Marty⁷: a sucker for DILF Sakusa Kiyoomi

The newest addition to the black jackals. pitcher!kiyoomi
#haikyuu #sakusakiyoomi

before walking down the wedding aisle 🤍

#sakuatsu #haikyuu

Just putting this out here, too. a/b/o without the slashes is a slur commonly used in Australia against their indigenous people. Just use the slashes or better: use omegaverse instead.

if there's dilfs and milfs I'm going to quit chemistry and fly to art school before you can blink

OHOH WHEN YOU PUT IT LIKE THAT..

THANK YOU FOR READING!!

Kiss received, my brain says thank you!! 💕

nsfw #sakuatsu bottsumu/atsussy

kiyoomi taping up atsumu’s pussy thinking it would work as punishment only to be proven wrong when atsumu cums multiple times untouched just from getting fucked in the ass.

Foxtsumu being too fluffy 😭🩵 I love the idea! Thank you anon! I hope you like this art

#foxtsumu #omisel #sakuatsu #skts

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You're telling me this is not too far fetched?! TIME TO SIGN UP TO ART SCHOOL!! (I can only draw stick figures)

STOP IT T^T I can't handle too many compliments at once!

link to pt.2!
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i wrote the smut for this but i need to understand the logistics of posting smut here but anyway i hope u like this second part :D

the blood in his ears was so loud he could barely hear the soft rustling of sakusa’s button up falling on the ground.

bare chested, sakusa stepped closer, his hand now ready to unbuckle his belt, and whispered, “how do you want me, omega?”

the alpha stared unwaveringly at him, a little mirth in his dark eyes. the heat of irritation morphed into lustful warmth and atsumu could do nothing but stare, jaw set and eyes wide, too stunned to speak.

atsumu expected sakusa to get defensive, to bare his fangs and growl at him for having suggested such a thing– /too/ forward, /too/ assertive, his inner omega reprimanded him– but instead the alpha reached for his button up. wordlessly, sakusa began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“your lines are not clean enough. some proportions are a little off.” sakusa said, seemingly unbothered by the slight bitterness in atsumu’s scent.

“yeah?” atsumu said, tone a little mocking, a little daring, “are ya going to undress for me then, alpha?”

sakusa looked down at him– atsumu was still sitting, making the older alpha tower over him. and while his omega preened at the height difference, it rubbed atsumu off the wrong way. he stood to his full height, coming short of sakusa only by a few centimeters.

“though you could have done better.”

now that made atsumu stop planning his funeral. for the first time since he laid on the alpha, atsumu felt irritation swell within him and it must have transpired from his scent.

“you’re also very observant. you got all the moles in the right places.”

atsumu was going to have to resign. atsumu was going to have to resign /and/ dig a hole to die peacefully in.

sakusa flipped through his sketchbook, and only when the alpha hummed so close to his ear that atsumu realized, all too late, that the only thing he’d been drawing for the past few days had been…

the sketchbook, atsumu reminded himself. sakusa meant the sketchbook. still, atsumu had to squeeze his thighs to dull the throb between his legs.

his heartbeat skyrocketeted, and atsumu didn’t need a mirror to know that a blush started to spread on his cheeks– likely down his neck, too.

“don’t hide it,” sakusa says with that steady voice of his, the older alpha’s chest almost touching his back as sakusa leans forward from behind him, “let me see.”

on reflex, atsumu tried to close his sketchbook. a hand– one that had plagued his dreams for the past week– big and pale with slender fingers and a few veins visibly running across the back of it, stopped him from doing so.

he didn’t know how long he kept sketching– he only knew that the sunrays hitting his face had grown golden, warm on his skin. it’s peaceful, until a voice breaks the quiet.

“you’re very talented.”

the sound of carbon scratching paper muffled every other sound, including the ones inside his head.

this. this felt natural. the pencil was an extension of himself, one he could control without half a thought and it was exactly what he needed. feeling in control.

he didn’t know what to make of these primal feelings, they were almost foreign to him, so he hurriedly discarded the robe off his body and redressed himself before doing what he knew best.

he ignored the disappointment that swelled within him at not being chased by the alpha, like he’d been doing for the past four days.