#osamu drabble

[kitashousewife]

“my back hurts,” osamu bends back, wincing with his eyes closed. it’s a saturday, post dinner rush, and he’s taking a break outside.

“maybe if you wore better shoes, you wouldn’t be bothered so much.”

your voice sounds distant through the phone speakers. his black high-tops kicks a pebble out of the way. very broken in, stained, and even a little ripped. he takes his hat off to rub his head before responding.

“but they match and look nice,”

“you can find nice, matching shoes with some support.”

osamu snorts. “those always look ugly,”

you laugh on the other line, and he grins. you groan, and hold the phone up closer to your lips.

“you’re a dork. we can look online later tonight, okay?”

“fine,” he sighs. he can hear the employees in the shop speaking louder, and he takes that as his queue to go back inside. “ya on yer way? yer favorite is the special tonight,”

he can feel you smile. “it’s the special every night. and yes, i’m only a couple blocks away.”

he pushes the back door open, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear as he puts his apron on again. he finishes the call and heads straight to the seating area to set your table up with the plastic reserved sign. like he does every saturday night.

he might even join you this time. just to rest his back, like he does every saturday.

[clawsdevour]

hold the phone

wc: 0.8k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, osamu x reader, smut, osamu's on call with atsumu but also in you, mating press, not proof read

𓂅 ‧₊ ˚

osamu's large smoldering hands push behind your knees down closer to your chest, as if flattening you into a pancake. a mating press compacted under his large throbbing figure that reeked of lust the more osamu's cock shoves itself in and back out of your sopping cunt that yearned for more.

heaving moans being exchanged amidst the heat and built-up sexual tension in the air while the squelching sounds of your fluids combining rapidly grew louder by the second amongst your damp skin slapping against each other.

however, just when you felt him poke at your g-spot, a buzzing sound that vibrated in the sheets glowed a white screen under the thin fabric.

bzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzz..!

coming to a quick halt, slowing his strokes to become gradual and sensational pace as his rippling torso reaches to your side to check who's calling at this ungodly hour.

"should i pick up? it's my brother atsumu, ugh what does he want?" he groaned in exhaustion, showing you atsumu's contact ringing in the palm of his hand.

"yeah but make it quick 'samu.." you cooed out, eyebrows furrowed as his throbbing cock continued to leisurely move in and out of your overstimulated slick folds.

"m'kay," osamu's husky deep voice trailed along with a slight smirk creasing on the right corner of his mouth, a finger in the middle of his lips subtly signifying you to be quiet.

pressing the receive button with his large thumb, then the speaker icon. osamu's bringing his cell closer to his ear, placing it in the crook of his neck supported by his broad shoulder.

"y'er on speaker," averting his eyes back onto the holy sight under his muscular stature, returning a hand back under your knee with the other drawing tiny circles on your pulsating slippery clit.

"'samu..!" you discreetly squeaked out when you felt his fiery imprints on you.

osamu's looking down on you with his droopy sinful eyes, the plastered smirk on his lips spreading to the ends of his face when he started to slowly click his hips with yours, your hands finding their way to your face to block out any noise that'd soon escape from your lips.

"did my package get to y'er address by any chance? it said it was delivered, but i ain't see it at all," hearing his twin on the other side of the call.

"mm.. it might've. i can check after i'm done with what i'm doin'," a chillingly calm response to suppress his grunting.

"aight, just let me know if it came. i'll head over tomorrow mornin' to pick it up," listening to atsumu sigh before a shuffling noise, thinking he's about to hang up.

"soo.. 'samu, how's ya girl been?" questioning his twin with a playful tone, almost taunting him.

it's like that question made osamu harder. just the bare thought alone of watching you get stuffed full of him whilst having a conversation on the side ignited something in him. it just made osamu want to tease you even more.

"goin'– ...great" osamu visibly grunts, hoping the audio caught onto atsumu's end, "she's with me right now actually.. d'ya wanna say hi to her?"

eyes widening in shock as your jaw dropped when you hear osamu suggest that you say hi. making out a 'sure!' from the other end of the line, osamu's releasing his grip on the back of your knee to bring his phone closer to your mouth.

"h-hey..! how you been atsumu..!" you breathed out, trying to steady your heart that raced out of your chest despite osamu's thrusts starting to increase in speed.

"what's good, is 'samu treating ya like royalty?" atsumu joked, replying with a simple, "mhm–!"

shit. you just accidentally let a moan slip by on speaker. looking up at your boyfriend in a blazing red shade, he's got the biggest grin on his face from how flustered you are before taking the phone back.

"sorry 'tsumu, we're in the middle of something. pick it up in the mornin', yeah?" immediately coming to a close to finish what he started.

tossing his phone back into the tangled crinkled sheets, he's going at you with full force making you yelp out loud from the sudden change in pace.

osamu's hot face peppers your pink complexion with his gentlest kisses like a reward. moving down to press sloppy wet hickeys on your neck while you whimpered in pleasure.

"so that's why y'all was acting weird.." atsumu loudly gasped despite being muffled in with the sheets.

osamu forgot to press the end call button.

masterlist here

[ugokuna]

osamu raised a brow. stared. sucked in a breath. then scowled at the thing crawling to him. shook his head and said, "i wanna blood test."

"what?" you gasp, coming out of the bedroom and joining your husband in the living room.

"ya heard me. i mean, just look at him!" osamu picks it up and turns the baby towards you. "looks nothing like me."

"babe-"

"he looks like atsumu. don' look nothing like me is all 'm saying. ain't that suspicious?"

you can't help but playfully role your eyes. "'samu, he's our child." you say, pausing to look at the one year old child in your husband's arm before saying, "we planned this remember? you and me and no one else."

osamu hums and turns his baby boy back to face him, who stares back at him with those big eyes, and the restaurant owner has to try so hard not to break face. "still. been noticing how much he's been looking more like tsumu than me. i mean, can you really believe he looks like him?"

osamu jerks his head towards his twin, who's in the kitchen.

atsumu catches his brother's eyes and smiles at him, completely oblivious to the conversation. osamu feigns a quick smile back before returning his attention to you, who is now standing next to him.

"you didn't sleep with him did you?"

"of course not." you look at atsumu too, the both of you watching as he struggles to prepare a simple snack for your son. "you really think i'd sleep with him? he wasn't even first on the list for being the godfather."

osamu raised a brow at you and sets his child down and watches him crawl towards you. "says the one who wanted sakusa to be."

"i... well-" you stutter out. "well i thought he'd be a good one... at the time."

he laughs as he pulls you in for a side hug, kissing the crown of your head. you both silently watch atsumu again as he moves mindlessly around the kitchen frantically. "why did we agree for him to babysit tonight?"

you elbow your lover. "because he offered to so that we can go out tonight. and," you add quickly, "because he hasn't seen our son since the league started; i think it'd be great bonding time now that the season is over."

"trust me, the only thing he's good at is volleyball and that's it. his brain doesn't have the capacity for anything else."

"i heard that!" atsumu yells from the kitchen, accidentally spilling some of the snacks all over the floor. upon hearing the noise, your son eagerly starts making his way there.

osamu rolls his eyes. "yea yea." your husband sends you a look and you're already making your way to your phone.

"already on it," you peck his cheek before getting your phone to find hinata's number in the contacts.

"so glad we chose him as the godfather," your husband grumbles under his breath, following his son's excited babbles into the kitchen.

[bokutone]

your first kiss with osamu feels so weird, you were used to his boldness, his flirty comments, and his touchy hands. so it comes as a bit of a surprise when the only thing you recognize in him is shyness.

he's not sure what to do, he has kissed people before. but it was always meaningless, and with you it's different. it's important. special.

he doesn't want to ruin it but he might be thinking is a little too late for that because confusion is plastered all over your face when he looks at you after that weird kiss. so he panics, you can see it in his eyes, the wave of fear clouding those grey orbs that you like so much disappears as quick as it cames and when you open your moth to question him you're met with a handful of rice shoved into your mouth.

because obviously, one awkward moment wasn't enough. he's so charming, isn't he?

[katescorner]

osamu who has a gaggle of fangirls just like all the boys on the inarizaki volleyball team, but he doesn't exactly know how to deal with them like the others do. atsumu feels at ease in the spotlight, so he entertains his crowd by flirting; it's just who he is. meanwhile, suna accepts their chocolates and occasionally tosses a glance their way during practice sets. sure, osamu doesn't mind the attention, but it also feels awkward and honestly a bit uncomfortable to have eyes on him all the time. so he does what anyone in his position would do.

he gets into a fake relationship.

part two linked here

[akirqx]

Breakfast

Osamu Miya x reader

Ever since you and Osamu recently moved in together, his new favourite thing is waking up extra early to make breakfast for you.

Even if he’s tired, even if he’s running late to work, he’s always going to make sure you eat breakfast.

And so it kind of became a game between the two of you; who would be the one to make breakfast that morning?— a very silly game to some, but it’s always been able to put a smile on your face.

You made sure to put an alarm that night for the morning, but when morning came you woke up to an empty bed.

You quickly rub your eyes awake and sit up, the bedsheets folding on your lap. You reached over to your phone to turn off the alarm— it’s 6:50am.

You rushed out of bed to the kitchen only to be met with Osamu’s shirtless back.

“Samu!! It’s so early what are you doing up!?” You huffed. He’s beat you to it every time. Not that you really mind though, you love his cooking.

“Makin’ us breakfast?” He replies back innocently, focusing on the food.

After taking a second to admire his toned muscles, you walked up to him and lazily wrapped your arms around him, head resting on his back.

“Not fair, how did you beat me? I put my alarm a whole 25 minutes earlier than when we usually wake up.” You peeked your head out next to his arm, catching a glimpse of what he was cooking. Pancakes, he’s making pancakes—those really fluffy ones.

You hear him chuckle before seeing his head turn to look at you, “I don’t think ya realized ya set the alarm right in front of me—“ he leaned down slightly to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. “—so I made sure to wake up earlier.”

You sigh and mentally take note to be more aware next time.

“Okay I’ll set the table then..” you release your arms from around him to grab the plates.

“Actually, I was thinkin’ breakfast in bed today, ya?” He turned around to face you with a small smile, those warm ones that make you all soft inside.

“Okay..” you return the smile and give him the plates before leaning up to meet him with a quick peck before returning to bed.

Osamu would never admit it (he might), but he feels a sense of pride whenever you eat his meals. He’ll never let you win the silly little game because the look on your face when you take the first bite is so precious to him, he won’t have a good morning without seeing it.

I lowk hate thisss but I needed to post something😭

this is the best I can give during writers block❤️

[hqshine]

𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ˚✧₊⁎ 隐藏

Mentions: Hinata Shoyo, Tsukishima Kei, Oikawa Tooru, Osamu Miya

Genre: Fluff, Timeskip

a/n: I guess i’m back after so many years! in the name of self-comfort, please enjoy :)

— 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

The air stills, eyes focused on the other side of the net, Hinata places his hand on the left side of his chest. Closest to the heart.

It was just another match today, nothing different from any other. Just like any other match, his fingers trail up and finds his way to wrap around the clover pendant hanging around his neck.

Bringing the metal chain out, Hinata kisses it. Eyes closed, and he took a few seconds to go into the zone. The whistle rings through the court, as his teammates stand in formation. The match was about to start.

Just before the next whistle, signalling the start of the thrilling game. Hinata turns his body around, eyes immediately findings yours. Still holding on the clover, he kisses it one more time, eyes never leaving yours. The corner of his lips lifts, as he rolls back his shoulders and stands tall.

He was going to win, no matter what, just like any other match.

For his lucky clover, his determination sends a hidden message.

“i’ll make you proud my love.”

— 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

The crowd was filled with excitement and energy. Elbows resting on his knees, leaning forward, Tsukishima places his headphones. Before the game begins, there’s 5 more minutes. Enough for one more song.

He presses play, usually Tsukishima goes for classical melodies. But as the olden tune of Harry James, “It’s Been A Long, Long Time”.

Closing his eyes, he lets himself enjoy the slow jazz and sound of instruments while everything else tunes out.

He gently grasps the chain around his neck. Glinting under the lights, he places a kiss on the matching ring that both of you share.

As everyone starts to gather for one more cheer before the game starts, Tsukishima takes one last look at his phone, listening to the last line,

“So kiss me once again. It’s been a long, long time”

Stretching his fingers and getting off the bench, his energy and motivation surges. Tsukishima decides it’s time to end this season with a bang and go home to his trophy.

His sweet wife.

— 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

“Keep your eyes on player 4”

The coach says, as everyone gets into the zone. The crowd was filling in quickly and everyone’s eyes focused on Oikawa Tooru. The Grand king of the court. His reputation preceded him even after graduating high school and now as a professional player.

Raking his hands through his chestnut brown hair, he lips pull up into a handsome grin. The one he flashes, to reassure those around him.

A towel lands on his head, “Show them what you got, if not i’m confiscating your prize tonight” You say while passing him his bottle.

His lips turn into a cute pout, he brings you close to him by the waist. Leaning down he whispers, “If i win, I expect double the prize, my dearest manager. No, triple.”

Without hearing your response, his eyes light up seeing your eyes widen. He placed one more kiss on your forehead before getting into position.

As the whistle blows, his hands makes a signal. In volleyball, players use signs to indicate a strategic move. But this sign, is only used between the team captain and his dearest wife.

“I love you.”

— 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

You enjoy visiting Osamu’s restaurant. Quaint, homey and filled with warmth. Not to mention, the eye candy working behind the counter.

With your frequent visits after work, Osamu quickly recognised your usual order. Becoming a regulars quickly turns into an innocent friendship. But was it really all innocent?

Osamu is a man who listens. Especially to the person who is quickly becoming the light of his life. He enjoys listening to your rants, cravings and anything at all.

“I started to listen to this song, called ‘Heart’” For the longest time after that the same song plays in the restaurant everytime you enter.

“I started craving for tuna” The specials next week all contained tuna.

“My favourite animal is the giraffe” Every night since you starting visiting the restaurant, there’s a small giraffe toy sitting on a table, nearest to the chef’s counter (Osamu’s spot). You’ll always have somewhere to wind down after a long day at his restaurant.

As Osamu’s prepares your usual just like every other day. He listens to you talk about betty and Jane at work, your smiling lighting up the room as you shared about your new project while playing with your small giraffe.

He hopes you get his hidden message one day. As the blush creeps up his face,

“Heavenly”

[tomasweetheart]

osamu x gn!reader, domestic fluff, osamu calls reader "sweetpea", reader calls osamu "baby", oh how i yearn for him <3

Osamu's morning routine was solid.

He woke up at 5 every morning, despite the fact that Onigiri Miya opened at 8. When he was younger, he would've gone for a jog to keep himself in shape. Now however, he feels no need to change anything about himself.

It always takes him a little, before he berudgingly gets out of bed and trudges to the bathroom that's connected to your shared bedroom, his safe space. The room the two of you share every night, tight in one another's embrace.

He starts the shower, and spends about the first five minutes allowing the warm water to cascade down his body, finally waking him up fully.

It's about 5:30-ish, when he's done. He brushes his teeth, with your toothpaste today, because his ran out. The taste reminds him of you, everything does.

When he's done with his teeth, getting dressed, putting in his contacts and messing with his hair, it's almost 6:10. He was supposed to wake you up at 6, but he knows you all too well, and his efforts would be wasted if he tried.

"Sweetpea," he whispers, shaking your shoulder gently, your tired groan hurting his heart just a little, "it's 6:10...gotta get up."

"Samu...10 more minutes..." you whine, just like every morning, making his small smile break out again, "...lay with me, please?" you plead, but it's not like you have to. Before you can even finish your question, he's already back in the warm bed for you, setting his phone alarm for 6:20.

His chest presses against your back, pulling you close as he presses soft kisses all over your face and neck, making your sleepy heart flutter while the fatigue overtakes you once more.

Osamu knows you won't wake up at 6:20, or 6:30 or even 6:45, but he doesn't care. Because this is how he spends his morning, wrapped up with you after already getting himself ready for the day, hitting snooze on that obnoxious alarm until he morally can't anymore, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

[causenessus]

hihi congrats on 1k! could i get 🍺 with osamu? maybe they end up stargazing after getting tipsy and osamu is reaffirming his love for reader while she’s just rambling on about how pretty the stars are and how they remind her of him. tysm in advance i love your works hehehe

sweetest. | miya o.

osamu x f!reader

written in 2nd perspective

prompts from 1k followers event: 🍺 -> drunk

"everywhere, everything / i wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat / 'til our fingers decompose / i'll keep my hands in yours" from everywhere, everything by noah kahan

word count: 1.6k words

notes: fluff! reader and osamu are in an established relationship and both attend culinary school or something like that :) sorry if any ideas or terms are incorrect!!! hi i'm still alive!! happy december^^

it felt like a scene from a movie; something you’d watch during the middle of the film, not quite the end of a couple’s story, but far from their beginning.

he had his hand in yours, pulling you forward, further into the field, the only sounds being the grass brushing against your shoes and the giggles coming from both of you as you stumbled forward.

“samu– stop pulling so hard– ‘m gonna fall,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath; the result of laughing too hard and the long trek here from your dorm. what started as a celebration of passing your shared final with a single bottle of soju had turned into a trip to the grocery store and then a race to a nearby field.

god knew what time it was now, but it hardly mattered. classes had finished and the coming spring was beginning to melt the last snowfall. the sky was clear and the bleeze that blew your hair to the side was nice and pleasant.

osamu had only given you a grin in return for your complaint, tugging at your hand one more time especially harshly, causing you to exclaim as you were drawn flush to his chest. he hadn’t even bothered to change out of his shirt from earlier in the day, and you could still smell the strawberries you’d both used in your final dish during your pastry class. you weren’t sure if the reminder of the dish was good or bad– you’d both passed with flying colors (luckily) but it had been the final you were most nervous for.

his arms around you made the thought drift away before you could decide, as wrapping your arms around him was the only thing you could think of while you both continued to stumble forward.

however, being so close to him, you felt when his foot hit something hidden with the grass, and your world seemed to flip as the both of you yelped, falling to the ground.

taking the brunt of the impact, osamu groaned, trying to grab hold of his surroundings again while you giggled, still laying on his chest. “mmph…” he groaned, a hand to his head as your boyfriend tried to recover from the fall.

as his hand slid down his face, he opened his eyes, staring up at the night sky, almost going still as he was taken aback by the view. “damn, sweetheart… you should turn around. ‘s really pretty above us.”

“hm?” you perked your head up, a playful look in your eyes, “what could be more pretty than what’s right in front of me? i think i’m happy looking right here~” you teased, peering into his face, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“oh stop,” he mumbled, looking away as his face heated up. he was trying to form the right comeback in his mind, but nothing could hide the way his heart sped up at your words. you were right on top of him, a hand pressed to his chest while the other was roaming, mainly running up and down his left arm. “ ‘s not prettier than you, but the sky is clear tonight. i think you’d like it,” he spoke up, turning his head back to look at you, feeling a little shy under your gaze. he’d meant to say something flirty to fluster you back, but he’d ended up just sounding like a pathetic wimp, and he could already hear his stupid brother laughing his ass off in his head from what he’d said. that annoying hyena laugh of his– where did his twin get it from? surely not his mother.

“mm…if you say so, ‘samu. i’ll look for you,” your voice was heavy and slurred as you stumbled over your words, and perhaps the trip to the store for more liquor earlier hadn’t been needed. you both had celebrated plenty with what you'd already had at home.

you pressed another kiss to his jaw, and then another, and then you were moving lower until he placed his hands on your sides and you hummed, sliding off his chest to lay on your back beside him, your arm still splayed out across his middle.

his eyes had followed you as you rolled off, and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face as he watched your eyes widen at the sight above. your lips parted slightly as you kept looking up, eyebrows relaxed and slightly raised in awe of the view above you.

normally, the light pollution from the streetlights that illuminated the paths of your college campus prevented you from seeing much of the nighttime sky but out in this field, laying in the cool, wet, dewy grass away from any light source, the sky was littered with stars. it wasn’t even all that dark on its own, you realized, and you wondered why there were even lights in the cities to begin with. you were positive you'd be able to navigate the city with your only light being the sky above. it was expansive, and if you looked far enough back, lifting your head slightly off the ground, everything else in sight disappeared, leaving you with only a view of the sky which seemed to curve and go on forever. the stars glimmered upon their wide canvas that wasn’t quite black, but a twilight blue more clear than black. a few flashing lights moved across the sky, sometimes red, signaling a traveling aircraft above, and you followed one moving east before you began to rack your brain for any knowledge of the constellations, searching for anything that might make a shape in the sky. 

while you were busy looking at the stars above, he was looking at you. it truly felt like a cliche movie and he almost wanted to look away before you caught him staring, but he found that he couldn't look away. he realized what those actors in the movies felt when they stared at their partners who were focused on a screen in the movies or looked at their partners while they watched the clouds.

your laugh pulled him from his thoughts as he saw your arm stretch out as you pointed at the sky, “look, ‘samu, that one looks like an onigiri. and those stars look like volleyball! they’ve got a little curve like they’re those lines on the ball and everything. maybe the stars rearranged themselves just for you tonight–” your head lolled to the side as you looked at him, an innocent smile on your face. “what are you looking at, silly? the stars are up there!” he allowed your hand to smoosh his face as you tried to push it off its side to make him face the stars, which he looked at for a second before grabbing your hand, kissing it as he looked back at you.

“i see the stars, honey. i’m the one who told you to look up there in the first place,” he teased gently, continuing to stare at you while you looked back with wide eyes as if you were flabbergasted that he’d just kissed your hand. “‘m just looking at something prettier. and sweeter. i think everything i need is right in front of me. the sky could be blank for all i care– you’re the prettiest of them all.”

your lips pursed as you pulled your hand from his grip only to scoot closer, burying and hiding your face in his chest as you hit it lightly, “‘samu…” you whined while he ran a hand through your hair, a chuckle escaping him, “you’re so cheesy! but sweet… but wrong! you're wrong– the stars are prettier than me but i guess they can’t be sweet... you’re the sweetest! you know that, ‘samu?” you were rambling now, and he looked down at you, eyes crinkled in amusement as you peeked up at him from his shirt.

“you’re the sweetest, angel,” he replied, brushing a hair out of your face.

you suddenly sprang up, sitting up and climbing on top of him, “not true!” you argued, grabbing a fist fulll of his shirt before you seemed to hunch over with a groan, “sat up too fast– god–” he couldn’t help but laugh as you let go of his shirt, placing it on your stomach instead while focusing on not hurling up your guts.

“take it easy, doll. don’t want you hurting yourself now,” he smiled up at you when you straightened up again, looking down at him with a grin of your own.

“not until you admit you’re the sweetest. i won’t let you take me home until you admit it!” you challenged, crossing your arms.

he sat up slightly, leaning back on his elbows as he continued to look at you, “mm… no. can’t admit something that’s not true, sweets.”

“that’s what i should be calling you! don’t call me sweets,” you complained, looking back at him with a pout on your lips.

he laughed again as he held the side of your face, kissing your pursed lips before pulling back again. “we’ll be here all night if you don’t get off me, sweets. you’ve got the sweetest lips and the sweetest heart, and i’ll kiss you all night telling you so if that’s what it takes.”

he flirted back, staying close to your face after kissing you and your cheeks redden as you felt his breath on your lips, your mind suddenly blanking on any kind of comeback. “i... fine. i can be sweetest today, but this fight isn’t over. you hear?” you jabbed a finger at his chest, trying to appear tough. “now, kiss me again.”

he snorted at the demand, before sitting up completely, situating you on his lap as his other hand reached up to hold the other side of your face. “whatever my love demands. i'm all yours, sweetheart.”

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[kitashousewife]

“sorry ‘samu, i hadn’t gotten to those yet,” you sigh, looking at the now folded stacks of his clean laundry you had placed on the bed.

“why are ya apologizing?” he waves you off. he’s working on his socks now, pairing them up one by one. you decide to join them, and he throws a bundle at you. “these are mine anyway. i don’t mind foldin’, baby.”

you can’t help but smile.

“i’m serious though, i was going to do them,”

he shakes his head and snorts. putting the clothes away, he smirks over his shoulder.

“yer my wife, not my ma,” he shuts the dresser one last time, shuffling over to plant a kiss on your head. “we help each other. ya ain’t doin it all alone.”

[clawsdevour]

last customer

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-time skip, osamu x reader, fluff, not proofread

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it's cold and frosty out as you made your way down the concrete sidewalk to the brightly lit restaurant. the snow's starting to pile up, each snowflake landing on your flushed cheeks before you're under the roof of the address on your phone.

stiff fingers gripped on the doorhandle as you pushed it open, the warmth of the restaurant immediately rushing towards you as you sighed out of relief as the bell rang at the top of the door.

the ringing caught the owner's attention from the kitchen. sticking his grey head of hair out from the kitchen doorframe, he looked at you with confusion before checking his watch.

"um.. hi!" immersing yourself in the heated restaurant as you stood by the door staring back at his figure.

"hi, i'm sorry we just closed.." his brown eyes peering back at you from his watch with concern as he noticed how cold it must be outside.

"oh- i'm sorry.. i thought i'd arrive before your shop would close," looking down at your shoes wehre your toes are absolutely frozen despite having fluffy socks on before turning your body towards the door that showed the chilling winter night through the glass.

right when you were about to head out as the bell rung due to the movement of the door just slightly moving, the owner calls back at you while you heard the restaurant's air vents turn on.

"wait, since you've come so far in this freezing weather i might as well whip something up!" his deep voice shouted from the kitchen, catching your attention.

you felt bad since he was almost done getting ready to close, but you couldn't turn down his offer. his face was as grey as his hair with a slightly worried expression plastered on his face.

"..okay, sure! i'd love that," your lips jolted into a big smile as the blush on your cold cheeks lit up.

turning your back away from him, his fingers got to work and started scooping up some fresh rice to wash.

his other hand gestured at you to have a seat right in front of him where you can watch him work his magic.

"soo.. what would you recommend chef?" putting your arms on the table and leaning in to examine his skills at work like a curious cat.

his brows just so slightly raise when he notices your gaze upon him. looking up from the rice pot he mumbles out a mmm.. to think, what would be nice and warm to suit this weather? he thought to himself thinking about what would be the best to offer.

"hmmm i'd say the salmon yaki onigiri. it's got a crispy fried outside with some delicious fresh salmon on the inside," his droopy eyes giving you a gentle smile as he works relentlessly at the rice.

pouring out the starchy water to refill the pot before he plugs the wire into the rice cooker, he's leaning on the counter to make some small talk.

"what brings you here so late? and in the freezing snow?" taking his hat off to comb his fingers through his hair.

"just felt like trying a new restaurant.. in the middle of winter," you can't stop holding eye contact with his deep brown eyes that drew you in.

pausing for a second as you two stared, you had to break it up, "..oh! i'm y/n by the way. nice to meet you..?"

"osamu miya, like atsumu miya's twin brother" nodding his head as he took a rag to wipe his wet hands with before walking into the fridge to grab fresh orange salmon out.

"you're gonna love this dish," placing the slab of fish onto the cutting board while taking out his knives to sharpen.

masterlist here

[plooto]

boss!osamu who invites you to his place for ‘cooking lessons’

you looked around his flat excitedly, forgetting that he is your boss for a bit too long. your eyes settling on a photo of him and his twin brother - cute.

osamu watched as a soft smile graced your pretty features, an identical one forming on his.

“ c’mon sugar, y’wanted t’learn right? ” he speaks up, rolling up his black shirt, chuckling when you stumbled around his couch with a

“ r- right sorry. ” you worked well in the kitchen, but your outfit choice was not helping your boss stay focused.

when you bent over to pick up the sheet of nori that slipped between your fingers, he began to tell you no - to not touch the ground when you’re still cooking. but when your pretty pink lace underwear peeled out at him, he nearly lost it.

“ j- just wash yer hands.. ” he mumbled feinting irritation by rubbing his hands down his face - but it was really to hide the redness in his cheeks.

watching you roll the onigiri was hard, he tsked and stepped behind you, pulling your sleeves up your forearm and resting his hands over yours.

now it was your turn for your face to burn. you didn’t focus much on other than his chest radiating heart into your back. you were looking at hiss hands but you weren’t watching. not when his large hands engulfed your own, or when he had to pack the rice together so he squeezed your hands as well instead of just the rice-

“ there. y’got it? ” you shook your head - your body betraying you not once, but twice - voice cracking as you replied.

“ g- got it.. ” you returned to look up at him, your heart nearly stopping mid pump as you realized just how close you were. he was much prettier up close.. you came to realize such when he pinned you against the stove just mere weeks ago but now-

“ good. do it again. ” he mumbled, pulling his larger frame from against yours, silently praying that you didn’t see - or feel - the slight problem he had.

[bokutone]

this is super self-indulgent but i can't stop thinking about osamu, whose restaurant is a couple of blocks from your work, and is the favorite spot of your coworkers because it's cheap, the food is delicious and the service is always on top.

so they don't understand why you're so against the idea of going there after being the one who suggested that spot in the first place. but it was your first day, you wanted to make a good impression and since osamu has always been a safe place for you it made sense to go to him at that moment.

but he applied an imaginary discount to your group and since then started to spoil them with lower prices for your sake even though you never asked him that. but he loves you, and yes, he might be losing a little bit of money at the end of the week but trust him, he can keep everything stable for a couple of days if it means seeing you an hour extra every day.

[verslxt]

jayla thinks at 4:29am also its the first day of finals where i live and i got cramps that hurt like a bitch. am i going to punch someone today? is it going to be that hoe i can't stand. lets find out together

thinking about dilf!osamu who saw you walk into his store with your friend so you guys could watch the game together

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you looked amazing in that dress

thinking about dilf!osamu who came up to you and your friends and kept a particular eye on you

thinking about dilf!osamu who caught you after the game and asked you out

"i noticed that you were staring too"

"oh shit you saw that"

"yea, i did"

thinking about dilf!osamu who took you on a wonderful first date, a picnic at the park

thinking about dilf!osamu who didn't wanna tell you about his son who was about 13 at the time. he thought it would make him look old and you wouldn't wanna be with him any more

thinking about dilf!osamu who was a nervous wreck when he saw you pull into his driveway, but his nervousness settled when he saw you pull out a carseat, for a baby

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you wouldn't like him after you realized he had a kid but now that he realizes that you have a kid he's even more in love

thinking about dilf!osamu who loves milf!yn as much as ever

thinking about milf!yn who saw osamu and instantly fell in love. the way his shirt fit so tight around him. ugh in love

thinking about milf!yn who went home and told her daughter all about him. being surprised when a smile adorned her babies face once she started talking about osamu

thinking about milf!yn who could not find a babysitter so she took her daughter with her to meet osamu's son

thinking about milf!yn who was surprised her daughter didn't cry with osamu. she just stayed there, looking at him

thinking about milf!yn who fell even more in love with osamu that day

thinking about milf!yn who facetimes osamu every night so that they can see each other and her daughter can see her future dad

thinking about milf!yn who told her daughter

"if this works out correctly, you'll have a new daddy"

thinking about milf!yn who really likes dilf!osamu

[dabilove27]

Paring: Osamu Miya x Fem!Reader (all characters are 21+)

Rating: Teen (I am still an 18+ blog, if you are under 18 DNI)

Warnings: Alcohol, All characters are depicted as 21+ let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 0.4K

Summary: You and your boyfriend do something different for Oktoberfest this year.

A/N: This is just another monthly prompt from @/creativepromptsforwriting's monthly prompt list! Thank you so much @lady-lunaaa @gixxie for reading it through and catching all my mistakes! I love you!

The weather was perfect. Summer was finally breaking, and the temperatures were no longer blistering. And, of course, the endless amount of food festivals that came with Fall was something you always looked forward to. Usually, you'd be working a booth with your boyfriend. Trying to sell Onigiri at a beer festival was hard the first few years. But Osamu poured his passion and love into his food; anyone who stopped by could taste that.

The booth had become increasingly popular over the years, but this year both of you decided to go ahead and just be patrons. You wanted to enjoy the food and drinks leisurely instead of stuffing them down between customers.

But maybe, just perhaps, the two of you decided to partake a little too much. It was just too hard not to buy another glass at each stall, your hands linked loosely together as you walked down the gravel road. The fairy lights that decorated the pathways twinkled in the evening above you.

The night was vast and seemed utterly endless as it hung above the two of you. This was what you loved about Osamu. Unlike his boisterous brother, Osamu could walk in silence. He could just be. It made moments like this special. The two of you didn’t need words to fill the silence.

So instead, you wandered through more deserted parts of the festival, just enjoying time together. But what you missed in the silence is how Osamu couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you. The low lights illuminated your face, and somehow you took his breath away. Even though he’s seen you at least a thousand times, there was something special about this place for both of you. It added a sparkle to your eyes, and he couldn’t stop staring.

Eventually, you caught him staring and greeted his dumbfounded expression with a smile that melted his heart. I love you. Are the only words that played through his mind as he watched your beauty shine through.

"Everything okay?" You asked lightly, still smiling. "Too much to drink?"

He could tell you were joking by the tone of your voice, but it didn’t stop him from speaking what was on his mind. "I'm in awe of you. I want to worship every piece of you."

It took a minute for him to realize he spilled his heart out in a place that smelled of beer and fried foods, but he couldn’t help it. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, wondering if you would laugh him off.

But you didn’t. Instead, you tugged Osamu closer by the hand, bringing him before you to face each other. "And I love you, Osamu Miya."

Thank you for reading!

[wormdevourer]

dazai sketches <3