#atsumu fem!reader | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

suplicyy · 5 months ago

Note

Hello!! Can you do tsukki, kuroo, akaashi, kenma, shirabu, suna, and atsumu with a fem reader gf who is an actor and she has to do kiss scenes sometimes and char gets jealous? Tyy!

Also ik this is a lot of characters so take your time :)

— Tags/Genre: Fluff | Fem!Reader | Timeskip

— Characters: Tsukishima, Kuroo, Kenma, Akaashi, Shirabu, Suna and Atsumu.

— Warnings: None!

╰┈➤ Tsukishima Kei

He's definitely one of the most rational on this list, and as much as he tries to look at this situation as normal, he can't help but feel his eyebrows furrow slightly at the idea.

Well, that's your job, and you're not going to stop loving him and he's not going to stop trusting you because of something that both actors are dealing with professionally.

But even if he doesn't show it (at least that's what he thinks), you know the man you have.

The eye roll when you mention what happened, the drumming of his fingers on the table, and also the short but dry answers he gives you.

He really doesn't want to act like this towards you, after all he loves you, but he really can't help but feel jealous.

And speaking of jealousy, he would NEVER declare it to you out loud, this man is is annoyingly proud until the end.

However, you know very well what he is feeling, since every time you mention the recordings of your current project, he always finds a reason to mock about your romantic partner in the series/film.💀

╰┈➤ Kuroo Tetsurou

Even though he is the more playful type with you, so to speak, he wouldn't mind too much if you had to do something like that.

All the moments you spent together, all the words of love exchanged, every gesture, every look, all of this is enough for Kuroo to know that you love him with all your heart, just as he also loves you very much. <3

So obviously he's going to make some sarcastic comments about how 'I'm definitely a better kisser than this guy' or something like that.

But he wouldn't be worried about things like "maybe she won't love me anymore", for him these are silly thoughts.

He trusts you completely, and knows that you always handle everything that happens on set in a professional manner.

I think you would be more worried about this kiss than Kuroo, so he's the one who has to assure you that he knows how much you love him!!

And even if he assures you that everything is fine, he won't refuse the many compensatory kisses you give to him...🤫

╰┈➤ Kenma Kozume

Kenma is really a calm guy, it's rare for him to lose his temper.

And even in a situation like that, I honestly see him continuing to be the same.😭

It's not that he doesn't mind you kissing another man, after all the first time you told him that, you saw his face contort into an irritated grimace.

But he knows it's just for the recording, so he'd just be a little jealous at first!!

I see him as someone who doesn't share much about his personal life as a streamer, but his subscribers definitely know that you are his girlfriend, after all you are a very famous person too.

So they wouldn't be surprised if, At the beginning of his live, out of nowhere, he announced a film that had just premiered just because you were in it.

"Well, the movie is already in theaters, so watch it! It's pretty cool... except for the kissing part..." he says pretending to be jealous, and then gives a small smile, while showing the movie poster in his hands to the camera.

╰┈➤ Akaashi Keiji

Definitely the calmest and most responsible on the list.😭

There's no way he would be jealous of you, because he knows you both love each other, he trusts you and knows he have nothing to worry about.

Just like Kuroo, you might be more worried about this situation than he is, thinking that it would upset him in some way.

And if you're nervous because it's your first time doing a movie scene like that, Akaashi would definitely calm you down and assure you that you'll do well in the filming!!

He sees how talented you are as an actress, and believes you are capable of completing any type of scene, even though they might make you a little worried.

But he will always be there to support you with whatever you need, comforting you with the sweetest words.

╰┈➤ Kenjiro Shirabu

He would be PISSED💀

I see him as someone who, when he's jealous or upset about something, can't hide it at all.

Whether it's his facial expressions, like a contortion of his face, and a slight pout appearing on his beautiful face... or in his own words.

"...Ew." That was the only comment he made when you showed him the photo of the person you were going to record with...

Even if he gets jealous about this whole situation, he would try not to think about it too much, otherwise he might just stay with a sullen face all day long.

But all you have to do is give him a few kisses and he'll melt right away and forget about it!!

If some of his friends (probably Goshiki and Tendou...😭) asked him if he was jealous of your kissing scene, teasing him, he would probably let another comment slip out.

"Why would I be jealous of someone who doesn't even know how to kiss well?"

╰┈➤ Suna Rintarou

When you talk to him about it, you can be sure that he would immediately pull out his cell phone to research the actor who will do the scene with you.

He didn't say this to you, but he did it in the hope of finding some controversy in which the person is involved, so he can show it to you...🧍‍♂️

Somehow, I see him as someone who is very much in the know about things that happen in the world of celebrities, the internet, etc.

So if he was a well-known actor, I think Suna would recognize him and other movies/series he was in and comment on it for you.

"He has the charisma equivalent to that of a door. Why did they put someone so boring in that role?"

I don't think he would be too jealous, but he is too clingy, so I think he would just cling to you all day while making fun of the situation.

╰┈➤ Atsumu Miya

If you told him that the world would be invaded by aliens and all of humanity would be exterminated, it would be less important for him than hearing that you were going to kiss someone other than him...

He acts in such a dramatic way, it's as if you're actually going to marry the person you're going to do the scene with.

"LET ME DO THE SCENE WITH YOU INSTEAD OF HIM!!" "Tsumu... you are not an actor..." "Huh, I guess now I'll have to give up my career as a volleyball player and become an actor..."

He's the kind of guy who when he's jealous, he crosses his arms while tapping his foot impatiently on the floor, rolling his eyes while huffing in annoyance, waiting for you to pay attention to him.

But despite that, of course he would watch your movie, after all, he wouldn't miss any work his beloved participated in!!

But when the kiss scene came on screen, he would do anything to grab the TV remote and skip that scene, swearing that this scene adds nothing to the film's purpose.😭

— A/N: I'm obsessed with Alien Stage and that's all I can think about...... You guys have no idea, this has completely changed my life (for the worse)😍🤩🥰🤩😍🤩😍

475 notes · View notes

wakatoshiiss · 13 days ago

Text

haikyuu boys when you're pregnant !

contains : t. kageyama, k. sugawara, t. oikawa, u. wakatoshi, m. atsumu // (all timeskip)

tags / warnings : fem reader (obvs), just little thoughts

notes : i started writing this with kageyama's in mind, so hopefully i executed this well. im rewatching haikyuu rn and im currently cringing as hinata sneaks his way into camp ugh. also im like posting a bunch meow

masterlist // requests are open

TOBIO KAGEYAMA -

when he finally understood what your surprise was, the worlds best dad! mug, he was over the moon excited. then worried. then absolutely freaked out. he asked too many times about how it would work with his schedule, and if you were going to be okay. he even offered taking a break from playing to help you.

the entire time, he was always checking up on you, either calling from hundreds of miles away, or keeping you in bed. he thought no different of you, didnt care that you honestly couldnt do anything by yourself, he loved taking care of you! he only thought of how cute you were with his child.

when the bump was completely evident now, he would play volleyball matches on his phone, and hold the speaker up to your tummy. he wanted his child to play volleyball, if they wanted to, of course. no matter if it was a boy or girl, he was gonna start training from before birth.

KOSHI SUGAWARA -

you straight up handed him the positive test, big eyes all teary and lip quivering. but honestly, he was so happy, he immediately dropped it and ran around the house. then he remembered you standing right there, then ran after you and literally threw you in the air.

he is a girl dad one thousand percent, so he wanted to know the gender as soon as possible. but no matter what, he was happy that you were the one who he had a family with. he made sure you never lifted a pinky, always scheduling your appointments, making food (yes even your odd cravings), and drove you around everywhere.

when hormones' kicked in, he tried his best to just shut up and sit down for you. he never wanted to upset you, but one time he did because he didnt cut your cucumbers a certain way. you were hysterical and unappetized, and he just stood there with a defeated face, knowing that the next two trimesters were going to be even better.

TORU OIKAWA -

he cried as well. harder than you actually, which made you freak out, which made him freak out. you two were in the bathroom crying out the 'im not ready to be a parent!'. but oikawa smacked himself in the face and held you close, trying to convince you everything was going to be okay.

he helped you when he could, but argentina was kicking his ass with camps and practice. so more often then not, hed come home completely worn out. but he still did the dishes, and prepped all your food. he more helped from a distance, and let you do what you needed.

he was dead set on having a boy in his mind, but when you two found out it was a girl, he was already shopping. showing you all the cute pinky clothes with bows and flowers. his mind definitely changed at that moment, knowing that his daughter would be just as beautiful has his mother (and him of course).

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI -

you two definitely had this planned, it was his job to carry down the bloodline. and he definitely wanted a boy to carry down his legacy. ushijima was a traditionalist, if anything. you tried to explain that you didnt need to be babied just because you had a baby, but he just shook his head and made you lay down for all almost ten months.

he cooked, cleaned, and online shopped so you could see the options too. the gender reveal was where he felt most nervous, he wanted a boy. i mean he would love them no matter what, but definitely a boy. and he felt like his prayers were answered when the ultrasound came back as a male. it was the one time he publicly celebrated anything.

so he made sure you ate nice and healthy for not only you, but him. he spent the entire last trimester baby proofing every crack of your home, softening the corners of any surface, and making sure there were no dangling cords for him to choke on. when you noticed the new child lock on the cabinets, all he did was put his hand on your stomach and kiss your head, telling you to not worry about anything other than your son.

ATSUMU MIYA -

blank face, no words, and no thought. didnt understand the two lines on the little white stick that had you jumping all over him while laughing. was honestly in denial, like that, 'we are actually having a baby? together? me and you? our kid?'. but when it clicked, he teared up and hugged you.

he immediately called osamu, making fun of how he was carrying the bloodline before he was. but in all seriousness, he was overjoyed. he was all about the publicity too, showing off his beautiful wife and her cute tummy that held his child. he tried his best to help out in the house, but was a lost cause when it came to cooking. so he ordered takeout ninety percent of the time.

definite massager, shoulders, back, feet even. he had no idea how much pain you were in, so all he could do was at least get rid of some of it. told you how pretty you were even though you had been in bed for a week and continuously growing in size, he also never saw anything different, just a better chance to give you as many compliments as he could at any given time.

----♡

#wakatoshiiss writes #wakatoshiiss #haikyu #female reader #haikyu x reader #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kageyama tobio #sugawara koushi #toru oikawa #ushijima wakatoshi #miya atsumu #x fem reader #x you

231 notes · View notes

noorpersona · 29 days ago

Text

Managerial Duties: Inarizaki

The gym hummed with the familiar sounds of practice—sneakers squeaking against the polished wooden floor, the rhythmic thuds of volleyballs being passed, the sharp whistles from the coaching staff calling out drills. Despite the usual intensity, one corner of the court stood out, where a first-year was repeatedly failing to receive a serve. Every time the ball came hurtling over the net, it ricocheted off his forearms awkwardly or skidded away in an uncontrolled direction. His frustration was palpable, his shoulders tense as he shook his head and muttered under his breath.

You had been watching from the sidelines, arms folded as you observed the way his stance shifted just before contact. His weight was off, and his timing was a fraction too slow—small errors that compounded into one big problem. With a sigh, you stepped forward, motioning for him to pause.

“Try widening your base a little more,” you instructed, tapping your foot against the floor to demonstrate. “If you keep standing so stiff, the ball’s just going to knock you off balance. Loosen up, shift with it, don’t fight it.”

The first-year hesitated before nodding, adjusting his stance as you had suggested. Before he could attempt again, however, a familiar voice cut through the air, dripping with smug amusement.

“She may be the manager,” Atsumu drawled from across the court, his golden eyes glinting with mischief, “but try takin’ advice from an actual player.”

A ripple of laughter followed his words as he sauntered closer, spinning a volleyball between his fingers. His smirk was lazy, self-assured, the kind of expression that made you want to wipe it clean off his face. You slowly turned to face him, leveling him with an unimpressed stare.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had a PhD in receiving,” you shot back, voice laced with dry sarcasm. “By all means, Miya, please educate us lesser beings.”

The gym’s atmosphere shifted instantly. A few players who had been in their own drills slowed, turning their heads with interest. The rest of the team wasn’t going to let this pass unnoticed. Osamu, who had been idly refilling his water bottle, perked up from his spot near the bench, already smirking as he anticipated the banter that was about to unfold.

Atsumu’s grin widened, his cockiness unshaken. “Ain’t about havin’ a PhD. It’s about experience. And last I checked, ya ain’t the one out there servin’ in nationals.”

A slow, knowing smile curled on your lips. "You're right, I'm not. But then again, you spend all your time servin’, while I actually learned how to receive."

The reaction was instant. Aran let out a low whistle, Osamu barked out a laugh, and even Suna's smirk twitched slightly. Atsumu tilted his head, clearly amused, but you caught the flicker of something sharper behind his expression—curiosity.

“Oh yeah?” he mused, tapping the volleyball lightly against his palm. “Then how ‘bout ya prove it?”

The words barely left his mouth before the other players reacted. Suna, who had been casually stretching nearby, sat up straighter, his gaze flicking between you and Atsumu like he had just stumbled upon something far more entertaining than practice. The rest of the team quickly caught on, whispers and murmurs spreading like wildfire.

Atsumu ignored them, eyes locked on you. “C’mon, manager. Think ya can handle one?”

The challenge hung between you like a taut wire, the weight of every gaze in the gym settling on your shoulders. Most of them, you knew, were already betting against you in their heads. Atsumu was known for his ruthless, pinpoint-accurate serves, the kind that left even the best liberos struggling.

But that’s exactly what made this fun.

You exhaled slowly, reaching up to unbutton your team jacket before sliding it off in one smooth motion. A hush fell over the court as you folded it over your arm and set it aside. Without a word, you walked to the opposite side of the court, rolling your shoulders as you moved. Along the way, you grabbed a pair of spare knee pads from the equipment pile, sliding them over your track pants. Then, with practiced ease, you crouched into a libero’s ready stance, feet planted, knees bent, weight balanced perfectly.

“Bring it,” you said simply.

Osamu groaned, already sensing where this was going. “Don’t be stupid. Ya know his serves are hell.”

You didn't talk much, getting into the zone. "I know."

Osamu’s brows lifted. “You know?”

Atsumu’s smirk twitched slightly, something unreadable flickering across his features. “And what exactly do ya know?” But you don't respond.

You didn’t move, didn’t blink—just stared at him, completely unfazed, waiting for him to serve.

You rolled your shoulders, shaking out any stiffness, meeting his gaze. “That your serves are fast. That they’re heavy, deceptive. That if I blink, I’ll miss it. That you’re expecting me to screw this up.” You smirked slightly. “That about sum it up?”

A beat of silence passed before Aran let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Atsumu tilted his head, his usual smugness fading into something else—interest. He bounced the volleyball once against the floor before catching it, eyes gleaming. “Alright, then. Let’s see what ya got.”

Aran crossed his arms, letting out a slow sigh. "This ain’t a smart move."

Osamu clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Hope ya like bruises."

The court stilled as Atsumu took his place at the baseline, rolling his shoulders before tossing the ball in his usual pre-serve routine. The tension was palpable now, a mix of disbelief and anticipation.

Most of them thought you were about to get wrecked.

"Ten bucks on the manager eatin’ dirt," Ginjima muttered, arms crossed as he glanced at the others.

"Nah, I’ll say she gets a hand on it but doesn’t control it," one of the first-years chimed in.

"I got five on Atsumu embarrassing her," another snickered.

"Idiots," Aran sighed. "At least bet somethin’ interesting."

Suna, however, leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a smirk.

“Put me down for a win,” he said, voice calm.

Osamu looked at him like he was insane. “Ya serious?”

Suna’s smirk widened. “Yeah. I’ve got a good feeling.”

Atsumu, unaware of the exchange, exhaled deeply before tossing the ball high into the air. In the split second before he made contact, everything seemed to slow.

Then—

A sharp, deafening crack as his palm connected with the ball, sending it screaming over the net with vicious speed. It was a perfect serve—fast, cutting, barely losing momentum as it hurtled straight toward you. Gasps rang out as everyone braced for the inevitable.

But you were already moving.

Your feet pushed off the ground with practiced precision, body reacting purely on instinct. Time snapped back into motion as you lunged forward, reading the spin in a split second, dropping into a perfect tumble to absorb the impact. The ball met your forearms with a loud thwack, and for a heartbeat, there was only silence.

Then, impossibly, the ball arced upward—clean, controlled, perfect.

It landed precisely where a setter would need it.

The gym erupted.

“What the hell?” Ginjima gawked, eyes wide.

“No way,” one of the first-years breathed.

Osamu just stood there, mouth slightly open before slowly dragging a hand down his face. "Well, damn. I should’ve bet against ‘Tsumu."

Atsumu, still frozen at the baseline, blinked at you in genuine disbelief. His mouth opened, then closed. He tried again, but all that came out was, "How—?"

A pause. His brows furrowed, his brain visibly short-circuiting. "But ya—?"

Silence. A deep inhale, then a third attempt. "There’s no way—"

Nothing coherent followed.

Atsumu looked genuinely betrayed by reality itself, struggling to reconcile what had just happened with everything he knew about volleyball.

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. A sharp, satisfied sound, the kind that made the stunned silence in the gym even more ridiculous. "Oh my god, you look like you just saw a ghost," you teased, shaking your head.

You rolled your shoulders, exhaling slowly as you straightened up. "I played libero in middle school, and I still play casual games." A brief pause, then you nodded toward Suna. "We went to the same middle school. Suna knows."

Every head in the gym turned to Suna, who simply smirked, arms still folded. He let the silence stretch for a moment before tilting his head toward the rest of the team.

“So,” he said smoothly, “who owes me what?”

Before anyone could react further, a new voice cut through the noise. "What’s everyone standing around for?"

The entire team turned to see Kita standing in the doorway, his usual composed expression tinged with mild disapproval. The court immediately fell into silence, the players straightening unconsciously as if caught slacking.

"Uh," Ginjima cleared his throat. "Just—observin’ somethin’ important, Kita."

Kita’s sharp gaze swept over the court before landing on Atsumu, who still hadn't moved from the baseline, then flicked toward you, standing composed and unruffled. "Hm." His eyes narrowed slightly before he simply nodded. "Get back to work."

Without another word, the gym broke back into motion, though murmurs still floated around, disbelief lingering in the air.

With that, you dusted off your hands and turned toward the exit. "Alright, I'll be back."

As soon as you stepped past the gym doors and out of their line of sight, the composure you had held so effortlessly cracked. A sharp, searing ache radiated through your forearms, the sting of the brutal impact catching up to you all at once. You sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to cradle your arms like they had just been run over.

"Holy shit," you hissed under your breath, shaking out your wrists in a futile attempt to lessen the throbbing. Atsumu really didn’t hold back. The ball had practically dented your bones.

You glanced down at your skin, already seeing the faint beginnings of bruises forming beneath the surface. Yep, no way you were getting through the next week without feeling this.

Forcing yourself to walk straight despite the radiating pain, you took a sharp turn down the hallway and made a beeline for the nurse’s office.

"Long sleeves for the next week, it is," you muttered to yourself, resigned to your fate as you pushed the door open, fully ready to drown in an ice pack for the next hour.

240 notes · View notes

alicewrotethis · 4 months ago

Text

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞﹒𝐩𝐭 𝟒

ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu comes back home, wondering how the previous events will affect your friendship ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, nsfw, fluff, plot ﹒ ◠ note!! someone asked for a part 4 so here u go!! finally part! love this ending sm more ౨ wc!! 3.8k ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

[part one] [part two] [part three]

The rumble of the train beneath him was steady, almost soothing, but Atsumu's mind was anything but calm. He shifted in his seat, his knee bouncing slightly as he stared out the window. The scenery blurred past him, but it barely registered. His thoughts were miles away, back to you, to the way your voice had wrapped around him the other night, soft and vulnerable in a way he'd never forget.

He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his golden hair as he slouched against the seat. Thoughts were racing in his mind. What if it's weird now? What if he regrets it? What if you regret it? No matter how hard he tried to shake the thoughts away they always creeped back into his mind. Sure, you'd both laughed it off a little after, but there was no denying that something between you had shifted.

But alongside the nervousness was an undeniable excitement that bubbled up every time he thought about seeing you again. He hadn't realized just how much he missed you until the distance made it impossible to ignore. The little things like your laugh, the way you'd nudge him when he was being too obnoxious, the way your presence filled his core with warmth had left a gaping hole in his routine.

He gripped the handle of his luggage as the train slowed at another stop, his foot tapping against the floor. His heart was beating a little faster now, the closer he got to home. You miss him too. You said so. That thought was enough to make him grin widely, though it didn't entirely ease the tension that coiled in his chest.

The train pulled to his stop, and he stood quickly, shouldering his bag as he stepped onto the platform. The cool evening air hit him, and he took a steadying breath while searching for his Uber.

The cool evening air swirled around you as you stood by the living room window, glancing outside though you knew he wasn't anywhere near yet. Your fingers tapped idly on the windowsill, nervous energy thrumming through you, but it wasn't anxiety. It was anticipation, pure and electric, couring through every inch of you.

Atsumu was coming home.

You tried to keep busy earlier in the day, finishing paintings and cleaning your brushes. Anything to stop yourself from staring at the clock, counting down the hours. But as the sun dipped lower your resolve broke. The apartment didn't feel quite right without him. too quiet, too empty.

Eventually, you grabbed your easel and paints, dragging them out onto the balcony. The cool breeze brushed against your skin, and the distant hum of the city provided a comforting backdrop as you set up your workspace. The sky had deepened into shades of orange and pink, fading into twilight as you started to work.

You didn't have a plan for what you were painting, not really. Your hands moved instinctively, brushing streaks of color across the canvas in a rhythm that matched the swirling of emotions inside you. The soft glow of the streetlights below and the stars beginning to peek through above became your inspiration, a reflection of the restless energy you felt.

Hours passed without you realizing, the world outside fading as you lost yourself in the strokes of your brush. Your eyelids grew heaving with every passing minute, but you were determined to keep going, to stay awake and busy until he came home.

But your body had other plans. Somewhere between blending the blues of the night sky and detailing faint stars you sat your brush down and leaned back against the chair. The breeze was cool and soothing, and the rhythmic sounds of the city below felt like a lullaby. Before you knew it, your head tipped to the side, your eyes fluttered shut, and the exhaustion of the day overtook you.

The crisp night air nipped at you as you slept, peaceful and unaware of the soft hum of a car engine pulling up outside the building.

Atsumu stepped out of the Uber, his bag slung over his shoulder, and glanced up at the apartment. A single light glowed faintly, and he smiled to himself, already imagining you waiting for him inside.

Atsumu gripped the handle of his luggage as he entered the building, his footsteps echoing faintly in the stairwell. His heart was pounding, not from exrtion, but from the bubbling anticipation of seeing you again. Each step brought him closer to the apartment, to you, and the nervous excitement tangled in his chest grew stronger.

He paused at the door, fishing out his key. For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the handle. What if things were different now? What if he'd crossed a line he couldn't uncross? He took a steadying breath, shaking the thoughts away. You missed him, he knew that much, and he wasn't going to let his own doubts ruin this moment.

The door creaked softly as he pushed it open. The apartment was dim, the faint glow of a lamp in the living room casting long shadows across the walls. He stepped inside quietly, leaving his luggage near the door and kicking off his shoes.

"Hey," He called out softly, his voice low as if not wanting to disturb the stillness. When there was no reply, he frowned slightly, glancing around. The living room was empty and the kitchen was dark. His brows furrowed. Were you asleep already?

As he moved closer to the balcony, he noticed the curtains were flowing slightly with the wind. His pulse quickened as he stepped through the curtains, and the sight that greeted him stole the breath from his lungs.

You were curled up in the chair, your head resting against the back, your face peaceful in sleep. The faint glow of the city lights painted your features in soft hues, and Atsumu's chest ached at the sight. In front of you, a finished painting rested on the easel, a swirling night sky dotted with faint stars, vibrant and alive, much like the emotions you stirred in him.

The cool night breeze brushed past him as he crouched beside you, his fingers hesitating before gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. You stirred slightly but didn't wake, your breathing steady and soft.

"Ya really worked yerself tired, huh?" He murmured under his breath, a small fond smile tugging at his lips.

Carefully, he slid one arm under your legs and the other behind your back, lifting you with practiced ease. The chair creaked softly as he shifted, and for a moment, you stirred, your head leaning against his chest.

"Shh," He whispered, his voice low and soothing, "I've got ya,"

He carried you inside, the warmth of your body pressed against him making his heart race. As he reached your bedroom door, he nudged it open with his foot, the dim light from the hallway spilling into the cozy space. Just as he stepped toward the bed, your eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep.

"Tsum?" Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and the way you said his name made his heart ache with longing.

"Yeah, it's me," He said, his voice just as gentle, "Didn't mean to wake ya, just takin' ya to bed, yer gonna catch a cold sleepin' out there,"

A sleepy smile spread across your face as your eyes focused on him, your arms lazily wrapping around his neck as he laid you on the bed, "You're home," You murmured as if reassuring yourself he was real.

"I'm home," He confirmed, his voice thick with emotion.

Before he could say anything else, you leaned up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It was tender and warm, filled with a quiet affection that left him completely undone.

Atsumu's breath hitched the moment your lips met his, the soft kiss catching him off guard in the best possible way. His heart felt like it skipped a beat before racing to catch up, pounding so fiercely in his chest that he was sure you could hear.

The warmth of your touch seeped into him, erasing the cold distance he'd felt during his time away. For a split second, his mind raced with questions, was this real? Did you mean it? But they all melted away as quickly as they'd come.

When his initial shock faded, he couldn't stop himself from leaning into you, his grip on you tightening instinctively. You felt so fragile and yet so solid in his arms, and the tenderness in the kiss left him utterly unraveled.

This is what he'd been missing. The thought hit him hard, and he could feel the tension from the past few days, the uncertainty, the nerves, all dissolving in that one moment.

His chest ached with the weight of emotions he couldn't fully name, relief, gratitude, longing, and something else, something bigger and harder to contain. The way you kissed him wasn't rushed of hesitant; it was soft, sure, and filled with a quiet kind of affection that hit him deeper than he expected.

When you pulled back, his lips tingled, and his whole body felt like it was buzzing. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even as your eyelids drooped with sleep again. You'd kissed him. You'd chosen to kiss him.

A faint, almost dazed smile spread across his face as he cradled you closer, his thumb brushing lightly against your side.

You smiled faintly, the corners of your lips curling in a way that left him utterly breathless, "Missed you," You murmured, your voice soft and raw, like a secret just for him.

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your side, "You don't even know," He muttered, his voice a low rasp, "Missed you more than I even knew I could,"

The room seemed to shrink around you, the space between your bodies almost nonexistent now. He could feel the heat of your breath against his skin, the faint scent of your shampoo teasing his senses. It was intoxication, and every small movement from you sent a ripple through his that he couldn't control.

His hand moved without thought, fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch featherlight as if he was afraid you might disappear. Your skin was warm under his palm, grounding him in a way he didn't expect. You leaned into his touch, your eyes soft and unreadable, and that tiny movement sent a jolt through his entire body.

"Ya drive me crazy, y'know that?" He whispered, his voice barely audible, as if saying it louder might break the moment. His thumb grazed your lower lip, and his eyes followed the motion, lingering there like he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to.

You didnt reply with words, instead, your hand found his, your fingers tangling together as if to anchor him in place. The gesture was simple, yet it sent a rush of warmth through him, his heart thundering in his chest.

"Say somethin'," He pleaded softly, his forehead resting against yours now, "Anythin', just don't leave me hangin' like this,"

Your lips curved into a small smile, your voice still heavy with sleep but clear enough to make his pulse race, "I'm not going anywhere, Tsum,"

The weight of your words settled over him, pulling him further into you. His lips brushed against your temple, lingering there as if trying to commit the moment to memory. Whatever distance had been between you before had dissolved, leaving nothing but the warmth of your body against his.

"Yer voice is so pretty, y'know that?" He breathed out lowly, his voice was deep and laced with something unfamiliar.

His hips jolted against your clothed pussy, the feeling of his erection sending tingles and waves of warmth straight to your soft cheeks. Something low and consuming began to build, an ache you couldn't name but couldn't ignore.

"Tell me what you need," He breathed out, lips ghosting over yours with a small grin. The soft glow of the city pouring in from your window cast an illuminating light across his feature, highlighting the intensity of his eyes as he stared longingly at you.

Your lips were slightly parted, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered, familiar and comforting as you tried to muster up a reply but the only words you could think of at the moment were, "You,"

Your pulse raced as his hands trailed down your body, each touch slow and deliberate, igniting something deeper. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, then deepened as his hand wandered lower and lower, leaving your skin feeling hot below him.

Your hips had instinctively bucked up into him, grinding into his erection, earning a low groan from Atsumu at the feeling, your thoughts were a jumble of anticipation and nervousness.

"Is this okay?" He asked as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and panties.

You nodded your head needily, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Atsumu backed away to slip your clothes off, the cold air replacing his warmth as he did so. Once you were fully exposed to him he spread your legs to either side of his hips, taking in the view of you below him, your soft skin being illuminated by the moonlit window.

"Yer so perfect..." He whispered under his breath with a smile, his fingers taking their place on your clit, using his other hand to hold the underside of your thigh, "I'll stop if ya want me to,"

Your moan was barely more than a whisper, trembling and raw, as though you couldn't contain it.

"God, the way ya sound," He murmured, his voice rough with need as your moans grew softer and more desperate.

The thumb on your clit circled at a steady pace, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Don't, fuck, stop," You moaned out, your back moving into a slight arch from the overwhelming sense of newfound pleasure. "Need more, need you,"

Your words hung in the air as Atsumu processed them, his thumb left your clit to unzip his pants, his breathing becoming erratic as his cock sprung free from his boxers, landing on top of your stomach. Using your elbows to prop yourself up you saw the length of him, your eyes widened at the thought.

"I'll be gentle," He breathed out, one of his hands resting on your thigh while the other pumped his length. His head fell back in pleasure, and he quickly looked back towards you with a smirk.

"Are you ready?" He asked, sliding his dick up and down your slit, coating his tip in your wetness.

You nodded shyly, biting your lip as you watched his actions, your flush never leaving your cheeks.

Atsumu sunk his tip into your cunt, stretching your walls as a low, throaty moan escaped him, pulled from somewhere deep.

Your head tipped back, lips parted as a soft sound left your mouth, the sound was like music to his ears. Your gasps and moans became more drawn out and unrestrained as he sunk deeper, the stretch turning from pain to pleasure slowly.

"You like it?" He murmured, his voice quiet and rough as your quiet plea was all the confirmation he needed.

You could feel all of him inside you, your sounds turned to pants as he slowed his movement once he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size and shape. You didn't need long, in fact, it hadn't even been a minute before you were grinding your hips against him, his tip hitting your soft spot with every movement, and the moan that slipped past his lips wasn't just about pleasure, it was a testament to how much he'd missed you, how much he needed this.

His hands snaked their way to your hips, gripping you gently as he pulled out, your walls aching for him before he slammed back into you, forcing a sharp shriek to slip past your lips.

"Tsum!," You gasped out as he repeated his action, craving more of the sounds you were making.

"Sorry, mm, you just sound so, fuck, so good," His voice dipped into a low groan, the sound vibrating through his chest like he was barely holding it together, as if he was clinging to the moment, "Wanna feel you cum 'round my cock, wanna hear ya,

His words were enough to make your body tense, every nerve alight as the pressure built within you, a wave of warmth spreading throughout your limbs as you welcomed the feeling, a deep shuddering feeling that made your legs shake around his hips as you chanted his name like a prayer, your breath hitching as the pleasure seemed to flood your senses, leaving you dizzy and breathless.

Atsumu felt your walls clench around him repeatedly, the feeling making his breath hitch, his thrusts becoming more erratic and sloppy as he chased his own high, your legs pulled him further into you, his tip practically kissing your cervix, the sensation sending a shudder down his body.

"Let me cum in ya, please," He pleaded desperately, "Wanna fill ya up so good 'nd so full,"

Your eyelids felt heavy as you watched his cock thrust in and out of you sloppily, the base of his length being coated in a thick white substance. "Tsum, I want you to,"

"Missed ya so much, needed ya so bad, mm, I can't- you're so- fuck-," He felt the rhythmic pause of his body as it surged, each wave of pleasure hitting him in quick, sharp bursts as a low groan escaped him, his body trembled and he leaned forward, his arms caging you to hold himself up as he grinded lightly into you, pushing his cum more into you as your walls flooded with white and warm liquid.

The air in the room hung heavy with warmth and quiet intimacy. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his damp hair sticking to his skin as he struggled to steady his breathing. The rise and fall of his chest matched yours, and the shared rhythm was a quiet reminder of the closeness you both had just experienced.

His arms, still caging your frame, trembled slightly, a mix of exhaustion and lingering adrenaline coursing through him. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting yours in the soft, dim light. There was something unspoken there, an overwhelming depth of emotion that he wasn't entirely sure how to put into words.

"You okay?" He finally asked, his voice low and husky, but filled with concern. He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek as though grounding himself in the moment.

You nodded, a soft, dazed smile tugging at your lips, "Yeah, I'm okay, more than okay," Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a sincerity that made his heart clench.

Atsumu let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, a quiet laugh escaping him as relief washed over his features, "Good," He murmured, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek, his gaze roamed your face, as if committing every detail to memory, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes softened when you looked at him, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

"Yer amazin', y'know that?" He said, his voice tinged with wonder, there was no teasing in his tone, just quiet, genuine admiration.

Your cheeks warmed, and you ducked your head slightly, a shy laugh bubbling up, "You don't have to say that, Tsum,"

"I mean it," He insisted, his hand sliding down to cradle the back of your neck, keeping you close, "I don't think I've ever felt this way before 'bout anyone," His eyes held yours, unguarded and vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten.

The weight of his words settled between you, heavy but not unwelcome, "You make me feel safe," You admitted softly, the words spilling out before you could stop them, "Like I can just be myself around you,"

His lips twitched into a lopsided smile, his heart swelling at your confession, "Good," He said, his voice a little rougher this time, "Cause I don't want ya to ever feel like ya gotta be anyone else,"

For a moment, the two of you simply stayed like that, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment, the faint glow of the city lights seeped in through the window, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. Atsumu shifted slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Lets get ya cleaned up," He said softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that sent warmth blooming in your chest, before you could protest or even process his words, Atsumu shifted, his strong arms sliding under your knees and around your back.

"Tsum, I can walk," You mumbled, your cheeks heating as he lifted you effortlessly.

He shot you a grin, playful but warm, "Nah, not takin' any chances, besides," He added, his gaze softening as you looked at you, "Lemme take care of ya, yeah?"

The sincerity in his tone silenced any further protests, and you relaxed against his chest, your arms looping around his neck. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear was grounding, a gentle reminder of how much he cared.

When he reached the doorway, he paused for a moment, his smile softening as he looked down at you, "By the way," He said, his tone teaing yet affectionate, "We're hangin' that painting up in the living room, yeah? I don't care where, but it's gonna be front and center,"

You blinked in surprise, a little taken aback by how serious he sounded about it, "You like it that much?" You asked softly, the warmth in your chest spreading further.

His grin widened as he sat you on the counter, shifting so he was standing between your legs, "I love it," He replied with a quiet sincerity, his hand brushing a lock of hair from your face, "Every time I see it, it'll remind me of you, of... this," He glanced away for a moment, a rare vulnerability in his eyes, before he looked back to you, that familiar playful gleam returning.

You chuckled, a light sound that made his heart flutter, before you nodded softly, "Alright, we'll hang it up," You agreed, your voice warm.

Atsumu leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips with a smile, "Perfect," His hand lingered on your side, grounding you both in this quiet moment. The world outside felt distant as if it didn't matter at all right now, with him close, holding you, "I'm glad to be home,"

You smiled, your heart full, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw as you whispered back, "I'm glad you're home too,"

navigation ! i cant reply to comments :(

[part one] [part two] [part three]

148 notes · View notes

cloudzoro · 1 year ago

Text

Their love for you is nothing short of utter devotion and that crosses over to the bedroom.

Whispered promises and declarations of love fill the air as they make sure no inch of your skin goes unkissed. They drop to their knees, eating you out like it's what they were made to do. It's almost terrifying how well they know your body. They lick and suck your clit, and fuck you with their tongue, and they're not satisfied until you're completely shaking with tears in your eyes. They're so soft with you, whispering praises as they fuck you.

“I love you” you whimper as they cup your face in their hands.

“Nowhere near as much as I love you,” They say, eyes full of adoration.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Zoro Roronoa, Crocodile, Sanji Vinsmoke, Atsumu Miya, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Toji Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo

#one piece smut #jjk smut #haikyuu smut #one piece x reader #jjk x reader #haikyuu x reader #zoro smut #crocodile smut #sanji smut #atsumu smut #tanaka smut #toji smut #gojo smut #☁️.smut #fem!reader

714 notes · View notes

kairismess · 1 year ago

Note

Omg I just saw a tiktok and it was the cutest thing ever! Okay so this girl goes up to her fiancé after his game (the like meet n greet or whatever) and acts like his fangirl! Could I get something like that for Atsumu please? (You don’t have to but thank you if you do <33333)

well hello, pretty stranger.

after atsumu signed yet another one of his fan's merchandise of him, he took in a deep breath and tried to brace himself for another round of smiling nonstop and acting all charming, like how his fans think of him as. it does get suffocating after a while of this, all he can imagine of to keep himself sane and from teetering at his wits' end is by dreaming of coming home in a few hours, laying down on your lap, and being treated to a night long full of loving between you two.

as he's stuck day dreaming about you, the next person in line comes up; with her excusing herself to him to catch his attention as he sat there, in a bit of a daze, imaging how soft your lap would be and how much he just wants to get this over with already so he can smother you with his affection.

he soon snaps out of his gaze when she waves her hand in front of his face a little, catching his attention. he quite literally snaps out of it, his back jolting in surprise as he gains sobriety once more and realizes just where he is and what he was doing before dreaming of you and your embrace. he chuckles and rubs the back of his head, an embarrassed smile on his face as he apologizes for not noticing her earlier.

he doesn't look at her face yet, but he politely takes the jersey she handed to him to sign, but for some reason, the feel of the jersey was... familiar. the smile fades from his lips as he looks over the clothing she handed him, seeing the number on the jersey was the same as his, but on the back, the words, "mrs. miya" were printed on them. it was then that atsumu realized... you came to his signing, you came to his meet and greet today.

all his wishes came true much earlier than he thought, and when atsumu looked up, his suspicions were confirmed. "um... are you okay, mr. miya?" you ask him with a shy, yet awfully knowing, smile; making atsumu do a double take and pause for a minute to collect his thoughts. he nodded and gave you a beaming smile. "yep! ...never been better." he muttered as he signed your jersey, taking all his time to let this moment with the woman he'd spend the rest of his life with in a few months linger for just a split second longer.

when you thank him and take the jersey back from him, he sneakily wraps his calloused hands around your wrist, gently pulling you close to him as he whispers in your ear, "thanks for saving my ass and sanity, babe. i love ya." and when he relinquished his grip on your wrists, leaving you flustered and unable to return his 'i love you', he looked to you from the side as you were about to leave and wait for him somewhere in the building, sending you a genuine smile of gratitude, and a wink your way. he couldn't wait to officially make you his mrs. miya in the future... you gave him enough energy and excitement to last 50 more of these meet and greets for one whole sitting!

746 notes · View notes

ctrlkenma · 2 days ago

Text

𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰. — Atsumu Miya.

• tooth-rotting fluff, hints of tsundere atsumu, implied artist!reader (it's pretty on the nose, honestly), slight angst if you squint, wc (0.9k)

• cross posted on ao3 under the username 'hcneyy_dew"

Subtleties aren't Atsumu Miya's strongest suit.

For an individual with a presence as imposing as his, (or rather, to word it better), for a person of his notoriety, you'd guess the opposite - yet, you're almost certain right now, seated upon the cold, marble-tiled floor of your University’s Art Studio, that it's Atsumu Miya knocking. In spite of how it's barely about six in the morning, and, typically, due to long nights spent practicing in the university’s volleyball gym, he wouldn't be awake at such an odd hour.

Subtleties aren't Atsumu Miya's strongest suit.

And right now, standing at the door with his bottle-blonde shock of hair disheveled, eyes sporting eyebags that could only be described as heliotropic, brandishing a bottle of the turpentine from the brand you preferred you had complained earlier about finishing too quick, he was anything but subtle.

“Is it alright?”

Normally, Atsumu would be considered quite an obnoxious being due to the tone he'd possess whilst engaging in conversation with anyone. Yet, with you, it's as if he's enunciating each vowel, each syllable carefully enough to keep your attention to him, whilst, simultaneously, proclaiming so in a tone that was loud enough to keep him awake.

“Tsumu.” You whisper - carefully enough to lull him to sleep with that goddamned mellifluous voice of yours, yet sternly enough to always, always maintain his interest.

It's rather pitiful just how much of an effect your mere presence has on the athlete, despite him professing the opposite.

He raises an eyebrow as his name catches his exhausted mind, stepping closer to where you stood. “If it's not okay, I could get ‘ya a different brand - no, really, (Y/N), it's not that big of a deal.”

Atsumu’s usual brashness was evident in the way he stood, barely able to hide the exhaustion in his posture. It was clear in the way he fidgeted with the bottle of turpentine, unsure whether to approach or not.

To say you were overwhelmed would be considered the understatement of the year. Rather - it would be better off considered the understatement of the century, in light of the view before Atsumu - how you stood, frozen in place as if your feet were attached to the floor you stood on.

The thing is, the specific brand of turpentine you use is available exclusively at the local arts and crafts store - which is an approximate thirty minute drive from campus.

You're not sure what an appropriate response would be. Yet again, you're not sure if any response - in any dialect would suffice to drown out the sound of your heart thumping against your chest.

Your hands tremble as you hold the bottle, your breath catching slightly. His gaze locks with yours, and your heart skips a beat.

Affection isn't Atsumu Miya's strongest suit.

And you'd think you know him well enough to agree with such a statement, but the truth was, Atsumu Miya, with all his flaws, was madly, deeply, and irrevocably infatuated with you.

All you can do is stare upon the bottle of translucent liquid you held, alternating between heeding the crystalline substance and the gaze of the man that stood in front of you.

Affection isn't Atsumu Miya's strongest suit. It isn't supposed to be.

Yet, with you suddenly rushing toward where he stood (granted, mere steps away from you), and enveloping him into your embrace, it was as if your bodies had mended together - maintaining a position that felt so right, so utterly natural, that being devoid of the warmth of Atsumu's body, even if it meant for the slightest second, would feel alarmingly out of place.

Your breath slows as you hold him, the warmth of his body comforting. The world outside fades as you find solace and utter comfort in his arms.

“I love you, Tsumu.” You state, taking in deep, slow breaths to calm yourself - and him, too.

But with all he's done for you, despite the gravity of how he feels for you, Atsumu can't say it back.

Why can't he say it back?

Despite the fact that you, the pinnacle of perfection, stood before him, your body perfectly aligning with his, saying exactly the words he's longed to hear, he hesitates, his eyes searching yours as if looking for the right words, but they never come.

Bringing his hands to your lips, you press a soft kiss to his calloused fingertips, his palm cupping the curve of your face right after.

The two of you are breathing in unison. It's a symphony of sharp inhales and rather prolonged, heavy exhales as the two of you attempt to possess some control over your emotions. It's rather automatic, too, as if this was how you were always meant to breathe - to the hymn of Atsumu's heart beating soundly against your ear.

“I know.” The athlete finally says, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head - but not before adding a small “And I love you, too.”

His words come out in a rush, as if they’ve been on the tip of his tongue for too long. It’s quiet, almost swallowed by the moment.

It couldn't have been a decibel above a whisper, yet, you manage to heed it. You manage to heed and grasp the sheer weight his words possessed.

Truth was, Atsumu had known he had loved you for years now. Not when he had first run into you at the University’s first-year orientation after years of seeing one another. It wasn't when you had first painted him - no, it had been when, in the third grade, you had guided him in making his first acrylic paint portrait. While it might have turned out rather horrendous, for eight-year-old Atsumu Miya, everything seemed to fall into place with the sight of your face smeared in red paint.

Subtleties aren't Atsumu Miya's strongest suit.

Yet, loving you is probably what he's best at.

#fem reader #hq #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq atsumu #hq atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #msby black jackal #msby atsumu #msby 13 #atsumu smut #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya

65 notes · View notes

aboutkiyoomi · 2 months ago

Text

i killed you by t. the creator

synopsis: haikyuu boys with a black!fem!reader showing off their newest hairstyle.

pairings: issei matsukawa, atsumu miya, nishinoya yuu & iwaizumi hajime

cw: suggestive-ish jokes (atsu), profanity

a/n: my personal contribution to bhm and to self service myself and my community bcs we get no representation in the y/n community. however, not to fear, milani is here.

issei matsukawa.

nishinoya yuu.

atsumu miya.

iwaizumi hajime.

a/n: i'm tweaking out, i actually need nishinoya its not even funny. matter a fact, gimme all of them. funny enough, i get my hair braided tmr. so bless the heavens

90 notes · View notes

chaepink · 2 years ago

Text

thinking about...

bratty disobedient subs who absolutely love to be punished by you for being disobedient. whatever rules you have for him, he breaks them and watches with a sly grin as you get annoyed cause he knows he's in for a punishment that night. he wants you to absolutely break him and make him cry. dumb him down until he can't think or speak properly anymore, only choked out pleas and moans coming from him.

he especially loves it when you spank him. have him count the spanks and of course he would purposefully mess up right at the end to rile you up so that he could start all over again. he could easily get hard from a couple spanks to his ass and he'll shamelessly cum all over your legs and his chest with a mewl. oh and he loves edging! edge him over and over again till he cries and begs you to stop and let him cum but don't since you know he's faking it. keep edging him until you finally let him cum but dont stop there! keep making him cum till he's overstimulated and his mind has turned to mush.

gojo satoru, bakugo katsuki oikawa toru, tsukishima kei, kaminari denki, sukuna ryomen, atsumu miya, and whoever else you think fits this <3

note: this is a repost btw

2K notes · View notes

sundaaz-e · 3 months ago

Text

*ೃ༄

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

• Sports-related tension: Intense descriptions of high-stakes volleyball gameplay.

• Public scrutiny: Media exposure of a private relationship and its implications.

• Mild injury risk: A risky jump is performed but results in no harm.

Love across the net

The roar of the crowd was deafening. Every set, every point, every spike had built to this moment. You stood at the service line, sweat glistening on your forehead, your chest heaving from exertion. Your team was on the brink of victory at Nationals, and the atmosphere in the stadium was electric.

You took a deep breath, centering yourself amidst the chaos. Across the net, the opposing team, fierce and unyielding, was ready. This was it—the final game, the culmination of years of training and sacrifice.

The ball soared high as your teammate set it perfectly. With the precision and power you were known for, you leapt, your body a graceful arch in midair. Your arm came down like lightning, and the ball slammed into the court with a resounding thud.

The whistle blew.

Victory.

Your teammates erupted in screams, collapsing into a pile of hugs and tears. But your eyes weren’t on them. You had known he was there from the moment the match started. Atsumu Miya, perched low in the stands, his familiar golden hair unmistakable.

Your relationship was your most guarded secret, kept away from the prying eyes of fans and media. As rivals in the volleyball world, your teams clashed too often to risk any whispers of favoritism. Atsumu rarely came to your matches—he couldn’t. But today, he was here.

The adrenaline pumping through your veins left no room for hesitation. You took off, weaving through the chaos on the court, ignoring the outstretched arms of your teammates calling your name. Your focus was solely on him.

He stood behind the railing on the platform, leaning forward as he realized what you were about to do.

“Y/N—wait—”

But you didn’t wait.

With a running leap, you launched yourself off the floor, jumping up toward him. Atsumu bent low over the railing, his arms reaching out just in time to catch you. The impact nearly knocked the wind out of him, but he wrapped his arms tightly around you, steadying you both as you clung to him.

“Ya idiot,” he muttered, his voice choked with a mix of laughter and disbelief. “Ya couldn’t just wait for me to come down?”

You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, your face breaking into a breathless grin. “You came.”

“‘Course I did,” he said, his tone soft now, the bravado fading. “Like I’d miss seein’ ya win Nationals.”

The moment stretched between them, the rest of the world fading away. Cameras flashed around you, reporters scrambling to capture the scene. You and Atsumu didn’t care.

You pressed your forehead against his, your voice barely a whisper. “I saw you the whole time, you know. You kept me steady.”

Atsumu smirked, his confidence returning. “Yeah? Guess I’ll take some credit for the win then.”

You laughed, the sound cutting through the stadium noise, as the cheers around you grew louder.

The headlines the next day would be explosive, your secret finally out in the open. But in that moment, with Atsumu’s arms around you and your victory secured, you didn’t care about the world’s view.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyū!!#x yn #ynn #fem reader #gn reader #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #msby atsumu #haikyuu atsumu

29 notes · View notes

1zukuz · 2 years ago

Text

WRONG INITIAL !!

HOW haikyuu boys react when you don't get their initial on your nails !

INCLUDES: cussing + fluff

ATSUMU, KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, KUROO, SUNA, KENMA, OIKAWA

lol if ur name starts with a y i apologize kuroo didn't mean it

859 notes · View notes

slut4msby · 1 year ago

Text

Happy New Year? Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader

+ tags & warnings; suggestive content, heavily implied smut, atsumu and reader did the deed :0??, borderline fuckboy!atsumu [i have a soft spot for fuckboy!atsumu], not proofread, implied ex bf but no one is specified other than being a vb player so use ur imagination qts :3

+ a/n; hey guys! i'm lea :3. this is my first fic on tumblr in YEARS i used to have an account long long long ago that like NO ONE would know so this is my welcome back ig ;p have some fuckboy!atsumu tehheeheh [i want fuckboy!atsumu so bad or maybe i just have issues teheheh]. also its dec 31 when i post this so HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! stay safe and take care x

Waking up on your own has become a tradition on New Year's Day. For the past three years, a very lonely past three years. Ever since your partner had broken up with you.

This year was no different, waking up in an empty bed - but not your bed? The realisation left you in confusion. Your eyes darted around the room, cologne, dirty clothes, sports trophies and empty water bottles filled the room. How classy. You sat up against the headboard, head pounding from the alcohol that had consumed your body the night before. Despite its uncleanliness it was a nice room at its core. The problem is, you don't know when you got here or how you got here. Matter of fact if you were even still in the country.

“Hey Doll.” A shirtless figure called from the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, his V-line on full display. He was fit, no one could deny that. His blonde hair messy from his shower, his body littered with hickies and scratches - your hickies and scratches. “You really did a number on me huh?” He let out a soft chuckle.

You tried to respond but your body was still in a state of shock from the man you had managed to catch.

“You alright princess? You seemed to be a lot louder and confident last night.” He teased, walking towards you taking a seat on his bed. “You know, you look good in my shirt.” He adds on in reference to the oversized t-shirt which accompanied your body. He shuffled closer to you, he planted another kiss on your neck over one of the many purple marks he had given you last night, “could get used to having you around.”

“Me?” You question, he only nods in response.

He grabs your face in his hand. You couldn’t deny his hands were nice, they were big and he obviously knew how to use them. He moved you to look at him, forcing tension. You couldn’t lie from what you could remember is that he was good. He pulled you closer and closer, looking at your lips and then your eyes. “Can I?” He asks.

“Can you?” You respond giving him your infamous ‘fuck-me eyes’.

“Oh doll, we both know we can.” He mutters against your lips, before pulling you in for a kiss which you very happily accept.

That’s when the memories come back, you could never forget a kiss like that. You remember Kuroo forcing you to a party and meeting him, Atsumu Miya.

“C’moonnnnnnnn n/n-chan it will be fun.” Kuroo begged.

“Tetsu, I don’t know I am happy alone.”

“You’re so boring now n/n-chan.” He pouts. He knows that sentence will rile you up. “You used to be the life of the party y/n.”

“Used to? Oh baby I still am.”

“Then come to the party n/n.”

“Fine.”

You remember walking in and being greeted by Bokuto who you hadn't seen in years. Completely ditching the volleyball scene after your ex-boyfriend. Bokuto was still as huge and friendly as always. You greeted all the familiar faces and were even introduced to some new ones. It was nice. As the hours went on the alcohol overtook your body.

You had found yourself on a couch on top of him - Atsumu Miya.

“Woahh pretty girl slow down.” He pulls away from the kiss a string of saliva breaking you apart as he does so. “What's yer name, pretty girl?” He asks before leaving light kisses on your neck forcing a gasp out of you.

“L/n.” You say quickly, “y/n l/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He says continuing kissing down your neck. He would have gone further right then and there however your rendezvous was cut short by Bokuto and Kuroo calling your name. And you thought that was gonna be the last encounter with the mystery man.

“Ohhhh~ n/n-chan getting it on with tsum-tsum.” Bokuto teases.

“N/n is lonelyyyyyy.” Kuroo slurs.

The teasing continued all night, however at 11:58pm everyone started gathering around for the countdown, you were convinced this is the fourth year you would be lonely. Before you felt an arm snag your waist.

“Hey pretty girl.” He purrs into your ear.

“Oh it’s you.”

“I have a name y’know princess?”

Silence.

“Do yer seriously not know who I am.”

“Egotistical by the sound of it, pretty boy.” You respond.

“Atsumu Miya. Y’know? MSBY’s setter?”

“Right. I like pretty boy more.” You giggle.

“Yer won't be moaning that tonight trust me doll.”

Atsumu pulls you in for a kiss, “So you wanna take me up on that offer princess?”

You can’t help but nod eagerly.

Happy New year to you indeed.

©slut4msby.

232 notes · View notes

alicewrotethis · 4 months ago

Text

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞﹒𝐩𝐭 𝟑

ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu misses you while hes away, one call couldnt hurt, right? ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, nsfw, phone sex, use of good girl, sue me ﹒ ◠ note!! final part! but if u want a part 4 or more atsumu content lmk! that banner makes me absolutely feral.. ౨ wc!! 3k ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

[part one] [part two] [part four]

The apartment had felt quieter than normal, a stillness settling in that seemed to press against the walls. You sighed as you leaned into the couch, your phone resting in your hand. The sound of the narrators on the TV filled the living room.

He had left early two mornings ago, his departure marked by the sound of his suitcase wheels rolling down the hallway and his usual mix of excitement and nerves barely contained in his voice. The away game was a big deal to Atsumu, he'd spent the entire week leading up to it alternating between trash-talking the competition and pacing the living room as he ran through game strategies in his head.

You'd watched him as he packed, his energy electric as he tossed jerseys and clothes into his bag, muttering to himself about making sure to not forget his lucky socks. His excitement had been infectious then, filling the apartment and masking the thought of how quiet it would feel without him there, but now, with him gone, the absence was sharp and unavoidable.

You couldn't help but think of all the moments he usually filled, his loud singing while he made breakfast, his playful teasing whenever he caught you lost in thought, and the way he had a habit of draping his large body across the couch, leaving you to sit on the floor in front of him, and how you'd talk about everything and nothing until the night blurred into the morning. Two days without any of it, and the apartment already felt like a completely different place.

Your fingers tightened around your phone as you stared at the last text he sent, a picture of his team's pre-game warm-up. He looked so happy, his usual wide grin plastered on his face as he held up a peace sign with Hinata and Bokuto in the background. You smiled faintly, proud of him, but at the same time, you shouldn't shake the growing ache of missing him. His voice, his presence, and all the little ways he made the apartment feel like home.

The arena was alive with the sound of sneakers squeaking against polished floors and the sharp whistle of the referee cutting through the noise. Atsumu wiped the sweat from his brow, gripping a water bottle as he stood with the team during the timeout.

On the surface, he looked every bit the confident setter, but his mind wasn't fully in the game. It's not as if he was playing bad, he just couldn't stop his mind from drifting.

He reached for him phone hidden away in his bag beside the bench and unlocked it to find the last text you'd sent. It was something simple, so you, a casual 'im watching, you'll do great tsum!', but he read it three times already, letting the warmth of your words replace some of the restless energy buzzing in his chest. Atsumu wasn't one to admit things easily, not even to himself, but he felt your absence more than he thought he would.

He hadn't expected it to be this quiet without you. Sure, his teammates were loud and the atmosphere during away games was electric, but it wasn't the same. There was a certain calmness in your presence, even when you weren't doing anything particularly remarkable. Whether it was your clueless remarks when he tried to joke with you, and the way you'd absentmindedly hum as you worked on something. You made the apartment and his world feel alive in a way he didn't think anybody could.

The hotel hallway was quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights being the only sound as Atsumu stepped off the elevator, his duffel bag hanging loosely from his shoulder. His footsteps were muffled against the carpet, but inside, everything felt loud, his heartbeat, the rush of thoughts swirling in his head, and the nagging ache in his chest he couldn't quite shake.

The match had been grueling, leaving his body sore and his mind buzzing. Normally, the adrenaline would still be carrying him, the thrill of a victory filling every corner of his being, but as he entered his room, tossing his bag onto the floor, he couldn't help but feel hollow. The cheers from the crowd and celebrations with his teammates felt miles away now, unable to touch the strange emptiness that followed him.

Kicking off his shoes, he collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the stark, unfamiliar ceiling. Atsumu wasn't one to dwell on things, he liked to keep moving, to fill the quiet with noise, jokes, or distractions, but tonight, the silence wrapped around him, heavy and unrelenting. He hated it.

His hand reached for his phone almost instinctively. Opening your chat, he scrolled through the texts from earlier, his lips twitching at the teasing banter and you congratulating him on his win. Even through the screen, your personality came through so clearly, sharp, cute, funny, and effortlessly grounding. But the texts weren't enough. They were just words. He wanted more. He wanted you.

For a second, he hesitated, his thumb hovering over the call button. Would you think it was weird? It was late, and he didn't even have an excuse other than the gnawing need to hear your voice. But before he could second-guess himself, he tapped it, holding the phone to his ear as the line began to ring.

Each ring made his chest tighten, the seconds stretching unbearably. What if you didn't pick up? What if-

"Hello?" Your voice came through, soft but tinged with curiosity, "Tsum? Isn't it late over there?"

Hearing you felt like taking a deep breath after holding it for too long, he closed his eyes, letting the tension ease just slightly.

"Yeah," He said, his voice quieter than usual," I just... wanted to hear your voice,"

There was a pause, one that felt like an eternity, before you laughed lightly. It wasn't the full, unrestrained laugh he loved hearing, but it was enough to make the corners of his mouth lift.

"Well, here it is," You teased gently, "How was the win?"

"Didn't feel the same, s'too quiet here without you," He said softly, his grin forming despite the exhaustion weighing on him.

Your silence this time was heavier, but not uncomfortable, he could almost imagine you sitting in your favorite spot on the balcony, processing his words, maybe fiddling with the hem of your shirt absentmindedly or biting your lip in that way that always seemed to undo him.

"I miss you too," You said finally, and it hit him like a wave. It wasn't dramatic, not even particularly vulnerable, but it was enough.

The words settled between you, like a shared secret neither of you wanted to disturb.

Atsumu let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, running a hand through his hair as a faint chuckle escaped him. But this time, it wasn't the lighthearted sound you were used to, it was softer, lower, as if you reached a part of him no one else ever had.

"Wish I could be there right now," He murmured, his voice dipping into something that made warmth bloom in your chest, "Not just to fill the quiet, but... I dunno, to see you, to really be with you,"

The words hit you harder than you expected, the honesty in them leaving you momentarily speechless. He wasn't teasing or trying to smooth-talk his way out of an awkward moment, it was just Atsumu, bare and unguarded in a way he rarely let himself be.

"You'll be back soon, right, tsum?" You replied, but even to your own ears, the words sounded hollow. There was a tremor in your voice, a longing you couldn't quite hide.

"Not soon enough," He shot back, the grin audible in his voice now, though there was a tension underneath it, "You've got no idea how much I-"

He cut himself off, the words catching in his throat. A beat of silence passed, his breathing uneven as he tried to find the courage to finish.

"Tsum?" You asked softly, your voice threading through the phone like a lifeline. It wasn't teasing, not this time, it was laced with something gentler, something that made his pulse hammer in his chest.

His name on your lips was enough to undo him. He exhaled sharply, and when he spoke, his voice was lower, rougher like he was balancing on the edge of restraint, "Ya don't make it easy for me, y'know," He murmured, his words drawn out, heavy with something unsaid.

The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine, his tone rich with a tension you couldn't ignore. There was no playful edge to it now, just raw honesty, dipped in a yearning that made your breath hitch.

"Every time I hear your voice," He continued, his voice rasping like he was barely holding himself together, "Its like... it's like you're right here, and I cant- I cant stop thinkin' about what it'd be like if ya were. If I could see you, touch you, hear you laugh 'cause yer too nervous to do anything else."

Atsumu's words were heavy, unfiltered, dripping with a longing that practically reached through the phone. You could hear the way his breathing shifted, uneven and shallow like he was struggling against the weight of what he was feeling. And then, a low, guttural groan slipped past his lips, quiet but undeniably raw, sending a wave of heat through you.

"God," He groaned out, "You've got no idea what yer doin' to me, do ya? I can't even think straight when it's you, the way ya talk, the way ya say my name like it's the only thing that matters..." His words trailed off into a shaky exhale as he palmed himself through his shorts.

You felt your face grow hot, your heart pounding so hard it was a wonder he couldn't hear it through the phone. You felt your core pool in your shorts as you listened to his shaky breathing.

"Tsum..." You whispered, your voice soft but laced with an edge of vulnerability you couldn't hide.

"Say it again," He interrupted, his tone almost desperate now, "Say my name,"

The way he said it sent another shiver through you, his voice dipping into something deeper, something that wrapped around you like a vice. And before you could stop yourself, you obeyed, his name falling from your lips in a way that left him completely undone.

"Shit," He let out a breathy moan, his breath ragged, "Im losin' it over here, I don't even care, just- just keep talkin' okay? Dont stop, needa' hear ya,"

His words were a plea, his tone dripping with an unrestrained intensity that left you dizzy. Every syllable seemed to pull you in further.

Atsumu couldn't handle the way his dick throbbed against his shorts, he craved and yearned for the sweet release, the intensity of his need, or his desire to hear you and feel you all too much, all past exhaustion seemingly slipping away with the shorts now wrapped around his thighs.

"Can never get enough of ya," The confession hung in the air like a promise.

You felt your fingers subconsciously trail down your body with soft whimpers as you listened to Atsumu, your noises only pushing him further.

"Ya gonna touch yerself? Wanna hear ya moanin' my name, need it s'bad," He said, his voice desperate as he began slowly stroking himself to the sound of your whimpers. He imagined how much better they'd sound if he was there, touching you, replacing the fingers that were now sliding down your puffy slit.

His words echoed in your mind, sending another rush of warmth through your veins, it made your heart race and your walls clench around nothing.

You closed your eyes, imagining how he looked with his big hands wrapped around his dick, imagining the blush that would spread across his face, how his skin would feel against your own.

"Bet ya look so cute right now, huh?" He let out, the strokes on his cock were steady as he bucked his hips up into his hand, letting the pleasure take over him in shuddering groans.

Your fingers were coated in your own wetness, you couldn't muster up anything, too nervous to form a sentence so you let your sounds do the talking for you. You slid a finger into your aching pussy, a soft moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

Atsumu smirked as he imagined the sight, "Just like that, fuck, ya sound so pretty, say my name," Atsumu mewled through gritted teeth, trying his best to hold onto his composure as his biceps trembled, pumping his cock sloppily, precum leaking from his tip and into his stroking hands.

"Tsum," You said in a low, drawn-out moan, the weight of his words spurring you on, leading you to insert another finger, you were glad he couldn't see the deep red that painted your cheeks.

"Hah, I bet you'd take me so well, wanna show ya how much I miss ya," He panted, feeling the all too familiar feeling of his climax swirling in his chest.

You slid your fingers in and out at a stable pace, the pleasure creeping up your spine as you arched your back, your clit rubbing against the flat of your palm forcing soft whimpers of need.

"Feels so good," You babbled, placing the phone down next to you on speaker so you could use your now free hand to rub circles on your clit. Your thighs trembled and your hips jerked up.

Atsumu's strokes became sloppy and messy as he neared the edge, "Are ya close? W-Want ya to cum with me," His voice wavered, his eyes now closed, fully concentrating on the sounds that were emitting from your mouth.

You felt your orgasm seeping into your core, the shake of your legs, the arch of your back, your mind was running wild.

"Yes, fuck, tsum, want you so bad," You mewled, the sound of your fingers sliding in and out of you filling the room.

The sound of your pussy drove Atsumu crazy, "Cum, baby, cum for me, yer such a good girl,"

His words were enough to make you spill over the edge, your orgasm hit you hard, and you couldn't contain the loud moan that erupted from your throat as your thighs snapped shut, your eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

Atsumu's climax followed soon after, being pushed by the sounds of your orgasm and the chanting of his name over and over. Ropes of white painted his hand and his jersey as groans of pure euphoria filled his hotel room, his hips jutting up into his fist to ride out his high with a shuddering groan.

The silence that followed was thick, hanging heavily between you. You both knew something had shifted, but neither of you seemed ready to acknowledge it. Atsumu was the first to break the quiet, his voice softer than it had been before, tinged with uncertainty.

"Uh, sorry, I-" He trailed off, the words clearly not coming out the way he'd intended. You could hear the tension in his tone and the way he was trying to find the right thing to say, but the weight of everything that had just passed was making it hard.

Another long pause stretched between you. It wasn't uncomfortable exactly, but it wasn't easy either. You could feel your heart beating a little faster than usual, your mind racing with thoughts. What does this mean? Where do we go from here?

"It's okay," You replied softly.

Atsumu let out a shaky breath, "You're sure its okay? 'Cause I... I didn't mean to make things weird,"

It was endearing, the way he still seemed unsure despite how confident he usually was. That vulnerability made the whole situation feel different, somehow. It was like both of you had just crossed a line that neither of you were prepared for, and now you were both trying to figure out what the next step was.

Atsumu took off his jersey and stared into the phone screen at your contact name, waiting for your next response.

"Yeah," You said, finally, your voice quiet, "It's just... a lot. I didn't expect... this," You weren't sure how else to put it, but he seemed to understand, his next words coming out more slowly, more carefully.

"I get it, I didnt either, guess I'm just... not great with this kind of thing, but I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," He admitted, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.

Your chest tightened a little at his words, and you found yourself smiling despite the awkwardness, "I'm not uncomfortable, just... processing,"

He let out a small laugh, a nervous one, "Yeah, me too, this is weird, huh?"

You both laughed, the sound easing some of the tension. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. You weren't sure where this would lead, or if it should lead anywhere, but for now, the air between you had shifted, and there was something strangely comforting about knowing you weren't the only one feeling a little lost in all of this.

"I guess we'll figure it out huh?" You said, your voice was a little more steady now, as you both tried to make sense of the unexpected bond that had formed between you.

Atsumu's response was quieter. but there was a gentleness there, "Yeah... we will."

navigation !

[part one]

[part two]

[part four]

146 notes · View notes