#Osamu x single mom reader
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🍙Cooking Class🍥
Meeting Single Dad! Osamu Miya
Single Dad! Osamu Miya x Single Mom! Yn (female reader; she/her pronouns)
Warnings: fluff, a small Miya child raised by Osamu and Atsumu 😅
AN: This is an Anon request! I named the children because it was easier than saying “your son” all the time! Also the request is a little different then the direction I went in, I honestly love this request so I left it open to a potential pt. 2 👀
Oof- being a single mom is HARD
Trust me, I know 🥰
But once again this isn’t about me, this is about You
Our fearless, strong, kind, beautiful, intelligent YN
Emphasis on the strong part because as a single mom, you sure need alot of strength
You work your butt off during the day, working full time and juggling your sons daily schedule
At night, you cook dinner, clean, help your son with homework, bedtime, bath and repeat
It’s literally a never ending cycle of work for you my love
If you’re lucky, you’ll get a night free or maybe even get a chance to relax with a glass of your favorite alcoholic beverage
But most of the time, your focus is solely on your son, Akira.
You had him relatively young and he’s approaching the age of 8
He’s a busy, active boy who has alot of friends, does well in school and is an overall good kiddo
It makes you feel so good when people praise you for bringing up such an awesome son 🥰
This is important to remember YN because sometimes raising kids is literally like raising demons that just crawled out from the pits of hell and have never been introduced to civilized society
😮💨 sorry about that long and very detailed description but tell me I’m wrong
I’m definitely not
This fact often hits home when your son asks you one question in particular…
“Hey mom, when are you going to find a boyfriend?” Akira asks innocently
“Umm well, like I’ve said before, I don’t need a man and I’m doing pretty well on my own,” you say with a smile
Your son ponders for a second before saying
“Ok so then why do you keep saying to your bestie that you wish you had a man?” He says as you gape at him
“First off, stop listening in on my conversations! Second, while it would be nice to date someone, I’m just really busy,” you say, hoping this will deflect all future questions and move on to literally any other subject
It’s a pipe dream Yn keep up 👏
“Well my friend Gao says his dad said you were hot and would date you,” he says as you turn to stare at him once again
“I’m not dating any of the dads at your volleyball practice Akira!?” You said as your son just shrugs
“Plus none of those dads are even good looking,” you say as you throw the dish towel down on the counter
It’s true that your dating life had been less than spectacular as of late
Oh sorry, it’s never been spectacular 😅
You’d been on your own since Akira was born, having not been on a date in literal years due to working and your commitment to parenting
You signed as you walked out of the kitchen, Akira’s attention now turning to a book he had been reading
“Maybe it’s time I do something for myself,” you say as you head to your room
And that’s what brings us here, to the doorstep of a cute little Onigiri restaurant known as Onigiri Miya
You had seen an advertisement for cooking lessons in the local paper, having registered online
You walked into the restaurant, the doorbell chiming
The restaurant was small and cozy, but the smell permeating the air was heavenly
You looked around, noting no one else in the store
“Hey, just a second!” A voice shouted as you turned to the doorway
“No rush, thank you!” You respond standing in front of the menu
The options were spectacular and all looked beyond amazing
“Hey sorry about that wait,” a tall, handsome brunette man said coming out from behind the kitchen door
“Oh it’s not worry! I’m a bit early it seems,” you say, smiling
The man stared at you, eyes raking in your form from top to bottom
You were dressed rather casual for a summers evening, shorts and a nice top with a pair of comfortable shoes
“Im YN by the way,” you say, smiling and extending your hand
“Umm Osamu and don’t worry, you aren’t early or late, you’re my only sign up for the class,” Osamu says as your eyes widen
“Oh my god really? This is such an amazing class and you’re telling me I’m the only sign up?” You said as Osamu nodded
“Yep but no worries! Come on back and we can get started,” he says as you nod and make your way around the counter, “Wash your hands and we can get stared. Do you know anything about cooking?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say im completely a novice,” you say as you dry your hands
“Ok so a beginner,” Osamu says as you interrupt him
“Hey! Give me some credit! I know how to boil water ok? Im at least intermediate,” you say as Osamu chuckles
“Ok so we can skip the boiling water lesson then,” he says as you smile and stand next to him
Osamu stiffens as you stand there looking up at him with your big eyes
You were so cute and sweet
You face was perfect from your eyes to your nose, your hair immaculate and your body flawless
“Ok let’s get started,” he says as you hear the door chime
“Hey dad!” a voice shouted
“Kenji what the hell are you doing here? Where’s Sumu?” Osamu says as you watch the little boy, around your sons age walk into the kitchen
“I’m right here chill out!” Another voice yells from the door as a double of Osamu but with untoned hair walks in
“Well hello there,” the untoned blonde says as he walks up to you
“Sumu what the hell? I told you I had a class tonight! You were suppose to keep Kenji until 9,” Osamu says as he sighs and looks at you apologetically
“Wait that was tonight? Oh shit, I totally forgot! I have a meeting with Sakusa and Bokuto,” Sumu says as Osamu rolls his eyes
“Hi there, I’m Kenji,” the little boy says to you as you smile and meet him at eye level
“Hi! I’m YN, it’s very nice to meet you!” You respond, shaking his hand
“Hey you’re really pretty! Are you dating my dad?” He asks excitedly as you snicker, Osamu’s face heating up at the question that just emerged from his sons mouth
“Kenji no! She’s a client of mine who is taking a cooking class,” Osamu says
Kenji looks from you to Osamu, “is cooking class a secret word for something?”
Sumu belts out a laugh as Osamu kicks him, causing you and Kenji to both laugh
“No, your dad is teaching me how to make onigiri,” you say, “it’s my sons favorite so I want to make it at home with him.”
Osamu looked at you as you smiled back at him, he would have never known you had a son at your age
“Oh cool! How old is he? Does he play sports?” Kenji asks as you smile and nod
“Akira is 7 and he does! He just started playing volleyball,” you say as Kenji’s eyes light up
“I play volleyball too! My dad use to play in school too!” He says as you smile
“Hey what about uncle Sumu!” The agitating voice interrupts
Kenji just rolls his eyes as Osamu smirks 😏
“My uncle Sumu plays setter for the MSBY Black Jackals,” he says
“His very SINGLE uncle that is,” Sumu interrupts
You 👉🏻😐
Kenji 👉🏻🙄
Osamu 👇🏻
You giggle as the twins fight and Kenji grabs a stool to help you
“You should bring your son here sometime,” he says as you smile
“I think I will! He’d love that!” You say as Osamu watches you interact with his son
He can’t say the picture didn’t melt his heart just a little, seeing Kenji getting along with someone so well
Too bad kids give very little reprieve
“You should go on a date with my dad,” he says as Osamu nearly chokes on air
You giggle and continue prepping
“I don’t know how your dad would feel about you setting him up,” you say and Kenji shrugs
“Uncle Sumu says he needs to get laid,” he says as the room goes still
You try hard to contain your laughter as Osamu slowly turns to glare at Sumu
Sumu run 👉🏻😗 🎵
“Atsumu-”
“Well would you look at the time! See you soon kiddo and it was nice meeting you Yn!” Sumu says, running from the restaurant before he receives a career threatening injury
“I know what we could do, maybe you and your dad could meet up with me and Akira for a playdate?” You say, looking at Kenji
His eyes light up, “ohhh yes can we dad?!”
Osamu watches your gorgeous eyes light up, the sweet smile on your face melting all of his restraint
“I don’t see why not,” he says as Kenji cheers
“Ok it’s a date then!” You say, looking for Kenji to Osamu
“Yeah, it’s a date”
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Roommates - Atsumu Miya x reader
From my Haikyuu Request game - requested by D.
Atsumu is already in the kitchen when you come home.
“Samu?” You yell through the apartment. “Your brother is eating my snacks again!”
“There’s no name on it!” Atsumu cuts in before Osamu can interject. “I checked.”
“Yeah, but you can’t read.” You drop your stuff on the kitchen counter and squint at the package in his hand.
“Never mind, that’s Samu’s.”
“Told you!” Atsumu gloats right until you smack him in the head with a packet of ground coffee.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.”
He mutters and grumbles but he stays where he is, chewing down the expensive cheese crackers Osamu seems to buy in builk.
You keep pretending he’s not here, knowing you’ll just lose your temper the second he makes you open your mouth.
That strategy has been working well the last few months and if you can keep making it work you won’t have to find a different apartment to move into.
-
Atsumu is lounging on the Couch when you come back from jogging, sweat dripping in your eyes as you lean down to untie your shoes.
“Damn, you go out like that?” He asks and you fling your sweat-soaked towel at him, sucking in a smile when he shrieks in disgust.
“Don’t you have training to be at?” You ask, proud of your even tone.
“Got sent home because I kept throwing up.” He moans and you turn on your heel to glare at him.
“And you come here?”
“Yeah?” His voice comes out whiney and child-like. “It’s not like I can go home to my mom, that’s too far away.”
You decide to leave him on the couch, far away from you.
Getting sick is the last thing you need right now.
But you text Samu in the privacy of the bathroom, chewing your lip as you wait for his answer.
With all the fighting the boys have going on, you’ve picked up right away that they do care for each other, just in their own way.
By the time you’re out of the shower, Samu’s in the kitchen cooking something and Atsumu is curled up on the couch, a hot water bottle pressed against his middle.
“I’m out.” You tell Samu quietly, eyeing the bundle on the couch. “You need anything?”
“Can you get me the lecture notes from today? You know Sazama, she can give them to you.”
“Ooh, Sazama.” You wink at him. “I’ll be sure to mention that you’re still single.”
“Stop that.” Samu moves to hit your shoulder playfully but you step out of the way, content to see the blush on his cheeks. You knew it.
-
Atsumu’s pretending that he’s not in your room and you’re getting sick of it.
“You know you’re not allowed in here.” You remind him from where you’re sitting at your desk, typing furiously as you try and finish that train wreck of an assignment.
“I’m not ‘in here’.” He emphasizes from where’s standing in the open door. You can see his reflection in the window if you squint and his left foot is clearly overstepping into your room.
“You are. You’re just exploiting the fact that I can’t get up right now to close the door.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He whistles a tune, leaning further into the doorframe.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“No.”
You bite your tongue when your mind supplies another question. You don’t have time for this.
You manage to lose yourself to your focus but his voice pulls you out of it again.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“What?” You almost flinch at the sound behind you. “Sorry, what did you say?”
The look on his face is something you haven’t seen on him before. He pushes himself off the doorframe before you can place it.
“I’ll get you some water.”
“Uh, thank you?” You start before realizing that he’s going to use it as a ploy to step further into your room, the only space in the apartment you’ve managed to keep away from him - so far.
“Wait, I’ll get it myself.” You rush after him.
-
You’re not surprised to have one of the twins turn up in your room at their own birthday party. You’re just surprised it’s Atsumu.
“You’re reading?” He asks as the door of your room clicks shut behind him and he sags into your desk chair.
“Yep.” You turn a page, deciding that you can be civil for a day and not throw him out.
“What’s it about?”
“It’s for Class but it’s kinda interesting.” You take a sip of your water but his eyes stay locked onto you. Okay, that’s weird.
You clear your throat awkwardly and try to summarize the book, only to stop in the middle of your sentence.
“Okay.” You say and lower your book further to glare at him. “Spill. What’s going on with you?”
He shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that shit. You’re the social butterfly in this household. Why are you not with the others?”
“Can’t just come and check in on you?”
“It’s your birthday party, Atsumu.”
“Why do you never call me by my nickname?” The question comes out of left-field and you’re left gaping at him for a moment before you can form a single word.
“What?”
“You call Samu Samu and Suna is Rin. And just now you called Captain Shin. But you always call me Atsumu.”
“Shin’s my cousin.” You remind him and he rolls his eyes.
“That’s not what I was getting at.”
Yeah. You know that. You just don’t want to think about it.
“Will you go back to the party if I come with you?” There’s that thing again, moving over his face like a shadow, too fast to decipher. But he nods and gets up, stretching his hand out to help you out of bed.
“Pajamas good enough for your party?” You joke.
“Seriously? I’m afraid you don’t have anything better in your closet anyway.”
He ducks out of your reach just in time.
-
Tsumu is sitting in front of your apartment door, when you get home, head hanging low.
You don’t have to text Samu, you already know the score. MSBY lost and you don’t know what’s worse for him. Losing or losing by an inch, knowing he could have won.
“Hey.” You tap his boots with your own. “I was going to watch that awful movie you’ve kept talking about. Want to watch it with me and make it more bearable with your commentary?”
He looks tired and spent when he raises his head but he nods.
You stretch out your hand for him and he eyes it for a moment before taking it, allowing you to pull him up.
He’s quiet when you prep the snacks, always two steps behind you in the kitchen.
On a different day, you’d yell at him for it, tell him to at least get the drinks ready. But not today.
He settles heavily on the couch, his knee knocking into yours as you make yourself comfortable.
You pull a blanket over your lap and pretend that this is fine. Everything is fine.
Five minutes into the movie his head falls heavy onto your shoulders and you let out a sigh that’s been caught in your chest for months now.
In two hours Samu is going to be home.
In four hours you’ll go to bed and pretend that everything is fine. That you don’t care at all about Tsumu sleeping on the couch, heartbroken and tired after a loss.
Something slips in your chest as if a dislocated joint finally finds its home again, and you dig your elbow into Tsumu’s side.
“What?” He grumbles and you swallow what’s left of the knot in your throat.
“Get up. You can sleep in my bed.”
“What?”
“I won’t offer again.”
You know you’re fighting a losing battle the moment he slips under your covers like he’s always been supposed to be there.
You know you’ve already lost when he curls around your side, his head on your shoulder, his arm a heavy weight across your stomach.
It feels like this is how it’s supposed to be.
-
Tsumu’s in your bed when you wake up, unfairly long lashes fluttering over sunkissed cheeks, nose crunched up in his sleep.
You turn slowly, partly to protect your poor heart from this sight so early in the morning, partly to get your phone.
You’ve got two messages from Samu.
“Hey, I know Tsumu was here but I can’t reach him. How was he when he left?”
The other, sent twenty minutes later, has your cheeks aflame.
“His shoes are still here? I think I’ll steer clear of your room tonight.”
You press your phone to your chest, too embarrassed to think of a response, knowing you’ll come face-to-face with him soon anyway.
Movement to your left pulls your attention back to the situation at hand.
Tsumu’s blinking at you.
Like this, in the early morning light, he looks like innocence personified.
He looks like Sunshine and easy laughter, like dancing in the rain.
He looks like someone who could break your heart and you’d let him do it.
That’s why you pull away, push yourself to the edge of the bed to get out, away, before this mess can get any messier.
His hand catches yours before you can, though.
“Stay.” He asks.
“Tsumu.” You plead.
You can hear the smile on his lips when he speaks.
“You’re calling me Tsumu.”
You shrug, cradling your heart in your hand, your back towards him to protect what’s left of it.
“Could you love me?” He asks, voice low and soft. “Like, not right now, I know that’s not possible, but, in the future? Is there a chance you could like me at least? I mean you’ve let me sleep in here and I know I’m a mess but-”
“I already love you.” Your voice is so quiet you hope he hasn’t heard you. But his grip on your hand tightens and you know he didn’t miss a word.
-
Tsumu is already in the kitchen when you come home.
You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you eating my snacks again?!”
“They’re Samu’s!” Atsumu grins at you from across the counter, cheeky and undeterred. “I checked.”
“I heard that!” Samu yells from the living room. “Give them back.”
“Come and get them.” Tsumu taunts as he leans forward to kiss you. You block him with a hand on his chest.
“Not the cheese crackers, Tsum. They smell so bad.”
“But baby!” He whines. “I want a kiss!”
“Brush your teeth first, then we’re talking.” You tell him flatly and he pouts before dropping the crackers and leaving for the bathroom.
You get back to putting the food away, grinning at Samu when he steps into the kitchen, an impressed look on his face.
“I never thought that would work.”
“Well, your cheese crackers are safe. Now keep your end of the deal.”
“Fine.” He huffs and grabs the opened bag of crackers from the counter. “Apartment is yours till tomorrow. Onigiri are already in the fridge.”
You roll your eyes at him. "We could order Pizza. Tsumu will survive without your food for one day."
"Tsumu can what?" Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you back into your boyfriend, his minty fresh breath ghosting over your face as he put his head on your shoulder.
He eyed his brother.
"What are you still doing here? Don't you have a Date with Sazami?"
"It's my apartment too, you know!" Samu grumbled but he did not sound half as mad as he could get.
“Bye Samu. Stay away Samu.”
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All This Time Pt. 5
Itoshi Rin x Reader
SERIES!!! Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt. 4 Pt. 6
Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way.
I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.
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During the first half, Rin’s game was sloppy, it wasn’t as sharp compared to his last games. The coach was kind of pissed, so he yelled for itoshi to get his head in the game. Throughout the first half, Rin was only assisting and wasn’t able to score any goals. Something was wrong with him, and others noticed it too.
“Mama, is itoshi-san ok? Is he sick?”
“He probably is love. Don’t worry he’ll be fine”
The first half ended, then began their 15 min break, the coach was yelling at Rin, and I had to cover Rei’s ears because he was cursing too much.
(With Rin)
“ITOSHI! What the hell was that play?!?!?!! Do you want me to sub for you for the whole season?!?!?!? Fix whatever issues you have with yourself or else!!!” Coach walked out and I can feel my teammate's eyes on me, but I just looked at the grass below my feet.
“What the fuck was that?!?!” Shidou yelled at me, But I didn’t care. Coach wants me to fix things? So that’s what I’ll do. I ignored them all and made my way to the crowd, there were fewer people now so this was the best timing if anything.
The kid noticed me right away and started waving frantically, and my eyes softened, Now that I’m this close to them, I finally see the resemblance of Y/n in her. Y/n however is oblivious to my presence because she was talking on her phone with someone. Meanwhile, the kid was leaning over the railing trying to get a closer look at me, I was just looking back at her.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Miya Rei!! I’m a huge fan of you! Itoshi-san!!”
I smiled at her, her voice as sweet as hers. After hearing her last name, It just confirmed every assumption and theory I had in my mind
“Is she your mom?” I pointed toward the woman beside her, She quickly nodded, and I asked her for her name, “Y/N!”
Y/N flinched at the sudden scream of her name, she looked over at Rei, noticing her sudden change of position her eyes went towards me. I couldn’t see her face well because of her mask and shades.
“Y/N”
I said, I saw her flinch a little, then she muttered my name.
“Rin…”
“Take those off for me, will you? I wanna see your face”
Rei was just astonished at the interaction. Rei had her hand up indicating for Y/n to give her the shades, she hesitantly did, then soon her mask followed.
Then my whole world stopped again. She was still as beautiful as ever, maybe even more. She leaned down the railings and I slightly flinched, This is probably my most vulnerable state ever.
“What are you doing Rin? Go back to your team”
“Can we talk after the match?”
She was about to answer, but Rei beat her to it.
“YES! But only if you win itoshi-san!!”
Y/n was speechless, but she didn’t make a move on correcting her either.
“I’ll score a lot of goals for you both rei, ok?” She gave me the widest smile she could and nodded frantically.
Then the ref blew his whistle indicating that the 15 minutes are over. I looked at both of them one last time and said “Wait for me ok?”
“Ok!!” rei answered, Y/n just nodded, and that was enough reassurance for me.
I ran towards my team, they were all staring at me curious as to who they were. They were about to ask but I only ran towards the field not giving them a single glance.
(Back to you)
My heart is pounding, I can feel my face getting hot. He still has the same effect on me even after all these years. I can feel the stares of people around me, along with the players on the bench. They noticed the interaction, the good thing was that we were speaking in Japanese, so I was hoping that they didn't understand our conversation.
The second half began. And everyone noticed the change in Rin’s game. Suddenly he was even better, exceeding his limits. He scored 2 goals 20 minutes in. As I was holding Rei who was jumping up and down on her seat cheering for Rin, Someone tapped my shoulder.
“Are you itoshi rin’s girlfriend or are you perhaps his wife?”
The guy behind me said in English, good thing that my job needed you to be fluent in English so I understood him perfectly.
I shook my head while saying “Oh! No, hahaha I’m not. I just know him”
He seemed to let it go after Rin scored another goal. Rei cheered louder, I just held her so that she wouldn’t fall. She was cheering for the both of us, I looked at Rin who was focused on winning the game. The score was now 4 - 3 with PXG in the lead. The other team seemed to underestimate Rin after his poor play in the first half which quickly became Rin’s advantage.
Running through the players, avoiding them like they were nothing, then scoring the final score to victory, the horn blew off, marking the end of the match, and the supporters of PXG all screamed “GOALL!!!!” (and Rei too haha) The sportscasters announced that PXG won and everyone was buzzing with excitement, especially Rei, she was so happy. His team went into the field where they were,
Then I saw Rin walking towards us, while Rei’s excitement went up. Then I see him take hold of the railing and pulled himself up so that we would be eye to eye with him. Rei saw this as an opportunity to hug his waist. Now Rei was latched on to Rin. My eyes softened at her. Rin only lightly wrapped one arm around her while the other held on to the railing.
“Come and have dinner with me, You and Rei. Come down and I’ll have my manager have you wait for me in the private lobby”
“I don’t know Rin… “
“Please”
“Please Mom”
I saw Rin flinch at the name Rei called me, I looked at her she was in front of me now. I sighed and agreed to his plan.
“Good, I’ll tell my manager to look out for you guys”
Rin went down the railings and talked to a guy with glasses, who I assumed was his manager. They looked over at us, he seemed to be shocked to see us, his eyes widened when he saw Rei, who was leaning over the railings waving to the other players, Already noticing the resemblance of Rin in her eyes. Those same damn teal eyes, along with the same under-lashes as Rin.
They continued talking while his manager was looking at us, and he wasn’t the only one looking at us, The people who were seated around us, who saw our interaction with Rin were now analyzing Rei and me. Having enough I put my shades back on and adjusted the scarf covering my hair.
“Yo!” I heard a voice below us call out, I looked down and saw a guy who had blonde with pink ends in his hair. I just raised an eyebrow at him while Rei was waving frantically at Loki who was beside the blonde guy. Loki waved at Rei, the other guy just looked at her weirdly and averted his attention back to me.
“Are you Rin-chan’s wife or something!?! I didn’t know he had a wife!” My eyes went wide under my shades, I looked over at Rei to see her reaction to his statement, but she was just laughing, then she responded.
“I wish he was!!” While smiling at the guy, he just shrugged it off and walked away.
“Come on Rei, let’s go down so that we can wait for Rin-san in the lobby”
“Ok!!” She was excited, she’s been keeping tabs on Rin’s games ever since she first watched his game. She really looks up to him. But I just hope that after tonight everything goes well.
When we got out of the bleachers his manager immediately approached us.
“Hi, Ms. Y/n, I’m here to accompany you to the private lobby. I just nodded and held Rei’s hand while we followed Rin’s manager.
When we entered the private lobby, there were a few people in, probably families of the players. We sat down on a leather-covered couch with a center table in front of us. Rei went off to get some snacks since Rin’s manager told us that they were free, so she went off to get some.
“Rin-san told me to give you this”
He handed me a piece of paper, on it were emails and phone numbers.
“Those are all of Rin-san’s contacts, you can call him or email him whenever you guys need him. My number is also there, just in case you need me for anything”
I just nodded and put the card in my wallet. “I’m Daisuke by the way, I’ve been with Rin for 5 years now.” He offered his hand, I took it and shook it firmly.
“Nice to meet you, I’m surprised that you put up with Rin for 5 years.”
“Well he has grown on me”
I chuckled at that. “So… who are you to Rin?”
I stiffened at his question. “I’m sorry if I’m being forward, but it is my job to keep Rin safe. And people are already getting suspicious about who you and the mystery child is. Have you seen the media?? After what happened earlier after the game when your child was hugging Rin, they are calling her your love-child or something. So is she? I need to know the truth so that I’ll know how to protect Rin”
I was kind of shocked at his statement, I did expect people to give us attention after our interaction but I didn’t think how much attention they were gonna give our way.
“Yes, of course, I understand. The last time I saw Rin was 10 years ago, I haven’t had any contact with him ever since, I didn’t come here for money or anything, Me and Rei can manage on our own. We did just come here to watch the game, The owner of the company I work in, Mikage Corp., They���re the reason why we’re here. Rin doesn’t know that Rei is his daughter, But I think he already has an idea that she is his. I didn’t tell him because I didn’t wanna get in the way of him and soccer.”
“You should have still told me you know”
I flinched at the voice, I turned my head and saw Rin standing behind me with Rei in his arms. She seemed to have heard everything I said, she looked like she was processing everything I just said. I looked at Daisuke with betrayal evident on my face.
‘traitor’
“At the time, it seemed like the best option…” I stood up so I was facing him, I looked at Rei, she was holding some food, her head was resting on Rin’s shoulder, and her doe eyes turned to look at me. I was getting nervous about her reaction.
‘Is she gonna be mad because I didn’t tell her?
She’s gonna hate me now…”
“Is, Rin-san my dad?” She looked at me expectantly, I took off my mask along with my shades so they could see my face when I say “Yes, he is. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. If you’re mad at me I understand.” I lowered my head with shame, but I felt Rin reach out for my hand, and I let him. Then I heard sniffles.
“I’m not mad mama, just sad that you didn’t tell me sooner though…” I looked back at her and saw her lightly crying as she hugged Rin. I held on to Rin’s hand as I jumped over the couch and hugged both of them.
“I’m sorry that I hid her from you”
“I forgive you, you’re here now aren’t you?”
I nodded and relished the moment of having both of them in my arms.
.
.
.
“Let’s have dinner together.”
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two - loud ass snoring
sakusa kiyoomi x reader
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“What if I just get a fake boyfriend?”
Atsumu and Suna glanced at each other, making me pout as I turned my gaze down to my nearly empty glass of wine. Suna was the one that sat down beside me, phone locked but never leaving his hands as always.
“Since Osamu’s not here, I have to be your conscience. Don’t dig yourself into a deeper hole.”
“It would get my parents off my back at least for a couple of months…” I murmured, ignoring Suna’s words as I finished up my drink. “I told my mom it wasn’t anyone they knew, though.”
Atsumu plopped down on the loveseat. “Why don’t you ask one of your Tokyo friends? I’ve always thought Kuroo is into you.”
I shook my head immediately. “I also said it wasn’t any of them…” I frowned at the empty bottle of wine on the table. “It would be too awkward for me to ask them something like that anyways. That would be like asking Suna or Osamu.”
Atsumu was quiet for a moment, “The only option is to come clean then?”
“What if you ask Sakusa?”
Atsumu and I turned to Suna at the same time.
“Sakusa?” I raised an eyebrow. “Have we not been over this already?”
“No, no. He’s gotta point.” Atsumu slowly nodded. “Someone your parents don’t know, you’re attracted to him so it would be easy for ya to pretend in front of ‘em.”
Suna unlocked his phone, fingers typing on the screen as he spoke, “Exactly, you’ll be busy at the wedding anyways making sure everything goes smoothly, you can use that excuse to stay away from your parents.”
“And his career can be the excuse why ya haven’t gone public with the relationship.” Atsumu added.
It was scary that Atsumu and Suna were agreeing on something. My gut told me that nothing good could come out of it, that
Of course, I only how how to make terrible decisions in life, so I went against my better judgement. “Guess ‘m asking Sakusa then.”
“Well, he’s on his way, so you can ask him then.” Suna’s lips curled into a lazy smirk as he locked his phone and dropped it beside him on the couch. “I just invited Komori.”
I stared at the brunet for a moment, a couple of knocks startling us out of our staring contest, signaling Bokutou and Hinata’s arrival. I stood up and headed for the kitchen. “I need another drink.”
being single was not exactly a choice on her part, it was more of a consequence of her demanding job as one of the best wedding planners in tokyo. her parents asked constantly if she was at least speaking with anyone romantically and when she would give them grandchildren. they pressured her to the point that she lied to them about having a boyfriend so they would leave her alone, only for them to say they want to meet him at her best friend’s wedding. time to come clean! or… find a fake boyfriend to keep her parents happy?
when i said i would make up for the lack of sakusa… i lied.
but i promise i SWEAR he’s gonna be in the next part lmao
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— inarizaki 4 x f!reader on her period (hcs)
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ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintarō x f!reader
a/n: only writing for these four (so far) 'cause i don't think i have a very good grasp of the other inarizaki characters but perhaps in the future! anyway this one's short and sweet but i hope you enjoy~~
cw: timeskip spoilers for osamu but that’s it
— MIYA ATSUMU
is a dumbass
this man would only know what to buy for a period care pack because kita got him a care pack when he was sick
“i picked up a few things from kita-san ya know, WHADDAYA TAKE ME FOR?!"
he gets anxious and worried that he'll forget stuff when he's at the store
like he had to ask kita to make him a checklist for when he gets supplies for u
would go on a day trip around the neighbourhood to find the store that has everything on that checklist
keeps that checklist pinned in his notes app (right below a little note where he writes down everything he loves about you - he's a simp)
he's always worried he missed something so he will not shut up
"are you sure the pads are in there? did i get the right ones? the big ones with the wings right? the extra absorbent kind? I SWEAR I TOOK THE RIGHT ONES BUT IF THEY'RE NOT IN THE BAG I'LL RUN BACK TO GET IT FOR YA RIGHT NOW" (he took the bus there btw)
"oh and they ran out of the usual snacks you like so i got three other brands for you to try, if you don't like any of 'em i'll get some more!"
asks osamu to make your fav onigiri too but he only asks nicely cuz it’s for you :)
— MIYA OSAMU
would make SO MUCH food for you like you’ll never go hungry if you’re with him
he also does not care if you bloat during your period he WILL keep you fed even if it's against your will
would also find a bunch of different recipes that will reduce your bloating
he's an onigiri guy but he'd go to his mom and ask her to teach him her healing soup recipes
he'll start making so much soup you'll just be drinking soup the whole day (with onigiris and anything else you'd like, of course)
would NOT let you within a 10 foot radius of a cold drink when you're on your period
like you'd go to the fridge in the middle of a hot day to grab some chocolate and you'll just hear "STEP AWAY FROM THE FRIDGE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR"
you turn around and he’s pointing at you with his spatula in hand
he knows how warm you might feel on your period though so he'll make the kind of hot soup that cools the body (he learnt it from his mom)
— KITA SHINSUKE
kita is kita
kita is the best one out of everybody
he KNOWS what he’s doing like i don’t even need to explain
but yes you can trust that he’s got everything you need and has everything before you even know you need it
fav snacks, fav drinks, heating pad, painkillers, a gallon of water, hot soup, fresh food, weighted blanket if you like those, your fav movie or show already set up for you and a shit ton of cuddles and naps throughout the day
also he’d write in or call your boss to tell him or her that you’re staying home
“kita, i NEED to go to work today-“ “no. you need to rest.” “but-“ “i already called your boss.” BRO IT’S 6AM
will physically force you back in bed if you try to get up or out
also asks osamu to make ur fav onigiri
of course, his grandma loves u SO much that every month she’ll ask kita if you’re on your period and she'll make herbal or like the healing kind of soup and packs it so nicely for kita to bring it to you
sometimes she adds a little note in the carrier and your heart melts every single time
— SUNA RINTARŌ
king of cuddling and doomscrolling tiktok in bed
he knows you don’t really like lying down in bed and all during your period, especially if it’s really heavy so he’ll lay out extra towels and stuff in case anything happens
also would 100% clean up for you if your period gets too heavy and leaks onto the bed or something
“go get yourself cleaned up in the washroom and wait here for me once you’re done. don’t touch anything, i’ll take care of the sheets.”
keeps painkillers and water on his nightstand and a ton of heating pads in his drawer
ENDLESS CUDDLES like he gets so clingy it’s almost embarrassing but he’s cute so-
uses tiktoks to distract you from your period
“my period hurts-“ “babe look look look it’s a cat” “AWWWWW ITS SO FLUFFY”
tbh i don’t think you’d even use heating pads much if you were with him cuz you cannot look at suna and tell me that he’s not a heater in human form
his warm hands on your lower belly is the BEST feeling when you’re on your period
*places hands on tummy* “does it still hurt?” “no i think it’s going away…” “it better be. or i’m dragging your cramps to the depths of hell myself.”
— EXTRAS
osamu probably makes extra batches of onigiri every week just to give it out to his brother’s and friends’ girlfriends and honestly everyone’s so grateful for that
would give atsumu’s girlfriend atsumu’s share of onigiri tho
the first time you got your period after you got together with kita, he probably asked you a whole list of questions he prepared and noted down all your answers like your fav stuff and the types of pads or tampons you use etc. it was honestly pretty shocking but sweet nonetheless
suna def has the period tracker app on his phone but he remembers your cycle so he uses the app to remind you
atsumu also has the app but he sets it to send him reminders and notifications when your period is coming up
a/n: THANK YOU FOR READINGG hoped u enjoyed it ~~ stay tuned for more original and requested works coming soon!! -lyssa
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Hello! Hope you are having a good day/night. So sorry to bother you, could you write about Fyodor and Dazai (separately) meeting and dating S/O who is a young mom? Sorry if it’s weird and sorry if it makes you uncomfy.
its been a long time since I've written (college is a bitch) but i actually watched a movie about a single mom a week back so i might be doing something with this.
Note: I have yet to post Fyodor's part as it is a work in progress and I have named our S/O as her name is part of the story I have written, apart from this, everything is pretty similar to your request. Hope you enjoyed it<33
Characters : Dazai x fem!reader (young mom), tags : suicide, depression and death mentioned frequently
The recent talk of the neighbourhood circled around - a woman living alone with her toddler in a rundown apartment.
"who knows who the father of that child is...!"
Our subject of this rumour had applied to the quiet yet popular cafe Uzumaki.
Quite obviously in her early 20's, she sat in a corner of the cafe as the old couple took her interview. The afternoon was a quiet one, with two customers quietly sipping away their coffee in shared silence. The neighbourhood outside, quiet, as the streets basked in the afternoon sun. Summer was approaching..
She could make some miso soup for her daughter today and perhaps take her out for a evening walk. Breaking away from the daze, she returned her focus to the interview as she assessed her future employers.
The cafe owners were an old, childless couple. They had already made up their minds to take her in after the rumours travelling the streets reached their ears. However when catering to an organisation as special as the ADA, special measures were to be taken.
"So.... you know how to make coffee, bake goods, manage a register....have you learnt self defence perhaps?"
As she was about to answer, a hoarse voice spoke out behind her, from one of the tables, as a man in his 20's donning a brown coat spoke without moving his gaze from the open book in his hands,
"I believe the lady here has learnt how to wield a knife efficiently, Perhaps Judo when you were young, although I can tell you're out of practise." He looked up from his book to flash a bright smile as he made his way to their table.
"Dazai, Dazai Osamu. And You are..?"
"Hana Shinigami, nice to meet you. And yes you would be totally correct if not for the fact that I am in-fact not out of practise, just out of posture." She flashed a professional smile as she returned her attention to the old couple.
"Ah it seems I judged too fast. However! you bear quite an interesting name! 'Belladonna' pales in comparison!"
Hana - Kanji: 花 means withered flowers often associated with funeral/death
Shinigami - Kanji: 死神 means Goddess of death
"Should I be honoured? My parents were funeral directors so death is quite well imbued in a family like mine. Although, I wouldn't be wrong to think you are way too excited to be encountering someone associated with death, would I?" She giggled as the thought itself seemed ridiculous.
Having seen her parents being ridiculed their whole life for naming their daughter with such an ominous name, she couldn't help but laugh at the childlike amusement of the man she had just met.
"Death is to come to us all, so why fear it and to some the sweet release of death is what keeps them going."
"I see......oh! look at the time, I need to pick up my daughter now then, please excuse me."
"Surely yes, You can join work starting tomorrow and since the cafe is empty and quiet most of the time, you can even bring your daughter here. It would surely liven up the atmosphere."
She nodded at their requests while she said her farewell and went off to the distant as Dazai's gaze remained in her direction. It was the first time he had not called someone Belladonna. How could he when her mere name was a poetic mesh of words he longed for.
The next month passed in a flash as the cafe brightened up by their newest addition- Aoi Shinigami. Her laughter and giggles filled the cafe as she ran around in her little dress, falling and crashing into the legs of the customers.
ADA's recent activities had involved playing with the little star as she hid under tables and chairs, complained about her mother to them all while small jewel like drops fell from her eyes when she expressed her anger and sadness. Her crying would make these renowned individuals come running from their desks to attend to her needs.
Yosano and Kyouka dressed her up in cute outfits and took pictures of her (the pictures adorning their desks as we speak) , Atsushi dropped her off to her preschool and picked her up while Hana worked her shifts, Ranpo even shared his secret snack stash with her and spoke to the oblivious child about cases as she happily gobbled up the sweets (according to him, it helped him think better), Fukuzawa might have added her to his "new kitten" collection on his phone with countless pictures of her curled up taking a nap (a picture of her playing with the cats lying in his phone), Kunikida became her unpaid teacher as he taught her hiragana and katakana in his spare time (he even attended her PTMs) and the siblings became her unofficial babysitters.
How could they let her be when she looked at them with those round hazelnut eyes and dark hair, mumbling incoherent nonsense, whenever she stumbled upon a problem too big for her little hands to handle.
These days you could see the agency transmigrating their office downstairs to the cafe to keep an eye on their little angel sprightly playing around and talking about her friends from school, babbling and muttering about worldly issues and falling asleep in the most random places. Once they found her curled up under atsushi's desk with her head resting on his shoes. What a sight to behold.
Recently they even went to her annual sports event, clicking pictures, cheering for her (even more so than her own blood mother) and taking her for a treat when she did well in her little tests. Hana couldn't be more satisfied with her life. The Uzumaki owners had offered their downstairs floor to her after learning about her living condition, for a cheap rent of course.
Her daughter's days were filled with intellectual people who doted her unconditionally. Her life was simple, quiet and filled with laughter and summer this time seemed more warm than the past four summers.
Dazai too, adored the little star however his attention could be found more focused elsewhere. His eyes followed Hana everywhere with his mind always on the topic of their conversation. Their conversations were witty banters and philosophical debates on the way of life which was quite unusual but they quite enjoyed it over a cup of coffee.
Slowly but surely this unusual union of two people would start opening up to each other.
The evening Hana had opened up to him about her past, they were drinking on the rooftop while the rest were watching a show with her daughter downstairs. The show must have been funny as their laughter could be heard every other minute.
Feeling comforted in the cold night, with laughter and giggles drowning her words, she began her short yet tragic story, overcome with liquid courage,
"You know, I was infatuated, with a man 11 years older than me: Aoi's father.... I was immature and in love. A dangerous combination."
Taking a sip from her whiskey she continued, " He worked in the special armed forces. 'A reckless but fulfilling life', in his own words.
My entire pregnancy, I saw him 8 times, 8 times and then never again. Around that time during my third trimester, my parent's funeral house closed, as they went under debt... They jumped off a bridge with not so much as a final goodbye to their only pregnant daughter.
Not so much as an apology for what they were about to commit or even a second thought. Perhaps they thought if they embraced their death, they could embrace my namesake.
Not much later, came the news of his death, his body never came home. He was compromised abroad so the government refused to acknowledge him as their own.
This was the glorifying death he always talked about, dying in service to his people. Yet it would have been better if he had stayed. In the end he cared for the strangers on the street more than the mother of his child. It would have been better if he had just....stayed And the funniest part? The father of my child and my lover had forsaken all his money after his death to the mother he cut off years ago."
"It was never love, It was an arrangement of sorts, he really never cared."
"Yet here I am confessing my struggles to a man who is obsessed with the idea of imminent and painless death. I guess people's names really do determine their future."
No words were exchanged as the mere act of consoling her would be too harsh from someone who could completely resonate with the thoughts of her parents and lover in the moment of their deaths.
But he moved closer to her, still not uttering a word. Taking the glass of whiskey from her hand, he caressed her cheeks. The scarred bandaged hands moving across her face comforted her, it stopped the tears at the very least. Dazai didn't dare move, he glided his arms around her waist, pulling her slouching body from the chair in to his chest.
Then,
He kissed her. He sprinkled tender kisses on her closed eyes, her lips, her rosy cheeks, her cold hands, her shivering neck. He left no part untouched yet she didn't stop him. She reclined back into her chair with an arm around the man as she let it happen. The night passed in silence as Hana received not consolation but the physical presence and reassurance which she always had craved for,
not the sweet whispers of "eternal love", "being in their hearts" but their raw presence and Dazai offered it to her like a sweet drug she couldn't refuse.
She satisfied her addiction time and time again, The feeling was so sweet and intoxicating that it had become a vice and a blessing, yet she didn't think of it, she didn't let herself think of it when the moments passed.
Soon, he too started talking. He started talking about buried emotions, stories, friends and the distant past which kept lingering with an ominous shadow in his future, and his fears of the unknown for there was little unknown to him and she only listened with closed eyes and lips holding his hand in the deadly silence of the night.
This went on for over a year when their feelings, an entangled mess of emotions and desires as they refused to talk about it until the eventful day:
"Papa!" A noise called out from below as Dazai picked up the toddler.
"Whom are you calling, Aoi?", she pointed her little fingers towards him as she exclaimed gleefully, "Papa!" and ran off towards her mother working behind the counter in the wee hours of the morning.
Dazai, bewildered at the child's declaration, let out a uncontrolled laugh as glances were exchanged between him and the woman who plagued his every waking thoughts as one longing look was all they needed to label what they had, to build on what they had created and resume what had already begun.
THE END
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The Struggles of Single-Parenting
Really quickly just to get things straight because people are wondering, requests ARE closed and may not be open again for a while. However, I'm leaving my inbox open, so feel free to share thirsts, talk with me, or just send me whatever's on your mind right now, whether it be q&a's or just silly ideas. And I'll still continue writing on my own. <3
So, as I said a while ago I've been really busy and my brother was shot, leaving me to fly down to Arizona to pick up my niece and fly back to California. And then when my boyfriend came to Arizona to fly us back (because his mom has flight benefits and helped us save money) he surprised me with a new puppy.
Fortunately, I had a little bit of time to write today while my niece was taking a nap, so here you guys go because I've been kind of dead trying to take care of a two-year-old, and a brand-new puppy while my roommate and boyfriend go to work every day. I think I'll be turning the children's fanfictions into a new series, too (for every character in both MTP and BSD) so be ready for some more chaotic fluff.
And for anyone who follows me on Wattpad and/or AO3, I may be linking the Bella series to Dazai Issues after the book is finished (if I ever finish it).
Unfortunately, this series may or may not come out in order, but I'll sort them out on my master lists the best I can.
Plus the name reveal of my new puppy!
Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader
Genre: fluff
Summary: You have to try to take care of Bella while Dazai is at work. To make matters worse? You also have to take care of a new puppy, all while being pregnant with your second child.
Warnings: None
Eighteen weeks pregnant with your second child, you found yourself in the midst of delightful chaos. Your husband had left for work at the Armed Detective Agency, leaving you to handle your energetic two-year-old daughter, Bella, and a brand-new puppy named Ryuna.
As the morning sun painted your cozy home with warmth, you sighed, watching Bella chase Ryuna around the living room. The energetic giggles of your daughter filled the air, blending with Ryuna's excited yips. Balancing your growing baby bump, you decided it was time for strategic intervention.
"Bella, sweetie," you called with a gentle smile. "How about we read one of your favorite stories?"
Bella's eyes sparkled, and she immediately abandoned her pursuit of Ryuna to hop onto the couch next to you. She handed you a colorful book from the shelf, and you began to read aloud, your voice soothing and comforting. Ryuna settled down, curling up at your feet.
You weren't quite sure why—or how—you convinced Dazai to adopt a dog—considering how much Dazai hates dogs—while you already have enough on your hands with Bella, alone, but seeing how happy the dog made your daughter was enough for you.
Just as you reached the climax of the story, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Dazai: "How are my two favorite girls doing?"
You chuckled, typing a reply while Bella listened with rapt attention to the story. "We're having a lively morning! Bella and Ryuna are quite the duo."
Dazai's response came quickly, filled with his usual charm: "Make sure Ryuna doesn't outshine me!"
After finishing the story, you set Bella up with crayons and paper, encouraging her to draw while you tended to Ryuna's needs. Puppies, like babies, needed constant attention and care. You made sure Ryuna had water and a fresh place to sleep, which turned out to be your second attempt after she'd decided Bella's art supplies were a cozy spot.
During this momentary lull, you took a deep breath and decided to seize the opportunity. You retrieved your phone and started researching ways to prepare Bella for the arrival of her new sibling. As you read through the advice, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation about the changes ahead.
Bella's joyful laughter interrupted your thoughts, and you looked up to see her proudly showing you a scribbled masterpiece of stick figures and colorful swirls. With a proud smile, you applauded her effort.
"Mama, look! Art!" she exclaimed, beaming up at you.
"That's amazing, Bella! You're such a talented artist," you praised, feeling a sense of pride welling up within you.
The day passed in a blur of activities – from outdoor playtime in the garden to changing diapers and preparing meals. Your energy seemed to flow from an endless reservoir, fueled by the love you had for your daughter, the anticipation of your new baby, and the deep bond you shared with Dazai.
As the sun began to set, Dazai returned home, wearing his usual rakish grin. Bella's face lit up when she saw her father, and she ran to greet him. Ryuna, too, wagged her tail excitedly, completing the picture of a joyful homecoming.
"Hey there, my lovely ladies," Dazai cooed, scooping Bella into his arms. "Did you have a fun day?"
You joined them, resting a hand on your growing belly. "It was certainly eventful, but we managed just fine."
Dazai leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I knew you could handle it."
As the evening settled in, you all gathered in the living room. Bella snuggled up next to you, Ryuna curled at your feet, and Dazai nestled in beside you. In that moment, surrounded by your growing family, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment and love. The challenges of the day had only strengthened the bonds between you all.
With Bella in your lap, Dazai wrapped his arms around both of you, his love evident in his gaze. "Our little trio is the best team, don't you think?"
You nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely. And soon, we'll be a quartet."
Dazai's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he placed a hand on your belly. "I can't wait to meet our newest addition."
As the evening wore on, you cherished these moments – the simple joys of togetherness, love, and the promise of a growing family. With each passing day, you were reminded that no challenge was insurmountable as long as you faced it with the unwavering support of your loved ones by your side.
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== haikyuu!! ==
growing pains - oikawa x fem!reader
loving him. losing yourself in loving him. drifting apart. getting back together?
childhood friends to lovers… with a twist - atsumu x fem!reader
not your typical childhood friends to lovers story
dancing ‘round the kitchen in the refrigerator light - osamu x fem!reader
college classmates turned interviewer and interviewee turned colleagues… turned lovers?
stranger danger - kuroo x alisa / kurolisa
drug lord!kuroo x detective!alisa
== my hero academia / boku no hero academia ==
she was sunshine, he was midnight rain - dabi x fem!reader
you’re a doctor hired by LOV to take care of the blueflame and covered-in-scars villain called dabi
off the beaten path - pro hero!bakugo x journalist!reader
wherein you persuade your very busy pro hero boyfriend to take a break
== blue lock ==
this love - teenage dad!itoshi sae x fem!reader
sweet love turned into bitterness when you could no longer recognize your favorite person after he came back from spain.
caught up in his web - spiderman!nagi & dark!nagi x fem!reader
supporting nagi in his spiderman endeavors is amazing. dealing with his dark-side-manifested isn’t.
entanglement - spiderman!sae x fem!reader
the embarrassment you felt once you find out the identity of the man behind the mask was through the roof
weaving through leads to you - spiderman!rin x fem!reader
sure, rin has spider-like superpowers. but at the end of the day, it will always be you.
== bungo stray dogs ==
just a headcanon on fukuzawa’s past love - fukuzawa x kin
based on a few panels from the manga. kin is inspired by the real-life wife of fukuzawa named okin.
== kpop / nct ==
not a fan anymore so i no longer write this kind of fics
saving grace - doctor!jaehyun x pregnant single mom!reader
you’re pregnant and single because your ex doesn’t want to take responsibility. then with some weird twist of fate, you get transferred to a new ob-gyn. here comes your charming and disarming doctor.
ink-tainted hands - jaehyun x fem!reader
i was into brush pen calligraphy 3 years ago and got inspired to write this. jaehyun is your only classmate in a calligraphy workshop lol.
morning after - fuckboi!jaehyun x fem!reader
what transpired the morning after your night with jaehyun
competitive as hell - jaehyun x fem!reader
wrote this fic based on two facts about jaehyun lol: he can drink 3-4 soju bottles and he’s competitive as hell. (drinking) shots fired.
vigilante - vigilante!jaehyun x syndicate victim!reader
jaehyun saved you from human traffickers. inspired by the korean movie Midnight Runners.
take my hand - nomad/runaway!jaehyun x fem!reader
you were having the worst night of your life when you found a mysterious and cute runaway boy sitting beside you.
try again - jaehyun x fem!reader
he changed for the worse, but he also wants to try again.
fight for you - jaehyun x fem!reader
someone found a way to break you up but jaehyun will relentlessly fight for you
savior - jaehyun x fem!reader
inspired by taylor swift’s song Call It What You Want
comfort & coffee - jaehyun x fem!reader
just a simple and cute comfort fic
ride or die - biker!winwin x city girl!reader
you were sent to the countryside as a punishment. however, you didn’t expect to meet an intriguing handsome biker boy.
hold your breath - swimmer!winwin x fem!reader
you offer to tutor winwin in physics in exchange for him teaching you how to swim.. and overcome a tragic event from the past.
ice cream - ice cream vendor!winwin x fem!reader
meet-cute story featuring ice cream, your pet, and the cute ice cream vendor.
#ivy writes#masterlist#fics masterlist#drabbles masterlist#anime fics masterlist#anime drabbles masterlist#haikyuu#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#blue lock#bllk#bungo stray dogs#bsd#anime fics#anime x reader fics#anime drabbles#anime x reader drabbles
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Accidental teen pregnancy with Atsumu but happy ending?
Wouldn’t change a thing!
Teen parents Atsumu x reader
Ok so the way I’m formatting this is going to be that reader is around 17 but they have the baby at like 18 just barely after they graduate! Also sticking to the idea that all Atsumu wants is a daughter but he just keeps having boys😭anyways once again repeating that I love requests so much pls I beg for more again😭😭
Tw~ teen pregnancy (be weary of anything involving teen pregnancy) uhm talks of financial struggling due to being young parents(they don’t it’s a fear!)pregnancy tests just everything pregnancy related, fem reader, let me know if I missed something!
Maybe you were scared? Atsumu reasons as he stares down at a pregnancy test in his bathroom trashcan. He knows it wasn’t his ma’s because well, she has her own bathroom and his ma never has anyone around anyways so the only other person it could be is for you because it sure as hell wasn’t for Samu…
“Babe” he shouts still looking down at the stick.
“Yea?” You anwser nervously from his bed where you’d been scrolling through your phone trying to avoid the outcome of the few tests you’d taken.
“What’s that?” He asks and of course you’ve got no idea what he’s talking about.
He couldn’t mean those could he?? They were wrapped in toilet paper right? Right????
No this one wasn’t, you’d been to scared to take them at your house so you took them at Atsumu’s but you didn’t expect them to be positive so you simply wrapped them up and shut the lid, it’d be a problem for another day, not today though, you were supposed to eat dinner with Atsumu, his mom and brother at one of your favorite restaurants. Unfortunately Atsumu found the test in the garbage can.
He walks out the bathroom pointing accusatorially at the bin, “baby was that yours?” He asks you as he crawls into bed to lay beside you looking up at the ceiling as you hide your face in his pillow little tears threatening to fall.
“Yea” you whisper out and Atsumu gulps.
He was nervous but if it was with you he was sure he could do it.
“Please don’t leave me” you practically cry out when he hasn’t said anything after some time.
“Baby?” He shouts just as loud tears filling his eyes too, “I would never!…just don’t know what we’re gonna do…there’s no room here for a baby bed.” He whispers looking around his room, he supposes he can do without a dresser and squeeze the bed in there.
You let out a sad pathetic laugh as you buddy your head even further into your pillows, what were the two of you going to do.
That was almost a year ago, while the two of you were admirably very young, you ended up getting your own apartment nearby after graduating highschool, soon after that giving birth to two adorable twin boys. Atsumu’s mother was told the news that night, she wasn’t as mad as the two of you thought she was going to be, she was more so just worried about how the two of you were going to handle the situation, she knew you would both do fine as parents more so concerned about the financial aspect of the scenario.
But you two managed, Atsumu became a pro athlete, the two of you got married and you continued with college and got a degree, though you became a stay at home mom it was a nice accomplishment for yourself!
The boys were absolutely precious and you both adored them. They loved their grandmother who’d always make jokes about them being just like Atsumu and Osamu when they were babies. And you find you wouldn’t change a single thing.
#reader insert#x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader#haikyuu parents#haikyuu dads#dad!atsumu#dad!Atsumu x reader#mom!reader#dad!Atsumu x mom!reader#hq atsumu#atsumu miya#atsumu x reader
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First Time With Atsumu Miya
Pairing: Atsumu Miya x f!reader
Prompt/summary: Truth be told, you were both a bit afraid to have sex for the very first time. Both of you being virgins, Atsumu knew that things were going to need to be taken slow for both of your benefits. He hadn’t expected simple little things to feel so good, but he also wasn’t expecting to worry so much about you this first time in bed
Word count: 7.8K
Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, fingering, light clit stimulation, pussy penetration. Fluff, strong language, 18+
Notes: This smut is pretty slow, inexperienced, and I tried to make it really detailed to make it seem more real. I won’t do this for every single one of my first time prompts, however there’s something about Atsumu that just makes me want to take my time and write everything so vivid 😂
I know the gif is of both of the twins instead of just Atsumu but... I couldn’t not use it. Just look at how happy he is 😭
I hope that you guys enjoy this Atsumu smut! I’m working on a post that is officially over 13.K as we speak and it’s one I won’t be separating into two parts, so be on the lookout for that as soon as I finish and then get the urge to proofread all of those words 😂 I’m gonna try and write another texting series chapter soon for the characters catch-ups! Hopefully I can get another one out today
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You gave a soft moan, hand buried in your boyfriends hair as he kissed you in a way you hadn’t felt in weeks. It had been about two weeks since you and Atsumu had more than just a moment alone. Every time you came to his house, it was for dinner with his family or to study while Osamu was home. You only got just a split second to get something from the pantry to share a sweet and short kiss or a moment when Osamu when to the bathroom to feel his lips on yours.
Aside from his arm around you or his hand in yours, things with Atsumu were almost back to when the two of you weren’t even dating.
But now, things were different. Osamu was gone for the night, mentioning earlier where he was going but you completely spaced as Atsumu’s tongue pushed into your mouth. His parents were gone for the weekend, having a short trip to themselves since the boys were old enough to be left alone and they rarely got the time away. You knew that you weren’t supposed to stay here, that you should go home and you should tell your mom your friend that you’d said you were spending the night with wasn’t feeling too well and you wanted to come home instead of risking getting sick, but you couldn’t leave. You couldn’t stop the kiss and leave the bottom bunk with your boyfriend.
With flushed cheeks, you sucked on his tongue and made the man give a soft hum at the feeling. The house was completely silent aside from the two of you, something that you never had experienced before. There was always somebody home, it seemed. Whether that be his mom, his dad, his brother— but even through the shut door you could always hear some form of sound before a few minutes later the door was opened. You knew that his mother trusted you, but you also understood her reasoning for wanting the door opened.
Absentmindedly, you slid your hand along Atsumu’s chest over the shirt that he wore. You’d seen the man shirtless on so many occasions it was almost hard to count all of them, through summers at the pool and beach or him just wandering around his house without the clothing on, but there was something different today. You were wanting to see him shirtless, not just to take a quick peek at his abs, but you wanted to see him, to feel his body against yours and you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.
You gave an almost desperate sound against his mouth before Atsumu pulled away, giving you a moment to breathe as he gently nudged your chin up and leaned down to kiss your neck. You gave a soft hum in pleasure at the sensation of his warm, wet lips pressing to your skin. You couldn’t help it— his lips on your neck was a cathartic experience that you never wanted to end. Biting down on your bottom lip, you squirmed slightly on the bed beneath the man who’s large hand groped at your breasts over the shirt and bra that you wore. It wasn’t like he had never touched them before, like he had never seen them even, though it was always an accident brought upon by his failure to knock and instead simply barge into rooms as if he was expecting to catch you doing something bad behind his back.
“‘Tsumu?” You spoke, earning a soft hum from the man as he pressed one final kiss below your jaw and leaned up to look at you. The wooden planks from the bed above were blocked partially by your boyfriend who licked his lips as he looked at you curiously. “I, um… I was wondering… when are your parents getting home?”
“Tomorrow evenin’.” He said, gently reaching up and caressing your face as his knee pressed closer between your legs. You swallowed hard and chewed on the inside of your bottom lip, unintentionally making the man that much more attracted to you in the moment as his gaze fell to your lips. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you again in this moment, but he knew you weren’t finished.
“And ‘Samu?”
“He’s gone for the night.” He told you information you already knew, but you thought it would be better to get confirmation that you were right before you expressed your thoughts. “Why?”
“Well… I was wondering if you might want…” Your cheeks warmed as you averted your gaze from the man. “If… if you might want to have sex with me?” You missed the way Atsumu’s cheeks immediately warmed and his eyes widened in shock. Sex was something talked about before, but it was a long time ago, back when the two of you were still inexperienced teenagers. You said that you wanted to wait awhile, and Atsumu, who was also a virgin, didn’t mind waiting as long as you needed. Despite wanting to experience it, he had to admit that he was worried to have sex with you for the first time.
“O—oh, uh— yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He flushed deeper, unsure of how he was supposed to agree to this— if he needed to sound more sure or if he seemed too anxious. “Do ya really want to?” Finally, you met his gaze and nodded gently.
“I think… I’ve wanted to for a little while, but we’re never alone anymore.” He gave a soft chuckle and nodded along with your words, his gaze quickly flickering back to your lips. “I just… don’t really know what to do.” You admitted. “I’m kind of nervous.” He gave a sigh in relief at your words and nodded, visibly relaxing his tense shoulders.
“I’m nervous, too.” He admitted. “I just wanna make it feel good for ya.”
“I’m sure it’ll feel great. It’s not like we don’t knock our heads when we kiss anyways.” He gave a soft laugh and nodded along to your words. “I’m sure we’ll make mistakes, but… that’s gonna be the fun of it, right?” You asked almost hesitantly. “At least neither of us are completely experienced and the other has no idea what they’re doing.” Atsumu nodded again and leaned in to press a soft kiss that he’s wanted for what felt like forever in his mind to your lips.
“We’ll take it slow.” He promised. “Ya can tell me if ya don’t like what I’m doin’. And if ya change yer mind, just tell me.” You nodded, shifting along with the man as he gently pushed his warm hand beneath your shirt.
“If you change your mind then we can wait, too. I know we’ve talked about wanting this before, but… it’s pretty nerve-wracking. I won’t make fun of you if you decide you don’t wanna do it.” Atsumu sent you a small smile and pressed another soft kiss to your awaiting lips.
“I know ya won’t.” Thankfully for Atsumu, he’d previously shut the door on instinct when you were in the room with him, not wanting the family cat to get into the room and disturb the make out session that both of you had been craving since you walked in the door. “I love ya.” You smiled and gently kissed the man again.
“I love you, too.” He seemed hesitant for a moment, carefully moving on top of you and trying not to hit his head on the bunk over him as he slid his shirt up.
“Is it alright if I take this off?” He asked before he slid the clothing off of himself. He watched you give a quick nod as your eyes looked down to his exposed abs.
“I won’t complain.” He finished stripping the shirt off, tossing it off of the bed and sliding his hand back up your shirt. “Do you want to take mine off?” Flushing as he thought about head on seeing your breasts for the first time for longer than just a second, he nodded. You sat up a little bit with the man, helping him take the clothing off of you. He tossed it aside while you started to take your bra off and watched as his gaze fell to your breasts. “You can touch them.” You told him as he seemed to fiddle with his fingers. You laid back on the bed after letting your bra fall to the floor, watching as he licked his lips and brought his hands to your breasts.
An almost shaky breath left the man as he cupped his large, warm hands around your breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. As many times as he had touched them over your shirt, Atsumu had never once touched your breasts like this. It was almost hard to believe this was really the first time that you were touching and feeling each other after being together for such a long time, but his cock was quick to twitch in his pants as he felt your nipples start to harden against his palms.
“Can I suck on them?” You nodded without hesitation, watching as your boyfriend moved on top of you to lean down and press a few soft kisses to your cleavage before he pressed his lips to your breast and gave a soft hum at the feeling. A quiet sound left you as his warm mouth enclosed around your nipple and gave it a light suck. He glanced up and met your eyes as you bit down on your bottom lip, watching him with warm cheeks while he sucked on your nipple and earned another soft sound from you.
You couldn’t help but try and squeeze your legs together, pushing Atsumu’s knee that was between your legs against your crotch and making him flush.
“Why are ya squeezin’ yer legs together?” He asked as he pulled back and licked his lips. “Ya tryin’ to hide somethin’ from me?” Your cheeks warmed as you glanced down at his knee between your legs. “Are ya feeling okay?” You nodded, meeting his pretty eyes again. “Can I… can I touch ya?” He asked. “Will ya let me touch ya?” You nodded and moved along with the man so that he could undo the button on your jeans.
“You can pull them down as much as you need.” You said, flushing as his fingers grazed along your thong when he slid the zipper down. “You can take them all the way off if you want to.”
“Do ya want me to take mine off, too?” He asked, watching as you seemed to think for a moment before nodding.
“Only if you want to, though.” Atsumu nodded, helping you slide the jeans off of your legs and letting them fall to the floor. His cheeks warmed quickly as he looked down at the thong that you wore. Despite seeing you in a bikini many times in the past, this was a completely different experience. He had never once been able to see a small wet spot on your bikini like he saw on your underwear now, and it made him give a soft moan as his cock ached in his jeans.
“Fuck, ya look so wet.” He bit down on his bottom lip and looked at you with nervous eyes.
“What’s the matter?”
“I just… I don’t wanna mess up.”
“It’ll be okay.” Atsumu seemed hesitant as he undid the button on his jeans.
“Will ya show me where to touch ya?” Your cheeks burned as you looked at the man.
“Uh— do you mean you want me to touch myself?” Matching your own blush, Atsumu’s cheeks burned bright red as he stopped mid-way while he started to unzip his pants.
“No! I— uh, I meant, uh— will ya— will ya guide my hand.” He stumbled over his words, trying to regain his composure and yet he couldn’t even think of a time he’d been more embarrassed than now to calm his racing heart.
“Oh, s-sure.” You nodded, trying to steady your own pounding heart as you could feel your hands shaking slightly as he stripped his jeans off. Atsumu gave a soft mumble beneath his breath as he comfortably rested back on your leg, though this time pressing down on you more and letting you feel the hard erection in his boxers. He glanced at your hands and gently reached over, holding both of them in his own and catching your attention.
“Are ya okay?”
“Yeah, just… nervous.” You admitted along with the man who nodded.
“It’ll be okay. Just… show me how to make ya feel good. And if ya don’t wanna keep goin’, just tell me.”
“’Tsumu?” He hummed as he met your eyes again after looking down to the light pink thong that you wore that dare he think seemed wetter than before. “Umm… will you take these off of me and… and let me see you, too?” With shaky hands himself, Atsumu nodded and carefully moved to take the thong that you wore off, stopping at your knees as he looked at your now bare body and felt his cock twitch again. You looked at him when he stopped, embarrassed when you saw his eyes looking at your body.
He gave his head a soft shake as he finished sliding the underwear off of you, though hesitating before tossing them aside. You looked at him, curious though quickly showing more than only flushed cheeks as your eyebrows furrowed inwards in embarrassment as he brought the underwear up to his nose and licked along the front where the wet spot was.
“Atsumu,” you grumbled in an embarrassed tone, making the man give a soft chuckle before he let the clothing fall to the floor. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed as he hooked his fingers around his tight boxers that went a little bit above his mid-thigh. You watched the man eagerly as he started to strip the clothing off, tensing when his cock popped up out of his boxers and against his stomach. “Jesus christ,” you mumbled to yourself, making the man give a soft laugh as your eyes widened. He tossed his boxers aside and met your eyes again.
“Do ya… wanna touch it, or do ya want me to touch ya first?” You seemed to think for a moment before slowly sitting up a little bit on the bed and looking at his cock, flushing at the sight of the precum that was drizzling down the side of his shaft.
“Can I touch it?” You asked, meeting his gaze. He was quick to nod and move a little bit closer to you on his knees. Hesitantly, you reached your hand up and pressed it to his hip, the other reaching up and groping at his thick shaft. He gave a shaky exhale, visibly twitching in your light grasp as you slowly started to slide your hand along him. He gave another soft moan, watching your hand as you watched his cock twitch in your grasp.
The moment was almost intense, though not in a bad way. Nothing was spoken in this moment as you slowly moved your hand a little bit faster and made Atsumu give a soft moan. You eyed the tip of his cock, watching more precum bead up at the tip of his flushed looking head. You couldn’t help but lick your lips, wondering what it might taste like, what it might feel like for his cock to twitch in your mouth instead of your hand. You wondered if he might cum fast, if he would be able to hold himself back. You didn’t think Atsumu had never touched himself, in fact you were pretty aware of his fapping habits.
Biting down on your bottom lip, you looked up at the man with only your eyes, unintentionally making his cock twitch in your grasp.
“Should I… should I suck on it?”
“Only if ya want to.” He said. The two of you were quiet, whispering this whole time since you mentioned sex as if someone else aside from their family cat was in the house and may hear, but instead you were alone and both of you just embarrassed. “Ya don’t have to.”
“I want to.” You admitted softly. “Will you teach me?” He nodded, shifting more comfortably on his knees and scooting closer to you.
“I saw that ya should relax yer jaw one time awhile back,” he said, reaching down to brush a few stray hairs away from your face. “I know everyone is big on deepthroatin’, but ya don’t have to, okay?” He watched you nod. “Take as much as ya want, and if ya don’t want more than just the tip, that’s okay.” He assured you. “Take yer time.”
“Relax my jaw like… how?” You asked, watching the man give a soft shrug.
“I was hopin’ ya would know.” You gave a soft laugh that made him smile as you looked back to his cock.
“Okay, uh— I’ll figure it out.” You leaned in, feeling anxious as your fingers that rested on his hip gently rubbed over his hipbone. You had heard a lot about how to suck a dick from friends, but now that you were doing it, you were unsure of the advice they’d given you. Before you didn’t think it would be that important, but now that you were about to put your boyfriends dick in your mouth, you didn’t know what to do and wished you’d paid closer attention to their words.
You slowly licked around his cockhead, making Atsumu twitch in your grasp.
“Is this the first time for you?” You asked, looking up at the man. You were certain that Atsumu would have told you if he had more experience than merely kissing, but you never got into the full details of things you’d done and hadn’t done. While Atsumu had now been your first everything from kiss to this, you knew he had at least kissed another girl before you. But as he nodded, you wondered if he was just as inexperienced in bed as you were.
“I’ve never… been touched by another person like this.” He admitted almost shyly. “It’s kinda embarrassin’, that I’m this old and I’ve never even had my cock sucked, but— I don’t blame ya or anything,” he was quick to add since the two of you had been dating for such a long time now and you knew he would never cheat on you. “I wanted to take things slow, too. I was nervous, it’s just… a little embarrassin’. Even ‘Samu has done more than me.”
“Well, I guess you can’t really say that anymore.” He sent you a small smile and nodded.
“Yeah, yer right. I can’t.” You smiled lightly, though quickly turning your attention back to his cock and leaning in, this time taking the head into your mouth and making the man give a soft moan as you lightly sucked on it. “Take yer time, remember.” He said. “No rush. If ya wanna stop, ya can stop. If ya wanna make me cum, ya can spit it or tell me and I’ll pull back out if ya want me to.” You looked up at the man again with your eyes and made his cock twitch in your mouth and nearly fall past your lips. Embarrassed yourself, you closed your eyes and focused on him, taking a little more than just his head into your mouth and sucking along his shaft. Atsumu gave a blissful moan as you sucked on his shaft, his eyes closing, lips slightly parted and eyebrows furrowed upwards in pleasure, a look you missed as you took him into your mouth until your chin hit your hand and you gave a soft sound in struggle against him. “Don’t take it further than ya want,” he reminded you through soft moans and groans, though a suck from you stole his thoughts away from his reminder. “Ah, fuck— it feels so good, baby,” he gave your hair a light squeeze in his fist, sliding his fingers further through your hair. “Will ya use yer tongue a little more?”
Trying to focus on sucking on his shaft and moving your head along him, you tried to think of what he meant, sliding your tongue around his cock and making him give another moan that made your clit throb. You had never heard the man make such sounds before, but it left you squirming on the bed every time he spoke and moaned.
“Fuck… f-feels good, baby,” he mumbled out beneath his breath, giving another moan as you slid your tongue around him. “Mmm, baby— I’m…” He flushed warm as he could feel an orgasm coming. “I’m gonna cum… gonna cum so fast if ya keep doing that.” You peeked up at the man who hung his head because of the bunk over you, eyes closed, cheeks flushed and eyebrows furrowed inwards in pleasure as you sucked on his shaft. The thought of him cumming in your mouth made you squirm on the bed again as you continued to do just what you had been doing. “Baby… yer gonna make me cum,” he moaned, twitching again in your mouth— something you were certain that you were never going to get used to.
You gave a soft hum around his cock when he bumped against the back of your throat, trying not to gag yourself on him as he moaned out in pleasure. His orgasm was coming soon, and now that you knew that, you sucked harder on his shaft, making the man give a sort of shocked moan.
“Ah! It feels so good!” He moaned out, giving your hair a sharp tug that made you give a sound against him. “Ah— sorry, sorry,” he was quick to apologize, though you completely ignored it and instead continued to suck on him so hard that it made his toes curl. You got more comfortable bobbing your head around him— though just in time for him to reach his orgasm, giving a moan that was louder than needed as he struggled not to hit his head on the bed over him.
Your cheeks were bright red as you felt him cum in your mouth, though pulling back slowly with one final suck. Atsumu peeked his eyes at you as you swallowed, watching your tongue slide over your lips. He flushed, having previously heard from friends and even his own brother that the girls they had sex with often damn near refused to swallow the cum or made them pull out. He was shocked that you hadn’t pulled back and watched as you averted your eyes from his stare.
“Stop looking at me like that,” you mumbled out in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” he gave a soft chuckle and looked between your legs, his cock that was slowly feeling less erect was quick to harden again as he pressed his hand down to your thigh. “Okay, now will ya teach me what to do?” You nodded, scooting back on the bed a little bit and spreading your legs more. He flushed as he watched you spread your legs for him and bit down on his bottom lip in anticipation.
“Okay, here,” you reached for his hand, putting two of his fingers by your lips and licking them to get them wet, making his cheeks warm before you brought his hand down to your pussy and gently pressed his fingers to your clit. “Press here— gently— and just rub.” He nodded, watching as you leaned back on your hands while he started to rub a soft circle on your clit, making you give a small moan. “You can go a little faster, just don’t push hard.” He nodded again, unsure of what to say in the moment and doing as you had said, trying to be careful with the pressure that he applied. It was another thing he’d heard— as much as he knew women could take, they were sensitive on the clit, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in an attempt to make you feel even slightly as good as you’d just made him feel. He still couldn’t get over how fast you had made him cum and how amazing it felt, but your soft moans were making his hard cock throb for you even still. “Oh, just like that…” You moaned quietly, relaxing your head back and closing your eyes. “You can stop or finger me whenever you want.”
“Do I just put one in?” He asked, bringing his other hand up to his mouth and licking his middle finger. You nodded and looked back at the man who brought his hand down.
“Just push it in and kinda rub inside or curl your finger while you do it.” He nodded, carefully pushing his finger inside of you and giving a soft sound as how warm and wet you were around him. A soft moan left you as he did just what you had said and curled his long finger deep inside of you. “Oh, right there— just like that,” you said, flushing as you now watched his fingers move on and inside of you. “Fuck, your fingers are so long.”
“Am I doin’ okay? Do ya need more?”
“It’s amazing, but you can put another finger in if you want. Just… be gentle.” He nodded and carefully teased your entrance with his ring finger before slowly pushing it inside of you and making you give a moan as you laid your head back again.
“God, your fingers are so big!” You hadn’t even stopped yet to think about his cock— how badly it was going to hurt stretching you out. You knew for a fact that you hadn’t accidentally broken your hymen and that this was going to hurt not only because it was your first time, but because you were going to be tearing it when he went inside of you. “Fuck…”
“Does it hurt?” He asked, watching your eyes squeeze shut. “Are ya okay?” He was worried about you, anxious about the thought of hurting you. He knew that you weren’t going to blame him for the pain, but that didn’t make him feel any less bad for the way your eyes squeezed shut this tight.
“Yeah, it’s okay— it just…” You trailed off and he easily finished your sentence.
“It’s tight.” You nodded, meeting his gaze as his fingers stopped moving inside of you. “I’m gonna tear the thing, right?” He asked, unable to remember the name and yet he knew a few things about the first time a girl had sex. Something about the hole not being open and instead covered by skin that would tear when something too big entered.
“Yeah, you’re gonna have to tear the hymen.”
“Yeah, that thing,” he said with a nod. “Are ya gonna be okay? Are ya gonna need somethin’ we don’t have?”
“Well, I am going to, more likely than not, bleed. And I don’t want ruin your sheets, so… maybe a towel?” He nodded and carefully pulled his fingers out of you, watching you give a little wince.
“Do ya think we’re gonna need lube?” He asked. “I don’t wanna hurt ya. I know it’s a little shameful in some ways to need lube, but maybe not this time.”
“I really don’t wanna stop.” You said. “I don’t want you to leave and get anything.”
“I think… hang on.” He stood up, walking to the closet and rummaging through the side that his brother kept his things on. “Aha!” He poked his head from the closet as you looked back and held up a bottle of lube.
“Why do you have that?”
“I don’t, but ‘Samu does.”
“I am not stealing your brothers lube.”
“Don’t worry, yer not— I am.” He took a towel from the rack in the bathroom and quickly came back to his room, holding the two things in hand after kicking the door shut and walking over to you. “What else do we need?” You thought for a moment.
“Condom?”
“Uh… let me see if ‘Samu has any.”
“Stop stealing your brothers sex things!” You said as he tossed the bottle of lube and blanket onto the bed by your feet and went back to the closet.
“No!” He called back teasingly. He dug around where he’d found the lube and groaned when he couldn’t find any condoms. He shut the light off and kicked the closet door shut, walking to the nightstand by the bed where the boys charged their phones and a bedside lamp sat, getting into the drawer and gasping. “My brother is a total whore,” he said as he pulled out a box of condoms. “How much sex is he havin’!?”
“More than us at this rate,” you mumbled beneath your breath.
“Alright, now that we got everythin’— we got everythin’, right?” You nodded and shifted on the bed when he took a single condom out of the box and put it back where he had found it. “Now that we’ve got everythin’, are ya okay with continuin’?” You nodded again quickly as he got back on the bed with you. “Okay, here,” he had you move along with him as he laid out the towel beneath you, keeping it folded once in hopes the blood may not get through it. Thankfully the towel was dark and relatively thick. If anything, he’d wash the towel and use it himself for the rest of his time in this house. “Okay, I have an idea.” Atsumu set the condom beneath one of the wooden planks overhead to stay until he was ready for it, now taking the bottle of lube and putting some on his fingers. “Ah, it feels weird.” He grumbled, closing it back up and laying it on the bed where it was out of the way. He carefully rubbed it in along his ring and middle finger and he brought them back to your entrance. “Do ya think yer ready for it again?” You nodded, shifting on the bed so that you were laying more comfortably as he now almost easily pushed his fingers inside of you.
A soft whine came from you as he pushed his fingers inside, but this time it didn’t sound so pained. Licking his other fingers, Atsumu brought them back to your clit and started to carefully rub against you again, making you give a sweet moan.
“Is it feelin’ okay?” You nodded as you looked at the man.
“It feels good.” He smiled lightly at you and leaned up to kiss you for the first time in what felt like forever, and you were quick to kiss him back, whining against his mouth when his fingers curled inside of you.
“Baby?” You hummed in question, peeking open your eyes half-heartedly as you looked at him. “Can I… will ya let me go down there and suck on yer clit, or somethin’ like that. That’s what ya do, right?”
“You’re asking me?” He laughed softly and looked down.
“I guess yer right.”
“But yeah, it’s okay. I think you just… do that.” You shrugged. “Do what feels right. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” He nodded lightly, moving accordingly so that he could lay on his elbows and still finger you carefully, though taking his fingers away from your clit and instead replacing them with his mouth.
You couldn’t help but give a soft sound as his warm tongue licked at your clit while he kept his mouth against you, licking at you slowly and making you moan as you completely laid back on the bed and hesitantly reached up to hold one of your breasts while your other hand ventured down and slid into Atsumu’s hair. He moaned softly, curling his fingers gently inside of you and making you moan out. He couldn’t help but flush at your taste, eyebrows furrowing upwards lightly as he gently grinded himself against the bed. His cock was aching, he couldn’t wait to feel you around him like you were his fingers, but he tried to carefully stretch you out as well, knowing this was going to hurt.
“Fuck, I can’t wait for you to be inside of me.” You moaned softly. “I know it’s gonna hurt, but… I just can’t wait.”
“I’ll be as careful as I can so that it doesn’t hurt ya too bad.” He promised, resting his head against your thigh while you moaned. “I’ll take care of ya, baby. I won’t hurt ya on purpose.” You peeked down at the man and nodded gently.
“I know you won’t.” He smiled at the knowledge that you trusted him this much, gently starting to move his fingers a little bit faster inside of you and watching as your eyes fluttered back into your head in pleasure rather than in pain.
“Is it feelin’ good?”
“Oh, it feels so good!” You moaned, laying your head on the bed and lightly squirming. “Ah, it feels so good!” Your voice almost broke as he curled his fingers inside of you, earning another sweet moan from you that made the precum bead up on his cock and get on the sheets as he lightly grinded himself against the mattress. Atsumu wasn’t private about the fact that he had always liked to hump— whether it be gently grinding himself against your leg during heated make out sessions, trying to make himself cum when he was alone on his bed just like this, or even humping his pillow when he was horny, and shockingly to him, you had seemed to like it when he rubbed against you. “Oh, Atsumu!” You moaned out. “Will you, um…” You broke your words with a soft moan as he looked back up at you. “Will you just come put it in me already?” His cheeks flushed bright red as he looked back at you.
“But, yer still so tight—” He said, trying to get you more prepared.
“I’m always gonna be this tight tonight,” you said. “Just… please.” You said, looking down at the man with a look in your eyes you knew he couldn’t say no to. “Please, ‘Tsumu— I want you.” You begged the man. “I want you so bad. I wanna feel you already. I’ll be fine, just please. Come put it in me, ‘Tsumu.” Almost reluctantly, he nodded.
“Okay. But if ya want me to stop and go back to fingerin’ ya, tell me.” You nodded and gave a soft promise beneath your breath as he sat up on his knees and pulled his fingers out of you slowly. He rubbed his fingers off on the edge of the towel beneath you and reached for the condom. He opened it, though hesitating when he took it out. “Do ya want to put it on me?” You nodded and sat up a bit, taking the condom from his warm fingers and reaching for his shaft. Slowly, you rolled the condom onto his awaiting cock, making the man give a little hum.
Atsumu grabbed the bottle of lube, this time putting more onto his hands than before and setting it aside before rubbing it along his cock over the condom he wore. The condom was snug against him, nearly making him throb more inside of it as he quickly went to wipe the excess lube off of his hands and gently brought your legs around his waist.
“Are ya ready?” You nodded, glancing down as Atsumu carefully aligned himself with your entrance. You winced in anticipation, though squeezing your eyes shut when he slowly started to push himself inside of you. A sound out of pain came from you, making him abruptly stop as he looked at you. “Are ya okay?” You nodded again quickly, too quickly for his liking. “I don’t wanna hurt ya— I think we should wait longer,” he said, but you shook your head.
“No, no— please,” you begged, opening your eyes to look at his worried face. “Please don’t stop. Just go slow, please.” Gently, he nodded. “Okay, you can move again.” He was almost hesitant as he started to push himself inside of you again, this time even slower than before, and yet making you give another pained sound out no matter how careful he was. Atsumu felt bad, like he should stop, and yet he knew he’d only get your begging and that damned look he couldn’t say no to again.
Atsumu was so worried about you that he almost missed how good it felt to be inside of you. He gave a soft moan as you clenched tight around him, watching your eyebrows stay furrowed inwards in pain as he slowly nudged himself inside of you, not wanting to hurt you but not wanting to stop. As ready as he was to stop the second you told him to, he had to admit that he didn’t want to. That as he thought about it, how warm you were around his tip and shaft only made the man twitch inside of you that earned the first soft moan from you that wasn’t in pain since he’d put himself inside of you.
He couldn’t help but repeat simple words to himself as a reminder as he slowly leaned over you. “Just go slow. Just go slow. Just go slow” as if it was a mantra, trying his hardest not to hurt you anymore than necessary. Finally, Atsumu was all of the way inside of you. He stopped, twitching inside of you as he stretched you out and felt his hips press to yours. You looked at the man with flushed cheeks and watery eyes that made him feel bad.
“Are ya okay?” He asked you again, unable to stop the words from falling past his lips, though his care for your wellbeing only seemed to make the moment better as you smiled lightly and nodded at him.
“I’m okay.”
“I’ll wait as long as ya want, alright?” He promised, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Just tell me when yer ready to go— but only when yer really ready. Don’t rush yerself for my sake.” You nodded and mumbled a soft promise as he reached up and cupped your cheek in his hand. His heart sped up as you closed your eyes and nuzzled your head against his hand almost immediately.
Things were quiet. Peaceful. Truthfully, he didn’t mind this— laying here with you, all the way inside of you, just enjoying the moment. He always knew his first time with you was going to be taken slow because both of you were new to this, but he didn’t think he was going to enjoy it as much as he did. He was finding pleasure in every little clench you gave around him even as he didn’t move, enjoying how warm you were around his shaft. He found it hard to care about even moving now, instead comfortably resting on top of you and leaning in to kiss your neck.
With a quiet hum, you laid your head back on the bed, swallowing hard as he kissed slowly down your skin. Your hands grasped at his shoulders now that he was so close, gently tracing along his back muscles with your fingers before speaking a few seconds later.
“Okay, I think I’m ready.” He nodded softly, pushing himself up a little bit to look down at you.
“Just tell me if it’s too much.” You nodded as the man gently started to move his hips. He watched your eyebrows furrow in as you gave a wince and a soft grunt, but you didn’t tell him to stop. Slowly, he moved again, watching you give a shaky exhale, but he couldn’t tell if it was in pain or pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” you said, and he hadn’t even realized that he had done just that until you spoke. He gently continued to move, his hips brushing against yours with every slow movement he made inside of you. You kept your eyes shut tight, hands holding almost painfully onto his shoulders, but he could have cared less as he watched you to make sure that you didn’t want him to stop. He gave soft sounds, though listening to your own carefully. “Mmm, ‘Tsumu,” you moaned out, sounding less pained than before. “Fuck, you’re so big,” you mumbled out, your eyebrows looking less tense for the first time. “You can go a little bit faster if you want to.”
“Are ya sure?”
“I want you to.”
He did what you asked, carefully starting to move himself a little bit more inside of you. While at first you gave a pained whimper, you slowly started to moan again, nails digging into his shoulders as you laid your head back while he closed his eyes and rested his head against your shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to your skin, slowly licking along your collarbone as you moaned and made the man twitch inside of you yet again.
You didn’t think when you first thought about just how big of a dick your boyfriend had that it could feel this good so fast, but as he started to move a little bit more inside of you, you couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure. You didn’t want it to hurt, wanting to wait longer for him to move faster, but then again, you wanted him to move faster, to slam himself inside of you. To make you want to scream his name and to make you reach an orgasm that you were craving around him. After his fingers left you, you’d been aching to cum, aching to feel that orgasm.
“’Tsumu,” you moaned, catching the mans attention as you moaned out his name and made his heart thump hard in his chest. “Fuck, it feels good!”
“Yer feelin’ good?” He asked excitedly.
“Ah, it feels really good with you inside of me,” you moaned out, lightly squirming beneath him before peeking your eyes open and looking up into his own. “Will you go faster? Please.” He nodded, shifting on top of you so that he could more easily move inside of you, making you give another moan as you curled your toes on the bed.
“What else do ya want from me?” He asked, giving a soft grunt as he moved inside of your tight pussy.
“Uh, kiss my neck?” You asked, watching as the man was quick to nod before he leaned down and enclosed his mouth around the soft skin of your neck and lightly sucked and kissed along your skin, making you clench around him again in pleasure. “Ah, just like that. Does it feel okay for you, too? Do you need to go faster?”
“It feels so good, baby.” He mumbled, kissing your neck again quickly afterwards. “I’ll go faster when you want me to.” You chewed on the inside of your lip, assuming you were far done tearing the hymen by now and relaxing back against the bed.
“Okay, go faster.” You said through a pant. “I’m ready for it, it feels good. Go a little faster.” He nodded, kissing your neck gently as he started to move his hips more against yours. You were giving a consistent stream of moans, but this time you didn’t sound like you were in pain, letting Atsumu enjoy the moment as he had to worry less. You listened to the bed creak, wondering how bad of an idea it was to be having sex on a bunk bed, though you couldn’t ask him to stop because of your worries. You tightened your legs around his waist and moaned out again, drawing your moan out sweetly and making the man throb inside of you as his pelvis grinded against your clit with almost every deep thrust inside of you. “Fuck, ‘Tsumu— just like that!”
His tongue slid slowly along your neck as panting moans left the man who tried to keep a steady pace inside of you, carefully reaching for one of your hands and sliding his fingers between yours. He held your hand down on the bed with his own, giving it a light squeeze as he sucked on your neck and made you give a moan of his name out again.
“O-oh, fuck! I think I’m gonna cum!” You said, listening to the man give a soft hum.
“So cum baby, I’ll cum with you.” He promised, kissing just below your jaw before leaning up and finally kissing your lips. “Just give me a few thrusts, I’ll cum with you.” He promised. You gave a shaky nod and kissed the man again, trying to hold back the urge to cum as you curled your toes that bumped against the planks overhead several times as he thrusted inside of you, but you couldn’t care as the orgasm got closer to you with every thrust.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You said, breaking the kiss. “I can’t wait, ‘Tsumu— I’m gonna cum!”
“It’s okay, baby.” He said, kissing your cheeks a few times. “Just cum, baby. Cum around me.” As if on command, you could feel yourself come undone, back arching up against Atsumu as you gushed out around his cock, though not stopping immediately as he continued to thrust inside of you. You damn near screamed, having not experienced something that felt this good— ever. Atsumu finally slowed to a stop when he reached his own orgasm inside of the condom, his hips hitting yours one final time and making you clench around him as his body pressed to your clit.
Both of you were panting as you held each other close, slowly coming down from your mutual highs and catching your breath together. Atsumu gave a soft hum, carefully starting to slide himself out of you and earning a quiet whine in return from you. He rubbed his eyes, giving a little yawn while you kept your eyes closed.
Slowly, your boyfriend sat up, careful not to hit his head on the bed and started to take the condom he wore off of his cock. He leaned back, throwing it in the trashcan by the nightstand for now, making a mental note to try and not forget that it was there so he could throw it away before Osamu got home tomorrow. He sniffled, looking back at you while you yawned and watched as you rested your forearm over your eyes.
“Ya don’t regret it at all, do ya?” He asked quietly, watching as you quickly shook your head.
“Not at all. It was amazing.” You yawned again, stretching your sore arms out over your head. Atsumu watched as your breasts jiggled along with your movements before he looked back to your face.
“We should shower. Do ya wanna do it together?” You nodded, though quickly speaking.
“Not yet though.” You said, nuzzling cutely against his pillow and making the man smile. Things were silent for a moment before you met the mans gaze and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Wanna go again?” Atsumu couldn’t help but lick his lips and nod.
“So bad.”
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Braking up and making up with them
- Atsumu Miya x Reader/Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader
- SFW
Atsumu Miya
💝 It only takes you going to one of the MSBY Jackal games, for everything to start all over again.
💝 He spots you, sitting on the benches, your eyes on him— and sudenly, all his demeanor changes.
💝You've broken up when both of you were almost out of college. Not because you ran out of love, or chemistry, or didn't want to be together, but around that time neither of you had a stable life yet— with Atsumu still deciding how to continue his volleyball career, and you not knowing what to do after graduation. So one day, it happened. It was time to continue down different roads, alone.
💝 He doesn't approaches you after that game, but you do get a text the morning after. A casual "good to see you" that its followed by some light conversation, and ends up with Atsumu telling you how nice you looked, only to delete the text a couple of seconds later. It's so adorable that you could cry.
💝You go to the next game too, and this time Osamu catches you near the exit to talk for a bit, while continuously turning to look behind him. As if on cue, Atsumu comes running towards the two of you some minutes later, flushed and still sweaty. "What a coincidence!" he says, smiling brightly. You think it's cute they're still so bad at this.
💝The catching up ends up with going to have some coffee, only for Osamu to mysteriously disappear as soon as you chose a table.
💝 Atsumu's questions for you are simple at first, the usual 'How've you been' and 'What's new' to break the ice. Two cups later he's leaning towards you, his hands dangerously close to yours and his eyes following your every movement. He wants to know what you've done during the time you two haven't seen each other, if you're still living in the same place, what are you working on, if your mom still makes the same food for Christmas, if your cat Lancelot still likes to chase his tail and, of course, if you're single.
💝 The last question comes when you're at your door already, a hand on the knob and your bottom lip between your teeth.
"I am, yeah" you whisper to him "Too much work and all that"
It's a lie. The reason is that you can't seem to find someone that makes you feel like him.
He hums, scratching the back of his neck, and taking a step towards you, only to move back immediately after "Yeah, yeah. Same for me"
"Good"
"Great"
"So... see you around?"
You nod, and watch him slowly descend down the stairs before closing your door.
💝 Around ends up being four minutes later, when you open the door to him again, and this time he doesn't hesitates in taking your face in his hands and kissing you.
💝You don't say much else, as you stumble to the room and end up on the kitchen counter, because sudenly the bedroom is too far away. You make love quick, in a hurry, as if you simultaneously can't get enough but also don't feel like you have too much time.
💝 He takes you in his arms to have a second round later, this time managing to reach the bed. And when you feel like you're floating and are still coming down from the high, you look at the clock and notice is well past midnight.
💝 Atsumu does the exact same thing he used to do when you two were together, and it does something to your heart how he turns off the light without even having to look and turns around to spoon you, because he knows you love it.
💝 In the morning, you wake up only to find him staring at you, his arms still around your body.
"Let me talk, alright?" he says, weting his lips "And then ya can just kick me out if ya want to"
"It's okay"
" Look, I never stopped lovin' ya. That's it. I said it. I'm single because how the hell am I goin' to land someone like ya again? I don't want anyone else. I can settle for being alone and focusin' on volleyball if I can't have ya" he takes a long breath, and you encourage him by squeezing his hand "And I was gonna do just that because I didn't knew what ya were up to or if ya had someone else, but then ya sudenly come to one of my games and what am I supposed to do? The woman I haven't stopped thinkin' 'bout is there again. I had to do somethin'"
"Yeah, make your brother distract me so you can go have some coffee with me"
He shrugs, snickering "He really want us to get back together. Says I'm less annoyin' with ya. Wich is totally no pression at all, and I get if ya don't want to. At least yesterday served as a reminder that the sex is still the best"
💝 You silence him with a kiss, and after breakfast, you both decide to not count the time you've spent apart.
Sakusa Kiyoomi
💝You break up after a horrible fight neither of you seems to want to address. You're tired, and too proud, and you know he's upset and probably angrier than you, since you tend to lash out and hurt the other when you're upset. And so he watches you gather your stuff and leave his appartment without looking back.
💝 You're reunited months later, on Komori's birthday. He calls you to invite you a couple of days before the party, practically begging you and asking you if you need him to get on his knees for you to go. He'll do anything. You're his friend, and he misses you, and he wants you there.
💝 He cannot promise you that Kiyoomi won't be there, but with his disdain for places with too many people, there's a high chance for you not to actually run into him. Komori's planning to invite many friends, after all.
💝 You end up saying yes, because you really like Komori, and when the day arrives you go to his apartment looking fabulous, because you know that even if Kiyoomi doesn't likes when there's too much people, there's still a small chance for him to be there.
💝 And he his, in a corner, drinking from a glass of wine and looking straight at you as you pass through the door.
"I'm sorry" Komori apologizes, even tho he doesn't looks sorry at all "He decided to come, it seems"
"It's fine. Really. We're both mature grown ups"
💝 Kiyoomi might be. You're not. And so you spend the entire party drinking wine and laughing too much at jokes that are not really funny. His eyes are always on you, and at least you know that all your act does manages to catch his attention. The only problem is, that by the end of the night, you're totally wasted.
"Be careful" he says, appearing by your side to grab you by the elbow.
You scoff, trying to break free. There's only a couple of people left around, and Komori seems to be conveniently absent "I'm okay"
"You've had too much to drink, obviously"
"I did not!" you argue. Kiyoomi arches a brow at you.
"Yes you did. I've been watching you irresponsibly drink cup after cup"
You smile, not noticing he's helping you get on the back seat of his car "So you have been looking at me!"
💝 He doesn't says anything else, and drives you in silence to his house. You doze off, and occasionally wake up to find him staring at you through the rear view mirror.
💝 When you open your eyes again, he's tucking you in his bed. Your hair is down, and you don't have your shoes on. His pillow smells like you remember. Like him.
"Can you please stay with me?" you ask him, and he stares at you without saying anything for a couple of seconds, before giving you a curt nod and disappearing into the bathroom. You're asleep already when he slides under the covers with you.
💝 Saying you wake up with a pounding headache and feeling incredibly embarrassed, it's putting it lightly. You watch Kiyoomi make some coffee for the two of you, eyes downcast, all the time thinking about anything you could say.
"Thank you for taking care of me" you finally decide on, and he nods and hands you a steaming mug. You only take a sip "I wouldn't have been able to drive like this"
"I realized that, yes"
"You didn't had to, tho" you add, and Kiyoomi sighs and brushes his head away from his eyes with his hand.
"Actually, I believe I did had to, yes"
"What?"
"I also believe Komori might have done this on purpose"
You frown, leaving the cup on the counter "What thing on purpose?"
"He wanted us to come back home together, because he wants that we fix things between us"
"Back home?" you say, laughing quietly "But this is your appartment"
When you dont hear him say anything more, your eyes snap back to him. He's watching you intently "This is still your home"
💝 You take a look around, at the pictures of you still sting on the shelf, at your coat on the same place you left it on the coat rack near the door. The mug in front of you is the one where you used to have your coffee every morning, and you remember having slept in a room where one of your favorite books still rests on the bedside table. You thought you took all your stuff, but you didn't. You left a lot behind, including Kiyoomi.
💝 You're the first one to address the fight, because how can you not when you're there, breathing in the same space that your ex, after a night where he was so considerate with you. Kiyoomi listens to you, noding in silence, and when it's his turn to talk, you're surprised at how his hands slides towards you over the counter, palm up. You place your hand on top.
"This is your home" he says again, his eyes tracing your face with a fondness you had almost forgotten by now "It never stopped being your home. Not even after you left"
"Kiyoomi..."
"I should have said anything, back then" he admits, clearing his throat "Anything to make you stay. And I do apologize. For letting pride get in the way"
"We both let pride get in the way"
"But I was the one watching you walk away. I should have stopped you by the door, make you come inside again. Where you belong. With me" he says, the last part only a soft whisper.
💝You joke about how he can still do that, and ask him if he wants you to take your purse and leave so he can try chasing you. He laughs, and asks you to take a bath and change into some stuff he made Komori bring for you while you were sleeping, since he was the one that planned the whole thing in the beginning.
💝 You tell him that you'll only shower if he joins you.
💝 He agrees.
🧣 RED Love Story Collection
Part XIX - Next is Babe
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pairing: atsumu miya x gn!reader
w/c: 1280+
warnings: self-hatred, crying, this may be triggering to those who undergo the same condition so please read with discretion. please let me know if i missed anything
genre: reverse hurt/comfort, friends to lovers type beat
summary: atsumu needs to know if there’s anyone out there who doesn’t hate him like himself.
a/n: i know im not scheduled to post today but i wanted to have this out alr. kind of a shitpost but i like how it turned out. this is lowkey based on myself and my experiences with some family and friends. please message me if you ever need to talk, im here to listen.
It was no secret to Atsumu that he wasn’t anyone's favorite.
It became clear to him when he was a child. All the kids wanted to play with Osamu or his cousins only wanted to play with Osamu and his little sister. Sometimes, the impatience his parents had for him seeped into the air and he could just feel it. Nothing even had to be said. The looks on their faces, the clicking of their tongues, he already knew.
Well into his teenage years, not a single thing had changed. His parents showed a subtle favoritism to Osamu and his sister. He was never invited to anything but Osamu was. It broke him a little. Now that he was older, Atsumu could really see why.
Osamu got better grades despite being in the same classes, could control his temper, knew when to speak and what to say, and was a promising athlete. Atsumu had a harder time learning, was very emotional, said the wrong things at the wrong times, and he was also promising but he wanted to be better than all of that.
Despite his cocky demeanor, Atsumu was quite insecure. He never trusted himself to speak after someone yelled at him because it ‘wasn’t his story to tell’ or ‘stupid.’ He hated himself for being the way he was and that he wasn’t strong enough to fully change. He hated himself for being a burden for seemingly everyone. Atsumu stopped fighting Osamu for a while because he didn’t want Kita and Aran to deal with it again. He stopped yelling as loud, trying to be less annoying. He tried studying harder just to keep his grades up.
The turned quietness of the boy frightened almost everyone.
His dad attempted to have a heart-to-heart with him and it was sweet and all but Atsumu didn’t believe a single word out of his mouth. Especially when his dad ended it with an “I love you.” Atsumu couldn’t help but think he was only lying. So he didn’t return one.
You showed up to his room not long after. You missed Atsumu. The one you were supposed to see everyday for school and even packed an extra lunch for. You figured you haven’t seen him around because of volleyball and stuff but when his mom called you to talk to him, you thought it was something much more serious.
When he laid eyes on you, he was a little surprised. It felt like forever.
“Oh, Y/N, Osamu isn’t here right-”
“I’m not here for Osamu, stupid. I’m here for you,” you claim.
“Sorry. I just assumed…”
“What? That I enjoy Osamu’s company better?” you quip, teasingly.
“Kind of.”
You frown at his admittance.
“I just wanted to check on you. Something’s been off recently.”
“Everything’s good, Y/N. Thanks for stopping by.”
You can see right through it. That fake smile he puts on his face, the sheepish rubbing of his elbow, the slight puffiness of his eyes.
“Do you want to go do something? Something fun? Hmm?” you raise your eyebrows at him, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
“It’s ok, Y/N. I’m sure you don’t… uh I don’t really feel like it right now.”
“Oh, ok.”
You can’t help but notice that his eyes don’t burn as bright as they used to.
Before he closes the door on you, you tell him one more thing.
“I’m always here for you, ok? If you need to talk or something like that. I’m here, you know?”
He pauses for a second before motioning for you to enter his room. You stand in the middle of it, right by his bed. He takes a seat on the bed, bent forward, putting his elbows on his knees and face in hands.
“Y/N. I want you to be honest with me, ok?”
“Ok, Atsumu.”
“Do you… do you like me?”
“Wha-”
“I don’t mean it in a sense of romance but a sense of friendship, of me as a person. Because, God, I don’t think I can live another day without knowing. Knowing there’s at least one person out there who can just stand me. Knowing I don’t burder at least one, just one person.”
“Atsumu-”
“Please. Please,” he begs.
“Atsumu. I wholeheartedly love you. What are you going on about?”
He’s crying now.
“Do you mean it?”
“I would never lie.”
You go to him, reaching for his face. When you gently grasp it, he looks at you slowly.
“I needed to know, Y/N. Or else I would’ve - I-”
“Shhh, it’s ok, Atsumu. I love you, ok? I love you, I love you, I love you. And I would say it a thousand times over if that’s what you need to hear. I’ve loved you then and I love you now and will love you forever. I mean it. You’re not a burden.”
He hugs you so tight and buries his face in your sweater, sobbing. It hurts you so bad to see him like this. You can’t fathom what he’s been going through and for how long? How long has he been thinking these things? How long have you just been standing there?
Your hands are in his hair now, trying to soothe him but he’s still sobbing. You lean down to whisper in his ear.
“Remember when we went to the beach over summer? I had the best time with you. Or even when we just hung around in my room? I had the best time with you. Not because what we did was fun, I can’t even remember what we did. No. It was because I was with you. You, Atsumu. My favorite person on Earth.”
Atsumu just looks at you in disbelief.
“Believe me.”
He offers a small nod. You cup his face and he can’t help but sink deeper in your hold. When you move to leave, he grabs your wrists and puts them back on his cheeks.
“Please stay a little longer,” he asks.
You shove him over so he lays down.
“Scoot over, I’m tired.”
After getting under the blanket and getting comfy next to Atsumu, you just look at him. And then he looks at you.
“Thank you for today. And everyday,” he says.
“Don’t thank me for it.”
“But I want to. So, thank you,” he tells you while fixing some stray strands of hair away from your face. You close your eyes at the feeling, smiling stupidly at him. He’s still brushing his hands through your hair for a while in silence. When you open your eyes, you’re glad to see his tears are gone. Atsumu only stares at you.
“Thank you,” he repeats.
“You said that already.”
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
You’re shocked at the sudden request but he’s already cupping your jaw and getting closer to your face. When your noses are touching, he looks so deeply in your eyes and still waits for your cue. You nod. And he kisses you, eyes closed and everything. It’s soft and sweet, just like you imagined. Short, too.
Atsumu rests his forehead on yours, eyes still closed, his hand still on you.
“I love you, too, Y/N.”
For the rest of the day, you lay with him. You both sleep in each other’s embrace. You spend some time whispering things to him, like what you love about him and how you’re sorry you hadn’t told him earlier. You encourage him to be himself again. When you both get out of bed, you bring him on a walk. You guys used to do that all the time. The only difference now is that you’re holding hands and you know about the true struggles of Atsumu Miya.
a/n: again, please message me if you ever need to talk. my messages are open to anyone.
#atsumu miya#atsumu x gn!reader#atsumu angst#atsumu fluff#atsumu scenarios#atsumu imagines#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios
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what’s my name? [daddy]
Stepdad Osamu x Cis!Fem reader
WARNINGS: cheating, pseudoincest (stepdad/daughter), spanking, age gap (Osamu’s in his thirties and reader is freshly 18), daddy kink, spit kink, breeding kink
2.8k words. unbeta’d and vaguely edited
part one || part two || part three
“I can walk,” you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder. It’s your last year of high school, you’re an adult now, freshly eighteen, you can walk yourself to school, damn it.
“Let me drive ya,” Osamu says, grabbing the keys to his car. “Ya won’t let me make ya lunch anymore, let me at least drive ya to school. We can stop and get breakfast.”
“I can walk, Osamu,” you say, glaring at the older man.
Osamu stops dead in his tracks. “What was that? What did ya just call me?”
You scoff, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “You’re not my dad and I’m not a kid anymore.”
You grab the door handle but before you can open it, Osamu has you spun around, facing him. His face is dark and the grip he has on your wrist is bruising.
“O-Osamu, you’re hurting me,” you whimper, trying, and failing, to pull your wrist from his iron grip.
“There ya go again,” he says. He tuts and shakes his head. “Go sit on the couch. I have to make a few calls real quick.”
His tone leaves no room for argument, so you walk across the living room with all the shame of a scolded puppy.
Osamu is already speaking by the time you sit on the soft couch.
“Hi, this is Miya Osamu, Hanamiya Y/n’s father. She’s feeling a little under the weather today, so she won’t be able to make it in.” Osamu says. He pauses for a moment. “I’ll be around to pick her work up sometimes this afternoon, thank ya. Ya have a good day.”
Before you can speak, Osamu is calling another number.
“Hey, it’s Osamu. Y/n is sick today, so I need ya to watch over the restaurant. Call if there’s an emergency,” Osamu says. He hangs up quickly, and dials yet another number. “Hey, {mother’s name}, Y/n is feeling a bit bad so I’m going to stay home with her today.” He pauses. “It’s no problem, stay at work. If she gets worse I’ll take her to the doctor.” You can barely hear your mother on the other side of the phone, but you hear her small ‘I love you’. “Yeah, I’ll see ya after work.”
Hearing him so clearly dismiss your mother has you seething. You almost want to throw something at him as he hangs up.
“You’re such a dick,” you say as he walks towards you. “You don’t care about her at all. Fuck you.”
Osamu laughs as he sits in the chair next to the couch you’re on. “Fuck me? Oh, no, little girl. I’m gonna make ya regret those words. Come here.”
“Fuck you,” you repeat, crossing your arms.
“I’ll give ya until the count of three,” Osamu says. “One.” You don’t move. His face darkens. “Two. I’m not kidding, little girl. Come here. Now.”
His voice is more serious than you’ve ever heard it. A shiver runs up your spine as you stand without a second thought. You take a few steps until you’re standing directly in front of him.
“Good girl,” he praises. The words roll off his tongue like honey, and, unwittingly, your pussy throbs. “Now, bend over my lap.”
You nearly laugh. “No way, there’s no way. I’m not a child.”
“One.”
You’re bent over his lap before he gets to two.
“See, ya can listen,” Osamu says. His hand runs over your too short school skirt, flattening it down.
Your cheeks burn with humiliation. You can’t remember the last time anyone had you bent over their lap, much less Osamu, who preferred other punishments.
“Osamu, please, I’m sorry,” you whisper.
He lands a heavy hit across your ass, his large hand catching both cheeks.
You let out a loud cry as you jerk forward.
“That again,” Osamu says, shaking his head. “Ya know that hurts my feelings, little girl? Calling me by my name? Like I didn’t raise ya. Now, tell me why ya decided to hurt daddy’s feelings like that?”
Tears burn at your eyes. “I-I hate you!” You cry, tears spilling down your cheeks.
Osamu tuts and lands another heavy handed slap on your ass. “And why is that, little girl? Tell daddy what’s wrong.” He rubs your burning bum soothingly.
“Y-you’re mean to mom!” You sob. “An-and I hate you for it, Miya Osamu!”
Two consecutive slaps land on either cheek and you hiccup a sob.
“That’s where yer wrong, baby girl,” Osamu says, once again rubbing soothing circles on your bum. “Me an’ yer mom had an agreement. It’s not my fault if she gets her feelin’s hurt. She hasn’t said anything to me about it.”
You open your mouth to speak but cry out instead as Osamu spanks you three more times in quick succession.
“An’ anyway, that’s adult business,” Osamu adds. “No place for a little girl’s nose.”
“Osamu, it hurts,” you whine, squirming around on his lap. You freeze when you feel something hard poking against your stomach.
“There we go again,” Osamu sighs. He spanks you no less than five times, each harder than the last. Your body shakes from your sobs.
“Daddy, please!” You cry, tears and snot covering your face. “Please, I’m sorry!”
“There we go,” Osamu says, smiling widely. “That’s my good girl. What’s my name, again, sweetheart?”
“Daddy,” you whimper, sniffling. You rub your face with your sleeve as Osamu rearranges your body so you’re straddling his thighs.
“Daddy’s sorry for spanking ya, sweetheart. I know how my little girl gets sometimes,” he says, hugging you to his broad chest. “Ya get so bratty, daddy just can’t help himself.”
“‘m sorry, daddy,” you sniffle. You can’t help be be acutely aware of Osamu’s hard erection pressing against your sore ass. “D-Daddy, your...”
“What is it, baby girl?” Osamu asks, gently pulling you down, pressing his cock further into your plush ass.
You hiss in pain. “It-it hurts,” you moan.
Truth be told, it hurt so good. Each slap against your ass had your pussy clenching around nothing and now that you knew Osamu was clearly turned on... well it was making your heart beat faster.
“Want daddy to make ya feel better?” Osamu asks. He thrusts his hips smoothly, grinding his cock against your pussy.
You think about your mom. How heartbroken she would be if she found out about this and how your relationship would never be the same.
Osamu’s lips attach to the base of your neck and thoughts of your mother melt away.
“Daddy,” you moan, rolling your hips to feel more of him. “Daddy, please, I wanna feel better.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Osamu mumbled against your skin. “Daddy’s gonna make ya feel better, okay? Daddy’s gonna make everything better.”
Osamu lifts you easily. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he carries you to your room. You try not to think of the bedroom right across from yours that he shares with your mother.
Osamu tosses you on your bed and you immediately reach out for him.
“Wan’ you,” you whine, your hands grabbing at nothing.
Osamu pulls his shirt off and tosses it across the room before climbing on top of you.
“My little girl is so needy for daddy’s cock, eh?” Osamu asks, rocking his hips against yours. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair.
“Daddy, want your cock so bad,” you moan. He pulls back, drawing a long whine from your lips.
“Stop whining,” he orders. Long fingers come up to your shirt buttons, nimble as they unbutton each pearly white button, exposing the peach-coloured bra you were wearing.
Your cheeks burn, suddenly wishing you’d chosen matching underwear this morning, or at least something more mature.
“So cute,” Osamu coos, throwing your shirt away. “Yer so adorable, baby girl.” Osamu pushes your bra up over your breasts and leans down. He gently takes your left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it as he teases the other with his fingers.
���Daddy,” you moan, clenching your fingers in his hair. He pinches your nipple and grazes his teeth over the other.
“Cute little nipples,” he mumbles, leaning up and tugging on both nipples one last time. He presses a kiss between your breasts and trailed down, leaving soft kisses down your stomach until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He looks up at you.
You nod. “Please, daddy. I-I want you.” Osamu makes quick work of your skirt and pink panties.
He kneels between your legs, spreading them wide. “Look at ya, such a pretty pussy.”
Osamu arranged your bodies until he was comfortably facing your cunt. “I could just eat ya up, baby girl.”
“Daddy, I want you to touch me, please!” You cry as he teasingly runs his fingers through your wet folds.
“I am, baby,” he says, smirking wickedly.
“More! Want you to really touch me, daddy!” You say, impatiently bucking your hips up against his hand.
“Settle down, baby,” Osamu says, pushing your hips against the bed with his free hand. “Daddy’ll make ya feel real good, darlin’.”
Before you could say anything, Osamu rubs his thumb in a circle over your clit. Your words get lost in a moan. Your head falls back against your pillow as Osamu leans down. He presses a soft kiss against your inner thigh before wrapping his lips around your clit.
“Samu!” You cry, back arching off the bed as he inserted a single, long finger in your cunt, all the while suckling at your clit.
He landed a sharp slap to your thigh without pulling away. He adds another finger roughly.
“What’s my name, little girl?” He asks. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly.
“Daddy,” you whimper as he licks deep into your cunt.
“Good girl,” he praises before leaning back down. He scissors his fingers, slowly stretching your walls. He ate you out in earnest, switching between slurping up your juices and suckling on your clit.
“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, gripping the sheets below you.
“Cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Osamu says, pulling his fingers out. He rubs figure-8s over your clit and fucks his tongue in and out of your throbbing heat.
“Daddy!” You cry as your orgasm hits you. You cum hard, juices squirting on Osamu's face. He continues rubbing your clit until you start squirming from overstimulation. When he looks up at you, his eyes are dark and his chin is covered with your cum.
“Tastes so good, baby girl,” he says, crawling over you. He grabs your chin and kisses you roughly, not even letting you attempt a fight for dominance.
The taste of yourself on his lips has you thrusting your hips up, eager for more.
“So impatient,” Osamu tuts. He grabs your chin again. “So you’ll take anything daddy gives ya, right, baby girl?”
You nod, desperately waiting for something, anything.
“Open yer mouth,” he orders. Your mouth falls open without a second thought.
You can see Osamu gathering spit in his mouth and you let your tongue loll out in excitement.
“My baby is so desperate,” Osamu coos. “Ya want daddy’s spit that bad, baby?”
You let out a pitiful whine and squeeze his forearm.
You moan when his spit finally hits your tongue. Your eyes close as you savour it for just a moment before swallowing.
“That’s my good girl, swallowing before I even tell ya too,” Osamu praises. “Tell me what ya want, sweetie.”
“I wan’ you,” you whine. You tangle your fingers in the back of his hair and pull him into a brutal, sloppy kiss. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”
Osamu pulls away from you, breathing heavily, lips swollen and eyes dark. He quickly kicks his sweat pants down and off the bed.
“Come on, use yer words,” he says. “What do ya really want, baby?” He uses one hand to trace his cock along your slit, teasing your clit and clenching hole.
“Want your cock in me, daddy,” you say, hooking your right leg around his waist, pulling his hips down to meet yours. “Please, I want it so bad.”
You bite your lip as your eyes burn.
“Aw, is baby gonna cry for daddy’s cock?” Osamu teases. He pushes the fat head of his cock past your folds. You moan loudly.
“Please,” you moan. “Want more.”
Osamu pulls your right leg up and over his shoulder and inches his cock in your wet heat. He moans lowly.
“So fuckin’ tight, baby girl,” he says. Your eyes water as his fat cock burns as he slowly stretches your walls out. “Fuck, look how well yer taking me, baby.”
You glance down to where your skin melds together. You let out a low whine once you realise he’s barely halfway in.
“More, more,” you whimper, rolling your hips up. Every movement has him hitting another spot in you that has you clenching around him.
“Gonna take it all? Gonna be my good girl and take my cock?” He grunts as he pushes deeper. By the time he bottoms out, the head of his cock is pressing against your cervix and your thighs are shaking from the stretch.
“Oh, daddy,” you sigh as he stills. He’s stretching you in a way no one has before, and the burn just adds to the pleasure.
“Yer so fuckin’ full of me,” Osamu says, marvelling at the bulge in your lower stomach. He presses down on it lightly. He moans. “Gonna fill ya up real good, baby. Gonna make ya swollen with my seed.”
“Move,” you moan. “Want you to fill me up, daddy.”
Osamu pulls out slowly. He tosses your other leg over his shoulder and grabs your hips tightly.
“Oh, baby, yer not ready for me,” Osamu smirks. Before you can ask what he means, his hips pound against your ass, his cock going even deeper than before. A moan rips from your lips.
“Daddy!” You call, digging your nails into his shoulders.
Osamu doesn’t slow as his fingers meet your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small circles. Your walls clench around him as your first orgasm hits you suddenly.
“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on daddy’s cock,” Osamu says. His hips and fingers don’t slow down as you gush around his cock. His pace seems that much more brutal with your overstimulation.
“Hurts,” you choke out. Your thighs tremble as Osamu continues his bruising pace.
“You can take it, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “Yer such a good girl for me, darling.”
Tears roll down your cheeks as another orgasm racks your body.
Osamu’s eyes roll back as your walls milk his cock.
“Good girl,” Osamu rumbled. “Creaming around my cock so well.”
You cry as Osamu speeds up.
“S-so good, daddy,” you sob as he grabs your legs and spreads them wide. You cry harder as he fucks into your cervix. “Fill me up, please, daddy! Want you to breed me!”
“‘m gonna fuck ya so full of my cum,” Osamu grunts, pounding into you slower and deeper. “Gonna knock ya up. Ya want daddy to get you pregnant, huh? Wanna be swollen with daddy’s seed?” You nearly bite your tongue nodding.
“Want your cum, daddy,” you whine as your legs start to ache. A high-pitched whine fills the room as you cum yet again.
“Fuck,” Osamu swears, his pace speeding up again. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”
His cock twitches inside you.
“Please, daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, breed me! Want your baby. Want your cum, need your cum! Please, fill me up, daddy!” You babble uncontrollably as Osamu’s hips stutter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu moans as he paints your insides white.
One last orgasm hits you as you milk his cock.
“Daddy,” you breathe as his cum fills you up. “So good.”
“Yer such a good girl, sweetheart,” Osamu says. He pulls out slowly.
“No, no,” you whine, clenching around nothing. “Want you to stay in me. Don’t wanna lose daddy’s cum.”
“It’s okay, baby, daddy’ll fill ya up over and over again,” Osamu says. He moves until his arms are wrapped tightly around you and you’re laid across his chest.
He hums with satisfaction as you trace your fingers across his chest.
“Ya were such a good girl, darling. Took my cock so well,” Osamu praised. “Yer daddy’s best girl.”
“Better than your other girls?” You ask.
“Yer the only girl I care about, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “I love ya, little girl.”
“I love you, too, daddy,” you mumble. You yawn.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep, baby,” Osamu says. He easily carries you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub as he starts the water.
You frown as you catch sight of your mother’s robe and reality hits you.
“Oh, god,” you whisper. You look down at Osamu’s cum leaking out all over your thighs. “Oh my god.”
“What is it, sweetie?” Osamu asks.
“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, covering your mouth. “Mom’s gonna hate me.”
Oh, she’s really going to hate you in three months, when a small bump forms between your hips and you refuse to admit who the father is. Osamu’s smug face whenever it’s mentioned doesn’t miss you.
#miya osamu smut#miya osamu#miya osamu x reader#timeskip osamu#osamu miya smut#osamu miya#cai writes#tw:pseudoincest#tw:incest
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when your classmates tease you with other guy
pairings. kageyama tobio x reader, suna rintaro x reader, kenma kozume x reader
genre. fluff
an. to anon, this is your request. hope you'll like it hehe. its kinda long, im sorry sksksks have a nice day!
other: shirabu and futakuchi, kunimi and hoshiumi, sakusa and oikawa, miya twins, aone and yamaguchi, konoha and semi
Kageyama Tobio
your relationship with him is still new, like a weeks. so not a lot of people knew about it.
it was a fine day when someone from the other section confessed to you infront of your classmates.
it was embarassing, to the point you don't know what to do. the guy made you accept the letter he gave you and ran away.
leaving you alone with your teasing classmated and the knowing look of some students from other section and year.
you didn't miss the look that kageyama have when your eyes met with his. he knew that guy who confessed to you, it's his classmate.
althroughout the class, he stared intently at the guy's back. if looks can kill, that guy's already dead by now.
in your case, everyone around you is teasing you. you already told them about having a boyfriend, it's kageyama.
"stop lying, y/n. we just went to karaoke last week and you said you're single. besides we didn't hear about him courting you or even confessing, he's only interested in volleyball, so it's impossible."
you're really offended with what they said about him but instead of arguing with them, you just keep your mouth shut.
it's been three days, and you are forced to accept the love letter within those days. at the same time, kageyama's really in the foul mood. his teammates talked to you about this. so you came up to the solution of talking to the guy even if he ran away gain.
"can we talk, please?" you talked to him. he vigorously nodded and followed you until you reach a more peaceful surroundings. you also didn't miss the knowing looks and the teases that were thrown at you by your classmates.
"im sorry, but i can't accept your confession. i already have a boyfriend."
he just stand there with now a blank face. "but you took the letter i made."
"you forced it in my hand then ran away before i could reject you."
"just one date, y/n. then i'll leave you alone." he desperately said.
"im really sorry, i can't do that."
before anything could happen, a ball hit his back. it was not hard and not that soft too, just enough to make him flinch away from him.
you we're about to check on him when someone grab your wrist. it was kageyama. wearing a scary aura around him. "what do you think you're doing with my girlfriend?"
"k-kageyama? he's your boyfriend, y/n?"
"yes, got a problem with that?" he said. "if you don't have anything to say, go home. leave y/n alone or else you'll get to taste another spike on you. but this time its more harder and it'll land on your face."
the guy was about to say something when kageyama glared at him then the guy just walked away. it was weird but it somehow relieved you. "are you okay? are you hurt?"
"im okay, tobio."
"ill walk you home."
"okay. but please refrain from hitting someone with that ball. i know how powerful you are."
"i won't promise you anything, y/n."
"tobio." you said in a warning tone.
"okay, okay." he surrendered. you kiss his cheeks as a thank you for somehow saving you. he blushed profusely. see, he's a cute litol bean.
the next day, the news about you and kageyama spread around your class and his class. all day, kageyama just wear his smirking but scary but still smirking beacuse of happiness face.
Suna Rintarou
your relationship was a secret, to spare you to the chaotic twin. he doesn't want you to be bothered by them. although you told your classmates that you're in a relationship with your mom's friend's son, which is true.
knowing that you're taken, they didn't stop shipping you with your classmate who always talks to you.
ofcourse, you denied and said you have a boyfriend but they keep on teasing the both of you. it lasted like two weeks and each day, you just want to shout to them to stop.
welp, you didn't know that this day would come. he eventually spread that your his lover now.
it you confronted him infront of your classmates. although he whispered to you that he was just messing around and he just see you as a friend. which made you sigh in relief.
you tried to make him stop with what he's doing but he cut you off and laughed. he pulled you next to him. "come on, y/n. just play along with this. look how funny their faces are." he whispered to you. "sorry, my girlfriend is a not in the mood."
"she's your what?" a voice coming from your behind. oh no, you know that voice. you glance behind you and saw your boyfriend standing there. the guy face him and made you too.
"she's my girlfriend." he confidently said, he even put his arms around your shoulder.
his eyes are now menacing, jaw clenched and fist are closed tightly. you gulped because of that. "really? if you're y/n's boyfriend, then did you know that i slept at their house yesterday? y/n cooked me a breakfast, also prepared a bento for me, and we kissed before coming here."
the guy and your classmates we're speechless, like their mouths and eyes are literally wide open. you mentally face palmed, and you could also feel your face heat up.
he grabbed you away from the guy and claim you infront of them by encircling his arms around my waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. he even kissed your cheeks.
"don't claim other's girlfriend, got that? you're lucky we're not in the gym or else a ball will hit you directly on your face."
after that, he held your hands and walked away from your classmates. before the both of you could get away completely, the twins and some of his teammates blocked the way. "oh great."
"damn! you have a cute girlfriend and you didn't even bother to tell us?" osamu said.
in the end, both of you got cornered by his teammates and made you answer their questions and listen to their rants for an hour. while you classmates specially the guy keep on apologizing to you and him. you assure them that it's okay, but don't do it again.
"stop using your phone, y/n. give me your attention."
"okay, okay. what do you want to do?"
"sleep." then he pulled you and made you lay beside him and locked you between his arms.
Kenma Kozume
both of you never intended to make it a secret, it's more like you date privately. you know.
you don't know if your classmates know that you and kenma are a couple. but you mostly hang out whenever it's break and lunch along with the other volleyball players.
it was a usual day where your classmates invited you to play with them in a game called valorant. and your in kenma's house.
the game ended after a few rounds. they keep pairing you up with this boy in your class. they keep teasing you with him like, "you two have a good chemistry in this, why don't you just date", "you'd be a great duo!"
it happens that the issue was brought to your class, now all of your classmates tease the both of you to each other.
you explained that you already have a boyfriend, but they acted like didn't hear you, instead they said that "oh really! he's your boyfriend, y/n?!" now, you don't know if they misheard it or they're just being dumb. it goes on for weeks.
you're in kenma's house once again. both of you are playing when that guy invited you to play. so you accepted, you tag kenma along.
as the game was going, your classmate that was playing too keep on teasing the both of you. they didn't know that your boyfriend can here them. you looked at him and you can't read his face.
however, who ever tease you with that guy, they end up being dead. the game ends, your team wins thanks to kenma but what shook you was, "hey, y/n. would you mind going out with me?"
"im sorry but i have a boyfriend already."
"it's just a date and he wouldn't know about it." he already know! he's beside me looking intently on the screen and his grip on the mouse are tight, you wanted to say to him.
kenma muted his and your mic. "tell him you'd agree but in one condition, he needs to win against you. 1v1. and if he lose tell him to get lost. but ill play it instead of you." then he umute your mic.
his brows we're almost meeting, waiting for you to say it. you cleared your throat. "ill agree of you win against me in a 1v1 game."
"sure!" that made them shout and cheer. kenma pushed your chair and move his infront of your pc.
the game ended with kenma winning the game. "one more time, y/n. ill be serious this time." the guy said. you looked at kenma and he just nodded. "okay."
and again, kenma won. "hey, uhm.. are you serious about it, y/n? you know we can still go out if you want."
this time kenma answered him. "you lose, so get lost! don't bother my girlfriend anymore." after that he disconnected.
"kozume." you caressed his arms when you saw how he grip his mouse tightly. "calm down, please. even if you lose or win, i wouldn't dare to date him. i love you, okay?"
he faced you and buried his face on your chest. "im sorry, i lost my cool. he just got into my nerves." you're now caressing his soft hair. "its okay. let's eat dinner at my house, mom made something for us."
the next day he walked you to your class which is new to you but you have a hint on what's going on with his mind. it's a great timing that the guy opened the door so he saw you kissing kenma's cheeks. you instantly pulled away.
"you're the one i defeated yesterday, right?" he looked at the boy. "before you date and steal y/n away from me, make sure you're strong enough to win against me, got that?"
everyone went silent, including your classmates. he looked inside your classroom. "enablers." then looked at you. "wait for me later, okay? mom's home so she wants to see you. see you later."
after that he walked to his class which is just next to yours. he glared one more time at the guy before going in.
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#kageyama tobio x reader#kageyama x reader#kageyama headcanons#suna rintaro x reader#suna x reader#suna headcanons#kenma kozume x reader#kenma x reader#kenma headcanons
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pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader
genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, slow burn
word count: 3.2k
summary: In which Osamu finds that the stranger lurking outside his store window has a connection to his restaurant that he could have never expected.
Osamu remembers every single face that has walked through the doors of Onigiri Miya since the day they’ve opened. He has yet to hire another worker, manning all stations of his business himself. The rush hours always provided him with a bit of a heavy work load, but Osamu has learned a lot about diligence and patience. Business had been good enough; traffic was steady throughout the day, and he had his fair share of regulars whose orders he had already memorized.
The stuffy, salt-and-pepper haired man in the pressed three-piece suit always ordered two umeboshi onigiri and a medium iced green tea. The kind old woman that ran the shop across the street would come in for his salted salmon, and if he had extra, Osamu would throw in an extra tuna mayo. She’d always smile and give him a pat on the shoulder, her eyes crinkling in a way that reminded Osamu of his grandmother.
It was when the shopkeeper had slowly walked out of his establishment and back to her own that Osamu noticed you standing a few feet away from his storefront. You had been wearing a face mask, but Osamu could see that you were staring at his sign. Your eyes squinted at the block letters that looked down at you, before they trailed down to land directly on Osamu. You seemed a little startled at the fact that his eyes were already staring at you, but you were standing outside his restaurant, weren’t you?
Before he could lift a hand to wave you in, you quickly turned and walked away.
Every few days, either during the dinner or lunch rush, Osamu would catch a glimpse of you outside of his restaurant. You’d stare at his sign for a few seconds; maybe glance at the menu board that stood a few feet away from his entrance, or look at the pictures of his full menu taped to the restaurant window. he would see the way you studied each item, yet you always walked the opposite direction.
It bothered Osamu. Why didn’t you want to come in? Did his menu look boring? Was his sign uninviting? Is his decoration too traditional? Should he have made it look a little more modern? He grumbled to himself about it each time you peeked in, and walked away. Why do you bother coming so often if you didn’t want to try his food? Osamu huffed.
It wasn’t until four weeks later, when Osamu had posted three brand new flavors on his menu board that you finally deemed his restaurant worthy enough to step in.
You had stopped by a little bit later than usual today, the dinner rush had come and gone, and the only ones left in the restaurant were you and Osamu. He stood patiently waiting behind his counter, desperately trying to look busy and as if he hasn’t been waiting for this moment for weeks.
He waited until you were close enough to his counter to say his greetings. You nodded at him in acknowledgment, taking a seat at the bar in front of him. He handed you a menu, and your eyes roved over the words as if they hadn’t done so dozens of times prior.
“Can I get ya anything to drink?” He asked, and you took off the baseball cap you had been wearing, setting it down on the counter beside you. Your finger hooks along the ear loop of your face mask and Osamu realizes he’s seeing your face for the first time. You place the piece of cloth in your pocket, and Osamu fights the heat across his cheeks.
“Just water,” you said, and Osamu was quick to set a fresh glass down in front of you.
“What’ll it be?” He asked after a few moments, adjusting the bill of his hat and settling his hand on his hip.
You hum a little, tapping your finger against your lips before you reply. “I’ll have the combo #2 with the gyoza.”
Osamu nodded, “What two flavors onigiri would you like?”
“For the first one, I’ll have your most popular flavor,” you say, before closing the menu and handing it back to him, “I’ll let you choose the second one.”
Osamu raised an eyebrow at your odd request, but nods anyway, putting the menu away and walking back to give his hands a quick wash.
He begins to gather his ingredients when he noticed you take out a notepad and a pen from your bag, placing it on the counter in front of your water.
“So,” he says, starting the process of making his number one seller (salted salmon), “What was it?”
“Excuse me?” You asked, pausing the drink that was half way to your lips. “What was what?”
“Well, ya stood outside for weeks, so I gotta know,” Osamu said, placing the delicate filling into the ball of rice he was kneading in his palm, “What made ya decide to finally come in?”
You tightened your lips, awkwardly setting the cup back down on the counter and placing a palm on your forehead.
“I was that obvious?”
“Were ya trying not to be?” He laughed, looking at you expectantly.
“It was the flavors on your board,” you finally replied, leaning back in your seat, “There was one that my grandfather used to make.”
Osamu smiled to himself, wrapping his first finished onigiri in the seaweed he had roasted earlier that day, placing it gently on a serving platter and moving over to make the next rice ball.
“That’s a coincidence,” Osamu said, “Your grandfather must have had great taste.”
“He used to own a restaurant,” you blurted out, and Osamu hummed.
“You’re kidding,” he said, “Whereabouts?”
You nibbled on your bottom lip, shifting your eyes side to side as if debating on whether you wanted to divulge him in your greatest secret. Eventually, you leaned forward, resting your elbow on the counter and placing your chin in your palm. “Actually, it was this one.”
Osamu’s fingers froze. “Ya don’t mean—?”
You nodded excitedly. Osamu lets out a scoff. “Now you’re just messin’ with me.”
“No, I swear!” A bright smile erupted across your cheeks as you jumped a little in your seat, “My grandparents used to own this restaurant.”
“I thought this was a boutique before I bought it?” Osamu questioned, putting his final touches on the second rice ball.
“It was,” you agreed, taking a sip from your water, “They owned this place until I was in high school, and sold it before they retired somewhere in the mountains. It’s been a few different stores since, but this is the first time it’s become a restaurant again. I was pretty surprised when I first saw it.”
Osamu felt an odd sensation of pride began to brew in his chest, shown in the way he sprinkled his sesame seeds a little extra forcefully.
“Well,” he said, placing the plate of two perfect onigiri right on the counter in front of you, “I hope I do this place some justice.”
You smiled, and Osamu found himself smiling with you. He pointed out the shake on the left, and the surprise flavor on the right. You nodded, intrigued, picking up the onigiri lying on the left side.
Osamu makes the gyoza while you take your first bite, nearly pumping his fist in victory when he sees you close your eyes in satisfaction, the tension he didn’t even know you carried slowly melting from your shoulders. He sees you quickly jot down comments on the notepad next to you, and Osamu tries to peek at what you wrote when he gives you the gyoza.
“Ya jottin’ down comments about my food?” He joked, and you jumped a little at his voice, “Got any suggestions, then?”
You smile sheepishly, “It’s just a little hobby of mine.”
He nods, grabbing a towel and wiping down the counter that he had just used. “Well, ya let me know if ya need anything else.”
“It’s just you working tonight?” You ask, grabbing your chopsticks and picking up a piece of gyoza.
“It’s just me every night,” he chuckled.
Your eyes widened as you chewed on your food, swallowing with a loud gulp.
“Doesn’t that get exhausting?” You ask, quickly jotting down your notes before diverting your attention back to him.
Osamu just shrugged. “I poured my everything into something I didn’t love half as much as cooking. This is just how I know how to do things.”
You tilted your head to the side, “What did you do before this?”
Osamu takes a deep breath as he lifts his hat up a little bit to ruffle his fingers through his hair. He flips the cap around and puts it on backwards, his vision no longer half covered by the bill of his hat and he can now look at you fully. He almost wants to laugh because no one has ever asked him that version of this question before. It was always, ‘What are you going to be doing after volleyball?’
He hated the fact that any answer other than ‘I’m going to play professionally’ was deemed a shame, or a waste. For Osamu, he didn’t want to waste another second not pursuing his passion.
So it was refreshing to tell you about volleyball as if it was just a footnote in his food journey; something that he had done prior to finally recognizing his actual potential.
You gawked at him in disbelief, “Volleyball? Were you even any good?”
Osamu actually recoiled in offense, “I’ll have ya know I was on a team that went to nationals three years in a row.”
You raised your eyebrows appreciatively, and Osamu straightened a little.
“So why food?” You question him again, and Osamu wonders if you’re always this inquisitive. He’s answered this question hundreds of times, swore up and down that he would shoot the next person that even dared to say ‘Why food?’ in front of him. Yet for some reason, he felt more than happy to divulge you.
“Because food is more than just something ya eat when you’re hungry. It’s coming back from a long trip, and it’s the warmth that spreads through your body when ya eat your mom’s cooking for the first time. That taste of victory that spreads across your tongue when ya go out for a meal with your pals after a game. The sensation of closing your eyes in satisfaction when ya take a bite out of a fresh onigiri after a long day,” you pause your scribbles at that moment, looking up to shoot him a playful glare. Osamu chuckled and continued, “It’s laughter shared around the table, and memories made over a plate that makes food more than just nourishment for our body, but also for our soul.”
Osamu feels his cheeks heat up as he finishes his speech, embarrassment beginning to sink in at the end of his long tangent. You looked at him with a soft look on your face as you finished the last bite of your first onigiri, and dusted your fingers from any stray grains of rice.
“Words to live by,” you commented, lifting your glass of water up in agreement before tilting it back for a drink.
He let out a breath of relief that lasted only a second when he saw you reach over to pick up the onigiri with toppings he picked out for you. He held his breath as you took a bite, not expecting to see your eyes widen so fast, snapping your head down to the innocent rice ball that now sported a bite mark.
“Shio kombu cheese?” you say hurriedly, holding the onigiri closer to your face.
Osamu steps forward, “Do ya like it?”
You take another bite, chewing slowly, savoring the flavors as they melded in your mouth, and your eyes nearly begin to water.
“I never thought someone other than my grandfather would be weird enough to come up with this,” you laughed, scarfing down the rice ball in less than two seconds. “Yet here it is.”
“It’s not weird,” he defended, “It’s refined.”
You laugh as you dive into a story from your childhood spent sitting in this exact restaurant. Osamu listens intently as you recount how many different failed recipes your grandfather had forced you to ty and review, helping him decide what to put on the menu, or which combinations would bring in the businessmen that always seemed to just walk passed the restaurant.
He tells you of the tantrum his brother threw when he told him he was quitting volleyball, but still, Atsumu was his first sale. You pester him about his secret ingredient, and give him an incredulous look when he says it’s the rice. (“My old volleyball captain is a rice farmer.” “… what an interesting volleyball team.”)
The furniture was different, and the lay out was unfamiliar, but the atmosphere around Osamu’s counter had brought you right back into your childhood, reminding you of all the reasons why you loved what you did in the first place.
Long after your plates had been emptied, and the hour hand on the clock had extended way passed closing time, you finally paid for your meal, stood up from your seat and prepared to take your leave.
“Thank you for the meal, and the conversation,” you lean forward to read his name tag, “Miya-san.”
“Osamu,” he corrects, and raises an eyebrow at you.
You tell him your name, and Osamu repeats it in his mind over and over again.
“Come back soon,” he calls out his usual greeting as you walked out the door, but it felt different when he said it to you.
“I will,” you smile, waving a hand before stepping into the night, leaving Osamu with a dizzy head and fluttering stomach.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
In the following weeks since his late night encounter with you, Onigiri Miya had ceased to be a simple stop along someone’s route to work, or an afterthought on the way home.
One could imagine Osamu’s surprise when he arrived an hour and half before he was due to open, and already a line began to form down the sidewalk. He thought, perhaps it was a fluke, or maybe there was some sort of business convention in town nearby – something to explain the sudden spike in popularity.
Yet day after day, the crowds of people came to him by the dozens, climbing over each other to get a taste of his cooking. He couldn’t stop to wonder how long this was going to last, barely having the time to stop and give himself a break.
He finally realizes it’s not merely coincidence when the lines get longer, yet the faces he sees stay the same. Osamu remembers every single face that walks through the doors of Onigiri Miya, and it’s the ones that he sees over and over that truly give his restaurant its meaning.
The last customer of the dinner rush left thirty minutes ago when Osamu’s phone rang.
“‘llo,” he greets, sandwiching the phone between his ear and shoulder as he sweeps the floor, thinking about how he needed to start looking for someone to hire.
“Hey, asshole,” the voice of his twin comes through loud and clear, “When were ya gonna tell me ya invited that food blogger to your restaurant? And how the hell did ya get them to like your garbage cooking?”
Osamu stops in confusion, grabbing the phone and holding it up himself. “Did ya finally get hit in the head a little too hard at practice? What the hell are ya talking about?”
Atsumu curses at Osamu, telling him to hold on a second as he sends him the link.
Osamu pulls the phone away from his ear for a second, quickly pressing on the blue url that popped up from Atsumu’s chat bubble.
It took a second for it to load, but when it did, Osamu’s jaw dropped
ONIGIRI MIYA IS AN ONIGIRI MUST HAVE by L/N Y/N
Beneath the obnoxious title was a photo of his sign, shining brightly against the wooden panels of his building, looking very much like a beacon for those searching for the perfect plate.
“Your shop is all over the internet and I had to find out about it on my news feed?! What the hell kinda brother are ya...”
Atsumu’s voice faded into the background as Osamu read the flattering words you had written about his restaurant. You complimented the decoration he had been insecure about, and he chuckled at the way you had described the fluffiness of his rice. He was captivated by your use of prose, painting the perfect picture of exactly everything he wanted his food to convey.
It wasn’t until he got to the last paragraph when he felt his breath hitch in his throat.
Though the years have passed, and the season have changed, the sentimentality of this particular shop had never lost its meaning for me. For the first time in years, I felt the soul of my grandfather, the curator of my inspiration and passion, all around the atmosphere of what is now Onigiri Miya. I have every faith that the new owner has already done him justice.
“Excuse me, are you still open?”
Osamu tore his eyes away from the screen, the very author of the only review that will ever matter to him stood a mere few feet away from his counter.
“Call you later, Tsumu,” he said hurriedly.
“Hey, wh—“
Osamu slips his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention back to you. You had a cheeky smile on your face as you waited patiently.
“Welcome to Onigiri Miya,” he says dryly, and you laugh at his tone.
“Should you be on your phone while you’re on the clock?” You joke as you settle in the same seat you occupied the last time you paid him a visit.
“I don’t know,” Osamu crosses his arms, “Should ya be writing articles about people without telling em?”
You winced a little at his words, holding your hands up in surrender. “You saw it then?”
Osamu nodded.
You looked to the side, rubbing the side of your arm. “Did you like what I wrote?”
Osamu smiled, uncrossing his arms and walking to the back to wash his hands. You watch him curiously as he walked back to you, and pointed to a spot on the wall directly to your right.
“That’s where I’m gonna put it,” he said, “when I print it out and frame it.”
You laughed at the seriousness of his face, and he smirked in satisfaction.
You ordered the combo #2 with a side of gyoza, letting Osamu pick the two flavors. You mentioned how you tried to visit a couple of times, but the line was always so far out the door. He realizes that he has you to thank for that, and you blush deeply when he sincerely tells you so.
“So,” you say as you munch on the honey garlic pork onigiri he prepared, “Aren’t you glad you did this instead of boring, old volleyball?”
Osamu nearly chokes at the insult. “Volleyball is not boring.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, clearing his throat, “Let me take you to a game some time. We can eat something other than rice balls.”
You look up from the half eaten onigiri at the chef who made it so carefully, looking so bashful and nervous you couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah. I would love that.”
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thank you for reading! reblogs are highly appreciated <33
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Being Atsumu’s, Osamu’s, Oikawa‘s and Nishinoya‘s cool & rich aunt/uncle
Ship:
Nephew!Atsumu x Aunt/Uncle!Reader // Nephew!Osamu x Aunt/Uncle!Reader // Nephew!Oikawa x Aunt/Uncle!Reader // Nephew!Nishinoya x Aunt/Uncle!Reader
Gender: gender neutral
Warning: mentions of alcohol in Atsumu‘s and Osamu‘s part
Masterlist
A/n: I‘m doing literally anything to avoid studying lmao // I‘ll absolutely work on that tomorrow one more time and maybe add sum things besties😗
Atsumu and Osamu Miya
they’d be dead by now if they wouldn’t have you istg
they get in so much trouble😭
If the twins go to a party, they always tell u first so u can pick em up
But this is stuff for another headcanon👹
You couldn’t tell them apart when they were younger and they WILL use it to trick you
At some point u just enter the house with „Alright, before we get shit started, who’s who?“
You weren’t even the one who snuck alcohol to them at family party’s, they Atsumu and Osamu got along with him bc he’s too prideful ig just grabbed the alcohol when they were like 14
You saw that and went 🧑🦯
U even distract their mom/dad so they don’t notice LMFAOOO
You spoil the living shit out of them tbh
ESPECIALLY WITH THEIR HOBBYS
Like you had a whole haul with osamu💀
„samu look at THIS!“
„Please Y/n, we got like 10 of them in different colors in the cart“
And if there’s anything their team needs, you’re willing to invest in that🙄🤝
Tooru Oikawa
The gossip when the two of you are together is i m m a c u l a t e
Got his Charme from no one other than you tbh
Iwaizumi often came to you when Oikawa constantly overworked himself because he didn’t want to talk to his parents and thought y’all are closer
🗣SHOPPING TRIPS🗣
If you’re ever getting closer to someone y’all’s conversations just turn to a whole circus
„So there’s tHHIS PERSON...“
„Bestie imma need a pic of em😳“
But you’re the one who finds out EVERYTHING about a girl if it wants to date your precious nephew
None of you has a filter istg
„No, no, no, u can’t go out like this“
Please take care of the way he dresses🤕
Yuu Nishinoya
Yalls insiders are UNHOLY
No but you and him can understand each other just with exchanging looks
Sometimes you pick him up from school and just honk
Nishinoya isn’t even going to be embarrassed he just begins to shout happily😭
Your chat are so funny bye
„👹DÊÁRËŠT ÑÉPHÊW ØF MÎÑÊ👹‼️“
„ANSWER ME🤬👺“
TikTok and vine references r a big YES
„u want a fr e sh a voca do ?“
U laugh at him when his mom/dad yell at him till your sibling gets mad at you too HAHAHA
You and Saeko are besties idc idc
Is ur bodyguard
So if you’re getting closer w/ someone he pulls up like the lil men he is
U get him SO MUCH BLEACH
Invites you to EVERY. SINGLE. GAME
„GET IT, YUU!“
„U BET I WILL“
#haikyuu x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu miya#miya twins#osamu x reader#osamu miya#inarizaki x reader#inarizaki#oikawa x reader#oikawa tōru#aoba johsai#seijoh#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya yū#karasuno x reader#karasuno#seijoh x reader#haikyuu headcanons
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