Seijoh X F!reader

☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked

warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty

a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.

atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.

at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.

he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.

kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.

“so….miya”

atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.

“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.

“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”

the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.

despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.

sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

the video started playing.

atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”

experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.

“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.

everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.

grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.

“knock yourselves out.”

the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.

© — SLUTTSUMU 2023

cw: slight dubcon, taking pictures, groping (all consensual)

obsessed!geto who loves spoiling you, taking you out on dates and buying you whatever your heart desires because he knows that you’ll let him fuck you in whatever he wants to see you in.

you want a new sweater? it’ll end up bunched around your collarbone as he tugs it up to stare at your tits.

“suguu!! stop it you perv!”, you whine as he intently stares at your mounds, reaching out to fondle them.

“calling me that only turns me on more, angel”

obsessed!geto will get you a necklace with his initial on it, a subtle display of affection. to you, it’s a piece of jewelry that you cherish. but to him, it’s his claim over you.

he watched the small initial necklace bounce against your neck and collarbone, back and forth, as he slammed his cock into you from the back.

drilling his cock into you and smiling, watching the shining metal around you neck, he leaned down to whisper in your ear

“mine, all mine”

obsessed!geto who always has his hands on you at all times, especially when you two are in public. it doesn’t matter if you’re wearing pants or shorts, he’ll have his hand on your ass. even better if you’re wearing a skirt, he’ll put his hand under your skirt and squeeze your cute butt!

if someone tries flirting with you while he’s not there, you best believe he’s coming back, running his hands over your back and wrapping around your waist.

“oh? who’s this, angel? no one? that’s what i thought”

obsessed!geto who just loves taking pictures of you when you’re vulnerable! at first it, it starts with him just taking cute photos of you but when you two start dating, he tests the waters a little, with your permission of course!

when you’re sleeping, when you’re in the shower, when you’re cooking or cleaning, he just loves anything you do!

his personal favorite is one where he snapped a picture of you when you passed out after a mind-numbing orgasm. your face was in your pillow, drooling while your nice little ass was faced up, showing how both of your holes were destroyed, gaping, and full of cum. he’s just so obsessed with you!! <3

AGH i love geto ill make a pt 2 soon

Thinking about slow sensual sex with Osamu in missionary as he’s drilling your shit because Atsumu was flirting with you on accident (drunk) and instead of ‘Samu getting pissed he gets insecure because he’s had a rough week at work so he’s pouring all his emotions into it and holding you tight cos he’s afraid you’ll leave him and he’s sucking hickeys into your neck whilst whispering praise and love confession into your ear and 😀 this shit bussin

- 🍣

i’ve been on osamu brainrot for a long while now like :((( and this just :(((

atsumu didn’t mean to flirt with you. he’s a natural flirt sober, so it’s imaginable how he’d be drunk. it’s not that he chose to flirt with you out of spite for his brother, or even just to get on his nerves slightly. he just did. so you wait for your boyfriend to snap back at him, to get angry and to shove him off of you, to possessively pull you to him. anything. 

except all he does is just sigh lowly and lean close to you till his forehead’s nearly resting against your shoulder, before he whispers, “can we please go home?” and his voice is uncharacteristically small, a little bit shaky, and so, so tired. you wouldn’t have thought twice any other occasion, but today, you make effort in actually leaving as possible as you can. your hand is in his the whole time until the both of you are safely home. 

the first thing he does once the door shuts behind you is pull you into a searing kiss. it’s passionate and soft and breathtaking, the way it always is with osamu. but there’s something there that unidentifiable for you. you can’t seem to put a finger on what’s— different. but all you know is that something is off. either way, you’re quick to lose yourself in the kiss, like always, allowing him to guide you to your shared bedroom, to strip you of your clothes, to strip himself of his, to kiss you open mouthed as he lays you on the mattress ever so gently. 

he sinks into you so slowly, his face buried in the crook of your neck. and it doesn’t lift up from there. his hands roam free and his lips kiss at your neck and his teeth sink into your skin as he pants and gasps against you, thrusting inside of you deeply, but his face is completely turned away from you. it’s not completely off till you realize he hasn’t made a move to kiss you at all, but he always leaves you a little brainless when he fucks you, no matter how he’s fucking you, so you let him. you let him hide against you, his hands squeezing at your sides and hips as you finally hear him let out a broken, “i love you, i love you—” and his chest heaves, his breath hiccups as he adds a small, whimpering, “please—”

like he’s— like he’s begging you to hear him. to hear him and acknowledge that he loves you, he loves you so much, and that you love him too. he’s begging tell me you love me too, tell me you love me, tell me you love me— because he’s just so tired. tired of simply being miya atsumu’s brother, tired of placing second, tired of not being wanted, not being admired, not being loved. and he’s so scared, so scared that he’ll eventually fall so far behind, fall so deep within the shadow of his brother that it’ll be too dark to navigate. and who is he in comparison to someone like his brother? how can he be so sure that you do love him? and that it won’t be so easy to love his brother instead? 

so he begs, silently, quietly, tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me—

and you do. with your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close to you, close as you ever will be and ever can be, as he sharply and slowly thrusts into you, you tell him you love him, you love him so much, forever and always. 

“always you, samu,” you promise, lips pressed to his temple, breath shaky and limbs trembling. “only you, and always you.” 

and he tries, he tries so hard to believe you. he tries, and tries, and tries. with his face still hidden from you, and his heart in his throat, he tries. for you. 

therapists don’t want to tell you this, but the best thing you can do for your mental health is to be a hater

Negotiation

Dabi x F!Reader x Hawks smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Dubcon, blowjobs (m.receiving) implies Stockholm Syndrome

Synopsis: Dabi gets a blowjob while negotiating with Hawks, then he proceeds to offer you for his companion

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Word count: 1.2k

A.N.: Found this almost done from my drafts

Hawks steps the stairs down into the basement of an abandoned building. It’s dark, albeit he sees dust floating in the musty air, an indication of just how long the place has been deserted. It’s a perfect spot to meet a certain man from the other side of the law and no more than a few minutes later Hawks enters a small, dimly lit room.

With a few pieces of furniture scattered around aimlessly, his golden eyes are drawn to the armchair and the obscene sight in front of him. Dabi is sitting on the chair, his eyes closed and he leans his head back, legs spreaded and you’re on your knees in between them. His hand rests on top of your head as you suck his cock, bobbing your head back and forth.

Despite witnessing such a lewd scene, Hawks is unbothered and just casually stuffs his hands in the pockets of his pants. His smile remains unfaltering as he approaches the flame villain.

“Yo, Dabi!“ He greets, which makes Dabi open his eyes.

“Oh hey. Didn’t notice you there,“ Dabi replies, but does nothing to stop you from sucking his dick.

“So you had a plan to test those so-called High-End Nomus?“ Hawks asks while pulling another armchair for himself and taking a seat opposite Dabi.

“Yeah. Nngh— I’ll be having them tested somewhere secluded. Probably by the coast and I need you to do me a favor,“ Dabi explains while his hand tangles in your hair, grasping in wordless demand for you to keep going.

“What do you need?“

“I need you to– Nnhh.. Bring someone strong. Someone who can fight a Nomu.”

“Someone strong?“ Hawks asks, not minding the way his companion groans.

“Y-yeah.”

“Hmm.. I’ll need to think. Perhaps it should be a–”

“Hold that thought—“ Dabi interrupts while both of his hands suddenly grasp your hair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat.

Hawks blinks, but then a lazy and somewhat amused smile spreads on his face. He folds his leg over the other with ankle resting on top of his knee, assuming that Dabi was about to finish as he fucks your mouth faster.

“That’s it baby— fucking take it,” he groans, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. He bucks his hips up and a few thrusts later thick ropes of cum shoot in the back of your throat.

“Fuck..!” He grunts loudly, panting in pleasure and holding your head still while emptying himself in your mouth.

You gag and as his grip loosens, you pull away for air, but the lack of it makes you fall on your ass. Out of breath, fresh sperm trails down the side of your mouth and dribbles down your chest.

“Whew,” Dabi huffs a sigh, satisfied as he tucks himself back into his pants, “Thanks, baby,” he grins down at you as you keep catching your breath. The arsonist then digs a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and proceeds to light one up. Drawing a deep breath he then looks at Hawks.

“You were saying?“

Hawks smiles lazily at his audacity, “Perhaps you want a pro-hero to fight the High-End?”

“Hmm.. Not anyone from the top though. Has to be someone strong , but not too famous,” he ponders out loud, which makes Hawks hum pensively.

“Oh how rude of me!” Dabi exclaims suddenly, catching Hawks’s attention, “You want some?“ He asks the hero and glances at you.

“Huh?” Hawks blinks, confused.

“I’m sure you’ve had a long day. This one here can help you get your rocks off,” Dabi says and as Hawks looks at him oddly, his lips twist into a smirk, “She gives the sloppiest head.”

Hawks then takes a moment to look at you, wondering whether your consent is being taken into consideration. You seem willing though as you lean on Dabi’s leg like a trained and most importantly, loyal pet, your hooded eyes showing what appears to be wanton glint. The way your tongue sweeps the sperm from your lips— whether on purpose or not, is too tempting for him to refuse Dabi’s offer.

So the doubtful look he wears turns into something between a smile and a lazy grin, “Sure,” he says.

Dabi smirks and gives your shoulder a few taps, “Go on, baby. Give him a treat.”

Hawks can tell from the way you crawl between his spreaded legs and the way you swiftly unzip his pants that it’s a routine you must repeat a lot. He watches as you pull his half-hard cock from its confines and wrap your lips around the tip.

“Oh shit.. “ Hawks groans, leaning his head back as pleasure starts running through his body, “You weren’t kidding, she clearly knows what she’s doing,” he comments as you bob your head back and forth on his cock.

Dabi’s features twist into a malicious grin as he blows the smoke out of his nostrils, “I know, right.”

Hawks grits his teeth as you take him deeper into your willing throat, lewd squelching sounds echoing in the nearly empty room, “So ah— I was thinking maybe someone from the lower ranks would do— Nnh!”

Dabi taps his cigarette to get rid of excess ash, “Yeah, that may do,” he tilts his head, amused by his companion that can barely focus on the conversation— much like himself when you sucked his dick.

Hawks places his hands on both sides of your head, fingers gently gripping your hair, not too tight, but commanding enough for you to keep going.

“That’s it— Don’t stop.”

Allowing him as deep as you can, your hand works what you can’t handle. Tongue rubbing the underside of his cock, he grunts, chest heaving in pleasure. Your mouth feels so good, so warm and wet as you drool all over his shaft.

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you get him teetering on the edge of his release. His hand now gripping your hair, forcing you to gag on his length. But you’re persistent and keep going, jerking him off while sucking every inch that can fit in your mouth. Saliva drips down the side of your mouth, down your chest and on his clothes.

Hawks pants in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut as he gets closer, “Fuck..! Suck that fucking cock..!” He groans breathily, moving his hips to fuck your mouth.

You moan, enjoying the feeling of your throat getting used, the tone of pleasure leaving no doubt to neither of the men of how soaked your panties must be.

“Nngh.. Fuck.. Don’t stop..! Fuck..!” Hawks groans as he blows his load deep into your mouth. You hum contentedly, making sure to drink every drop.

He then slowly loosens his hold on your hair and allows you to pull his cock out of your mouth. He pants in bliss while Dabi leans his cheek in the palm of his hand, grin never faltering.

“Do we have a deal?” He asks.

Hawks keeps catching his breath before opening his hooded eyes, “Deal.”

itoshi sae does not exaggerate. he finds the whole idea of making a big deal out of nothing to be repulsive.

still, he swears that he feels physically ill whenever you’re not around.

(it’s the first reason of many he’ll ever give you when you tell him you have to leave for more than a day.)

“my head hurts.”

you don’t even look at him.

he frowns, “my head hurts a lot.”

“that’s too bad,” you say absentmindedly, “you should take some medicine for that.”

“i already did.” (he did not.) “it didn’t do anything.” (because he doesn’t need it.)

his frowns deepens when he notices you’re still focused on packing your things in a duffel bag. (his duffel bag. the one he was sure he’d hidden from you. the one you weren’t supposed to find.)

he calls out your name. his expression softens when you look at him.

“my stomach hurts.”

his lips quirk up just a tiny bit when you give him an annoyed look.

“sae.”

“my stomach really hurts.” he whines, slumping against the bed. a smile spreads through his lips when you cross your arms.

“you should take some medicine for that,” you frown, “even if you are sick, i have to go to this field trip.”

he takes out one of your shirts from the duffel bag, “says who?”

“my teacher.” you pry it off his hands, “my grade.”

you stick your tongue out at him, stuffing your shirt back into the bag, “my conscience.”

“but you’ll be gone for too long,” he sighs dramatically.

“it’s literally just two days.” you deadpan.

“like i said,” he pouts, “too long.”

you sigh, moving to sit down on the bed, “i’ll bring you a souvenir.”

a smile tugs at your lips when he perks up. you reach out to run your hand through his hair.

sae leans into your touch, “i’d rather have you stay than have a stupid souvenir.”

you hum, “wanna know a secret?”

he nods, curiosity swimming in his eyes. a small smile blooms on his lips.

“i kinda really don’t wanna go.” you mumble.

“just stay, then.” he tugs you closer to him.

you sigh, slumping against him. “i can’t. it’s worth a chunk of my grade.”

sae frowns, flicking your forehead, “just say you had a family emergency.”

“i said that last time.” you click your tongue. “i don’t think my teacher would believe that again.”

an amused laugh leaves his lips. “say you’re sick, then.”

“don’t tell me what to do,” you tease, “besides i may or may not have already told my teacher i’d go.”

sae sits up, a look of disbelief on his face, “you what?”

“i already said i’d go,” you sheepishly smile at him.

sae flops back onto the bed, brows furrowed and pouting, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“you would’ve insisted you were sick to stop me from going,” you lean over him. “like you were doing a while ago.”

he looks away from you, flushing. “i don’t know what you mean.”

you smile, poking his nose, “i’m sure you don’t.”

he bites back a smile when you press a quick peck on his cheek.

“but if you were feeling sick, i know you’d go take some medicine instead of exaggerating just to get me to stay.”

he pouts. your smile widens. he tugs you down towards him, “you suck.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” you laugh.

you lay on his chest for a while, sae’s arms snug around you. he rests his cheek on top of your head.

“do you really have to go?”

“‘m afraid so,” you sigh, nuzzling into him. “i promise i’ll text you whenever i can.”

“you better,” he smiles, “you also have to call me.”

“i promise i will.” you laugh.

you squeak when he squeezes you, laughter leaving his lips.

“sae.” you mumble.

“yeah?”

you lift yourself off his chest, looking at him. “i have to finish packing.”

he groans, “finish later. you should nap with me instead.”

you playfully stick your tongue out at him. “you and i both know if i take a nap with you i’m never going to finish packing.”

he shrugs, sighing, “it was worth a shot.”

you sit up, brows raising in surprise when sae sits up after you.

“just because i’m not gonna nap doesn’t mean you can’t,” you tilt your head to the side.

sae stretches his arms up, yawning, “if i help you pack, you’ll take a nap with me sooner.”

he gingerly cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss. he hums against your lips.

“besides,” he pulls away, smiling, “if i help you pack, you’ll have to bring me back a souvenir as a reward.”

you laugh, “if you say so.”

sae’s not much help with packing. he just unceremoniously stuffs your remaining clothes into the duffel bag, scoffing when you tell him he’s doing it wrong.

(still, you bring him back a souvenir when you come home from your trip. as a way to both thank him for helping you pack, and as an apology because you’ll have to go on another trip soon.)

meet me in the pouring rain

tags: comfort, established relationship, aftermath of fights, happy ending!!!!!

obviously, you two had your fights. it would be stupid to think you didn't: stupid to assume the two of you were constantly perfect.

you curl up by the door of your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from crying.

you hated this. you hated how you had expected anything different. of course sae itoshi would choose football over you. it was what he had been doing for his entire life.

but why had you thought today would be something different? just because it was your birthday?

you had asked him if you two were doing anything so excitedly, so stupidly. he had looked at you with the blankest expression you had seen.

and of course when you tried to press the matter, he had snapped at you that he was busy- to not bother him before practice.

and the words had spewed out of your mouth, telling him to get on with it and get out of the house.

sae hadn't argued further, merely blinking at you in vague confusion before slamming the door behind him.

he hadn't returned for lunch. and with the sheer amount of rain outside, you knew he couldn't be practicing still. (well, you mused, there was a slight chance.)

but that meant he had to be taking shelter somewhere away from your home, somewhere with other people.

lightning crackled outside. the rain was really coming on in droves now. you curl further into a ball and listen to your own heartbeat, steady and calming.

the notification sound of your phone was a scare, and you flinch, hard. you look around for the source of the noise. the dings continue on and on.

when you finally find your phone, you're stunned to see the contact sae <33

the messages are a clear change from his usual short ones, practically an entire chain of frantic words. it's a drastic change compared to the dead silence he's been giving you today.

y/n

fuck i'm sorry

i didn't mean what i did in the morning

i forgot the date i'm so sorry

y/n?

i'm outside. you don't have to come if you don't want to. i'll stay.

you stare at that last message. sae was-

you run to her window, heart rate rising. you can barely see past the sheer amount of rain slamming down.

but sae was there. you can make out his vague form, the rain unforgivably landing on top of his head.

you almost fall down the stairs with how fast you run down. you skid to a stop in front of the door.

your hand turns on the knob.

“sae,” you breathe out.

sae looks at you with a bouquet of soaked roses and a small box, looking more like a drowned rat than the boyfriend you knew.

“you're going to get sick,” you sputter. “what were you-”

“i love you,” sae interrupts, eyes glowing with an intensity unfamiliar to you.

you've only seen that look on the field, when he's truly concentrating.

"i'm so fucking sorry," he continues. "i need you to know that you are my first priority. i know i don't act like it- but you're the best thing that's happened to me."

your mouth hangs open, your voice weak. "come inside."

he does. you gently take the roses from him and place them on the table. he pockets the box, and you don't question him.

sae waits patiently for you to speak.

"i'm sorry too," you finally say. "i shouldn't have-"

he grabs onto your hands, squeezing reassuringly. "don't apologize. im the one who forgot. it's not-it'll never be your fault."

you swallow. "i love you. but you should really go change-"

"before that," sae digs back into his pocket and pulls out the neatly wrapped box. "here."

the wrapping paper gives easily underneath your nails. you eye the box warily. it's clearly jewelry, so you crack the thing open-

"jesus christ-" you fumble the box.

sae catches it easily, raising one eyebrow.

"you got a ring?"

"it's not what you think it is." he hums, gently taking the ring out of the box. it's a pretty little thing, all delicate and fragile looking. "my proposal wouldn't be this tacky."

you stare at him. "so the ring is..."

"a promise," he answers as he slides it carefully onto your finger. "for a better one eventually."

the blood rushes to your face immediately. sae doesn't seem phased at all, even if he's just confessed that he's going to marry you.

"i-"

sae sneezes. once, and then twice.

you grab his arm. "okay. you are getting into some warm clothes."

he frowns, but follows you up the stairs anyway.

when the two of you reach the bedroom, you stop him by the door.

"you know, i only wanted two words."

his head tilts almost imperceptibly, confusion leaking-

sae smiles. "happy birthday."

The eyes that never look back.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙