#alpha suna rintarou | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

teamatsumu · 2 months

Text

kept me waiting. (suna rintarou x reader)

summary: for six years, you have loved no other alpha except suna.

word count: 3397

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!suna, omega!fem!reader, some angst, smut, typical omegaverse jargon (mating, knotting, scent, slick), oral (fem receiving)

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose

There’s only so long you could have waited.

At 16 years old, you were a budding omega. You had presented recently and were trying to adjust to the changes that came with your secondary gender. You were curious about yourself, and about others as well. In your uncertain new beginning, you met Suna Rintaro.

He had presented as an Alpha about a year ago, and he was more comfortable in his skin than you were. He was brooding and slightly lazy, but endlessly perceptive. Clever. And he smelled to you like a garden you wanted to lay in, surrounded by grass and flowers. He brought you comfort. And your novice omega heart fell in love with him.

The kettle whistled, indicating that your water was ready for a cozy cup of tea. You pour it into a cup, grab your muffin and your tea before settling on the couch. It was evening time and the TV was on, loud cheering emitting from its speakers. You placed your blanket over your lap and then rested your plate on it, finally turning your attention to the screen and the live game that was about to start. You had never once missed a game of Suna’s, after all.

Almost 7 years since you had first met the boy, and to this day, you heart yearned for him. He was your best friend, your most personal confidant. The love of your life, though that fact was not known by him. Your Omega had attached herself to him explicitly, vowed to love him forever, and despite him not returning your feelings, you hung on to the tiniest, withering hope that somehow, things between you two would work out.

The game was an exhilarating one, and in the end, EJP Raijins came out of it victorious. You watched the team celebrate on screen, grinning wide and cheering them on silently. When the camera panned to Suna, your heart squeezed. You shot him a quick congratulations text, asking him how he wanted to celebrate. Suna had informed you beforehand that he would be crashing at yours after the game, since you lived so close to the venue. You had enthusiastically agreed, of course. Any excuse to spend more time with him.

Half an hour later, your phone pinged with a reply from him.

‘Will be back late, sorry.. dont wait up’

You pursed your lips in disappointment before sighing loudly and resigning to an early night. It was fine, you were tired from work anyway, so getting extra sleep will be good. But spending some time with Suna….

He had been so busy lately, with rigorous practices leading up to the beginning of this season. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and you didn’t enjoy that fact, nor did your omega. You missed him terribly. You swallowed down your sadness and trudged into bed. It was a familiar feeling when it came to Suna. The yearning and the realization that he wasn’t yours.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was high in the sky and filtering through your closed curtains. You groaned and cursed softly, not expecting to sleep in so late. Your mood only lightened when you walked into the kitchen and found Suna sitting on the island, scrolling through his phone over a steaming cup of tea. His hair was messy and unkempt, indicating that he just woke up, but the sight of him had your face lifting with a smile.

“Rin!” You greeted, clearing your throat when you heard how hoarse your voice was. “Congratulations on the game!”

“Hey,” His smile made your heart squeeze. “Sorry, did I wake you last night?”

You blinked in confusion. “No?”

“Oh.” He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. “Good, good.”

You eyed him for a moment, trying to gauge what he meant. You walked toward the kettle that was still going, planning on pouring some of it for yourself too. As you moved past the man, a scent hit your nose and your body stiffened.

Omega.

There was no doubt in your head. It was an omega scent, wafting off Suna in waves and mixing intimately with his own wonderful scent. You froze behind him, nose twitching when you took another deep breath and identified the scent even more distinctly. You didn’t recognize it, but you knew it was omega. And the way it was coming off Suna, focused so closely on his scent glands meant only one thing.

“Why’d you get here so late, Rin?” There was a little tremble in your voice.

Suna didn’t seem to notice, scrolling idly through his phone, distracted. He hummed a bit in question before replying.

“Drinking with the guys.” He drawled.

And then? You didn’t ask. It wasn’t your place. You loved foolishly believing that Suna was your Alpha but he wasn’t. And you couldn’t exactly tell him to not see any omega when you didn’t have any claim on him either. Silently, you left the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t call after you, walking into your room and closing the door. You leaned your forehead against the warm wood and closed your eyes.

Stupid. Stupid. What right did you have to feel the way you did? Suna wasn’t yours. He could be with anyone he pleased. He could sleep with other omegas. Scent them. Court them. Knot them. Your throat tightened.

So then why did you feel like a wounded animal? Why was your omega whining like she had lost her mate and not some random alpha she had unfairly been obsessed with for so long? In moments like this, you hated your secondary gender. You hated your omega. You hated that you were so in love with Suna that this felt like cheating to you.

However, your hurt was exclusively your own, and you couldn’t project it onto anyone else. Suna was here now, and even though the sight of him made you weep, you still found joy in being around him. You would spend the day with him, and get the closure you needed. Then you would lick your wounds and move on. You had waited long enough.

So that’s what you did. And here you were now, a week later, sitting across from an Alpha you had met just today, listening to him talk about his job and his hobbies while you smiled and nodded. There was an almost bitter undertone to your feelings. Over the days, your sadness had transformed into anger. It was unjustified and not really something Suna deserved, but you still directed it at him. Because he had ruined you for anyone else.

The Alpha before you was a perfect gentleman. He was a friend of your friend’s, and everything she had told you about him was true. He was kind, well spoken, good looking. He knew how to carry a conversation, since he was doing most of the talking while you rolled around in your own head.

But he wasn’t witty. He wasn’t quick and sly. He didn’t have a thin, cutting smirk and narrow green eyes that pierced through you. He didn’t smell like freshly cut grass and cool, open air.

He wasn’t Suna.

After the date, he walked you to the train station, where you claimed you would get on the train home. He gave you a respectful hug and smiled kindly when you said you would call (you wouldn’t call). Then, when he mixed in with the crowd and disappeared, you turned around and walked straight out, beginning to trudge on foot to your home.

Your thoughts were all over the place, your eyes were lined with unshed tears, your breath felt like it was trapped in your lungs. You didn’t comprehend the stupidity behind walking all the way home, and how it would take hours. Your friend texted you, asking about the date. You didn’t reply. Instead, you tapped on that one cursed name that you couldn’t wipe from your mind and sent only two words.

Fuck you.

It took you two and a half hours to walk home. It could have been quicker if you weren’t in heels. After about half an hour of walking in them, your feet began to hurt. You used the pain to distract yourself from the jumble of thoughts in your head, and by the time you got home, you didn’t even want to look down at them. You couldn’t imagine how bad they looked, if the tingling and shooting pains were any indication. It now traveled up your legs and to your lower back, aching all over. At some point, the air nipped cold at your cheeks, and you finally noticed that it was because of the tears that now ran down them.

When you unlocked the door and stepped inside the warmth of your apartment was the first time you seemed to be aware of your surroundings. You froze just inside the door when a large figure blocked the light, making you look up at a scowling Suna.

“Where the hell were you? I was calling like crazy!” His voice was louder than his usual register, and more emotional. You blinked a bit and sniffled. Your skin felt stiff because of the dried tears. Your feet still screamed.

“Why are you here?” Your voice was low.

“I’m-” Suna’s eyes traveled down, and they widened slightly at the sight of your feet.

“What did you- did you walk?”

You sighed and lumbered past him, ignoring the pleading protests of your feet to get the weight off them. You finally sat down on the couch, feeling no better. The pain was still there. You kept your focus acutely on it, trying not to look at the one man who was causing your misery. But he seemed adamant on making himself known, kneeling before you to help take off your shoes. You jerked your legs away. Suna looked up at you, shocked.

“Don’t touch me.” Your voice was cutting.

Something flashed in his eyes. “Let me help.”

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.”

Suna reached for your shoe strap again. “Don’t be stubborn, omega.”

You felt your blood boil and you finally raised your voice. “Don’t call me that!”

He eyed you for a moment. “What? Omega? Aren’t you one?”

“Suna-”

He glared at you. Glared. A withering look that almost made you shrink. But your emotions were too great. You grit your teeth and didn’t say anything. Didn’t address the fact that you had called him by his last name for the first time in six years.

Suna peeled your shoes off your feet as gently as he could. But it hurt regardless, and you hissed when they finally came off. He ran soothing hands over the tender, angry skin. You tried not to think about his touch, tried not to sink into the feeling. But your efforts only made tears gather in your lash line once more. You eyed his raven hair, his head bent low to look at your feet. He sat cross legged before you, laying light touches on the swollen parts of your feet.

“Why are you here?” You repeated.

“Well, when my best friend texted me a colorful ‘fuck you’ out of nowhere, then proceeded to ignore all my calls, I was understandably worried.”

You sighed and looked away just before he could meet your eyes. He continued. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”

You didn’t reply, pointedly looking away. You cursed at the moment of weakness that caused your lapse of judgment and made you text him. Him showing up was your own mistake.

He exhaled loudly, looking down at your feet that he was still gently massaging. “I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

Your head snapped to him in shock, eyes wide and mouth dropped open. Suna didn’t look up, but his lips twitched into a little smile.

“That’s why you’ve been acting so weird, right? For the last few days? You were pissed and sad that your Alpha slept with another omega.”

Your mind reeled, and you sat frozen as you tried but failed to absorb Suna’s words. Your alpha?

When he looked up, his lips were tilted in a crooked smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby.”

Again, you lurched. You tried to pull your feet from his grasp, to stand up and get away from him, put any distance between you two. Maybe his scent was making you heady. Maybe you were hallucinating. He gripped at your leg, making sure you stayed put.

“You’re- I don’t know what you’re saying.” You rasped.

Suna chuckled before sighing a bit defeatedly. “I wanted to confess in a more romantic way than this but you started being all distant and shit. I can’t see you like this.”

You couldn’t believe it. You had so many questions and not enough answers for the predicament you were in. And Suna’s pretty forest eyes didn’t help keep your head straight either.

“You- what do you mean confess?”

Suna’s hand ran up your bare calf lightly, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin.

“What do you think it means?” He countered in classic Suna fashion. Answering your question with a question. “Telling you that I like you. Taking you out. Courting you. Mating you. The whole she-bang.”

For the hundredth time today, tears filled your eyes. “Rin….”

He watched you, eyes forlorn as you silently weeped. His hand still rubbed comfortingly over your legs. Up and down, slow motions. His touch grounded you.

“You made me wait-” You hiccuped. “-for so long.”

Suna continued eyeing you. He leaned forward to rest his head on your knee. “I thought you knew how much I liked you. I spend all my time with you. I scent your clothes, dammit. I thought you weren’t saying anything on purpose. That you wanted to come to me on your own terms.”

You smacked his shoulder hard. He didn’t even budge. “You are such an asshole.”

Suna chuckled a bit before turning his head and laying a kiss on the side of your knee. The skin tingled. He pulled away only a hair, and his breath hit your skin. A chill ran up your leg. Suna turned his head only slightly, his eyes meeting yours. Your heart skipped. Heat ran down your body, settling at the base of your stomach.

His lips skimmed over the bare skin of your knee. His left hand, placed on your right shin, traveled slowly up your leg until it dipped below the hem of your dress. Your breath caught in your throat. Your core grew damp. Suna’s gaze heated up, and his lip twitched with a tiny smirk.

“I can smell you.”

You bit your lip when his hand traveled up, up, until his skin was meeting delicate lace.

“So wet, omega.” He nipped at your leg. “And I haven’t even done anything. So good for your Alpha. So ready.”

His unoccupied hand hooked under your knee and tugged until your hips reached the edge of your couch, until you were laying back on it. Your eyes didn’t leave him. His words ran straight between your legs, making you clench hard. You bit your lip and looked at Suna with teary eyes.

“Rin.”

You had nothing else to say. Suna let out a breathy laugh and increased the pressure of his thumb on your slit. You gasped.

“Will you be good f’me?” His voice was octaves deeper. “Let me eat out your sweet little pussy?”

His crude language made you moan. Suna finally moved, lips going higher over your thigh until he bypassed your body completely and leaned up to connect his lips with yours. You grasped the sides of his face, kissing him back hard and deep. You poured every emotion into that one kiss, letting Suna lap over your lips hungrily. His scent enveloped you like a comforter, one hand pushing up the skirt of your dress while the other’s movements grew more urgent on your clothed pussy. You were slicking up rapidly. You could feel it run from your hole and down your ass until it landed on the couch. You couldn’t give less of a shit if you were dirtying the furniture. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush as your omega preened under Suna’s attention, his tongue invading your mouth like it was his own and he was only reclaiming it.

“Pretty baby.” He rasped into your mouth. “Good little omega. Get wetter for me. Need to drink all your juice.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, and you whined right against his lips. When he pulled away, you tried to chase after him, already addicted to the high that his lips brought. Suna hummed in amusement and tugged on your panties, pulling them off your ankles. He pressed the fabric directly to his nose and breathed deep. You watched him with half lidded eyes as you bit your lip to hell.

“You smell so fucking divine.” Suna groaned. “Always thought so. Loved cuddling up to you. Being close to you. My lovely omega.”

You moaned again, feeling how you gushed at his words. You didn’t realize you were into praise, but when it came from Suna, it lit a fire inside you. You clenched hard around nothing, now acutely aware of your rapidly building need.

“Rin,” you gasped. “Please. Please.”

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.” He shamelessly pried your legs open. You let him. “I’ll take such good care of my omega.”

His first lick was a thick stripe up your open slit, filthy and hungry, before he licked harder and faster over your clit. You gasped at the contact, the urgent relief of finally having stimulation you were craving so much. Your fingers automatically buried themselves in his soft hair, tugging tight at the roots. Suna hummed his approval and suctioned his lips on your clit, lapping and slurping like he was a man starved.

He was glorious at it, eating pussy like it was his last meal, hands holding your thighs apart firmly so his movements were unhindered. Stars burst in your vision and your hips jerked, not sure if you wanted to lean into him or tug away from how intense it was. Your torso undulated and arched, tears ran down the sides of your face and you moaned unencumbered. Suna seemed to enjoy it, because he pulled off with a wet smooch and replaced his lips with his thumb, not leaving you dry for one second.

“So fucking delicious.” His voice had gone scratchy and wrecked. “Good fucking girl. Moan for me, baby. God, I could do this forever.”

You felt something prod at your entrance before two fingers rapidly sank into you to the knuckle, curling hard and rubbing at your walls. You cried out again, not even embarrassed by how wet the noises became, how potent your scent was becoming, you badly you needed to cum on his fingers or you didn’t know what you would do-

His lips sealed over your clit and you were gone.

Suna didn’t even slow his movements as you reached your high. He helped prolong it, sucking harder and pushing his fingers in and out of you, scissoring and curling until your walls felt abused and used beyond belief. You wailed and weeped as you dug your fingers into the couch cushion under you. You had slid so far down the couch that it nearly bent you in half. You tried to close your legs and Suna finally pulled out, kissing over your mound a few times before he leaned up and attached his lips to the skin of your neck, licking and biting lightly over your scent gland, trying to embed his own scent into you. The feeling of him so close to that spot had your mind reeling. You hugged him close.

“Bite me.”

Suna kissed you again. “Not like this.”

“But I love you.”

He chuckled and sucked lightly on your skin until it darkened. “Still won’t mate you on a couch. When I do it, it’s going to be with your cunt full of my knot.”

You flushed and groaned in embarrassment, feeling the way your core pulsed again. Suna laughed and nuzzled your neck.

“Don’t worry. I have a lot of loving to give you before we get there.”

775 notes · View notes

gaygentbrontosaurus · 1 year

Text

what Haikyuu characters smell like

…. because i’m sick of the sandalwood - vanilla bullshit, they're all in high school, they all smell like Axe or sweat

Hinata Shouyou

doesn't shower, but probably still has baby sweat so he doesn't stink

Kageyama Tobio

smells like Nivea cream. Very clean, very nice but also big baby vibes

Tsukishima Kei

showers with what his mom packed him so probably some organic oat-scented shit

Yamaguchi Tadashi

actually cares about his products and smells nice for a teenager but nobody notices

Ennoshita Chikara

Axe. Because everyone is using it, not because he thinks it's cool.

Nishinoya Yuu

doesn't shower. Also Axe.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

showers sometimes, but only when his sister says that he stinks. Axe.

Azumane Asahi

one of the only people that actually smell attractive. definitely had an Axe phase in middle school tho.

Sugawara Koushi

the only one on the team with a fresh shirt every practice, smells like fresh laundry

Sawamura Daichi

dad smell, like 3 in 1 hair, body, face and working in the garage

Iwaizumi Hajime

responsible adult, has a nice cologne and doesn't use too much of it, just enough. buys body wash in bulk because it’s cheaper and more convenient.

Oikawa Tooru

smells like everything. has a nice (in his opinion) perfume, strongly scented floral body wash, citrusy shampoo and coconut body butter. he is living his best life but everyone has to deal with his smell that enters the room before he does.

Matsukawa Issei & Hanamaki Takahiro

bought Axe and “manly man” body wash for shits and giggles and “ironically” use them. but in the end they still smell like Axe. also yes they bought one of each and share everything.

Yahaba Shigeru

easily impressed by Oikawa, also experiments with different smells but thankfully he’s more subtle with it

Kyoutani Kentarou

Axe.

Terushima Yuuji

Axe.

Aone Takanobu

nice, subtle scent, smells cozy.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

soap is soap, so also Axe.

Tendou Satori

either washes with just water or has a very specific and complicated hair care routine. there is no inbetween. smells like sandalwood and no one knows why.

Shirabu Kenjirou

Axe.

Daishou Suguru

you would think he’s edgy and different, but deep down we all know he uses Axe.

Miya Atsumu

Axe. He is THE prime Axe user. if someone thinks it's cool and manly it's Miya Atsumu.

Miya Osamu

Axe. but one of the milder ones

Suna Rintarou

doesn’t care. Axe.

Haiba Lev

stole his dads fancy cologne, which would be nice and all if he didn’t shower with a chocolate-scented body wash.

Kozume Kenma

long haired gamer. doesn’t shower. probably borrows deodorant from someone on the team because he didn’t pack any and doesn’t care how he smells. so Axe.

Yamamoto Taketora

doesn’t shower. Axe.

Kuroo Tetsurou

token “manly highschooler smell”. overuses Calvin Klein cologne. but shower gel? Axe. ironically watches the alpha male self care routines but secretly notes the shit down.

Yaku Morisuke

buys his products in those mom shops, all his products smell nice like lavender, jasmine or cotton and are vegan, clean and non-gmo.

Akaashi Keiji

takes care of himself. uses basic products, but has a separate product for everything, doesn’t believe in the 3 in 1 (actually uses a conditioner and face wash). smells like he showers regularly so the rest of the team is greatly impressed.

Bokuto Koutarou

Axe. douses himself with the deodorant. definitely had a tutti frutti phase in the past 2 years.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

rubbing alcohol, uses only hypoallergenic, non-scented products.

Yachi Hitoka

bought a strawberry-scented soap because it looked really cute. doesn’t like the scent at all but still uses it because she is anxious to tell her mom to get her a new one.

Shimizu Kiyoko

smells very feminine, uses fancier brands with floral smells.

Ukai Keishin

cigarettes. bought cologne to impress women but rarely uses it.

Takeda Ittetsu

laundry detergent. always has clean clothes and changes often.

375 notes · View notes

osamusriceballs · 2 years

Text

Heat - Part II

Part I II Part III

Suna x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~1,3 k

About: Just smut.

_________________

Your mate.

His arm gently wraps around your waist with his other hand behind your head to force you to look at him- not that you actually could look away, even if you wanted to. Not when your mate is right in front of you. There is something in his eyes that’s captivating you, that’s making it impossible for you to look away, something that pulls you even closer to him. His scent is overwhelming from the short distance, and every fiber in your body screams and begs for you to get closer, to bathe in his scent, to beg him to take you and fuck you and breed you-

“We’re gonna leave you alone. Get inside, your neighbors are gonna call the police if you do... that... outside.” The words from the other dark-haired male cause your attention to shift for a second, and you eventually break eye contact with the handsome man, who is still holding you close. The last sane part of you urges you to follow that advice, to go inside and lock the door, so you can spend time alone with your mate and finally let him relieve your urges- and you can’t suppress a moan when you think about the actual mating that is about to happen. About how he will fuck you brainless and cum inside of you, how he will mark you and bury his teeth in your skin, being the most intimate with you that two mates could ever be- The three alphas look at you when another whimper leaves your lips, the tension in their posture evident to you. They are probably able to smell your arousal even from that distance and still being unmated, your scent must drive them insane.

Your mate slowly comprehends his words, but the desperate moans that leave your lips cause him to focus back on you again, his body deliberately shielding you from the eyes of the other men in that process. You can feel how tense he is, his chest raising heavily for one last time before he briskly gets on his feet, pulling your body with him while he does. He sends one last warning growl to the men, an obvious threat, a silent promise to rip their throats if they even dare to step closer to you- and they quickly step back and give you more space.

Your mate takes a step in your apartment and pushes you inside as well, quickly shutting the door with his foot, but still making sure that you both maintain physical contact all the time. This time, he’s pressing you tightly against the door, your back meeting the cold surface, and your body almost gives up when you face your alpha like this- his attractive face impossibly close to yours, his hot body so close that you can feel the heat he’s radiating, and the bulge in his pants that tightly presses against your stomach. You can almost feel your slick dripping at this point, and you can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face against his shoulder.

He closes his eyes, breathing deeply to maintain the last bit of composure. But you have other plans- you grab his shoulders and pull his neck closer to your nose, deeply inhaling his scent in an desperate attempt to calm your racing heartbeat.

“I’m... Rintarou.” He speaks slowly, the words barely audible, but his deep voice sends another wave of need through your body. His chest is pressed against yours and you feel like you could explode any second at the close contact. “I need you- Rintarou- alpha,” you whisper, knowing that he’ll hear and understand you when you’re so close to him. His body tenses at your words, at the word “alpha”, at his name leaving your lips- before he pulls back abruptly and grabs your chin to lift your face. His lips meet yours in an instant for a messy kiss- more like a clash of your lips, his tongue quickly pushing its way inside of your mouth when he leans forward to feverishly deepen the kiss. You’re too distracted from the make-out to realize that he brought his knee between your legs until you feel him pushing it against your wet core. You whine into the kiss, your hips involuntarily rutting against his leg to get some friction, to get some relief for your aching body-

“Please- please, take me- I need it, I need you so bad-” the desperateness in your voice is not even the slightest bit concealed while you kiss down on his neck, right where is scent is the strongest, wanting nothing more but to be surrounded by his addicting smell.

“Fuck- please don’t say that, I can’t hold back when you’re like this, omega.” His knee bucks up to meet your rutting hips, and you almost scream in pleasure when your oversensitive clit finally meets some friction. “Yes- yes- your omega-”

“Mine. His hands suddenly roam to your sides and wander under the fabric of your shirt, pressing his fingers against your hot skin and feeling your body close to him. “Only mine now.”

“Please, please-” is the only word you’re now capable to voice out, and you almost cry out when he moves his hand to cup your breast under your shirt and massages it roughly. “Yes, yes-” your body is on fire, your head thrown back while he starts to kiss down your neck roughly, leaving marks and bites on your skin that only fuel the fire inside of you. “I’m gonna make ya cum like that, my pretty little omega. Make a mess for me.”

“I can’t- you need to touch me-” you whimper but your body keeps on moving with him, his scent overwhelming and making it impossible for you to focus on anything else but him.

On his fingers that keep on kneading your breast roughly, finally slipping under the flimsy material of your bra and pinching your nipple-

On his hand that rests on your hip and holds you in place, his fingers feeling cool against your heated skin-

On his leg that’s between yours and keeps on rutting against your pussy- and his lips that greedily move down on your collarbones, licking over the spot that will carry his mark later- and that’s when you snap. Your back is arching and pushing your breasts into his face, your legs caging his thigh when you ride out your orgasm, incoherent words leaving your lips while your body releases even more slick, the wetness running down his bare thigh now, but he only curses how “fucking hot his omega is”, and “keep cumming for me, omega, don’t stop”.

You barely realize how your hand is somehow wrapped in his hair, your other hand holding his shoulders for support when you finally calm down from your high. “Fells good, huh? Such a sweet little omega. So pretty when you cum for me,” his voice is laced with lust and you nod vehemently, his constant praises making your cheeks hear up from embarrassment.

He made you cum without even touching you properly- and it was literally the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, nothing compared to any other heat you’ve encountered so far. His lips meet yours once again, and you feel how he tries to kiss you softly, but his body is craving for more. The bulge in his pants presses even harder against your stomach, aching for attention- aching for his mate.

You quickly drop your hand from his hair to between his legs, resting above his clothed hard-on for a second, your eyes begging for permission to touch him, to feel him too- and he nods curtly, a growl leaving his lips when you palm him through his pants. “Fuck- so eager, my pretty mate?”

Every word of him makes you whimper, your body heating up again, the release before barely giving you relief, when you get needy again, still needing your alpha to fuck you. Your movements get faster, desperate, your body trembling when he keeps on playing with your breasts, fondling roughly and kneading, a growl leaving his lips once again when you boldly sneak your hand in the elastic fabric of his pants and underwear and touch his bare cock without hesitation. His breath hitches, his hips rutting forward when you grab his impressive length with your hand to pump him- and that’s when his rut fully kicks in. His hands suddenly rip your shirt, and he’s deliberately ignoring your shrieks when he gives your bra the same treatment, not caring about anything but mating with you now. He doesn’t take his time before he removes his leg and rips your skirt as well, throwing the destroyed fabric carelessly on the ground. He grabs your wrist and forces you to pull your hand out of his boxers- and he resembles more of an animal than a human when he looks at you with his wild, lust-clouded, dark eyes.

“On the couch. All fours. Now. I’m going to mark you.”

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #Suna #suna x reader #suna smut #It will have a thrid part #I started writing it and damn #it got really long #I decided to split it up #because it's 3 am again~#sorry to keep you waiting #I'm sure I'll manage to complete the last part tomorrow #this time for real the last part xD #SLEEP WELL EVERYONE! <3

363 notes · View notes

sktsnation · 1 year

Text

Title: Heart Too Full of Love Summary: Kiyoomi is now a father, more than anything. Characters: atsumu, kiyoomi, minor sunaosa Words: 1,208| Notes: contains omegaverse and mpreg

Kiyoomi decided to be a stay-at-home Alpha the moment Atsumu told him they're gonna have a baby—babies, to be exact, after finding out they'll be having twins a few weeks later. No one can dissuade him from the idea—not even his omega, who's rightfully confused at the announcement.

("Not to sound ungrateful, Omi—coz I am—grateful—I mean. So much! But ya have foreign clubs knocking at yer door, begging you t'join them."

"Sure." Kiyoomi shrugs. "I can do that, but I just want to do this more. I love what we have now, Atsumu. You, me, our pups. Pups! I still can't believe it!"

"Ya better believe it! There's no turnin' back, yanno!" Atsumu had laughed, tickled at his alpha's excitement. "I'll be taking time off soon—"

"Take all the time that you need, love. Volleyball has been here way before you were born, and it'll still be here after the twins arrive.

"Not gonna lie, I'm lovin' all—" Atsumu points to all of Kiyoomi "—of this support. In fact, if I weren't already carrying yer pups, I'd ask ya for one—eep!"

"Do not tempt me, my darling. Ask and shall be arranged in a few years. Planned Parenthood and all that."

"Oh... so sexy, alpha."

"Anything for my most favorite, omega. If taking care of you means taking time off from the sport as well, then by all means, I'm here for you every step of the way."

"Realistically speaking though, 'every step of the way' is still six months long—"

"Then here's to hoping you won't get tired of me even for that long.")

Naturally, Kiyoomi makes do with his promise and stays with Atsumu, bidding the team temporary farewell as he and Atsumu retreat to their house in Hyogo, near his in-laws, and, to his chagrin, Osamu.

Not that there's anything wrong with Atsumu spending time with his twin. It's just that, he's seen more of Osamu in the past month than he has, collectively, over several years. It's not all that surprising since they're two peas in a pod, but wow, his presence sure is felt.

Kiyoomi even (half) jokingly proposes to implement visiting hours—strictly for Osamu only, but Atsumu laughs it off.

("Aww—" Atsumu cooes. "Is my baby daddy jealous he doesn't get all my attention?"

"I literally have my mark on your neck—and vice versa, too, which is weirdly uncommon. I think I rank higher than a baby daddy, Atsumu."

"What do ya propose I call you then? Sir?"

"Not if you want irish twins—or triplets." He replies nonchalantly, smirking when his mate chokes upon hearing his answer, cheeks immediately flushing red.

"OMI!"

The doorbell rings, followed by a familiar scent that is, distinctly, Osamu. Kiyoomo groans loudly, not even hiding his displeasure at the sudden (expected) intrusion.

His mate, however, is quick to laugh at him. "That's 'Samu."

"I know." Kiyoomi pouts, arms wrapping around Atsumu’s waist to pull him closer, effectively trapping him in an embrace so he can't stand up and let his twin—intruder, his mind corrects—inside their home.)

Never in his entire life did Kiyoomi ever expect Suna Rintarou to be his confidant, but he had, and Suna, in turn, unloads all of Osamu's baby fever woes on him. Suna tells him about the baby books Osamu currently keeps in their home and how he's getting mixed signals from it.

("Osamu said, and I quote: 'If I learn along with Atsumu now, then I'd be a master at childrearing by the time it's my turn, and that's a point in my favor.'" Suna shakes his head fondly. "How do I even interpret that?"

"At least Osamu didn't say now."

"That's what you think." Suna grins. "Osamu wants our kids and yours to be the same age."

"Same age." Kiyoomi deadpans, then smirks, seeing the calm look on Suna's face. "You look pleased by it."

"C'mon," Suna scoffs lightly. "It's Osamu. How the hell can i not be pleased? Besides, it's not like we bonded without expectations of a pup or two."

Kiyoomi agrees, until he remembers how he's been kicked out of Atsumu’s nest a week ago when Osamu visited them.

"I've been kicked out from the nest, by the way."

Suna winces. "I figured. For an omega who spends hours on end at your home, I can't even smell a whiff of your scent on Osamu."

Kiyoomi hums, then circles back to their previous topic. "I'm sure it's not a mixed signal anymore if he wants our kids to be the same age. I mean, Atsumu's how many months along already? You're on a time limit as it is, man."

Suna laughs. "That's true. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an omega to talk to.")

Five months later finds Kiyoomi in the hospital, hand crushed to death in Atsumu's vice grip as the omega wails when a contraction hits him again, his body working hard to deliver their babies.

Their family is outside, waiting patiently for the twins' awaited arrival. The team too. Meian had sent them a text over the group chat; it's a photo of everyone in the waiting room, each carrying a gift of their own. Then another one, this time with their family in the picture.

Needless to say, Atsumu had been in tears.

The moment the twins finally do come, Kiyoomi cries. Atsumu is in bed, tired from all the tears and childbirth, but he looks happy and content, like everything he's wanted is in the palm of his hands.

The twins lie secured against their mother's chest, skin to skin, and ever present. Kiyoomi combs Atsumu's hair away and presses a kiss against the omega's forehead, all love and care poured into that single gesture, heart too full to even put his gratitude into words.

Atsumu still understands. His eyes soften, smiling through the tiredness overtaking him.

("Hey you," he whispers, mindful of the twins asleep on his chest. "How are ya feelin'?" Atsumu asks, only to be kissed in return, a kiss so soft, so gentle, yet it leaves him breathless all the same.

"You're so strong." Kiyoomi tells him. "So unbelievably strong, it's insane." The compliment draws out a soft laugh from Atsumu's lips, barely a puff of breath, still, it's there.

Kiyoomi looks at him with stars in his eyes, the all-encompassing love the alpha has for him reflected in his gaze that the omega has no choice but to lean in for a kiss again.

"Sap," Atsumu teases when a stray tear falls on his cheek. "My big strong alpha is crying, why is that?"

"Aside from the twins being born? Everything I guess." Atsumu purrs when he feels Kiyoomi's fingers run through his hair again. "But mostly you. Just... you."

"Sap." Atsumu repeats.

"Most ardently, my love." Gently, Kiyoomi leans down to place a kiss on each twin's forehead, so carefully that his lips barely graze the skin. There's a hint of hesitation behind the gesture, as if doing so would pop the bubble of happiness around them. Atsumu, ever observant, notices this. His free hand comes up to cup Kiyoomi's face, his thumb stroking light circles against his alpha's cheeks.

"They're real, Omi."

"I know," Kiyoomi breathes. "I know. I'm still processing everything, but I know. They're... here."

"And I'm here." Atsumu reminds him. "Say it."

"You're here."

"Yup! And I love you." Kiyoomi's cheeks pink and his feels his heart balloon at the declaration. He's been Atsumu's mate for how long now, yet the magic behind those words is still the same.

"I love you.")

#sakuatsu #sakusa x atsumu #atsumu miya #skts #kiyoomi sakusa #sakuatsu fics #sakuatsu fic #mine: fics #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #omega miya atsumu #alpha sakusa kiyoomi #omega!atsumu #alpha!Kiyoomi #mpreg

36 notes · View notes

slicesofapple · 2 years

Text

Atsumu is a weirdly easygoing alpha. He’s a monster on the court, yeah, but off it? No one’s ever heard him growl (except at Osamu).

Until, one day, they’re all out for dinner after an especially hard practice.

Everyone’s stuffing their faces with ramen. It’s a busy Friday night, and the waiter doesn’t seem to see the hands raised to order a second round of food.

Finally, Suna heaves a sigh and stands up. It appears that he will have to place the order at the front. He doesn’t mind too much. He’s hungry, and so is everyone else - it really was a killer practice.

He’s waiting patiently in line when all of a sudden there are two alphas at his side.

No one else notices. Suna may be an omega, but he’s got muscles to spare and he’s always been able to take care of himself.

Indeed, all it takes is a look, and they’re backing off.

Until they reappear thirty seconds later, this time with reinforcements. Soon, Suna is surrounded by four alphas, three of whom are taller than him, too.

So now he is largely out of view.

That’s when Atsumu, gazing idly around, catches on to what’s happening.

Suna has always been able to take care of himself, Atsumu knows this, but it’s as though a switch has flipped inside of himself.

He leaps to his feet, knocking his chair over and almost upending the entire table.

“What the hell, ‘Tsumu?” Osamu cries out.

But Atsumu doesn’t pay his twin any attention. His gazed is fixed on the spot where the alphas have converged on Suna, and he is bristling with alpha rage. Scent is pouring off of him (Ren wrinkles his nose), his eyes are murderous, and his growl is far too loud for an enclosed space; it really belongs on some windswept plain out in the middle of nowhere.

In four large steps (bounds), he has reached the line, scattering the alphas. Then he’s got an arm around Suna and is dragging him back to the table, the order be damned. He rights his chair, sits down, and pulls Suna into his lap.

Suna is too startled to do anything but sit where he was placed. For about a minute, whereupon he pushes his shoulders up and says, “OK. That’s enough, Atsumu. I can sit by myself.”

“No,” growls Atsumu, his clawed hand on Suna’s chest, holding him in place.

Suna blinks and then slowly settles back down. It’s a ridiculous position, because he’s taller than Atsumu, and maybe even heavier.

Kita locks eyes with Suna and says, in a loud, deliberate voice, “Are you all right Rintarou?”

Suna rolls his eyes. “Of course I am. The day I can’t handle one idiot alpha..." His cheeks, however, are tinted pink.

Atsumu merely tightens his grip on Suna’s waist, leans his face into Suna’s back, and closes his eyes, ignoring everything except the omega who is, finally, right where he belongs.

#AtsuSuna #omega Suna #alpha Atsumu #possessive Atsumu

12 notes · View notes

ao3feed-iwaoi · 2 years

Text

To Lose Is To Win

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

by Sukihatake_cos

Omega Oikawa was in the fight of his life against hisold childhood friend turned academic rival, alpha Iwaizumi, for the number 1 spot in their class at Seijoh University.

Can Oikawa put his resentment at being abandoned by the alpha of his dreams, when said alpha ends up saving his decathlon team from forfeiting? Can he continue to deny his feelings when said alpha saves him from another alpha who corners him in the mist of his pre heat?

Words: 4786, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shouyou, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Yahaba Shigeru, Kyoutani Kentarou, Shirabu Kenjirou, Semi Eita, Shirofuku Yukie

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Academic Rivals to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Iwaizumi Hajime, Omega Oikawa Tooru, Alpha Sawamura Daichi, Omega Sugawara Koushi, Alpha Matsukawa Issei, Omega Hanamaki Takahiro, Miscommunication, omega abandonment, Yukie is a b, oikawa thinks Iwaizumi abandoned him, Angst, angst with comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CIThjpP

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

6 notes · View notes

captainhoothoot · 1 year

Text

#osasuna

Day 05: Feral behavior

Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022

⚠️ CW: nsfw | bitching

When Atsumu first came up with the ingenious idea of dragging his sorry ass to a dimly-lit pub right down the corner of a block after dinner, Osamu had been quick to reject his twin brother entirely. Knowing Atsumu would slither away into the lap of his mate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, was one thing.

After hearing that it was a gathering for volleyballers in the V league, having stopped volleyball in high school to embrace his culinary dreams, Osamu found it awkward if he were to be present.

While catching up with some players in the V league he considered friends was nice, there was a certain dark haired alpha he wanted to avoid at any cost.

Suna Rintarou- The reason for his demise and how Osamu wasn't able to get over the way Suna had shown him what it was like to ‘get wrecked’ and 'have his back blown out'.

Simply put, back when he was 20, Suna had shown him how good it felt to be an alpha being bitched.

Now Osamu was by no means a masochist. (At least he didn't peg himself to be one.) He wasn't submissive by nature.

Born as an alpha, he'd been hard wired to find an omega as his pair, before settling down, but something had gone seriously wrong with the way he was wired. He couldn't pop a knot fucking a slick, wet omega.

The first time he decided to leave a bar with another alpha, it proved to be an eye opener. But a good experience? Osamu begged to differ.

He wasn't a stranger to sleeping around or one night stands. While it took the edge off, Osamu never found it satisfying. Every fuck left him empty and even emptier when those alphas he'd been with, only cared about chasing after their own pleasures.

Every alpha, except Suna.

Suna had touched him with purpose, worshipping every part of his body, sending every part of his flesh jolting, like live wire. Large palms had circled around his waist, dragging his hips down a cock- thick, girthy and long.

Murmuring praises that sounded ridiculously hot in a silky smooth voice, Suna had made him cum on his cock with even more whispers of adoration, dragging out the pleasure in a long, torturous session, before finally giving him what he wanted- his knot.

Osamu hadn't been able to forget what being with the older, experienced alpha was like.

"Come on 'Samu, join us!"

"No."

Speed walking back to the train station and ignoring the petulant whining, complaints and insults for being ‘too uptight, rigid and in desperate need for a good lay’ coming from Atsumu, where Osamu finally caved in was when he met his twin's honey orbs glazed over with tears.

“I just want to have a drink with yer,” Atsumu mumbled sullenly, choking up on (crocodile) tears, “We haven't seen each other since you've been so busy with Onigiri Miya’s franchise opening. The rest of the team’s here too- Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata, MSBY, even the Adlers’. We booked the place in advance to celebrate the end of a season. Come on, ‘Samu, it'll be fun. Everyone wants to see how yer doing. ”

Osamu sighed begrudgingly, relenting.

What were the odds that he'd meet someone he had been avoiding for the past 2 years?

Dragged into the dimly lit pub, the loud clinking of glasses, dance music and cheering could be heard.

“Tsum Tsum and Samu’s here!” Bokuto hollered, upon noticing their entry.

Osamu found himself smiling at the warm welcome and nodded at the players mingling at different tables, drinking. Spotting Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi, he relaxed, settling amongst them. It was relieving when Kita and Aran came around and they delved into a catch up session.

It felt good talking to everyone at the bar, but Osamu should've known better that his paths with a certain alpha, were bound to cross.

Looking up from the rim of his shot glass, the familiar sight of a dark haired male standing by the entrance of the bar, made him go still. The look of interest and hunger in sultry fox-like eyes brought back Osamu's memories of being pinned under the punishing snap of hips, all too quickly.

The scent of mint and cherries filled Osamu's lungs. Taking a deep, shuddering inhale, his eyelashes fluttered shut as a full body shiver raked across his body.

“Osamu, you okay?"

The hand that rested on his lower back left as soon as a threatening growl and snarl emitted from parted lips that had kissed and worshipped every inch of his skin once.

"Don't fucking touch him."

A firm grip wrapped around Osamu's wrist, tugging him up forcefully, and out of the pub that had gone painfully silent, before going back to its initial volume. It was like they hadn't left in the first place. There was a strange serenity in being the only two people standing in the middle of a small alley.

Smelling the potent scent of Suna's pheromones up close, Osamu was a jittery mess. It didn't help that the grip on his wrist had yet to slacken.

Instead, the older alpha rubbed his wrists against that his scent glands.

Oh. This was it-

Osamu melted, jaws aching, saliva pooling in his mouth. He had missed this. The touch of an alpha older, more experienced, and knew what he was doing.

A knowing chuckle rumbled from Suna's chest.

"I've missed you, sweetheart," the dark haired alpha murmured lowly against his ear, dragging his hands down Osamu's sides, counting every rib, before resting his palms on his hips.

Osamu's breath hitched in his throat at the raw emotion laced in Suna's voice.

It sounded hoarse, near feral. Daring to look into misty grey eyes with flecks of olive greens and fine, rich molten gold, Osamu could only tremble from the sheer intensity and passion raging like a storm in Suna's eyes.

"I-"

"What do I need to do to keep you by my side, Osamu?" Suna spoke in an undertone, tugging him closer.

Their lips brushed against one another's. Osamu was positively weak in the knees, only held by the unyielding hold the taller alpha had on him. He found himself incapable of any words, but he wanted this. Whatever it was.

"Tell me, Osamu," The taller alpha gritted out, grip growing tighter.

It hurt, in a good way.

Osamu leant in, closing the distance. He was done running. He didn't want to run away from what he wanted. Desired. Yearned.

Even if it meant going against his nature as an alpha.

"Please, Rintarou."

"I'll take care of you for the rest of my life, sweetheart."

#osasuna #sunaosa #haikyuu!!#hq writing #hq omegaverse #hqomegaverseweek2022 #hq oneshot

2 notes · View notes

ladysunamireads · 2 years

Text

Small Fics for the Miya Pack Verse

Small fics for the Miya pack verse by Madfordinos

Little ideas i have that i don't have the proper motivation to write full length fics for! Set in the Miya pack verse.

Chapter 1:“Come on now Sakusa, can't say that about yours kids, gonna make people think you don't love ‘em.”

“I love them more than life itself, but I think this is retribution for not wearing a condom.” he said frankly.

Children are gifts, everyone knows this, yet a teething pup might as well be a demon for all the terror it causes.

Words: 2411, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of The Miya pack

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Suna Rintarou, Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shouyou, Samson Foster

Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu & Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu & Suna Rintarou, Sakusa Kiyoomi & Suna Rintarou, Hinata Shouyou & Miya Atsumu, Miya Atsumu & child

Additional Tags: Fluff, Teething, Olympics, Exhaustion, the sudden panic of waking up thinking your baby is missing, Family Feels, Parent-Child Relationship, pup fic, Baby Fic, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, Omega Miya Atsumu, Alpha Sakusa Kiyoomi, Alpha Suna Rintarou, Omega Miya Osamu, Omega Hinata Shouyou, not being able to sleep due to teething baby, Fluff and Humor

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42694335

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kagehina #♥#Kagehina #Miya Atsumu #Sakusa Kiyoomi #Haikyuu #⚣#R:G #ABO AU #A:Madfordinos

3 notes · View notes

hidden-otaku-stuff · 2 years

Text

honestly just thinking of alpha suna snuggling into you on the couch, his long arms wrapped against your waist holding you to him as his nose brushes against your scent glands

alpha suna purring, deep and low in his chest only for you

#skye rambles #skye's thirstin #alpha suna #alpha suna rintaro #alpha suna rintarou #alpha suna fluff #alpha suna rintaro fluff #alpha suna rintarou fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu omegaverse #haikyuu a/b/o #hq omegaverse #suna fluff #suna rintarou fluff

360 notes · View notes

saintobio · 3 years

Text

RUSH ΣΘΒ — a haikyuu x jjk frat au collab

welcome to the annual fraternity rush! are you ready to party all night and meet the most attractive frat brothers and srat sisters around the campus?

HOUSE RULES & RUSHEE INFORMATION.

all rushees must be strictly 18+ only, minors dni

please contact the chapter president (@saintobio) with the hq / jjk frat boy or srat girl of your choice. all fraternities and sororities are grouped accordingly.

one blog per character only. threesomes and gangbangs are accepted in all houses.

smut with or without plot and dc are accepted. tags and warnings must be labeled accordingly.

can be written in any form (hc or oneshot)

fanarts are also accepted

kindly tag me so i can reblog. you may use the hashtags #hq.fratboys or #jjk.fratboys

deadline is until 31st Aug (bid day!)

if this flops, atsumu will haze yall 😣

// HAIKYUU FRAT ROW //

SIGMA ZETA (ΣΖ) : msby

bros before hoes — me (sakusa, bokuto, atsumu, hinata)

KAPPA THETA XI (ΚΘΞ) : seijoh

movie star — @iwas-baby (iwaizumi hajime)

punish you — @beelzen (hanamaki takahiro)

matsukawa issei — @444tsumu

iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru (fanart) — by anon01

SIGMA ALPHA OMICRON (ΣΑΟ) : inarizaki

give and take — @inarizahki (kita shinsuke)

ojiro aran — @suedebunn

miya osamu — @tojidreams

miya atsumu — @liaslight

cigarettes after sex — @https-inarizaki (suna rintarou)

UPSILON PSI (ΥΨ) : itachiyama

kiyoomi sakusa — @pissei

IOTA DELTA GAMMA (ΙΔΓ): shiratorizawa

semi eita — @reiomi

PHI ETA (ΦΗ) : karasuno

tsukishima kei — @iznui

coin — @sukxma (sugawara koushi)

THETA RHO OMEGA (ΘΡΩ) : fukurodani

ripe for the picking — @hornime (akaashi keiji)

LAMBDA XI (ΛΞ) : tag teams

atsumu, kita, suna — @haikyutiehoe

tsukishima, kuroo, bokuto — @katboykiyo

sharing is caring — @semisgroupie (nishinoya yuu, tanaka ryunosuke)

more...

// JJK FRAT ROW //

ALPHA ZETA PHI (ΑΖΦ) : gojou / okkotsu

i hate you, i love you — me (gojou satoru)

medicine — @slxtte (okkotsu yuuta)

BETA PI EPSILON (ΒΠΕ) : zen’in / fushiguro

fushiguro megumi — @nanikoreeeh

OMEGA LAMBDA (ΩΛ) : kamo / choso

on the sacred bonds of brotherhood — @lovesakusa (choso)

GAMMA TAU RHO (ΓΤΡ) : others

todou, itadori — @delirieum

the bet — @godbaji (getou suguru)

more...

[writing accurate descriptions of the greek life is not required but highly appreciated whenever possible. you can simply use ie. frat boy!atsumu in a party + the smut scene as long as it’s a college au. you are also welcome to check the frat terminologies should you need it as a guide]

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu collab #hq x reader #hq x you #hq smut #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk collab #hq x jjk #frat boy haikyuu #frat boy jjk #8teen.plus

1K notes · View notes

secondhand-trash · 3 years

Text

Hello… very glad to see you here again…

Last Kinktober was the month when I wrote the most out of any given period of my life. There were some… highs and lows in my creative process but it sure was a fun ride. Ngl I’m kinda scared to go into this again because I know for a fact that me now will have to try and balance way more in life while making time for writing vs me then but I just can’t control myself. This October, I’m focusing mainly on all the fic ideas that I have stacked up but never find the motivation to start, some even going wayyy back to last kinktober when I came up with them. A lot of these has a lot of potential to get super long so let’s all wish me luck lolol

Much like last year, I’m not going to be doing all days because I just… I can’t do it lmao I did try to plan my fics to space out more regularly than how I did it last year and you can see the schedule below!

‘Nough said, here is my lineup for kinktober 2021:

Predator/prey … Okkotsu Yuuta

Cam couple … Suna Rintarou

Gloryhole … Fushiguro Toji

Pegging … Gojo Satoru

Mind control … Phantom of the opera!Inumaki Toge

Intoxication … noble consort!Akaashi Keiji

Office … Kuroo Tetsurou

Oviposition … naga!Getou Suguru

Mirror … evil spirits!Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu

Nyotaimori (body sushi) … Zenin Naoya

Cucking … college!Itadori Yuuji

Somnophilia … ???!Fushiguro Megumi

Cosplay … HQ

A/B/O … alpha!Kita Shinsuke

Cosplay … JJK

(due to a change of plans, this whole thing will be moved to my new blog^^)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen smut

201 notes · View notes

tisalovestory · 3 years

Text

(yes I kinda copy+pasted the whole thing from the old post lmao)

Fun fact, I started using Tumblr regularly because I needed to keep up with other people’s kinktober posts in 2019 so to start this off during kinktober is very much so a full circle moment for me (even though this doesn’t actually feel very kinktober-y because I spaced things out). Everything will be linked as the month progresses^^

Predator/prey … Okkotsu Yuuta

Cam couple … Suna Rintarou

Gloryhole … Fushiguro Toji

Pegging … Gojo Satoru

Mind control … Phantom of the opera!Inumaki Toge

Intoxication … noble consort!Akaashi Keiji

Office … Kuroo Tetsurou

Oviposition … naga!Getou Suguru

Mirror … evil spirits!Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu

Nyotaimori (body sushi) … Zenin Naoya

Cucking … college!Itadori Yuuji

Somnophilia … ???!Fushiguro Megumi

Cosplay … HQ

A/B/O … alpha!Kita Shinsuke

Cosplay … JJK

If you want to be tagged in my fics for kinktober, feel free to sign up for my general taglist here or send me a dm^^ links will be added as the fics are posted so do come back and check for new additions once the chaos has started😌✨

AO3

#haikyuu smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #kinktober 2021

119 notes · View notes

b0ba-chan · 3 years

Note

suna noncon claiming u as his mate

suna x reader

cw mature content, omegaverse, scenting, noncon, biting

the whole ejp team have never pushed you out of your comfort zone. being their manager, they respected your boundaries and knew to keep you close during big games. obviously there has to be a fair amount of alphas in this career path; tall men loom over one another as they try and one up each other off and on the court.

rintarou seemed to be the closest one to you both physically and relationship wise. he always seem the most attentive to your critiques, listening to what you had to saw while keeping close to your body. it wasn’t uncomfortable at all, it seemed so natural.

it also seemed like he was scenting you on accident, his smell always wafting over you and sending you in a relaxed state. it was just so easy to be around him.

but it was a shock when suna’s rut triggers out of nowhere.

it already felt heavy in the gym but it wasn’t too alarming. you work independently in the stock room, looking for equipment as the men all stretch out for the day. the tense aura started to loom over you as you start to grab the handle of the volleyball cart.

strong arms wrap around your middle as a familiar scent wafts over your, making you knees buckle and fall limp in the arms. you felt the alpha tighten his grip to press his chest to your back. his scent was overwhelming making your cunt leak but your voice whimpering out for it to stop.

“why so scared? you never seemed to hate when i scent you, dear omega.” the familiar voice perks up as his tongue laps at the scent gland on the back of your neck. you shiver and turn to face rintarou, dilated pupils staring into your own.

you part your lips to protest but immediately shutting you up when teeth graze over the gland. tears bubble in your eyes as he nips on the sensitive skin.

how has nobody found you yet? is no one worried?

“my omega and only mine.” his growl comes deep from his chest as he reaches around to cover your mouth, biting down to mark you as his.

#boba!answers #boba!drab #boba!suna #!abo #tw omegaverse #tw noncon #!noncon #tw dark #suna smut

260 notes · View notes

ao3feed-iwaoi · 2 years

Text

Judgmental

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

by Lunar_Lunar

Atsumu is tired. Tired of not relying on anyone expect himself. He can't keep up with his life and volleyball when all he has to think about is making the ends meet. As an Omega still in college he can't expect himself to make enough money. Determined to make easy money he starts innocently into selling his slick, soon he is getting more and more popular around Alphas and he is thrown into a new life of webcam work so he can keep up with volleyball. What if the newly joined Alpha on his team happens to be one of his biggest viewer?

Words: 4649, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu, Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu's Parents, Hinata Shouyou, Bokuto Koutarou

Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Getting Together, Eventual Smut, Omega Miya Atsumu, Alpha Hinata Shouyou, Alpha Oikawa Tooru, Strangers to Lovers, Mpreg, Original Character(s), Mentioned MSBY Black Jackals, Dominant Omega, How Do I Tag, Alpha Suna Rintarou, Omega Miya Osamu, Alpha Sakusa Kiyoomi, Family Bonding, heat - Freeform, Happy Ending, Omega Komori Motoya, Pornstars, omegas have pussies, Marking, Love at first scent, Pro Volleyball Player Miya Atsumu, Mutual Pining

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oHgSstX

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

2 notes · View notes

tarousprettybaby · 2 years

Text

The Teacher's Assistant is a Witch {Prologue}

Pairing: Werewolf!Suna Rintarou x Witch!OC (Scarlett Chase)

Summary: Rintarou and Scarlett hear two scarily similar things despite their fundamental differences.

Genre: A little bit of everything I suppose, let's go with dramedy tho lol.

Warning(s): Self confidence issues?, pressure (like a drip, drip, drip.... sorry I'll stop). That's all for rn.

Word Count: 1210

Author's Notes: First time writing in a second, but this idea popped up and I couldn't quite let it go, so this is a tentative series. My first one too sooooo yay! If any of yall remember a while back I posted a snippet I had written of an unnamed story, well this is the start of that! SO I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated! :)

‘Education is everything in this world. It is fundamental to establishing yourself, your family, your career, your magic, your everything. People pay close attention to everything you do while in school; no matter how big or small you see your school, there’s always a professional looking for a young witch, wizard, or warlock to snatch and mold into a new someone. With that being said, I encourage every one of you to realize that you are the new magical standard. I expect to see each of your names written in the stars in due time. The past faces of Aberghee are intelligent and powerful, show them and us that this hasn’t changed.’

“These words are spoken to each and every class of the Aberghee Academy of the Divine Magic Arts each year by the ever-faithful headmaster. And each year after the opening ceremony, we sum up the events and give an exclusive on some of the most prominent and promising students at the divine Academy.” Rants the nameless and borderline faceless social media entertainer. Her and her coworker grin as they gossip and gasp at the pictures of different students and highlight moments of the festivities. Until they get to one student, in particular, a lull in the conversation appears.

+++

“But do you really think he is ready?” asks a voice. The tone is steady but holds a tinge of uncertainty to it. The table is silent as everyone looks towards its head in question.

It only makes sense to question what was just said. After all, they all knew from the past what some teenagers could be like. What a teenager in power could be like. The suggestion was a dangerous one, to say the least. He would either crumble or rise. And with Suna Rintarou, it was hard to predict just which one would take place.

“I believe he is.” This voice is steady as well, but unlike the other one, it’s also strong. It’s the kind of voice that sends shivers down your spine. The kind that makes you believe it. The voice of an alpha. “Maybe he won’t take over immediately, but I’ve been training him to take over within the year.”

The murmurs around the table begin like they had been before the pressing question had been asked. Some agreed, and others did not, all unsure of how accurate the words were.

+++

“Ahhh, the illustrious Scarlett Chase, she’s an interesting one, isn’t she?”

“Woah, just take a gander at this spell she cast during the top student duel! Absolutely breathtaking!”

“Just a show-stopping move, isn’t it?” inquires the female announcer once more.

“Yes, it is, but after all, what do you expect from the daughter of Grandwitch Mary Jane Chase?” counters the male announcer. At the bottom of the screen, a bio for the girl pops up. It reads:

“Scarlett Hyacinth Chase is the 18-year-old daughter of Grandwitch Mary Jane Chase. Currently, she is listed as the 3rd highest-ranking student at Aberghee Academy and the 6th in the whole territory. However, she is expected to overtake Raven Biles as the 2nd ranking at the Academy and to rise to 3rd or 4th ranking in her territory by the end of her final year of studying. Her strength rests in her superior mental magic ability, a skill hard for younger scholars to achieve, yet Chase has mastered flawlessly. In addition, creation magic is also a preference of hers. Perhaps most interesting, she’s expected to take over her mother’s position of Grandmaster within the year, a feat unheard of by the witch republic for over a hundred years. The last time such an undertaking was made in the 18thcentury but was quickly outlawed.”

The announcer’s drone on. About her pedigree, about how she’s set to have a fantastic career as a Grandwitch. They bring up her temperament issues, her rumored superiority complex, the way that no one in the general public truly knows her.

The last words on the subject?

+++

“I think the chief is correct.” Somebody voices vehemently. “If you look at Rintarou from the scholarly perspective, I think there’s obvious intelligence. The leadership quality is shown on the court. He’s not the captain, but he still has formidable control over the team. And he shows he cares for this community in everything he does. I believe he is ready.”

However, before anyone can really digest the information, another voice speaks up.

“But I have to question, for all that he has accomplished, he has yet to really interact with other groups in the way that a young alpha looking to take over a pack should.” They turn to the head of the table once more. “He hasn’t even left this town, has he Suna-san? What will he do when faced with conflicts from outside, from the Mifel fairies to the east or the Chase witches to the south or-”

“That’s why such an important transfer of power won’t happen until next year. I merely wanted to bring up the topic now, so you all are aware of the changes to come.” Says the woman. The head of the pack. Female alphas were rare and often quite repressed. But for Suna Tomoko, there’s no doubt in her power, at the weight of her words. “My son will take my place next year, and I believe he will be ready by then. I just have a few other things to teach him. He is a talented boy; he will catch on quite easily.”

The others are inclined to agree with her words, the fact their alpha was saying it having little to do with their agreeance. Anyone would agree if they knew Rintarou. He was unique.

“He really is a prodigy, isn’t he?”

+++

“She really is a prodigy, isn’t she?”

+++

The tv is turned off after the words are spoken. A shaky breath escapes the lips of the girl as she proceeds to curl in on herself just a little more. So many expectations. Her eyes drift back down to the coffee table, but they focus on the piece of paper. It’s a letter from the dean and addressed to her mother. She knows what it says, and the inside of her chest is similar to that of a volcano. Bubbling and boiling just below the surface in a bid to explode. How will she react to the news? The news that her perfect student wasn’t as excellent as usual?

A prodigy? Me? What kind of bullshit is that? His mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to search for proof of what everyone at that damned table had just claimed. What his own mother had claimed. How could he be ready to take over for her? The boy walks, no he paces, the hallway just around the corner from the council room. Suddenly it all hits just a bit harder, the words that had been said, and he stops. His breath speeds up. It speeds up entirely too quickly; he’s hyperventilating, trying to find his thoughts. It doesn’t work. He’s still racing without even moving. I’m not ready, I’m not prepared, I’m not ready. I can’t do it, not yet.

============================================

#suna rinatro #Suna x oc #haikyuu!!#haikyuu suna #suna angst #hq x oc #hq suna #suna rintarou series #werewolf!suna #witch!reader #hq x reader #suna x reader #suna x you

8 notes · View notes