#happy birthday tsumu <3

[bagsyy]

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warnings! 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), slight throatfucking/overstim if you squint, cum swallowing, lovesick atsumu. 1.6k words not proofread at all because if i look at it again i’ll throw up. happy birthday atsumu<3

atsumu’s brain has felt hazy for a while now. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started though. he didn’t have the mental fortitude to. he’s not sure if it began when he saw a glimpse of you getting ready in the bathroom. you were sitting atop the counter wearing one of his shirts as you curled your eyelashes. you pretended to scold him for daring to look at you before the wedding.

“it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, dummy. if we ever get divorced it’s gonna be your fault” you say, hitting the tube of mascara against the heel of your palm.

“want me to piss with my eyes closed?” atsumu snaps his head at you. “i’m not that talented, baby.”

“you know what? i think i’m actually getting cold feet. maybe we shouldn’t get married.” atsumu is silent for a moment before he leans back and pokes his head through the crack in the door. “really? they seemed pretty warm to me when you were beggin me to book the next flight here. ‘i just wanna get married, tsumu! i don’t wanna wait! i’ll marry you right now.’” he mocks you in a high-pitched voice.

“that is not what i sound like! can you save the theatrics for when you’re not actively pissing?” you side eye him, unable to prevent yourself from letting out a soft laugh. “m’trying to get ready, atsumu. i don’t wanna look ugly when we get married in front of an elvis impersonator.”

“sweetheart, we both know that’s impossible” atsumu says as he walks to the sink next to where you’re sat atop the bathroom counter. “you tryin to look good for another man? you’re killin me” atsumu’s honey colored eyes lock with yours, and you swear he’s never looked more lovesick in his life.

it was only after that, he decided, that you were really killing him.

it was his idea to do a “first look” in the hotel room before the two of you left to get hitched. his argument was that a lot of people get married in las vegas, what if he loses you in the crowd and he accidentally marries the wrong person because he can’t remember the dress you were wearing?

your phone is propped up on the window, hidden from atsumu’s view but still in the perfect position to capture this moment. the two of you are standing back to back, and you can feel him getting antsy as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fiddling with the sleeves of his suit. it’s cute, really, how soft atsumu gets when he’s with you. his heart never ceases to pound every time you take his hand in yours and squeeze it three times. when you kiss the crease between his furrowed eyebrows when his stress is visibly consuming him. when it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep, so you softly whisper atsumu’s name until he wakes up and you beg him to stay up with you so you have someone to talk to.

“okay. we turn around on three.” you reach behind you, searching for atsumu’s hand with your own. his fingers intertwine with yours as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling the absolute rock on your left hand brush against his knuckles. “one, two, three” you turn around to face each other, and atsumu looks like he’s about to pass out. the two of you are completely unable to form any coherent thoughts, just softly laughing in shock as you take each other in.

atsumu looks handsome as ever, messy blonde hair styled into something more neat and presentable. he looks like a husband, you think to yourself. you imagine a day where the two of you are sat out on your front porch, watching the sun setting over the horizon as soft beams of light glimmer on the laugh lines and crows feet adorning atsumu’s face. and you swear you’ll love him then just as much as you do right now.

atsumu smoothes his hands over his suit jacket. “damn baby, i’m feelin a little underdressed next to you.” you don’t miss how his voice quivers ever so slightly. “you didn’t tell me you were gonna look this gorgeous.”

your hand is still in his, and he lifts your arm up to get a better look at you. your dress is simple, satin, knee length with a slight v-neckline. it’s not the most intricate dress, but it’s timeless. elegant. you’re wearing a simple gold necklace, one that atsumu gave you, that sits pretty on your collarbones. his favorite part about your entire getup is, by far, your veil. it’s secured to your hair with a pretty white bow and stops just a little bit past your shoulders. atsumu wipes the smallest tear from the corner of his eyes and sniffles a little bit before pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you. in typical atsumu fashion, his hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass and you jump in surprise. “c’mon let’s make you a miya” atsumu grins.

the next two hours are a complete blur. you were all satin and soft skin, and atsumu felt like he was going to pass out at any given moment. he hardly remembers anything, really. he’s extremely grateful that you found a chapel that included a recording of the ceremony in the cost, because the only thing he can remember at this very moment is the man in the pink suit and aviator glasses telling him to kiss his bride. he’s been ready to marry you for nearly as long as he’s loved you, and there was nothing else going on inside his little brain besides making you his wife.

but now, here in this hotel room, he’s sure he’s been lobotomized.

“atsumu” you pout as you pull away from his cock, resting your head against his toned thigh. “you’re gonna rip my veil.” your hand squeezes his sensitive tip, demanding his attention.

“shit, shit baby m’sorry. just tryin to hold it for you” he throws his head back into the pillow, upset by the sudden loss of warmth from your mouth. “i’ll buy you another one just—please. please baby” he whines. “what kinda wife would leave me hangin like that?” he peers down at you, grinning ever so slightly. it’s amazing how he still manages to be cocky when you have him like this.

“what kind of husband-” you pause, softly nipping his inner thigh, placing a feather light kiss on it as an apology, “-rips his wife’s veil because he can’t keep still when his dick is in her mouth?”

“said m’sorry” he whines, throwing one of his arms over his eyes. you place more kisses along his inner thigh, slowly making your way back to his cock. you kiss the base of his shaft, trailing all the way up to his leaky tip. it jumps with every single kiss. “do something. please, angel.”

you give in, lightly licking the underside of his dick before taking him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him and he bucks into you, fat tip hitting the back of your throat. atsumu groans as you swallow around him. you try your best not to gag, but atsumu is too fucking big. no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still takes you a second to become fully accustomed to him.

“god damn baby, shit” atsumu’s lower abdomen begins to twitch as you continue to bob your head. “so pretty. y’look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. so fuckin’ messy.” and he’s right. between the heated makeout session that led up to this and the sheer amount of spit that’s on atsumu’s dick, what’s left of your crimson red lipstick is smeared all over the both of your faces, on his thighs, near the base of his cock. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your hand left hand strokes what can’t fit in your mouth as you continue to swipe your tongue on the underside of his fat pink tip, and your right hand moves to cup his balls. he looks so fucking pretty like this. you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every pretty sound your husband makes. you moan around him, and his hand grips your hair (and veil) just a little bit tighter. atsumu is whimpering at this point, face beet red as he looks down at you.

“gonna make me cum. please make me cum. you gonna swallow, pretty girl?”

you let out a soft hum, giving him an unspoken “yes.” he doesn’t last much longer after that, spilling his seed into your mouth with a deep groan. he moans your name and babbles something about how much he loves his pretty wife, how you’re so perfect, so good for him. you swallow everything he gives you, and you kiss his tip as you take him out of your mouth. not being able to resist the urge, you start to jerk him off, and he lets out a choked sob.

“okay, okay. s’enough. it’s enough baby, fuck” he tugs on his blonde hair, back arching.

“oh? is it, though?” you coo at him, admiring the way he looks right now. he constantly does the same shit to you, eating you out until your legs lock and you can’t stop shaking. but when he’s the one on the receiving end, he’s far whinier.

atsumu grabs you by your wrist and pulls you on top of him before you can overstimulate him any further. you yelp as you fall onto his chest, placing your head on his shoulder. “wanna kiss my wife now” he pouts, tilting his head to kiss you. he can taste himself on your tongue and it makes him sigh into your mouth. he runs his fingers down your back, tracing the curvature of your spine. “that was some of your best work, mrs. miya.”

#remember when i said trashy vegas wedding w atsumu? #remember #this post is sponsored by orange celsius and za #sorry for making atsumu so pathetic it’s because he is pathetic #thank you to my baby leah for entertaining my atsumu brainrot for the past month #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #en ess eff double you

[osamusriceballs]

Miya special course! <3

Enjoy the special meal for today! I humbly offer:

Osamu x creampie + Atsumu x degradation

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 3,2 k

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved twins ✨

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"C'mon, Y/N. Do you really want me to spend my birthday with that ugly-ass prick?"

Your eyes dart towards the sulking blonde setter, who has his arms crossed in front of his chest to show his dislike. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up just enough to reveal his impressive forearms, proof that he has been training even harder lately for the Olympics.

"I promised that I would spend the day with 'Samu and that I'll spend the night with you. We all decided that together last year, remember, 'Tsumu? To avoid the chaos?"

You smile at him, and his gaze softens when he looks at you, his arms now falling at his sides and revealing his broad chest. "I'll miss ya, pretty girl. Don't have too much fun with him; I get jealous otherwise, ya know?" He winks, and you feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. His silver tongue and charm always get you flustered with seemingly no effort.

"Oy, oy, 'Tsumu, know your place. Your time's tonight. She's mine for the day." OSAMU brings his arm around you, effectively pulling you into his chest, and you shamelessly press your hot face against his body to conceal your embarrassment and deeply inhale his scent. The alluring mix of his perfume and the pleasant smell of freshly made food fill your senses, clearly a sign that he cooked something today, probably something for you, since the restaurant remains closed today. "C'mon, princess, I prepared something for us. You can leave, 'Tsumu. See ya later." Osamu directs you towards the back of the shop, his arm never leaving your waist and holding you close to him. He simply ignores the protests of Atsumu, his lifelong experience with dealing with Atsumu showing, and his yells and rambles become just a faint background noise as Atsumu exits the shop.

Osamu's touch sends shivers down your body. His warmth is comforting to you, and the slight pressure of his arm as he holds you makes you feel safe with him. Your eyes dart towards his face, curious to see if he is as relaxed as his posture and tone make it seem, and he is. Osamu looks good, as always, his calm demeanor making him even more handsome and attractive in your eyes. His dark hair messily hanging into his eyes, long forgotten the days when he used to dye it grey, but he looks equally as good with it, so good that you can't even decide which color you prefer on him, much to his disdain when he had asked for your advice a few years back. Your response made him pout adorably, a sight you only know from him when he accidentally messes up a food order.

"Shouldn't I be the one to cook for us? Or get takeout for us? It's your birthday after all." You look up at him, but he only tightens his grip around you for a second and effectively squeezes your body with one arm, while the other opens the door swiftly.

"Princess, it's my duty to make sure yer satisfied- and that includes you having a full stomach as well." He directs you through the door and quickly closes it, your eyes barely taking in the sight of candles and a delicious meal on top of a table right next to a cooler with a bottle of champagne, before he suddenly spins you around, your back pressing against his chest and your ass right at his crotch. "Wanna spoil ya so bad, princess. My beautiful girl."

His lips find your neck, his hands roaming over your sides, while his fingertips just barely graze the skin under your shirt. You instinctively arch your back into him, tilting your neck to allow his lips to press against your throat, and he releases a deep breath before he starts to nibble on your skin. Your hands press flatly against the door, your heart beating slightly faster in your chest the longer he continues his ministrations, surely leaving a few dark marks that Atsumu will see later. You enjoy the feeling of his lips against your throat though, of his hands, that are now completely under your shirt and lazily grope your chest.

You slightly wiggle in his grasp, your thighs pressing harder together the more he works you up, and you can feel his lips basically curl into a grin before he pulls back and brings his hands down to your hips to turn you around. He's still caging you against the door and you look up at him expectantly, eager for him to continue. "What do you want to do? It's your birthday, you can wish for anything today." He quirks a brow at your words, his grin widening, and he looks like a predator observing at his prey when he leans down until your foreheads touch.

"Shit, wanted to keep it tame, but princess. Can't stop when you offer yourself like that," he barely rasps against your lips before he connects your lips, deepening the kiss instantly and groaning when you return the kiss just as passionately and wrap your arms around his neck. Your hands fidget with the hem of his shirt, feeling his warm skin under your fingers and the muscles of his neck tensing under your touch. One of his hands coming to your cheek to tilt your face in the perfect angle to deepen the kiss and to push his tongue into your mouth, and you moan as you hold onto his broad shoulders to keep you steady. Your legs clench together as you push your tongue against his, feeling spit already coating your chin, but you don't care, not when he's kissing you as messily and hot as he is right now.

"Samu-" you groan his name, and he suddenly presses a leg between yours, the muscular thigh causing you to stand on your tiptoes. "Just- a bit more, princess." You feel the hard bulge pressing against you, a clear sign of how much he's turned on, your pussy pulsing when he suddenly starts to grind his leg against you. You kiss him again, your hands now clawing into his shoulders while you rock yourself on his leg, the fabric of your panties rubbing against his expensive dress pants and creating just enough friction to keep you satisfied for now. His hands glide down your body and one of them moves under your skirt, making you moan and grab his shoulders harder when he rubs against your panties, finding your clit with just a few strokes of his fingers. The lace allows him to easily rub through the material, and you mewl under his touch, desperately kissing him even harder, his groans vibrating against your opened mouth.

"Wanna feel you inside, Samu- please-" You throw your head back against the door, not caring about the slight pain when you bump against the wood, and his response is an immediate nod, quickly pulling back and directing you towards the counter, wordlessly gesturing you to lean over it. You quickly follow his directions, pulling your skirt up to free your ass, and his hand almost immediately connects with your ass check, leaving a slight sting that sends just enough pain to your back to arouse you even further. "Princess, yer temptin' me here to give ya a good spanking. Want Tsumu to see how dirty our princess is for me. How yer beggin' me to fill ya up, to see my cum drippin' out of ya." He presses his coffined cock against your back, and you push yourself further against him, just waiting for him to finally fill you up. Another sharp sting on your ass makes you yelp out, the pain pleasurable and all forgotten when his hand kneads the sensitive spot on your ass.

"Samu, please- don't tease me," you whine, your legs spreading further, knowing how much he enjoys the view. It only takes a few moments for him to pull his pants down until his cock is free, rubbing the tip a few times against your panties before he pushes your panties to the side and slowly presses against your entrance. It's a blurry haze for you, the way he is almost tortuously slowly pressing his cock inside of you, centimeter after centimeter, every vein and ridge of his cock rubbing against your insides, feeling so, so good. "You'll look so good when yer full of my cum. Wanna feel that cunt creamin' for me, show me, princess." He stops for a second when he's fully bottoming out, his hands gripping your hips firmly and holding you close. A sudden sharp thrust of his hips takes your breath away, and you find yourself giving into the fast and harsh rhythm that he sets.

"Yes, just like that, just like that, Samu-" you press your ass further against him, arching your back for him when you feel his cock hitting just the right spot, his groans and deep breaths making you moan even louder for him, your mind hazy and filled with pleasure. "Oh, princess, I'll fill ya up so well, my good little girl, such a good girl for me-"

A gasp leaves your lips when you clamp down on him, your walls pulsing around his cock and milking him. You barely notice how he relentlessly pounds into you, your mind only filled with the thought of him filling you up- and you're basically screaming his name when he cums, his body tensing and his grip firm around your hips while he holds you in place. You're almost drooling at this point, your breaths shallow and uneven, and you barely realize how he whispers sweet praises in your ear, his hands rubbing your sides while his lips graze your neck again, softly kissing the dark spots.

"Yer gonna keep it inside and tell Tsumu that ya've been a good girl for me. Taking me so well, lettin' me fill up that pretty little pussy." A shiver runs down your spine at his words, anticipation already filling you up for Atsumu's reaction. You gasp for air when Osamu slowly pulls his softening cock out of your fucked out pussy, instantly fixing your panties to stop his cum from spilling out as you tense your muscles on your lower abdomen to hold it in. You slowly turn around, his hands still on your hips, and his gaze ever so soft when he looks at you.

Osamu presses a final kiss against your lips, so loving and sweet that you melt against him without any resistance, and then finally proceeds to carry you to the table.

xxxxx

"Come here princess.“ ATSUMU tugs on your wrist and pulls you down to straddle his lap, effectively putting you in a position that you slowly realize will make Osamu‘s cum drip down on him with no way for you to prevent it. Atsumu is quick to notice a shift in your demeanor, he always is, and your eyes widen when he brings a hand between your legs and presses his palm against you.

"That‘s from him?“ his fingers rub against your panties, clearly feeling the wet stain of the mixture of your cum and Osamu‘s- and you feel how your face burns at this action. "I- yes.“

His gaze seems to darken, and a smug grin adorns his lips. "It‘s alright, princess. 'm sure he fucked ya real good, didn’t he? Can’t deny a birthday boy, right?“ You nod at his sympathetic tone, your heart almost pounding out of your chest, knowing fully well that the marks on your neck and the wet stain on your panties are enough to get him riled up and competitive. Atsumu taps your panties twice, his fingers ever so soft when he finally pushes them under your the fabric right into the mixture of your cum. He pushes two of them inside with no warning, his fingers thorough as he curls them into all your sensitive spots, causing you to gasp his name and to claw your fingers into his shirt. "'Tsumu- what are you-" you whine when he pulls them out abruptly, your body feeling empty and missing his fingers already, but he is quick to shush you.

"Now clean that mess up. Be a good little whore for me, hmm?“ A sinister look is reflected on his face while he stuffs his fingers in your mouth, enjoying the way you squirm on his lap while you lap your tongue obediently around his digits. "Samu‘s princess, but a whore for me, huh? Ya want it both, pretty girl? Need both your twins to satisfy ya?“ Your eyes widen at his words, you pussy pulsing and aching for him, craving for his touch while you suck his fingers clean. He presses your tongue down and you gag when his fingers advance further towards your throat.

"You're doing so well, princess." The pet name sounds mocking coming from his mouth but you mewl under his touch, enjoying the way he makes you hot and bothered with just a few words. "C'mon. Pull down my pants and take what ya need. Be a good little slut for me." His dialect is thicker now, his eyes heavy lidded while he watches you, and you only manage to nod, his fingers still in your mouth, drool coating your chin while you hastily scoot back a bit to fumble with his belt.

Your fingers tremble and you furrow your brows when you need a few attempts to open the clasp, a low chuckle leaving his lips at your desperate attempts to pull down his pants. "So eager, huh?" You frantically nod, and don't hesitate for a second before you pull down his pants with his help, just enough to free his cock. He's hard already, not surprising you much, but just seeing him, leaking a drop of precum that rolls down that delicious curve of his cock, adds to the coil of desire in your stomach. He suddenly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, bringing his wet hand down to your ass and smacking you hard- his aim precise like always, a skill of setting and analyzing countless moves for years now.

"C'mon, fuck yourself on my cock like a good little slut. Don't make me wait." Another slap on your ass check emphasizes his words, and you involuntarily clench around nothing. You desperately lean down to kiss him, but he tilts his head to the side just in time for your lips to meet his cheek. "C'mon. Ya need to earn a kiss if ya want one."

His teasing and mocking tone is almost too much for you to take, but you know that he's craving it as much as you do when he sighs and wordlessly kisses you after seeing your pouty face. The kiss is heated, his desire unmistakable in the way he touches you, the way he rests his hands on your lower back and holds you close. His cock presses against your lower stomach, slightly twitching the longer you both make-out.

You slowly direct your body over his cock and hastily pull your panties to the side to align him at your entrance. He sighs when you start to sink down on him, taking the fat tip of his cock inside of you, filling you up so good already. Your head falls back when he thrusts his hips and finally bottoms out, his hands on your back the only thing holding steady. Your hands bury into his blonde locks, pressing his face effectively against your chest, his lips quickly moving to kiss and nibble on your exposed cleavage, leaving marks there alongside the ones you already have from Osamu.

You slowly start moving, raising your hips until he's almost completely outside of you, and his grip tightens around your hips at the action, his jaw clenching when you slam down on him, your mouth fully opened and gasping for air at the sudden pleasurable feeling. "Such a good little slut for me, my good little slut, c'mon, use this cock, it's all yours," he rasps against your skin, and you move again, more vigorously, grinding and fucking yourself on his cock.

You gasp his name, your hands gripping his shoulders for support, and you can already feel the muscles of your legs burning as you keep on moving the more you speed up your movements. His hands grip your hips tighter when he notices how your breaths come more labored, and he start fucking up into you too. You clench around him and moan his name, knowing fully well that you won't last long like when he keeps on fucking you like a toy.

You both moan and groan, the sounds definitely reaching the neighbors that will complain the next day for sure, but you just moan louder when he thrusts even harder. You don't even warn him that you're getting close, you just clamp down on him when you stumble over the edge, overwhelmed by pleasure, moaning his name and gushing around him while he moves your body further on his cock. "Fuck- princess-" a surprised groan accompanies his words while he keeps on bouncing your body before he curses again and spills into you, his cum mixing with yours.

You fall down on his body after a few moments, your bones and muscles limp after he slightly eases his grip around you, but he still makes sure that you don't fall back to the ground. You cling onto him like your life depends on it, your arms weakly wrapped around his neck while your face rests on his shoulder.

"Shhh, I'm here, I'm here for you princess. Breathe with me, you did so well, always so pretty when ya cum for me," he whispers in your ear, the sound of your heartbeat so loud that you almost can't hear him, and you let him whisper sweet words into your ear until you finally come down and breathe normally. His hands hold onto your body, his lips kissing every inch of your skin that he can find, and you find yourself slowly relaxing against him the more he keeps on treating you with utmost softness and care.

"C'mon, let's get back to Samu, and he'll cock somethin' nice for all of us." Atsumu's voice suddenly brings you out of your haze, a little louder than the sweet whispers before.

"I don't think he'll cock something for you." You retort with a snort, thinking about the last time they were bickering when Atsumu came to the restaurant and kept on demanding for free food.

"That's why you're the one askin'. He'd never say no when yer beggin' him for somethin'." Atsumu chuckles and rubs your back one last time before he leans back to look at you- his blonde hair messed up in a way that makes him look even more attractive- almost too much for you to take.

"Okay." You smile at him, loving the way he's all playful and caring especially after doing such lewd things, just your adorable Atsumu.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" you look expectantly up at him, and his smile is so adorable and soft that your heart skips a beat at the sight.

"Ya know that we love ya, right? Yer perfect. Perfect for us." He accompanies the words with a soft kiss to your lips, and you smile widely when he pulls back.

"I love you too. Both of you."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #atsumu #osamu #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu smut #osamu smut #HERE YOU GO! <3 #It's 3 am rn #I tried to proofread this #but I got a bit tired #so I hope it all makes sense #I love them so much #i watched the 4th season today #like not all of it #but like half of the inarizaki match #to celebrate their birthday #my favorite twins <3 #can't even decide between them both #kinktober #kinktober day 5

[truegoist]

you and atsumu have always been close friends, and always will

he has more than a thousand memories with you but the one that shines the brightest is when two of you were still in middle school, skipping class to lay in the grass. After all going to school in your birthday is just plain unfair

he watched you as you turned to face him, hair sprawled around your face, and asked him.

“tsumu, 20 years later, if we’re both still single, would you marry me?”

he had teased you about it for weeks, ignoring the way how his heart skips a beat whenever he thinks about your proposal.

but year after year and partner after partner, ignoring the little voice in him telling he should shot his shot instead of waiting, a side of him that secretly felt some sort of satisfaction whenever he comforted you after another horrible breakup got harder

you too felt something was missing with all those guys you dated right? Missing something that only he can provide

Sometimes he’d find himself calculating the time left for you two’s marriage; 10 years and 45 days till you can be mine,

5 years…

3…

1…

Atsumu practically skipped on his way towards your house, the bouquet on his hands swaying with his movements. He searched at least 3 shops just to find your favorite flowers.

He slipped inside your front door that was left open, mentally noting himself to scold you on it later on. Not today though, todays the day where his patience paid off. The 20th anniversary of the day where you made the proposal he hung on so desperately.

He had skipped the practice to come here but it was okay right? After all the two of you t-

His thoughts froze as he heard your laughter, a voice he could make out among any crowd, coming from the kitchen,

and there you were, still as beautiful as ever, shinning so brightly.

with your arms wrapped around their neck, laughing as the other side swayed with you from side to side, hands holding you with the confidence Atsumu should’ve had.

In any other case he could’ve reacted differently, thinking they were just some other meaningless fling you had. It should’ve been so

so why did you had that look in your eyes? The shine that Atsumu searched for any time your eyes met, the approval of his love for you was reciprocated.

when did that happen? Was it while he was away for his matches and you were alone? Were they wooing you while he was there playing volleyball?

“Oh! Hey Atsumu!” You beamed at him, smiling at the male in front of you. Your smile was as bright as ever but it lacked something, a something that you had when you were looking at the person behind you.

“is something wrong?” even if you didn’t knew him for years, anyone could tell something was wrong with the expression he had, filled with pure despair. “You can tell me, I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

that’s right.

after all you and atsumu have always been close friends, and always will.

despite how much he want for it to be something more, or despite the childish promise you two made. It would be dense for him to actually believe in such small possibility of someone as amazing as you staying single right?

Atsumu put on his signature cheeky smile, handing you the bouquet with happiness. Anyone who didn’t saw him a moment ago would think nothing was wrong

“it’s nothing, happy birthday (name)”

#lol I missed writing angst #is this okay i am half asleep rn #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu angst #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader angst #haikyuu angst #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #atsumu x gender neutral reader #atsumu x gn!reader #gender neutral reader

[seijorhi]

Hey Rhi 👋🏼, this is my first time sending you an ask/message. I accidentally stumbled upon your page on ao3 and I’ve been a fan since, you’re the reason why I got introduced to the yandere genre (I had no idea what it was before but I’m not mad about it at all). You are my all-time favorite Yandere author and I won’t read anything from that genre if it isn’t written by you. It's just something about the way you write that keeps me hooked.

I adore all of your works, but anything about the Miya twins is my favorite. Your latest work of them ‘Means to an End’ is by far my ultimate favorite obsession. I keep it as an open tab on safari from how frequently I go back to reread it. From the moment you published it, it’s been constantly plaguing my mind. The way you wrote the twins characters is so spot on and well done it’s almost as if they were real people. Your characterization of the twins is always chefs kiss.

After reading ‘Means to an End’ I was left with a couple of questions of my own. Please don’t feel pressured to answer all or if any of my questions, I’d be very much surprised if you’ve even read this far, I’ll be happy with anything you give even if that means you only read this (no hard feelings at all).

Without further ado here are my questions:

In the very beginning of the fic when Ame and reader are discussing about Ame’s birthday weekend, is it weeks or months away from her actual birthday?

When and how did Ame and Atsumu meet, did he slide in her DM’s or did he ‘accidentally’ bump into her and introduced himself?

How long were Ame and Atsumu together before the trip?

Before the planning of the trip and it was just Ame and Atsumu behind closed doors, would they go out on dates and do couple things?

How did the Internet feel about Atsumu having a girlfriend? Did this give Ame a bit of fame too? (I was wondering about this since you mentioned that Ame plastered pictures of her and Atsumu on her social media feeds)

When you mentioned that Atsumu had a ‘revolving door of girlfriends’ did this mean he treated them like an actual girlfriend or did he treat them more like a fuck buddy that he liked to keep around?

What time did Atsumu and Ame stop fucking obnoxiously loud? (cause chile we all know Atsumu has pro athlete stamina, this is also just a silly question)

What were Atsumu’s thoughts on buying Ame’s earrings, was it just to keep up the act of a loving boyfriend? ( I was honestly shocked that he got her a gift if I'm being honest)

(Back to Ame’s earrings, I know I'm sorry 🥲) But how was that interaction, Atsumu giving Ame her gift?

Another interaction I want to know about is Ame and the twins in the hot springs, since the reader didn’t end up going, did they say or do anything at all, did they at least converse with Ame?

Welp, that basically sums up my curiosity. Once again please don’t feel pressured to answer any or all of my questions. I just couldn’t help myself to ask. But if you do answer them, thank you so much for taking time out of your day to do so 🤍🫧. Keep doing what you’re doing babe!!!

hoo boy okay, firstly, thank you so much for the sweet ask!!

i'm gonna put these answers under a readmore because... there's a lot of them and that's okay vfhgdsjkvjhbfjds

a month-ish i'd say??

2. i can't remember if i put it in the fic or if i wrote it in an answer or whether it was just another piece of backstory that never left my head, but ame's a sports reporter, which is how they met. he slept with her, had every intention of forgetting her, until he pulls up the reader's social media and whaddya know? there's a familiar face

3. they've been together for nine months. long enough for ame to wonder whether tsumu is considering popping the question (oh ame, poor, sweet, naive little ame) while they're away

4. for all intents and purposes, atsumu made it feel like a real relationship. did they go out to couples ceramics painting classes? no, but dinner at fancy restaurants, taking her to matches, stuff like that, yeah absolutely. if anything, atsumu probably found it easier being in public, putting on a show, there's less of that quiet intimacy of just being together y'know? and if people got pics of them out and about in public, if ame posted gushing about their dates on instagram or whatever, who was he to complain?

don't get it wrong, atsumu doesn't hate ame. she's beautiful, fun. a good fuck. a bit pathetic and far, far too gullible, but he doesn't despise her. she's just a tool to him, that's it. the other stuff makes just makes the whole thing easier.

5. same as any other partner of any well known athlete/celebrity – there's going to be hate, of course there's gonna be hate, just like there's going to be people who are obsessed with it and ship it, people who don't give a fuck, people who think it's cute or annoying or a thousand other things. the main difference would i guess be that ame is already well-ish known, especially within the sporting world. she already has a pretty decent following online so she's well versed in tuning out all the negativity.

6. atsumu has really only ever cared about three things; samu, volleyball and the reader. the girls he dated back in highschool were at best a way to scratch the itch (with maybe the added benefit of making the reader jealous) and at worst a distraction. he didn't go out of his way to treat them like shit, it's just that in the pecking order of his priorities, they never ranked all that high. also, there's the whole obsessed with another girl to an extremely unhealthy degree thing that sort of got in the way of developing any kind of meaningful relationship.

i would say though that atsumu quickly developed a reputation. those girls knew what they were getting into.

7. i had an ask recently where they said that their interpretation of atsumu and ame's uhh extended activities that night was that atsumu couldn't get off which ngl made me snort. i love that. but to answer your question, not too much after the reader's encounter with osamu. tsumu might have that athlete stamina but poor ame has her limits bgfhjekfhjds

8. in my head, i flip-flopped between whether the earrings were fakes or not and in the end i left it up to y'all to decide. for the sake of this question, we'll assume that the earrings were in fact very real diamonds. now as a disclaimer i realise that pro-volleyball players in japan probably do not make a small fortune over their careers, however in my fic they do.

so atsumu's gift serves two purposes; one, it serves to show how rich and successful he is, that he can drop thousands on some jewellery for a girl he doesn't even love just because he can. because it's barely a drop in the ocean of his overall wealth. two, it's yet another tactic to elicit a jealous reaction from the reader.

and i think that if the reader ever did give in (and probably even if she didn't) atsumu would gladly throw money around for her, too.

9. gift in bed with a blowjob to say thank you?? fghdkihvgfjdks

10. i think the first thing that would've popped out of their mouths would've been to ask where the reader was, and why she wasn't coming – because ultimately, that's all either one of them care about. on the one hand, they don't buy her whole headache excuse for a second. it's satisfying for them to know that they're having an effect on her, but at the same time they're both disappointed because... no naked reader :c

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it's kind of sad in a way, because i think ame would've been really excited to use the whole weekend to try and get to know osamu better. she's head over heels in love with atsumu, and she knows how important his brother is to him. making a good impression on osamu is a big thing for her. and it's not the first time they've met, or even the first time they've spent time together, but for whatever reason she gets the sense that osamu doesn't really like her.

he's never been rude or demeaning, never said anything to atsumu (at least nothing that he's shared with her) but she can't shake the feeling that he doesn't think she's a good match for atsumu. it bothers her, because she thinks that what she has with his brother is something real. something that might be permanent. if he's not on board, she doesn't know if atsumu will ever truly commit.

and so while she's worried about the reader and the weirdness hanging between them, she's also going to use the opportunity of her not being there to try and find some level to connect with osamu on. unfortunately for her, while he's not going to be a dick about it, samu really isn't interested in making a 'connection' with the chick his brother's using, no matter how nice she is.

inevitably, ame ends up being the third wheel while the two of them are wrapped up in their own conversation.

#rhi answers #fic asks #means to an end

[tsukishimashoyo]

Your last blogs were angst thank you fr feeding me. 😢

Do you have lots of drafts angst there? Mind me tasting the bitterness of Atsumu......and Akashi perhaps?

Here ya go.. Thank you for reading my angst blogs 😊

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Miya Atsumu: He's better, I knew that

Atsumu prepared so much for your birthday, because for him you're the most wonderful thing happen in his life despite all the negative things he hears from his parents and also in school that Osamu is the better twin.

He build up his courage to ask you to be his girlfriend thinking you'll reject him because he's nothing and Osamu is way better than him.

Its been 3 years since you're relationship with Atsumu started. As you walk closer to apartment where you and Atsumu stay, it feels heavy and your heart aches as you having a conflict whether you should say this to Atsumu or just bury it under the ground and just not say a word about it.

You made your decision and entered the apartment.

" Y/N!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I LOVE YOU Y/N" Atsumu greeted and hugged you tightly. When he heard the door unlock, he ran in front of the door to greet you.

'Why make so much effort Atsumu, it's hurting me right now, I really don't want to hurt you but I can't just keep this to myself'

" Thank you Tsumu, I-i-I love you t-too Tsumu" you said and tears also start falling down on your cheeks as you get on your knees.

" Aww why are you crying~ you should be happy it's your birthday" Atsumu said while wiping your nonstop tears and sat in front of you.

" Tsumu I-I have something to tell you" you held his hands trembling.

" I love you too y/n, I'm all ears, is there something bothering you" he said softly and held your hands tightly.

" Tsumu I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to feel this way, I tried to love you but I really love him, I can't shake that feeling off when I see your face, I always see him in you. I'm really sorry Tsumu, I tried but I can't" you said sobbing, looking down on your knees.

" Thought so, he really is better than me, I thought I beat him when we're together but I lost in the first place, it's okay I understand y/n, stop crying now let's just celebrate your birthday, don't think of me as your boyfriend think of me as your friend celebrating your birthday" he got up and extends his arm lending you a hand to stand up.

" Please don't think of that Tsumu" you said standing up.

" How can you say I shouldn't think about that when the person who made me feel a winner made me lost. Y/n I appreciate you trying to love me, I really do. I'm sorry I think I can't celebrate your birthday, can I leave?" he asked you trying not to cry.

" Y-yeah, I'm really sorry Tsumu and thank you for all the efforts you've done" you said looking down.

The time when you heard the door close.

'Is this the right choice? Or I should've kept quiet.'

---END---

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Akaashi Keiji: If only I can turn back the Time

" Hey Kaashi over hereee~" you said while on the bench, looking at your boyfriend who is searching for you on the benches.

After the match and they've won, you ran to him and hugged him and he hugged you also.

The both of you walked to go to the park where you and him first met. When you reached the park, you placed a picnic mat. You're both reminiscing the memories you made until now.

" Wow I cannot believe that we're now 5 years together now Kaashi, you really love me huh?" you said looking at him grinning while your eyebrows are going up and down.

" I do really love you, and you also love me too right?" he said while softly pinching your right cheek.

" Hmmm~ let me think about it" you said while tilting your head and put your hand on your chin like you're scanning him.

" Eh? You're really thinking about it? " Akaashi said while tilting his head also.

" Hahahaha of course I do! I love you" you said and hugged him.

"Oof- y/n you should be careful, you'll get your head hurt again" he said protecting you, specially your head.

" That's okay you'll always protect me, right?" you said, smiling at him while still on top of him.

" *sigh* Not always y/n, so you should be careful okay? But whenever I'm around you I'll always protect no matter what" Akaashi said while smiling also.

As both of you spent the night talking and laughing at the park, he walked you on your way home and both of you bid each others goodbyes.

End of Akaashi's Flashback

" I never thought that, that will be the last goodbye you'd say to me y/n, I should've spent more time with you, I should've went to the grocery with you or I should've let you go by yourself" he said crying in front of your grave.

An accident occured the day after that when you decided to go out and bought some groceries and while your walking on your way home you got hit by a  speeding car. Akaashi didn't go with you because they had a meeting about volleyball.

'If only I can turn back the time'

" Don't blame yourself Kaashi, it's not your fault" you whispered to him for the last time.

---END---

#haikyū!! #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #akaashi keiji #akaashi keji x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader

[taruruchi]

Just dropping by to say happy happy happy birthday Taruchi!!!🎉🎂 I hope you’re having tons of fun on this very special day of yours, and i’m wishing you all the best!! Thx for being such a cool friend, stay safe and keep slaying girl! Mwah<3💙

Have a goofy ocean themed greeting from tsumutsumu

MUSIKA HIIIII THANK YOU SO MUCH 💗💗💕 I LOVE THE PICTURE IT'S SO FUNNYBSKDNKFKSNDNF poor tsumu 😭😭 thank you for being a great friend too, you're super nice and it's always fun to talk to you 🫶🫶

#I'm responding to these kinda late bc I just spent like... An hour or two just wrapping lumpia #Anyway the cake actually looks cool??? I want it 😦 #☆ inside taruchi's ask box 💌 #☆ a friend!! musika 🍀

[avid-idiot]

KARAOKE CRAZED

Featuring: Atsumu x Nessa, Brooklyn x Hinata

Contains: Intoxicated Atsumu, Alcohol mention, Crack/fluff fic, basically a double date scenario, barely proofread drabble

A/n: Here it is @https-hades-inferno. I did not forget yay. Forgive me for mentioning Tsumu this much, I missed him. But you still get your man so enjoy your day <3

"Are you sure this was a good idea?"

"I don't know, but we get a good show out of it so I'm happy."

Just as they finished their sentence, a particularly sharp note left the mouth of a very flushed, and very drunk Atsumu, who was busy belting out the lyrics to Fifth Harmony's Worth It.

The man had been at it for hours, and had somehow managed to rope Shoyo into it, slugging an arm around the gingered mess who seemingly was trying to get a handle on the lyrics.

"What are you– AH no that's not it," he stumbled, "Come and show me that you're wit... it?"

"Oh my lord, this is starting to hurt. Maybe we should–"

"Wait a sec, it's getting better," Brooklyn interjects, and they were right.

Between the off-key notes and slight bustling between the two guys, a melodious giggle from either man pulled together the catastrophe that was the two singing. At some point, Hinata looked back at his partner, flashing them his signature grin that always made Brooklyn swoon, and the party continued on.

Tsumu at his drunken worst, Shoyo a close second, and their significant others regretting even bringing them here in the first place.

"I don't know this man. Whoever wants him can take him," Vanessa says loudly over the music as she slumps down further in her seat. "Maybe if we leave now, they won't notice and we can sneak ourselves some cake."

But Brooklyn wasn't focused on that. Their attention was aimed at Hinata, who made the smart decision to change the song. The tempo had decreased significantly and now the young male had turned to face them properly, shrugging off his friend who seemingly had run out of energy, a slight twinkle in his eye that couldn't possibly be due to the liquor.

"You are, my fire..." he began. "The one, desire."

"Brook', it's your call. I'll call an uber right now if you want," Nessa tried again. She nudged them slightly with her elbow, resting her head on their shoulder.

Brooklyn paused. The scene in front of them was quite the sight. A dazed Atsumu, an antsy friend, and a small surplus of glasses that had led to this predicament. Perhaps going home was a good idea...but then again, it was a special occasion.

"...I want it that way. TELL ME WHYY—" They sang.

And so it was. Over the groaning, Vanessa quickly joined in, and soon the entire group continued the song. Notes were off, faces were planted by Tsumu, but as long as they had their people around, Brooklyn didn't mind the chaotic end to their birthday.

#idk what to tag #main focus their bday so... #she writes— 🙉

[rikumochiko]

Happy Birthday, Riku!

Special Yumefic for Nanase Riku's Birthday. With two my art commissions special for this day!

Written by @ me , Indonesia

"Riku, apakah ada sesuatu yang kamu inginkan?"

"Hm?" Riku menghentikan kegiatan membacanya ketika Mochiko menanyakan suatu hal padanya di saat keduanya sedang berkencan di sebuah perpustakaan yang besar di kota. Buku yang terbuka itu ditahan oleh tangan kirinya ketika dia menoleh untuk menatap sang gadis yang berada di sebelah kanannya sehingga bacaan terakhirnya tidak menghilang.

"Apakah ada sesuatu dengan itu? Aku sedang tidak butuh apa-apa, Mochi-san." Suara balasan dari Riku sangat pelan, berusaha menjaga kenyamanan para pengunjung lain karena perpustakaan memang melarang seorang pengunjung untuk bersuara keras.

Tapi, jawaban itu tidak memuaskan Mochiko. "Oh ayolah, apakah kamu benar-benar tidak menginginkan sesuatu?"

Riku tampak berpikir. Buku novel yang dia baca tadi dia tutup setelah memberikan sebuah pembatas sehingga dia bisa dengan leluasa memutar tubuhnya untuk menatap Mochiko dengan santai. "Betulan, Mochi-san. Aku tidak butuh apa-apa ketika ada kamu di sampingku." Riku menyengir, "Kalau aku butuh sesuatu, mungkin itu berarti aku ingin Mochi-san terus bersamaku."

Mochiko berhasil dibuat merona oleh bocah kelahiran Juli itu. Dia gerutu karena rasa malu yang membuncah hingga ujung kepalanya berasap, "Aih, darimana ucapan manis itu kamu pelajari."

Riku tertawa pelan. "Aku harus berterima kasih pada Yamato-san."

Pada akhirnya, usaha Mochiko untuk menanyakan kado apa yang diinginkan oleh Riku menemui kegagalan.

* * *

* * *

"Eh?!"

Suatu ketika Mochiko memenuhi janjinya pada Tsumugi untuk menemui sang gadis manajer itu di kantor, gadis bermata heterochromia itu terkejut karena ucapan sang anak dari kepala agensi— pasalnya, Tsumugi menyarankan suatu hal yang aneh bagi Mochiko untuk dijadikan sebagai hadiah ulang tahun pada pacarnya itu.

"Ada apa, apakah kamu kurang suka, Mochi-san? Kupikir, ide itu sudah kupikirkan secara matang-matang ..."

"Tidak, bukan begitu." Tsumugi hebat sekali karena telah menyerang titik lemah dari sifat Mochiko yang tidak enakan pada seseorang. "Maksudku, ini sepertinya terlalu anak-anak untukku ..."

"Aih, bukankah kamu sering bertingkah tidak sesuai sengan umur, Mochi-san? Kamu sendiri juga sering ditegur oleh member termuda kami."

"Ya ampun, Tsumu-chan, kamu mengejekku, ya ... baiklah, aku akan meminta saran pada Kaoru-chan saja ...."

"Eh, tidak!" Tsumugi segera menghalangi pintu kantor agar Mochiko tidak bisa keluar. Kemudian, gadis pirang itu tertawa kecil, "Bagaimanapun, kamu memang selalu menggemaskan, Mochi-san."

"Oh ayolah, sekarang apa maksudnya itu ..." Mochiko sudah lelah meladeni Tsumugi, jadi dia hanya bisa dengan pasrah menerima ucapan dari gadis yang merupakan senior mudanya itu. Walau begitu, dari dalam lubuk hatinya, dia tetap merasa malu karena mendapat pujian darinya.

Tsumugi masih tetap tertawa. Kemudian, hewan berbulu yang tidak diketahui identitas aslinya berkomentar, "Myu, myu!" sembari berloncat dari meja ke kepala Mochiko, "Myu!"

"Oh!" Seolah mengerti apa yang dilontarkan Kinako, Tsumugi terasa seperti berhasil menyalakan lampu dalam benaknya, "Mochi-san, lihat. Kinako-san bahkan menyetujui ideku dan mengatakan bahwa itu adalah ide yang bagus."

"Hah, bagus darimananya ..."

Tsumugi meringis tertahan. "Mochi-san, aku yakin ini bisa membahagiakan Riku-san dan memeriahkan hari ulang tahun dia. Bukankah itu juga yang kamu inginkan?"

"Uhm ..." Pada akhirnya, Mochiko menimang ide tersebut untuk sekitar 3 menit sebelum mengangguk pada Tsumugi yang sudah gugup memainkan jari-jemarinya, "Oke, kalau begitu, aku akan mengikuti saranmu."

Setelahnya, besok hari telah tiba.

09 Juli.

Riku memasuki dorm setelah dia menyelesaikan pekerjaannya di sebuah stasiun radio bersama MEZZO". Khusus pada hari itu, dia beberapa kali membuat kesalahan hingga dia ditahan sampai pada tengah malam. Dia meminta maaf pada para staff dan sesama member unit yang telah dia anggap keluarga barunya itu. Tapi, mereka sama sekali tidak masalah dan justru menyemangatinya, membuat Riku terharu hingga dia menangis pada saat itu juga.

Kemudian, dia bahkan belum mengabari Mochiko! Aih, bagaimana reaksi pacarnya selama ini menunggu kabar dia, ya ... Riku memeriksa ponselnya hanya untuk mendapati beberapa notifikasi dari gadis itu. Riku menjadi takut. Tapi, dia bahkan tidak bisa mengabarinya saat ini karena mungkin akan membangunkannya dari tidur, apalagi ini sudah tengah malam. Maka, niatnya adalah untuk mengabarinua besok pagi.

Ketika dia menoleh, dorm itu sangat gelap. Jelas. Lagipula, semua pasti sudah tidur. Jika belum, mungkin itu Yamato yang minum-minum di tengah malam atau Mitsuki yang mengambil sesuatu dari dapur. Tapi, dorm itu benar-benar gelap gulita. Ketika dia sadar, dia bahkan tidak melihat Tamaki dan Sogo di sebelahnya lagi.

Pada akhirnya, Riku hanya bisa menghela napas dan menyalakan sakelar sebelum kemudian dia mendengar suara yang sangat keras—

"RIKU, SELAMAT ULANG TAHUN!"

Satu dorm termasuk Banri, Tsumugi, dan Otoharu mengucapkannya dengan serempak sambil membunyikan petasan kertas berukuran kecil. Kinako berseru riang mengatakan, "Myu, myu!" membuat yang lain bergetar gemas. Di sisi lain, Riku mematung, terkejut dengan apa yang terjadi di hadapannya sebelum menangis senang. "Aku sangat terkejut, tahu!"

"Tuh, kan, aku bilang ide seperti ini mungkin akan mengejutkannya ..." Sogo, yang selalu menjadi orang paling khawatir pada penyakitnya berbicara dengan wajah khawatir menatap Riku. Tapi, yang lainnya tertawa, "Dia hanya terkejut senang, Sogo! Dia baik-baik saja."

Riku tertawa mengelap air matanya di ujung menggunakan jari, "Aku baik-baik saja, Sogo-san! Terima kasih banyak, semua! Aku sangat senang!"

"Sama-sama! Kami ikut senang jika kamu senang." Tsumugi menyambut kedatangan Riku dengan penuh senyuman dan menyuruhnya untuk duduk sebelum kemudian berseru, "Ah! Riku-san, kami punya hadiah yang sangat besar dan pasti kamu suka! Ayo dibuka!"

"Oh~ benar. Itu hadiah yang luar biasa. Kamu pasti akan senang, Riku." Yamato mengikuti.

"Eh ..." Riku bersenandung. Dia mengangguk dan mendekati kotak hadiah yang memang benar, itu sangat besar. Cukup untuk menampung satu orang di dalamnya .... Tiba-tiba, Riku bergidik. Bagaimana bisa dia membayangkan ada manusia di dalamnya ...

Kemudian, setelah pita itu dia tarik, Riku sekali lagi menjadi orang yang paling terkejut sedunia.

"Selamat ulang tahun, Riku!"

Mochiko keluar dari kado terbesar yang dia dapatkan hari ini.

"Aih, jangan berkomentar apa-apa dulu. Ini ide Tsumu-chan yang katanya bisa membuatmu menjadi orang paling bahagia jadi aku menurutinya .... eh?! Riku, jangan menangis! Aduh ... mana tisu ..."

Riku menikmati adegan Mochiko yang panik mencari tisu di atas meja ruang tengah dorm karena air matanya yang tidak sengaja mengalir deras. Dia juga menikmati ketika Mochiko mengomel pada Tsumugi karena mengira bahwa tangisannya adalah tangisan sedih dan bukan bahagia, sehingga Tsumugi harus membujuknya bahwa itu benar-benar disukai oleh Riku.

Riku merasa dirinya adalah orang paling bahagia di jam pertama dirinya berulang tahun.

Selamat ulang tahun, Nanase Riku! 09/07/2023 -Mochiko.

Notes : ngomong-ngomong, sebenarnya fic ini telah aku tulis beberapa hari yang lalu, tapi baru setengahnya saja. xD aku baru melanjutkannya sekitar beberapa jam yang lalu, www. anw, ini adalah kali pertamanya aku sangat senang merayakan ultah oshi! riku, kamu benar-benar yang pertama, loh! >< aku harap aku masih berada di fandom ini hingga tahun-tahun yang berikutnya.

#Spotify

[garoujo-main]

omg happy birthday emmie!!!! i hope u have an amazing astounding fabulous day and that tsumu spoils you shamelessly ✨✨✨🎉🎉🎉🎉💕💕 you deserve it!! <33

thank u my beloved!!! appreciate u vv much,, i’ve got faith he will he’s a dork but i lub him — sending u so many kithes <3 !!

#｡ﾟ. ୧ pretty moots #✧ ; auri

[mrskurono]

title: Inari Blessing || Atsumu Miya x fem!Reader a/n: yeah ok ig it’s my husband’s birthday and ig I love him or something word count: 4.2k tags: fem!Reader, fantasy/spirit au, kitsune!Atsumu, hybrid!Atsumu, soulmate au, alluding to death/suicide, plot that leads to porn, oral (fem receiving), soft sex, mating press, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, knotting, creampie, unedited  character(s): Atsumu Miya (hq) synopsis: Every time you ran away from home, the man with the tawny hair and black kimono could be found sitting a top the mountain.

Seven was the first time you ran away. 

If there was a fight at home over dishes or maybe you just didn’t want to do homework anymore. What it was, you weren’t sure. But the drive to run up the hill as fast as you could never ceased. You intended to run as far as you could until someone stopped you.

When someone did stop you it was all but an unfamiliar face.

“What are you doing in my shrine?” Cladded in a black kimono with hair as lightly colored as the dead August grass. The man before you didn’t look familiar at all, “Well, you just going to stand there huh, squirt?”

You sniffled and tried to suck up the dripping snot from your nose, “…I- I was just-”

“Blah blah blah blah-” He waved his sleeve covered hand around mocking you, “Little humans turn into big humans. Just scum, all of them.”

Was he threatening you? Was he just- Actually you weren’t sure what he was doing. His little mocking voice and quick little gestures made a smile blossom on your face. 

“Heh, you’re funny.” You pointed at his head, “And I like your hat mister.”

All but appalled, the tawny haired man looked aghast as he smashed the set of ears down on his head to hide them, “A hat?! A hat?! Yer callin’ my precious ears a hat?! What are they teaching you kids now a days huh?! Do you have any idea who I am?! The disrespect you’ve brought to a sacred place?!”

You shook your head. Very clearly stating the obvious. Leaving the stranger to sigh and rub his hand down his face.

“This is what happens.” He shook his head and turned away, “First it crumbles. Then we leave, one by one. Until no one even remembers us.”

You peek around his side with a concerned look, “Are you running away from home to mister?”

“Running away? What-” He scowled down at you, “This is my home.”

His gesture towards the blanket of never ending forest before you two confused you more. There was no home. There was no family to be seen. Not even something that could be called a hut. All you saw was late summer heat affecting the plants. This wasn’t a home.

“…why do I even try,” He sighed beside you. Pinching the bridge of his nose and waving you away, “Why are you even up here. Go get. Let me be at peace human.”

For a moment you had forgotten what brought you up here. And when you were shoed away to go back to it all. You huffed with pouty cheeks and sat right down on the dry grass under foot. In turn confusing the stranger beside you.

“I said go home human I won’t have-”

“I’m not going home.” You huffed, “I ran away and I won’t go back.”

His golden eyes blinked at you. Stalled by silence between cracking a small smile on his coy lips, “Not going home huh?”

You shook your head with arms folded. Stubborn in your conviction.

“Ya know, I heard a wild Inari spirit roams these woods. Viscous and alone. Without a real home.” He tipped a inquisitive look down at you, “You might be in danger if he catches you.”

For all the good folklore did. It didn’t rile a response from you. Only a deepening to your frown as you shook your head and looked forward at the expanse of forest, “I don’t care. I’m not going home. I’ll fight him if I have to then.”

“You!? Fight a spirit?! Bwauhaha! You are all but full of yourself aren’t you little human?” He knelt down next to you. Head resting on his knees with the pool of his black kimono at his covered feet. Ears twitching and tipping you off quickly that it might not be a hat. Golden eyes half lidded with a smirk on his lips, the man’s voice dropped to a whisper, “And…what if I told you I was that same spirit?”

There really was the first glimpse of thought crossing your young mind. Perhaps processing danger. Or less likely processing the fib he might be telling you. What he expected though was for you to want to leave and go back home to allow him his solace.

“I could take you.” You pointedly state.

“Take me?!” His eyes lit up with a belly clutching laugh ripping through him, “Yer gonna take me huh?? Things must be real bad at home then, ya? Willing to fight a spirit in the woods. What do ya got? A death wish?”

Your brows pinch together, “No. Why would you say that?”

“Because you’ve walked into the foxes den tiny human. Seems kinda obvious.”

“I don’t have a death wish I just-” For all your wisdom you held when you ran away from home. Now with only seven years to draw on. You struggled to find what it was you wanted to say, “…I just want to be happy.”

Once on his face, his smile never diminished. Though it softened around the edges as he reached out and ruffled your hair, “What would make you happy then huh? Ya know, I’m the god of luck so I might have something for you.”

Looking over at the thing beside you. Finally letting it settle in that maybe this wasn’t a human. As his ears twitched. And you saw his smile reveal teeth sharper than you’d ever seen. His words still seemed kinder than any human you knew. You thought hard. Drawing up anything possible when there was really only one thing that came to mind.

“…I want to stay out here with you.” You answered honestly, “I want to stay out here and be a run away forever.”

There it came. The laugh like the first time. But now it seemed less derogatory. Certainly directed at you but he softened his expression and you could feel his thumb rub gingerly against your temple, “Sweet human, you remind me of someone. Someone I lost a long time ago.”

“Does that mean I can stay?!” Your face lit up accepting that as a yes.

It came crashing down though. The second he shook his head and his touch lifted from your head, “No.”

“No?! But you said I-”

“Remind me. Yer not them though. You have more growing to do tiny human.” He reached into the pleat of his kimono and drew out a beautiful gold and orange charm. Pinched between his long black nails he looked at it with a tender look before hanging it front of your face, “Take this. When the fabric looses it’s depth. And the gold becomes clouded. Perhaps then. We will meet again. And perhaps then you may run away.”

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Eight years would pass. 

You would visit that same spot in the woods. Without a name. Or a place to recall. Only the charm clutched to your chest each time you ventured out. Stories of days in and day out of your life. 

Explaining to the empty trees how you felt you grew enough. How you were ready. And how you tried to reason that the charm looked how he meant it to be. Even though the gold clasp remained shimmering. And the orange woven fabric looked as good as new. You swore to the empty forest that it had worn and that you had aged. 

Those eight years fell on nothing though. Daily trips turned to weekly. Which melted to monthly. Until suddenly you were in college and you couldn’t recall the last time you saw the hillside. 

Still though the vivid picture of the man who’d given you the charm stuck. A dream that never faded. 

It would be another seven years before you ventured up that hill again. This time as distraught as you had been the first time you ran away. Perhaps at twenty two it couldn’t be called running away. But as you stomped up the hillside in the middle of August. 

Consumed in your thoughts and nothing else. It felt exactly like it had when you were seven.

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Tears streaming down your face. A thud in your chest that felt like your heart cracked each time it would beat. You made it as far as you could before the blurred tree line got too hard to decipher through tears.

Dropping to your knees you covered your face. Palms wet with the tears you wiped away. And now even wetter with the ones dripping into your hands. You sniffled and tried to dry them as you looked at the same stupid charm in your grasp.

Orange vibrancy long gone. Golden clasp smudged and never wiped clean. It spent so long at the bottom of bags and purses. You couldn’t recall the last time you even held it.

For as lucky as your lucky charm had been. You wanted to tear it to shreds with the woe allowed in your life. A never ending cycle. You clutched it in your fist. Raising it above your head ready to toss it back into the forest that once gifted it to you.

“Are ya gonna throw away something I personally gave you?”

Curled around your closed fist was a hand. Startling you enough to make you jerk away and whip around. An unwelcome intruder until you saw the twitch of those tawny ears and sly smirk.

“You.”

He waggled his finger at you and tapped your fist containing the old charm, “You were gonna throw that away weren’t ya?”

A crossed expression written on your face. You open your palm to look at the old trinket before feeling nothing but anger towards the mysterious man, “You! I looked for you! Day after day! I came back up here looking for you! Now you show up?! Now you care to humor me?!”

The fox man gave a shrug. His smile settling off his face as his golden eyes looked at the charm in your hand, “You didn’t need me those times.” His golden eyes narrowed on you, “You weren’t running away like you were now.”

Tightness returning to your chest with vigor. You couldn’t stop the quiver to your bottom lip as you tightened your fist around the stupid old charm you were about to huck into the forest. No chance you would throw away the gift. Still you couldn’t hold back the tears. Wiping at them with a closed fist as he settled in front of you on the ground.

“…what makes now different?” You asked through shaky breathes, “I’ve come up here crying before. Why now?”

He tilted his head curiously, “Really? That’s what yer gonna ask? Not, how was your day? How’s the weather holding up these days?”

The clear un-amusement on your face told him what he needed to know. Though he kind of figured that would be the case.

Looking up longingly up at the tree line above the both of you. Dusk settling into a mixture of beautiful colors to be painted across the late summer sky. He stayed quiet for a while as he still felt the burning of your eyes on him. Finally the creature exhaled.

“…you want it now.” He answered softly.

Only adding to your confusion you frown at him, “Want it?”

A nod. He reached out and touched his blackened nails down your temple to cup your cheek, “I couldn’t take you away if you didn’t want it with everything in ya. Even if I wanted to.” A genuine smile crossed his pale lips, “Trust me when I say I’ve missed ya.” His thumb swiped over your cheek and felt the tackiness of your dried tears, “Missed ya since the last of us left.”

Unlike seven year old you. It had sunk in over the decade plus since the fevered dream of meeting the funny hatted man happened. Some days you thought it was a dream. Others it was the only reality you would stick to. Leaving you somewhere in a feverish reality between the two of them. Nothing having felt as real since that day. Even when you told yourself it was a dream. It simply was a dream you wanted to return to.

Swallowing the lump in your throat. And looking down at the death grip on the charm. You hand slowly relaxed to reveal it’s worn throughout the years. It no longer looked the part of a beautiful luck charm. Instead it was but a dingy woven piece of fabric that had seen better days.

You extend the charm out to him and look across to him, “Your luck charm sucked.”

Opposite hand coming up to touch the old trinket he gave you. The fox man smiled as he felt the emotional turmoil of the years through it, “…it was never a luck charm I made. It was always yours. I was just holding onto it until you came back.”

“…mine?” You stole a glance from him to stare down at the thing in your hand. How out of place you always felt. How things always fell through or seemed to be nothing but bad luck. You had hoped at some point meeting the spirit meant you had a fruitful life ahead of you. But as the years drug on it only seemed like you were more and more out of place in your own story, “…this is mine?”

He nodded, “Thought you’d remember that sooner but-” He shrugged with a half cocked grin, “Guess human brains take a while to grow too.”

The hurt made sense. The fevered dream you lived for twenty two years. Suddenly felt like you woke up but only on the hillside with the unknown monster in front of you. Why seven year old you had never been scared puzzled you. Only to leave you realizing why would you be scared if you belonged up here.

“….Atsumu.” The name slipped past your lips when your eyes met the golden stare across from you.

Perhaps now it was his turn to shed even the slightest tear. His smile extending more than just his lips. It felt like his eyes were alive with a smile as he nodded, “Took ya long enough.”

What was once tight in your chest gave way to a deep breath. Cold extremities fueled by adrenaline lulled back into a warmth you hadn’t felt in years. You can’t help but crack a smile while feeling insane at the same time, “…you could have just told me ya know?”

Atsumu shakes his head with a shaky laugh bordering on tears, “Couldn’t tell ya anything you silly human.” His palm flush against your cheek as he feels your touch against the back of his hand. Only leading the fox spirit to lean into you and press his forehead to yours, “Ya had so much growing to do. Just didn’t think it’d take you this long.”

“Heh, shut up,” You nuzzle your nose against his feeling the tears threaten your lashes once more, “Yer a shit guardian.”

“I couldn’t leave.” He laughed softly between the two of you, both hands on your cheeks now as he held his forehead against yours, “Not when I knew ya would come back.”

You could feel his breath against your cheek. Closer than ever before. The softness of his kimono brushing your arms as he held your face gently in his palms. Your own hands resting a top his own as you let out a shaky laugh and shook your head, “Take me back please. I’m tired of running away.”

Atsumu had to lift his head up. Line of sight meeting yours once more. With his hands dropping from your face to rest in your lap with your own touch holding his, “…you’re still a human. If you do anything with me-” He bit his tongue at the words, “…you can’t go back. You’ll be stuck here. The rest have long gone. The others left when the temple was gone. If you do then-”

“Then I’ll be with you.” You spoke over him. Atsumu looked surprised at you, “I’ll keep coming back until you take me back. Over and over again. I’ll run away until this is my home again.”

“Damn,” Atsumu’s face grew into a smile all over again as his golden eyes twinkled, “Guess I really am stuck with ya in any lifetime huh?”

Simply laughing at him wasn’t enough. Lips curled up into a smile you lean into him. The brush of your lips not enough. Pressing them fully against the fox man’s as your hands traveled up his forearms. Crossing his shoulders just so you could loop them around his neck and hold him close to you. In no time the kiss deepening. 

Gentleness turned to greed. Atsumu’s arms curled around your chest with the scrape of his nails against your clothed ribcage in his tight embrace. The kitsune spirit clutching you to him as you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip. Tasting him for the first time in a new lifetime.

Who moaned first wasn’t clear. Though it didn’t matter. As the two of you fell back into the grass underneath the thoughts subsided to only a craving need. Atsumu quick to help you push his kimono from his shoulders. Just as prompt he was to tear at your shirt until both of you were left bare chested.

Hovering above you Atsumu smiled as his eyes traced over the familiar lines of your bare body, “…how I’ve missed you so much.”

Reaching up to brush his golden waves back you can’t help but pull him closer to you for a brief kiss, “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

Kisses trailed down your neck. Dancing along your collarbone and shoulder. Fluttering and light until his warm breath was felt against your nipple. Causing a hitch in your breath the second he took the sensitive bud between his lips.

A moan rippling through his chest as the fox man moved his tongue over every inch of your tit. His opposite hand coming up to cup and squeeze the other. Pinching playfully at your nipple as his lips vibrated with the little moans leaving him amidst it all. 

“Atsumu-” His name hitched in your breath. Skin on fire with his attention. Unsure if this is what he meant by you couldn’t come back. Or if you simply craved him this bad.

Responsive to your words. He unlatched his lips. Peppering your chest in kisses as he moved down. Kissing the marks on your very human body. Each fold and stretch mark. Adoring it as much as he’d adored your first body. Leading his touch down to the top of your underwear. Something he didn’t even have to ask to remove as your own fingers hooked in the waistband to peel them down. Atsumu doing what he could to help. Revealing to him the delicious sight of your soaked slit. More than just ready to taste you.

Pressing his lips against your core. He inhaled deeply before swiping his tongue along your cunt lips. Earning a moan from you above him as he felt your hands curl themselves in his hair. Atsumu lapped at your juices with his tongue brushing your clit often. Ignoring the death grip on his hair as he delved between your folds.

“You still taste amazing,” He murmured against your pussy. Unable to take himself away from you.

“More-” You gasped when his tongue swished over your clit, “Atsumu more-”

Hands gripping your hips. He devoted every life he’d ever had to eating you out. Hungrily lapping up your juices. Flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit until your hips were shuddering and bucking up against him. None of that stopped him though. Not until the fox spirit heard your final gasps leave your parted lips in desperation.

“ ‘m cumming! Atsumu- Fuck Atsumu I’m cumming! I can’t- I can’t-” Voice choked up in your chest. Nothing short of bliss washed over your body. Walls fluttering around nothing but the ache to your clit sending shivers up your spine. Atsumu’s tongue never ending as he worked you over through the entire endeavor. Face smeared in juices as you held him down there and rode out your orgasm until your hips collapsed under him.

Drawing his tongue up your slit one last time. Flicking his tongue just against the tip of your clit to earn a meager moan. He looked up at you between your legs with juices covering his face. Even as he licked them up he stared at you with a tender look laced with hesitance, “…if we do this…you can’t go back.”

Opening your arms wide, a sweet blissful smile comes across your lips as you look at the man above you, “I don’t want to go back. I want you.”

Atsumu felt his bottom lip quiver. Even with the taste of your musk on his tongue there was no stopping the way he felt, “…I want you too.”

Crawling back up to you. No concern for your juices that clung to his cheeks. You hungrily kiss him as your hips relax to accommodate his own. The clear bulge in his robes coming to life when he ruts against your core. Sending a tingle throughout your body even after such an orgasm.

It doesn’t take long. Between heated kisses. To free Atsumu from his robes. Freed from its loose confines. His cock twitches against the cool forest air but not for long.

Hips lining up together. You allow him to swipe his tip along your slit. Moaning when he brushes your sensitive clit. Covering himself in your juices before positioning himself at your entrance. 

With savoring ease Atsumu slips himself inside you. Girth of his cock filling you up and leaving you moaning against his lips when he leans back down to you. Warmth like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as the fox spirit finally slips all the way inside you. Bottoming out with your hips meeting one another.

Panting ever so lightly Atsumu brings his head up just enough so he can see you. Beautifully under him as his eyes soften and he presses his forehead against yours. Words at a loss when he feels you tighten around him and your fingers glide through his hair.

Soon lewd noises fill the quiet forest around the two of you. The slapping of your skin together. Along with the muffled moans as neither of you can keep your lips together. But be damned if you stop kissing. Atsumu’s cock feels even bigger in you with each thrust. His hips falling heavy onto yours each time as if he can’t get close enough to you. 

Sensitivity after your orgasm only making your walls flutter around his cock. Leaving his thrusts feeling nothing short of heavenly. Twisting and turning your insides into mush as your legs are brought up. Atsumu’s tender touch hooking the back of your knee to press them into you. Allowing his cock to slip deeper in you as he groans against your lips.

“I- I can’t help it-” Atsumu mumbles against your lips. His own orgasm approaching faster than he could ever imagine. 

Grabbing his face once more you pepper his lips in kisses that are broken up by moans. Drawn out by him hitting your deepest spots and the lewd noises of your cunt growing wetter and wetter around him, “Want it- Want you- Please- Please take me back.”

“Fuck-” He growls against your lips. Grip on your legs tightening because there’s no returning from this. Atsumu snaps his hips into yours with feverish intent. Fucking you with all his weight behind it as he lays on top of you and smashes his lips to yours, “I love you.”

Fucked out of any coherent thought. You can hear and feel his words against your lips as the growing size of his knot occurs to you only in passing. No turning back you nod with moans slipping against his lips, “I love you too.”

Snapping his hips into you once more. Atsumu buries himself as deep inside your cunt as he can. Overwhelmed with the first gush of cum that leaves him. A gasp being stolen from his lungs as the kitsune spirit pushes his cock deep inside you. Knot popping past your entrance in that very second. Filling you past anything you know. Leaving you gripping his shoulders and hugging him close to you.

Warmth of his cum. Each pulse of his cock inside you. Your walls clenching around him and milking him for every last drop. As his cum pours into you it’s the moment that suddenly every thing feels real. Like you’ve woken up from something suddenly. Eyes opening to see the familiar face above you.

Loosening your grip on his shoulders. A tender touch comes down to his cheek. Pressing your palm flush to his cheek you smile up at him, “…I’m home.”

Atsumu closes his golden eyes and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. Knotted deep inside you as the two of you felt each spurt fill you up even more and more, “I knew you’d come back.”

#i guess happy birthday to my husband or whatever #god i love atsumu ok so um here yeah have a fic about him #happy birthday tsumu <3 #hq #hq smut #hq x reader #hq atsumu #haikyuu #haikyuuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya smut #atsumu miya x reader

[nxrthmizu]

forever sounds nice — miya osamu x reader

routine is nice.

friday is stew night, so there's chicken stock to defrost, water to boil, vegetables to chop. you start on dinner before osamu does, because apparently people like having onigiris on friday evenings. not that he's complaining, he can't— business is good— but he does wish that he could get off work earlier to meet you step-for-step, a dance that's been perfected through years of staying together.

it's not most people's idea of love, but osamu feels that it's his idea of love when you move soundlessly to let him use the sink, when you hand him the knife he needs without a word from him. there's just something domestically magical about the way you know by heart how to waltz circles around him, avoiding his two left feet with a smile warmer than hot chocolate on a winter's day.

it's sappy, it's cringey. 'tsumu would laugh at him, but osamu thinks he wants this forever. wooden-paneled kitchen floor, dim lights from bulbs bought from the hardware store across the street, a simmering soup on the stove... ‘samu could do this dance with you forever, careful not to step on your feet but languishing in your yelp and laughter even if he does.

"i want this forever." he whispers, body jolting as if he had been shocked when his words echo back into his ears. god, ‘tsumu would never let him forget this...

but tsumu isn't here, is he?

"forever sounds nice," you hum alongside the steady chop-chop-chop of a radish.

"yeah?" he says gently, as if he could scare you off right then, right there. when you look at him, however, all pretty eyes and soft smile, 'samu just somehow knows that you're going to be here. in five years, in ten years, in fifty, you'll be here, apron around your waist, ladle in hand, a greeting of ‘welcome back!’ on your lips. maybe someday there'll be a child dancing around your legs, giggles and laughter filling the kitchen, just like how it should be.

"yeah," you affirm, sliding the radish into the soup, laughing when some of it splashes onto him by accident. it's slightly hot, and it burns just a little bit, but the foolish lovesick grin on his face doesn't leave, and he doesn't think it ever will.

not with you, in his kitchen— no, in your kitchen— yours and his. the imaginary squeals of children are still ringing in his ears when he wraps an arm around your waist, tucking his nose into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss onto your skin.

he can hear your laughter among the squeals, too.

he mumbles into your neck, "forever sounds nice."

discovering my love for samu be like (i can't cook)

thanks to @luvnami for beta-ing! <3

haikyuu!! taglist: @ryuiki @hikari-writes @whootwhoot @folkloeren @definitely-yours @rirk-ke @cemeiia @animegirlweeb @mitzwinchester @fandomsgotmefucked @sexyandcringe @stargirl2898

#happy belated birthday 'samu <3 #we love a man who can cook #meanwhile tsumu getting all ze angst be like :/ #oops was that foreshadowing? ;) #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyu!! x reader fluff #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu fluff #osamu x reader #miya osamu imagines #miya osamu x reader fluff #domestic fluff #[ris writes]—✧

[samusangel]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; what happens when inarizaki’s sweetheart falls head over heels for renowned fuckboy miya atsumu?

⤿ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲; fluff, angst

⤿ 𝗮/𝗻; everyone has a kansai accent (the reader’s accent isnt that strong at times) so dont let ur brain get jumbled. enjoy <3

⤿ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(??): swearing, SPOILERS!!

⤿ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼 *̣̩⋆̩☽ 

y/l/n y/n, inarizaki’s very own angel. always bubbling with excitement, always smiling. her giggles often enchant the students of inarizaki; it’s like a glimpse into heaven.

never in a million years would they have thought she’d be friends with miya atsumu. inarizaki’s very own devil in disguise. your typical heartbreaker.

if it wasn’t for kita and suna’s constant begging for her to be the manager for the volleyball club, she’d probably not even talk to him.

“y/n-chan!”

you swiftly turn on your heel, stopping the current conversation you were having with aran. atsumu’s in front of you, panting. he must’ve been running here; you put a mental note in your brain to give him water later.

“thought i’d never catch up to ya. for a shorty, yer pretty quick.” atsumu’s smiling at you, it’s the same smile he gives to every other girl. you aren’t special to him, you’re just a fling waiting to happen.

you’ve been crushing on atsumu for quite a while. maybe it’s the affection he gives you? the other boys on the volleyball team give you brotherly love, you even call kita nii-san sometimes. but atsumu? his affection gave the intentions that he was interested in you. the same affectionate ways your friends’ boyfriends gave them. but you think again. this is miya atsumu, a playboy at it’s finest. he would never be interested in you, right?

“‘tsumu, i told ya not to call me shorty!” you lightly smack his arm, pouting.

“can’t resist it, yer too cute to not be called shorty. let’s go.” atsumu holds your hand as the two of you walk to the gym for practice.

“kita-nii!” you quickly let go of atsumu’s hand and run towards kita, hugging him.

“y/n-chan, it’s good to see you made it without you and ‘tsumu bitin each others’ heads off!” kita chuckles, patting your head as a signal to go get the surprise you had made for the team, aran getting up to go with you.

the moment you’re out of earshot, kita yells at atsumu.

“why’re ya late, ‘tsumu? thought ya said you’d make it on time today,” kita scoffs, thoroughly done with atsumu constantly being late the past month. nationals were coming up, he couldn’t have the team slacking, “don’t tell me it’s another one o’ ya dumb flings again.”

“was waitin for y/n-chan, she had to stay back and help some douche with his homework. tch, as if,” there was a certain jealously laced in his words, one that if you’d heard it you’re sure it would make your precious little heart burst.

“yer not much better, ya know.” osamu casually puts out, and he isn’t wrong. after all, atsumu isn’t given the title ‘playboy’ for nothing.

“‘samu, don’t be like that. i aint all that bad, right?” atsumu whines, frowning like a little kid about to have a temper tantrum.

“guys!! i have somethin’ for ya!” you walk back into the gym with aran, both holding a tray of baked goods.

“eh? y/n-chan, what’s that for?” the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries wafts through the air, very quickly catching the inarizaki team’s attention.

“well.. you guys have been working really hard lately getting ready for nationals so i thought it’d be nice to bake you guys some sweets,” the team stared at her, wide-eyed. how did they get so lucky?

“o-oh but.. if ya guys don’t wan’ em-”

“y/n-chan, ya fuckin angel. we’re gonna eat all of these.” atsumu pulls you into a hug, your face smushed into his chest. you feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you ignore the fuzzy feeling and familiar butterflies swarming; simply letting atsumu do what he wanted.

“‘tsumu, let go! ya gotta eat before the rest of the guys eat em!” atsumu loosens his grip around you, changing his hold on you to his arm falling to your waist.

the team eat the trays of pastries you baked the night before, osamu and atsumu constantly fighting over the mini-cupcakes you made with the extra batter. osamu claims they taste better, while atsumu just wants an excuse to beat his brother at something. suna just quietly eats the vanilla cookies, thanking you for being so generous to the idiots on his team. aran and kita are just watching osamu and atsumu fight, munching on cornets.

atsumu usually doesn’t make it very far fighting with osamu, it seems keeping his hold on your waist is much more important to him. your heart flutters at the position you’re currently in; you sitting next to atsumu, your head resting softly on his shoulder. atsumu humming a soft little tune only for your ears to hear as he peacefully watches you play with his much larger hands.

“should i bake some more for tomorrow?” you ask, lifting your head from atsumu’s shoulder to start packing up the trays and cleaning any crumbs the boys left behind.

“if ya wanna, we’re not fussed.” aran smiles sweetly to you; you simply give a small smile back.

“alright, we’ll just skip practice for today. you’re all gonna practice extra tomorrow though,” kita chuckles hearing the disapproving groans from his teammates, “don’t worry, im sure y/n can think of a way to keep ya excited.”

“i’ll start thinkin of some fun activities we can do on the weekend!” you chirp, getting up to find your bag.

everyone starts piling out; you walking out eagerly chatting with osamu about a new recipe you’ve been dying to try. atsumu’s much larger hand engulfs yours as you and atsumu split ways from osamu since atsumu insisted he walk you home.

“’tsumu, you don’t have to walk me home. i’m not a lil’ kid anymore.” you smile at him, feeling a sense of euphoria at the fact he chose to walk you home instead of walking home with osamu.

“yer so innocent though, i swear someone could lure ya in with candy or somethin’.” atsumu laughs, watching the way your face goes from a soft smile to slightly confused to very offended.

“c’mon atsu’,” you whined, pouting, “i’m not that dumb!”

“yeah, but ya aren’t that smart either,” he takes a moment to admire you while you ramble about how you still got better grades than him and how osamu is the smarter twin.

“oh! tsumu, you should go home now.”

“right. see ya tomorrow, y/n!”

the next few days pass and you feel as if the atmosphere is off between you and atsumu. you’ve spoken to osamu about it and he feels the same way. did something happen between you and atsumu?

“..astu’?” you tap atsumu’s shoulder softly, letting him know you’re there.

“oh. y/l/n.” atsumu isn’t looking at you with the usual gleam in his eyes and you’re starting to wondering if you messed up something.

“‘tsumu, why’re you callin’ me by my last name?” you bite your lip in a state of confusion and nervousness.

“y/n. we need to talk.” he sighs in a way that you would when you’re disappointed and you’re thinking you really fucked up.

after school, you meet atsumu in the gym. they don’t have practice today, so the gym was the perfect place to meet up.

“y/n. i know what you think about me. i can see it in the way you look at me.” atsumu begins, almost instantly regretting what he’s decided to do. the way your eyes are starting to tear up makes him know you know what he’s talking about.

“atsumu.. i didn’t- i didn’t mean to. it just-” you stutter out, tears dripping down your cheeks, as atsumu pulls you into a hug.

“shh, i know. it’s okay, yeah? just ‘cause ya fell in love with me doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. just needed ya to know that ya shouldn’t confess to me. i’m gonna have to reject ya, and i really don’t wanna do that.” you don’t know what to say, especially since you were hoping to confess to him in a few days.

“i- i’m gonna go, atsumu.” you pull away from him after a few minutes of silence and after your sobs have silenced.

“i’ll walk you home.”

“no.. atsumu, i need time to think, y’know?”

days pass, days turning to weeks and weeks beginning to edge onto two months. the heavy tension in the gym is suffocating. the bus ride to nationals isn’t much better either. you’re sitting as far away from atsumu as you can, avoiding the awkward looks he gives you. you know he wants to apologise for being so blunt to you, but you aren’t ready to talk to him yet.

“y/n, i think it’s time you talked with ‘tsumu. i know you don’t want to, but as our manager you have to for the sake of the team.” kita’s calm voice snaps you out of your lost state of mind. it was evident that you weren’t feeling your best from the way your gaze was soft and it looked like you were drifting off.

“oh. uh.. i don’t think he wants to see me right now?” you try to make an excuse but kita simply shakes his head no and you grumble.

“y/n. go now, please. ‘tsumu isn’t focusin’ durin’ practice. as manager ya needa set him straight.”

“kita-nii..” you hesitate for a moment, “fine. i’ll do it.”

“thank you, y/n.”

you walk up to atsumu, who seems quite surprised you’re even looking at him right now, and sit next to him.

“atsu’.. i don’t wanna be the reason you might lose nationals. i know how much this means to you,” you make eye contact with atsumu for the first time in about a month.

“y/n, it’s not yer fault, yeah?” atsumu cups your cheek with his hand, a small smile growing on his face, “shouldn’t have been so blunt with ya anyways, shoulda known you’d react like this.”

“are.. are we okay again?” you bite your lip lightly, patiently waiting for a reply.

“think we were always okay, we just had a lil’ mishap, y’know?”

“so.. can i sit next to you?” you feel at peace knowing what happened hopefully won’t change your current dynamic, even if you know atsumu definitely won’t be yours.

“yeah, ya can. c’mere.” you sit down before atsumu tucks you into his side.

the rest of the ride is silent, but the uncomfortable tension is eased.

nationals pass by in a few blinks. but in the end, unfortunately, inarizaki lost to karasuno; a school no one would’ve thought could make it this far before, not after their reputation of being ‘clipped crows’.

the bus is once again silent during the ride home, and it breaks your heart — as the manager who’s been with them as long as the second years have — seeing how distraught the boys look. everyone looks disappointed in themselves, even suna looks upset. but most of all, atsumu looks like he’s on the verge of tears. and sitting next to him gives you the front seats to the way his eyes are glossy, the tears threatening to spill over any moment.

even the school feels silent, the losing game somehow affecting the entirety of inarizaki. even you, the bubbly sweetheart, could barely smile.

months pass, and now it’s almost the end of your second year. everything seemed to pass in a blur, from the losing match to the rest of your second year. the only thing that seemed to linger was the feeling of regret; and your feelings for atsumu. maybe if you didn’t catch feelings for atsumu, he would’ve been more focused. if you didn’t catch feelings, he wouldn’t have had to talk to you about it.

although the boys didn’t technically have to keep practicing, a few of the boys kept going; especially atsumu.

“atsu’? it’s time to lock up before ya get in trouble from coach. again.” your soft voice calling out to atsumu snaps him out of his focus.

“oh. yeah, gimme a minute.”

you watch atsumu do his jump serve, the sound of the impact from the ball hitting the floor bouncing on the walls of the gym. atsumu tried to hit another serve before you register why you’re there but it’s too late.

“atsu’, no! i’ll help you clean up, c’mon. you gotta walk me home, it’s late. it’d be terrible if i, your precious manager, got kidnapped right?” you joked, though you were still terrified at the thought of getting kidnapped for real.

“yeah ya right, it’d be so hard for the team without our darlin’ lil’ manager.” atsumu chuckles.

your parents didn’t really mind where you went at night, especially since they knew you were often with atsumu. so it’s no surprise that your parents don’t call or text when it’s late at night and you’re at a park with atsumu, sitting on a bench together. the cold breeze making you wish you’d brought your jacket with you that day. and it seems atsumu notices because soon after you shiver, atsumu’s large jacket is placed on your shoulders.

“hey, y/n?” atsumu swings his arm around your shoulder and makes you shuffle closer to him.

“mm?”

“i like you.”

“oh, cool. wait. what??” your whip your head to face him, shocked at the sudden confession.

“maybe i can give this whole love thing a shot? doesn’t seem that hard to keep ya happy.” atsumu jokes, watching as your expression shuffles through happy, confused and a mix of the two.

“i- i like you too but.. your volleyball career?”

atsumu simply shushes you and brings you into a soft kiss; and you wish time would stop right then.

“be my girlfriend?” he smiles at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

and who were you to say no to that?

#happy birthday to the miya twins <3 #i had fun writing this for tsumu 🥰🥰 #vivi says i can write #samusangel birthday special #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #miya atsumu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons

[oikadori]

WHEN THEIR DAUGHTER TELLS THEM THAT SHE DOESN’T NEED THEIR HELP (HQ)

↱ includes: atsumu, oikawa, bokuto

↱ genre//warnings: fluff, domestic, hq dads <3 // atsumu is a tease

↱ wc: 0.9k

an: i just love when they are loving fathers yk?

reblogs are highly appreciated :DD

✿ MIYA ATSUMU

“I don’t need ya, daddy”

Atsumu felt a pang in his chest as he watched her little girl getting on her toes to reach her favorite candy and successfully doing it.

His arms were already reaching for her small body to keep her steady. Just in case he thought, but there was no need.  “Sorry baby! Sometimes your silly dad forgets what a big girl you are.” Your husband chuckles nervously at your six-year-old daughter who smiles proudly at you both.

Atsumu’s eyes drift to the flask and his face lightens a bit “Here, let me open it for you, girly—”

Your daughter moves her price away from your husband's grip with a cute little frown. “I can do it!” She says, before opening it, not before letting out a few grunts. “See?!”

“Yeah...”

Humming happily your daughter leaves the room and you watch with a sympathetic smile at your husband, who follows her with a heavy stare, almost nostalgic.

“You okay, ‘Tsumu?” you coo, dragging him out of his trance. To hide the strange feeling that was building up in his stomach, he brings back his smug self.

“Yeah! Why wouldn't I?! Our little girl is just...growing.” he says the last part with a little crack in his voice. But he is quickly brushing his teary eyes away and fixing his blonde locks.

Rolling your eyes, you simply  ignore him.  You go back to wash the dishes when a pair of large, rough  hands grip your hips.

Trying to look behind you, you catch a glimpse of Miya Atsumu's pouty face resting on top of your shoulder blade. You can't help giggling softly at the image until he leans closer to your ear, huffing.

“Let’s have another one, please.”

✿ OIKAWA TOORU

“Daddy, look!” 

Your daguhter runs into your living room where Oikawa is currently is watching a volleyball match on the couch, rocking a new braid.

Oikawa’s lips stretch into a wide smile as he claps. “Princess, that looks so pretty. Did your mommy do it?” 

The brown-haired girl shakes her head as she crowls onto the couch and sits next to him. “No, I did it myself!” She says happily, holding her braid with her small hands and showing it to your husband. Oikawa is still smiling until he hears what comes next.

“I don’t need you to do my hair anymore.” 

It might be dramatic but Oikawa felt as if he was being fired. What did she say? she didn’t need his help anymore? No way.

 You were clumsy for doing braids and complicated hairstyles unlike your husband. Oikawa and his skilled fingers always made sure your daughter had the prettiest hair at every kids party. And he was really proud about it. 

“Excuse me?” he says in a high pitch tone, crossing his beefy arms over his chest. “Who made your hair for your birthday party? AND who help you with your bangs when a little someone cut her hair alone, mmh?” he counts with his fingers all of his successful hairstyles, desperately trying to show your daughter that she still needs him.

“You…But,” She cross her legs, “—I want to do it alone like the others girls.” 

Oikawa quickly shuts his mouth and carefully looks at the braid, he can’t contain the goofy smile that takes over his face as he realizes that her daughter was growing, a little too fast for his liking. But he was happy to see it happening.

He sighs. 

“Okay, okay angel, daddy will teach all of his hair tricks BUT don’t tell mommy.”

✿ BOKUTO KOUTARO

“Are you sure?!” 

“YES!”

“But like, are you sure, sure??!”

This has been going for a while now. Bokuto’s hand is still on your daughter’s back and the other is firm on the purple bicycle’s handle. The day has finally come when the training wheel were no longer needed by your little girl.

“Yes, daddy!!” She yells, making your husband jump. “I don’t need you to hold me, anymore”

Through the lens of your phone, you notice how Bokuto’s spiky hair falls down, a signature thing the former Fukorodani’s captain did  when he felt down.

Bokuto feels like crying, his little girl is not so little anymore and he wonders how much time he’ll have before he has to let her go for good. 

You are on your way to Bokuto’s muscular figure when your daughter gets off her bike and pulls your husband's shirt.

“What happened honey-pie?” He says with a shaky voice, kneeling in front of her, patting her head lovingly. 

“Why-Why are sad, daddy?”  So perceptive, Bokuto thinks and his heart melts. He pinches her chubby cheeks and shoots her a warm smile before kissing her tiny forehead.

“Nah, birdie. I’m just happy you are growing strong and big just like your dad!” Bokuto let out a booming laugh as he tickles her sides making the cutes giggle come from her lips. ”Now, now. Show mommy and daddy how you ride your bike like a big girl, okay?” 

She nods, kissing his cheek and whispering a silent I love you before getting on her bike again. 

Your face finally relaxes. Holding your phone you catch you daughter riding her bike alone for the first time as an overexcited Bokuto jogs by her side, where he belongs.

#atsumu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu fluff #oikawa fluff #oikawa x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto x you #hanimehub #oikawa headcanons #atsumu headcanons #bokuto headcanons

[mavrintarou]

[2:02PM] - Happy birthday, Miya twins!

Warnings: dark contents (obsessives & possessive twins); post-time skip (twins and reader is of age); explicit smut; breeding; non-con recording; reader (y/n) might be a little dumb and oblivious; 18+ Note: not edited

Part 2 - Part 3 (read this after the side stories) - Rin's story - Atsumu's story - Osamu's story .

After nearly ten hours, you finally logged off work for the day. You massaged your temples, feeling the tension gradually dissipate. As you tap your phone’s screen, you notice numerous unread texts demanding your attention. However, what caught your attention was the date displayed on the screen.

M O N D A Y, O C T O B E R   4

You swore, swiftly navigating to your text messages. Among the numerous messages from various individuals, you noticed none from the twins.

[You] Hey punks, sorry I’ve been busy with work and overlooked that tomorrow is ‘yer birthdays

[You] I have not booked a restaurant #IMSORRY

You have known the twins since you were six; they’re turning twenty-six tomorrow. It has become a long-standing tradition that whenever it was your birthday or their birthday, you and the twins would always gather for a meal together.  

[Tsumu] Wow. You don’t love us anymore.

[You] … 

[Samu] It’s okay; we know you’re busy

[Samu] and don’t care about us anymore #sadface

[Tsumu] My favorite Y/n is finally forgetting about us ☹

[You] I am not! Stop being babies! I didn’t entirely forget. It’s still TOMORROW.

[Tsumu] Lies. You forgot about us!

[Samu] That’s why you moved far from us, huh?

Since you all entered your pre-teen years, the twins had developed a peculiar and somewhat possessive attachment to you.

You were theirs.

Neither of them has dated nor allowed boys to get close to you if they had any say.

‘Yer boyfriend will make ‘yer stop hanging out with us.

We’ll lose ‘yer forever, don’t ‘yer see?

You thought they would grow out of it, but their possessiveness only seemed to have evolved through the years.

It got out of hand during high school when girls hated you or questioned why you were dating both twins.

Rumors circulated that even the slightest shift in your demeanor or a slight distancing in your friendship would trigger the twins’ keen perception, leading them to become immediately clingy.

After high school, Osamu stayed in Hyogo while you moved to Osaka for university. It was shortly after you learned that Atsumu joined you in Osaka.

You were surprised one night at the bar when a hand rested on your hip and a familiar voice whispered into your ear, “hey, love.” Atsumu made it difficult to shake off when he attracted all your friend’s attention; he ended up by your side the rest of the night.

The following day you caused massive wildfire speculation on campus that you were dating the new setter on MSBY Black Jackals.

You ignored him as much as possible, but it became difficult that he was just everywhere.

You could not have been more thankful to have accepted the scholarship to study abroad. You spent the last two years overseas and applied for an additional scholarship for the graduate program, and ended up staying out of Japan for four years.

While you lived abroad, you maintained occasional communication with both of them. The time zone difference conveniently provided a plausible excuse for not being to take their video calls or respond promptly to their messages.

Your return back to Japan without notifying them triggered an uproar. Their cold shoulders left you feeling terrible, realizing that you often succumbed to their demands, even when it wasn’t necessary, and despising yourself for being too lenient with them.

[You] If I didn’t care, I obviously would not be writing to you two boneheads right now.

[Tsumu] ☹

[Samu] ☹

You groan.

[You] Okay. I’m sorry. You two are my favorite boneheads.

Silent.

They gave you the silent treatment for ten minutes.

[You] Okay. Because I failed to plan, what can I do to make you both happy? You can have anything in the whole world.

Unexplainable chills zapped down your spine as soon as you sent that, making you shudder. Below your message, you saw double-check marks, meaning they both read it.

Silent.

You were in the middle of writing something when Osamu replied.

[Samu] I’ll come to ‘tsumu and cook dinner, meet there.

[Tsumu] My place tomorrow for dinner. Be ready to cum.

You frown.

[Tsumu] Sorry, autocorrect. COME.

. .

You arrived at Atsumu’s place first since you lived closer.

“Could you please put on a shirt?” you half-ordered and half-complained, trying to avoid looking at the half-naked Atsumu. His sweatpants sat incredibly low on his hips, showing off his defined abs and sharp V-lines. He had just finished showering, evident from his damp hair and the towel casually slung over one shoulder.

“Why do you still get shy around me? You’ve seen me naked before.”

It was a memory you buried deep away. You were over at their house and knocked on his door to ask him a question, and he replied, telling you that it was safe to enter his room when he was naked as the day he was born.

A few days later, the same thing happened but with Osamu.

Thanks to them, you understood the male anatomy.

Ignoring his presence, you explore his apartment’s vast expanse. “You have such a spacious place for just one person,” you remarked casually.

Your words were abruptly interrupted when his arms encircled your shoulders, startling you. “Well,” he whispered, his voice filled with a hint of mischief, “you could always move in with me.”

Gently wiggling out of his embrace, you created some distance between you. “It’s okay,” you replied, calm but firm. “I prefer being close to work. It makes commuting much more convenient for me.”

Before you could react, his fingers swiftly touched your ear, rubbing it with a familiarity that caught you off guard. It was one of your weaknesses. “I can get you a car, and you can drive to work much easier.”

He steps closer to you, and you step back.

You backed against the wall, and Atsumu pressed your hand against his bare abdomen—the ripples of his abs defined underneath your palm. He closes in the distance and grabs your other hand, and shifts it down to his visible straining cock against his thin sweatpants.

Your hand balled up into a fist, “’Tsumu…” you warned, but your tone was too soft. He brings your fist to the bulge of his crotch, and you submit easily, fist loosening and palming his crotch.

“I want you to say my name like that when I am fucking you deep.” Your eyes shot up to look at him; his mouth cracked open, panting as he forced your hand to rub against his hard bulge. “Let me fuck you, Y/n. I’ve waited too long,” he begged.

The doorbell rings, distracting you both, and you take this opportunity to escape from him.

Atsumu has been more physical with you than Osamu, but he has never made you touch him physically like that before.

You hurry to the door, swinging the door open to see Osamu. He walks in with arms full of stuff and shoos you away when you try to help him.

He settles everything on Atsumu’s kitchen counter and pulls you into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist as he crushes you, chest to chest. His nose buries against your neck, making you flinch as he inhales deeply.

“I missed you.”

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel a nip and a hot tongue lapping your neck.

You pulled away, and a hand immediately touched where his mouth just suckled, your hand wet from his saliva. “What is wrong with you guys today?”

Osamu ignores you and begins to unload his stuff, “I make your favorite stuff.”

You carefully watched him and walked around to the other side of the counter. You watch him quietly as he finishes any last-minute prepping.

Your palms press against Atsumu’s granite countertop, watching Osamu that you hadn’t realized the two giant hands that press next to yours.

“What are we eating?” Atsumu asked, over your head, pressing you into his counter. His thick and hard cock purposedly pressed into your lower back. As if he knew you would pull away, his hands gently lock yours on his counter. He threads his fingers through yours and presses them onto the countertop.

“’Tsumu,” Osamu warned, “after dinner.”

“What?”

Atsumu drops his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck; the opposite side Osamu kissed. “Just dessert.”

. .

Osamu had always been the better cook of you three. It’s no wonder his small shop is doing well at home.

“Keep eating,” Osamu scoops another spoonful of mashed potatoes onto your plate. You make a disapproving face at him because you are already full. “You’ll need all the energy.”

Atsumu has been quiet the rest of the night, fidgety, to be exact. He is seated beside you; his legs are spread wide, so one leg touches you. You had to slap his hand away twice when he would rest a hand on your thigh, rubbing and squeezing.

“Is it time for dessert?” he whined.

You brought the cake without letting them know and stood up from your seat before they could react and head to the fridge. You added the numbers 2 and 6 onto the cake and lit the candles.

You return to the dining table with the twins, both looking impressed.

“What? You don’t like the cake?”

Osamu’s mouth curves slightly.

Atsumu’s nose scrunches; you made sure to buy strawberry flavor, his favorite.

“I want dessert.”

After wishing them a happy birthday, you waited for them to blow out the flames when you noticed how the twins looked at each other with identical mischievous smiles before looking at the cake and blowing out the candles in sync.

As you placed the cake down, preparing to clap your hands in celebration, each suddenly grabbed onto one of your wrists, firmly holding you in place.

“Y/n,” Osamu calls, “we want something from you.”

“We’ll forgive you for almost forgetting our birthday if you do something for us?” Atsumu added quickly.

Narrowing your eyes, you maintained a momentary silence, sensing a warning from your intuition. “I’ve known both of you for a long time,” you spoke, voice laced with suspiciousness. “There’s nothing that could make you both agree on something so peacefully. What’s going on?”

“Oh, but we both agree on something,” Atsumu tugs your left wrist, “we both want you.”

“Me?”

“To submit to us.” Osamu finished.  

Submit to us.

Submit to us.

Submit to us.

“Like…” you pause, “like have sex… together?”

“Threesome,” Osamu clarified with his charming smile.

“Just us.” Atsumu chimed.

“Well, I sure hope so.” You snapped.

“Do you agree?”

You tugged your wrists but failed, “no, that’s crazy.”

“Y/n,” Atsumu whines, “how is it crazy? We both know you love us, and we love you too.”

“This is weird.”

“How is it weird? It’ll just be sex.” Osamu assures with a smile.

“It’ll be the best birthday present you can give us.”

Your eyes shut as you fight the urge to say yes. Atsumu’s rough fingertips rub your knuckles while Osamu rubs circles on your hand.

“No anal.”

Atsumu’s lips curved into a triumphant smile while Osamu pouted, “boo.”

. .

The tie is secure over your eyes, “why do I need my eyes cover?”

“Up?” you hear Atsumu instruct, motioning for you to lift your arms. Your shirt is raised and tugged off, leaving you in your black bra.

“You’re going to guess who will fuck you,” Osamu answered, pressing you down on your back. A pair of hands fumbled at the waistband of your yoga pants, which were tugged off. “A black thong, sexy.”

You lay on your back in your undergarments, “guys?” You don’t feel their presence.

“Give us a minute here; we’re trying to see who gets to fuck you first.”

You hear them mumbling, ‘rock-paper-scissor-shoot.’ “Are you guys serious?” You lift yourself onto your elbows.

You feel the floor creak by your feet, and your heartbeat races. Suddenly, warm breaths by your cheek and their mouth crash onto yours unexpectedly, fast and hungry, knocking you back. They pin your wrists beside your head, so you can’t touch them, probably to figure out which twin they are.

You know enough; Atsumu has an undercut, while Osamu’s hair is long.

His tongue mingled with yours in a deep kiss, and when you inhaled for air, his mouth lifted off of yours and kissed along your jaw before pulling away completely.

Your wrist is released but quickly ordered, “leave them there or else you’ll be punished.”

Your mind is too hazy to tell who it was.

The rest of your undergarments are removed, leaving you naked, blind, and vulnerable.

With rough fingers, they hook their arms underneath your knees and pull you to the bed’s edge, your lower half hanging off the bed. Your legs are then widened, and thick fingers play at the entrance of your pussy.

“So wet,” they whisper before plunging a finger inside, pulling it out, and pushing it back in.

With just one finger, it is enough to curl your toes as you beg for more.

Something rounder and thicker presses at your entrance where their finger was just at, “I can’t wait anymore.”

A thick hard cock plunges deep inside of you and doesn’t allow you to adjust before they’re pounding hard into your pussy. Your back arches, and a moan resonates from your throat. You grip the comforters, barely anchoring yourself as you shift with each fast thrust. Large hands grip your thighs, holding you still as they thrust harder and faster.

You touch their hands holding your thighs; the veins and rough knuckles aren’t enough to determine which twin.

“Fuck, hurry.” You hear a hoarse voice demand towards your head. “Baby, give me your hand?”

One hand reaches above your head, unsure, but a large hand closes your hand around something hot, soft, yet hard. “I’m gonna fuck your fist.” The cock in your hand slides back and forth fast that you have to tighten your grip. “Fuck-fuck-fuck- your fist feels good!” they moaned loudly.

A smack behind your thigh sent you crying as the one fucking your pussy reminded you who was giving you the pleasure. Your legs are pushed forward and hooked over their shoulders, pressed in half before the heavy body is fucking you into the mattress.

Heavy panting fanned your face, “I’m going to cum… inside you.”

You weren’t on birth control but couldn’t find your voice to tell them no.

“If you don’t answer- I’m going to cum inside of you….” his hips begin to pound at yours, fast and hard.

“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me!”

A deep chuckle sends chills down your spine, “good girl.”

His cock twitched inside you, and with four more hard thrusts, he stills and jerked as he cums. The weight of his body collapses over you, keeping you pressed in half. His loud groans mixed with your moans.

“I’m going to fuck a baby in you, love.” He growled, and your walls convulsed and gripped around his cock at his statement.

“A ba-baby?”

The cock in your hands slips out and leaves your hand abandoned.

“My turn.” The weight is suddenly pushed off of you; the sudden withdrawal makes you flinch and gasp at the sudden impact of emptiness. “Hands and knees, baby girl.” You’re rolled over onto your stomach, and they help adjust your lower half to their liking. “Hang in there for me, baby girl. I’m close to cumming thanks to your fist, but I want to cum inside you too.”

Your throat is hoarse, and you desperately want to remove the covering over your eyes.

The bed shifts, and you feel the dip near your hands and head. “Hey love, lift your head for me, please?” You lift your head, and something soft yet wet touches your lips. “Open, please?”

A musky smell hits your nose before your jaw drops slightly but the prob of something hot and soft presses your lips open. Your tongue licks and swirls around the tip of the cock in your mouth.

“One second,” your mouth is empty, and as you were about to question, without warning, your pussy is stuffed in thrust. You’re caught off guard, and you’re jerked forward.

The cock in your pussy keeps a steady rhythm; this cock felt different. This one was less thick but longer.

“Stick out your tongue,” the thumb rubbing your lower lip pushes your jaw open, “suck me, please.”

Their cock slowly pushes into your mouth, taking in what you can. You lock in your elbows and take in more of his cock until it hits the back of your throat, and you quickly retreat before you gag.

The covering over your eyes gets tugged off swiftly before you can comprehend. Your eyes adjust quickly to the dim light in the room. You blink, staring straight at the wide hips and defined V-lines. Familiar V-lines.

You didn’t dare look up.

He withdraws his cock from your mouth and tilts your head upward.

With teary eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, you gaze back at Atsumu. “You’re so beautiful.” His thumb swipes over the corner of your lip where drool leaks. “How is she, ‘Samu?”

Your mouth shuts as you bite in your moan when he particularly thrusts harder.

“Amazing, she feels fucken amazing.” He grunts, “worth the wait.” His grip on your hips is bruising.

Your cheeks are pressed in by Atsumu’s hand, “me too, love. Can I cum in your mouth?”

Your tongue darts out to lick his length, licking the softness of his length before swallowing him entirely. Your eyes look up to see his mouth open, watching you right back. His fingers comb your hair behind your ear, “I’ve waited a long time to see you like this… sucking me….”

Much like Atsumu, you feel Osamu twitching with each sloppy thrust. That increases your suckling, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around Atsumu’s cock.

Your pussy clamps down on Osamu’s cock just as your mouth does for Atsumu’s cock. They groan and grunt as they come simultaneously, one in your pussy and one in your mouth.

Osamu’s cum only mixed in with Atsumu’s earlier and filled you even more uncomfortable. You could swallow most of Atsumu’s cum, but some dribble down your chin.

Atsumu pulls out his cock and wipes the dribbling cum back into your mouth. “You did well, love.”

He drops onto the bed beside you and reaches to fondle your hanging tits. “I knew your tits would be lovely. I’m going to fuck them next.”

The upper half of your body collapses on top of his hand. “No, you’re not,” you confirmed, breathless.

He flips onto his side, elbow supporting his head. “Why not? Wasn’t this fun?”

“Because I’m going to fuck her tits next,” Osamu said at the end of the bed. He slips out of flaccid cock and rubs your thighs before straightening your lower half. He drops beside you and rubs your back.

“You got to fuck your fist and her pussy!”

“You got her pussy and her mouth?”

“Shut up.” You groan, exhausted. You rolled onto your back, shifting near Osamu. It wasn’t long before Atsumu scooted closer, unable to allow his twin to have more of you.

Your eyes shut as exhaustion creeps up on you.

“Did you know it was me fucking you first?” Atsumu whispers into your ear, a hand massaging one of your tits.

“Yes,” you muttered; with your eyes still closed, you swat his hand away. “You’re the only one who calls me good girl and love, and Osamu only calls me baby girl when he wants something.”

A few minutes pass by in silence. You’re alerted when fingers trail from the valley of your tits down to your navel before cupping your sex. “I wonder which twin’s baby you’ll carry?”

Your eyes snap open, and you bolt up, but an arm locks you down on your back. Osamu hovers over you, his heavy muscular arm holding you down. “Hang on, baby girl.”

You watch Atsumu get up and off the bed, naked. He walks over to his dresser, and you see the phone propped horizontally on a tripod. He takes the phone off the tripod and points the camera at you, “totally fucked out; the best birthday gift ever, right ‘Samu?”

Osamu forces your face to look at him, “as of now, but you want to know what would be best, ‘Tsumu?”

The bed dips with Atsumu crawling over, and he straddles your thighs, the camera still pointed at you. “Hmm?”

“There’s a baby Miya,” Osamu’s palm on your abdomen, “right here.” . . .

E/n: Sheesh. That's probably the darkest stuff I've ever written. Now, I'll get back to Once Again.

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[shinwoo]

takeout — [suna rintarou]

♤ wc: 485 ♤ a/n: i was told to write for suna so here is suna :3 also it is his bday so happy (belated) bday suna! ALSO ALSO DLKFJWOEIRJDSLF ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE ♤ tw/cw: food, mentions of food, pet names

lounging on the couch, you were scrolling through your feed on instagram. the bedroom door just a little away opened and suna poked his head out before walking out to come sit next to you.

"so..." he said, glancing at you, "please tell me we aren't eating takeout again."

"what's wrong with takeout?" you replied, not even bothering to look up from your phone.

"nothing's wrong with takeout, "suna said, trying to choose his next words carefully, "but i do miss your food, y/n..."

he was so tired of takeout.

"rin, i have never even cooked for you before."

suna sighed, "babe, that was the point. in the months that we've been together, not once have i ever had your food. c'monnn, babyyy, i wanna try your food. y'know what day today is, right?"

you swiped down on your phone, checking the date before answering. "it's tuesday, what about it?"

he blinked, "oh... no reason, was just gonna say it's 'you should cook for me today' day."

you looked up, mid-scroll, raising an eyebrow before rolling your eyes and looking back down at your phone, "cooking takes too much time and effort. it's easier to just eat out instead. i told you this before."

he nodded and you both sat there in silence, you occasionally scrolling while he watched you. after a couple of minutes, suna pat your knee, "hey, i think i'm gonna head out, maybe do some shopping. you wanna come with?"

you shook your head, "no, i'll just stay here. be safe."

"oh... okay... well, do you need anything?"

"nope, thanks though."

"alright."

it was when suna closed the door behind him, and after you checked that he had actually left, that you let out the breath you were holding. quickly, you opened your phone to make some calls and rushed to set up before he would return.

minutes later, the doorbell rang and you opened the door to two familiar faces. "hey! you guys made it!"

"of course we did," one of them said, "wouldn't miss his birthday for the world!"

while the other said, "'tsumu, the cake."

"oh, right, here ya go. 'samu made it 'imself of course."

you grinned, "thanks guys."

some time later, you hear keys jangling as the door is being unlocked. you smile to yourself with anticipation. suna's eyes widened with surprise as he walked in, setting his keys down on the counter before being greeted by old teammates.

"y/n here had this surprise planned for weeks!" atsumu laughed, while osamu added an "i made that cake for you by the way."

"i thought you actually forgot..." he whispered, turning to you, "i'm sorry."

"there's no way i'd forget, rin. i'm sorry to have kept this from you. but happy birthday, my love," you smiled as he took you in for a hug, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"...thank you."

tagging: @sunascupid bc i know they aren't active rn and i really want them to see this alksdfjawieorlksdf (but i'm sorry for the tag ;-;) - edit: new blog new blog new blog

#hq shelf #hq!fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader #tw: food #cw: mentions of food #shinwoo

[mioshan]

Ship:Atsumu x M!Reader

⚠Warning⚠(s):smut, degrading, anal sex, sex on the bathroom counter (sorry not sorry)

Summary: dressing up in lace for your boyfriend wasn't a bad idea at all, you get fucked on the bathroom counter and get called a slut <3

You look in the mirror of the bathroom, pretty lace decorating your body a creamy white, lining your curves; pretty little bubble butt sticking out deliciously against the lace pushed up between your ass. It was Atsumu's birthday after all the least you could do was put something sexy on. Bending down to pick up your clothes you feel a hand on your waist and another rubing your ass, "ya bending down so I can stick it in here" you feel him rubing the lace that's put between your cheeks, blushing as you stood up pushing your backside against his chest "you aren't supposed to see yet" you frown, he now has both hand on your waist as he presses a kiss against your neck, "and you aren't supposed to be lookin so fuckin hot, but here you are" he guides you to lean against the bathroom counter "damn baby arentya just a sexy little slutty thing" he says as he grips your hips harder and presses his hips against your ass "tsumu not here" you whine and try to stand up from your places against the counter, you don't move far because atsumu has different plans for you "nu uh stay the fuck still and be my good bitch" he bends you down more roughly than before and you moan loving how roughly he's treating your body.

"c'mon baby shake this tight little ass against my big dick" he presses his clothed dick into your laced up ass "shake it, bitch" you whine at the degration he throws at you and shake your ass slowly against his dick and moan at the feeling of it pressing into you "tsumu need it, please.." he humps your backside and leans over you, "ya need this, ya need that, well I need you to be quiet and take what imma give you" you feel him lean back and move the lace panties that are barely covering anything to the side, "damn baby look at this pink, tight lil fuck hole" he puts his thumb against your hole and puts pressure against it but not penetrating you "it's my fuckhole ain't it?" you moan at the pressure against your hole and push your ass back trying to get it inside "I said this is my fuckhole ain't it?" he slaps your ass harshly "answer me slut" you gasp at the hit and look at him through the mirror "is your fuckhole daddy" he smirks and suddenly you hear a ripping nose, you whine and look at him with a glare "Atsumu seriously? I just got this tod- hnmp" he stuffed his fingers in your mouth thrusting them in "shut up and suck my fingers like a good fuckhole" he keeps thrusting his fingers deep in your mouth, you gag as they hit the back of your throat he watches as you start to tear up and smirks "that's a good slut, I knew you could listen to daddy" he pulls his pants and boxers down in one go then pulls his fingers out your mouth "get up on the counter baby and show me your slutty hole" you whine and get on the counter, your spread your legs and whimper as the cold air hits your dick, hard and wet "damn baby look at you and your cute pathetic excuse for a cock" he presses his finger in your hole and with his other hand teases your dicks slit with his thumb, "da- daddy pleasee please" you whimpered out and tried thrusting your cock up into his fist, he grins and starts stroking your dick and puts in a second finger "please what, pretty boy?" he fingers you hard and all you can do is moan like a bitch "sumu, ready put it in!" he takes his fingers out and lines his dick up with your hole and slides in.

You moan at the stretch loving how it split you open, "damn baby, fuuuck" he starts thrusting hard and grips your waist "gonna fuck you silly baby" you moan loudly feeling him hit you deep then pulling out and stretching you more "daddy, fuuck" he grins, fucking you harder and sucks at your neck leaving blooming hickeys on you "be a good slut and cum on my dick" he strokes your cock and massages your slit while fucking you deeply on his cock, you whined loudly loving every second of him fucking you "mm close daddy don't stop" you lean your head back and whine "that's it baby cum, cum for me" he grips your dick firmer and strokes it fastly while pumping his cock in you "daddyyy" you cum on his fingers and whimper as he kept thrusting into your puffy used hole "ahh yes fuuuckk" he thrusts deeply and cums breathing hard "damn baby happy birthday to me" he smirks and places a wet kiss on your throat "mhm you better buy me a new one" pointing at the lace garment that was once used at your panties, he smirks and picks you up "c'mon baby let's clean you up" you hold onto him and smile, being his little slut had some perks.

crappy ending bc i have no fucking idea how to do a ending

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