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flycloudddd · 27 minutes ago
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hey peeps I am back!!
slytherin samu inspired by this beautiful fic by @samuslut <333 I hope you don’t mind!!
ahhh I missed drawing hq so much since I was really busy with drawing my university shit
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athenarosaline · 40 minutes ago
☀︎︎ Ch.16 ☀︎︎
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𝐾𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑣𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠
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• Aran facetimed y/n later that night but instead of adding Atsumu to the call, he added Osamu. Declining the false blonde’s call almost every 5min, claming that “the adults are talking”
• The fact that Yachi & Suna didn’t know about the group hang out thats happening on friday was a little bit sus. y/n couldn’t help but feel a tad bit skeptical of the twin’s behaviour. She knows she can trust Yachi & Suna but who knows with the twins? could she even trust Aran too?
y/n decides not to mention her two friends on the call with the boys, because maybe they haven’t mentioned it to them yet and it’s not actually as deep as it is? yeah, that’s probably it.
• “can i post this?” Kuroo asked. “Don’t it seem a lil too couple like? it’s cute tho—“ “it’s fine i reckon! and your legs look so good” “ok post it then, lets just hope Akaashi doesn’t recognise me” you joked.
“your face isn’t even in the picture babe, how would he possibly know it’s you?”
🌷 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @itoshibaby @oikawasbuttcheeks @babyshoyo @koolaidkoolykid @bongofrito @myanxietyandme7 @underratedmage @babiiey @moremilkforkags @freyafolkvangr @ctrlstar @asahiswrld @chai-tea-isnt-real @darlingkuroo @bestgirlb @rinsangel @kenma-supermacy @sumebreaks @sunaispretty @kowalsqq @scarymucci @tycrackculture @kuroohoeee @schleepyflocci @art-junkie-13
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hoodsokka · 59 minutes ago
Haikyuu boys in middle school:
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includes: Atsumu, Bokuto and Kuroo
warnings: none
a/n: having fun writing the haikyuu boys in middle school so this is how I think they would act as thirteen-year-old boys
more haikyuu!: ❀
© ʜᴏᴏᴅꜱᴏᴋᴋᴀ [ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ]
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- Atsumu seems like the 13-year-old boy who was obsessed with going to the skate park and anything from Vans
- he probably went to every Future or Drake concert without listening to any of their music (he only wen to concerts for the merch)
- he went up to people and moaned in their ears
- he was definitely friends with highschoolers and went to high school parties
- I feel like he would try to blackmail Osamu to stop his brother from snitching on him
- But Osamu didn't care and would tell their parents about the parties
- this boy would have an entire kitchen in his backpack
- and he would arrange all the food on his desk and devour it all in under ten minutes
- he would be out here doing a mukbang instead of math
- never paid attention in class like he just couldn't
- he has the attention span of a goldfish and he got distracted if someone even dropped their pencil on the floor
- he would walk around the school with a volleyball always in his hand  
- he would be friends with everyone in the class and talk to them in the middle of a lesson from across the room
- he was popular but not too popular but had enough friends
- the smart kid
- he always had the answer to everything
- but at the same time, he had one brain cell
- he would take a ten-minute break in class to make jokes and throw things around
- I just know he went around slapping his friend's asses
- called everyone "Bro"
- probably had a meme page
- also carried a volleyball with him at all times so people would know he played
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saffron-nova21 · an hour ago
Ice Cream Dates Pt. 2
Remember Me Masterlist
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Warnings: Mentions of fighting with family members, mentions of feeling inferior to your brother, mentions of favoritism,
"Rintarō, if you don't give me back my ice cream, we're going to have issues." You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest.
It was far too cold for you both to be out, in reality. You both should be inside, in one of your beds, surrounded by warm covers and pillows. Though, you couldn't resist the calling of your sweet tooth and Suna couldn't resist the smile you flashes him when you wanted to convince him to do something. So here you both were, shaking like leaves every time a slight breeze swept over the both of you, at two in the morning.
And there your boyfriend gives you that stupid, stupid lopsided grin of his and you can only imagine what he has planned. "Oh yeah? What kind of issues?"
Letting a deep sigh escape your lungs, you find yourself smiling, despite your feigned annoyance in your boyfriend. It was so far to keep a smile from your lips when gave you that grin of his. "Shut up, you're such an idiot."
"An idiot that your dumbass fell in love with," poking your cheek with the ice cream-filled spoon, he smears the frozen dessert across your cheek, eliciting a gasp from you.
You bring your hands up to grasp the napkins that you'd shoved in Rintarō's sweater pockets, quickly wiping it off of your cheek, all while the male in question snickers at you.
"You're such an asshole, Rin," you flip him off whilst taking your ice cream back, sticking your tongue out at him as you take a bite of the dessert, enjoying the moment. That was until Rintarō decided he wanted you in his arms, reaching for you and easily pulling you into his grasp.
With your back pressed against his chest, you're enveloped in not only his arms but also the natural warmth of his body. His lips brush your ear, warm breath trailing down your spine and making you shiver. "Like I said, an asshole you're in love with," his teeth nip at your ear, causing you to shiver, once again.
"Shove it." You manage to shove him off, a playful smile flitting across your lips... Well, the smile stays, until your phone begins to ring, your happy expression quickly falling. You didn't have to look at your phone to know who was calling.
Seeing the shift in your demeanor, Rintarō sighs, "You two are fighting again?"
With a scoff, you glance at your boyfriend, "Don't tell me that you're going to take his side in this." When met with silence, you continue, pushing your boyfriend away from you and taking a step back so you can look at him, "Look, I'm not in the mood for a lecture from you too, Rintarō. Every damn time anything happens between me and my family, everyone is involved. Aran, the twins, Hitoshi... Everyone acts like it's their business, and to pile on more, everyone acts like it's my fault, every time.
"I know I'm not perfect, okay? I know I don't even have a definite position on the team, because yeah, I can play almost all of them, but I'm not exceptional at any particular one. I know no one is going to choose me over anyone else on the team. I know that no one is going to choose me, out of a lineup of good-looking people. I know that. But don't tell me that now, after I finally think someone did choose me, over my brother, you're going to change your mind."
Maybe you sounded dramatic, though to be fair... It was how you felt in the situation. Everyone always chose Shinsuke over you. In every team, when you both were growing up. Your grandmother always chose his side, in arguments. Even the team you were on now, with some of the people you trusted most, you still felt like you were in Shinsuke's shadow. And you hated the feeling.
Because maybe you weren't the most talented at volleyball. But you were a damn good and hard-working player.
Maybe you weren't the most attractive person in the world. But you knew damn well that you were, indeed, attractive, nonetheless.
You were just as good as Shinsuke and you deserved to be treated that way. You'd thought Rintarō, if all people, would see that.
After a moment, Rintarō raises his eyebrows, "Are you done?" He asks, "Or do you need to get the rest out, as well?"
Letting out a quiet breath, you size him up, before shaking your head, "I'm done."
"Good." Rintarō, once again, pulls you into his arms and puts his chin on your head. "Because you know I'm always on your side... Do you want to talk about it, or go back to my place?"
"I just don't want to go home."
Nodding, he moves away from you, wrapping his arm around you. "I'll text him to let him know that you're safe and you're with me, so you don't have to. But we're going to talk about this in the morning."
Rolling your eyes, you nod, "My prince charming. Of course." You plant a kiss on his cheek, leaning your head against his shoulder. "You'll really always be on my side?"
"Of course," though his face didn't change much, his eyes flickered to yours, the same warm, found look that he always held when he was around you, shining in them. "And I'll say it as many times as you need, you know. I don't think of you as my Captain's sister. I think of you as my lover and as an individual. I'm not comparing you to anyone, but even if I did, you would be second to no one."
He wasn't always good with words, but sometimes, he knew just what to say to warm your heart, to remind you why he was your boyfriend in the first place.
And thanks to him, eventually, your phone stopped ringing and you were able to fall asleep, knowing that you weren't the only one who knew your importance.
Kita was always your parents' favorite, as well. He was the quiet, easy baby, and you... Wanted to be just as loved as he was, but nothing you did was ever enough for them. And even living with your grandmother now, you struggle to be 'good enough'
Of course, you know your own worth. You are a wonderful person who deserves to know how amazing you are, whether or not other people can see it.
Suna knows you struggle to be 'good enough' in other people, though he makes sure you know that you never have to do anything more than be yourself for him to love you.
Sigh... Let's hope this posts... And let's also hope it's good. It's not my best work, but I promise that the story will get better from here. Anyways, I hope you're all having a wonderful day and staying safe.
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Remember Me Taglist:
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saffron-nova21 · an hour ago
I. Ice Cream Dates Pt. 1
Remember Me Masterlist
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Warnings: Strong Language, slightly OOC Kita
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Kita Shinsuke said some... Rather hurtful things, during a fight, earlier, that will be disclosed later.
Suna ignored his texts, too, knowing Shinsuke was just being nosy.
Shinsuke has a tendency of doing things that hurt you (even if he doesn't mean to, he just doesn't quite realize the impact of his words), so this isn't really anything new.
??? I hope this actually publishes this time? I had to shorten it, because it wouldn't publish all weekend, but no worries, chapters in the future will be longer and more in-depth. Not to mention, I'm attempting to post a written chapter as we speak, but I'm not sure if it will or not. The WiFi's been weird this weekend.
Anyways, though, I hope you all enjoyed and are staying safe, this weekend and through this week! 🤍 Stay hydrated and don't forget to eat!
General Taglist:
@kookie-doughs @halesandy @ermahgerd-larry-and-ziam @its-the-aerieljeane @onlyonew @kac-chowsballs @saltylettuce @thathoneybee3 @daninaninani @akkeyomi @vintagexparker @fucktheworlddude
Remember Me Taglist:
@javj @ash-levi @babyshoyo @hiraeth-z @random-fandom-girl-24 @kodzuklutz @tsukkiswifeey @thollandx @pandauniverse @starylust @calumsfringe
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tsumussweetheart · an hour ago
ft: Iwaizumi, Atsumu, Aone & Osamu !
warnings: use of the word baby & baby girl. babies screaming
lil’ note: iwaizumis is kinda long, oops😔☝️
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Iwaizumi squatted down, amused at the sight of his baby girl's wide eyes peering back at him. “Hey, baby...”
His daughter was currently strapped to Iwaizumi's chest in a baby carrier, watching her father work out.
Since she awoke at the crack of dawn for whatever reason, he had made it a daily routine to take his daughter to workout with him.
His daughter concentrated on the mirror in front of them, babbling as Iwaizumi squatted skillfully.
“Push-ups next, princess,” he exhaled deeply, before smiling down at her.
Iwaizumi gently lifted her from the carrier and sat her on a blanket, laying next to her not too long after.
She sat and watched as her father began doing push-ups, gurgling everytime he grunted, as though she was trying to imitate his sounds.
“You trying to copy me, huh?” he joked. His daughter gurgled once more, which made him chuckle.
As Iwaizumi neared the end of his push-ups, his daughter crawled towards him, tugging at his hair, which made him grunt.
Her small hand was placed on his much larger one, his ear filling with the sound of her babbling. Iwaizumi grinned and kissed her forehead as he went down.
From then on, he kissed her forehead obnoxiously every time he went down, making the baby scream happily.
“We’re done for today, princess.” After finishing his last push-up, scooping his daughter into his arms.
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One of Atsumu’s daughters stared silently at the tv with large eyes, while the other tugged at his sweatpants, making atsumu chuckle and rub her head.
He wasn’t expecting his daughter whose eyes were glued on the tv, to suddenly scream at the sight of her father. “Jeez baby, coulda warned me before that..”
She bounced happily on his lap as she watched him play, babbling loudly when a raven-haired male spiked the ball he had set. “That’s Omi, sweetheart. Told ya about him before.”
The baby who was currently gnawing on his sweatpants turned her attention towards the tv, beginning to babble when she noticed her father. “Uh-huh, that’s daddy!”
She gurgled and raised her arms in front of him. He quickly picked her up, kissing her chubby cheek and pointing out his plays to his daughters.
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Aone stared at his crying baby with a frown on his face, unsure why she was crying.
He gently picked her up, laid her head on his shoulder, and began rubbing her back with his palm before resting in the rocking chair next to her crib.
When the baby quieted down, Aone moved her in front of him to see if she had stopped crying.
She stared at him with wide eyes, a small smile forming on her lips a few seconds later. She parted her lips and began to blabber nonsense, making Aone smile.
“Glad you’re feeling better, love..” he mumbled, gently caressing her head and beginning to rock back and forth.
She leaned into her father's embrace, blinking sleepily. At the heartwarming action, Aone was on the verge of tears, caressing her little forehead carefully
He took the pacifier from her changing table and gently placed it to her lips, smiling softly as she began sucking on it and completely closed her eyes.
“Sweet dreams, my love..”
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Osamu’s daughter was currently watching her father cook, beginning to flail her arms happily when he looked over at her.
Osamu smiled as she babbled and fed her a spoonful of her food, which she ate happily.
He returned his focus to the food he was preparing, his daughters babbling becoming increasingly louder.
“What’s up, babygirl?” Osamu questioned, his gaze falling on her.
“You wanna go up?” As soon as Osamu asked, his daughter began to scream in delight, making him cringe and hoist her up. “Alright, alright..”
She gurgled and curled up in her father’s arm, watching as he cooked, her eyes lightning up as the pan sizzled.
He grinned as he watched his daughter, who would periodically babble as though she was giving him feedback.
Osamu’s eyes widened when her little hand stretched towards the hot surface, his hand pulling her hand away. “No sweetheart,” she pouted and looked up at him
Her bottom lip wobbled as she whined. “Ya want ‘t help me out, baby?” He asked as he removed the pan from the skillet and turned his full attention to his daughter.
Her eyes widened as he sat her onto the counter, handing her a bottle of spices. She attempted to put the bottle in her mouth, which caused Osamu to groan and take it.
“Thank ya, princess,” he mumbled, taking the bottle and pretending to shake spices over his food. His daughter began to flail her arms, please she was able to “help” her father out.
Osamu kissed her chubby cheeks, smiling as she babbled. “Yer a natural pro, baby. I’ll have ya help me out more often, yeah?”
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nightmarepathic · an hour ago
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“i think you look beautiful in that dress.” osamu says, striding over to the mirror and guiding his hands up and down your waist. “in fact.” he leans to whisper in your ear, “you’d look better without it.”
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kiyownme · 2 hours ago
haikyuu boys + angry sex
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pairings: fem!reader (individually) with miya osamu, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu
warnings: edging, hair pulling, slight overstim, throat fucking
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he lets you do all the screaming, absolutely hates having to raise his voice and contribute to the argument, so he tries to be patient and let you get it all out, but sometimes you get too bold, take it a little too far for his liking, and he has to remind you of your place
“D-don’t have much ta say now, huh baby? J-just need me ta— f-fuck yer so tight— need m-me ta shut yer trap for ya, is that it?” Osamu grunts as he keeps his steady pace, drilling into your cunt while you claw into his back. The wall behind you is rough against the skin of your back, his body pressed against yours as he’d pinned you to it just moments ago to cut off your screaming. Your hands trail to his chest, wandering over his pecs as a thumb swipes over his nipple. With a growl, he pins your hands above your head, his pace getting faster, making you whimper against his mouth as he presses hot, open mouthed kisses to your lips. “That’s m-my job, baby,” he interrupts himself with a moan, hissing as he feels you clench on him. “Don’t ya start gettin’ bold on me, princess.” With a long, drawn out groan, he swipes his own thumb against your nipples while you clench down on him once more with a whine.
absolute brat tamer and we know it, he’s got little patience and you will do as he says. he lets you get your way for a short bit just so he has more of a reason to put you in your place, it makes it so much more satisfying for him when he’s got you pinned down and he’s teaching you a lesson
“You can take it, doll. You had so much to say earlier, now you gotta pay the price,” Iwaizumi groans as he thrusts into you, not stopping his pace even though this was your third time cumming. You’d cum twice on his fingers, but he’s yet to fuck you, and he’s not stopping till you’re a sobbing mess, creamed on his cock at least a few times. With a deep groan, he hits your spot over and over, quickening his pace as he gets closer. “F-fuck, stop squeezing so—ngh— h-hard, brat,” he pants, feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge. Slowly, he lets his pace die down, growling as he hears you whine when your orgasm dies down too. With grit teeth, he pants as he tries to calm his breathing, feeling his dick throb from his own approaching orgasm slowly fading before it came. “Shut up,” he tells you when you whine again. “Like I said, you can take it. And you will,” he growls into your ear before starting his punishing pace all over again.
has the shortest patience you’ve ever seen, he gets irritated so easily, and he’s gonna show you that if you wanna make him mad, you’re gonna have to let him get rid of all that pent up frustration, even if he has to use you for it
“Fuck, just— shit— j-just like that,” Sakusa groans, tugging you by your hair and forcing his member deeper into your mouth. He feels your tongue run down the prominent vein, and he throws his head back, moaning wildly as you continue to suck him off. He thrusts into your mouth, setting his own pace, watching with narrowed eyes as your nose touches his skin as you take every inch of his dick. “Y-you wanna— fuck I’m s-so close— you wanna m-make me mad? You’re gonna f-fix it too,” he says, letting out a loud grunt when your hand moves up to fondle with his balls, making him grit his teeth. “More, brat, I’m c-close.” With a series of curses, he lets out broken moans as he cums, chest heaving as spurts of cum fill your mouth, breath hitching when he feels you continue to suck him as he rides out his orgasm, dick becoming sensitive as you refuse to stop. With a tug of your hair, he pulls you off. “Your turn,” he growls.
he gets frustrated easily and you should know it, he’s another one with a very small level of patience, and he’s gonna make you forget why you were even angry with each other in the first place. very cocky about shutting you up
“That’s it, atta girl, j-just takin’ me so— oh sh-shit— so well,” Atsumu pants, pressing kisses to your collarbone, sucking on the skin until another mark starts to form, smirking at the littered hickeys on your skin. Quickening his pace, he brings you in for a kiss, swallowing your moans with his mouth. “Y-yer always yappin’ away, bet ya couldn’t even t-tell me why now, huh?” With a sharp thrust, he hits your spot, making you clench on him, letting out a strangled moan as he gives you a cocky grin, grabbing your face and tilting you to look at him. “Tell me who makes y-ya feel this way. Fuck— ‘m close,” he grunts. His hand travels down, rubbing circles onto your clit, bringing you closer to the edge, pounding into you as he feels his own orgasm approach him. “It’s me,” he growls, “I make y-ya feel this g-good.”
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once a brat, always a brat xoxo
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peroxxideprincessx · 2 hours ago
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Have some Haikyuu!! boy doodles!!
I just think they’re Neat ™
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smoochiesdiarie · 2 hours ago
1 & 4 from a24 w atsumu? :o good god fjsndkc
sorry babes i was playing a horror game w friends and i got distracted LMFAOO scared me out of my mind :///
prompts: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” + “You look just about good enough to eat.”
warnings: fem!reader, f. receiving, mentions of spanking/punishment, not really bratty reader more feisty, daddy, one spank!
a/n: ghostie, with all due respect, i dislike you (not really, atsumu is just….GAH) also sorry this took so long and double sorry bc i reworded the prompts just a tad so they would flow better with the scenario i thought up!!
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he had been teasing you all night, flirty words spoken right against your ear, gentle touches that left your skin hot, eyes that seemed to undress you from anywhere in the room, atsumu was acting like a down right fiend. “ya look so good doll, just about good enough to eat.” his breath fanning across the supple skin of your thighs, chaste kisses ghosting further up the skin.
you’re glaring down at him, back pressed against the mattress as your legs are spread wide to hold his body close to you, but your thighs attempting to squeeze around his head to keep him from staring. “stop it, ‘sembarrassing when you talk like that.” the hands resting near your sides coming up to shield your face from him.
“cmon baby, i know you like it when i talk to you like that, can see that pretty pussy clench around nothin’.” his mouth hovers over your clit as he speaks, tongue darting out to shyly lick at the sensitive nub. his lips wrapping around you, sucking and licking at the bundle of nerves.
“nghh god, yeah but you’re so annoying about it.” your hips raise off the bed, pushing yourself further against his mouth. his wet tongue circles around your clit, his arms draped over your thighs to keep you spread open for him. he scoffs against you at your whining, lips trailing away from you, placing open mouthed kisses where your thighs meet your torso.
“stop actin’ like a brat,” words mumbled into your soft skin as his mouth trails back down to your dripping core, “actin’ like i won’t spank you for bein’ mean to daddy.” eyes flitting up to yours as his face breaks out into a mischievous grin. his tongue peeks out to massage at your soft folds, the warm muscle dipping in between them to drink up your slick.
your back arches off the bed as you bite back a moan, “oh shut up.” face hot from the lewd sounds of him greedily eating you out. atsumu’s thick fingers come to spread your folds apart, a soft kiss placed against your clit before he plunges his index finger into your soft cunt.
“mouthy aren’t ‘cha? don’t think i’m kidding with you, baby. you think im someone that won’t punish ya?” his finger curls up inside you to play with the gummy spot that has your legs squeezing around him. his other hand landing a sharp slap on your outer thigh, fingers massaging the sting as he pulls your legs apart.
he pulls his finger out, adding another one as he slides them back in, “not gonna say it again, keep em open love.” hooded eyes meeting your gaze as he looks up from between your breasts.
“yes, daddy.”
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atsupup · 2 hours ago
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➵ CONTAINS. suna, miyas, sakusa
➵ WARNINGS. cheating, actually quite soft, stepcest tho 😰, pseudocest (father-in-law n daughter-in-law), age gaps, mrs miya cameo <3, daddy kink
➵ A/N. as self proclaimed dilf expert,, um here u go,, ignore spelling mistakes I can’t fkn spell m so sorry this is awful 😮‍💨
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“hi, daddy,” you chirp over the phone, “i know you said not to call today, but i just wanted to say happy father’s day.”
rintarō worries his bottom lip, glances over at the table his little family of four is seated at, making sure none of them are close enough to hear the exchange. “hi, baby, i’m out right now. i can’t take—“
“daddy, it’s okay.” you cut him off, “just check your texts, yeah? it’s my present.” you smack your lips to imitate a kiss, “love you, daddy. i’ll let you go now.”
he’s honestly surprised you’re not throwing a fit, at first you had been crying, sobbing and throwing a tantrum. taking his place back at the table, rintarō opens up the message you’ve sent him as his wife orders food for the table.
fuck. it’s you in his favourite set. rintarō’s jeans get a little tighter. mesh and lace do a shit job at hiding your tits from his view, skimpy but tasteful, just how he likes it. now rintarō has to sit through a dinner with his family, cock hard and throbbing as he clenches his jaw and tries to focus on his wife’s constant chatter. god, next father’s day, he’ll come up with some shitty excuse to escape the family dinner.
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as a present atsumu gets to have you all to himself for a night. babysitter turned play toy. you, his little pet. “happy father’s day, daddy.” you coo, “i promise i’ll give you a good present.”
his present is you in every position possible, tight cunt milking his cock all night. his present is you jerking his cock until he spurts cum all over your tits. “treatin’ me so well, angel.” atsumu hums, crawling between your thighs, stubble scratching your soft skin. “can ya let daddy please you?”
you’re hesitant, petulant pout fixed on your face. tonight is about daddy, mrs miya had said. gotta let him use you as he wants, let him be as rough as wants. fuck your throat and pussy raw. “no, daddy. ‘m wanna make you feel good, daddy.”
“come on, angel, i just wanna taste ya.” atsumu begs, gazing up at you with eyes that drip honey and golden syrup. he’s so good at making you pliant.
“daddy,” you whine, “don’t look at me like that.” the way you spread your legs to accommodate his large frame is a sign that atsumu is allowed to do as he wants.
“thank ya, baby.” he chuckles at the sour expression you give him, “promise this is all i want, just wanna taste ya.”
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“come on, baby. let daddy do it.” osamu pleads, jutting out his lower lip when you shake your head and squirm.
“no, daddy, ‘s naughty.” you haven’t even let your husband anywhere near your ass, and while you trust your father-in-law much more, your precious daddy; it’s still so scary.
“listen here, doll, daddy won’t let it hurt. daddy will make it feel real good, yeah? daddy would never hurt ya.” he coos, and his coaxing is enough to have you agreeing.
the first few inches is too much, you struggle to breathe and the stretch is so painful. he distracts you with a thumb on your clit and sweet kisses pressed to the side of your face. “my good girl, takin’ daddy’s cock like a good girl.” your little ass flutters around his dick, squeezing him so tight, so much tighter than your pussy. so much tighter.
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“sorry i won’t be home for dinner, honey. treat omi well today, yeah? get along for me.” your mother kisses your head and her husband’s cheek before she’s out the door.
you’re alone. with your step-father. a man you’re supposed to hate. in front of your mother that is. when she’s away? you can’t keep your hands off of him. tall, dark and handsome. salt and pepper curls, a smile he only shows to you and crows feet and smile lines etched into his porcelain skin.
“I’ll treat you very well, daddy.” you coo, engulfing his cock between your tits and suckling on the tip each time it bumps your lips that shine with spit and his pre-cum.
“such a good girl,” kiyoomi hisses, throwing his head back when you dig your thumb into his slit, pumping him to completion and watching as he paints your little face white with his cum.
you always look so much prettier like this. he snaps a picture for good luck. forcing your mouth open and spitting on your tongue. swallowing it down, you smile at kiyoomi dopily, “happy father’s day, daddy.”
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keibby · 2 hours ago
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POV: he pulls the dead fish look before leaning in
for @u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum HAPPY BIRTHDAY REE!! hope ur day is wonderful and that this contributes to the flynntsumu rideya agenda ;) muah <33
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yourstarvic · 2 hours ago
You stared at your messy kitchen with a frown, seeing every inch was covered in flour and batter. Many thoughts ran through your head, thinking about how to get rid of the stains. You were so deep I thought, the smell of something burning made you look at the stove, seeing the pancake you were trying to make burn. You grabbed the handle of the pan, trying to flip the pancake as you flicked it. But sadly, you flicked the pan too hard, causing the pancake to fly and land on the kitchen floor.
Letting out a small whine as you stared at the pancake on the floor with a pout. With a defeated sigh, you place the pan back on the stove and turned it off. Taking a seat on the barstool next to the kitchen island, you stared at the one small perfect pancaked your made. “It looks so pretty,” You stared at it with a small smile dancing on your lips. “I hope it tastes good.”
Grabbing the fork and knife, you cut a small piece of the pancake. Your mouth water in anticipation as you slowly raised the piece to your mouth. Right when the pancake was about to enter your mouth, you heard someone calling out to you. “OI! (Y/n)! Ya hear?”
“I’m in the kitchen,” You yelled back, placing the fork that had the pancake back down.
“There ya are doll,” Atsumu strolled in, looking around with wide eyes. “What happened here?”
“I was trying to make breakfast…” You sighed. “But that doesn’t matter, why are you here? How did you get in?”
“I got a spare key,” Atsumu shrugged. “Anyone way, want to get brunch?”
“Yeah,” You smiled, getting off the chair. “Let me go change real quick.”
As you ran off to your room to go change, Atsumu eyes looked around at the mess. Seeing the pancake at the end of the fork, Atsumu grabbed it and put it in his mouth. Mic-chew, Atsumu gaged at the taste, going to the sink and spit out the piece. “The hell did she put in here?”
Looking at the bowl, he noticed you had all the ingredients around it. But one ingredient made Atsumu grabbed it and looked at it weirdly. “Did she put hot sauce in here?”
Shaking his head with a soft smile and a chuckle, Atsumu decides to help and tried to clean up the mess as he waited for you. He cleaned up most of the mess but didn’t finish when you came back in the kitchen fully dressed. “Did you clean up?” You asked as you looked around.
“Yeah, I-” Atsumu stopped mid-sentence as he looked at you in awe. “Wow, doll… You look good…”
“Yeah?” You smiled at him. “I have a meeting later.”
“You look good doll,” Atsumu smiled, his eyes scanning you as you walked up to him.
Clinging on his arm, you tugged him towards to entrance of your apartment, trying to hide the small heat to your cheeks. “Shut up and let’s go eat! I’m starving!”
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“I’m going to pay you back,” You told him as the two of you walked on the sidewalk.
“No ya not,” Atsumu smirked, looking down at you with his hands in his pockets and your arm looped through his.
“I will,” You said determinedly. As the two of you walked, the two of you continued to talk.
It’s been three months since you first talked to Atsumu at the bar. Six months since you made new friends and they accepted you warmly. You were so gracefully for meeting Atsumu and everyone else, meeting them was the greatest thing that ever happened to you. But of course, during those six months, Haru and Rieko always contacted you. Rieko trying to rub all the gifts Haru gave her and the wedding that is coming up in a few months.
Arriving at the building, you and Atsumu stopped as you unhooked your arm. “Thanks for walking with me.”
“No problem doll,” Atsumu hummed, narrowing his eyes at the building. “Isn’t this place…”
“It is,” You sighed, knowing where this was going. “I have a meeting with Mr. (L/n).”
“I see…” Atsumu nodded. Walking to the doors of the building, Atsumu opened the doors and motioned you to come in.
With a sigh, you shook your head with a smile as you walked through the open doors. Atsumu was quick to shot you a smirk as you walked by and followed you to the elevators. The elevator ride was quick, riding it all the way to the top floor.
Hearing the elevator ding, alerting the two of you reached the top floor, you and Atsumu walked out when the doors opened. As the two of you walked down the hallway, you turned a corner, bumping into someone.
“Watch where you going!” The women scoffed. “Honestly are you-(Y/n)!”
“Hello Rieko,” You gave the woman a polite smile.
“Are you surprising me at work?” Rieko smiled flirty as she looked at the man next to her. “I remember you… Your Miya Atsumu right? What is someone like you doing with something like her.”
“Something?” Atsumu raised an eyebrow at her.
“Someone, sorry,” Rieko giggled. “Been working so hard that I can mess up on words. I’m so quirky!”
“Aren’t ya going to be late to the meeting doll?” Atsumu looked down at you, ignoring her.
“I will be,” You looked at your watch and looked back up at him with a smile.
“Then lead the way-”
“Meeting?” Rieko interrupted, looking at you with a pout before smiling at Atsumu. “You have a meeting (Y/n)? That’s kinda weird since you don’t really know anything about business. You know… (Y/n) went to this gala and she was trying to impress someone and ended up embarrassing herself in front of the CEO… It was really embarrassing.”
“I think that was you,” You muttered, confused about why she was telling the story.
“No that was you,” Rieko said sternly before giggling. “But go on your so call…Meeting… I can take care of Atsumu!”
“Miya,” Atsumu gave her an annoyed stare. “You call me Miya. And I rather be with (Y/n) instead of being with something like you.”
Rieko laughed nervously, “Of course… Miya… Anyway, are you sure? I heard I made the best cup of-”
“Should we get going Atsumu?” You looked at him.
Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you and Atsumu walked past Rieko and ignored her, “Yeah let's go.”
The two of you giggled when you heard Rieko stomped her foot with a huff before walking away.
Arriving at the secretary's desk, the woman behind looked up from her computer and smiled at you. “(Y/n)!” She beamed. “So good to see you again!”
“It’s good to see you again too Levy,” You smiled at her.
“It’s been so long,” Levy whined. “Also…is that Miya Atsumu?”
“Sure is sweetheart,” Atsumu smirked, leaning against the desk.
“I’m guessing Yui told you?” You laughed.
She gave Atsumu a final scan, looking back at you, with a smile, “She did. But he’s kinda cute… not my type but he’s cute.”
“I like to think of him as a golden retriever,” You looked at Atsumu’s hair and back to her. You and her continue to talk about Atsumu as he looked between the two of you, confused about the type of attention he’s getting.
“Wait,” Atsumu paused the two of you. “Who Yui?”
“My assistant,” You told him. “You met her when you drop me at my old place for the first time. This is her girlfriend.”
“Anyway, your fath-,” She stopped, seeing you shaking your head slightly. “Your favorite drink is back.”
“My favorite drink is back?” You repeated her words, trying not to laugh at her cover-up.
“Yes…” She pursed her lips together. “But that’s not important…What is important is the meeting you have with Mr. (L/n). He should be in there, so you can go on ahead.”
“Thank you,” You smiled before turning to Atsumu. “You can wait here, it’ll be quick.”
“Sure thing doll,” Atsumu nodded as you walked into the office. Once you were in, Atsumu looked back at the secretary. “So does ya girl talk about (Y/n) talking about me?” He saw as she raised her hand and zipped her lips. “Cool…”
“Well, isn’t my lovely daughter,” Your father looks up at you as you walked to stand in front of his desk. “Why did you set up the meeting for?"
Sitting in one of the chairs, you smiled at him, “It’s about the offer…And, few other topics. We have a lot of things to talk about…”
“Rieko was right,” Atsumu heard a voice behind him. “What are you doing here?”
“Doll had a meeting,” Atsumu smirked as he turned around. “And I’m just joinin’ her.”
“Couldn’t you wait outside?” Haru scoffed. “And don’t call her that.”
“Call her what?” Atsumu tilts his head up to look down at him. “Doll? She likes the name.”
“Oh please,” Haru narrowed his eyes. “Like hell she does. I knew her long and know what she likes.”
“Then when ya two were still together,” Atsumu said slyly, “why did ya call baby if you knew she hates it?”
Haru's jaw clenched as Atsumu looked at him smugly. Grinding his teeth as he warned, “Stay away from her.”
Atsumu stayed silent, as Haru glared at him. Thinking he won the argument, Haru was about to take a step away but stopped when Atsumu laughed, “Nah.”
“Ya don’t have a say on who she can be with her,” Atsumu smiled, lowering his head a bit. “Ya nothing to her.”
“I’m her fiancé,” Haru sneered.
“I thought that Rieko chick was your fiancé now,” Atsumu said with a fake confusion.
“For now,” Haru glared. “But I am going to win her back.”
“Sure ya are,” Atsumu laughed with a smirk as Haru gave him a glare. Hearing the door open, everyone looked at it and saw you were coming out of the office with Mr. (L/n) followed behind you. Looking back at Haru, Atsumu sent him a smirk before going to you. You smiled at him as he walked towards you but it dropped to confusion when Atsumu wrapped one arm around your waist and bring you closer to him while his other hand went up to your jaw. “Play along,” Atsumu whispered before talking loudly. “How was your meeting doll? Ready to go home so I can make ya scream my name?”
“W-What?” You blinked at him, feeling the embarrassing heating on your face.
“Aw,” Atsumu looked over his shoulder to look at Haru who was fuming. Atsumu smirked at him before looking back at you said, “I already got you barely talking and all I’m doing is holding you.
“T-Tsumu,” You stuttered, “w-what are you…”
“Can I slap ya ass?” Atsumu whispered. “Ya can slap me back as payback.”
“Why?” You whispered back, putting her hands on his chest.
“To piss him off,” Atsumu nudged his head towards Haru.
Your eyes looked over his shoulder and saw how Haru was fuming, trying to hold back his rage. You let out a small groan, as you closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against his chest, feeling the repercussions. Weakly nodding your head, you agreed to him slapping your bottom, feeling at hard glare your father was throwing at Atsumu.
“Thanks, doll,” You felt Atsumu's chest vibrate and feel the smirk on his face. You felt Atsumu's hand on your waist went down to your bottom. You felt his hands disappeared before reappeared on your butt with a firm hit, making you jump at the contact. “Can’t wait to see ya ass bounce later,” Atsumu smirked with amusement. Taking his hand away from your face and bringing his other hand back to his waist, he smiled at your father. “Nice to see ya again Mr. (L/n), hoped the meeting went well.”
“We should go,” You told Atsumu, trying to avoid your father's glare at Atsumu and wanted to avoid him saying anything to the blonde. Pulling on his shoulder, you let out a small farewell as you avoid Haru's harsh glare and the secretary's laughter.
“Later!” Atsumu smiled at Haru as he walked by, enjoying his reaction. As the two of you were inside the elevator, Atsumu still had his arm around your waist as he beamed, “That went well.”
While you turned around to the wall behind you, slowly banging your head against it as you let out a whine. Looking at you confusingly, Atsumu asked, “What’s wrong?”
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“Do we really have to do this?” Atsumu whined as Bokuto hold his arms back.
On the other side of the Atsumu’s living room, Sakusa and Hana were giving you tips. “You got to aim for the cheek, but make it so your index finger slops clear of his ear.”
“And use your writing hand,” Hana smiled, “it’s more powerful.”
“Are ya serious,” Atsumu's eyes panicked, hearing the tips they were telling you.
“You did this to yourself,” Hinata told him, patting his shoulder.
“Okay I’m ready,” You smiled, walking to stand in front of Atsumu.
“Please be gentle,” Atsumu said weakly, slowing his eyes and looking at the side.
Everyone watched in suspense as you loosen your hand, ready to slap him. You slowly raised your hand up, eyeing his cheek as you were ready to slap him. Hana and Sakusa both smiled in enjoyment, waiting for him to be slapped. Bokuto closed his eyes and made sure to have a tight hold. Hinata cringed, waiting for the sound of your hand hitting his face. Atsumu's body tensed, waiting for it to come but it never came.
Lowering your hand, you shooked your head with a sigh, “I can’t do it…”
“What!” Hana and Sakusa gasped at you.
“I’ll feel bad…” You looked at them apologetically. “Let him go Bokuto.”
Atsumu laughed happily as Bokuto let him go, smiling at Sakusa and Hana, “And ya thought she was gonna-”
You slapped him a mid-sentence, not allowing him to finish talking. Atsumu's head quickly turned to the side as everyone gasped and cheered. You hold your hand close to you, soothing it with the other as the harsh sting traveled around your hand. You let out a small yell in pain as you slapped him which quickly turned into laughter. Atsumu hols his cheek, looking at it with wide eyes filled with betrayal. “Ya said you weren’t going to do it!”
“But it wouldn’t be as satisfying if you saw it coming,” You laughed, walking up to him and looked at his stinging cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Just need to ice it,” Atsumu laughed, “how’s ya hand?”
“Just need to ice it,” You smiled, inspecting his cheek, not noticing the soft look he gave you. As Hinata rushed to get something to ice your hand and Atsumu’s face, Bokuto and Hana were talking about how you slapped the blonde. The only one who did notice Atsumu’s soft look towards you was Sakusa.
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smolmo · 3 hours ago
Happy Birthday @u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum
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Atsumu tried not to make a ruckus in the kitchen despite the sleepiness dragging his limbs. At times like these, whenever he tried extra hard to be quiet in the kitchen, the noise, every little clitter, and clatter of plates and cutlery seemed amplified.
He had very often jammed the drawers of the kitchen into his hip. The kitchen of the rental house on the beach was foreign, and they tended to get stuck. Last night when the two of you had arrived and wanted to check out the facilities, you were not able to pull it open, and only thanks to his biceps workout routine the setter was able to do so.
Atsumu looked up from his preparations. The open kitchen lead into a living room with a panorama window front that has a perfect view of the porch, the white beach, and the turquoise water beyond. He had chosen this house specifically for this trip and had reserved it around Christmastime six months ago. Warm water, and yet he would have to convince you to join him in. He knew he'd manage that easily and would enjoy you clinging onto him. It was something he particularly enjoyed. That's why he took you on beach vacations.
Speaking of things he particularly enjoyed.
Atsumu padded over to the door that leads to your bedroom. The AC blew cold air into the dimly lit room as he leaned against the doorframe, cross-armed. His amber eyes lay on you, shifting in the sheets, still sleeping. You were probably still jet-lagged, exhausted from the tropical climate outside or both, so he let you sleep in just a little bit longer. Besides, he enjoyed watching you waking up from a good night's rest. The way you started to murmur in your sleep, the twitches of your nose against sunlight. That smile you have him once your eyes had fluttered open.
He loved it even though you always got angry a few. Moments later, either burying your or his face under a pillow, calling him a creep.
But today was different; realizing that you were too awake soon, Atsumu finished the breakfast preparation and finalized it by putting a hibiscus and some fresh berries on top of your pancakes. He then carried over the large tray with the assortments of breakfast items and drinks over to the bedroom. Letting it rest on his bedside table before he got some wrapped boxes from his suitcase in the corner and decorated the tray with them.
The bed dipped under Atsumus weight as he leaned over you. Pressing soft, delicate kisses on your forehead. "Rise and shine princess."
You grumbled, pulling the sheets over your head.
Atsumu chuckled and trailed two of his sly fingers over your duvet, then slipped under the cover, poking the same forehead.
"Babyyyy," he whined, "Come on. Luv!"
You didn't reply, leaving him no other option but to take action.
Swiftly, but gently his hands flipped the covers up as he flopped onto the spot on the bed right next to you, already peppering your face with kisses when the duvet fell over the two of you again.
Your complaints were drowned by Atsumu's lips traveling down your jaw and neck, resting on the lobe of your ear where he once more urged you to wake up and playfully bit into the shell of your ear.
"Tsumu!" You gasped, staring at his grinning face. Happy that his stupid attack of affection had worked like it always did. His thumb traced over the spot he'd bitten into, trying to ease the pain before it traveled over your cheek and rested on your bottom lip.
"Morning...." he said, voice a little raspy as he leaned down to peck your lips, once...twice and then long and longingly. Sighing into the kiss.
"We got lot's planned today," he said after releasing you with a satisfied smirk, "We can smooch a lot later...first you need to get some breakfast and open yer presents."
"Yeah," he grinned and smacked his lips on yours again, declaring proudly, "It's yer birthday, sleepyhead..."
He flipped the covers off, sat back on his feet, and pointed behind him at the bedside table proudly stating, "I wrapped 'em all by myself..."
" said that this trip was my birthday gift" you tried not to complain too much, but the fact he'd once more ignored your agreement for showering you with more gifts made your face feel red with embarrassment, "You didn't have too..."
"Actually...I'll do anything for my girl..." he grinned, pearly whites flashing.
Right after that, he closed the gap between your lips again whispering, "For ya I'd do anything...Happy Birthday Princess"
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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 hours ago
Setters as Dads
Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader 
Warnings/contents: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff 
Notes: It’s Father’s Day, and since some of us have the worlds worst fathers, emotionally distant fathers, and even absent fathers, here’s some fluffy Haikyuu headcanons for the boys as dads 😫 this was originally going to be a quick sort of thing after my friend @natasha-kuroo-bokuto​ reminded me that today was Father’s Day and suggested I did something for them, but I ended up taking ages to do these and decided it would be easier on me to split them up into the different players positions and post them as I finished them! I hope that you enjoy this first chapter and hopefully I can get more out soon!
If you want to see the rest of my preferences and headcanons, you can follow {this link} to my masterlist page!
He would be an amazing, well-balanced dad
Disciplining would be shared. Neither of you would always have to be the bad guy, and neither of you would always get to be the good guy. Akaashi’s kids would be very well behaved and very kind. He would raise his children very well, to always respect people and be kind even on bad days. His children would learn first-hand how good a man should treat their significant other because of how well he cherishes you, and secondly how you should hold yourself
I can see Akaashi wanting three little kids, but he would be happy with only one as well. He’s always wanted kids, even since he was younger, and as an only child he would be happy with only one, but also with a bigger family
Even on his worst days, Akaashi would be so excited to get home to you and your kids, leaving all his annoyance at work and grinning as you and your children come over to hug him
He would love to watch the baby grow up with you, seeing you being so motherly always manages to warm his heart. And not to mention, he would have so much fun decorating the nursery, moving with you if you had a baby and there wasn’t enough room in your apartment, etc.
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He’s a fun dad
But this time, you have to do most of the disciplining. He’s the worst at sticking to his punishments. He says no ice cream after dinner if they don’t eat all of their vegetables? He’d still give them ice cream even if there were vegetables left over. He says they can’t watch tv if they don’t finish their homework? There’s a 89% chance you’ll walk in the room and he’s asleep with your kid curled into his side watching tv. He says bedtime at 9 PM? There’s a chance they’ll still be up past 10
Atsumu seems like the kind of guy who would want two kids as a minimum if you were having kids, and four as the max. He would want to share this life with you and little kids, and even if he’s the worst at disciplining, he’s an amazing dad and partner. He would help with anything you need at any time you need
When you tell him that you’re pregnant for the first, second, or even forth time, he’s just as excited. He’ll pick you up into his arms, giving you a tight hug and spinning you around with him while he tells you how excited he is to have a baby with you
Every single game, he would look over, grinning when he sees you and your kids in the stands and waving over to you. He loves your babies and you more than anything in the world
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He’s almost a little bit awkward with your baby, but he’s still a good dad
Kageyama wouldn’t know what to do with the baby for a long time. He would be better as they got older, but this doesn’t mean that he left all of the work for you at first. He would help you as much as he could, learning how to change diapers and getting up in the middle of the night all of the time so that you didn’t have to because he knows you’re tired from being with the baby all day
I think Kageyama would only want one child, but he wouldn’t love a second baby any less if you happened to get pregnant again
He would love to teach either a son or a daughter how to play volleyball. If they got his passion for it, he would come home from practice every single day and excitedly teach them how to play the sport
Something he has always loved was looking over and seeing you in the stands at his games, but what he loves even more nowadays is seeing you and your baby, waving to him and making him smile before he goes onto the court and has to serve
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He’d be a pretty good dad, but he would also be a little bit confused
Kenma would hold your baby on his lap while he played video games and you got ready, carrying the baby while you were running errands together, rocking the baby to sleep when you were dead exhausted. Even if he didn’t always know what to do, his parental instincts kick in when your baby needs him or you need his help. He wouldn’t ever leave everything on you, even if he was just as tired as you were, because for the most part you’re the one with the baby all day, so he sees it as he can get up in the middle of the night for you
I think he would want only one child, and it would most likely be an accident. He might bend for two, but Kenma would be happiest with only one little baby to care for and to teach as they got older
When you told him that you were pregnant, Kenma just sort of stared at you for a few seconds unblinking before everything fully processed in his brain and all that came out was “Oh, shit”
Kenma likes to appear all cool and collected, but he spoils the hell out of your kid. Those two are nearly attached at the hip, always playing games together, getting food or drinks, and falling asleep together on the sofa while a movie plays. It’s so cute that you can’t help but smile at the two of them
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He would be an amazing dad, and he would love every second of it
Like Atsumu, he isn’t the greatest disciplinary, but he wouldn’t put all the work on you. He would help you out any way he could, but sometimes he bends when they give him pleading eyes because he finds it hard to say no to them
Oikawa would either want one or three kids. If you had a second, he might want another, however if you stopped at one he would be happy
When you tell him that you’re pregnant, he would be ecstatic, picking you up and squeezing you so tight in his arms that you nearly lose your breath. He would help you set the nursery up, go with you to every single parenting meeting and love learning about how to raise a baby with you. He would do a lot of the work for you as well, getting up in the middle of the night to soothe your baby back to sleep so you can rest
Your little family is Oikawa’s whole world. He would be so proud of your kids and he would always express that. You’d always find yourself smiling at his interactions with them; he’s such a good dad, always letting them know that their home is safe no matter how they feel or what they’ve done, but he also teaches them how to behave themselves and how they should treat people, despite being a bit petty himself
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His Worlds Best Dad mug couldn’t be more correct
He is so attentive, kind, and patient. Maybe it’s all of his years putting up with you, but the whining, temper tantrums and usual little kid loudness doesn’t bother him one bit like a lot of people thought it would. Of course he would want to teach his child to be respectful and that whining isn’t going to get them what they want, but it doesn’t affect him. He would sleep peacefully through the night if you decided to ferberize your baby. However, if the baby was crying in the middle of the night and you weren’t ferberizing them, he would get up with them so that you could sleep
He’s both the person who teaches the children bad words, on accident of course, and teaches them that they’re bad words and they shouldn’t say them. A little hypocritical much?
With that being said, Semi is the main disciplinary in the house, but he’s still a very fun-loving dad. He loves to play with your child, whether that be sports, attempting video games, teaching them as they get older how to play an instrument, or even playing with dolls or having tea parties. He doesn’t care, but he wants to be close to his children
Semi seems like the kind of guy who would want two or more kids, but I don’t think he would want over five. If the two of you stopped at four even, I think he’d be happy. Especially if at least one of them got his musical talent and he could bond with them over that, but he would never pick a favorite and let it be known
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kainan · 3 hours ago
@reawaken​ is invited to atsumu’s annoying brother summer!
the  last  ice  cream  sandwich  in  the  box…     safe  from  being  brutally  torn  asunder  by  atsumu  who  just  barely—     and  even  then,     is  still  clearly  struggling!     —manages  to  lift  it  high  enough  away  from  osamu’s  grasp.     with  one  hand  busy  as  it  is,     his  other  is  put  to  work  on  smooshing  against  his  brother’s  cheek  in  a  hopeful  deterrent  for  him  to  just  call  it  quits  already!
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beautifulblhell · 3 hours ago
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One Last Time
A/N: Just some Atsumu angst bc I’m in the ‘mood’ lol 😭
WC: 1420
Tags: Angst, timeskip Atsumu
A special thanks to @bigbrain-nothoughts for helping me proofread this!!🥺🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much!!!💕
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The soft moonlight streamed through your window, a cool, gentle light that illuminated Atsumu’s features. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies, and under the silver light, it made Atsumu seem like he was glowing. He was leaning over you, giving you a brief moment of reprieve after the crashing pleasure you both felt moments ago. Your limbs were still tangled together, and the sound of your heavy breathing filled the quiet room.
Lifting your hand, your fingers strayed through his bleach blond hair. It was much longer than when you last saw him.
But of course, it has been a year.
“Like what you see?” Atsumu teased you when he saw you catch sight of his toned abs.
Atsumu gently brushed back a lock of your hair from your forehead, eyes softening unknowingly at your hesitant gaze.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” A hint of concern coloured his tone. Atsumu was never one for moments of silence - at least, not with you.
It was quick, you made sure of it, to commit every part of him
His eyes, those bewitching brown eyes that had you spellbound the moment you first gazed into them, were now gazing adoringly at you, and for a moment, the words that you’ve been keeping locked in your heart all these years nearly tumbled out of your mouth.
But you swallowed them back at the last second. Hiding behind a playful smile, you teased back, “Do you need a longer break?”
A laugh rumbled from his chest, a sound which you loved to hear, but at the same time brought a dull ache inside your chest. Suddenly, you arched your back and a inhaled sharp intake of breath.
“And you were saying?” Atsumu grinned, he languidly moved his hand, watching the way you unravelled before him.
“Atsumu,” you called out his name, desperation weaved into your voice. And the same desperation was mirrored in Atsumu’s movement.
Because both of you knew the time you had together now was precious.
Your name spilled from his lips in a low groan. He lifted your leg on his broad shoulders. His lips left a burning trail along your thighs, hot enough to melt your current worries away.
For now.
Your eyes caught sight of your alarm clock at your bedside table, the little blue light displayed the flashing figures: 03:30AM.
If only the night would go on forever.
You opened your eyes. To your dismay but also utter expectations, the other side of your bed was empty, cold to the touch, not a single sliver of warmth remained.
A part of you knew this was going to happen. Still, you held onto the small flame of hope that maybe, just maybe, he would stay.
“Stay with me.”
The words you could never say to Atsumu. Because it would be a shackle binding him to you, and you knew you couldn’t. Not for the sake of his career. And you’ve seen how hard he worked to get to where he is now. But a part of you still wanted him to stay, at least long enough for him to be there when you wake up.
Tear drops trickled silently onto the duvet. The scent of Atsumu faintly lingered on these very sheets — the only reminder of last night, but all too soon, even that will be gone, leaving only a ghost of him in your memories.
One last time.
That’s what Atsumu always told himself when he came knocking on your door at 2am, you were still bleary with sleep when he swoops in and kisses you with urgency, like a parched man on the desert finally finding an oasis. And everything would seem alright as he whispered sweet nothings into your lips and skin.
Sweet, empty promises that would never ring true once dawn broke. Then he would be gone. And when he would be back neither of you knew.
He tried his best, really, but the daily phone calls and text messages dwindled drastically once he began travelling out of the country for his games. He was well aware of your hesitance to contact him, fearing that you were getting in his way. Some nights he would stare at his phone screen, wondering if he should call you, but in the end, he never did.
He knew he could never give you the stable life you wanted, a husband that would come home on time every day, without getting the silent treatment for months before turning up on your doorstep suddenly.
But all that rationality was gone when he tasted your lips, and the feeling of your warmth.
One last time.
That’s what Atsumu always told himself.
The seasons swayed. Winter melted into spring, spring flowed into summer; the passage of time never waited.
When Atsumu finally came back to Japan, it had been more than two years.
A slight drizzle greeted him, and Atsumu used that as the excuse for the fast pace he was walking towards your house.
A hint of autumn lingered in the air. Time has chipped away fragments of familiar sceneries, but the familiar road leading to your house stayed the same. By the time he turned onto your street, he was nearly sprinting.
The familiar sight of your door brought a wave of nostalgia and comfort to Atsumu. Even if everything else changed, as long as you were here, it didn’t matter. Knocking on your door, Atsumu unconsciously swept his hair back, hoping the rain didn’t make his hair drizzle too much.
The door opened.
For a moment, the air stilled. The sound of rain hitting the pavement blurred out everything for Atsumu. The box of chocolates tumbled from his hands.
There you were, as beautiful as always, except…
Atsumu couldn’t breathe, as if a frost had descended upon his lungs and froze them.
You were holding a small toddler.
Atsumu knew immediately the child was yours. Those almond shaped eyes and nose.
You stared back, eyes wide.
“Tsumu,” your voice was barely above a whisper, but Atsumu couldn’t answer. A pain, as if physical, twisted against his heart, decapitating him of his words and movement, forcing him to stay frozen, unable to move forward nor backwards.
Someone called your name. A man appeared from inside with a concerned look. He placed a hand on your shoulders. Atsumu’s gaze landed on the silver ring on his ring finger, matching the one on your hand.
Move, Atsumu screamed internally at himself. Finally, his legs obeyed. Stumbling, before regaining control of his limbs, Atsumu turned to run, run back in time if he could. He vaguely heard you calling his name, but he ran blindly down the streets.
He ran until he couldn’t anymore, until his lungs were burning, but still, it didn’t make the pain in his chest lessen. If only he could outrun time, and wake up with you by his side once again. His pained pants were barely heard as the rain above him poured down. Atsumu tilted his face towards the suffocating grey sky. Droplets of rain fell unceasingly on his eyelashes, quivering, before falling, trailing down his cheeks. As if the heavens were crying the tears in his heart.
If only this rain would wash away the reason why he could never let you go that’s burning so strongly in his heart.
That’s when he realized.
The reason why he came back to you time after time.
The reason why he could never leave you.
You were his ‘home’.
A torrent of memories crashed through him, nearly drowning him. Memories of you watching late night movies together, your hand running through his hair as he laid in your lap, the aroma of his favourite meals wafting from the kitchen, along with the scenes of the future he once dreamed of having with you.
The one person who he could always come back to, the one person whom he loved more than anyone.
He always thought he could tell you tomorrow, as you had forever ahead of you, but the tomorrow will never come. Because he has lost you forever.
Soft golden brown eyes, ones that mirrored the man that just left, lingered at the closed door before peering at your contorted face.
‘It was better this way’, a phrase you’ve grown accustomed to telling yourself on days where that small flame of hope flickers in the depths of your heart.
It was better this way.
Then, you locked your door.
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qtipcottonbuds · 5 hours ago
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𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 !!!
𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 - 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 !!! 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 !!!
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 ;;
𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰. 𝘛𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯, 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦
warnings of verbal abuse, manipulation/gaslighting and referenced cheating !!!
𝗯𝘆 𝗾𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗯𝘂𝗱𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭.
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Astumu wasn’t the most level-headed of individuals, usually letting his emotions override his logic; ultimately, not assessing a situation reasonably. And, that was what you assumed to believe. Jumping the gun, happened to the best of us - moreover more so for Astumu.
But with that hotheadedness came enthusiasm; crossing over into all areas of his life, including your relationship.
Although, him having doubt in your faithfulness wasn’t something you’d ever considered happening. Naturally, there are always faults and flaws in a relationship, (the little cracks) but what also paired alongside that was the mindset of growth. Working through a problem, together. You, yourself, didn’t want to jump the supposed gun either and believe you hadn’t done anything that might have caused his mistrust.
Because maybe you unintentionally might've done so, no?
(But the issue never really laid with you, it lay with him).
Subtle pokes at your displays of affection with others had left you confused, you naturally had a fondness for embracing friends and family with physical affection - it felt more intimate and heartfelt. Initially after offhand comments specifically around male counterparts you decided maybe to take a step back from showing endearment to them, after all it would be understandable if you were making Atsumu insecure in the process. 
Gradually, it soon became apparent that regardless of who you had shown love to, the issue still remained prominent with an increase of provoking insults of being too “handsy,” too “clingy,” too “touchy.” But what had begun as an evening in for two embracing comfortably into his side, legs interlocking with each other with a strong arm lazily curled around your waist, eventually reached fever pitch. 
Clicking your tongue, you decide to question him on the matter.
He lets out a soft hum in response.
“Why do you have such an issue with me showing affection?”
Gaze now directed on you, the tension in the air becomes subtly heavier, “I’d never said I had a problem, darlin’, thought you knew that.”
Sitting up, pulling away from his grasp you stare back at him letting out a huff, “I think you do, you- you always keep on throwing out these offhand comments about how I am with others, you might not be calling it a problem, but you're acting as though it is. And, I just appreciate it if you’d explain what I might be doing that’s making you feel this way…” you trail off, taking note of the irregular tapping on your thigh picking up in speed.
“And I’d appreciate it if I didn’t ‘hafta explain what you’re doing wrong in the first place.”
“‘Tsumu, for one, I can’t know what’s specifically bothering you unless you tell me-”
Shifting his body around, raking a hand through his hair before leaning into your face, “You really wanna know why I hate it, darlin’, why you throw yourself around at anyone, like some sorta goddamn whore begging for attention,” he grits out.
Stunned whilst trying to keep calm, you shuffle away slightly, keeping your balance on the bed, keeping him out away from your personal space; his heavy breaths being the only noticeable noise in the silent room. 
Atsumu was always one to be petty, but you never once took him for someone to stoop that low. But he continues his manoeuvre, large palms gripping tightly onto your wrists to prevent you from shuffling back any further, diverting your gaze away from his.
“What, gone all quiet on me, huh?”
Although you mumble out a soft, “Am I not allowed to embrace my love language?” underneath your breath, he catches onto your words.
“Your love language is you displaying yourself at anyone who spares you a fuckin’ glance, darlin’, how’s that for being pathetic, huh?”
After all, unintentionally, it would be so much easier for him to project his guilt onto you for his wrongdoing, rather than to come clean, right?
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kurokensbaby · 5 hours ago
sakuatsu - their story
pairs: sakuatsu
warnings: nsfw, slight angst
!! haikyuu timeskip spoliers !!
- sakusa and atsumu first dated when they were both on their second year of high school. it was inevitable. they were both attracted to each other, loved the competition, had fun together.
- at first, it was nothing serious. it was seeing each other at matches and training camps and at nationals. sneaking out at night and making out and maybe doing more.
- it was just that. just fun. two horny teenagers that liked competing against each other, that liked the teasing and liked each other. nothing serious.
- but, of course, they both started catching feelings. atsumu would feel way too safe in sakusa's embraces, and sakusa would feel to comfortable around atsumu. they started making up more excuses to see each other. sakusa would do two-hours train trips just to see atsumu, and atsumu would pretend it was normal, that they were just messing around. but everytime he got a text from sakusa saying he'd be there in a few hours, butterflies would go crazy on his stomach.
- after months of pretending that nothing was happening, months of atsumu telling osamu that no, how could he have feelings for kiyoomi sakusa!? and sakusa ignoring his feelings, they both knew: they could deny it no longer.
- but feelings are hard. love at a young age is hard. love when one is a young boy with little control over things is hard. long distance relationships. atsumu's popularity around girls. sakusa's insecurities. atsumu's stubbornness. people judging. boys scared of their own feelings.
- around the middle of their third year of high school, they broke up. they still saw each other at training camps and matches, but they would not talk to each other.
- sometimes, at training camps, atsumu found himself getting up in the middle of the night, ready to go find his omi-omi to sneak out and go to clandestine dates in the empty streets.
- and, sometimes, sakusa stayed up, waiting for atsumu to show up and smile that smirk of his and take him out.
- they slowly got over each other. as much as one could get over the love of their life. atsumu would fuck around with other people sometimes, and act as if it wasn't omi who he was thinking of the whole time. and then, at the dead of the night, he would cry, because he missed his lover. and sakusa would pretend he wasn't looking for atsumu in every room he entered, waiting for atsumu to call him, staring at their old conversations just to feel something. whispering the nicknamt his atsumu had given him, wanting to hear it again.
- and then, they went to college. atsumu wasn't at his best, missing his twin brother at court, wishing he was there with him. and sakusa wasn't the happiest, either. he didn't like changes, and everything was changing.
- and then, when they go to their first practice with their new team, they see each other. and they realize.
- their old feelings now turn into a constant competition between both of them. their first weeks in the team, they are constantly challenging each other and bickering.
- and then one day, after everyone left, atsumu is the last one to go to the locker rooms and he finds sakusa there, sitting on a bench, shirtless.
- his body had changed. he had changed. but it still felt like the seventeen year old boy atsumu had fallen in love with and never fallen out of love. and it still was sakusa, who he loved teasing and challenging.
- sakusa looked up and his eyes widened. "oh. i thought i was the last one here."
- "i thought so too."
- they stared at each other and it felt like they were having a million of conversations just from looking at each other's eyes. and they both knew, they both wanted the same thing. needed. they had wanted it for so long.
- atsumu got closer to sakusa and sat on his lap, placing his hands on sakusa's shoulders. sakusa's arms immediatly wrapped around atsumu's waist.
- and- oh. it felt the same. his arms were the same. his eyes, his lips- so kisseable, so beautiful-
- oh. oh. oh.
- it was the same it'd been two years ago.
- sakusa kissed him. atsumu kissed him back. the kiss was a fight, a challenge, and sakusa ended up winning for dominance, making atsumu moan and hug sakusa's shoulders.
- "omi." he whispered, kissing harder and moving his hips to feel friction against sakusa. "my omi-omi."
- sakusa sighed, that name. he was finally hearing it again. he grabbed atsumu's waist and helped him rub against him faster.
- "ah," atsumu panted. "i- i can't take it anymore. please."
- sakusa looked at him. "what?"
- "fuck me. ah-" he arched his back when sakusa's hand found his crotch. "ah- i miss you. please."
- "i miss you too," sakusa said, standing up and helping atsumu stand up too, connecting their foreheads together. "let's go to my dorm, okay?"
- they went.
- once the dorm door was locked behind them, atsumu pushed sakusa and pressed him to the wall, kissing him hard. sakusa wrapped his arms around atsumu's waist and hauled him up.
- the way atsumu's legs wrapped around sakusa's waist felt the same way it did before. it was intimate. it was everything.
- he carried him to the bed and undressed him. atsumu pulled sakusa's pants down and opened his legs, his eyes pleading.
- "are you sure?" sakusa asked
- "i've never been more sure of anything before. please."
- sakusa looked around his dorm. "fuck. i don't have any lub."
- atsumu smirked. "it's fine. since i saw you here, i- i've been doing it. thinking of you."
- the thought turned sakusa on as much as ig pissed him off, thinking of atsumu touching himself alone. he wanted to give atsumu what he needed. he didn't want atsumu to feel like he had to do it himself.
- sakusa held out three fingers before atsumu and atsumi licked them, knowing what to do.
- after preparing him, sakusa held open atsumu's legs and went in. he threw his head back, feeling atsumu again, after all these years... it was amazing.
- atsumu arched his back, closing his eyes. "ah- omi." he said.
- sakusa grabbed atsumu's hand and he started moving. he couldn't hold back, and knew he didn't have to: atsumu liked it that way, rough.
- after that night, they would do the same that they had done all that time before. challenge each other at court. sneak out at midnight. make out at the locker rooms. act like they hated each other, but when it was just them, in the middle of the night, swaying happily around the empty streets, they knew they loved each other.
- and this time it wasn't scary.
- it was forever.
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