ok this could apply to any god butsince we were talking abt atsumu how about “i’ve missed this.” w human reader where since he’s a god he comes and goes and when he comes back he’s all tired but wants to see reader they just cuddle and it’s all soft n fluffy !!!! aaaaaah

OKAY i know it’s been so long since i’ve interacted on this acc i’m really sorry yall but i’ve been so busy with work and it’s been really dificult for me to be focused enough to write aaajkdsdsjsj anyways i’m on meds now and am pulling less hours so maybe i can have the energy to write anyways here’s something i wrote at 3 am one time

As the seconds went by, you could feel your shoulders begin to slouch more and more, while the aches of that day began to settle and weigh heavy on your back. You stared quietly at your reflection in the mirror with somewhat sunken eyes as you persisted on in brushing your teeth, the light hum of the brush against your teeth working as its own little lullaby in an attempt to lull you to sleep right then and there. 

Just a few more moments, you thought to yourself, and then you could be on your way into bed and finally put this day to an end.

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long until you finished your nightly routine and found yourself crawling into bed, a yawn drawing itself out from your lips as your eyes barely hung themselves open. 

You flopped onto your back and let a heavy huff bounce out of you from the impact, with your eyes finally being allowed to close themselves. 

However, just as you thought this day was , it seemed the night had just one more surprise left for you. The apartment had been silent, until the faintest thud caught your ear in a room far off from yours, followed by some just as quiet shuffling sounds. The sounds slowly drew nearer towards your room, and though your eyes didn’t open, you could feel a long, relieved smile grow upon your lips.

It would be natural for any person to feel fear or anxiety in a situation where any unwarranted movement was heard throughout one’s home. And though it was unwarranted, yes, it didn’t take you even a half second to know what that approaching noise was. Or rather, who it was. 

It was only when the sound of movement stopped just at your doorway that you finally opened your eyes to peer at the figure that stood feet from your bed. Your smile grew somewhat larger, and in a soft, rasped voice from sleepiness you mumbled, “Took you long enough.”

Atsumu Miya laughed quietly in response, attempting to not be too loud, knowing very well just how tired you were. Already knowing what to do, you scooted over a foot or so to make room for him, an offer Atsumu immediately accepted as he crawled in next to you, all the while speaking lowly, “I know it’s late, but it’s been a rough day. I wanted to see you.”

For a while, you only nodded in response to his comment, eyes now fully closed. However, as your lover crawled into bed with you, almost as if it were instinctual, your arms wrapped around his torso to pull his flush against your chest. In response, his arms did just the same, his leg even raised and moved to hook itself around your hip, the both of you trying to capture any physical contact you could while the moment lasted. It took awhile but eventually, you got around to  responding with words, “You and me both.” Atsumu simply hummed in acknowledgement at your words. 

It was warm with the two of you snuggled up under the covers, but just enough to avoid being too uncomfortable. Your mind already half asleep, you mumbled dazedly an, “I missed you,” with the words coming out fairly muffled as your mouth laid pressed against his chest. Atsumu’s fingers found themselves running through your hair as he slowly and gently kneaded at your scalp, soothing hushes leaving him in an attempt to ease you into sleep. “I missed you too, I’ve missed this. But sleep now, we’ll talk later,” he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, With that you needed no further convincing as you gave what could be barely considered a nod, and managed to scootch yourself even closer to him in a desperation for more of his warmth. You didn’t know how long he was here to stay, as he often had to leave earlier than expected. But you decided that now wasn’t really the time to worry about something like that. He was here now, and that alone was enough to put you at ease. 

can u do a short scenario where bokuto and his now wife just got married and they’re on their way to the honeymoon and it’s just fluffy where bokuto’s so happy and he’s just like “god damn i love my wife” this might not make sense but u get the vibe

wow,,, kara actually posting something? here’s this, it’s been forever but i hope you like it

Scenario; Bokuto being so in love with his wife that it just makes his heart swell

(Fem!Reader)

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       “Bokuto,” your voice murmurs lowly as your eyes fixate on the fingers intertwined with your own. Koutarou looks at you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Yeah?” he asks, leaning over to kiss your temple lightly. You pause for another heartbeat, still looking at your hands as your head falls to Koutarou’s shoulder. “I’m Bokuto,” you say, glancing up at your now-husband with a grin breaking onto your face. Koutarou laughs heartily, shoulders trembling as he smiles widely, punching a fist into the air. “You’re damn right you’re Bokuto,” he shouts, pulling his hand from yours and wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulder.

           Koutarou leans closely to you from the airplane seat next to you, holding a fake microphone close to your mouth. “How does it feel to be the prettiest, sexiest, most amazing Bokuto in the whole entire world?” You tapped the fictional mic, blowing onto his fist twice before mustering up confidence in your voice. “Well, Kou, I just wanted to thank you for letting me come out here today, it really means a lot,” you giggle lightly before clearing your throat, continuing. “I’d have to say being the prettiest, sexiest, most amazing Bokuto in the whole entire world feels pretty great, but I’d have to ask you the same question, Kou. How does it feel to be the greatest, most athletic, cutest, sweetest Bokuto in the whole entire world?” Koutarou grins sheepishly, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck and grabbing your hand again, tracing circles against the back of it.

           He’s silent for a moment, smile pressed into the soft of your neck as he breathes into your ear lightly. “It’s still surreal to me, even though we’ve been married for two weeks now,” you murmur, resting your head on his with a sigh. “Two weeks, three days, twelve hours, thirty-six minutes, and forty-two seconds,” Koutarou says against your skin, almost inaudible. Your eyes close, letting out another breathy sigh as his other hand finds your arm, tracing abstract shapes with the pad of his index finger.

           “I mean all of it, you know that, right?” he mutters against your neck again, pressing a light kiss to your skin before looking at you with soft eyes. “All of what?” you ask, opening an eye to look at Koutarou tiredly. “My vows,” you close your eyes again, chuckling lightly as you wrap your arm around his and pull your feet up onto the seat, pressing closer into his side. “Even though you waited until the day before the ceremony to scribble them down onto a piece of paper?” Koutarou grins bashfully.

           “I didn’t even use those notes,” he confesses and your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head to look at him. Honey-colored eyes met yours and a blush scattered across his cheeks, his mouth turning up into a grin. “I knew nothing I said would even come close to how I actually feel,” you fell silent, heart now drumming against your chest as you shake your head, smiling softly to yourself. “You never told me that,”

           “I didn’t really have time to,” Koutarou cackles, nudging you lightly. “We haven’t really had much time to do any talking,” he trails off and your face reddens as you smack his shoulder, pushing him away with a grin on your face. “Shut up.”

           Koutarou smiles at you, unwavering fondness resting in the glimmer of his eyes. He pulls you closer into his chest, thankful he could flip up the armrest between the seats. Your breathing evens out and Koutarou tugs a sleeping mask over your eyes, nuzzling a kiss into your hair before resting his forehead against the top of your head. He waits a moment, making sure you’re fully asleep before whispering breathily in your ear.

           “I’m so happy you found me,” he can’t help the smile that breaks across his face as he continues. “God, you still get my heart racing, I can’t believe we have the rest of our lives together. I’m going to make you the best breakfasts in bed, I swear to god babe you haven’t even seen my ultimate scrambled eggs, my secret is that I put a little bit of garlic in them…” Koutarou babbles on, pressing kisses in your hair as he absentmindedly and subconsciously traces hearts into the palm of your hand.

           “I’m so in love with you,” he somehow manages to whisper as his hand falls in his lap and his head falls against yours with a light thump.

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You woke later, shifting the sleeping mask from your eyes and squeezing Koutarou’s hand softly. He shot awake, snorting and throwing punches into the air. You choke back laughter, never getting used to his violent routine. You shifted and stretched your legs, opening the blind on the window to your left, and gasping loudly at the view below.

The shimmering ocean spread out in all directions beneath you, so far that even if you squinted you couldn’t see land. Your eyes widened and you furiously grasped for Koutarou’s arm, dragging him across your lap and pressing a finger to the window. Your feet shuffled against the floor, bumping against the carry-on suitcase underneath your seat. Koutarou grinned at you, squinting the blinding sunlight out of his eye as he pressed his cheek to the window, effectively blocking your view. You shove him back out of the window, eyes glistening with joy.  

As he watched your childlike glee, Koutarou knows that even the deepest depths and the farthest reaches of the ocean pales in comparison to his love for you.