#alpha miya twins

[arxonaut]

Atsumu knows his husband is not having a good day. He woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, he barely ate breakfast, and if Atsumu remembers right, he has two long meetings for today. It's only right that he gives his absolute best to make sure Kiyoomi comes back in a warm, loving home.

It's few minutes before Kiyoomi gets home. House is clean, dinner is all set and still hot. Same with the bath filled with Kiyoomi's favorite scent. And most important of all, their nest is neat and filled with both of their scented clothes.

The door knob rattles as a key is inserted, but Atsumu's faster, opening it before the person behind can fully get it in.

"Welcome home, Omi." He greets his husband.

Kiyoomi was surprised, but recovers quick.

"I'm home." He gets in, smiling at the sight of his sweet, sweet, wife.

"Prepared something for ya." Atsumu drops to his knees before Kiyoomi, untying his shoes and replacing it with his house slippers.

"Yeah? What is it?" Kiyoomi nuzzles on Atsumu's hair as he stands.

"Just something simple." Atsumu gives him a peck on the lips. "Bath or dinner?" He asks, wrapping his arms around Kiyoomi.

"I think bath first. I feel gross." Kiyoomi scrunches his nose, which Atsumu kisses.

"Alright then." Atsumu pulls him up to their room, taking his bag and unbuttoning his shirt for him. "Get in there love, I'll get ya towels and clothes."

Kiyoomi happily obliges, but not without giving his wife a kiss.

Atsumu takes his time warming up towels in the dryer and scenting Kiyoomi's favorite lounge shirt.

Meanwhile, Kiyoomi stays in the bath long enough to get his body clean and his mind to relax, but not any longer. He knows there's dinner waiting downstairs, and making a Miya's homemade food wait is a sin.

"Done?" Atsumu asks, just standing outside the bathroom, as Kiyoomi opens the door.

"Yeah." Kiyoomi's taking the towel, but Atsumu wraps it around him first, ruffling his hair with it, patting on his face, then drying the rest of him.

Kiyoomi felt so warm, not only from the towel, but from Atsumu giving him the utmost love and care one can get.

Atsumu sets the towel aside, and Kiyoomi snatches the shirt, wearing it before Atsumu can do it for him too.

"Naughty Alpha." Atsumu chuckles, squeezing Kiyoomi's cheeks together.

Kiyoomi only smiles, turning his omega around by the shoulder and giving him a back hug. "What's for dinner love?"

"You'll see. Come on."

Kiyoomi follows Atsumu to the dining hall, and was greeted with the aroma of miso soup and unagi.

Kiyoomi can't help the rumbling of his stomach.

Atsumu laughs.

"Go on Omi. It's all yours." He gently pushes Kiyoomi onto his usual chair, giving his two moles kisses before sitting himself.

"Thanks for the food." Kiyoomi mutters before digging in.

"Good?" Atsumu asks after swallowing his own food.

"The best." Kiyoomi replies, rice and eel still in his mouth.

"It better be. Asked Samu to get me some eels from his supplier in Hamamatsu. Wasas still alive when it got here."

"You killed it yourself?" Kiyoomi asks, knowing Atsumu's distaste for handling live fish.

"Nah." Atsumu scrunches his nose. "Got Samu to do it, then I did the rest."

"Good. Don't do anything you don't like."

"I won't." Atsumu smiles at him. "Don't worry."

The rest of their meal was enjoyed in relative silence, before they went to wash the dishes together.

The low hum of two toothbrushes echoes just right after, and finally, Atsumu takes Kiyoomi to their nest.

"Come here Alpha. Let's cuddle." Atsumu gets in first, opening his arms as invitation for his alpha.

Kiyoomi happily gets in, resting his head on Atsumu's chest and letting his wife cage him with his arms.

"Ya had a long a day, huh." Atsumu coos while caressing his head.

Kiyoomi hums, enjoying the warm embrace.

"My alpha's so good. Providing for me. Working nonstop just for me. The best in the world." Atsumu peppers Kiyoomi's face with kisses just as he showers him with praise.

Kiyoomi can only purr so loud, burying his face in Atsumu's neck, right where his scent gland is.

"You're so so so so good for me, alpha. I love you sooo much. Want yer pups so bad." Another litany of praises come in.

Kiyoomi feels like he's in heaven.

He wraps his legs around his wife, tightening his arms as well, trying to merge with him.

"Don't tempt me." He growls, or at least tries to. It came out more like a purr.

Atsumu chuckles, releasing his freshly baked bread and cinnamon scent.

"Go to sleep alpha, lemme take care of ya." Atsumu tightens his embrace, before giving him one last good night kiss.

Kiyoomi is only a man, made to follow his deity's words.

And so, he falls asleep, in the arms of the man he kneels for.

Ao3 here

[teamatsumu]

primal. (miya osamu x reader)

word count: 2586

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, fem!omega reader, porn with minimal plot, swearing, typical omegaverse jargon (scent, heat, rut, slick, knot)

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose

This was getting ridiculous.

Three whole days Osamu had not spoken to you. And for what? Because of a stupid argument you had about his new menu? In your mind, if he didn't want constructive criticism, he really should not have asked you for your opinion.

(You tried to ignore the gnawing guilt you felt that maybe you had been too harsh.)

But still, was it worth being this upset about? He hadn't replied to any of your messages. His phone was going straight to voicemail, and to top it off, even Atsumu hadn't heard from him. The blond twin had told you to just give him some space, and that he was ‘going through it’. But you scoffed. What exactly was he going through? All this over a controversial menu item? You didn't know Osamu could be so unreasonable over something so stupid.

Which is why you were standing at his door now, knocking for the last ten fucking minutes, while he didn't even bother to respond or open up. Your knocking had now progressed to vicious pounding, and you didn't give a shit if the neighbours heard. You were pissed. Osamu was being a baby and not communicating with you and you would make him talk if it was the last thing you did.

“Open this fucking door, Osamu!” You shouted for the tenth time.

“Go away!” Finally. Now that Osamu had gotten tired of your incessant pounding, he had finally responded. Triumph coarsed through you.

“I knew you were in there!” One more smack on the wood. “Open up. Now!”

“I'm tellin’ ya to go away.” His voice sounded strained. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit.

“What's up with you?”

There was some shuffling, and then a pained groan. Your muscles stiffened in alarm.

“Samu?” You could feel your anger drain away, replaced by worry. “Are you okay? Open the door!”

“Just go away. Everythin’ is fine. I'm not mad at ya. I just need ya to…. get away.”

You couldn't ignore the pain in his voice anymore. You tried the doorknob again to no avail. “Please let me in. I'm getting worried.”

Silence again. You leaned against the door, your panic only building. “Samu, please.”

Your anger was non-existent now. It didn't matter to you whatever stupid fight you two had gotten into. Your paranoid mind was racing and all you could think about was a million different ways that Osamu might be hurt. If anything happened to him…

Your heart imperceptibly broke.

You had known Osamu since high school, when him and his brother would melt your brain with their unnecessary fighting and competition. He was young and naive then, with that godawful gray hair that he thankfully abandoned after high school, and an attitude so fiery it left most other people in the dust. You couldn't understand why you were so attracted to him at first glance, but then he presented as an Alpha mere months after you first met, and your attraction to him became quite clear.

More than anything else, Osamu was your close friend. He understood you in a way his twin didn't, and you liked to think you were a good friend to him too. You kept your feelings for him pretty tightly wrapped up in your heart, afraid that an Alpha like him wouldn't want you. He was desired widely by many, many omegas. And he had always turned them down. If all those prime omegas weren't good enough for him, you didn't stand a chance.

So you lived with him as your friend, because you would rather have that than nothing at all.

You knocked on the door again, more softly this time, knowing he was right on the other side. “Samu, please let me in. Let me see.”

There was a thunk. You assumed Osamu had leaned his forehead against the door. “Omega…”

It clicked in you, like gears fitting into place. Your heart raced. You shuffled closer to the door until there was no more space left. You sniffed carefully.

There was his scent, heady and musky, sandalwood and something you had come to associate only with Osamu. A scent you had loved for so long it made you want to buckle to your knees. It was strong, heavier than any time you had smelled it before. It made your eyes cross, your breath pause. Something in your core stirred.

“Your rut?” You mumbled. You knew he heard you.

Osamu groaned low in response. Your thighs clenched.

Over the years, you observed that Osamu's ruts were rare. Maybe once every three months. He would always disappear a few days beforehand, and didn't reappear until it was well over and done. Atsumu said that since his ruts were so spaced out, they would always hit really hard. So you tended to leave him alone until he reached out first, talking normally and as if nothing had happened, picking up where he left off.

In your anger and with your fight fresh in your mind, you didn't realize that Osamu had likely gone off the grid because of his rut, and not because he was ignoring you. Now you were standing here, mere inches from an Alpha in full rut, with your own core tightening and something wet slowly dripping down the crease of your thigh. Your inhibition was slowly dissipating the more you frantically tried to breathe his faint scent. Your omega purred and whined.

“I could help.” You dared say. “I could help you, Alpha.”

Another groan, low and desperate, and you felt like it was rattling through your very soul. You bit your lip hard, hand twitching to move between your thighs, but you remained frozen. Osamu didn't move away from the door. His pants grew louder, and then he whined.

“Are you sure?” His muffled voice came, almost broken with desire. He wanted- needed- you to say yes. You nodded vigorously even if he couldn't see you.

“Yes!”

Some thudding, clicking, and then he pulled open the door. Your breath caught at the sight of him.

He was gloriously shirtless, and his loose sweatpants were doing nothing to hide his problem either. His erection was obvious, straining and standing against the struggling material of his pants. It would look almost comical if you weren't horny out of your fucking mind right now. His bare torso shone with a thin layer of sweat. You bit your lip so hard you were sure you drew blood.

“Holy fuck, you smell good.” Osamu's nose, more sensitive with his rut, twitched. His eyelids fluttered, and he took in a deep breath. You stared at him some more, wondering if you were dreaming.

“What are ya standin’ there for? C’mere, Omega.”

He tugged on your arm, until your body was making contact with his. Your hands rested on his chest, and you could feel how rapidly his heart was beating. He leaned down until his face was mere inches from yours. His breath hit your lips, made them tingle. Your core clenched painfully. His scent got stronger.

“Ya sure ya want this?”

You didn’t even have the strength to nod, feeling lightheaded. You only tilted your face up until your lips brushed his. “Please.”

A breathy curse, and then he was kissing you. His arms wrapped tight around your back, like he was scared you would disappear, one hand gripping possessively over your hip. You suspected it would leave a bruise.

You wanted it to leave a bruise.

He left you breathless when your lips parted. He tugged you in further and shut the door with a loud bang, before pushing you back against it. The manhandling turned you on to no end, the thought that you were someone Osamu was about to use to satisfy himself. Your already aroused mind went wild at the notion and you arched into him when he crowded you against the door, lips meeting in a frenzy. He bit and licked your mouth raw, invading your mouth like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you. You dug your nails into his biceps, reveling in the feeling of him, of finally having him the way you wanted. Your panties were soaked through by now. Your inner thighs held the signs of your desire.

His lips traveled down your neck next, licking and biting, inhaling and exhaling as he scented you. His cock pressed into your hip and you let him satisfy his need to leave his mark on you, basking in his scent that mixed with yours and how he laid his claim on you, albeit temporarily. His hands gripped hard at your sides, pushing your shirt up to run over bare skin.

“Wanted this so bad.” He rasped, biting dangerously close to your scent gland, you leaned into the sting. “Every rut. Ya know how many times I’ve jerked off to ya?”

His accent was thick, his words slurred. You were sure he was completely gone by this point. You gripped his hair hard.

“Wanted you too, Alpha.” You whimpered back. “Touch me, god, please.”

Osamu lifted you up then, two strong hands grabbing your asscheeks and carrying you across the room to where his couch was located. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking the opportunity to lap and nip at his neck, scenting him back. Your drenched walls fluttered around nothing, crying and weeping for a nice, thick knot to fill you up.

You had a suspicion you wouldn’t have to wait long.

When Osamu dropped you on the couch, his hands immediately tugged on your clothes, pulling off your jeans and panties in one go. The fabric clung to you with how wet it was, and the air was cool on your burning skin. You used the moment to pull off your top until you were bare before him. Osamu kissed your calf, traveling up quickly with a few kisses laid on your skin. Your thigh, your stomach, the valley of your breasts, your jaw. He had tugged his sweats down already, and you felt something hard poke at your dripping entrance.

“Can’t wait, baby.” His voice trembled. “Need ya now. Need to knot ya so bad I’m gonna explode.”

And then he was sliding into your slicked up but unprepped pussy, carving his way through your spasming walls until a sharp pain went through you. You gasped at the glorious stretch, at your walls recognising an Alpha cock and opening up to accommodate him. Your wetness ran down your ass, likely soiling Osamu’s couch but you doubted he cared. He was cursing and whining in your ear, spine bending forward at the relief of finally sinking into a wet, ready cunt. His face was flushed a deep red, sweat building on his forehead. He sank into you to the base, your toes tingling with the sensation of being so full.

“Hold on, omega.” His last words. They almost sounded like a threat. Your breath caught.

Then he was gripping your hips and holding you down, before fucking into you hard and fast. You gasped at the sudden pace, legs pushed even further open as his cock repeatedly bullied itself into you. Your jaw went slack at the sensation, how he hit you so deep, sloppy noises filling the air along with your cries and his moans. His skin slapped hard against yours, leaving the inside of your thighs red and tender. His cock hit every spot just right. You felt your toes curl.

Osamu watched your reactions, nearly delirious himself, barely holding on by a thread.

“Feel good?”

You nodded frantically, fingernails scratching over his shoulders and arms. Osamu leaned down on his elbows, tongue poking out to lick at your lips every now and then.

“Tell me how good it feels. Tell me.”

“I-” You gasped and jolted with the force of his thrusts. Tears built up in your eyes and spilled down the sides of your face. “Can’t- can’t talk.”

“Yes you can.” His hand wound into the hair at the back of your head, tugging hard until you arched into him. “Say it. Say ya love my cock.”

“Love your cock.” You managed to wail, clamping down hard on him. He cursed and leaned down further, pace not even faltering in the slightest. His lips sealed themselves against the skin of your neck and he sucked hard.

“Tell me how bad ya want my knot.”

“Want it so bad.” You parroted, losing every coherent thought and just going along with what he was saying. Osamu continued to pound into you like he wasn’t even talking, like he wasn’t rearranging your guts or turning your legs to jelly. Like the base of his cock wasn’t rapidly swelling and catching on the rim of your hole.

Osamu pushed himself deep into you before stilling completely, and you nearly weeped in frustration.

“Tell me why ya deserve my knot.” He gritted, eyes meeting yours. Little golden flecks shown in his irises, and his incisors elongated below his bottom lip. He was deep, deep in the clutches of his rut. Combined with his messed up hair and flushed cheeks, he looked wild. Uninhibited. Dangerous. Your pleasure hit its very peak, teetering just over the edge, begging for that last push. You sobbed.

“Wanted you for so long.” You gasped and cried, tears pouring from your cheeks. “Wanted you to fuck me and knot me and give me your cum. Please, Alpha, please. I’ll be so good for you.”

Osamu groaned. Something in his eyes softened. He hooked a hand under your left knee and tugged it up, folding it against your torso. His cock pulled out before pushing back in, slowly picking up his pace again. You moaned loud, feeling your pit tighten up again.

“Why don’t ya cum fer me nice and hard, baby? Get me wet with your juice and then I’ll fill you up. Promise. I’ll shove this fat knot into your tiny little cunt. Just cum fer me, little omega.”

And you did. You arched into him, eyes rolling and arms seizing as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Electricity zipped through you and all air was punched out of your lungs until you felt that your very soul was leaving your body. You didn’t even register when Osamu groaned and stuttered in his pace, or when his knot swelled until it was bullied into your thoroughly fucked out and sore pussy. White hot cum filled your insides as he locked into you, hips flush against your own.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist as Osamu’s comforting weight settled on you. He licked and lapped at your neck softly, breathing into you until you were nothing but his scent, his touches, his marks. You panted and tried to catch your breath, legs trembling with aftershocks of the event. You could barely lift your arms to run over his bare back, but you managed. Osamu hummed at your soft touch.

All was silent beneath you two as the fog of his rut lifted. You could feel him slowly cool down, get pliant against you. You could almost sense his apprehension.

“Do ya regret it?”

You smiled slightly, staring up at the ceiling. “I meant it, Samu. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You could feel his own smile against your neck, his embrace around you tightening. “Me too.”

Your skin buzzed with warmth. While Osamu breathed softly against your neck, you let yourself drift into a quiet sleep.

[heich0e]

LIV. LIV. YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME WITH ALPHA AND BETA MIYA TWINS WITH AN OMEGA PARTNER.

can’t help wondering if something happens by accident. just poor timing—an early rut or heat striking when reader is over at the boys’ apartment waiting for beta twin to get home from work. he has no idea what he's walking into when he arrives.

or maybe it’s worse than poor timing. maybe it’s fate. you’ve been dating beta twin for a while before you finally get the chance to meet alpha twin, and the moment your eyes meet you just KNOW—primitively, biologically—that there’s something greater at play between you.

or maybe it’s neither of those things. maybe it’s intentional. maybe beta twin is helping you through your heat, but no matter what he does it’s not enough. so he calls the person he trusts most in the entire world for help. because if it can’t be him, his brother is the only one he’d ever turn to.

[talkativeweeb]

omegaverse sakuatsu au where alpha!sakusa kiyoomi refuses a mate because 1) he is touch averse and his need for things to be clean according to his standards before he can touch it means there is no way he will find a mate who could fulfill that, and even if he did, 2) his clean freak-ness makes the idea of heats and mating, where bodily fluid and someone else's smell invading his senses are involved makes the entire thing repulsive to him.

until he meets miya atsumu.

he was immediately attracted to him at first sight, the first time they met at 15 years old. he saw both the miya twins, but for some reason his eyes could not peel itself away from the one who introduced himself as "'tsumu".

kiyoomi has already presented as an alpha, while the other boy is only barely showing tendencies of presenting the same dynamic. sometimes when he walk pasts the twins, kiyoomi gets a whiff of something burnt in atsumu's scent, though only barely, and only because he has an excellent nose.

kiyoomi hasn't been an alpha for very long, but he has been around enough omegas and alphas alike to know that things between any combination of these two dynamics will get messy, and that is not something he wants in his life.

hence, although kiyoomi was immediately attracted to atsumu at first sight, the possibility of him being an alpha helps kiyoomi get over it fast. the burnt wood scent coming from atsumu the entirety of their training camp together is definitely unpleasant to his nose, so there is no worry of kiyoomi being addicted to his scent.

(except on the last night of camp, where they all went for a convenience store run and atsumu ditched the deep red jacket he always wore in favor of just his tshirt and shorts. it was a windy night and every time kiyoomi stands next to atsumu he catches the tiniest whiff of a sweet, peachy scent that got him dreaming of it later in the night.

kiyoomi paid no mind to it.

maybe he should've, with the way osamu immediately wrapped his brother in the jacket again the moment he saw atsumu return without it.)

the next year, atsumu went to the training camp alone. no osamu by his side this time.

and his scent was intoxicating.

[hinahaikyuu]

smau. My Baby’s Baby.

wonderful banner made by @celcero​ /  @tsukina​

Growing up with the twins was an experience, you knew almost everything about them. Including the fact, Atsumu Miya didn’t want a kid, and that was fine. When you got pregnant as close knit friends with benefits, you weren’t going to force him be a dad, but you were surprised when his twin jumped in the moment he got the news. 

Reader x Miya Twins

MDNI. 

all works owned by @hinahaikyuu​— please do not plagiarize, copy or modify my works.  

Release Date: June 20th. 

taglist: OPEN

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support squad | the babysitters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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[veryinnovative]

this is about to be a long fucking ask sorry lmao 😭 (but also..not rlly sorry)

james’ shorts have absolutely no chance against his monstrous thighs, they are fighting for their lives truly. i have always said jeg gives very sakuatsu vibes to me, but I think u could combine that a little bit with atsuhina?? james met sirius when he started high school, instantly fell in love with playing for him, and upon hearing about the younger black brother/seeing him play for the first time james instantly knows he wants to play with regulus one day as well. i think there could be a fun combination of that scene where atsumu tells hinata he will set for him one day but it’s the sakuatsu vibes of regulus just beeng entirely unimpressed with him when they first meet and even when they do start playing together. i feel like you can say that setters & liberos are the backbones of the team….james & reg being the ones to keep their teams together !!

also remus!! i vibe with him being a pinch server / middle blocker i think. imo he is very much like yamaguchi where he loves playing but he isn’t a prodigy and has no desire to pursue it beyond high school, he’s just there for the good vibes & to see sirius’ ass in the tiny lil shorts 

also going off topic for a sec here…..skimmed through your prompt list and I can very easily say I am obsessed with most of them!!! the cat cafe? yes. shibari james? need him always & forever. hockey jeg fighting through the penalty boxes?? obsessed. older reg & younger james?? tbh haven’t thought about that much but I am sooo here for it. EROTIC CANNIBALISM!! i’ve always wanted to make an attempt at a vore fic im very happy there are others out there with the same goals as me ;) alpha/alpha jeg! i am…very insane over a/b/o and love everything with them always!

ok I could probably go on forever but I will cut myself off here lol!

u cld literally send me an ask the size of a novella nd id still eat it. cass i wna live inside ur brain. the atsuhina moment never even rly came 2 me. i am so obsessed with james' dramatic point of a finger. even better if one hand is curled into the net. absolute freak behavior when he states 'one day we are going to play together. until then, good luck trying to dig up my serves every game.' nd reg's like ? ok troy bolton.

[this is so fucking random but miya twins moments between regulus nd sirius if they ever did play together. I'm thinking abt sirius going for a serve nd it hits the back of regulus' head and then they're both fist fighting]

middle blocker remus is a fav of mine. even after high school he attends all their games together with the others like the girls (marlene. mary. lily) and he always wears an extra hair tie around his wrist for sirius. like even tho they don't play together anymore remus still has a spare one.

AND THE PROMPT LIST... i genuiinely wrote like 0 </3 mainly bc my laptop died on me and the display needed changing and I'm still waiting for it to come home. BUT YOU GET ME!! YOU GET ME! i need james to be tied up and tied down. arms behind is back or to the headboard. legs bend and rope loops around them. just entirely at regulus' disposal who first edges him to hell and back nd then overstimulates him until he's crying (overstim is my fav thing to write). AND THE OLDER REG & YOUNGER JAMES IS SOMETHING IV BEEN WANTING TO WRITE FOR A WHILE.. i love it when the older one is also the shorter one nd just a grump nd wears the expensive suits nd then u have james who wears the most horrendous time-withered Christmas sweater at home in early autumn nd manages to reduce scary CEO regulus black to a sobbing mess in his bed

vore fic... i've been thinking about one that's a little more hannibal-inspired. but also one a little more supernatural? I don't know. ghoul-esque jegulus or something so that when they vore neither of them has to die. it's just about wanting to consume. to absorb. to want someone so bad you need them to continue existing inside you. like sex doesn't even cut it you NEED to crawl into their ribcage. if u write a vore fic a tag is mandatory. i need to read and eat that shit up like they eat each other. i have this one line in future chapters where james tells regulus something along the lines of 'i am so in love with you it drives me insane i don't know what the insides of your eyelids look like and you do'. it's just about being so obsessed with someone you need them to stop breathing and be the one who does it for them. needing them to have one part of you in their being at all times. then again i just write jegulus crazy like this... woops

and i swear to god last thing bc now I'm also rambling nd gonna be late but alpha/alpha drives me insane. especially if there's a rut. the mild roleplay involved in it. the power play. I had a little excerpt of it written but alas, laptop still sent for repair. a few months ago I did write a little alpha/alpha stsg thing for my best friend nd geto gritted shit out like 'im going to breed you' bc gojo was riling him the fuck up while having his back blown out and it's also just so alpha/alpha jegulus (nd rosekiller) core. i just love alpha/alpha dynamics.

OH MAN IM SORRY FOR THE SPAM LMAOO. it's like a morning paper to trudge through. either way ty for the ask love <3 I hope u have a nice day/evening/ night

[mackjlee9]

Haikyuu!!

Fluff/Angst

Akaashi Keiji x Flirty!Male!Reader  

Omega!Sugawara Koushi x Alpha!Male!Reader  

Sawamura Daichi x Male!Reader

Streamer!Kenma Kozume x Streamer!Male!Reader 

Azumane Asahi x Scary!Male!Reader

Goshiki Tsutomu x Male!Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x Male!Reader

Suna Rintaro x Male!Reader

Smut/Lime

Oikawa Tooru x Top!Male!Reader

Kita Shinsuke x Top!Male!Reader

Tendo Satori x Top!Male!Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Top!Male!Reader

Nishinoya Yuu x Top!Male!Reader

Timeskip!Haiba Lev x Top!Male!Reader

Kageyama Tobio x Top!Male!Reader

Kuroo Tetsuro x Top!Male!Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x Top!Male!Reader

Iwaizumi Hajime x Top!Male!Reader

Omega!Sakusa Kiyoomi x Alpha!Male!Reader

Miya Twins x Top!Male!Reader

Suna Rintaro x Top!Male!Reader

Azumane Asahi x Top!Male!Reader

[vampyrsutton]

Famous Last Words

Summary:

When Atsumu's scent makes Sakusa present, he's more than happy to help with the rut that follows.

Ao3 Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Sakusa Kiyoomi, Omega Miya Atsumu, True Mates, Presenting, Rutting, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Rimming, Accidental Edging, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink, mild strength kink, Miya Atsumu is a Little Shit, Knotting

Notes:

For SakuAtsu Omegaverse Week 2023!

Trope: Fated Mates

Infuriating.

The blonde was absolutely infuriating.

That was the only word Sakusa could use to describe the annoying as hell setter talking his ear off.

He couldn't deny he was drawn to him, however, and that somehow pissed him off more.

"Oi! Omi-Omi! Are ya even listenin' ta me?" Atsumu huffs as he waves a hand in front of the spiker's ever-grumpy face.

'Unfortunately.' Sakusa thinks, scowling harder when he notices himself once again praising something Miya does.

This time, it was Atsumu respecting his space by waving the arm simply in his field of vision rather than right in his face. Sakusa had only had to mention his disdain for germs once, and the setter had immediately adjusted his entire way of interacting with the spiker to respect this without making a big deal about it.

"I'm listening." Is what he sighs instead.

"Just checkin'." Atsumu grins before he continues complaining about something his twin did.

Sakusa opens his mouth to make a snippy comment about a certain part, but he's cut off by an alarm sounding on the blonde's phone.

"Ah, hold on, Omi-Omi. I gotta change my patches." Atsumu huffs, taking his backpack off to shuffle through it. "Do ya know where there's a bathroom in this school? I normally just change 'em wherever, but I doubt ya wanna smell me."

Sakusa tilts his head in confusion before it clicks what the setter's talking about. "You presented already?" He asks, finally noticing the barely there color difference on the blonde's neck.

"A few months ago, yea- there they are!" Atsumu holds up the box triumphantly. "Scent's still kinda all over, so I've been tryin' ta be consistent. Especially here at a trainin' camp."

Sakusa nods, adjusting his mask. "Very responsible." He hums, glancing around the halls and realizing they might actually be lost in the school. Shit. "Well I don't know where the bathrooms are, or where we are for that matter, but I haven't presented yet if you want to just change them." He shrugs, not knowing these would be his famous last words.

Atsumu looks around himself with a frown before cursing. "Shit. Yeah, I'll just go ahead an' change 'em then call 'Samu ta get someone ta find us." He decides as he walks over to a trashcan to prop his phone up to use as a mirror and starts peeling one of his patches off in the camera. "Thanks fer bein' cool about it, Omi-Omi."

"Of course." Sakusa nods as he pulls out his own phone to call Komori for help. "It's just biology. …Come o-Ah. Miya and I went wandering the school a bit and think we're lost. Can you- sorry it's the mask, let me just- better?" He sighs as he pulls his mask down. "Anyway, can you-"

He's cut off again as pain shoots through his body and he falls to the ground when his sigh fills his senses with star anise and pomegranate with a hint of blueberry muffins that makes his head spin as he screams.

{Kiyo? Kiyo?! What happened?!}

He can distantly hear Komori panicking through his dropped phone, but he can't focus enough to respond.

"Omi-Omi? Shit! Hey, what's wro-" Atsumu doesn't get to finish as he gasps and gets hit with the strong scent of oranges and clean linen and he whines, having to fight his omega to not drop to the floor himself. "Fu-" He pulls his still sweaty shirt up to breathe in his own scent and focus. "Fuck, Omi-Omi, I think yer presentin'."

Sakusa just groans in response, forcing his arm to point at his phone. "Mo-to-ya…" He growls, coughing at the sound since his vocal cords are working on adjusting for it.

{Kiyo!}

"Right, yeah." Atsumu nods, panicking as he creeps around what he can tell is a new alpha to carefully get the phone away. "Komori?" He checks, putting the phone on speaker.

{Fucking finally! Wait? Atsumu? Shit, what the hell is going on? Is Kiyo okay?}

"Technically..." Atsumu frowns, looking around to get an idea of where to send someone. "He's presentin'. I think I see beakers in one a' the classrooms if ya could send some help?"

{He's what?! Shit! Uh, hey, dude! Where are the science rooms? Be there in a few Atsumu!}

"Hurry!" Atsumu pleads, whining when Sakusa makes another pained noise.

{He hasn't been showing any symptoms. What the hell were you two doing that could have triggered it?}

"Nothin'! We were just shit talkin' an' my alarm went off ta change my scent patches so he told me ta just go ahead an' change 'em, an' then was suddenly on the flo-Oh my god, I made him present." Atsumu realizes as his brain screeches to a halt.

He made him present! All that pining and flirting at camps, and all he had to do was exist to win the spiker over. God, he hopes Omi is willing to at least give him a shot. It's not every day you find your Fated Ma-

{Shit! Listen, Atsumu. I know he can be a bit of a prickly asshole, but I promise he's not that bad once you get to know-}

"Omi-Omi's my Fated Mate!" Atsumu cheers, completely ignoring Komori trying to apologize for his cousin's less-than-stellar personality.

{And of course, you're fine with this.} Komori laughs through the phone. {Whatever. Just scent him a bunch. It'll help with the pain of his body basically overhauling itself with steroids all of a sudden.}

"Right." Atsumu nods into the phone, grinning like an idiot as he drops to the floor and scoots closer to the new alpha still curled into something resembling fetal position. "Hey, Omi-Omi? I need ta get closer. Is that, okay?"

Sakusa just groans but eventually manages to bite out a snarled, "Please…"

Atsumu wastes no further time gathering the slightly taller alpha into his lap so his nose can be next to his main gland. It takes seconds for Sakusa to relax.

"Better?" Atsumu whispers as they hear footsteps running toward them.

"Much." Sakusa sighs, suddenly exhausted. "Guess you're finally getting my number, huh?"

Atsumu grins. "Finally! I thought I was gonna have ta start harassin' yer cousin fer it!"

"I would have killed him and blocked you." Sakusa scoffs before growling when Atsumu pretends to pull away in offense. " Mine ."

"Yep, definitely an alpha." Atsumu snorts, entirely unintimidated by the little display and in fact, snickering at what has to be a little pout on the spiker's face. "Oh, yer adorable."

"Fuck off, Miya." Sakusa huffs despite making no move to move himself.

"Ya can call me some forma Atsumu, ya know." Atsumu sighs before smirking. "An' at least court me first, damn."

This is how Komori finds his cousin red-faced, sitting in Atsumu's lap and muttering obscenities.

"You guys, okay?" Komori asks in worry as one of the athletic trainers walks up to them to check on Sakusa's condition.

"What the hell, scrub?! The fuck made ya think it was a good idea ta just wander off in an unknown school an' change yer patches in fronta someone when yer scent's still settlin'? Are ya tryna get attacked?" 'Samu growls from right behind Komori with Suna peeking out from behind him.

Atsumu opens his mouth to defend himself but ends up having to focus on his scent so Sakusa will stop snarling at his brother. "Oi! Play nice. I know yer grumpy, but ya probably shouldn't pick fights with future in-laws." Atsumu scolds, laughing when Sakusa goes back to hiding his face in his neck at the implications of in-laws.

"Shut up." Sakusa slurs against his neck, head feeling fuzzy the longer he breathes in the omega scent. "Smell good."

Atsumu purrs at the praise as he takes advantage of still having the Alpha's unlocked phone to exchange numbers. "Yer probably getting' sent home now, but I gave ya my number so we can talk lat-Oi! I need ta breathe!"

"Stay." Is all Sakusa mutters as he growls at his cousin for trying to help move him.

"If ya behave an' let 'em take care a' ya, I can see about comin' up ta help ya with yer first rut whenever that happens, but ya need ta let 'em check ya first." Atsumu huffs with a roll of his eyes. "Come on, where's the prickly asshole I was just shit-talkin' 'Samu with a few minutes ago, huh?" He smirks as his twin starts griping at him.

Sakusa pulls back enough to straight up pout at him. "Hurts…your scent helps."

"It's designed ta, yeah." Atsumu sighs, leaning back to take his shirt off. "Alphas always talk such a big game about not needin' scents, but a little bitta presentin' brings 'em right back ta pups, huh?" The setter teases, grinning when it gets him Omi's signature scowl. "There's my, Omi-Omi."

"You're a pain." Sakusa huffs, even as he clings to the offered shirt.

"An' yer stuck with me." Atsumu snickers before wincing. "If ya'll have me a'course?"

"The horror." Sakusa deadpans with none of his usual bite. In fact, Atsumu thinks he spots some mischief in dark eyes as the alpha starts leveling out from the first wave of hormones. "Help me up so they can get me home, will you?"

"A'course!" Atsumu grins, scrambling to comply as he gets Sakusa off his lap and up onto still-shaky legs. "Please text me when ya get home. I put my number in yer phone just now?"

Sakusa looks outwardly uncomfortable at having to interact, but he understands why the omega is so worried, and holy shit he can smell his concern. He can smell a lot now actually. Yeah, there are entirely too many people in this hallway now and the scents are starting to make him nauseous.

"Wait, shit, Omi, where's yer mask?" Atsumu frowns, looking around and picking it off the floor. "Ya probably don't want this one anymore?"

The thought of the number of germs on the floor is not helping his discomfort.

"Lucky fer ya, I put a few spares in my bag after one got ruined the last camp." Atsumu grins proudly before Sakusa even has a chance to start squirming as he goes to fish it out of his backpack. They're even in a ziplock bag.

Good omega. Perfect mate. A voice drifts through Sakusa's head, making him jolt. It sounds like him, but deeper with a slight rumble.

'That must be my alpha then.' Sakusa thinks to himself as he gratefully takes a mask.

"Thank you, Miya." Sakusa sighs in relief once it's on his face before frowning when he realizes it makes it harder to smell the scent clinging to the omega's shirt and makes the headache start returning.

His brow must pinch because Atsumu frowns before holding out his hand. "Here. Give it back for a sec."

Sakusa's honestly too exhausted to argue so just does as requested, jumping in shock again when the sight of Atsumu running it over his scent glands makes a rumble start in his chest. He relaxes fairly quickly having it on his face again though.

"Better, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu asks softly as though aware of the migraine trying to form behind the new alpha's eyes.

"Much." Sakusa nods sleepily, accepting the help this time when Komori comes over to start leading him away. "I'll talk to you later…Atsumu."

If he smiles behind his mask when Atsumu starts excitedly talking his twin's ear off about Sakusa using his name, well, Atsumu doesn't need to know that.

~~~

Sakusa, in all his emotionally constipated glory, spends the first several days of his presentation ignoring any and all contact from Atsumu until the omega's scent is gone from his shit and he starts getting restless again.

Thankfully for both, Atsumu can be patient when it's important so had drawn back from his initial spam of messages to just a few around meal times to make sure Sakusa is taking care of himself and gently remind the alpha he was there.

It's on the fourth day when Sakusa has been approved to return to school and receives a good morning text that he finally responds.

Miya: [Good mornin Omi-Omi~! How ya feelin?]

Sakusa sighs as he thinks for a moment before typing out his response.

[Good morning, Miya. I've been cleared to go back to school so I'm getting ready.]

He returns to making sure he has everything and is heading out the door when Atsumu texts again.

Miya: [Back to Miya? :( Oh well Ill win ya over yet! >:) Thats awesome though! Let me know if ya need anything k?]

Another sigh for the dramatics even through text, but he can't help a small smile behind his mask at the omega caring about him.

[Thank you.]

It's quiet for a while after that as he assumes they both make it to school and settle into their routines. He's still not allowed to play yet due to his body and scent needing to settle so actually Atsumu might have hit the showers after morning practice, but that's no concern of Sakusa's as he has to remind his concerned teammates about personal space for the first time in a while.

"I am fine! Back off!" Sakusa finally growls when a concerned first year gets way too close for his comfort.

"Alright, guys, that's enough!" Komori laughs as he swoops in to save his cousin. "I told you guys he was fine so let's give him some space before someone gets hurt. For all we know there might actually be some bite to all that bark now and I know I definitely don't want to find out."

This does the job of alleviating the sudden tension as the team laughs and Komori takes the opportunity to steer Sakusa to class. "See ya later!"

"God, I fucking hate this." Sakusa groans when Komori asks how he's doing once they're out of earshot. "Think my parents will allow homeschooling this time?"

Komori snorts at his cousin's dramatics. "You wouldn't be able to play volleyball with us even if they did." He reminds the currently skittish alpha. "It'll even out after your rut in the next week or two."

"Hopefully it's sooner rather than later." Sakusa huffs as he adjusts his mask. "Being around people is horrible enough."

"I know, I know." Komori sighs. "Even I hated it when I presented. Too many scents and being a normally touchy person definitely came to bite me in the ass when every little touch made my skin crawl." He makes a face at the memory before smiling again. "Heat sucked until I met 'Samu and Rin again, but outside of it was better at least."

The mention of Atsumu's twin makes Sakusa frown as he remembers his own predicament. "So, I really have no choice but to call Miya, huh?"

Komori looks at him with a pitying smile. "I mean you could spend the first one alone, but your alpha's gonna put you through hell for it. Might mess with hormones too. I don't know if it being a Fated presentation makes it any different since we all presented between meetings instead of someone triggering the others…or me at least. Rin's a beta though so his was just suddenly having a faint lemon-lime scent when 'Samu got back to school so yeah I wasn't triggered into it so have no clue."

Sakusa's brow pinches as his frown deepens. "Great."

"Come on, Kiyo, he's not that bad, is he?" Komori frowns in concern.

"Yes…no…I was just getting to the 'This person might be tolerable' stage, and now I'm suddenly stuck with him." Sakusa scowls. "I think I have the right to be less than thrilled. At least he stopped spamming me, but I still don't know how to deal with him suddenly being so casual and… attentive."

Komori hums in thought. "I don't think he was ever formal with you, to begin with, Kiyo? Didn't he start calling you Omi-Omi like 10 minutes into meeting you? And he literally had masks ready and sealed in prep for seeing you again." A shrug. "I think he might just be like that."

Sakusa knows his cousin has a point, but it still feels different somehow. "Still…"

"I'm not trying to dismiss you or anything, but it's probably genuinely hormones this time." Komori tries. "Just talk to him? The worst that can happen with him is he's a smart ass, and shit-talking strangers from the corner is your favorite bonding activity so it'll be perfect really." He laughs as he holds the door to the next wing open.

This just gets him glared at as Sakusa's scent sours. "You're first on that list." He mutters before speed-walking away from his laughing cousin.

Jerk.

He did start actually responding to the setter's texts though and was horrified to find himself looking forward to texting the omega.

He was an asshole for sure but he was also—and he will take this discovery to his grave— funny .

This was a disaster.

And it was only made worse when he started getting pre-rut symptoms and knew he was running out of time to ask.

He hadn't even had a chance to properly court the omega unless you count the occasional 'This made me think of you' meme and TokTik being sent which Sakusa definitely didn't.

When he started losing control of his fangs dropping, however, he knew he was out of time.

[So Miya…]

Miya: [Atsumu Omi-Omi!]

[So Miya.]

Miya: [Ugh! Yer an ass. Whats up?]

Sakusa tries multiple times to type a message but nothing feels right for how to ask this.

Atsumu must get tired of watching the typing bubble.

Miya: [Ya okay? Did yer rut start or somethin'?]

Sakusa sighs.

[Not YET.]

Miya: [Pre then?]

[Yeah.]

Atsumu types something and deletes it several times.

[You okay?]

More typing and deleting until finally Atsumu apparently gives up.

Miya: [UGH]

Miya: [ sent a link ]

Sakusa frowns, opening the TokTik before his face flames red at the 'Send this to someone you want to spend a heat/rut with' video.

Dammit. Why didn't he think of that?

And how long had Atsumu been waiting to send that to just have it ready?

Just to be a pain in the ass, Sakusa sends it right back.

Atsumu responds with a key smash that makes Sakusa snort.

[Your place or mine? I have the house to myself for the next week and a half.]

Miya: [Let me turn in a school form and I can be up there tomorrow night if not the next morning!]

Sakusa relaxes as he sees an opportunity to tease the omega.

[Eager aren't we?]

Miya: [I have been flirtin' with ya since first year's trainin' camp! Sue me!]

[…Wait you were *actually* flirting?]

Miya: [God it’s a good thing yer pretty]

Sakusa frowns even as his cheeks flush. He just sends a middle-finger emoji in response before considering something.

[Do you have enough for the train ticket?]

Miya: [Uhhh hold on]

Miya: [Im not C6in' Childe this round but yeah]

Sakusa assumes that's from the video game Miya was talking about last week as he considers something.

[What's your LINE?]

Miya: [Omi-kun. I can pay fer it.]

[And I have an allowance I don't go out enough to use. I'm also the one needing help. Your LINE.]

Sakusa sighs as Atsumu relents and sends him his user before the alpha sends him enough for the ticket and some food.

Miya: [Uhhh, ya sent too much]

[Get yourself food too.]

Miya: [Omi-Omi!]

[Have you seriously not searched my family name yet?]

Miya: [I wanted ta get ta know ya 🥺Hold on]

Sakusa sighs, staring at the ceiling as he waits.

Miya: [Ah yer parents are rich. Are they okay with ya usin' money like this?]

Sakusa blinks, having not expected a response like that.

[It's my allowance and they're leaving me alone for a reason.]

Miya: […Fine. Thank ya then.]

Sakusa just sends a thumbs-up before they return to talking about random shit and complaining about their respective relatives being gross on the phone. Sakusa doesn't know when he falls asleep, but there's certainly less dread suffocating him the following day even if his rut symptoms still are.

~~~

"Omi-Omi!" Atsumu grins when Sakusa opens the door almost 24 hours later. He had wanted to pick the omega up at the station, but neither wanted to risk his rut starting in public so Atsumu understood.

"Thank you again for coming." Sakusa hums, stepping out of the way for the setter to enter and closing the door behind him.

"A'course. Ya asked an' I'm more than happy ta help." Atsumu shrugs as he switches to the house slippers he's directed to. "An' ya don't have ta be so formal."

"This is just how I talk." Sakusa sighs as he leads the other further into the house.

"Ya sure 'bout that, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu smirks. "I've heard ya be a real asshole sometimes."

"Shut up, Miya." Sakusa huffs.

"There he is." Atsumu sighs a lot more fondly, unknowingly creating a conflict in Sakusa. "Do ya want me ta take a shower or anythin' before I enter yer den?"

Sakusa is shocked to realize he didn't even think of that for once but is incredibly grateful to Atsumu for suggesting it on his own. "If you would. It's right here, and my room is the door at the end on the left. Did you eat?"

"Ya sent me money ta." Atsumu nods, tilting his head with a smirk. "Why? Plannin' ta cook fer me?"

Sakusa shakes his head. "Was going to order takeout if not. I already ate."

"Ah, then nope. All good here." Atsumu shrugs before slipping past Sakusa into the bathroom. "See ya in a bit, Omi-Omi…Clothes orrrr?"

Sakusa starts making his way to his room to hide his blush from the blonde. "Up to you. I took a suppressant so I wouldn't jump you but that should be wearing off within the hour."

This means he also misses how Atsumu's ears flush at the mention of jumping him. "Cool, well, uh, just bang on the door I guess if it wears off early an' I'll hurry up?"

They waste no further time separating to have their own little breakdowns before Atsumu hurries to clean up so he can knock on Sakusa's bedroom now.

"Come in." Sakusa sighs, putting down his phone where he was watching videos to distract himself from his aching fangs and already throbbing cock.

"Realized I fergot body wash," Atsumu says apologetically as he enters the alpha's room in just a towel with his bag in hand. "Hope ya don't mind I borrowed some of yers?"

Sakusa sighs again just to be an ass as he sits up. "It's fine. As long as you're clea- Fuck, Miya." He straight up moans when the omega's scent finally hits him and the addition of his body wash smells like he already claimed him. "Shit, stay over there if you want any sort of conversation first. I will lose it if you get in arms' reach right now."

This time Sakusa gets to watch the blush reach halfway down the setter's chest. " Really don't mind, huh?"

"Shut up." Sakusa growls, wincing at the harsh sound. "Shit, sor-"

"Where do ya want me, Omi-kun?" Atsumu asks before Sakusa can start apologizing.

A rumble starts in Sakusa's throat as dark eyes trail down the setter's figure, but he forces himself to think. "Questions first. Birth control?"

"Check." Atsumu nods, holding up his arm and poking at a little bump on his bicep where Sakusa assumes an implant is. "I'm guessin' ya'll still wanna use condoms though?"

Sakusa nods. "More of a precaution in case my alpha tries to be an idiot. …biting?"

Atsumu flushes darker. "Only if yer okay with it. If ya end up not being able ta stand me though, we can just get it broken."

A growl rips itself from Sakusa's throat, surprising them both as Sakusa feels his face heat in mortification. "…I think it's fine."

Atsumu blinks a few times but ends up snorting. "Apparently!"

Sakusa just scowls at him before holding out a hand. "Shut up. That was all I had so if you don't have any questions, I'd like to get started while I'm still coherent."

"Way ta make this feel like a business deal." Atsumu snickers as he approaches the alpha. "Ya good with me bitin' back?"

Sakusa just furrows his brow in confusion at the question. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Some alphas are still weird about omegas having an equal claim," Atsumu explains with a roll of his eyes before grinning. "Knew ya weren't a complete knothead."

Sakusa just continues being confused, unaware this was even still an issue in this day and age since his father and sister both wore their bites with pride. "…People are weird." He finally decides.

Atsumu laughs at the spiker's deduction. "Definitely." He agrees as his knees bump Sakusa's. "So?"

Sakusa sighs, letting his body relax with the omega's scent before looking the setter over.

"You can drop the towel if you want." He figures that's probably a good place to start and he lets out a pleased chuff when the omega complies.

"Like what ya see, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu smirks cheekily.

"Get down here." Sakusa growls, hands locking on strong hips to guide the setter to sit in his lap so he can kiss him. "Pretty omega."

Atsumu's not used to such delicate compliments with his physique and is even more eager to kiss Sakusa back if for no other reason than to hide his blush. "Not too bad yerself." He does manage to snicker before gasping when a big hand squeezes his ass.

"I'm gonna have fun fucking the sass out of you, aren't I?" Sakusa smirks between kisses, using another gasp to lick into the setter's mouth and make him melt.

Atsumu makes a sort of whining noise, never one for being silent, but unable to get a word in being kissed like he is.

"Omiii~" He manages to whine when they break for air, but even he can tell how desperate it sounds already. He may be acting cocky, but he only presented a few months ago so is just as lost in most of this as the alpha. "Don't be a tease!"

Sakusa just raises an amused eyebrow and smirk before starting to make his way down Atsumu's neck to suck hard on the omega's main scent gland and groans at the taste at the same time Atsumu moans. "Better?" He slurs, quickly realizing that may have been a bad idea when he suddenly feels drunk on it. "Fuck, you taste good."

"Omi~" Atsumu whimpers, barring his neck for more.

Despite his recent discovery, Sakusa doesn't need to be told twice and starts thoroughly biting and sucking on the setter's neck to feel him squirm in his lap. The omega whimpers and moans above him, but it's nothing compared to the sound he makes when Sakusa pulls his hair to get at a spot.

He wonders what other noises he can get as he uses his athlete strength and Atsumu being distracted to flip them so he has Atsumu under him on the bed and can start trailing down to his chest. Listening to his alpha leads him down to the omega's chest to start biting and sucking at his nipples and rumbles when the setter moans and arches off the bed.

He's sensitive. That voice in his head observes. It's pleased.

Sakusa has to agree as he continues his actions to make Atsumu moan and squirm. By the time he starts moving down, shifting reveals a wet spot on the bed and the rumbling gets louder when Sakusa realizes it's slick.

"So wet already?" Sakusa marvels, tweaking a nipple meanly to watch Atsumu's cock twitch and the wet spot grow.

"Yer mouth. Shit, Omi." Atsumu whines as he tries to hide his face behind his arm.

Sakusa smirks proudly, letting him hide for now as he uses wide shoulders to bully his way between strong thighs. His alpha demands a taste despite the danger his head is in between those thighs, but he's gotta admit he's curious.

One taste has him ravenous .

"Fuck, 'Tsumu." Sakusa groans, not even realizing the nickname as he lifts thighs off the bed to rest on his shoulders so he can feast. "You taste fucking amazing."

Atsumu just whines needily at the nickname while trying to close his legs in embarrassment. "Omi-Omi!"

"Shhh, omega. Let me take care of you." Sakusa rumbles, voice sounding much closer to the one in his head as his rut settles in and his alpha starts taking over.

Any further embarrassed protests are drowned out as Sakusa starts licking and sucking at the omega's slick, getting him absolutely soaked until he can work his tongue in and moan at the taste. It's not long after that his fingers start joining on instinct.

Atsumu, meanwhile, is clinging to the sheets as Sakusa eats him out like a man starving. He's not sure if he's been this wet since his heat, and doesn't have the brain cells to dwell on it as long fingers threaten to tear his sanity out of him with his fast-approaching orgasm. "O-mi~!"

Sakusa growls between his thighs, not noticing how close the omega is, just knows the amount of slick is getting heavier the more he works the setter open and gods he wants to drown in.

"Omiii~ Cl-Close! Please!" Atsumu manages to force out. "Yer cock! Please!"

Another low growl mixes with a deep rumble as dark eyes manage to lock with gold before the alpha surges forward to lock lips with Atsumu once more who moans at being able to taste himself on the spiker's lips even if he whines when the suddenly absent stimulation takes his orgasm with it.

"Fuck, 'Tsumu." Sakusa finally manages to growl when Atsumu cries out and he finally realizes he had started rutting their cocks together. "Want my cock, baby? My knot?" Each question is punctuated with another eager kiss as Sakusa wraps his hand around himself to guide himself to the omega's leaking hole. "Fuck you full of pups? Fill you 'til you're leaking so much cum you can't even roll over without it spilling out?"

Atsumu moans lewdly, cock jumping at the thought, but knowing Sakusa will probably give him an earful if he finds out Atsumu let himself be fucked raw while still in his right mind.

"Con-fuck, Omi-Condom. Ya wanted a condom." He manages to whine despite what seems to be Sakusa's best efforts to distract him.

Sakusa snarls, but when strong thighs actually manage to shut him out, he switches to just scowling as he grabs the rubber like it personally offended him. "Fine!"

"Good, alpha." Atsumu purrs to help soothe the alpha's irritation before throwing his head back with a moan when Sakusa starts sinking in. "Fuck! Big! So big, Alpha!"

This manages to get Sakusa back to rumbling instead of growling as he works himself inside inch by inch until he's seated fully inside.

Thankfully for Atsumu's sanity, he has enough sense to wait until Atsumu whines.

"Move…please~" He whimpers before moaning again when Sakusa starts pulling out and nearly screaming when he slams back in. "Omi-Omi!"

Sakusa starts a fast and hard pace that has Atsumu moaning like a whore, so sensitive from the accidental edging that he feels like he could cry it feels so good.

"Please! Fuck! Omi, yer cock! Fuck! So good! Yer knot, Omi, pleeease~!" Atsumu moans as he clings to the sheets, doing his best to contribute but quickly resigning himself to being used as a fleshlight as he's fucked.

Sakusa snarls, bracing himself with his hands on either side of the omega's head to fuck into him like he plans to actually fuck the soul out of him.

"Perfect. So perfect. Good, omega. Taking my cock so well." Sakusa growls in Atsumu's ear as he mouths at his scent gland. "Gonna look so pretty stuck on my knot."

Atsumu keens, head thrown back to give the alpha easier access to his mating glands. "Alpha, pleaseee !" He whines, hand drifting down to start jerking himself off only to sob when Sakusa pins his hands with a snarl.

"You cum on my knot or not at all," Sakusa warns with a ferocity he would question later. Right now, he was just appreciating how the threat made Atsumu shiver and moan.

"Fuck, please!" Atsumu pleads desperately, the breath knocked out of him with every hit to his prostate that has his toes curling. "Alpha! Omi! Fuck, please! Cum, wanna cum, please let me cum, pleaseeee~!" His muscles strain as he pulls against the hand pinning his wrists to the bed and he moans when Sakusa barely even strains to keep him down.

"You can cum whenever you want," Sakusa smirks in a way that spells danger for the omega's sanity. "But it's going to be on my knot or I'm not stopping."

Atsumu lets out a surprised moan, cock jumping like it's trying to cum from the thought alone. "Omiii~!"

Sakusa curses at how the setter clenches around him and ends up squeezing the top of his knot. "Fuck." He growls, speeding up and thrusting harder as the omega's slick starts letting his knot in to make Atsumu moan louder. "So good. So tight. Such a perfect little cocksleeve. Good little omega. Perfect for my knot. Squeezing around me so tight. Want my knot, baby? Want me to stuff you full of cum and plug you up, little omega? Make sure you're leaking for hours and feel me for days ."

Neither has noticed just how much their scents have gone out of control, but they're both absolutely drunk on each other as Atsumu cries and moans, begging for his alpha's knot, and Sakusa snarls and bites, rutting into his omega like he plans to break him.

"Omi-Omi!" Atsumu cries as Sakusa's knot finally locks into place and his fangs sink deep into Atsumu's mating gland. Even if Sakusa got sick of him and decided to have it broken one day, there was no way that mark wouldn't still remain and the knowledge and hormones finally sends Atsumu careening over the edge with a shout.

Sakusa's pretty sure he blacks out or something because one second he's snarling absolute filth in Atsumu's ear as his knot locks him in place, and the next, a mixture of star anise, pomegranate, and blueberry muffins is exploding in his mouth as he fills the condom. He chooses to ignore his alpha howling about not filling the omega directly.

This is made easier by Atsumu biting him back the second he's given enough room to do so and Sakusa's cock throbs with the endorphin rush it brings with it.

Why the fuck would any alpha turn this down? He's not sure he's ever cum harder in his life!

"Fuck, 'Tsumu~" Sakusa groans when he finally lets Atsumu's neck go and his arms try to give out.

Atsumu purrs happily as he laps at the shallower bite left by his smaller omegan fangs, pleased to see that it would definitely leave a mark. "Feelin' better for a bit, Omi-Omi?" He slurs, definitely still drunk on the alpha's scent.

"Yeah." Sakusa pants, trying to reach for the towel Atsumu dropped without tugging his knot so he can cuddle his omega. "Shit that was a lot."

"Yer tellin' me, can ya feel how much is in that condom?" Atsumu snorts, clenching just to tease the alpha and moaning when Sakusa jerks. "Shit."

Sakusa hisses at the stimulation to his already sensitive knot and smacks Atsumu lightly with the towel. "Stop that. I can't tell if I'll die or fuck you again if you do that and the answer will probably be both if I try to go right away." He huffs as he wipes off the omega's cum from between them so he can pull the snickering brat close to lay more comfortably on their side. "Shut up."

"I'm in complete agreement, but yer cute when yer grumpy." Atsumu chuckles, nuzzling close to smother Sakusa in their combining scents.

Sakusa raises an eyes brow as he pulls back to look at the setter. "Most say I'm always grumpy."

"Exactly!" Atsumu nods, laughing when a blush spreads across Sakusa's face and the alpha tries to push him away. "Omiiii~"

"Nope! Shut up! I want a divorce!" Sakusa scoffs, looking for a pillow to thump the omega with.

"At least court me first!" Atsumu laughs, catching the pillow as it comes.

"I decided to talk to you for an extended period of time." Sakusa scoffs. "I think that's enough."

"Hmmm," Atsumu hums, pulling the pouting alpha closer to kiss him, "True. That might as well be a marriage proposal in Omi-nese."

"Omi-ne-Oh my god, I hate you." Sakusa groans into the pillow he holds to his face instead. "Get off my knot and out of my house."

"Nah, I think I'm fine here." The setter smirks as he grinds down on the knot still locking him in place and snickering at the moaned growl he gets.

"Miya…" Sakusa growls in warning, eyes filled with fire peaking around the pillow.

"Awww, noooo~" Atsumu whines, grinding down again. "What happened to 'Tsumu?"

"I'm trying to not go feral. Stop that before I fuck you stupid." Sakusa's already returning the pillow to the side.

"Hmm?" Atsumu hums questioningly, his smirk growing as he moves his hips just right so that he can see the alpha's control snap in real-time. "I don't know if yer knot's that good, Omi-Omi." There's a challenge in his eyes. "My heat aides could probably do bett-"

A snarl rips through the air as Atsumu's pinned to the mattress once more.

Come morning, he would still look far too cocky for someone who needs to be carried around the house, and Sakusa will die before he admits that he wouldn't have it any other way.

[macbetha]

preview of four of hoards, a haikyuu au - kiyoomi x kenma (sakuken?) / ossaka - omegaverse / royalty / fantasy + shifters / dragon king omi / panther shifter kenma

As a dragon, Kiyoomi has always been warned about flying too close to the sun. With life comes bright, golden lies he’ll want to chase, but he must reign his focus on the gold in his hoard - for that is what makes the sun rise and fall in a world of dragons. But Kenma’s eyes are gold like sunstone and no dragon can fly higher than Kiyoomi. Or: A Hades and Persephone AU - what if Hades left the underworld to join Persephone in her springland home?

Preview below the cut!

Kiyoomi loathes regions of eternal summer with a special kind of repugnance, yet he’s the guest of honor at a mid-year wedding in the desert.

The desert sand at the stronghold of the Black Jackal seems to magnetize to him. This event also happens to be a Miya affair: a nine-day celebration, which is tradition in these parts. Nine days of nauseating comradery and glutinous posturing.

It’s all for the nine-tailed marriage goddess the twins and their people worship. Kiyoomi’s own physician will be one of those people soon. It’s hard to swallow.

Kiyoomi soldiers on for Akaashi’s sake. He has enough to worry about with final preparations and trying to persuade Osamu to save some things for their wedding. Osamu has already spoiled Akaashi as any king should when it comes to their intended, but Osamu is still an alpha.

Resisting the urge to bite is nearly impossible once an omega has given permission. Osamu is devoted to his regional traditions but the rule about waiting until the ceremony to bite might just do the fox king in. Oikawa has assured Kiyoomi it will be a delicious scandal.

Kiyoomi takes it upon himself to gather the flowers Akaashi wants at the ceremony. The gardens are indoors, and Kiyoomi feared he was going to step into a claustrophobic nightmare, but he shouldn’t have let the term “indoor” deter him from finding the gardens quicker.

Kiyoomi expected some flowerbeds, perhaps a fountain – not a landscape that rivals the size of a gladiatorial arena. There’s enough space for hills to stretch out pillowed by wildflowers. The air is candied, pure.

Clean waterways and spotless paths make Kiyoomi almost salivate; this trip has been nothing but sandy grime. To make matters more enriching, an oversized sundial floats midair. The dial ticks as sunlight moves through the glass ceiling.

Kiyoomi can admit he’s dazzled. Rainbow phoenixes soar overhead, teleporting across the gardens in a fiery burst, and his brain quickly stops feeling like a pulled muscle.

He tucks his basket at his elbow and follows one of the irrigation rivers with his list in hand. Koi fish trail after him, hoping for a snack. Akaashi was thoughtful enough to add rough sketches of the flowers he needs, but Kiyoomi has no clue where to find individual blooms.

He isn’t too concerned. This isn’t the worst place to get lost and better odds have tried to keep him from certain treasures in his hoard. He’s never failed in that category.

Hours pass in which Kiyoomi’s natural curiosity implores him to rest on the ground and study certain plants. He can’t name many of them. Some petals are so vibrant, it’s hard to settle on which color best describes them. These ponderings don’t weaken the happiness in him.

Gradually, he finds what Akaashi needs. Kiyoomi is quite disappointed as he reaches the end of his list. The light around him deepens with the sunset’s crimson flares. The glass ceiling opens with a mechanical groan and the phoenixes fly through for their nightly hunt.

Kiyoomi’s pointed ear twitches when music starts up somewhere outside. Dinner is about to start. He sighs profusely. His hold tightens on his flower basket, and he heads in the general direction of where he came from.

Kiyoomi tries so hard to commit all his senses to memory: the moonlight is soft and pearly, the breeze sharpening as it rips through the flowers to push Kiyoomi’s curls back. He stumbles to a stop and looks around, horns illuminating the night. Kiyoomi breathes in deeply.

His wings arc to attention. Kiyoomi studies the flow of wind through the flowers to track its path. He follows the push to the north section of the garden. Suddenly, all the perfumes around him are annoying. He can’t name the smell the wind brought to him.

He can’t even describe it or fully remember it from that initial whiff just a few moments ago. It was just… new, odd. Maybe even good. Something about it makes Kiyoomi hungry. He’s never eaten as indulgently as he needs to right now.

He wants to slash his arm across a table and push over the frilly centerpieces, wants to eat with the candlesticks overturned and the curtains burning. He wants to rip his teeth through fruit flesh and salted meat, wants to be so fucking greedy -

What is he even searching for? A particularly smelly flower? It wouldn’t be right to take one when it wasn’t on Akaashi’s list, and it wouldn’t live long. The air shifts in another direction and Kiyoomi breathes, tongue light on his bottom lip. His fangs ache in his jaw.

It's not a flower but by the gods, Kiyoomi wants it. He alters his path and walks up a steep hill. He can’t explain why he’s creeping along and being mindful of his steps while his heart urges him to hurry.

That scent clings to his open mouth. His wings move on their own, spreading to catch attention and impress. He drops the flower basket. Kiyoomi is passed deciphering these responses; he must train his eyes on the source of it all.

White flowers glow over the hilltop – moonflowers yawning awake and twisting in their search for nocturnal light. Kiyoomi finds it before the flowers do.

Cloud-cover allows only a blade of moonlight over the hill, yet an omega found it perfectly and decided to nap there. Curled up on his side with his arms folded under his cheek, he is incredibly small to have such powerful pheromones.

The skirt twisted up around the omega’s knees is patterned in golds and reds Kiyoomi should recognize as the colors of a certain noble house, but right now, he is missing the faintest memory that could remind him what the world was like before this moment.

He can’t describe the omega’s scent, but Kiyoomi eats it up with gluttonous vigor. This is what red would smell like, he thinks: warm, deep, disarming. That scent is melting into Kiyoomi’s very pores and his skin tingles as his own pheromones flare in kind.

The omega’s nose twitches as he sniffs. His eyelids flicker before bolting open. The omega loops to his feet quicker than Kiyoomi’s eyes can follow. They watch each other with abundant confirmation that the omega thinks he’s about to become some sort of prey.

Kiyoomi tips his head to the side, showing his neck as if he’s ever done it before. The omega’s breath rasps to a complete halt. His tension eases a bit, as does the warning in his smell. His sunstone gaze is calculated enough to leave Kiyoomi feeling dissected.

Kiyoomi is willing, keeping his neck arched with his head bowed in submission to ensure the omega no harm will come to him. Kiyoomi peeks up from keeping his eyes low to the ground. A flush pulses down the omega’s throat.

His small hands lower from their crooked defensive position to wring together. He combs through the long hair at his hip before tucking some behind his ear. The omega hesitates, lips parting as if he’ll grace Kiyoomi with an apology, a word, anything -

He darts away, fleeing so gracefully the flowers aren’t even disturbed. Kiyoomi’s wings fall as he pants, lightheaded. One hand finds the earth where he sinks and the other touches his chest. He feels the wardrum of his heartbeat through his shirt, his glove.

Kiyoomi rises to his feet and wavers. He walks closer to the omega’s napping spot and toes the plate of crackers and cheese. A sticky knife and spoon are nearby. Bloody fruit juice splatters the grass and Kiyoomi crouches, following the trail to an opened pomegranate.

Kiyoomi takes off his glove and scoops into it with two fingers. He touches them to his tongue, but the sweetness does not ease his frustrations - it just enhances the fact he could have handled that interaction better in a hundred different ways.

Motoya’s forcing their familial bond open like he’s trying to kick in a fucking door. Kiyoomi hurries to find his basket at the bottom of the hill. He struggles to gather himself. This isn’t the first time he’s needed to be alone to process something and can’t.

This won’t be the last time he doesn’t get what he needs. Kiyoomi’s snarl flashes in the moonlight as his wings beat and rip flowers from the earth. He launches toward the open ceiling. 

[bisexualshadowheart]

Hello simblr community!! My name is KT, my pronouns are she/her and I am 24 years old. I've been playing the sims since I was a kid, but finally decided to take the leap into making a gameplay simblr!

I am a primarily alpha cc user with an occasional mix of maxis match. I will be focusing on gameplay, storytelling, and may post an occasional lookbook!

I started a generational play with the sims above back in June of last year! I am currently now on the fifth generation. :) This tumblr will be where I post about them, but naturally I had to start my first simblr post with my founding sim of my gen play!

Please feel free to interact with this post so I can follow any fellow simmers!! I'd love to make some mutuals here and follow along with everyone's stories. :)

CREDITS: to the lovely @meghewlett for the Miya twins sims! I minorly edited Osamu by changing his hair and eyebrows. :) Credits also to all the CC creators used, along with credits to @ssiat for the pose!

[captainhoothoot]

#osasuna

Day 05: Feral behavior 

Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022 

⚠️ CW: nsfw | bitching

When Atsumu first came up with the ingenious idea of dragging his sorry ass to a dimly-lit pub right down the corner of a block after dinner, Osamu had been quick to reject his twin brother entirely. Knowing Atsumu would slither away into the lap of his mate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, was one thing. 

After hearing that it was a gathering for volleyballers in the V league, having stopped volleyball in high school to embrace his culinary dreams, Osamu found it awkward if he were to be present. 

While catching up with some players in the V league he considered friends was nice, there was a certain dark haired alpha he wanted to avoid at any cost.

Suna Rintarou- The reason for his demise and how Osamu wasn't able to get over the way Suna had shown him what it was like to ‘get wrecked’ and 'have his back blown out'. 

Simply put, back when he was 20, Suna had shown him how good it felt to be an alpha being bitched.

Now Osamu was by no means a masochist. (At least he didn't peg himself to be one.) He wasn't submissive by nature.

Born as an alpha, he'd been hard wired to find an omega as his pair, before settling down, but something had gone seriously wrong with the way he was wired. He couldn't pop a knot fucking a slick, wet omega. 

The first time he decided to leave a bar with another alpha, it proved to be an eye opener. But a good experience? Osamu begged to differ.

He wasn't a stranger to sleeping around or one night stands. While it took the edge off, Osamu never found it satisfying. Every fuck left him empty and even emptier when those alphas he'd been with, only cared about chasing after their own pleasures. 

Every alpha, except Suna.

Suna had touched him with purpose, worshipping every part of his body, sending every part of his flesh jolting, like live wire. Large palms had circled around his waist, dragging his hips down a cock-  thick, girthy and long.

Murmuring praises that sounded ridiculously hot in a silky smooth voice, Suna had made him cum on his cock with even more whispers of adoration, dragging out the pleasure in a long, torturous session, before finally giving him what he wanted- his knot.

Osamu hadn't been able to forget what being with the older, experienced alpha was like. 

"Come on 'Samu, join us!"

"No."

Speed walking back to the train station and ignoring the petulant whining, complaints and insults for being ‘too uptight, rigid and in desperate need for a good lay’ coming from Atsumu, where Osamu finally caved in was when he met his twin's honey orbs glazed over with tears.

“I just want to have a drink with yer,” Atsumu mumbled sullenly, choking up on (crocodile) tears, “We haven't seen each other since you've been so busy with Onigiri Miya’s franchise opening. The rest of the team’s here too- Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata, MSBY, even the Adlers’. We booked the place in advance to celebrate the end of a season. Come on, ‘Samu, it'll be fun. Everyone wants to see how yer doing. ” 

Osamu sighed begrudgingly, relenting.

What were the odds that he'd meet someone he had been avoiding for the past 2 years? 

Dragged into the dimly lit pub, the loud clinking of glasses, dance music and cheering could be heard. 

“Tsum Tsum and Samu’s here!” Bokuto hollered, upon noticing their entry.

Osamu found himself smiling at the warm welcome and nodded at the players mingling at different tables, drinking. Spotting Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi, he relaxed, settling amongst them. It was relieving when Kita and Aran came around and they delved into a catch up session.

It felt good talking to everyone at the bar, but Osamu should've known better that his paths with a certain alpha, were bound to cross.

Looking up from the rim of his shot glass, the familiar sight of a dark haired male standing by the entrance of the bar, made him go still. The look of interest and hunger in sultry fox-like eyes brought back Osamu's memories of being pinned under the punishing snap of hips, all too quickly.

The scent of mint and cherries filled Osamu's lungs. Taking a deep, shuddering inhale, his eyelashes fluttered shut as a full body shiver raked across his body. 

“Osamu, you okay?"

The hand that rested on his lower back left as soon as a threatening growl and snarl emitted from parted lips that had kissed and worshipped every inch of his skin once. 

"Don't fucking touch him."

A firm grip wrapped around Osamu's wrist, tugging him up forcefully, and out of the pub that had gone painfully silent, before going back to its initial volume. It was like they hadn't left in the first place.  There was a strange serenity in being the only two people standing in the middle of a small alley.

Smelling the potent scent of Suna's pheromones up close, Osamu was a jittery mess. It didn't help that the grip on his wrist had yet to slacken.

Instead, the older alpha rubbed his wrists against that his scent glands. 

Oh. This was it-

Osamu melted, jaws aching, saliva pooling in his mouth. He had missed this. The touch of an alpha older, more experienced, and knew what he was doing. 

A knowing chuckle rumbled from Suna's chest.

"I've missed you, sweetheart," the dark haired alpha murmured lowly against his ear, dragging his hands down Osamu's sides,  counting every rib, before resting his palms on his hips. 

Osamu's breath hitched in his throat at the raw emotion laced in Suna's voice.

It sounded hoarse, near feral. Daring to look into misty grey eyes with flecks of olive greens and fine, rich molten gold, Osamu could only tremble from the sheer intensity and passion raging like a storm in Suna's eyes. 

"I-"

"What do I need to do to keep you by my side, Osamu?" Suna spoke in an undertone, tugging him closer. 

Their lips brushed against one another's. Osamu was positively weak in the knees, only held by the unyielding hold the taller alpha had on him. He found himself incapable of any words, but he wanted this. Whatever it was. 

"Tell me, Osamu," The taller alpha gritted out, grip growing tighter. 

It hurt, in a good way.

Osamu leant in, closing the distance. He was done running. He didn't want to run away from what he wanted. Desired. Yearned. 

Even if it meant going against his nature as an alpha. 

"Please, Rintarou."

"I'll take care of you for the rest of my life, sweetheart."

[teamatsumu]

I want apex alphas Miya Twins

IMAGINE 2 APEX ALPHAS!!!!

And a pretty lil omega reader who’s super shy 🤰🤰

I’m cumming just thinking about it

Oh you are so real for this because really, lets imagine.

Apex Alphas are extremely rare, so even finding one is difficult. Now imagine if you have two, and both of them wanted the same omega: little old you.

You cannot, for the life of you, imagine why. You are an unclaimed omega, yes, but you are not anything special. You are one of a hundred different omegas who would give their right limb to mate with one of the twins. Yet not one, but both want you. And once they have set their sights on you, there’s no getting away.

Atsumu is more outwardly aggressive about it. You are his omega and that means no one else can have you. He physically puts himself between you and other Alphas. They cower at his presence, of course. They cannot match an Apex Alpha, so they give up on you pretty early on. It seems you’re already taken.

Osamu is more quietly intimidating. If someone hits on you, he will burn a hole in their head with his stare. Only a truly stupid Alpha wouldn’t get the hint. While Osamu won’t beat them to a pulp like Atsumu will, he is mean about his insults. He immediately comments on any Alpha’s worth, how they don’t deserve you. He goes for the jugular, and then he watches them struggle to take him on.

And there you are in the middle of it, helpless to stop them. Not that you want to. Having two prime species battle any other man so they could claim you is a massive turn on. How could it not be? Being so desirable? Your omega is preening on the inside.

[heich0e]

thoughts on the miya twins for omegaverse? :) :) :)

i think it would be interesting if one was an alpha and one was a beta :) and if the beta's partner was an omega :) surely nothing would go wrong there :)

[fufukunaga]

#sakuatsu #hqomegaverseweek2022 

Day 5: Arranged Marriage / "You don't smell like me anymore"

alpha!omi & omega!atsu

Atsumu knows he's far from the perfect omega.

He's loud, he's brash, and he's huge and the complete opposite of delicate.

Still, he's the only omega of the family. And the only hope is for his family to succeed in the business world. And that's why had been chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Sakusa's to strengthen the Miya's influence as a new name in the business world.

He marries the Sakusa's youngest alpha, Kiyoomi. And Atsumu will admit that it's not a bad arrangement. Kiyoomi is a decent alpha, good-looking, and wealthy.

Despite his prickly personality, he's a kind person deep down.

He's also more capable at house chores than Atsumu is.

Kiyoomi does the cooking, the cleaning, and the providing as he goes to work for his family's company every day.

Atsumu feels useless, if he's being honest. What kind of omega is he?

They've been married for three months now and all Atsumu has done is lounge around in their new apartment. Sure, he works from home but he feels like that doesn't count.

Kiyoomi has been such a caring alpha that Atsumu wants to return the favor.

So one day after Kiyoomi leaves for work, Atsumu sneakily makes his way to his brother's restaurant.

He knocks on Osamu's office and asks him for simple home recipes, ones that easy enough to cook for a beginner like him.

After a few teases and jabs about being a "goody-two shoes omega", Osamu helps him.

He spends almost the entire day with Osamu, his alpha twin.

Atsumu earns scrapes on his hands as he learns to handle a knife. He gets splashed by boiling oil as he learns how to handle a knife. He gets splashed by boiling oil as he learns how to fry fish. He sheds tears from cutting onions.

And he goes home arms heavy with bags of groceries.

But it's all worth it, he thinks. Kiyoomi is worth it.

Once he gets home, he's just in time for him to be able to whip up his very first meal for Kiyoomi. He decides to go with something simple— as Osamu puts it, "something even middle schoolers can dom"

He takes out the ingredients, cuts them into pieces, and heats up the stove.

He's too busy following the instructions Osamu has written out for him to hear the door open and close upon his husband's arrival.

Atsumu almost drops his spatulas when he hears Kiyoomi's voice go "Atsu?"

"Holy shit," Atsumu curses— another trait frowned upon in most omegas.

He turns around to see Kiyoomi standing by the kitchen entrance. "Omi-kun, don't scare me like that."

"Sorry," he mutters.

He enters the kitchen sheepishly, trying to look over Atsumu's shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Cooking," Atsumu says with a smile.

Kiyoomi looks at him confused. "Why?"

Atsumu huffs. "Because I'm trying to be a good omega to my alpha."

He turns his back to Kiyoomi to return to his cooking.

Suddenly, he feels a weight drop on his left shoulder and is surprised to see Kiyoomi nuzzling his nose to Atsumu's neck.

Atsumu flinches. "Omi-kun, what—"

Kiyoomi hums. "You don't smell like me anymore." There's a displeased growl underneath his statement which makes Atsumu's spine shiver (in fear or affection, he doesn't know).

Atsumu flushes as Kiyoomi starts to nip at his neck, very clearly scenting him. "I—uh—"

He stammers. "I was with Samu the whole day learning how to cook."

"You didn't have to," Kiyoomi says and Atsumu can't tell if he's appeased by it or not.

"But I wanted to," Atsumu argues. He cranes his neck slightly to Kiyoomi. "For you."

"But I don't want you smelling like anybody else," he mutters onto Atsumu's shoulder, wrapping his arms around Atsumu's waist.

Atsumu chuckles lightly, energy fading  "I didn't even know ya've been scenting me all this time."

Kiyoomi shakes his head. "I haven't.

This is the first time I've done it."

"But then how—?"

"I've just been heavily scenting all the things you interact with in the house. It's not as effective as direct scenting though. Since it easily fades when you go outside."

Atsumu turns off the stove and turns around to face Kiyoomi, wrapping an arm around his neck. "Then why haven't ya scented me before?"

"I—" Kiyoomi hesitates. It's the first time Atsumu has seen him close to flustered. "I wanted to. For the longest time. But I didn't want you to be uncomfortable.

I want to respect your boundaries, as you've been doing with me."

Atsumu laughs, throwing his head back in the process. "Omi-kun, ya do know I'm a touchy guy, right? Yer more than welcome to touch me." Atsumu pauses, then adds, "For scenting or otherwise."

He winks.

Kiyoomi's scent spikes at the statement, pupils dilating. But he shakes his head. He clears his throat. "I wanted to court you properly first. That's why I've been cooking. I asked your brother for good courting gifts and he told me to just feed you good food."

That damn scrub, Atsumu thinks. He knew all along.

"Ya don't have to court me," Atsumu says. "We're already married." He pulls up his hand to show the golden band on his ring finger.

"True," Kiyoomi says. "But I still want to.

I don't want our marriage to be forged solely from a business deal. I want you to accept me as your alpha because you want to."

"But I do want ya, Kiyoomi." Atsumu smiles up at him reassuringly. This is the first time the two of them has talked about their arranged marriage ever since being wed.

It's the first time they're truly speaking to each other as husbands rather than merely two cohabitating adult men.

It's the first time Atsumu feels like he and Kiyoomi are connecting and properly seeing each other for the first time.

It makes Atsumu's heart feel warm and giddy. Like he was a teenager falling in love for the first time. It was stupid, but he can't help it.

All this time, Atsumu was wanted. Despite not being the perfect omega. And he was wanted by a perfect alpha, no less.

"I'm sorry if you felt like you weren't a good omega all this time," Kiyoomi tells him, his eyes shining with sincerity. "You are perfect." Kiyoomi takes Atsumu's hand and places a kiss on top of his wedding ring. "And I am so glad that you are mine."

Atsumu purrs, feeling a deeper kind of satisfaction running through his entire body. His inner omega is appeased and his insecurities are quelled.

"I'm yours."

[hinahaikyuu]

My Baby’s Baby | Chapter 2

Growing up with the twins was an experience, you knew almost everything about them. Including the fact, Atsumu Miya didn’t want a kid, and that was fine. When you got pregnant as close knit friends with benefits, you weren’t going to force him be a dad, but you were surprised when his twin jumped in the moment he got the news.

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This had to have been the most nerve wrecking thing you have ever done. 

You and Atsumu sat on your couch in silence. He had been here for an hour already, and neither of you had said a word or even moved. When you first became friends with benefits you set some ground rules; neither of you would put sex over your work, the sex would not have any impact on your friendship, and third was that neither of you would get in the middle of each others potential love life. But this- this never crossed either of your minds. 

“How far along are you?”

“eight weeks.”

“We’re.. are.. I don’t know-” Atsumu started, looking down at his shoes, “did ya stop your birth control?” 

“No.” you answered, showing him the proof he needed without him asking. He knew you wouldn’t lie to him, but he would appreciate it none the less. “and you’re sure no condoms broke?”

“I’m sure.” He sighed, leaning back. “I don’t want a kid yn, I’m 22 and just became starting setter for MSBY.”

“Technically, you’ll be 23 by the time the baby would be born.” you teased, shrugging your shoulders. “However, I’m not going to make you be a dad. Maybe an uncle? Maybe help me when I need it as a good friend, but I won’t make you be a dad.” 

“Ya know I would do that. I’m not gonna leave ya alone, neither would ma or Samu.” He looked at you, and he could see the fear in your eyes. “You don’t want to get rid of it huh?”

“No..” You held yourself, “I did talk with the doctor a little, and did some research and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.” 

“Ya body, ya choice. I’m sorry to have done this t’ya.” 

“No Tsumu, I’m sorry this happened to the both of us.” You looked up at Tsumu who was just gawking at you.

“Ya have nothing to be sorry about, ya couldn’t get pregnant if it wasn’t for me. Like we said, we both took the proper measures, it just happened. Besides, if Samu heard ya apologizing to me, he’d beat ma ass again...”

“Again?”

“Yea. He didn’t like that I wasn’t plannin on stickin’ around with ya so he beat my ass yesterday.” the two of you shared a giggle, you didn’t expect Tsumu to abandon you, but- you guessed that was an option. Now you felt sick to your stomach, knowing he was thinking about it. 

The silence was deafening, but the surprise hug that Tsumu gave you could have saved your hearing. It took a moment for you to wrap your arms around him, this isn’t something you thought he would have done. You knew he would be level headed for you, knowing that Kita is a threat should he not be. If he wasn’t scared of Kita, it was his own mother. She loved you after all. 

“Can I talk to you about something else too?” He let go, and you wiped your tears. 

“Yeah, of course.” 

“I met this girl at the cafe the other day, and I’ve invited her to the game on Friday and to go out with us after. Are you okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You shrugged, “I know this...” you rubbed your belly, “Is pretty complicated but we agreed our arrangement wouldn’t effect future love lives. I can make an appearance on Bo’s hip for one night, he’d be pretty happy.” you laughed, Bokuto always wanted you to go to one of these events as his ‘date’ instead of as Tsumus even if it wasn’t really a date. 

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The Run

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by notananimegirl

Long before the twins were born, their village, Inarizaki made an arrangement with Itachiyama, a tribe of wolf shifters, that one son would become the mate to the tribe’s future chief. Atsumu, the oldest and omega son, was passed up in favor of Osamu, the youngest and a beta, to carry out this agreement. Whoever was chosen would take part in The Run, a series of trials that chosen omegas and betas must pass in order to demonstrate their worth as a mate for their alpha.

To everyone's disbelief and Inarizaki’s displeasure, Sakusa ignores Osamu's presence, ultimately choosing Atsumu as his mate instead.

Untrained and unprepared, Atsumu must now participate in The Run to prove not just to his family that he is capable of succeeding but also to his future mate who has chosen him.

Words: 8237, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Ojiro Aran, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi, Hinata Shouyou, Iizuna Tsukasa, Yachi Hitoka, Original Characters

Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Meian Shuugo/Miya Osamu, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma, Iizuna Tsukasa/Yachi Hitoka

Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, chosen mates, Violence, Blood, Omega Miya Atsumu, Alpha Sakusa Kiyoomi, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Brief Description of Animals Being Butchered, Protective Miya Osamu, Hurt/Comfort, Feral Behavior, Courting Rituals, Shifters, Mating Trials, Light Angst, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Mating Bites, Triggered Heats, Triggered Ruts, Barebacking, non-traditional dynamics, Abused Miya Atsumu, Smitten Sakusa Kiyoomi, Emotional Abuse, Pack Dynamics, Accidental Voyeurism, Badass Miya Atsumu, Intersex Omegas, Possessive Behavior

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