#astumu x reader

[rinsaint]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓. ft atsumu miya

you find out the local loser in your school is actually a pervert

[ ☆ ] — pairing: atsumu miya x fem! reader

[ ☆ ] — contains/warnings: MDNI. nsfw, panty stealing, shy atsumu, atsumu jerks off and sniffs your panties, not rlly smut but minors dni !!

[ ☆ ] — a/n: this was sent in as a drabble from @prostheticmind !! shout out to them and their idea.

Atsumu was a mess every time he pocketed a new little treasure of yours, his hands would sweat and he would become jittery, so he always took them right before he was going home from your place, after studying. The temptation of them in his pocket was too much, like they were burning in his pocket.

He loved the adrenaline of it.

The first time he had done it, he was over at your house to finish a project. You were the popular on campus. You had every boy drawn to you, including himself. He felt lucky that you even spared a glance to him or even talked to him. Even though you forced him to do most of the project, he felt lucky that he had gotten to spend time with you, even though you didn’t feel the same way.

Atsumu had fit his hand in his jacket pocket, assuming that touching the soft fabric would calm him down a little, get him to act a bit like a person that wasn’t about to have a complete meltdown. If he thought he was being a mess before, after touching your frilly panties he had found in your laundry basket, he was practically dying.

After that, he became addicted.

He started taking the effort to make out a whole strategy to get away with his perverted needs, which was probably what made it all blow up in his face.

Things went south right as soon as he walked in through the your front door.

“you’re here early. let me get my laundry done real quick then you can do all the work, yea?”

Atsumu’s throat closed up at your words. He absolutely needed a new pair tonight, four of them already smell more like his cum after getting off on it so many times, and he was getting tired of them.

Atsumu needed to act fast, so as soon as you entered your bedroom he made a bee-line to your bathroom and closed the door. He ruffled around the basket between the sweatpants and t-shirts until he found what he was looking for. Atsumu was panting as if he was mid-way through his training, his hand was shaking as it pulled out a stitch of baby pink fabric.

It was a thong.

Atsumu didn’t know you used thongs, he must’ve missed them the previous times. He bit his lip and practically got hard thinking about you in the fabric.

It was thanks to that moment where he had to take time to gather his bearings that it all came crashing down.

Thanks to that fucking thong.

So when you swung open the door you caught him red handed, staring at you like a deer in the headlights. One hand stuffing something light pink in his pocket. Your eyes widen as you recognised what it was.

You stare at him for so long, lips slightly opened, brows lifted, a pissed off look in your eyes.

“the fuck..”

He stuttered out a response, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

“Y/n, please! I… it’s just… I’m sorry! I didn’t–“

“How long have you been doing this?” Your expression was unnervingly neutral, your voice strangely calm.

Atsumu had to clear his throat to sneer you, avoiding your eyes burning into his skin. “A-A month or so?”

“You’re asking me?”

Atsumu was in shock at your change in attitude. Sure, you’d always gone toe-to-toe with him whenever he started to get too clever, which was rarely. But now you were so commanding all of a sudden. And god dear he say, it turned him on.

“A month, yeah. Maybe a month and a week, t-the night you were going off about Taylor Swift’s new album”

You only let out a soft ‘Mhmm’ in reply but your gaze stayed on him. Atsumu finally managed to make his feet move and he started to back as far away from you as possible to get to the bathroom door.

“Listen y/n I’m so sorry, I know it’s disgusting. I’m gonna go and—“

“You know it’s disgusting, and you did it anyways.”

Your tone was clinical, factual, like you were discussing something trivial. Atsumu squirmed, his eyes locked on the floor.

“Yes, I know! I know—“

“You’re shaking, tsumie.” You pouted, strutting over to him, grazing your hand over his arm.

His eyes peered down to yours, and Atsumu inhales slightly. He couldn’t place it, but there was something in the way your eyes were boring into him. Something so consuming he couldn’t look away.

“You’re shaking, stuttering, your face is red… I’ve never seen you this embarrassed. You must really be ashamed of this.” You taunted, your voice smooth and teasing as your pointer finger grazed up and down his arm.

Atsumu tried speaking but words failed him so he only nodded effusively.

“And yet… You couldn’t help yourself.”

He shut his eyes, and pulled away from you but you quickly grabbed him by his arm, pulling him closer to you.

“tsumu, hey look at me.”

Atsumu relaxed into your touch, he opened his eyes and he felt his cock get tighter in his pants when you were inches away from his face.

“You couldn’t help yourself, couldn’t you? Bet you were getting off to them by rubbing it against your face, am i right?”

“y-yes..”

Your breasts pressed against his chest from how close you were to him. The lust in your eyes consuming him and swallowing him whole completely.

“Bet you’d do anything to rub your face against the real thing.”

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[kleftiko]

❦ MSBY 4 WHEN YOU ASK THEM OUT

cw: none, this is fluff

—atsumu

gets SO upset. like he wanted to ask YOU out and you beat him to it. he had like a ferris wheel ride planned when the carnival came to town, and set up a nice lunch at his brother’s restaurant—basically set up a whole day to culminate in him asking you to be his partner (let’s face it, he’s a huge simp and needs to do extravagant things for you). but none of that seems to matter when you ask him first on a simple coffee date and he just nods like a love struck puppy.

bonus: osamu calls him annoyed cause ofc atsumu bugged him so much with making these perfect plans, but atsumu just kinda responds “you’re just upset cause you’re single”

—bokuto

immediately takes on the role of a passenger princess. as soon as you take charge and ask him out, he realizes he could be the pretty trophy boyfriend he always dreamed of. admittedly, you were taken back, what with how big he is, you kind of assumed he would want to be in charge. but he’s confident and comfortable enough to let you take the wheel: where to go to dinner? you decide. vacation spot? where you want. the tiles in the bathroom of your first condo? he trusts your judgement.

—sakusa

is a bit of an asshole about it (unintentionally). he immediately says ‘no’ when you ask and honestly? that hurts. and it takes him a moment to realize this effect on you and he’s frantically pulling out the little gift he got you. truthfully, he was JUST about to give you this present and ask you to be his partner. he’s just lucky you accept the apology (cause you know he didn’t mean to be rude, he’s just a little awkward).

—hinata

takes you on a date right away. yes, you just asked him to be your boyfriend. no, he didn’t give you an answer. yes, he’s blowing on the hot takoyaki before holding it out to feed you. you have to stop him right then and there, and remind him that you asked him to be your boyfriend. his answer? “did i not say yes?” you assure him that he didn’t. “i’m so sorry! i thought i said it! yes! yes, please let me be your boyfriend.”

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[shiraishi-mai]

[And After?]

(kind of a part II but could be read as a stand alone)

You broke up with Atsumu your final year of high school.

Was it because you both would be in separate areas of Japan and you didn’t want to go long-distance? Partially. 

But when you uttered those words, you both knew that wasn’t the real reason. 

You stood in front of him, eyes downcast and refusing to meet his. 

“I’m leaving for Yokohama. I got accepted to university there.”

His eyes widened and you smiled wryly.

“No congratulations?”

“Congratulations.” Atsumu couldn’t help but say flatly.

“I’m guessing you’re going to continue volleyball.” You felt a tinge of regret. You hadn’t bothered to ask him about scouts or recruitment. 

He nodded. “I’ve already gotten offer...None close to Yokohama though.” 

You gave him a small smile and shrugged in what you hoped looked like a nonchalant way. “I want to focus on my studies and I don’t think I’ll be able to do that if I’m trying to make a long-distance relationship work.”

His hand clenched and his eyes took on a stubborn look that usually signalled the beginning of an argument. “I’ll make it work. I can come visit and I’ll make time when I’m not practising to call and -”

“Atsumu.” He ached at the resignation in your voice. 

“‘Tsumu, I need to get away from here. Just start again y’know.”

His eyes flitted toward the boot on your ankle and you unconsciously shifted in discomfort, at the real reason why you were making the decision. He cursed - at it and the entire situation and you couldn’t help but blink back the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t his fault - it was entirely yours. 

There was a thud and a ‘oh my god’ rang out from the women’s volleyball captain.

Atsumu was beside you in an instant. He had watched, wide-eyed in horror, as your leg had crumpled, taking you down with it. 

“Give her space,” the captain’s voice rang out as you clutched at your ankle, face twisted in pain. “What even happened?” 

“I tripped -,” you spit out through clenched teeth. Atsumu saw how your foot had been wrenched in a position it should never be in and felt a rising panic he tried to stifle. Years of experience on the court told him that this was not a minor injury.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes, and he scooped you up, speeding away to the nurse’s office and away from the pitying looks of your teammates.

You groaned in pain and looked at him with panicked eyes. “Atsumu, this-”

“You’ll be fine. It’s okay, it’s going to be fine.” He chanted as if it would make it true. 

Your skin had already turned purple and the area surrounding your ankle had swollen up bigger than an egg. You whimpered, both at the pain shooting up your leg and fear of the consequences of what just happened to you.

A trip to the hospital later and you found yourself hobbling back to school in a few days, ankle held tightly in a brace and leaning against crutches. You knew your ankles were weak from a few sprains over the years and they finally gave up and the muscle had torn. 

Atsumu had held you while you sobbed as the doctor told you that you couldn’t play for the rest of your final year and most likely needed rehab for longer than that. He was there, waiting outside the classroom to carry your bag between classes and helped you around school. He was there when he found you, squatting with your back against the outside of the gym doors, crying about how unfair it was and he was there to shush you when you beat yourself up for being so clumsy. 

It took a while, but eventually you came around and accepted the situation - well you made your peace with it as best you could. You focused on steadily on doing rehab exercises, gritting your teeth and sweating through the pain. You began to joke around again, bickered with Atsumu as you held hands in the school corridors when you graduated to just wearing a boot, and went back to chatting animatedly with your friends. 

Atsumu had tried to be positive and not treat you any differently to maintain some sort of normalcy. But when he realised you no longer came to watch the teams practice, he found it hard to swallow the lump in his throat and felt his chest tighten. He stopped looking towards the stands at games, knowing you weren’t there, and forced a fake smile that reflected yours when you politely congratulated him on his wins. He’d never felt such helplessness whenever he caught you staring absent-mindedly out of the window during class, your eyes dull and shoulders slumped.

“The change will be good for me and I don’t - I don’t really want anything to do with volleyball anymore," you said, confessing what he’d known all year. 

“It might seem dramatic because I know I can do PT and get better again but I’ll never be back to how I used to play.” You shrugged again casually and he hated it. 

“And honestly? I was tired of it anyway. I can’t remember a time I haven’t had bruises or walked without stressing about getting hurt. I like waking up at a normal time and not at the ungodly hours of the morning and not having to force myself to exercise or eat a certain diet. I want to go somewhere completely new and live life free without remembering how difficult all that was.” 

Atsumu felt hollow. “But you loved volleyball so much you never minded that before?” He wanted to yell. But he knew it was hopeless - you were determined to throw volleyball away and he was always going to be a part of that.

And so, you were throwing him away too. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll still be cheering you on, even if I’m not there,” you gave him another smile that he wanted to scream at.

He couldn’t bear to see how hard you were forcing yourself to be normal and he pulled you into his arms and squeezed tightly, as if you’d disappear right then and there. 

“We can keep in touch okay?” 

He nodded into your shoulder, not trusting himself to say anything that could drive you any further away than you were already were. He knew you well after dating you these past couple of years. He knew how stubborn you could be about certain things and while he was equally as stubborn, he didn’t want to end things with the two of you screaming and arguing. He needed to accept that you needed to heal and that you didn’t want his help in doing so. 

Your hand stroked the back of his hair affectionately, untangling the knots and failing to soothe him.

“I’ll see you around, Atsumu.” 

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A few years passed. You survived university and you managed to get a job back in Osaka at an arts museum and were grateful that your hard work had paid off. You got a new apartment, dated here and there, and went out with friends. All in all, you were content with your life. 

And some nights after work, you’d make a cup of tea, 

snuggle into some blankets on your couch, 

grab the remote,

and watch the MSBY game. 

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You loved being at the museum. Everything was neat, orderly, and most importantly, quiet. The silence, save for soft murmurs, was comforting. You didn’t have to speak much and spent most of your day hanging out with paintings. It was a stark change from the sounds of balls smashing against wooden floors, sneakers squeaking, and the constant cheers of teammates. Playing such a team-oriented sport had forced you to be around people all the time and you savoured being able to introspect and have alone time now. 

You were in a particularly good mood that day. The cute barista had drawn a flower on your cup, you managed to get on the bus on time, and a new exhibit with one of your favourite artists had just begun.

You weaved in and out of different rooms, occasionally writing down information on your ipad regarding the works to present at a meeting later. The muffled atmosphere was music to your ears until you heard a loud laugh accompanied by not-so-silent whispers.

Ugh who is being so disruptful? Do they not know basic etiquette for places like this?  

The voices grew louder as you walked in that direction and you shook your head. Probably some youths who didn’t know respect. 

You strode into the room ready to scold some rambunctious teen boy when you locked eyes with a very familiar blonde-haired guy. 

He had put his hand by his face in an attempt to whisper to a girl beside him and had frozen with his mouth open when he saw you. You kept a straight face as you walked forward, catching yourself nearly snorting at the “caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar” expression he had. 

“Excuse me sir,” you said sternly, “I’m not sure if you read the sign outside, but you are supposed to keep your voice down here.” He straightened stiffly at your tone and the girl he was whispering to looked at you with alarmed eyes.

“I-I’m sorry ma’am.” She stuttered out.

Atsumu tried to stifle a laugh, saving himself by coughing as your eye twitched. Ma’am? I’m not a grandma.

You whipped your attention to him. “And I’ll have you know that we don’t have any exceptions - even for superstar volleyball players.” Your voice was cold but your eyes held a familiar shine, and he relaxed. He made a note that you still sucked at having a poker face and he could tell you weren’t actually mad. 

“What about the handsome ones?” He said grinning but faltered when you didn’t crack. Perhaps he didn’t know you as well as he used to. 

You finally sighed and Atsumu mentally danced in victory as you finally gave up your act. “Especially the handsome ones. We hold those to an even higher standard.” 

“What are you doing here?” he demanded and you shushed him, dragging him out of the room.

“What are you doing here?” he said whispering this time.

“I work here. What are you doing here?” you shot back, “Since when do you go to places like this?”

“Actually he’s been into art for a few years now,” you turned to see Osamu walking towards you grinning. “Hi y/n.”

“'Samuuu,” you greeted and gave him a hug while Atsumu twitched at the exchange. 

“Yeah well I -,” the setter said, scratching the back of his kneck and looking uncomfortable, “It’s an important part of society and culture and stuff.” It's not like he used Osamu to mildly stalk you over the years or anything weird like that.

You looked at him incredulously. "And you chose to come here?”

“No, my fiance wanted to go,” Osamu cut in. “Apparently it has one of the best collections.”

The blonde girl who Atsumu had been whispering to peeked from behind his figure waving. “Hi!” 

You blinked, surprised. You had assumed the beautiful girl was Atsumu’s girlfriend. Not that you cared of course. 

The three of you exchanged pleasantries, Osamu mainly driving the conversation. His restaurant was doing well apparently and he and the girl were due to be married in a month or so. 

“Congratulations!” you squealed, beaming at the both of them. 

“Yer welcome to come,” Osamu said winking and you giggled. Osamu was always easy to talk to and you were glad that hadn’t changed.

“I’ll have to see if I’m free,” you replied with a smile and internally pushed the thought of seeing Atsumu looking radiant in a suit and standing at the end of an aisle out of your mind.

Speaking of the man, he had been uncharacteristically quiet during the conversation - a fact that did not escape his twin. 

“Well,” Osamu said, “Kaori wanted to check out the special exhibit so we’ll head there first.”

The now dark-haired brother dragged his fiance off and with that the two of you were left alone. 

“I should head back-” 

“How are you-” 

Both of you stopped and he scratched the back of his kneck again. “Right yeah you have to work.”

You nodded. “I should go.” 

He bit his lip and looked at the floor. You couldn’t help a small smile looking at such a large man looking so timid. 

“Atsumu.” He glanced up, your eyes locked for the first time. It registered how he was a man now, the softer curves of his face had become more angular and he was even taller than before with a broader build as well. 

“It was really nice to see you again.” A glimmer sparked in his eyes your statement. 

“And we have some cool new exhibits coming up you know since you’re so interested in art and all now…” You trailed off as he shot you a breathtaking grin and you desperately tried to ignore the fact that you were still weak for it even after all these years. 

“Yeah I saw some of the posters. I’ll drop by if I see something I like.” He winked and you almost rolled your eyes as you turned to swiftly walk away, heart pounding in your chest faster than it had in years.

Why did I have to blurt that out??? You groaned internally before speeding off to your meeting. You remembered the warm brown of his eyes. Yep. Definitely still weak. Damn it. 

After that, Atsumu started showing up to the museum. Every Saturday in fact. 

You did a double-take the first time you saw the setter standing in front of a painting with headphones on. You walked over to stand beside him and peeked at him, catching his attention. 

“What are you doing here?” you found yourself parroting when he lowered his headphones.

“It’s a museum,” he said confused, “I’m looking at the artwork. You said to come by?” 

“I-” you tilted your head to the side, a bit flustered at his re-appearance. Ah that was a stupid question why y/n why??

You bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d actually come. Wasn’t he busy??

“Okay, please enjoy our collections.” You said in a formal voice before walking away, cringing at your awkwardness. 

But after a while, you began looking forward to Saturdays and would make an excuse to wander the halls to see where he was. He’d shoot you a toothy smile when he saw you before turning back to the works with a pensive face. Hasn’t he memorised the works by now? You shook your head as you headed back to your office. He did have poor memory from what you remembered. 

As you sat down at your desk, you thought back to what happened years ago, remembering how overwhelming everything felt. It took all this time for you to become yourself again and it had taken nearly repressing most of high school to succeed in forgetting all the trauma. 

But after seeing Atsumu, you remembered all the good that came with those times too. How you’d hit Atsumu with the volleyball the first time you met, the fighting and bickering that came after, and how surprising it was that the two of you ended up dating. How he used to walk you home after both your practices ended and helped you with your serves. How after your injury, he spent his time not practising nodding off beside you in the library to keep you company and his goofy smile when he saw you supporting him at games . He’d even show up at the part time job you took your final year in a desperate attempt to find something to occupy you during all the free time you suddenly had by pretending he was a customer. You fought back a smile. 

Kind of like he was doing now. 

You swung your feet as you sat on the edge of the fountain, the both of you sipping on iced coffees. He’d taken to accompanying you on your break and you’d often go to a nearby cafe together. 

“Are you even allowed to be out in public like this? I mean Sakusa-san’s always in a cap and glasses whenever I see him in the news photos.” 

“Omi hates being social to begin with so he’s extra paranoid when he goes out.” Atsumu shrugged before grinning cockily. That cockiness made you bristle in annoyance - a reflex of yours that hadn’t changed. “What, scared you’ll get caught in a scandal with me?”

“I just don’t want your fangirls coming after me,” you said flatly. 

He scoffed in response. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of them?” 

“I don’t want to be harassed about it. I’ll end up getting pushed around,” you frowned. 

“As if,” he snorted, “You aren’t the type to be bullied so easily.” He felt the ghost of a volleyball slamming into his back and chuckled.

Your frown deepened in disagreement and Atsumu glanced at you before continuing. He never liked to see you doubt yourself. You used to be so confident, standing on the court steadfastly with your eyes alight with mischief. Even when you told him you got into university, there had been a prideful look on your face that he had been relieved to see.  

“Though it might be a good idea to have a few photos snapped of us. Our PR team says I need to shake off this playboy image.” 

“Image?”

An indignant noise erupted from the man beside you. “Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT a fuckboy. When do I have the time to sleep around? I’m either at practice, matches, or here with you!” He pouted and crossed his arms. 

“I’m honoured that the great Atsumu Miya chooses to grace me with his presence during my busy work day,” you said dryly. 

“Exactly, you’d be lucky to be caught with me,” he said, winking. 

“Still a celebrity I see,” you said shaking your head and opted to look away to focus on the bustle of people around the plaza.

“I’m not bothering ya, right?” You looked at him, confused, as he kept his gaze on the passersby as well. “Ya know, from yer busy work day.” 

“Since when do you care about things like that?” Miya Atsumu was not the type to ask permission to intrude on someone’s life. 

“I didn’t know if it would be okay,” he said softly and in a tone much more serious than you expected. “To see you again. I know we tried to leave on good terms but…” 

You knew what he was talking about. It was good terms - well the best you could do at the time but there was a sense of uneasiness. As if you lost something and you had been so eager to get away that you didn’t realise just what you lost. Seeing him again brought memories back, memories of a time that meant a great deal to you.  

“Why do you come back then?” 

“I can’t seem to stay away,” he said, chuckling weakly. 

“Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten over me yet or something,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. When Atsumu didn’t respond you felt your breath hitch as your throat felt suddenly tighten. You snuck a peek at him and when your gazes locked, both of you cleared your throats looking away quickly. 

“Osamu’s wedding is next week,” he suddenly said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh right. He must be excited,” you smiled. It was nice that your friend had gotten such a happy ending.

“Want to be my plus one?” 

“I believe I was invited.” You raised an eyebrow at him. 

He mirrored your raised eyebrow and said, “What, so you’re bringing a plus one?” You laughed at his audacity in automatically thinking you didn’t.

“Maybe I am? You never asked me if I had a boyfriend ‘Tsumu.” 

He frowned. “Well do ya? It’s hard to do better than me, you know.”

“Wow, you’re still a dick.”

“And you still dated me. So do you?” 

You wanted to press your palms to your eyes in exasperation. How was he still the same?  

“No I do not have a boyfriend, Atsumu.”

“What a coincidence,” he said, shooting you the toothy smile. “I don’t have one either so we can go together.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend?” 

This time it was Atsumu that felt a surge of exasperation. “A date smartass. So it’s perfect if we go together.” 

 He cut off your noise of protest at his sudden declaration by waving his hand, “I think your break is almost over. I’ll text you more about it later okay?” he said and walked off, turning around once to frantically wave goodbye at you.

You gave a half-hearted wave before making a shoo-ing motion at him. As you watched him finally turn and leave, you felt your smile slowly fading. You wanted to keep Atsumu at a distance and you had a strong instinct to flee - to go back to ignoring that part of your life. But how could you? You stupidly still found him charming after all these years. Miya Atsumu was slowly managing to worm his way back into your life and you found you were reluctant to kick him out. 

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At the insistence of his fiance, Osamu had decided to hold his wedding near the beach. You had been stunned at how pretty the venue was and admittedly a bit jealous at how gorgeous Kaori looked when she was showing you her wedding gown. You were also a bit nervous at spending a whole weekend with Atsumu around and knowing his personality, he would make sure he’d be harassing you the entire time. 

Your suspicions were indeed correct. After you arrived at the hotel, you slid your key card into your room lock and found the red light blinking, preventing your access to a hot shower you desperately needed. You grunted in annoyance, dumping your heavy suitcase on the ground and aggressively slid the card in and out. The red light continued to greet you and you swore in response. 

“Why is this not working??”

You heard a click and the door opened to reveal a damp Atsumu, towel slung around his neck and wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

“I thought I heard a sailor with a potty mouth,” he grinned, rubbing the end of the towel against his hair to dry it. 

“Atsumu?? What are you doing in my room??”

“y/n I think you mean my room?”

“What? I’m in room 261?”

“You’re in 262,” he said simply and pointed down the hall.

You blinked at him and he snatched the card from your limp hand, lifting your discarded bag from the floor.

You spluttered uselessly as you trailed after him. He slid the card in and green light betrayed you. He easily opened the door and looked at you pointedly, “See this is what it looks like when you use the key for the right door.” 

“Whatever,” you grumbled and just as you were about to thank him, he strolled through the door. 

“What are you doing? I never said you could go in!”

“Nice,” he said looking around. “It’s the same as mine.”

“No shit,” you were about to say but yelped again when he dumped both your suitcase and himself on the bed. 

“I swear your bed is softer,” he remarked as he laid sprawled out on his back. 

“You’re getting it wettt,” you whined and he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyebrow lifting. 

“You have a hot, shirtless pro-athlete on your bed and you’re complaining about the bed getting wet?” 

“I think I’m more questioning why you have boxers with ducks on them,” you mocked trying to ignore that you did, in fact, have a hot, shirtless pro-athlete on your bed.  

His lips stretched into a familiar shit-eating grin. “Maybe you’re just grouchy that YOU aren’t wet on the-.” 

“MIYA ATSUMU,” you screamed, horrified as you rushed over to clamp a hand over his mouth. Of course, you being you, you nearly tripped as you reached the bed and you yelped as strong arms pulled you forward. 

Your palms landed on a VERY solid chest and you looked up to see Atsumu’s face dangerously close to yours. Your eyes widened and you pushed yourself up only to have warm hands grip your thighs, stopping your attempt to get off of the offensive boy.

His eyebrows shot up as you sat, straddled on top of him. “Now we can change that if you-”

“UGH,” you threw your body weight to the side and tumbled off the bed. 

“Nice to see you’re still clumsy.” He peered down at your dishevelled figure sitting on the floor glaring at him. “How you managed to play a sport, I’ll never know.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Atsumu regretted it. He internally cursed as you refused to meet his eyes, lips twisting unhappily. His mouth was dry as he tried to smooth over his mistake.

 “I mean I didn’t-” He stammered. 

“I don’t know if you recall Miya,” You nearly spit and you saw him flinch as you stood up putting your hands on your hips. “But I was an EXCELLENT volleyball player.”

Yours eyes flashed at him in a defiant way and he nearly fell for you all over again.

“Ehh but your serves kinda sucked.” 

“Oh I don’t think you’re in a position to call my serves shit Mr. ‘Don't make me lose my focus or I’ll throw a temper tantrum’.” 

“Though,” you pondered for a moment. “You don’t seem to mind people cheering nowadays.”

He sat up, a triumphant smile slowly spreading across his face this time. “Oho and how would you know that? Has someone been stalking my games?”

Your eye twitched and your mouth opened and closed. You wracked your brain desperately for a way to deny this without sounding stupid before settling for a lame, “Get out Miya.” 

“You know if you wanna come watch all you have to do is ask, princess,” he said half-jokingly, half-hopeful that you would make the request. 

“Leave Miya,” you repeated, refusing to acknowledge that you did want to see him play. “I’m going to take a shower and I don’t wanna see you when I get out,” you warned as you moved towards the bathroom. 

“I can help you if you feel lonely~” he chuckled as he heard the door slam. Not wanting to push your wrath any further, he got up stretching before leaving the room. 

He was greeted with a face identical to his standing outside the door. 

“Ah so this is why you asked for the room next door to y/n.” 

“You were listening? Creep.” He said, striding past Osamu towards his own room. 

“I’m glad the two of you seem to be getting along,” he heard the amusement laced in his brother’s voice. 

“Yeah,” Atsumu said softly with his hand paused on the handle of his door. “I hope we are.” 

There was a silence between the two brothers and they distantly heard the sound of kids running down the hallways of the hotel somewhere.

“What? Too reluctant to leave her already?” 

Atsumu grimaced and Osamu nearly threw his hands up. “I know you’re whipped but she’s next door ‘Tsumu.” 

“Osamu,” Atsumu said in a serious manner that made his twin scrunch his face in concern. “I forgot my key card.” 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The sun was setting as Atsumu blearily opened his eyes. He hadn’t had a nap in years and it felt weird to actually get some rest. He rolled over to grab his phone and saw a message from his brother.

If you plan on waking up anytime soon, we’ll be down at the beach. 

He groaned and opted to scroll through instagram when he got another message. 

[y/n]  is here too.

He remained unmoving on his back for a moment before groaning again and rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling at the bait his twin set. Pulling on a pair of red basketball shorts and throwing on an old Stussy shirt, he made his way down to the beach. 

The sound of seagulls and crashing waves greeted him as his feet hit the sand. There were yells, the sounds of laughter, and he was surprised to see a volleyball net set up nearby. His eyes flitted towards Kaori blowing Osamu a kiss from across the net and froze as he saw a familiar figure yell at her about fraternising with the enemy.

There you were, face glowing with excitement, standing at the service line and spinning a volleyball in your hands. His feet took off towards the net before he could think and his gaze was glued to you as your palm made contact with the ball. 

He could practically hear your ‘tsk’ sound as Osamu dug it up and he couldn’t help but worriedly look at your ankle as you crouched low. Kaori jumped to block and his heart pounded in anticipation.

You darted out and dove, sending the ball high into the air. You scrambled to quickly get up and jogged back, your eyes following the set arching back towards you. 

Atsumu unconsciously held his breath as he watched you jump, feet kicked back behind you and arm drawn back - the orange sunset behind you highlighting your form. 

A malicious smile spread across your face as you found Osamu jumping up to reach over the net and you spiked against his arms. 

“OUT,” his fiance screamed as the ball ricocheted off the block and outside the court.

“C’mon ‘Samu,” Atsumu heard your teasing voice. “You must be getting old if you let me score off of you like that.” You finally noticed his figure by the makeshift court and perked up. “Oh, 'Tsumu’s awake!” 

He finally let out a breath when he saw you and Kaori waving excitedly at him. “Atsumu! Come join us!”

“Aw, how is that fair,” Osamu’s teammates groaned. “You guys can’t have a professional player on your team!”

“Suck it up,” you stuck a tongue out at him. “Atsumu is mine so you can’t have him.” You laughed gleefully at the protest that came from the opposing side and you playfully nudged him as he came to stand beside you at the net. 

He smiled down at you for a second and as you stared into his eyes, momentarily mesmerised. He looked at you with such familiarity and warmth and you couldn’t help but shyly smile in return. 

Your gaze was interrupted by a low growl. 

Atsumu’s eyes flitted up to meet his twin's through the net. “Pro or not, 'Tsumu you’re going down.” 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The games continued until the stars were coming out and you all settled around a fire, snacking on fruit as a reward for all the exercise. You felt the sand shift and Atsumu plopped down beside you. 

“I didn’t know you played.” 

You grimaced at the slight hint of betrayal in his voice.

“I can’t seem to stay away,” you laughed, repeating his words from the fountain. “I play some pickup games here and there.”

“...and you’re all healed now?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I go to PT but the muscle has been healed for a while. I have to wear a brace when I play but it’s more out of caution.” 

“It still creaks sometimes though,” you made a face. 

“Still. It’s good to see you stand on a court again.” 

You looked over and winced at the expression on his face. He had a wry smile that didn't suit his face and a distant look to his eyes. 

“I’m sorry Atsumu.” His gaze remained trained towards the darkness of the ocean. “I realised I never apologised for treating you badly back then. I know it’s not an excuse, but I was angry and hurt and all I could think was to get away to protect myself. I couldn’t think about anything else - anyone else.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw. “I know. I know better than anyone but god y/n, I was there for you wasn’t I?” He couldn’t help the reproach in his voice. “And you,” he bit his lip. “You just threw me away.” 

With those words, Atsumu realised what he’d been feeling since your breakup all those years ago - resentment. He felt guilty for doing so and he’d pushed it deep down but it was threatening to spill out from him now. 

“‘'Samu quit playing and then you left,” he said hoarsely. “You both left me alone.” 

“You had your team,” you tried to argue weakly. 

“Wasn’t the same.” He shook his head, broad shoulders slumping and he tucked his knees up, resting his head on them. “And you said that you would always be there for me," he said in a small voice.  

This boy - no this man - had done so much for you. Back in high school and now, he remained insistent on being by your side, even when you pushed him away. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated lamely. “I can’t thank you enough for supporting me and loving me then.”

“And I’m thankful that you’re in my life again.” You reached out a hand to cover his. His palm turned and he wrapped his fingers around yours. “I know I’m late,” you hesitated, gathering your courage before taking the plunge. “I’d like to be a part of yours again, if you’d let me.” 

The blonde setter finally looked at you and his eyes crinkled in a joyful manner that suddenly made you see the image of a younger, teen Miya Atsumu - the one you had loved so much. You both felt something - as if you found a missing puzzle piece fallen on the floor - placed back into its rightful place. 

“I’d like that."

Epilogue

“Relax, she said she’s running late right?” A sullen boy with raven curly hair pushed Atsumu towards the court. The stadium was already loud as people waited in anticipation for the MSBY match to start. 

He nodded, repeating to himself that you indeed sent him a text earlier saying you would be late. Besides, they were just warming up. The match hadn’t started yet and there was plenty of time left.

The empty seat beside Osamu seemed to mock him as he recalled the time when he ached upon seeing it empty yet again. He shook his head as if to clear it as the whistle blew to signal the teams should start warming up their serves. 

“WHOO let’s go ‘'Tsumu!” 

His eyes couldn’t leave your figure, clad in his jersey, lifting both your arms in the air and shaking pom poms. He let out a smile, one goofy enough that Sakusa rolled his eyes as he mouthed an ‘i love you,’ towards the stands.

He looked away triumphantly at your stunned figure as the whistle blew, this time to signal the beginning of the match. He focused his mind toward the game giddily and cemented his resolve that they would win today.

Because the seat was finally filled. You were there.

Right where you were supposed to be. 

#dear lord this was long #but i kinda like it #couldn't stop writing #atsumu miya #atsumu angst #atsumu fluff #astumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #hq atsumu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu imagines

[tooruslove]

don’t you just hate it when one thing leads to another and the lingerie which once hugged your curves snugly is now long gone and you’re suddenly on top of his toned body bouncing on his fat cock.

when a different sensation occurs every time your tight cunt sinks down on his shaft. when praises and whimpers fill the entire room. when he holds your waist to support you as you arch your back into his touch and his other promiscuous hand is settled in between your plush thighs circling your clit making you see stars. don’t you just hate it?

— levi. KUROO. ATSUMU. bokuto. EREN. suna. osamu. 

#aot smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #hq #hq x reader #hq x reader smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo #kuroo smut #aot x reader #aot x reader smut #attack on titan smut #snk #snk smut #snk x reader #atsumu smut #astumu x reader #atsumu x reader smut #atsumu #levi smut #levi smut imagines #levi x reader #levi x reader smut #levi #levi ackerman #boktuo smut #eren smut #eren x reader smut #eren

[sapphicshav]

— PICK IT UP! | miya atsumu

genre . . . fluff!! [event drabble]

synopsis . . . in which a seemingly harmless game of uno ends wihh a butthurt atsumu

note . . . for @avid-idiot

"pick up two" you place a +2 into the pile of cards in the centre of the table hoping atsumu wouldn't stack it. "nah you pick up four". he placed another +2 thinking he would give you four cards. "i don't think so, pick up six". his eyes widened in disgust as he watched you place another +2 giving him a total of six cards to pick up. "you. are. evil." he mumbles spacing out his words with every card he picks up. as the night went one, the two of you were both down to one card. having both said uno and not knowing what the other had tension began to rise. luckily atsumu didn't have the that was need so it was your turn to put down a card. "y/n you're not gonna to win against me 'kay, just pick up a card and—" you cut his monologue short by ending the game on a wild card and to make matters worse - it was a +4. atsumu packs up the game with speed and walks away pouting like an angry child.

"you're sleeping on the couch tonight".

#🖌️ — ꒰ sapphicshav ™ ꒱ #🏐 — ꒰ haikyuu ꒱ #🎈— ꒰ events! ꒱ #⭐ — ❝ slumber party ❞ #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #astumu x reader #atsumu hcs #astumu fluff

[yuu-kumeii]

Imagine waking up on your couch, the sun peering through the window and a book in your hand. Discarding the book on the coffee table when you hear light scratching noises coming from your back door, the door that leads to your garden. Smiling to yourself, you know exactly who it is that's so persistent on being let in. Making sure you look presentable, you open the door to see...

Two foxes. Two very identical foxes, sitting at your feet with ears pinned to their heads and eyes glossy in an attempt to look in desperate need of affection. You roll your eyes at their attempt, 'Don't they know they look cute enough as is?'. Cooing at them to come inside, to which they happily oblige, and ushering them to sit on the couch while you try your best to clean up the area first. You can tell your fluffy guests are getting impatient with their repeated whines from the couch, still giving you those impossibly adorable 'sad eyes'. Well, you don't have much of a choice now do you?

"Alright I'm done cleaning, be patient you two" a playful smile on your lips before dropping on the sofa with your arms opened dramatically for them. Your fox companions waste no time in snuggling into your sunken figure, licking at your face because at last you can pay attention to them. You pet both their heads and watch them melt deeper into your embrace. They may not be your foxes, but might as well be with the amount of times you find yourself in this exact predicament. It seems their antics knows no bounds because as soon as you even think about getting up they immediately start pawing at your dress, careful to not damage the garment, in an attempt to make you stay.

"Oh come on you two, I'll be back as soon as I finish making snacks ok?" two pairs of ears perked up at that. Making eye contact with each other, the foxes look back at you excitedly and lunge forward at you in joy. Stumbling back from the soft forces that collided with you, a laugh resonates from you as you struggle to hold both foxes in your arms. Nuzzling against the underside of your chin, happily squealing while your shower them with a train of kisses atop their heads.

Your fox companions agree that coming back to you will never be a bad choice. Even more so when just outside your window, a few more oval pairs of eyes watch the twins in your embrace. Though behind the oval eyes was a figure with ears and a tail, sighing at the antics of his group. Wondering when you'll find out the truth about your odd coloured companions and just how you would react to such a thing...

Inspired by @/dolliedarlin's Miya twins fox drabble

#「★ It's showtime! ★」 #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x reader #miya twins x reader #atsumu fluff #astumu x reader #osamu fluff #osamu x reader #haikyuu imagines #I've been thinking about this ever since reading the og drabble #I want fluffy companion foxes #Pls send me to a magical cottage where the animals turn into handsome hq men #More of a miya twins fox drabble than a hybrid one #So I guess that means there could be a part 2?

[earth2rin]

MY SAFE SPACE

astumu miya x fem!reader

angst + comfort

just a lil wip :p

~

the bright gym lights beat down heat on the backs of the team. shoes squeaked and there was a prominent smell of sweat and rubber surrounding the bleachers.

for a moment time had stopped, and his heart did too. it was all too late he feared. nothing more could have been done, but there was still a feeling of persistence in his bones, lying in wait to be awakened and to shake violently with the small amount of fight left in him.

it all moved in slow motion, his teammate diving to keep the ball alive, the mere centimeters he missed, the ball hitting the ground. the lights seemed to increasingly get brighter, and it seemed like his feet weighed the weight of the world.

he froze and the world went quiet.

so quiet that he hadn’t heard the sound of the whistle, or at least his brain hadn’t processed it. he could hear his rapid heart beating, and his opponents moving with glee and vigor.

and then it hit. his heart sunk, and it sunk so hard he thought there was a black hole in its place.

that was it. his last high school volleyball game.

he did not hear a word said in the meeting in the locker room except to bring the jerseys to practice tomorrow morning. to leave the last 4 years of his life in a storage room for some other player to wear for next year.

he was quiet on the ride home, too quiet his twin thought. but it was to be expected when all your hard work went down the drain.

his feet were heavy as he climbed up the stairs, his shoulders slumped and head down. he wanted nothing more then to just lie down and never get up again and to wither away.

but more than anything, he wanted to wash away the layer of skin he played in today, all the grime and sorrow. the hot water pelted his back, steam clouding his vision. he felt that maybe the boiling hot water could melt away the tension of the past few hours.

solemnly he walked to his room, the cold air on his bare chest felt like a breath of fresh air. he sat on the edge of his bed and just stayed there for what felt like ages.

he didn’t hear his door open, nor did he hear your footsteps making their way towards him. he only processed that you were there when you stood right in front of him between his legs.

he blinked a couple times, and that’s when the tears started pouring.

he threw his arms around your legs and buried his head in your abdomen, sobbing and clenching your tank top in his hands for dear life.

and you stood there, arms around his head, fingers sweeping through his hair and shushing his muffled cries. you rubbed his back to help soothe the heart break he felt. he cried until all you could hear were quiet sniffles and his breathing was not as rapid as before.

you gently unwrapped his arms from around your waist and slid into his bed, motioning for him to follow you and he complied.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his chest in the valley of your breast, entangling your legs together.

you still felt tears fall on your chest, but not as frequently. laying multiple kisses on his head, you continuing to rub soothing circles on his back. you waited until his breathing was even and his shoulders stopped shuddering to cheer him up.

now was definitely not the right time, but you decided to take a shot in the dark.

you tilt his head up, your soft and tender hands caressing his jaw and cheekbones that were puffy. you both stared into each others eyes for a moment, trying to read each others emotions.

so you decided to make a move and leaned in closer until your lips met his in a soft and tender kiss. he reciprocated the kiss almost (if not) immediately and his grip on your waist tightened.

he tasted like salt and peaches, and odd but comforting combo.

it was electrifying and incredibly sweet, and a little bit of the ache in his heart had gone away.

you both pulled apart and gazed into each others eyes, wiping his cheeks and sending a small smile his way.

a few more pecks and kisses and he was out like a light, drooling all over your chest and a killer grip on the back of your shirt.

content in your warm embrace that could mend his soul.

#miya astumu #atsumu miya #atsumu fanfic #astumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu #haiykuu!! #haikyuu x reader #tender love #soft and sweet #soft and fluffy #angst with a happy ending #tooth rotting fluff #atsumu drabble

[madewithspice]

I'm here to refresh ur pallet bitches >=] and def not to simp for my fave haikyuu boys whaaaaaat psht neveeeeeer.... =] Also tw:me self projecting onto y/n so could I get tendou, atsumu and anyone else u want comforting a reader w/ a not amazing situation w/ their parents (specifically their mom)?? I don't have trauma u doo-Dani🎠

Thank god I actually needed refreshing. My brain is going through the shits right now.

Pssshhh….simping, what’s that? (They’re some of my favourite hq boys too)

Me? Trauma? Never! I’m on tumblr purely for entertainment purposes. Have an iwa

Tendou Satori

Tendou would start off comforting you then slowly descend into insulting everyone who once wronged you.

Even if it was something small like they bumped into you.

If you were crying before, at the end you’ll be crying with laughter whether it’s from his jokes or tendou just tickling you.

He just wants you to smile again.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu will listen to everything you say with a sad look on his face, he says he is an empath and can feel everything you feel.

He finds it really sad and will lay there with you in your little slump until you start to feel better.

Secretly asks for advice from Samu that he then tells you pretending he thought of it himself.

He’ll smother you until you smile again.

Tsukishima Kei

Can not comfort and will not attempt to.

Tsukki will just subtly do things for you to cheer you up. He will literally google how to give good advice and just copy some cringey post and send it to you.

If you cry whilst talking to him, he will pull a face but after that he feels guilty and will rub your back until you calm down. Though there might be a distance between the two of you.

Tbh he just wants you to smile again so he’s not left feeling awkward.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwa is awkward at first with you but when he notices how much it’s affecting you, he’s putting everything down to stay with you for as long as you want.

He’d hold you as you fill him in about it all and once you’re finished, he’d tell you his view on it.

He’s a nice mix of both logical and emotional advice. One of the best people to have around because he’ll tell you things honestly but also will give great advice on how to make things better.

Definitely has his eye on you the rest of the week to make sure you’re doing okay and just in case you need him randomly. Gets your friends to give him regular updates on you.

- Kiki.

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu miya atsumu #haikyuu tendou #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu tsukishima #miya atsumu #tendou satori #tsukishima kei #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu atsumu #hq iwaizumi #hq tsukishima #hq tendou #astumu x reader #tsukishima x reader #iwaizumi x reader #tendou x reader #haikyuu comfort #hq imagines #sfw blog

[musicloveop3s]

I love simply atsumu, religiously.

Honestly what's better than atsumu just absolutely gushing over his partner and refusing to not talk about them during interviews.

Like this one time he's doing an interview with someone and he just keeps saying shit like-

"Yeah the training regime is absolutely BRUTAL but ya know my baby like a strong build soooo"

"The diet is horrible cuz my baby makes a lot of (your culture) food and it's delicious but I can't eat it! Cuz well it has too much this and that and I think it's bullshit!! I mean before the new diet I was able to eat it and still maintain-"

"Oh I love my fans! My honey says they feed my ego too much but like! How could they not? I love my fans and if they send me stuff I have a room dedicated to-"

"Sometimes my baby and I will read some of the stuff people write about me on Twitter and it's always funny, so many are thirst so let me say now if I could I'd let y'all take a big bite out of m-"

"Yer an idiot! Oh my god!! That's what my brother, owner of onigiri Miya, screamed at the TV or at least that's what my darling says and it sounds exactly like em'!! That bastard"

Like he's still bragging about himself and he doesn't even realize he's doing it, not even after watching it on screen, he realizes it when he goes on to YouTube and see compilations or counters of how often he mentions you. He does not give a shit in fact he starts mentioning the counter in interviews.

"My lovely said they'll order in my favorite! Which is (idk) and, oh wait! How many is that! I did it again ahah!"

- "did what?"

"Mentioned my lover! People have been poking fun of how often I talk about em' but I just can't help it!! Hahaha"

-"you do say a lot, at this point I think I'm also dating them! Haha it's amazing to see how much you love them!"

He has not a single drop of shame or embarrassment!

#atsumu miya #miya astumu #miya atsumu x reader #astumu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu hcs

[retromoments]

someone help me find this fic. i know it was sakuatsu and the plot was that sakusa and atsumu kept hooking up throughout the years but weren’t ever serious and kiyoomi was just very reluctant to let things get serious but eventually he did and it all worked out. there was also a subplot where osamu and suna were dating and suna cheated on osamu and atsumu left kiyoomi in the middle of a date to go to osamu. but i remember the last scene very vividly was osamu not believing that atsumu and kiyoomi were dating so kiyoomi facetimed osamu. someone please help if you know what fic this is

#miya astumu #kiyoomi imagines #sakuatsu #atsumu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x you #haikyuu x reader #angst #haikyuu angst #astumu x reader

[takeomisbitch]

NAVIGATION

Bella | She/Her | 18 | Black-White American

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Little bit about me

Really new to writing, I've been on tumblr for 2 years. And my birthday is July8th :)

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🎧 She…by The Misfits

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Shows I write for (might add more)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Attack On Titan

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Haikyuu

One Piece

Tokyo Revengers

Chainsaw Man

Alice in Borderland

Stranger Things

What I write

Smut | Fluff | Angst with happy ending (unless you request not to have a happy ending) | Headcanons | Short Stories | Imagines | Oneshots | And i might do fics

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#anime imagines #fluff #masterlist #bella’s masterlist #one piece imagine #tokyorev x reader #attack on titan #demon slayer #dabi smut #dabi x y/n #jjk nanami #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #gojo x y/n #armin arlert #aot imagines #astumu x reader #haikyuu suna #haikyuu imagines #smut #stranger things #eddie x reader #toji fushiguro #roronoa zoro x reader #eustass kid x reader #steve x reader #luffy x you #geto x reader

[mayxxday]

12:03 am

-Don't walk away from me. Not after that. Not after you pour your heart out for me and wait for me to walk all over it, because I won't. I love you, you. You're everything I wish for, everything I wanted. Don't walk away from me, not anymore when you have my heart. Don't leave me here without you.

#anime #hq x reader #haikyuuanime #haikyuu!! #hq boys #end #bittersweet #timestamp #angst #atsumu x oc #miya astumu #astumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya twins #miya #astumu #haikyuu manga #haikyuu timestamps #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x reader #no match #astumu's pov

[aztecbrujeria]

Just a thought...

Just thinking about Atsumu Miya in Peach lingerie sending a video to his lover...

The way he whines as he grind against the silk fabric on the pillow beneath him. A pink jeweled plug in his thick ass, every movement making him clench around it and having it tease his prostate. The way his pretty panties barely contain his bulge and growing hard on.

Him calling for Mommy/Daddy because he wants to cum...

GOOODDDD GIMMIEEEE!!!!

#miya atsumu #hq miya atsumu #astumu x reader #astumuthirst #aztecthirstthots #men in lingerie

[beesandflowers]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSRjXVtU3/?k=1

just saw this tiktok and immediately thought of atsumu because you cannot tell me he wouldn’t do this

#miya atsumu #atsumu fluff #atsumu imagines #atsumu headcanons #atsumu scenarios #astumu x reader #haikyuu!! #atsumu crack

[yourlovermumu]

i am a sucker for-

‘‘just the tip’‘ , ‘‘dont tempt me sweetheart’‘ ,‘‘oh yeah?’‘ , men so pussy drunk they wont let you go till you have squirted on their face multiple times, WHIMPERS men who whimper, men so in love all they can think about is you, men who just want you to sit on their face and suffocate them with your thighs, arguing but you go ‘‘why do you care?’‘ and he just bursts out, ‘‘because i love you!’‘ , tough men who would get down on their knees for you without you even you to having ask, buff and strong men who let you use them anyway you want in bed despite being capable of manhandling the shit out of you, dominant men who let you take the lead while resisting the urge to just flip you over and pound into you till you have turned into a complete mess. 

I WANT IT ALLLLLL

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[missmeinyourbones]

CLEAN ME UP 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"—And you finished it, right?" 

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

"See? So smart, baby." 

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

“Atsumu,” you try again, foreboding. 

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

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

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

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

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

His shyness has you trying a softer approach. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This time was different, okay?”

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

“How was it different?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” he decides, “I don’t.” 

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

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

“No. No, I don’t.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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