#baby miya

[littlethunderstormm]

my heart 😭 i feel so motherly about him

[portgasddom]

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Atsumi Miya - Third times the charm twin

Born - October 5, 1995

Was the reason the boys started playing volleyball. Remains undefeated against Atsumu. Loves eating with Osamu. Doesn’t plan to pursue Volleyball after graduation. Loves studying and reading. Is also the reason the boys started calling everyone scrubs. lol Also started dating the prestige Bokuto much to the brothers dismay.

This is just a preview not an actual chapter. I’m starting this story soon. ☺️ Just wanted to get the baby of the Miya’s introduction out in the open already.

Enjoy! 💛

@3njeru

Here she was again. Her second year with her team. Her last year with her Captain Etsuko Goro before she graduates. Atsumi Miya felt alive. Inarzaki’s students were cheering loudly… Louder than every other school as a matter of fact. Her heart was beating fast and her palms were sweaty. She wasn’t nervous, don't get her wrong.. She was excited! She was going to be on the same court her brothers will be playing on. She was going to take her team to the finals.

When her team got called to go to the court she was one of the last to come out. The hall felt longer than it normally did but it was all worth it in the end, the second she stepped foot through those doors the cheers increased. The drums the school hit matched her beating heart. Her smile lit up the stadium. Atsumi put a hand over her number.. #9.

Two less than her older brother Osamu who sported #11 and two more than her other eldest brother Atsumu who wore #7. She was right in the middle of her two most favorite people. She stood with her team as they were sending words of encouragement and started getting ready to go out. Atsumi looked around and right at the corner of the court where coaches and other team players stood were her two big brothers. Osamu held up a sign with #9 on it while Atsumu started yelling as soon as they got her attention.

“Oiiiii ya better win ya scrub or you can’t come home!” Atsumi laughed until tears started forming in her eyes.

“Remember that time I said I thought ya were cool? I lied ‘Tsumu.” Atsumu gasped and it was Osamu’s turn to laugh. “Pffft.”

“Let’s gooo girls.” Etsuko shouted. “In formation.”

“Wish me luck Brothers!” Atsumi waved while getting in her position. “I want to go home after all.”

Her eyes went feral. She has been waiting for this. She was ready. As soon as the ref blew the whistle the battle began. Atsumi prided herself on being an all rounder. She wanted to follow in her brother’s footsteps at being a setter and a wing spiker. What better way than to learn all the positions. It became a great asset for the girls teams and it showed. Inarizaki was in the lead.

Atsumi’s lungs burned, her arms were stinging and her legs were aching but gosh did she feel so alive! Her smile did not falter once throughout the game.

“Sumi!!!! Let’s Go Sumi!!” The crowd cheered. Atsumi closed her eyes and basked in the cheers. They were already in their second set with a lead again. It was almost over and disappointment started seeping in her bones.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Lets Go Baby!! Give it your all!” Bokuto shouted from the stands while cheering for her. There he was. Her third most favorite person. Her boyfriend Kotaro Bokuto.

“Ehhhh what are ya doing here ya scrub. Don’t ya got somewhere else to be?” Atsumu yelled courtside at him. Osamu was quiet but glared over his shoulder and his sister’s boyfriend.

Bokuto smiled. “I am here cheering on my girl.” Akaashi facepalmed.

Atsumi giggled while receiving the balls. Although she was concentrating on the game, hearing her brothers argue with her boyfriend gave her so much enjoyment. Before she knew it the ref blew the final whistle and the Inarizaki side started celebrating. She closed her eyes again and listened to everything around her. Atsumi really wished she could have this moment for life.

[uc1wa]

my sweet atsumu who has the image of a player, of a total himbo whore to most of japan; especially when he moves straight from high school to playing professional volleyball

atsumu who gets constant migraines because of how much this bothers him; every morning, opening his phone to his pr manager, sending him a new article with a headline about a potential love interest for him. he wishes he didn't have to hire the man, but that's what top athletes worldwide do. several answers of no and he gets ready for the day.

atsumu miya who has never been in a relationship with a girl. he never gave himself the chance to think about crushes or the dating scene. since his youth, he's been committed to studying and training; landing him the career he shines in now.

so when hinata convinces him to make a dating profile, and one day when he matches with you and continues a conversation with you (it's a bit hard if he's being honest), he decides to pull the trigger: "would you want to grab a bite to eat sometime this week?"

a day or two later, he wants to cancel. he's shaking the hour he woke up, getting hardly any sleep the night before even though he had an entire day of training before the dinner date the two of you had planned. pacing around the room, miscalculating sets to his spikers, he's a nervous mess because what grown man hasn't gone on a single date in his life yet? atsumu miya is who.

[terrible-leviathan]

Its the same picture

[lowkeyremi]

⚠ not proofread cuz I'm tired. enjoy!!!

Moments before disaster struck, soft babbles and tiny feet smacking against the floor were unmistakable to the ears. While your husband "chases" the fourteen month old baby who's wobbly on their feet, you're finishing up some work.

As of recent, your baby has become a better walker, they still crawl around and wobble a little bit, but they're walking none the less. From their perspective, those tiny little legs make them unstoppable. In order to avoid being caught by their daddy, they must "run" away.

"I go get you!!!" He says in his little baby voice, watching his baby stop to look at him with a gummy smile that contains around four or five teeth.

Baby quickly turns around, their little legs carrying them as fast as they'll go and suddenly they bump into the wooden door frame that leads into your bedroom.

The bump was pretty loud and you just know that had to hurt. The joy on your baby's face soon turns into a little pouty frown and baby starts crying out in pain.

"Uh oh! Let daddy see." He rushes over to pick up his chubby little baby. Your husband examines baby's forehead which has a little knot forming on it.

The hollering gets louder as he tries to comfort the infant.

"It's okay. Look at daddy!" He tries making silly faces which distracts the baby's one track mind for a few seconds. They remember what they were doing previously and starts up the tears again.

"Mommy!!!" He yells out; unsure of what to do. He's slightly panicking seeing his baby in so much stress and pain like this... maybe you'll know what to do.

Relief floods through him when you come and take the little baby out of his arms.

"[baby's name] got a little boo boo on their forehead. I was chasing them and they bumped into the frame over there."

Baby stops crying when they're in your arms. You giggle softly at how quickly baby changes up.

"Did you just play your daddy? Yes you did! Oh yes you did." You ask in a soft baby voice. Baby starts to clap and giggle, you're sure they don't even grasp what you're saying.

"I did not get played by a baby!"

"Yes you did. Their boo boo was not as bad as you made it out to be." As soon as your husband tries to argue back, Baby has some words of their own:

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Baby says with a mouth full of fingers.

"That's exactly what I was saying. Daddy got played." Your husband stands in your room completely dumbfounded by what just happened while watching you walk out of the room with baby in your arms.

MHA

Midoriya, Mirio, KIRISHIMA

Haikyuu

ATSUMU, Hinata, KUROO, Suna, Tendou

JJK

YUJI, Choso, Yuta, GOJO

[sun-sandwich]

Brainless MSBY

[beangfrisky]

round three

singledad!atsumu thinks about his pretty neighbor night and day weeks after she’s moved in. constantly brainstorming ways to go and say hi or invite you over

singledad!atsumu falls asleep on the couch one morning and his baby girl sneaks out of the house to go visit you. you offer to make her a hot chocolate and sit in your back yard together. a few minutes later atsumu shrieks inside his house and frantically calls his daughter

singledad!atsumu sighs in relief when he opens his back door to see you pointing at her sitting on your back doorstep. he laughs it off and joins the two of you while he lectures his daughter about leaving the house alone

singledad!atsumu quickly feels less panicked as you giggle at his jokes. you offer to make him a hot chocolate too but he declines and insists you sit and enjoy yours. the three of you listen to the birds chirping and spend the morning talking together

singledad!atsumu reluctantly gets up to leave when his brother calls to tell him they’re late for family time. he laughs and apologizes for having to leave so soon. his brother will kill him if he doesn’t get to spend time with his niece

one two

[hoejosatoru]

Atsumu is a bit of a cocky guy. He's good and he knows it, so why shouldn't he be proud? But there is nothing that fuels his ego more than you showing up to his game in his jersey. When he spots you in the crowd, his number across your chest. Now he can't lose.

Atsumu is laser focused during games. But that doesn't mean you aren't at the back of his mind. He's sneaks peaks at you after he's made a good play, loving the way you jump and scream for him. He can't help but think about thinking about the other ways he'll make you scream later.

Atsumu knows you know the drill. Wait outside the locker room for the "coast is clear" text. He's buzzing from his win and his desire for you. When he sees you up close, his cock immediately throbs with need. Fuck baby, so pretty with my name on you. He takes your hand, making you do a little twirl. He loves how big the jersey is on you, a visual of how much bigger he is than you.

Atsumu finds the nearest flat surface to bend you over, yanking down your bottoms. The jersey stays on his slides his cock into your velvety walls. He groans, watching how your slick cunt sucks him in. Been thinking about this y/n? Bet you were fantasizing about getting fucked the whole game. You moan in response, the sweetest sound to his ears.

Atsumu isn't looking to take his time. All he can think of is emptying himself in you, while you're adorned in his jersey. How it is the ultimate way to claim you as his. His grip on you is near bruising as he thrusts fast and hard inside you. He slides a finger around front to play with your clit, taking you breath away. Your pussy flutters as your orgasm floods your body.

Atsumu lets out the sexiest groans as he cums inside you. His stamina let's him fuck you at a good pace until you're both squirming form overstimulation. He loves watching his cum drip out of you and will even take a picture if you let him. One thing he makes very clear: you're to wear his jersey to every game from now on.

[emmyrosee]

Pls this is just so cute imagine hisako doing this jskwmdnmd https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNF4vyYQ/

PLEASEEEE ONCE MIYA!#2 COMES 🥺

Atsumu is a tired dad. He is! He’s got a lot on his plate and mind, keeping his career blossoming and his love for you and the kids absolutely iron strength, he just gets so sleepy and always is the first one to volunteer to nap with the baby.

You’d sent him off a few hours ago to rest with the tiny boy, leaving you to get started on dinner and him to nap and reset his body.

Hisako watched you dice vegetables for maybe all of four minutes before she went and searched for her father, only to see him curled up with her brother on the bed, snoring away. She pouts her tiny lip out and crawls in bed next to him, gently moving the baby to the left so she can burrow into her father’s side. He doesn’t flinch, merely curling around her tiny frame and cradling the back of her head like he did with his son.

You call them for dinner, but when no one responds, you make your way up the stairs with no real rush, assuming they’d all be curled against each other for warmth.

And you were right.

You smile as your son suckles on his pacifier a few feet away from his father, Hisako curled in the bend of Atsumu’s side. There’s a baby blanket haphazardly covering your little boy, and the bigger blanket covering your four year old. You plop on the bed in the curve of Atsumu’s knee, gently rubbing his knee cap to stir him awake. “Baby…”

“Baby?” He mumbles out. “Wha’ ‘bout the baby?”

You chuckle, “no- you’re my baby.” You see him smile and slowly open his eyes, blinking the sleep from them before looking down at Hisako, still sound asleep in his arms.

There’s a tense moment in his body before it relaxes into laughter at seeing what his tiny terror has done, cradling her closer to him before sitting up.

“Guess she missed daddy,” you hum, pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.

He chuckles, “who wouldn’t? I’m pretty great.”

He whines as you give him a playful swat on the back of his head.

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[khlowewei]

GUESS WHOS BACK FROM HER HIATUS!!!!!!!!

[temeyes]

timeskip!miya atsumu for my soul (cuz im sick bleugh)

[bagsyy]

ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[maytaiii]

recent events in the Miya household

[uc1wa]

tags: fem reader, is called ‘mama’, you ‘n tsumu have a baby, fluff, suggestive, self indulgent i am having atsumu withdrawals

"who’s home?" you exclaim in a whisper to your wide-eyed baby who’s sat in your kitchen in front of you. her brows raise at the changed tone in your voice and the sound of the door. though she’s not of the age where words can fully be formulated, her eyes form small crescents as she reads over your face. small eyes matching your own and tiny baby teeth smiling as wide as yours.

the door opens and you hear a rustle of a backpack and coat, shoes making their way in before the door is locked with a click.

atsumu knew he wanted to have a baby with you. agreed to start trying after he’d won his first olympics, and a swollen belly became visible the first time you’d set down the pill and welcomed him with open legs.

"mmm," the blonde walks into the kitchen that’s lit up, smelling the food that you’d made and humming a satisfied moan. but he dramatically pauses in his tracks the second his daughter makes eye contact with him.

"who’s that?" he asks, face feigning innocence and curiosity. the same routine occurs every day, your baby knows it just as well. little legs flying to kick, accidentally hitting your arm, and small arms doing the same. a mixture of babbles following.

"is that…" he starts slowly, making his way to the high chair she’s sat at, arms extending towards his baby with a bib latched around her neck. "…my baby girl?" he finally exclaims, hands finding the underneath of her own, lifting her and bringing her to his broad chest—ignorant, or… he just doesn’t care about the baby food that smears from her bib to his practice jersey.

it’ll be washed anyways.

"you’re gonna make her throw up," you amuse, watching the way he holds her with a wide smile. the way he bounces her around when she hasn’t finished half of her food yet.

"‘s okay, mama. i’ll wash clothes tonight," he finally rests her against his chest, peering over her shoulder to you with a grin. "dinner smells good, what’d ya cook me, hm?" atsumu winks, taking a few steps to where you’re sat in front of a high chair, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

and then he stays there another beat. "give mama a kiss," he says in a silly baby voice, widening his eyes once more to match your baby’s. and maybe she understood those words, but it made you laugh the way her arms reached to grab either side of your head. pulling hair as he pushed her messy lips to your cheek.

"ya love mama? mhm, me too," atsumu chimes, standing back up with your baby, finding a chair that was sat beside you and taking a seat.

he sets her tiny form on the table for a few seconds, knowing that if she did make any quick movements, you’d grab her while he slung his msby backpack over his shoulder and to the floor. then his big hands found her again, tickling her belly while holding his hand out for you to place her food for him to feed her.

"gonna make our plates," you smile at the two of them and their interactions.

and just like every night, you both finish eating sitting side by side. atsumu throws some clothes into the wash as he lays your baby down to sleep. and somehow, some way, he’s pulling you into the shower with him, like always.

because he knows you take the best care of your sweet baby while he’s away at games and practice and work. "mama deserves to be taken care of too," he reminds you, hot water dripping from his lips to yours.

[youwerethedefeated]

Today I'm thinking about that All stars match audio drama and how both Oikawa and Atsumu keep hounding Kageyama and bothering him about the curry commercial - giving him "advice", and he takes it all so seriously 😭

And, like, idk how canonical the story is - if Furudate wrote it, if it was someone else, or if the VAs were just improvising a bit - but I still find it really funny that, in universe, this interaction happens approximately FOUR WHOLE YEARS after Kageyama's commercial came out.

Four years later Atsumu and Oikawa are still not over it. (And Iwa-chan says Oikawa watched that commercial dozens of times.) Like. Man. Go get some publicity of your own and leave Kageyama alone!

Tl;dr Atsumu and Oikawa are two jealous bitches and Kageyama is too innocent

[rintoorou]

having the miya twins as your brothers would mean them betting over who’d cry on your wedding first