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satoruzlove · 1 year

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best friends to lovers with tsumu):

you two had become friends via osamu, because he loved how witty you were and this lead to you going over to their houses. atsumu comes back from a workout one day and sees you in the kitchen, for a moment he’s confused and then he realises that osamu has finally brought you over- so ofc he starts interrogating you. he asks you everything about yourself ; siblings, hobbies, parents, etc and osamu walks in on you explaining why you think that your zodiac sign doesn’t align with you. he immediately knows that you and tsumu are gonna get on amazing.

so as time goes it’s not just you going over when there’s no lectures or just to see samu, but now atsumu too. you three sit in the living room in silence as you play on your phones, or you cook together, little things. atsumu starts to feel very comfortable around you and when him and samu are alone he asks , “does yn have a boyfriend or anything?” and his twin IMMEDIATELY knows what’s going on😭😭😭😭it’s sooo embarrassing gelp me cus osamu gives him the most atrocious look ever, and he puts his drink down, “ why are you asking?” he questions. atsumu mumbles an aggressive, “‘m just fuckin’ asking, twerp.” and leaves. osamu wanted to tell you, but he really wanted to see how this played out.

so now when you came over osamu always had ‘things to do’, leaving you alone with tsumu. he knew what was going on but he refused to mention anything. you became acquainted with tsumu’s other friends and they always gave him a cheeky side eye whenever you sat with him or hugged him. this is when your suspicions raised. it ends up being a year of friendship and he still doesn’t know what to say because god if you knew how he felt you’d understand just why he can’t seem to confess.

he didn’t know how to describe it at first , and he didn’t understand. so much as seeing you against the counter of his childhood kitchen made his tummy do back flips because he had leaned on it too . he touched it- you’re touching what he touched. your hair looked so perfect although disheveled by the sheets of osamu’s bunk and the colour of your clothing complimented your skin tone gorgeously. the way your beautiful eyes widened in surprise when he entered the kitchen, light bouncing off them and displaying a sparkle that he never would’ve noticed on anyone else.

when you two talk, about everything and nothing - his heart squeezes for you. the way you spill your guts to him with a childish giggle and the way your eyes lock with his as he does the same. atsumu cant get enough of everything about you. it’s always the small things about you- the things he never noticed about anyone- that make him so impossibly warm around you. so impossibly famished of your love and attention that he could just collapse because it feels like he has no air to breathe when you place your attention on samu rather than him.

it’s because of samu that you found out ; or told rather. atsumu had grown so frustrated with samu this week. he kept stealing you away, taking you places, walking you to lecture halls knowing damn well that atsumu’s were too far away to do that. it upset him. the worse part is that he knew that his twin was aware. atsumu concludes that that’s why he was even doing this, to get him to confess. and it worked beautifully.

atsumu had texted you, “ meet me at my house, backyard , love ya!” .

it wasn’t unusual for him to randomly crave a late night talk so you went with zero suspicion. you trotted through the front door and slowly made your way to the back yard calling for tsumu. he never responded. his heard- was pounding and his palms weeped sweat as he heard your footsteps become closer and that’s when you saw it.

a blanket splayed on the ground, fairy lights adorning the awning above you as the dew cling to the ridges of it. the yellow hues bouncing off of your best friend’s golden hair made him look heavenly - of a religious book - as a smile widened onto his pretty face. he rushes up to you, wide form holding you. it’s soft , childish and if you tried hard enough you could feel the excitement radiating off him. when he pulls back a bit, you hear him whisper ,

“i have something to tell you, gorgeous. cmere.”

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ladylumin · 2 years

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Pick Up Lines | Atsumu x GN!Y/N

Note from Jihyun: I was just thinking about Haikyuu!! boys that would use pick up lines on Y/N and created this (っ◕◡◕っ)

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godlyaffection · 2 years

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can i request 1, 10, and 19 with miya atsumu and a gender neutral reader? 🥺

- ☕

It had been almost a month since you last saw Atsumu. Traveling for big important volleyball matches wasn’t anything new and with your own job it was rare that you could travel with him. It was always lonely without him around. You wanted nothing more than to see him and this time was especially hard on the both of you.

Atsumu wasn’t due to be back for another week, so when you heard the door to your shared apartment swing open you were surprised. There was only one other person that had a key to get into your apartment so you knew who it was immediately, but that didn’t stop you from being surprised.

You both stood there smiling at each other for a moment, your eyes glossing over with tears threatening to spill. A wide smile broke out on his face when he spoke for the first time.

“I missed you so much it hurt.”

You chuckled, walking over to him and taking his hand, swinging it a little and squeezing it tightly.

“I missed you too.” You responded, tears finally falling from your eyes.

“Do you want me to hold you?” Atsumu asked, already reaching out for you.

You didn’t respond, just pulled him closer to you, and rested your chin on his shoulder. After a few moments you both pulled back, you resting your head against his, still feeling so many emotions about him being back.

“Kiss me… please?”

Atsumu chuckled but clearly didn’t need any more convincing. He leaned in closer to kiss you. Your lips met in a long, much needed kiss, and that was when you knew that Atsumu was really back.

send me a prompt!

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luvring · 2 months

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CALLING THEM "DUDE"

gn!reader | oikawa, akaashi, suna, atsumu, aone

OIKAWA, predictably, lets his jaw drop and acts as if you’ve broken up with him. he teeters between draping his entire body over yours and whining, or crossing his arms and huffing while turning away. calling you dude feels foreign on his tongue, an insult to you, in tooru’s mind. but he’s nothing if not a little petty, and will call you it until you apologize.

“thanks, dude.”

tooru freezes, plate of cut up fruit in his right hand that mere moments ago, he pictured he’d be feeding you. but now—“dude?”

off the court, he’s nothing but predictable. you bait him with a smile. “yeah?”

“no! what- you called me dude! me?!” tooru holds his free hand to his chest.

“tooru—”

“oh, now i’m tooru? sorry, only the love of my life can call me that and be fed fruit from my personalized platter, bro i don’t know.”

AKAASHI cares a little—it feels kind of awkward and he finds himself overthinking the term. but once he’s comfortable, he can tell if it’s just something you say or if you’re messing with him, in which case he’ll have a knowing smile as he refers to you as his friend. but if he’s tired, he’ll drag out the bit just long enough to make you regret it.

“you okay, dude?” you ask as he finally comes out from the washroom, ready for bed.

keiji doesn’t respond, the pout on his face and his slow steps speaking for themselves. he climbs into bed, curling into your side and draping an arm over you.

his breath is warm against your collarbone. “no, dude. i think we need to stop capitalism. can i have a hug now?”

wrapping yourself around him, you place a kiss on his head, hair more ruffled than usual. “i’ll collapse capitalism for you.”

“you’re the best, dude. love you, dude.”

“keiji, please.”

SUNA doesn't really care. the times rintarou 'takes offense' are for a bit, and he sounds amused the entire time. if you don't care either, he'll call you “dude” himself and means nothing negative about it. this isn't to say he won't call you "baby" or "babe" or even "hon," but he—in his words—considers a large nickname vocabulary to be diverse and for the better.

"what the fuck are you talking about, dude?" you laugh.

rintarou rolls onto his back to look at you as you rest against the bed's headboard.

he squints at you and frowns—the look of disbelief on his face isn't at the term, but your reaction. "you're supposed to get me like no one else as the love of my life."

you raise an eyebrow. "maybe you should try making more sense?"

"i'm gonna 'dude-zone' you until you take that back."

"rin—"

"what, dude?"

ATSUMU instinctively responds as if you were osamu, not used to hearing the word in your voice. as soon as it clicks, he's as offended as you'd expect him to be. it becomes nonsensical bickering as soon as you act offended, until you're both laughing and ‘apologizing’ to each other.

“dude, where is my towel?”

“huh? i dunno, why would i touch your nasty ass towel?” he asks, eyes honed in on the game on his monitor.

you blink, and a moment passes before atsumu pauses and whips around. “wait, ‘dude’?”

his expression mirrors yours as laughter builds in your stomach. “what the hell did you just say to me?”

“y’just called me dude!”

“my nasty ass towel?”

atsumu’s own words finally hit him and he stutters, “babe- wait- i thought you were ’samu—”

“samu?!”

“wait—”

AONE’s gotten so used to you calling his first name, or using terms of endearment that he thinks he’s done something wrong. his anxiety doesn’t last long, not when you take a look at his hesitant expression and posture while he works up the courage to ask about it. he wishes it didn’t bother him so much, but he admits that he’d like having a special name, or just his first instead.

“hey, dude, can you pass me my charger?”

“...huh?”

“my charger? it’s next to the couch by your feet,” you explain.

takanobu’s brows furrow as he quietly picks it up and hands it to you. he wonders if he’s imagining things when you shoot him your regular smile and thank him.

a few minutes go by, and it’s nowhere near unusual for the both of you to sit quietly together, but he hasn’t sat comfortably since you asked for your charger. moving closer, you apologize and hold onto his arm. “’m kidding, ’nobu, just wanted to see your reaction.”

his body relaxes as the both of you lean into each other, and he smiles, albeit a little embarrassed. “that’s good to know.”

“...i like your nicknames for me more.”

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@dira333 i know u like aone.. i don't write for him a lot but He is here. thought of u. and @reverie-starlight u r of course my local tsumu fan. YAAAY!!!

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zmbiesuga · 7 months

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TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader

sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?

warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty

notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so

"I'm not wearin' 'em."

"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"

Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.

It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.

Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:

"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."

You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.

After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"

Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.

"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."

And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.

"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."

"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."

Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.

"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"

"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."

Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"What was that?" you ask.

"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."

"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"

"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."

You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."

Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.

It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...

You.

The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.

You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"

"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."

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emmyrosee · 17 days

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For your milestone, how about 18. with Atsumu and 27. with Sukuna🫶🏽

18 with Atsumu… hugs 🩷

So warm.

You bury your face deeper into Atsumu’s chest as you relish in the warmth of his torso, his arms tight around you as you coil yourself happily. He smells like deodorant and a shower, like fresh clothes and home, and you’re always reminded how much you love that scent when he comes home and washes the smell of the outside world off of him.

His long arms cradle your body to his, hand gingerly cupping the back of your head and rolling his thumb back and forth. You feel his lips press against your head, “missed me that much?”

“Mm-hm,” you murmur, nosing at the dip of his sternum and taking a deep inhale in.

He snorts, “are you sniffing me?”

“Mm-hm,” you repeat, this time with a small giggle.

He laughs and squeezes you closer, a noise of effort slipping past his lips, “I missed you too. I always miss you when I go to practice.”

“Then don’t go,” you suggest. “Stay here. With me. And we can just hug and cuddle forever.”

He sighs and presses another kiss to your head, “believe me baby, nothing sounds better than that. But volleyball keeps the bread on the table. Gotta keep playing if it means my baby gets the life they deserve.” You make a noise of protest, and he shushes you, “you don’t worry about volleyball right now, ‘Kay? I’m all yours for the next 12 hours. Just love me.”

“I do love you,” you hum, twisting your neck to look up at him, beaming as he looks back down at you. “So much.”

“I love you too,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your lips.

So warm.

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valeriwa · 10 months

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CALLING THEM PRETTY BOY

pretty, adorable boys :( characters: suna rintaro, akaashi keiji, miya atsumu [gn!reader] cw: petnames, post timeskip request here

SUNA RINTARO

you both were napping on the sofa

it's suna's favorite thing to do after practice - napping, with you <3

you were on top of him when he stirred awake

"hey baby, you awake?" you asked, smiling as suna tried to blink the sleep away from his golden eyes. a lazy grin made his way to his face.

"you gonna get off? i can't breathe." he was just teasing you; he knew that you knew that he liked you on him, he liked the way you felt on him.

"oh, i just wanted to lay with my pretty boy but my bad." you had gotten off of him by this point with your back to him, a shit-eating grin on your face as he processed your statement.

you moved a bit farther but suna's hand shot out to grab your wrist and pull you in. you were standing in between his legs, your back pressed into his face as he wrapped his arms around your torso.

"say that again for me?"

AKAASHI KEIJI

you'd just returned from work when you saw him

akaashi, with an apron, cooking dinner

it was his day off but he's been really busy lately so you assumed you'd order food today

"babe, are you cooking?" you asked, stepping in to the kitchen following the aroma of homemade food. akaashi stopped stirring the pot, turning to look at you.

"hey sweetheart. yeah, i feel bad for being so busy lately, thought i could make it up to you?" he gives you that million-dollar smile, the one that's only reserved for you and you can feel your heart melt.

"of course, you know i'd never hold your work against you." pouting, you slide up next to him, peering into the pot to see what's cooking.

"smell nice?"

"everything you cook smells nice, pretty boy." you hadn't even realized it slipped out and you were already taste-testing the food.

"sweetheart?" you looked to akaashi, his ears and cheeks tinged red as a shy smile took over. it was then when you put two and two together to understand what happened.

"are you getting shy because i called you pretty?" your tone was a little incredulous because you're sure you compliment a lot but obviously not enough.

"you're my pretty boy, keiji. my lovely, pretty boy."

MIYA ATSUMU

it was the end of a match and of course he won

that cocky bastard, and his cocky grin

you were so proud though :')

you rolled your eyes as you wove your way through the crowd. you could imagine his smug grin, but you couldn't wait to see it yourself.

he spotted you and waved you over, the action letting other people know you were coming and parted for you. you smiled as you ran towards him, wearing his jersey.

"that's my pretty boy!" you shout, engulfing him in a hug. you wrapped your arms around him, and he was a bit frozen. noticing he wasn't reciprocating, you leaned back to see his face.

"what happened baby?" you asked, concern washed over your features. his ears were red as he dropped his head onto your shoulder.

"can ya call me that again?"

"call you what?"

"can ya call me yer pretty boy?" your face broke out into a grin as he whispered the request. the blush across his face deepened and he was glad that you couldn't see it.

"of course, my pretty boy. the prettiest."

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kairismess · 26 days

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Can you imagine Oikawa, Atsumu, or Sakusa with an artist s/o and their sketchbook is just full of them <333333

to be loved by an artist >>>>>>

Don’t feel like you have to do this I just really like how you write things <3

he loves the way you show him how much you adore him.

when you gave him permission to look through the sketchbook he got you that you were almost done filling up with sketches and drawings, you felt a little insecure of what he might find in all those pages... and what he'd say in response.

as he flipped through the pages, while you turned away from him or covered your eyes, or did both as he murmured to himself, chuckled to himself at how adorable your little doodles were, he just had one question in mind: "why does it look like i'm your muse in every one of these sketches?"

when he turned to face you to ask you this, you blurted out that was how you wanted him to know you loved him. art was your forte, after all, it was what made sense to you the most–it was how you felt freest expressing yourself. and you couldn't find a better way to express how beautiful and gorgeous he appeared except through the skill of your pencil and hands.

you had a habit of portraying him and capturing moments of him in the most mundane scenarios–him practicing his tosses, spiking, tying his shoes, eating food, sleeping–but these moments were so intimate to you that you felt compelled to mix how you saw him with the image of him.

you saw him as beautiful, and you wanted to eternalize his beauty through the pages of your sketchbook; that was how you loved him, and he couldn't love you any more than he could now. a smile stretched across his face, and a twinkle danced in his eyes as he listened to you, watched you get flustered as you explained why he was all you could portray and draw.

he couldn't wish for anyone else to love him, because to him, to be immortalized by someone so talented and loving that they know just how to make even your worst moments look breathtaking... it makes him want to do everything to love you even a fraction of how you love him.

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wonderoustime · 8 months

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don't get me wrong, atsumu is most definitely an outdoorsy person, but the kind of dates he loves the most are all the indoor ones. and not indoors as in dining at a restaurant or dying of cuteness in cat cafés or wandering through an art gallery, oh no.

indoors as in holed up in your house, wrapped in each others' arms like the lovestruck little gremlins you are, gorging on cheap, greasy yet the most delicious takeout you've ever had (along with a few of osamu's onigiris which seriously can't belong on the same league as your takeout) while binge-watching trashy romcoms and the most predictable action series.

or indoors as in experimenting with new cookie recipes and slow-dancing with him to the music playing out of your phone, accidentally causing them to burn and taste terrible, yet end up being finished in less than five minutes.

or indoors as in curled up on your bed, his head on your chest, your soft voice reading aloud to your favorite book as you gently stroke his hair lulling him to a deep, deep sleep where the coziness of the blankets and the comfort of him accidentally leads to you taking a nap, too, in the middle of the day.

those kinds of indoors >>>

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periwnklblu · 1 year

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baby steps

in which their toddlers fall and they're definitely, totally not helicopter parents

featuring: Bokuto, Atsumu and Iwaizumi

contains: gn! reader, fluff

authors note: slowly attempting to get back into writing. feedback is much appreciated <3

p.s inbox is open for now!

bokuto:

Bokuto held his breath as he watched stubby little legs take shaky step after shaky step. He knows that it's important to not be a helicopter parent and to let his little toddler walk independently more, even if it meant she stumbled here and there. It's a part of growing up.

Yet he can't tear his golden eyes away as she stomps from the living room and toward your figure in the kitchen. Bokuto watched as his little owl gained confidence in her steps, the pitter patter of her sock clad feet becoming quicker. He couldn't help himself, and in the five seconds he tore his gaze away to look for his phone, he heard an oomp, followed by soft whimpers. Before you could even turn around and process what happened, Bokuto was quick to the rescue and cradling the small toddler so delicately in his big, sturdy arms. “Shh baby girl, it's okay. Daddys got ya, it'll be okay” he whispered as he wiped away her tears

atsumu:

It was Atsumu's turn to stay in with his son as you had plans with your friends. “It’ll be a piece of cake”, he claimed earlier, dismissing the last minute advice you had for him. Atsumu even went as far as betting that when you came home, your son would be in bed with no new cuts or bruises from playing around. You were skeptical, knowing how much energy your son and husband had, nevertheless alone together. So you agreed to his little bet, sealing the deal with a kiss to his lips and a smirk on your face. You were looking forward to the free time you’d have when Atsumu lost and had to do the laundry for the week.

And he was feeling confident. That is, up until his son got bored with his usual toys and decided running around was the next best thing. Atsumu thought none of it, despite the unsteady steps and the close calls with the wall. It wasn’t until he heard a thump that he turned towards the sofa armrest and found a fallen toddler with watering eyes.

“You’re okay buddy” he cooed as he softly approached the little boy and began rubbing the red spot on his son’s forehead. “This is gonna leave a bruise” he murmured to himself, "but you'll be okay. yer papa's got ya". So much for the bet.

iwaizuimi

“Haji, quick! She’s walking!” was all Iwaizumi needed to hear before sprinting his way to where you sat in the middle of the living room. Your arms outstretched as your daughter takes one wobbly step, followed by another. Haijme couldn’t believe how fast she was growing up, but really he couldn't believe how much more love he could feel when he thought his heart had reached capacity. Just as she was approaching your arms, her legs gave out. Before she could even touch the ground, and even register that she had fallen, Hajime had already swooped in and hoisted her up into his arms. “You did great, baby girl, I'm so proud”.

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romiyaro · 1 year

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ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ #3 "ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴜᴅᴇꜱ" !!!

CW: nudes¡ suggestive language¡ mentions of sex¡

Pairing: (all post timeskip) suna, atsumu, osamu, ginjima x gn!reader

Network: @tokyometronetwork

ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ

Guaranteed returns. All favors are returned x1000.

Send him a partial nude and you will get a dick pic within 3 milliseconds. Send him a thirst trap and an audio capture of him moaning your name is sent back.

Suna prides himself on his ability to collect quality material, so it's no surprise he's so very enthusiastic about this nudes exchange business.

Has pretty lights set up around his room just for the sake of clicking aesthetic dick pics.

There's even a special folder on his desktop dedicated to you. All these frisky pics and videos are stored there. He even names it his 'personal pornhub'

Comes home with hundreds of nasty fantasies filled in his head. Trust me he's created a very nice simulation of all the things he'd love to do to you.

ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ

You just know this motherfucker is choking on his spit every time you send a pic that's even closely revealing.

This one time you send him a suggestive (only to dirty minded people) picture of your newly done nails holding your glass just for fun and next day videos of Miya Atsumu, star athlete clumsily fumbling with his phone are trending on the internet.

I'm really really sorry for this one but he totally responds in Adam Levine style😭😭😭 he's embarrassing you know it but you love him and that shitty replying style is something you and him have to work on.

He comes home all needy and whiny after that. Needs all the love and affection— much much more than usual.

He might not admit it but every time his phone pings and it's a message from you he pulls in a deep breath to stabilize his heart and be ready.

Atsumu is too much of an innocent boy for that cocky front he puts up.

ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ

Now this guy is a totally different story. Unlike his brother, although equally cocky, he has the guts to back it up.

You once sent him a nude while on a double dinner date just to see his reaction and this mf looked at the picture and smirked, licking his lip. Never tell him how flustering you found it you'd just be digging your own grave.

He's an observant guy, he knows all your preferences– from the food to the positions, so it's not a huge surprise to you when he sends you detailed, nasty, toe-curling replies.

Lowkey think he could run his own pornblog and we would still follow him like dick hungry bitches.

Sometimes, he would send you unprompted random messages while you are at work. Like sirrrr, you get it. He knows you very well but it's none of his business to ensure you're melting in your chair at work thinking about him.

But that's not all. The real nastiness starts when you return home, or his hotel. This man is filthy. And he's gonna pull you down with him whether you like it or not.

ʜɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ɢɪɴᴊɪᴍᴀ

You were sorely mistaken if you thought he was an innocent baby boy who had to be introduced to the art of sending nudes gently💀💀💀

He is the devil. This man laughs at you and calls you weak when you send him a partial nude.

The insult digs deeper when he sends you a beautiful, Pinterest worthy image of his pants pulled down just enough to show his perfect v-line. The sunlight kissing his pretty skin doesn't help either.

This ensues a nudes war. Who can click the better nude.

You both give each other occasional runs for your money. But it's usually him powning you most of the time. This guy has some serious aesthetics.

But the funny thing is, although you both forget the original intention of sending nudes, you both develop a cute and adorable sort of bonding activity out of it.

Lost the taglist so i won't tag anybody and this isn't gonna be a regular writing phase anyways so🙏🙏🙏 also drop some holy water in the comments and reblogs plej i need it I've been thinking very nasty thoughts abt a certain white haired sensei from naruto

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luvring · 2 years

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— clingy boyfriends

gn!reader | oikawa, kenma, akaashi, suna, atsumu, timeskip!sakusa

warnings: mention of sakusa being drunk

technically all of them are aged up but sakusa's has manga spoilers!

OIKAWA is lying on top of you when you try to push him off. “i will literally die if you try to leave me.” you groan to try to hide your laugh. “really, tooru?” “yes,” he says, getting up so he’s in a planking position above you. “i’d get up just to drop dead on the floor. it’s always the spouse, you know.” the both of you stare at each other. it’s the perfect opportunity, really, if you tried to roll out of the way. but oikawa’s quicker than you, and he drops back down before you can shuffle even half a foot. his arms wrap around you as he rolls onto his side, pulling you against his chest. “you’re so annoying,” you laugh. he grins as he presses kisses on your shoulder, “but you love me. and you’re stuck with me until i’m ready to get up.”

KENMA groans, his hold tightening, when he feels you try to shuffle out of bed. “ken, ‘m hungry,” you whine. he only nuzzles closer into your neck before responding, “order food then.” you stare at him even though you know he can’t see you. “then what? tell them to somehow unlock the door and find us upstairs?” he hums in return, letting out a deep breath against your skin. “you know where the spare key is.” the thought gets a surprised laugh to escape you and you can feel kenma try to stop his own. “we can go down together in a few minutes. please?” you huff lightly and let your fingers start to brush through his hair. “okay, but if you fall asleep i’m going without you,” you say, knowing full well he’d wake up just to cling onto you longer.

KEIJI stretches and yawns before looking over at you beside him. “g’mornin’,” he greets you before placing his arm around your waist. and you know what's happening when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “keiji—” he hums, leaving a kiss against your jaw. “we have to get up,” you whine. he huffs a breath against your skin. “no we don’t, and you know it. it’s saturday.” “you don’t want breakfast?” “we can get brunch,” he replies easily. “i’ll cook our favourites.” there isn’t much to argue with when he’s warmer and more comfortable, and the sun is peaking through the blinds just enough. and keiji knows he’s won when he looks up at you with a soft smile. “stay with me?” you breathe out and mumble an “okay,” before letting yourself cuddle further into him and the blanket. he kisses your face once, twice, three times before pulling away. "love you."

SUNA frowns and looks up at you, his head still nuzzled into the crook of your neck, as soon as he doesn't feel you playing with his hair. “why’d you stop?” you spare a glance before waving your phone slightly. “‘cause i was typing?” “type with one hand then." he grabs the hand previously putting him to sleep and places it back on his head. “rin—god, okay,” you laugh. slowly, you start to comb through his hair again and feel his deep breath against your skin. “clingy baby.” he hums and smiles before placing a lazy kiss against your collarbone. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” “oh yeah? so you’d let me leave right now?” suna pulls away from you, only to bump his nose against your cheek. his breath is warm as he whispers, “you wouldn’t dare.”

ATSUMU swings your arms side to side and whines, “baby, please?” you respond with a light but drawn out tone, “i can’t come with you to practice, babe.” he frowns, pulling your hands up so he could play with them in front of you. “i’ll quit my job then.” “wh—” your sentence is cut short by a snort as you suddenly let go of him. he pouts at the lost contact, pouting more at your reply. “sure you will, tsumu. i couldn’t take you from volleyball even if i had a billion dollars.” but atsumu sighs, knowing you were ultimately right. so he takes a step closer and leans his forehead against yours. his voice is softer now. “but ‘m gonna miss you.” slowly, you pull him into a hug and let him wrap his arms around you. “i’ll see you after, okay?” “fine, but i’m not letting ya go until tomorrow morning,” he says. your lips twitch into a smile at his promise. “okay, tsum.”

SAKUSA wishes his teammates would leave his house right now only half-jokingly. “if only fans could see how clingy yer boyfriend is,” atsumu sighs as he sits across from you in the living room. you look down at your boyfriend at the mention and smile as he pouts against you. maybe he drank a little more than usual, his face flushed as his arms trap you against the couch. “ooh, it’d probably help with publicity,” hinata teases. sakusa only moves further into you as he groans. deciding to have a little mercy, you finally reply. “cuddly ‘omi’s for me only, actually.” at the sound of your voice, he tilts his head to glance at you before kissing your collarbone. sighing, he mumbles quietly, “thank you.” “gross.” at that, sakusa finally lets go for a second, turning around to shoot a glare at his teammate. “get out of here, atsumu.”

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zmbiesuga · 11 months

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kisses with some haikyuu boys that have been on my mind lately . . . a tad suggestive in some parts.

kisses with semi are rough and needy. the kisses that have you pressed against the wall. the ones that leave you both breathless as he pulls away to examine your puffy and bruised lips. a small flush of pink beginning to spread across his face as he finds himself going back for more.

kisses with atsumu are tender and playful. kisses he uses to greet you when you come home from a long day, to show you how much his heart missed you while you were away. kisses that, when he pulls away, he makes a dramatic thwap! noise that makes you giggle.

kisses with iwaizumi that are actually a little shy and hesitant. kisses that show the softie he tries so hard to hide through his hard shell. hesitating before going in for your lips because he's so afraid of messing up, the blood rushing to the tip of his ears as he feels you smile into it.

kisses with matsukawa are erratic and playful. kisses that never stop at your lips, he always ends up covering every inch of skin he can find in kisses. exaggerated smooching sounds as his lips touch every piece of ground he can cover.

kisses with tsukishima are slow and dedicated. kisses that have the smart-mouthed blonde quiet for a few moments, soaking up your presence. taking his time and whispering small "i love you"'s before going back at it again. proving your the only person in the world that he loves this much.

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emmyrosee · 7 months

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I just like the smell of men’s body wash and it’s my hubby’s birthday 🥺🩷

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There’s a smell from the shower that Atsumu’s not used to, unless he’s in it.

On the outside, it smells like citrus and cedar, but there’s also a tinge that can only be classified as ‘the color blue’ as it circles the air around him. He furrows his brows as he lets his feet follow down the hall, into the bedroom, and right in front of the bathroom door.

You’re using his body wash.

The sound of the shower is still pattering loud as you scrub away, the music on your phone mingling with the shower water and the smell of his body wash seeping from under the door with the humidity of steam.

He smiles and bites his lip softly.

You’re using his body wash.

You’ve been together only for a few months, the necessity of keeping certain hygiene products being more important the more you spend the nights together.

And tonight, it seems like you’re more than content to use his.

It’s a few minutes after he snaps himself out of his trance, he hears the water stop, then your music pauses, and he has to fix up a facade that he wasn’t just standing outside of your shower, sniffing.

“Hey baby,” he says, pulling off his shirt with the least amount of nonchalance. “How was your shower?”

He hides a snicker as you glare at him, only in his boxers and a stretched out tee shirt.

“I hate your freaking 17-in-1 crap,” you grumble, sitting on the bed to slip on your socks. He says nothing, merely grinning as he watches you go about your routine. “Frying the ends of my hair, drying my skin. Next time we go out we’re splurging shampoo and conditioner and a good body wash.”

“You still used it though.”

“Yeah, because I ran out of my stuff that I keep here.” You say it as if your cheeks aren’t heating up before his eyes, and your hands aren’t shaking suddenly with the discussion. “You should just have good stuff then.”

Atsumu chuckles, then moves over to your perch on the bed. He takes the hands from your sock and gently kisses your knuckles, eyes fixated on yours. “I was just touching my feet,” you snort.

“Yeah; I also walk into the bathroom when you’re peeing. Transitive property, I’m still gross.”

You let out a string of laughter and lean down to meet his lips for a kiss, and he moves a hand to gently cup the back of your head to cradle you close.

When you pull away, he nudges his nose with yours, “maybe you should keep your good stuff here.”

“Or we should get you good stuff-“

“But I want yours.”

“Then we’ll buy mine-“

“I’m asking if you want to move in with me freak show,” he groans, immediately shifting to stand up and pin you to the bed, fingers tickling wildly while you kick and scream, swatting his hands away. “You gotta make every little thing a process don’t you-“

“Yes!” You squeal, and he pauses to ask you which one you’re saying yes too-

Only for you to kick him square in the gut.

And that’s exactly how atsumu wanted to spend the night he asked you to move in with him; trapped in the ER with a fractured rib.

But hey; at least you were the to take care of him.

And you never left.

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valeriwa · 10 months

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JEALOUS HAIKYUU BOYS

characters: suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, miya atsumu [gn!reader]

cw: fluff

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you hadn't noticed the growing pout on suna rintaro's face as you kept talking to your colleague. suna's narrowed eyes followed your every movement, and his eyes grew wide when your lips stretched into one of his favorite grins. that was it. suna sidled up next to you, a careless hand thrown over your shoulder as he stared down your colleague who grew uncomfortable with each passing moment. eventually, he ended up excusing himself and left. you turned to suna, an incredulous look in your eyes when you realized what he was doing. he just smiled; "jus' taking care of you."

you had to bite your lips to keep yourself from laughing. tsukishima kei was glaring daggers into your back as you conversed with the barista. you can't believe he was getting jealous. it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and you can't believe he was doing it for over a barista? the barista handed over the drinks to you but tsukishima scoffed and snatched it from him, leaving the cafe. you apologized on his behalf, but your eyes were smiling. you followed him out of the cafe, nudging him with your shoulder, a teasing smile on your face. he looked at you, giving you your drink before muttering "let's go to a different cafe next time."

your pleasant conversation had been interrupted with an obnoxiously loud snort, that seemed awfully familiar. you turned to see that it was in fact miya atsumu. he came up to you, looking at your conversation partner dead in the eye as he introduced himself as the world's best setter and your beloved. your eyes almost popped out of their sockets as you heard his pretentious introduction. blinking slowly, you heard the rest of it too; "don'tcha go thinking you've got a chance with 'em, okay?"

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