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lowkeyremi · 24 days

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⚠ not proofread cuz I'm tired. enjoy!!!

Moments before disaster struck, soft babbles and tiny feet smacking against the floor were unmistakable to the ears. While your husband "chases" the fourteen month old baby who's wobbly on their feet, you're finishing up some work.

As of recent, your baby has become a better walker, they still crawl around and wobble a little bit, but they're walking none the less. From their perspective, those tiny little legs make them unstoppable. In order to avoid being caught by their daddy, they must "run" away.

"I go get you!!!" He says in his little baby voice, watching his baby stop to look at him with a gummy smile that contains around four or five teeth.

Baby quickly turns around, their little legs carrying them as fast as they'll go and suddenly they bump into the wooden door frame that leads into your bedroom.

The bump was pretty loud and you just know that had to hurt. The joy on your baby's face soon turns into a little pouty frown and baby starts crying out in pain.

"Uh oh! Let daddy see." He rushes over to pick up his chubby little baby. Your husband examines baby's forehead which has a little knot forming on it.

The hollering gets louder as he tries to comfort the infant.

"It's okay. Look at daddy!" He tries making silly faces which distracts the baby's one track mind for a few seconds. They remember what they were doing previously and starts up the tears again.

"Mommy!!!" He yells out; unsure of what to do. He's slightly panicking seeing his baby in so much stress and pain like this... maybe you'll know what to do.

Relief floods through him when you come and take the little baby out of his arms.

"[baby's name] got a little boo boo on their forehead. I was chasing them and they bumped into the frame over there."

Baby stops crying when they're in your arms. You giggle softly at how quickly baby changes up.

"Did you just play your daddy? Yes you did! Oh yes you did." You ask in a soft baby voice. Baby starts to clap and giggle, you're sure they don't even grasp what you're saying.

"I did not get played by a baby!"

"Yes you did. Their boo boo was not as bad as you made it out to be." As soon as your husband tries to argue back, Baby has some words of their own:

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Baby says with a mouth full of fingers.

"That's exactly what I was saying. Daddy got played." Your husband stands in your room completely dumbfounded by what just happened while watching you walk out of the room with baby in your arms.

MHA

Midoriya, Mirio, KIRISHIMA

Haikyuu

ATSUMU, Hinata, KUROO, Suna, Tendou

JJK

YUJI, Choso, Yuta, GOJO

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215-luv · 2 years

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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU PULL THEM BY THEIR BELT/BELT LOOP

SUNA: a deep yelp comes from his lips, the usual bored look he had on his eyes now replaced with shock as his hands naturally lands to the nearest surface, trapping you in his arms. with his face now inches closer to yours, he looks down at you, the tension between you two now rising. he raises an eyebrow with curiosity in his eyes as his deep voice flows through your ears, “hm, what’s going on in that little head of yours, bun?”

KUROO: a startled expression etches on his face, not expecting you to do such a bold action. although, he’s quick to recover from his shock as he shoots you a cocky grin, letting his hand fall to rest on your hip. “what’s this, kitten? if you needed me, you could’ve just said so yourself.” he chuckles, “but this,” his eyes then wander down to where you were holding his belt, “this is probably much better.”

ATSUMU: literally gasps out loud in shock, “oh SHIT you- you really just did that huh?” he curses, trying his best to compose himself although he’s actually a stuttering mess. with a deep inhale, he lets his hands find their place on your hips as he looks down at you with a certain look on his eyes, clearing his throat. “are we gonna make out or..?”

IWAIZUMI: he looks down at you, surprised. letting an eyebrow raise as if he’s asking for you to explain what was that for. however, with that look on your eye, iwaizumi swore something had bursted inside him that lead him unable to restrain himself as he slowly slithers his arm around your waist, the action sending you shivers through your spine while you watch as he reaches your hand that was holding his belt, raising it to let it rest on his shoulder. he chuckles under his breath while he keeps eye contact with you, “god, you really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

SAKUSA: both his eyebrows shoot upwards and his body freezes momentarily. you watch as his eyes looks at you with shock written upon them. he could barely let out a steady statement as his breath wavers, “..w-what.. what are you doing?”

OIKAWA: “okay, so, remember when iw— AH! OH MY GOD!” he screeches out dramatically when you unexpectedly pull him by his belt and his heart runs in laps. he looks at you with shock as you only shoot him an innocent smile. “sweetie, what was that for?!” he lets a hand hover his chest as you giggle, about to give him an answer when he adds, “but that was kinda hot though..”

YAMAGUCHI: a high pitched yelp comes from his lips and he stares at you with wide eyes, a flush creeping across his cheeks. never have you seen your boyfriend look so embarrassed and surprised your whole life that you had to let out a laugh, your reaction worsening the blush on his cheeks as he holds the wrist of your hand that was holding his belt. “H-Honey.. S-Stop..”

KITA: when you pull him by his belt, he let’s out a tiny oh, peering at you with curiosity. smh innocent bb. he gives you a look that encourages you to explain what you did, but somehow, inside him, he thought it kinda felt nice to have you pull him towards you that way.

KENMA: he tenses. it honestly never crosses his mind once that you would ever do the action of pulling him towards you by his belt—the gesture so unexpected that it leaves him a blushing mess. his body freezes in place and you watch as he looks at you with wide eyes. “(y-y/n).. what was that..?”

KAGEYAMA: he really went “oh shit” as soon as he feels that force on his hip—not expecting you to suddenly pull him in that way. his eyebrows raises in surprise while his head tilts in confusion, not sure what to expect when you’re innocently looking at him in the eye. and he blinks, “uh. hi?”

ASAHI: “AH!” he lets out a yelp that could possibly be heard up to the second floor. he looks back and forth from your face then down to where your hand connects to his belt, letting him compose himself for a few moments as he freezes in place. his eyes widens and he stammers like crazy. “S-Sweetheart.. What- What did you just do..?”

USHIJIMA: both his eyebrows raise upon the sudden pull of force on his hip area. he looks down at you as he holds a potted plant on his hand. you watch as he blinks down at you, as if looking for any answers through whatever emotion your face has on. you let him place his plotted plant on the nearest surface and he faces you, holding your hand that was on his belt as he raises it to his chest, letting his thumb softly rub on to your soft skin. “is there anything you need, honey? you can tell me anything.”

MATTSUN: when you pull him by his belt, he lets shock overcome him, both his eyebrows shooting upward. and yet, that shock is quickly replaced by a smirk as he looks down to where your hand is holding his belt. he lets out a deep “oh?” with a certain glint on his eye that deeply intensifies your need for him.

BOKUTO: “AH! WHAT AR—wait what’s this all about baby?” his mood alters in the quickest because one moment his eyes were widened like saucers and now he’s peering down at you with expectation. and you’re starting to think he’s just realizing how much he likes the way you pull him to you by his belt. you could see the blush appearing on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck bashfully—a rare thing to be seen from the bokuto kotaro. and he suggests cheekily, “you know.. maybe you should do this more often.. hehe.”

AKAASHI: he lets out the softest gasp from his lips as his widened eyes wander down to where your hand grasps onto his belt, and his mind really goes ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-’ but then he scratches that by clearing his throat, trying his all to keep his composure while barely managing to keep eye contact with you. “w-what is it you need, honey..?”

#requested by anon!#special shoutout to anon who suggested this <3 ily baby i hope you love this #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #oikawa x reader #yamaguchi x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #asahi x reader #akaashi x reader #kita x reader #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #mattsukawa x reader

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hoejosatoru · 3 months

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Atsumu is a bit of a cocky guy. He's good and he knows it, so why shouldn't he be proud? But there is nothing that fuels his ego more than you showing up to his game in his jersey. When he spots you in the crowd, his number across your chest. Now he can't lose.

Atsumu is laser focused during games. But that doesn't mean you aren't at the back of his mind. He's sneaks peaks at you after he's made a good play, loving the way you jump and scream for him. He can't help but think about thinking about the other ways he'll make you scream later.

Atsumu knows you know the drill. Wait outside the locker room for the "coast is clear" text. He's buzzing from his win and his desire for you. When he sees you up close, his cock immediately throbs with need. Fuck baby, so pretty with my name on you. He takes your hand, making you do a little twirl. He loves how big the jersey is on you, a visual of how much bigger he is than you.

Atsumu finds the nearest flat surface to bend you over, yanking down your bottoms. The jersey stays on his slides his cock into your velvety walls. He groans, watching how your slick cunt sucks him in. Been thinking about this y/n? Bet you were fantasizing about getting fucked the whole game. You moan in response, the sweetest sound to his ears.

Atsumu isn't looking to take his time. All he can think of is emptying himself in you, while you're adorned in his jersey. How it is the ultimate way to claim you as his. His grip on you is near bruising as he thrusts fast and hard inside you. He slides a finger around front to play with your clit, taking you breath away. Your pussy flutters as your orgasm floods your body.

Atsumu lets out the sexiest groans as he cums inside you. His stamina let's him fuck you at a good pace until you're both squirming form overstimulation. He loves watching his cum drip out of you and will even take a picture if you let him. One thing he makes very clear: you're to wear his jersey to every game from now on.

#miya atsumu my favorite cocky baby girl #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu x you #atsumu headcanons #atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader

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noosayog · 10 months

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[baby fever] ft. sakusa kiyoomi

wc: 400

iwa | ushijima | atsumu | osamu | kageyama

You quietly slip into the gym, taking your seat on the stands to watch the boys finish up practice. You hear the whistle and your eyes are drawn to where Iwaizumi is running drills. You can’t help the smile on your face when you see the athletic trainer standing there with his daughter, only reaching knee height, but diligently blowing the whistle every time her father gives her shoulder a tap.

Iwaizumi calls out the last set of drills for the day and you don’t have to wait long before a dark, curly head of hair hovers overhead to shade you from the harsh lights of the gymnasium.

You crane your head backwards, smiling widely. “Hi,” you greet your boyfriend.

“Hey,” Kiyoomi says.

“You don’t need to shower?” you ask.

“Nah,” he responds. “We can shower at home.”

“Okay.” He takes hold of your hand naturally. Kiyoomi is silent but pleasant on the walk home. You hold the conversation, but you don’t mind as he hums in affirmative and flashes you his sweet close-lipped smiles in acknowledgement at the appropriate times.

“Did you see Iwaizumi’s kid?” you ask casually.

“Hm.”

“Do you like kids?” you peer at him through your lashes.

He looks at you strangely. He thinks for a bit. “No.”

You pout a bit. “But she was so cute!”

“More hassle than they’re worth, don’t you think?”

He says this in a lighthearted tone but you ponder this seriously. “I mean yeah, but don’t you think a few really good moments can outshine the ugly? It would be worth it.”

He glances at you, slightly taken aback by your earnest response.

“I’m not pressuring you though, okay? Just want you to know that you’re the one I want a family with someday.”

He nods slowly but says nothing else and you drop the topic willingly. He’s silent the rest of the walk and you know you got him thinking.

When you arrive at home, he keeps his hold on your hand until you’re both standing in front of the bathroom door. You tilt your head at him in question, but don’t pull away.

He squints a bit, like he can’t believe what he’s about to say next.

“We have to get married first, okay?”

“What?”

“Married. That has to come before the kid is… conceived,” his cheeks flush a bit.

You laugh easily, “okay, Kiyoomi.”

He lets go of your hand, retreating into the bathroom. You make your way to your room to change, all smiles, but Kiyoomi’s hand jolts out to grab onto you.

“Aren’t you coming in?” he asks.

Your smile turns into a huge toothy grin, as you cheekily tell him, “I guess we could practice now if you’re so inclined.”

He rolls his eyes, but his cheeks are red to his ears.

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emmyrosee · 4 months

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Pls this is just so cute imagine hisako doing this jskwmdnmd https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNF4vyYQ/

PLEASEEEE ONCE MIYA!#2 COMES 🥺

Atsumu is a tired dad. He is! He’s got a lot on his plate and mind, keeping his career blossoming and his love for you and the kids absolutely iron strength, he just gets so sleepy and always is the first one to volunteer to nap with the baby.

You’d sent him off a few hours ago to rest with the tiny boy, leaving you to get started on dinner and him to nap and reset his body.

Hisako watched you dice vegetables for maybe all of four minutes before she went and searched for her father, only to see him curled up with her brother on the bed, snoring away. She pouts her tiny lip out and crawls in bed next to him, gently moving the baby to the left so she can burrow into her father’s side. He doesn’t flinch, merely curling around her tiny frame and cradling the back of her head like he did with his son.

You call them for dinner, but when no one responds, you make your way up the stairs with no real rush, assuming they’d all be curled against each other for warmth.

And you were right.

You smile as your son suckles on his pacifier a few feet away from his father, Hisako curled in the bend of Atsumu’s side. There’s a baby blanket haphazardly covering your little boy, and the bigger blanket covering your four year old. You plop on the bed in the curve of Atsumu’s knee, gently rubbing his knee cap to stir him awake. “Baby…”

“Baby?” He mumbles out. “Wha’ ‘bout the baby?”

You chuckle, “no- you’re my baby.” You see him smile and slowly open his eyes, blinking the sleep from them before looking down at Hisako, still sound asleep in his arms.

There’s a tense moment in his body before it relaxes into laughter at seeing what his tiny terror has done, cradling her closer to him before sitting up.

“Guess she missed daddy,” you hum, pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.

He chuckles, “who wouldn’t? I’m pretty great.”

He whines as you give him a playful swat on the back of his head.

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bagsyy · 7 months

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ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN

warnings! 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), slight throatfucking/overstim if you squint, cum swallowing, lovesick atsumu. 1.6k words not proofread at all because if i look at it again i’ll throw up. happy birthday atsumu<3

atsumu’s brain has felt hazy for a while now. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started though. he didn’t have the mental fortitude to. he’s not sure if it began when he saw a glimpse of you getting ready in the bathroom. you were sitting atop the counter wearing one of his shirts as you curled your eyelashes. you pretended to scold him for daring to look at you before the wedding.

“it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, dummy. if we ever get divorced it’s gonna be your fault” you say, hitting the tube of mascara against the heel of your palm.

“want me to piss with my eyes closed?” atsumu snaps his head at you. “i’m not that talented, baby.”

“you know what? i think i’m actually getting cold feet. maybe we shouldn’t get married.” atsumu is silent for a moment before he leans back and pokes his head through the crack in the door. “really? they seemed pretty warm to me when you were beggin me to book the next flight here. ‘i just wanna get married, tsumu! i don’t wanna wait! i’ll marry you right now.’” he mocks you in a high-pitched voice.

“that is not what i sound like! can you save the theatrics for when you’re not actively pissing?” you side eye him, unable to prevent yourself from letting out a soft laugh. “m’trying to get ready, atsumu. i don’t wanna look ugly when we get married in front of an elvis impersonator.”

“sweetheart, we both know that’s impossible” atsumu says as he walks to the sink next to where you’re sat atop the bathroom counter. “you tryin to look good for another man? you’re killin me” atsumu’s honey colored eyes lock with yours, and you swear he’s never looked more lovesick in his life.

it was only after that, he decided, that you were really killing him.

it was his idea to do a “first look” in the hotel room before the two of you left to get hitched. his argument was that a lot of people get married in las vegas, what if he loses you in the crowd and he accidentally marries the wrong person because he can’t remember the dress you were wearing?

your phone is propped up on the window, hidden from atsumu’s view but still in the perfect position to capture this moment. the two of you are standing back to back, and you can feel him getting antsy as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fiddling with the sleeves of his suit. it’s cute, really, how soft atsumu gets when he’s with you. his heart never ceases to pound every time you take his hand in yours and squeeze it three times. when you kiss the crease between his furrowed eyebrows when his stress is visibly consuming him. when it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep, so you softly whisper atsumu’s name until he wakes up and you beg him to stay up with you so you have someone to talk to.

“okay. we turn around on three.” you reach behind you, searching for atsumu’s hand with your own. his fingers intertwine with yours as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling the absolute rock on your left hand brush against his knuckles. “one, two, three” you turn around to face each other, and atsumu looks like he’s about to pass out. the two of you are completely unable to form any coherent thoughts, just softly laughing in shock as you take each other in.

atsumu looks handsome as ever, messy blonde hair styled into something more neat and presentable. he looks like a husband, you think to yourself. you imagine a day where the two of you are sat out on your front porch, watching the sun setting over the horizon as soft beams of light glimmer on the laugh lines and crows feet adorning atsumu’s face. and you swear you’ll love him then just as much as you do right now.

atsumu smoothes his hands over his suit jacket. “damn baby, i’m feelin a little underdressed next to you.” you don’t miss how his voice quivers ever so slightly. “you didn’t tell me you were gonna look this gorgeous.”

your hand is still in his, and he lifts your arm up to get a better look at you. your dress is simple, satin, knee length with a slight v-neckline. it’s not the most intricate dress, but it’s timeless. elegant. you’re wearing a simple gold necklace, one that atsumu gave you, that sits pretty on your collarbones. his favorite part about your entire getup is, by far, your veil. it’s secured to your hair with a pretty white bow and stops just a little bit past your shoulders. atsumu wipes the smallest tear from the corner of his eyes and sniffles a little bit before pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you. in typical atsumu fashion, his hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass and you jump in surprise. “c’mon let’s make you a miya” atsumu grins.

the next two hours are a complete blur. you were all satin and soft skin, and atsumu felt like he was going to pass out at any given moment. he hardly remembers anything, really. he’s extremely grateful that you found a chapel that included a recording of the ceremony in the cost, because the only thing he can remember at this very moment is the man in the pink suit and aviator glasses telling him to kiss his bride. he’s been ready to marry you for nearly as long as he’s loved you, and there was nothing else going on inside his little brain besides making you his wife.

but now, here in this hotel room, he’s sure he’s been lobotomized.

“atsumu” you pout as you pull away from his cock, resting your head against his toned thigh. “you’re gonna rip my veil.” your hand squeezes his sensitive tip, demanding his attention.

“shit, shit baby m’sorry. just tryin to hold it for you” he throws his head back into the pillow, upset by the sudden loss of warmth from your mouth. “i’ll buy you another one just—please. please baby” he whines. “what kinda wife would leave me hangin like that?” he peers down at you, grinning ever so slightly. it’s amazing how he still manages to be cocky when you have him like this.

“what kind of husband-” you pause, softly nipping his inner thigh, placing a feather light kiss on it as an apology, “-rips his wife’s veil because he can’t keep still when his dick is in her mouth?”

“said m’sorry” he whines, throwing one of his arms over his eyes. you place more kisses along his inner thigh, slowly making your way back to his cock. you kiss the base of his shaft, trailing all the way up to his leaky tip. it jumps with every single kiss. “do something. please, angel.”

you give in, lightly licking the underside of his dick before taking him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him and he bucks into you, fat tip hitting the back of your throat. atsumu groans as you swallow around him. you try your best not to gag, but atsumu is too fucking big. no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still takes you a second to become fully accustomed to him.

“god damn baby, shit” atsumu’s lower abdomen begins to twitch as you continue to bob your head. “so pretty. y’look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. so fuckin’ messy.” and he’s right. between the heated makeout session that led up to this and the sheer amount of spit that’s on atsumu’s dick, what’s left of your crimson red lipstick is smeared all over the both of your faces, on his thighs, near the base of his cock. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your hand left hand strokes what can’t fit in your mouth as you continue to swipe your tongue on the underside of his fat pink tip, and your right hand moves to cup his balls. he looks so fucking pretty like this. you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every pretty sound your husband makes. you moan around him, and his hand grips your hair (and veil) just a little bit tighter. atsumu is whimpering at this point, face beet red as he looks down at you.

“gonna make me cum. please make me cum. you gonna swallow, pretty girl?”

you let out a soft hum, giving him an unspoken “yes.” he doesn’t last much longer after that, spilling his seed into your mouth with a deep groan. he moans your name and babbles something about how much he loves his pretty wife, how you’re so perfect, so good for him. you swallow everything he gives you, and you kiss his tip as you take him out of your mouth. not being able to resist the urge, you start to jerk him off, and he lets out a choked sob.

“okay, okay. s’enough. it’s enough baby, fuck” he tugs on his blonde hair, back arching.

“oh? is it, though?” you coo at him, admiring the way he looks right now. he constantly does the same shit to you, eating you out until your legs lock and you can’t stop shaking. but when he’s the one on the receiving end, he’s far whinier.

atsumu grabs you by your wrist and pulls you on top of him before you can overstimulate him any further. you yelp as you fall onto his chest, placing your head on his shoulder. “wanna kiss my wife now” he pouts, tilting his head to kiss you. he can taste himself on your tongue and it makes him sigh into your mouth. he runs his fingers down your back, tracing the curvature of your spine. “that was some of your best work, mrs. miya.”

#remember when i said trashy vegas wedding w atsumu?#remember #this post is sponsored by orange celsius and za #sorry for making atsumu so pathetic it’s because he is pathetic #thank you to my baby leah for entertaining my atsumu brainrot for the past month #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #en ess eff double you

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clubkira · 3 months

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the most unrealistic thing abt haikyuu was only one mf having piercings

#you mean to tell me not one of those guys’ moms got their ears pierced when they were babies #or they did the ol needle through ear #like cmon now let’s be fr !!#atsumu would’ve had ear piercings sawry #especially as an adult he would wear those stupidly big diamond earrings #i also bet on semi w piercings + mattsun cuz of kit #with love #𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒 ₊˚⊹ ಇ.

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sun-sandwich · 2 days

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Brainless MSBY

#i swear...#what was furudate thinking of when he decided to put them on the same team?????#in manga atsumu was like “you cry baby don't you dare mess my to-” and bokuto immediately called him TSUMU-TSUMU #bokuto koutarou #bokuto kotaro #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!#hq!!#hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!! stage play #fukurodani #inarizaki #msby black jackal

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sunaluvs · 2 years

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Another line of sweat begins to bead along your hairline as the late summer heat stifles each breath you inhale.

“This was a bad idea,” you sigh as you lay on the blanketed ground on your back, eyes squeezed shut against the sun’s merciless glare and arms outstretched to their fullest extent as if asking for the wind to take you. You hope it does. At least then, you might not feel like you’re being cooked alive.

“‘S not that bad.” Atsumu yelps and twists his torso to the side when you swipe at him with a clammy palm. The red-orange haze of your eyelids turn blissfully dark when he leans over you, his body blocking the sun’s attack on your eyeballs. “Hey! Don’t be mean.”

“Shush, don’t move,” you mutter, gingerly sliding your eyes open to look at him.

“‘M breakin’ up with ya.”

“Weren’t you just rambling about our future kids this morning?”

He huffs pettishly, and your lips curve into a wisp of a smile. Atsumu’s golden hair encircles your vision, the sweat gathering in his roots rendering the gel he’d used to style it absolutely useless. The man in question grins down at you. The outer corners of his eyes crinkle as his cheeks bunch up, his tanned skin flushed strawberry red from the summer heat. Theoretically, he should look like an overripe tomato donning a shitty blond wig; anybody else would. But with a nimbus of sunlight and the clear blue sky as his backdrop, he looks frustratingly, maddeningly, beautiful. Nobody should look that gorgeous from this angle, you think. Or in this heat.

“Yer starin’.”

“No, I’m not.”

Atsumu’s beam grows wider when you instantly look away at his words, your gaze falling to the leaf clinging to the cotton of his shirt. You convince yourself that the sudden rush of heat through your face is because of the sweltering weather, rather than a manifestation of any sort of embarrassment.

“There’s no need to deny it,” he leans closer to you, noses briefly brushing as his smile turns smug. “‘M yer boyfriend, you can stare all ya want.”

You snort and tilt your head back, ignoring how it makes his gaze drop down to the column of your throat before it comes back up again, “thanks for the permission, sweetheart.”

His nose scrunches up at the nickname to feign displeasure, but you don’t miss the way his head drops a little to avoid your eyes, nor the way his fist slightly twists the blanket in its grip. You grin.

“Why don’t you take the food out, baby? I’m getting a bit hungry.”

You watch as Atsumu’s eyes widen, but before you can take a closer look he’s pulling away, turning his back to you and shifting to the basket of food you’d brought along. The sun wastes no time returning to its assault on your vision, and you hiss, bringing an arm up to shield your face.

Mentally, you curse yourself for giving in to Atsumu’s request (pleading) of an outdoor picnic. You need to start building defenses against those ridiculous pouts of his.

As he busies himself with plates of fruit and sandwiches, you push yourself up to your elbows and closer to him, squinting when you hear him grumble under his breath, “...don’t even remember the last time ya compliment me, then all of a sudden ’s ‘sweetheart and ‘baby’; wha’sat about?”

“Why, you don’t like it?”

You breathe a light laugh when he startles at the sudden proximity of your voice, head whipping back to see a teasing smirk adorning your features. He blinks rapidly and your smirk widens at the vermillion that spreads over his ears.

“No,” he blurts out. “I-I mean, yes, I don’t—do! I do, uh, I guess.”

You blink.

He buries a groan into his hands, and you bite down on an endearing smile. Affection blooms tender and warm in your chest, rich in adoration for the man in front of you. You watch as he lifts his face up, sweet with embarrassment, bottom lip jutting out the slightest bit, and do nothing as your fondness swells.

“‘S jus’ weird!” is what he finally settles on. “‘S like if Omi started callin’ me ‘Tsumu or somethin’.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Am I really so bad that you’re comparing me to Sakusa?”

“No! Tha’s not”—he flails his hands around—“yer fine! More than! “It’s jus' a bit weird, y’know, like, like—” he huffs an irked breath. “You know what I mean!”

Oh my god, he’s pouting.

You purse your lips, forcing a slow breath through your nose to stop the laughter struggling to burst forth. A beat of silence follows his words. Atsumu stares at you. You stare back at him. His eyebrows furrow the longer you stay quiet.

“What?” he finally says, his bottom lip jutting out further, “wha’s with that look?”

“What—what look?” you cough out, looking away and pursing your lips harder.

“That look!” He rudely points at you. “Yer tryin’ not to laugh! I know ya are!”

“I-I don’t—” you snort—shit—immediately covering your mouth with a hand, “I don’t know what you mean.” Your voice shakes with barely restrained laughter.

“‘S not funny!”

And the dam bursts. You double over in loud, boisterous cackles, Atsumu’s whines accompanying your glee in the background.

“It is so fucking funny,” you gasp, eyes twinkling with mirth.

Atsumu, fully pouting by this point, crosses his arms and turns his back to you once more in a childish attempt to ignore you. The sight makes you hiccup another laugh, that ball of adoration swelling to burst in your chest at the sight. You just barely suppress the “aww” that wants to slip out.

You’re still chuckling when you move forward to wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him back into your chest. Despite his earlier protests, he, unsurprisingly, offers no resistance whatsoever and falls easily into your arms. Settling your chin over his shoulder, you tilt your face and bury it in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash radiating off his skin like ripe fruit beneath the sun.

(“Whatcha think?” he’d asked cheekily the first time he used it, jumping onto your bed and shoving his arm under your nose.

“What—“ you’d jolted away, before the fresh fragrance hit your senses and froze you in your place. You’d swallowed, and carefully asked, “Is that—is that my body wash?”

“Yessir,” he replied, smirking his typical irritatingly attractive smirk. “How ‘bout it?”

You'd put on your best annoyed expression and lied through your teeth, “Stop using my things, moron.”

He never did.)

Blowing a raspberry into the golden skin, you grin, “Sorry, baby, you’re just too cute.”

Atsumu sinks further into your chest and tilts his head back to see you, “Meanie. Only kisses will save you from the doghouse now,” he puckers his lips for emphasis.

Your grin widens, and you cup his jaw to smack a big, noisy kiss on his lips.

“Am I safe now?"

"Not yet."

Another kiss.

"Again."

Another kiss.

"One more time."

You laugh, and kiss him once more.

#atsumu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #atsumu drabble #atsumu fic #hq drabbles #hq fic #haikyuu drabbles #a.writes #❥.hq #this is so unbelievably self-indulgent LMFAOO SORRY. i just wanna baby atsumu really bad forgive me

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heich0e · 2 years

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thinking about miya atsumu having the sweetest, most docile son. born a little cherub, barely ever cries, never causes any problems. everyone warns the two of you not to be fooled in those first few months of suspicious bliss: miya babies are sweet, but the day would come where he finds his troublesome spirit.

but not him.

miya baby grows up to be a gentle, inquisitive, polite little boy. he's good at sharing but shy around other children. quiet but bright. he doesn't particularly enjoy sports, at least not yet, but he likes books and animals and comes home every day from school with a pocket full of pretty rocks he found and wants to show you and papa.

sometimes people wonder if he's really atsumu's son at all—or they might, if not for the fact he looks exactly like him. and truthfully, atsumu does occasionally struggle parenting the sweet little boy who's so unlike what he and his brother were like as children. he wants to connect with him, bond with him, but has to work hard to find the things they have in common. be gentle with him in ways he didn't expect.

but he's his pride and joy, and he loves him more than he's ever loved anything else in the world.

#bonus:#omi is absolutely fascinated by miya baby #never particularly liked children but likes him #decides he wants one but only if it's just like that #asks atsumu if you would ever consider surrogacy and it almost sends him into an apopleptic fit (kiyoomi genuinely does not understand why)#baby miya!au

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rinslutz · 1 year

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BABY FEVER ࿔ PROFILES

you spread a rumor that you’re pregnant with suna rintaro’s baby for clout. when suna confirms it, threatening your current relationship but suna strikes a deal with you that you can’t refuse.

𓊘 M.LIST | NEXT

Y/N & FRIENDS

FACTS !

- y/n and atsumu have been dating for 2 years but have know each other for 8 years.

- jen is y/n’s best friend.

- osamu & jen are also dating.

SUNA & FRIENDS

FACTS !

- they are all members of japan’s national volleyball team.

- suna has the most fan girls.

- suna’s best friend is bokuto.

taglist: (open)

@softtashoney @rntrsuna @noideawhothatis @cloud_lyy @ihatemynewbangs @ushygushybaby @wolffmaiden @coyloves @cherrybeomgyu @fuschiguro

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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sometimes, hisako would watch her daddy's games from her uncle samu's booth while she munches on mini onigri balls he makes for her AAAA i love them sm

tsumu definitely complains afterwards about how it's his game but samu and hisako get to bond instead.

MY WIDDLE HISAKO BABY GOD AND I KNOW SHES GOT HER UNCLES APPETITE SO HE GETS HER ALL THE SNACKS SHE COULD WANT

She’s plopped on Osamu’s thigh during the whole game, grabbing fistfuls of onigiri, apple slices, tuna sandwiches, and sometimes even spoiling her with concession stand snacks, and every time, without fail, the camera cuts to her after her father has an amazing set or serve that causes a point, she’s got her cheeks puffed out with yummy treats 🥺

Atsumu loves to pretend he hates the way the two of them bond, but in reality, there’s not a set of people he’d rather have tease him when he messes up, or scream his name in the stands when he does well🥹🩷

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vilevvords · 2 years

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nothing explicit, but MDNI

Atsumu, who’s claiming to be experienced, talking about relationships, romance, intimacies, and, of course, sex with fellow athletes in the locker room in the way boys just do.

Who’s completely unabashed in the way he’s flirting at parties, sweet words tumbling off his tongue with a kind of booze-induced confidence that is unmatched, enough to fool everyone into viewing him as a bold man - one able to charm his way into girls’ and boys’ hearts to equal extent.

Who is convinced he knows how to kiss from watching movies because surely, it’s not that hard and he believes himself to be a visual learner.

Who, perhaps, even truly believes he’s prepared for when the time finally comes and he finds himself getting intimate with a person, enough so that he’s confident he won’t let his inexperience slip.

Who, in contrast to his image, is a hopeless romantic in a way, watching romance movies on rainy Sunday afternoons and way into the night, albeit not without complaining should his brother come into his room. No, I don’t like that cheesy crap, stupid Samu. Nothing else is on.

But also Atsumu going weak in the knees, heart nearly pounding out of his chest when he’s alone with you, totally overwhelmed by how close you two are and the way he’s able to smell you so intensely. Who, in reality, is totally clueless and stumbles over his words, confidence leaving his body the moment the door falls into the lock behind you.

Who wishes he could run far, far away, muscles tensing up and heat creeping up his neck to tint his cheeks a lovely shade of crimson the longer you two are alone.

Who is unable to look into your eyes for long before his own fidget away because he feels his heart is going to give in if he doesn’t.

Who’s hands merely hover over your waist, unsure of what is appropriate and quite frankly, unable to think clearly. And who’s soul nearly leaves his body when you grab his wrists, guiding him to grab your body, your own hands finding a place on his chest.

Who kisses timidly, nothing like how he had hoped he would, lips lingering on yours for no longer than need be because he’s afraid of overdoing it, afraid of making you uncomfortable or scaring you away.

Who whines softly into the kiss, sweet noises so adorable that you kiss him harder on instinct alone because he’s too cute for his own good and there’s this urge within you to hear it again.

Who’s gentle in the way he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head without ever breaking eye contact, almost too shy to look down.

Who shows himself vulnerable and offers you all of his firsts, exhaling a breath of relief when you take them, grateful you’re the one he’s doing it with.

#i’ve had this atsumu brainrot all day because of this fic i’m writing so take it away from me #idk i just ……. i’m so in love w him he’s the cutest baby boy to ever exist #no one tell me i’m wrong about this i will block you #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu drabble #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #hq #hq x reader #hq fluff #vile drabbles #vile nights

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sashimiyas · 1 month

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i know that when the twins get older, someone will call osamu the fatter twin and when that i happens, i will be scheduling my conjugal visits with my man bc i will love him from a jail cell if i have to

#reinas.inretrograde #i just KNOW people will say something and maybe osamu overhears it one day #and it gets him a little glum. but no worries bc atsumu and i got it baby. no one disrespects our osamu like that #he is Ours!!

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flyhighpjct · 8 months

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MEGA DOAÇÃO DE CAPAS DO PROJETO FLY-HIGH (parte #1)

‎Olá, jogadores! A MSBY voltou para doar mais capas de Haikyuu feitas pelos nossos incríveis levantadores, afinal, hoje é um dia especial! 19 de agosto é o Dia Oficial de Haikyuu!! no Japão, porque "Haikyu" também pode ser reescrito como 8.1.9 {Ha = hachi = 8} {i = ichi = 1} {kyu = kyu = 9}

PS. A gente procura qualquer motivo para incentivar e ajudar vocês a escreverem fics de Haikyuu, né? <3

REGRAS:

As capas são para USO PESSOAL ou DENTRO DO PROJETO FLY-HIGH (se for staff).

Preste atenção às preferências e regras de cada capista!!

Caso queira adotar alguma, mande mensagem para nós aqui no tumblr (informando o número da capa e seu user)!! NÃO PEGUE SEM PERMISSÃO.

Você deve estar seguindo o projeto no Spirit Fanfics e aqui no tumblr!!

PARTE UM (ESTE POST) | PARTE DOIS (CLIQUE AQUI)

CAPAS FEITAS POR ACKRSAYS: LEIA AS PREFERÊNCIAS E REGRAS AQUI

1. Dó, Ré, Mi, Fá, Só quero você! (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Sakuatsu

2. Para minha estrela, com amor (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Bokuaka

3. Quando as luzes se apagam

Personagens/shipp: Kuroken

4. E se as nuvens fossem algodão doce? (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Bokuto

5. (Sem título) (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Bokuro

CAPAS FEITAS POR ANAHARAE: LEIA AS PREFERÊNCIAS E REGRAS AQUI

6. Cuidando do meu sobrinho por um dia (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Atsumu e Bebê Kita

Fanarts: suncelia-art

7. (Sem título) (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Asanoya

Fanarts: dreamingpartone

8. Smell like Coffee

Personagens/shipp: Iwaoi

9. Say Something (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Kageyama + Personagem feminina

10. Ocitocina (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Kagehina

11. Love your smell (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Kenma

Fanarts: sweetshrubs

12. Break all the rules

Personagens/shipp: Hinata

Fanarts: alioszas

13. Eu me apaixonei por saturno (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Kagehina

14. Last Friday Night (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Bokuaka

CAPAS FEITAS POR CAESARINOX: LEIA AS PREFERÊNCIAS E REGRAS AQUI

15. Como adotar o Kenma

Personagens/shipp: Kenma

Fanarts: tamoru

16. A sombra do outono em meio aos nossos pecados (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Hinata

17. A volta a Itália

Personagens/shipp: Kagehina

Fanarts: tamoru

18. (Sem título)

Personagens/shipp: Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Hinata e Kageyama

Fanarts: tamoru

19. Como irritar o Iwaizumi (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Iwaoi

Fanarts: nikkiyan

20. Photograph

Personagens/shipp: Sakuatsu

Fanarts: queenkeiji

CAPAS FEITAS POR CHAMELYON: LEIA AS PREFERÊNCIAS E REGRAS AQUI

21. Cruel Summer (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Atsumu + Personagem feminina

Fanarts: suncelia-art

22. Lar Doce Lar (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Hinata

Fanarts: estereggz

23. On My Own (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Yamaguchi

Fanarts: soktokki

24. The Office (DOADA)

Personagens/shipp: Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata e Atsumu

Fanarts: suncelia-art

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