#haikyuu atsumu oneshot

[luvingtsumu]

( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

after finding out about a ‘pheromones’ perfume thanks to tiktok, you decided to try it with your boyfriend, thinking it probably wouldn’t work. but it definitely did.

content— smut, established relationship, car sex, grinding, public sex, timeskip!atsumu, vaginal penetration, creampies.

author’s note— not my best work i think. and i should be sleeping. i have classes tomorrow. i rather die.

After a long day at work, you decided to go pick up your boyfriend after his night with the boy’s from his team. Around 10:00 pm you arrived to the location where he was, parking a few blocks away since there wasn’t any space close to the restaurant.

You looked down at your bag and remembered the perfume that you bought. A pheromone perfume that was supposed to attract your partner or something like that, you didn’t remember; a smile appeared on your face as you reached for it.

You had your doubts about the product, but you didn’t missed anything trying it, so that’s what you did, you applied the perfume and waited for Atsumu to arrive.

He got to the car after some minutes, opening the door and smiling as he saw you.

“Hey, doll.” he got into the passenger seat and threw his gym bag to the backseat before he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Hey.” you smiled when you felt his lips against your skin “How was your day?”

“It was goo—” he suddenly stopped talking, a confused frown on his face as he leaned in again “Good, it was good…”

You watched him lean into your neck, taking small sniffs; you chuckled “What?”

“I dunno, ya smell good…” he planted a kiss on your jaw, shifting on the seat so he could be as close to you as he could.

“Yeah? Is a new perfume I bought.” you felt him burying his face on your neck “You like it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” he took a deep breath and leaned back onto his seat, clearing his throat “It smells so good.” his hand went to your thigh, squeezing as many flesh fit on his palm.

You laughed “So, let’s go?” he nodded, keeping his eyes on you your lips.

“Ya look gorgeous today.” he mentioned before you could start the car “I mean, always, but today yer shinin’.”

He raised his hips to arrange himself on his seat before he leaned to your neck again “‘m sorry, but ya actually smell so good.” he groaned “What’s this?”

Your cheeks got warm as he left small kisses on your neck, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

“Oh god.” he whispered against your skin, nibbling softly.

“‘tsumu—” you felt him licking your neck “Ew!” you wrinkled your nose, placing your hand on his cheek to push his face away.

He let out a low chuckle as he got back into his seat, his hand went to grab the bulge on his pants, sighing.

“God, ya drive me crazy.” he mumbled, turning to look at you, his pupil dilated as ever, his pretty brow eyes now darkened by something you knew very well. Lust.

“What’s with you?” your lips curled up, your lower lip going in between your teeth.

“‘m goin’ crazy fer ya.” he smirked “Ya smell so good.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s somethin’.” he grabbed your cheek and pulled you towards him “Doll, ya have no idea how hard I am.” he brushed his lips against yours.

He gently took your hand, moving it towards his pants, making you palm him over his clothes.

“You’re shameless, ‘tsumu.” you sighed against his lips, your eyes going from his face to see your own hand grabbing his erect cock under his clothes.

“‘m weak, my love. ‘m just a boy ‘nd yer a gorgeous woman.” he smiled “Ya smell fuckin’ good.” he mumbled before his lips crashed into yours.

You kissed him back, how could you deny him that?

He let free your hand, his other hand going to raise your skirt, reaching for your clit over your panties, making you gasp as you separated from the kiss.

“Atsumu.” you looked at him, scolding him with your eyes, knowing he couldn’t care less.

“Yer doin’ things to me, can’t blame me.” he leaned in and kissed the exposed skin from your shoulders “I can’t wait ‘till we get home…”

You gulped, feeling your own warmth grow in between your legs. Usually he had more self control, and he was aware he couldn’t fuck you in public, even if he wanted to— many times. But right now it looked like he didn’t cared at all.

“You’re not thinking about doing it here, are you?”

“I can’t help it.” he removed his hand from your thighs and raised his head to look at you in the eyes.

He sat straight on his seat, moving it back, creating more room in the car “Yer in or out?” he looked at you with a soft look and his lips curled.

You started this, you couldn’t complain now.

“I hate it when you look at me like that.” you said before jumping onto his lap “I can’t resist you.”

A moan escaped his lips when your legs wrapped around him, his hands going to your hips before they traveled down, gripping your butt.

“God, yer so beautiful.” he muttered as he began to grind against you, groaning.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and started moving your hips too, matching his.

He buried his face on your neck again, breathing all your delicious scent as he began to trail down your neck with sloppy open-mouthed kisses before gently nibbling on it.

“Yer so pretty...So irresistible.” he cooed, letting out a long sigh.

Soft moans escaped your lips as his throbbing cock pushed on your clit over the layers of clothing, he pushed his hips up making you bite your lips in pleasure.

You could cum from this, and to be honest he could too. You were driving him insane and if he didn’t went inside of you he might just ruin his favorite shorts.

“Fuck, baby, just want to fuck ya.” he groaned, raising his hips before quickly taking down his shorts, a big bulge on his tight underwear.

You sighed and he laughed softly “Gettin’ hungry? Yer lookin’ at my dick as if ya didn’t had it inside of ya yesterday.” he smirked, taking off his underwear.

“Oh, you’re not the one to talk, ‘tsumu.” you rolled your eyes, he bit his lip.

“Yer so damn right.” he pushed your skirt up until his hand reached your panties, he moved them aside and ran one finger through your pussy “So wet.” he mumbled, feeling himself getting harder.

You were gonna open your mouth to tell him to shut up when so suddenly you felt all his length going inside of you in one go.

“Shit!” you whined, your head falling on his shoulder.

“‘m sorry, doll, sorry.” he rubbed your back before he started pushing inside of you, desperately searching for your warmth.

His hand wrapped around your hair, stroking it and pulling it back, making you expose your neck so he could bury himself on it.

He bit and sucked your skin, wanting to leave marks everywhere possible. You smelled so good, it was intoxicating and it was driving him crazy.

His thrusts were fast but they never failed to reach the best places. Usually he took his time teasing you, but right now it seemed like all his self control had disappeared.

“Fuck. Ya have no idea of how much I love ya.” he whimpered, his pace only getting faster, your skins clapping against each other.

You felt his teeth dig on that soft spot where your neck and shoulders connected, you moaned embarrassingly loudly, and hoped no one heard you.

The car seat squeaked under you, but you couldn’t hear it over Atsumu’s grunts and moans.

“My god, ‘tsumu.” you moaned, gripping his shoulders.

“Yes. Keep sayin’ my name like that.” he groaned, his movements became more urgent “‘m just there, doll, wait for me.”

You felt your own orgasm building up, and Atsumu had stopped kissing your skin long ago, he was just buried on your neck, panting as he pounded into you.

“Say that ya love me.” he mumbled, barely hearable “Please.”

“I love you, ‘tsumu.” you moaned, hand wrapping around his blonde locks of hair “I love you so much.”

He moaned out loud, gripping your waist hard enough to probably leave a bruise “‘m gonna cum inside ya, baby. Yeah. Fill ya up? Yer gonna look so pretty drippin’ with my cum, don’t ya think?”

You nodded frenetically, but you weren’t even sure if he saw you or felt you nodding.

His teeth dug onto your skin as he came inside of you, rubbing your clit to make sure you came too.

Both of you were panting, quietly enjoying of each other’s warmth. Atsumu rubbed circles on your back and planted kisses on your neck murmuring about how much he love you and how good you smelled.

God bless that perfume.

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[yandere-sins]

Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

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[junosmindpalace]

SHE WANTS YOU!

🎧 you’re proud to be my man, and i won’t let you go!

synopsis: they just can't see what a particular fangirl of theirs is trying to do...with the msby 4!

content: litte bits of insecure reader and little bit of clueless msby. but fears are put to rest. fluffy. casual intimacy. they are Smitten & loyal bfs

total wc: 4k

BOKUTO: Kotaro has always been good at handling difficult people. It just wasn’t in his nature to think the worst of them, and he handles even intentional malice by interpreting it as genuine questions or comments that needed a response to. And so he’d reflect and answer honestly how he felt, and that was often times enough to shut those kinds of people down. 

Even the seemingly most malicious kinds of people Bokuto eagerly approached in a friendly manner and treated as a close friend. That, of course, included his fans. 

He's always been one to enjoy basking in the limelight, being praised for his strengths and acknowledged for his easy going attitude. It was a great bolster to his self-esteem; he loved the people, and boy did they love him. 

It’s because of Kotaro’s easy going attitude that made forming a relationship with him very easy. 

Boundaries can become more easily crossed, but Kotaro doesn’t have very many, which only encourages fans to attempt to see just how far they can tread over the line before they’re pushed back on the other side of it. 

Of course, there was nothing wrong with fan interactions, especially on your end; your heart swelled when you saw the ways his fans supported him and how much joy your boyfriend took in connecting with them. Their support meant just as much as his love for the sport he plays.

But there’s one fan you just can’t help but get a bad feeling from.

It’s more instinctive than anything, but the fact that you’re a little too familiar with her doesn’t sit right with you. She's somehow managed to catch Bokuto at all his events, and talk with him outside of matches before he's due to depart from the arena. She's always eager to catch him, even at the very last second, but since it’s Bokuto, he has no qualms, and happily stays to chat for a couple of minutes before the coach insists the team needs to get a move on. 

And then she’d start to slowly up the physical touch, from brushing her hand against his skin while reaching for something for him to sign, to fully grasping his arm as she laughs at something he said. 

You knew he wouldn’t believe you at first when you brought up your concerns. 

“Really? I mean, I don't blame her for coming back for more; I'm awesome! But she’s only a fan!”

This one particular person you had a bad feeling about was not exempted from your boyfriend's goodwill, despite over time becoming more obvious with her intentions. Eventually, she began treating him like an old friend with some underlying feelings. 

“I don't think she has bad intentions.” he’d answer honestly in response to your concern. Of course, Bokuto doesn’t want to believe that this nice fan of his has an underlying agenda with her eager conversations, but he can at least see that the situation has been stressing you out with each reluctant drop of the subject, lip jutted out as if not fully soothed by his reassurance. 

She’s there in the crowd again, and you know that after the game, no matter the outcome, she’ll go looking for your boyfriend as he sticks around for a couple of interviews to conclude the day, and you dread it. The game goes smoothly, with Kotaro in perfect form, something you know he wasn’t able to achieve very often back in his high school days, and you can’t help but marvel sometimes at the amount of progress he’s made.

When the Jackals eventually file out of the gym after their triumphant win, you make a beeline for each other. He quickly runs to meet you halfway in one of the halls, caught up in his adrenaline high from the game as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you off the ground. He’s sweaty, and how he still has energy is beyond you, but you don’t care and immediately reciprocate the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Did you see me? Did you see how amazing I was out there?” he badgers excitedly as he puts you down, and you nod with a grin. 

“You did so good, Ko! That spike in the final set was—“ 

“Kotaro! You were incredible!”

Your grip on his forearms immediately tighten, and the two of you both look over your shoulder to see her jogging up to the two of you with a breathless laugh. 

“As always, of course. I knew you’d be able to power through their defense!” 

“Well, not always.” Bokuto let’s out a little laugh and peeks from the corner of his eye at your tense smile. She seems to take notice as well, and hers only widens. 

“Give yourself more credit,” she scoffs playfully. “I noticed even in this game that you—“ 

“I appreciate the kind words, but I can’t stay to chat.” he smiles at her, wide and genuine, and you look down in surprise when you feel his arm wrap around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder as he brings you to his side. 

“My partner here is treating me to a celebratory meal!” 

The two of you both blink in surprise at his words. Typically no matter how crowded his schedule, he always spares a couple of minutes to chat. 

“Oh, well… I suggest this one sushi place nearby. I can pull up the location!”

“That's alright! Y/N already promised to take me to one of my favorite places. It was nice seeing you again!”

And with that, he takes your hand and drags you off with a bounce in his step and a smile still plastered on his face.

There isn’t a single indication that any of his words were fake or had a malicious undertone meant to humiliate her. Only that he was vocal in that he prioritized you over her. 

You gave him a teasing smile. “So, when did I say I'd be treating you?” 

“You mean you won’t?!” he whips his head toward you with a heartbroken expression, as if having fully expected that you’d reward him for his incredible performance. 

“No, no, of course I will. Anything you want.” you grinned, bumping his shoulder as his grip on your hand tightened and his smile widened, and he continued to boast about how great his plays were. 

He later posts a message of thanks to his fans for all the support he received for the match on his socials with a photo of the two of you enjoying your meals. You can now be confident that no other fan will be testing their luck with his boundaries any time soon.

MIYA: Atsumu is solely focused on himself. On his plays. On sharpening his skill. On having his fun.

And, of course, on you. 

Atsumu, as much as it has been stereotyped for him, is not one to look for validation in his fans. Whether they’re a fangirl or an old man in the stands who's watched the game all his life, he does not care for their criticisms nor their compliments. The only people he at all considers feedback from is his coach, his brother, and you. That doesn’t mean he’s immune to what they say about each one of his plays, however. He gets down when the commentators call out a bad play, and pumped when the stadium roars with cheers for him. 

But because of this sort of suave personality of his, people fit him into the mould of a playboy. And because he has such high expectations of the people around him, people have assumed that he had high expectations of his romantic partners as well.

Someone rich, someone famous, someone absolutely drop dead gorgeous. That was who the majority of Atsumu's fans assume is his criteria for a partner. And so, when he’s spotted out with a celebrity he’s been working closely with for a modeling partnership, one that happens to exceed all of those expectations, it’s no surprise that dating rumors regarding the two of them being in secret kahoots start to circulate among not only their individual fanbases, but the sports community as well. 

Multiple comments claiming the encounters to be a “soft launch” made your eye twitch as you encountered them under related posts. You couldn’t help but sometimes find yourself laughing at those who insist that it’s obvious they’re in love with one another. 

Perhaps the celebrity he’s been hanging with was in love with him, as she hasn’t been the least bit shameless in expressing her admiration and adoration for your boyfriend, but Atsumu had not the slightest bit of romantic interest for her. You knew through his exasperated rants about her being difficult and obnoxious. But, of course, nobody else knew. 

Still, he works with her for quite a bit of time. And though you know Atsumu isn’t the type to be disloyal, certainly not toward you, you can’t help but let the rumors get to your head sometimes, and in turn an insecurity manifests in the form of an ache in your chest or a lump in your throat. It doesn't help the fact that this celebrity is constantly posting her time with him online, and “playfully” validating comments that ship the two of them together. 

He tells you to get off of social media when you get down about the situation. It just isn’t worth the mental torture; and besides, their relationship is strictly professional. It's the only reason why she’s so friendly. For a man who loves to bask in whatever praise he’s given, he sure seems oblivious to the very obvious clues she’s been dropping him. He has to believe it’s strictly the guise of accomplishing successful business. 

Still, it’s not like you make a conscious decision to go against his words and subject yourself to further irritation and insecurity. You couldn’t help yourself; you knew very well that, compared to her, you were a nobody. You couldn’t compete with everything she had. 

You slowly started to agree with the comments who argued that they should get together; they do look pretty good together, they are extremely compatible. And above all else, she could probably support him way better than you ever could. You swear to yourself you don’t feel jealous, bitter, petty--not in the slightest.

But the sour expression Atsumu comments on one evening while the two of you lounge on your couch as you yet again scroll through comments claiming your boyfriend would suit someone not like you has you reflecting otherwise. 

“What’s with the look? Reading the news?”

“Mm.” Is your vague reply, eyes not peeling away from the screen in front of you. Atsumu’s curiosity grows, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“What’s it say?” 

A moment of silence between the two of you as you continue scrolling. When you finally process the question and silence, you inhale sharply and finally look up at him, closing your phone and setting it on the coffee table beside you. “No, it’s nothing. Just something online.” 

“Ugh. Don’t tell me you’ve been scrolling through those comments again.”

You shoot him a glare at his insensitivity, but also at how quickly he was to figure it out. The sour look on your face has become synonymous with that topic that Atsumu could easily recognize as the source of your frustration.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

He groans as he collapses on top of you, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You grunt in pain at the sudden weight, and still annoyed from his previous comment, you try to pry his face away, which only makes Atsumu stubbornly latch even harder onto you. “Atsumu!”

“I told you, those people have no idea what they’re talking about. She’s insufferable.”

“I know.”

It’s a statement, but the sad tone in which you say it makes Atsumu’s heart sink. He opens his eyes and tilts his head to look up at you, chin digging into the side of your arm. “You’re way prettier.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks.” 

“And your place is nicer. And your food is tastier. And your humor is better than hers.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh as you feel your heart lighten a little at his attempts at picking you up, and Atsumu feels his own growing lighter, too. “Don’t tell Osamu about the food thing.”

“Oh, no, his is still better than yours.”

“Of course it is.” You reply back as if it were hardly a matter that needed to be debated. 

Atsumu was good at this; making you smile, making you laugh, making you feel loved and wanted. It didn’t take long for him to stomp on the insecurities that managed to manifest in your heart in order to lessen their load on you. He wouldn’t stand for his partner to feel inadequate compared to someone else, especially since Atsumu chose you. You and your wit, your kindness, your passion, your talent, your everything. 

He stays over that night as he often does, and he knows he really shouldn’t do this, but the people he cares about came before anything else. And what’s the worst it could do, really?, responding to a couple of comments?

Needless to say that Atsumu’s replies talking you up about how great you are under his shippers’ comments make headlines on news articles the next day--and show the world just who his heart truly belongs to regardless of who you were. 

HINATA: Much about him is different, upgraded. His technical skill has immensely bolstered since his high school days. He's able to pull off more in games; impressive feats achieved by his lightning quick reflexes and speed, once aiding him in his high school signature quick now aiding him in setting and receiving, sharpened by his intense training in the South. Even his physique is different; still shorter than most players you’d encounter in the realm of volleyball, but he’s grown a few inches and packed muscle all around. If that wasn’t enough proof of his hard work, his tan surely gave away just how much he dedicated himself to the sport with all the time he spent out in the sun training. 

All of these things, along with his impressive performance on the court, have made Shoyo Hinata quite popular, and not simply for what people used to cheer him on for; being the underdog, or one half of a fearsome duo. His journey as a player aided him in his career, and all on his own has he established himself as an indomitable force. 

People admire him for that. You admire him for that. You couldn’t blame the people who were so amazed and star stricken by him; how could you when you were as well?

But sometimes it went overboard, and sometimes it seemed like you were the only person who took notice. Sometimes this one sided observation was accidental; he’s too absorbed in his game; in the blood rushing to his ears, in the thrill of a good game-- that he just doesn’t notice. Sometimes you purposely keep the observation one-sided; these kinds of fans are inevitable, and the rational part of you knows they won’t compromise your relationship by any means. 

There's one enthusiastic interviewer that’s a fan of Shoyo’s, and that he’s very friendly with; as he is with all of them. But this one in particular has managed to latch onto him because of it. You see her and her crew at every one of his games, big or small, and always openly expresses her very immense love for the sport; and for him. 

Of course, Shoyo only understands “volleyball”, and you know that he’s always been giddy over being shown on the front covers or interviewed online, and so he’s always eager to accept a conversation with her, especially since she’s so friendly and knowledgeable.

iIt’s late in yours and Shoyo’s apartment when they run the interviews and live games from a big game earlier that season. As they start to discuss the Black Jackals, you call for him over your shoulder in the kitchen, where he’s preparing dinner.

“Sho, hurry, it’s starting!” 

You can hear the increased urgency in his movements, but they die out as you watch one of his interviews from a very familiar news channel come onto screen. Your boyfriend, from hours earlier, stares happily at the interviewer behind the lens.

“Your skill and strength was absolutely incredible in this game- as it always is. You were also very impressive in high school, you must’ve been really popular—especially with the girls.”

You felt your smile drop slightly, not even hearing the curses coming out of Shoyo’s mouth as he fumbled around in the kitchen. 

The Shoyo on screen chuckled and rubbed his neck. “Oh, no, not really. Many didn’t even believe I was a starter!” 

“Oh, that’s me!” Present Shoyo struggling with your food calls out excitedly from behind the kitchen wall. 

“I know!” you laugh over your shoulder, and you recognize the interviewer’s also intermingling with yours, which only makes your irritation grow. 

“You’re so impressive though, especially now! I'm sure there isn’t a single person out there who wouldn’t want to be with you.” 

You could feel a vein in your head pop and your eye twitch, but you were caught off guard by on- screen-Shoyo’s next words.

“Well, I wouldn’t really know; I have an amazing partner who I'm always looking at, so if there were, I wouldn't have noticed!” he laughed, and it’s so sincere that your heart flutters at the honesty behind it.

“Ohh, that’s so sweet.” you hear the interviewer speak again, and you laugh at the significantly less cheer in her voice. “They must all envy—?“

“Y/N!” he interrupts to introduce you with a cheerful nod. “Yeah, I'm not sure. I know I used to envy their admirers.” he reflects with a short laugh. “But they’re truly my biggest supporter, and always put up with my schedules and drills. There’s one drill in particular actually—“ 

He goes back to droning on about the subject at hand, about his volleyball training and how it impacted his performance in the game, but by the time Shoyo from behind the kitchen wall finally arrives into the living room, the main spokesperson has moved on to discussing other players and matches. 

“Aw, did I miss it?” Shoyo cries disappointedly as he speeds into the room, sliding your plate down on the coffee table in front of you and taking a seat beside you on the couch with his own. 

You grin at him, mind still on his words from before and you nudged him. “Took you long enough.”

“You could’ve helped.” he grumbles and you kiss his cheek sympathetically with a small sorry, and from the way he brightens and his cheeks tint pink, you can tell you’re immediately forgiven. 

And as he gushes in awe of the other players’ highlights and interviews, a small part of you can’t help but think back on his words and feel a little smug with yourself when you also remember the interviewer’s awkward disposition after he had brought you up. You can’t help but be comforted to know that the innocent mention of you was not only a reminder to her, but to those like her, that his heart was fully committed to you and only you.  

SAKUSA: If there was one aspect of Sakusa’s career he particularly disliked, it was the fans. 

It was evident that he couldn’t care less about the fame he had or the things people were willing to do for him or had to say about him (unless they were directly interfering with his life), and you couldn’t help but feel some sort of relief to know Kiyoomi would not spare a single glance at some of his more fiercely devoted fans.

Yet of course, your problem had to lie outside of that realm.

Your problem was not an avid fan, who had the circumstances of a parasocial relationship to comfort you, but a colleague of Kiyoomi’s whom the Jackals worked pretty closely with; and happened to be quite a fan of your boyfriends.

You felt bad getting worked up over something so petty, but her persistence in trying to extend her relationship with Sakusa into something friendlier couldn’t help but sound off alarm bells in your head. You already knew that your boyfriend had a million other nuisances to deal with, and you had no intention of adding onto that list with your selfishness and unjustified uneasiness, especially when you knew your boyfriend had strict boundaries he wouldn’t compromise for anyone. 

Well, almost anyone. 

She was shamelessly unprofessional at times, attempting to emulate your affectionate behavior towards him in hopes that she’ll receive the same sort of submissive response that only you could get out of him. 

Your boyfriend, for the sake of keeping good business, tolerated the over-friendliness, and saw it as nothing more than an attempt at trying to seem more casual and easy going in a business setting. 

You’ve attempted to subtly bring up your discomfort at times when she got too out of hand for your liking, typically when the two of you were in the car or lounging around at home. You’d ask his thoughts about her behavior or her personality, to which he respond with something that amounted to the conclusion that: “she’s just doing her job.” 

She’s tagged along on one of the away games that you so happen to also be coming along on. She's been quite enthusiastic on sharing her research on the area they’re staying in to him, and she doesn’t spare a single detail as he prepares to head out for the day. 

“--and apparently the food in this area is extremely good. Everyone says that you can’t visit without trying it. There’s this restaurant in particular not too far from the training center! I’m sure I can get the two of us reservations before we--” 

“Why would we do that?” he asks suddenly, obviously already irritated by her incessant conversation, turning toward her with a frown. 

Her expression is one of shock and slight embarrassment for a moment before she recollects herself. 

“Just…you know, to sample the cuisine!”

“Is it business related?”

Again, blunt and to the point, the woman needs a moment before she responds.

“Well--”

“My partner and I have plans while we’re in the area. You can talk to my manager about scheduling a meeting regarding any matters you have to discuss. I've already discussed with them my availability.” 

You start to approach him as he finishes setting the remainder of his gear into his training bag, and the woman yet again tries to recollect herself after suddenly being met with the fact that Kiyoomi was already taken. He looks up at you waiting for him by the gymnasium doors, and doesn’t even spare the woman a single glance or wave before making his way over.

He bumps your shoulder as he strides in step with you, mumbling “let’s get out of here.” and then “are your hands clean?”

And when you mumble a yeah in response, he reaches down to take one in his, intertwining your fingers and leaving just enough room for the woman watching your backs to be able to see the rare show of affection. 

You’re caught off guard by the sudden pda, and glance over your shoulder, then back at him in confusion. He feels your quizzical gaze on him and sighs exasperatedly. “She wasn’t just doing her job…”

You couldn’t help but hum a little pleased with yourself, puffing out your chest a little when you realized that she didn’t get her way, and squeeze his hand a little tighter. He shoots you a look at you a little with a roll of his eyes and squeezes back. “We’re going back to the room.”

“Actually, I heard there was a really nice restaurant around here. I was thinking of trying to get us reservations.”

He stared down at your eager smile and bright eyes and found his resolve waning the longer he did so. He turned his gaze back toward the front. “Okay. Room first, though.” 

#PHEEEWW this is FINALLY finished #finals week is upon me. best of luck to anyone else who is going through it </3 #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #hq oneshot #hq fluff #shoyo hinata x reader #shoyo hinata fluff #shoyo hinata oneshot #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo fluff #hinata shoyo oneshot #kotaro bokuto x reader #kotaro bokuto fluff #kotaro bokuto oneshot #bokuto kotaro x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya oneshot #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu oneshot #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi sakusa fluff #kiyoomi sakusa oneshot #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

[theantichrists-blog]

You giving head under the table

!!! NSFW !!!

Shoyo Hinata:

- - > He blushes so much at you

- - > ULTIMATE SUB

- - > he’s somewhat vocal, he likes to whimper with his hand over his face

- - > If he gets cocky he will push your head down further

- - > “Y-y/n- G-od you feel so good” he responds, letting some moans spill out of his lips as he tries to keep his mouth shut

- - > he stutters a lot, most people could tell what’s going on

- - > he has a habit of tilting his head back

Tobio Kagayama:

- - > He blushes so much at your action and instantly places a hand on your head, ruffling his fingers through your hair so he has control

- - > “B-Boke!” he says while trying to hold back his moans

- - > his eyes like to roll back

- - > He isn’t very vocal until you lick the bottom of his dick

- - > he loves to push your head down but if you ask him not to he won’t

- - > Dom unless you can get to tease him but if you do that’s your grave your digging

Kei Tsukishima:

- - > He has a bad habit of bucking his hips

- - > He loves it when you place your hands on his thighs while giving

- - > “Pips-squeak.. Keep going please”

- - > this will be the only time you hear him say please

- - > Surprisingly a switch

Kōshi Sugawara:

- - > Blushy little boy

- - > He’s a dom when you tease him but usually he’s a sub

- - > “My l-little dove” he says as he pushes your head down further, and with his other hand he caresses your jawline

- - > full on 10’, 10.5’ if you really get him up

Daichi Sawamura:

- - > He will bite the back of his hand to cover up his whimpers

- - > Dom until you do this to him

- - > “ D-Doll.. Please be gentle” He says as he caressed your cheek, and his other hand covering his face

- - > he lives for when you lick the underside of his cock

Yū Nishinoya:

- - > He’s vocal but he mostly grunts when you do this (you’ve done it before)

- - > He’s a switch but more than half the time a soft dom

- - > “N/nnie~” you hear Noya whine while his head faces at his paper

- - > loves it when you suck the tip

Asahi Azumane:

- - > When i tell you this boy blushes and barely makes noise, I MEAN HE BLUSHES AN-

- - > total sub, he loves it when you ride him

- - > “O-Oh go-od” you hear Asahi cough out, his hair almost falling out of his bun. Asahi placed his hand through your hair.

- - > all you need to do is just be gentle and slow with him

Tetsurō Kuroo:

- - > Kuroo is usually vocal, but this, he coughs when he almost moans

- - > you are in trouble if you do this to him, he is total dom, he’s in charge

- - > “M-mm~ Kitten~” you hear Kuroo grunt out lowly, his hand cupping his mouth to muffle himself

- - > this boy loves to receive, just wait til he gives you some, that tongue works wonders

Morisuki Yaku:

- - > He may be short but THIS MAKES UP FOR IT

- - > he’s a switch, what else did you expect from him?

- - > all you hear is a low groan come from him, “I-I’m gonna cum” come out of his lips faintly, only to where you could hear

- - > get ready to chug that

Kenma Kozume :

- - > sassy boy, he loves control

- - > dom, with enough begging he will be a sub but other than that he’s a dom

- - > “Y-you just love my attention don’t you?~” You hear kenma whisper to you as he lays his head down on his desk

- - > he a big boy

Kōtarō Bokuto:

- - > VOCAL VOCAL VOCAL I SAY

- - > this boy will just pick you up and walk out to rail you- i mean what?-

- - > “My little owl~ your taking me so well~” you hear Bokuto whisper out as he laces his fingers in between your hair

- - > he loves caressing your cheek when you give him a blow

Yūji Terushima:

- - > now i wouldn’t have taken him to be one to be a little blushy boy

- - > switch, sub sometimes because he’s to lazy but dom when he wins a match or loses

- - > “o-oh your mouth feels so good around me~” you hear Yūji say to you

- - > expect a vibrating tongue piercing from him in the near future

Shinsuke Kita:

- - > his face DROPS, did not expect this

- - > dom, imma just say it briefly

- - > “mmm~” you hear from Kita, that low groan from him as you hum around him making him shiver in pleasure

- - > look all you have to do to make him cum so fast is hum, or place your hands on his thighs

Atsumu Miya:

- - > vocal, Vocal, VOCAL

- - > now i haven’t seen someone more of a sub than him-

- - > “A-ah Y/nnieee~ be careful~” you hear the twin say as you suck on his tip

- - > fun fact he wants to have a threesome with you and his brother to see you get your holes filled- what- uhm nothing!

Rintarō Suna:

- - > his eyes roll to the back of his head while he leaves his head back- like you can see it

- - > Switch, only because he’s a lazy fuck but sometimes he has the motivation

- - > “j-just like that~” you hear Suna mumble, you hear his voice rumble to where you can feel it in your mouth

- - > He is huge, making you gag with tear streams down your face, mascara messed up- ok i need to stop

Osamu Miya:

- - > LOVES THIS

- - > total dom, he’s the opposite of his brother, he loves to fuck you

- - > “take it all in baby~” you hear the Miya whisper lightly to when’re no one else can hear it, his hands behind his head

- - > He’s hung, like 3rd leg much?

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[keitea]

when you try to kick him but he grabs your ankle and laughs as you stumble, trying to steady yourself. he leans in, the all-familiar smirk plastered on his face. "not so bold are we now, hmm?"

i like making myself blush from my own writing LOL

sugawara, OIKAWA, iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer, kuroo, atsumu, osamu (yall know why the twins are here), daichi <33

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[errihaienx]

sypnosis : you, a renowned journalist, once Atsumu's lover, are assigned to interview his team, MSBY Black Jackals, in the V League. amidst the echoes of your past romance and the intensity of the game, emotions flare as you navigate the thin line between professional duty and unresolved feelings. as questions linger and the court holds its breath, you must confront the love you left behind on the court of your shared history.

disclaimer : just to clarify, the storylines of the fics and the original meaning of the songs may not match up. each fic was crafted based on specific lyrics. for instance, 'reminder' by the weeknd is about him 'reminding' listeners of his identity and successes as a pop/R&B artist. however, in this fic, it's focused on an ex reminding you of their presence, highlighting your shared history with them.

Eyes scanning the email that had just arrived, you found yourself fixated on one particular line, unable to fully process the rest of its contents.

"Am I seeing this right?" you muttered to yourself, struggling to grasp the reality that you were being tasked with interviewing the MSBY Black Jackals for their upcoming match against EJP Raijin.

The weight of the assignment was not lost on you; both teams were immensely popular, and this opportunity could significantly boost your career and benefit the broadcasting company you represented. Yet, amidst the professional excitement, something stirred deep within your heart—a feeling long forgotten, ignited by someone from your past.

With closed eyes, you drew a deep breath, torn between accepting this golden opportunity and the memories that now flooded your mind. You were still carving your path in the media broadcasting industry, and this interview could be the breakthrough you had been striving for.

You tried to push away the distracting thoughts of the past, but they persisted, vivid flashes of moments shared with a smiling Atsumu dominating your mind. A bitter smile crossed your lips; this was merely work, a job that demanded professionalism above personal sentiment. Journalists couldn't afford to skip assignments due to old feelings.

Finally deciding to accept the job, your hands trembled slightly as you typed out a response to the email.

It had been years, and the likelihood that he would remember you seemed slim. Perhaps he would shrug off the past, considering his current fame and influence, or maybe he wouldn't even recall you at all. It was foolish to believe that Miya Atsumu, the volleyball star, still carried any remnants of a heartbreak from his high school days.

That thought lingered, engraved in your mind—that he wouldn't remember, or if he did, that it wouldn't matter to him. He wouldn't care about his ex, the one who ended things during his final year as a third-year student.

You knew you had made a mistake. Atsumu had been a devoted boyfriend, loyal and kind, giving you more love and affection than you had ever dared to hope for. Yet, despite all that, you couldn't say you regretted the breakup. You had always understood his passion for volleyball, knowing it was his calling. You convinced yourself that ending the relationship was for the best, a decision made to allow him to focus on his dreams.

A tear escaped, quickly wiped away. The internal debate had been exhausting, keeping you up all night after receiving that email.

Reaching for your phone, you contacted a close friend.

"What the actual fucking fuck?! Are you fucking for real now!? "

"Yeah… so I accepted it…" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, recounting the job you had been assigned.

" Fuck, that's unexpected,"

You nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of this unexpected turn of events.

"Well, don't be too bothered by it. There's only a 1 out of 10 chance you'll end up interviewing him. There are like ten people on that team, and Atsumu has a reputation for skipping interviews if he's not in the mood. "

Nodding along, you felt a semblance of relief. Amidst all the focus on Atsumu, you had momentarily forgotten that he was just one member of a larger team.

"However, if fate has it out for you and you do end up face-to-face with Atsumu for an interview, just think of it like a chat with your ex."

Your face twisted in discomfort at the thought, watching as your hopes seemed to evaporate. Your friend rambled on a bit more before ending the call, citing her late-night date with her boyfriend as the reason.

Exhausted, you collapsed onto your bed, shrugging off the swirling thoughts. You needed to act like you didn't know him, to focus on the task at hand. You had two weeks to prepare, a seemingly ample amount of time for a mere interview.

In two weeks' time, you vowed to do your best to forget about him. As your eyes drifted shut, sleep enveloped you, and you ventured into the realm of dreams.

• two weeks later...

Sweat dampened your palms as you flipped through the crumpled scripts, the two weeks leading up to this moment feeling like a whirlwind. What was supposed to be a slow, preparatory period had raced by, leaving you on the brink of losing your composure.

Now, mere minutes away from your interview with the MSBY Black Jackals, the clamor of loud cheers and the clicking of camera shutters filled the vast volleyball stadium where you stood.

"Don't let the pressure get to you! You've interviewed bigger stars before; this should be a walk in the park," a staff member from your company reassured you.

A smile tugged at your lips, finding some comfort in their words.

"You've got this. Just stick to what you've rehearsed over the past two weeks," you murmured to yourself, drawing from the intense preparation you had put in, a departure from your usual approach to interviews.

Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you took a sip of water. The deafening roar of the crowd reached its peak, causing you to flinch. Could this be it?

"Shit!" you cursed under your breath as you caught sight of the imposing figures of the MSBY Black Jackals, their silhouettes commanding the space.

Composing yourself, you braced for the inevitable. You knew the drill. Your gaze met first with the familiar form of Bokuto Kotaro, striding confidently towards the media area. You dared not let your eyes wander further; it was dangerous, far too dangerous.

But it seemed danger had a penchant for seeking you out. With eyes as cold as ice and a physique that demanded attention, Miya Atsumu fixed his gaze on you. As your eyes met his, he arched a brow, a smirk playing at his lips as he scanned you from head to toe.

This was unexpected, catching you off guard. Yet, you reminded yourself to stay resolute. You were here for the interview, and nothing would shake that resolve. A member of the MSBY management approached, handing you a paper.

"I apologize, Miss (name), but we can only spare 15 minutes for this interview. However, we have scheduled an off-camera interview with the team," they informed you.

You nodded, forcing a smile at your lips. Fifteen minutes was more than enough. You need to get this work done immediately anyways.

"U-umm…"

"Yes? Is there something else?" you asked, sensing the nervousness in their stutter. Remembering your own early days of stumbling over words, you made an effort to be understanding.

"Y-you're so pretty in person, Miss," the staff member blurted out before quickly turning away.

A laugh escaped you at their candidness, finding it endearing. It helped ease some of the tension, bolstering your confidence for the impending interview.

But of course, just when you thought the danger had passed, there he was—Miya Atsumu, heading towards you with that familiar smirk.

ah, here it is the danger.

• twenty three minutes later...

With trembling hands, you tried to compose yourself after that disastrous interview with Atsumu. In the taxi, tears threatened to fall as the film of the interview played in your mind. You found out that he had volunteered to handle the media and they found it amusing, considering it was out of character for him. Taking deep breaths, you watched your interview with him, grateful that you had at least managed to maintain your composure as you had rehearsed. If you hadn't known yourself and watched this, you would have never guessed you were once exes based on the interview.

Just as you thought you had survived the danger, it came back for you. After the interview, another journalist from a different company asked Atsumu why he had taken the lead in presenting himself to the media.

"I feel comfortable with (name)! I guess that's the reason," he replied casually.

"Oh, you mean, Miss (name), the one that interviewed you earlier?"

"Yeah, we knew each other…" he smiled, a glint of pain visible in his eyes.

The aftermath was a flood of texts, emails, and calls from your coworkers after they saw the clip. Frustrated and anxious, you personally emailed Atsumu's management requesting a meeting to ask him not to mention anything about your past again. His management agreed, asking to sign some documents first before scheduling your off camera interview with MSBY. You had thought that a staff member would be handing the paper works to you but, to your surprise, it was Atsumu himself who showed up.

and now here he stands, in a tight red button-up shirt, with a familiar dogtag hanging from his neck.

"You're a renowned journalist now…" his voice was soft, as if he was yearning.

You straighten your posture, making the best efforts to make this as professional as it should be.

"Please, let's get to the point…"

"I'm so proud of ya…" His lips quivered, you're just so....so pretty that he would die.

"Stop skirting the issue and stick to what's relevant." you replied coldly, but your hands are trembling.

he smirked, the previous yearning dissipated like it was never been there.

"Ahuh? why're you tryin' so hard to act like we didn't have somethin' before, hmm?"

"Why are you doing this…"

"I am just remindin' ya, (name), you know me."

He reached for the script from you and scanned the first page; the first part of this interview was about the player's introduction. In his opinion, you should have simply introduced him because you know him so well, you've seen everything, explored his mouth, and screamed his name.

"Are you forgettin' things now? Then let me remind you. Startin' with my name, I am Atsumu Miya."

"I know that you are the A-atsumu Miya.."

"Oh, didn't even stutter while sayin' my surname. I mean, of course, ya once asked me to give ya that, right?" he continued, flipping through the script. After the introduction of names, it stated that the interviewer should ask about Atsumu's relationships, so he decided to answer himself.

"Fer my relationships, I had a few flings before entering a serious one in my late second year. My relationship with that girl was so great… so amazin' that I kinda want to experience it again."

You shivered, feeling the weight of his words.

"But unfortunately, she broke up with me during a tournament match. Oh, why did ya flinch? That situation rings a bell, huh?" he smirked.

"'Tsumu…" you called out to him, and he was stunned.

"Quit it, please… I am truly sorry for my selfish acts. I know I couldn't make it up to you after all these years, but you are very successful now…"

your eyes were warm, you should not cry this is an interview, right?

"You could do something to make it up if you want to—"

"Please stop… Our breakup probably was the reason you're successful now! Right! You can't deny that. If we didn't break up, I could have been a burden, and maybe you wouldn't have reached your dreams, so please let's not—" you pleaded, desperate to end this conversation, but he cut you off.

"If we didn't break up, I could've won that match and become successful way sooner," he said with a stern voice and hurt yearning eyes.

"What do you want…" you whispered

"I am just—" he trailed off, trying to compose himself first.

"I am just reminding you that you know me. I can't bear the fact that I am the one who was left, but why am I the one who's restless about it? How can you act like you never loved me?"

"It's not like that, I am just trying to forget things—"

"Forget everythin' but not me."

he reached for your trembling hands, closing his eyes before kissing it.

"Please, not me…"

"Even if I have ta remind ya over and over again, I'll do it. Jus' don't forget about me. About us…"

He kissed your ring finger once more after carefully touching each one of your fingers. You should be aware that he hasn't changed and is still completely smitten.

"It was always you, baby. Can we—no, we will try again. You ain't forgettin' me."

You were left stunned, the weight of his words sinking in. The air crackled with unresolved emotions, the past colliding with the present. Atsumu Miya, the boy you once loved, stood before you, asking for another chance.

more about this series : TO BE POSTED! ( please check the link later ^^ )

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[byunbqbes]

HQ BOYS WHEN YOU CRY #2

♡ atsumu. immediately pouts and pecks you all over your face, tasting like mint and musk. even volunteers to pull funny faces to make you laugh, tears still wet on your cheeks. gives you a big smile and an even bigger hug when you stop crying, then he's whispering something suggestive in your ear and he feels his heart bloom at the way you burst out laughing incredulously, with the prettiest smile on your lips.

♡ iwaizumi. rubs your back in slow, soothing circles, just the way you like it, as you snuggle into him and sob into his chest. but you don't miss the way his fists shake or the way his voice sounds when he asks, "who made you cry?" you do, however, miss the way he looks down at you, as if you hold his entire universe. you definitely do miss the fact that your best friend iwaizumi hajime has been in love with you for as long as he can remember.

♡ akaashi. a hint of a frown flickers on his face as he wipes your tears away gently, furrowing his brows. he quickly pulls you against him, caging you in his arms, ignoring the stares of his teammates at his uncharacteristic public display of affection. after a while of patting your back softly, you calm down, and akaashi gives you a small smile as he reminds you, "everything will be okay."

♡ kageyama. makes clueless, incoherent noises as he fumbles around, feeling a tug at his heart strings as you hugged your pillow closer to your torso, crying into it. then suddenly, he's wrapping his long, larger fingers around your smaller ones, raising both your hands to his lips to give your knuckles a soft kiss. he just sits there quietly, lips ghosting the back of your hand while he waits for you to calm down. then he's back to a stuttering mess as he scratches his head, offering, "i-ice cream?"

♡ kuroo. slithers his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him as tears trickle down your cheeks. presses tender kisses to the top of your head and grazes his thumb softly across shoulder as you lean into the crook of his neck, letting tears spill out of your eyes incessantly. when you finally stop, kuroo tickles your sides, and you're giggling at the way he wiggles his brows obnoxiously again.

🍵 reblogs are very appreciated!!

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[shokopan]

WE DON’T NEED THINGS LIKE MEMORIES  .  MIYA ATSUMU

PAIRING: atsumu x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff/comfort and the tiniest bit of angst if you really squint

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

CONTENT WARNINGS: cursing

AYA’S NOTES: i was sifting through my old folder of haikyuu fics i wrote last yr && remembered how much i loved this fic when i found it :DDD

“what’s wrong with saying that i'd date you if we'd met in high school?” you inquire, clutching your legs tight to your chest as you rock towards atsumu slightly, deliberately falling into your boyfriend's chest as he swiftly snakes an arm around your waist to steady you.

“nothing babe, i swear,” he instantly replies, untangling your fingers from each other to replace one with his free hand, “you just didn’t know me then! i wasn’t too great of a guy in high school if i’m being honest. you probably would've ended up crushing on samu or aran kun, maybe even kita san. he's always been pretty good looking and had tons of girls admiring him,”

“and remember when we first met in uni?” atsumu continues, eyes lowering down when he senses a newfound warmth as you envelop both of your hands around his.

“when i told you off for picking a fight with sakusa san?” you answer, recalling the boiling outrage you felt towards him years prior, "and proceeded to call you an irritating prick?"

“and i fell madly in love with you? yup,” atsumu grins cheekily before faltering by the slightest, "i was basically like that in high school, but way worse,”

“i mean i’m not as bad now, i hope. but yeah babe, i don’t think you’d date me if you knew how i acted then,” atsumu shrugs with , “and i wouldn’t blame you, y'know? dating an asshole sounds rough,”

“tell me about it, i’m dating one myself,” you giggle, bumping your shoulder with his as atsumu sulks, “kidding kidding! but what changed? you’re so sweet to me now tsumu, i can’t imagine you being any bit worse than that day we met,”

“fallin’ in love with you, that’s what changed me,” atsumu responds earnestly, shifting around and wriggling his hands from yours to cups the softness of your cheeks.

“tsumu! don’t say stuff like that if you don’t-“ you protest, moving your face down to bury it in atsumu’s large palms in embarrassment.

“i’m serious! honest!” atsumu protests, sliding his palms down to your jawline and lifting your face to level with his eyes, “you make me a better man babe, my parents, and even samu have said that. but you make me always want to be better because you deserve the best and i love you,”

warmth creeps up your cheeks as a faint soreness materializes, bringing attention to just how wide you’re grinning now, “i love you too tsumu,”

“you better love me! this conversation is making me fucking sad, thinking about how shitty i was. i better draft some emails or something to my old coaches and team for being such a pain to deal with,” atsumu chuckles, brushing the locks away from your face as he admires you for a brief moment, in awe of just how perfect you are when smiling.

“you’re absolutely perfect now,” you beam, taking your turn to cocoon your hands around atsumu’s jawline, “so so perfect,”

“damn right i am,” atsumu puffs his chest out, his signature childish yet endearing pride returning. his cheeks are dusted rose, the corners of his eyes crinkling happily, “i’m working hard babe, gonna be the absolute best boyfriend for you to make up for shitty high school tsumu,”

“good to know,” you giggle, “but you’re already the best boyfriend tsumu, it doesn’t matter how you were in high school. you’ve grown and matured since then, and there’s no need to make up for the past. it’s like your old school's motto, right? we don’t need things like memories. we don’t need to dwell on the people we were in the past. i love you now, and isn’t that what matters?”

“you’re too good to me babe,” atsumu groans playfully, hugging your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder with mild chagrin, taking in your sincerity as his blush grows fiercer by the moment, “i love you so much,”

“i love you too tsum,” a soft smile replaces the cheesy grin as you dip your head down the place butterfly kisses on the exposed part of atsumu’s jaw, “and i’m glad we met. really glad,”

you feel atsumu smile into your shoulder as he lifts his head up, a dorky grin plastered on his face as he kisses you, pulling away momentarily after as he whispers, “me too, i’m grateful we met that day,”

#aya's fics ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #atsumu scenarios #atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu x gender neutral reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gn!reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n

[elfiore]

how it started

how it’s going

#Atsumu: Omi-kun can hit any kind of set. But his favourite one is high and not too close to the antenna. Oikawa: Got it. #haikyuu!! #oikawa tooru #miya atsumu #oikawa #atsumu #haikyuu #atsumu miya #haikyu #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu oneshot #digital art #digital drawing

[luvingtsumu]

★—MATERIALIST (requests: open)

MIYA ATSUMU

one 🔞 | two 🔞 | three 🔞 | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine 🔞

MIYA OSAMU

one 🔞

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

timeskip!haikyuu boys → they swear they’re not possessive, but something about the way he saw you laughing with this other dude, woke up something inside of him.

toddler!haikyuu boys → they will be possesive over their favorite daycare caregiver.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader smut #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #haikyuu smut #materialist #luvingtsumu #haikyuu oneshot #miya twins #miya osamu #miya #atsumu miya #msby atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu fluff #hq atsumu #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #hq fluff

[yandere-sins]

i fucking love the miya twins x reader. Can we get something where another character, maybe kita ends up revealing his childhood sweetheart (unknowing that the first love he fell out of touch with is currently being locked up in the apartment of the twins he just told the story too) im sure there'll be quite the punishment for her when the twins get home 🤭

They would be so jealous.

And you'd have no idea why.

It's not really a betrayal because you haven't seen Kita for years at this point, but it still stings as if you had plunged a knife into their chests. (Yes, Atsumu is that dramatic as he tries to explain why your childhood antics hurt them.) To know that you held hands and promised to marry another person, yet still shy away from their touches and never try to deepen your relationship with either of the twins is a thorn in their sides that isn't easily removable.

You might have been... seven at the time of the promise with Kita, but you never even asked to go steady with the Miya twins!

Still, despite their broken and aching hearts, they know they can't reasonably punish you for having been a silly child. You didn't know better. You probably didn't even love Kita! Right? You couldn't possibly have known what love even meant back then... right?!

The two of them only met you in their teens as well, so it was bound to happen that you might have had friends before them. However, they notice that spark in your eyes when they say Kita's name. As if you remember him, fondly even. As if he was a bigger threat than they had anticipated. It does hurt their feelings that you'd regain some of your liveliness at the mention of another man. One that you've been apart from for so long, no less. One that gives you back a glimmer of... hope.

It's not like they like you better when you aren't happy. It's just that they really hate it when you are happy, but not because of them.

Mealtime will be boring and basic the next few days while Osamu doesn't feel like cooking for you. He keeps making snarky remarks about how you'd probably prefer Kita to cook you rice from his rice field. Or how you'd like Kita to stock up your bathroom supplies and snacks. Kita could bring you much better movies you'd actually enjoy watching for sure, yadda yadda yadda. You really start to notice the effort he puts into taking care of you when he stops doing it... but you get to enjoy some baths alone and in peace! They also don't steal bites from your plate anymore. And they might sneer, but you can rearrange the room, and they won't stop you for once—they just follow you around and watch your every step silently and with great displeasure.

Atsumu, on the other hand, is annoyingly moody as he shuns you. Oh, you were watching something? He's home now; hand over the remote. No, you cannot have some of his pudding that you didn't want. (Then again, at least you don't have to fear suffocating from him trying to feed you). He keeps whining about not getting enough love from you, but he steals your pillow and blanket at night, demonstratively facing away from you. (Osamu lends you his arm to sleep on and pretends not to enjoy it if you inch closer for warmth to him. Jokes on him because he's not stopping you from getting under his blanket either, but your neck hurts from how tense he is all throughout the night.)

It's almost adorable that they think taking their love from you will hurt you.

However, even the funnest and best of times in captivity have to end. You are due to run out of something that you realize you need desperately. Not least because the twins will start taking things away from you here and there. In this twisted codependency, there's no other way but to seek them out and ask for your toothbrush back or inquire if you'll be having canned carrot soup again tomorrow, too... like the other three days before.

That's where they get you. Now you'll have to play to their tune, apologize, assure them you want nothing from Kita and don't even like him after all this time. It takes some convincing on your part, but how could they not melt for their sweet little darling, clinging to them and begging to go back to how it was before?

Atsumu will coax some more (fake) confessions about your feelings for the twins and make you promise to always love them (and to share your dessert with him). He'll whisk you away before you have a chance to make it up to his brother, taking you back to the room to have you "show" him just how much you love him, baring you to show all your vulnerability and sincerity. He'll have you moan and scream his name so fast, considering he's been preserving his energy for the last few days. But after ravaging your body and befuddling your mind, he'll go back to how he was before, making up some dearly missed cuddle time with you where he can talk about his day and unwind, finally having you back in his arms and lap. With his hands reaching for every inch of your body, kneading and memorizing the feeling of you as if this was the first time he got to touch you, kisses littering your neck and teeth nipping at your lips until his desire is finally sated.

Eventually, with great effort, you'll have to free yourself from Atsumu, who can't get enough of having you back. Still, you'll need the rest of your strength to make up with Osamu without letting too much time pass. He's still cold and dismissive, working or cleaning up, but the kitchen already smells like freshly cooked miso soup, so that's a good sign. Osamu is satisfied with you coming to him, touching his arm, or taking his hand, swearing you never meant anything you said to Kita seriously and that the twins are the only ones you want to be with. He'll seem a bit pouty, so you should consider cuddling up to him or giving him a good ol' smooch, even if he doesn't reciprocate immediately. But who could be mad at you? With a big sigh, Osamu will welcome you back into his embrace, kiss you on the head, and tell you where your toothbrush is, handing you a bag with all the necessities they've been hiding from you. However, he still got them (he knew all along what you were running out from and when). Osamu will admit he was planning on restocking your things slowly anyway (it hurt him to see you were struggling). All's well that ends well, but Osamu will want to have a taste of what Atsumu already devoured, so get ready for that.

And with that, the argument will be over (for now).

Hopefully, there won't be any shows on TV featuring farmers, and the twins won't meet Kita again for a while, so they won't be reminded of what happened. You wouldn't want them to start doubting the lies you told them, right? 

#atsumu #osamu #yandere atsumu #yandere osamu #yandere!atsumu #yandere!osamu #Haikyuu!! #Haikyuu #HQ!! #yandere haikyuu #yandere!haikyuu #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[milktei]

Woah I'm new here in Tumblr but I'm glad I came across your blog! Not sure if you're accepting requests but thoughts on Angst/Comfort where trust issues comes after Atsumu (or Kageyama 🙇‍♂️) does something that upsets their s/o??

Man of Many Words

Miya Atsumu x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst with some fluff at the end

Warnings: none(?)

Requests: Closed for now :|

not edited

a/n: First of all i’m so sorry this took so long anon but I hope that this somewhat fulfills your request ;-;. Writers block is crazy I was pumping out one shots so easily and then bam I hate everything I write. The ending of this one in particular was difficult for me but i hope it suffices :’). anyways requests are still closed for now but i’m hoping to write something that will help the creative juices flow again

It is well known among Atsumu’s friends and family that he tends to talk. A lot.

It was something you found endearing about him when you first started dating. Whenever you were with Atsumu, awkward silences were few and far between. There was always something he could talk about it.

For the most part you were happy to listen and talk about whatever it was he rambled about that day. His limitless passion was part of why you fell in love with him.

Still, the habit of his had some drawbacks.

“Oh, congratulations by the way!”

You turn your gaze away from the restaurant window and look at your friend in confusion.

“Congratulations on what?”

It was your friend’s turn to look confused, “On the big promotion silly!”

There was a pause as you took in their words. “How do you even know about that?” You spluttered. “I just got the news a couple days ago. I was planning a big announcement and everything.”

“Oh I ran into Atsumu at the grocery store yesterday and he told me!” their gaze softened when they saw the defeated look on your face. “I’m sorry I thought he would’ve told you”

You waved your hands in front of you, “no no it’s not your fault… I’m not very surprised at this point. I was just hoping to wait for all the paperwork to go through before telling anyone.”

“Well if it’s any comfort I’m proud of you y/n.”

The smile you gave them was bittersweet, “thanks.”

———

Needless to say, you were a bit peeved when you got home that day, though your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice.

“Hi babe! how was lunch?” He called from where he sat on the couch.

You stared blankly at the back at his head for a moment, “fine.”

“That’s great! I was thinkin’ for dinner we could order out ya know? This commercial came on and-“

“Why did you tell f/n about the promotion?”

He paused and finally turned to look at you. Taking in your frustrated state, still, he shrugged, “it seemed like a good time.”

You let your bag fall to the ground before fully stepping into the living room “Atsumu I told you that I wanted to wait, it would have only taken another week.”

Now standing up from the couch, the confusion that was evident on Atsumu’s face only served to fuel your anger.

“But this is such exciting news y/n! There’s no time like the present!”

“Atsumu that’s not for you to decide! That was my news to tell!”

“Like you said, you were gonna tell them eventually!” He raised his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry but you know that this is just how I am! I was just so excited for you I couldn’t help myself.”

You left that fight defeated that night, unable to think of any comeback, because yes, you did know Atsumu. You knew how your life was never your own being with him. You knew the extent of just how stubborn he was and how ignorant he could be to the world around him. Trying to wrap his mind around something could feel like pulling teeth sometimes.

After managing to get through a tense dinner, life went on. You did end up celebrating with your closest friends and family and soon after you began to take on your new responsibilities.

Unfortunately, Atsumu continued to act as if he hadn’t completely crossed a boundary you had set. He continued to talk about your lives with his friends it seemed that you couldn’t go a full week without somebody asking you about something you never told them about.

The pure helplessness you felt that day remained lingering within you as you carried on with work. You found yourself almost dreading going home, and contemplating not telling him anything.

But how could you when everyday without fail he would grace you with that smile, oozing with love and fondness before sweetly asking you, “So how was your day?”

You were in a bit of a mess with yourself, trying to figure out how to get your concerns through his thick skull. The new role you had taken on further adding to the stress you had been feeling. While you loved your job You were both physically and mentally exhausted.

It was only a matter of time before everything became too much.

To the horror of you colleagues, you had ended up fainting at work. You had finally succumbed to everything in your life that had been piling on top of you.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you regained consciousness, surrounded by your colleagues you sat up and slowly and rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.

At that moment some paramedics had rounded the corner and while you insisted you were completely fine, you allowed them to check you for injuries and give you some fluids, it wasn’t until they were sure you were stable and didn’t need any further help that they left.

As embarrassing as the entire situation was, you were glad that your boss let you have the rest of the day off, it was near the end of your shift anyways. So you grabbed your bag and left, still mortified at what had just transpired.

As you rode the train home, the events leading up to you losing consciousness replayed in your mind, you thought about everything that had led up to that point. How your coworkers reacted. As you sat in the quiet train, your mind still struggled to process what had happened.

Even with your spiralling mind, everything led to one conclusion.

You couldn’t tell Atsumu about what happened, at least not today.

Because you knew him. You knew exactly what would happen.

It would start with the texts from worried friends, calls from both of your families, and end with people mentioning off handedly, “I heard you fainted the other day. How are you feeling?” and you would be left to do damage control as your boyfriend continued to live his carefree life.

You could tell Atsumu “don’t tell anyone this” but you knew better. You knew better than to trust him and his big mouth. How could you have any other option when he’s never proven that he could listen?

So you would stay quiet. Long enough for you to recover from your lingering headache, long enough for you to process everything that had happened and figure out how to prevent it from happening again.

Long enough to be able to finally relax without worrying who you were going to get a text or call from.

Even with your mind made, the universe seemed to laugh down at you, and make life much more difficult for you than it needed to be.

You nearly cursed out loud when you saw his car in the driveway. He was home early too.

You sighed as you slowly unlocked your front door. The sounds of the TV growing louder as you stepped in.

Atsumu turned back and gave you a look of confusion as you took off your shoes. “Hey babe, wasn’t expecting you ‘til later.”

You smiled at him “I could say the same for you.” you slid your feet into your house slippers “I got a lot of work done today and my boss let me go home early, why are you home?”

Atsumu shrugged “Practically the same as you. Been makin’ a lot of progress at practice lately.”

You walked in front of where he sat and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. even with how your relationship had been going, at least this was something you hadn’t lost.

Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you, “did you eat yet?”

No. I was so busy at work that I kept postponing my break. You thought to yourself bitterly.

“Not yet, I decided that I might as well eat at home if I was leaving early.”

Atsumu hummed, “I haven’t either. We could order something and then watch some movies? Take advantage of our free time.”

You smiled down at him, a relaxed movie day with him was exactly what you needed. “I would like that a lot ‘Tsumu.”

You pulled slightly away and he whined, causing you to laugh softly.

“I’ll go take a shower and you can order whatever you want, ok?”

His pout grew back into the loving smile of his as he nodded, “Can I use your phone? You always have coupons.”

You nodded and he allowed you to fully pull away. Reaching into your bag you pulled out your phone and handed it to him before making your way to your shared bedroom.

It had been maybe 20 minutes of Atsumu scrolling through the various restaurants (he’s very indecisive when it comes to food) before a text from who he recognized as one of your coworkers popped up.

“Hey! Hope your feeling better. We managed to get everything done so there’s no need to worry for your next shift.

Also remember to seek medical attention if anything feels off. I know you were cleared but you hit your head pretty badly.”

He froze as he read the text over and over. He didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you came walking out of your bedroom with a relaxed smile on your face.

“Soo, you decide on a place yet?”

You were met with an extremely uncharacteristic silence, your brows furrowed as you looked at your boyfriend staring intently at your phone.

“Atsumu?”

The next thing you knew, Atsumu flipped the screen to you.

“y/n what is this? Medical attention? Did something happen?”

Your eyes skimmed the message and you froze.

“…O-oh there was a bit of an incident at work that happened before I left. No need to worry!” you tried to wave his hand away and mustered the calmest smile you could.

He looked unconvinced.

“y/n…”

You felt your resolve crumble where you stood. The accusatory look he gave you full of worry, and worse, anger.

You sighed shakily, “ever since the promotion I’ve been finding it hard to find time to really relax so…” you looked away, unable to look him in the eye due to your guilt. “I ended up fainting.”

Atsumu shot up from where he sat, “You passed out?!” his hands frantically grabbed at your shoulders, trying to get you to look at him “You should have told me right away! I could have picked you up! Who knows what would have happened if you fainted again on the subway. I can’t believe you lied, you were just going to keep this from me? Why? Why didn’t you tell me-“

You pushed yourself out of his grip, “Because I didn’t want to!” you huffed, tired of his tirade, “I admit that I was fully content with not telling you.”

His hands dropped from your shoulders and you almost broke at the sight of his crestfallen face “Why?”

You took a deep breath, “I was…scared that you were gonna tell someone.”

There was a moment of tense silence. “You…you could’ve just asked me to not-“

“Could I Atsumu? Could I really? I’m not sure if I believe that, especially after you told me that that’s just who you were and that it was unavoidable.” You paused as you realized you were raising your voice, you looked away in shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that sometimes I wish that our business could be our own Atsumu, even for a little bit.”

You took his silence as a cue to keep explaining yourself.

“I needed time today to finally relax for once and process everything. I can’t do that if I have someone new calling me every five minutes to make sure that I’m okay. I want to be able to worry about my own wellbeing, without having to manage other people’s. I can’t do that if you tell everyone you know what’s happening in my life.”

Atsumu’s continued silence began to worry you. “Atsumu?”

Without warning you were pulled into the familiar strong arms that could only belong to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry y/n.” he mumbled into your hair “I thought I was being supportive. I just love bragging about to to everyone and letting people know how we’re doing. I never really thought about how that would affect you. I’m sorry I made you stress out so much.”

You smiled into his chest and hugged him back “I’m happy that you understand ‘Tsumu. There’s nothing wrong with gushing about me, I just need you to understand my boundaries.”

You felt him nod “I’m sorry again I’ll do my best.”

You could already feel yourself relaxing again into his arms “that’s all I’m asking for Atsumu, thank you.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you held each other. It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of a stomach growl. There was a stunned silence before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.

Atsumu looked down at you with a gaze that filled you with an indescribable warmth, laughter still evident in his face. “How ‘bout we order and finally relax for the night? Just the two of us?”

You smiled fondly up at the man and nodded “Just the two of us.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu angst #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu angst #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot

[missuga]

It wasn’t even four minutes after your last class got out for the day before he texted you. Even though you’d been expecting it, seeing it brought a smile to your face. 

-him: “how was class?” 

-him:  “you fell asleep again didn’t you”

Despite the way your heart sped up at the texts you couldn’t stop from rolling your eyes, of course he’d say something like that. 

-you: “no you weirdo i watched every second of the boring lecture”

-you: “give me some credit.”

-him: “mhm sure”

-him: “whatever you say”

-him: “call me i miss you”

Your heart jumped for what felt like the hundredth time on the short walk across campus, his text shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you. 

He didn’t give you enough time to process what he said though. Your phone lit up with his name, not even a full minute after. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t answer solicitors.” You said, trying your best to sound disappointed as you answered the call. 

“Oh, well this is awkward then, I was going to try to sell you some insurance.” He paused for a second and you had to stop yourself from laughing at that, “Another time maybe?”

“For sure.” You rolled your eyes at that, smiling even more than you had before. “You back at your apartment yet?” 

“You ruined the bit!” The groan sounding through the phone was obviously forced, you could almost hear the smile hiding in it. “But yeah, I got back a while ago, finished all my homework right on campus so I’m bored.” 

“Oh, that’s why you’re calling me then? You’re bored?”

“Yup. Needed someone to bother.” His laugh was bright as it echoed through you phone and it sounded just as good as it usually did. 

“Oh, you must have some pretty good luck then, it just so happens that I don’t have any homework left too.” You mused, knowing exactly where this was leading. 

“Oh, so you’re coming over then?” 

“Are you asking me to come over?” You mocked trying to mimic the same tone he had, you had already started walking towards his place. 

“Mmm, I don’t think it’s an option actually.” His answer was laced with a bit more of serious now, as if he thought you’d think it was a joke. “Grab some dinner for us? I’m seriously lacking on groceries right now, I’ll venmo you.”

“You’re always lacking on groceries, what’s new?” 

You had to laugh at that, the amount of times you’d been grocery shopping with him always resulting in nothing.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll see you soon.” You could almost hear him rolling his eyes through the phone at that. 

“Okay, see you soon. I’m staying the night by the way.” 

“I’d expect nothing less.” His voice softened at that and it warmed your chest. “That wasn’t an option either.” 

Iwaizumi, Atsumu, SUNA, Daichi, Semi, Kuroo, Tanaka, BOKUTO, 

#Iwaizumi x reader #Atsumu x reader #Haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #daichi x reade #semi x reader #kuroo x reader #tanaka x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #tanaka fluff #semi fluff #kuroo fluff #daichi fluff #suna fluff #atsumu fluff #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu oneshot #bokuto oneshot #kuroo oneshot #kuroo drabble #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi x you #suna drabble #suna x you #bokuto x you #semi x you #kuroo x you

[ceijoh]

why you’ve never doubted their love for you

relationship: multiple haikyuu boys x reader

content warnings: none

word count: 321

masterlist

will dance in the rain for you. they’re known for being rational, in fact they pride themselves on it. they’re logical, and they rely on facts rather than feelings. they’re the type of person to always bring an umbrella if there’s a grey cloud in the sky just in case. but seeing you out there, with your hand out and a bright grin on your face? how could they say no to you? so all logic goes out the window as they grab your hand and kiss you with all the love they can muster.

kita, sakusa, kuroo, kenma, ushijima, daichi,  kuroo, tsukishima, akaashi, semi

has never taken his eyes off you. he’s a funny and charming guy, catching the eyes of everyone. he’s jovial, and he knows how to woo. his reputation built from the bits and pieces that paparazzi and rumours surround him shows that he’s a player. a new person on his arm every night. but what they don’t see is how when you walk into the room, his eyes are already on the door, even before you walk in. it’s like his body knows better than anything. his eyes are on you, always. no matter who’s in the room, or who wants his attention, it’s on you. if he could, you would be the only thing he would want to see. you’re his world, whatever else could he want to see?

oikawa, atsumu, suna, meian, ukai jr,  mattsun, terushima, romero, gao, kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya

knows the little thing you need. you have a particular coffee you like? it’s always on the kitchen table by the time you walk to the room. you mention that you like a particular brand of pen? they bought a whole box of them, and whenever you run out, there’s already one on your table. charges your phone or whatever you need. you made their life easier by being there for them every single day, so he wants to shows you he doesn’t take that lightly. thankful everyday that you chose him above all the others.

tsukishima, aone, osamu, iwaizumi, hirugami bros, barnes, yamaguchi, hanamaki, kageyama, gao, oikawa, hinata, tendou

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu oneshot #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #suna x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #akaashi x reader #ushijima x reader #tsukishima x reader #daichi x reader #meian x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #kenma x reader #kita x reader #semi x reader #ukai x reader #ukai jr x reader #terushima x reader #gao x reader #aone x reader #nishinoya x reader #osamu x reader #barnes x reader #sachiro x reader

[minarixx]

𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✯ 𝐀.𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚

"𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙨."

PAIRING. Ex-Husband!Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst!!, Sexual Content, Vaginal sex, Protected sex, Adultery, swearing, oral sex (f. receiving), usage of the nickname ‘Baby’, nickname, Vanilla,

Y/N grapples with an anguishing cycle of reuniting and parting ways with her ex-husband, Atsumu. Despite divorcing and attempting to move on, their magnetic pull keeps drawing them back into each other's arms. Y/N's struggle to break free from this toxic pattern intensifies until she faces a gut-wrenching truth: the cycle may never end.

WC. 4.9k

A/N. Inspired by Lorelai and Christopher from Gilmore Girls. One scene inspired by Little Women. Changed my theme. Haven't written a smut in a hot minute, hope you enjoyed. Not proofread

WARNING. Minors DNI

The golden rays of the morning sun filter through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across your bedroom. As you stretch and yawn, a tinge of anticipation tingles within you. It's a new beginning, a fresh chapter, a chance to finally leave behind the turbulent past that has held you captive for far too long. But as much as you try to convince yourself that today is different, a persistent whisper of doubt lingers at the edges of your thoughts.

The scent of freshly bloomed roses filled the air as you opened a window to greet the sun. Your heart, however, was anything but calm. The wedding was mere days away, and doubts gnawed at your thoughts like a persistent whisper. The man by your side, gentle and understanding, seemed to be the epitome of everything you ever wanted. But why did your heart continue to waver?

As you looked at his smiling face on your phone, you couldn't help but recall the tumultuous journey that brought you here. Atsumu, your ex-husband, still lingered in the corners of your mind. The father of your child and the keeper of countless memories, he was a force you thought you'd escaped. Yet, like the tides that return to the shore, he kept coming back into your life.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything around you. Your thoughts wandered, tracing back to those moments with Atsumu. The magnetic pull between you two was undeniable, even after the bitterness of divorce. The way his lips touched yours, as if every kiss was a bittersweet promise of what once was. It was a dance you couldn't escape, no matter how hard you tried.

But you swore to yourself that you would not fall back into his arms. The cycle had to end. The pattern of coming together and then falling apart was a poison that had seeped into your veins for far too long. You had a new chance at happiness, a fresh beginning with a man who adored you. You had a child to think of, to protect from the storm of your past mistakes.

Despite your best intentions, the pattern persisted—new men would come into your life, each one kind, attentive, and eager to show you the love you deserved. They would sweep you off your feet with their affection, their promises of a brighter future, and their genuine efforts to mend the pieces of your wounded heart. You would let yourself believe, if only for a moment, that this time it could be different.

But the echo of Atsumu's touch lingered in your memory, and each time you gave in to the lure of someone new, you found yourself inevitably drawn back into his orbit. It was a dance of desire and despair, a tug-of-war between your longing for what once was and your determination to move forward.

No matter who or what, heated passionate nights were spent with Atsumu. In those moments, it felt like you were defying the past, proving that you were capable of experiencing love and intimacy once again. But as dawn broke, reality would seep in, leaving you alone in the tangled sheets, the remnants of a whispered promise hanging in the air.

Morning after morning, you would awaken to find his side of the bed vacant, a hollow emptiness that mirrored the recurring ache in your heart. He had a way of slipping away without a trace, leaving you with unanswered questions and a sense of abandonment that cut deep. It was as if he was a mirage, a figment of your imagination, haunting you until the next time he would reappear.

The aftermath of those stolen nights left you raw and vulnerable. It was a cycle you couldn't escape, a cycle that played out like a broken record, each refrain a reminder of your unhealed wounds. You would retreat into yourself, nursing your heartache, vowing that this would be the last time. But when he inevitably reappeared, all your resolve would crumble in the face of his familiar presence.

The constant push and pull between you two had become a toxic addiction, one you knew you needed to break free from. You had tasted the sweetness of a new beginning, felt the warmth of someone else's arms around you, but the pull of your shared history was an anchor you couldn't seem to release. It was as if the gravity of your past was too strong to resist, and no matter how hard you tried, you found yourself falling back into the same patterns

The divorce came with its fair share of heartache and tears, but you shared something that could never truly be severed – your daughter. The piece of your love that remained intact, a beacon of hope that someday you both could find happiness beyond the wreckage of your marriage.

But as the years passed, you found yourself caught in a web of emotions that you couldn't escape. Every attempt to move on ultimately led you back to Atsumu. It was as if a magnetic force drew you together, your bodies intertwining with a familiarity that bordered on painful. The pull was stronger than your will, a constant battle between your heart and your mind.

Then, when you least expected it, another man entered your life. His name was Futakuchi Kenji, and he brought with him a sense of joy and stability that you had been craving for years. His love was patient, his laughter infectious, and his presence brought a sense of calm to the chaos within you. With him, you thought you had finally found the solace you needed, a love that could mend the broken pieces of your heart.

Yet, the excitement that had once consumed you was now mingled with uncertainty. The dress fits perfectly, the flowers are exquisite, but an invisible cloud hangs over you. Are you truly ready to say goodbye to the echoes of yesterday, to the tumultuous love that has both lifted you and shattered you?

You stand before the mirror, your reflection a mixture of hope and apprehension. Your fingers brush over the delicate lace of your dress, and you wonder if you're making the right choice. Your daughter’s laughter echoes in your ears, a reminder of the little girl who deserves a happy family. You close your eyes, willing yourself to find the strength to move forward, to embrace the happiness that is within reach.

You had fought against the tide of doubt and uncertainty, working to convince yourself that this new beginning was what you truly desired. The doubts had quieted, your heart finding solace in the tender moments you shared with your soon-to-be husband. Yet, the memories of Atsumu remained, woven into the fabric of your history like an indelible thread.

It was on a night when the stars were hidden behind a blanket of clouds that you heard a soft knock on your door. The hour was late, the world outside enveloped in a gentle darkness. Your heart quickened as you approached the door, your senses tingling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

As the door swung open, there he stood. Atsumu. His silhouette was framed by the faint glow of streetlights, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and longing. Time seemed to stretch, the years between you collapsing into a single heartbeat.

"Atsumu," you breathed, your voice betraying a surge of emotions you had worked so hard to bury.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came forth. Instead, he took a hesitant step closer, the tension between you palpable in the air.

"I... I needed to see you," he finally managed to say, his voice a mere whisper that carried the weight of years of history.

Your heart raced, conflicted emotions swirling within you. The memories of passion and pain warred within your mind, a reminder of the intricate dance you had shared with him. You opened your mouth to speak, to demand an explanation for his sudden appearance, but the words caught in your throat.

He seemed to sense the turmoil within you, his gaze growing more intense as if he were trying to read the very depths of your soul. The silence between you was a canvas upon which all the unsaid words of your past could be painted.

"I know I've hurt you," he finally said, his voice trembling. "I know I've left you alone, time and time again. But I couldn't stay away any longer."

The vulnerability in his eyes struck a chord within you, resonating with the parts of your heart that had never fully let go. You felt the walls you had built over the years begin to crack, the defenses you had erected threatening to crumble.

"You can't keep doing this, Atsumu," you whispered, your voice laden with a mixture of longing and resignation. "We've been down this road before. It's not fair to me, to us."

He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just... I needed you to know that I've regretted everything. The pain I've caused you, the choices I've made. And now, seeing you on the brink of a new chapter, it's like a knife twisting in my chest."

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, torn between the memories that tied you together and the desire to finally break free from the cycle of heartache. The weight of his presence was overwhelming, a reminder of the past that had never truly let go.

"I can't keep living in the shadow of our history," you said, your voice wavering with emotion. "I deserve a chance at happiness, Atsumu.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch your cheek, but he stopped himself before making contact. The distance between you felt both vast and minuscule, a reflection of the complex emotions that had defined your relationship.

The world outside was still and quiet, as if it, too, was holding its breath, waiting for the next chapter of your story to unfold. The weight of your shared history, the moments of passion and pain, seemed to hang in the air like an unspoken secret.

And then, as if the universe itself had conspired to intervene, the words slipped from Atsumu's lips, a fragile plea that shattered the fragile equilibrium you had forged.

"Don't marry him," he said, his voice a hushed whisper that reverberated through the room, carrying with it a mixture of desperation and sincerity.

You pulled away slightly, your gaze meeting his, the raw vulnerability in his eyes cutting through the layers you had built around your heart. The words hung in the air, a delicate thread connecting you both, threatening to unravel the careful tapestry of your new beginning.

"Why?" you questioned, your voice barely more than a breath as you sought to understand the depths of his plea.

His eyes bore into yours, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing within them. "You know why."

The answer lay in the unspoken truths that had always lingered between you, the wounds that had never fully healed. But facing those truths meant confronting the painful memories and the reasons you had let go in the first place.

"No, no, stop it," you said, your voice shaking as you fought against the pull of his words. "Atsumu, you're being mean. Stop it, stop it."

His gaze held yours, unrelenting and intense. "I'm not trying to be mean, Y/N. I'm trying to be honest. For once."

His words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with the fears and uncertainties you had been grappling with. It was as if he had stripped away the layers of pretense, laying bare the complicated emotions that had always been at the core of your connection.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, your heart a tangled mess of conflicting desires. The years of pain and longing had etched themselves onto your soul, and Atsumu's presence brought them all rushing back to the surface.

"You can't just appear like this and disrupt everything," you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sadness. "You can't ask me to question everything I've built."

His expression softened, the intensity in his gaze giving way to a tenderness that mirrored the Atsumu you had once known. "I'm not asking you to question everything. I'm asking you to question whether you're truly happy, whether this is what you want."

The words seemed to hang in the air, a suspended moment pregnant with the weight of your decisions. The room was a cocoon, shielding you both from the outside world, as if time itself had frozen, allowing you to confront the emotions that had been bubbling beneath the surface for years.

You looked at him, your eyes tracing the contours of his face—the familiar lines, the small imperfections, the memories etched into his features. His gaze held yours, patient and understanding, as if he recognized the turmoil within you and was willing to bear the weight of it alongside you.

"I don't even know anymore," you admitted, your voice a fragile thread woven from a tapestry of doubts and longings. "I thought I did, but now... everything feels muddled all because you're still here, Atsumu. But i've made my choice"

Atsumu's gaze was unwavering, his eyes a canvas that painted a portrait of his longing and regret. In that moment, you saw the depths of his soul laid bare, the vulnerability he had always hidden beneath a façade of bravado. The years seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a timeless embrace.

As you met his gaze, a mixture of uncertainty and desire swirled within you. The memories of the past were like a tide, pulling you back into a dance you had known too well. But this moment was different—it was a crossroads, a pivotal point that could lead to either heartache or redemption.

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, a touch that sent a shiver through your entire being. Slowly, his thumb traced a path along your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His touch was a whisper, a wordless declaration of the emotions that flowed between you.

And then, as if following an invisible script written by fate, Atsumu's lips met yours—a tender caress that held all the weight of years gone by. The kiss was a delicate dance, a symphony of past and present, a melody that spoke of pain and longing, hope and redemption.

His lips were a promise, a promise of a love that had never truly left, a love that had always been woven into the fabric of your existence. The kiss was a testament to the unspoken words that had always lingered between you, the emotions that had been too complex to articulate.

As his lips moved against yours, the sensations were both familiar and new, a reminder of the passion that had once consumed you both. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken apologies and silent forgiveness, a kiss that held the weight of all the times you had come close and then pulled away.

In that moment, you felt a rush of emotions—the ache of the past, the uncertainty of the present, and the possibility of a future rewritten. The kiss was a bridge, connecting all the fragments of your shared history, reminding you of the love that had been both your salvation and your downfall.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sensation of Atsumu's lips against yours, the heat of his touch searing into your very soul.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest like a captive bird. Atsumu's gaze held yours, a mixture of vulnerability and hope shining within them. It was a gaze that laid bare his heart, his desires, and his willingness to confront the demons of your shared history.

The silence that followed was a canvas upon which all the unspoken words of the years could be painted. The room was pregnant with possibility, a testament to the choices that lay ahead. And as you looked at Atsumu, the man who had once held your heart, you realized that this moment was a turning point—a point where the past and the future converged, where old wounds could finally find their healing.

With a soft exhale, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his once again.

How can you resist him, when he makes you feel so good? When he’s giving you butterflies? 

How can you resist him, when he’s kissing you like you and him are the only people in the world right now.

How can you resist him, when he always knows your sweet spots? When he always knows how to make you moan his name?

How can you resist him, when you’re still always drawing back to him?

Atsumu let out a soft groan, he pushed his hands up your shirt. But before he continued he asked., “Where’s our daughter?” 

“She's at my mom’s house.” You looked up at him. He forms a big jerk smile on his lips as he continues his actions. He smashed his lips onto you as he moved up the stairs, pressing kisses along your exposed neck and shoulders. He opened the door and rested you on the bed. This has become such a cycle that he didn't even need directions to the master bedroom. He leaned down to turn on the lights and threw off his jacket. You kicked off your slippers and got on your knees to crawl to the edge of the bed.

You reached for the hem of his black shirt and pulled it up, “Your body still hasn't changed.” You said, staring at the familiar body you always seemed to end up under.

He kissed you again, now rushed and sloppy, gripping the skin of your ass. He laid you back down on the bed, hovering over you. He let go slowly biting your swollen lips before he kissed down your neck, sucking and leaving bruises along your collarbone and the top of your chest. He reveled in the soft moans he managed to get out of you, sounding so angelic.

He lifted your nightgown off you leaving you with only your panties, staring at your bare chest. He brushed over your nipple with the pads of his thumb, squeezing it before putting it in his mouth, sucking and licking on it while his hand groped the other one. you squirmed around letting out soft moans of pleasure. 

"You always liked getting your tits played with," he smirked. You bite your lips and nod your head. Of course he knew, he knew everything about you.

Through your panties, he pressed his thumb on your clit drawing out small whimpers from you. He moved his fingers down your clothed slit, cocky smirk on his face “Baby you are soaked." he chuckled. "Tsumu please." you whimpered. "Please what? tell me what you want" he continued rubbing you through your panties. "Please make me feel good." you whispered, embarrassed. He hooked his fingers through the lace, pulling it down and throwing it on the bedroom floor.

 He got down between your legs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Lining kisses down your thigh and stopping just before your entrance, sucking on your thighs leaving marks. He always loved to leave bite marks. He looked up at you.

“Let me make you feel good, to remind you that no man knows your body like I do.” He moved his head back down and started sucking and licking your clit like he hadn't eaten in days, he was sloppy with it. 

Noises filled the air and you felt dirty. You wanted to feel bad for fucking your ex husband days before your wedding yet the only thing on your mind was Atsumu.

“Atsumu!” you cried out, closing your eyes and gripping on his blonde hair. “Look at me baby, please" he said, stopping his action. You followed his instructions but the eye contact and the stimulation was sending you over the edge. 

"fuck Tsumu im so close!" you whined. He just continued working his tongue over you while you pulled on his platinum blonde hair. You felt the familiar sensation in your lower body.

Atsumu licked up every last drop from your cunt. "You ready for more baby?" he asked, pushing his middle and ring finger past your folds, reaching further than yours ever could. "S-so good" you said trying to push the words out of yourself. He curled them inside you, rubbing against your walls, hitting the perfect spots inside you.

He leaned down and kissed you, tongue immediately in your mouth. “I think you're prepared enough.” he eased his boxers down off his hips and dick sprung out from the waistband. He got off the bed to grab and get his pants. Atsumu fumbled with the pocket, rushing to grab his wallet, in it was a picture of your daughter and you. He got out a condom packet and went back to his previous action.

He ripped the wrapper open and pushed the condom down his length and hovered on top of you, your arms finding their place around his neck bringing him closer. “Atsumu.” He lined his tip up with your hole and gently pushed himself inside you. He was stretching you out so good, the pain mixed with the pleasure was driving you crazy. This was the familiar feeling, the one your body knew all too well.

He was taking his time but you needed more, he knew that. He spread your legs further, pushing himself deeper inside you. He moved at a faster pace, hands squeezing tightly around your hips. "God y/n your body feels so good" he whimpered. His dick hit your g spot so right you weren't sure how much longer you would last. when he put his hand on your tit, squeezing and tugging at your nipple your chest arched into his hand.

he moved his thumb to your sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles over it, making you jump. "oh my god!" you wailed. "No one knows how to make you feel like this. No one can fuck you the way i do. No one knows your body the way I do." he said with a cocky grin on his face.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked, increasing the speed on your clit while he dug his hips into you. You could only whine and whimper in response. "Answer my question. I want to hear you" Your mind was clouded and all you could feel and think about was him. 

 "Atsumu fuck i'm gonna cum, i'm so fucking close.”

"Go ahead baby" was all he said and for the second time that time you came, face hot and chest heaving.

"I love you so much Y/N" he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he felt himself close too.

“I l-love you too Atsumu.” You weren't just saying this from the euphoria you were experiencing, you really meant it. No matter what man entered your life, he was always in the back of your head. He continued pumping inside you, until he whimpered and groaned, not breaking eye contact with you as he came too.

He flopped down in the bed next to you with a grin on his face. He reached a hand out to your cheek bringing you in for a gentle kiss. your legs entangled each other's and his arms wrapped around you bringing you closer as if to completely morph into you. "You okay?" he asked, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.

"yeah I'm okay" you smiled. 

His embrace was a promise, a silent commitment that spoke volumes without a single word. As the hours melted away, you lay intertwined, the rhythmic rise and fall of your breaths creating a symphony of shared hopes. His warmth against your skin felt like a shield against the doubts that had haunted you for so long.

"Stay," you murmured against his chest, the words a whispered plea that hung in the air like a fragile confession. "Promise me you won't leave."

His fingers brushed against the back of your hair, his touch tender as he held you closer. "I won't leave, Y/N. I promise."

The words were a melody that echoed within your soul, a promise that resonated with the deepest corners of your heart. As the night deepened, you drifted into sleep cocooned in his arms, his steady heartbeat a lullaby that chased away the ghosts of your past.

The night had been a fragile dance of vulnerability and longing, a tapestry woven with shared confessions and whispered promises. In the cocoon of darkness, you found solace within each other's arms, holding onto the belief that this time could be different, that the echoes of the past could finally be silenced. As the room embraced the hushed murmurs of your hearts, you held Atsumu close, his presence a lifeline that seemed to anchor you to a future you both yearned for.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow that painted the room in shades of dawn. You stirred, the remnants of dreams fading as you gradually returned to consciousness. But as your hand reached out, seeking the warmth of his embrace, you were met with emptiness—a void that seemed to echo with the hollowness in your chest.

Panic surged within you, and your eyes shot open, scanning the room for any trace of him. The sheets were rumpled, the indentation where he had slept a stark reminder of the promises that had been made.

Your heart raced as you sat up, the weight of disappointment settling over you like a heavy shroud. And then, your gaze fell upon a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. Your fingers trembled as you reached for it, unfolding the note with a mixture of dread and hope.

"I'm sorry," the note read, the words etched onto the page like a painful truth. "I wish things could be different, but I can't stay. It's better this way." The handwriting was a cruel testament to the fleeting nature of his presence in your life. 

The room was a prison of memories, each corner echoing with the promises he had made, the moments you had shared. But those moments were like fragile glass, shattered by his absence and your own naivety. The room felt like it was closing in on you with each breath you took.

The pain was a vice around your heart, squeezing out every ounce of hope that had dared to take root. The cycle had not been broken—it had merely paused, and the emptiness left in its wake was a gaping wound that seemed to bleed into every crevice of your being.

With a heavy sigh, you crumpled the note in your trembling hands, a symbol of the shattered fragments of your heart. The room held the ghosts of a love that had always slipped through your grasp, a love that had only ever brought you pain.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the words before you. The promise, the vulnerability, the hope—it all seemed to crumble in the face of his absence. The room was a silent witness to your heartbreak, the walls seemingly closing in around you.

The echoes of his presence seemed to linger, mocking the moments you had shared, the words you had exchanged. The morning sun, once a symbol of hope, now seemed to cast a harsh light on the reality that he was gone.

As you sat there, the room an empty canvas of broken promises, you realized that the cycle was far from broken. The pain was as raw as it had ever been, and the ache in your heart was a testament to the futility of hoping for change.

With a heavy sigh, you folded the note and placed it back on the nightstand. The room held the remnants of your shared night, a night that had held the promise of a different future. But as the sun continued its ascent, you understood that promises were fragile, easily broken by the weight of history and the pull of old habits.

As you rose from the bed, the room seemed to echo with the echoes of your footsteps. The cycle had repeated itself once again, and all you were left with were memories of a night that had briefly held the allure of a new beginning. 

Each step down the hallway was a testament to the weight of your heartache, a reminder that the cycle was an inescapable prison that had ensnared you both. The echoes of his absence followed you like a haunting melody, the anguished chorus of a story that had never been yours to control.

As you stepped out into the cold reality of a world that had once again robbed you of the happiness you so desperately craved, you carried with you the scars of a love that had always been a double-edged sword—a love that had promised salvation but had only ever delivered despair.

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[keitea]

when he finally approaches you after seeing you so often around the café. he fiddles with his fingers and nervously asks you if he could have your number. his hands tremble as he passes you his phone, his face fully flushed.

you look up from your book and smile, typing in your number. as he walks away, he looks back at you and you send a wink his way.

he stops functioning.

yamaguchi, hinata, atsumu (despite being so cocky i think he would do this), noya, hoshiumi, bokuto, yaku

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