i hope patroclus and achilles are juggling figs and going swimming together in the afterlife
Emmy let me hear your thoughts on this
All the inarizaki fellas are the types where if they accidentally “hurt” you(by which I mean literally manage to mildly bump you with an elbow) they’re all the types to be like “IVE ASSAULTED MY POOKIE I DESERVE TO DIE HOW CAN I EVER MOVE ON” am I right or am I right
DUFCBWNFJID THEY SO ARE OH MY GOD-
atsumu takes it the absolute hardest, literally the second you go "oh" (not even OW ATSUMU ITS OKAY-) he is whipping his head at you, eyes blown wide with remorse and watery as if he's genuinely injured you. he takes you in his big arms and rocks you back and forth, kissing your head and whispering apologies to you while you just cock your head and furrow your brows because you're literally fine.
on the other end of the spectrum, we have sunarin; and lets just say sunarin snickers at you when you trip in public. HOWEVER AND BUT, when it comes to anything with him potentially having any harm put towards you, he gets a few grey hairs and years off his expectancy. like one time, he suplexed you onto the couch, and he heard you hiss, and the entire mood changed. he immediately got onto his knees and cupped your face and was so sweet on you for the rest of the night bc he felt bad :(((( only to then, the next day, absolutely manhandle you out of his way while you're doing your skincare routine at the sink bc he needs to piss LMAOOOOOOO
As if he’s trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body, the shape of your soul. As if he doesn’t mold you like molasses underneath his fingertips, perpetuating his name into your being.
contains: f!reader, friends to lovers vibes, college au, mutual pining, heavily suggestive (hence me not tagging anyone from the gen taglist for this i'm sorry), non-sexual nudity (bathing together), no plot just one thousand words of atsumu miya being touch-starved
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You didn’t plan on taking him home.
But the words he murmured against the shell of your ear were a little too sweet and his kisses were a little too hungry; and maybe you’ve also dreamt a little too often about Atsumu Miya nudging your legs apart to slot himself between them while he pushes you against the nearest wall–until it all wasn’t a dream anymore.
It feels forbidden. As if you’re not supposed to know what it feels like to run your fingers over the shaved part of his neck. Or how his canine teeth graze the skin on the side of your neck, leaving trails of faint red marks. Or the way his muscles flex when you slip your hands underneath his shirt to feel him closer.
He’s just a guy who sits in front of you in class. Someone who occasionally asks you for a pencil or your notes just so he has a reason to turn around to you, who nudges your feet with his underneath the tables when you push them together for group work, who finds a lame excuse to linger behind when you’re too slow with packing up your bag after class, just so he can walk to the cafeteria together with you.
Atsumu shouldn’t be here; with his hair still a little damp from the shower and naked from the waist up in your bed, in your arms. He’s like a weighted blanket on top of you, his face hidden in the small space between your neck and your shoulder, his hot breath fanning across your skin. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, giving it a slight tug whenever his shameless fingers dip underneath the waistband of your shorts, followed by an airy laugh against your collarbone.
Just a kiss, you told yourself earlier in that dark corner you both found yourself in, his broad back shielding you from the eyes of anyone else at the party. It was as if he wanted you just for himself, something so easy to brush off as greedy. But there’s something else luring underneath the surface, underneath the carefully composed mask of brazenness he wears so well. You couldn’t figure out what it was, too dizzy from his kisses and his hands roaming your body, but now in the dim light and quiet of your bedroom you can see it so clearly.
Atsumu is touch-starved.
It shows. There is his hand on the small of your back when he leads you outside through the crowd of people. His fingers interlaced with yours in the back of the cab after he reached over you to secure your seatbelt for you. The stolen kisses during the elevator ride up to your floor and the scowl on his face when the elevator door opened, interrupting you too soon. Him kneeling in front of you while he helps you out of your heels, nimble fingers brushing over your ankle before loosening the clasp for you. The love-drunk expression he gives you when you grab his chin between two fingers, tilting it up so he’d look at you.
As if he’d ever take his eyes off you to begin with.
Not when he unzips the back of your dress till it slips to the floor with a soft thud. Not when you push him towards the bed, his hands catching your hips to pull you on top of him. Not when you unbuckle his belt, his fingers digging in the flesh of thighs, his chest heaving with every breath you draw out of him.
For someone who has never learned how to shut up in his entire life, Atsumu turns into a needy, whining mess underneath you. All coherent words seem to slip from his mind as badly as his self-composure. It’s like he’s pleading for your touch, to feel more of you, to have you fully, wholly, deeply. His hands grasp every part of you he can reach, sometimes gentle, mostly insatiable, always with utter adoration. As if you’re a dream that’ll crumble between his fingers when he blinks.
You bathe together afterwards–or you try, at least. It’s the night you learn that your bathtub is a little too cramped to hold you and someone of Atsumu’s size, but you make it work somehow with your back pressed against his chest, nestled between his legs, his hand splayed out over your stomach. His idle fingers draw small patterns against your skin and every now and then he leans down to press kisses against your shoulder, a low sound of affection rumbling in his chest when he does.
He washes your hair for you even though you didn’t ask him to, slender fingers working through every bit of tension in your scalp. Part of you believes he does it just so he can charm out more of these sweet little sounds from you that he seems to love so much, but then he tips your head back to kiss you upside down, smiling against your lips, and you think that maybe you’re not the only one who has fallen in love a long time ago.
Atsumu holds perfectly still when you dry off his hair with a towel. He sits on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread to make room for you standing between them. Looking down, you try hard not to think about how he had you grinding against his thick thighs earlier but to be fair it’s impossible to forget how that made you feel, the pulsing still present. There’s his grin again and your stomach does a little flip. I love having you like this, Atsumu murmurs and tugs you closer to him by your waist before trailing countless kisses up from your stomach to the valley of your chest, honey colored eyes never leaving yours.
As if he’s trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body, the shape of your soul. As if he doesn’t mold you like molasses underneath his fingertips, perpetuating his name into your being.
If Atsumu was a braver man he’d tell you all about the way you make his heart stumble. How the thought of you being with anyone else makes his chest coil and tighten. That only you allow him a calmness so unfamiliar it scares him sometimes. But the words are stuck in his throat and just won’t come out.
Not yet. Not when it’s you.
Because with you everything is different. With you his prideful heart unravels so easily, finding shelter in your palms. You give all of his touch a meaning, as if everything before you was just hollow. Golden, he thinks. Your love feels golden. Shining bright like a hundred suns, igniting a flame within him. Atsumu has long fallen for you without even realizing it. He gets it now, sees it so clearly when you smile at him; that it’s you. It’s always been you.
You both don’t bother getting fully dressed after your bath–there’s this unspoken unanimity that you won’t need these clothes for too long. Atsumu carries you over to the bed despite your protests, your laughter mingling with his when he drops you unceremoniously on the mattress and crawls on top of you again, half-crushing you underneath him. It’s a sound he wants to hear forever, paired with your playful shoves against his shoulder and your huffs and puffs, as if you didn’t hook your leg around his middle to keep him close to you. He kisses the side of your neck again, wondering where else he can leave his mark, and what waking up with you will feel like, and just how these three words will taste like once you lick them off his lips.
Ambrosial, he thinks. Just like you.
a/n: starting the year with an atsumu fic was not on my bingo card but here we are. @nekozaki hi ily this is mostly for you my liege
Osamu: Sorry about him.
Kiyoomi: YOU HEARD?!
Osamu: No, I just assume whenever ‘Sumu opens his mouth something horrible comes out.
omg hi eumy could u do rating the pet names u call him with atsumu pls pls pls ily 🤍🤍
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hi guys here's part 1 of this fic rec post... it has my bookmarked collection of AOT fics and my MHA fics in there, so check it out if you want 😉 tumblr wouldn't let me do a huge long post and I have way too many fics to recommend (bc I have way too much time on my hands) but here is my continuation of my AO3 master list featuring Haikyu!! and other random fics that melt my brain...
part 1 of my AO3 Master list My full bookmark list on AO3 My Dramione Fic Recs 2020 and 2021
EndHawks is weird ship that oddly works, and is actually super hot. This fic is hot and sweet at the same time. Endeavor’s kids are little and not super traumatized, just neglected. But Omega Keigo is ready to swoop in and fix this family. Little Sho is so cute in this, it’s actually soooo cute. Also Alpha Endeavor is so Zaddy. 10/10 fic.
“Home wrecking” sugar baby fic. Endeavor’s kids are actually hilarious and so is Hawks. Another family dynamic fic.
Shoto centric fic that I've read multiple times. I like dissociation fics because it’s such an interesting topic, and i love when authors incorporate it in such a creative way. Very angsty, so get ready to get in your feels.
MHA/AOT crossover. Izuku and Eren Yeager are the main characters. its actually insane. Lots of Angst. Lots of yelling (of course bc Eren is present). Prepare yourself for this journey.
Not a big fan of DekuBako ships, but this one is good bc Bakugo is an omega and not an asshole lol
Primetime authors:
Some crazyyyy stories from this author, but some good shit in there. Love their writing. I read TodoBaku and EndHawks from them. 10/10
some great gems with this writer. I read TodoDeku and TodoBaku from them, but they have so many other ships and their stories are great.
Creator of Yesterday Upon the Stair. Master of TodoDeku. Love them.
Haikyu is the first anime I’ve ever watched and my comfort show fr. I think Hinata is by far my favorite character ever, he’s just so cute and such a beast. I also love the side characters just as much as the main. Most of these fics aren’t really volleyball heavy, but it’s the hot characters that make the story *cough* Akaashi *cough*. Some really cute fics in this fandom.
featuring...
BokuAka SakuAtsu Hinata with everyone basically
Devastating. Awful. Get ready to cry. One of the most popular fics ever. So bad. But so good 😫
There’s fan art with this one shot that I literally cannot get over. This fic is so so cute and so fluffy, it’s to die for. Such a good read
First long fic I read of BokuAka and it was worth it. One of my fav fics I’ve ever read. The characterization of Bokuto and Akaashi is so good and so well thought out. They are so cute in this and learn to love each other despite their flaws. So cute. Literally gag me.
Very hot and sexy one shot of upstairs and downstairs neighbors.
BDSM heavy fic. Sub Bokuto. Very hot and sexy (and consensual)
Couldn't get enough of this story. Was so cute and so angsty and I hated them both but loved them so much.
Oh, this one is hot. Like really fucking sexy. The funniest thing in this fic is that Miya doesn’t last very long… Sexy and angsty. Loved reading this one.
Classic sexy time fic. Ya know I really love this ship bc Miya and Sakusa are both extremely hot and the writers never fail to remind me that they are both sculpted like gods and extremely good in bed.
Dom/sub fic with Kiyoomi as a sweetheart. My favorite thing in dom/sub fics is when the sub goes into headspace and their dom takes care of them. It just warms my heart. Very smutty, 10/10
Hinata/Kenma one shot. Very fast read and very fluffy and very very cute. They are so smoll.
Everyone simps for Hinata. So cute and fluffy.
So spicy. Like so fucking spicy it's insane. If you’re into reading gay shit (like, really fucking gay) this is the thing for you. It was hot. Yea. The plot is really good, too. I was entertained from start to finish. One of my favorite fics ever. 10/10
I found this gem on reddit, and I am so glad I stuck with it. One of my fav fics ever. I wasn't expecting much from a Toy Story fandom fic, but boy was I wrong. I loved reading every word of this fic and I ate it tf up. It is so uniquely crafted and beautifully written. Love this fic. 10/10
A whole revamp of their relationship and a really romantic one at that. Arranged marriage instead of kidnapping. Mature and sweet Rhaegar. Protective Jamie (no incest, thank god). Badass Lyanna. Great GOT Romance Fic.
I haven't really ventured into this fandom, but I finished season 2 of this show and I needed a little more with two those. The show is so fucking hot that I don’t really need to read anything about them bc I love their story. But this a modern day fic with Lestat as a rockstar, Claudia is his daughter, and Louis is Claudia’s babysitter. Very fluffy, angsty, and smutty.
I was looking for a sweet Werewolf comfort fic and I found one. I don’t know who these characters are relative to the fandom, but it’s a really sweet fic about finding your found family. Really cute
Another werewolf fic with yet another fandom I know nothing about. ABO dynamics with a deaf Alpha taking care of his omega. Very cute fic
Harry Potter
Like actually the best piece of literature I have ever read. Up there with Manacled. I laughed, cried, and screamed with this fic. When I finished it, I did not know what to do with my life. I’ve read this fic like three times and its so good every single time. Absolutely devastating but amazing. One of fucking favs. 10000/10
Fav. Fav. Fav. Just as good as the original, maybe even better (dare I say… FUCK IT THEY’RE BOTH SPECTACULAR). Messed me up so bad. Also did not know what to do with my life when I finished it. 10000/10
Dramione
Time travel. Draco has always loved Hermione and tried his very best to protect her. I hadn’t read Dramione in a while, but I found this fic and had to bookmark it. It was great
Possessive Draco and Badass Hermione. Like actually so badass its not even funny. She’s super powerful and smart and gorgeous and amazing and… It’s really good. Long, but worth it.
Hermione, Draco, and Malfoy Manner (yes it’s a sentient being) growing closer and learning secrets about each other. Refreshing fic with great writing and great Dramione.
I actually laughed out loud reading this fic. It’s so funny and the writing is so so so good. Their dynamic is so funny and they fit each other so fucking well. Another 10/10 fic that I’ve read multiple times. Its so good
okay. i’m done. bye