what he was saying anyways.

And with a few more rolls of his hips, his cock twitches and pulses inside you, signaling his end as he spurts thick ropes of semen along your walls until you’re completely overfilled, leaving some to seep from between your folds —- wetting both yours and his thighs.

Matsukawa pulls you close, pressing his lips against the curve of your face. “Atta girl,” it comes out breathlessly, “let’s go get you cleaned up,”

telling their s/o they’re being too clingy

w/ atsumu, sakusa, and oikawa

part 1!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: i have a couple asks to post but i just wanted to post this one prompt today!!

anyways i feel like if i were in a relationship (PLS i’ve never been in one before *cries in commitment issues*) i’d definitely be too clingy so i wanted to write for this one. anyways it’s a lil angsty but there’s happy endings for each of the characters😌

um. also. these are literally SO CHEESY like you won’t even understand until you read it so feel free to click off if it’s too much😀)

atsumu

atsumu had woken up on the wrong side of the bed for some reason

he barely said anything to you in the morning and was ignoring your texts all day

when he finally got home, he was the same

you figured that maybe he needed some cuddles or positive affirmations

so you climbed into bed next to him and put your head on his chest

“‘tsumu, are you okay?”

he just rolled over on his side, pushing you off him

“baby—”

“why can’t you tell when i want to be alone? god, you’re always so clingy.”

after that, he said nothing to you, leaving the two of you in silence

you realized you were always this way, and you felt insecure, as touch was one of your love languages and you hadn’t realized how annoying that must have been

the two of you slept with your backs against each other that night

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(𝟏) 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

ও rating. explicit

ও summary. you get your first caller, and can't tell why he sounds so familiar...until you do. | wc. 2k+

cw/ tw. college au. nerd!reader, volleyball player Atsumu, phone sex, dirty talk, praise kink, reader wears glasses (but it’s only mentioned in one line), pet names (ex. sweetheart)

ও featuring. Atsumu x Fem!Reader 

ও an. this is my self-indulgent birthday fic, enjoy:) | series m. list

Being the class tutor is pretty straightforward. The only problem is trying not to fall asleep in the middle of Professor Akbar’s monotone voice going over the lesson. 

Most of the time, you simply have to sit there and listen instead of rushing to copy the notes on the slides that he only keeps on the screen for a split second.

Except, recently, all your attention shifts from the screen to the blonde head of wavy hair (slightly tousled from a hand running through it, you think) sitting three seats in front of you.

It’s almost habitual now how your eyes travel up from your notebook every time you hear him walking into the lecture hall—always talking or laughing loudly with the guy beside him. 

Bokuto…? You can’t remember.

But. Still.

You’re not the only one that notices either because it’s the Atsumu Miya—local all-star volleyball player and resident of the most popular fraternity on campus. 

His presence practically demands an audience anytime he’s in the room with his too-long legs that barely fit under his desk and broad shoulders that seem to fill out all of his tops. Sometimes you wonder if he purposefully buys them smaller.

The girls in front of him turn in their seats, their girlish giggles traveling up the risers when he asks for a pencil. A crooked smile curls the corners of his mouth, one that softens around his eyes, and you wonder if he’d ever do the same to you.

Not that it matters.

He’d have to talk to you first for that to happen.

There’s this constant urge to keep glancing from your textbook to your phone, almost like you expect it to light up on reflex, but instead, it lays there black-screened and silent. Sighing, you flop back onto your bed and tiredly cover your face with your hands.

What your best friend, Kay, told you that morning still riggles at the back of your mind, an opportunity to make some extra money, she’d said—and part of you is still reeling that she talked you into doing something so…crazy. Because it definitely is.

And not quite what you had in mind.

Thankfully it’s legal. Well, that’s what Kay told you, and she usually doesn’t lie.

“All you have to do is talk to them. Dirty talk your way into a cushy paycheck. Just, ya know, don’t give them your name.”

You had rolled your eyes at the lack of further explanation, not that you expected her to spell out how to have phone sex with total strangers, but you can’t deny that it’s an easy job—especially with your tutoring hours. And you do need the extra money. 

All you have to do is get people off with your voice and then…and then hang up? 

Easy.

You hope.

What if they don’t like how you sound?

God. When was the last time you even had spontaneous phone sex with somebody?

A computer science major, Brad…maybe? The memory is a little fuzzy—not that you believe there was anything memorable about that night or Brad…

Your phone vibrates against your bed, squashing that pitiful thought to dust, and your stomach lurches up into your throat. You swallow around the lump, staring at the bright, cracked screen and unknown number for a moment longer than you need to before you finally answer.

It’s not until you bring your phone up to your ear that you realize you don’t know how to start what is bound to be the oddest exchange of your life—all of the hours spent pep-talking yourself into doing this, that you can get someone to cum from your voice, now reduced to white noise. 

And maybe a slightly choked sound that you hope they didn’t hear.

Just when you’re about to open your mouth to say something (anything), they, or rather, he, speaks first, stifling the words on the back of your tongue. And for a split moment, you can’t help but think that you know that voice, or (if nothing else) it sounds familiar. 

"Is this real?" 

“Um,” you clear your throat, unsure if you heard him correctly. "Excuse me?" 

"I just wondered if this would be automated or real." 

"Uh, no. I'm…I’m real," you tell him slowly. “Breathing and very much human or whatever.”

The laugh that comes through your speaker is breathy and low—a pleasant sound that lingers in your ear and makes you feel warm. "Nice to know,” he says. “So, what should I call you?" 

Right, no names; you forgot about that part.

You think for a moment. "Call me whatever you want." 

"Okay…sweetheart. Is that okay?" 

“Yeah, that’s—” your voice squeaks embarrassingly “—that’s okay.”

“Good, good,” he pauses, “so…what’re you wearing?”

You can’t help but laugh lightly. “I thought I’m the one who’s supposed to ask you that?”

“Yeah, but something tells me I’m going to like your answer.”

Oh…well, that’s—

You bite your lip, glancing down at your faded t-shirt, and consider lying. It’s not like he’d know. 

And yet you indulge him anyway.

“A t-shirt.”

He hums. “That’s it?”

“And underwear.”

“Good girl.” You can hear the smile in his voice, how pleased he is, which does nothing to slow down your racing heart, already beating a steady staccato against your chest because you don’t think anyone has ever called you good. 

At least not like this.

And you’re compelled to find out what it’ll take for him to say it again.

On Monday morning, you won’t pretend that you don’t try to pick out who could be the mystery caller and hope you just might come across him—even though the odds of that ever happening are low because it can be anyone. The campus is pretty big, after all.

Plus, what would you do if you did happen to find out who it is? Thank him? He’d probably think you’re crazy. 

As if the situation couldn’t get any more humiliating.

Money gets sent into your cash app later that day while you’re in the middle of browsing the meager selection of microwavable foods at the convenience store—because your landlord refuses to fix your broken oven until you meet him in his office to discuss your lease, apparently. 

He’s kind of slimy like that, and you can’t wait for the day you can finally move out.

The numbers that glare back at you are big and bold, enough to get someone to fix your oven and maybe buy lunch from that new cafe you always walk past on your way home. At first, you feel like it’s a mistake, perhaps a glitch with the app, but nope, the cut that Kay promised stays on your screen. Bright and promising.

Okay, maybe this odd job isn’t that humiliating, you think as you leave the convenience store to get dinner that’s not bland and soggy for once.

He calls back again later that week. And again. And again. 

For awhile, it’s only once a week until it becomes every Monday and Friday, precisely fifteen minutes after nine. You’re more than ready for him now that you know what will come after, that he’ll make you cum—even if the concept of doing so with a stranger is still pretty daunting. 

But you think you've found a rhythm: one where he leads, and you’re more than eager to follow. 

You almost thought he’d be bored of you by now. After all, you’re supposed to be the one giving, not benefiting. Still, it doesn’t deter the fact that he sounds so good when he’s telling you what to do—what he wants to do to you.

And you think you’d let him.

If only.

“—come on, sweetheart. Talk to me.”

“It feels good,” your breath hitches in your throat with the swipe of your finger over the slick bundle of nerves between your thighs. 

“Yeah?” he sighs. “That little clit is pretty sensitive, huh? I bet your needy cunt is making a mess.”

You gulp, squirming slightly. “Mhm.”

“Lemme hear it.”

It’s hard not to get flustered about how he likes hearing how wet you are for him, how it must be loud and clear against his ear. And yet, he asks you to do it, begs, really. Every. Single. Time. So that he knows you’re feeling good.

That’s what he tells you anyway.

You move your phone close to where your hand works aimlessly against your cunt, skin slippery beneath your fingers. The sounds are so filthy that you blush and hide your face in the crook of your arm even though he can’t see you.

“You sound so hot when you play with yourself,” he says, his voice dropping to something that makes your stomach do a series of somersaults. “You’re probably aching, huh?”

You have to swallow twice just to hiss out a pitiful “yeah.”

“Fuck,” he growls, and if you strain hard enough, you think you can hear the sound of skin on skin as he strokes his cock. 

But you don’t get to ask because he’s talking again.

“I wish I could see how you look when you do. I bet you look so fucking pretty sprawled out on your bed, thighs trembling from all the times I’ve made you cum,” his breath shudders, and you can tell he’s close. “What I would give to lick your pussy right now. You’re probably sweet.”

His admission should scare you because just imagining him in your room, watching, would make this more real than it’s supposed to be.

It doesn’t.

Instead, you cum harder than you have in weeks.

“So, how are you liking the job?” Kay asks one weekend, a limp french fry hanging between her fingers.

You leave out all the dirty details and settle with “it’s fine.”

You’re not sure why, but it feels almost…private?

It’s probably the safer thing to say anyway, not how you’ve been fantasizing about a faceless stranger on the nights you need to take the edge off. She’s a little too nosy for that, eventually piecing things together and asking questions you don’t feel like answering.

And honestly, you don’t really want to talk about the phone sex business you work for while sitting in the middle of a family restaurant.

You take a loud sip of your milkshake through your colorful bendy straw, listening as Kay changes the topic to the cute guy in her Literature Arts class who asked her out on a date.

“Can you believe that his parents are both celebrity surgeons?”

“Nope,” you tell her before stealing one of her fries.

It’s on a regular, rather boring, Thursday lecture that you discover why his voice sounded so familiar, where your center of gravity shifts and everything seems to tilt on its head. 

You’re in the middle of talking to Professor Akbar about midterms when Atsumu Miya accidentally bumps into you as he’s leaving the classroom, barely taking a moment to say, “oh shit, sorry,” before running down the crowded hallway towards the athletics building. 

There’s a split moment where you think you stop breathing, your vision growing hazy around the edges, and your lungs burning.

You can only blink through your now crooked glasses, standing in the way of the students trying to get to class, because you know how the words “oh shit” sound after he cums. How he grunts filthy praises under his breath to help push you over the edge, how a shiver races up your spine when he tells you you’re a good girl—

And it’s that crucial moment that you decide you’re fucked.

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NSFW!!

sakusa eats pussy messily. you never thought it would be something you’d experience with the way he is, but the quiet ones are always full of surprises.

sakusa takes extra precautions with everything. he can’t even do skin-to-skin contact for too long, so you assumed that’s how your sex life would be when you started dating him. 

you were pleasantly mistaken, nonetheless. 

this man is absolutely in awe when you spread your legs wide for him, pussy practically glistening, and he’s trying his best not to go completely feral. it starts with little licks up and down your slit, but when you start to whimper, whine, and rock your hips against his face. he can’t help it.

he spits directly onto your clit before licking it eagerly, ensuring nothing drips. then he hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you flush against his mouth till he can’t breathe in anything but your scent. his tongue moves viciously over your bud, stimulating something inside you. he wants to slow down when hearing your breath hitch and feeling your legs begin to shake, but it all makes his cock twitch a little too much. it’s exciting, and he can’t stop now, not when your delicious juices are about to spread all across his face.

when you do cum he doesn’t stop there, he laps up your juices and begins slobbering on your sensitive bud, tongue prodding at your hole, and he’d even occasionally give the lips a little suck. you beg for him to stop, it’s truly too much, but he’s in his own world. you then have to push his head away from your sore cunt for him to get the hint and when he sits up to look and your post-nut figure, he smiles proudly. you, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. 

a mix of spit and your juices cover his chin, and when your eyes peer down at his sweatpants, you can’t hide the smirk. the little dark spot and pulsing bulge told you more than you needed to know, and you wanted him in your mouth right then and there.