AS HE SHOULD FFS MY MOUTH IS WIDE OPEN AT ANY TIME SIR

i heard a/b/o dynamics and i was summoned

alpha!Atsumu, who has dated plenty of pretty omegas. Who's spent heats with girlfriends, hook-ups, and etc. Who loves walking into the room and tasting his partner's arousal in the air already, heady and dizzying. Who loves hunching over his omega partners, dripping with sweat, and watching them whine and sob for his knot, legs opening shamelessly and hips bucking eagerly.

Who has never met an omega quite as sweet as you before. Who smells you before he sees you and nearly chokes on his own tongue, his dick half-hard by the time he manages to actually get a glimpse of you, as you're walking down the street with your work bag slung over your shoulder.

Who immediately asks you to coffee near the MSBY gym, proceeds to fall deliriously in love with you. Who finds himself helplessly endeared by your blushing, your laugher, your big Bambi eyes, and your soft little cry-baby heart. Who listens patiently when you tell him that you'd like to wait until your heat to have sex with him for the first time, his heart squeezing with such affection as you duck your head down and look up at him through your lashes and murmur "I think it'll just be so cute and romantic".

Who thinks he's got this in the bag, when you let him know the week you start to feel a little warmer than usual. Who starts preparing a special go-bag full of your favorite snacks, some of his sweaty tee-shirts, and plenty of gatorade for the both of you to guzzle down between romps. Who knows not to jerk off for a few days leading up to your heat, so he plenty of cum for you. Who imagines how it'll feel when you're crying and cumming beneath him, soft and desperate, begging for your big alpha on top. Who has to squeeze the base of his dick punishingly when he thinks about how wet and creamy your pussy will be, sucking him in all hungry and naughty. Who already has calculated how the next few days will go: you'll probably want to spend the first day necking and kissing, before getting to the main event.

Who realizes that he's COMPLETELY out of his depth when he arrives with some onigiris, his go-bag, and a kiss, only for him to be shoved and roughly man-handled into your best and thoroughly ravished. Who can only gasp and stammer in shock when you tear his pants down and immediately start choking yourself on his dick, like you're going to die if you don't. Who's stammering "d-don't you wanna take it slo—ughnnnnn" when you roll your underwear to the side and promptly sit right down on his dick, your hips rolling so naughty and sinister that Atsumu can literally feel his balls swell up. Who can only moan helplessly, convulsing like you'd milked his entire spirit out of his body, as his eyes roll up to the back of his head when you start cumming on him, growling and purring happily. Who whimpers at the phantom tingle in his dick when you squirm down and coo happily around his knot.

Who can only laugh breathlessly and cover his eyes when you come back to your senses, blush, and apologize profusely for how rough you were. "I know Alphas don't really like rough Omegas," you stammer out, looking very embarrassed, "I'm usually much better about these things—"

Atsumu just wraps his arm around you and kiss you, before laughing again, marveling at how such a sweet thing like you has such a wild animal all up inside of her.

"We've got the next few days for me to do all the driving," Atsumu just grins up at you. "I don't mind it if you wanna take the wheel for a bit."

In the end, he does have to tie you up just so he can hydrate and get something to eat, while you sob and wail and howl like an animal against the headboard, and he's not really sure if his dick will ever recover after that one round where he had your legs twisted up over your head and he started babbling frantically about pups while rutting up inside of you and you started squirting on him, but from the happy and sleepily satisfied smile you give him, Atsumu is sure that he'll figure something out.

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I have such a weakness for dilfs so dilf!Osamu pt II—

dilf!Osamu who feels like he's a horny teenager all over again with his cute, younger, and horny girlfriend. Who can barely manage to keep your hands off of him, and who's constantly half-hard because you're always begging for him to put his dick down your throat. Who's so deliriously dizzy with desire when you come from the bed, shamelessly naked, and rub all of your satiny skin all of his dad bod (he's a little self-conscious about his weight, but you're always just salivating for him). Who is constantly undressing you with his eyes, dick perking up with interest whenever he watches your ass as you walk past him. Who finds himself terribly distracted at work, because you sat on his dick before he left for work and now he knows his dick smells like your pussy. Who spends every evening coming back from work shoving you down onto the bed and desperately eating your pussy, because he hasn't stopped thinking about it all day. Who affectionately kisses your swollen pussy lips, fondling them, and relishing the quiet noises you make.

Who spends that first week fucking you like his life depends on it, so he knows exactly how to make you squeal and wail. Exploits each of your weaknesses mercilessly, an entire fucking menace. Who holds you down and to his face with those big and thick arms when he's eating you out, overstimulating you until you're shrieking, sobbing, and drooling. Who loves it when you call him Daddy, and when you look at him adoringly with hearts in your eyes. Who calls you his baby, and sometimes imagines what it would be like if he really was your child's Daddy.

Who sometimes forgets what a menace you can be, too, because you're usually so horny and eager, but quite submissive in bed.

Who makes a noise like he's had the breath knocked right out of his belly when you snake your hand between your bodies and scratch at his belly. His orgasm feels like a fucking explosion and he babbles frantically as his just starts rutting you like he's a fucking dog until he's milked dry.

Who's lecturing you about responsibility only to be cut off when you decide to be a brat and sit on his dick raw for the first time, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Who has to snag your hip and can barely manage to say anything more than, "holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK" at the wet squeeze and suck of your pussy. He's lobster red from his hairline down to his chest, chest heaving like he can't breathe, his toes curling, wrapping a finger tightly at the base of his dick and praying that he can stop himself from coming. "You can't do this shit to me, you little brat," he wheezes, dick pulsing urgently, as you grind down on him, your pussy squelching obscenely. "I'm not as young as I used to be. I'll—ughhh, oh fuckk—I'll nut before—nnnh, this fucking pussy, yes—! I mean to!"

Who can only hold on for dear life as you ride him to orgasm after orgasm, begging him to hold on so that his baby girl can cum, because isn't baby girl good? Osamu forgets how vicious that mouth of yours can be. Because you're saying all the right things that are gonna have him creaming all up inside you like he's just a horny teenager. Hasn't his baby been so good, you plead. Baby climbed up on Daddy's dick, rode him so hard that the headboard has been knocking against the wall, isn't she making Daddy feel good? Won't Daddy reward baby with his nut inside her raw pussy? Daddy's gonna be with you forever, so what difference does it make anyways? C'mon Daddy, give her your nut, you're so big and virile—

"You fucking brat," he wails after you scream and squirt all over him for your fourth orgasm, feeling his balls draw up tighter than they have ever drawn up. "You fucking brat, I'm gonna squirt all up inside of you, I'm gonna get you pregnant—!"

He cums loudly, the bed groaning from the force of his thrusting upwards, his entire body shaking and convulsing. He opens his mouth mindlessly as you begin to sob and squirt all over him, your juices splashing all the way up to his chest and face, his eyes glazed over as he presses his thumb against your clit and starts rubbing viciously.

"Get pregnant, bitch," he slurs, as you bawl on top of him, your juices soaking running down his balls and soaking the bed. "Get pregnant, you little brat, you beautiful little shit. Gonna get fat with my baby, gonna be with me forever. Fuck! I love you, baby girl, I love you."

You sob that you love him too, collapsing on top of his broad chest and sobbing and shivering through your orgasm. Osamu grins, pussydrunk and sexed out of his mind. God, he gives the two of you five months before he actually knocks you up, and fuck, if that doesn't wanna make him roll on top of you and sink into you again.

HORNY DILF OSAMU WITH A BREEDING KINK? OH MY GOD????????? I have nothing to add to this except OSAMU WYA let me have your b-babies sob

Supportive!Iwa pt 3 because I just came from a great pole class ✌️

Iwa who tags along to one of your classes and is a little flustered when he walks in and everyone is dressed quite comfortably in underwear and booty shorts. He’s nervous about making any of the other women feel uncomfortable, but they all smile at him and wave (you told all your pole girls about him and they’re determined to make sure he has a wonderful class). Curiously follows along as you undress to just some boy shorts and a tank top, wash your hands with dawn soap, and apply your grip to your hands, inner arms, thighs, knees, shins, and feet. Who is fascinated by the pole-assisted stretches, the light core conditioning, and how attentive the teachers are to accommodate for any injuries. Who watches every move demonstrated closely, asking for a break down of the movements. Who has most of the muscles to do the moves, but whose skin isn’t tough enough and he nearly taps out over just the warm up fan kicks. Who can barely stop himself from swearing the first time he tries climbing the pole, and fails, only to watches in awe as you calmly ascend and simply sit, legs tucked neatly. Who finds himself totally gassed only 30 minutes in, his arms and fingers shaking. Who’s a little embarrassed, but pleased when he successfully completes an ugly fireman’s spin and all the girls in the class erupt into loud cheering. Who finds himself talking to the nearby girls, who give him tips about his grip, balance, and momentum. Who watches you twirl around gorgeously with some of the other girls, laughing and encouraging each other. Who leaves class feeling thoroughly worked, but immensely proud of you and all the skill you’ve accumulated. Who goes back home with you, makes you a delicious meal, and reminds himself to make a batch of the old protein muffins he made in college for himself, so you have a nutritious little post-class snack.

Omg the fact that you do pole classes is amazing and so very sexy because your core muscles must be insanely developed??? And I'm v jealous 😭😭 Iwa at a pole class though is so CUTE and adorable like he's sweating and swearing and very red-faced, but he tries so hard!!!!

And the bit about him making food foor after wahhhh please he would?! You know he started bringing them to the class too for you to share with all your friends and! He just!! He's the best!!!

unconditionally love

i’ve been doing my homework on how to break into a writing career and honestly. there’s a Lot that i didn’t know about thats critical to a writing career in this day and age, and on the one hand, its understandable because we’re experiencing a massive cultural shift, but on the other hand, writers who do not have formal training in school or don’t have the connections to learn more via social osmosis end up extremely out of loop and working at a disadvantage. 

THE DILF OSAMU U SENT TO CHICOREEKXKMQLXJDK I AM SCREAMING ON MY KNEESJCOQMXOCK ITS SO GOOD HOLY FICKKSCMLWMZ🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Thanks! It’s based off a real-life experience I’ve had ✌️

this (nsfw) is soooo atsumu im sorry i had to share

THE WAY HE SUCKS ON HER TIT

oh my god the way he looks at the camera and SMIRKS, the ass gripping…….i’ve ascended

onigiri shop owner osamu miya

this following scenario is totally possible and real, it actually happened to me

dilf!Osamu who's fallen so hard for his cute little girlfriend that even just two months in, he's already imagining taking you on a vacation. Not just any vacation. A lavish vacation, a vacation where he absolutely spoils you. Start looking up places that would be nice to vacation at and settles on the east Caribbean.

Seven months into dating you, Osamu tells you that he's planned a really sexy vacation. Doesn't tell you the details of the place, only that you need to pack for about a week, he's booked the tickets, and that you brings plenty of cute outfits. Keeps the whole thing under wraps throughout the booking process, the plane check-in, and the eight hour flight until you finally arrive at an incredible, lavish honeymoon resort in the east Caribbean where you're greeted with cool peppermint hand towels. The staff and major domo assigned to your suite call you "Mrs. Miya" and you blush, but make no attempt to correct them (Osamu can't help but blush too). They show you to an open 4th wall suite, equipped with a balcony, a gorgeous view of the ocean, and you own private infinity pool. They can bring you room service every morning, afternoon, and evening, and there's even a bottle of champagne in the mini fridge.

Osamu initially plans that you guys will go to the beach or maybe go for a hike, but the room is so beautiful and you're so in awe of the beauty of the place and you're won't stop kissing him and saying thank you, that all you guys do for the rest of the week is go to the gourmet meals at dinner, play in the infinity pool and beach, and just...breed. Not have sex. Not make love. Breed. Every sunrise while you're in paradise, Osamu finds your pussy wet and swollen every evening, still sensitive from all the sucking on it he did last night, and grins rakishly when he slips it in and you wake up, sleepily moaning.

"Morning, mama," he purrs into your neck. He give your pussy a firm pat and all that's left is moaning, the sound of the hips slapping, and the wet squelch of your pussy.

You only learn afterwards that the vacation was over 10K, had to be payed in installments, and he booked it after two months of knowing you. Man does not play.

Nini I need you to swap lives with me ASAP 😳😳😳

I’ve given you dilf!Osamu, crybaby!Atsumu, supportive!Iwa, and shy!Omi but I think it’s time for a new character for my growing canon—

*inhales deeply* possessive dilf!Suna’s a Tokyo high school volleyball coach, once he stops playing pro. Who though he wouldn’t like the job at first, but finds that he rather enjoys likes coaching younger players, who all have varying dedications and varying reasons why they love volleyball. Who meets you, a young MFA candidate, while he’s getting drinks at Osamu’s Tokyo location. Who can take his dry and cutting banter and turn it right back on him, 10 times harder. You’re bantering with one of Osamu’s staff, who seems to be a friend, and you’re chattering on excitedly about your recent admission into the program of your choice and Suna can’t help but murmur under his breath “nothing wrong with getting another useless piece of paper for money”. You turn on him, clearly affronted.

“Says the man who was once a professional ball smacker and who’s, now, what? Teaching other boys to smack balls?”

Suna raises a brow at that. “I went to the Olympics, you brat.”

You smile sweetly. And somehow, Suna just knows. Knows he’s about to take the L. “I know. I saw. You were in your prime when I was a little girl. It’s a shame you

Osamu laughs hysterically at him, and Suna has to smack him to ignore the burst of butterflies (and heat) in his belly.

Who knows he’s attracted to you, but resists the attraction for as long as he can. He has a baby sister, you know. She’s an annoying pain in his ass, but he’d blacken anyone’s eye out for being mean to her, let alone let an older man get his hands on her and take advantage of her youth. Who knows he wants you so bad, but never lets himself go too far. Who thinks that you’re also probably just young, with a taste for danger, and you’re just curious about being with a bachelor in his 40s. Who doesn’t even let himself indulge in your curiosity, out of his genuine concern that if he were ever allowed to get his hands on you, he’ll never be able to let you go.

Who can’t help but keep going back to Onigiri Miya, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and hopefully draw you into another play-argument as he nurses a beer and rubs absentmindedly as his five o’clock shadow. (You had once said that facial hair was sexy, but that has absolutely nothing to do with why he started to let his grow out a little). Who feels something ugly churning in his belly when he sees you with a man your age. Who feels like some stupid 20 year old again, scowling and huffing and downing more beer. Who wants nothing more than to stomp over and to pull you into his arms and kiss you, right in front of the stupid little shit you’re laughing with right now. Who hates himself for letting some girl in her 20s for getting him like this. Who feels so guilty for wanting you hen you’re so much younger than him. Who misses the way you keep looking over at him, hungry and hopeful, all through the night until he storms out, bitter and ashamed.

Who avoids Onigiri Miya for a while, hoping that distance will be enough to kill his crush. But who finds that he can’t stay away from more then two weeks. Who comes back and chats idly with Atsumu and Bokuto, all while watching Osamu with his little girlfriend. Who’s gut tugs hard when he sees Osamu’s arms encircle her, and how Osamu’s girlfriend looks up at him with hearts in her eyes.

Who feels a burst of butterflies when you walk in by yourself. Who feels his palms sweat, as you sit down along the counter and order some tea and a few onigiris. Aran and Atsumu eye him knowingly, and grin behind their beers when Suna finally, FINALLY, gives up trying to hold out on the attraction and walks to you.

“Hey,” he says, heart hammering. You look up at him, lips parting in surprise. “Let me buy you a drink.”

Your eyes widen, before you come back with another witty retort, because of course you wouldn’t make it easy. “Maybe I want to make a point about how my MFA is gonna help me pay my bills and buy my drinks myself.”

“Then let me buy you dinner,” Suna says. “Let me buy you dessert, afterwards. Let me buy you whatever you want.”

His heart does a flutter when you smile up at him, cheek resting in your palm. “Are you trying to buy your way into my pants, you old dog?”

And Suna thinks then, he’s had quite enough of your sass, sitting down and boldly cupping your knee in his palm and give it a sensual squeeze. He has to admit, he relishes the way you inhale shakily and jump a little, looking like a caught little rabbit. It’s good to know he’s still got it, and that you want him.

“Have mercy on this old man,” he murmurs, leaning in close. Close enough for you to smell the beer on his breath, his cologne. “He hasn’t in a while, and he likes you so much.”

You blush a little, looking up at him through your lashes. “I like you a lot, too. I want a TKG onigiri and a curry onigiri . Now, please. Thank you.”

Suna gapes a bit, opening and closing his mouth because of course he had to go and start falling in love with an incorrigible brat. He wracks his brain for a comeback, before sighing and giving up. He’s too old to be arguing with a 20-something year old over if he’s actually going to buy her onigiri. He grumbles about disrespectful brats, all while Osamu gleefully takes his money and Aran and Atsumu laugh at him from up the counter.

It’s still worth it when you leave together, your hand in his, and the smell of rice on your mouth when he finally bends to kiss you.

I love him. I love him so much, your honour. Suna is just...so sexy and dilf Suna is even sexier... 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴