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lil-smutier · 2 years

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I had the best idea

So I was listening to nabillera by Hyuna and I had this image of a roommate au

So basically everyone at the age of 18 in college is given a roommate and reader who is a famous gamer has a little crush ( Osamu ) and he just so happens to be their roommate-

I am very big brain

Hello there again :)) I really enjoyed writing this ask!! So thank you for sending it in :D and I hope you enjoy reading !

- Chicken with Osamu -

Osamu Miya likes to pride himself on a lot of things. He likes to pride himself that he’s good at cooking, that he has a strong will and that his determination to be the best version of himself cannot be matched. He also likes to pride himself over the fact that he beat his twin in almost every single Super Smash Bros match they played.

He’d say he’s pretty good at that game.

That was until he met you. You were just supposed to be a simple, average college student that ended up being his roommate… you were also apparently a famous twitch streamer, he had forgotten what you told him your username was, but what he was quick to learn was that you were ridiculously good at playing games — one of those being Super Smash Bros ( who could blame you? It was a really popular game! ).

It started with little jabs at each other about who was truly the best gamer. “I’d totally wreck your ass with someone as small as Kirby.” You’d tell him cockily, leaving him to squint his eyes at you, offering a sarcastic scoff in return. Then it continued to small challenges; bets on who would be cooking dinner that night, or who would clean up the dorm you both were assigned to depending on whoever won the usual set of ‘best of three’. Thing is, Osamu always lost. He swore he was losing hair at the rate by which you consistently beat him level by. Stupid. Level.

As of now, it was an almost nightly thing; a game night, if you would. You and your roommate sat on the carpeted floor, backs resting on the sofa behind you as your fingers mashed at the buttons and joystick on your controllers. “come on come on come onnnn—FUCK!!” The dark haired male cried out as you cackled triumphantly, “No— I can’t believe this— shut up _________ stop laughing!!” he whined, tossing a couch pillow at you. “Ha… I’m — I’m sorry Samu~” you choked out between giggles, “you don’t look very sorry.” He grumbled, putting down his controller and getting up to make dinner — again.

“But I ammmmm!” You announced from where you were still seated to your shared kitchen, “You know I love you~” you teased, not realising that as you got up and headed to your room to stream, you failed to notice the bright red blush Osamu was sporting at your nonchalant comment.

Osamu knew you were streaming, that most likely meant you had your headphones on and wouldn’t hear him knocking — so he didn’t, it wasn’t like he was barging in on anything bad anyways, your webcam was placed away from the door so he wouldn’t be in frame when he entered. Time for some payback. He decided, taking your plate of red roe onigiri on the corner of your desk, “Dinner is served my love~” he declared cheekily, holding a raised brow at your flustered expression before heading out of the room seemingly unbothered.

You swore your face was flaming. It didn’t help that your chat was graciously spamming you with questions about what they all had just heard clear as day:

‘Omg do you have a boyfriend??’

‘Who was that guy? ;)’

‘Show us the boyfriend!!’

God… you were somewhat thankful your face was only half in frame as you politely declined answering all the questions you could read while they zipped by, reasoning that it was a ‘private matter you would attend to later on’ ; it seemed to calm them down for the time being, but knowing your fan base, it would be maybe about a few days? ( maybe hours?? ) before conspiracy theories and edits and the like would be posted about you on every social media platform.

That night you ended your stream with your face in your hands; a silent groan escaping you as you pouted at the empty plate on your desk. The food was amazing, it always was, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for always forcing Osamu to cook for you — even if he lost fair and square. Truth be told, you’ve liked the guy, ever since you saw him and his twin, Atsumu, and you were beyond excited ( and nervous ) when you heard that you two would be bunking together for the rest of your final semester.

Your comment about loving him slipped out so easily it kinda scared you even, everything felt so…domestic from the beginning; whether that’d be Osamu cooking dinners amongst other meals for you, or you helping out with the cleaning and tidying whenever he was away at practice. He was probably joking when he said what he said, “A taste of your own medicine”, he’d say. The next day, the both of you pretended nothing happened. It felt like a dream of some sort, but you swear it was a real happening that occurred.

A couple weeks pass and you frown when you see the takeout container in Osamu’s hand. “No game-night tonight?” You frown deeper, giving him the biggest puppy eyes you could to trick him into giving in; but your roommate held his stance. “Nope. I hate to admit it, but I’m tired of you beating me over and over again; hell, we even played so many different games and I still lost!” A tiny grin breaks its way out of your grumpy facade, causing him to smile too, “Stop it~! I can’t believe the great ____________ is bullying me~!” he cries dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes for effect; you giggle.

“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so bad at literally every single game Samu.” There’s a challenge in your voice, and even though the younger twin is tired of losing, he still was too stubborn to back down from such an obvious invitation. “Name your price.” He countered, a sharp glint in his eyes you couldn’t have mistaken for anything other than determination. “It’s up to the winner,” You shrug, turning your back to him as you begin to head to your room, “a game of chicken.” and with that, you smile knowingly, shutting your door behind you and leaving a stunned Osamu Miya frozen for a good amount of time.

This was by far the worst game of chicken you had ever encountered.

It started with the both of you throwing in occasional flirty comments and pet names here and there, careful not to overdo it in case it got too expected — which it did, so you had to step up your game. You moved onto subtle, feather-like fleeting touches that would drive your usually unphasable roommate crazy; purposely brushing up against him when you needed to get something in your ridiculously tiny kitchen, or making sure to bump shoulders with him every game night you guys had, saying it was ‘mini-sabotage’.

Osamu too, stepped up his game after that. Randomly cooking your favourite foods for meals other than dinner ( those meals were exclusively reserved for times he wasn’t forced to cook. ) , leaving his spare warm up sweaters that he knew you enjoyed snuggling in because they were baggy and loose on you at home and nearby your room so you could steal them, and even cleaning up your gaming setup for you when you were too tired from classwork to do so; giving it a nice wipe down before spritzing it with a light spray of sanitizer.

You both forgot about the game after a while, enjoying the company the other had given with immense joy. Then Atsumu came over. He claimed that Suna had kicked him out for being a slob, but a part of you knew deep down that it was really because he missed his brother. What you didn’t expect though, was him commenting on how you and his twin seemed to get along very well, clearly hinting at how he “knew you both were dating” ( if the wiggling of those blonde eyebrows had anything to say about it ). You flushed at the fox’s comment, looking towards Osamu for him to flat out deny it.

It saddened you that you knew your little trick was up, that he’d either hate you forever; or that it would become insanely awkward for the good few months you had left as roommates. But to everyone’s surprise — even Osamu’s — the darker haired male was silent. A pale dusting of pink crossed across his pale features, and he said nothing to disagree with what his brother had assumed.

“I fucking knew it.” Atsumu grinned, “I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!” he all but screeched, almost jumping up and down on the spot as he smiled widely and wildly at the both of you. During the whole ordeal, you tugged on Osamu’s sleeve, causing him to look at you shyly, “Really?” you asked him directly, hopeful, “Really.”

Maybe that game of chicken wasn’t as bad of an idea as you thought it was after all.

#miya osamu #osamu miya #haikyuu!!#osamu miya fluff #miya osamu fluff #miya osamu imagines #osamu miya imagine #Atsumu is a little shit #osamu #Miya

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kitas-cleaning-supplies · 3 months

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so many sakuatsu fic ideas i wanna write, yet here i am, having them throw raw eggs-

#okay but it's true to them (assholes) so-#should be done by the weekend and the fic overall in a little bit more-#(ignoring my main wip)#haikyuu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #writing #maz rambles #foxglove server shit

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coffeehashira · 2 years

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your first date

it's all fun, wonderful, interesting, full of conversations and discussions

they walk you home and you stand near doors of a building

and suddenly they lean forward catching you off guard

yes, you've thought about it already... but it's too fast, yeah? there's no need to hurry! oh nooo they're so close... what should you do? you're not ready at all! you...

and then they laugh

— what's with this face? there was a bug on your shoulder. or did you think I was going to kiss you? so cute.

ofc you get pouty bc yes, you did! and they've the audacity to mock at you. clearly you see this fucking teasing in their eyes - oh they definitely know about their actions and do it on purpose

ugh what a shame. dorks. you don't want to feed their ego even more, so you take a step aside

but they grab you by the hips and lift you off the ground

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luminouschaotic · 2 years

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osamu follows the official ritz crackers account on tiktok for the sole purpose of tagging aran in the comment section of every video

#whenever we talk abt the twins being menaces to aran it’s always atsumu which is hilarious but like #let osamu be annoying too !! he deserves the chance to be a little shit to his friends #haikyuu #osamu miya #aran ojiro #el rambles

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houseoftheanimefreak · 1 year

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Sakusa: Can I go?

Suna: Nah, stick around

Sakusa: ...you all never want me to stick around–

Atsumu: Next one!

Osamu: Komori!

Atsumu: MOTHER–

Komori: Father! Now you, Kiyo!

Sakusa: Brother! I love word association games–

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu incorrect quotes #inccorect quotes #sanders sides incorrect quotes #basically just atsumu being a whiny bitch and the Osamu-Suna-Komori trio clowning on him #sakusa is simultaneously touched and revolted by this public display of common human decency #honestly i have had such a fixation on these little shits since february its fucking ridiculous–

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bagsyy · 7 months

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thinking abt a trashy vegas wedding w atsumu... he proposes and both of you are like “i don’t wanna wait if you don’t wanna wait” and it’s like. eloping is sooo atsumu he’s so impulsive once he realizes that he wants to marry you that’s all he can think about. and everything always feels so much lighter when you’re with him he’s sunshine personified so why wouldn’t you drop everything and say i do. and even though atsumu’s a show off he feels like a big wedding would just be so stressful and annoying. when the two of you start wedding planning and ppl warn him about how they don’t remember anything from their weddings because they were too busy thanking everyone for coming, that they didn’t even get to sit down to eat together... and he’s like “...why the fuck would we do that?”

#like he’s so impulsive and wants to have a good time #and he’s like #babe just hear me out #and you’re like no atsumu trust me you have been HEARD #wedding planning is stressful! i don’t want to do this shit!#like the two of you just keep convincing the other that it’s a good idea even though you’re both on board and it’s like #why are we even still talking about this #you two pack your bags and get on the next available flight #your dress is a short satin number from a quaint little boutique and the veil is from party city #may or may not have a tiara attached for shits and gigs #he’s wearing his good suit and the cologne that you like #you write your vows on in n out napkins and get married by an elvis impersonator and atsumu cries like a BITCH #share a heart shaped pizza and a bottle of prosecco in the hotel room #i love him sm i am going to explode him with my mind #haikyuu #atsumu word vomit

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nekomamiiz · 2 years

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the best thing about living in a small town is that work is never busy and sometimes even empty for hours at a time so i get all the time i want to read about fictional pp :)))

#reading a multi chapter atsumu fic and it’s probably the highlight of my entire week #i love that man more than i thought #anyway work is dead #and of course there’s little to no stock #damn you sephora #shit talkin’ izzy

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sunarc · 8 months

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Exes who convince you to get back with them by fucking you until you’re cumming and making a mess on his cock. He’ll have you in a mating press just so he can get a perfect view of how your pussy clenches around him. He knows every spot to make you tremble. He’s cocky about it. It’s almost a cycle for him. You’ll storm out telling him how you’re done with his shit. You'll slam the door telling him you never want to see him again. Yet somehow you always end up in the same position, ankles resting on his shoulder taking his cock babbling about how you love him so much.

“Mmh, I love you so much baby” your words are a memorized pattern that you always find yourself drooling whenever you’re with him.

He chuckles, eyes never leaving the area where you two connect. The squelching sounds of your hole are almost as loud as your moans

“You love me baby?” he groans “ This pussy loves me too, listen to how she’s purring”

His thrusts are rough. You’re almost positive the neighbors are sick of the two of you. He’s in a trance. All he can think about is making you cum on his cock. The way your hole squeezes him only fuels him. He can’t help but admit how much he missed this. The way you call his name is like music to his ears. He hasn’t heard your pretty voice beg him to let you cum in so long. He’s savoring this moment. His hips meet your roughly grunting each time he bottoms out.

“Thought you said you were done with me” he knows he should be thankful he has you back but he’s so cocky he can’t help but tease you a little. You look away embarrassment flooding through you.

“Look at me baby” he growls “ Look at how much your pussy missed me” his eyes are trained on the way you suck him in.

“You missed this cock didn’t you?” He knows his words are getting to you. Your whimpers grow louder. All you can do is give in and admit your truth.

“Missed you so much baby” your voice is shaky. Your eyes meet his and he has a smirk on his face hearing your words. He places his hand on your stomach, feeling where his cock is.

"You feel that baby?" his eyes switch back and forth between the creamy mess your making on his cock and the bulge that shows where his cock presses inside of you.

He leans down to put his head into your neck to leave wet kisses. His hands wrap around you pulling you close. His groans fill your ears and for a moment you want to never hear anything other than that again.

“You’re mine” his words match his thrust You can feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm. "Say it" he growls. His thrust are sloppy. His mind floods with his claim over you. You want to speak, to give him an answer but you feel so fucked out of your mind all you can do and whimper and moan. He chuckles watching you practically go dumb from his cock.

“I guess i gotta fuck you until you remember who’s pussy this is”

Matsukawa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Osamu, Suna, Sukuna, Toji, Gojo, Tsukishima, Semi, Geto

tag: @smoothopz , @ykimobessed , @mizloca

let me know if any of you would like to be added to my tag list for other works

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amateurasterism · 1 year

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your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.

GOJO SATORU, ryouta kise, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, BOKUTO KOTARO, edogawa ranpo, DAZAI OSAMU, jean kirschten, CONNIE SPRINGER, eren yeager

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

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teamatsumu · 3 months

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compression. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

summary: atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.

word count: 1172

warnings: swearing, very mildly suggestive (if you squint), detailed descriptions of kiyoomi’s arms in compression sleeves so it’s not for the faint hearted

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

When you studied Marketing and Communications in university, you didn’t exactly anticipate that your future would include you managing a V League Division 1 sports team. But every day when you went into work, you thanked the gods above that this is where your career path had led you, because that meant you could ogle Sakusa Kiyoomi and his infamous compression sleeves all day.

Oftentimes you were certain Kiyoomi didn’t mean anything by them. For him, they were practical. They kept his arms taut and ready for the ball. They made his movements sharper. He received the ball better. He didn’t have to feel his bare skin on the dirty court. These were all reasons you had heard straight out of his mouth. When you heard him mention them so nonchalantly, it almost made you feel bad for the absolutely sinful- borderline deranged- thoughts you had in your head about the way those sleeves made his arms look.

You were well aware of the kind of thoughts Kiyoomi’s choice of athletic wear caused among his fans. To put it simply and bluntly, they went feral over it. There were whole Twitter accounts dedicated to just his arms, or his chest. And as someone who often managed social media profiles for some of the members, you got to see the most unhinged of these comments with your own two eyes. And you would be the first to (secretly) admit that you agreed with 90% of what was being said, because holy shit did those sleeves do something to you.

Most of the time during practice, you could feel your eyes drift back over to the man in question, wearing a black sports tee and those godforsaken sleeves, working up quite the set as they played set after set to prepare for their next game. As the hours passed, Kiyoomi would get more and more disheveled, curls becoming unruly enough that he would grab a towel, biceps flexing as he ran it over the nape of his neck and dipped into the collar of his shirt. Christ almighty.

You should’ve known that you would eventually get caught. But if it was anyone who would notice, you had expected it to be Meian or maybe Coach Foster. But the person who did bring it up to you happened to be the biggest nightmare in this scenario; Miya Atsumu.

“Ya should be a little less obvious ‘bout it.” He commented when he trudged over to the bench where you sat, grabbing a water bottle and beginning to chug. You tore your eyes from Kiyoomi who now had his back to you, the muscles under his shirt flexing with every movement. You raised an eyebrow at the blond, not yet correlating his words with your hidden obsession. He placed the bottle down and placed a hand on his hip, giving you a knowing smirk.

“A blind grandma could notice the way yer lookin’ at him.”

Your eyes widened and cheeks flamed when he nudged his head in Kiyoomi’s direction, and you knew you had been caught. You clenched your jaw hard.

“You say a single word-”

He threw his hands up as if in surrender, effectively silencing your threat in its tracks.

“I won’t, promise! But there is one thing…..”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. Of course, of fucking course he would blackmail you with this.

“What do you want?” You deadpanned, glaring at him and preparing for the worst.

Atsumu looked a bit affronted, as if the mere insinuation that he might want something was preposterous to him. You gave him another tired look, until he sighed and gave up, plopping down heavily on the bench next to you.

“A phone number. Ya know that cute girl who comes by once a month? From the Volleyball Association?”

“No.”

Atsumu’s mouth dropped like a child who just got slapped. “Hey c’mon! Ya didn’t even hear me out!”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a characteristic frontal headache begin to build, courtesy of Miya Atsumu. “I’m tired of setting you up with people, Tsumu! It won’t end well, as always-”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with his compression sleeves.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I can get hundreds of those off the internet.”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with just his compression sleeves.”

That made you halt in your tracks. You searched Atsumu’s face for any form of mockery or lie, and you found none. Your eyebrows shot up when you realized he was being serious.

“In the locker room. I can get it for ya today.”

Oh my god. Instinctively, your eyes darted over to the man in question, who was talking to Hinata about something. It looked like volleyball tips since he had his arms before him in a receiving position, and Hinata was rapidly nodding to what he was saying.

“No.” You shook your head. “No, that’s wrong.”

“I’ll take a selfie with him, yeah? He will know there’s a photo. And I can send it in the groupchat.”

You look back at Atsumu, seriously contemplating his offer. He kept yapping, as per usual, thinking that the more he talked, the likelier it would be to convince you. And the bastard was right, it was working.

“No one else will bat an eye. We see each other in the lockers all the time. No big deal.”

You bit your lip in thought. The possibility of seeing Kiyoomi shirtless and only in compression sleeves had your pulse rising.

“And you just want her number in return?”

Atsumu nodded eagerly. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare.

“Send the picture. Then I will give you the number.”

His triumphant grin made it feel like he had already won. “Deal.”

That evening, when your phone pinged with a text notification, you nearly flew across the bed to grab it, opening the picture Atsumu sent in the groupchat with eager fingers and freezing as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Atsumu had held up his end of the bargain spectacularly.

He had taken the picture with Kiyoomi a little further in the background, so he could get the man’s full torso in it. He was facing slightly away from the camera, but his face was turned towards it, capturing the scowl between his eyebrows and the little pout of his mouth. He was gloriously shirtless, still a bit sweaty from practice, and he held his shirt in his hand, one arm flexed as he held it while the other was held carelessly by his side, compression sleeves hugging the cords of toned muscles just right.

There was another ping, pulling you out of your trance and making you realize just how dry your mouth had gotten. Atsumu had messaged you privately.

“My payment? ;)”

You rolled your eyes and sent him the number, immediately going back to the picture and starring it for future reference, a tiny smile quirking up the corner of your lip as you did so.

#msby sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa fluff #haikyuu msby #hq sakusa #sakusa x you

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hqkalon · 11 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐒. 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍

cw— nsfw, coitus, riding, pleading, creampie, dirty talk & overstim.

an: not proofread, I've been a busy woman this week !!

GROANERS — “fuuckk yeah, baby. just like that.” he bounced your lower half up and down his shaft, hearing the sinful sound of skin on skin clapping within each movement. sweet nothings feel from your lips with your palms planted against his chest, holding yourself up. "so full." you whined as the tip of his cock repeatedly kissed your cervix, balls deep inside your poor pussy. "yeah? you like that shit don't you." he teased, angling at that perfect spot which has your filthy cunt squeezing so desperately. "mmm, that's it princess. keep squeezing me just like that." he choked out with a rasp as you felt your core close in with unspeakable pleasure.

“m-more, more, more!”, you plead feeling your high near as he rose your hips above his dick before slamming you back down his length, “hnngh shit." heat poured through your core as your vision saw red and black. walls fluttering around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, "hahh, fuck, fuck, fuckk." he lowly grunted, using your cunt as his personally fleshlight as your legs began to quiver. "t'much baby." sinful moans fell from your lips, "yeah? almost there." his voice shook as he relentlessly fucked into your, feeling his dick twitch inside you as his breathing became heavier. "ooh shitt." he groaned, before shooting his warm load inside you. slowly riding out his high.

yami, toji, eren, geto ??, dabi, tengen, atsumu, kuroo, zeke, crocodile, zoro, shidou, suna

WHIMPERERS — his hands palming the fat of your ass as he subconsciously thrusts up, angling at your g-spot. “ooh shit angel.” his voice shook a bit, biting his lip to silence any escaping moans as his thrust staggered a little before wrapping his arms around your waist, locking your body in place as he pounded into your aching cunt. “mphhm!” your arms latched around his neck, feeling that fuzzy warmth look throughout your lower half as he chased his high. “y-your squeezing me so good.” he moaned with a strained voice.

“ahh, slow down!” you panted against his ear as the pace of his thrusts did everything, but slow down. “so mph-close.” his eyes screwed shut as he planted his feet on the mattress, “nghh, so close.. so closee!” he whined, thrusting deeper into your sweet spot. “f-fuckk m’about to cum.” you cried, feeling your nerves bundle together in pleasure, “hahh, bouta cum too!” his mouth gaped as his toes gripped the sheets beneath him, thrusting at an animalistic pace. soft moans fell from your lips as your orgasm washed over you, clenching around him so perfect. “fuck, fuck, fuckk! c-cumming, cumming!” broken moans slept past his lips, spurting his warm seed inside you.

hinata, armin, kenma, bokuto, rengoku, choso (idc idc), sanji

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noosayog · 1 year

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[Said Enough] Suna might have said too much but what's he supposed to do if you won't let him apologize?

wc: 1k

contents/warnings: angst(!!!) to fluff, quick drabble bc my Atsumu exes to lovers longfic isn't writing itself

“Oh,” you say. You stare at Suna and he watches you blink once before the last bit of light in your eyes dies out, irises glazing over.

Shit, he thinks. He’s running after you because he realizes what’s about to happen next.

All that comes out of your mouth is “okay. Um. I’ll just…” you don’t finish that sentence before running to the bathroom and locking the door shut.

He runs after you, but you beat him to it. The door slammed in his face, Suna rests his forehead against the wood and lays a flat palm on the divider between you two. “Baby…”

He doesn’t know what to say. He can hear your sobs and hiccups through the door, frustrated that he’s the cause but can’t get to you.

Scared to death thinking about what giving you your space could mean for the two of you.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Can you please open the door so we can talk?” but he knows it’s a lost cause. It’s been a lost cause since you beat him to the door. Turning around so that his back is against the door, he crumples down to the floor, head buried in his hands.

He should’ve known the second he saw the shutter in your eyes. He should’ve- fuck - he should’ve grabbed onto you to stop you from closing that door and shutting yourself away. He completely deserves to be single after the hurtful things he said to you tonight, and he wants a chance to apologize. Preferably, to your face. But with a literal wall between you two, you now have all night to think about what he said. All night to realize you deserve better. All night to conclude that you should leave him. Nothing scares him more than the look you’ll give him in the morning when you realize how much he doesn’t deserve you.

The rest of the night is spent periodically checking in on you and sending apologies through the walls. Your sobbing eventually quiets down into slow, measured deep breaths and but that brings little comfort. He can only hope you’re peacefully asleep and not awake to gather your thoughts and solidify your breakup speech for him.

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Suna’s jolted awake next morning when the wall he’s leaning against suddenly shifts. He’s falling backwards as the door slowly opens, revealing your swollen cheeks and red eyes.

As if his nightmares have come true, there’s no uncertainty in your expression. It’s polite and shuttered.

“Rintaro,” you rasp, voice gravelly.

He’s already shaking his head.

“I think we should-”

He can’t let you finish that sentence. If this is the last chance he’s been waiting for, he needs to do something. So he puts both hands on your shoulders, gently, and looks straight into your eyes. It takes a surprising amount of courage to face that foreign look you’re fixing him with, and he realizes how lucky he has been to always be on the receiving end of your warm gaze and easy smiles.

“Please,” he whispers, almost begging. “Give me a chance to say I’m sorry.”

“I think you’ve said enough,” you respond, avoiding his eyes.

“Sometimes,” he starts. “Sometimes, I say too much and I’ll try harder to not do that. But more than that, I don’t say enough. I don’t tell you I love you enough and I don’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you do for me enough. I also don’t say I’m sorry enough but I want to stop doing things that I’d need to apologize for.”

You’re still not looking at him, but your lips are wavering and your eyes are watering.

“But I can’t change last night, so I want to apologize. I’m so, so sorry, baby. I’ll say it as many times as I need to.” As many times as you’ll allow me to.

His heart is palpitating and he can feel his pulse racing so hard, he can feel it through his veins. He wants to clench his fist to channel the nerves elsewhere, but they’re on your shoulders, and after last night, he can’t even think of treating you with anything other than the gentlest of touches. So you can understand how much you mean to him and how much he means to take care of you.

Yes, he didn’t mean any of the things he said last night, but he does mean to treat you well. He only hopes those intentions are enough.

Suna puts a hand on your cheeks and wipes the tears away with his thumbs, fingers lingering. Your tears don’t stop and the hiccups are starting again. You’re shaking your head at him and his heart drops. He hasn’t thought about what he would do if you don’t accept his apology. His voice is shaking a bit as he pleads his case.

“I… don’t want to break up,” the last two words whispered, as if he was scared that saying them aloud would give them power.

You’re sobbing, not saying anything, just shaking your head.

Suna doesn’t know what that means, only desperately hoping that you mean you don’t want to separate either. He throws his arms around you, tightly crushing you against his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for impact, and he can hardly believe it when you reciprocate.

“You were so mean to me, Rin,” you blubber.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

“I hate you,” you’re wailing right into his neck now.

“I know, I know. I love you.”

When your sobs finally settle down, you keep your arms around his neck. “Rin, I’m sleepy,” you murmur, nuzzling into him.

He hums, the relief and lack of sleep hitting him all at once. He’s just as unwilling to let you go as you’re unwilling to let him go, so he picks you up by the thighs and takes you to get the sleep you both missed out on last night.

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remi-thirsts · 18 days

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❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ❞

pairing: r. suna x fem!reader summary: Headcanons abt ur man who loves to record his fav girl ! content: very suggestive, established relationship, (p -> v), oral (f + m receiving), fingering, pet names (baby), cursing, filming (consensual for both parties), teasing (when is suna not teasing?), lmk if I missed anything. (kind of a soft smut release since i'm not confident)

✧ bf!suna who whips out his phone anytime you wear anything that's tight around your curves.

"Okay Rin, I'm coming out tell me what you think of this dress." He lets out an uninterested hum, because you've been in the store for at least two hours. You need a new dress for your cousin's birthday party.

When you walk out and give him a little twirl he immediately exits whatever game he was playing to pass the time and opens the camera app.

"Holy shit, look at that ass baby. Mmm and those pretty tits."

"Can you focus for like one second?

✧ bf!suna who sends you horny videos throughout the day, because he misses you.

dookie butt 😝💖 [1 video attachment] look what u do to me

you -boyyyy i'm at work rn -but holy fuck... you moan so loud that i had to turn my volume down and i think i got looks from people

dookie butt 😝💖 so.... no titties ?

you ding ding ding ! you win blue balls

dookie butt 😝💖 at least send me some ass 😒

✧ bf!suna has a whole ALBUM on his phone of videos of you two fucking.

✧ bf!suna loves watching that one video where it's so shaky and you can barely tell what's going on, but he knows. He was eating you out so good, he had you back arching off of the bed, and your toes curling. You couldn't even hold the phone properly like he asked you too. Being the meanie he is he continued to harshly suck on your clit and hit your g-spot with his, long, experienced, rough fingers even after you came. You ended up squirting all over his face..

✧ bf!suna LOVES to record his dick bulging in your belly. That's how he knows he's hitting it good.

✧ bf!suna comes up with all these ridiculous scenarios/roleplays that you always seem to agree to do with him. He records ALL of them.

✧ bf!suna saves every single nude you send him, because despite what you say he thinks you're beautiful all day everyday.

✧ bf!suna sends you Twitter links asking if you wanna recreate them. Anytime he watches them he can only think about you and himself.

✧ bf!suna has no shame and will watch your homemade videos even with his friends around.

"Damn, Rin whatever yer watching must be really interestin'!" Atsumu spits sarcasm at the EJP middle blocker.

"Way more interesting than you by a long shot." Suna calmly replies which pisses his friend off even more. The blond snatches Suna's phone. Only to hand it back seconds later with a flushed face, "Gosh yer a pervert, Sunarin, a pervert."

✧ bf!suna is like a photographer when you get a new lingerie set. He'll ask you to make different poses and stand at different angles so he can get "the best possible picture"

✧ bf!suna sends you audios of him moaning because he knows you love it.

dookie butt 😝💖 [1 audio attachment] :3

you RIN. I'M MELTING WTF U SOUND SO HOT

dookie butt 😝💖 u should send something back to show ur appreciation

you 🫡

✧ bf!suna never posts or shares your videos unless you ask him too, and the ones he does share with the internet are the ones where no one can see your faces.

✧ bf!suna all in all loves you and your beauty. Every single video he's recorded is proof of that. When you watch them, you notice the little things, like how he'll prop up a pillow for you, or how he'll quietly ask if it's okay for him to keep going and whatnot. Many would think that he's just horny all the time and doesn't care about you, but he does care. Way more than haters will realize.

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luvring · 2 months

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AN INCH BETWEEN US

osamu x gn!reader | ~800 words, he calls you hon once, you're getting married! :3

“you don’t usually get nervous.”

“well,”—osamu fiddles with his cufflink, eyes trained on the metal around his finger—“today’s kind of a big deal, isn’t it?”

make sure you don’t see each other before you get out there, atsumu warned as he pat your fiancé’s back. bad luck or somethin’.

doesn’t make sense if we’re doin’ a first look, idiot.

oh, shut up. don’t look at each other ’til then, then!

your back rests against the door, his on the other side keeping it from closing. maybe it’s just a silly superstition, but it cements today as something real, reminds you that it’s happening.

you reach your hand around to search for his own. “at least we’ll be together the whole time. and then we can say goodbye, and go home, and get out of these clothes, and sleep—”

osamu groans and rests his head against the wood—you don’t think he’s slept properly in two weeks, head scrambled and busy with preparations and the same nervous buzz as yours; the fact that he fell asleep before 1am last night was a miracle.

his hand finds yours, engagement ring resting cool against your skin, palm warm and a little rough. he mumbles, “thank god i closed the shop for a few days, if you told me to wake up any earlier than 9 tomorrow i think i’d die.”

“why are you- we haven’t even gotten to the actual wedding, ’samu.”

“okay? i’m tired and ’m gonna get even more tired. i just wanna cuddle at home. can a man not dream?” he defends, and all but whines. you snort but relent, letting him pull your hand closer and settle into a quiet.

“what if i fall?” he blurts out.

“...what?” a laugh escapes you. “you won’t fall.”

“i could trip down the aisle.”

“you won't.”

he squeezes your fingers. “didn’t realize i was marrying someone who could see the future?”

“’samu. you won’t fall, but if you get in my head and i fall, i’m blaming you,” you warn with a teasing lilt.

a beat passes, and you can tell he’s smiling as you stare at the couch ahead of you.

sitting on a wooden hotel floor, wedding attire on and hair not done, bed covered in supplies and friends’ outfits, the buzz of the air conditioner making it a little too cold in your room—you think you’re content like this, because at least you’re here with him.

shuffling a little closer, he says your name.

“hm?”

the inch between you feels a little bigger as osamu lifts your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger a second longer than the others—“i’m glad i get to marry you.”

your grip tightens, and if osamu listened carefully, you think he could hear your heart trying to beat out of your chest in search of his.

the elevator dings somewhere down the hall.

“i’m glad i get to marry you, too.”

“samu!” his twin’s voice rings out. “are you done cryin’, or do i haveta drag y’back to get your hair done?”

“god, ’tsumu, yeah, i’m comin’, stop yellin’!” he chides with a huff.

atsumu scoffs before replying—something about his twin being ungrateful for all he does—then walks back to the elevator. you hear a sigh. “guess i should go, huh?”

a thumb rubs the back of your hand, and you almost tell him to stay, but there isn’t much time, and it won’t be long before you’re pushing it. taking a deep breath, you let go to stand up first. “mhm.”

the door squeaks at the weight now gone as you both stretch.

you turn to say goodbye, the open door and shadow in the hall taunting you, but freeze when a familiar hand starts to push the door open.

“wh- samu!” your hand flies up to push his grey bangs out of view.

“woah- what- shit- sorry, sorry. habit, was gonna kiss ya,” he apologizes with a stumble.

panic evaded, your heart rate comes down and he huffs. “my- seriously, hon, you’re lucky my hair isn’t done yet.”

“...sorry, i—” you try to hide a laugh. “i’m sorry, i panicked.”

“no, really?”

“’samu,” you whine, embarrassment painted across your face, though he can’t see. he laughs outside, and you try to ignore the heat in your face.

“...at least you’ll kiss me later, right?” you ask quietly.

“....yeah.” there’s a smile in his voice, a pause, a rustling of fabric as he pats down his suit once more. “see you out there?”

you place your hand on the doorknob. “see you out there.”

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #osamu x reader #osamu fluff #osamu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gn!reader

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wttcsms · 5 days

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triple trouble, atsumu miya

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 1.6k synopsis atsumu steals every reporters' attention as he introduces the media to his triplets during a post-game interview; or, more accurately, his triplets steal all the attention. like father, like sons. content contains domestic fluff, dad!atsumu, atsumu & reader are married and so in love, babies, mention of pregnancy more in this collection!

The flashes of cameras going off, the constant exclamations of “Miya! Miya!” coming from the crowd of journalists and reporters all vying for his attention, the fact that the foldout chairs they use for all these post-game interviews are harder on your ass than falling on asphalt — all of this is being handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.

Or, normally all of this would be handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.

But right now, the Atsumu Miya struggling to take a seat in the most uncomfortable chair known to man, dyed hair a mess, his usual trademark smirk replaced by furrowed brows and a look of concentration, doesn’t appear to be the godlike adversary on the court. In fact, he looks oddly human.

The cause of what has humbled this cocky athlete and reduced him to mere mortal man are the three chubby toddlers he’s cradling in his arms.

All of them are identical, from their chubby cheeks to their little grubby hands. Heads full of thick, dark brown hair (reminiscent of their father’s natural color) poke out from Atsumu’s hold, and the eighteen-month-olds’ eyes are all full of childlike wonder as they watch the crowd, confused as to who all these people are.

After finally getting settled into his seat, Atsumu addresses the crowd casually, as if he didn’t spend the last two minutes ensuring that his baby boys weren’t going to slip from his arms while he tried to prepare for this interview. Akimitsu is secured in his left arm, Akihiko in the right, leaving poor Akinari to cling onto Atsumu’s neck.

While athletes have been getting more comfortable with bringing their kids up on stage with them, no one has ever seen a professional athlete haul his three babies with him.

A fact that one reporter is more than happy to point out.

“Miya, wife put you on babysitting duty?” A male journalist calls out from the crowd. A few chuckles follow, but Atsumu just smiles at the mention of you.

“Nah. It’s not babysittin’ if they’re your damn kids, right? Besides, she deserves a break.” A few appreciative murmurs flutter through the crowd.

After the initial surprise of seeing identical triplets being carried in the MSBY Black Jackals’ setter’s arms, the reporters are back to business as usual. They’re all professionals — even if hearing Atsumu give them a great quote to use as a hook (“I respect Nakamura as a human bein’ but calling him a setter for a professional league volleyball team is an insult to setters everywhere.”) is followed by him cooing sweet words of affirmation to whichever of his sons happens to be babbling in his ears.

“Nakamura isn’t a very good player, is he, Akihiko?” No one outside of your family and his teammates have ever heard Atsumu sound so affectionate. His words are practically coated in sugar, and it’s hard to remember that he’s insulting another player in the league whenever he’s practically bumping noses with his toddler son when he says it.

Akihiko, most likely due to his father’s influence, lets out a stream of enthusiastic gurgles that Atsumu automatically translates to him being in complete agreement with him.

“Write that down.” He says to the crowd. “Even my baby knows he’s shit at the game.”

There’s a few more minutes of Atsumu answering the usual post-game questions, but halfway through one of his responses, Akinari loses his grip on Atsumu’s neck and is about to tumble to the floor before Atsumu’s reflexes kick in. You’ve made a joke once that you think Atsumu’s reflexes have become heightened after becoming a father; his athletic instincts have merged with the famous “dad reflexes” all fathers seem to be gifted with. (Atsumu tells reporters that this is why he keeps on becoming a better player; people think his family would hold him back, but once again, family is his greatest blessing.)

“Ya gotta hang onto me, buddy.” Atsumu can’t even pretend to be stern when he tells this to Akinari, who only smiles at him and exclaims something unintelligible. He shifts Akinari to his left arm, relaxes back in his seat, and is even excited to answer a question concerning his play style compared to Tobio Kageyama’s, but as he readjusts the two boys in his arms, Atsumu can’t help but startle at the fact that he has three kids. Not just two.

Momentarily panicked, he almost wants to ask why the hell no one told him one of his kids jumped ship but then he feels a tug on the bottom hem of his volleyball shorts.

Peering under the table, Atsumu is greeted with the sight of Akimitsu’s mischievous little face. He’s the oldest of the three and takes after Atsumu the most — meaning, he’s the cutest little nightmare there could ever be.

“Whatcha doin’ under the table, Mitsu?” Atsumu asks, and Akimitsu gives out a happy, gleeful shriek. He’s clapping his grubby hands together and cheering.

“Dada found me!”

“I did find ya, buddy.” Atsumu coos. “Now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap?”

After wrangling up all his kids once more, Atsumu sighs and looks up at the timer in front of him.

“I have enough time for one more question.” He tells the crowd.

“Are you excited to get out of here and get back home to the wife?”

“I’m always happy to come home to [Name]. If there’s a professional league for motherhood, she’s going into the hall of fame. I don’t know how she handles these fools by herself all day.”

Akihiko takes a tiny, chubby hand and smacks Atsumu in the face. Repeatedly.

“Home! Home!” His slaps get slightly more aggressive, but Atsumu’s received some serves with his face before, so it doesn’t really phase him. “Home! Mama!”

“Well, you heard the man.” Atsumu actually gives a genuine smile for the cameras. “We gotta head home.”

You’re applying your moisturizer in the bathroom despite the mirror being fogged up from the hot shower. It’s probably why you don’t anticipate strong arms wrapping themselves around your body, and you gasp before your muscle memory recognizes him. Your body easily relaxes against his, and you’re smiling as you ask your husband,

“Had a good day today?”

“We took ‘em in two straight sets. Slaughtered the other team to the point where it wasn’t even fair.” He angles his head just right so he can kiss you on the cheek, but you gently slap him away.

“I’m putting on moisturizer right now.”

“Great. My lips are dry.” He goes in for another kiss, and even though you’re giggling, trying to pull away from him, he still plants a peck on your soft skin. “Should I go for seconds, just for good measure?” He teases.

“Hmm, I guess so.”

“Oh? What’s with the change? Realize how much you can’t live without my touch?” He pulls you in closer to him, your back pressed firmly against his chest. He’s fresh out the shower, stray droplets of water greedily clinging onto his skin.

“Maybe.” You tilt your head back on the front of his shoulder so that you can see him. “You know your interview is trending on Twitter, right?”

“Oh, yeah? Bet Nakamura’s pissed.” Atsumu sounds too happy at the concept.

“No. There’s actually an interesting clip that keeps going around. Someone already used it as an intro for a thirst edit of you.”

You like it when Atsumu is thinking. There’s an adorable crease in between his furrowed brows, and you can practically see him going through the memory files in his brain, trying to figure out what could possibly be worthy of inspiring an edit of him.

“You seriously don’t know?” You’re laughing at him, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world. Atsumu doesn’t take kindly to being the butt of a joke, but from the moment he saw you, he knew he’d do anything to stay by your side, even becoming a fucking court jester if that’s what it took.

You reach for your phone on the counter, taking a few seconds to load up the fan edit you have favorited.

He’s burying his face in your hair, hiding away as he hears the audio of him going now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap playing on a loop. He groans when you let it replay, uncharacteristically shy as you keep telling him to watch it.

“The comments are the best part, though, baby!” You haven’t been able to stop giggling at jackingthejackalsoff’s very bold and very true statement of yeah, if i were [name], i’d pop out triplets for him too tf 😭🙏.

As Atsumu’s hands travel to rest against the growing swell of your belly, you tease him. “So, when the twins are born, do you think you’ll have enough space in your arms to haul all five of our kids, or should we finally use that baby chest carrier Shoyo gifted us?”

“I can carry all of ‘em and you onto that stage.” He regrets making this smug remark whenever you slightly drop your teasing tone and use what he dubs The Mom Voice on him.

“Oh? If that’s true, then why did it take you so long to realize Akimitsu crawled out of your arms while you were busy calling your opponents scrubs?”

“Have I ever told you what a wonderful mother you are? And this moisturizer! Wow, I don’t know what you’ve been doing with your skin, baby, but keep it up.” He’s peppering your face with more kisses, hurriedly trying to change the subject, and you gladly let him.

#atsumu miya x you #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #hq x reader #hq headcanons #fluff #one shot #drabble #hq fanfiction #atsumu headcanons #dad!atsumu #imagine #series: sweet everything

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