it's #KissDay!! how fun! let's have some #atsuhina mild #nsfw, cw hybrids, lion!hinata and fox!tsumu
In his lion form, Shouyou's tongue widens, thick and rough like the copper scruff that grows over his cheeks and chin when he hasn't shaved in a couple of days. His jaw's more
pronounced, teeth elongated to sharp points. Shoulders so broad they could be photoshopped but that ripple of muscles down the slope of Shouyou's arched back all the way to his tawny tail are 💯 real.
And💯/Atsumu's./
Atsumu's the first fox ever to marry into the Hinata pride.
There have been countless challenges and culture clashes, sure. Canines and felines may be unusual bedfellows, but Atsumu has /zero/ complaints about their married life. He and Shouyou have something too incredible to let a little thing like retractable claws interfere with their
love story.
Atsumu's learned /just/ how to kiss Shouyou in any form, drawing that lion's tongue into his mouth before his can get cut on Shouyou's teeth. Coaxing the tip of his tongue around Shouyou's and sucking it along the roof of his mouth, teasing until he hears the bass
rumbling of Shouyou's aroused purr, vibrating along his chest.
Shouyou's claws prick into the meat of Atsumu's glutes--Atsumu hisses into the kiss, nerves alight. He bears it as long as he can, and when those claws tighten further he automatically grabs the base of Hinata's tail
and /tugs/. Not to hurt, of course, just to remind.
Shouyou's claws retract immediately, but not his grip on Atsumu's behind. He growls, tail flicking right out of Atsumu's grasp. The kiss is broken, but the mood's still relatively intact.
Atsumu cuddles closer, rubbing their noses together, then their cheeks, fox ears rotated forward playfully and big fluffy tail swishing along Shouyou's calf. Shouyou slots their thighs, nuzzling Atsumu's jaw and grinning, the rumble in his chest returning as their tails entwine.
Atsumu licks the tip of Shouyou's nose. Shouyou scrunches his face and retaliates with a long lick of his scratchy tongue up the side of Atsumu's neck. Atsumu squirms, laughing into his husband's shoulder, fingers scritching through the red tufts of his untamed mane until their
exchange of lazy kisses starts up once more, beautiful in their sincerity, nevermind the laundry and dishes they're supposed to be doing instead.
// 🦁🦊💖
(I've always wanted to explore the concept of lion!Shouyou, thank you for indulging me!)
hinata is a beta with a wide range of skills in his repertoire. he can do everything pretty well and lands a gig with an agency that supplies temporary workers to companies to cover the span of days one of their employees is on leave for their heat/rut.
hinata's job is to smoothly fill in the gaps, and he's very, very good at it.
personal assistant out on heat leave? no problem! hinata will field your phone calls and manage your schedule like a champ, all while brewing the best coffee you've ever tasted in your life.
construction worker out for his rut? no problem! hinata shouyou's well versed in mixing, pouring, and polishing concrete, and has all the muscles to prove it.
what about animal grooming? tennis instructor? backup singer? waiter? valet?
after 2 excruciating hours at the dmv to renew his license, kuroo can't get out of there fast enough. he zips through the parking lot to the exit lane and sees the HOTTEST cop in the world come out the front doors--uniform nice and snug, muscles galore,
competent walk, thick brown hair, a kind gaze that kuroo imagines can turn sharp as a katana when the need arises, the most kissable mouth--
💥boom-crash-crunch💥
"fuck!" kuroo shouts, slamming the brakes and lurching forward and back from the crash. he looks around wildly,
but it seems pretty clear /he/ was the one who caused the fender bender with the truck in front of him.
"fuck!" kuroo repeats through his teeth as the driver /and/ the cop start approaching his vehicle. he fumbles for the door latch and gets out, holding his hands up.
#atsuhina meet-cute, side: GinSuna
Atsumu meets his friends at the pub for Trivia night wearing his favorite Star Trek pride shirt.
Suna snerks at him. "Desperate much?"
Atsumu flicks his ear. "/No/, just hailin' on all frequencies," he retorts, thumbs in his chest, preening. +
Suna rolls his eyes. "Sit down, nerd." Gin pulls Atsumu into a chair and they tease him about how long he's been single, sharing friendly laughter as they look over the menu.
Then the waiter comes over with a tall cold beer in his hand, setting it down right in front of Atsumu.
Atsumu says he didn't order yet and it's a mistake, but the waiter waves him off.
"Nah, it's /definitely/ for you."
"From who?" Atsmu asks.
The waiter clears his throat, turning pink around the ears. "From an admirer who asked me to relay this message: Star Wars is better."
#atsuhina#omegaverse
The winter of Atsumu's senior year, his family vacations in a countryside village. At the Christmas tree farm he meets a boy around his age with a smile as radiant as the sun on snow... and a powerful scent that triggers his heat.
When his suppressant doesn't work and there's no time to get help, Atsumu has to trust this redheaded alpha to knot him and dispel his heat. But he's not the only one affected--the alpha's inexplicably in rut & it takes several hours (and rounds) before their conditions subside.
Atsumu's overprotective parents end their vacation early and rush back to the city before he can even say goodbye. He's resigned to keep the encounter in his heart as a beautiful memory that will fade over time... until he discovers he's pregnant.
osamu's dick hits just right and kiyoomi groans into the mattress, pillowcase between his teeth. his phone rings and he reaches to silence the noise but osamu smacks the back of his hand and picks it up himself, thrusts never faltering.
"toya. 'sup?" osamu grunts, tucking the phone against his ear so he can cage kiyoomi on the bed and grind his full length all the way in, /deep./
kiyoomi mewls desperately, back arched and shuddering under him.
"yeah..." osamu sighs into kiyo's neck. "he can't talk right now."
osamu circles his hips and kiyoomi's hands clench into the blankets, whines muffled by the pillowcase.
"crammin' for a test," osamu grins, snapping his hips in successive shallow thrusts. "been at it fer hours now, think he's prob'ly almost there..."
Since they started dating 5 months ago, Osamu has gone on about 47 dates with Kiyoomi. He keeps track of them in his secret pocket calendar that he hides in his work apron pocket by day and tucks under his pillow at night.
If anyone ever found it? He'd die a /thousand deaths/ of humiliation. But he's so head over heels for Kiyoomi he can't stop himself from chronicling their romance one date at a time—he gets all flushed and fidgety to flip through the months and see all the days with red hearts
drawn around them, and the little notes he adds after each date:
* 🍙 if they ate food
* 📽️ if they went to the movies
* 🌳 if they enjoyed the outdoors
* 🍙 AND a 🌳 if they had a picnic
* 🏐 if he watches one of Kiyoomi's matches, and
*🍵 if Kiyoomi comes over after to cuddle