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femd-archive · 1 year

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BIRTHDAY PRESENT

pairing: haikyuu!! — atsumu x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

summary: atsumu thinks you only had a birthday gift for his brother and forgot about him, but you got him the most special present.

📎 side note: never knew how to write someone eating a woman out lol, so it might be a disaster

"Why is only 'Samu getting a gift? It's ma birthday too!" the blonde twin whined, one of his cheek resting against his girlfriend's shoulder.

"Maybe she likes me better" the black-haired one said, still focus on opening the gift box.

"She's ma girlfriend!" Atsumu whined once again, being quiet down by [Name]'s hand over his mouth and a soft 'shhh'.

The couple focused back on the younger twin, who finally opened the box and took out the items out of it; 3 sets of 9 porcelain rice bowls, coming along with their soup spoon and their pair of chopsticks. In the bottom of the box layed a new apron, with the slogan "Onigiri Miya" along the chest.

"If you liked those there are more in the back of my car, but if you don't we can just go together and buy new ones. Just wanted to help you a little bit with the new things for the shop" shrugging her shoulders, [Name] now became a little bit nervous under the quiet twin's silence, as ironic as that sounds.

Finally looking up, the couple could see the tears that were swimming on Osamu's eyes, quickly making Atsumu mirror his state and bringing fresh tears to his own eyes as well.

Osamu walked to them, envolving [Name] on a warm hug, hidding his face on her neck. Atsumu catches his cap that fell down with the motion, thinking that this wasn't the right time to jokingly whine about [Name] being his girlfriend and that Osamu couldn't touch her. Instead, he ruffled his twin's hair when he heard him sob.

"They are perfect" he mumbles, as clear as he can. "Thank you" he whispers, giving a last little squeeze to the woman's body before letting go from the hug. "'M sorry" he laughed, starting to dry out his tears.

"Aww, look at the crybaby" Atsumu teases, putting the cap back on on Osamu and softly slamming the envelope that he quietly slipped out of his pocket on his twin's chest.

He looked at the blonde with a quizzical look, opening the envelope to only find money, a lot of money.

"Shut up" he closed the envelope once again and tended it to his brother.

"Just take it" Atsumu insisted, pushing Osamu's hand.

"This is too much. I can't accept it, not even from you" Osamu refuses.

"Well, that's what brothers are for…right?" Atsumu shrugged, looking away.

It took a few moments before the two males envolved in another warm hug, both of them holding up the tears on their eyes.

"Jeez, you're gonna make me cry guys" [Name] laughed, pressing her ring fingers on both lacrimals to prevent her from crying.

"Oh man, I'm gonna call ma and tell her about it. She won't even believe that ya have money of yer own" Osamu says, slipping of his phone out of his pocket, walking towards the sliding door of the store to go outside.

"Shut yer mouth!" Atsumu yelled, being flipped off by his brother before he closed the door behind him.

[Name] giggled, even after all these years, she never got tired of the twin's antics.

"Baby?" Atsumu called at her.

"Mmh?"

"Is it true?" he asks, snuggling closer to her.

"What baby?" she welcomed him in her arms, leaving a kiss on the top of his head.

"That you like 'Samu better than me" a pout drawed in his lips, which [Name] was quick to kiss.

"Oh silly 'Tsumu" she leaves another kiss on his nose. "I love you more than anything in this world, please don't doubt that" now she kisses his cheek. "I do have a gift for you, but it's something that I can't give you in front of 'Samu" she whispers over his lips, a grin drawing over hers at the slight face of surprise her boyfriend has now.

"Oh" was the only thing that came out of Atsumu's mouth, making [Name] chuckle, leaving another kiss on his forehead.

"Mhm. So wait a little bit longer like the good boy you are and I shall give it to you, okay baby?"

"Yes mommy" he answers obediently, earnign another kiss on the lips.

"Good boy" she whispers, pinching his cheeks with affection.

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Sitting at the feet of the bed and smiling against her hand, [Name] couldn't tear off her eyes away from her pretty boy Atsumu, who was also at the feet of the bed, on the floor.

"You look so pretty baby" she praised.

"Tha-thank you mommy" the setter whines, hips still working their way slowly on that new pretty dildo, his precious birthday gift.

"How do you like your gift, baby?"

"I love it mommy! Thank you..." he whispers, leaving a kiss on her knee. "Wanna please you...please?" looking up, he gazed at her with his puppy eyes.

"Mmh? But it's your birthday honey" she remembered him, caressing his hair with her fingers

"Then...f-for ma birthday, I wanna make ya feel good" he whined, "please"

And how could she say no to those pretty teary eyes?. Undressing herself from her bottom clothes, [Name] opens her legs in front of Atsumu, who looks dreamily at her pussy.

"Come closer baby" she says with a sweet tone.

The setter barely lifts himself up from his dildo to move closer to his girlfriend, shaky hands bringing the toy along with him to sink over it again as he burries his head between his girlfriend's legs.

His tongue started moving along your folds in search for your clit, and when he finally found it he started to lick and suck on it like a starved man. You throw your head backwards, enjoying your boyfriend's skillful tongue; your hand comes to his hair, fingers running through his strands.

"Good boy 'Tsumu, you're such a good boy for me" your praises fall from your lips like a fountain of honey, and he's drinking it all.

His hips started to move faster on top of his 6 inches new dildo, the tip of it starting to hit his prostate again and again. He moans in your pussy, sending vibrations all over your body.

"F-fuck...baby, you feel so good" you whisper, moving your hips to his face, starting to face-fuck him gently.

Atsumu kept moaning, shivering everytime a praise fell out of your mouth. His dick twitched and leaked over the floor as he used both of his holes. He looked up at you with teary eyes, admiring how beautiful you looked as you lost in pleasure, the pleasure that he's giving you.

"Fuck my face" he whispers agains your folds, "grab my hair, do it harder mommy" he pleads, and you oblige.

Your body separates from the bed as you raise your hips and move them against your boyfriend's hot face. His tongue sticks out of his mouth to let you use it as you please as he keeps on bouncing on his toy.

"Touch yourself baby, you deserve it" you say in between heavy breaths. "Taking it all so good for me, looking so pretty...hah, my pretty birthday boy"

Atsumu obeys and finally wraps a hand around his swollen cock and start pumping it at the same pace of his hips. He was already close, and jacking off bring him closer.

Your grip tightens on his blonde locks, making him moan once again as your move your hips desesperatly.

"Gonna cum baby, gonna cum all over your face" you moan and Atsumu can only nod in agreement. He was close too, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

You ended up cumming hard on Atsumu's mouth, body trembling as you hold into the bed sheets to keep steady.

"Fuck...that was intense" you whisper, legs trembling slightly because of your orgasm. Atsumu looked up at you, same puppy eyes gazing at you as your juices dripped off his chin. "Gonna cum too baby? Want me to help you? or you can cum with your new toy?"

"G-gonna cum with my toy...gonna show you how good I am" he mumbles, starting to ride the dildo once again.

"I know that. You're my good boy baby" your hands cups his cute face, pulling him closer and connect your lips together in a heated kiss.

Loyal to his word, he proved to you that he was a good boy and he enjoyed his birthday gift cumming hands free on the floor. His moans got muffled by your lips as his hips twitched with every rope of cum that spilled from his dick. He gasped for aire once you pulled apart from the kiss.

"There you go baby, you did so well" you praised, leaving little kisses all over his face as he normalized his breath. "Come here baby" you helped him get up f the floor with his trembling legs. You both layed on the bed, Atsumu resting on top of you as he regularize his breath.

"Did you like your birthday present, baby?" you ask softly, leaving a kiss on his forehead.

"I loved it mommy. Thank you" he snuggles closer to you, his eyes feeling heavy with laziness.

Before you can even prevent it, he fell asleep on top of you. You feel all sweaty and sticky, but you're also too tired to stand up and clean the both of you. So, just for this time, you give in into the sloth and feel asleep with your boyfriend in your arms.

You're sure you're gonna regret it in the morning.

#haikyuu #atsumu #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub character #sub!atsumu #sub atsumu #sub!haikyuu #sub haikyuu

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starreo · 1 month

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multi-character drabble.

includes unofficial to official relationship, exhibitionism, and adult themes so, mdni.

he can be a little weird sometimes...

like when somebody is so desperately making it obvious that they are into you, and he's got his arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing tighter and tighter till you yelp.

or when a friend of his asks him when he plans to make it official, and you're wondering what he's talking about, he's rolling his eyes at his friend, "how 'bout now?" and pulling on your hand, dragging you amid the crowd, to the bathroom.

his hand slams the door shut, while his lips slam your mouth shut, not giving you a chance to complain.

'ts too late to complain now anyway.

your dress is hiked up to your waist and your palms are stuck on the mirror in front of you, as he thrusts his large cock deep in your dripping, tight, cunt. his fingers gripping your waist tightly with one hand, while the other squeezes the flesh of your breast, occasionally pinching and twisting your perky nipple. loud music outside being silenced, as your louder moans echo from the little gap in the door.

great, now everybody knows he's making it official. couldn't he just tell you he loves you like a normal person? god, he really can be so weird sometimes.

suna, rin, yuri, eren, uni! sukuna, bakugo, atsumu, gojo, nagi, reo.

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vengov · 9 months

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bragging to his teammates how good he makes you feel in the bedroom and how he doms you all the time when in reality, he's the one getting bent over every night and fucked with a strap <3

- atsumu, bokuto, toji, iwaizumi, oikawa, tsukishima, tendo, sakusa, tanaka, kuroo, terushima

#iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #kuroo smut #atsumu smut #tendo smut #oikawa smut #toji smut #tsukishima smut #bokuto smut #sakusa smut #tanaka smut #terushima smut #sub haikyuu

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ittomo · 1 year

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ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴛɪᴍɪɴɢ

▸ character(s) : miya a.

▸ summary : you call atsumu at a really bad time, or so he thinks

▸ warnings : NSFW / MDNI, dom!gn!reader, phone sex, degradation+praise, secondhand embarrassment, (mentioned) daddy kink, edging+overstimulation, choking

▸ notes : this is a repost from my old blog !

you must have had the world’s worst timing. that was the only explanation for the situation you got him into, and it had a small part of him wondered if he could still play volleyball if he jumped out of the window in his hotel room.

“‘tsumu! he-“ you cut yourself off and atsumu mentally cursed himself for his blunder. the, uh, video that he was watching was still playing loud and clear for you to hear through his laptop’s speakers, and he was completely frozen, hand still down his pants—despite his plan to press pause—with the other holding his phone up to his ear. he prayed, begged whatever gods that may be listening in that you couldn’t hear what was playing, no matter how impossible that was. “did i call at a bad time?” he cursed himself for answering the call first.

despite the humor evident in your voice, he felt his face go hot and knew that the warmth was quickly spreading down his chest. “n-no, just watchin’ a movie.” he knew the lie was bad—awful, actually—but he wanted to maintain any dignity he had left, and it was only half a second later when he finally came to his senses and paused it.

“sure,” you said it with such a knowing tone that it made atsumu feel lightheaded. at least it seemed like you were letting it go. “anyways, i called to let you know that i’ll be there for the game tomorrow, but i’ll let you go back to your movie.” you snickered to yourself. he was never living this down.

“is- is that all?” again, atsumu found himself praying to any and every deity he could think of.

“just about,” the small pause you took felt like an eternity, “i’m glad i called now, though.”

and all atsumu could do was squeak out a quiet, “why?”

“cause now i know what the great miya atsumu gets up to in the dead of night.” he was fucked. completely and totally fucked. you weren’t letting it go, and at this rate atsumu was starting to worry that death by embarrassment was possible. “because the only movies that i’ve ever heard of where someone’s screaming ‘harder, daddy, harder’ were porn,” and of course you had to make your voice sound all breathy and fucked out, because you’re atsumu’s biggest fucking nightmare apparently.

he felt his whole body shudder, and tried to control his breathing as he held on tight to the very base of his cock. if it weren’t for whatever that was, atsumu was sure that he could’ve dealt with the consequences, but right now? right now he wanted to bury his head in the sand and pretend none of this ever happened. but he would never be able to do that because you had to go and do an impression. and you moaned it.

“‘tsumu?” and of course you had to use that nickname, “hey, i was just messing with you.” he knew that, but the only thing he can think about is the way you sounded before. so moved his hand, reasoning with himself that it was just to alleviate pressure, that there was no way he could carry on with the conversation if his dick was practically throbbing in his hand. “c’mon, i didn’t mean to offend you or anything. i swear i’ll make it up to you if i did.”

“no,” he managed, “’s fine.” but his words are ever so slightly slurred and his voice just a bit too light.

“are you still going at it?” you feigned shock, “you are, aren’t you?” and just as you said that, his breath hitched with a quiet whine. “oh, you dirty dog, ‘tsumu.”

and for whatever reason, that’s what did him in. somewhere, up in that empty head of his, something snapped, and he moaned. there wasn’t even enough time for him to process what had happened before you kept talking, like it was totally normal for the both of you.

“was that good for you? me calling you names?” he whined. “can’t believe you’re so filthy, baby, getting off to me being mean.” for a brief moment he thought he heard fabric rustling from your end, but quickly shut that thought down when it sent a bolt of what felt like electricity down his spine.

“y-yeah, please.” his hand is still loosely wrapped around his cock, trying to keep a steady pace even when his hips keep stuttering.

“why don’t you tell me what you want me to do to you, then?” he could tell that you weren’t quite sure what you were meant to do, that this was new territory, and a small part of him was glad that he wasn’t alone in that.

it took yet another slow, shuddering breath for him to piece himself together enough to form an answer for you, no matter how shaky it was, “want- want ya to be rough ’n make me cry.” that time he was sure that he heard the rustling of your clothes, there was no mistaking it, and the thought alone had him letting out a desperate, frustrated noise.

“you want me that bad, hm?” again, he nodded, but you moved on, “then touch yourself. get off to me talking to you like the perfect little slut you are.”

oh.

a gasp caught in his throat.

oh, fuck.

warmth, burning hot like fiery coals, spread across his body. it made his head feel light, like he wasn’t quite there. not in the way he was before, anyways.

and his hips jerked involuntarily, forcing a moan out of him. and they jerked again and again and again. it was clumsy, but the uneven stuttering of his hips and the loose circle that his hand formed felt far too good to be true.

“i bet you look so good right now, ‘tsumu, fuck.” you moaned. you honest-to-god moaned, and atsumu wasn’t sure what to do with himself. the shuffling from your end, the quiet moan you let out—everything, down to the words you were saying, was too much, and he could tell that he was going to come and soon.

“please, god, please, can i come?” he was babbling, saying anything that came to mind, “need t’come so bad, ple-ease.” his head turned to the side, eyes shut tightly as his stomach tightened and warmth curled its way around him. he just needed one last—

“no.”

he sucked in a sharp breath, his hips coming to a stop mid-thrust, and his eyes snapped open. he was right there, right at that perfect edge. another wave of heat landed hard in his gut, and the sound he let out was something akin to a sob.

“atta boy,” you praised in a low voice, “didn’t think you’d actually stop.” the praise went straight to his cock, and for a brief moment he was tempted to fuck into his fist again. he thought better of it, not wanting to risk any punishment.

god, which wires got crossed for that reaction?

“p-please-“

atsumu’s whole body felt sensitive, like every nerve was firing off all at once, and too hot. his hand twitched around his cock, the sudden tightness punching a breath out of him. and he knew that if you left him there for just a bit longer, he’d be close to tears.

his head was—well, it wasn’t in much better condition. it wasn’t quite empty, per se, but everything was full of you. it all felt hazy and soft around the edges, like he was underwater. and all he could focus on was the quiet sound of your own labored breathing and his shaking hand.

“where’s your phone, baby?” it took him a moment to realize that he was still holding it up.

“’s in ma hand,” he sounded so breathless—so gone.

“good, put it down next to you and leave it on speaker.”

he listened without question, placing his phone on the pillow next to him.

“i want you to bring a hand up to your throat,” you gave him a moment to comply, seemingly understanding how hazy his mind felt. but when his hand finally managed to make its way to his throat, it felt right, comfortable, in a way he couldn’t explain. “make sure that you only press down on the sides, okay? can’t have our star player getting hurt, can we?”

he shook his head, letting himself fall into the feeling of his hand and your voice washing over him. if he knew it would’ve felt this good, he would have called you for something like this a long time ago.

“you think you can fuck your fist for me, baby?” your voice was saccharine, but atsumu focused on how out of breath you sounded, how rough it made your voice.

he gave an experimental roll of his hips, letting out a whine. his nerves already felt frayed, strung out from the sudden stop before, so the first thrust felt like torture. but as he kept going—

“o-oh, god,” he gasped, “i-i wanna come, ple-please, ’s- ’s too much— i—“ he was just babbling, his words quickly devolving into incoherent begging just as quickly as they started. in the back of his mind, he knew that he was being loud, but he couldn’t think hard enough to quiet himself down, nor did he want to.

“you gonna come, ‘tsumu? gonna come for me?” the soft moan you let out had him arching his back and reciting your name like a prayer—or rather, what you assumed to be your name and whatever other babbling went along with it. “bet you’d look so pretty too, just like the cute little slut you are.“

he let out a choked groan, coming into his fist and his whole body going taut. his ears were ringing and his vision completely white, but past that he could hear your panting, the way you were repeating his name over and over. ”please, wanna hear you.“ and he rolled his hips again, the oversensitivity making his skin burn in the best way possible. "f-fuck, i-i'm—”

and that was all he managed before he was teetering at the edge again. the combination of you breathing hard into his ear and struggling to even say his name and the sharp pain and pleasure from having just come a few moments prior had him far too close. but before he could think twice to stop himself, he was coming with a silent scream and a sudden jerk all over again.

he wasn’t even sure what was going on on your end of the line anymore, too out of it to really process much of anything. things were too hazy and too soft for him to want to put them into focus.

“atsumu?” he hummed back, hoping that it’d be enough of a response for the moment. “was that okay?’ the nervousness in your voice was evident and drastically different from the confidence he had heard before.

"yeah,” his voice was slow and he was still struggling to keep up with you.

“are you okay?” he gave you another slow response. “i’ll keep talking to you until you come down, alright?” and you started rambling about different things, praising him for doing well, and reminding him to stretch if he needed it. he realized after a while that his hand was still at his neck, not that there was any pressure there anymore, and a small part of him wished you were there with him and that it was your hand. a bigger part of him knew that he’d have to have a much longer conversation with you about that. but until then, he’d revel in the comfort of your rambling and the habit that those phone calls would turn into.

#atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #dom reader #sub haikyuu #hq x reader #hq smut #sub hq #.writing

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b1urryt3ars · 11 months

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Pretty boys who whine and squirm when you touch them cuz they just get so overwhelmed by how good they feel >>>

|| Bokuto, Oikawa, Atsumu , Akaashi, Kita, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Kageyama

#hq smut #hq hcs #miya atsumu #bokuto smut #oikawa tooru #sub akaashi

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ghost-mp4 · 1 year

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i'm fully aware that halloween just passed but i'm gonna keep talking about vampires anyways

cw: atsumu x vampire!dom!reader; mirror sex; bondage, blowjobs

♱ thinking so hard about mirror sex with atsumu. bc even though he loves showing off and he loves the attention he gets from his team and his fans, he absolutely cannot stand having to see himself during sex. something about it is just so revealing, and it makes his face hotter than he’d like

♱ but he agrees to it when you bring it up because you sounded so excited about it, and, really, how bad could it be?

♱ so you have him sit down in front of a floor length mirror, and once you step in front of him, he realizes exactly why you were so excited about this

♱ he can't see you in the reflection. it's just him and why is that making him get even more bothered?

♱ but when you pull out the bondage rope? yeah, he's done for. watching the rope wind around him with nothing moving it is doing something for him and he's really just wondering if he should be more concerned about how into it he is

♱ not that you give him much time to think about that, though, because soon enough his breath is coming hard and fast and he's flushed down to his chest

♱ meanwhile you haven't done much more than tie him down onto the chair (his legs to the legs of the chair and his arms behind the back of it)

♱ and when you kneel in front of him, he nearly loses his mind. his eyes are completely stuck on the reflection and the fact that he can't see you in the slightest. all he can see is the twitching of his thighs every time you kiss them

♱ any thought process he had going into this goes out the window when you press a feather light kiss to the underside of his cock, and he flat out whines, which, of course, only spurs you on more

♱ you've got him struggling to get out of his binds after just a few minutes of teasing. "please, please, i need- oh, fuck, i need it so bad-" he begs

♱ who are you to deny him? when you finally, finally, put your mouth on him properly, he lets out a broken sob and his legs shake, but all he can focus on is his reflection

♱ through the haze there’s a fascination with the scene unfolding in front of him. there’s a complete disconnect between what he’s seeing and what he’s feeling

♱ he sees every minute twitch of his body in response to you and it’s so, so much.

♱ it’s absolutely filthy. his spit-slick cock is completely visible, and it only makes his face grow hotter, all the while whining and begging for more

#atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #sub haikyuu #dom reader #hq smut #hq x reader #i wanna write more of this but i have nothing coherent to add #it's all just random screaming #— for the ghouls

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karlyboyyy · 11 months

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As I rewatch Haikyuu for the Nth time, I am once again reminded of how the English dub missed a huge opportunity when they didn’t cast voice actors with any sort of dialect or accent for the Inarizaki players. But more specifically, Miya Atsumu.

In the manga, Atsumu’s dialect is incredibly noticeable and the way he speaks is informal and rough around the edges.

But in the English dub of the anime, the way he speaks is just… boring. Dry. Bland. Like a slice of plain ol’ Wonder bread. 😔

Manga Atsumu: Well? How’d ya like spiking?

Anime Atsumu: So, how’d you like being a spiker?

Manga Kags: ! It was fun. The way you put the ball up is really easy to hit, Miya-san.

Anime Kags: I found it interesting. And the sets you gave me were really easy to work with as well.

Manga Atsumu: Ain’t they? Anybody who can’t hit my sets sucks. That’s all there is to it.

Anime Atsumu: Yeah I know, right? Anyone who can’t hit one of my sets is a real waste of space.

If he were a spice, he’d be flour… 😒

Manga Atsumu: Y’know, Tobio-kun. Don’tcha think yer more cut out to play wing spiker than setter?

Anime Atsumu: But anyway, I wanted to ask you. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be a spiker?

Manga Kags: Why do you think that?

Anime Kags: Why would you ask that?

Manga Atsumu: Cuz you’ve always got your face screwed up in this ‘I’m thinkin’ reeeal hard” look when yer setting… But you looked like you were havin’ a blast when you were playin’ on the left side.

Anime Atsumu: You’ve had this real tense look on your face every time you’ve made a set. But then, it went away while you were playing on the wing.

Where’s the silliness? Huh? Where’s my goofy guy at?? 😤

Like seriously, they couldn’t find a voice actor with a little southern twang in their speech? Or one who could at least fake it?? Or at least someone who would put a little more emotion into my boy Atsumu???

I hate to say it, but they made him sound like just another generic background character. Which is such a damn shame.

#it’s the same with the rest of that team honestly #Osamu’s VA isn’t terrible I guess… but then again he’s not as outspoken as Atsumu so it’s not as noticeable #and none of y’all better come at me with ‘just watch the sub instead!’#because my answer is ✨No✨#I love love love the English dub of the first three seasons #so that’s what I’m used to #and honestly it’s funnier in English #Karly rewatches #haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu!! manga

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chaepink · 7 months

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thinking about...

bratty disobedient subs who absolutely love to be punished by you for being disobedient. whatever rules you have for him, he breaks them and watches with a sly grin as you get annoyed cause he knows he's in for a punishment that night. he wants you to absolutely break him and make him cry. dumb him down until he can't think or speak properly anymore, only choked out pleas and moans coming from him.

he especially loves it when you spank him. have him count the spanks and of course he would purposefully mess up right at the end to rile you up so that he could start all over again. he could easily get hard from a couple spanks to his ass and he'll shamelessly cum all over your legs and his chest with a mewl. oh and he loves edging! edge him over and over again till he cries and begs you to stop and let him cum but don't since you know he's faking it. keep edging him until you finally let him cum but dont stop there! keep making him cum till he's overstimulated and his mind has turned to mush.

gojo satoru, bakugo katsuki oikawa toru, tsukishima kei, kaminari denki, sukuna ryomen, atsumu miya, and whoever else you think fits this <3

note: this is a repost btw

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k1boluvr · 2 years

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y’all know those dudes that make NSFW role play audios??? i wanna write a smut about that now i gotta think about who in Haikyuu has the hottest voice Hmm

#honestly Atsumu.#like im talking about his sub voice #maybe Kenma??#but that’s low key ooc #NOYA MAYBE #idk man #im subbed to dudes that do this on Patreon #don’t judge #haikyuu smut #.mello speaks #.mellos ideas

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iwaasfairy · 6 months

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┌─ “ ! „ DECAY

tw. ddlg, noncon, daddy kink, dom & sub themes, forced threesome, patronization, manipulation, objectification, size kink wordcount. 4.4k

a/n. ♡ i wish i could have done more about this idea but i gave myself a bit of a word count limit for kinktober but don't be surprised if i end up writing more for this in the future jhydgusgfy i wanted to go more extreme but i was a bit bummed by the self imposed limitations kHdyugs iT IS What it is ily thank you for reading

miya atsumu x fem!reader x miya osamu

You’re pouting somethin’ fierce, and thick crocodile tears bead your lash line like diamonds.

Osamu’s not entirely sure when it started. If it started at all. Maybe things just happened to play out this way, and it was entirely coincidental, a whisper in the grander scheme of your relationship with his brother - all too small to mention. Maybe safer to say, he’s not sure when he started noticing it— but once he began, there was nothing to keep him from seeing it too vividly in every interaction.

You’ve been with Tsumu since your last year together in high school. Stuck with him through thick and thin, every busy month, each and every match and scandal and fallout - and Osamu’s nothing but grateful for that. You make him happy, Hell, even a blind man could see how the blond blossoms open when you’re around. Becoming a more grown, dependable version of himself. Some days Osamu blinks and it’s like his mirror image has far surpassed his own grounded maturity, leaving him behind in the dust. And it’s definitely you that brings that out in him - and he’s grateful.

But — he remembers the early days. More than maybe anyone else, Osamu remembers that it wasn’t always this way. You were definitely more soft and gentle than they were as teens, but you were no shrinking violet either. A decade ago, Atsumu would’ve been caught dead underestimating ya like he does with a glitter in his eye now. Like it’s a game the two of you are clued in on. Osamu’s eyes glide over the scene painted before him, sipping his beer from the couch.

“Aw, pet, you’ve gotta watch where yer goin’. C’mere, did that hurt?” Atsumu is knelt before you, cupping your face between two rough palms, as he kisses up and down your face. Your wobbly sniffles get hidden in his chest when he pulls you in, and rubs your back like you’re a toddler with a scraped knee. Your hands fist into his shirt before you take a deep breath, going up in his warmth. And his twin beams like he’s the happiest man on the planet, before going to pick you up with a bit too much practiced ease.

Osamu’s not against the pda. You’ve always been touchy, and Tsumu’s a clingy bastard at the best of times. “‘M so sorry, baby. Daddy almost walked straight over ya.” It’s more that he has a problem with. He looks away when Atsumu’s hands slide down to grip your ass and squeeze you extra close, looking down for another kiss that you give like it’s been practiced a hundred times. He’s not sure if the slight pout you have on is truly the pain though, or more the embarrassment he can see creep up your ears and cheeks.

“I’m sorry for getting in the way,” you whisper back, and by the time Osamu looks up Atsumu has made it back to the couch with a fresh beer, with you now positioned on his lap and wrapped around him like a baby koala. You don’t look over at him though, barely acknowledging the strange situation. Almost makes him feel like he’s the one that’s out of place, even though he came over on Atsumu’s request. Even though he was invited.

Samu takes another chug of his drink, before raising his brows, leaning in with an attempt to catch your eyes. “Yer not gonna have any? ‘S yer fridge we’re looting.” You only disconnect yourself from Atsumu’s chest to look at him with heat on your cheeks, perfectly treated hair shining as it falls along your shoulders.

“No, thank you. Atsum- uhm- d-daddy doesn’t let me have any unless we’re going out. It makes me get all bloated, so ‘s better I don’t.” Your long lashes flutter, before you smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Samu.” There’s a beat of silence where his twin seems to give him a look -one he can’t really make out- where Atsumu puts his own beer aside to pull you closer by your hips and wrap his arms around you like you’re best molten to his front. “Hey,” you whisper then, and Atsumu looks up, “can I move? My knees hurt a little like this.”

“‘S that right? Ya wanna turn so you can look at Samu too?” His brilliant smile is almost bright enough to make him ignore the possessive hands that travel too far down when helping you turn, or the almost-subtle groan he lets out when you wiggle back onto his lap. Osamu stares off into the kitchen instead. “You wanna sit ‘n look at someone else ‘cause I won’t do anything. Is daddy not good ‘nough? Maybe I spoil ya a lil’ too rotten.”

“‘M not rotten~, I do like sitting in your lap,” you squeak out almost sadly, starting to leave little pecks all over Atsumu’s lips as if to shut him up. That would probably be good, Osamu thinks. He doesn’t want to consider the possibility that you’re actually tempering him, but it sure does seem like it. “I’m just tired.” And though your voice drops to an almost whisper, he’s too aware of your pouted, glossy lips to not hear every word. Your hands trail through his hair, sliding down his neck with each slow breath. “Just- Daddy, don’t be upset. I’m trying my best.”

You look almost pained to say it, not that his twin cares. “Please don’t get mad.” Anything else passes over Osamu’s head. He just places the empty bottle by his feet and tries to ignore the way you’re now draped onto Atsumu’s lap like you two will start dry humping any second.

“‘M not mad, pretty girl.” The blond grabs two handfuls of ass and rocks your waist against him, making you squeak, before he runs his tongue along his teeth with a noise. “I’m just thinkin’ that I don't want Samu ta see ya like this.”

You whimper when Atsumu’s mouth glides along your jaw and throat, falling back into the couch -crown brushing Osamu’s thigh- when his twin pushes and presses a few kisses down your throat and chest. “Alright, let’s go out.” Then he pulls back flushed, and gets you up along with him. “Before daddy ends up fucking that pretty pussy with a live audience.” He ushers you towards the door with a few pats on your butt. “Go an’ get yer shoes, I’ll tie yer laces for ya, little girl.”

“I- I can really do it myself, ‘s fine.”

It only makes Atsumu puff out his chest, and stare you down with a hungry stare. “Go on, baby. Yer little enough to need my help.” You don’t say anything, but there’s a tense breath of silence that covers the room before you look away with shame written all over your expression.

Osamu’s too speechless to do much but just stare at the side of his brother’s face, who barely shows any emotion other than enjoyment at all. Seriously. It’s not like you to let someone just walk all over you. Or at least, it wasn’t like you, as far as he was concerned. Things have clearly changed. He frowns. “Do ya really have ta talk about ‘er like that when I’m around, stupid Tsumu? Keep it in yer pants, wouldya?”

Instead of the normally snappy reply that he’d expect, the blond just shrugs, tugging at his waistband like the tightness is a little uncomfortable. “Can’t help it. She’s so fuckin’ cute whinin’ and crying out for me.” Brown irises find Osamu’s, and he smiles. “You’d feel the same if ya saw what she can do.” He pats his thighs when you come back from the hall, and holds out his hands. “Come ‘ere, little princess. Daddy’ll dress ya right up.”

Your frilly little implication of a dress is bunched around your hips as he lets you down from another bear hug, and puts on a slight pout. “I’ll be back soon, baby. They need an emergency setter for just an hour of practice. Maybe two.”

“It’s never just one hour.”

The overly whiny request only makes Atsumu glitter more, as his eyes flick down your body and his tongue is caught between his teeth. Truly, the guy has absolutely no decency. This was supposed to be a fun weekend away from work for the three of ya. Not that Atsumu seems bothered by that. After a few seconds he kisses your forehead though, letting you lean into his arms and looking ever so teenie tiny compared to your boyfriend -they’ve both filled out in both size and muscle since high school after all- and it becomes even more apparent when Tsumu squeezes you under his chin. “If ya need anything ya’ll ask Samu, alright? Just pretend he’s me.”

You bat your lashes at him, but let your grip on him slowly be peeled off. “... Okay. Can I have dinner while you’re gone?”

“Hm, sure.” The blond runs his fingers through his hair. “Daddy’s gonna miss ya. I’m not gonna be gone fer long.” Then he eyes him with a grin that Osamu kind of wants to slap off of his cheeks. “Thanks for ‘sittin ‘er.” He doesn’t reply with a smart remark about him treating you like a dog, and just gives a vague hum instead. With that he gives the brunet a quick wave, and gathers his phone and keys on his way to the door. You linger around the entrance a bit longer, before slowly returning to the dinner table with slightly heated cheeks. You tuck your knees to your chest when you sit and reach for one of the side dishes — and he can’t help but say it when the door falls into lock.

“So, what’s all that about?”

“Hm?” Your head drops to the side slightly as you put some pickled radish in your mouth and hum. “Mm, this ‘s really good, Samu! Can I have some?”

“Help yerself,” he nods, and also slides the plates you can’t reach closer. It’s not like he doesn’t understand it at all. You’ve got that sort of puppy-eyes look down, big and round and soft wherever you look, no matter who you’re talking to. It’s the kind of gentleness that calls for protection, and he’s not even the possessive type, but despite that the feeling of being needed sits on his chest and longs to come out. But still. He can’t help but think Atsumu’s overplaying his cards. “Seriously though. You know ya can tell my shitty brother no, right? I’ll straighten ‘em out for ya.”

The words seem to process for a moment, before you load some more food onto your utensils and swallow it with a little noise of thoughtfulness. “I- I don’t know. Atsumu says he likes being the provider. At first it was just little stuff he helped with, and I thought it was nice to be cared for.” You fumble a little with the chopsticks when a piece of fish is extra slippery, and smile when he helps you out and picks it up, carrying it towards your mouth. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve fed myself instead of Tsumu doing it for me,” you softly mention. That’s weird, ain’t it? That’s definitely weird.

Still he’s carrying the food to your mouth, and be it instinct, or habit, you look too fuckin’ sweet waiting like a puppy for him to help out, big, doe-eyes and all.

You let the piece onto your tongue, before wrapping those pretty lips around and gratefully humming and — fuck. You don’t notice the way his brow ticks, but his stomach rolls with the realization. Instead of lingering too long on the implication that he might feel the same exact way as his twin, he lets you talk, after chewing for a while. “I just- I don’t like that he doesn’t ever take me seriously anymore. He thinks I can’t do anything by myself, even brushing my own teeth, or picking out clothes! It’s so- so frustrating-” you continue until you run out of air, and seem to suddenly realize who you’re talking to. “Oh, don’t tell Atsumu that. Please don’t tell him. He gets so upset and I don’t like it when he’s mad.”

Samu can’t help but just nod in agreement, not sure what else to say. He doesn’t think his brother would ever hurt ya. Then again, Samu also didn’t think his brother was much of a kink lifestyle sort of guy until the last few months— so clearly he doesn’t know everything anymore. And you seem… okay with it, right? He’s not sure, really. Would he even have the guts to tell Tsumu off if he was sure you weren’t? Instead of lingering on that uncomfortable possibility, he pivots. “Let’s watch somethin’? What do ya wanna see?”

Your eyes shimmer when they flick up, and you swallow before smiling. “Can I choose?” You wiggle in your seat. “Atsumu -w-well- daddy doesn’t let me watch scary stuff, but I’ve been dying to watch the Ring again.” You then lean into his space a little more, and he feels his heart skip a beat. “I assume I don’t have to snuggle up to you though? He did say to pretend you’re him but…” You wrap your thin sweater a little closer. “I’ll hold your hand? He can’t get mad that way.”

How can he say no when you’re staring at him with those fucken stars in your eyes? His fingers find yours on the table, and your hand feels way smaller and softer than his own work-worn ones. “Yeah, sure. But ya shouldn’t watch nothin’ ta give ya nightmares though…” The urge to pick you up and wrap you nice and safe in his embrace becomes stronger by the second, and his eyebrows furrow.

Atsumu is quick to descend on you in the safety of the separate room. His hands glide down your sides and hike up your shirt over your arms, before running his fingertips down the valley of your breasts. “Samu was nice to ya?”

“Mhm,” you bop your head a few times, shivering when the cooler air peaks your nipples and Tsumu brushes his thumb over them. “He was- r-really- ah daddy, that tickles.” Your voice trembles when he eyes you down, before letting his fingers trail down to your shorts instead. He motions your butt up and you lift yourself politely, letting him slide those down your legs too as he lifts one and starts placing kisses down your ankle up your leg. “You said we’d get ready for bed~”

“We are gettin’ ready,” his smile goes a little crooked when you bite your lip, “just curious ‘s all. Ya think Samu likes ya?” He lets you fall back onto the plush covers before walking into the ensuite and coming back with some skincare that he places unceremoniously onto the bedside table- and you frown. If your boyfriend asked you a few years ago, you’d assume he was just genuinely curious. About you getting along with his family, his twin, his other half. But now, there’s an agenda woven into the words. Always is.

“We get along well. Why?”

His lips jerk up, and with a simple shrug he continues. “He’s good too ya, ain’t he? An’ I’ve been thinking I want Samu to watch us some time.” You’re too shocked to say anything, but your mouth drops open. No.

No, it’s already embarrassing how he makes you whine and whimper like a pet for him when you’re alone. It’s embarrassing when he makes you call him daddy when there’s people around with no shame- like he gets off on it. But this- his hands find your face with a soaked cotton pad to start cleaning you with gentle motions, and you find your eyes starting to water. You hate that you’ve become this fragile little flower that can’t speak up when it matters. You’d like to think you’re still the same. But your lip wobbles too easily as Atsumu continues, and your voice cracks.

The mortification is too much to bear, it swallows you up whole. He couldn’t possibly make you. “I don’t want that.”

“What’s that?” he coos, eyelids hooded. He leans down to you more.

You push his hand away from your face and frown, but tears still spill over. You fucking hate being such a crybaby. “I don’t want Samu to watch us.” You still frown though, doing your best to blink away the waterworks. And instead of taking you seriously - of course - Tsumu tilts his head in that sort of understanding that you’re throwing a tantrum like a toddler might. But you’re serious. You mean it. His freshly washed hair falls over his brows, but his hands still find your shoulders to keep you in place below him.

“Aw, baby. Poor girl.” The soft rubbing of his thumb along your skin only makes you more shaky in that feeling, his eyes roaming your body before he pushes you back onto the bed and crawls onto it beside you, pulling you into his touch. It doesn’t escape you that you’re already naked and he’s still dressed, keeping you tight. “I didn’t mean to upset ya. Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” You swallow, and push against his chest with a slight whimper - why can’t he take you seriously?

“I mean it, Atsumu.”

Before you can say anything else he pinches your cheek hard, and his dark brows lace together. “Don’t be rude.” The darkness fades quickly, but he still doesn’t show any intention of letting you go. In fact, because of his strength against you you’re only forced deeper into his embrace, head pressed to his warm chest. “Daddy’ll take care of you. Always do, don’t I?” You open your mouth to retort, but he interrupts again, and squishes your cheeks together before placing a few patient kisses onto your pouty lips. “Listen to daddy. It’ll be fine.”

It’s so frustrating.

You want to move. You want to remove yourself from the situation he’s putting you in, or put on some fucking clothes, and instead you’re being mocked by him. Once more you try to give him a push for some space, but because he barely feels it or pretends not to, you don’t make a dent. “Tsumu, I don’t want to have sex with your brother watching~” you end up crying out, feeling the tears well up again. “Get off of me.” You start wiggling, as his hand wraps around your wrist and forces it to wrap around his body, clamping your hands together behind his back as he rolls over and starts kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be okay.” You want him to leave you alone. “My sweet little girl. You don’t gotta fight me, ‘m not doin’ nothing. I’m here for ya.” His heartbeat is so steady against you that it makes you want to shove him and scream in his face to fuck off, but of course you don’t. You don’t scream. You don’t push, or fight, or make yourself clear. All you can do is cry into his shirt as his smell wraps around you and you struggle to make the waterworks stop.

“Let go~” you sniffle into his shirt, and shiver when his hands start sliding down to pull you back onto him, forcing his thick, strong thigh between your legs. Your straining muscles give up after a while of pushing back, and his embrace still stays.

“Shush, little baby. I got ya, don’t worry yer pretty little head.”

“Daddy~” you whine softer this time, and don’t fight him when he nudges you face up to kiss him. He groans for a moment in what can only be satisfaction at winning the fight, before rolling over so you’re trapped under his heavy body, chest rising and falling against him. And as you try to stop crying, Atsumu has the nerve to rub your head like all of this isn’t his fault.

You can’t escape the heavy gaze anywhere you look. It’s suffocating. Not that you have much room to think about it between the way Tsumu’s taking up your space and forcing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can spread you open. It’s a brief reprieve from the prying eyes blocked by his broad back, but you know it will end. Because Tsumu didn’t just drag his twin here to know that someone’s watching. He wants to make a show of you. To show off the type of power he- oh. Your half-lidded eyes flutter open wider when his fingers spread open your slick and your pussy clenches around nothing.

And Atsumu grins. “Yer so quiet, baby. Are’ya shy?” You don’t answer that, instead trying to chase after his hand when he moves away, wrapping comparatively small hands around his wrist. You can feel the heat of Samu at the foot of the bed, uncomfortably perched onto it with his knee before he dips the mattress further, and your blinks get more rapid.

“Daddy… I- I don’t-”

“Hush,” he moves your other leg aside more, leaving you spread embarrassingly open before he dips his body and glides both hands under your ass, lifting you a few inches. His mouth descends without thinking, kisses and then tongue making you whimper as he eats you out. Not gently, but possessive, demanding licks that drag your split attention right back to him - only until Samu leans forward a little to get a better view. This is so fucking embarrassing. “Mh- Taste good, pretty thing.” Atsumu’s eyes have that same cocky, knowing look he always does when he gets you like this. You won’t do anything back, and he knows that. “Yer droolin’ all over my chin.”

You are. The slick’s coating his lips when he pulls back, trailing kisses up your thighs, before he slides two fingers inside your squelching pussy traitorously slow, and watches your face scrunch. He’s big. He always is, and knows it too, big hands, big thighs, chest, shoulders. Most of all, he’s fucked you enough times now to know that you can’t take him easily without prep, and even that is embarrassing. You could have gone a whole lifetime without having Osamu know that. Why did he even agree to this?

“Little brat,” Tsumu says after a few seconds, flicking your nipple painfully as he stares, clenching his jaw. “Don’t be rude. Samu came all the way out here to see ya, ‘n yer gonna lock up the whole time?” You swallow, and try to talk, but he instead curls his fingers inside your pussy and slides them deeper. Right where you can’t handle them, until you have no choice but to curl and wiggle away from him, mouth pulling open to moan.

“Ah, agh, daddy! Daddy, daddy.” Samu’s broad shouldered figure being barely dressed in a tank and boxers, along with Atsumu’s almost godly physique hanging over you is too much. You shut your eyes. “I can’t- f-focus.” You hold onto his arm as he fucks his fingers in and out of you for long enough that your entire body starts tingling, before he peels you off and turns you over. Rough hands hike you onto your knees, and your ass up in the air before his rough palm lands hard and sends a stinging heat through your legs. “Ow, ow~”

“That’s more like it. I know yer a noisy little bitch.” He rubs your lips up and down with his thumb a few more times, before you hear the sound of boxers being peeled off. “Now, what do ya say when daddy will give ya something ya want?”

He presses the hot head of his cock against you but doesn’t push in yet, and your poor pussy clenches around nothing as tears fill your eyes and you grip two fistfuls of pillow. You can’t say it. Not with Samu sitting right there, judging you both for- another sharp spank makes you shiver, and you whimper into the pillow. The sting aches until heat blooms under the damaged skin, and you unclench your teeth. “Please, daddy? Please fuck me.” You doubt you’re stretched enough to take him comfortably, even with the fingering and all the wetness coating your puffy pussy and the inside of your thighs. “Pretty please?”

There’s a few moments before his hand presses down on your back and his cock slides inside, and you do your best not to gasp too much feeling him force you open. It aches though, and you have to widen your knees to make room and— God it feels so good. You’re not sure whether to cry because of the feeling, or because you can’t stop yourself from moaning high pitched and whiny like a whore putting on her best performance. You really can’t help it. “Agh, ah- d-daddy, move, please.” The heavy weight of his cock bottoms out and he presses his heavy balls against you for a few seconds, before pulling out with a groan.

The motion pulls your entire body back, only stopped by his hand, like you’re some cocksleeve— and you cry harder. “Ah, ah, ugh— Atsumu,” you pout, and he pets your head.

“I’m right here, doll. Does that feel good?” You nod, and cling on, before opening your eyes to look at him with his thighs right next to your head and stroking his cock with an almost torturous pace. You whimper when being bottomed out into, and then your eyes shoot open. You can’t turn, but the low groan Samu lets out when you clench hard around him, says enough— and Tsumu laughs as he watches you panic and your bottom lip wobble, petting your head. Like this is all some big game, keeping you down under his hand while you shake your head.

“No, no- you said- you said he’d watch- agh, daddy! No, no no no, you promised! You promised.” You can’t stop yourself from moaning when he hits deep inside, fucking you much too well. Your mouth falls open as you try to stop the sound, but Tsumu’s touch only gets more demanding as his twin picks up the pace.

“Shhh, shhh, Samu likes ya so~ much. It’s just this one time. And then daddy’ll take good care of ya, promise.”

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