#dad! atsumu

[emmyrosee]

“Daddy?”

Atsumu immediately leaps a foot in the air from the small voice of your son, standing on the side of his bed, small arms cradling a stuffed duck. You’re not quite sure what woke you up- your husbands leap of terror, or your son’s tiny, frightened voice.

He groans and smacks a hand over his face, “bud, it’s the middle of the night. It’s too late to try and scare daddy to death.”

“Sorry,” he pouts. You close your eyes and sit up with a grunt, and he offers you a small wave, “hi mumma.”

“Hey, Kousei,” you hum. You press your fingers into your eye sockets, “what’s going on, sweetheart?”

The three year old digs his foot in the carpet, before flicking big brown eyes up at his dad, “know how look f’ monsters, daddy?”

Atsumu nods exhausted, “yeah, I do. What about them?”

“Man in my closet says no sleep.”

Atsumu immediately tenses up, your own eyes flying open as you look down in terror at Kousei.

“….who said that?” Atsumu chokes.

“The man in my-“

“Yeah, okay,” he squeaks. “Good to know I heard you right.” He looks over at you, eyes pleading for support, but when you nod towards the door, he shakes his head in fear. “Just- okay. Come on in bud.” He lifts the sheets for Kousei to climb in, which the small boy does.

You scoff, “isn’t that something you should discuss with your wife first?”

“You can go talk to the man in his closet, I’m all set,” he mumbles, kissing his son’s head.

You sigh and scrub your eyes, “should I get hisako?”

“No. She’s braver than us, she’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

[kkumri]

dads doing their best 🤧

[wttcsms]

triple trouble, atsumu miya

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 1.6k synopsis atsumu steals every reporters' attention as he introduces the media to his triplets during a post-game interview; or, more accurately, his triplets steal all the attention. like father, like sons. content contains domestic fluff, dad!atsumu, atsumu & reader are married and so in love, babies, mention of pregnancy more in this collection!

The flashes of cameras going off, the constant exclamations of “Miya! Miya!” coming from the crowd of journalists and reporters all vying for his attention, the fact that the foldout chairs they use for all these post-game interviews are harder on your ass than falling on asphalt — all of this is being handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.

Or, normally all of this would be handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.

But right now, the Atsumu Miya struggling to take a seat in the most uncomfortable chair known to man, dyed hair a mess, his usual trademark smirk replaced by furrowed brows and a look of concentration, doesn’t appear to be the godlike adversary on the court. In fact, he looks oddly human. 

The cause of what has humbled this cocky athlete and reduced him to mere mortal man are the three chubby toddlers he’s cradling in his arms. 

All of them are identical, from their chubby cheeks to their little grubby hands. Heads full of thick, dark brown hair (reminiscent of their father’s natural color) poke out from Atsumu’s hold, and the eighteen-month-olds’ eyes are all full of childlike wonder as they watch the crowd, confused as to who all these people are. 

After finally getting settled into his seat, Atsumu addresses the crowd casually, as if he didn’t spend the last two minutes ensuring that his baby boys weren’t going to slip from his arms while he tried to prepare for this interview. Akimitsu is secured in his left arm, Akihiko in the right, leaving poor Akinari to cling onto Atsumu’s neck. 

While athletes have been getting more comfortable with bringing their kids up on stage with them, no one has ever seen a professional athlete haul his three babies with him. 

A fact that one reporter is more than happy to point out.

“Miya, wife put you on babysitting duty?” A male journalist calls out from the crowd. A few chuckles follow, but Atsumu just smiles at the mention of you.

“Nah. It’s not babysittin’ if they’re your damn kids, right? Besides, she deserves a break.” A few appreciative murmurs flutter through the crowd. 

After the initial surprise of seeing identical triplets being carried in the MSBY Black Jackals’ setter’s arms, the reporters are back to business as usual. They’re all professionals — even if hearing Atsumu give them a great quote to use as a hook (“I respect Nakamura as a human bein’ but calling him a setter for a professional league volleyball team is an insult to setters everywhere.”) is followed by him cooing sweet words of affirmation to whichever of his sons happens to be babbling in his ears. 

“Nakamura isn’t a very good player, is he, Akihiko?” No one outside of your family and his teammates have ever heard Atsumu sound so affectionate. His words are practically coated in sugar, and it’s hard to remember that he’s insulting another player in the league whenever he’s practically bumping noses with his toddler son when he says it. 

Akihiko, most likely due to his father’s influence, lets out a stream of enthusiastic gurgles that Atsumu automatically translates to him being in complete agreement with him. 

“Write that down.” He says to the crowd. “Even my baby knows he’s shit at the game.” 

There’s a few more minutes of Atsumu answering the usual post-game questions, but halfway through one of his responses, Akinari loses his grip on Atsumu’s neck and is about to tumble to the floor before Atsumu’s reflexes kick in. You’ve made a joke once that you think Atsumu’s reflexes have become heightened after becoming a father; his athletic instincts have merged with the famous “dad reflexes” all fathers seem to be gifted with. (Atsumu tells reporters that this is why he keeps on becoming a better player; people think his family would hold him back, but once again, family is his greatest blessing.)

“Ya gotta hang onto me, buddy.” Atsumu can’t even pretend to be stern when he tells this to Akinari, who only smiles at him and exclaims something unintelligible. He shifts Akinari to his left arm, relaxes back in his seat, and is even excited to answer a question concerning his play style compared to Tobio Kageyama’s, but as he readjusts the two boys in his arms, Atsumu can’t help but startle at the fact that he has three kids. Not just two. 

Momentarily panicked, he almost wants to ask why the hell no one told him one of his kids jumped ship but then he feels a tug on the bottom hem of his volleyball shorts. 

Peering under the table, Atsumu is greeted with the sight of Akimitsu’s mischievous little face. He’s the oldest of the three and takes after Atsumu the most — meaning, he’s the cutest little nightmare there could ever be. 

“Whatcha doin’ under the table, Mitsu?” Atsumu asks, and Akimitsu gives out a happy, gleeful shriek. He’s clapping his grubby hands together and cheering. 

“Dada found me!” 

“I did find ya, buddy.” Atsumu coos. “Now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap?” 

After wrangling up all his kids once more, Atsumu sighs and looks up at the timer in front of him. 

“I have enough time for one more question.” He tells the crowd.

“Are you excited to get out of here and get back home to the wife?” 

“I’m always happy to come home to [Name]. If there’s a professional league for motherhood, she’s going into the hall of fame. I don’t know how she handles these fools by herself all day.” 

Akihiko takes a tiny, chubby hand and smacks Atsumu in the face. Repeatedly. 

“Home! Home!” His slaps get slightly more aggressive, but Atsumu’s received some serves with his face before, so it doesn’t really phase him. “Home! Mama!” 

“Well, you heard the man.” Atsumu actually gives a genuine smile for the cameras. “We gotta head home.”

You’re applying your moisturizer in the bathroom despite the mirror being fogged up from the hot shower. It’s probably why you don’t anticipate strong arms wrapping themselves around your body, and you gasp before your muscle memory recognizes him. Your body easily relaxes against his, and you’re smiling as you ask your husband, 

“Had a good day today?”

“We took ‘em in two straight sets. Slaughtered the other team to the point where it wasn’t even fair.” He angles his head just right so he can kiss you on the cheek, but you gently slap him away.

“I’m putting on moisturizer right now.”

“Great. My lips are dry.” He goes in for another kiss, and even though you’re giggling, trying to pull away from him, he still plants a peck on your soft skin. “Should I go for seconds, just for good measure?” He teases.

“Hmm, I guess so.” 

“Oh? What’s with the change? Realize how much you can’t live without my touch?” He pulls you in closer to him, your back pressed firmly against his chest. He’s fresh out the shower, stray droplets of water greedily clinging onto his skin. 

“Maybe.” You tilt your head back on the front of his shoulder so that you can see him. “You know your interview is trending on Twitter, right?” 

“Oh, yeah? Bet Nakamura’s pissed.” Atsumu sounds too happy at the concept. 

“No. There’s actually an interesting clip that keeps going around. Someone already used it as an intro for a thirst edit of you.” 

You like it when Atsumu is thinking. There’s an adorable crease in between his furrowed brows, and you can practically see him going through the memory files in his brain, trying to figure out what could possibly be worthy of inspiring an edit of him. 

“You seriously don’t know?” You’re laughing at him, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world. Atsumu doesn’t take kindly to being the butt of a joke, but from the moment he saw you, he knew he’d do anything to stay by your side, even becoming a fucking court jester if that’s what it took. 

You reach for your phone on the counter, taking a few seconds to load up the fan edit you have favorited. 

He’s burying his face in your hair, hiding away as he hears the audio of him going now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap playing on a loop. He groans when you let it replay, uncharacteristically shy as you keep telling him to watch it. 

“The comments are the best part, though, baby!” You haven’t been able to stop giggling at jackingthejackalsoff’s very bold and very true statement of yeah, if i were [name], i’d pop out triplets for him too tf 😭🙏.  

As Atsumu’s hands travel to rest against the growing swell of your belly, you tease him. “So, when the twins are born, do you think you’ll have enough space in your arms to haul all five of our kids, or should we finally use that baby chest carrier Shoyo gifted us?” 

“I can carry all of ‘em and you onto that stage.” He regrets making this smug remark whenever you slightly drop your teasing tone and use what he dubs The Mom Voice on him.

“Oh? If that’s true, then why did it take you so long to realize Akimitsu crawled out of your arms while you were busy calling your opponents scrubs?” 

“Have I ever told you what a wonderful mother you are? And this moisturizer! Wow, I don’t know what you’ve been doing with your skin, baby, but keep it up.” He’s peppering your face with more kisses, hurriedly trying to change the subject, and you gladly let him.

[haikyu-mp4]

not a request, just a little treat in the parenting genre

Atsumu got this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? No problem at all.

“Whoa, what?!” Atsumu was preparing lunches in the kitchen when one of the twins ran in with the other in tow. The girl was chasing the boy, who happily ran away in a pink dress.

“I’m wearing that today!” the girl screamed, no sense of indoor voice to be seen. Or heard. The boy laughed.

“Too bad it looks better on me!” To be fair, his son did slay in dresses. But Atsumu knows his daughter really loves that particular one. As in, it brings luck on first days.

“Get that dress off right now, mister!” Now they were all yelling. “You know yer sister wanted to wear that dress today, give it back.”

“Nu-uh!”

Atsumu does not have this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? Big problem.

By the time he caught up to his kids – at the same time his age caught up to him based on how his spine complained up the stairs – they were pulling each other’s hair on the floor of their parents' bedroom. Atsumu took a deep breath in before putting on his serious dad-voice.

“Both of you. Settle down. NOW.”

The kids barely even noticed he was there.

He will be apologising to his mother again next time he sees her. Twins are a nightmare.

"I'll tell your mom!" Atsumu stomped his foot childishly when they looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why did that work?!"

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[bunnykissses]

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[natriae]

DILF! Atsumu who meets you at his brother's Onigiri shop

DILF! Atsumu who comes in early to help with the ingredient shipment from kita to show of his muscles

DILF! Atsumu who makes constant sexual innuendos

DILF! Atsumu who brings you gifts everyday you come into work

DILF! Atsumu who tells you everyday while you prepare onigiri to quit and for you to live with him

DILF! Atsumu who on a particular bad day asked you to run away with him and you did

DILF! Atsumu who wears a swim trunks with a 3" inseam at the beach with you to show off his thighs

DILF! Atsumu who begs you to take off your cover up and show him the pretty bikini you wore under it

DILF! Atsumu who shocks you by telling you him and osamu are turning 47 this year

DILF! Atsumu who jokingly asks you to give him a show in your skimpy bikini

DILF! Atsumu who stayed sat and quiet during your lap dance once the two of you got back to the hotel

DILF! Atsumu who was stuffing hundreds in the tiny strings of the bikini for you

DILF! Atsumu who asks through his thick accent for you to marry him with a love stuck look in his eyes

DILF! Atsumu who got super excited like his highschool self when you said maybe you would let him marry you after your graduate college

DILF! Atsumu takes you on surpise trips with gift bags full of designer bags and expensive lingerie

DILF! Atsumu who you didn't let fuck you till after you graduated college just to tease him

DILF! Atsumu who spent the whole night just pleasing you not giving a flying fuck abt his hard on

DILF! Atsumu loves seeing you in white

DILF! Atsumu who had to pay his brother to not make you uncomfortable by asking abt your relationship at work

DILF! Atsumu who told osamu's kids to call you aunt y/n

DILF! Atsumu who had a soft spot of you and opened up about his dreams of always having children

DILF! Atsumu who finally got to put his dick in you on his 48th birthday and came like a virgin

DILF! Atsumu who models with you for magazines with your face hidden from the public

DILF! Atsumu who lets you and your best girl friend fuck as long as he gets to watch

DILF! Atsumu who got to hold his set of twins when he turned 49

DILF! Atsumu who purposefully wears tight t-shirts while playing with the kids so you see him as daddy and not just a dad

DILF! Atsumu with a super high libdo and accidentally gets you pregnant again

DILF! Atsumu who doesn't let you sleep in a separate bed even when you mad cuz he's absolutely smittin for you

[beangfrisky]

round three

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

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

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

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

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

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[silverhairsimp]

Dad!Atsumu!

This one is for my beloved @nekomasangel

CW: dad!atsumu, technically NSFW but not descriptive, reader gets pregnant, uncle!osamu, fluff

a/n: I’m having far too much fun with these dad drabbles, I might just have to keep them coming.

Find: dad!Osamu here!

Thinking about dad Atsumu whose first born likes his uncle Osamu so much better than him the first few years of his life.

It’s always been his dream to be a dad, but when he finally has a son of his own, the little brat always chose Osamu over him. No matter what the situation.

Your husband thought it would be hilarious to do that TikTok trend with the baby and his family members. Having each one of you sit in a line to see who the baby would crawl or walk to first. And it was always Osamu. Even when he had sat out after being picked first, Atsumu’s two year old would sit in the middle of the floor and look for his uncle.

It wasn’t until you convinced your husband that it would be so easy for uncle Osamu to watch the little one so the two of you could have a date night. And that date night, easily turned into a weekend away. Picking a nice hotel or fancy air bnb, taking you out to dinner and promising to grow your family in hopes Atsumu would have a kid that liked him more than his twin brother.

It didn’t take much convincing either. Not when Atsumu bent you over the couch the moment you got into your little weekend home. Devouring you from the back before shoving his own pants down in a hurry. “Please— please, give me another—“ he’d beg into your ear while his hips kept up that relentless pace.

His breath was hot on your neck while your moans echoed off the walls and the couch started to leave scuff marks on the hardwood floor. He kept taking you over and over again until he was sure it would take.

Nine months later you indeed did bless him with a baby girl. And that little one was his entire world! A daddy’s girl from the very beginning, searching for him the moment she opened her eyes, soothing herself at the sound of his voice.

Even as she grew older, your son saw the connection they had and learned to love his dad even more. So in the middle of the night, when they’d both storm into your shared bedroom, crying from bad dreams and needing their dad for comfort… he couldn’t even be mad because he asked for this. And you made sure to remind him of that when he woke up groggy the next morning because he couldn’t let his babies sleep feeling as if they weren’t protected.

He stayed up all night rubbing their backs and shushing them when the nightmares started to disrupt their sleep once more.

Turns out he just needed to give his boy time, because looking back, he gave his parents just as hard of a time when he was a kid. He supposes it was just a taste of his own medicine.

[lowkeyremi]

Haikyuu men as fathers pt 2.

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Ft. Kuroo, Tendou, Atsumu, and Tsukki.

Decided instead of babies I wanted to do slightly older kids! :)

CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage and some angst for tsukki’s

Enjoy lovelies <33

…………….

Kuroo Tetsuro:

“Nap time! If my two munchkins don’t go to take a nap, the nap time monster will come out!” He hears little playful shrieks from his son and daughter.

“But Daddy, I don’t want to!” His daughter whines. A soft smile arose on his face as he bent down to his 6 year old daughter’s level. “Mommy will get mad at me if you little nuggets don’t go lay down.” Kuroo covers his eyes and pretends to cry. His son comes out of nowhere and starts trying to comfort him. “Don’t cry daddy! Umiko and me will go lay down! Come on sissy, we don’t want daddy to cry anymore.” 6 year old Shinji drags his twin sister to their room.

As soon as he’s sure they’ve turned the corner a lopsided grin appears on his face, “works every time.”

He is a dad boss no questions asked

You need a break from the kids? He’ll take them to the park and get all their energy out

For the first couple of months of their lives you would have to drag Kuroo out of their room because his 6’2” ass would get in the crib and sleep with his babies

He DEFINITELY took some time off of work to be there for you and the babies

He always makes corny dad jokes (most likely about science) “Why are chemists excellent for solving problems?” …. “They have all the solutions.”

omg he thinks his jokes are so fucking funny too (his kids learn the hyena laugh 🤦🏽‍♀️)

Whenever you’re away he always sends pictures of what he and the kids are up to.

idgaf abt what you say, that man can COOK

Tendou Satori:

“You can’t tell mom I let you have chocolate before dinner, ‘kay?” He looks into his 9 year old daughter’s eyes waiting for her response.

“It’s our little secret!” She giggles and man is laughing contagious because Tendou starts to laugh too. You were working a little later than usual so Tendou picked up Mayumi even though it wasn’t his day to do so. “What do you want for dinner, May?”

Her eyes widen at the statement. Which tells Tendou a WHOLE lot “Dad’s cooking?!” She asks not because she’s excited but because she’s scared for her life. Tendou may be a chocolatier but this man is not a very good cook unless it’s pasta.

“Nah, we’re gonna stop and get dinner before we go home. Dad’s gotta close shop though, so I thought I’d ask so we can order.”

She hops off the counter and does a cute little dance. I mean.. it’s in her genes. “You’re the best, Dad!”

He shakes his head with a smile, “oh I try!”

SO PROTECTIVE

The second he finds out someone was messing with his baby, he called the teacher and talked things out with her

He is a sucker for spoiling, you often scold him for it but he still does it anyway

He SINGS HIS DAUGHTER TO SLEEP>>>>>

He is the “ouchie” police, his daughter would always giggle but anytime she stubbed her toe on a chair or something he’d start talking to whatever caused his little girl pain and start scolding it (he knows it makes her feel better)

NOT a cook please he will burn the place by accident

Definitely ruined some intimate moments because instead of walking baby girl back to bed he gets dressed and offers to let her cuddle with you guys in the bed (after changing sheets ofc) (he wants his little girl to feel loved)

When she was a baby he’d call you every hour while he was at work to make sure you and the baby are okay

He almost passed out when the school called saying Mayumi broke her leg

He rushed her to the hospital so fast “dw baby, daddy’s here for you.” “I know it hurts princess.”

He went around interrogating the kids in her class thinking one of them pushed her, he was shocked to find out she climbed to the top of the playground and jumped off of it 😭

Definitely got his daughter obsessed with frogs

Miya Atsumu:

“Mama’s gonna kill us! What’s yer last words?” He says in slight shock. His sons start crying thinking that you were actually gonna kill them.

“Not literally boys! Just… this mess- oh jeez.” He looks around bubbles and soap all over the floor.

Atsumu told the twins to ‘be good and color ‘til papa’s done in the shower’ and he came back to this. Dawn dish soap all over the floor and bubbles galore.

The cherry on top had to be that the dog was soaking in mixed berry juice because five year old Kosuke tried to pour himself a cup of juice.

“Alright! C’mon boys, we gotta tidy up before mama gets home!” You would be home in 2 hours…

They cleaned up the bubble mess, after being distracted like 10 times and having a few bubble fights.

Next was giving the twins a bath. Which proved to be harder than it needed to be. Kosuke was mad at Kensuke because he kept showing him his butt. Honestly, Atsumu had to keep himself from laughing.

“That’s enough, Ken. Nobody want to see yer lil butt. Hurry up ‘n wash cuz papa still has to bathe Shoko.” Kensuke’s bad self is splashing water in the tub and it’s getting all over his twin. Kosuke doesn’t like it so he smacks his brother and the latter begins to cry.

“DADDY, K-KO KOSUKE HIT ME, AHHHHHHH.” Atsumu rubs his temple. He all but freezes when he feels a soft hand kneed into his shoulder.

“Seems like you guys had a great time, Shoko’s covered in juice.” He turns his head to look at you.

“it’s not what ya think, hon!” You shake your head at him.

“Ko, don’t hit your brother. When papa is being annoying you don’t see me hitting him, now do you?” He answers honestly, “sometimes you do… you’ll punch papa’s shoulder.”

He got you there lol. “Well that’s more out of love. Apologize to him and you,” you point to your little trouble maker, “don’t provoke your brother, got it?” He nods and goes to rub his eyes. Which is why he started crying for the second time because he got soap in his eyes…

Anyway after their bath and dinner the boys were sent to bed. Shoko was bathed and you and Atsumu were laying in bed.

“I shoulda been watching them..” he admits. You agree. “You live and you learn ‘Tsumu.”

He had no idea what he was doing at first tbh

he can be a bit lazy w the boys sometimes but in the end he pulls it together

The type of dad to make you sit there and say cheese for 500 years while he tries to get the perfect picture

He was mad cuz he thought the twins loved samu more than him

he was sad when they didn’t seem too interested in volleyball “Atsumu, they’re five.” … “Still!”

Impulsively bought a dog cuz his sons wouldn’t stop talking abt having one

In the end he loves his boys very much and would do anything for them

Tsukishima Kei:

“I hate you mom! I really wanted to go!” Your 13 year old daughter slammed her door. She was angry because you didn’t let her go to a dance some kid in her class was hosting. It’s not that she particularly wanted to go, she was just mad that her 17 year old brother got to go out to his friend’s party.

Your husband emerges from his office, he adjusts his glasses and looked at you with curiosity. You sigh hugging him, “Kei.. am I a bad mother?” He squeezes you in the hug, “not in the slightest. We’re doing what’s best for them. What’s got her so upset?”

“She wants to go to this party but I said no because I don’t know any of the parents there. Also, I’m just scared something will happen to her.”

He rubs your back in a comforting way. “I’ll let her go-” you interrupt, “Kei!” He gives you a quick peck to the lips.

“Wasn’t done…” you stayed quiet waiting for him to finish. He clears his throat. “As I was saying… I’ll allow her to go if I chaperone. If she doesn’t like that she won’t go.” He decided and you sigh in relief.

“I’ll go order pizza. Can you talk to her?” He nods, “Supreme.” You roll your eyes at him and smile. “I know what you like dummy.” He playfully flips you off and you laugh in shock at how childish he is even though he’s past his prime years.

He walks over to Hanae’s door and knocks softly. “Go away mom! I don’t like you!” Tsukishima shakes his head. He’s not going to tolerate her disrespecting you, the person who birthed her. He opens the door and she’s on her bed with her headphones on and dried tears on her face.

“Dad…” She already knew what was to come. She knows he doesn’t like when she disrespects you like that. “Don’t say you hate her. She’s your mother, Hanae. It hurts her to hear those words come from your mouth.” She lowers her head and takes her headphones off.

“I didn’t mean it..” her voice is small. Tsukishima handles the situation as he usually would, find the root of the problem (even though he already knew)

“What made you say it?” He sat on her bed and pat a spot next to him basically telling her to come closer. “Um.. I wanted to go to this dance a guy a know is hosting but she said no…” her eyes didn’t meet her father’s.

“Why’d you want to go so bad?” He says bringing her chin up so she looks right into his eyes. He knows she hates it but direct communication is key, even facial expressions can reveal the slightest things.

“W-well. Ugh, why am I crying this is so stupid.” She pauses to wipe her eyes.

“You guys let Akihiko go where ever he wants but I can’t go anywhere! I hate it!” She turns her head away, Tsukki can hear the little sniffles.

“Not true. A lot of stuff that he went to when he was younger, he was chaperoned. We just barely started letting him go out alone so he can get a taste of real life. You can ask him yourself. You’re only thirteen, don’t rush it. Also your mother and I just want to protect you from dangerous situations. Your mom doesn’t know any of the people there which is why she said no.” Tsukki is once again rubbing circles into someone’s back.

“There are so many bad people in the world and we just want to make you a little safer.” She turns back to face him, she scoots closer to her dad so she can hug him.

“I’m sorry.” She says through sniffles. “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” She nods, “I need a minute.” He strokes her hair as she finishes letting it all out.

“I told your mother you can go if I chaperone you.” He explains after she’s calmed down.

“Dad, you’re gonna embarrass me.” She says with a giggle, tears now drying up.

“Damn right I will. I’ll tell all those hungry little boys that you eat your boogers and you don’t shower for weeks.” He says with a sly grin. She frowns, “dad no!”

He pats her back, “alright kid go apologize if you really mean it.” You and your daughter make up and eat pizza together :3

VERY logical

also super protective

100% the kind of dad who loves his kids but puts his wife first

He’s the bad cop parent while you’re the good cop parent

He loves family cooking night where you guys cook together

he will embarrass both his children in front of their crushes (and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever)

He just seems like the kind of dad to fall asleep and get colored on 😭 they give him a lil mustache and a uni-brow

I feel like he kinda always sides with Hanae for the most part bc he was a little sibling so he knows her pain lmao

he be bragging abt his kids “Akihiko is only six and he’s already reading flawlessly” “Oh, Hanae already did that when she was three”

you wanted to delay the sex talk but like Tsukki was so blunt and just told them 😭

He’s always teasing you “If you don’t be careful Akihiko you might end up with someone as annoying as your mom” you just glare and he snickers

Such a proud dad and has a video of every one of his kids’ firsts

[lssugaluv]

What they do to stay up to wait for you to get home.

• Haikyuu x Fem Reader

• Haikyuu headcannons.

• Hakyuu Timeskip.

• Characters: Kuroo, Atsumu, & Sugawara.

• Synopsis; You decide to go out for the first time in a long time with your friends & sister. Your boyfriend/husband is not used to you being gone so long and tries his best to wait for you to get home back to him.

• Contains; fluff <3

• Atsumu is married to you and you both have one son.

• Kuroo is your long term boyfriend.

• Suga is your husband and you two are newlyweds.

Suga

You and Suga are about six months into your marriage. It’s been such a beautiful thing. Being able to sleep by each other’s side every night, waking up to him every morning. Being able to cook dishes for him, being able to experience life together with your soulmate. It’s like if the two of you had this small bubble in your own home and it was just the two of you. Until your two high school besties have been trying to get you to go out with them for the longest.

Suga has been encouraging you to go out but you just don’t have the courage to leave him alone, even if it is for a couple of hours. But the day comes where you actually did agree to go shop and to go eat to catch up with the girls. Before you left, you do an outfit check with Suga. “You look gorgeous in that yellow dress sweetheart.” He hugs you and swiftly gives you a small peck on the side of your forehead.

You leave at 4 p.m. and do not come back until 10:34 p.m. You and Suga are usually in bed no later than 9. (Yes I know, a small pair of old people.) You open the door to your house and remove your shoes. You hear nothing but snores coming from your kitchen. As you quietly walk towards the kitchen, you see your husband asleep on the kitchen table with two empty cups of coffee.

You gently move his shoulder to wake him up. “Baby.. wake up.” As he slowly opens an eye, he jumps up and hugs you tight. “I’m glad you’re home safe.” You both go to brush your teeth and get ready for bed. As you both lay in bed he says, “I tried to stay awake y/n to wait for you but the coffee did not help.” You laugh as you cuddle yourself next to him. “I love you Suga.”

Kuroo

You and Kuroo made this agreement 5 years ago before you moved in together. That when one of you needed space, it was okay to go out with friends. You both shared the same group of friends but of course you loved for Kuroo to have guy time as for you to have girl time. The only thing is that your boyfriend always loves to be with you. Yes, he agrees that it is good to have space once in a while, but he doesn’t know what to do when you’re gone for a couple of hours.

Your friends planned a beach day to Kamikura, Japan. You all live in Tokyo so it’ll be about an hour drive. You get all your things ready the night before. Kuroo walks into your shared room and stands by the door with his arms crossed. “Do you have to leave me?” You look at him with a gentle smile, “baby, it’s just for half of the day. I will be back.” You start to walk towards him. “I know, I was just joking. I want you to have fun, you deserve it.” You wrap your arms around him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

You and your four friends leave around 9 in the morning and arrive to the beach almost at 11 am. You guys take thirst traps in your bikinis (you had a one piece) as you guys have fun running in the waves. You all got to tan together and lay on your towels watching the sun set. It was great.

You get home until 1 a.m, (I know, time flew) You walk into your apartment and all the lights are off. The only thing you see is a bright light coming from the living room. As you approach the living room you see a bright light and hear noise coming from the television. You see your Kuroo sound asleep with the blanket on the ground alongside the remote. He has his phone on and you can see he was watching your location. You then turn to the tv and see he has Bridgerton season 2 on. You were complaining to him that he needed to catch up because you wanted to watch the newest season with him. Your heart almost popped out of your chest. You wake him up, turn the tv off and walk together side by side to your room.

Atsumu

You and your friends have been dying to go see Fujii Kaze in concert. That was when your bestie sent to your group chat a screenshot of his tour dates and you literally screamed your head off. Before you bought the ticket, you had to check in with your hubby first.

Atsumu was sitting on the couch watching a replay of his recent game while baby Atsumu was doing tummy time. You pick up the baby and sit next to Atsumu. “Babe. So in a month from now, Fujii Kaze is coming to Japan and the girls and I want to go. But I want to check if it is not a day that you’re gone for a game.” He pauses the game on the tv and pulls out his phone to check the date. “Baby, you’re one lucky girl. We are off that weekend so I can stay with the baby as well.” He smiles at you and takes the baby into his arms. “You’re going to get the room seats right?” You look at him and curiously smile. “We actually want to go to the floor.” … “well baby, I’m okay with it but I also want you girls safe. Remember you are the wife of Japan’s number one team and setter.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes and giggle. “I know Tsumu but we really want to be on the floor.” … “okay but can you take one body guard? I’ll make the arrangements and I’ll feel better like that.” You agree and thank him with a kiss on the lips.

The day has came for the concert as you dress in some baggy pleather pants with a white corset top. Your hair is waved out in curls with a braid crown and light makeup. Atsumu of course has to praise you and prize you with a huge smack on your ass before you leave. “Have fun sweetheart.” He kisses you and you kiss the baby goodbye.

You get home around 1:30 in the morning after singing your heart out and having some drinks after the concert. You come home to Atsumu and baby Atsumu on the couch sleeping. Your heart completely gushes out of love for this beautiful sight. Atsumu heard you come in and slowly opens his eyes. “Welcome home angel.” He gently smiles at you as you gently pick up the baby from his arms. He gets up and hug you from behind wrapping his arms around your belly. “I missed you. We tried to stay up to wait for you but we both got sleepy after playing on the playground in the backyard.” You smile and snug your baby, “oh I missed the both of you. Let’s go to bed.”

Afterthoughts:

• The sleeping pictures of Suga, Kuroo and Atsumu are NOT mine. I found them on Pinterest, so credit to their creators.

• I tried my best to find a picture of sleeping Atsumu and this was the best I could find.

• I was inspired to write this because I recently went to a concert with my sister and when I got home, my husband was sleeping on the couch waiting for me <3

• I hope you enjoy!

• Please like, comment, and reblogg.

• Not proofread. :(

• Please do not copy my work!

~ love, Lssugaluv

[uc1wa]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’ll be washed anyways.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[emmyrosee]

It’s not common to see Atsumu fuming.

Genuine anger, not the petty shit he throws at you when he decides he wants to be an obnoxious turd to yourself or his brother.

You can tell the difference, too, because a petulant pout and attitude is plastered on that pretty face of his, but when he’s genuinely mad, there’s no attitude; it’s just raw emotion and lips pulled in a straight line, his chest giving irregular, short breaths because he can’t breathe. It’s almost scary, but it happens so little that you’ve learned to manage it when it does happen.

This is one of those rare occasions you have no clue which he’s feeling.

The car door outside slams shut, sending a nervous chill up your spine, but it’s immediately squashed when you hear Hisako’s innocent laughter. You smile and turn towards the now opening door, and you give atsumu a fake, sympathetic look when his thick brows are furrowed in frustration. On his leg, Hisako’s tiny arms are wrapped around him, her legs locked around his ankle and her smile that’s missing a tooth is beaming up at him.

“You,” he scolds, looking down at his menace of a six year old. “Go upstairs. And don’t come out until you’re seventy-eight.”

“Can I hug mommy first?”

“If you must,” he growls. With that, Hisako quickly bounds over to you and reaches her arms up for a hug, and while you give her one, you watch as Atsumu paces the floor, cards his hair, chews on his cuticles, anything to make him calm down.

“Daddy’s mad,” she whispers in your ear.

You offer her a snort, “I know.” With a kiss to her head you plant her back to her feet and nudge her to go into her room, waiting until to door closes before you turn back to your husband.

“Atsumu-“

“I’m not ready for this,” he growls. “The little traitor, I can’t believe she’d do this to me- my own flesh and blood.”

“Don’t word it like that, you make it sound like she committed arson or something.”

He softens and pouts like a dog; clearly, whatever it is, it’s taking a toll, and you sigh before you walk over and plant a kiss to his forehead. “Whatever it was, I know it wasn’t on purpose; what happened?”

“She’s just not ready, okay, she just doesn’t know-“

“Sweetheart, you need to let me in here-“

“He was holding her hand!” He whines, scrubbing his face with his hands. “They-They-They were holding hands! I thought I had a few more years to prepare for this shit! Wanted to wait before I put the fear back into these damn boys! I can’t fight a six year old!”

You pause. You retract your hand and give him an absolute smirk.

“You’re kidding me?”

“Sure ain’t!” He barks, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s so mad his forehead vein makes itself known with a sheen of sweat. “Tomorrow, I’m going to that damned school, and I’m moving her classes!”

“Honey,” you say sweetly, gently grabbing his arm to ground him. “It’s okay; I’m the one who told her to be nice to this boy.”

Instantly, his head whips in betrayal. His eyes are blown wide, muscles tense and despite how angry he looks, he can’t find the words to convey it.

“YOU WHAT?”

You shake your head, “she asked me why she feels butterflies in her tummy when she sees him.” To try and soothe him, you hook your head over his shoulder and bat your eyes innocently, “and I told her that it’s the same feeling I get when I see you-“

“Don’t try to be sweet, I’m mad at you,” he snarls, but there’s a softness in his eye that makes you think he’s not as serious as he thinks he comes across. A massive hand cards through his hair and he looks up to the sky as if to ask for patience. “I can’t believe this. My two babies, the loves of my life, betraying me in such juvenile ways.”

“Atsumu, spell juvenile,” you challenge.

“Spell ‘no’,” he grumbles. You sigh and gently grab his arm to pull him to the couch, and for a few seconds he puts up a small fight, but does end up giving into you in the end.

“Sweetie, listen to me,” you soothe. “Hisako is six. She’s going to start having little crushes soon enough-“

“Fuck, stop reminding me,” he whines.

You shake your head and rub a soothing hand on his back. “And all we can do is let her express those feelings in healthy ways; it’s what we’ve always done.”

“What if he hurts her?”

“He’s six.”

“What if he breaks her heart?”

“I’m sure she’ll cope.”

“What if he-“

“Atsumu.” Your hands squish his cheeks. “Calm down; she’s going to be okay.” You smile and kiss his pouted lips, “you remember what it was like having a crush at school-“

“Excuse you,” he grumbles from his squished cheeks, shaking his head from your grip. “I’ve only ever been in love with you.”

“You’ve told me about your relationship with Rintaro, trust me, that was a crush.”

“Was not!”

“Was too.”

“Was not!”

“It absolutely was.” You smile warmly, “and that’s fine. But now, you need to let her experience the same thing. She’s a big girl. Besides,” you nudge your nose with his, “you’ll always be her favorite man.”

“That’s actually Osamu, but I appreciate it.” Your words do seem to calm him down however, and he wraps a big arm around you to settle into the couch, “I just love her, baby… just want her to be safe.”

“I know; and she will be.”

The silence you get comfortable in gets interrupted by the door to your home getting flung open, and while you jump in the air in shock, next to you, Atsumu chuckles.

“Speaking of the devil.”

“What did you-“

Before you can say anything, Miya Osamu suddenly stands in the middle of your living room, the hat on his head tampered with and his apron turn on his hip, his head lined with sweat as if he ran here. Your jaw slacks in surprise, “Osamu, you did not leave work to come here-“

“WHAT STUPID LITTLE SNOT WAS HOLDING HER HAND?”

[o-vera-nalyzing]

smart atsumu is so near and dear to my heart. like he’s so lowkey about it but then one time when he’s hanging out w msby + osamu and suna at a bar someone is joking to kiyoomi for going to college before playing pro and is asking him all these math questions and he’s like ‘just cause i went to college doesn’t mean i can do long form division in my head😫😫😫’ and osamu is just like ‘ATSUMU CAN’ (he loses all ability to not boast about his twin when drunk) and everyone zeroes in on atsumu and inunaki is like there’s no fuckin way and atsumu just starts saying the answers to all the previous questions they asked omi

[wttcsms]

atsumu is the type of girl-dad who can’t punish his daughter for anything. even as a toddler, your only daughter knows to use this to her advantage, much to the dismay of her older brothers. if the boys won’t let her in on their antics, she’s running to atsumu the first chance she gets, clutching onto atsumu’s shirt as she hides behind him with a conniving little smile as he lectures her brothers on letting her play games too. he physically cannot bring himself to yell at her, ever, and the one time he did raise his voice at her, he felt so bad the rest of the day and immediately took her out for ice cream. you don’t get annoyed with him for this on most days, because you see him dedicating himself to really get in character for her tea party games, and you remember him panicking when he realized that you were going to be giving him a daughter. he feels like he isn’t fit enough to raise a daughter and worries that you’ll have to do all the work, but like the rest of your kids together, she absolutely adores her father 🥹

[haikyu-mp4]

Snitches

You and Osamu are good cop + bad cop when your daughter acts up, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @nanami2ndbureau. word count; 611 – gn!reader

Let’s just say this situation was not ideal. Not all parents got called into the principal’s office because of their children’s mischief, but you and Osamu sure did. Your teenage daughter was in a bit of a rebellious phase and was seen holding a lit cigarette on school grounds, can you believe it?

The two of you sat on either side of her as the principal detailed the report filled out by the teacher who caught them. You listened intently to the principal while your daughter fiddled with her nails. Osamu had his arms crossed, more focused on your daughter’s reaction.

“We do not condone this behaviour, sir.” You turned the charm on, a soft smile silently begging the principal to show some kindness in the situation. “She has no prior bad marks, who hasn’t tried a cigarette before?”

The principal pursed his lips, looking down at the report to give him a second away from your eyes so he could think. “Well… I would like to know who brought the cigarette onto school grounds.”

You turned to your daughter expectantly. “Go on, tell him you didn’t bring them.” You briefly looked at the principal and added a small comment. “We don’t smoke at home.” Osamu briefly thought of the pack he had in his locker at work, which you knew he used for the occasional smoke break. However, you both agreed he would never bring that habit home.

The teenager crossed her arms, looking a lot like her dad at the moment as she mumbled under her breath. “No way, my friends will get in trouble.”

“He’s giving ya a chance to get out of that trouble, stop being so stubborn.” Osamu’s voice wasn’t quite mean, but it wasn’t nice either. You gave him a look before focusing back on your daughter.

“Everybody makes mistakes, the school just wants to take the right precautions,” you assured her softly, tucking some hair behind her ear. You always insisted she wear it up more to show off her face, but that only seemed to make her more insistent on keeping it down. Teenagers.

Osamu hummed in agreement from her other side. “Tell him who brought it,” he said much more sternly than you did. That’s the moment you realised you were unintentionally doing good cop, bad cop.

“Nu-uh. My lips are sealed.”

Your eyes met Osamu’s over your daughter’s shoulders, and there was no denying you shared this though: That’s right, we didn’t raise no snitch.

Osamu looked at the principal, finally letting his arms fall loose from the tight knot. “This won’t happen again, we promise there will be consequences at home.”

Luckily, the principal let her off with a warning, but she earned a detention for not snitching. Fair enough, you decided. On the way to the car, you told your daughter that you hoped she understood that smoking, especially at her age, can be very dangerous for her health.

“Yes, mom.” She sighed dramatically, glancing at her dad who still hadn’t smiled much. The two of you would probably have a serious conversation about his habit later after your daughter went to bed. “I think you should be proud of me, though. Snitches end up with stitches in ditches, like Uncle ‘Tsumu says!”

“Nu-uh,” Osamu retorted, making you realise where your daughter got that from. “Since when did ya start taking advice from that idiot?”

“I'm going to tell him you said that,” she insisted. You had to look away from them to hide your laugh.

"Oh, so now yer a snitch?"

Sure, parenting can be hard, but at least you chose the best partner to do it with.

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for the requester: I loved your request, thank you so much<3 hope you like it!

[6okuto]

i just think that dad!atsumu doesn't hide his excitement when his kid asks to join him grocery shopping. he makes it a whole thing of letting them use a colourful pen to write snacks they'd like on the shopping list, drawing stars to emphasize just how important more cookies and chocolate are compared to eggs and new shampoo.

and!! depending on how young they are, he mirrors their excitement when he lets them sit in the front and control the music. they ask how driving works, what the difference is between a street and avenue, etc. and he's eager to explain and promise to teach them how to drive when they grow up.

and of course atsumu lets them either sit in the shopping cart or stand at the front of it. Of course he does. but even when he pretends to go really fast, he's keenly aware of everything around them and makes sure they're holding on tight. he lifts them up to reach the higher shelves, lets them lead him up and down the snack section, around the baked goods, anywhere they want, really

so when they come home with more than expected, racing each other to bring all the groceries in (atsumu pretends to get stuck or slows down when he sees them fumbling to pick up the last couple of bags) you never have it in you to complain :(