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bringing their kids to interviews ft. hq men

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — cw. fluff, established relationship, post timeskip duh kids ages range in 1-6 at max, characters included: iwaizumi, oikawa, kuroo, atsumu, osamu, sakusa, kageyama, hinata, ushijima, bokuto

iwaizumi subconsciously rubs his thumb on your son's back when he taps his chest, asking for his lion plushie that your husband had forgotten, stuck in the bag you had brought whenever it was a day you'd go out with your son.

"and i would like to thank my-" - "papa!" the smaller version of himself basically pulling at his tie while he tries to answer properly. he'd stay perfectly in control though, just to set the scene.

he just tickles the little guy until he stops fussing, at least until he finishes the question. "god, the little man is incredibly eager today, aren't you?" the athlete walks over to your on the sides, escorted by a few bodyguards as you take the hazelnut-headed baby from his arms.

oikawa happily introduces both him and his little girl before answering a few questions. whether those questions are about his gameplay or hi personal life, he answers whatever he can. what people find most adorable is how identical the grin on his daughter face was to his own.

"ah, my spouse? they're actually sitting over there- no i'm not going to point so no one crowds them." the same enthusiasm you fell in love with made you sigh while a few of his teammates stand nearby to bodyguard you in a way.

"dada! wanna say hi to mama/papa!" - "go wave, sweetie, they're right there!"

kuroo has his carbon copy sat on his lap, the little boy having hidden his face for a while in his father's vest, you questioned if it was really a good time to show the world he had a child- well, that's before you knew that crow jr. was just fast asleep.

"ah you know kids, they sleep easy, a luxury i wish i could still have." - "da... i wan' mama/papa..." tugging at the hem of his clothes, you could feel your heart warm when the microphone picked up your son's words.

"we can go to 'em later, okay?" - "huuungry..."

atsumu was getting interviewed right after a game, getting caught offguard, he didn't have time to put his girls down. the older girl being two years more than the smaller girl, one stood and one sat respectively. at least that's the stance he took after tossing them both into the air at least thrice.

"ha? oh! ohohohoh- yeah, these are my kids! just the prettiest in the whole world, aren't they?" placing a kiss on both of their heads, "clearly they take after their mother/father, yeah?"

you could only feel your face heat up hours later when you're rewatching the interview for yourself. "what're ya blushin' 'bout?? was tellin' them the truth!"

osamu gladly introduced the twins you had blessed him with, the two boys that were finally revealed at onigiri miya; helping their father out with work and serving customers with the smile osamu only offered to the love of his life, you.

"mmhhmm, yeah, my boys are amazin' at everythin', aren't they? learned from the best, and look like the best. me and their mother/father respectively."

"'samu, you were so sweet up there but you know damn well they learned how to help you because i pushed them to?" - "yeah yeah. don't take all the credit, beautiful."

sakusa keeps his distance by himself, and it only worsens when his little girl is in the vicinity of cameras, and lights when he finally gets out the locker room post-game. despite the eyerolls and such, he really isn't gonna be a man above flexing about how pretty his little girl is.

"of course she is my daughter, beautiful and much more bearable than you all." is all he really gets out before leaving the limelight to go back to where the two of you were.

"wow, really wouldn't give them a chance?" you smoothly slid a smoothie into his freehand for him and the young lady to share; said little lady already reaching out for the shaved flavored ice. "god, you really want people to know about our life or what?" - "was just joking, 'omi!"

kageyama is... well both him and his barely one year old toddler didn't like the amount of questions being asked, and yearned only for one thing left; to go back to the arms of mama/papa...

"i- yes, she is my daught- no she hasn't been enrol... i..." the little girl looks up at him and blinks anticipatedly, as if telepathically communicatin with her father, she starts to fake a loud cry that successfully gets him out of the spotlight.

"aw is my baby- oh, she's already okay? i thought she was crying?" - "oh you know things babe, i'm just a great dad." he places a kiss onto the little girl's head that makes her babble happily.

hinata, one moment was tossing her up into the air, next thing five journalists and three cameramen are already in his face, asking whose child is it... well, they had the same orange hair... who else's kid would this be?

"uh, yeah, she's my kid. she, and my beautiful partner are my inspiration during matches yes." - "dada! i want hooome!!"

he reluctantly answered only the questions that concerned the games for the next five minutes before coming back to you. "jeez, so many interviewers, huh?" - "okay, mr. popular, our daughter seems hungry."

ushijima is on stage, mic and everything as per usual, but this time the cameras weren't really focused too much on him, rather on the little girl that grasped his jacket's collar with amazement. whispering little words that the mic would pick up, people couldn't help but 'aww' at her!

"yes, the match was very beneficial for the growth of our team." - "ba... pa... papa..." would echo silently right behind the athelete's firm words, he probably couldn't see it, but you could easily spot how easily the crowd faltered at the hands of your daughter.

holding your son's hand, you walk over to your husband as he comes back, "seems like someone's talkative tonight." - "i believe so, our daughter likes the press."

bokuto was pulled onto a stage to talk about his most recent match and how his fake spike came up as an option in his mind. be surprised but i believe he'd be the kind to answer while catering to his daughter. sitting on his lap while he had a large hand around her small body.

"yes! that spike- god it just, you should know... sweetheart, don't eat that; the adrenaline an athlete experiences during a match makes your brain work overtime! and- baby, you know your mother/father is gonna kill me for this-"

long story short he's kinda got it under his control until he realizes 'yooo im a good dad while answering questions professionally'.

im tenya iida

Atsumu loves calling you his wife.

He’ll say it to his friends, family, complete strangers, really, anyone who’ll listen. He’s got absolutely no shame about it.

In his head, it’s bound to happen anyways, so why not start early?

One morning, you’re out on the outdoor volleyball court, huffing and puffing as you scramble after every one of his impossible hits.

An older woman passing by lets out a little, “Oh!”, as she smiles at the blonde, “That’s a lot of work this early in the morning”, she playfully says.

“Eh”, he immediately shrugs, shootin her a real charming grin, “Whatever the wife wants, right?”

The woman laughs, giving his shoulder a light pat before continuing on her walk.

You freeze for half a second. Heat rushes to your face, stomach doing a stupid little flip.

“Shut up,” you mumble, cheeks warming despite the grin tugging at your lips

He turns back to you, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Then he smiles, that soft, fond one that always catches you off guard, always melts you just a little.

“Yes, ma’am”

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A/N: this is so short idc loverboy atsumu needed his spotlight

they’re trying so hard to behave

⤷summary: totally innocent things you do that makes them lose their minds a little

⤷content: fluff, light crack, suggestive undertones??, established relationship

⤷characters: miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi, miya atsumu, kita shinsuke, and tsukishima kei

‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁ OSAMU MIYA

it’s the sauce again.

you’re perched on the counter in one of his shirts, eating fried chicken with your fingers, and you don’t even notice him watching.

“you’re starin’,” you say, voice muffled with food.

“am not.” he’s absolutely lying.

you’re atsumu miya’s highschool sweetheart.

you met him during your time as inarizaki’s manager for the boy’s volleyball team, putting away equipment after practice as he trained late nights in that small high school gymnasium. once graduation came along and you went off to do your own thing, you stayed on the sidelines, cheering him on the same way he does with everything you do.

it’s a sad fate for all of his fan girls, really. the moment he takes his first steps on the court as a pro with the msby jackals, he’s already taken. his first press conference sends storms through the media—this handsome, charming young rookie steals japan’s heart with every wink the cameras catch.

but what they don’t see at first is who atsumu’s really winking at, and it’s not the cameras. it’s you, up in the stands wearing his jersey and cheering for him every game without fail.

there’s one post-game interview that really gets his fans going.

“atsumu, great game today! as a rookie, do you feel the pressure of the professional world setting in yet?” a short female reporter with a courtside access pass around her neck shoves a microphone in atsumu’s face before he can even catch his breath.

“there’s always pressure at this level, ya’ know. but i pour my heart out into my training and i think it translates well onto the court. plus, i’ve got my girl to support me.”

a look of confusion passes over the reporter’s face before she collects herself with a polite smile. “i’m sorry, your girl?”

“yeah,” he smiles at you, waiting for him off to the side. “she’s a little camera shy. but sorry to break the news, she’s already stolen my heart. cheesy, i know.”

“so we have a case of high school sweethearts, i see,” she’s quick to switch the topic back to volleyball, “and about that play in the first half. . .”

the media sends a mixed response afterwards, but it’s certain that there’s plenty of talk about atsumu’s love life. there’s the comments on how adorable your young love is, questions about who atsumu’s mysterious lover could be, posts gushing over the way he looks at you or how he’s always seen with a bouquet of flowers after a match, disappointed fangirls that know they’ll never have a chance—and the list could go on.

but beyond the internet hype, everyone can tell how much atsumu loves you when he can never keep his girl out of the conversation.

Osamu x freader smut (NSFW)

Sum: Osamu is railing your guts when you suddenly hear a sound…then you come face to face with a surprise guest…who could it possibly be?? Gasp…ATSUMU!!! Wc: 1.1k

A/n: this is my mbappe special. Okay?

Warning: pet names, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, biting, getting heard having sex, swearing, pet names

“Look at ya, baby, yer such a fuckin’ mess for me, aren’t ya?” Osamu panted, pushing your knees to your chest as he pounded into your dripping wet cunt.

You couldn’t respond, mouth plugged by his fingers shoved into the back of your throat while you gagged and drooled all over them. He just watched, sweat dripping from his forehead, gathering on his raised brows as he fucked you through it.

He came back from work frustrated after a long day. Shoulder slouching in his tight, black, full sleeve shirt that always hugged so deliciously around his biceps. Broad shoulder expanding and strong. His hair was nappy from sitting under his work cap all day as he stroked it with a heavy, frustrated sigh. You offered him a massage, innocent, sweet. Hoping it would help relieve the tension built up in his muscles but that never went straight.

So, here you were: getting used and gutted like a toy by your husband.

“Cmon, girl, say somethin’” he chuckled, pinching your clit to earn that loud squeal from you that got him off even more.

“Mmmfffgggg—“ you gagged, gripping his wrist for mercy.

Osamu only picked his pace up, cock curving into all the spots that begged for him, filling you up in a way that you couldn’t move without moving his cock that was inside you. The bed frame shook with that loud squeak that would make anyone flinch with concern.

handsy 250K likes special

timeskip!miya atsumu x f!reader

boyfriend!atsumu can’t keep his hands to himself. they’re always on you.. or in. c/w: 1.7k, fluff, heavily suggestive !! read at your own risk :3

this thing starts with a sock. yes, your sock. which atsumu had tucked into his practice bag like a holy relic because he claimed it ‘smelled like home,’ which was just a fancy way of saying he’s a massive weirdo who can’t function if he isn’t within breathing distance of your skin cells.

being msby’s star setter apparently didn’t come with enough ego to offset the fact that he was, at his core, a cling-wrap. he loves you so much, he was colonizing your personal space. if you were a planet, atsumu was the moon, the atmosphere, and the annoying little satellites circling you 24/7.

You just stepped into the shower when you heard the bathroom door open and watched in confusion as your husband carried a kitchen chair inside.

"Hi.", you said tentatively.

"Hi back."

"Uhm, babe, I love you, but… what are you doing?"

"You wanted me to catch you up on everything, so that's what I'm gonna do."

You had just returned from a business trip about 10 minutes ago and everything you wanted to do was have a nice hot shower, then snuggle up to your husband and enjoy the weekend by not moving an inch. But you figured, when you asked him to tell you about his day, he'd… wait until you were on the couch together.

"I-", your frown turned into an incredulous chuckle, "You know what? Okay. Hit me."

You turned on the water as he got comfortable, reaching into a bag of snacks he had brought - not without running appreciative eyes over the soft round body he had been deprived of for a whole week.

"As I was saying, there I was. In the produce aisle, trying to decide between cherry and heirloom tomatoes. I know we always get both but-"

a/n: it’s giving puppy with separation anxiety.

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Sugawara, Suna, Inuoka, Hinata, Oikawa, your clingy fave

atsumu who nearly misses his serves whenever you come in his line of view, his focus moving from the blue and yellow ball to you, your captivating smile and swooping hair completely enamoring him as you talk to his captain.

atsumu who loses all his cockiness when you’re around, all the arrogance and pride will be replaced with pure nervousness. he’ll stutter over all the syllables coming out of his mouth, even a small “hi” won’t come out properly.

atsumu who gets endlessly teased by his team about his crush on you, imitating how he short circuits when you’re in his vicinity. eliciting laughter from everyone but atsumu. although his comebacks lack the usual arrogance and fire.

atsumu who nearly exploded into a million tiny little pieces when you looked his way, giving him the most soft, angelic smile ever. even if only for a second, then moving your attention back to your english homework.

atsumu who actually exploded when you talked to him, turning around on your chair to ask him if he had the notes for science, which much to his demise he didn’t. but that doesn’t matter, you actually talked to him. you asked him a question that you could’ve asked anyone else, but you asked him.

atsumu who felt like he was on cloud nine when you called him by his first name, not just ‘miya-kun’ but his first name, not the one he shares with another person. but actually ‘atsumu’ in that sweet honey voice of yours.

atsumu who’ll probably never be normal around you, he’ll stay the nervous wreck he is, he won’t be able to function properly if you smile or talk to him, unless he ever confesses ofcourse.