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terrakiyo · 3 years

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“i lost my keys.”

you blink sleepily at atsumu. he bashfully smiles at you, a soft pink hue dusting his cheeks.

you rub your eyes, “huh?”

atsumu bounces on his feet. “i lost my keys.”

“so?” you yawn.

he looks at you, “so i wanna crash here for the night.”

you blink at him. he blinks back. you stare at him, then blink again. he hides his face in his hoodie.

“why here?” you ask, voice laced with curiosity.

“because,” he trails off. he looks away from you, biting the inside of his cheek. his brows furrow as he thinks of an answer.

and you lean towards him, “because…?”

and he takes a step back, “you know.”

your brows quirk in confusion. atsumu groans, rubbing the back of his neck.

“‘cause you’re the only one who hasn’t banned me from stayin’ at their place,” he mumbles.

you snort, “‘samu banned you?”

atsumu’s face turns a bright shade of red. he waves his hands in front of his face, sputtering nonsense like ‘samu didn’t deserve me there to begin with’ or ‘like i wanted to go stay with him anyway’.

you take a step to the side, gently beckoning atsumu to enter your apartment.

he quickly takes his shoes off. “ya got any food?”

“for you?” you grab his cheeks, playfully squishing then together. “never.”

(you can see why his brother doesn’t want him in his place anymore, if the way he hungrily looks at your fridge is any indication of the hell osamu had to go through).

“so mean.” he whines, gently rubbing his cheeks.

that doesn’t stop him from grabbing a banana from your fruit bowl. you sigh when he reaches out for an apple.

“‘tsumu.”

his head whips in your direction. you laugh when you see his cheeks puffed out, a small smile on his face as he bites the apple. he makes a small noise of acknowledgment.

and you smile at him, “if you eat all my food i’ll kick you out.”

and he frowns, quickly sticking his tongue out at you.

so you laugh, tugging at his sleeve. you drag him to your couch. his gaze flickers from it to you, a disgusted look makes its way to his face.

“‘m not sleepin’ in that.” he deadpans.

“hey!” you cross your arms.

“look at it!” he points at your couch. “that’s gonna break my back!”

and you give him a look. “it won’t.”

so he shakes his head. “maybe to you it won’t!”

(you’re starting to really envy osamu right about now).

“you’re gonna sleep on that damn couch, atsumu.” you glare at him.

so he glares back, “like hell you’re makin’ me sleep there.”

and maybe that’s when you should’ve realized you’d find yourself with atsumu laying in your bed, soft snores leaving his lips as he turns to his side.

you turn your head to look at him. a small smile makes its way to your lips when you see how peaceful he looks.

a yawn escapes your mouth, drowsiness finally kicking in again. you blearily blink, gently patting atsumu’s head.

and when you wake up next morning, with a sleepy atsumu clinging to your side, nuzzling his face into your neck, you can’t help but entertain the idea that atsumu should lose his keys more often.

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kiyoors · 2 years

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“mah baby looks so pretty so full a’ me,” atsumu coos as you struggle to take another inch of his cock. he wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses your sweaty forehead tenderly. his lips brush your knuckles as he takes a hold of your hand,

“ya can take some more, right, baby?”

you whine in response and it only serves to encourage him further. he makes sure to never let go of your hand as he fucks you for the rest of the night <3

#tsumu brainrot <3 #here’s a short little thing #i’ll be in the car for three more hours..#and #mayhaps im a little hornè #so now you all suffer with me >:)#mwuah <3 #atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #jess writes!☆*:.｡. o

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ellewords · 3 years

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atsumu was like the sun. he shined and glowed and warmed people just by being near them. without a single thought, he was able to brighten the mood in ways that no one else could. even on his darker days or when his being felt too harsh, he left an impact that made everyone long for more. you couldn’t always see him, couldn’t always feel his presence, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there somehow, unseen but known.

by association, that sort of made you the moon. you could shine brightly and leave a warm glow and comfort others when they felt like they were in the dark. but all of that wasn’t possible without the sun. without atsumu.

people didn’t know you unless you were by atsumu’s side. they didn’t spare you a glance until atsumu brought attention to you. but you didn’t mind. all you wanted was to have him by your side, to support you when you couldn’t hold yourself up, to be brilliant beside him even if you would never outshine him. you were content in your current situation.

so why did it hurt so much seeing him continue to shine? why did his warmth suddenly feel so cold? why couldn’t you be as bright as him all on your own?

or, atsumu will always be the sun, you always the moon. maybe now it’s time to accept that you’re nothing without him so you can finally shine for yourself.

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— from elle ! 💛anon you never miss, do you? aaaa this was so good it lived in my head rent free ever since i first read it >_< i just had to write an addition to this for the way you made my heart actually ache. i hope i did your drabble justice :<< this just hit a lil too close to home ngl thank you for reading everyone, i hope you like this! reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3

fic notes / warnings : timeskip!miya atsumu x gn!reader, angst, fluff (-ish? kinda) ending, oneshot, wc: ~1.52k (!! my longest margins addition so far omg)

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atsumu has a gravitational pull, that much has always been clear to you and everyone else; a pull so strong that you can’t help but orbit around him. every room he walks into, he commands the attention of everyone present. one can’t help but simply be drawn to him — with his bright smiles, boisterous laughs, and larger than life movements. it’s no wonder why everything seems to bend to his will, how the universe seems to revolve around him.

you’ve moved around him for as long as you can remember, every now and then, he lets you borrow his light. the world has associated you with him and you don’t blame anyone one bit.

his name has always come first. setter for the inarizaki volleyball team, miya atsumu. invited to the all-japan youth intensive training camp, miya atsumu. captain of the inarizaki volleyball team, miya atsumu. setter for division one volleyball team, the msby black jackals, miya atsumu.

meanwhile, yours is treated as an afterthought, an attachment, a footnote in the awe-inspiring narrative of his life. you’re known as his childhood friend. his best friend, the one who cheers him on from the stands in every single one of his games. alleged significant other, according to whispers in the hallway and to the tabloids and paparazzi. his eventual confirmed significant other, ln yn.

atsumu and who’s that with him? atsumu and his best friend. atsumu and his significant other. atsumu, oh, and yn’s here too. it’s always atsumu before yn; his name before yours. sometimes, you wonder if anyone would know your name if he hadn’t started dating you.

you walk behind atsumu, not beside him, when you enter a room. fingertips loosely intertwined with his, you attempt to keep your head up as atsumu introduces you around. they spare you a quick “hi”, before beginning a conversation with your sun.

though he’s not really your sun, is he? you’ve always had to share him with everyone else. everyone needs a little sunshine in their life, a little warmth; his brilliance is dazzling, like everyone else, you revelled in his glow.

the world has always associated you with him, but it never worked the other way around. atsumu has always shined on his own; you needed him to have light for yourself.

no one blames the sun for burning a little too bright; it’s simply the way it is. similarly, you’ve never blamed atsumu for being the way he is. he doesn’t know, didn’t mean to do it in the first place. atsumu has always existed for himself, lived life the way he sees fit.

you can’t blame him, no matter how much you wanted to. even if you forced yourself to.

staring at the sun is fascinating, but do it long enough and it starts to hurt. the warmth is no longer comforting, but harsh and prickly. the light is no longer magical and dazzling, but blinding and terrifying. it took some time, but you eventually convinced yourself to look away.

“ya sure ya wanna do this?” atsumu asked, immediately recognizing your hesitance. he doesn’t want to break up, he wants you to take your words back, he wants you to tell him that this was all just some sick prank. but right now, it doesn’t matter what he wants. what matters is how you feel, the emotions he didn’t realize you had been feeling.

“no…” you mumbled. the intensity of his gaze makes your knees buckle, but you stand your ground. even in the chilling darkness of his living room, he radiates light and understanding, making everything all the more difficult. you bite the inside of your cheek, letting a few beats pass before your next words, “but i have to.”

“i believe in you,” atsumu nodded, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jeans. he lets out a quiet exhale, eyes gazing on the suitcases in your hand, “yer gonna do so many amazin’ things.”

your grip on the bag’s handle tightened. it was the end of an era, one that you didn’t expect would be ending at all. but it had to be done. for the first time since you met atsumu, you finally began to think of yourself. a small smile plays on your lips, hoping that he picks up on the pure gratefulness of your tone, “thank you for lending me your light.”

his reply would play in a loop in your mind. even in a breakup, the darkest the night has ever been, atsumu offers you a little bit of light. as expected from the sun.

the moon goes through several phases. some days are better than others. it’s a wave of several highs and lows, but you grow to understand that’s how things are. on some nights it’s as invisible as they come, the clouds blocking out what little light it already produced. though it glowed on other nights, you often feel like nothing has changed. but you learn to trust the process either way.

gazing at the moon is calming, not dazzling and exceptional, but calming. it provides peace, serenity. you often gazed at the moon, especially on the nights where you could only toss and turn. a cold breeze would blow past you and send shivers down your spine, painting your bare skin with several goosebumps. leaning on the balcony railing and taking in the sounds of a city that barely slept makes you think of him.

you miss the sun; you miss your sun. you miss his presence and the warmth he brings you. atsumu checks in every now and then, asking how you’re doing and wondering if you’d ever want to meet for a cup of coffee. you’ve never accepted any of his offers for fear of only getting pulled back in.

you’ve never realized that you always had a gravitational pull of your own. atsumu spends most of his nights gazing at the moon. when his heart raced and his mind buzzed, the moon brought him tranquility — as did you, his anchor.

[ miya atsumu ] : the night sky is nice tonight, it makes me think of you. i like that we’re always looking at the same one.

[ miya atsumu ] : i hope you’re doing okay.

he’s right, the night sky does look nice. the moon is full and shining the brightest you’ve ever seen it shine. gleaming, enchanting, and breathtaking doesn’t seem to do its beauty any justice. perhaps the poets and artists had been right all along, the moon is the perfect muse. your thoughts almost convince you that its light isn’t artificial. but twinkling beside the moon are the stars, shimmering high above the world you know, their light completely their own.

you’re not okay. being the moon may not be too bad, but you’ve already realized that you want to be amongst the stars as one.

days turn into weeks, and eventually months. sometimes they blend together when nothing of interest or importance happens, though you strive for events that are worth remembering. you’ve found a job that you actually like, one that you truly excelled at. you’ve started to put yourself out there, to meet people that pushed you to be better than you had been the day before. slowly but surely, you began to create your own light.

some days your light faltered, some days are dimmer than others, but it was a light of your own. it’s one that didn’t need another’s glow to exist. soon enough, you find yourself accepting one of atsumu’s many offers for a cup of coffee.

he’s now brighter than ever. setter for division one volleyball team, the msby black jackals, miya atsumu, has turned into setter for japan’s olympic team, miya atsumu. his radiance is as blinding as ever, the largest grin on his face as he waves his hand out the second he caught sight of you.

but you’re brighter now too, weaving through the cafe tables with your head up high. you’re more sure of yourself, standing taller, making each step towards him with purpose. you’ve lost the tension in your shoulders, the weight that built in your chest. and atsumu notices it too.

“you’ve changed.” he smiles, much softer than you’re used to. his gaze is fond as you settle in the seat in front of him.

“i know,” you reply, the corners of your lips twitching upwards, “but thank you for lending me your light.”

atsumu’s smile remains that same soft one that you’re not used to as he recognizes your words almost immediately. he leans back in his seat, gesturing a hand to you, “never gave ya anythin’, this is all you.”

he replies with the same words he said several months ago, the latter half of the sentence being the only addition. warmth fills your chest as he never lost a single ounce of sincerity. the only difference? this time you actually believe him.

atsumu may still be the sun, but you’ve become a star in your own right; you no longer need him to shine. maybe someday you’ll shine bright enough to allow yourself to exist beside him. but for now, this is enough.

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katsuriin · 3 years

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wrote such cheesy, corny, tooth-rotting, whipped atsumu the other day and I'm debating on whether to post it or not

I think I blacked out whilst writing it please

#it's seriously cheesy welp #I'll get moot to read over it and see if it's decent enough to post 😭#it was just my tsumu brainrot 🙄#anyway I'm going to sleep-#gn lovelies <3 #fizzy rambles.𓅰

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kreidewaltz · 3 years

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good morning to hajime 😼😼 everyone else.. morning 👍

#chloe's shitposts!!#uh im manifesting suna or tsumu anon <3 #because im on inarizaki brainrot LOL

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atsumwah · 2 years

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featuring : miya atsumu x f!reader

warnings : none!

a/n : tsumu brainrot really hitting in rn <3

atsumu was used to being second to his brother.

it was a given fact that osamu got along with people more. from a young age, osamu was the one who made friends, who didn't hurt their feelings for being too blunt, who always gets invited to parties and always gets the easy way out when they fight.

it didn't matter though. it didn't take long for him to get used to being second best next to his younger brother. he was fine with it.

although that changed when he met you.

with you, he didn't settle with being second. he won't even allow it. because how can he be second to his brother again when you already come first to him?

when he first met you, he didn't think you'd stay long in his life. he just assumed you'd leave him, that you'd chose to hang out with osamu more like everyone else.

you manage to prove him wrong. you proved him wrong so many times to the point you managed to sneak inside his heart and steal it when he wasn't aware.

he liked that you always wanted to spend time with him, even on days where you were busy. he liked that he's the one you call when you're feeling lonely in your apartment and asks him to come over. he liked that you would always grab his hand when you're outside with the rest of your friends, even though you could've picked anyone else. he liked that you're always there on the bleachers, cheering for him the loudest even when the rest had already quiet down. he liked that you'd scold him when he would overwork himself and made sure he eats every meal of the day. he liked that you'd call him for no reason just to tell him about a new show you were obsessed with.

he liked feeling that maybe he came first to you too and it was stupid to hang onto the little things you'd do with him but he can't help it—he liked it.

but he can't help but be terrified the more time he spends with you though.

because the more you did those things with him, the more he wanted to beat his brother as if it was a real competition. he saw how you treated osamu and it was different from how you treated him — but he didn't want to get ahead of himself. he didn't want to be disappointed.

he didn't want to wake up one day and find out someone he cared deeply for made him number two again.

even now, as he holds you to his chest, a movie playing in the background as he stares at your figure, he can't help but wish on every star above to be on his side. to let him have you.

"you're not paying attention."

" 'course i am."

"then tell me what happened in the last ten minutes."

you looked up to him, a cheeky smile adorned on your face that made his cheeks heat up involuntarily. he must've taken a while to answer because the next thing he knew your eyes were ready focused on the TV again.

"and I was right."

"alright, I give. I was distracted." he said, hands up in surrender.

"emma stone is on TV, how the hell are you distracted?"

"I saw something pretty." it wasn't really a lie.

"prettier than emma stone?"

"in my opinion, yes."

you turned towards him curiously. "If you say me then you’re much cheesier than I thought you were."

he eyed you from the side with a hint of a smile. “what if it is you?”

“did the miya atsumu call me pretty? oh my, I feel like I'm gonna faint!”you said dramatically, falling down on his lap laughing.

atsumu couldn't help but laugh as well, finding warmth in your presence. the feeling of you in his arms was more than enough to make his heart flutter.

"hey, samu's still single right?"

his smile dropped at your question.

your eyes were still on the screen, so you didn't notice the change in his demeanor. "tsumu? hello?"

"uh, yeah. why?"

"I'm thinking of setting up a date for him. what do you think?"

what does he think? how is he supposed to respond to the love of his life wanting to date his brother?

"I don't know," he ends up saying, "I think he's doing alright. someone has to be the sibling that stays single. he's taking it for the team."

"that's not a thing."

"of course it's a thing. he knows I get all the ladies anyways."

"uh huh. tell me then, why are you still single?"

"just haven't found the right one yet." liar.

you poked his side playfully. "whatever, I'm still setting it up." you said as you grabbed your phone from the side.

atsumu was fast to hold your wrist, phone still in hand. "don't."

you were about to roll your eyes at him before you saw how his look had changed. "what's wrong? you worried he's gonna leave you out or something?"

"or something.." he mumbled though you heard him clearly.

"if you're worried I'm gonna find him someone horrible I guarantee you that's not the case. you've met my friends before. I'm sure they could make him happy."

come again?

"here, you can be with me and pick who would suit samu best." you scooted closer to him and showed him your phone.

"you're…talking about setting him up?"

you blinked at him. "yes? did you not catch that?"

"so you don't want to date him?"

"why would I want to date him?"

"I don't know, it's samu. he can cook, he's nice, he's polite — everyone loves him."

"it sounds like you want me to date him."

"what? no! if anything I'd want you to date me—" he cut himself off immediately after the words flew out from his mouth. god he hoped you didn't catch that.

"you want me to date you?"

"I —" he felt his cheeks heating up yet again tonight, "kind of?"

"kind of? it's a yes or no question, tsum."

"well, yes then."

there was no point in denying it anyways.

he held his ground on the shared sofa, eyes trying to focus on your expression as you took his words in. he could see your eyebrows furrowing, then a smile appeared on your face before you laughed.

was this a good sign?

you scooted closer to him again, making your knees touch as you looked up to him with the softest smile he'd ever seen.

"all you had to do was ask."

a grin broke through his nervous demeanor. "really?"

"I thought you'd never get the hint." you shoved his side playfully and he grabbed your hand before you could put it away. "it was always you anyways, dummy."

"samu's great and all but you're always number one for me."

he couldn't help himself from hugging you so suddenly, arms secured around your back as he brings you to his chest.

he might be second best to everyone else— but he's number one to you and that's all that matters.

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meowdarame · 2 years

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second skin

pairings: atsumu miya x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI!; blowjobs (kinda), frottage (kinda), spit kink (so much spit omg), allusions to cunnilingus at the end

notes: i wanted to write this for shion but i’ve written so much for him as of recent so i decided to write for my other pretty blonde bitch boy <3 (also shoutout to sabby & bloom for matching me up with tsumu baby. the brainrot is coming back!) likes and reblogs are super, duper appreciated!

a mosaic of purple and red bruises line his thighs— your swollen lips have been sucking at the muscular flesh for what feels like hours, nibbling and leaving tiny bite marks on the setter’s tanned skin.

“baby,” atsumu breathily drawls, and the sound catches your attention. you lift your head from between his thighs to drink in his fucked out state— you swear that this image belongs on the ceiling of the sistine chapel. his platinum blonde hair clings to his face as a sheen of sweat coats his forehead; his cheeks are flushed with a rosy tint, and his chest heaves up and down while he struggles to catch his breath. atsumu’s always been beautiful, but right now, he’s absolutely angelic.

“please, suck me off.” the words are meant to be assertive, but they tumble past his lips as a whimper. it makes a smile creep up on your lips as you litter soft kisses up and down the tent in his boxers.

“is my baby tsum getting needy?” you tease him in between each lingering kiss. “tell me, handsome, where does it hurt?”

“is it here?” your wet lips press against the base of his length. “here, baby?” you mimic your ministrations on the ridge where his head and his shaft meet. you finally get to the wet spot on his boxers, where his neglected tip has been leaking precum for the past hour. when your plush lips leave a barely-there kiss on the darkened spot, his hips buck up and push your face harder against his sensitive head.

“oh, i bet that’s where it hurts most.”

atsumu frantically nods his head, growing impatient with your playful teasing. “yes, princess, ‘s where it hurts.” his fingers hook underneath the elastic waistband of his boxers, slowly pushing them down. “c’mon love, just please suck me off—”

your hands grab his wrists, effectively stopping him from sliding down his underwear. “nuh-uh, tsumu. not yet.”

ptui. a glob of your spit lands on the darkened spot on atsumu’s boxers, making the wet area even larger. you spit again and once more, until a pool of spit covers the bulge around his tip. your hand spreads the sticky wetness along his whole shaft until his entire dick print is coated with spit. the cotton material sticks to atsumu’s cock like it’s second skin, making your fleeting touches and kisses feel even more pleasurable.

your pointed tongue languidly runs along the vein that’s protruding through the thin fabric; once the pink muscle reaches the ridge that connects his head and his shaft, you flick your tongue back and forth over the bump, making atsumu raise his hips to press harder against your face.

“someone’s sensitive,” you coo in between licks. “think you can cum like this, baby?”

“mhmm.” a choked moan is all that he can manage to muster out, far too engrossed in the pleasure you’re giving him. “yer doing so fuckin’ good. please make me cum, angel.”

your hand sneaks up his thighs to cup at his heavy balls. you play with them through the fabric— holding them gently in your palm and massaging them between your fingers. your free hand strokes his bulge, toying with all the places that your tongue is ignoring.

a string of expletives slips past atsumu’s lips when he comes undone in his boxers, making even more of a mess of the undergarment. you can feel his balls tightening in your hand as you roll them between your fingers, helping milk them dry as he rides out his high. when his orgasm finally recedes, you pull away to admire your work— the front of his underwear is almost completely soaked from the copious amount of cum that he released.

“d’ya like that, baby?” you giggle as you run your nail along the fuzz of his happy trail. “did i make ya feel good?”

“of course, sweetness,” he airily pants. “ya always do.”

“good,” you hum, slowly crawling out from between his legs to lie your head on his chest. his open arms welcome you, and once you’re nestled against his warm body, he squeezes you tight.

“y’know, it’s a lot harder to do than you might think,” you admit to him, and he nods. “but it’s still fun, though. i’m definitely down to do it again.”

“i see,” he murmurs, and from the inflection of his voice you can tell that he’s pondering your words. “well that’s good then, because next time i wanna try eatin’ ya out through yer panties. no takin’ ‘em off— bet i could make ya cum in under five minutes.”

you raise your eyebrows at him, a doubtful look cast across your face, but he just responds to your disbelief with a wink. you roll your eyes and scoff, “wanna bet on that?”

in one swift motion— before you can even process what’s going on— you’re underneath atsumu’s body, caged in between his toned arms. his knee parts your thighs, pressing the bony joint to your clothed cunt and lightly rubbing against your clit.

“yer on.”

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