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Ookurikara x “Listener” IMAGINARY H-scene [bishounenpalace’s edit]. WARNING: R18/ NSFW/ INTENSELY HIGH EXPLICIT CONTENT/LONG H-SCENE. THIS AUDIO IS TOTALLY FANMADE. PLEASE ABSOLUTELY DO NOT RE-UPLOAD THIS AUDIO ANYWHERE.
1st Touken danshi’s Imaginary Ecchi audio - Ookurikara [from the popular series Touken Ranbu]
2 ecchi photos above are CGs from the doujin game Awayuki by Princess Crown.
We Should Make Bets More Often
Pairing: Atsumu x Reader
Rating: Def M+
Warnings: BDSM (seriously, heavy BDSM), overstim, edging, pain, tears, and a whole lot of pleasure
Summary: The dominant Miya Atsumu had lost a bet to his equally as dominant girlfriend. That’s how he found himself handcuffed to her bed, totally underestimating just how in for it he was. But damn if that didn’t turn him on.
Author: SleepDeprivedIdiot
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A/N: I’m for fucking serious, though, if BDSM make you uncomfy please don’t read it.
A/N: I dunno if I have to include this, but characters are 18 in my head.
You close the cuffs on Atsumu’s wrists with a click and tug on them hard to make sure they were securely fastened to the headpost of your bed. Smirking devilishly, you slowly drag your body down your boyfriend’s and hold your face in front of his. He smirks back and you peck his lips softly.
“You’re so gonna get it after this,” he threatens in a low and gravelly voice. You just chuckle as you lean up to straddle his lap and rake your fingers down his exposed chest. He hisses at the sensation and bucks his hips up making you bounce lightly on his lap.
“We’ll see if you can still walk after I’m done with you,” you tease as you run your fingers through his hair.
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⋆┈┈｡ﾟa wedding. an ex-boyfriend. a photograph you should’ve thrown away. feelings you should’ve thrown away.
your ex-boyfriend, osamu miya, is back in town to bake the wedding cake for your sister’s big day. life had always thrown it’s hurdles at you, but this time it was your sister, convinced that reuniting the two of you was going to be only source of happiness in your life. the only catch? she - and you - had forgotten how much you and osamu hated each other.
pairing ⚘ osamu miya x f!reader
genre ⚘ fluff, angst
warnings ⚘ language
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᠃ ⚘ ┈ ｡ﾟ❁ table of contents ❁ ﾟ｡ ┈ ⚘᠃
❀ chapter 1
❀ chapter 2
❀ chapter 3
❀ chapter 4
❀ chapter 5
❀ chapter 6
❀ chapter 7
❀ chapter 8
❀ chapter 9
❀ chapter 10
❀ tbc.
summary: Atsumu has been walking a fine line for the past two years, knowing that his apologetic words tend to come out soaked in kerosene, so he swallows them instead of letting them see the light of day. He never said anything about letting them free underneath the moonlight.
pairing: Atsumu x female reader
wc: 7.1k
warnings: some swearing
a/n: you guys know how there’s a specific scene/idea that you think of that is the origin of fic? this chapter is that chapter and i’m so excited to finally share it! also after this there’s only one part left which is insane ahhh, i can’t believe it’s almost over.
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Atsumu had a habit of doing things in twos, and if not twos, then at least a number divisible by two. He typically fell back onto a combination of six-four-two, something about those numbers helping ease his mind when everything around him felt like it was getting too much.
He took six steps to do a jump serve. He took four to do a float serve. He took two to set up a perfect toss.
Sometimes, he found himself reversing the combination, typically when dealing with more mundane things.
He took two hours to look at his phone. He spent four trying to distract himself. He responded after six.
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summary: Things add up. Missed meetings, forgotten chores, words taken the wrong way, music a notch too loud when the other is hunting sleep. One plus one plus one times a hundred little things, and it all piles together. Eventually, one of you had to hit your breaking point. Unfortunately, you both hit it on the same night.
pairing: Atsumu x female reader
warnings: angst, swearing, low blows while arguing
a/n: Basically, Atsumu’s an asshole, you’re an asshole, everybody’s an asshole. Dialogue isn’t my strong suit so I hope I was able to convey the emotions properly, please let me know what you think :)
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You’re not sure how you ended up like this, but it’s too late to back down now.
Words hang in the air, tension lining your bodies, neither of you willing to take what you said back. Atsumu is normally stubborn. Drunk Atsumu was a whole other monster. And you? Well, Atsumu had finally learned just which buttons to push to make you lash out at him, and even in rage, you weren’t one to lie.
Perhaps that’s why it hurt so much.
But how did you get here?
Pause. Rewind. Go back.
How far back is the question?
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summary: Most college students spend Saturday nights hanging out with friends, letting loose, and all in all, wreaking havoc wherever they go. While you and Atsumu are both guilty of this, you find that the second and fourth Saturday of each month serves a much better purpose as a lazy day in. This Saturday is no different, except for the fact that you lost in a game to Atsumu and are now subjected to his somewhat questionable hair dying skills.
pairing: Atsumu x female reader
warnings: swearing
a/n: sorry for the long wait! i hit a bit of writer’s block for this series but i was finally able to get past it. i also made a playlist if you guys want to check it out <3
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If someone had told sixteen-year-old Atsumu that in four years he’d be spending his Saturday night in a creaky apartment, you sitting on a chair in front of him and the smell of bleach permeating the air, he would’ve laughed.
But here he was, music trickling through the bluetooth speakers he’d strategically placed in the living room, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he concentrates on spreading the white paste through the ends of your hair evenly. Dying hair wasn’t new to him— after all, he and Osamu used to dye each other’s hair all the time in high school and to this day he still touches up his own roots —but damn you had a lot more hair than he thought possible.
Granted, it was his fault you were dying your hair in the first place, so really he had no choice but to see it through to the end.
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summary: Despite coming back into the twins’ lives with relative ease, Atsumu seems keen on keeping you at a distance, for there are times when the memory of you conflicts with who you are now. Surprisingly (or perhaps not), it takes a rainstorm, a rescue, and a near fall for you and him to finally see eye-to-eye.
pairing: Atsumu x female reader
warnings: light swearing
a/n: thank you guys so much for all the love and support on part one, I hope you guys enjoy the second part as well! once again, any and all feedback is greatly appreciated <3
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Moving back to Hyogo was as nostalgic as it was disorienting.
You remembered a mixture of countryside and budding local businesses sitting side by side with a few mainstream stores, the only hint of urbanism in the otherwise rural area. The stretch of road that led further into the more city-like neighboring towns had been nicknamed Main Street, a place that lacked concinnity but more than made up for it with sheer character and charm.
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summary: The seed of friendship was planted over the course of five years and yet it was never given the chance to bloom. For now, all that remains are time-worn memories of your childhood that still smell of warm grass and the simple safety a shadow provided you.
pairing: Atsumu x female reader
warnings: mentions of bullying, minor injury
a/n: here’s the first part to the series! this is my first time trying to write a series and I’d appreciate any and all feedback :) enjoy <3
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The house next door had been vacant for as long as Atsumu could remember. Not that he could remember that much anyways, being only seven meant that his memory was as fickle as it could be with his attention span roughly the same length as the life of a fruitfly. But, an empty house meant he and Osamu had nothing stopping them from wiggling underneath the splintered teeth of the wood fence to be spit out into the neighboring yard.
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💌 atsumu miya
→ atsumu, osamu and suna turn into little babies and its up to you and the rest of the volleyball team to figure out what to do! 2200+.
tagging @clowninfortodoroki! ty for the request! i had sm fun with this!! (o´▽`o)
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“Ouuh!”
Atsumu makes grabby hands towards you from his place on the gym floor. Kita had called you to come to the gym while you were studying in the library, waiting for volleyball practice to end so that you and Atsumu could go home together. When you make it there, you’re surprised to see Atsumu, Osamu and even Suna, on the gym floor, regressed to about a mere ten months old.
“Um, what happened?”
“We don’t really know either,” Omiomi says.
“Kita-san’s grandma made him daifuku this morning,” Ginjima starts. “He shared them with all of us, but for some weird reason, only the twins and Suna got turned into kids.”
You make your way to the pile of babies on the floor, bringing Atsumu into your arms. Suna’s watching something on a cellphone. Osamu’s sitting in Aran’s lap as he feeds him a banana.
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Hello! Your Atsumu is the best! Can I ask D, J, K, L, M, O, R, X from Fluff Alphabet for him? If it's long, you can make just half from it.
thank you babie this means the world to me! and dont worry i did them all bc im fuckin soft for atsumu. im a fuckin simp for him
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Atsumu just can’t imagine his life without you.
He wants to give you a stable and happy life with him, and he’d do just about anything to be able to provide that and be the man that you deserve. He wants to give you the whole world on a silver platter, it’s just what you deserve. But right now he’d settle for buying you your dream house where the both of you can just be the complete dorks you both are, have lazy days together, and even possibly buy you the pet that you’ve been showing him videos of.
Mans just wants your life with him to be perfect :’)
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Miya Atsumu is a jealous man, but he knows that your heart yearns for him alone and you always politely dismiss the advances of any guy who has the balls to approach you. He’ll only ever interfere when he sees that you’re uncomfortable and the prick still can’t take a fucking hint.
“Hey, baby, who’s this asshole?” Atsumu asks nonchalantly as he puts an arm around your shoulder, but the venom in his voice evident as he stares the guy down.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Atsumu gives the best kisses, the kind of kisses that always leaves you wanting for more.
It was during one of their games back in high school, they had just won the qualifiers for nationals. You were their manager at that time, Atsumu rushed to the sidelines and captured your lips in a kiss. You’d expect the Miya Atsumu’s kisses to be more fervent and steamy, but this was soft, slow, and passionate.
“How ‘bout I take you out on a date after this, baby?” Atsumu smirked, as you stood there, red as a tomato.
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𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Can I request kink headcanons for Osamu?
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; character is 18+
𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰!
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call you mine [miya atsumu x reader] pt. 2
genre: angst, fluff
word count: 2.9k
warnings: friends to lovers, slow burn, pining, and tbh bad writing (it’s been a while since i’ve written something), some sexual references but nothing explicit
part one / part two (you are here)
content under the cut!
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call you mine [miya atsumu x reader] pt. 1
genre: angst, fluff
word count: 3.7k
warnings: friends to lovers, slow burn, pining, and tbh bad writing (it’s been a while since i’ve written something), some sexual references but nothing specific
part one (you are here) / part two
content under the cut!
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little changes. ii (miya atsumu)
➵ “miya atsumu is the bane of your existence.” that statement’s becoming less and less true, these days.
PART ONE
wc: 5.3k
warnings: f!reader, cursing, 18+ (but. lightly?)
a/n: here it is! i hope it doesn’t disappoint!
It had been one whole week since you’d spoken to Atsumu.
One whole week of artfully dodging him during the day, and finding more and more convoluted excuses to be out of an evening. You’d never been as social in all your months at university as you had been this last week. And the exhaustion was really beginning to
But you just couldn’t face him after that. Not when you couldn’t get how he’d said ‘baby’, all raspy and deep, out of your head. It kept echoing through your mind whenever you tried to sleep at night.
You felt like you were going insane. You just wanted to lie down and let the earth reclaim you.
You couldn’t even talk to Osamu about it. Because it was his damn brother. And because you knew he wouldn’t let you live it down.
But, it was Friday night. You’d spent every single day in the library, and your back was beginning to feel the strain from the shitty seating. You’d spent every single night out of the house, at parties and bars and other people’s couches.
You wanted nothing more than to lie in your bed and do absolutely nothing.
So, that’s what you were doing.
You were tucked under the covers with your phone in hand, the main light of your room off in the hopes that Atsumu would just assume you were out tonight. Again.
Knock knock.
Maybe if you didn’t say anything, he’d go away.
Knock knock.
Please go away. Please.
He opened the door anyway. Of course he did. Fucking piece of shit.
“You here?”
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little changes. i (miya atsumu)
➵ miya atsumu is the bane of your existence. but, that means different things at different times of your life.
PART TWO
wc: 6.9k (i know)
warnings: f!reader, cursing (too much tbh)
a/n: hi i couldn’t get this out of head so here you go,,, there’ll be a second part tomorrow
The first time you’d met, he’d pushed you into a puddle.
“Slow down!” You yelled, chest heaving as you tried to catch up to the two boys ahead of you. Even at seven years old, their legs were significantly longer than yours.
The twins scrambled to a stop, looking over their shoulders at you.
“Hurry up!” Atsumu yapped. “If you can’t keep up, we’re gonna leave you behind.”
“That’s unfair!” You pouted, stumbling to a stop in front of them. “You can’t just leave me out!”
Atsumu stared at you for a moment.
One clean shove, and you were on your butt, muck and water splashing up around you.
“What’d you do that for?” You yapped, looking up at the boy with a glare strong enough to kill a god.
“You were bein’ annoyin’.”
“Hey!”
“That’s not cool, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu sighed, holding out a hand to you.
Atsumu shrugged, letting out a long, exaggerated yawn.
That was the day you decided that Miya Atsumu was your arch-nemesis.
Not much had changed since that day. Miya Atsumu was, to put it lightly, the bane of your existence.
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You were good to me.
*gif not mine*
CHARACTER/S: Miya Atsumu x reader
WARNINGS: angst :”)
GENRE: aNGST ANGST ANGST
WORD COUNT: 930
A/N: okay, so I decided to make one for ALL the setters HSKSGSJSGSJ @iwaixiumi read it after I finished and said that the dialogue suited atsumu more than akaashi, so I went with that. I’ll write Akaashi’s soon😚 hope you like it anon!
Summary: She doesn’t know when or where it began. All the times he would come home late, and all the fights. In a way, she knew he was slowly falling out of love, and she knew she couldn’t do anything about it.
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Maybe it was the constant fighting that lead them here. A dark and quiet apartment, the running water in the bathroom is the only thing you could hear, and the tv, the only source of light. She understood that their 6-year relationship was coming to an end. Keys rattled from the other side of the front door, signaling Atsumu’s arrival. Here we go again she thought to herself as she watched him enter their shared apartment “Hey, ‘Tsumu. I cooked your favorite.” She gave him a smile. A smile that was obviously forced. He nodded and headed straight for the food on the table. She went to the bathroom and turned the running water off. She went back to the living room after checking the water’s temperature.
“Do you know what day it is today, ‘Tsumu?” He looked at you without a single emotion evident in his eyes. “No. It’s probably not important.” His words hurt like knives constantly stabbing her heart. A chuckle escaped her lips before telling him about the occasion. “‘Tsumu, it’s our anniversary! How could you forget?” She tried really hard not to raise her voice, but alas, it couldn’t be helped. Anger was taking over the fragile girl’s emotions. “Sorry, I forgot. We haven’t celebrated our anniversary for the past years so how do you expect me to remember?” The darkness was hiding the glare from his sharp eyes, but she knew that tone. “Are we really gonna fight again?” She whispered ever so quietly, but he could hear her. “You’re the one who keeps picking fights. I’m out here working my ass off and I come home to your yelling!”
“As if I don’t also work? You just come home later than I do because you’re always out drinking with your coworkers! Hell, you might even be on a date with another woman for all I know!” She heard a plate shatter and him stomping towards her. “So what if I do have a woman? Every woman is better than you. I don’t even love you anymore.” She knew it was coming. She knew he was going to drop the bomb soon. The girl who had known the man for a decade now thought he was going to be apologetic because that’s who Miya Atsumu is. She was starting to think that he wasn’t the one in front of her. But, she knew she doesn’t have any other choice but to leave. Her glare had been replaced by a soft gaze. The girl stood up from the couch and headed for their shared bedroom. “I prepared a bath for you. You should go before it turns cold.”
His eyes confused as she said so. He followed her to the bedroom and saw her grabbing a bag, hurriedly stuffing my clothes into the bag. “Where are you going? It’s already late.” She stopped for a moment before telling him what she was planning to do. “I bought an apartment 2 months ago. I’m going there.” Now he was so obviously surprised. He froze in his spot and felt his heart throbbing. “You know, regardless of how badly you were treating me these past few months, before all that shit, you were good to me. Thank you, Miya.” He winced at the way she called him by his surname. He was speechless, he doesn’t know why he said that there was another woman, when clearly, there wasn’t. He doesn’t know why he said he wasn’t in love with you anymore. “Miya, the water’s turning cold. You should go. I’ll be gone before you’re done.” She said, not taking her eyes off the bag as she stuffed the large bag with most of her clothes. He slowly walked away from the room, not knowing why he wasn’t stopping you from leaving.
The girl who was trying to stop her tears from escaping her eyes took out her phone and called a friend. “Suna, can you pick me up? It happened.” the call immediately ended and the man on the other side of the phone had rushed to where she was. It was but a 10-minute drive, but 5 only if rushing. So she figured she should wait outside since there were no problems with the weather. As she was waiting outside, she felt raindrops on her skin- no, she felt tears streaming down her face. Her legs gave up on her and she sat on the ground, sobbing. She just lost the man who gave her all her firsts.
Suddenly, a blanket was draped on her shoulders. The brunette carried her along with her bag to the messily parked car, ruffled her hair, and drove away.
Inside the bathroom, Miya Atsumu was staring at the wall in front of the tub, wondering about what he would do once she really leaves him. He wasn’t aware that the [h/c] haired girl had already left with Suna. He left the bath after washing up and was greeted by an empty apartment. The silence was hurting his ears and he wondered, did she have to experience this all the time? He took out his phone and dialed her number, unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail. “Hey, [y/n] here! Sorry I couldn’t answer your call. Leave a message after the beep!”
If he was being honest, he doesn’t know what to say. But he does know what he needs to say. “I’m sorry I fell out of love. There isn’t another woman. I’m really sorry for what I said. I hope you have a good life.”
How would Atsumu be like if he where to be jealous 👀
I don't think this was supposed to be a request but I wanted to go all out so hehe
Miya Atsumu when he's jealous
Sfw
→ I headcanon him as someone who doesn't get jealous easily
→ He's a big show off when it comes to you so he'd probably try to make others jealous instead
→ But if anyone tries to hit up on you knowing that he's listening?
→ Jealousy hits him really hard
→ He'll try to make eye contact with you to let you know he is annoyed, if you're facing him
→ If you're not, he'll stare at the person openly flirting with you with a killing stare
→ Most of the times, they get the hint and leave
→ But when they ignore him?
→ He won't hesitate to grab you by your waist and make out with you right in front of them, without a care in the world about who else is watching
→ Definitely looks at their reaction with a smirk while he's still kissing you
→ And he won't let go until the other person leaves
→ He WILL mark your skin with hickeys in visible places, just in case anyone forgot you are his
→ One time, someone tried to flirt with you during his match
→ When he noticed, he served the ball twice as hard and the whole arena froze
→ Including the one hitting on you
→ And the moment he turned to look at him the way way he stares at anyone interupting his serves, the boy run for his life and never approached you ever again
→ Luckily for the team, their setter was on fire and won the match quite easily
Nsfw
→ His jealousy definitely reflects in bed
→ Markings are reminders for everyone else, but the way you get the marks is how Atsumu's makes sure you will never forget who you belong to again
→ Very into edging you when he's jealous
→ He will tease you with open mouth kisses all over your sensitive spots, but won't let you cum until he's satisfied enough with his work
→ Which means he can keep you begging and whining for even 30 minutes without letting you reach a single orgasm
→ Worst (or best) case scenario, he'll tie you down, unable to move your limbs, with a blindfold covering your eyes, while he takes his sweet time observing how your body reacts to his every touch
→ "Now tell me, who makes you feel so good, huh?" "Y-You do Tsumu~" "Better say it louder, baby. I want everyone to know you're mine"
→ But if you made him jealous on purpose, then that's a whole different story
→ You bet he's a lot rougher
→ He won't hesitate to face fuck you while grabbing your hair tight, until he fills your throat with his seed
→ Lots of dirty talk
→ "Are you still thinking about that asshole? While my cock is deep inside you like that?"
→ No need to mention that you won't be able to walk for the next two days
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