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COMPARING HAND SIZES — ft. osamu miya, atsumu miya, akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime

warnings — reader/you is implied to be shorter because of hand size difference, also let names (baby & love)

⨳OSAMU was confused as to why you wanted to compare hand sizes. you’ve held hands a million times so you both knew your hands were smaller. “do you just wanna hold my hand?” he asked with a skeptical look across his face. “maybe, maybe not.” you shrugged with a cheeky smile. letting out a sigh the man held up one of his hands and you pressed yours against it immediately. “would’ve never have guess your hands were bigger,” you joke before he interlocks your fingers. “yeah i bet,” osamu says sarcastically, rolling his eyes before leaning in and planting a quick kiss to your lips.

⨳ATSUMU would’ve suggested it not you. he thinks he’s so slick about it too. “baby let me see how different our hand sizes are,” he sort of asks before grabbing your hand and putting it right on his. “tsumu are you being serious right now?” you scoff when you feel him pull your hand to his. “you’ve got small hands,” he notes out loud as if you weren’t already aware. “good observation tsumu.” you roll your eyes pulling your hand away. “you’re no fun,” he pouts from beside you. without saying anything you grab his closest hand and interlock your fingers. “look we can hold hands,” you say holding up your hands. atsumu smiles at your hands and leans in to kiss your cheek.

⨳AKAASHI knew you were up to something when you asked for his hand. “why?” he asked cautiously as he held out his hand to you. “comparing hand size,” you responded while putting your palms on his. “wait, lowkey we have the same hand size.” you giggle at the sight. akaashi furrowed his eyebrows and blinked at your hands. two different sizes—completely different. “you think you’re funny.” he told you as he got a firm grip on your hand and puked you close to him. “completely different hand sizes love,” akaashi added before kissing the top of your forehead. “nice try though”

⨳IWAIZUMI always feeds into your antics and lets you do whatever. he can tolerate your nonsense because it’s second nature to him. “why are we comparing hand sizes like we’re in junior high?” he asked while holding his hand up to you. “i need an excuse to hold your hand.” you admit while placing your pal on his proudly. the brunette’s eyebrows are drawn together in confusion for a moment. “you don’t need an excuse,” he tells you and you smile. “i know i know, let me have fun for once,” you dismiss before interlocking your fingers with his. “fine,” he shakes his head lightly before kissing the top of your head.

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Omg I just saw a tiktok and it was the cutest thing ever! Okay so this girl goes up to her fiancé after his game (the like meet n greet or whatever) and acts like his fangirl! Could I get something like that for Atsumu please? (You don’t have to but thank you if you do <33333)

well hello, pretty stranger.

after atsumu signed yet another one of his fan's merchandise of him, he took in a deep breath and tried to brace himself for another round of smiling nonstop and acting all charming, like how his fans think of him as. it does get suffocating after a while of this, all he can imagine of to keep himself sane and from teetering at his wits' end is by dreaming of coming home in a few hours, laying down on your lap, and being treated to a night long full of loving between you two.

as he's stuck day dreaming about you, the next person in line comes up; with her excusing herself to him to catch his attention as he sat there, in a bit of a daze, imaging how soft your lap would be and how much he just wants to get this over with already so he can smother you with his affection.

he soon snaps out of his gaze when she waves her hand in front of his face a little, catching his attention. he quite literally snaps out of it, his back jolting in surprise as he gains sobriety once more and realizes just where he is and what he was doing before dreaming of you and your embrace. he chuckles and rubs the back of his head, an embarrassed smile on his face as he apologizes for not noticing her earlier.

he doesn't look at her face yet, but he politely takes the jersey she handed to him to sign, but for some reason, the feel of the jersey was... familiar. the smile fades from his lips as he looks over the clothing she handed him, seeing the number on the jersey was the same as his, but on the back, the words, "mrs. miya" were printed on them. it was then that atsumu realized... you came to his signing, you came to his meet and greet today.

all his wishes came true much earlier than he thought, and when atsumu looked up, his suspicions were confirmed. "um... are you okay, mr. miya?" you ask him with a shy, yet awfully knowing, smile; making atsumu do a double take and pause for a minute to collect his thoughts. he nodded and gave you a beaming smile. "yep! ...never been better." he muttered as he signed your jersey, taking all his time to let this moment with the woman he'd spend the rest of his life with in a few months linger for just a split second longer.

when you thank him and take the jersey back from him, he sneakily wraps his calloused hands around your wrist, gently pulling you close to him as he whispers in your ear, "thanks for saving my ass and sanity, babe. i love ya." and when he relinquished his grip on your wrists, leaving you flustered and unable to return his 'i love you', he looked to you from the side as you were about to leave and wait for him somewhere in the building, sending you a genuine smile of gratitude, and a wink your way. he couldn't wait to officially make you his mrs. miya in the future... you gave him enough energy and excitement to last 50 more of these meet and greets for one whole sitting!

Hello! I was wondering if you could do Atsumu w/ a s/o who tells their friends they play volleyball and their friends just start laughing and making jokes like “Oh no no no, you’d be benched because you’re too short” 🥲

it’s alright if not, I think I’ve only sent you angstier requests (sorry 😔) so it’s fine if you don’t want to do this. Have a good day/night regardless <333

"hey, shrimpy... what's all that they're gigglin' an' laughin' 'bout, hmm?" atsumu asks you in a whisper as you hand him the rogue volleyball that flew all the way to the back of the court. you felt too embarrassed to explain to your boyfriend just why exactly your friends were laughing at you; or more like, you were terrified of what atsumu might do to them, regardless if they just meant what they said as jokes or banter that stung you somehow.

you shook your head silently, insisting you didn't know or that it was something unfunny, but before you could walk away, atsumu gripped your wrist and walked up to you. "baby... you don't have to lie. i think... something's up between you and 'em, hmm? am i right or right?" he asked you with a slight smirk curving up on his lips.

you hesitate to tell him for a moment, but you shake your head once more in response, prompting the blonde to quit smirking, and look at you with such a soft expression on his face. he had known that from the very beginning, a lot of people looked down on you for your stature. despite being as talented as any tall volleyball player out there, you were never given a proper chance to prove your worth because of how outlandish the idea of a short person like you being able to overcome the hurdles that stood behind that net.

his hand slid down to your fingers, then to your palm, and the back of your hand. he held your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, and rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner with the pad of his thumb. "hey... don't listen to what they say." he blurted out of the blue, making you turn around to face him with glassy eyes that threatened to spill out tears any moment now. he smiled at you sweetly and wiped the tears from your eyes gently with his other hand after setting the ball down.

"you are so talented, and if they can't see your worth past for what you're lacking... then they're all full of bullshit." he chuckles out from under his breath, shaking his head lightly at how utterly wrong your friends are for laughing at you for your small size, and not supporting you for how great you are beyond how you may seem. "even if they're joking, they should support you a great deal... but if not them, i could always do it for you, my cutie; my amazing, strong and powerful cutie." he murmurs into your ear after leaning closer to you, kissing your ear and wrapping his muscular arms around you and holding you tightly.

"and besides... such a cute height like this really makes me feel so fond of you. look how comfy i am with resting my chin on your pretty little head, hmm?" he teases as you knit your brows together in embarrassment and frustration. looks like your cocky bastard of a boyfriend can say meaningful, worthwhile things sometimes... and make you feel good about yourself, feel supported, for who you are no matter what you were born with.

"YOU'RE IT FOR ME."

— KOZUME KENMA.

p.s. the Yukimi mentioned here is a character from one of my fics in ao3 + I would see Kenma as the type of person who have doubts and insecurities at the beginning of a relationship and his s/o will be the one who would constantly remind him that he's it for them, that choosing him will always be worth it.

He was baffled by how intense her eyes looked under the streetlight, their chocolate sheen glistening with determination and melancholy that sent a wave of guilt through him. He had every right to feel this way because he was never exposed to the feeling of having someone show their romantic intentions to him. Everything he knew about showing affection to a significant other was always witnessed by the sidelines. It was all so new to him that he found himself scrunching his face in disbelief. Because how can such a magnificent girl love him?

He doesn't deserve this.

Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Kenma looked up to meet her gaze with a glare. "I don't understand why you like me so much. I'm this unfit and unhealthy guy in Nekoma, surviving his last year there as a wallflower. I'm short and I'm not the most flashy guy out there. In fact, some people from other schools talk about me being limp and unsteady from the way I just stand still when I'm in court in practice matches. I've been a shell of a person when Kuroo and Yukimi-san went away for university because I don't have anybody I really considered to be my friends, unlike the way they warmed my heart. I don't deserve your love.

"I'm so sorry for telling you this when we started our relationship and I deeply apologize if i sound insensitive—"

"Kenma."

His heart jolted as the syllables of his name were uttered with utmost care and adoration. His golden eyes lifted from the ground and met with hers, which looked so serene for someone who was just told that she deserves someone better.

"When you start talking like that, it made me want to tell you the many things I love about you," she chuckled.

"I love your hair. I know you sometimes express your hate for it because someone mentions that you look more feminine with it, but I will always find comfort in running my fingers through those blonde locks and I love the way you would relax when I do that. I love your calculating eyes, those golden hues that seem to pop and shine when you're out on court and when you would successfully execute an amazing play all on your own. I love your soft and soothing voice. Though Yamamoto-senpai always told you to raise your voice more often, I'd rather you keep talking in your usual timbre because it screams how delicate you are. I love your hands, Kenma. Being a volleyball player means that one should have callous fingers from the rigorous training you experience but I will always admire how yours stay lovely like a pianist. I love the spark in your stoic face when I would wear your old jacket in games, it makes me happy to know that you like it. Above all, I love your brilliant mind and how it analyzes every single move and mannerism a person has.

"Thanks to Yukimi-senpai begging me to be the club's manager, I managed to meet you and get to know you better — what makes you smile, what makes you disappointed, what makes you tick. I will always be grateful for her because if she didn't approach me that day, I would never have met a rare gem such as you.

"As for the people who talked about how unsteady and unflashy you are, I don't believe them. Because the Kenma I know is so much more than what they believed. No matter what they say, I will always believe and support you, even in your bad times — I will always be there to cheer you up unknowingly that you will be caught off guard. If you feel down about yourself, I will be the one responsible for lifting your spirits up so that you wouldn't drown.

"You will always be the one I've fallen for. Nothing and nobody can change that. Who cares what they say anyway? I got Nekoma's brain and I'm proud of you so much that I want to announce it to the world.

"You're it for me, Kenma, and it was like fate worked so hard for us to meet. And when the day comes when the flowers wither, just remember that my heart will always be yours."

Kenma gaped at her with unshed tears, her declaration rendering him speechless. He looked on the ground as he tried to swallow down his sob, cursing at the ponytail for revealing his teary face. "Why do you keep saying things that make me fall deeper for you. Just the way you look at me right now, why does it feel like I have the entire world?"

She smiled and it made her look pulchritudinous, Kenma thought. Opening her eyes, Kenma's heart ached with a vast amount of emotions. "That's because you are my world, Kenma, and I would give you anything to make you happy."

Kenma felt a tear slip from his eye, his gaze locking with her teary ones. "And you are mine, too, [Name]."

message delivered | miya atsumu

this is part 2 to typing… find part one here!

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, size kink, light hair pulling, praise, oral (male & fem receiving), fingering

wc: 4.9k

A/N: this was supposed to be a 1.5k pwp. idk what happened. thank u to @atsumuse for hyping me up the entire time i was writing this and being my baeta

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since that one crazy, unbelievable drunk night when you spilled your guts about how sexy you thought Miya Atsumu, MSBY Setter #13, was. Since then, it feels like you’ve constantly been walking on air. After Bokuto had so rudely interrupted your video call with Atsumu, the latter had been quick to give you his number, asking you if you had time the following day to “finish what we started”.

Unfortunately, you didn’t. As much as you wanted to drop all of your responsibilities, you’d had prior obligations and couldn’t find any excuse out of them. You cursed being an adult, responding with disappointment and shaky fingers, hoping that Atsumu wouldn’t ghost you for not jumping at the opportunity to meet up with him. Luckily, he was completely understanding, saying that the next time he’ll be in town will be in two weeks and that he hopes he’ll get the chance to see you then.

That didn’t stop you two from texting each other nonstop, especially now that you had his number. At first you were hesitant, not wanting to come off as too clingy or obsessive, but with every passing day and text exchanged between the two of you, that quickly wore off. It helped that Atsumu always returned your enthusiastic energy and reciprocated the eager itch you felt in your fingers. 

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typing... | miya atsumu

After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation

wc: 3.7k

A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse​ for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!

find part two, message delivered, here!

Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.

One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”

Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”

“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.

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jus' a silly guy who enjoys writing ! I do take requests sometimes but i mostly write what's on my mind. here's a breakdown of my blog! (things you might see and can request٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)

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୨⎯ "trope wise" ⎯୧

fake relationship

(best) friends to lovers

rivals to lovers

forbidden relationship

strangers to lovers (to strangers)

opposites attract

love at first sight

stalkerS to lovers

unreliable narrator

୨⎯ "genre wise" ⎯୧

ANGST.

(sometimes) fluff

horror/thriller

(dark) romance

fantasy

୨⎯ "fandoms" ⎯୧

jujutsu kaisen

haikyu!!

my hero academia

promised neverland

୨⎯ "readers (?)" ⎯୧

oc x oc

oc x character

all gender readers

all body type readers

character x character

୨⎯ "POV" ⎯୧

2nd person POV

1st person POV

୨⎯ "other" ⎯୧

book rants!

random updates

twitch promotion! (staargaazing_)

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Everyone has their limits and boundaries, so do I! You've seen things you may request and stuff I will post about! Here's stuff I do NOT want to see in my comments/request...(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

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Age gap..(ex. 18 & 42)

INCEST/STEPCEST

kidnapper/kidnapped to lovers

love triangles...(¬､¬)

second chance (cheating wise)

୨⎯ "genre" ⎯୧

SMUT. (minor lol)

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literally anything bookwise b/c i feel like i would make everything OOC. i can't characterize anything that does not have a direct picture in my face

IRL/ live action shows. I don't watch any of those and i have a sever fear of mischaracterization

i guess we'll know when we get there!

୨⎯ "readers (?)" ⎯୧

child reader. (ex. -16)

oc x reader

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none. i can do third reader, it's just not typical

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racism

homophobia

non feminist agendas

ableism

religious themes

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this obviously isn't everything b/c I'm human and can't remember everything i will/won't do. but i will change and add as i go through everything.

i just ask for respect when coming here and for some constructive criticism!

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rintarou suna would let you talk him into getting a dick piercing. “rin cmon, just try. if you hate it so much you can always just remove it and let it close up.” he’s used to giving people piercings and tattoos all around for a little extra side cash (my tattoo artist suna smutshot), so he has little hesitancy when instructing you on how to put the prince albert piercing through the tip of his cock. but little doesn’t mean none. “baby it’s gonna hurt.” rintarou seems like he’s a tough guy. one who next to never complains about pain— but that is so far beyond the truth. he whines about every little thing, simply because he has no problem being obnoxious around you. you’ll love him anyway. so when he whines about how painful it’s gonna be, all you can do is laugh at his childish antics. he’ll furrow his brows together and push out his bottom lip slightly more, making himself look like the epitome of a whiner.

“baby it’ll hurt so bad, i’m gonna need you to kiss it better. you’ll kiss it better, right princess?”

“it hurts, honey, whenever you bring it up it reminds me it’s there and then it’s sore again.”

“i don’t even want to wear clothes, the thought of even underwear sounds so painful baby”

but once it’s been just two days and he’s forgotten about the initial pain, he’ll be buried balls deep in your tight little cunny, cool metal hitting the spongey spot deep in there that your fingers alone could never reach. the way the second bulb of metal peeks out from underneath the tip gives you added stimulation as it drags through your heated walls, bringing you closer and closer.

“y’know, sweets, i think i like this little cock piercing you talked me into. makes you scream, and i like when you’re loud for me.”

what may have stated as a half joking test ended in rintarou suna having a new second favorite piercing. though, nothing can beat the reactions you give him for the metal ball on his mid-tongue.

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quick a/n: guys i’m so determined to leave my flop era this summer bc school gets out for me in like two weeks so i’m gonna hopefully be able to flood you all with content!! it’s 10am and i haven’t slept a WINK so here’s some dick piercing suna brain rot bc i need him so bad

just thinking about if rintarou suna had a dick piercing. he’ll have you folded in a mating press, legs on his shoulders, his dick hitting the gummy spot inside your cute little pussy… and the cold metal of the piercing hitting against your gspot. it’s essentially temperature play with how he’s using your dripping cunt to amuse himself. flicking your sensitive interior crevices with the cool metal, watching and laughing with his tongue pistoning out and in of you. giggling when your stomach clenches, when your back arches, etc.