#but of course i have a soft spot for miya LOL

[tamayokny]

i'm watching sk8 the infinity in english dub for the first time and i like it so far

[ayyyez]

At this point your ask box is like my second home on here lol

BUT since you're going camping irl soon, do you have any hcs for any of the haikyuu characters doing the same? Ex, who's the tent pitching pro, who can't be left unsupervised otherwise they'll get lost, who has never gone camping before and would much rather be on their phone, who's stealing all the good snacks, who's telling ghost stories just to scare tf outta the others, etc 😂

Thanks bestie and have fun on your trip <3

A/N: weeeeeelcoooommeeee~ to myyyy kitcheeeen we have bananas annnd avacadoeeesssss~ lmao but yeah honestly you live here now welcome back~ ehe I had fun on my trip so thank you and I am bursting with these kinds of hcs so I'm doing them now! (If anyone wants to see more with other characters feel free to send them in)

TAGS: headcanons, fluff, general, camping headcanons, teasing, petname: babe, suggestive content but nothing explicit

CHARACTERS: Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintarou

MIYA OSAMU:

The natural camper who looks hot doing everything without even trying. He just knows what he's doing and makes it look so effortless too.

Knows what to pack and generally already owns everything as he's been on camping trips before in his youth. Enjoys the outdoors every now and again.

Very good and getting everything organised and is very patient with everyone who isn't Atsumu so if it's just you two it's a calm trip to organise lol if not then be prepared for the usual sibling shenanigans of course.

When it comes to food he's got you covered. With meals he specially premakes dishes that keep easily in the cooler. Likes baked dishes too as well as some easy ones like his specialty onigiri—various kinds of course. Makes sure to include your favourite(s).

Has thermouses for hot and cold water so he can make you tea, coffee and get you plenty of water. Takes you shopping for snacks. Such a motherduck in that he makes you take healthy snacks as well as the snacks you want. Its what his ma taught him.

Will dead ass make you a baggie that has some carrot and cucumber sticks in it to make sure your eating healthy. Gives you a little bento for the road with your onigiri and other dishes in it.

Makes sure you two have the most comfortable mattress. The thing he always hated about camping was having a crappy mattress and hearing Atsumu toss in the night next to him.

Likes to be the one driving. Asks you to hand feed him food and snacks while he drives. Lets you pick the music and has you navigate him to the site. Likes to call it team work. Big sweetie.

When the two of you get there he gets you to pick out a good spot while he insists on unpacking. Then the two of you set up together. He's more than happy to take charge if you don't know what to do but he likes it to be a team effort.

Just watch him though he looks so hot reading over the instructions then sloting everything together. He's so soft and sweet when asking you to do things. Always with a soft smile. He's just always soft with you.

Everything goes up smoothly with Osamu handling it. Asks you to handle the mattress while he sets up the tarps and everything else. It's hard not to just stare at him honestly.

The man just oozes sex appeal and he's just doing his thing. Not even showing off on purpose. His camping clothes too. Those shirts fit his chest and arms nicely mhmmm.

Offers you water and snacks after. Gives you little kisses and nuzzles your cheek as a reward for all your help and hard work. He's just such a sweetie.

Osamu really thrives outdoors. Likes going on hikes but will keep them to whatever level you like. The Miya comes out sometimes and he'll do a little show off and climb a tree or jump in a river and tackle you in. He's still playful and cheeky.

If he's able, will offer you piggy backs, appreciates the offer if it's able to be reversed too. If not will offer to at least carry your things. Always offering you water. Sometimes the cheeky side comes out and he just squirts it in your face. Do it back and have water fight.

Loves cooking outdoors too. Feed him and let him feed you. Smoosh a bit on his face but expect retaliation.

Sleeping can get cheeky too. Peppered kisses over your face, tickling his hands down your sides. Sometimes you just have to pin him down and pay him back.

Camping with Osamu is a dream. It's all fun and laughter.

KUROO TETSUROU:

The man with a plan who takes you on the trip thinking he's going to be able to show off his skills but nothing goes according to plan.

The trip there is fine of course. The man is organised to a T. He looking into the place, booked the site, went shopping and bought everything well in advance. He's really paricular about certain things like that and likes things done a certain way.

As soon as the two of you get there though and it's time to set up (time for him to start showing off his 'skills' that's when things go well...downhill for poor Kuroo).

Now he's sure he's following the instructions for pitching the tent! It's how the picture looks! He wants to look cool for you! But tripping over the same pole three times is a bit... uncool (totally endearing because he cares so much).

You cautiously enquire a few times. 'Babe, would you like me to help?'

'No no no babe! This is my job I promised I'd do the hard work you just relax and take in the view.' It would have been hot if he didn't have a piece of rope stuck to his forehead—now it's just plain adorable how hard he's trying.

Another fifteen minutes of unsubtle cursing and you gotta put your foot down and confess you know how to set up a tent and 'Wow babe you've impressed me with your perseverance, all your heavy lifting was hot honestly but please let me help the process.' Gotta preserve his ego a little ya'know.

Especially since you get it up in another 10 minutes. He's a little pouty after that but not sullen enough not to be proud of you. He's just frustrated with himself.

He gets bit frustrated when his VERY carefully planned out plans don't execute perfectly. That's your cue to butter him up.

'Hey babe, you going to show me how you make a fire?' Stroke those arms a little and he's puffing that chest back out.

'Oh, you wanna see me showing off my wilderness skills ey?'

That gets him back in the game. He's such an adorable dork honestly. Now look this doesn't go to plan either because he's sure he packed the fire starter kit! He knows he did!

Ten minutes of frantically pulling out all the bags he FINALLY finds it. He's a little red faced and embarassed again and you can playfully tease him but make sure you talk up those fire starting skills too.

He's actually pretty good at whipping up tasty meals outdoors. Brings a portable cooker and hotplate type setup. Makes you hot drinks and snuggles up to you with a blanket. Brings marshmallows to roast.

Despite his little set up hiccups he's very good at packing. Remembers everything you could possibly need and more. Chargers, food, snacks and those little extra luxuries to make your stay more comfortable.

Is also smart enough not to camp anywhere too off the trail as to get lost. He's just a little clumsy when it comes to showing off because the universe always seems to be against him in that regard.

The best part about camping with Kuroo is snuggling in the tent in the evening. Doesn't skimp on the mattress. It's soooo comfy and the blankets are cozy. He's also just so warm and cheeky so it's loads of fun.

MIYA ATSUMU:

DO NOT I repeat DO NOT let this man camp anywhere that isn't an official site with phone reception or he will get lost and you will never see him again.

It's best in general not to leave him unsupervised because he thinks he can camp by himself but he forgets he palms a lot of the stuff off to Osamu so it's safe to say make sure you know what you're doing if it's just the two of you lmao.

Similar to Kuroo in that he would want to take you camping to show off his cool side. Wants to show you how he can rough it and set up everything FOR YOU!

He's been camping before a few times so he thinks he's used to it but once he gets there and he's setting up the tent that's when he thinks I don't remember it being this hard. And that's when he recalls palming off certain things to Osamu and he regrets his whole life.

At one point considers snapping the tent poles in half to make them fit because 'These damn instructions don't make any damn sense!' Yeah you're totally supposed to build your own tent by cutting it up dear.

That's the point you gotta stop him or you'll be sleeping under a tree. It's either you pitching the tent or giving up and going home (maybe a sneaky call to Osamu if you have no idea, he'll calmly talk you through it but DO NOT tell Atsumu lmao)

Atsumu's version of bringing food is bringing meat to bbq. He's good with meat and that's really it. You have to bring in the back ups and alternatives because that's all he's got. This man bring meat.

He actually almost forgot his phone too but he remembered it because he needed to use maps to get to the site lmao. He was so focused on making sure it was charged the night before he almost left it there charging.

Doesn't forget much in the way of supplies its mostly little things here and there and its remembered as the day goes on.

'Oh you know what I forgot! Tea Towels!'

'It's alright we have paper napkins we can probably use.'

'Oh shit! I remembered my toothbrush but forgot toothpaste!'

'I have mine it's fine.'

'Babe I forgot to pack extra socks can I wear yours?'

You snort. 'Sure! Did you remember underwear?'

'Ahhhhh.' There's a long pause. 'YES!'

Atsumu also has lots of activies planned. He's not amazing at it but he does like having a go at fishing. Does his best to teach you if you don't know how. Accepts pointers and likes you teaching him things if you're a pro.

If it's a hotter season he loves swimming in rivers or if you're by a beach, likes to go in the ocean. Bonus points if he can knock a volleyball around there. Even just having space to put up a net is great to knock a ball around.

Always remembers the bug repellent because he's not the biggest fan of bugs. Has those special sunglasses for camping trips. Its how you know he's on holiday lmao. It's a big dad vibe.

Honestly camping with Atsumu is fun either way and his forgetting things and clumsiness when it comes to setting up kind of becomes a fun thing in itself.

SUNA RINTAROU

He is not a natural camper at all. Honestly he would take a lot of convincing to even go camping in the first place.

It would have to be some version of glamping. Not literally glamping but his negotiation would be a location with a shower block and toilet that wasn't disguisting because he has standards.

This dude is NOT squatting in the woods only to get taken out by a bear or something. He just can't. He's already iffy about the tent like can't you two get a cabin at least? No? Fine but you're going and buying the BEST pump up mattress money can buy.

The tent is also going to be a spacious pop up easy to manage tent that this tall guy can stand up in because he's not walking around like an upside down L every time he wants to go indoors.

He's also investing in battery packs because he wants to have his phone in working order. And he's not using any of that sleeping bag nonsence. It's too sweaty. You’re bringing your nice blankets and sheets and pillows from home. He doesn't give a shit if they get dirty, he'll do the washing, alright?

The two of you do a big shopping trip before you leave to stock up on snacks. He really likes that part because its fun splurging on things you don't normally get. Picks flavours you like and things that sound fun to try.

'Hey we should get weird sounding flavours and try them on the road trip there.' He suggests. That's his way of trying to get into it. He also offers to drive because he doesn't mind longer trips. Also makes a playlist for the journey and one for the camp.

Once you two get there and start setting up he's very good about everything. Helps out with the tent since the two of you got easy to manage equipment everythings up very quickly. Helps bangs the pegs down. 'Huh this wasn't so bad.'

YES HE'S COMING AROUND! He also looks so cute in his camping clothes he bought. He went all out for you and threw together the most fashionable camping look.

Also insists on buying the best cooking equipment so you two can make good food. Doesn't want any of that packet, dehydrated crap. Wants noodles and rice and real food like meat and vege.

Isn't super into outdoorsy activities as a whole but doesn't mind low grade hikes and going for walks. Likes taking pictures of you and selfies of the two of you. Enjoys the trip because it's time together just the two of you.

If you went with a group of people I feel like Suna would be the one telling ghost stories to creep people out (ehem Atsumu) but if it's just the two of you then probably not

Stands by everything he was firm on. Especially when it comes time to shower and use the bathroom lol.

When the two of you go to bed he's like 'Aren't you glad we spent the extra money on THIS mattress.'

'Sure Rin.' You just kiss him so he shuts up.

'Hey, I've never done it on an air mattress before.'

Yep he goes there but hey there's not much to door on a camping trip at night so why not?

[titsuya]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

↳ # [GIVE ME] SOMETHING GOOD TO EAT

miya osamu x f!reader

! ও synopsis: osamu loves to cum inside you, but what happens when you wanna taste?

! ও warning: established relationship, technically a “forced” creampie (but reader is ok with it! also it’s more breeding than creampie but.. yea) slight dacryphilia, praise, overstimulation, pussy eating, cum swapping !, messy kisses, slight crybaby!reader MINORS DNI 18+

! ও wc: 1.2k+

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SNOWBALLING [or to snowball] (v.) the act of passing cum from person to person in such a way that the amount of cum increases (according to the urban dictionary)

for example:

it’s been hours with osamu’s cock thrusting in and out of you and countless orgasms leaving your body. you can’t really take much more, your achy legs and trembling body… you’re just tired.

you look at him, his mouth hung open and beads of sweat on his forehead dampening his hair making it stick to his skin. how can you resist? you can’t help but cum and cry all over his cock with his face looking like that.

“‘s-samu! please!” you cry out, tears of overstimulation slipping from your lust filled eyes. “i-i can’t! t-too— hah! too much!”

he moans, watching the tears fall from your eyes, “what do ya want, pretty girl?” he leans in close to you while continuing to brutally fuck your creamy cunt. “wan’ me to cum in the pretty pussy of yours?”

you arch your back, vigorously shaking your head no, “mouth! wan’it in my mouth, please!” you beg, tears still falling with the fat tip of his cock ramming into your cervix with every stroke.

you can see the glint of disappointment in his eyes. he always cums inside. he just adores it— loves it. the feeling of pumping his seed so deep inside you that it’s nearly impossible for you not to get pregnant.

but he absolutely loves the thrill of not knowing if you will or not. of course he wants a kid. badly. that’s why he cums in you every time. it’s why he secretly hopes that his seed will take. he wants to see your belly grow with his child. he wants to see his pretty little wife become a mother. he wants that domesticity in his life— needs it.

“baby, c’mon,” he rasps, slowing his pace down a little. “it’s october, yer always talking ‘bout havin’ a summer baby… just lemme cum in ya,”

you whine, shaking your head, with a pleading look on your face, “no! you always do! i wanna tas— fuck!” you’re cut off by the impossibly fast pace that he’s started.

you can’t even form a concrete thought, your brain turning to mush as you feel his cock hitting ever sweet spot inside of you. it’s not long before you come undone for the nth time of the night. it’s when you hear his loud groan and string of curses and the warm load of his cum deep in your pussy when you realize what’s happened.

“sorry, princess, yer pussy always feels so fuckin’ good. ya know i can’t help it,” he pants, softly, still coming down from his high. “are you alright?”

you sniffle with a large pout etched on to your face, avoiding his question, turning your head to look away from him.

he furrows his brows when he hears your sniffle and watches you avoid his eyes. he frowns, “baby? yer not mad at me, right?” he asks, worried. if he had truly known you didn’t want it, he wouldn’t have done it. maybe i shouldn’t have… he thinks to himself.

you sigh at his soft voice, turning your head back to look at him, “‘m not mad… but i told you what i wanted, ‘samu…”

you realized how childish you sound— being so mad at something that you usually love, so you don’t really end up voicing your thoughts. a simple, ‘s fine, falls from your lips as you just want to clean up and get ready for bed.

but osamu is smarter than that. he knows you are upset about it, or else you would’ve thanked him with a soft kiss and a smile. he spread your legs open and watches the cum dribble out of your used up hole.

he crouches down, calloused hands grasping the back of your plush thighs, groping them ever so softly. you watch him, carefully, unsure of what he’s about to do.

“‘samu—“

he cuts you off, shushing you, softly, “shh, lemme make it up to, doll,” he squeezes the flesh tight for a few seconds before his honey like voice fills your ears again. “you just be a good girl and open your mouth when i tell you to.”

you nod, obediently, as you always would.

he places gentle kisses down your thigh, muttering under his breath about how beautiful you are and how much he adores you. he stops once he reaches your messy folds, smirking before he looks up at you.

your eyes are wide as you stare at him, heavily anticipating his next move. he presses his tongue against your hole, licking up your entire pussy, groaning at the taste, making you gasp and yelp out his name.

he sucks and slurps the mix of your cum, tonguing in and out of your hole, trying to get all of the cum that he can into his mouth.

“‘samu, fuck! ‘s sensitive!” you moan, running your fingers into his hair, grasping for your life. “s-stop!”

he does as he’s told, pulling his mouth off of you, a small smile on his face. he watches as your chest heaves up and down and takes your hand in his to pull you up towards him.

he looks you in your eyes and taps your cheek, signaling he wants your mouth open. you do as your told— or motioned to— and open wide, waiting for whatever it is he’s doing. he roughly grasps your chin and moves his head over yours.

and then it happens so fast, the last thing you were expecting. a mix of your cum and his cum and spit, trailing out of his mouth and into yours. he watches the spit compile onto your tongue and once he’s done, he smirks at your face of shock.

“such a good baby—mmph!“ you cut him off by shoving your fingers into his mouth. you stand on your knees to reach his height and hold his mouth open to spit the large blob of spit and cum back into his mouth and finally pressing your lips against his.

you shove your tongue into his mouth to get some back into yours, feeling some of the salty substance slip down your chin with how aggressive you are. he moans into your mouth, the cum passing between the two of you makes him breathless. he pulls you back by your hair and gasps, loudly.

“god damn, baby,” he pants, chuckling breathily. “‘m i forgiven?”

you’re not sure how, but the ache in your core is back and stronger than earlier. maybe it was the messy kiss you shared with your handsome husband-to-be or if it was the fact that you have sex drive of an animal, but whatever it was— it needed to be fixed.

“i’ll forgive you… if you give me a summer baby…” you smirk, laying back down on the bed, pliant and ready for a round 2.

“yer wish is my command, princess.”

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[atsubaka]

the type of dads they'd be

w atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa, oikawa, iwa, kuroo, bokuto & ushijima

warnings: all characters are aged up (married), everyone has daughters cuz i'm soft for that kind of crap, and just domestic stuff ig

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✵ atsumu

ya know those types of dads your friends crush on? that's atsumu. whenever he picks up your daughter from kindergarten after training, your child is always surrounded by a mob of girls from her class - some were even from the higher grade levels 💀 they'd squeal so loud when they spot your husband's sports car come into view, making your daughter think he's their dad. they would even gossip about how lucky you were, to have been married to the blonde and how you're probably not even that pretty 🙄 atsumu would be nice to these girls - thinking they were d/n's friends, while they were obviously only being chummy with you bc ur dad was a pro athlete. so d/n couldn't help but throw a dirty smirk their way when her dad carries her and gives her a kiss on the cheek. d/n's not sharing lol

bonus: imagine the look on those girls' faces when both you and atsumu pick up your daughter the next day. they thought u were a literal mowdel cuz u hot sis 💅 #powercouple

✵ osamu

perfect husband? mhmm. loving father? oh yes. i see osamu as the family type of guy, who's a super chill parent but isn't lacking in the disciplining department. he's fully aware of the spats he and tsumu had when growing up, so he knows how important it is to be fair in everything involving his twin girls. they want the same toy? samu will buy another one. a twin gets something the other doesn't? daddy osamu to the rescue. what he does have trouble diving equally however, is his attention. to your dismay, both of your girls are daddy's girls - and they'd always argue about who gets to his on your husband's lap, or play with his hair, and even help him make meals. it's exhausting, but your husband wouldn't want it any other way. they're his girls after all, but it doesn't help the fact that you sometimes compete with your kids over his attention lol.

✵ suna

your husband and daughter drive you insane. they're like the exact same person who honestly share the same brain cell. all they do is nap, nap, nap - and you guessed it! NAP 24/7 while you're left doing all the chores. bless ur poor back 🥲 you were pretty sure the both of them have atleast ten hours of sleep at night, sometimes a bit less for rin whenever he games with the miyas, but they always seem to be so tired. it also doesn't help that your husband is absolute trash at telling d/n off, so you're left to do all the disciplining. making you the "evil" parent while your daughter sees rin as her saviour. everytime there's an issue, it's always 2 against 1 (ur the minority babe) and you've had enough! when u start ignoring the both of them and giving them the "passive aggressive" treatment, u bet they got their act together and are now at your beck and call 😌

✵ oikawa

another one who just can't say no his darling princess 😔 oikawa would spoil your daughter rotten, to the point where it becomes too much. anything she demands, he hands it to her on a gold platter. clothes, jewelry, toys, electronics, and even her own debit card 💀 (may i remind u d/n's only 6) it's gotten to the stage wherein your daughter was growing up to be super stuck up and over her head. you tried putting her in her place, but the brat doesn't listen to you. lol she doesn't even listen to her father. but to be fair, oikawa doesn't even try scolding d/n, all she has to do is whine and throw out her puppy dog eyes and all is forgiven. but u know who can put your daughter in her place? uncle iwa-chan ✋ both your husband and d/n literally line up saluting whenever iwa comes over - courtesy to your invitation of course. after a few whacks to oikawa's head and a firm talking with d/n, the house 👏is 👏 in 👏 order👏 .... until they get sloppy and u call iwa again.

✵ iwa

finally, somebody you can actually rely on 💀 Iwa's the ideal father figure, and any offspring of his can easily pass for a veteran's account. as ive mentioned in oiks's hc, iwa's an expert at dealing with spoiled children and adults so it's practically a given that he'll be the one doing most of the correcting when it comes to handling d/n. babe's a brat magnet i swear since this is iwa's child we're talking about, your daughter doesn't even have tantrums, even if she doesn't get what she wants. d/n's respectful, obedient, and everything oikawa's child isn't lol. despite being stern though, iwa's really soft with his family. he does d/n's hair and picks out her outfit for pre-school. after picking her up, he'll sometimes take her out for ice-cream, or if she does especially well in a test, he'll reward her by getting her something he knows she would like. 10/10 father material 🙌

✵ kuroo

good luck to d/n cuz this one's the type to embarrass his kid in front of other people. ya know those parents that demand a kiss when dropping off their kid? hm yup, this is kuroo. when his daughter refused to, man literally followed her outside and it's like time legit stopped when he dramatically called out d/n's name. other kids started whispering, so sucking up her pride, your daughter quickly gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, and turned to leave. but being the annoying piece of *censor* kuroo is, he turns her around and asked her to kiss his other cheek too cuz "it's not fair." ... yo, d/n's so done rn ✋ it's her first day of kindergarten and her dad's already messing it up. as well all know, kuroo's a dorky man, so yes - expect the dad jokes 💀 he thinks he's so smooth, and d/n actually asks you if you regret marrying him. on the contrary, your daughter is very, very, very smart. she memorized the entire periodic table, knows how to explain the concept of acids and bases, reads about chemical reactions, and listens to chemistry podcasts. all at the tender age of seven years old 💅 so in a way, she does take after your husband.

✵bokuto

that really fun dad every kid is jealous of. bo would be a very affectionate father, always squishing d/n's cheeks or spinning her around the living room. it's so precious how he loves showing your daughter off to his teammates, and buying her souvenirs from the places msby travelled to. they'll have this best friend dynamic where you're the third wheel 🤡 that doesn't mean they don't love you though! because they fight for your affections like all the time. like, if they went out somewhere together and you stay at home - they'll make it a race to see who could get to you first when they come back. they'll be such babies about it technically d/n is a baby, and bo's considered one too rip expect these two to always been hugging or whining for your attention. it's all fun and games until one of them becomes emo tho. yup, it runs in the blood so d/n inherited your husband's ridiculous mood swings. if one of them is in a bad mood, the other one who will quickly follow. ur starting to think it's a disease 💀 better have akaashi on speed dial 📲

✵ sakusa

he's super observant! he knows everything there is to know about d/n. from the curl of her hair all the way down to what shoe size fits her. he knows right away if something's wrong, so of your daughter comes home feeling sad, but tries her best to smile, believe me - he knows. sakusa wouldn't confront her about it head on, but would gently coax d/n into confiding in him herself. he understand how important space and patience is, so he implements this in his parenting. once d/n tells him about what's bothering her, he'll listen quietly to what she has to say. your husband may be the silent and aloof type, but you and your daughter bring out a completely different side to him. a side nobody thought even existed, so consider yourself lucky.

✵ ushijima

the type of dad that goes, "go ask your mother" whenever his daughter asks him for permission for something. dads are honestly more lenient than moms, so your daughter always goes to your husband first whenever she wants something, and this man - after being duped by d/n so many times before finally learned how to take a stand. little does your poor husband know... whenever she wants chocolate at night, or wants to stay up passed her bedtime she asked ushijima and when he'd bring up whether or not d/n's asked you for permission, she lies and says you have. toshi, oh poor, poor toshi, doesn't believe his sweet pumpkin to be a liar so he believes her 🥲 that is, until you arrive home and demand an explanation for all the mess.

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[blessedlance]

pretty baby.

[r18+]

[wc:] 4k

[cw:] sub!atsumu, softdom!reader, femdom, oral (f. receiving), riding, pegging, mommy kink, puppy kink, minor dacryphilia, collar-play, restraints

! haikyuu manga timeskip spoilers. atsumu is 24. !

a/n: oh my god i haven’t written for leisure in literally 10 years i hope this is bearable LOL. @luvsicksubs​ wrote a lil tidbit about sub!atsumu a while ago and i have not known peace ever since so big thank you to ari for the inspo! pls enjoi :9

Atsumu’s been gone lately. A lot.

 Too much.

 You know it’s not his fault. The Jackals' practices have been brutal lately. So when Atsumu does eventually trudge his way back to your shared apartment every evening, he can only muster up enough energy to shower and collapse into bed. You’ve had to wake him more than once, chiding him to get up and at least dry his hair before bed.

“You can’t afford to get yourself sick by sleeping with wet hair, ‘Tsumu.” You’d whisper, shaking him gently awake. Usually he’d just groan in response and bury himself further against your body heat beneath the comforter--unwilling to give up even a second of precious, blissful sleep. You’d even gone so far as to physically pull his heavy, six foot athlete’s body out of the bed and into the bathroom to dry it for him once or twice.

It’s for his health, you reason. You can afford to pamper him a little--especially when he’s been working so hard. And the way his body slumps while he sits, his features softening--long eyelashes kissing the tops of his cheeks as he dozes off into half-sleep at the feel of your fingers tussling his hair with the gentle heat of the blow dryer… He becomes so soft in those moments, like putty in your hands.

It’s dangerous, because it makes you crave the sight of him like this--fragile and reliant on the comfort of your touch--even more.

You sigh. Reminding yourself again, for seemingly the millionth time since this excessive practicing for the championships started,

‘It’s not his fault.’

He’s been good. So, so good. Trying so hard to make sure you know he loves you and he’s sorry. Texting you to check in whenever he has the chance.

 > how are you today?

> how’s work going??

> what’s for lunch??? ლ(≧ڡ≦ლ)

 Sometimes sending videos of himself and Hinata hashing out new plays (only the ones they’ve mastered, though. You may be intimately familiar with every embarrassing piece of him, but he still wants to try to look cool in front of his girlfriend.)

And it helps. It really does. But you also know the texts are just as much for his own sake as they are for yours. You know how needy Atsumu gets when you two are apart.

 You remember the time he’d called you from his hotel room after an away game in Tokyo. How he whined into the phone at the sound of your voice when you whispered.

“Touch yourself for me.”

The way a soft cry escaped him at your command--your name leaving his lips with a breath.

 You want to feel him like that again. To see him beneath you, squirming and desperate--begging for you to just touch him, just sit on his face, his cock, anything you want just please--

 You abruptly stop your line of thinking--not daring to continue dwelling on this recurring fantasy. Atsumu doesn’t deserve the punishment you crave to dole out on him to relieve this frustration.

 … But he might want it.

 Championships are tomorrow. Just 24 hours stand between you and the feeling of Atsumu Miya’s taut muscles beneath your fingertips.

You take a breath, summoning the remnants of your willpower.

You could do this. You would make certain that the wait would be worth it.

For both of you.

 ---

 The Black Jackals win their first match because of course they do. Honestly, sometimes you feel a bit bad for the opposing teams. Their skill, their teamwork, their passion, their absolute willpower to win is stifling. Atsumu texts you that they’re going out for celebratory dinner and drinks. Bokuto’s idea. (Obviously). He promises he’ll be home as soon as he can. They’ve all got tomorrow morning off, and a whole day before the next round of matches. Some indulgence is well-deserved.

You type out your reply.

 > Take your time and enjoy yourself! You’ve earned it. 💕

 Knowing you’ve got at least two hours or more before the boys’ exhaustion ushers them all home, you decide to spend some time... preparing.

 You’re reclined on the couch, watching something you can comfortably give your half-assed attention to while scrolling on your phone. You hear the front door unlocking, the handle turning, and your heart leaps into your throat. The thought of finally, finally having Astumu all to yourself makes you absolutely giddy.

You turn expectantly, and can’t help the way your lips curl upward into a smile.

Atsumu pushes the door open and turns toward you, already smiling when he opens his mouth.

 “Hey.” You murmur.

 “Hey.” He breathes back, and you watch the way his features relax at the sight of you. The way the confident, assiduous Atsumu Miya--a man who wakes up every single day and strives for perfection in everything and every one---melts into something softer.

Something that’s silently begging for you to tear him apart and piece him back together again.

He slips off his shoes, drops his gym bag to the floor, and brings his long, heavy body to lay over yours on the couch.

His face--tinted pink (presumably from the drinks)--buries itself against your neck, lips pressed to your skin.

Your fingers assume their familiar position, nestled in the blonde locks atop his head.

 “Missed you…” You say lowly against his ear.

The small shiver that runs down his spine does not escape your notice.

 “I’ve been here every night!” He protests.

 “You know what I mean.” Your fingers press against his head, tugging on the strands the slightest bit.

 “Mmm…” He affirms softly--your skin keenly feeling the gentle hum against its surface. He knows what you mean. He’s been here, yes, but it’s felt more like the ghost of him--wisping into your bed for a few hours and gone again in the morning.

 “You were really in the zone today.” You comment. “I felt bad for the other team.”

 He huffs out a small laugh. “Don’t. They played fine. We were just better.”

 “Hmm…” You take your unoccupied hand and run a single finger up the curve of his spine.

 He exhales, and you listen for the tremble in his breath you know will be there.

Just a little more.

 “Either way, you were so good.” You can’t contain the coy lilt your voice takes on. You know damn well what you’re doing--using the very words that always make him quiver. He knows what you’re doing, too.

Atsumu thinks he doesn’t mind.

 It’s quiet for a beat. The two of you simply basking in the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other. You stretch beneath him, and… readjust yourself in a way that presses your breasts against him just a little bit more...

And Atsumu finally, finally breaks.

 He inhales sharply, and lets the subsequent exhale freely pass against your neck. A muffled word that sounds a lot like a plea leaves his throat.

 “What was that?” You ask, purposely grazing your lips against his reddening ear.

 “Please…” He begs.

 You consider being mean for a moment. Consider pushing him to his limit in desperation. The way those sharp brown eyes would turn glassy and tearful, his dark brows pulled together, pleading you to hurry up and take him--touch him--let him touch you--fucking anything. However you want, wherever you want. Make him vocalize that burning desire, and only concede when he well and truly begs.

 But that can always be arranged another time.

You’re far too heady with desire yourself to enact such cruelty on him right now. Not after he’s been so good.

 You shift your weight, moving to switch your positions by sitting up and pressing him beneath you. Your straddle his hips, purposely pressing your weight down against his pelvis ever-so-slightly.

 “You’ve been working so hard, ‘Tsumu…” You murmur, lowering the top half of your body to lean over his. Hands sliding under the hem of his shirt, running up along the taut muscles that tremble at your touch. “Such a good boy…”

Atsumu’s bites his lip in an effort to stifle the deep moan that leaves his chest. The way his body almost involuntarily reacts to that phrase every. single. time… It’s just too good to pass up.

You wet your lips.

 “Let me make you feel good.”

 And you press those lips ever-so-softly to the juncture between his jaw and neck. Soft touch turning to a light bite, and then back to a soothing kiss.

 Atsumu is crumbling--his hardening length pressing insistently against you.

 “I got everything ready. We can use whatever you want: rope,” and you press a slow open-mouth kiss to his neck,

“your collar,” then one to his collarbone,

“a toy,” traveling down to his pecs,

“the strap…” ending just beneath his belly button.

You look up at him from beneath your lashes, watching keenly for his expression to shift in interest at any certain one.

 Atsumu doesn’t give an immediate answer, his gaze unable to meet your own. Your hands trail back down his body, grazing a nipple with your fingernail just to see the way he twitches at the sensation. 

 “C’mon baby, how am I supposed to treat my good boy if he doesn’t tell me what he wants?” You purr, bringing your hands to the hem of the worn, oversized t-shirt covering your top half down to the juncture of your thighs. You’d snatched it from his dresser earlier to lounge in. Another carefully plotted detail. You knew just how riled up he got at the sight of you wearing his shirts. Even more so if he lifted it only to find those black and gold lacy panties underneath… Or if there was nothing…

Stretching your body, you pull the shirt up and off of your torso, tossing it aimlessly behind you. Atsumu’s gaze immediately returns to you--spotting that very set’s match: a black bra with intricate gold stitching around the lace adorning your skin. His hands are on you in an instant--palms sliding up your ribs to reach your breasts and gently squeezing around them.

Astumu had never been good with the concept of patience.

 Normally, you’d stop those big, calloused setter hands in their tracks--admonishing him for not asking permission, first. But this was about him. About fulfilling every whim his exhausted mind and body had the energy left to want. You could allow a little insubordination tonight.

 “You even wore my favorite.” He grins, that cheeky, self important tone of his sneaking back out. You smile coyly and tilt your hips downward, pressing your bare core against his still-restrained cock. He inhales sharply--dropping the attitude once more.

 “Part of the reward.” You grin. “Now, what does my good boy want?”

 His eyes drift upwards from their fixation on your breasts, meeting your gaze.

 “I want…” He bites his lip. “Wanna make you feel good.”

 Your eyes widen at the admission, but he’s speaking again before you can inquire.

 “You’re always so patient with me when practice gets like this. I just want to... To give you a reward, too.”

 You’re taken aback for a beat, pleasantly surprised at the acknowledgement. Atsumu still manages to surprise you with how observant he is. One of the more unexpected traits he shares with Osamu. Your eyes soften and you reach up to gently cup his face. He turns his head to kiss your hand and murmurs against your palm.

 "Let me taste you. Please."

 He knows how you get when he’s busy like this. How--despite your authority and confidence in the bedroom--you still long for his affection and crave his touch when he’s gone.

And this… This is the perfect way for him to express his gratitude while still pleasing both of you.

 “Okay.” You breathe, moving to kneel over his face. “Whatever you want,” you gently drop your weight toward his mouth. “my sweet boy.”

 He practically preens at the praise, moaning against your core. Again, Atsumu demonstrates his struggle with patience and savoring the moment. In an instant, he’s gripping your thighs and pulling them closer against the sides of his face. You know you could sit your entire weight atop him and he’d thank you, but tonight calls for something gentler. It’s enough to know you’re the only person who gets to see him like this. The only one who gets to watch the diligent, cocksure Astumu Miya, one of--if not the--best setters in Japan, become so vulnerable and desperate beneath you.

 He flattens his tongue and runs it slowly up from the start of your opening to the top of your clit.

 “Fuck, ‘Tsumu…” You moan, hands rushing to grasp at his hair. He groans, too, at the sensation of your fingers tugging--the hum sending a vibration through your body. You grind your hips, silently urging him on, and his tongue laves at your clit with small kitten licks. The feeling of those tiny, gentle laps against your most sensitive spot, so diligent and soft--it’s like electricity coursing through you, running up into every limb.

 “Mmhmm.” He hums against you. He knows just how you like it. When he services you like this--like the obedient puppy he is. “So wet… Y’taste s’good...” He says, hot breath fanning against you while he catches his breath for a moment.

 You press yourself back against him insistently. “Who said you could take a break? Use your fingers, too.”

 His mouth is back against you immediately, right hand sliding beneath your thigh to reach your opening. Carefully, he presses two fingers against it--testing the give, while his tongue continues to lick and suck at that sensitive nub. Spit has dribbled down from his mouth to where his fingers are pressed, and he slides his digits against the wetness, adding to the natural lubricant. Then, finally, he pushes those long middle and ring fingers up and into you. They slide in easily despite the way you feel yourself clench around the intrusion. He was right--you’re soaked. He finds a comfortable rhythm to compliment his tongue’s lashings easily and your head falls back, a deep moan escaping past your lips.

 “‘Tsumu… ‘Tsumu, fuck just like that--you do it so well for me, baby… Right there--”

 You’re cut off by the feeling of his fingers curling within you--searching, and then pressing against that spot so nicely.

Your thigh muscles twitch against his cheeks--breath fleeing from your lungs at the sudden rush.

 “Yes, ‘Tsumu--fuck yes.”

 You chance a look down at his face. Those long lashes closed, brows knit together in concentration while he pleasures you. Atsumu’s a pretty boy, but you think he’s prettiest like this.

 Fuck, you want more of that desperate expression. Want to edge him over and over until he’s drooling and can’t remember his own fucking name.

 You’re getting close. That climbing ecstasy rising dangerously high within you. You pull yourself off him before you can climb too high, and the release of suction from his mouth makes a small, wet pop.

 “You eat it so well, baby. So, so good for me, pretty boy.” You coo, caressing the sides of his face. His lips are pink and wet and you return your hips to their place atop his length. His lip wobbles with a whimper, back arching against you in search of more.

 “I think you’ve earned your reward now, don’t you?” Your eyelids fall, half-closed seductively while you lean your chest toward his face. You reach behind your back and release the clasp of your bra. His hands tighten themselves into fists, trying to restrain the urge to reach up and touch. The fingers of your left hand splay out against his chest, holding your weight, while the right moves down to pull off his boxer briefs. Then, your wet folds are sliding against his erect, bare, length. Slowly, up and down.

 “Mmm please can I--can I touch--”

 You interrupt him with a small lick against those still-wet lips and chuckle quietly to yourself.

 Oh, so now he’s ready to ask first?

 “You can.” You affirm, reaching down to line him up with your entrance. His breath is coming harder now, those hardened pecs rising and falling beneath you. The anticipation is rapidly unraveling him. Atsumu’s hands are on your back, tugging your chest back down towards him. As they slide forward around your ribcage to grasp your breasts, his gaze flits up to you.

 “Can I--?”

 “Mmhmm.” You nod--knowing what he wants. His mouth closes around your nipple, sucking with that perfect amount of harshness to tighten the coiling pressure in your lower body. His tip rests right against your opening. You can see the precum dribbling out of him--can feel the way he’s pushing himself slightly further up--desperate to get inside. Were this any other time,  you’d reprimand him for such impertinence. Tie his hands above his head and deny him completely. ‘And you were being so good, too, asking permission and everything. You wanna be inside that bad, maybe I should remind you how it feels to be on the receiving end, hmm?’

But, honestly, he’d nearly tipped you over the edge with just his mouth earlier. You were becoming impatient, yourself. 

 Finally, blessedly, you sink yourself down onto his cock, revelling in the way his mouth falls open and his head flings backward against the couch pillow with a cry.

 “Mmm.. ‘s it that good, baby?” You tease.

 “‘S been a while… So tight…” He hisses, almost like it’s too much.

 “Yeah?” You tease. Your hips are gradually picking up speed. Slowly rising up, up, up, as far as you can go before it feels like he might just fall out of you, and then your hip fall again, taking his full length deep inside.

 “‘Tsumu…” You say, rising back up again. “I wanted to pamper you tonight... “ and you slide back down. “Give my cute, sweet boy a reward for all his hard work.”

 Atsumu keens, whimpering beneath you.

 “But I think I wanna be a little selfish, too.” You breathe, leaning in close enough for your breath to fan against his face. “Is that ok baby?”

 A high pitched moan leaves Atsumu’s throat, and you clench around him.

 “Yes…” He sighs between ragged breaths. “Yes... Please, I--”

 “Please, what?” You interrupt him.

 “P-please…” You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. “Please, mommy…”

 “Ohhhhh, that’s my good boy.” You moan, restarting the rise and fall motion of your cunt around him. “Gonna make you feel so good. Just the way you deserve, ‘Tsumu. But you have to promise you won’t cum until I say so, mmk?” You’re holding his face, running your right index finger along the line of his jaw with a feather-light touch.

 And Astumu Miya shudders beneath you, staring up in reverence. The way those big brown watery eyes look at you… He’d look so cute with a collar clasped around his neck right now.

 He nods. “I--I won’t. I promise. Please.”

 Your hand moves up to stroke his hair softly. “Good boy.”

 You restraighten your back in your seated position atop him. Your hands come to rest against his chest for leverage, and you begin riding him in earnest. Atsumu’s eyelids fall closed again, head thrown back while his mouth hangs open in pleasure.

 “Is this what you wanted ‘Tsumu? Just want to feel me fuck myself on you until I’m satisfied?” You tease as you bounce. You slow to almost a halt and grind your hips in a circle, feeling the way his cock buries itself to the hilt. Atsumu’s hands are balled into tight fists against the couch. He’s moaning freely now--little cries escaping him as your cunt eagerly swallows him down over and over and over again.

“So good… You’re so good inside me, ‘Tsumu. Stretching me out so much every time. I know you know how good that feels.”

 “Ahnn--!” He keens at the memory. The way your soft hands had pressed his legs up against his chest. Wetness from the lube dripping down so tantalizingly slow between his ass cheeks. The cock of your strap buried within him. How utterly full he had felt, stretched around it while you softly cooed praises at him, stroking his cock.

 Fuck he wanted to cum like that again.

 More than that, he just wanted to cum. His hands clench and unclench--mouth hanging open while he revels in memory--in the feeling of your tight, wet, heat sliding up and down him just how he likes--how he needs.

 “I told you it was OK to touch, baby.” You reach down to grasp his hands with your own, bringing them to rest on your hips. “Hold onto me while I fuck myself on you.” You whisper.

 Atsumu’s eyes open at that, watching your body bounce on him. HIs left hand hastily comes up to grasp a breast, relishing the feel of the soft, pliable skin in his grasp.

 You gasp lightly at the sensation of his hand grazing your sensitive nipple. “Fuck yeah. So good for me baby--so good. Gonna make you cum in me like this--”

 Atsumu’s head falls back against the cushions again, his expression knotted in pleasure. “You feel so good. So good… Please… Please I’m-- Ahh!-- I’m getting close.”

 “Aww you’re close already? You wanna cum baby?” You shouldn’t tease. You know you’re close, too. That cresting peak getting closer and closer with every push of his cock into your deepest places. Your breath is ragged from the exertion of your body. You reach behind you blindly, refusing to miss an instant of Atsumu’s delicious expression. Eventually, you find the small bullet vibrator you’d stashed beneath the cushions earlier. You bring the toy to your clit and immediately feel it; that powerful wave looming just behind--threatening to take you over the edge. You steele yourself the best you can, inhaling deeply.

 Atsumu slides his eyes open at the sound and unleashes the mostly ungodly, moan. His voice trembles when he speaks.

 “Can I--can I come? Please--please baby let me come. Let me come.” His hands hold fast to your hips, grip growing steadily tighter as the sensations continue to climb. Faster now--exponentially faster. He’s not sure he could stop if he wanted to.

 “Mmmm hearing you beg like that… Good boy. You can cum, baby. I’ll even cum with you for being so good. Go ahead. Cum in this tight pussy.” Your words are rushed, breath catching here and there. “Give it to me.”

 And Atsumu shatters.

 The way his cry lilts up--high-pitched and unabashed. That wave crashing into him so hard and so completely it takes you down under with him. Atsumu’s mind is empty. Nothing but blinding white as he expends everything he has in him in an instant. His name spills past your lips over and over like a mantra while you ride out your high. The two of you so in-sync, it feels as though your cunt convulses in time with his every pulse. Everything feels so, astonishingly good and intimate.

 You’re both breathing heavily, eyes shut tight as that shared bliss slowly dissipates. You let yourself come down to rest on his chest. It’s suddenly very quiet save for your shared breaths. Eventually you rise onto your elbows, face directly over his.

 “I love you…” Atsumu murmurs, eyes slightly flitting about while he studies the intricacies of your face. He memorized them all long ago, but even in this he is never sated. Your eyes soften, chest fluttering at his tone: so tender and soft.

 “I love you, too.” You say, gently caressing his face. “So much.”

 Atsumu can’t help the smile spreading across his face. In one quick motion, his arms are around your neck and tugging your face down toward him. His head tilts, lips melding themselves against yours when they make contact. The kiss is unusually tender, his lips trying to convey what his words cannot: how he is so thankful and lucky to have you. You, who understands how dear his passion, his career, is to him yet helps him remain grounded so that it does not consume him entirely. You, who remains so, so patient when he is away. You, who is always there to help him take care of himself when he is too busy or exhausted. You, who holds him when he finally fractures under the stress of giving his everything all the time--and who helps him put his pieces back together again and get back at it.

 Your head returns to its resting place on his chest. His heartbeat steady beneath you, lulling you to sleep. You both need to get up, clean up, and get into your actual bed, but the bliss of finally feeling Atsumu’s hard body beneath you. Knowing it is completely yours, at least for a short while… You don’t want to relinquish it for even a second.

There’s another beat of silence before you speak.

 “Wanna go to ‘Samu’s and get tuna tomorrow?” You ask.

 Atsumu groans his approval loudly--so much so one would think he hadn’t just finished a massive meal with the Jackals. That signature cheeky grin returns to his face.

 “Oh my god I love you.”

[elladories]

hq boys reacting to you wearing their oversized hoodie/sweater

warnings: none!! super soft and fluffy <3

characters: sugawara, osamu, sakusa

a/n: OK but,, i love the idea of wearing an oversized hoodie that doesn't belong to me and it smells like the person who it belongs to,, <3 akaashi hand it over /lh /j

request status: open <3

# sugawara:

- it's early and he's waiting at the nearest cafe for your date today!! he's super excited to see you (he always is <3)

- he's already ordered a hot drink for the both of you and a few fresh pastries yummy

- i feel like sugawara definitely likes raspberry or cream cheese filled pastries!!

- he's waiting for nearly five minutes and you walk into the cafe with your purse,, and your wearing this pretty plated skirt and sugawara's big sweater

- he gasps quietly at the sight of you,, sugawara obviously knows its you but you never cease to surprise him with how pretty you are <3 even though you guys have been together for so long, he gets flustered around you still hehe

- sugawara trying to hold back happy tears because you look so pretty omg,,, <3 boy is head over heels for you!!

- he waves you over and you wave to him with your little sweater paws and you awkwardly jog over to him HAHA

- he sits you down and hands you your favorite hot drink with a shy brush of your fingers against his

- "did you wait for a long time?" you lift the drink up to your lips with both of your hands and sweater paws

- "no, of course not" he reassures you and takes a sip from his own hot drink with a gentle smile

- in reality he's been waiting for like ten minutes but he decides to forgive you this once because you look so warm and cuddly in his clothes!!

# osamu:

- it's early in the morning and osamu tries to get up early every day to cook breakfast for you awe (husband material)

- some days it's a simple egg omelet or a simple rice on bacon bowl yummy chef miya!!

- he's preparing the foods and he still believes you're fast asleep in your shared bed until he feels two small arms wrap around his torso

- "good morning, hon" he looks down at your hands and spot your little sweater paws,, he does that deep/husky chuckle (heart bursting out of your chest rn)

- "ya know ya have yer own clothes, right?" osamu teases but in reality he LOVES when you wear his clothes

- "no,, i like your clothes, 'samu!" you retort playfully and he fully turns around to face you and tip your chin so he can look at you in the eyes

- he leans down to give you a small gentle kiss on the lips and you get super flushed help

- uh osamu your eggs are burning

- he doesn't mind though LOL,, afterward he pulls away and you grab some of the plates for breakfast

- during breakfast he keeps catching himself staring at you because 1) you look like you're drowning in his clothes and 2) osamu thinks you're the cutest ever <3

# sakusa:

- everyone thinks of sakusa to be this EXTREME germaphobe but he really isn't especially around his s/o!!!

- it's morning and you're both preparing to spend the day together and you're digging around in your closet and his closet for something stylish to wear

- "love? what're you doing?" sakusa walks out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth

- he never really thought about how you stealing his articles of clothing would feel and he's not entirely grossed out by the idea of you wearing it either

- "can i try this on?" you ask and he kinda just shrugs,,, again he doesn't know what to expect so he just lets you do whatever

- so when you come out of his closet with his big msby hoodie on his jaw literally drops

- "do,,, do you like it?" sakusa asks, subtly trying to avoid eye contact because he actually really likes to see the big letters "MSBY 15" and "SAKUSA" on your back oh my god

- i think it's more of a "they belong to me when they wear that sweater" situation

- this kid is so flustered and you nod your head happily,,, the fabric is super soft and smells like sakusa's shampoo products

- "may i wear it for today?" you make sure he's ok with it because you understand how important his boundaries are

- he says "yes" a little too quickly hehe

[wheels02]

Since Sk♾ is over and I’m a sad teen here’s my trying to do headcanons/one shots

Headcanon: Sk8 cast and you getting onesies

People in it: Reiki, Langa, Cherry, Joe and Shadow, Miya (platonically), Tadashi, Ad*m (I felt bad not adding him🤮)

Langa

He wasn’t really aware that couples had matching onesies until you showed him a picture.

When you two went to the store to get them he let you pick it out and just went with what you wanted.

He isn’t picky at all but when you held up a koala onesie that’s what really got his attention, he loved the animal ones specifically the koala.

You guys found a couple more animal onesies, you two bought the koala one (of course), penguin and a cow one.

Everytime you two have a sleep over he insists on you guys wearing the matching onesies and he tries to skate in the onesie but you tell him that he might rip it and so he gets off his skateboard.

Reki

Reki was the one to suggest to you the matching onesies, he didn’t just send one pair he sent 10 different ones and said that you two should get them all.

He’s obsessed with being matching to you, a matching bracelet, headband, rings, shirt, onesie, etc.

But he’s obsessed with the shark onesies, random funny onesies and having themed onesies. You guys spent more than you’d like to admit on onesies.

You two have a shark, Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Easter, and every other holiday you two celebrate. You also have random ones like a crab and Pokémon onesies (Espeon one because it was his favorite)

Everytime you two get a new onesie he shares it to everyone, he gets so excited and so happy he sends you pictures of him wearing it when you two aren’t together. You guys take a lot of pictures of you in your onesies.

Miya threatens to rip up the onesies because Reki talks about it all the time to them and sends all the pictures to them.

Cherry

He looks like he could care less but he’s actually excited that you want to match him.

He wants to make you happy, so when you insisted on you two getting matching onesies he agreed but only if he got to pick (obviously if you liked them too).

He likes the basic ones, solid Gray, solid black, your craziest one is a plaid onesie.

Cherry doesn’t really show them off but you do and he secretly loves that you show everyone. Joe teases Cherry about the onesies.

Joe

Just like Reki, Joe enjoys matching with you and having themed onesies.

You guys don’t have that many but you have a few holiday onesies and Disney ones, he has a weird soft spot for like stitch and Winnie the Pooh onesies.

It’s a little hard for Joe to find a onesie that fits him but he tries his best to find one because he wants to match with you.

His favorite part is finding the onesie and trying it on because he gets to see you all excited about finding a onesie you two can match in.

As a gift Joe got you two custom onesies, both onesies have a picture of you two on the back with a heart around the picture. (It’s Joe’s favorite onesie).

He sends you a lot of pictures of him in the onesie out of boredom.

Your holiday cards that you send out to family are you two in your matching onesies, it’s usually the simple red plaid onesie but sometimes it’s the holiday themed onesie, if you’re really feelin it you’ll wear the custom one in the pictures.

He hangs a picture of you two in the matching onesie in his restaurant and he gets excited when people ask about it.

Shadow

Shadow thought it was so cute and was so happy when you asked him to have matching onesies with you. He’s been waiting for it but he thought you’d be weirded out so he wanted you to ask him first.

You two really wanted a flower onesie but you codling find any good ones.

He insisted that the onesie would be perfect but you were fine with just a plain.

Shadow gave you the first onesie as an anniversary gift, it was a panda onesie.

He had set up a cute little thing in his living room, he put the panda onesie (that was wrapped as a gift of course) on the table in the room and two beautiful bouquets of flowers in vases on both sides of the gift.

He picked you up from your house (you two haven’t moved in yet ykyk) you guys went out to eat and then back to Shadows house. He was so nervous that you wouldn’t like it he thought he’d faint. You two sat on the couch and put on a movie. You loved the panda onesie and he was so relieved

He also shows everyone your matching panda onesies.

Your next onesie is a dinosaur onesie (you surprised him with that one)

Miya

You and Miya have matching hoodies and suspenders because he doesn’t wanna wear a onesie.

Tadashi

Tadashi isn’t so big on matching onesies.

He doesn’t see the point because no one will see you two in them. He also doesn’t like them because they aren’t “professional”.

It took him a bit of convincing but by sending him one too many videos and pictures of couples with matching onesies he finally bought you two one

It’s just a solid black onesie, you’re glad he bought you one and you’re still trying to convince him for you two to get a less boring one.

Adam.

He has like those sexy ones already but you said you just want a normal one.

You two have onesies with a bunch of hearts on them. You guys also have bunny onesies.

He thinks you look amazing in them and he shows you off. If anyone says they look weird or is negative about it he beats them up.

This is my first one so please don’t hate on it too much lol but I would like constructive criticism

[drakenology]

boyfriend number 2

- hinata shoyo x fem!reader x miya osamu

minors dni.

warnings: 18+ content, smut, infidelity, exhibitionism (yall already know lol), degradation, dumbification/incoherence, cussing, raw sex, mentions of cum, raunchy hook up, poor unsuspecting boyfriend

Every day of the week you’re subjected to a routine. The same routine you’d been living since high school. With the same boy since high school.

Sure, Hinata was quite possibly the perfect boyfriend. He was sensitive and attentive, so sweet you almost felt sick. But in bed.. well he did his best. Always cumming a bit too quickly, nearly finishing you off or not even driving you close to an orgasm. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’ve faked it with him and with him being as sweet as he is Hinata didn’t suspect a thing. But you loved him, really you did. Hopefully, eventually, you could teach him how to please you.

But every so often, every now and again you found yourself with someone else. Sure it was wrong, but it was just different with him. With Osamu. Osamu was the hot volleyball player from out of town you had met one foggy night at the bar. It was supposed to be a one time thing, you swore to yourself.

But with the way he fucked you that night, you found yourself coming back for more everytime. You swore with every orgasm came a high you could never get with Shoyo. When you felt that ache of need, that dull feeling in your dissatisfied cunt when Shoyo went home for the night, you knew exactly who to call. And Osamu always answered, always so ready and willing to give you a filling the right way.

Not to mention he was insatiable, every spot left untouched and wavering would then be caressed, licked, sucked on, fucked. You’ll never forget the times he made you cum so hard, the cops were called from the concerning sound of your high pitched whines and sobs.

Eventually, his neighbors stopped calling when you came over, knowing that when you come over in your pajamas and an over night bag hanging over your shoulder as you happily knock on his door meant you’d be getting your insides flipped about 7 different ways in about a half hour.

Just like usual, Hinata flops next to you in bed. His chest heaves after another “wild” night with his pretty girlfriend who seemed to enjoy herself too. He peppered kisses along your shoulders and up to your ear and whispered a sweet I love you. You smile and close your eyes, sleeping in your boyfriends arms as he followed right behind you.

-bzzzt bzzzt-

Who could be texting you at this hour? You sit up groggily, squinting your eyes at the bright screen of your phone as you pick it up. It was Osamu.

“Be ready in 30, tell your boyfriend you’re goin out ;).” The text read, a familiar feeling in your chest starting to brew as you bit your lip. You slowly slip out of Hinata’s grasp and kiss his forehead, tip toeing around his room to find your clothes and all your belongings.

Just as promised, Osamu arrived in 30 minutes, honking his horn ignorantly as if it wasn’t about 12 o’clock in the fucking morning. You rushed downstairs about as quietly as you could and practically ran towards his car, jumping inside to escape the cold rain.

He drives back to his place with his hand on your inner thigh, his thumb caressing the flesh as his other hand turned the steering wheel. You knew running off with another guy behind your boyfriend’s back was wrong, but why did it feel so right every time you did it? Osamu had everything Hinata didn’t; passion with an attentive and doting nature.

Besides the bedroom, he made you feel like you were the sexiest thing walking. He was exciting and wild and unpredictable. Everything you didn’t know you needed until you started fucking him a month ago.

Even as you kiss Osamu’s lips pinned up against his apartment door, even as your clothes are casted aside all throughout modest space, you still think of Hinata and how much this would crush him if he ever found out. But when Osamu was inside you, shit, who the hell was Hinata? Osamu hoists you over his shoulder, walking into his bedroom with a firm smack on your ass before laying you down on the bed.

“Mm, I missed you, Osamu.” You purr, arching into his body as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

“Ditto.” He mumbled, pulling your panties off when you lift your ass to help him take them off. His hands make their way to your already dripping cunt, clit swollen from the denied orgasm you were forced to endure just moments before coming here.

“What is that motherfucker doing to you, huh?” He asks, apologetically rubbing tender circles on the puffy bud. You yelp, so sensitive your thighs start shaking a little. “Bet he doesn’t even know what this is, does he baby?” You mewl in response, the pleasure going straight to your brain.

Osamu smirks at you, rubbing his fingers along your slit to relish in your wetness, your aching pussy practically gushing for him to do anything to you.

“You get so wet for me, princess. You get this wet for your little boyfriend?” He questions, hooking his fingers inside you to prod at your softest spots. You attempt to answer, shaking your head and letting out a shaky “uh-uh” as he fucks you with his fingers. Osamu kissed you sloppily, moaning into your mouth as his fingers moved faster, the sound of your pussy sucking in his fingers causing his cock to make less room for him in his pants.

Your back arched off the bed, panting as his tongue lapped up your clit, his fingers hooking deliciously against your spongiest spots. His name was written on your lips, the only thing you can say before your stomach is in knots, pathetic moans leaving the pit of your chest as you feel yourself getting oh so close to cumming all over Osamu’s handsome face.

“I-I’m cumming, hnnnn fuck!” You scream, your slick dripping all over Osamu’s hand. He moans against you, pulling you closer as he suckled on your puffy clit. With a high pitched squeal, your coming undone, your thighs closing around his head as you pant heavily.

Osamu’s smirking against your skin before pulling away, wrapping his big hand around your throat and kissing you hotly. Your tongues swirl, moaning against each other as Osamu pulls out his heavy length.

Another thing Hinata lacks. Osamu’s cock always had you feeling so full, the perfect size to get you drooling. His girth alone was impressive, thick veins, the cherry on top. Don’t even get me started on those heavy balls, the ones that swing and slap at your already aching clit with every thrust of his hips. He ran his length along your dripping folds, tapping his perfect head against your clit as your hiss and writhe underneath him, desperate to feel full.

“Want it baby?” He asks, prodding himself at your desperate hole. You nod feverishly, rambling on about how badly you wanted to feel full, how much you wanted to feel him throbbing inside you. Of course your dirty mouth grants you your wish, Osamu’s cock stretching you with a slow motion.

“‘S so fuckin’ tight, baby. Gimme that pussy.” He moans, rutting his hips into yours, hands holding up your thighs to reach deep. You’re sobbing, tears falling onto the pillow beneath you as you let out breathy moans. Osamu’s mouth stop ghosting over yours to sit on his haunches, reaching over and grabbing something.

“Phone for you.” Osamu whispers, handing it to you, not halting his hips for no one. You grab it, darting your eyes at him as his dick kissed your cervix.

“H-Hello?” You croon, trying to sound like you’re half asleep.

“Y/N? Did you go home? Where’d you go?” You hear Hinata ask, unable to answer right away as your mouth hangs open at the searing hot pleasure Osamu’s cock brought you.

“I-I.. Yes. Sorry I didn’t wake you. I just- ah.. didn’t feel well.” You lie, biting your lip and rubbing soft circles on your sensitive clit as Osamu fucks your harder.

“Well, you coulda stayed over. I would have taken care of you.” Shoyo lectured, your mind not even fixated on what he’s saying to you.

You nod as if he could see you, looking up at Osamu with pleading eyes, his thumb replacing your fingers as he played with your clit.

“Go on, baby. Tell ‘em you’re about to cream all over my fuckin’ dick.” Osamu huffs, almost loud enough for Hinata to hear. You chew at your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as Osamu works you open with his cock, hearing Hinata say something hoping you feel better.

The pleasure was too much, your mouth drooling as your lips formed an o-shape. Osamu laughs, realizing you’re way too dumb to rush Hinata off the phone. So he does it for you, like the nice guy he is.

“She’ll call back later. She’s too busy taking my cock to talk right now.” He says before hanging up, turning off your ringer and returning to his work on your cervix.

You blink away tears, throat hurting from all the screaming and whimpering as you approach another mind blowing orgasm.

“Hnnn, fuck, Osamu yes. Your cock’s so fucking big. Need it to make me cum, fuck! Hah shit!” You mewl, wrapping your legs around his strong waist.

“Yeah? Ooo that little fucker has no idea what this feels like, huh princess? Give it to me baby. Fuckin give it to me.” Osamu urged, eager to feel your gummy walls clamp down around him and milk him for every ounce of his cum as he brutally slammed his hips down into you.

“You’re my little whore, yeah? Like it when another man fucks your greedy pussy? Such a dirty slut. Say you’re a dirty slut.”

“I’m a dirty slut, Ah! I-I’m your dirty slut, ‘Samu. Uhhnnn!” The last thing you say before clenching around Osamu’s size, his cock throbbing furiously before erupting in white hot globs of his cum.

It was all so filthy, so raunchy and so wrong. Guilt was the furthest thing from your conscience though, laying limp and half asleep as Osamu pulled out and went to grab a towel to clean up. How could something so erotic be wrong.

You’d call Hinata tomorrow, try and explain everything when the time was right. But for now, you’d just lay there in your stupor, high off the euphoric orgasms you’ve experienced just then.

Tomorrow you’d make it right, even though it probably never could be.

[bokutoyaoya]

Three times, you’ve been sent to the chief’s office three times over the past five years. Each and every time for the same reason, meaning you’ve only seen the chief’s office with Daichi behind the desk. This time was different since Kita-san, appointed co-chief during the merger, was also here, leaning against the window and staring at you, not blinking once, while Daichi seemed to be pondering all his life’s choices as a chief.

“Y/N,” he sighed, rubbing his temples, “do you know why you’re here?”

There were too many reasons why you’ve been asked to come here today, and this alone had you completely silent, unable to answer Daichi’s question.

“You have five days to send your application to the Board of Surgery, but I’m giving you until tonight to give me your final answer,” Daichi’s voice never sounded so clear to you and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“I want you to be honest with me, Y/N. Have you recovered from last year’s accident?”

There was no use in lying any longer or denying the indisputable fact that no, for some reason, you never fully healed from the explosion and it wasn’t just your hand. Mentally, you’d been wandering far away, freaking out every time you were holding something. Suna explained to you quickly that it couldn’t be neurological, despite a small concussion the night of the accident, you never sustained serious damaged that could have caused the tremors and numbness. So maybe it was psychological, it made sense.

“No,” you replied and Daichi nodded.

“Has your condition worsened since your last incident?”

“No, it was fairly the same.”

You bite the inside of your left cheek.

“Did you tell the attendings you’ve worked with about your condition?”

“Only one of them, but not right away.”

You bite your lower lip. Kita propped himself off the window, sliding his arms behind his back.

“Is it safe to say that Dr Miya Atsumu kicked you out of his service because he didn’t know about your injury and had to hear it from someone else, leading to him questioning your trust and abilities while you were performing a major procedure on one of his patient?”

“Yes, I can’t be sure since I didn’t ask him, but I’m assuming it was that,” you nodded.

In all honesty, you couldn’t think of another reason why Atsumu would’ve done that. You wished he would’ve talked to you about it before taking such drastic decision, but in this specific moment you knew you would’ve preferred to avoid him and walk away. Fair enough, you thought.

Discussing the consequences of your actions among themselves, your attention was drawn right behind Daichi’s shoulders.

The office had a window wall overlooking the hospital’s entrance, and another one behind the desk giving the chief’s full visibility over the waiting area on the ground floor and the bridge on the first floor, right were you caught a glimpse of Atsumu’s platinum hair as well as Suna’s foxes cap and Osamu’s onigiri one.

Of fucking course.

“So,” Daichi clearing his throat startled you an lol d you straighten your back against the chair, “I’ve set an appointment with Dr Takeda from psych. You will stay with him until he clears you for surgery. Until then, I still want you to chose a specialty and deposit your application before 10 tonight,” and he slid a form to you.

“It gets better, Y/N, and I want you to do what makes you happy.”

Daichi had always been sort of scary, probably scarier than Sugawara-san, but he was also soft and caring, and since taking the spot for chief of surgery, you heard a few times people complaining about his lack of decisiveness and mental strength, giving in too easily. You strongly disagreed, Daichi was terrifying and was only soft to a few residents only, namely, those like you who were drifting away from the right path.

You thanked both Kita and Daichi, bowing before leaving the office, form in hands as you closed the door behind you. You locked eyes with Suna as he noticed you approaching him. Not that you had specifically planned to walk in his and the twins’ direction and casually ramble about Kita and Daichi whooping your ass back there.

Still, you forced a smile when you got closer to Suna.

“How was it?” he asked, bitting his lower lip like he’d been there with you. You wondered if he’s ever been lectured by Kita-san before.

“Therapy until I get cleared for surgery.”

“That’s it?” you tilted your head to see past Suna’s shoulder, frowning at Atsumu. “No formal apologies or somethin’?”

The chief never said anything about apologizing to your superiors, you did apologized to him and Kita, but never did they asked you to go talk to Atsumu, as for Suna or Osamu, one knew about your injury and the other decided to not work with you before you could even scrub on one of his surgeries.

“Tsumu, let go, your patient is fine thanks to you and Oikawa-san,” Suna groaned and you walked past him.

“Rin, it’s fine, I’m just gonna go, Dr Takeda must be waiting for me,” you mumbled.

“Come on, yer no better, ya knew about it and ya didn’t say shit to us!” Atsumu howled, his voice echoing through the open hall.

“Because she trusted me enough to just tell me about it, it wasn’t for me to talk about it to the chief or Kita-san,” Suna replied, brows furrowed when Atsumu took a step forward.

“Oh please, ya kept yer mouth shut because ya like her,” Osamu intervened.

“That has nothing to do with it,” Suna scoffed, nodding Osamu off. “And why are you talking? You didn’t even work with her, you straight up avoided her.”

“It’s totally because ya like her,” Osamu was the one huffing in disagreement, “ya knew she could endanger a patient’s life because she didn’t know how to take proper care of her injury. She’s a surgeon, she lied about her recovery, she shouldn’t have been cleared for surgery so soon.”

It’s like you’d been removed from this debate, with people speaking in your name while you were still standing right beside them. They were all ignoring you, deliberately ignoring you.

You thought about walking away, leaving them here and arguing about your abilities as a surgeon. You didn’t want that right now, you just wanted to…

“Shut up! All of ya!”

… let it out for good.

“You,” you turned to face the twins, “ya care more about the fact that I might be stupid and careless as a surgeon, and not about the fact that I was injured, that I was in an accident. Sure I didn’t tell ya, not before, not now, but why would I?”

Atsumu and Osamu were both stunned and taken aback by your words, they couldn’t give you an answer.

“I couldn’t ever talked to ya, ya never cared about anything but yer damn selves, and right now you’re just provin’ my point. I hear ya saying ya don’t know why I’m not talking to ya or why I won’t visit the parents anymore, but not once did ya ask yourselves if maybe it was because no one in this godforsaken family cared about me.

“I won’t complain and say I had a shitty life, I had a roof over my head and food in my plate, but who I was, I was just the Miya twins’ sister. D’ya know how many people actually knew my first name when we were in middle school? Or in high school? No one, or no one cared to remember it.

“I was the third Miya, ten months younger than my brothers, that’s all I was. Did ya know mom got an IUD after I was born? Because I wasn’t supposed to happen? That ya were supposed to be the only Miya children?”

Being born ten months apart from your brothers would’ve suggested you were close to each other, same age, same interests, but you also grew at the same pace, personality and character developing at the same time. You wouldn’t automatically love or feel strongly bonded to anyone blood-related, but it’s not like you never felt attached to your brothers, they just weren’t interested in playing with you or spending time with you.

So you quickly grew apart, and knowing shortly after graduating high school that you weren’t exactly a desired child broke you.

“I never told anyone ya were my brothers because I wanted to be me! I wanted people to know me and like me! Not the twins’ sister, me!

“And then I arranged my schedule so I wouldn’t visit the parents when ya were also there, and I haven’t seen them in all five years of my residency because I don’t have time for them, I want to be a surgeon, the best I can hope to be. And ya should understand that!

“Ya can’t blame me when ya never called either, when ya never bothered thinking about me. So no, I didn’t tell ya about the accident because I knew ya wouldn’t give a damn fuck about it. And if I had told you know, ya wouldn’t have cared much. So now ya wanna know? What for? So ya can laugh at me like ya did when we were younger, when I couldn’t do something on the first try?

“I had a perfect recovery because the doctors of this hospital actually cared about my well-being! I thought was fine! But how could I have prevented for a cardio patient to code on the table? I had to do an open heart massage, I needed to be careful, I had a tremor, I fuckin’ squeezed too hard, the heart exploded in my hand!

“I had another series of physical therapy, and I thought I was fine, but how could I have known an external fixation for a kid was wrongly prepped and would dismantle in my hands? I even took myself off a neuro case because I just dropped a damn patient’s chart in front of them!

“I had faith I’d get better, I was regular on my physical therapy, I did everything perfectly! But if it wasn’t enough? If I wasn’t enough, I just thought it’d be best for me to drop everything, including the specialty I longed for.”

Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks and your injured hand was firmly holding onto the application form.

“Why would ya care about me? Whatever I do doesn’t affect yer life, neither negatively nor positively,” you hiccuped.

You felt Suna’s hand wrapping around your arm but brushed him off, he didn’t try a second time.

“Now if you don’t mind I’m already late to my appointment,” you turned around, only to stop dead in your tracks when noticing Takeda-san standing a few feet away from you.

“Let me walk you to my office, Y/N.”

「 HEART’S CUTS 」 20. ya never cared

MASTERLIST – NEXT

– goddayummm I was on a streak >o< I feel like every written chapter is so intense but KNFBAH this one is a monster

– so finally we get to know about y/n’s pov of her relationship with her brothers, naturally not everything will be fixed so quickly

– idk yet if I’m gonna go up to thirty chapters or less, but I know for sure the story won’t end right way, but we’re near the end, just, not yet 🤧🤧

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[t0wnspersonb]

Merry Christmas (Miya Atsumu x Reader)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: SMUT, oral (female receiving), bad language, my shit writing, falling further in love with Miya Atsumu

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, and you and your boyfriend had planned on exchanging gifts only for hours to go by and there’s still no sign of him. Atsumu feels incredibly guilty for being late, but he makes up for that lateness in a different way.

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Christmas came early ya’ll! I hope you like this one! I also hope that I was able to capture Atsumu’s personality and dialect accurately lol. This was a lot of fun to write and I apologize for any mistakes lol. I just really wanted to get this one out before I start getting busy with work and getting everything ready for Christmas. 

As always, let me know what you think!:)

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Shit. Atsumu knew that he fucked up. He was supposed to be at the spot hours ago. He was just too caught up in practice that time had slipped by. 

 One more set, was his mindset each time, long after the rest of the team had wanted to call it quits for the day. 

 If it wasn’t for Osamu yelling at him that Y/n had been waiting, he would still be in the gym.

 Fuck, he felt like the worst boyfriend on the planet. Having practice on Christmas Eve was one thing but forgetting about meeting up with his cute girlfriend was another. And it was fucking freezing outside, the snow heavily falling from the gray sky.

 He felt even worse knowing that the spot you guys always met up at was outside, a quiet little area nestled deep in the park you guys passed by on your way home.

 You hadn’t stayed right? Surely you would have gone home by now. 

 There was no way that you would have stayed in this weather. Regardless, Atsumu ran faster than he’s ever ran in practice. 

 There was no way…. 

 Guilt ate at his heart the minute his eyes found your figure.

 You were hunched over on the bench, cupping your glove covered hands against your mouth, attempting to blow hot air into your freezing fingers.

 Snow covered your bundled-up body, clung to your delicate lashes and hair that peaked out from under your beanie. Beside you sat a decorative bag, pristine and clearly a gift that was supposed to be given to him. 

 Atsumu didn’t think he deserved his Christmas present at this point. 

 “Y/n!” He called out, finally jogging the rest of the way until he was right in front of you, visible puffs of air escaping his lips as he tried to catch his breath. “M’sorry, I lost track of time. Ya must be freezin’... why didn’t you go to my house? Ya know that Samu is home right –”

 “Atsumu!” 

 His eyes widened as you sprang up, eyes wide and bright. A sweet smile stretched across your lips as you gazed up at him. 

 There was no sight of annoyance or sadness in your face. Something that he had expected to happen.

 But the way you were looking at him, and the way that your full cheeks and the tip of your nose was incredibly rosy and begging to be smothered in his kisses, well, he had never seen such a beautiful sight before.

 “Merry Christmas.” You breathed out, wide eyes twinkling in happiness.

 Atsumu’s face softened, his large hands reaching to cup your face. He felt a harder tug of guilt in his heart at the way you sighed and closed your eyes in content at the warmth his hands provided. 

 He didn’t deserve such a kind and sweet-hearted girl like yourself; especially when he did things like today.

 He didn’t even have your gift, it was still at his house, waiting to be picked up hours ago after he had gotten home from practice.

 “Yeah. Merry Christmas.” He murmured before pressing his hot lips to your cold ones. 

 You sighed softly, melting into his much larger body. The heat that he supplied felt incredible against your body. 

 Atsumu moved his lips tenderly against your own, hating how your usually soft and warm lips were slightly chapped and incredibly cold. 

 But the butterflies were still there, the familiar feeling of your body pressing into his was still there, and all he could think about was warming you up. 

 A kiss like this was a step in the right direction for that. 

 The longer he kissed you though, the colder you would still get. He realized that when he felt you shiver softly against him. 

 Reluctantly he pulled away, his large hands still holding your face in between warm palms. 

 “Yer an idiot.” He chuckled lightly as a soft pout formed on your lips.

 “I was waiting for you.” You pouted.

 “I know. Ya should’ve just gone home though. Look at ya.” He frowned, carefully unraveling the scarf around his neck, and wrapping it around yours. 

 He watched with gentle eyes as you shivered at the newly added warmth before you snuggled your chin deeper into the scarf, inhaling his familiar scent.

 “What about you?” You asked, voice slightly muffled from the fabric.

 “M’fine. The house is close by anyway. Let’s get ya into something warmer yeah?” He said reaching for your hand. 

 “You haven’t opened your gift yet!” You exclaimed, grabbing the bag.

 “I’ll open it at home. Come on, I don’t want ya out here in the cold any longer, yer gonna get sick.” He frowned and started tugging you on the path back home.

 The walk home was filled with laughter and conversation as you guys talked about his practice. There was still no sign of any irritation about him being late; and Atsumu still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had just a sweet girlfriend, he truly didn’t deserve your forgiveness or love. But he was just as greedy with you as he was when it came to volleyball.

 “Stupid.” Osamu sighed, watching from the doorway as you guys removed your shoes, Atsumu was tugging at the layers on your body now that they were soaking wet from the change in temperature. He definitely didn’t want you getting sick. 

 “Shut up!” Atsumu snapped, shooting his brother a glare; ignoring the whines of protest as he hastily yanked your outer layers off. 

 “Ya owe me some pudding for saving yer ass again. I’m sure he’d still be at practice if I hadn’t called him.” Osamu said pointedly.

 You giggled at the irritated expression on Atsumu’s face. The banter between the twins was definitely a lot better now that they were older, but it was still there.

 Atsumu clicked his tongue in annoyance, watching as his twin left his house; waving goodbye and promising that he would see them later tonight at their parents’ house.

 “So damn annoying.” Atsumu muttered under his breath before his attention was turned back to you. 

 Despite the warm temperature in the house, you were shivering. 

 “Wanna take a bath?” Atsumu asked, but he was already tugging you towards the bathroom. He still needed to shower too, and if he got it to do it with you, that was even better.

 Steam filled the room as the both of you undressed. Atsumu’s greedy eyes trailing down your body, appreciating the beauty in your nakedness. 

 “Don’t look.” You huffed, arms wrapping around your exposed body. 

 Atsumu chuckled, teasingly tugging at the strand of hair that started curling around your collarbone.

 “I’ve seen ya naked plenty of times baby. Why are you so shy now?”

 Atsumu chuckled again as he watched red bleed into your cheeks; the embarrassed, pouty look on your face was entirely adorable.

 Instead of commenting, and risking getting hit, Atsumu simply grabbed your much smaller hand and tugged you towards the spray of the shower. 

 “Sorry.” He murmured softly, watching as a deep shudder tore through your body at the heat of the water. You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut as you let the water run down your head and face, soaking you completely.

 He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. He couldn’t voice it enough, couldn’t even remotely convey how he felt about you. He’s said it before, but he never understood why someone so soft, so pretty, wanted to be with someone like him.

 His teammates, even his brother, didn’t know either. Honestly, sometimes they didn’t think Atsumu deserved you. But he knew that too. 

 Again, he was a greedy man when it came to you. If you were willing to stay, despite all of his flaws, despite the fact that he did put volleyball over you, then he was never going to let you go. 

 “Need help washing up?” You teased, gazing up at the tall male, water clung to your lashes, making your eyes look more innocent and brighter. 

 “That’s just an excuse to touch me isn’t it?” Atsumu flirted back, reaching to yank your naked body closer to his. 

 Arousal spiked in his blood as your breasts pressed against his own skin, and the way you were looking at him… 

 How were you so pretty?

 “Of course it is. When your boyfriend is a pro volleyball player, and looks like this, you want to touch them as much as you can.” You bantered back, but your eyes were shining, reflecting back so much love and affection that it took his breath away.

 “I am pretty great, aren’t I?” He teased but his expression was incredibly soft. 

 “The best.” You murmured. 

 Atsumu’s eyes flashed dangerously, he had to have you. 

 “Let’s hurry so we can exchange gifts already.” You laughed, reaching for the soap. “I’ll help you.”

 ****

 Atsumu found himself sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the tv as you moved around the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for the two of you.

 “Who’s winning?” You asked, carefully setting the mugs down on the coffee table, taking your place next to him on the couch.

 Atsumu was immediately distracted, his eyes moving from the tv to your exposed legs. Your clothes were in the dryer, and you had opted for one of his shirts that was entirely too big for your frame. 

 He watched as you took a sip from the mug, your tongue darting out to lick at your lips. He couldn’t help imagining you using your tongue on something else.

 “Tsumu?” You looked at him curiously. But when you took notice of the hungry look on his face, the way his eyes seemed to zero in on you; you couldn’t help the blush and deep twinge that sparked in your lower belly. 

 “I think I’m ready for my present now.” He murmured, voice darkening as he reached to pull the mug out of your hand, placing it back on the coffee table. 

 You swallowed thickly. 

 “It’s still by the front door. I can go get it for you…” you trailed off shyly, but you knew that he wasn’t talking about that Christmas gift.

 His lips twitched in amusement, his body moving to press against your own. 

 “That wasn’t the present I was talkin’ about. I think I’ll go after the one that’s already a little unwrapped, yeah?” Thick fingers dragged softly against the bare skin of your thigh, sliding up until he was grasping the hem of his t-shirt that rested against the upper part of your leg. 

 A soft gasp escaped your lips, as he wrapped his hand around your upper thigh and pulled, causing your world to tilt as he forced you onto your back, his larger frame resting between your parted legs. 

 Atsumu yanked the piece of fabric up, causing the shirt to bundle up against your chest, your body completely exposed to him now. 

 Shyness burned in your body, manifesting into a bright red resting on your cheeks, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you casted your gaze to the side, eyes glued to the tv. 

 A low whistle sounded through Atsumu’s lips as his eyes slid over your skin. His fingers reached up, sliding against the soft skin of your belly, gently tracing along the undersides of your breasts before cupping them in warm hands. His thumb and index finger gently tweaking against your pebbling nipples. 

 Pleasure rippled through your body, causing you to whine and squirm beneath him, you could already feel slick heat beginning to accumulate between your thighs, your core burning and aching to be touched. 

 “So pretty.” He cooed, trailing his hand back down your body, gently squeezing at the flesh that sat upon your hips before he gently pried your legs open further. Atsumu moaned in appreciation at the sight of your weeping cunt, swollen and glistening. 

 “I haven’t even touched you yet and look how wet you are for me.” He breathed in awe, a thick finger gently dragging through your drenched folds, gently pressing against your puffy clit. You jumped at the sudden touch, body trembling at the zap of pleasure it gave you. 

 “Pretty baby. You want my tongue or my fingers?” he murmured, his voice deep and dark now. 

 “Both.” you whined; eyes fluttering shut as he pressed down against your clit again. 

 “My baby is being greedy today.” he grinned, large hand suddenly coming down to swat at your aching cunt. 

 The rippling sensation of his slap stung deliciously, causing your walls to clench around nothing as a low whine tore through your lips. 

 “So fucking pretty.” he breathed, and then his tongue flattened against your slit, sliding up to take your swollen clit into his mouth. Atsumu gave you no time to adjust to pleasure that trembled through your body, his movements were fast and greedy as he easily slid a thick finger against your slick walls, curling up to rub against that devastating part inside of you. 

 A sob tore through your lips as your legs trembled, moving to close together as your body tried wiggling away from the intense pleasure his mouth and fingers were giving you. Atsumu grunted against your slick cunt, the vibrations causing another whine to escape your lips. His finger slid out carefully, as his hands came up to grab at your hips, pinning you to the spot so that you couldn’t move away.

 Atsumu didn’t mind the way your thighs were squeezing his head as he sucked and licked at your perfect pussy. Your taste, your smell, the softness of your flesh; if he could choose a way to die it would be this. 

 “Atsumu!” you cried, gushing around his tongue as your orgasm hit. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you struggled to catch your breath. Your head was spinning in pleasure, body still trembling. Just like how he was in volleyball, Atsumu wasted no time; he tugged your body up, hands moving to remove the shirt completely before he tugged you onto his lap. 

 You mewled softly as you felt the hardness of his cock slide against your drenched folds, before you felt something thick and blunt being pressed against your entrance; slowly and carefully breaking you open as you clung to his broad shoulders, face pressed against his neck. 

 You moaned softly against his skin as you sunk down on his thick cock, walls fluttering and clutching at his length until he was sheathed inside you completely. Despite how many times he has had you, he was always in awe at how well you took his cock. 

 The fullness that Atsumu gave you was always shocking, and you hadn’t realized that you were making pitiful and desperate noises until Atsumu was hushing you softly, pressing his lips against your temple tenderly.

 “My pretty baby feels so good.” He moaned, gently nipping at your lobe, voice gravelly as he breathed hotly against your ear. “Gonna start movin’ ya okay?” his large hands gripped at your hips, and carefully he began sliding your body up and down, maneuvering you perfectly; his cock rubbing and stretching your walls in a way that left you whiny and breathless. 

 You could only take it as he helped you fuck yourself onto his hard member; you clung to him helplessly as he continued to drive his cock up in time with the way he moved your hips down. You whimpered and moaned into his neck, lips pressing against the skin as you attempted to smother your sounds. 

 “Start movin’ baby.” He murmured. 

 Despite the way that your legs burned, you listened, body moving on its own. Atsumu slid one of his hands against your back, trailing up to grab at the back of your neck, carefully pulling you away so that he could look at you.

 “Fuck… you like ridin’ my cock?” he groaned, eyes taking in your flushed face and glassy eyes. He didn’t give you time to answer; he pulled you in for a heated kiss, tongue clashing and rubbing against your eyes, spit drooling out the sides of your mouth and falling onto your breasts. 

 You could feel the familiar pressure of your release bubbling up in your stomach, causing your hips to snap down against his faster, his cock reaching a depth within you that caused a loud cry to escape your lips. Atsumu greedily swallowed every sound before pulling away to stare at your face. 

 “Come on baby, cum for me, yeah?” he breathed, fingers reaching down to play with your swollen clit. “Make it a good one for me.”

 Your release was devastating; body convulsing against his as you sagged into his chest, face pressed against his shoulder as you all but went limp in his grasp. 

 “Fuck.” he rasped, hips rocking faster before a loud groan escaped his mouth, his warmth spilling into your body. 

 Atsumu’s breathing was ragged as he gasped for air, his hands rubbing against your spent body carefully, one of his hands tangling into the air at the back of your head, keeping you close to him as his lips pressing against your temple once again.

 “Merry Christmas baby.” he breathed. 

 “You want your present now?” you laughed, breathless. 

 Atsumu couldn’t help but chuckle arms squeezing you tight. 

 This was a merry Christmas indeed.

[ahkaahshi]

of picnics and persuasion [miya atsumu x reader]

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, size kink, public sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, swearing, you kinda squirt but it’s nothin too crazy lol

word count: 2.5k

overview: hindsight’s 20/20, but you should’ve known atsumu wanted you to wear a sundress to your picnic for a reason other than “’cause it looks good on ya.”

In the secluded area of the park where you’ve created a small silver of paradise under a cluster of trees, you watch the shards of vibrant sunlight shift between the leaves casting a kaleidoscope of shadows over your body. The sounds of the late afternoon breeze whistling past, distant conversations, and the scurrying of nearby animals mingle with the soft music playing from your boyfriend’s phone where it lies on the blanket, amongst an array of quickly diminishing food. Absentmindedly, your fingers card through Atsumu’s golden strands of hair, making him tighten the grip he has around your waist and nuzzle his face against your stomach.

“That tickles!” you giggle, giving his head as gentle a push as you can muster when he refuses to budge. He lets out a small sigh of contentment and gives one of your thighs a squeeze before retreating from his position and sitting up so he can help himself to another handful of gummy bears located in a nearby bag.

His arms soon extend out towards you as he beckons, “C’mere, babe.” Placing your hands in his, you allow him to guide you closer to him so you can settle yourself in his lap. A small smile appears across his lips as his amber colored eyes take in every part of you—from the stray strands of (h/c) hair that have fallen in front of your ears to the supple skin on your thighs peering out from beneath the soft fabric of your sundress. “Did I already tell ya how fuckin’ gorgeous you are, (f/n)?”

Heat rushes to your face, then floods your stomach when he leans down to press a tender kiss against your lips followed by another on your neck. “’Tsumu…” you hum nearly inaudibly, “what’s gotten into you, hmm? It’s not every day that you give me compliments without tacking some smart comment onto them.”

“Oh, be quiet,” he complains, grabbing another gummy bear and tapping it against your lip. Obediently, you open your mouth so he can drop it onto your tongue. “Can’t a man just be all in love with his girlfriend without gettin’ dragged?” A small snicker escapes your mouth as you chew the sweet treat and observe the way his hand moves over to yours so he can place your palms together.

He marvels at how his fingers extend beyond yours, and how small they feel laced between his when he slides them together and rests them atop his leg. His other hand takes to traveling the path from your knee to your waist a few times, as if the action soothes him. The intimate nature of his touches in combination with the sensation of his slightly calloused palm against your skin and the pecks he’s littering across your collarbones make your heart flutter in your chest.

When you feel his teeth nibble at your neck, you breathe, “Baby, stop. You’re gonna get me all worked up,” and shift uncomfortably in his lap.

His grip tightens ever so slightly to hold you in place. “Is that so?” he questions coyly, pulling away from your neck so he can shoot you that signature smirk of his. “What if I told ya that’s what I wanted, huh?” Suddenly, you’re acutely aware of his fingertips fiddling with the hem of your dress.

Though your resolve is slowly crumbling at his touch—as it had an annoying habit of doing—you argue, “Can’t you at least wait ‘til we get home?”

“Who says we hafta wait?”

“Oh, I don’t know, the law?”

He scoffs at your retort and comments, “C’mon, honey, we both know that if I don’t fuck ya right here, yer just gonna end up riding me in the front seat of the car. Waitin’ ‘til we get home ain’t even an option at this point.” You quickly avert your gaze in a futile attempt to hide the effects of the heat rising to your face as well as the pout that forms on your lips at being so irritatingly transparent. A small breath of satisfaction at knowing he’s seen through you once again rushes out of his nose as he trails his fingers along the inside of your thigh. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna even notice my hand takin’ a little detour, do you?”

His words light a fire in your stomach that burns hotter underneath the pads of his fingertips as they move beneath the skirt of your dress to inch closer to your painfully throbbing core. You curse the shuddering breath that escapes your lips when his nail grazes the small bow adorning the top of your underwear. “Atsumu,” you sigh.

“Yer wearin’ those lacy panties I bought for ya, ain’tcha?” he muses, admiring the small crinkle of your eyebrows he knows from experience appears moments before you quietly plead for more. He brings his face closer to your ear, feeling his growing erection strain against his pants at your unsteady breathing, and whispers, “I wish I could see how pretty they look all soaked ‘cause of me.” A soft whimper echoes from your throat when he slides his fingers across the wet material between your legs.

“What if someone sees?” you whine, tightening your grip on his shoulders, causing the material of his t-shirt to bunch up beneath your fingertips.

In response, he presses a reassuring kiss against your lips and murmurs, “Sees what?” His feigned cluelessness would be infuriating to you if his digits weren’t slowly pushing your underwear aside so they could venture along your exposed slit. “We’re just two lovers in the park havin’ an intimate conversation, is all.”

The devious grin on his face widens when a teasing touch against your clit changes your tune. “Please,” you utter, any filter or reservations you had before going straight to hell. Now that he’s spreading that fire between your legs with his well-placed pokes and prods, there’s no way you’re going to tell him to stop.

“There she is,” he purrs, his lips finding your neck once more to shower it with tender kisses before pulling away once more so he can watch you. As his fingers move from your clit to your entrance, he finds that you’re too tight to take in more than one of them. “It’s okay, baby girl. Let me into that cute, little pussy of yours ‘nd I’ll make ya feel so good. I promise.” His words have you clenching even harder against his finger, nearly pushing it out of you entirely, but the feeling of his thumb circling your bundle of nerves as his other hand massages your hipbone helps alleviate the issue.

Soon, he’s able to slide two fingers in with relative ease and use them to knead the spongy area deep inside of you. “Fuck…” you hiss under your breath and squeeze your eyes shut. His skilled digits are soon pumping in and out of you slowly, and his thumb dragging across your pearl with each thrust is edging you closer to your orgasm in no time. “More… please! I want more.”

The desperation in your tone makes his dick throb painfully, which he voices with a low groan into your neck. “Think ya can take me, sweetheart?” he asks, though he already knows what your answer will be.

“Mm!” you confirm enthusiastically with a nod, opening your eyes to meet his curious gaze, “I wanna feel you inside me, ‘Tsumu.”

“In a public place where anyone could see us? Damn, yer horny as hell, ain’tcha?”

You furrow your eyebrows with indignation and grumble, “You started it.”

“I did,” he admits, bringing his face closer to your ear so he can nip at the shell of it, “And I intend ta finish it. Same goes for you as well.” After planting an affectionate kiss against your lips before you can even respond, his free hand’s darting beneath the cover your dress’s skirt provides to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. “So good to me, baby,” he whispers as he drags his fingers coated in your essence along your slit once more, sending a small jolt of pleasure through your body and causing your hips to buck against him impatiently.

A glance downwards reveals a distinct lump beneath the flowing cotton material that makes you swallow thickly. Though your pussy is practically dripping with anticipation, you know his size is going to stretch your walls painfully. Quietly, you request, “Please be gentle.”

“’Course,” is his reassuring response as he uses his grip on your hips to align your entrance with his cock. Once you’re shifted into the appropriate position, he uses light pressure to bring you down onto him at a slow pace.

However, the sounds of nearby voices startle you, and you pause, refusing to budge. Both yours and Atsumu’s gazes dart about your surroundings until you both spot another couple wandering along the path nearby. Though there’s ample foliage shrouding you from their view, you still feel nervous at the thought of being caught; but you must admit the adrenaline rush also goes straight to your core. Unbothered by the possibility of being spotted—and probably turned on by it, instead--Atsumu pulls you down onto him enough to push the pulsing head of his cock into your pussy.

You’re almost entirely sure the couple can hear the squeal you release, but they don’t stop walking or glance in your direction at all. When you shoot your boyfriend a less than pleased look, his only defense is, “Don’t worry, baby; I’ll make sure nobody sees us,” but he adds, “Though there are people out there who enjoy watchin’, ya know. Can’t do anythin’ about them.”

You respond with a light smack against his arm, but he soon ends your conversation by inching himself deeper inside of you. The way you clench around him at the slightly painful sensation reminds him of just how small your sweet, little core is compared to his large dick, and he loves it. Since your face is contorted in discomfort, he tilts his chin up to capture your lips with his.

“Jus’ relax, sweetheart,” he soothes between kisses as he takes to running one of his hands up and down your back. His words and tender touches eventually melt your pain away, and you allow him to slowly plunge into your warm depths until his tip bumps your cervix. “Fuck, (f/n); your pussy feels so goddamn good.” Heat pools in your abdomen at his praise, and another low hum rumbles in his throat when your walls flutter affectionately around him.

Gently, you move your hips against his at a pace that feels most comfortable for you, and that he matches his long but deep strokes. His arms encircle you, bringing your chest closer to his face so he can tease your nipples, which he can see poking against the thin fabric of your dress since you’re not wearing a bra. It’s a good choice, he thinks, since he can use his teeth to stimulate them without having to expose you. It’s almost as if you came on this picnic date prepared to fuck him in the park—although, you wearing the loose sundress was his idea. He had to pride himself for that, since he was now reaping the rewards of his suggestion.

As much as you want to speed up and let him pound into you mercilessly, you’re both able to show a bit of restraint given the nature of the situation. But that certainly doesn’t mean the experience is any less enjoyable by a long shot. He adds more pleasure to every meeting of your hips by including his fingers in the mix for you to grind against. Given how unsettled you’d felt at the idea initially, you’re surprised how quickly you find yourself getting lost in the moment and approaching your orgasm. Each precisely placed thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy through your body that force you to stifle your moans with your hand, and Atsumu’s eagerness to indulge your needy pussy encourages him to bounce you up and down on his lap with a bit more speed and force.

“Just like that, baby,” you tell him breathlessly, leaning into the hand he has resting against your stomach so he can feel his dick prodding it from inside you with every snap of his hips. “So good…”

His gaze travels from your breasts back up to your face so he can admire your expressions as you get closer to coming undone. “I know yer close. Cum all over my cock for me, princess.” The way his fingers stimulate your sensitive spot has you orgasming only a few seconds after he’s uttered his gentle command. With a mewl muffled by your hand, you feel ecstasy overtake your entire body as you gush all over him and squeeze him tightly enough to make him press his face into your chest once more to stifle a loud groan.

“That’s it,” he praises shakily, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down so he can feel the effects of your climax on every inch of his dick. “So fucking good, baby.” With a final, particularly forceful thrust, he releases inside of you and rides out his own high as you drape your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

When you’re both finished, you take a moment to regain your breath and your composure before daring to open your eyes and see if you’d raised any suspicions. Thankfully, you don’t find anyone watching you with horror—or rapt attention, much to your relief, since either would be mortifying. Atsumu’s lips peppering your chest with gentle kisses draws your gaze to him as he lifts his head to regard you with somewhat hazy eyes. You chuckle at his slightly dazed expression, though you’re sure you look more than fucked out as well.

“That was so hot,” he comments with a sigh of contentment before pressing a loving kiss against your lips, “Who woulda guessed that you ‘nd I would end up fuckin’ during a picnic of all things today?”

You reply, “Not me, that’s for sure.” After allowing your lips a few more moments to catch up on all the kisses you’d been avoiding for the purpose of being as discreet as possible, Atsumu lifts you off of him so he can make himself decent before pushing your skirt away. “Let’s go, ‘Tsumu. The last thing we need is to get busted for having sex in public.”

“We’re gonna be fine!” he grumbles and dismisses your worries with a wave of the hand, “Could ya hand me one of the bags of food, though?” You raise an eyebrow at him, since you’re hardly in the mood to stick around after what you’ve just done. With a roll of the eyes, he leans in closer to you and informs you, “There’s a wet spot on my pants that needs covering up, thanks ta you, so, hand it over ‘nd we can get outta here.”

“Are you complaining?”

“’Course not! In fact, I can’t wait ‘til we get home so you can do it all over again.”

treat me to a coffee! ⭐︎ kinktober masterlist

taglists (see pinned post on my blog for form)

general: @dinablossom, @newfriendjen​, @devlovesramen, @ohbyunhunn, @aftcrlust, @mister-future, @kyleclxin​

atsumu: @pretty-setters​, @misora-msby​, @why-aminot-dead​, @lotsoffandomrecs​, @atsunakaashi​, @heyhinata​, @why-aminot-dead​

[princess-fuckrosa]

Hi! Can I please request Langa with a tough on the outside soft on the inside skater s/o? Maybe if they r competitive and love challenges. Ty!

Thank you Anon, it was really cute!!💖

Langa with a tough on the outside soft on the inside skater s/o

I will start with a personal note, I really love the dynamic between you two

He spotted you one time when he was skating alone through the town, doing tricks on railings and other objects in the park, he felt some kind of excitement watching you nailing every obstacle

He tried to catch up with you, but he was too far away when he finally decided to go after you, and he almost got lost while he was trying to find you poor baby

After that, he saw you a few more times, but you always got out of his sight so quickly that. Somehow the chase after you made him want to talk to you even more 

He told about you to Reki but he was not sure who he was talking about, assuming that you should be someone new.

As he was still talking about you later that day with such adoration, he teased him playfully about him falling in love at first sight with you

He got so embarrassed and he instantly denied Reki's teasing, saying that he was only interested in your skating

But oh boy, that got thrown into the trash quickly when he saw you later on S

He grabbed Reki's arms so hard that he yelped haha

And after watching you having a duel with some random guy who mocked you, it was almost obvious even for him that yeah, you stole his heart

You won, of course

He was really hesitant to approach you but Shadow and Miya pepped him up while Reki went to catch you before disappearing again, although he was almost sure that he won't be able to find you  that night

So he was so surprised when you finally stood in front of him with a confident smirk on your face

"So you're the one who wanted to challenge me?"

That left him speechless. He turned over to look at Reki, but he only saw his friends back as they left him alone with you

"Damn you guys, lying like that to someone as cool as this person"

His wide eyes shifted to you, you were so beautiful and inviting, but the promise of the duel made him quickly forgot that he was nervous

Langa just nodded, and you two had the most exciting race ever

Let's just forget about the existence of Adam now lol

It felt different from anything you experienced before, you felt free and somehow connected during the whole time, it really left both of you in an awe

It was so close that no one was able to tell which one you crossed the finish line first

After that, you were the one who approached him first, after spotting him and Reki practicing in the park, Langa was surprised but very happy to see you

From that day, you joined in with them, hanging out and having fun with Langa and his friends

It didn't take long for you two to warm up to each other

Your tough attitude made him confused sometimes, but after seeing you getting a little softer from certain triggers, he was more sure about his feelings

It makes him smile every time when you let yourself get more vulnerable before him, he would never tease you about it, but would try to tell you how much he appreciates it

Which made you so embarrassed for the first two times that you immediately got more tough than usual, seeing your discomfort, Langa promised himself that in the future he will only bask in the moment, without saying a word

He would stand up for you in front of anyone who would dare to mock you about your softer side, even if it makes you a little uncomfortable at first

He loves your competitive side, these constant little races and competitions push you both to get even better and reach higher levels, and it's also a great bonding opportunity

Langa doesn't mind you being tough, in fact, it makes him love you even more, he respects your strength and strong demeanor but adores every little moment when you show him your other side.

[aitarose]

OUR LAST SUMMER (A.MIYA) —❥ pairing: miya atsumu x fem!reader

synopsis: one summer was all the time you had together—all the time you had to bask in the sun-kissed rays and sand-filled beaches, share soft butterfly kisses and feel the comfort of being wrapped in his arms—until his boat sailed off into the sea, forever. 

word count: 3.0k

genre: mamma mia inspired, summer fling, somewhat stuck together, angst, fluff, casual/formal writing, second person

warnings: commitment issues, mentions of suggestive content, minor cursing, heartbreak?

notes: this was an impulse blurb because i haven’t posted any actual fics in nearly a month so here you go lol asdfjl IT’S A LITTLE ROUGH BUT I HOPE IT’S LEGIBLE LMAO AND ITS SHORT AS HELL SORRY JALSD MY BRAIN D!ED

—❥ DIRECTORY

You remembered the first time you’d seen him.

He was a stranger, a man that you’d never once met before—standing smack-dab in the middle of your dock, the place you’d always come to clear your thoughts after hours upon hours of work, though you didn’t technically own it. It was just tradition, an accustom that you’d grown so used to that it seemed like everyone’s daily—well, everyone but his.

There were few people you didn’t know on the island, having been a member of the local family business of hotels and inns. Your little paradise, the chains of suites and saunas that you liked to think were a hidden wonder of the world—hidden to only you and the reoccurring tourists that would stay on your infamous Greek Elysium. 

The usual familiarity was scarce at the sight of his bright blonde hair and sun-kissed skin, light freckles peppered across the swells of his cheeks—no doubt caused by countless hours at sea as he stood beside a large sailboat. He appeared to be a free spirit, much different to all of the others that would find stay on the shores. 

It was a common getaway, an escape from the reality of life and the troubles that came with emotional attachments and labor. Every personality was alike, each one masking the pain of all that tied them down—wishing that they’d ever have to board that boat back to the mainland, and just stay in a world without worries and never-ending surf. 

But the way he was standing with his body language in reaction to the sea, made you think that perhaps he wasn’t like all of the other’s who came and went. That perhaps he was a free spirit entirely on his own, one that didn’t force the necessities of comfort and relaxation on his mind—it just came naturally.

“You lost?” Your voice called out, the sound ringing with the wind chimes against his sails—diverting his attention from the white peaked waves to your melodious sound. He gave you his full attention, immediately focusing on your approaching frame—a look of relief arising on his face. 

He reached behind his neck, scratching the roots of his hair whilst a sheepish smile gleamed in the light. “Thank god, you found me!” He chuckled, the browns in his eyes sparkled with golds and copper, complimenting his overall look perfectly—in all honesty, you didn’t think you’d ever seen such a handsome man. “I docked around a half-an-hour ago, just didn’t know where I was supposed to head next.”

“Would a beautiful girl like yourself happen to have the time to help a poor sailor out?”

Shaking your head, you grinned, scoffing slightly at the obvious flirtation, before walking towards him. Your feet moved in small steps, thoughts dancing around the idea of a summer fling—after all, it wouldn’t be the first time something like this had happened. You, an eccentric woman, one with the island, always seeming to attract men of all natures with not a care in the world.

Maybe he would be your new conquest, your newest mark in the endless journey of love that you never wanted to conclude. Another man who’s mood would turn from complete adoration to disgust when you’d reject his love and send him off to sea—never to be met again. Simply a memory you’d look back on when your past ran wild and smile in nostalgia. 

You plopped down on the end of the dock, head thrown back as your feet touched the water—a refreshing feeling taking over your entire body. The man watched in amusement at your obvious compatibility with the ocean currents and approached you as you patted the place beside you—an open seat reserved for him.

“So, sailor.” You mocked, swinging your jaw to face him with a sing-song tone. “Tell, me. What brings you to my island?”

He raised his eyebrows, creases appearing near his forehead with youthful wrinkles at their wits—not hiding how enamored he was at your playful tone. “Your island?” There was a matched mood in the both of your speech, potential feelings rising in the pits of your stomachs. “I’m sorry, gorgeous. Last I checked, you didn’t own all of Greece.” 

You scoffed, kicking your feet up to splash his ankles—cold sprays of salt water hitting the skin of your shins up to your thighs. “Well, last I checked lonely sailors didn’t talk back to pretty women—or are you just an enigma Mr...”

“Miya.” He replied, concluding the sentence that you hadn’t been able to finish with ease—identity revealed to the girl he’d already festered a crush on, despite it only having been a mere twenty minutes since you’d first begun to speak. “Miya Atsumu.”

‘Y/N L/N.” You held out a hand with a shit-eating grin as he gripped it firmly, shaking your palm enthusiastically whilst your eyes held his—a silent stare down in the midst, the morning sunrise changing to one of noon, reminding you of the ticking time. “And how long did you say you’ll be staying here?”

“Well, I’m here for my brother’s wedding.” Atsumu shrugged, nudging your shoulder with his and gazing out to the countless other sailboats in the bay. “Technically, I’m only meant to be here for a few weeks...”

“...but I’m sure I’ll find something here to keep me longer.”

And that he did. 

He’d managed to find a countless number of reasons to keep himself busy. Infinite excuses not to set his sail at sea—excuses that had nothing to do with the start of Osamu’s wedding festivities, or with the waning fear of his workplace calling him back to play, or even the worry of his heavy pockets running dry of cash.

Perhaps it had something to do with how his heart pounded whenever you were around. The artery nearly jumping out of his chest in the times you’d grab his hand and pull him along the stone-studded paths throughout the tropical trees,  giving him tours of your favorite spots—laying picnic blankets under the shade and sharing piña coladas with pink straws. 

Or the constant days at the beach. How you’d share an umbrella only for it to fly away in the wind—leaving the two of you out in the open rays of the sun, vulnerable to burns that Atsumu always managed to obtain. You later having to help him wash off in a cool shower—concern furrowing at your brows with every wince and whine he’d muster. 

Treating him as your own personal island dweller, you’d become attached at the hip. Neither one of you wanting to be without the other for longer than a day—knowing that your time was limited, but ignoring it all the same. The summer was one of new opportunities and experiences, things that you had already set your mind to—only now having his name next to those goals.

Your first impressions had been correct, he was undoubtedly different from all of the other flings you’d had in the past—and you’d come to realize this on the day he’d asked you to be his date to his brother’s wedding. The brother that had no idea you existed, whom you hadn’t ever planned on meeting was inevitably getting an unexpected guest.

That unexpected guest being you, of course, arriving with Atsumu on your arm and wearing a beautiful shade of baby blue. Osamu and his bride had welcomed you with open arms, no suspicions at all when they’d noticed the genuine look of happiness in the blonde’s eyes—a look that they hadn’t seen come out of him in a very very long time.

“Was it everything you dreamed it would be?” He whispered, lips pressed against your hair—arms holding you close as the gentle orchestrals echoed in the night night breeze. The shadows of candle lit jars and paper lanterns covering your face in defined shades of grey—making you look all the more gorgeous.

You sighed into his chest, taking in his sweet scent, that of fresh oranges and salt—the smell of the ocean never truly washing away from his aura. “I loved it, actually.” An earnest tone spoke out from your mouth, sincere admissions flowing like waves, reaching his ears and giving him little dreams of the future—your future.

“It was one of the most beautiful ceremonies we’ve hosted, and I truly mean that.” Your voice was soft, quiet as to not disturb the calm mood in the moonlight—the stars shining down on every pair on the dance floor, even the young children blowing kisses in each other’s direction, not knowing the true feelings of love, yet wishing for them in their hearts. 

Atsumu took a step back, holding your hand in his and spinning you beneath the stringed bulbs—smiling warmly as you let out an uncontrollable giggle—complaining how he was making you dizzy with glee. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so utterly full of admiration for a single person in the entirety of his life.

With a smirk at the corners of his cheeks he pulled you in, twirling you back around and into the safety of his tanned arms—the physical contact was nothing new to you, yet there was something in the way his palms held yours that made you feel like there were ulterior motives to his antics. 

“Steady there, sailor.” You whispered, slightly out of breath—not only from the tireless dancing you’d endured all evening, but from the minimized distance between your bodies. His lips were a mere centimeters away from yours, so close and also so far. “Wouldn’t want you doing something you might regret.”

He shook his head, leaning in to commit to the thing he wanted most in the world—his fingers reaching up to guide your chin to his, the calloused skin of his thumbs tickling your sensitive nerves and setting free all of the festering butterflies in your chest. 

“Trust me, gorgeous, when I say that I don’t have regrets.”

His words were quickly muffled as you pressed your lips against his, smothering any quips that could possibly arise and drowning them in an ocean of pure desire and infatuation. It felt like you were on ecstasy, the uncontrollable yearning for his intimacy finally being yours to have and to hold—all coming together in one innocent kiss in the middle of an almost empty wedding reception. 

Your palms held his jawline, pulling him as close as possible whilst doing your best to convey your display of passion as small and intimate—not wanting to steal the celebrations of the day from the bride and groom—who’d in all honesty, disappeared themselves hours before, no one having seen them since then.

A quiet gasp rose from your throat as he bit your bottom lip, wanting more even though he knew that it wasn’t the time you could grant his wish—anticipation for the night to come, when you’d leave the party hand-in-hand, rushing from the back of his brain to the frontal lobe as he pulled away.

“’Tsumu.” You breathed out, eyes locked on his with giddiness underlying the tiredness in your voice. His expression matched yours, one of completion and success—patting himself on the back in imagination with the knowledge that he’d won your attention. “What was that?”

He stepped aside, still holding your hand in his, leading you off of the stone platform and into the gallery of cloth-lined tables with scattered guests—drunk in happiness and alcohol, blind to any real-world worries. The moment felt like a fever dream, an event that only occurred in film and television—nothing that you’d ever expected to experience yourself.

But with Atsumu, anything seemed to be possible. The slim probabilities becoming a zero percent error whenever he set his mind to a goal, bringing you along with him every step of the way. His calls out to you raspy from ahead, scratchy from the amount of hollering and applause he’d performed for his twin during speeches and vows.

“That,” he began, glancing back at you as you ran together towards his little villa, “that was only the beginning of the rest of our endless summer.”

And he was right, it certainly was the beginning of something. Something special and real—something that you’d never once felt in your life, right in your arms, right in front of you. He was your perfect match, you were tired of denying it—but there was one thing that the two of you had forgotten in the blissful montage of stolen kisses and sleepless nights.

Every beginning has an end. 

All stories have a final chapter, one that no reader wanted to page through—but couldn’t resist knowing the final outcome of their two favorite characters, what could possibly happen to their relationship, their future, their unspoken and unequivocal love for one another that had manifested on the ink blotched pages. 

Some had happy endings, epilogues in which the main love interests proceeded to get married, have a few kids that’d run around their fenced backyard with the sprinkler system running on overdrive. That was the dream, the dream that seemed so idealistic to most, the ideal life to live—to grow old holding hands against the oak wood of your rocking chairs as the sun set over the horizon. 

But that wasn’t your ideal life, and neither was it Atsumu’s. 

So, your story wasn’t one of those lucky fairy tales that had a happily ever after. It wasn’t a bedtime story that you’d read to your grandchildren or younger relatives, nor was it a time you’d try to forget as it ended right where it had initially begun—on the public docks of your inn house, in front of his weary sailboat.

The only differences being the setting sun rather than the rising dawn and the twinkling stars appearing in the dark sky in contrast to their disappearance in relation to the morning clouds. Perhaps it was the universe telling you that it was all coming to an end, shooting off into the darkness with the explosions of nebulas and constellations. 

“So, this is it.” Atsumu spoke aloud, possibly to you or the emptiness of the sea. The usual warmth in his tone sounding robotic and unkept, unfamiliar to your heart, unfamiliar from the man you’d come to hold such strong feelings for in a mere three months. “This is our last night, our last minutes.”

He turned to face you, hands holding the limp ropes whilst pulling them tight and wrapping them in their holsters, billowing the sails in the strong night breezes—there was said to be a storm brewing, and it was ever so timely to have happened the same night a hurricane was forming in your blackened and broken heart. 

You’d never seen such a sorrowful expression on his face, used to the typical dumbstruck happiness and easygoing nature that was void and lost, that absence setting in the reality of your relationship’s oblivion. He let go of his secured ties, elbows leaning against the railing and towards you as you stood at the edge of the doc. 

“It doesn’t have to end here, you know.” He suggested, his voice shaky and unsure—not knowing what your response would be—not knowing that you loved him, too. “You could come with me, see a world that isn’t an isolated island—we could travel together, see all the other wonders—we could be happy, forever.”

Your breath hitched, chest airtight, all of the oxygen in your lungs at max capacity—catching in your lungs with no chance of getting out. His words had somehow managed to itch the hidden and sensitive regions of your heart—the ones that had always been guarded from others, the places that he’d been able to weasel his way into. 

At the look on your face, he already knew your answer. An unspoken rejection standing stale in the humid air between you, the still distance growing further and further despite your motionless stances. Two broken hearts longing for one another with no resolution to be met. 

He bit his lip, holding back tears in the nightly shadows and nodding his head—believing that he’d been right all along. That his presumptions about you had actually been correct, that he hadn’t been different, that he hadn’t been your person amidst the countless other personalities you’d fallen for over the summers—that he’d simply been another paradisiac fling that you’d thrown away. 

But he’d never been so wrong. 

You did love him, you loved him with your entire soul—your entire existence. There was no dream you wanted more than to be with him forever, to spend every single moment in his company of laughter and contagious smiles. To pepper him in kisses and take morning dips in the ocean as the sun rose over the horizon. 

He was your soulmate, the other half that you never thought you would find—an egocentric and boastful man unlike any other you’d met before. Atsumu was your salvation, but with the fear of commitment and settled life at the back of your brain, you had no choice but to watch as his love faded into remorse. As his undying love was pulled beneath your currents of self-doubt. 

“Thank you.” He spoke, words dull yet also meaningful—full of every last confessional emotion he had to make, full of all the lost ‘I love you’s’ and goodnight wishes in the past seventy-two days of being in each other’s arms. “Thank you for letting me love you.”

And with those words, your heart sailed into the vast horizon—through the swift currents and past the submerged rocks, peaking in the rising and falling black waves. The bright white sail of his stern shading into grey as he became nothing but a speck in the night—lost to the endless sea and unknown future, a future without you. 

A future that you’d never know anything of, communication gone, forgotten between you and stripped away by the receding tides. The tides that had come just as fast as they’d gone—a physical representation of the whirlwind love story that you’d lived during the most memorable summer of your life. As you’d never be able to forget him. 

You’d never be able to forget the first man you’d ever loved. 

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[letshaikyuu]

How about kissing HCs for Miya twins, Suna and Kita? How would they kiss their s/o? What would be their favourite place to kiss them and receive the kisses? TONS OF HUGS AND KISSES FOR YOU 💕❤️ (but only with your consent)

Of course I want hugs and kisses anon, so gimme ;333 and this is such an adorable request so thank you mwah

ღ 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐪 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ღ

ღ𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: lots of smooching cause we all imagined that at some point; maybe a touch of nsfw cause Atsumu is mentioned here lol

 ღ𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 

ღ 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 ღ

His kisses are always passionate with the roughness level depending on the time and place lol. There’s always a touch of roughness when he kisses you, whenever and wherever, and his main mission is to leave you stunned and flustered after each one

He is a lips man. His go-to spot to kiss would have to be your lips or while you're making out - your collarbone. That sounds kind of unusual, but there’s definitely something going on between him and collarbone. Especially if you happen to be sensitive there, he won’t hesitate with leaving kisses, hickeys and nuzzling that area

Also, if he’s talking about passionate kissing, he wants to be kissed smackdown on the lips. On the other hand, I want people to portray Atsumu as someone who acts all tough and mighty, but at the same time has this soft side. Pssst, kiss his neck and he will squirm cause he’s sensitive there 

ღ 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 ღ

Osamu is sometimes more of a passionate kisser and sometimes a very lazy one. He knows he can kiss well and he likes that element of surprise. Usually sneaks a kiss when you least expect it or right before falling asleep, effectively leaving you with a prominent blush on your face cause damn that was hot

There’s this one place on your body he adores leaving a gentle kiss or two, and that’s the small of your back. A day never goes by when his fingers are not aimlessly tracing that sensitive area and are replaced with his lips. His hands are always on that area as well, so he kind of has a favorite spot ;3

I think that if you cradle his hands in yours and leave a gentle kiss on them, he just goes 💓💓💓. His hands are his moneymakers and he likes when you pay attention to them and he takes care of them a lot as well

ღ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 ღ

Lazy kisser all the way. Even if you’re passionately making out, he still doesn’t have that significant roughness like some might have. He is also into lazy French kissing, nothing that leaves you with bruised lips or shortness of breath. He enjoys kissing that doesn't use much energy lol

Favorite place to kiss is definitely the nape of the neck. Because he’s such a soft kisser, it leaves a trail of ghostly patterns on your skin and it never fails to make you shiver. He sometimes incorporates a sneaky nibble or two just to get you worked up ;’)

Kiss him and leave marks on his jawline. Why I have no clue, but it just came to me. He adores when he’s doing something and you just come up and want to grab his attention by leaving a trail of kisses along his jawline. I’m falling in love again fuck

ღ 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 ღ

Kita has some mad kissing skills. Exceptionally rough when jealous or you two are making out, but generally he really likes leaving soft kisses. I feel like after kissing you, he just presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes to savor the moment

He can be such a softie sometimes and leans down to kiss your forehead. His bangs would gently tickle your forehead and it’s just such a soft and wholesome moment that I’m spreading my uwus excuse moi. When things get steamy, inner thigh kisses are definitely a thing ;3

Honestly, a simple and soft kiss on the lips is his favorite thing ever, but when making out, he’d love if you just trailed your kisses from his lips down to his collarbone and all over his chest T^T. Amazing

[vulpes-ferus]

What can one expect if they were to throw their character at Miyako? Mischief? Death? <.< What does her tarot card readings entail?

Well, the short answer is: it's really about what the other person wants out of the interaction, whether it's a one-off scene, or a long-term RP.

Allow me to elaborate!

What I mean here is... while Miya is her own person, she's very much meant to further things for other people/provide a catalyst for others' stories! I'll start with - no death. (Unless, of course, someone wants to kill off a character? I doubt that, however, lol!) But mischief of all sorts - I sort of assume people are somewhat familiar with fae, and stories of fox's trickery, and trickster gods and spirits... and she's right up that alley for those tropes. Mischief, trouble-making - illusions, charms, seduction, abduction?, deal-making, spells, maybe potions even? I haven't thought about those...but rooted in nature-magic! Very chaotic-neutral, with dark tendencies - kitsune are accused of not only being harmless tricksters who use human guises to goof on people - but also of possessing people, and seducing people to devour their souls in real world tales, so...why not here, too? In XIV, I imagine it sort of translates to seducing people to try and snack on aether. Though, again, that's dangerous and obviously not something I want to cause OCs like...lasting harm with. Just angst. Also, only with consent! She also doesn't have to be successful! Or maybe you make her a better offer - or a more amusing one, or intriguing one... we're playing with fae/fickle-nature-spirit vibes, so you never know. Offer her something ridiculous, maybe she'll think it's neat and want to keep you around! Though that might also prove a problem...

Or just bully her? IDK, maybe it'll work. I hear kitsune have to keep their soul safe in a little ball/gem, after all. Sure wouldn't want harm coming to that! She doesn't have to be the antagonist! Others can be her antagonist if they want - whether it's because you know the tales of kitsune/nogitsune, and you don't trust her! Or because she's conned you, or hurt you, or you sense her aether is weird, or you spot her fox-tail while she's masquerading around in public and call her out on it because YOU know the stories, or maybe you're just a plain old villain, yourself! ....there are legitimately countless ways things can go with her - there's no saying interactions can't end up relatively friendly, too (especially if you're pretty attuned with nature, yourself)!

I'm always willing to toss her out to be a supporting character in others' plots - be it an antagonistic role, or otherwise.

Another fun point - she's been trapped for centuries! The world has progressed a lot...she's going to be pretty confused about a lot of stuff! That's totally an opportunity for lots of different interactions! Maybe she'll have a soft spot for whoever helps her figure out the modern world.

tl;dr she doesn't have to be the one with all the power in the dynamic - the tables can readily be turned if you're clever! She's old, but has spent longer in her magical prison, than out of one. There's a lot she won't know. (Do I want to say 'just think of Loki'? I mean, she's a trickster, but she's not really evil - but it doesn't mean you won't get hurt, either.) - I did, as mentioned on her LFRP post, have in mind a potential plot idea for someone finding whatever magical prison binds her - offering for a unique relationship with whomever the person/people are that do the releasing... or don't do releasing. Maybe someone finds her who slaps another magical restriction on her from the get-go (or tries to...). It's literally all up to what others want - but realistically, if there's no interest in that point, I'm willing to just jump into RP and say that the magic on the bindings finally faded and she freed herself.

The tarot section is under the cut, because I'm taking forever and this is a long post!

Tarot

I own several decks! I may have her offer up which deck the other person wants to have cards read from (I'll have to get pics and post them here maybe...), though I'm certainly more familiar with reading certain of my decks, than others...though that means more practice for me, personally! I'll probably keep readings from 1-3 cards per question (I'll probably keep it to one question at first, and see how readings go/how long they take), considering a bigger spread can take a long while to really write out in a scene - though it can be taken under consideration to do longer readings...hell, maybe a scene even calls for more of an insightful read. I figure that the 'how' of contacting her can be made-up on the fly, as well - I've long had the idea of using her apartment as a sort of...well, naturey pocket-dimension? The person could be idly strolling through the forest, wishing for insight one moment, and be in her bower the next! Or maybe it's intentional, and she's called on at a shrine. Or just call for her out in the woods. How does any tricksy magical creature just so happen to show up to appeal to exactly what you want/need in that moment? It probably involves being in something that could be considered her domain...so somewhere in nature, temperate forests in particular. Or even a garden, I imagine. She hails from out East, naturally, though I fully intend for her to be rather drawn to the Shroud... how could she not be? There's a lot of room for creativity, there. (If I do readings I'll also be down to send pics of the spread to the individual, if we're connected in some fashion out of game - ie Tumblr, Discord.)

The short of it? If you want to meet her, we can make it happen. She can turn up just about anywhere, and will want to go mingle in public and see and do and try new things, as well!

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ IWAIZUMI HAJIME BEING A DAD HEADCANONS! ❞

✎ . . . Herrroooo! 👋🏽 May I request a Baby daddy head canon (The “as dads” head canons lol) please? For Iwaizumi and Nishinoya please and thank you 💞 Love your writing too!!!

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

✎ . . . jae idk whether anyone has requested this but is it okay if i request for some iwaizumi and ushi dad HCs 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ur HCs make me SO soft and tbh i just wanna live in ur imaginations 😢💞

❝ ― submitted by @b0kuto <3 ❞

✎ . . . since you did oikawa as a dad, what about my boyfie iwachann?? and maybe how their kids will interact with each other, thank you if you ever consider💛

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ��� character(s) ━ iwaizumi hajime <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATSUMU VERSION. ] [ KUROO TETSUROU & KOZUME KENMA HEADCANONS. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . happy 900 followers and happy birthday lizzie !! @kaidasen , i have two other iwaizumi hcs in my inbox and one being another dad req but not just general hcs and phew i'm tired

IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

➜ i'm not a s*mp but,,,

➜ i would glady offer him my hand in marraige

➜ you two weren't quick to settle down, since the both of you have been busy with your own jobs especially then, trying to survive a comitted long-distance relationship

➜ but now that it has been almost a year since you two got married, hajime knew he wanted to start a family with you

➜ and when i tell you that if MANS EVER EVEN THOUGHT of having children WITH YOU, you're in it for a long long run my love

➜ listen ─ iwa is a rational and decisive man, stubborn too, but overall thinks first before bringing these types lf serious stuff with you

➜ knowing that once you agree, mans will not be able to hold back anymore

➜ it was quite funny actually, since it has been a running joke between you two with your baby fever phase in high school that you soon grew out of when you attended collage.

➜ iwa used to relentlessly tease tf out of you but even then, he couldn't help but be the one that you want to have a child with

➜ now all the left over pride he has vanished away while he looks like a CLOWN as he nervously asked you about starting a family with him

➜ emodiment of👉👈😳🥺

➜ because now it was YOUR turn to tease tf out of him, payback bitch

➜ iwa : what if we . . start a family?? 😳👉👈 haha i'm joking . . . unless??

➜ you : it's funny how bitches turned into my fans💅💸

“ wow how the turn tables ”

“ baby girl, i don't think that's how it ─ ”

“ ─ aha simp ”

➜ but regardless, you immediately agreed to his offer and you BET that iwa would give you payback for all the teasing you have done in the bedroom

➜ ok bet fill me up to the brim sir

➜ okay um chile ,, i have to keep reminding of myself that this is a family friendly show

➜ he may be a little busy with work sometimes, but he'll always try to have time to go with you on your baby check ups and appointments which, he, actually booked the second you told him you were pregnant

➜ but whenever he doesn't, he would always be a lot more affectionate whenever he goes home to see you and would hear how you talk about updates from the doctor as he just RUBS YOUR TUMMY as he apologizes for not coming with you😭

➜ when you gave birth to a beautiful hanako, iwa couldn't help but cry because wow??YOU ARE SO WONDERFUL AND HE IS SO PROUD TO HAVE YOU AS HIS WIFE, AND YOU GAVE HIM THIS LOVELY MASTERPIECE OKAY AIGHT

➜ hajime didn't really care about gender now, but before he actually wanted a son, but as i said now, all his mind was just about you and your daughter ─ his precious girls

➜ besides, he has all the time in the world to make a son with you or two

➜ hanako, no matter how sweet she could be ─ she is lowkey a little shit too

➜ prefers hajime over you but would LOVE to rile him up and make it seem that she prefers you over him

➜ he would be a strict father, but such a softie for his daughter that he forgets why he even was mad when your daughter pulls up with THE TRUMP CARD with the same puppy eyes you always used on him

➜ like mans was already a goner but aight

➜ gets FLUSTERED AND EMBARESSED whenever hanako wants him to play with her with her dolls and he also has to act out with her lmao, but we all know she was doing it on purpose

➜ your daughter is a   s a d i s t

➜ makes her dad watch all the OLD barbie movies because she doesn't👏like👏the👏new👏ones👏

➜ periodt 😡💅

➜ has grown to LOVE the thought of being a princess AND HAJIME CALLS HER PRINCESS ALL THE TIME AHH

“ but daddy i'm a princess !! of course i need a prince ” hanako pouted as iwaizumi's tick mark just grew with the thought of his daughter having another boy in her life other than him ( and oikawa & perhaps future brothers😳 )

“ why would you need a prince when you already have your knight in shinning armor here, ” he gestured vigorously to himself with his hands moving up and down from his head to toe

“ oh yeah! i guess i'm okay with that ” your daughter giggled before calling out to you as she saw you coming into her line of sight, reaching her hands out for you to carry her

➜ and by the time you have her in your arms, she would always nuzzle her little head onto your neck, but this time, before he could, she looked back at her father ─ but this time with a mischievous glint

“ ─ for now ” she smiled cheekily before tugging you to head over to kitchen because one, she wants to get away from her father's intense aura emitting from him, and two, she was hungry

➜ as you can see, bb girl loves to rile up her father, but as i said, iwa could never stay mad for too long

➜ would, yes, kinda yell at his kids, but would NEVER EVER hit them

➜ would kinda BONK🔨💥 them but not the childhood traumatizing methods

➜ he has strong beliefs that hitting children are a no-go, because it would probably affect them in the future, and there are other, better and appropriate ways to handle them without leaving them in child trauma

➜ since argentina is close to california where you and iwa have settled down, you bet that oikawa BEGGED them to have a small little reunion atleast every other three months LMAO

➜ and when you gave birth to your son, hayato, oikawa's offer did not STOP, and when oikawa finally had the time to visit you guys with his family ─ it was chaotic.

➜ first of, hanako is so mean to oikawa for some reason but she also kinda likes him too?? 😭

➜ oikawa : that's so upsettin😔

➜ then moves to hayato because unLIKE A CERTAIN SOMEONE, hayato being the precious bb boy he is, accepted all the love oikawa would give him

“ hana-chan, yahoo !! ” before uncle tooru could engulf hanako as he ran up to her with arms open wide, she avoided his figure as he went pass her and hit himself on a lampost

➜ with a blank stare, she crouched to his cowering figure as he rubbed the spot on his head that hit the post while whining, poking his side in curiousity.

“ uncle, are you alright ─ ”

“ ─ oi, shittykawa what are you doing ─ ”

➜ as you and your husband along with oikawa's wife and kids, run up to where the two duo were crouching, your toddler son tilted his head innocently

“ shittykawa . . . ? ”

➜ usually these reunion day would always end in traditional family dinner with the iwaizumis and the oikawas ─ and after that, their offsprings just couldn't get away from each other when it's time to go 🥺

“ i don't want them to leave :( ” hayato pouted as he wouldn't let go of his little tug on akiro's sweater

“ hana-chan !! ” hikaru clung onto hanako as hanako quietly glared at him, trying to shake him off while she shyly held onto akio as aiko starts scolding her little brother

➜ also side note : you bet that they would come back to japan just to attend aobajohsai

➜ anywh0res😍

➜ iwaizumi is the type of dad that would give EQUAL amounts of love to his children, would never have favouritism with his children because that shit actually hurts ngl😔

➜ would arm wRESTLE with hayato but he doesn't wanna hurt him so he would always let him win though it may cost his pride

➜ someone thirst with me about his arms please😭😭

➜ when he's soft'ish

➜ it was near father's day and you have been planning for it along with your children but you guys were anything BUT LOWKEY

➜ iwaizumi could literally hear giggling in one of the rooms and he goes to check it out and sees nodding vigorously at hayato.

➜ wanting to join in the fun, he opened the door and leaned onto the door frame expecting for you to call for him to join you guys

➜ but to his suprised, you guys stayed unusually quiet while your two kids avoided eye contact with him

➜ iwaizumi was upset being left out, but didn't really comment on it. but as father's day rolls in with your two kids waking him up as he goes down to the kitchen to see his favourite breakfast along with some cards from hanako and hayato, and with you smiling warmly at him as you took off your apron before kissing him a goodmorning in his cheeks ─ he knew it was worth it, whatever you guys were planning

“ ew, mommy kissed dada!! ” shrieked by your children as hajime stuck a tongue at them as he grinned at you, lovesick, before he could get to steal kiss on your lips, you pushed his head to look at the opposite side

“ brush your teeth first, and THEN, i will think about kissing you ”