#haikyuu atsumu

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Shameless smut for atsumu with a chubby reader?👉🏼👈🏼

you ask and i deliver <333 (because i can't help myself when it comes to writing about tsumu asdfghjk.) there may be some mistakes in this, it's only something short i wrote so hopefully you like this short shameless smut everyone !! i love atsumu with a chubby reader, here's a full fic i did with atsumu and a chubby reader (x)

"tsumu we're going to be late! our reservations are at half seven, we're meeting all the others in less than an hour." you're meant to be celebrating a msby win with the team and their partners but instead you're laying in your shared bed with your fiancee with your dress bunched up.

"don't blame me. it's yer fault for looking so hot. you can't blame me when my wife looks so good."

"wife? not yet." you try and pull your dress back down but atsumu isn't having it and swats your hand away, not letting you.

"shut yer trap, ya know what i mean." while keeping your dress bunched up he runs his large hands over your thick thighs, enjoying your soft skin underneath his hands.

you giggle at his response but your laugh is cut off as he places a kiss over your clothed clit making you gasp. " 's not my fault when you look so hot in that dress, clinging to all your curves like that. you're making me go crazy." he pulls down your underwear and throws them somewhere behind them not taking any notice to where, "we can be a little late."

"a little?" you snort as you stare of in the direction of your discarded clothes. he smirks and kisses your hip, pulling down your dress too at the top so that your tits are on display and your dress is only covering the middle part of your body. atsumu pulls down your bra and gropes your breasts.

"this is stupid," he says suddenly before he starts pulling up your dress to take it off completely and moves up to face you so he can look at how pretty you are.

"i thought you said it looked hot?" you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss him.

"you do! ya just look better with it off," he smirks and allows you to pull him down. kissing messily, all tongue and teeth, clashing , right in the moment, he just can't help himself when it comes down to you and you're not one to complain just as swept up around atsumu as he is with you.

his clothes come off just as rushed as yours did, hastily pulling down his jeans and boxers all at once. he quickly threw them behind him too, getting the same treatment as your clothes did.

atsumu lifted your thigh up, resting his palm at the bottom, where he's slung your thigh over his shoulder and he's folding your body as he plunges his fat cock into you. your wet heat envelops him and he groans, "jesus baby, i love you s'much."

he ruts into you hard and fast, causing your plush body to jiggle with each thrust and atsumu doesn't know where to look, you look like a goddess in his eyes and every inch of you is perfect he just doesn't know where to look. your tummy rolls that are squished together, your breasts that freely bounce without any bra, your cute face and chubby cheeks, your pretty pussy that keeps sucking him back in with every thrust, not wanting him to go, leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock with every thrust. he can't decide where to look- you're perfect.

you admire how handsome your fiancee is above you, bleached dyed hair that's became messy after him jumping on you, a light sheen of sweat covers his forehead and his lips plump, looking slightly swollen from how much you've been kissing. you reach a hand up and tug his hair, pulling him down so he's close enough for you to kiss again and you do kiss.

one hand is still holding onto your thigh occasionally squeezing the softness making him harder. his other hand is holding onto one of your hands, fingers intertwined. "love you too 'tsumu!" you moan and you're gripping onto his hand even tighter.

you turn up to dinner late, very late.

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[cottonlemonade]

Can i have a medium to large peach lemonade with boba for atsumu??:)

Sunday Morning With Your Husband

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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Looking at your planner you had huffed at the things that needed to get done around your house. But after breakfast your husband Atsumu had requested a quick cuddle session and quite frankly, you’d be a fool to turn that down. Sitting on his lap, you had begun to set gentle kisses to his lips and ran your fingers through his hair.

He hummed happily and pulled you closer. Sundays like this should be the norm, you thought. You didn’t want to get up and do boring housework when instead you could use the little time you had with your always busy spouse to make sure your love stayed as strong as it was. You rested your forehead against his and smiled when he booped your nose with his.

You shifted, trying to get a bit more comfortable but felt something pressing against you.

You really should have known better. “Nooo, baby, why are you hard? We have things to do.”, you said with a mock whine.

Atsumu laughed in disbelief, “Ya really can’t expect me to stay soft with my wife so close to me.”

You giggled and tried to get up but he pulled you back, setting you firmly on his … (you gave a dreamy inward sigh) magnificent thighs.

“No, stay.” He pouted, squeezing your plump ass, making you jump and inadvertently grind a little against him. He grinned and kissed your neck.

“Tsumu… didn’t you hear when I said we have a lot to get done?”

“No…”, your husband ran his tongue along your neck, making you shiver and grind further.

“Come on, babe, we already didn’t finish our list last weekend.”

“Then, let’s just take a break.”

“We haven’t even gotten started yet.”, you chuckled, tightening your grip on his hair when he nibbled at your collarbone.

“See it as a pre-break. I’ll be good after I promise, but right now I don’t have the brain space for anything other than this.” He brought a hand up to massage your breast.

You let out a quiet moan when he played with your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. “You promise?”

He nodded eagerly, sensing victory.

“Once my wife is satisfied I’ll do anything ya want me to. And I’ll make lunch.”

Feigning to think over his proposal you set your hands on his broad shoulders, rolling your hips against him and making him whimper.

“And take out the trash.”

“And I’ll take out the trash.”

“And watch that new movie with me when we’re done.”

“And I’ll watch that movie with ya when we’re done.”

“And take a shower with me.”

“And I’ll -“, he smirked, “Yer chores are really interestin’, my love.”

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a/n: thank you so much for your request! I feel like I should think more about husband Atsumu, he is too cute 🥺 please enjoy! ✨

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[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

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[natriae]

DILF! Atsumu who meets you at his brother's Onigiri shop

DILF! Atsumu who comes in early to help with the ingredient shipment from kita to show of his muscles

DILF! Atsumu who makes constant sexual innuendos

DILF! Atsumu who brings you gifts everyday you come into work

DILF! Atsumu who tells you everyday while you prepare onigiri to quit and for you to live with him

DILF! Atsumu who on a particular bad day asked you to run away with him and you did

DILF! Atsumu who wears a swim trunks with a 3" inseam at the beach with you to show off his thighs

DILF! Atsumu who begs you to take off your cover up and show him the pretty bikini you wore under it

DILF! Atsumu who shocks you by telling you him and osamu are turning 47 this year

DILF! Atsumu who jokingly asks you to give him a show in your skimpy bikini

DILF! Atsumu who stayed sat and quiet during your lap dance once the two of you got back to the hotel

DILF! Atsumu who was stuffing hundreds in the tiny strings of the bikini for you

DILF! Atsumu who asks through his thick accent for you to marry him with a love stuck look in his eyes

DILF! Atsumu who got super excited like his highschool self when you said maybe you would let him marry you after your graduate college

DILF! Atsumu takes you on surpise trips with gift bags full of designer bags and expensive lingerie

DILF! Atsumu who you didn't let fuck you till after you graduated college just to tease him

DILF! Atsumu who spent the whole night just pleasing you not giving a flying fuck abt his hard on

DILF! Atsumu loves seeing you in white

DILF! Atsumu who had to pay his brother to not make you uncomfortable by asking abt your relationship at work

DILF! Atsumu who told osamu's kids to call you aunt y/n

DILF! Atsumu who had a soft spot of you and opened up about his dreams of always having children

DILF! Atsumu who finally got to put his dick in you on his 48th birthday and came like a virgin

DILF! Atsumu who models with you for magazines with your face hidden from the public

DILF! Atsumu who lets you and your best girl friend fuck as long as he gets to watch

DILF! Atsumu who got to hold his set of twins when he turned 49

DILF! Atsumu who purposefully wears tight t-shirts while playing with the kids so you see him as daddy and not just a dad

DILF! Atsumu with a super high libdo and accidentally gets you pregnant again

DILF! Atsumu who doesn't let you sleep in a separate bed even when you mad cuz he's absolutely smittin for you

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[beangfrisky]

round two

singledad!atsumu invites you to join him and his daughter for a tour of your new town when you're finally settled in next door. he and his baby girl sat down the night before and made a game plan of what all to do in crayons together.

singledad!atsumu knocks on your door with a coffee in hand just for you. he even remembered you like your lattes extra sweet which you only mentioned once in your first conversation over a week ago.

singledad!atsumu opens the passenger side door for you as his daughter leans up from the back seat to show you the map of town she drew. while he drives you hold out the crayon drawing in front of you and pretend to direct atsumu using your new map.

singledad!atsumu spends most of the day shooting not so sneaky glances your way. the stop of the tour involving ice cream was especially hard for him to keep his gaze away from your lips.

singledad!atsumu drops you off at your doorstep with a shopping bag full of touristy souvenirs and gifts from your day of adventure. with his daughter holding one hand, he uses his other to hold your jaw still as he leans in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

the blush he earned is more than enough to keep the smile on his face for a few days.

one three

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[luvingtsumu]

( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

after finding out about a ‘pheromones’ perfume thanks to tiktok, you decided to try it with your boyfriend, thinking it probably wouldn’t work. but it definitely did.

content— smut, established relationship, car sex, grinding, public sex, timeskip!atsumu, vaginal penetration, creampies.

author’s note— not my best work i think. and i should be sleeping. i have classes tomorrow. i rather die.

After a long day at work, you decided to go pick up your boyfriend after his night with the boy’s from his team. Around 10:00 pm you arrived to the location where he was, parking a few blocks away since there wasn’t any space close to the restaurant.

You looked down at your bag and remembered the perfume that you bought. A pheromone perfume that was supposed to attract your partner or something like that, you didn’t remember; a smile appeared on your face as you reached for it.

You had your doubts about the product, but you didn’t missed anything trying it, so that’s what you did, you applied the perfume and waited for Atsumu to arrive.

He got to the car after some minutes, opening the door and smiling as he saw you.

“Hey, doll.” he got into the passenger seat and threw his gym bag to the backseat before he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Hey.” you smiled when you felt his lips against your skin “How was your day?”

“It was goo—” he suddenly stopped talking, a confused frown on his face as he leaned in again “Good, it was good…”

You watched him lean into your neck, taking small sniffs; you chuckled “What?”

“I dunno, ya smell good…” he planted a kiss on your jaw, shifting on the seat so he could be as close to you as he could.

“Yeah? Is a new perfume I bought.” you felt him burying his face on your neck “You like it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” he took a deep breath and leaned back onto his seat, clearing his throat “It smells so good.” his hand went to your thigh, squeezing as many flesh fit on his palm.

You laughed “So, let’s go?” he nodded, keeping his eyes on you your lips.

“Ya look gorgeous today.” he mentioned before you could start the car “I mean, always, but today yer shinin’.”

He raised his hips to arrange himself on his seat before he leaned to your neck again “‘m sorry, but ya actually smell so good.” he groaned “What’s this?”

Your cheeks got warm as he left small kisses on your neck, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

“Oh god.” he whispered against your skin, nibbling softly.

“‘tsumu—” you felt him licking your neck “Ew!” you wrinkled your nose, placing your hand on his cheek to push his face away.

He let out a low chuckle as he got back into his seat, his hand went to grab the bulge on his pants, sighing.

“God, ya drive me crazy.” he mumbled, turning to look at you, his pupil dilated as ever, his pretty brow eyes now darkened by something you knew very well. Lust.

“What’s with you?” your lips curled up, your lower lip going in between your teeth.

“‘m goin’ crazy fer ya.” he smirked “Ya smell so good.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s somethin’.” he grabbed your cheek and pulled you towards him “Doll, ya have no idea how hard I am.” he brushed his lips against yours.

He gently took your hand, moving it towards his pants, making you palm him over his clothes.

“You’re shameless, ‘tsumu.” you sighed against his lips, your eyes going from his face to see your own hand grabbing his erect cock under his clothes.

“‘m weak, my love. ‘m just a boy ‘nd yer a gorgeous woman.” he smiled “Ya smell fuckin’ good.” he mumbled before his lips crashed into yours.

You kissed him back, how could you deny him that?

He let free your hand, his other hand going to raise your skirt, reaching for your clit over your panties, making you gasp as you separated from the kiss.

“Atsumu.” you looked at him, scolding him with your eyes, knowing he couldn’t care less.

“Yer doin’ things to me, can’t blame me.” he leaned in and kissed the exposed skin from your shoulders “I can’t wait ‘till we get home…”

You gulped, feeling your own warmth grow in between your legs. Usually he had more self control, and he was aware he couldn’t fuck you in public, even if he wanted to— many times. But right now it looked like he didn’t cared at all.

“You’re not thinking about doing it here, are you?”

“I can’t help it.” he removed his hand from your thighs and raised his head to look at you in the eyes.

He sat straight on his seat, moving it back, creating more room in the car “Yer in or out?” he looked at you with a soft look and his lips curled.

You started this, you couldn’t complain now.

“I hate it when you look at me like that.” you said before jumping onto his lap “I can’t resist you.”

A moan escaped his lips when your legs wrapped around him, his hands going to your hips before they traveled down, gripping your butt.

“God, yer so beautiful.” he muttered as he began to grind against you, groaning.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and started moving your hips too, matching his.

He buried his face on your neck again, breathing all your delicious scent as he began to trail down your neck with sloppy open-mouthed kisses before gently nibbling on it.

“Yer so pretty...So irresistible.” he cooed, letting out a long sigh.

Soft moans escaped your lips as his throbbing cock pushed on your clit over the layers of clothing, he pushed his hips up making you bite your lips in pleasure.

You could cum from this, and to be honest he could too. You were driving him insane and if he didn’t went inside of you he might just ruin his favorite shorts.

“Fuck, baby, just want to fuck ya.” he groaned, raising his hips before quickly taking down his shorts, a big bulge on his tight underwear.

You sighed and he laughed softly “Gettin’ hungry? Yer lookin’ at my dick as if ya didn’t had it inside of ya yesterday.” he smirked, taking off his underwear.

“Oh, you’re not the one to talk, ‘tsumu.” you rolled your eyes, he bit his lip.

“Yer so damn right.” he pushed your skirt up until his hand reached your panties, he moved them aside and ran one finger through your pussy “So wet.” he mumbled, feeling himself getting harder.

You were gonna open your mouth to tell him to shut up when so suddenly you felt all his length going inside of you in one go.

“Shit!” you whined, your head falling on his shoulder.

“‘m sorry, doll, sorry.” he rubbed your back before he started pushing inside of you, desperately searching for your warmth.

His hand wrapped around your hair, stroking it and pulling it back, making you expose your neck so he could bury himself on it.

He bit and sucked your skin, wanting to leave marks everywhere possible. You smelled so good, it was intoxicating and it was driving him crazy.

His thrusts were fast but they never failed to reach the best places. Usually he took his time teasing you, but right now it seemed like all his self control had disappeared.

“Fuck. Ya have no idea of how much I love ya.” he whimpered, his pace only getting faster, your skins clapping against each other.

You felt his teeth dig on that soft spot where your neck and shoulders connected, you moaned embarrassingly loudly, and hoped no one heard you.

The car seat squeaked under you, but you couldn’t hear it over Atsumu’s grunts and moans.

“My god, ‘tsumu.” you moaned, gripping his shoulders.

“Yes. Keep sayin’ my name like that.” he groaned, his movements became more urgent “‘m just there, doll, wait for me.”

You felt your own orgasm building up, and Atsumu had stopped kissing your skin long ago, he was just buried on your neck, panting as he pounded into you.

“Say that ya love me.” he mumbled, barely hearable “Please.”

“I love you, ‘tsumu.” you moaned, hand wrapping around his blonde locks of hair “I love you so much.”

He moaned out loud, gripping your waist hard enough to probably leave a bruise “‘m gonna cum inside ya, baby. Yeah. Fill ya up? Yer gonna look so pretty drippin’ with my cum, don’t ya think?”

You nodded frenetically, but you weren’t even sure if he saw you or felt you nodding.

His teeth dug onto your skin as he came inside of you, rubbing your clit to make sure you came too.

Both of you were panting, quietly enjoying of each other’s warmth. Atsumu rubbed circles on your back and planted kisses on your neck murmuring about how much he love you and how good you smelled.

God bless that perfume.

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[moechies]

tsumu - nii ❤︎ cw cest

“s-s so creamy, ‘tsumu-nii.”

“yeah? you like it ?”

“mm . .”

you slobber around the tip of atsumu’s cock, strings of spit dribbling down the heavy shaft. one hand wraps around his heavy base , the other around his blushed tip accompanying your mouth.

you’re crouched in between his spread legs , only seconds ago when you had asked your nii-chan for something unfamiliar .

₊˚⊹ ❤︎

“can i suck your cock, nii-nii ? please !”

“no honey. y’gonna hurt yourself, you don’t know how t’do it. next time , okay?”

“but— “ you protest with a petulant whine.

“i said no. y’really need nii-nii to repeat himself?”

“i’m sorry nii-nii..” you mewl.

he’s so mean. you had only wanted to help , since he had complained about the raging hard-on he seemingly couldn’t get rid of , struggling and squirming in his spot on the couch. frankly, it was bothering you too.

you just want what’s best for your nii-chan.

you lean against his chest, his arms enveloping the small of your body , but he feels a tiny pang in his heart as he watches you pout, upset at his rejection.

he sighs and you look up, “okay fine. wanna try sucking nii-chan’s cock then?”

he swears he sees your eyes light up.

❤︎ ⊹˚₊

“n-nii nii, i really like it.”

“y’makin’ nii-chan feel so good baby. don’t hurt yourself now.”

“won’t..” you whine at his constant reminders.

you kiss against his tip, tasting his creamy pre on the plush of your lips. you have yet to take him down your throat without instruction ; you know he was likely to scold you if you had.

he runs his fingers through the soft of your hair , soft pats to the top of your head.

“gorgeous sis.”

you blush at the compliment , eager for more. you place the tip of his shaft against your tongue , soft suckles to the sensitive tip.

“ah.. shit . ‘s perfect for nii-nii.”

you rub your thighs together when he grunts , hand crawling back into the bed of your hair with a gentle tug.

“wanna learn how t’make nii-chan feel even better ?”

#eeeek #i miss haikyuu days sm :( #saw a panel of him shutting up a crowd w his fist #i know the format is probably so ugly on other devices #but it’s so cute on my phone </3 #atsumu miya x you #hq atsumu #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x y/n #tw.incest #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

[tvhsleb3ww]

MIYA ATSUMU X INTERVIEWER! READER

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"miya-san! you did amazing today, would you mind to share your thoughts on your exceptional play today?"

you asked with a smile so fake evident on your face as you see your husband biting his bottom lip to avoid laughing at you. he then walks closer to you and leans down to where your hand held the microphone.

"why thank you, ms interviewer. i always appreciate' some lovin' comments from a pretty lady like ya"

he flirts shamelessly as he gives you a wink, making your cheeks tint red. the live broadcast your company was streaming had the viewers coming in a crazy amount. maybe it was the miya atsumu effect.

"as for yer question, i think i did pretty well today because i had some extra exercise last night"

he then looks at the camera with a smug and confident smirk that he always wears. his hands rest on his hips as he then looks at you to see your flustered face as you recalled last night's activities.

startled, you quickly changed the topic

"ah that's good to hear! are you looking forward to competing in the olympics soon?"

he brings a hand to his chin as he thinks.

"of course i am! i gotta perform well because someone special ta me is watchin', yknow?"

he winks at you as you laughed awkwardly. the cameraman then informs that there are 5 seconds left to stream.

"well, that has been miya atsumu from the msby black jackals everyone! see you next time!"

the cameraman then stops recording, giving you a thumbs up. you let out a huff of relief as you glared at atsumu.

"extra exercise? real funny, tsum"

you glared daggers at him and he just chuckled.

"whaaat? i was bein' honest ya know"

he chuckles and runs his hand through his hair. you crossed your arms and shook your head. he then leans down to your height to whisper something into your ear.

"lunch with me? there's this cool place i think ya'd love"

he gives you his signature lazy grin, you smiled before nodding. he then stands up straight.

"see ya then, sweetcheeks"

you laughed at the nickname as he blows you a kiss and walks away to the locker room.

#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyu x reader #atsumu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #hq x y/n #hq x you

[missmeinyourbones]

CLEAN ME UP 

c/w: established relationship, hurt/comfort, light mentions of blood and injury, atsumu lowkey gets his ass beat </3 but he is so sweet

Atsumu sits crisscrossed on the floor of your bathroom with a tender black eye and a busted lip—and though this should be a rare thing, you need all five fingers to count the number of times you’ve seen this film before.

The first two were ages ago, high school days when he and Osamu couldn’t stop themselves from throwing a punch or two over nothing at all. Their egos too big and brains too small, twice you'd gotten roped into their post-brawl aftercare. Another time it was a fight off the court, when a rival captain made a snide remark about his foul accent. The fourth, a drunken, immature mistake.

Tonight’s wounds are different. Because when Atsumu nonchalantly shows up black and blue at your door, he doesn’t tell you what happened. There’s no story attached to the bruises he bares, no lengthy explanations or excuses. And Atsumu is a lot of things, but speechless is never one of them. 

He looks childish, you think, the way his broad body folds itself into a tiny pretzel and hardly takes up a corner of your tiled floor. He’s oddly quiet, too. Sure, you heard his witty comments down the hallway about how you should see the other guy, but something’s still off. His eyes aren't lit with their usual flame of youth, pride. 

Only a few words are exchanged through the process of cleaning him up. Between wet washcloths and tiny sniffles, Atsumu fumes, You haven't asked enough questions yet, and it’s beginning to freak him out. He doesn't know whether or not he should be grateful or unsettled with your silence.

A frozen bag of vegetables presses against his left eyelid when you finally ask, "What the hell did you do this time?"

Atsumu smiles at the mere sound of your voice, an instant warmth against the burning ice on his body. "Why's it always my fault?"

You remove the bag from his brow to shoot him a look, that look. He knows better than to argue with that look. Arguing with that look gets him nothing but trouble and an achy back from a night on the couch. So, he diverts. 

"Nothing,” he sulks. “He started it, and—"

"—And you finished it, right?" 

Your words are meant to be sarcastic, at his dispense of how stupid he behaved, but Atsumu doesn't take them as such. Instead, at your interruption, he shoots you an earnest smile filled with satisfaction and dried blood stretched across his chapped lips.  

"See? So smart, baby." 

His hand rises to pet your chin but you lean back quick enough to dodge his caress. His eyes fall to the bag of vegetables that now sits by your lap. 

“Atsumu,” you try again, foreboding. 

He rolls his head back in a huff against the bench of the bathtub, and the ceramic feels warm against his neck compared to the still stinging chill on his eye. 

“What was I supposed to do? They were bein’ assholes.”

His whole team had gone out drinking tonight for a celebratory round or five, followed by a few days off. And as charming as Atsumu is, he does have his foes. People in the volleyball world he’s not the biggest fan of, for reasons he doesn’t seem to discuss with you. He likes to leave it at his good intuition, something you know he lacks.  

With the context clues provided, you can think of two or three people he’s implying. 

His reasoning is flawed, to say the least, but the way he says it has your heart breaking in the slightest. He avoids eye contact, as if he's embarrassed, dancing around the subject and wishing the ground to swallow him whole. 

His shyness has you trying a softer approach. 

“Everyone is an asshole,” you whisper, lightly returning pressure to his eye with the makeshift ice, “if punching assholes was reasonable, I’d do it all the time.”

Atsumu smiles a bit at that, but you catch how he winces slightly at the movement. 

“Yer so funny, baby,” he tries to trail off. “Funniest person I—”

“Miya,” comes his second warning, and by the look in your eye, he’s not brave enough to try for a third.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “but when yer a Miya, I’m playing that card on you, too. Y’know that, right?” 

You nod, and whether it's to his proposal or to encourage his words, you don't know. But it works, because Atsumu takes a deep breath and stares at the ceiling again. 

“This time was different, okay?”

His tone is eerily soft. One only you get the privilege of hearing, and not because it's out of love, but because it's out of hate. Something’s shaken him so bad, he’s almost been rendered speechless. 

“How was it different?”

“They were talking about you,” he shakily exhales. “Sayin’ stupid shit that isn’t true.”

Your heart softens as you do your best to keep a strong facade, but maybe Atsumu does have good intuition, as his hand squeezes yours through the quick moment of silence. 

“If it’s not true, then it shouldn't have mattered, right?” you try.

“No,” he’s quick to work himself up again, eyes finding yours. “Like hell was I gonna let ‘em keep talking about you like that, ‘specially when I’m right fuckin’ there.” 

Your fingers lightly skim his jaw, nowhere sensitive but he jumps all the same. You apply pressure to tilt his head, forcing him to find your gaze. He does.

“Do you want to tell me what they said?”

Atsumu gaze softens, and after a moment of thinking, he shakes his head. 

“No,” he decides, “I don’t.” 

His eyes fall to your lips and back up to your eyes. “Do you want to know?”

You smile at his sincerity. Atsumu, who you know to be just as sweet as he is boisterous, would tell you if you asked. He’d do anything you ask. But, you decide against it. 

“No. No, I don’t.” 

Atsumu exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he lets his head nuzzle against your palm. Contrary to the ice, it's warm and soft on his skin. He thinks it could heal wounds faster than any bag of broccoli ever could. 

“I trust you,” he hears you coo into his hairline, kisses now dancing along his forehead and jaw, “even if you do have the emotional intelligence of a middle school boy, sometimes.”

Astumu hmphs at your words, simultaneously agreeing and brushing you off. He doesn't care enough to bicker, right now. He doesn’t need to tell you about how the man from the bar was talking about you. About how easy you’d be to persuade into bed. About how you're just with Atsumu for his flashy perks and award winning smile. 

He doesn't need to because he knows they're wrong. Because they don't see these moments, when Atsumu sits on the ledge of your empty bathtub. With popped blood vessels and tender welts, those men don't melt beneath your careful fingertips or soothing pecks. 

He doesn't have to say anything, because you trust him. You trust Atsumu, and it's the one thing in this world he knows to be true. 

He lifts his head up from your hold to find your lips. 

“I jus’ love you,” he insists, lightly pressing himself to you with such caution, “so much.” 

And if there’s one thing in this world you know to be true, it's that Miya Atsumu loves you.   

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x you #atsumu angst #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu fluff #miya astumu angst #atsumu fic #miya atsumu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu atsumu

[kairismess]

HE MIGHT'VE ... MESSED UP.

🏐 genre: fluff !

🍰 summary: he might've pushed you a little over the edge, and when you gave him the silent treatment, he couldn't handle it. he's gonna make it up to you, somehow.

🍥 author's note: is this just an excuse to make an smau? yes no

atsumu miya

atsumu tends to be very annoying when you're ignoring him. you used to think he was aware on how clingy and irritating he can be in hope to get your attention, but no, you have a feeling that–with how much he's been blowing your notifs up, he's probably unaware of how insufferable his apology is. but in a way, it becomes a little... sweet. just a little bit.

fast forward to a few hours later, and he's at your doorstep with all your favorite foods. he calls you, and in a sweet (yet unbearably smug) voice, tells you, "see, sweetie? it's not easy to ignore me... now please don't ignore me ever again, i can't take it... and let me in, please? i wanna apologize! and maybe... make out with you as an apology?"

he's looking up at you with desperation in his brown orbs, with a smile that really hoped you'd let him in and correct his mistakes; and show you that he loves you too much to let you stay mad at him for so long.

tooru oikawa

oikawa isn't the best at communication, despite being so charismatic and able to charm so many of his fans, he has always been scared of losing you. he has had exes before, but he never wished to make one out of you; he loved you too much, he couldn't imagine his life before he met you anymore or had you as his own. hence, he did everything in his power to get you back... through messaging you desperately.

surprisingly, this worked.

and the next day, he was at your beck and call. he'd carry your bag and things for you, take you to your every class, compliment you here and there, treat you to your favorite snacks, buy you things to keep you from getting angry at him, and dedicating every serve at practice for you, despite the other guys on the team (specifically iwaizumi) wanting to punch him for indirectly showing off his lovely girlfriend.

but, no matter, as long as he fixed his mistake and made you happy again... he was okay with it all.

rintaro suna

this boy had a tendency to anger you, and being his girlfriend, you were basically forced to be the butt of all his teasing. one day, he went too far on accident, and you ignored him for almost a week. if this was anyone else, suna would just shrug it off and wait until they'd talk to him again.

but you weren't just anybody. you were the one to suna, even if he didn't show it–he loved you, and he missed having you by his side. he knew he needed to talk to you again, no matter how awkward it'd be.

and he did just that. he facetimed you in the middle of practice and apologized to you over the phone with his classic neutral face. but his tone was slightly different, it carried an air of genuine apology–and his eyes bore into yours, not tearing his eyes away from you for even a second.

he hopes he can be with you tomorrow at school, so he can admire all your beauty the next day. he'll cut back on the teasing, for now, he'll just compliment you and tell the truth: you're too gorgeous for him to handle (while showing you atsumu and osamu's latest brawl).

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[hikikaimar]

haikyuu boys bff hcs

atsumu, kenma, oikawa, nishinoya x reader

atsumu totally sends you pics of expensive ass rings all the time, and he’s like “i think this one would look good on u :)”. after the seventh time of him doing that you just text back “please stop walking in jewelry stores just to take pictures of the rings then walk out .”

kenma has yachi’s number for one reason and one reason only. she tells him whenever you want anything. then he’ll get it and when you’re like “who tf got this?? for me??” he acts like he has no clue. but he’s actually really happy because you’re happy.

oikawa does a skincare routine with you every sunday. he says it’s because he “has to look good for his fans”, but it’s really because he enjoys the way you tense up a bit when he gets a little too close so you can apply his clay face mask. 

nishinoya would randomly jump on you. like just straight up attack you at 15:02 on a saturday. he claims it’s out of love, but your (sore) body on the ground, trying to survive with him on top of you, says differently.

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[uravitypng]

atsumu is such a little shit, always flirting with you in public. that's what it looks like to others who look you way, with atsumu holding your hand and whispering in your ear making you flustered as you turn your head away as you get shy. i'm sure they're thinking "aww, what a cute couple."

they don't know that it's not so cute though. it's not what people would deem cute as atsumu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your soft waist pulling you closer and pressing your bodies together so you can feel how hard he is when you're spending too long talking to some other guy. it's his way to remind you that you're his, it's his way to say you better stop talking to this guy right now or he'll bend you over and fuck you in front of him.

it's not very cute as what he whispers to you are things he should definitely not be saying in public. "damn sweetheart, you look so hot in that dress, can't wait to fuck you in it later." it's hard to ignore the comment and try not to think about it. you're practically ignoring him completely so his teasing doesn't affect you as you're spending time with osamu and suna, but atsumu just ramps up his teasing, all while keeping a hand on your knee and softly stroking it, as you try not to shiver and give him the satisfaction of successfully breaking your composure. of course your idiot of a boyfriend would want to tease you in front of his brother.

"we've been here for ever, i think we should just go home so i can be in deep in your guts." ignore

"i love it when you have that little look of annoyance, especially directed at suna, it's s' hot. lets get ya angry so your actual thick accent comes through and you pout so pretty that i can't help but think about sticking my cock down your throat" ignore

"ya didn't do a very good at covering up those hickeys i gave you last night, didya want everyone to see?" ignore

atsumu's trails his hand up your body resting his hand on your lower thigh and tightens his grip. god you hope no one sees. ignore

he has the audacity to say "it's very hard to have a conversation with you sitting there like that" when you're doing absolutely nothing while he's been talking in your ear all day. ignore

"hhm, i guess this taste's nice but your pussy's tastes nicer" ignore. "do you wanna hop up on the table baby?" ignore "sweetest pussy i've ever had," ignore "fuck i'm getting so hard just thinking about it" IGNORE IGNORE IGNORE

you end up choking on your cake. atsumu just bursts out laughing. leading to osumu shouting at him about how he should treat his girlfriend better as suna pats your back and hands you water.

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[cottonlemonade]

That Time I Made My Brother Hide In The Bathroom To Talk To A Girl

word count: 876 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Atsumu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers

a/n: this is a continuation of How You Met but can be read as a standalone

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Atsumu was pouting.

Not only had he played one of the best games of his life when he spotted that cute chubby girl from the bus stop in the ranks but during a timeout he had snuck over to your stand and called over the cheering crowd if you‘d wanna grab dinner with him. And you got all bushy again and told him you‘d love to! (Actually, you had only nodded and mouthed “Okay“ but that was a technicality.)

And now this! During the fifth set Bokuto had stumbled when he landed after a spike and crashed into him. Long story short, Atsumu‘s arm was now in a sling and he was stuck in a stupid hospital on this stupid Saturday when he was supposed to wow you with his infinite charm tonight.

Wallowing in self-pity, he threw his head back on the pillow and groaned loudly.

A nurse opened the door, professional concern in her tone.

“Are you in pain, sir?“

“Physically or mentally?“, he asked, eyes still closed.

“Uhm… I see. Well, call if you need anything.“

And she left again.

He wanted to grab his phone to reread your (rather short) chat for the 6th time that day but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Well, ya look like crap.“

“Samu! What‘re ya doin‘ here?“

“I saw yer incredibly subtle Instagram story. How yer feelin‘?“

“Fine.“, Atsumu mumbled but pointed at his right arm, “Just sucks, ya know.“

Then he sniffed the air and his face brightened a little.

“Did ya bring me food?“

Osamu grinned and took off his backpack to produce mountains of Atsumu‘s favorites.

“Yer the best, thank you.“

But just as Osamu was setting up the little food tray next to his bed, Atsumu perked up.

Through the window of the door he spotted a cute chubby figure currently talking with the head nurse at the reception desk, a bundle in her hands that looked suspiciously like food.

“Ya gotta hide.“

Osamu frowned.

“What?“

“Quick, quick! Come on, hide!“

“Why, what‘s goin’ on?“

“Come on, I‘ll explain later. Hide in the bathroom or somethin’.“, Atsumu urged.

Osamu was way too used to his twin‘s antics to question it much further and so headed towards the ensuite but Atsumu hissed, “Take the food with ya, quickly!“

“Ya gotta be kiddin‘…“

But he picked up the tray and as instructed made his way to the bathroom. Not a second too soon.

Atsumu had just put on his best “beaten hero“ face, filled with sorrow and pain, when the door opened a third time and you stepped in. In the reflection of the window he saw how flushed your cheeks were and how awkwardly you held the bundle. You were just too cute. But he closed his eyes and took a deep theatrical breath before turning to face you.

“Oh, y/n. What are ya doing here?“

“I thought you must be disappointed that you couldn‘t finish the game yesterday and… yeah. Plus, we were supposed to see each other today. I‘m sorry if this is too forward, but I brought some food to help you recover.“

Beaten heroes didn‘t squeak. They didn‘t giggle, nor kick their feet.

Atsumu took a deep breath to compose himself. “No no, yer cute. - I mean, this is very sweet of ya, thanks. Have a seat.“

He nodded to the side of his bed.

“Do you have a tray somewhere?“, you asked, looking around.

“Uhm, no, I think the nurses took it after breakfast. A-and“, he added quickly because it looked like you were about to get up to ask for a new one, “I‘m sure I‘ll be fine without one.“

“Alright then.“, you opened the bundle to produce a large square lunch box. When you opened it, steam rose from the fluffy rice, packed neatly next to the eggroll with sausage, grilled meats, pickled vegetables and fruit.

“Looks delicious.“, he said excitedly and tried to pick up the chopsticks with his left hand. When that didn‘t quite work out he swapped to the spoon but even that he could tell must have looked very awkward.

“Could… ya help me out?“, he asked with a small smile and you nodded, taking the spoon from him and scooping up some rice, then adding some meat on top.

When you lifted it to his lips, your hand was shaking so much that it was difficult for him to catch, so he brought up his left and closed it around yours, to keep it steady. Making eye contact for absolutely no reason but his own personal entertainment of seeing you blush, he held your gaze as he closed his mouth around the bite.

“Oh wow.“, he said while chewing, cheeks puffed and eyes widened in surprise, “This is really good!“

You smiled brightly and relaxed, loading up the next spoon.

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Meanwhile

Osamu sat on the bathroom floor, working his way through the lavish meal he had prepared for his brother, trying not to gag when he heard Atsumu flirting up a storm in the next room.

At some point he got so bored that he swapped the contents of his brother‘s shampoo and shower gel, making a mental list of all the ways Atsumu owed him for this.

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✨ @coffeesncats ✨

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[foxhouse]

osamu ‼️💯

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[ilylovelyz]

papa!atsumu who proves time and time again that he's a huge sucker for his precious family.

the pregnancy of his girlfriend (you), was unplanned and somewhat expected, being atsumu have not been being safe with you for the past few weeks.

the two of you were young, barely even 25, you had thought that atsumu would be against it, wanting independence and that delicious feeling of no baggage.

and yet, when he found out you were pregnant, he was over the moon.

it was almost surprising, best care scenario was him saying, "oh cool," — you didn't expect him to scoop you into his arms bridal style and kiss you all over.

it seemed he loved the idea of being a father, and especially being the father to your children, his adorable highschool sweetheart.

he was quick to tell his brother first, and then the rest of his family, and whichever close friends he had, nonstop yapping about how he was gonna be a dad, and how he's gonna have such cute kids.

he immediately brings up the idea of getting married to you, it wasn't a foreign topic for the both of you, it was just something the two of you never got around to doing.

he didn't mind it he had to elope and have a small get together, he just wanted to see you have his last name, liking the way it rolled off his tongue, "miya y/n."

during your entire pregnancy, he was nonstop hovering and touching your stomach, getting excited whenever he felt the baby's kick.

it almost seemed he talked to the baby more than he talked to you at some point, either rambling on about his day or crap-talking his own brother.

it was almost refreshing, to see a new side of this once carefree guy.

now, he was wanting to spend more time with you at home, sometimes skipping practice just to be with you, saying that he'll just "practice from home."

he just wanted to lay his head into your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispered sweet nothings to your unborn baby.

it was almost endearing to see him become especially 10x more protective of you, giving a death glare to anyone that came too close to you. never failed to say how amazing you looked pregnant with his baby.

while he wasn't sure what he wanted to name the baby, he just knew he wanted it to sound "cool".

god, you wish you took a picture of the look on his face when you told him you weren't just having one baby, but two. you thought maybe that fact would get him scared, but once again, you were proven wrong.

"two for the price of one, how cool," he would say, his hand cradling his chin as he thought.

"atsumu, that's not how it works.."

he wanted both a girl and a boy, a girl because he liked the idea of a mini you, and a boy just so he would do "boy" things with.

he did look a little nervous when it was revealed you were having two girls instead.

your pregnancy cravings made him do a double-take, but he would always end up watching you with his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised with shock at whatever concoction you made.

he was almost late for the birth.

he frantically cursed at whoever was in his way while speeding on the way to the hospital, cursing the damn geezers who were still for some reason driving like they were in slow motion.

he felt really mad at himself for being late to the labor, kissing your sweaty forehead as he mumbled promises against your skin, promising to make it up to you later.

he was really supportive during the birth, his hand never leaving yours, yelling bouts of encouragement and never once complained when your grip became a little too tight for his liking because if anything, he was impressed at your strength.

he couldn't help but shed a tear or two when he first held his baby-girls.

how precious, maybe a little alien looking, but still precious.

he cursed to hell, cheekily making a comment about how someone must've been cutting onions.

absolutely adored his girls, showing them off to anyone who had working eyes. nothing made him happier than when they giggled at the silly faces he would make.

as they got older, their preference for their father showed greatly, and atsumu knew this very well, making a snide comment or two about how he was the "favorite".

the carefree man you once knew was gone, now being replaced with this protective and almost anxious guy who cried when his daughters first went to daycare.

your daughters for sure took after their father in many ways, as they somehow inherited their father's sassy attitude and confidence.

it never failed to make you laugh when atsumu was being mercilessly ganged up on by two toddlers, taunting him ruthlessly.

he'd try his best to counter their sassiness, but would ultimately find himself "wondering" where they got this attitude from.

oh, how he loved his daughters greatly, even when they were bullying him until he was red in the face, even when they were nasty and sick and borderline contagious with whatever illness they had.

he adored his daughters, never wanting to waste a single moment away from them. cuddle time was a special time to him, one on either side of him as they all drifted to sleep, disney movie long forgotten.

no, he'd never fail to say it, nor would he ever shy away from the fact that he's a proud father to his precious baby-girls.

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[cr4yolaas]

not strong enough — miya osamu

notes: based off of “not strong enough” by boygenius <3

tags: reverse comfort, cheating implications (no actual cheating), self-deprecation + jealousy (osamu), super heartfelt tho

osamu hadn’t been home lately.

the kitchen was devoid of heart and soul. gone was the warmth that seeped into the apartment at his presence, or the comfort that his voice provided as it wafted through the halls. you didn’t see nor feel him anymore, save for the few glimpses of him getting ready before the sun could even greet your windowsill.

miya osamu was disappearing from your life, and you could do nothing but prepare for it.

you instantly feared the worst — that he was planning to leave you, or that he was seeking solace in another, or anything else that involved him separating himself from the life he built in your shared home. and so, delusion after delusion fed into one another, thus leading to an overwhelming bubble of anxiety that infected every inch of your bones.

when you had finally seen him — not just witnessed his shadow in the darkness of a lonesome bedroom — he appeared as if he had just barely dragged himself home. his skin hung heavy under his eyes, his hair was oily and tousled, his hands seemingly obtained an impossible amount of callouses and burns and scratches. you did not say a word, fearful for his response. instead, you held him in your arms in the doorway as he collapsed to the floor, the buckle of his knees bringing you down with him.

you could hear the remnants of an apology muttered into your shirt (his shirt, truthfully).

“what was that, ‘samu?” you whispered, your voice barely reaching his ears.

he turned his head to look to the side with his cheek still firm on your shoulder. “don’t ya ever wish things were different?”

his voice was hoarse; it was littered with exhaustion and pain and misery that you could not begin to understand. his question nestled itself deep into your lungs. you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking.

“a life where you’re living comfortably … and you’re free to do whatever your want …” he began to trail off, his features lined with sleepiness. “didn’t ya ever want that?”

you began to rub circles around his back, which was damp from the sweat that accumulated beneath his work uniform. you were waiting patiently for him to say it — to tell you to go pursue greater things to conceal his desire to rid himself of you, or that he didn’t deserve you because he had committed an act of betrayal. but instead, he continued, “‘tsumu’s doing great things … ‘n he’s rich ‘n happy ‘n famous and so much more. but what about me? what have i done?”

his words dissipated gradually. the cracks in his voice exposed him quite easily, not to mention the teardrops staining your skin. “you’ve done more than enough for me, ‘samu. i’m sorry i didn’t make you feel that way.” your boyfriend only gripped onto your harder, as if he were scared you would melt away if he didn’t.

“i jus’ wanna make you happy. i’m not sure if my job can even do that,” he muttered. “i’m trying to work harder at the shop, but i’m scared it isn’t enough.”

if it were situationally acceptable, you would have heaved a heavy sigh of relief. but it was not — so instead, you began to hold him impossibly tighter. “you don’t need to work so hard for me to love n’ appreciate you. everything about you is enough to make me happy,” you spoke softly to him. “as long as you’re by my side, i’m happy.”

miya osamu, despite his intricacies, was a delicate man at heart. that night, as you held him at the front door, the porcelain shell concealing his truest soul had shattered.

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