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drabble requests hmmmmmm........... if we talkin haikyuu atsumu bein super soft n cuddly and laying on his gf... u already know who this is

ayeeeeee yass bish i know who dis is

i kinda... changed ur request. soz bby!!! :))))

Your relationship with Atsumu Miya is completely physical. 

An unwritten agreement.

You help him destress after tough games, and he’s the guy you call on when your married-up friends wanna go on group dates with their spouses.

His phone calls are far more common that your own, to say the least. He’s lucky if you spring an event on him once every couple of months, but your phone buzzes at least twice a week. At least.

You do your best not to read too much into it.

You have to.

Tonight, however, was one of those very rare occasions; a friend’s wedding.

He’s a favourite among the girls, charming and witty with that drawl that makes them grin into their glasses of wine, send you those looks of both approval and jealousy. It doesn’t hurt that he’s gorgeous in a suit— out of it, too— and he knows how to dance; can lift you and spin you, and always takes the lead.

He’s hilarious during the Cha Cha Slide, too.

Half way through the reception he offers to call an uber. A big hand draws along your exposed shoulders, and he dips down to whisper in your ear.

“Your introvert batteries need chargin’, babe.”

Goosebumps colour your skin, but you try not to let him affect you as much as he does because it’s not real. And as soon as you leave the reception, he’s going home anyway. He always does.

Still, you head back to your place, but to your surprise, he gets out of the car, too.

“Hey, it’s my night, Miya.” You laugh, sending him half a glare. He meets your eyes and raises his brows, that lopsided grin spreading his lips as he shrugs.

“Can’t come up and watch a movie with my favourite girl?” He asks, draping his arm across your shoulders as you reach the steps to the apartment building. “No sex, I swear.”

You take a quick breath in through your teeth and slink out of his hold, suddenly standoffish. “Look, Miya, if you’re looking for someone to warm your bed, you should call someone else.” 

His grin slips from his face, brows furrowing. “Who else would I call? You’re my gal.” He says confidently, hands making home on his hips.

“I’m not your ‘gal’.” You sigh and drop your gaze to your feet, feeling a headache coming on.

You’re not. Not that you’ve actually spoken about it with him, but that wasn’t in the agreement at all.

“Hate to break it to ya, babe, but ya are.” He says, taking a step towards you, tilting your chin up with a single finger, making you meet his gaze. “The fact that ya think I’ve got other girls on speed dial is insulting though, I’ll give ya that.” He doesn’t look mad, a little impressed, if anything.

Like he knows. He knows all he has to do is ask you for something and you crinkle like a cheap suit.

“Right... Mr Pro Volleyball Player only gets his kicks from one mind-twenties office girl, sure.” You roll your eyes. But you do wanna invite him up. You do because you like him a lot, and you believe him when he pours his soul out to you. He’s never lied before.

“Hey now, you give me all the kicks I could ever ask for.” He says scoldingly, but there’s a smirk on his face. “And I ain’t even askin’ for that tonight; just a movie on the couch, some snuggles.”

That makes you chuckle. “Snuggles?”

“Yeah, I’m a snuggly guy.” He shrugs, pulling you against him, hands snaking from your hips to your lower back, his lips pressing against your forehead. “Besides, you can’t get rid’a me now, your friends like me too much.”

“Do they, though?” You ask sceptically, voice thick with sarcasm.

“Of course, I’m a perfect boyfriend.” He gloats, watching your face fall at the label.

Boyfriend?

“Atsumu-”

“What? Ya don’t want me? Mean.” He pouts, but he dips down to press a kiss to the side of your face, your hands trailing up his lapels to hold his shoulders.

“N-no, I mean- I don’t not want you, I just-”

“So it’s official then? I can finally tell my brother I made you fall for me?” His nose nudges yours enough for face to tilt upwards, for his lips to caress yours gently. 

“We can iron out the kinks upstairs.” You breathe against his mouth. “My feet are killing me.”

Without any warning, you’re picked up bridal style, a yelp falling from your lips. “Kinks? I promised no sex, baby, but I can be convinced.”

@gulfwanq :P

DOMESTIC DISPUTES — small, soft, and domestic quarrels they have with you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kuroo tetsuroū x reader, oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi haijme x reader, miya atsumu x reader (SEPARATELY)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fem!reader, children mentioned in both of atsumu's and kuroo's passages, fluff, domestic, time skip au, I studied how atsumu talks for like an hour and I think I failed the assignment anyways, chaos/crack, kinda got lazy at his part too, a little ooc iwaizumi, also I noticed that iwaizumi's part has a line that looks suggestive... It's not, but you guys can interpret it in any way you want idrc

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔,

Leaving out the most important factor; the kids.

You understood the situation. Since your labor began shortly after two in the morning, the ride to the hospital was rather quiet due to everyone's fatigue. It was just a touch too quiet, so quiet that you could hear the crunching cry of the tires passing over the pebbles.

Silence fills the two car seats behind you when you expected to hear tiny mumblings. You didn't understand that part.

"Tets, why is it so quiet?"

"Would you like some music playing for you?" he asks, casually turning the radio on without thinking too much about it. You grab his hand.

"No, Tetsuroū, why is it so quiet?"

He glances over at you with eyebrows dragged downward, trying to decipher what you meant. Seeing the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly studied it before returning to the road. A flinch follows, and he looks again, this time examining the back seats more carefully before fully pivoting his head towards them.

"...Fu— Shit," he blurts out.

"Tets, please don't tell me you forgot to get the kids. Tetsuroū?"

He doesn't answer. Unbelievable.

"Tetsuroū! Oh my g—"

"You said to not tell you so I wasn't!!"

"Oh my god, I'm in labor— don't turn around!!!" You screeched as he made an illegal U-turn, resulting in thousands of furious honks from motorists.

"Well, I— I can't just leave two toddlers alone by themselves!"

"Then just call bokuto or kenma!!"

"That's a fire hazard!!"

"TETSUROŪ!"

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔,

waking up.

In terms of getting out of bed, Oikawa is the absolute worst. In all honesty, why the hell does he have an alarm if he's just going to wake up late anyway?

A sharp six a.m. wake-up signalizes the beginning of your suffering. You groan and shake him awake with the squeal of his vibrating phone rapping on your wooden nightstand. You find it annoying to be forcibly awakened at six in the morning when today is your day off, but you can simply drift back to sleep when it's off.

Your voice was heavy with exhaustion as you pleaded with Toru to turn off his alarm. A minute passes before he lazily switches the alarm off and retreats to his dream world, mumbling something incoherent as he does so.

You only have five minutes of rest when the second alarm goes off. Apparently, he snoozed it and now you were getting pissed.

"Oh my god, Toru, turn off your fucking alarm, dude," you groused in anger, becoming hostile. Your shoving becomes gradually harsher the more you have to wake up on his account.

The pillow beneath his face swallows his voice as he grumbles, "Why can't you do it yourself?"

"For one thing, I don't want you to be late, and two, it shouldn't be my job!" You hissed, growing increasingly enraged as you had to speak over the music that you're pretty sure is slowly getting louder the more it's left on.

He peaks above the mountain of fluffiness to just roll his eyes at you (and god, you want to choke him) before swiping again and the ringer is no more.

As if to annoy you, he snarls, "Happy?" Before ducking his head back onto his pillow.

You huff. You're agitated, a little sweaty, and maybe not as sleepy as you were before, but you're satisfied that you got your way.

You lay back down and allow your head to hit the pillow. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, his ringer goes off. The rest of the night is a total blur.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄,

when it's time to leave.

"I'm leaving!" Iwaizumi yells out, sliding his feet into a pair of Park Avenue shoes.

"Wait, you forgot your tie!" you shout to him as you hurry to catch him before he opens the door.

His neck is fastened with a tie, which you adjusted so it was not uncomfortable. You'd choose a green one that would nicely collaborate with his eye pigment. After you finished, you inserted a silver clip that displayed a volleyball in front of it.

His plan for today was to attend a meeting rather than attend to injuries. Though it might not be one of your wifely duties when you married him, you always felt the need to make sure he looked more than presentable on these days.

As you tugged on his tie to meet his lips, you muttered a quick, "Have fun."

"Meetings aren't fun," he replies in between smooches. "I think we're going into decline."

Despite your attempt to pull back smoothly because you noted that this was taking a lifetime, he hauls you back in.

"Mhm, don't... say that," you paused because his lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than the rest before they began pecking you once again.

You tapped his cheek, "Haji, you need to go."

"Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" He says as he busses the corner of your lip.

"You said you were going in decline—" he pecks your cupid's bow, "—might make it easier for themselves... And fire you on the spot even if you're a minute late."

"Doesn't really matter to me, baby."

"Then how would you care for... You're housewife if you don't bring home the banknotes?"

"I can take care of you with just myself."

You giggled, "goodbye, Haji."

As he lets his lips rest on yours for a few more moments, he leads both of you (still connected) to the door where his hand scurries to find its knob deposited somewhere on the flat surface.

Once the door is opened, he attempts to remove himself from you. A final kiss is placed on your forehead before he locks the door behind him to keep you both from being contacted again.

It is possible to find Iwaizumi quite stern, reserved, and hard to look at sometimes, but you cherish those moments just as you cherish these, too.

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔,

who spoils the kids more?

Atsumu frowned when he noticed the opulent plate that he had prepared for you that night remain spotless. You weren't eating because you were distracted, but it isn't a phone that prevents you from enjoying the delicious meal, but the baby wiggling in you in your arms.

Atsumu grumbles, a pout idling below his bottom lip. "Babe, ya need to eat now or your dinner is going to go cold. Plus, I made yer favorite."

When you side-eye him, you say, "Well if you weren't so congenial to Aoi, we wouldn't have this problem. He's absolutely dependant on touch; if he's not held by somebody, he'll freak out— we can't even lay in our own bed by ourselves."

The pout on Atsumu's face worsened, "I didn't make him that way."

"Atsumu, when he first arrived, you did not put him down once. When I got you to finally do so, you were the one to throw a temper tantrum."

His sigh suggests he acknowledges the merit in every single point you made, but remains butthurt and doesn't make any attempt to admit as much.

The young boy is tugged from your arms and cradled in his.

"Give him to me and finish eatin'," he says, the dissent he expressed to your accusations slowly evaporating. Rolling your eyes, you squabble with him a bit more until the rumble in your stomach limits you from continuing and you turned to eat the delicious food plated in front of you.

"Mommy thinks I spoil you too much," Atsumu whispers, announcing it loudly to your ears, "think that it's wrong just to show how much I love you. I think she's just jealous."

He blows a raspberry on Aoi's cheek, delighting in his squeals of laughter. Then he mumbles something about a stinky diaper, and shortly after, you hear the wail of your child you assume had been put down to be changed.

PICK A CARD -—- In recent weeks, Atsumu has become quite interested in performing card tricks for his teammates as well as a couple of ladies. The only problem is, is that he never showed you these things, but little did you know he was just using them to courage himself to ask and impress you. Things don't go his way, though.

PAIRINGS. miya atsumu x fem!reader

WARNINGS. blushy/shy Atsumu, he's such a dork | fluff | just imagine Henmi as Kushida from Classroom of the Elite | the reader is kind of a brat LOL | the end is kinda rushed bc i wanted to finish this b4 4:00, I'll proof read later

During the past few weeks, Atsumu has been fascinated with cardistry.

Each week, he performs a new card trick for a group of popular girls gossiping in the hallway or another group in the cafeteria. The volleyball fangirls that crowd around him even come to his games with a deck of cards to see what he's capable of.

The only problem is, that he never shows it to you.

It's not his obligation to show you everything; you shouldn't feel entitled merely because he does... The fact that the ace of diamonds disappeared and reappeared behind your friend Henmi's ear, a girl who appears to be smitten with him, left you feeling jealous and unwelcome.

Henmi was the type of girl who made the boy's heads turn to watch her walk to class. She wore cute pink hair clips in her bob that bounced with every spring in her stride, and she was friendly with everyone.

To be fair, you've been asked out by a few guys and had a couple of friendships, but you know you could never get matched with her.

A shade of red spreads across Henmi's pale face as she blurts out, "I think Atsumu-Kun likes me."

It was lunchtime. There was a table outside, and you, Henmi, and two of her friends sat together for lunch. A sour taste replaces the taste of chocolate in the milk you were drinking. It permeates your mouth and stops you from sucking on the straw.

Your jealousy nearly erupted. You want to tell her that you saw him perform the same trick on another cute girl later that day. You want to break her heart, but you decide against it and chew on your straw instead.

But a girl from your table speaks your mind, "sorry Henmi-Chan, but I saw him do the trick to Hosoo yesterday. He's such a player."

Possibly she spoke up out of her own jealousy, hoping for the sake of her fantasies that Henmu wouldn't become a reality.

Despite this, Henmi denies it, defending Henmu by saying, "he was really close to me. Like I thought he was about to kiss me—"

"Ah, Y/N! That's where you are, I've been looking for you everywhere," Atsumu yells from the top of the staircase, hurrying down so he could meet you at the lunch table.

There is more confusion in the girls' eyes than in yours. Why was he looking for you specifically?

Atsumu sits on the bench by your side and slides only his right leg under the table so that he may face you. An old deck of cards is pulled from the tan pockets of his school's blazer. Blush tints his cheeks, and he looks down at the cards he shuffles as he asks you, "can I show you some of the card tricks I learned?"

By removing your left leg from beneath the table, you can also face him. A giddy smile spreads across your face as you say, "I'd love to see your tricks."

Atsumu smiles, "my first trick is the classic 'pick a card, any card' trick."

The cards are split into two decks, and he hands you one to shuffle. You return them to him after you're done.

You and the girl's lunch trays and lunch boxes are scooted to the side. This is so that he can spread your deck face up and his face down in two lines on the table. He then carefully scoots the cards together and then they're shuffled together again.

"Now I'll search for your card, which is really impressive as you haven't decided what card you want."

After spreading the shuffled cards in his hand, he instructs, "pick one. It doesn't matter if it's face up or face down."

You selected the face-up king of hearts and showed it to him. He then asks for the card to be pushed back face up or face down in the spread deck of cards. You chose to place it face down.

Once again, he shuffles them, "now, all cards are either up, or down." As he places them back down and backs up like they were liable to explode, he says, "if I leave them like that, all, except one, will move to face-up."

After a minute, he spreads them slowly across the table. Your mouth dropped when you discovered most of the cards that were originally facing downwards were now facing upwards. Most.

You could see the shock on his face when three remained faced downwards.

"Um, well, shit, um..." a blush from embarrassment spreads across his face as he tries to laugh it off. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

He picks up the first card that was faced down. It was the King of spades, not your card.

He picks up the second one. It was the ace of diamonds, also not your card.

A cold sweat runs down his cheek as he picks up the final one. It was the Ace of clubs. None of these were your cards.

"Fucking shit," he cursed under his breath. The three girls that remained at the table giggle at his error, adding to his embarrassment. "I-I have another, another trick. Can I show you?"

Laughing, you replied, "You may." He was cute.

He gathers all of the cards and gulps, "it's, um, it's called the card spring. Basically, it's where all the cards fall to my other hand. See— ah shit!"

A massive gust of wind sweeps the cards in mid-performance, just as they were about to land in Atsumu's right hand. All fifty-two cards in the deck spiral westward.

At that exact moment, you could hear Atsumu's heart drop to his ass. It sounded like an anvil being dropped from twenty-five feet in the air.

"Shit," he mutters. Just as he gets up to collect them, the bell rings. When the girls return to the building, they gossip about how funny Atsumu was as they collect their trash and belongings. Henmi says goodbye to Atsumu but it passes unnoticed by him.

You stayed to help Atsumu pick up all of his cards.

The color of red was now engulfing his entire head as he spotted you picking up the Queen of Spades. "Fuck, I'm so sorry— I-I was trying to impress you and I fucked up. All the practicing I had done on some girls came to shit."

Picking up a jack and a king, you giggled, "I think many of the girls think you are interested in them. Why did you do that?"

"I dunno, maybe because they share the same qualities as you."

"And what's that?"

"That they're a girl and you're a girl," he blushed as you laughed. "I thought they could give me the courage to perform on you and ask you out. Got nervous."

Then, with his luck, it begins to rain. It began to rain on a sunny day.

The cards begin to become damp as you hurried to pick them up. Suddenly, you come across the king of hearts.

He groans, "today wasn't supposed to turn out like this. 'M sorry."

You hand him the cards and go to pick up your tray and travel to the nearest trashcan to throw out your trash. Atsumu begins to do the walk of shame as he starts to walk back to class with his head down low and his hands in his pockets.

"I'll see you tomorrow Atsumu-Kun!" You say as you pass him, reaching the building first.

"Yeah," he sighs, bummed.

Atsumu kicks himself in his mind before letting out another curse as he shuffles his cards. He's about to throw them away before he notices a smudge of blue ink on his king of hearts. It was still readable.

It reads: I'm free tomorrow! Call me if you have any trouble, or any bad luck! with a heart at the end.

No match - Atsumu Miya

Atsumu is a simple man, even with a tunnel vision for volleyball, he did think about others. He thought about his twin when he saw an ugly character on the back of the comics you read. Atsumu thought of his mom when he saw you cook for him, thinking back to the time he brought you to meet his mom the first time on Christmas, a few years back. As soon as December rolled around, Atsumu would already be drooling for the cookies you and his mum baked on Christmas every year since.

He has always been big on Christmas, receiving gifts, food, cookies and throwing you in the picture, and it becomes even better than it has been. Now that Atsumu was older, one responsibility that he had as someone who earned his own money was buying gifts for his family and friends.

To say, Atsumu was good at thinking of gifts would be a lie. He was absolutely uncreative when it came to gifts, he would buy everyone the same gifts every year if it wasn’t for you. He loved every single minute of Christmas shopping with you.

The blurred golden glow from the lights that hung from the trees by the sidewalk, under the giant Christmas tree that stood tall in the center of the street, Atsumu couldn’t help his heart from swelling up in the happiness he felt in that single moment. He couldn’t have seen a sight prettier than you in the Christmas lights, soft white snow falling on your head while your cheeks and nose blushed red from the cold weather, laughter tipping from your lips. At that moment, he couldn’t hear anything but the giggle that left your lips and the jingle that the kids sang around him.

Pulling your beanie higher on your head, Atsumu crouched, pressing a kiss on your forehead fondly. The laugh that he started was from his suggestion to buy his twin brother an ugly sweater because;

“Samu, can suck it up and take it or leave it, I don’t care, I am gifting his ugly ass an ugly sweater to match ugliness, tho it won’t be any match for his level”

And so, began the search for an “ugly sweater to match samu’s level of ugliness” or so he thought.

“Pooh, look, we HAVE to buy this”

“‘Sumu, we were looking for a gift for samu, it’s already getting late, let’s speed this up”

“But–”

Atsumu knew exactly how to convince you to buy these couple sweaters. As you dragged him away from the rack which held the sweaters he wanted, Atsumu knew to have his eyes stuck on them, staring longingly with tears sitting on his waterline.

“Pooh, but what about us, we don’t wanna look ugly like samu” He forced you to look at his eyes glistening with tears.

“Just — yeah, whatever. We can get them” you said, rubbing your temples to express your annoyance even with the smile growing on your face as he grabbed your face, showering your cool skin with warm fleeting kisses to show his appreciation.

Atsumu was basically vibrating with happiness while he paid for his sweaters, hanging from your shoulder with his arms draped over your form that he was back hugging, insisting that he was doing his boyfriend duties of keeping you warm. Heading home with Atsumu still hanging from your shoulders was something. While you appreciated your boyfriend’s warmth, you would still prefer his boisterous laugh not being directed straight to your sensitive ears.

Being whipped for his girlfriend had its own disadvantages. The same night, he fell asleep in your arms, totally forgetting the gift he set out to buy for his brother. Waking the next morning as he gloated in love and the cold snow, it still had set in that was missing a gift for his brother and instead of reminding you the same when he did remember, he sneakingly wrote his name beside yours on the gift you had planned for his brother.

“Sumu, do you have all the gifts in the car?” you said, pulling over the sweater Sumu had bought from yesterday.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I counted them too, don’t worry” he said, tugging his sleeves impatiently.

“Pooh, let’s head over already, ‘wanna have your cookies” he continued while resting his chin on your shoulder, tired from all the late night packing.

“MA, ‘SUMU FORGET TO BUY ME A GIFT AND WROTE HIS NAME ON HIS GIRLFRIEND’S GIFT FOR ME”

“YOU UNGRATEFUL SCRUB, I DIDN’T FORGET, I JUST —- I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO BUY YOU ANYTHING AND ALSO WHATEVER MY GIRL BRINGS IS ALSO FROM ME”

“THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS AND IF SO THEN, FINE I’LL KEEP THE GIFT I BOUGHT YOU THEN”

“WHAT?? YOU DON’T GET TO DO THAT, BABE, say something”

“Good going ‘Samu” you said, fist bumping Samu while your boyfriend whined to his mom about his girlfriend being unfair.

“BTW, ‘Sumu You’re banned from Onigiri Miya for the next whole year” Samu said, draping an arm around your shoulder, directing you towards the kitchen.

“YAH, ‘SAMU THAT’S MY GIRL” He said, stomping his steps, smiling softly at the view of you in the kitchen with his mum and brother, icing on your fingers as you offered him some.

Atsumu was a simple man, he thought as he licked the icing off your finger, his mood immediately brighter. His Christmas never ran smoothly, but with you here in the lights always shone brighter, the laughter louder and the days lasted longer. He was glad he could shop for Christmas with someone, although in the end he always ends up buying things for himself, and you, buy gifts for him to give. Samu was lucky he received the gift you bought for him instead of an ugly gift like himself because surely there was no match for “Samu’s ugliness”.

Taming the fox

a/n: self projecting? I think yes 🤩 (listen I dont kin atsumu but i kin him so hard) anyway, this is a lil drabble to show some love at the blond twin

(also this is a repost but,,, the tags didn't work so yup)

Warnings and honorable mentions: dives into anxiety, sadness, inferiority complex and stuff, gn reader, mostly Atsumu based anyway, genre is fluff i think, wc < 1000 (this is meant as a lil drabble I wrote in one sitting, didn't think much on it so lets be nice, yeah?)

Atsumu isn't perfect. He knows this, and even if he hadn't, he has heard it many times, too.

But he works hard to fix it, and that's all that matters, at least it is for you. And ever since Atsumu met you, that's enough for him. It's such a weird feeling, especially for someone as greedy as him, Atsumu feels like it's enough, and the person providing this is... one person?

He is greedy, he admits. Atsumu wants more, more and more from life, and nothing seems to, seemed to, make him feel fulfilled.

But here you are, you have him between your arms, fingers combing through his golden locks. Your eyes are closed as you calm him, suppressing the shake of his shoulders with your own body.

People often can't believe you are dating, that you are in love. You are such opposing characters that it shocks people to see you talking, even.

They are partly right, too. You and Atsumu are polar opposites. He's a fox, a wild one at that, too, and most people know foxes can't be tamed. Not if they don't want to. But ever since meeting you, Atsumu finds, he wants to be tamed, he wants to fit you, to make you happy. If having to change his nature is what it takes, Atsumu is ready to take that challenge.

It's ironic, unbelievable how you don't want him to change, though.

He would have laughed if anyone told him maybe months ago he would feel this way. He's had some relationships in the past, none that lasted, none that mattered. He fooled around, broke hearts, got his heart broken once or twice. But he couldn't settle for the life of him, didn't value anything, anyone, but himself.

People always approached him in hopes of fixing him, some with wanting to pride themselves on how they tamed the infamous wild fox, and some were curious as to see if they were capable enough.

Atsumu hated, despised how people thought of him as a challenge and nothing more, and he set his mind to change not one thing about himself as a result. This seemed to do more harm than good.

People got frustrated, mad at him for being who he was- they got harder, bolder, brutal at the ways they approached him.

Atsumu can't count all the times he heard the words I hate you in relationships. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." Atsumu heard all that and more one too many times. It never helped the cause, either, since the more those words got spat in his face, the more he closed himself to change.

With the constant nitpicking on his behavior, his character- Atsumu felt he offended people just by existing. It's such a heavy burden to carry, and even though involuntarily, Atsumu was showing he couldn't take it, too.

You could still remember your first days as a manager in Inarizaki, how different Atsumu was when he first met you. He seemed so jittery, so angry, so anxious, and cocky (probably due to the feeling of inferiority) all the time. Having a twin didn't help, either.

You could still remember the chills that ran through your body as you witnessed him serve on a match for the first time.

The warm brown eyes of his you adore so much looked so cold, almost muddy. You remembered feeling scared, not for yourself, but him. He reminded you of a wounded animal.

It took time, so much time, and too much patience to pull him out of that haze. A wounded animal, especially one that was hurt by people, can't trust people back easily. But somehow, you pulled it off. Somehow, you knew that all he needed was compassion, understanding, acceptance.

Atsumu isn't perfect. He knows he still has a lot to work on, to fix about himself. He still feels scared, scared of hearing those three words from your lips, scared that

you will leave him, scared he's not good enough, he never will be.

But isn't that why he's now between your arms, surrounded by your embrace, crying?

He knows he has too much to fix, but you taught him he can take his time with it. Baby steps are still small steps to achieving it.

People think foxes can't be tamed, and they're right about it being hard, but you're the first to notice, that all it takes is just a little compassion.

[7:06]

the sizzling sound of food drowned atsumu's soft humming. the apron that said 'kiss the cook' was no longer its original blue color. red oil stains, black dots of soy sauce and many more mysterious stains were littered across the front.

atsumu gave one last stir to the food and turned off the stove. he turned to look at you, a proud grin on his face. "it's done."

"god, i hope it doesn't kill me," you chuckled. atsumu poured the food into two bowls and walked over to where you were seated on the dining table. "ya will be lickin' your fingers for days after ya finish this," he huffed.

you looked at the plate filled with noodles in front of you. "you made... noodles?"

atsumu had already dug into his bowl. with his mouth stuffed full with food he said, "yesh. but i added exshtra ingredients."

you raised your eyebrows. the noodles looked good and the smell was heavenly. picking up your chopsticks, you ate the small piece of broccoli covered in spices. your taste buds were hit with a wave of different flavors. the broccoli was juicy and had soaked up the spices well. you looked up at atsumu and met his expectant eyes.

you took a few more bites before saying anything. the noodles were perfectly cooked and the broth was savory. overall, the food was delicious. you put your chopsticks down and drank some water.

"atsumu," you said. he leaned in closer and waited for you to speak. "has anyone ever told you you cook good?"

you didn't miss the way the corners of his mouth twitched up. "no."

you nodded. after a moment of silence you said, "then why do you keep cooking?"

atsumu's face went from confusion to realization to horror. he opened his mouth but made no attempts to speak. horrified at your words he looked down at the food, up at you and then back down. after seconds that felt like hours he spoke. "but the food—is it that gross—i like it."

you burst out into laughter which only made your boyfriend more confused. you laughed and laughed till you couldn't breathe. atsumu's face was so precious.

"oh my god, 'tsumu!" you tried to control your laughter. "i was just joking. this–" you pointed to the noodles"–is the best food i have ever had." which was true. atsumu was a really good cook.

atsumu frowned. "wait, so ya were joking?"

"yes!" you still hadn't stopped laughing and atsumu's face was not helping.

"babe, ya gave me heart attack. why'd ya have to prank me?" despite his words, atsumu was grinning.

"your face was so precious. i should've taken a picture."

"shut up!"

giggles filled the kitchen as the two of you had dinner. later, atsumu got his sweet revenge by tickling you till you were begging him to stop. it was followed by atsumu complaining that three days' worth of workout had gone down the drain because of the calorie rich food he had cooked.

Work by: @smolbean12

[22:18] waking up with miya atsumu

warnings none just icky fluff

other timestamps

it was around six forty nine am on a monday when you awoke, which was surprising, because you always woke up later than atsumu. the sun was especially blinding today and you had no choice but to open your eyes.

what a bother. now you couldn't go back to sleep. no matter how many times you tried to toss and turn to find the right position to fall back asleep in, your lethargy never found its way back.

beside you, was your husband, atsumu miya. sleeping soundly- okay that's a lie, he sleeps like a log and snores like a bear. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, and he buried his face in your stomach as you sat up.

shifting yourself back down to his level, you stared at his drowsy expression as drool began to drip down the side of his lip. chuckling, you wiped it away before placing a kiss onto his head. and another. and then another one. and another one after that.

"babe, yer killin' me with these kisses. its so early why are you awake?" he finally wakes up and rubs his eyes, staring up at your bewildered expression as you were caught in the act of kissing his face in his sleep.

"hmm i think the universe wanted me to wake you up this time, instead of that irritating alarm." giggling, you plant another kiss on the tip of his nose as he groans.

"what's wrong with my alarm?"

"what's wrong with me kissing my husband?" a short silence echoed in your bedroom, and atsumu rolls over on top of your body, and lays his head between your chest and huffs jokingly.

"i guess yer right. you should do it more so i wake up earlier." he rests his chin on your sternum and smiles mischievously, puckering his lips out towards you.

"and sacrifice my own sleep? i think not." you push him off before stretching your arms out, and getting out of your side of the bed to get ready for the day, only to be pulled back in by a pair of arms, positioning you in your previous place.

"then at least stay in bed with me for the whole mornin'." you stare up at him as he traps you between his arms beneath his body, with a cheeky smirk on his face.

grabbing his face, you kiss him lazily and smile, an indication that you were going to stay in bed for a few extra hours minutes. he responds and sits you up on his lap, returning your physical affection, before you pull away and grin at him. a short lived pause emits and the two of you stare earnestly at one another.

"wanna lay in my arms?"

"is that even a question?" you dove back in the sheets, and submerged yourself within the comforts of your husband's toned bicep, and embraced his waist with your arms as he tangles his legs with yours.

"i love mondays." he sighs.

"no you don't."

"yer right i don't. but i love mondays with you."

"that's so cheesy i don't want to cuddle anymore."

"wait come back i was jus' jokin' baby." he laughs, with the sound reverberating in the room, pulling you back in his arms again.

a/n: i am so sorry for the inactivity pls accept this as an apology i will try to be more active during the summer </3

Warnings: dry humping, post-timeskip Atsumu

Synopsis: you boldly take the initial stride, enlisting the help of Atsumu to satiate your desires 

Author: @doumadono

A/N: hi, folks, here we go again! This marks my second foray into the Kinktober '23 Collaboration, and guess what? It's my debut in the world of Haikyuu! Brace yourselves, 'cause I'm about to knock it out of the park – hope you're ready to enjoy the ride! 🙌😏 Today's prompt: dry humping

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You adored weekends. It was that special time of the week when Atsumu was mostly at home, except for the occasional matches or training sessions. During these weekends together, you both enjoyed indulging in various activities, not necessarily something overly engaging. Sometimes, it was as simple as a quiet book reading session. Atsumu with his favorite book and you with yours, cuddled together on the couch, sipping on warm beverages.

That day had begun innocently enough, both of you enjoying a rare lazy day at home, free from Atsumu's usual training commitments. As you lounged together, engrossed in your books, you nonchalantly threw your legs over his lap. 

Atsumu's hand found its place on your thigh, just above your knee, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your cotton leggings in a mesmerizing rhythm. While he continued to delve into the dense criminal book before him, you found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on your psychological thriller while you felt the warmth of his hand on you. Oh, your boyfriend had an effect on you, there was no doubt.

The decision to take your relationship slow had seemed logical at the time, but now, with the seemingly innocent touch sending electrifying sensations through your spine and directly to your core, you couldn't recall the rationale behind it. Yet, you started to realize that you yearned for Atsumu and his touch. The desperation had grown to the point where you were on the verge of breaking your own rules.

You resisted for a few minutes before impulsively taking the book from his hands. Straddling him, you cupped his handsome face with your palms, initiating a slow, deep kiss that ignited a passionate blaze between you. Atsumu's hands traveled to your hips, and his touch traced the length of your spine through the soft shirt you wore. The electric current that had begun with the touch of his thumb on your thigh now surged between you, filling the air with palpable desire as your kisses grew increasingly fervent.

His grip on your hips urging you both closer until you could practically feel the heat radiating from each other's centers made you gasp deeply. He moaned into the kiss and pulled your lip between his bottom teeth, sucking on it.

Gently tugging at the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, you exposed his throat and began a series of open-mouthed kisses along it, leaving a small mark where you could feel his pulse quickening. Your fingers moved stealthily, sliding up to pull his t-shirt up, allowing your hands to explore the soft skin of his torso. It was a mutual decision to shift positions during this intimate encounter, and as you gazed into his large, brown eyes, you couldn't help but grin. You adjusted your hips so that his crotch was nestled between your legs, and when you rolled your pelvis experimentally, both of you couldn't contain your moans.

Your breaths were becoming increasingly ragged, and you were acutely aware of his fascinated gaze as you moved together. "Oh, Atsumu, you’re so good to me, baby...."

Atsumu didn't stop you; in fact, he supported himself with one foot on the floor, giving you a more stable surface to grind against. Leaning in so close that his nose was buried in your hair and his lips brushed against your ear. He ran the ip of his tongue on his bottom lip, and  whispered, "Will you cum for me, Y/N?"

A needy whine escaped your lips, and you nodded vigorously, arching your body to press even closer to him, craving more of the delicious friction between your thighs. "Y-yeah, yes, I'll, oh God..."

Atsumu maintained his firm stance, propped up on his elbow while skillfully keeping your hands at bay. The tantalizing friction of his rock-hard cock against your clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, even through the thin layers of clothing that separated your bodies. Your impending climax simmered powerfully and achingly low between your thighs. Lost in the rhythm of your movements against him, it took you a moment to realize you had been moaning his name, desperately entreating him for release. "Oh, Atsumu, baby, yes, yes, you feel so good….”

His wicked chuckle, delivered right against your ear, caused your core to spasm and throb around emptiness, your orgasm tantalizingly close. "Oh, babygirl, holy hell, you’re hot.”

As you let out a soft, almost incoherent whimper, his fingers traced a tantalizing path along the curve of your hip, slipping into the dip at your waist and then up over your ribs to gently cup your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple through your shirt ever so delicately, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through you. He continued to caress the pebbled nub with a rhythmic motion, lifting his head from your neck to gaze at you intently. His lips brushed yours in a fleeting kiss, more like a whisper, as he murmured, "Cum for me, babygirl, I know you can."

In response, a moan escaped your lips, a sound that even to your own ears, sounded raw and desperate. You nodded fervently, your body writhing against his, your hands finding their way to his hair and face as he finally released them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Atsumu had leaned back slightly to observe your expressions, and the look of wonder in his eyes filled you with gratitude as your orgasm washed over you, forcing your eyes shut as you quivered against him.

He held you tenderly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, only shifting to cuddle you when your breathing steadied, and your eyes fluttered open. 

You could feel his presence against your pussy still but he was only half-hard now, the bulge in his sweatpants barely visible. "I love you, Atsumu," you whined, nuzzling him.

“And I love you too, my wild babygirl.”

Time skip characters!! NSFW/ bestf! To lovers, atsumu Miya x reader , pussy eating, pussy sniffing LMAO

I can just imagine your attempting to bake and it just keeps going wrong. You go to grab the salt for the bread recipe and it just slips out of your hand falling to the floor and spilling everywhere. Causing you to bend down kneeling sitting on your heels, your legs spread and all you here from in front of you is atsumu “Jesus is that your fucking pussy?” And you just go bright red as you look him the eyes, the fucking audacity on this man. “Excuse me?” You manage out looking at your 6’1 best friend.

“I can smell your pussy from over here” and your just denying it cause my god you’ve never been so embarrassed in your whole life. You and atsumu have been friends since you were kids, stuck to each other’s sides 24/7 your parents are so tired of all the trouble you two cause. You’ve had a crush on atsumu since you could remember getting your period for the first time. He’s never shown any signs that mirror yours, always flirting with girls at the party that HE dragged you to, saying ew anytime someone would ask if you guys where dating, bringing girls home to your shared apartment.

He was staring at you from across the room, now talking big steps crossing you’re spacious shared apartment. “It’s probably your horny man imagination, always thinking about sex “ you rolled your eyes picking up the remains of the salt and walking passed him to throw it in the trash.

“If I was that horny I’d already be fucking something y/n” your ears where burning this was not a usual topic for you two ,sure you’ve talked about his experiences with woman but never about yourself. “Can you just shut up and get out of my kitchen” you let out a frustrated sigh grabbing at his forearm to pull him out and away from you and your horrible baking skills. You hoped he wasn’t able to hear your heart beating in your goddamn throat from how nervous you were.

Then your seeing the room spin and then your pinned to the dining table. He holds you still with one hand pushed on your chest and the other spreading your legs. He brings his face down directly in front of your pussy closes his eyes and smells. “That’s your fucking pussy y/n” he growls flicking his eyes back up to yours and if you were blushing before you probably look like your about to explode and fuck Jesus you hope he can’t smell the slick that’s now coaxing your bottom folds, you scurry to push his head away and your breathings gone shagged

“tsumu, your being so werid get off” even with all your thrashing it’s not enough to throw the pro athlete off of you. He holds you still, holds eye contact and then he’s looking at your pussy again no shorts on just his oversized tea and your pink panties. “I can smell your arousal, and it’s making me fucking hard” he groans, pushing your shirt up with both his hands letting his grip on you go he grabs the bottom of your left thigh lifting it up to spread you better and you let a whimper slip when he blows on your clothed slit. “So fucking pretty for me gonna let your best fiend eat you out aren’t ya?” And then he’s kissing your thighs

“Always wanted to eat ya out baby, make you fucking mine, walking around with those emo boys when ya have all ya need right here” he kisses your clothed slit and your knees are giving out but your arms catch you “tsumu please, always wanted you ,make me yours ya?” Your hands are fisted in his dyed hair pushing him forward into your cunny and he’s letting out the prettiest groan

“You were always fucking mine princess, from the beginning ,You’ve been mine” he pulls your panties off “ think guys didn’t talk to ya cause you were ugly? Nah I told them not to touch you, or I’d kill them” he looks you dead in the eyes as he licks a strip up your pussy and you can’t even be upset with him because fuck you love him and fuck his tongue feels fucking good so all you manage out with your moans is a tiny “fuck you tsumu” and all he does is let out a deep chuckle as he eats your pussy.

“ oh ,you will tonight”

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NOT PROOF READ

MY SAFE SPACE

astumu miya x fem!reader

angst + comfort

just a lil wip :p

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

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

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

he froze and the world went quiet.

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

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

that was it. his last high school volleyball game.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

content in your warm embrace that could mend his soul.