#i love atsumu honestly

[sovereignjojoz]

Ah!

Atsumu x f!/gn!reader

Warnings: its just a silly piece tbh. Petnames.

Atsumu felt tense.

Why did he feel tense, well the reason was simple. Just as he was about to practice a set, he got a call. His jaw ticked in irritation as he went to see the caller ID, but upon seeing your contact he softened. Normally he wouldn’t answer, however you of course were an acception.

Perhaps you were calling him to surprise him with a romantic romdevouz. Or maybe it was to bring lunch over? Whatever the reason, he was just glad you called.

So you can imagine Atsumu’s surprise when he answered the call and his beloved was crying, wailing incoherent sentences in panic.

“Baby, please… t-the…and…oh my! It’s…closer! Help!” You wailed, crying into the phone, as he tried to calm you down.

Before he could even ask what was up, another cry came from the other side of the line and the call abruptly ended.

Panicked, he sent countless messages to your phone, but despite his perseverance they remained unanswered.

Conflicted, he thought upon what to do. Of course if he left practice, he’d lose many valuable hours of practice. However those hours were incomparable compared to his love for you.

His internal debate was even throwing him off game, just a second ago he’d set a ball up which plummeted straight down onto his head.

Suna snickered, having been watching the setter for the past couple of minutes, causing his other team mates to pick up on his jitteriness.

“Tsumu what’s yer problem.” Osamu commented, each week without fail his twin somehow managed to bring drama into practise.

“ ‘m fine, it’s just my- I got a call ‘n now ‘m worried.”

“Look,” Aran interrupted, “if it wasn’t bothering you, you wouldn’t even be thinking about leaving right now so just sort out whatever it is.”

“Yeah it’s fine,” Kita reassured, “you can make up the time next session.”

Atsumu pursed his lips, a sense of relief overcoming him as his friends correlated what he too was thinking. “Yer right boys! ‘M needed elsewhere, boyfriend duty calls. Don’t miss me too much!” He yelled running out of the gym.

“Don’t worry, we won’t.” Osamu assured.

The sound of foot steps backtracking towards the gym was evident, “no one asked ya!” Tsumu retorted, childishly sticking his tongue out, blowing a raspberry before sprinting off.

The faux blonde had ran as fast as he could, managing to get to your dormitory in little under 5 minutes.

“I ran as fast as I could ta get here baby, what’s the matter, where are yer, is-”

He paused mid-sentence, hearing you calling out to him.

“Tsumu? Are you home?”

“Yeah babe, everythin’ alright?”

“No! I’m in the bathroom and-” you let out a shriek, “please come!”

Even before you’d ask he’d ran straight to your voice. He braced himself for what he’d find once he reached you.

He looked around the bathroom hurriedly, “what! Who is it? Are ya okay?” His eyes laid on your form, pressed up in the corner wall of the bathtub.

“It’s there!” You pointed near the doorway.

His eyes followed your finger, landing on the biggest spider he’d ever seen in his life.

Atsumu shrieked, jumping on top of the bathtub with you.

You looked at him, distressed, “Babe! You promised you’d get rid of them, you’re the lesser scared of us.”

He shook his head vehemently in denail, “there’s no way ‘m dealin’ with that monstrosity. The small ones, fine, I can tell that one wants ta eat me.”

“Tsumu!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Why no- oh my gosh it’s coming closer!” You said hugging yourself closer to Atsumu.

If this were any other situation, for example a beach date, he’d be enjoying himself. But it wasn’t, and he was scared out of his mind.

“How are you six foot and scared of spiders!” You whisper shouted, fearing the beast would detect your fear.

“Oh c’mon! Ain’t yer afraid of the other mother and she’s not even real!” He reasoned.

“Hey!” You pouted, “ I told you that in confidence.”

“Sorry baby, yer right.” He pecked you on the lips.

Unfortunately, that heart warming moment came to an end as the spider decided to move again. Contrary to last time, Atsumu shriek even louder than you -and higher too, as you jumped into his arms; using him as a human body shield.

“Oi. I know yer trick, yer not usin’ me as bait.”

“Oh I can see how highly you think of me.” You turned to him being serious, “C’mon we need to get out of here! I’m starving i’ve been here for an hour and I’m tired, do you have your phone on you?” You asked, rambling slightly due to your tiredness.

He patted his legs down, feeling for his phone. “Let’s call ‘samu.”

You nodded in agreement.

“What is it now.” Osamu asked, half of his face popping up on the screen.

“We’re in imminent danger.”

“Are yer now?” In the background you see Sunarin peaking over his shoulder, curious to see what was going on.

You took the phone out of ‘tsumu’s hands. “Samu help us, it’s becoming exasperating just being in here. Any longer and who knows what will happen.” You side-eyed Atsumu.

“Alright, only since I pity ya for having to be trapped with him.”

“Yer really in for it when ya get here!”

“Which will be never since ‘m not comin’ anymore.”

Atsumu chuckled awkwardly, “heh, ‘samu c’mon don’t be so petty.”

He stuck his tongue out just like Atsumu had earlier, then cut the call.

“Tsumu.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “it slipped out.”

Before you had the chance to rebuttal, you both noticed the spider had moved dangerously close to you. You’d estimate it was only 30 centimetres away.

In a means to protect himself, Atsumu jumped onto you like his natural instinct had told him to.

He’s seem to have forgotten that the two of you were balancing on a bathtub, consequently causing the two of you to topple over; you fell in first whilst he fell after.

“Atsumu!”

“ ‘m sorry!” He told you, pushing himself up.

That’s when he felt it, the sensation of numerous icky legs on his back. All Sunarin and Osamu could hear as they walked in to the dormitory was a mutuals scream of horror.

“TSUMU DON’T MOVE A MUSCLE!”

“BABY GET IT OFF ME!“

#haikyu x reader #atsumu drabble #atsumu fluff #atsumu hcs #atsumu x female reader #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq hcs #hq x you #i love atsumu honestly #hq fluff #crownprincegojo

[emmyrosee]

I bought a fragrance today, and my friends didn’t like it bc they’re no fun, so here have this self indulgent piece 💅🏼

——

He loves the way you smell.

In the most innocent way possible, the way you smell makes him weak in the knees and completely at bliss. You tease him that it’s easiest to know when you should ask him questions because of how pliant he becomes, dopey and happy as the invisible tail of his practically wags in the wind.

You just smell like… like home.

You smell like movie nights in on a Tuesday night, face masks smeared on your faces while cookies bake.

You smell like childhood, and the bakery on the corner that gave him free cookies as a kid.

You smell like a warm hug, one the snaps all the broken pieces together in a reminder of ‘I love you, we’ll get through this, I’m proud of you.’

When he comes home after a long day, his favorite thing to do is come find you. More often than not, you’re cooking dinner, or resting on the couch, and he smiles sleepily as he approaches you.

“Hey, my love,” you croon, opening an arm for him to burrow into; he slips in your arms and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, letting himself indulge in your familiar scent. He lets out an audible groan of approval when your nails scratch at his scalp, smiling into your skin as you giggle softly. “Rough day?”

“No, not really,” he murmurs easily, arm wrapping lowly around you and clearly making himself comfortable for the next few hours. “Just always love coming home to you.”

—

kita, atsumu, suna, ushijima midoriya, kirishima, kaminari

#honestly if you don’t like ‘love don’t be shy’ by Kilian #like I don’t trust you #what you don’t want to smell like Rihanna??? you liar?? #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader fluff #kita shinsuke imagine #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader fluff #atsumu miya imagine #suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader fluff #suna rintaro imagine #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader fluff #izuku midoriya imagine #kirishima eijiro #kirishima eijiro x reader fluff #kirishima eijiro imagine #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader fluff #denki kaminari imagine #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi imagine #ushijima wakatoshi x reader fluff

[doremiinas]

deflowering this account with one of my favourite drawings <3 a/b/o dynamics implied

#sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #haikyuu #my art #honestly I love how this turned out #i drew this back in august

[le-panda-chocovore]

Top 5 fav moments from Haikyuu and Assassination Classroom....

Haikyuu my beloved comfort anime <3

OYA OYA OYA - This scene has lived rent-free in my head since I saw that episode (I was like 13 or something and I STILL think daily about it). This isn't even a joke it is actually my favorite moment of the anime. I watched the season 2 at least five times exactly for this moment. Well, other reasons too, but mostly for this moment.

2. Bokuto's celebration - I actually do that IRL. Regularly. It's worrying. When I said I am Bokuto IRL I wasn't lying. I seriously love it when he does that. Sometimes I'm walking in my house and then I just "hey hEY HEEYYYYYY" out of nowhere. It scares people. (tbh since Bokuto is one of my favorite characters, every single one of his apparitions is my favorite moment lmaoooo)

3. Hinata intercepting the ball before Ushiwaka - That was AMAZING. The entire scene is just WOAH. Hinata's answer ?? Memorable. Ushijima's shocked face ?? Incredible. Kageyama smiling on the side ? PERFECT. I fucking love that interaction.

4. Most of Nishinoya's receives but mostly the one with his foot - That was very cool of him, the animation was wonderful. Besides that, there's also the match against Inarizaki, when he was afraid and his body didn't want to move because he wasn't used to that kind of opponent, and because overhand receives were his weakness. Asahi saying "I can spike on a bad receive" and Kinnoshita yelling at Noya to move forward... Amazing.

5. Tsukki blocking Ushiwaka's spike - It was so coooooool, but mostly, the thing I love the most about it is that it showed how much Tuskishima's mindset has evolved since he arrived at Karasuno. In the beginning, he wasn't interested at giving 100% of himself because "it's just a club activity" and after that he was genuinely frustrated because he only managed to block 1 time. He was so proud of himself !!!!! Look at him, my baby boy, he finally shows emotions !!!!!!!

Now I'm this close 🤏 to go rewatch Haikyuu AGAIN because you made me think about all of these.

#Haikyuu #top 5 #haikyuu!! #answering asks #anon ask #listing #the other scene I thought about were #the last point against Aoba Josai when Hinata's spike was blocked and Karasuno lost the match #it made me cry so hard but it was beautiful honestly #also #Atsumu having fun while testing the weird pass with his brother. And basically every scene where atsumu is smiling. #Also whenever Bokuto and Akaashi are gay for each other. #And Nishinoya yelling at Asahi “Don't you DARE give up on the shots I've worked so hard to receive!!” that was amazing #anyway I loved many things #It'd be better to say that my favorite part is the entire anime lmaooo

[karlyboyyy]

As I rewatch Haikyuu for the Nth time, I am once again reminded of how the English dub missed a huge opportunity when they didn’t cast voice actors with any sort of dialect or accent for the Inarizaki players. But more specifically, Miya Atsumu.

In the manga, Atsumu’s dialect is incredibly noticeable and the way he speaks is informal and rough around the edges.

But in the English dub of the anime, the way he speaks is just… boring. Dry. Bland. Like a slice of plain ol’ Wonder bread. 😔

Manga Atsumu: Well? How’d ya like spiking?

Anime Atsumu: So, how’d you like being a spiker?

Manga Kags: ! It was fun. The way you put the ball up is really easy to hit, Miya-san.

Anime Kags: I found it interesting. And the sets you gave me were really easy to work with as well.

Manga Atsumu: Ain’t they? Anybody who can’t hit my sets sucks. That’s all there is to it.

Anime Atsumu: Yeah I know, right? Anyone who can’t hit one of my sets is a real waste of space.

If he were a spice, he’d be flour… 😒

Manga Atsumu: Y’know, Tobio-kun. Don’tcha think yer more cut out to play wing spiker than setter?

Anime Atsumu: But anyway, I wanted to ask you. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be a spiker?

Manga Kags: Why do you think that?

Anime Kags: Why would you ask that?

Manga Atsumu: Cuz you’ve always got your face screwed up in this ‘I’m thinkin’ reeeal hard” look when yer setting… But you looked like you were havin’ a blast when you were playin’ on the left side.

Anime Atsumu: You’ve had this real tense look on your face every time you’ve made a set. But then, it went away while you were playing on the wing.

Where’s the silliness? Huh? Where’s my goofy guy at?? 😤

Like seriously, they couldn’t find a voice actor with a little southern twang in their speech? Or one who could at least fake it?? Or at least someone who would put a little more emotion into my boy Atsumu???

I hate to say it, but they made him sound like just another generic background character. Which is such a damn shame.

#it’s the same with the rest of that team honestly #Osamu’s VA isn’t terrible I guess… but then again he’s not as outspoken as Atsumu so it’s not as noticeable #and none of y’all better come at me with ‘just watch the sub instead!’ #because my answer is ✨No✨ #I love love love the English dub of the first three seasons #so that’s what I’m used to #and honestly it’s funnier in English #Karly rewatches #haikyuu!! #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu!! manga

[alicemitch09writes]

growing pains (three little foxes universe)

when you’re the youngest, sometimes it was easy to get away with anything. yes, almost anything. well, mostly.

then again, being the youngest gave kaoru a lot of leeway to do whatever. it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong, they’re all just things he pleases.

however, time and time again, he would get reprimanded if what he asked for was too much. more often than not, the person who’d reprimand him was his big sister - (y/n).

his mother was too gentle. his uncle was too carefree. and his other older sister - mika, believed in the philosophy of letting kids enjoy their youth.

but not his big sister (y/n).

nope.

she was not only the strictest person in their family, she was the strictest person IN HIS LIFE.

she may be five years older than him, but her strictness could be unfair sometimes. he was lucky to get away with most of the stuff in his life, if he were to meet her conditions.

it annoys him sometimes that she treats him like a child, as though he couldn’t handle whatever. each and every time he sees an opportunity, she was there to block him.

“nee-san, you’re so annoying!” he tells her, because she was holding his hand as they were crossing the street. age: 6.

“ah, no nee-san, i want to do it!” he calls after her, because he wanted to cut the vegetables for dinner. but she told him off and he never did. age: 8

“nee-san, stop it!” he screeches, face read, because she was cleaning his face IN FRONT OF HIS ONII-SANS! age: 12

“what would you know about love, nee-san? you’ve never even had a boyfriend! let alone, someone who likes you! knowing how boring, plain, and robotic you are, it’s no wonder nobody wants to date you!” he yelled at her, red in the face. age: 13.

for each time she blocks him, she receives his irate, rash words. yet, she remains firm on her ground, letting him say his piece until he’s wrung dry. afterwards, she’d ask him if he was done, then he’d stomp off angrily.

“kaoru, can you please call your sister and tell her it’s dinner time?”

“okay mom!”

climbing up the stairs, he heads straight for the door across his. just as he was about to knock though, he hears sniffles. immediately, his hands freeze inches away from the door.

he hears it again - the sniffles, but this time there was a thud.

kaoru found himself frozen in place, not knowing exactly what to do. his first instinct was to rush to his mom and uncle, to tell them about it. but he can’t. his feet were glued to the ground, body unable to do anything at the sound of sniffles.

and then came a sob.

he jolted on the spot at the sound of it - a sound that quickly muffled, as though the person didn’t want her sobs to be heard.

but kaoru heard it.

a heartbreaking sob followed by light thuds. although muffled, he was sure to make out a scream being held in by sheer force.

with mika away, the only person who was left, who was on the other side of the door, was big sister (y/n).

not wanting to stay any longer, he rushes down to tell his mother that his sister was busy studying, clasping his shaking hands behind his back.

during dinner, as he listens to the adults converse about trivial things, his gaze falls on the empty seat next to his uncle.

a moment later, his big sister appears at the dinner table - expression indifferent, per usual. as though she didn’t have a breakdown earlier. like kaoru wasn’t there to hear it.

-

big sister (y/n) was a lot of things.

she was, and he reiterates, the strictest person he’s ever met. heck, she’s stricter than his own teachers!

she was also ridiculously smart - always managing to get amazing scores for as long as he can remembers, coming home with papers with O marks, being in an honor’s class, or even having teachers mention her to him at times. she offered to tutor him, mika, the miya twins, or anyone who asked for free!

he’s heard it a lot, but she was super reliable. may it be house work, school work, or club work, she was ready to give a hand. whenever her uncle needed help, she was the first to volunteer. without being asked, she would cook breakfast and dinner. most of the time, she prepares lunches for him and mika, too!

despite how intimidating she looks, she was so incredibly gentle. proof of this was how she easily cares for their family. sure, he had both his uncle and mother, but she just as easily takes them into account and complies with chores.

sometimes, he even forgets that mika was actually the oldest sibling and not her!

for all her amazing feats, kaoru can’t help but wonder just how much his big sister has done in her life for everyone around her.

there was one thing he hated about his sister, though.

she was secretive.

hiding in the face of indifference, never shall she disclose matters of the heart. or more like, she’ll give the bare minimum before shifting the subject off.

when the (l/n) siblings come to mind, it was very easy to start off with mika, the pretty, sociable, sweet girl-next-door. she was also a school heartthrob, a soccer player, and part of the student council.

kaoru, was the youngest. the only boy who loves soccer, a gentleman, sort of naive, and funny boy-next-door.

and then there was (y/n). the smart one.

that was it.

he didn’t mind at first, being a naive little boy.

however, when his friends came over and big sister (y/n) just happened to pass by, the conversation went:

“akio, you like kaoru’s nee-san!?”

“e-eh-!!!!”

kaoru blinked. “huh, really.”

“you don’t mind, kaoru!?”

“...um, it’s just nee-san.”

“nah, if you were to choose, i’d rather you chose kaoru’s nee-chan!”

“yeah! she’s pretty!”

“right? right?”

“compared to his nee-san, well...no offense, kaoru, but she’s just...okay.”

as he returned to the game, the young boy was unaware of his nose scrunching at his friends’ remark.

similar conversations followed through the years, kaoru never once thinking about it much until he considered the details of them, realizing just how overlooked big sister (y/n) was.

yet his big sister would always have this look of complete indifference on her face.

not once has she ever spoken about it, neither has she spoken about what people think about her. however, she knows. she knows a lot of things, just that she never chooses to talk about it.

she’s known for a while.

he never realized just how much words can actually impact someone, never realized as well just how much his big sister endured.

truth be told, he had to admire just how patient she was. reckless words - mostly innocent, were thrown her way almost on a daily spanning for years. at some point in his life, the words people were saying to his sister started to get to him.

with the patience of a saint, kaoru really had to wonder...especially when it came to him.

looking back, was he really that much of a brat growing up? just how much of a burden was he to his big sister (y/n)?

to him, his big sister (y/n) was practically invincible - she was smart, ruthless, intimidating, yet at the same time kind, responsible, reliable, and considerate.

one time, when he broke the neighbor’s claypot because he was practicing his soccer moves, instead of him doing the apologizing, it was his sister. she bowed to the neighbors and promised to replace it. a day later, she went off to tambe with her uncle and returned with the promised pot.

another time, he found some chocolate inside his bag. earlier that day, he had complained during breakfast that he was scared of his japanese and math exams. while his big sister gave him an indifferent look, because she was tutoring him for the past few days, the rest of his family were assuring him.

when he complained about calculator breaking, over a study session with his sister, she wordlessly gave him hers. she never asked for it back since.

over a heaping serving of chicken stir fry she had successfully made for the first time, everyone had a hearty meal - including him. the next day, when he opened his bentou, he found chicken stir fry.

without even having to say anything, his big sister definitely could tell what he wanted before he could say it himself.

even with the many times he’s annoyed her, the times he got mad at her nagging, or the accidental slip of his mouth, his big sister would always be there for him.

and yet, what has he ever done for her?

sure, he quickly picked himself to learn how to cook straight after she cut herself. each and every time she came home and over dinner, she’d give her honest feedback about how oily the serving was or it was too much that osamu would help her finish it. nevertheless, she would compliment his cooking. kaoru felt even more determined to cook.

there was also him working on his grades, just so his sister could have something less to worry about. seeing as she was a club manager, already, plus she was going to be a third year soon, he really needed to give her something less to worry about.

one time, he overheard her talking with both their uncle and mother, sharing how she really wanted to study outside the prefecture but was worried about leaving them behind. 

university was fast approaching. 

never had he thought of losing his sister that fast, after having her by their side for so long.

she loved the family, she really did.

but there was a bigger world out there, and family shouldn’t keep her from seeing it. those were his uncle’s words.

quietly, kaoru slipped back to his room and cried. then, he worked even harder with his academics and soccer. he didn’t want to disappoint or worry his big sister (y/n).

it’s funny, because big sister mika had been gone for a while now and despite the video calls, the fact that she wasn’t there didn’t really bother him.

his big sister (y/n) on the other hand? man, that would hurt so much.

now that he realizes it, maybe all he’s ever done was take his big sister (y/n) for granted.

after telling suna rintarou off about how he didn’t like her for his sister, something inside him told him that he was doing the right thing. he was protecting her is all! and yet, when big brother reiki had to talk to him, gently telling him off about the way he talked to his big sister’s first boyfriend, there was guilt.

in kaoru’s defense, of his two sisters, big sister (y/n) was probably the hardest for people to love and the most sensitive to it. nobody could ever understand her, could ever deserve his big sister. nobody but big brother atsumu, who was her best friend.

reiki’s words woke him from his overprotectiveness, however, putting it into words that: “you’re clearly underestimating your own sister if you think like that. you’re potentially saying you don’t trust her own judgement to choose who she believes is right for her. sure, you’re looking out for her, but you also have to trust her, kaoru.”

and that got him.

finally doing the one thing he owes his big sister, which was protecting her heart, yet doing it selfishly in the process.

the next time his sister and her boyfriend came to hyogo, kaoru was beside himself the whole time as he wanted to apologize to him. big brother osamu told him that the two were recovering from a fight, something kaoru felt was partly his fault, making things even worst for him.

reiki’s words rang in his head over and over, big sister mika’s, too, after hearing from reiki what happened.

honestly, he felt like the shittiest brother in the world for what happened.

after seeing how happy his big sister truly was next to suna, how relaxed she was the whole time, and how big and bright she smiled - something he hasn’t seen in a long while, something that she has long been deserved, how could he not feel so shitty?

“kaoru?”

he looked up, meeting the same shade of (e/c).

“a-ah, nee-san?”

“are you alright?”

no. but he didn’t want to tell her that, ashamed at his own guilt. so instead, he lowers his head.

he hears her sigh, followed by an arm snaking around his frame for a side hug. he was so tall now, even taller than his big sister, but this hug made him feel...small.

“you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“...it...” he breaks into a sigh, leaning against her. “...it just feels like i owe you an apology.”

“an apology?”

he nods. “one long overdue.”

her eyes widen, her hold tightening.

“i...” he swallows thickly. “i’ve been a terrible brother to you, nee-san. you’ve done so much for us, given us so much, too, yet ask so little in return. but mostly importantly,” he swallows again, feeling and hearing his beating heart. “i...i...”

as though reading his thoughts, she leaned against him, feeling the material of his sweater press against her cheek. “i forgive you, kaoru.”

his eyes shoot wide open. “but nee-san-”

“shh, you don’t have to say anymore. nee-san will always forgive you.”

“b-but,” he stammers. “i’ve said horrible things to suna-san! i basically drove him to nearly breaking up with you! i would’ve robbed you of your one happiness you so utterly deserve! h-how-”

“and did you feel bad about yourself?”

“what?”

she turns her head, (e/c) meeting his very own. “have you thought over your actions?”

“wha- i- yes?”

“and did you talk with rin, already?”

“o-of course! b-but i wanted to talk to you, first!”

“then you’re forgiven.”

“nee-san!”

suddenly, he feels like he was 6 again, frustrated as the light before them flashed green, a striped crosswalk before them.

she shakes, a rare mischievous look on her face. “now you know what it’s like to be at the receiving end of annoyance. kaoru, you’ve suffered enough already. and you were looking out for me. thank you for that. but please, trust me with this, okay?”

he could see his stoic big sister holding out her hand, patiently, staring down at his stubborn, puffy face.

even now, his big sister (y/n) hasn’t changed one bit.

“...okay, nee-san. i’ll talk to suna-san after this, i promise you that.” he adds the last part instantly, causing his sister’s eyes to shine.

“that means a lot to me, kaoru. thank you.”

little him takes his big sister’s hand and together, they cross.

-

“where’s your dad?” a friend once asked him.

for as long as he can remember, kaoru has never once asked nor considered asking that question. he shrugs as a response, much to the confusion of his other friends.

“so...you’ve never met him?”

“i was a baby when he and my mom separated,” he reasons, twirling the bottle in handle.

one of them hisses, face apologetic. “sorry, man.”

“it’s fine.” truly it was. he takes a careful sip.

“oh, right, you have your uncle, right?”

“yeah.”

“and you’re okay with not knowing your dad, like ever?” as soon as the question was asked, someone next to him smacks them. probably to tell them off, the question veering towards insensitive.

realizing this, his friend was just about to take it back, only to stop at kaoru’s smile.

“no need,” shoulders slacking, he leans back against the sand, eyes to the stars. “like you said, i have my uncle. also...” a smile splits his face. “i have my big sister (y/n).”

#alicemitch09 writes #lol #just an excuse to write on kaoru #or an excuse to write a brother i was mine was #im honestly very tired with how my younger brother seems to not care that he's beenusing me this whole time and i let him bc brothers #that #or im just an easy person for my brother #i don't even think he respects me #i honestly felt like crying thinking about this and writing it up #three little foxes #(un)loving miya atsumu deleted scene #or side-story

[sashimiyas]

So. I've never done this before. But. I'm leaving an ask since, for some reason, tumblr's being all wonky and not letting me reblog it. The Burden of Being was SO GOOD. It hurt me so much. When I saw it being posted, I immediately started to read it (even though I was in the middle of my sister's piano practice).

Even though I had to read the whole of it with inconsistent breaks in between, there was a heavy feeling that still lingered within me each time. I'M REPEATING MYSELF, BUT AGAIN, IT HURT SO GOOD. Atsumu's relationship with Osamu as well as the reader's was so heartbreaking. Akaashi's friendship with the reader as well as the rest of the Hyogo ward had me in a chokehold and the way Osamu left such a heavy presence in every character's lives had me metaphorically dry heaving as I threw myself into the abyss. NOT TO MENTION ATSUMU. Admittedly, a small part of me wanted to sock him in the gut. But everything that was happening was just so much that I couldn't even try to be truly angry at him in the fic. When him and the reader eventually reconciled, I was relieved.

YOU ARE SO AMAZING FOR DELIVERING THIS TO THE WORLD AND I LOVE READING AMAZING FICS LIKE YOURS

i was reading this not long after you sent it to me when i was finally have the drinks i felt like i so well deserved but everyone was waiting on me to take a shot. my husband even had to ask what i was doing bc i couldn't stop but hide my smile behind my hands and i told him i was reading your nice message about my writing. he was like, "already?!" and idk, how quickly you read it as well was just as touching. (sorry for responding now. i got way too drunk and refuse to drink gin ever again but anyways!)

thank you for appreciating akaashi! he is an unsung hero of this story and ive grown very fond of him and how put together he seems despite being very not. put together at all.

#reina.receives #also thank you for giving atsumu a little grace. #he does deserve a sock in the gut! but also... he did what he did out of love so.... #love knows no casualties #but honestly. i adore you. thank you thank you. i cannot say it enough.

[waka-chan-out]

Meg, i have a question! what is your dream match from Haikyuu that you wish you got to see? who do you think would've won?

for me it would've been Shiratorizawa vs. Inarizahki because i want their cheer squads to try to out-do each other 😈🤩

OH CUTE. honestly i’d love to see seijoh v. inarizaki just for the atsumu v. oikawa drama. shit would have been a joy. i love the idea of the cheer squads. oikawa would make so many snide comments about it and it would be hilarious. and as far as winning goes even though seijoh is strong and oikawa is one of the best players out there inarizaki has it. aran and the miya combo would knock them on their asses. i think it’d be pretty close for a while, though.

yes i’m finally finishing this ask game ya girl has been busy

#honestly would write a whole fic just about this match because the drama is unreal #because i LOVE the oikawa/atsumu drama. i love thinking about it. shit makes me so happy. #meg’s thoughts

[cyatzura]

i like to think that sakusa is popular in universe in the same way that he's popular irl i.e. disproportional like he's mackenyu in that opla cast pr video where mackenyu just doesn't say anything for the whole video but almost every top comment is about him being so funny and in-character for not saying anything. atsumu hates it.

#my personal in universe popularity head canons go like: bokuto (national treasure) > atsumu / kageyama (“hot guys” even though tobio never #had a good photoshoot. tobio girlies fighting for their life to make edits) > hinata (it's hinata) #anyway i love sakusa but it's so funny that he's popular #haikyuu #also did i say this before? i honestly don't know what thoughts i post what i put in drafts and delete and what i just let simmer #in my brain for ages

[quimichi]

NSFW - MDI

He's obsessed with your voice. He loves the way you whimper and just struggle your words out. He loves to to tease, he LIVES to tease you. He's so mean whe he asks what you want, just so he can deny it and command you to beg for it.

He's buried deep inside of you, barely able to hold himself up, panting heavily. He looks down at the pretty face you're making and he can't help but think that the only thing that would make it better is the sound of your beautiful voice.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he breathes in your ear, dropping his head down to your neck. He stopped moving. His hot breath hitting your heated skin. "I asked you somethin'~" he hums leaning back down to press kiss over your shoulder. You can practically feel his smirk in his voice.

"Please-" is all you're able to stutter out at first and it makes him grin onto your skin as he lifts his head to shake it at you. "Naw, I couldn't quite hear you princess,.. you should use bigger words for your needs?" there's this pout on his face, he's mocking you. Out of desperation you kiss him, in hopes that he could possibly forget about your loss of words.

He indulges you for a few seconds before pulling away and raising his eyebrow at you. That's when you realise he's serious; he really won't move an inch until you tell him exactly what you want. "Please-, just.. fuck me" you whine, you know it won't be enough for him but you hope it is because if he doesn't move in the next thirty seconds you feel you might combust. You honestly don't know what will combust, but something is definitely blowing up and its also gonna be you.

"Good start, baby, but it's not enough" he chuckles at your responding whine and buries his head into you neck chuckling. Although this is more than entertaining, he also has to hide the fact this is just as agonizing for him like it is for you. "How do you want it, hm? Tell me how you want me to fuck you." "Please, just fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me dumb. Fuck me so hard you break me, the bed or the wall. I don't care just please fuck me" you desperately shout out in embarrassment.

He lets out an elated laugh, this is exactly what he wants to hear. He leans in to kiss you and ends up muffling the happy whine you let out when he finally starts moving. But quickly you feel dizzy, you're beyond coherent words at this point. You can't even think straight. He feels so good inside you that you almost go crazy. You instinctively grab at his skin, raking your nails over his shoulder blades. He loves being able to get you like this, he loves listen to you break like this. You and the pretty noises you make are all his to enjoy....

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Atsumu, Suna, Tendou, Terushima (haikyuu)

Kaeya, Al-Haitham, Ayato, Itto, Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Dottore, Pantalone (genshin)

Geto, Nanami, Gojo, Toji (JJK)

Hisoka, Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks (HxH)

Rafayel (love and deepspace)

Leona, Lilia, Jade, Floyd, Ace, Trey (twst wonderland)

#x female reader #x fem!reader #genshin x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #haikyuu x reader #jjk x reader #love and deepspace x reader #hxh x reader #kaeya x reader #alhambra #ayato x reader #itto x reader #scaramouche x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #ace trapolla x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #toji x reader #rafayel x reader #kageyama x reader #matsukawa x reader #tsukishima x reader #kuroo x reader #wriothesley x reader

[215-luv]

“OH GOD, IT’S NOT FAIR OF HIM TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS MUCH!” (HQ BOYS)

ATSUMU: says things out of nowhere that it makes you feel butterflies. it’s so sudden that it hits you like a tidal wave that knocks the air out of you. the two of you could be laughing at some random thing and suddenly, he opens his mouth to mention something, “your smile.” he says, almost out of nowhere, eyes looking at you with so much fondness that you refuse to believe that someone could ever look at you that way. “my smile? what’s wrong with it, tsum?” you question, and he chuckles, “oh, there’s nothing wrong with it.” a goofy smile plants itself over his face, “it’s just.. it’s so pretty. i want to see it more.” he says, resting his forehead over yours. “wanna be the person who makes you do all that—smile and laugh. you’re so beautiful.”

AKAASHI: “you were saying?” he questions as he’s scribbling over his notebook, studying for a test he’ll take the next day. the question almost surprises you. “i was saying..?” you ask, eyes on him as he looks busy enough writing over his notebook rather than listening to your nonstop blabbering. “yeah? you were talking about the book you just finished reading.” he says, and you sat there surprised, silenced and unable to fully process what you just heard. “well?” he ushers you to speak, the tone of his voice coming out as if he wants to hear more from you. and you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “you.. you were listening?” you respond with a timid voice. your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, dropping down his pen to look at you with interest in his eyes. “of course i do. i’m always listening to you, honey.”

KUROO: you weren’t sure what just happened, but all you could process was the fact that you’re suddenly lifted by the strong arms of your boyfriend as you walked through the hallway of the campus. it was supposed to be a normal day. you sighed, trying to ignore the stares of the students around you (and yaku, literally staring at the both of you in disgust). “tetsu, what are you doing? what’s all this? what’s happening?” you throw your boyfriend a wave of questions, unable to get a glimpse of the motive behind his actions. the deep chuckles from him reaches your ears, and you almost had to be grateful for being carried bridal style so as to not feel your knees weakening from the sound he just made. “am i not allowed to care for the love of my life?” he says, almost as if it’s an obvious fact. you roll your eyes, not convinced. you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it—“you mentioned you walked home yesterday, right? you know, it’s pretty convenient to take the bus sometime. your house is pretty far from here. your feet must have been aching. let me take care of you, alright?”

OIKAWA: “delivery for the most beautiful person in the world!” he knocks on your classroom door, catching the attention of your classmates. you mildly panic, a rush of embarrassment flowing over you as you’re greeted with teasing smiles and chuckles. you see, tooru always had the tendency to do these things. and it honestly surprises you ‘till this day. he makes you feel so openly loved that it scares you it might disappear someday. your heart beats at a fast pace as your boyfriend nears you, eyes never leaving your figure as the corners of his lips are raised upwards. he places a bouquet of flowers on your desk, along with your favorite food on a plastic bag, and you almost choke a cry. “what’s all this?” you question, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he chuckles, “is there anything wrong with a boy simply wanting to show his love to his favorite person in the world?” his hand reaches to cup itself against your cheek, his warmth cascading over you. “let me show you what you deserve. i’m right here.”

USHIJIMA: you let out a sharp breath as you’re suddenly being pulled to collide against a strong chest which happens to be your boyfriend. you’re about to ask what just happened when he speaks first, “be careful. you were about to hit a lamp post.” your eyes widens, looking to the side to notice that you were, indeed, about to bump against one. guilt quickly begins to rush over you. “o-oh.. i’m sorry, i get really clumsy and bad at these things—“ you try to explain yourself apologetically, but your boyfriend cuts you off before you could finish your statement, “please don’t apologize. these are simply trivial matters.” he tells you. it’s only ‘till then you notice his arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner while he keeps you steady. “matters like these are the reason why i’m here. let me be the one to keep you out of danger.”

KITA: “this one’s wrong. you messed up the formula halfway, that’s why the rest of the equation is wrong.” your boyfriend explains to you as he compares his math homework with yours. you couldn’t help but chuckle in embarrassment, inwardly beating yourself up for being dumb infront of him. you scratch the back of your head, “s-sorry, i could really get confused over these things.” you apologize, and your boyfriend could only nod in understanding. “in this number too, you got the formula wrong. you’re supposed to use this.” he then adds, pointing to a certain number on your paper. you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “r-right.. i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better.” you reply apologetically. but your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed by shinsuke. his eyes worriedly looks at your figure as he quickly slides an arm around your waist, “hey, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” you could feel his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt as a way to assure you. “you’re doing amazing, believe me. just let me know if you’re confused anywhere. i can always help you. you’re okay.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #akaashi x reader #atsumu x reader #akaashi fluff #atsumu fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kita x reader #kita fluff

[tvhsleb3ww]

SKINCARE ROUTINE - MIYA ATSUMU

swearing, flirting, pda, husband! tsumu, pure fluff honestly

"ouch! yer bein' too rough on me!"

atsumu groaned in pure agony as you pulled the blackhead remover on his nose. you scoffed before rolling your eyes at him.

"i'm being gentle! you're the one who's being dramatic here"

his lips curl into a pout as his hand that rested on your waist squeezed your flesh. his hair is combed to the back with a fox headband and his face is all glossy from the skincare products.

"this dramatic man yer sayin' is yer hubby. spare some love for me"

he huffs as he leans down so that you can apply the clay mask on his face. as stubborn as he is, he'd still listen and oblige to you. you're the only one he'll listen to aside his ma. never osamu though.

it was a Friday night and it was time for your weekly skincare routine where you do your usual skincare but just add a little more steps such as exfoliating and clay masks! and what better way to spend it if it wasn't with your husband?

atsumu had just returned from multiple oversea games due to the volleyball season. he's finally taking a break and spending all his holiday time with his lovely wife that can actually be real mean to him sometimes.

"there you go. now, we just let it rest for 20 minutes"

his pout grows at your words. what the hell is he supposed to do for 20 minutes with a mask on his face? although, he must admit that the skincare is lovely and rejuvenating. especially when you apply it to him. he loves to feel your soft hands caressing him.

"hmm, i wanna feel your soft hands on me, baby"

he whispered as he leaned down to press a brief kiss on your lips. his hand moving to the side of your face so he can kiss you. you happily smile against his lips before pushing him away gently.

"your lip scrub is still intact, tsum"

he scoffs and takes your hand that was on his chest to his shoulder.

"fuck some lip scrub. yer lips are my lip scrub"

you laughed as he leaned in again to press his lips against yours. you happily kissed him back and after some time, you pulled away to catch your breath.

both of you stayed there just smiling and enjoying each other's presence. his hands squeeze your waist as he pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips. you snickered as you feel his lips all over your face.

"ya know a missed you like hell, right?"

he asked in a teasing manner as he pokes your waist, making you jolt because it tickles. you playfully smacked his shoulder, making him laugh.

"i missed you too, tsum. i'm just happy you're doing skincare with me"

"ya crazy? i'd ditch disneyland for ya!"

he exclaims and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, making you tickle. you giggled as your arm wrap around his neck.

"tsum stop it! your clay mask hasn't dried yet!"

he laughs as he place wet kisses on your neck and exposed shoulder due to your loose shirt (his shirt). he makes overexaggerated kissing noises just to annoy you. you laugh and playfully smacked his back.

"you're so annoying, tsum!"

he smirks at that before continuing to press kisses on your collarbone.

"yknow i got an idea on how we should spend the night"

"shoot"

"oh baby, ya know what it is"

he says with a playful wink.

#atsumu x you #atsumu x reader #msby atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #atsumu fluff

[omitea]

𝐇𝐐! 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

. ft. haikyuu! male characters

. content. nothing but fluff, timeskip

. note. sinnie makes a post like this again? shocking i know.

☆— 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓

if there’s one thing that you absolutely love, it’s him sneaking his cold hand under the hem of your shirt. you noticed the little figures he draws on your stomach with the tip of his fingers and you can’t help but smile as his hand goes limp after a minute or so. placing your hand on his, you too finally drift off to sleep.

| SUNA, oikawa, sakusa, TSUKISHIMA, osamu, akaashi |

☆— 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒

sleeping between your thighs is his favorite position to sleep in. no one can convince him otherwise. the possibility of having your thighs around his waist and him laying on your chest— what else could he wish for. if you’re not generous enough to scratch his scalp, he will squeeze your thighs for you to start doing so.

| matsukawa, KUROO, osamu, ATSUMU, bokuto, aran, SUNA, hanamaki, IWAIZUMI, oikawa |

☆— 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓

laying on his chest is like sleeping on a cloud-like pillow. his hand placed on the small of your back, squeezing your hips once in a while as you squirm against him. he finds it cute honestly. he can’t get enough of your sleeping face. eyes puffy and lips plump as he slightly bends over to place a soft kiss on your head.

| USHIJIMA, aran, iwaizumi, daichi, OSAMU, KITA, aone |

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

#—sinnie posts ♡ #☆ —hq! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #suna x reader #oikawa x reader #sakusa x reader #tsukishima x reader #osamu x reader #akaashi x reader #matsukawa x reader #kuroo x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #aran x reader #hanamaki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #ushijima x reader #daichi x reader #kita x reader #aone x reader

[kaiijo]

NICKNAMES — MIYA ATSUMU

pairing: miya atsumu x gn! reader content: timeskip! atsumu, fluff, suggestive

atsumu’s always liked nicknames, ever since he was little. it’s evident in his calls for “‘samu” and “omi omi” and “bokkun.” he’s never once called suna by either his first or last name; it’s always been sunarin.

atsumu can’t remember the last time he called you by your actual government name. it’s always baby, sweetheart, babe. you always grin at him when he does, pecking his lips and wrapping your arms around him.

but you still call him atsumu. not love or honey or baby, not even ‘tsumu. it makes him huff and pout and he’s honestly on the verge of a tantrum when he thinks about it. he uses every pet name under the sun for you and yet, to you, he’s just plain old atsumu.

the two of you are sitting on your couch, you cuddled under his arm, watching some show on netflix that neither of you are really paying attention to. your phone buzzes and you lift it, snickering at a message one of your high school friends sent you, and when you open up your messages with her, atsumu blanches at the contact name.

“baby!” he whines, making your head snap towards him. he detaches himself from you and crosses his arms.

you raise an eyebrow. “everything okay, atsumu?”

he only frowns further and points accusingly at your phone. “so, ya can call yer friend ‘goddess shimizu’ but ya can’t even bother callin’ me ‘babe’?”

you blink owlishly at him. “what are you talking about?” you set your phone on the sidetable and fully turn your body to atsumu, who’s sinking further into the couch cushions.

“why do you call me atsumu?”

“because that’s your name?”

“no!” he says, “i mean… why don’t ya call me anythin’ else? like any nicknames? ya don’t even call me ‘tsumu and literally everyone does unless they’re mad at me.”

you sigh heavily, “you’re not serious.”

“it just… i—”

your face softens as atsumu struggles to find the right words, and you place a tender hand on his knee. “atsumu,” you say gently and he glances at you. “i use your name because i like your name. it’s you. it’s yours.” your hand moves under his chin and you tilt his head. “you’re atsumu. you’re my atsumu.”

the possessive tinge to your voice sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. “yeah?” he says, mouth stretching into a dazed smirk. “i’m yours, huh?”

you reply, “yep, all mine.” you cup his face with one hand, stroking his jaw with your thumb. “as long as you want to be.”

“think yer stuck with me for a while.”

you chuckle, “i think i can live with that.”

atsumu pulls you to straddle his lap, running his hands up and down your thighs. your own hands settle on his shoulders as he asks, “can ya do me a favor, though?”

“sure, what is it?”

he blushes a little and says, “call me somethin’ cute once in a while.”

“hmm, like this?” you hum, leaning forward, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “baby.”

atsumu feels his brain turn mushy as you dip your head, pressing a slow kiss to the skin of his neck just below his ear. “love,” you drawl out again and the mindless chatter of whatever show you two were watching fades into static. atsumu’s stops rubbing your thighs, gripping them tight instead.

“sweethe—” your purr is swallowed by atsumu’s mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, salacious and solicitous. your fingers card through his hair and you grasp a few strands, tugging and relishing in atsumu’s moan.

seems like you’ll be calling him a lot more than atsumu from now on.

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ kaiijo writes

[sluttsumu]

DOUBLE TROUBLE

.ೃ࿐ feat. atsumu + osamu miya

in which: the twins have a little bet, and you’re their next target. who can make you cum the most on halloween night without anyone knowing, keep quiet virgin or you’ll get caught.

warning: 18+, college!au, fratboy!inarizaki, oblivious!reader, non+ dubcon/peer pressure, threesome, corruptive thoughts, misogyny (?), manipulation, drugs (molly), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected, petname: angel, oral (f!receiving + m!receiving), virginity loss, exhibitionism + voyeurism, implied orgy (with suna), sunaosa TEASE, they’re sleazy hoes. wc: 2k

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: this is fic was supposed to kickstart my kinktober series. i hope you love this as much as i do because i had the best time writing it! in my mind it’s still october 😭 divider: @cafekitsune

two devils, one angel, and fate. being a virgin sacrifice wasn’t necessarily on your halloween bucket list for this year.

— ♡︎ —

“can’t think of anyone to bring ‘samu ?” atsumu piqued, osamu is supposed to be the smart one.

the infamous twins had been thinking for some time on who to invite to their annual halloween party.

there were plenty of guests, but they needed someone special for the night.

atsumu’s fucked half of the bimbos from his fan club, meanwhile osamu was never satisfied with any of his groupies.

“well,” he starts. “i have an idea.” the light bulb in his head flickered before finally going off when he thought of the perfect girl. the dainty little college freshman whom he sees walking around campus all dolled up.

“who’s that girl that we always see with sunarin?” he ponders, in attempt to remember your name. atsumu’s eyes lit up when he realized. he knew exactly who his brother was talking about.

osamu really was a genius.

“y/n..” his tone was unsure, but curious nonetheless. osamu shot a finger gun “bingo.” indicating that his atsumu was right on the money. they paused, staring at one another as if they were reading each others minds. twin telepathy surely was a blessing. if they were both thinking correctly it seems like they’ve got a target.

*incoming facetime from; suna rintaro*

“yes suna?” you answer holding the phone above your face. “what’re you doing tomorrow?” the abrupt question never threw you off anymore, it was common for suna taking you on all kinda of spontaneous adventures on and off campus.

“ ‘m not doing anything, gonna watch horror movies and eat candy.” suna eyed you feigning disgust, what lame plans. “absolutely not..” he scoffs, “the twins invited you to their party tomorrow and you’re going.” the miya twins were mutual friends and have been known to throw some awesome ragers from time to time, how could you decline such an offer?

“i don’t have a costume???” honestly you were trying to find any excuse possible to lessen your chances of coming home wasted on halloween night. but suna had a solution to everything, even this. “wear white, i’ll sort out the rest.” he hung up after the condescending message, leaving you to piece together his surprise.

white, the colour of purity and innocence. nothing is innocent about a college party, especially because,

halloween was the one night a year a girl could dress like a total slut, and no one could say anything about it.

a firm knock was set on your dorm room door. “let’s go” his eyes fixated as you opened the door. suna mildly regrets not taking up the twins’ offer to join them on their escapade tonight, especially with the way that dress hugs your body. he quickly releases himself from the dirty thoughts.

“okay, what’s my costume? you said wear white.” suna’s hand rises from his side revealing a halo. makes sense why he told you to wear white now. it wasn’t until you took in his costume that really made you understand his choice.

he’s dressed in a red button up, except the buttons weren’t being used at all. the devil horns stuck in his hair confirmed the unoriginal costume idea. a few days back he mentioned matching costumes with the rest of his fraternity, and if you had to see the rest of them like this, than you were sure that attending this party was worth it.

the house was loud, as much as it was crowded, suna’s hand around your wrist is the only thing preventing you from getting caught in the ocean of people.

“sunarin! we’re over here.” pi kappa alpha (ΠΚΑ) was one of seven frats at your university, and was definitely the hottest. pretty, rich boys with the world at their disposal. everyone knew this but that never stopped girls from clinging onto them, after all osamu’s arms and atsumu’s abs— focus!

“ah, you made it.” osamu exclaimed opening his arms for a particularly tight hug. you hugged all of them, each cologne scent different from the last. “mind if we steal rin for a minute? won’t be long, promise.” atsumu’s tone of voice couldn’t have been more condescending, talking to you so sweet and saccharin. you nodded, shooting the quintet a small smile, before going to find a drink.

“an angel, cute.” atsumu watched your back was you walked away into a crowd of people. all that clouded his thoughts were all the things he wanted to do to you throughout the night. “get yer head intha game. what are the rules?” osamu chuckled, it was no doubt that he was having the same thoughts as his brother. that’s for sure.

“ ‘ts 10:30, whoever can make her cum the most before midnight first wins. unless you fuck her that is.. she’s a virgin so if you manage to to take her virginity you automatically win. get caught and you have to restart.” the night is young and the rules were set, but there was one question unanswered, whats the prize for a game such as this?

money of course. sex and money have been interchangeable for as long as mankind can remember, no difference here. a thousand dollars put up by each member, totalling to five thousand. winner takes all, loser gets nothing. may the best twin win.

atsumu wasted no time following you to the kitchen hearing the laughs from his friends behind. unfortunate for him bokuto caught your attention a little too quickly. he watched the two of you laugh and introduce yourselves to one another. it wouldn’t go on for much longer, not if atsumu could help it.

“bo-kun! do me a favor would’ya?” he said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “get some more ice for the cooler, ‘ts intha basement.”

in boy world, this was a territorial interaction meaning; get the fuck out of here.

meanwhile in girl world, you didn’t think anything of it.

bokuto cheerfully agreed uttering “nice meeting you!” before sliding past the crowd of people to go fetch that ice.

“cute costume miya.” you look up to see him above your shoulder. he unhooks his arm from your side, leaning up against the counter. “not too bad yourself. you look,” he pauses for a mere few seconds. thoughts of you and how innocent you look plagued his mind, costume doesn’t help either. something in him was excited to taint that, you’d look so much prettier with your makeup smudged and begging him to make you cum, he thought.

“pretty,” he smiled, eyes shifting around your lips, and neck then back to your eyes. “you look really fucking pretty.”

“nights still young, you like games?” you tilted your head at the question. a suspicious question but how could anyone say no to him. “dependsss..” you drag out the word, tone laced with hesitation. this was all one big game, that you unfortunately didn’t know you were apart of, throwing another in the mix couldn’t hurt.

“how do ya feel about suck and blow?”

—♡︎—

suna forcefully offered up kita’s amex for the game, safe to say that he’s not happy about it.

the game rules were simple; suck and blow, on a card that is. pass the card mouth to mouth without dropping it. drop it and make out with the next person in front of everyone and spend an additional 10 minutes in an enclosed space. sounds easy right? it wasn’t a pi kappa alpha party without this tradition, they have a separate room dedicated for games such as these.

you watched intensely as the card made its rounds over and over you successfully received and passed it on. you were also standing between atsumu and bokuto, yikes! the card was making its way back around and like before it was just a matter of sucking and blowing, until you were locking lips with one of the hottest guys on campus. atsumu ‘dropped the card’ by accident, catalyzing the makeout sesh between the two of you.

it’s hot, it’s sloppy, it’s fucking miya atsumu.

you feel his smile on your lips as he slips his tongue in between yours, aiming for your bottom lip. the whooping, and whistling among the group was enough to encourage the egotism within you both to put on a nice show for everyone. your nails intertwining in his undercut, while his arms hug your waist.

“okay okay,” kita pushes, removing the two of you off of each other. “10 minutes, you know the drill.”

the frat brothers exchange a glance, one of many kita has shared with his little since atsumu started college.

the amount of girls that have survived that room, godspeed.

hearing the door close behind you was almost frightening, even after the spectacle you put on for everyone just now. it wasn’t until you took a few steps in you noticed this is a bedroom, not your average stuffy coat closet.

“suna teach you to kiss like that or what?” he teases, watching you stare at him in disbelief. “can’t believe he hasn’t fucked you yet.”

guess i’ll be the first, he thought.

suna? fucking you? confusion was an understatement really. unbeknownst to you they all thought you were sunas secret fuck buddy till he told them you were untouched.

atsumu almost forgot, and the realization ran through his blood with pure mischief. he was ready to get his hands on you and play with his toy of the night.

“let’s have some fun, yea?” he quips, walking towards you. “fun like what?” unintentionally you take a step back, the two of you flowing in a seamless b-line towards the bed as he goes forward and you go back.

“you’re a big girl right? in college now. ya know what big girls do?” his tone was informative signalling that there’s more to his mini monologue. “big college girls…kiss, and suck, and fuck boys.”

the smooth of your calves hit the sheets.

“a-atsumu i’m—” you’re a stuttering mess, and he finds it adorable.

“you’re what?” he mocks, lifting his voice up an octave to replicate you. it was only a matter of seconds before you were pushed onto the bed with his body caging yours beneath him.

it was all happening so fast, it’s not that you didn’t want to but this has never happened before. being stuck in a room with a guy especially an experienced one was never on you to-do list for today.

atsumu’s done this to many girls. he’s used to fucking bitches every week and you were no different. he never looses and he’s damn sure nothing will change that tonight.

“i’ve never done this before…” shame drowns your conscience as you confess what you thought was a secret. little did you know, he knew.

“s’okay,” his lips pecked against your jaw lightly, he could feel how tense you were but curious as well. “just wanna make you feel good, hmm?” you could feel atsumu’s hand creeping between your thighs though his eyes never leaving yours. this look on your face, the look of a virgin, never gets old for him.

the inquisitive look of “maybe it’s not so bad” staring back at him as he pulls your panties to the side running his fingers along your wet folds. you didn’t protest, or squirm, or defy, you just laid there beady eyes staring, legs spread for him awaiting his touch.

simultaneously, his fingers slide into you with ease while sharing a kiss to keep you quiet, earning a soft moan onto his lips. your body can’t help but concentrate at the foreign feeling of someone else other than yourself fingering you. “ahhh—! s-slow down ‘tsumu, too much!”

“no can do angel, got a lot ridin’ on ya.” completely dismissing your feelings, he continues to pump his fingers into your leaking cunt. “hurts..” you whine. “atsumu it hurts!”

“don’t lie ta me pretty, i can feel you clenching ‘round me.” your face flushed at his words, fluttering around his fingers. besides the slight discomfort it felt so fucking good, you really couldn’t get enough of it.

the humiliation you felt hearing the lewd squelching of his digits fingerfucking you was apparent. you watched in awe as he sped up, arm now jackhammering in and out of you at an ruthless pace. “fuckfuckfuck!” you cry, eyes brimming with tears.

atsumu traps your lips in a messy kiss, tasting a mixture alcohol on each others tongues. whines and whimpers escape fall from your lips onto his at the feeling of the coil in your stomach about to break. the euphoria that overcomes your body when your legs begin to tremble, thighs squeezing around his hand, your virgin cunny covers his fingers in sticky cum.

but his assault on your pussy doesn’t stop there, he’s still going; fucking you through your orgasm. “can’t stop there, you can give me another one baby, know you can.”

“no! c-can’t take it! i—” his hand quickly cups around your lips, muffling any sound that dares to come out of your mouth. time’s almost up and atsumu would throw more than a fit if he got caught and had to restart already.

he could feel it again, your pussy clenching around his fingers. atsumu continued at his gruelling pace, with a slick smile on his face. It was so cute seeing you like this, half an hour ago you walked into this party as an innocent little thing, and now he had you exactly where he wanted you — under him with his fingers buried inside of you, on your second orgasm.

“cumming… ‘m cumming—!” you mumble under the weight of his hand, eyes fluttering shut. “atta-fucking-girl angel.” your chest heaved and knees buckled while you creamed on the blondes fingers once more this time at full force, making you see stars before he pulled out of you.

“wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smiled sucking your slick off of his fingers. atsumu is now leading by two points and cocky was an understatement, he can feel himself growing hard watching your body go limp against the sheets. if he had the time, he’d take you right then and there but there was always an opportunity for that.

“make yourself decent before you come out.” was the last thing he said to you, chuckling while the door clicked shut behind him.

get yourself together! the sound of your own voice mentally cursing you was enough to spring you back to your feet, pulling your dress down, and fixing your hair. luckily for you, everyone continued their conversations, dancing, and games as you crept out the room exhaling heavily with relief.

a few eyes lingered, especially kita’s. he peered at you from afar, while atsumu whispered in his ear. he raised the red solo cup with an upward tilt of his head before smirking in your direction, taking a sip from the cup.

frat boys are just the equivalent to mean girls.

hell, it hasn’t even been five minutes and he’s already going around telling everyone. you couldn’t bare to see it really, causing you to relocate somewhere else in the house, the stairs.

you sat on the wooden steps, eyes glued onto your phone screen. the feeling of someone walking down was evident as the hardwood took a dip at the weight, it was osamu.

he pondered, swirling the liquid courage in his hand. how could he get you on his white linen sheets? he thought. osamu smirked at the idea that popped into his head soon after remembering the common denominator between his bed and that dress you’re wearing.

starring at your back from a few steps above, his eyes moveded to suna who was situated mere meters away from where you sat. he feigns tipping his cup, eyes pointing down to where you sat then back to the brunette.

it was genius, if he ruins that pretty little dress of yours you’ll have no choice but to take it off.

“do it.” suna mouthed covering his words with a cupped hand.

the weight of someone walking down the stairs returns after having paused, you didn’t think much of it until alcohol poured down your shoulder and into your bra from above you.

“sorry angel! that was my bad.” osamu quips, downing the rest of his cup.

“you’ve got to be kidding me..”

“relaaax,” he drawls before reassuring that “you can come change up here.”

—♡︎—

osamu scanned his closet looking for one of his old flings’ clothes murmuring, “no-no-no-too big-too small— damn i should call her..” as he looks through the assortment of clothing.

you waited on his bed partly disgusted at the fact that these clothes were equivalent to trophies.

“check that drawer ta’ your left for something.” he gestures a waving hand, pointing to the side table next to his bed.

the drawer was less then helpful, containing: condoms, an agent provocateur set (brand new, mind you), a bottle of dior sauvage, and a miniature plastic bag with two smiley face pills in it.

he has drugs just laying in his room?

“what’re these?” prodding at the drugs you ask, dangling the bag between delicate fingers.

he turns to face you, smirking when he sees what caught your curiosity. “a pretty girl named, molly.” osamu banged a girl with that name now that he thinks about it.

“you guys seriously take these?” eyes narrowing at the tiny pill analyzing it’s appearance, but wanting to know more at the same time. “are they fun?”

osamu closes the closet door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. his attention is focused elsewhere when you display genuine interest in the party drug.

“wanna find out?” he asks with the tilt of his head.

fuck around and find out was an understatement, getting fucked after finding out was more accurate really.

“fuuuuck ‘samu..” your manicure runs through silver hair, as he messily laps at your cunt.

every flick of his tongue making your knees buckle, the pleasure was overwhelming your lower half as he teased your clit with the tip his tongue.

you couldn’t get over how good it feels, what was the point of staying a virgin when there’s men who will pleasure you like the miya twins.

“pussy tastes s’good princess.” he mumbles onto you, sending vibrations up your spine, continuing to eat you like you’re his last meal.

he could feel now eager you were to get off, grinding yourself against his face in hopes to chase the orgasmic high that your body was so close to.

the loud noises of his mouth smothered against your pussy and broken whimpers fill up the room.

loud enough for suna to hear through the bedroom door he’s standing on the other side of. he could feel his erection growing, listening to his best friend taint his virgin girl bestie on the most sinister night of the year.

“righthererighthere! ‘m cumming— oh fuck!” the euphoric feelings of the drug in your system enhanced every last nerve running through your veins.

you’re loud, high pitched whines falling from your throat as you throw your head back, eyes shutting tight.

osamu’s face pushed into your cunt with force, nose nudging at your clit. little did the two of you know, the brunette purposely walked into the room with you on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm and osamu’s mouth quite busy.

“you cumming?” suna asks, gripping your face with slender fingers.

your eyes shoot open to see one of his hands planted on the back of osamu’s head pushing his mouth deeper into your pussy, the other holding your face, taunting from above.

“oh yea, you’re fucked.” he taunts, pushing your lips into a kissy face forcefully moving your head from side to side, observing your features.

suna’s done his fair share to know you weren’t all there, your dilated pupils, flushed face and very vulnerable state gave it away.

“don’t be shy, go on. might be ‘samu going to town on ya but your attentions on me, hmm?”

seeing you tweaked out on the verge of your third orgasm of the night really did it for him.

it was torture, watching and hearing the twins have their fun with you meanwhile he had to watch.

absolutely no fair. he’s the reason you even considered coming to the party at all it wouldn’t be all that bad if he used you as a reward for his efforts, now would it?

“rin!!” you whine, “get out! this is embarrassing!”

suna doesn’t bother listening to your protest. he’s already slid his shirt off, unbuckling his belt watching osamu make you cum.

“move it.” he chuckles, tugging at grey locks.

“hey, i had her first.” osamu scoffs at his friends audacity.

“technically atsumu had her first, but it’s my turn. so, are you gonna keep bitchin’ or get your dick sucked while i fuck her?”

the two boys spoke as of you weren’t even there, like you were just an object for them to play with. this wasn’t about the bet anymore. this was about you, and the fact that they’d never get the opportunity to see your tweaked out, legs spread, off molly ever again.

a once in a lifetime opportunity with you in a position to not protest.

suna’s shadow hovered over you, manipulating your body to fit both of them on osamu’s mattress.

hazy eyes stared into his green ones with incoherent mumbles falling from your lips. seeing you fucked out made him want it that much more.

“hang in there for us pretty.” his voice sounding so sincere, meanwhile rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit.

he pushes into you without warning, stretching your cunt around his girth.

“shit..” he hisses through his teeth. “definitely a virgin, fuck.”

“ah—!” your hand flies to his chest in attempt to get him to slow down. “s’too much..”

“none of that,” osamu coos, grabbing your wrist.

you didn’t even notice that he slid his boxers off, smearing precum on your lips like lipgloss.

“hey ‘samu where’s the—” atsumu says, swinging the door open to the lewdest live scene he’s ever seen. “holy hell.”

“are you gonna stare or join?”

sluttsumu 2023

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—HAIKYU!! various ; how deep is your love?

a/n ; [gn!reader] kinda fem implied in kawa's and kuroo's 😓 do yall like the new layout?? c: suggestive if you squint extremely hard in kuroo's .. i honestly dont know if im writing this timeskip or pre timeskip its 3am 😣

— characters : oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

part 2 ! ♡ akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

jade vine !

tooru oikawa ; SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, fana huez

has 'i love you' wars and he MUST win or he will tackle you (affectionate)

takes the BEST candid photos of you and puts so much love into the following insta post. has you as his wallpaper too (please match with him) (he'd also have a highlight just w pics of you😞)

please NEVER do that 'wipe their kiss off' trend because he will actually not talk to you for DAYS and gets all sulky until you apologize. (he will get all cocky all over again)

core memory from his teamates. bae was explaining to his teamates about new volley nerd talk blablabla and they notice his nails painted in a faint pink (for a fun date night, thinking no one will notice)

issei BURSTS out laughing and instantly points it out. now seijoh4 NEVER lets him live it down

always the first person to notice when you use a new shampoo or perfume.

cuddling, (you being the little spoon╰(*´︶`*)╯♡) you can feel his breath hitch when his lips reach your neck

before you could ask why he's stopped inching closer he's already manages to whisper out, "did you start using a new shampoo?" yes. yes you have

do his skincare with him please ! he loves it. he loves when he places you on the bathroom counter and you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves when you're so gentle with the toner, he loves when you graze your delicate fingers over his beautiful long lashes, he loves when you make sure you don't cut him when snipping the face mask so it fits a little more snug, EVERYTHING. (he is sunoo coded)

osamu miya ; good looking - suki waterhouse

loves your tummy SO much. doesn't care about shape or form, he just likes the feeling that you're being fed. squish. or pat. he loves it. have i mentioned he loves your tummy?

when his dad leave the twins at home its always osamu at the stove, please keep atsumu in a 5 mile radius AWAY from the kitchen

SPOON FEEDS YOU. please i need him. on days you're too tired to move a muscle, days where you're too sick to open your eyes, be prepared to feel his hand on the back of your head and one below your chin ready to feed you!! once you've sat yourself up he feeds you so gently... osamu miya i need you

when you're really tired from work, he will send meals to your workplace. if you work at home and sees you barely able to keep an eye open, you will see his hand under a spoon of your favourite meal. he's not the best with it, but he's trying 🥹 he means it with all his heart and hearing you say the food is really warm in your stomach, his heart feels warm too (о´∀`о)

my mans is SNATCHED. slide your hands around his waist, poke it a little do WHATEVER. your hands have probably been on his waist more than his hands on yours.

i think his core is pretty well built. have we seen it in the anime or manga? maybe. but from what i've seen, his physique is very 😳 (a tad bit better than his brother's i fear)

cooking together!!! different recipes each date, basking in each other's presence. its always so fun and the results are always almost flawless!

at one-point y'all were making cupcakes, it was literally osamu baking them and you decorated it.

AND OBVIOUSLY the basic, he would routinely give you handmade onigiri, in different shapes, flavours and whatever you like ✨

kei tsukishima ; the only exception - paramore

kinda scowls at you when you put your hands under his shirt but secretly really loves it so when you slither your hands away he instantly places your hands back and make sure your hands STAY there. bonus points if you have warm body temperature. he likes the feeling of your warm hands on his slightly colder body.

his wardrobe has drastically evolved from muted tones to slightly lighter and vibrant clothing ever since you insisted on getting matching stuff!!

WILL say he is not a jewellery person but collects, keeps and takes care of all the little trinkets you give him DAILY. he has a little sticker on the edge of one of his books and a little moon sticker on the end piece of his sports glasses

he also defineitely has really thick curly blond lashes. you say they are one of his charming points but he gets all flustered. when you insist to put clear mascara on them, he doesn't really look like he has a problem with it 🥹

what could his ahh possibly be listening to with those headphones on so often (real)

sends you playlists at an insane hour that go for insane amounts of time. but i KNOW his taste is immaculate. every song always gives you goosebumps or makes your heart tighten

please do a spotify blend with him (he was gonna ask you, but you beat him to it)(he was shy)

oh AND the shared playlists actually are insane!! so much good music all at once?? crazy yall 😭😭 (wave to earth, cody fry, the smiths, daniel caesar, rex orange county)

shoyo hinata ; intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

honestly, out of all these men HINATA SHOYO is the BEST candidate for taking care of a person except himself. has no limits in his stamina, and will only listen to you when you ask him maybe its time for a break. does he overwork? not necessarily. does he work too hard? yes, in a positive way. please remind him to eat because he will forget sometimes

he will NEVER admit he likes being the little spoon LMAO he finds being vunerable in your arms a tad bit silly, and it bugs him. after a long week of practice games and insisting kageyama and yachi to practice with him the instant he falls on the bed, he finds himself melting into your touch. your voice gets a little more buttery and he loves it, falling asleep instantly

hes probably a hard sleeper too 😭 he wont wake up till he feels your cold hands on his face or the sunbeams from the curtain literally bleed into the sheets and steal its colour

PLEASE STROKE HIS HAIR. he loves it. he absolutely loves it. again, melts into your touch like ice-cream. his heart will feel tight and he has a lil' blush 🥹 whats even more priceless is his lips slightly agape after hes fallen asleep... how can you NOT love this man

one of the only boys on this list who will LET you put little pink bows or style his hair in braids and clips. (if you're imagining timeskip hinata, you have attempted to put a little bow around his bicep but you underestimated its size and it BROKE. gosh what an experience)

DANCES WITH YOU EVERYWHERE!!! omg i love him so much. doesn't care if you have two left feet, he just loves the feeling in his heart when he sees your smile as he spins you around. in the rain, in big empty rooms, in the kitchen, anywhere.

loves the idea of promise rings or little trinkets that ensure he gets to have you forever!!

kiyoomi sakusa ; washing machine - VANISHING GIRL, rosemary fairweather

PLEASE braid this man's hair. 😞 he pretends to despise it and thinks you don't notice when he literally melts under your touch. he feels safe 'nd comfy and hopes it lasts forever, when your hand retracts he has a lil' pout

notices when you've been wearing your favourite hood for a couple days straight, has a little scowl under his mask and throws one of his jackets at you. he only gives you the wind-breakers that are 100% cotton or the ones he just knows you like.

he uses this as an excuse to share his clothes with you. its safe to assume its his love language under-cover!

HE IS SO ASS WITH PDA all you get is him giving you hand sanitizer before eating meals or snacks. its only you though, don't tell him that.

BUT sometimes when he feels like it, he will take your hand and put it HIS pocket so "your hands are always sheltered from germs" now what type of bs is THAT. (you love this bs)

can be snarky. sometimes he gets the slightest eenie meenie miniest bit cocky, and its very noticable. has the ability to be a little bit of a tease but not in a pestering way more like a little smartass way LMAO.

tetsuro kuroo ; never lose me - flo milli

always has his hand in the back pocket of your pants. that was it. thank you for coming to my ted talk. (to feel your butt? no idea.)

tutor sessions always unbearable. either you're too busy staring at his biceps, or you're sighing that he's made a little pop quiz for you!! tell him it sucks please

if he notices it gets a bit too much or overwhelming for you over the week or before study dates, insists to take you out instead (what a gentleman!! kuroo tetsuro come into my life)

extremely consistent with routine. good morning and good night text DAILY no matter how busy he is, he WILL find a way (i like to think its his way or the high way #kingofprovocation /hj). very good at getting the things he wants in a non-manipulative way but with simply logic and brains

yeah as captain hes no. #1 but he is also no. #1 waist CLUTCHER. his hands are always on you somehow even in the slightest way, but never pervy. he just likes having his hands on you! bonus points if you have hip dips, he loves it so much. he finds it as a perfect spot to place his hands on (btw ppl w hipdips yall are BEAUTIFUL!! 🥹)

i feel as he has a possessive side as well. small, but more noticable compared to someone else. will not hesitate to stare someone (or recite chemistry nerd stuff 🙁) down for looking at you a little too long :3

when he sees you post or sees himself in your instagram or tiktok dumps, his heart tightens a bit in the best way possible. when you mention him in the post he only reacts with a heart but he's actually going insane

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #oikawa x reader #osamu x reader #tsukishima x reader #hinata x reader #sakusa x reader #kuroo x reader