Guys!! I Need Help Again. Do Any Of You Know That One Ff With Suna? Where He And His Gf Argued And He's

guys!! I need help again. Do any of you know that one ff with suna? where he and his gf argued and he's on the train and overheard another girl(?) arguing on the phone with their bf(?) about the same issue and suna realised that he's wrong??

thats about what I can remember

Sakusa Timeskip Recs

this is for you lovely @dontmindtheevie. thank you for your support and patience pookie!

the video call incident by @reverie-starlight

synopsis: you and sakusa enjoyed the secrecy of your relationship. after all, you both didn't want to imagine what would happen if the terrible three ever found out.

oneshot filled with humor, insults, and fluff. it made me unattractively cackle a couple times.

no secretes here by bunnytime [ao3]

synopsis: sakusa's teammates like to think they all know each other pretty well. how could they not know that sakusa was in a relationship? let alone married??

this mini series is so cute! pure fluff and msby chaos!

mine by @taeyamayang

synopsis: you always loved watching sakusa's games and supporting him. however, you didn't love what sakusa had set up for you.

oneshot, maybe a little ooc? but so adorable.

untitled oneshot by @chosobaby

synopsis: there's just one aspect of volleyball that sakusa does not enjoy...

lil "what if" scenario that i just love to think about!

specially made by @luvring

synopsis: you swear sakusa does not understand the point of a surprise. but you're not complaining.

dating pro-player sakusa scenario. just pure fluff

another untitled oneshot by @omi-boshi

synopsis: sakusa does not like answering his phone when he's on break. however, when it's you calling, curiosity gets the better of him.

reader just being a thorn in sakusa's side, but he's too down bad for you to complain.

Fresh Linens by emilyisfictional [ao3]

synopsis: your boyfriend is gone way too often, the only option is to steal his hoodies and sweaters. you hate that he washes them so often.

agh just more fluff and sakusa boyfriend scenarios that leave me melting

Drawing Our Moments by EdenxWrites [ao3]

synopsis: sakusa recalls the days he fell in love with you.

not entirely post-timeskip. has some flashbacks to high school but present day is set after high school. this oneshot caught me off guard.

hello, neighbor by @demxnscous

synopsis: you gain a new neighbor and he seems...interesting enough. well, his friend is definitely a character.

a meet-ugly oneshot that i wish had more parts...but ig that's what my imagination is for.

i also want to bring some attention to this fic: change of heart by heartcondemned [ao3]

i haven't finished reading it yet, but i'm really enjoying it. i also hesitate to rec it because it is unfinished and doesn't look like it will be... but give it a try if you're cool with that!

Who's cutting onions?!?!

What Ifs | Iwaizumi x Reader

Iwaizumi hasn’t thought about you in years—or at least that’s what he tells himself. Most days, he’s too focused on work, friends, and the steady rhythm of life in Japan to linger on the past. But every so often, something breaks through. The sound of waves crashing, the bite of winter air, or the fluorescent hum of a convenience store late at night—moments that crept back into his mind when he least expected them, and brought him right back to you.

The first real friend he made while studying in California. At first, he found your cheeky attitude irritating, a little too much like Oikawa’s. You were sharp-tongued and playful, and if Iwaizumi was being honest, a little too easygoing for someone who had so many academic responsibilities. But somehow, you wormed your way into his daily life. Sitting next to him at the library, catching the same bus, calling him “Iwa” like you knew him forever.

He could’ve made an effort to completely shut you out if he really wanted to. Taken a different bus route, found a new study spot, or pretended you didn’t exist when you called out his name childishly. Except, even more annoyingly, you reminded him of home.

But you weren’t home. You weren’t like Oikawa or anyone from his past. There was more to you—things that made you different, and, he would later admit, better. You were diligent, kind, and despite your popularity, you were humble. You didn’t boast about your accomplishments, didn’t flaunt the attention people naturally gave you.

That was his favorite thing about you. When people would be whispering in disbelief over who could have possibly gotten a one hundred percent on the midterm, you remained unfazed. It wasn’t until class was over that you would let that silly, triumphant grin spread across your face.

“It was meee,” you’d tease, voice lilting with mischief. He never saw you do it with anyone else. That side of you, that playful confidence—it felt like something just for him.

Despite all of this, despite how you’d already become woven into his everyday life, Iwaizumi kept you at arm’s length. He had to. He knew this was temporary—both the place and the time you shared. He told himself it would hurt too much if he got caught up in your antics, no matter how charming. Except you had a pull, your own gravity, and by the time he noticed, it was too late. He was already in your orbit.

He was the one who broke first. The one who asked to see you outside of class, breaking his own promise to himself. He took you to the beach, and you showed him your favorite tourist spots, laughing at how unimpressed he was with the so-called ‘attractions.’ And later, when you invited him to your favorite restaurant, he didn’t mind paying for dinner, or the ice cream afterward. Somehow, with you, it didn’t feel like a big deal.

There was no label, or a need for it. The reminder of the time you had left together was enough. You both lived like you knew there wasn’t time for ‘what ifs.’

But then the time came, and the goodbyes followed. The first was when he left California for Japan. You had insisted on driving him to the airport, despite his protests that you were a terrible driver. He had teased you, of course, but the truth was, he couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you behind. He remembered looking back, risking bumping into frustrated travelers, just to catch one last glimpse of your face.

The second goodbye was harder. You flew out to visit him in Japan, and the weeks you spent together were filled with blissful dinner dates, shared memories, and the kind of closeness that made it feel like no time had passed at all. Unsurprisingly, you got along well with Oikawa, much to Iwaizumi’s dismay. He thought maybe you’d want to try long-distance. He thought you maybe you might want to keep this going, somehow.

But you were smarter than him, as always. You told him you didn’t want to.

“I just wanted to see you one last time,” you’d said, your voice trembling as you stood in his arms.

He could still remember how you felt in that moment—the way you shook, not out of fear, but because of the weight of it all. You cared too much about him to let him get tangled up in something that couldn’t work. The distance, the different paths you were bound to take—it would only pull you further apart. He understood. But it didn’t make the ache any easier to bear. It didn’t stop him from wishing he could have stayed with you just a little longer.

After that you never reached out to him again, once again saving you both from the ‘what ifs’. He threw himself into his career and met a lot of women, experienced love, real love unconstrained by time. Oikawa would ask about you occasionally—sometimes out of genuine curiosity, sometimes just to annoy him. It didn’t matter. It’d make him wonder what you’d done all these years apart. Had you gotten to experience the same? He hoped so—and that whoever you were with understood they’d always be second best to you.

At this point he’s been an athletic trainer longer than he’s known you, but you still managed to occupy a smaller corner of his mind. Still, unlike his childhood his friend, he wasn’t enough of a masochist to look you up on social media. The one time Oikawa tried to show him something about you, he’d looked away, feigning interest in something else.

But today was your birthday. His phone had made a collage of the special occasion. ‘Eight years ago, today,’ it read, with the cover photo being of your back to the camera, looking out into the sea. Iwaizumi felt his lips twitch at the sight. It had been more than enough time, right? He could allow himself to indulge in memory lane, just for a little.

The first photo: you’re wearing his sweater. He feels his nose exhale in amusement as he recalls you complaining that it was ‘freezing cold’ as you pressed yourself closer to him, teeth chattering. The next photos show you pointing out a lifeguard post, a devilish twinkle in your eye as you suddenly begin sprinting full force towards it. The blurry shots confirm he was close behind—there’s a clear shot of your laughing face as he traps you in his arms once he catches you. It softens his heart.

You had always been so beautiful, you were probably even more so now. The next images show you two inside the lifeguard post, your grin surely due to his nagging about your behavior, despite the fact he always chased after you. When he slides his thumb for the next picture, he finds a video instead.

You’re the one filming him, and he feels awkward seeing a younger version of him nervously staring back at him. He hesitates before pressing play.

“Alright Iwa, time to sing happy birthday!” Your voice rings out and his breath hitches. Over time he had forgotten the little details—like your voice. Hearing it now, how could he have ever forgotten?

“I feel stupid this is stupid,” His younger self mutters, and while he should feel more embarrassed hearing his own voice, he’s still reeling over the sound of yours.

You laugh, and it makes him feel like he can’t breathe for a moment. This is why he did not indulge in the past. What was the point of reliving this? Nonetheless, his eyes remained glued to the screen.

You turn the camera so that both of you are in the frame, albeit at a weird angle.

“Let’s sing it together then.” And you do. He isn’t even paying attention to his grumpy twenty-year-old self in the background, too focused on the way your eyes keep darting back to him as you two sing happy birthday off key.

“Yayy! Thank you Hajime!” Right. You used to call him that sometimes. And the way you’d say it, voice so sincere, it crushed him then and it crushes him even more now. You make him wave goodbye to the camera before ending the recording and he’s left alone, ears still ringing with the sound of your voice.

Now, on a newfound masochist streak, he felt himself looking up your name on every social media app he could think of. He had to know, he was alone so he could feed into the dangerous what ifs. It had been years but today was your birthday, maybe he could send you a message, maybe enough time had passed where you two could-

When he finds your account, there’s a new post. It’s you, celebrating your birthday. You look just as you did back then, with the same bright smile and mischievous glint in your eyes.

Only now, it’s directed at the child in your arms. It’s a slide show and each photo shows you in familiar places. The beach where you once watched the sunset together. The restaurant where he bought you ice cream. Tourist spots he’d scoffed at.

‘Happy birthday to us,’ the caption reads. ‘Showed baby Haji all my favorite places.’ He feels the breath leave his lungs, slow and heavy.

He shuts his phone off and sits in the silence. It didn’t ache as much as he’d expected—this final realization. You had kept him in your life, but that didn’t mean there was any space for him in it now.

He wasn’t heartbroken—just surprised, maybe. That you’d kept a part of him close by, even after all this time. He should’ve felt more guilty at the thought of the poor guy who either knew or didn’t know of his existence, which one was worse was anyone’s guess. Instead though, all he felt a strange sense of relief.

He wonders, just for a moment, what might have happened if he’d stayed, if you’d fought a little harder, if there had been room in both your lives for more than just memories. The thoughts come softly, like the waves crashing on the shore of a distant beach.

But he knows better than to dwell on what ifs. He knows, deep down, that you were right even if you were also clearly living with your own regrets. Your lives had gone where they needed to go. You had found your path, and so had he.

And maybe, that was enough. If not, he could always keep praying for another chance in the next lifetime.

CREW LOVE

ATSUMU. SUNA. KAGEYAMA. KUROO. KENMA. IWAIZUMI. BOKUTO.

random porn inspired scenarios <3

CONTAINS fem!reader. stepcest. sir kink. slight manipulation in kuroos? face sitting. squirting. dilf!tsumie. voyeurism. throat fucking. fingering. creampie. cheating. hand job. not proofread, a repost from old blog <3 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT TOKYO REV VERSION

BOKUTO

LIBRARY STUDY SESS TURNED INTO LIBRARY FUCKING SESS!

"god- your cunt feels so fuckin' good, angel. such a pretty slut for me, lettin' me fill you up in this place,"

bo gets full on messy when desperation coils in his tummy, detaching himself from the fact you both may possibly be in a public territory - like right now for an example. your panties are pooled around at your ankles as you keep a tight grip onto one of the flimsy bookshelf's you two were surrounded by, bumping your helpless body against the wooden shelving as your study partner fucks you as if he's never been in pussy before. you just looked so pretty and fuckable sitting in your tiny penny skirt, how can he not fill up that cute cunt of yours till it's brim?

he reaches those spots inside you that no one else can ever, gutsy groans and grunts sinking deep in your ears as your feeble pussy clenches around him. he wants to pull another orgasm out of your spilling cunt to fulfill his ego, to see how many times that big ass cock of his he's so proud of can get you to cum in a place like this. you've kept yourself far apart from pda and anything else that falls under it for as long as he can remember. but here you were- allowing him to take you out a couple feet away from strangers, plainly out of character for you cause he's got you thinking with your lil cunny now.

his golden orbs are diffused with lust, the striking veins that are popped up from his heavy cock scratch your muggy walls as his two thumbs circulate at your asshole, pushing the thick tips of his fingers past the incredibly tight hole, stimulating it to inch you to your nth orgasm of the evening.

"yeah, baby- make a mess on daddy's cock. want everyone to hear how good you're getting fucked."

KUROO

DOCTOR CLAIMS IT'S EXTREMELY NUTRITIOUS TO SWALLOW HIS CUM, SO WHY SHOULDN'T YOU?

"you wanna be a healthy girl, don't ya, princess? then lemme see you swallow every drop for me, "kay?

you give kuroo's throbbing cock a handful of sweet wet kisses before finally taking him in your salivating mouth, pink flushed tip immediately giving the back of your throat a tap. his hard length stretches your throat painfully, jaw aching as you gag around him. his small coos and praises results into your panties drenching beneath you, squeezing your thighs together desperately to feel any form of friction before moving down a hand to rub your covered cunt.

"yes yes yes- keep going for me, angel. don't fucking stop," he begged above you, back rested comfortably against his office door as he takes the front loose hairs that were framing your cheeks behind your ear to keep them out of your way. his cock laid heavy on your tongue, chocking onto it continuously as his precum twirls on your tastebuds. it's almost like he had bruised up your esophagus, his girth that was nestled in your warm mouth made it tragically difficult to accommodate to.

bulky curses collapse off the tip of his tongue as he arrived at his gazing high. you're moaning around him as he releases chains of his seed down your throat, absorbing every drop of it like a champ.

ATSUMU

DILF FUCKS HIS SONS BABYSITTER IN HIS WIFE'S BED!

"told ya i'd fit in this tiny pussy, baby. shiiit- you're drippin’. who made ya this wet, sweetheart? who got ya all messy like this?"

he's fucking into you like a feral cat, rutting inside your sopping hole till your salty tears make an appearance in your eye ducts, enhancing your flustered cheeks as drool leaks out of your parted lips. your fuzzy eyes were closed shut, incoherence being the only thing voiced by you as you make every effort to take the entirety of his gigantic size inside you.

all the disgraceful guilt that had puzzled up within your stomach washed away once you felt the blitzed sensation his fat cock formed against your clammy walls. but the ugly reality still remained: you're fucking a married man. a man who has built a adoring family with a woman he addresses as ‘wife’.

did that fact matter to you right now though?absolutely not. the thick strands of pubic hair kiss your skin with every one of his daring thrusts, pushing himself far deeper then he already, and it hurt so bad, so bad you were pushing his hewed abdomen away cause you couldn't handle it anymore, "'s too much, sir! p-please! wanna cum for you! wanna cum so bad!"

atsumu's response was a cold laugh, one that didn't fall flat to send shivers down your spine. yet your blatant begs were ignored, and instead he fucked you harder than he ever has- cocktip pounding your sensitive cervix till he's got you gushing all over the bed.

KENMA

VIRAL GAMERBOY SHOWS OFF HIS NEEDY GF TO STREAM!

"your girlfriend’s so sexy? yeah i know she is-i'm lucky aren't i? why don't you tell everyone how you'd die without this dick, baby?"

kenma read a comment aloud that caged his eye from the pc screen, leafing through all the other vulgar ones that were being sent in like waves. you giggle at the compliment before shyly thanking his audience, now jerking your boyfriends dick faster and faster.

this all started off when you kissed his clothed crotch through his grey sweats, crouched down far enough to keep yourself out of frame. rubbing the rounded swelling that had formed wasn't exactly in your plan either, but it happened so naturally. it wasn't intentional to make him lose his every match he played in, though that's the sole reason why frustration spiraled within him- overlooking the twitch guidelines and letting all his 20k+ viewers watch you stroke his cock.

"you see that, y/n? they want you to spit on my dick and put it in your mouth. think you can do that for ‘em?”

why of course you can! you do just what the stranger suggested, spitting on his cock before swirling the tip of your tongue at his head. once you took him in with your mouth, your nose is brushed lightly with the coarse bristles of his pubic hair, throat choking on him urgently. you two had just established a fun game- scrutinizing the comments and carrying out with it for the next two whole hours till you're completely fucked out and faint.

KAGEYAMA

WANT FREE PIZZA? JUST FUCK YOUR DELIVERY BOYS FACE LIKE SHE DID!

"look at this sloppy pussy- leakin' all over the place.

tastes so good, too- don't wanna stop. feels nice,

don't it, pretty?"

kag's tongue is lapping passed your messy hole, humming in satisfaction against your sex as he licks at your dripping folds. his dick grows harder under his shorts, waiting impassively to get this orgasm out of you to fuck you with his cock next. who would have thought on a monday afternoon tobio would be delivering a box of pizza and his skillful tongue.

his big hands stay put on your ass, sleek fingers digging themselves into the fat of your cheeks as you grind yourself on his pretty face. the pure mixture of your juices and his saliva shell his mouth, slurping away as he gives your soft bum a savage slap. your puny legs are shaking, back sitting in a high arch as you tell him how fucking good he's making you feel.

but your two legs aren't the only thing that's shaking- your feathery voice can't help tremble while you weep to him about how badly you wanna cum on his face. the adrenaline pumped in his bloodstream hearing you speak in such a salacious manner.

"you close, huh? c'mon baby, give it to me. cum on my face like a good girl," he praised against your puff clit, his fingers tinkering with your pussy till your sobbing frantically through your first orgasm.

IWAIZUMI

SLUTTY SECRETARY LETS HER BOSS HIT IT RAW!

"all wet just for me. this what you wanted all day, princess? for this cock to get you all dumb?"

yup. that's exactly what you wanted. for his cock to make you go stupid. you're letting him treat you like a meaningless sex doll, bucking your hips as his fat cock works an orgasm in you. your pussy hugs him so finely, he's built an ugly addiction to fucking you after every stressful meeting he holds.

it didn't help hajime with you being such a tease around the office either- calling him when he's having a one on one with an important client to tell him how much you miss his cock in your wet cunt, breeding you up with his cum till your stomach bulges, or purposely wearing the most provocative pair of clothes you can get your hands on.

you're pushing your legs against your chest, blurred eyes rolling as far back as humanly possible as his length pulsates in your weeping cunt, "shit-you're fuckin' tight, did this cute lil' pussy miss daddy?"

the sultry way you moan his name is just enough for him to cum inside your tight hole, your sweat draped bodies trembling in sync as he paints your walls pearly white.

little did you two know, the whole staff was crowded behind the door, listening in to your guys' skin- slapping ruckus.

SUNA

LIL SIS SQUIRTS ON STEP BROS FINGERS IN THE BACK SEAT OF THEIR FAMILY CAR!

"couldn't wait till we got back, princess? wanted these fingers inside your pussy all day, didn't you?"

he's so mean. a true bully. it's not his problem you're engaging in a conversation with your guys' parents when he decided to take a gamble and smother your arousal with his fingers under your sundress. and now you got your bare legs drenched in your juices. you can't challenge a complaint either, by some miracle formed your mother chose to let the local radio station keep playing it's mainstream songs, even turning it up a couple volumes high once you're done speaking or else the filthy sounds of your soaked pussy squelching wouldn't be hidden away.

but that moment didn't last for long. suna failed to keep a chuckle in once you shamefully stuttered at a question your step dad prompted, wicked digits curved upward towards your plush walls. his lower lip is caught between his teeth in a bid to hold in his sinful laugh, cock throbbing madly below the thick denim fabric of his jeans.

you smack your mouth shut before closing your weak-kneed legs around his silk coated hand, sprinkling your fluids all across your step brothers wrist and the warm leather seat of your parents suv, letting your sharp whines pierce the palm of your hand.

he let's a single finger run up and down your wet folds, arousal swelling up on the side of his finger before sliding it between his lips, your compelling sweet taste plastering over his flat tongue.

"always loved the way you taste. so you're gonna let me fuck your pretty face when we're home though, right?"

© ZSUNA 2022

“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.

HE'S SO IN LOVE!!! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

okay that kuroo piece is still coming but have this small sakusa x MSBY!manager blurb that I just thought up and got so excited about!! I’m marking this down as fem!reader just for this specific little ramble. it can be read separately from the series !!

warnings: none, but probably a bit of a disconnect from what really happens at charity galas lmao

sakusa kiyoomi has a certain reputation for being very stoic and stand-offish in public- always polite but rather blunt in interviews. he’s tall, intimidating and not very personable around those who don’t know him, so it’s not a surprise people perceive him this way. his preference for wearing his mask most of the time only adds to this reputation, and he couldn’t care less. in fact, you would argue that he finds comfort in being perceived as unapproachable by strangers.

but when MSBY fans realize how horrifically down bad their favourite wing spiker is for the team manager, they have a field day with this absolutely drastic personality shift.

it starts with little jokes made by fan accounts about how much nicer he is to you in comparison to his teammates. they latch onto passing comments made by bokuto or atsumu about how when you’re at practice they feel at ease because they’re less likely to get obliterated by his sarcastic remarks.

no one has clued into the fact that you’re together yet, just that there’s some serious chemistry between you two.

it doesn’t go much further than that until the night of some charity event a lot of different teams are attending. of course managers are there, as well as coaches and trainers and JVA employees.

you’re doing the press/carpet walk before entering the event and in between photos and walking between journalists, one of the straps of your heels has come undone.

you frown a little and inspect it before realizing your dress restricts your ability to fix it yourself, so you nudge your boyfriend and stick your foot out to draw his attention to your predicament.

you don’t think twice about how there are no words are spoken. just a simple action and understanding between two lovers.

so people watch on as sakusa kiyoomi drops to his knees right then and there without protest and fixes your shoe. you take the opportunity to adjust the neckline of your dress (a deep, silky forest green to match his tie) and look around while you wait for him to finish.

you don’t realize the uproar this is bound to create, and you definitely don’t think twice about the fact that your boyfriend isn’t wearing a mask to this event.

…which means everyone is able to see the blush on his face and the tiny yet extremely lovesick smile on his lips as he gets up. you grin and pat sakusa on the cheek in thanks before walking to the next reporter, him trailing behind you dutifully.

you check twitter the next morning and your timeline is flooded with videos of that moment, captions gushing about how sweet and happy he looks. some fans go as far as to say he looks like a lost puppy following you around.

he doesn’t regret it one bit, but you have to comfort him when he loses his stand-offish reputation after that because he dreads the idea of more people possibly coming up to him in public.

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I literally sprinted here to write this lmao

not edited!!

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