#osamu x gn!reader

[luvring]

AN INCH BETWEEN US

osamu x gn!reader | ~800 words, he calls you hon once, you're getting married! :3

“you don’t usually get nervous.”

“well,”—osamu fiddles with his cufflink, eyes trained on the metal around his finger—“today’s kind of a big deal, isn’t it?”

make sure you don’t see each other before you get out there, atsumu warned as he pat your fiancé’s back. bad luck or somethin’.

doesn’t make sense if we’re doin’ a first look, idiot.

oh, shut up. don’t look at each other ’til then, then!

your back rests against the door, his on the other side keeping it from closing. maybe it’s just a silly superstition, but it cements today as something real, reminds you that it’s happening.

you reach your hand around to search for his own. “at least we’ll be together the whole time. and then we can say goodbye, and go home, and get out of these clothes, and sleep—”

osamu groans and rests his head against the wood—you don’t think he’s slept properly in two weeks, head scrambled and busy with preparations and the same nervous buzz as yours; the fact that he fell asleep before 1am last night was a miracle.

his hand finds yours, engagement ring resting cool against your skin, palm warm and a little rough. he mumbles, “thank god i closed the shop for a few days, if you told me to wake up any earlier than 9 tomorrow i think i’d die.”

“why are you- we haven’t even gotten to the actual wedding, ’samu.”

“okay? i’m tired and ’m gonna get even more tired. i just wanna cuddle at home. can a man not dream?” he defends, and all but whines. you snort but relent, letting him pull your hand closer and settle into a quiet.

“what if i fall?” he blurts out.

“...what?” a laugh escapes you. “you won’t fall.”

“i could trip down the aisle.”

“you won't.”

he squeezes your fingers. “didn’t realize i was marrying someone who could see the future?”

“’samu. you won’t fall, but if you get in my head and i fall, i’m blaming you,” you warn with a teasing lilt.

a beat passes, and you can tell he’s smiling as you stare at the couch ahead of you.

sitting on a wooden hotel floor, wedding attire on and hair not done, bed covered in supplies and friends’ outfits, the buzz of the air conditioner making it a little too cold in your room—you think you’re content like this, because at least you’re here with him.

shuffling a little closer, he says your name.

“hm?”

the inch between you feels a little bigger as osamu lifts your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger a second longer than the others—“i’m glad i get to marry you.”

your grip tightens, and if osamu listened carefully, you think he could hear your heart trying to beat out of your chest in search of his.

the elevator dings somewhere down the hall.

“i’m glad i get to marry you, too.”

“samu!” his twin’s voice rings out. “are you done cryin’, or do i haveta drag y’back to get your hair done?”

“god, ’tsumu, yeah, i’m comin’, stop yellin’!” he chides with a huff.

atsumu scoffs before replying—something about his twin being ungrateful for all he does—then walks back to the elevator. you hear a sigh. “guess i should go, huh?”

a thumb rubs the back of your hand, and you almost tell him to stay, but there isn’t much time, and it won’t be long before you’re pushing it. taking a deep breath, you let go to stand up first. “mhm.”

the door squeaks at the weight now gone as you both stretch.

you turn to say goodbye, the open door and shadow in the hall taunting you, but freeze when a familiar hand starts to push the door open.

“wh- samu!” your hand flies up to push his grey bangs out of view.

“woah- what- shit- sorry, sorry. habit, was gonna kiss ya,” he apologizes with a stumble.

panic evaded, your heart rate comes down and he huffs. “my- seriously, hon, you’re lucky my hair isn’t done yet.”

“...sorry, i—” you try to hide a laugh. “i’m sorry, i panicked.”

“no, really?”

“’samu,” you whine, embarrassment painted across your face, though he can’t see. he laughs outside, and you try to ignore the heat in your face.

“...at least you’ll kiss me later, right?” you ask quietly.

“....yeah.” there’s a smile in his voice, a pause, a rustling of fabric as he pats down his suit once more. “see you out there?”

you place your hand on the doorknob. “see you out there.”

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[zmbiesuga]

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.

[romiyaro]

ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ #3 "ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴜᴅᴇꜱ" !!!

CW: nudes¡ suggestive language¡ mentions of sex¡

Pairing: (all post timeskip) suna, atsumu, osamu, ginjima x gn!reader

Network: @tokyometronetwork

ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ

Guaranteed returns. All favors are returned x1000.

Send him a partial nude and you will get a dick pic within 3 milliseconds. Send him a thirst trap and an audio capture of him moaning your name is sent back.

Suna prides himself on his ability to collect quality material, so it's no surprise he's so very enthusiastic about this nudes exchange business.

Has pretty lights set up around his room just for the sake of clicking aesthetic dick pics.

There's even a special folder on his desktop dedicated to you. All these frisky pics and videos are stored there. He even names it his 'personal pornhub'

Comes home with hundreds of nasty fantasies filled in his head. Trust me he's created a very nice simulation of all the things he'd love to do to you.

ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ

You just know this motherfucker is choking on his spit every time you send a pic that's even closely revealing.

This one time you send him a suggestive (only to dirty minded people) picture of your newly done nails holding your glass just for fun and next day videos of Miya Atsumu, star athlete clumsily fumbling with his phone are trending on the internet.

I'm really really sorry for this one but he totally responds in Adam Levine style😭😭😭 he's embarrassing you know it but you love him and that shitty replying style is something you and him have to work on.

He comes home all needy and whiny after that. Needs all the love and affection— much much more than usual.

He might not admit it but every time his phone pings and it's a message from you he pulls in a deep breath to stabilize his heart and be ready.

Atsumu is too much of an innocent boy for that cocky front he puts up.

ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ

Now this guy is a totally different story. Unlike his brother, although equally cocky, he has the guts to back it up.

You once sent him a nude while on a double dinner date just to see his reaction and this mf looked at the picture and smirked, licking his lip. Never tell him how flustering you found it you'd just be digging your own grave.

He's an observant guy, he knows all your preferences– from the food to the positions, so it's not a huge surprise to you when he sends you detailed, nasty, toe-curling replies.

Lowkey think he could run his own pornblog and we would still follow him like dick hungry bitches.

Sometimes, he would send you unprompted random messages while you are at work. Like sirrrr, you get it. He knows you very well but it's none of his business to ensure you're melting in your chair at work thinking about him.

But that's not all. The real nastiness starts when you return home, or his hotel. This man is filthy. And he's gonna pull you down with him whether you like it or not.

ʜɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ɢɪɴᴊɪᴍᴀ

You were sorely mistaken if you thought he was an innocent baby boy who had to be introduced to the art of sending nudes gently💀💀💀

He is the devil. This man laughs at you and calls you weak when you send him a partial nude.

The insult digs deeper when he sends you a beautiful, Pinterest worthy image of his pants pulled down just enough to show his perfect v-line. The sunlight kissing his pretty skin doesn't help either.

This ensues a nudes war. Who can click the better nude.

You both give each other occasional runs for your money. But it's usually him powning you most of the time. This guy has some serious aesthetics.

But the funny thing is, although you both forget the original intention of sending nudes, you both develop a cute and adorable sort of bonding activity out of it.

Lost the taglist so i won't tag anybody and this isn't gonna be a regular writing phase anyways so🙏🙏🙏 also drop some holy water in the comments and reblogs plej i need it I've been thinking very nasty thoughts abt a certain white haired sensei from naruto

[thegirlwhoimagined]

Anyway so here's a personal hc:

Out of all of Inarizaki, Kita and Osamu are the ones most likely to get love boners.

They're just so smitten with you, everything you do makes waves of love wash over them. Unfortunately for them, that love comes hand-in-hand with blood rushing straight to their cocks.

Kita watches in horror as he gets bricked up seeing you lovingly interact with Granny Yumi. Has to pull the hem of his sweater over his crotch, and banish himself to his room with a red face.

As for Osamu, he'll just pop a stiffy anytime he sees you enjoying his food or talking to his restaurant staff and asking them how they've been. Stares at you with a mixture of awe and infatuation while hiding his lower half behind the kitchen counter.

[kissagii]

osamu teaches you to cook. he holds your hands and guides you through every motion, murmuring instructions to you in a sweet tone so different from what he uses in the restaurant. he insists you learn the basic skills even though he plans on making sure you eat like royalty for the rest of your life. his heart flutters when you take an interest in the culinary arts, and adores every moment you spend together in the kitchen. osamu is eternally grateful that he found a partner that could share his interests in the way you do.

that's it, that's the post.

[shoverse]

baby, i'm jealous {ii}

once again, starring my moots @https-celestial-blessing @https-hades-inferno @https-its-robin

a/n: oh god i haven't written in two months help me-

haikyuu! various x gn! reader

MIYA OSAMU glances at you talking up a storm with one of the customers. he's not sure who you're talking to, but he sure is making you laugh a lot. a little too much, if he's being honest. maybe he should go over and- oops. he probably shouldn't be rolling rice while...distracted. oh well, he'll just make some again. he tosses the ruined rice in the trash, and starts again; a little more careful this time...okay, he'll admit, maybe his onigiri does look a little off, but isn't he allowed to do that; that kid hitting on his lover? he walks over and practically slams the food down on the table. 'your food,' he grabs your waist, 'my lover.' he looks confused for a second, then his eyes light up. 'oh! you must be miya, right? y/n's told me about you. i'm atlas, nice to meet you!' 'hm. whatever' he stalks off, head held high, leaving you with him.

KUROO TETSURŌ sits parked outside your workplace, whistling a tune while waiting for you. he lights up when he sees your familiar figure stepping down the stairs, but looks confused at the person walking next to you. he jogs up the stairs to you, waving as he does. he quickly catches up to you. 'hey darling! and...who might you be?' he forces a smile. the stranger glances up at him. 'hello! i take it that you're dating y/n? it's nice to meet you! i'm brooklyni!' lyn grins. your boyfriend seems reluctant to respond. '...hello.' he mumbles, then looks over at you. 'anyway, i've made a reservation at {favourite restaurant}, and we gotta go!' you grin apologetically back at ace while he drags you away.

TSUKISHIMA KEI glares, annoyed, at someone he doesn't know. apparently you know them, though, since you're talking to them. he waits for you to finish talking, but you don't. he watches you grab, whoever that is? he watches you grab their hand and run over with them. 'kei!!' your voice rings out, 'meet my friend robin!' 'hey, i'm robin.' a grin rests on their face. '...hello?' his face remains unchanged you sit down next to him and start up conversation with ace again. he waits until ace leaves, but he still looks annoyed. 'kei, what's up?' 'nothing.' 'hm.' you know something's up. hell, you know what he's annoyed about. 'oh well, guess i'll just call robin again.' 'don't- i mean, i don't care.' and, oh, that just confirmed your suspicions. 'i mean, i was just gonna tell them about what a wonderful boyfriend i have, but i guess if you don't want me-' 'that's okay, i guess.'

[barbra-annbunny]

Ch. 20 - Don't you think it's kinda cute?

WC: 883

CW: none (that i know of, but if i did miss something please let me know <3 )

Bokuto looked between Tanaka, the girl, and you trying to decide if he should get involved. As soon as she had made her presence known, Tanaka had tightened his grip on you. It was almost as if he was afraid; whether it was that this newcomer would hurt you or that you would believe her, he wasn’t sure.

“Excuse me? I know you ain’t talkin’ to me.” You said, a bit of a southern twang slipping into your speech.

Bokuto froze. The last time he’d heard that accent come from your mouth, you had been screaming on the phone at someone that he never wished to be.

“Huh, are you that dumb? Who else has their hands all over the man leaning on a pickup?” The woman said, flipping her colourful ponytail over her shoulder.

Bokuto trained his eyes on you, not worrying about your safety as much as he was afraid to get caught in the crossfire. You’d closed your eyes and took a deep breath before lasering in on her again. A cocky smirk painted your face as you slid your left hand to caress Tanaka’s face.

“Oh… you mean this, man?” you said, the twang still present, but now with a more seductive tone. “Ya’ know, if my man was all over a gal like he is me, I sure as hell wouldn’t be mad at the chick caught in the crossfire. And I know I wouldn’t be calling her dumb.”

“She isn’t dumb, Yachi. And you know we aren’t dating.” Tanaka said, still pressing you into his chest.

The rest of the guys were in a similar position as Bokuto, wanting to help but not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. This kind of a confrontation had been a long time coming and none of them were looking forward to the cleanup.

“Yet, Ryu, you mean yet. I know you’ll come around one of these days.” she smiled sweetly before turning her attention back onto you. “Listen, if you’re not gonna leave him alone willingly, I’d be more than happy to make you.”

You laughed long and loud at that, honestly it unnerved the men you had now befriended. You wiped a tear before continuing, “You think you can make me? Honey, as cute as that is, you’re nothin’ but a hill of beans to me. I could send you to see your maker before you even make a fist.”

As you had spoken the smirk had settled on your face again. To solidify your point further, you’d left Tanaka’s grasp so that you could tower in front of her; face to face. The guys looked to Bokuto for any sign that he knew you could handle herself. He was no help, if anything he was in the same boat as them.

“But if you really wanna challenge me and try to prove your point, let’s race. No need for brute force, just skills,” You said, leaning into her personal space,” unless you’re afraid you’re gonna lose?”

The guys stared in awe, and the crowd that had gathered without you knowing all let out an antagonizing ‘ooooo.’ Yachi looked around for a second before pausing, realizing that no one was really cheering her on. She tacked on a determined face before turning to you with a new fury ablaze in her heart.

“You’re on, what are the stakes?”

“Pink slips.”

Another antagonistic ‘oooo’ from the crowd. A sharp intake from a few of your friends, and a blank stare from Bokuto.

Yachi chuckled, crossing her arms. “And what are you gonna be racing on, hmm?”

You looked to Bo for a split second, asking a silent permission from him. He stared at you for a second before giving a confused nod. You then looked at her and pointed directly at Bo’s bike without breaking eye contact.

“That. A 2013 Kawasaki Ninja 300.”

She stared at the bike, before turning to you, and giving you a confused grimace. “That thing tops out at like, what? 115 mph?”

“Mhm, and that’s more that what I need.”

“You do realize my bike tops out at 160, right?”

“I do.”

“And you still think you’re gonna win?”

“Almost guaranteed.”

It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. 

“If you say so.” she shrugged, walking over to her bike and butting her gear on.

“L/N Y/N YOU BETTER EXPLAIN TO ME EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OR SO HELP ME-” Bokuto whisper-screamed at you as you slid your helmet on.

“Basically, I challenged her to a race cause she’s a stupid little bitch who needs to get put in her place. And if it was a fist fight she’d be dead right now, and I don’t feel like getting a teardrop tattoo this early in my life, okay?”

“Okay, fine I get that, but what does pink slips mean?”

“It means that the loser has to give the winner the deed to their ride. In this case, your bike.”

Bokuto’s eyes bulged.

“Now don’t go getting your panties in a twist, I’ve got this covered.”

“How in the hell do you have this covered???”

“I can’t get into it right now.”

“WHAT? WHY?”

“Cause I’ve gotta go hand that bitch’s ass to her on a silver platter.”

&lt;Chap. 19 | Masterlist | Chap.21>

omg yall i'm so sorry it took me licherally over three months to get this out. i was dealing with a really shitty employment situation and so getting out of it took priority :/ BUT i'm back and i am going to bang this out so that i can start a new story 0_o

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[periwnklblu]

Can I have a hc for Tsumu (you can choose the other two) when his crush and roommate flashes him, like he shouldn't be home and when he open the door he finds his roommate without a shirt or just going out from the bathroom totally naked

and they were roommates

Atsumu x gn! reader

Osamu x gn! reader

separate scenarios, mentions of readers chest (but nothing specified), possibly bad writing.

anon i am so sorry for literally taking forever to write this. life got hectic and lots of changes happened, but alas i am here to deliver this very cute prompt <3

a l s o: i sometimes get carried away with unnecessary back stories that i am too lazy to ever fully write out. but i still find them cute to think about and share, so i decided to include summaries of these storylines that are completely unnecessary to the actual plot lmao. read here if you'd like :)

Atsumu:

Atsumu doesn’t want to come off as a total virgin when he sees his crush/roommate (it’s complicated. See notes above for the narrative i created for absolutely no reason), completely topless; so he tries to play it off as cool. He'd start off by just staring in shock, face instantly red before he looks away, but for some reason does not make the conclusion that he should leave. So he stays in your room, the door still wide open from when he barged in  moments ago,  while you’re definitely shielding your top half from the sudden intruder. His brain short circuits and the best thing he comes up with in that moment is to try and be seductive, but he stutters the entire time so it doesn’t go too hot for him. 

“I-i just wanted to see your-, wait fuck no, I mean take! I’m g-going to take you to dinner to-tonig-”' 

Taking pity on his nerves, while simultaneously getting tired of his incoherent sentences, you decide to cut his rambling short. 

“Yes Atsumu, I know! Now leave please!”

He yelps out a “Yep!” before scurrying away and closing the door behind him. When you finally emerge from your room in order to go to dinner (which is why he was even going into your room, to check if you were ready for the dinner he had already asked you out to several days before), his face is still beet red. It takes him awhile to make eye contact with you throughout the night, please take pity on this dork.

Osamu

Now Osamu has a little more class than his twin brother, but not by a whole lot. It was by complete accident, he swears! How was he to know that when he gave you one of his old high school t-shirts, you were going to change in his room and not yours! So when he opens his bedroom door to look for his phone, his eyes find a lot more than just the device. He also can’t hide the instant blush that appears on his cheeks, and he certainly can’t help the fact that his eyes linger a bit at your chest however! He at least has the decency to yelp out a “s-sorry!” before promptly leaving and shutting the door behind him. 

His heart is pounding, eyes blown wide as he stands outside his room, asking himself did that really happen? 

He’s unfortunately given no time to process the previous events as you soon open the door back up. This time your shirt is fully on yet Osamu has a hard time making eye contact. 

“I-I’m sorry, I was just looking for m-my phone I didn’t know-” Osamu begins before you take pity and interrupt him. 

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for using your room without telling you. I thought you were still setting up for movie night and your room was just closer so I thought to change here real quick. My bad” you sheepishly apologize, your cheeks also feeling a bit heated. 

Movie night started off awkward as you both sat on opposite sides of the couch, both still with blushing face. But by the end of the night, the exchange was forgotten, or at least seemed to be as you both were snuggled up in each other's presence. 

[folklorebae]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Cast(s)/Genre: GN!Reader & Miya Osamu

Wc: 0.3k

A/n: Probably this isn't my best work bcs I haven't written in a while. But at least I'm trying:'(

It was a chilly spring night in Osaka. The cold wind that gave you shivers, made you rapidly walk towards Osamu's car which was already parked in front of your parents' house.

"Hey– Samu? What are you doing?" You slid into the seat on the passenger's side while Osamu was still struggling to reach something from the backseat.

"Oh, hi! Wait a second okay." He responded. You nodded, silently admiring Osamu's features, his dark hair, his nose, and his lips. You were in awe, feeling lucky that after seven months of having a crush on him, God finally answered your rambles. You tore your gaze away, before Osamu could even realize that you were eyeing him. He sat back normally and gave you a navy blue paper bag with the words or you could say the brand's name "Swarovski" in the middle.

You blinked, then brought your hand to close your mouth, not believing he would give you something expensive for your fifth date.

"Samu, no..." You whined, pouting your lips. "I didn't bring you anything."

"You look amazing, tonight." Those words seemed to accidentally slip out of his mouth. He should have thanked the Goddess of fortune who was on his side tonight. Because the dim street light made you couldn't see his rose-tinted cheeks.

You giggled at his response. "Samu? You good?"

He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I was too stunned to see you tonight and please, take this gift."

You looked down at the paper bag before meeting his eyes. Taking the paper bag from his hand, you smiled. "Thank you, I really appreciate it." 

"I wonder, what are you gonna give me for our first anniversary? A wedding ring?" You joked, even both of you weren't official yet.

He shrugged. A grin plastered on his beautiful face as he pulled the seatbelt across his body. "Perhaps?"

You brought your hand to caress his warm cheek, making his heartbeat increase by a hundred. "You are in love, aren't you?"

"You– you're my best friend, (Y/N)." He paused before adding. "I mean, not in a platonic way."

"I'm already yours, then." Mimicking your previous gesture, he also placed his hand on your cheek. The two of you admired each other before finally colliding your lips together in a swift motion and in a second, all you felt in the stomach were happy fluttering butterflies.

[emmyrosee]

Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.

You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.

Until-

“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.

You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”

You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”

“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”

“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.

But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.

You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”

You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.

“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”

“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”

You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”

He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”

“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”

“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”

“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”

“You’re so clingy!”

“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”

[cheriiyaya]

- I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME !

Dazai knows he's a pretty boy, flaunting his looks and gaining the attention of everyone around him with nothing but a handsome face and a smooth, charming tongue. He also knows he drives you crazy.

just a few flirtatious glances and sly remarks thrown your way has you fisting your palms in your lap and your throat tightening and dazai knows this so well, he thinks your adorable like that.

He likes to use it to his advantage.

"hm? you seem to be a little warmer than usual dear...are you sick?" dazai hummed, nimble fingers running through your hair as you curled up nice and pretty on his lap while you two watched a movie. Although it was hard to when your bastard of a boyfriend made you hyper aware of him- an arm looped around your waist and his thumb rubbing circles on your hip, occasionally dipping lower to brush your thigh. his warm breath, tickling the back of your ear and neck, and those pretty lips of his that brushed up against your jaw whenever he moved even a bit had heat rushing up your neck and blooming on your cheeks.

You knew he could feel your rushing pulse- how could he not, when he was so close to the delicate, fluttering skin?- and you knew damn well that he knew what he was doing, dazai just wanted to watch you melt in his arms.

and it was working, dammit.

"I'm fine, osamu." you managed out, throat constricting around the words as you forced them out. dazai merely smirked and hummed, eyes set on the movie in front of you. you tried to focus on it but his touch, his scent, everything about dazai threw you off course.

"really? are you suuuure? I'm pretty sure atsushi was a little unwell yesterday, did you catch something from him?" he smirked, leaning his cheek against the side of your neck, "accidentally" dragging his lips down your jaw that made you shift in his lap. "wouldn't want ya to get sick, now would we?"

you didn't even need to look at him to see that stupid, shit-eating grin and that glint in those melting golden hues of his irises that make you weak in the knees. you knew he was looking for a reaction and you think one day you'll die because of this man.

"I'm not sick..." you mumble, swallowing thickly as dazai's thumb presses harder into your hipbone.

"are you sureeee?" he tilted your head towards him, breath blowing across your lips as his eyes stared into yours, lips tilted up and god did you want him to kiss you. "can't have you getting sick bella', can we?"

the thing that pushed you over the edge from his taunts was how his voice went a little lower, a lilt to his voice that had your spine shivering and brain a little fuzzy.

you stared at him wide eyed and blankly, too flustered to say much. you stammered out a few words that you couldn't register saying and suddenly dazai's kissing you, sucking the breath from your lungs as he tilts your head back to deepen the kiss. it was an awkward angle, head turned ungracefully to face him but you didn't care- how could you when you could taste his lips on yours?

after a moment dazai pulled back, took a breath and kissed you short and sweet. he held your face in his palm, thumb rubbing the corner of your lips as he smiled at you with warmth in his eyes.

"how was that? or is there nothing in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" dazai giggled, pressing his lips to your temple. you blinked once or twice and looked up at him, cheeks burning.

"god, shut up...you're insufferable!!" the movie had buzzed out in the background, neither of you paying attention. dazai simply laughed and nuzzled his face against your neck, squeezing you closer to him and pressing a quick kiss to your racing pulse.

he whispered, voice muffled against your neck.

"sorry, couldn't help myself darling."

©Cheriiyaya 2024.

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[tinkerleaf]

Protective Men

warnings: cursing, a little violence, creeps

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I can see Dazai as the type to carefully watch as the client you've been working with leans a little too close to you. He may be across the room but he still follows the man's every move. You wave off a few subtly flirtatious remarks and glance over at Dazai. When he sees the man 'accidentally' brush a hand on your back, he's had enough, leaving his chair and strolling over to the two of you.

"You need any help, sweetheart?"

Your client is less than pleased with his presence, "We're fine, thank you."

"You're flirting with them, aren't you?" His voice is calm and low, but his tone has a clear edge of warning.

The man scoffs, "As if that's any of your business."

"They're a little busy with your case right now. You should be focused on that."

"I don't think I was hurting anything."

"That's not the point. They're working. They don't need you to distract them." Dazai replies, still calm but firm. "Atsushi! Come take this case!"

The silver-haired boy comes in, a look of concern on his face. "What's going on?"

"Nothing" Dazai replies with a smirk, "This fellow has a case for you."

Atsushi nods and takes over while Dazai takes you by the arm and leads you out of the office. "I didn't like that at all."

"I can see that," you smile as you two walk into the cafe. "But now I've lost a case..."

"You didn't need it. I've seen his file. You're more suited for missions than simple tasks. It's good practice for Atsushi." He sips his coffee. "Besides, he was too comfortable with you, and I don't like random people getting too close to you."

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I imagine Chuuya biting his tongue to keep himself from telling off the man whose eyes were all over your figure. The Port Mafia had all kinds of weirdos come in and out, but this one in particular must not have known who he was dealing with.

When you get up to leave, the man grabs you by your wrist. "Where ya goin'?"

Chuuya instantly stands and swiftly places a knife up to his throat. The man lets you go, holding his hands above his head. "Keep your fucking hands off of them."

"I wasn't gonna do anythi-"

Chuuya interrupts him by knocking him out. The man has an important role for now in the mafia, so he couldn't kill him yet.

"Come on." You follow him back to his office. He shuts the door behind him and sits at his desk. "Look at me."

You sit down across from him.

"If anything happens like that again with anybody here, you let me know first, understand?"

You nod.

"That shit pisses me off more than anything, especially when it comes to you."

[romiyaro]

𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ, ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ'ꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ "ʜᴇʏ, ɴᴏ ꜰᴀɪʀ! ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ" ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ'ꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ "ᴇᴡᴡ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ! ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ" ᴛʏᴘᴇ

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪᴅᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ :>

– ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ –

If you wanted to encompass how his casual kisses felt in one word - butterfly kisses would be an apt choice.

Osamu is a sucker for you. And he makes no effort to hide it. Whenever you both are at home minding your business, he finds himself drifting over to you and placing a feather-light kiss on your cheek.

It's a natural response of his body, he says.

You never know when a kiss might come. And it happens so fast, you never have time to enjoy them fully.

And every time you whine about it, he smugly smirks and says, "I just love seeing you desperate."

– ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ –

Atsumu is loud; and very very bold. His love language is smacking sloppy kisses all over you whenever possible.

You know those sweet goodbye kisses couples give each other before walking out the door? Yeah, it's not like that in your household. It's a loud, lip-smacking smooch that leaves both the parties breathless.

He's an insufferable brat when he's at home.

You could be doing something very important, or literally nothing and he would still find it in his aching and sore muscles to find you and drop a wet, slobbery kiss over your cheeks or neck. And he ensures to wet his lips a little more so that it leaves a wet patch on your skin.

And when you scream at how annoying it is, he has the audacity to smirk smugly and say "I just love seeing you furious."

p.s. I will soon reblog the post from where I got the divider from. It was in my gallery but I forgot the blog I got it from :(

[thegirlwhoimagined]

Ok I know my last post was also about Kita and Osamu buuuut.... Imagine them fucking you together.

WARNINGS: Suggestive themes, mention of the word 'cocks', sexy men, and word vomit ahead(I literally wrote this in like 10 minutes the moment I thought of it leave me alone), possible typos idk

Kita x gn!reader x Osamu(aged up characters, of course)

Maybe you're Kita's partner and you accompany him to Onigiri Miya to give Osamu the first ever batch of rice grown by Kita.

Maybe its the first time Kita is introducing you to anyone from the team(other than Aran, duh. He'd murder write a strongly-worded letter to Kita if he hid something as important as a first partner from Aran).

Maybe Osamu almost drops the bag of rice he's holding when he sees your face peak out from behind Kita's broad stature.

Maybe your face grows a little hotter when you first lay eyes on your boyfriend's handsome kohai, and maybe you squeeze your thighs a little.

Maybe Kita notices.

And maybe, he can already picture what you'd look like with two cocks stuffed inside you

Maybe, just maybe....

I don't give permission to repost or republish my content anywhere, with or without credit.

[kissagii]

𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 - 𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

summary: for some unfathomable reason, osamu decided that he'd rather spend his time at the national volleyball teams' party catering instead of celebrating. so as the two of you spend hours together in the kitchen, he can't help but think you're the closest he has to a plus-one.

reader is gender neutral so anyone can enjoy (they/them used once)

warnings: a decent bit of cursing, food & eating

You considered yourself decently strong, so you grabbed two chafing dish trays from the back of the Miya family's minivan and carried them into the party venue's kitchen. Carrying them one at a time would have been smarter, but time was tight and you could handle two of them. You set them down quickly, escaping the heat that began to seep through the fabric cushions on your hand.

Back at the van, your classmate and cooking partner was hefting up a precariously tall stack of trays, leaning them against his chest as he began to make his way to the doorway. You held it open for him, watching in amazement as his large arms held up the stack with ease. Four trays. Four damn trays. He's gotta be insane.

"Showoff. You'd better not drop those," You said as he walked away, feigning a lack of awe. Though really, you wouldn't mind if he did it again, allowing you to catch another glimpse of his corded arms. It wasn't fair, you thought, that he could be so good at cooking and athletic at the same time. Not to mention that he had a nice face.

Oh god, [name], now's not the time to be ogling the pretty volleyball boys. Save it for later, there are plenty of others and you won't be stuck in a room with them all night. You chastised yourself for letting your thoughts wander from the task at hand. It was silly, you admitted, to be crushing on your undeniably attractive classmate and cooking partner, but it wasn't your fault he happened to be the exact definition of your type.

You grabbed another pair of trays, the last two in the van, and made the short trip back to the kitchen. You took a better look at it this time - the ample space with minimal appliances clearly made for catering. The left counter had already become cramped with your supplies, but the other two were blissfully empty. At the very least you'd have enough space to work.

"Let's get started then," He said tersely. "I'll take the shiozake, can you start with the negi miso?"

It wasn't long before you could hear the clamor building outside the kitchen, with only a metal screen between you and the growing party. When you first arrived only the setup crew had been there, but the variety of voices you could now hear told you that at least one team had arrived.

The kitchen, however, remained mostly silent. Every once in a while you'd ask one another for an ingredient or supply, but that was the extent of it.

"Y'know what, fuck it, this silence is awkward. Mind if I play some music?" Osamu asked, moving towards the sink to wash the sticky rice off of his hands.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll listen to anything," You said. Though, in all honesty, you had your particular music tastes, part of you wanted to know what sort of music Osamu liked.

"Oh, great, I'll just... put on my usual playlist then," Osamu took his phone out of his backpack, fumbling with the screen for a moment before his music app started working. He hadn't brought a speaker, so he put the phone on an empty patch of counter.

The first sound that came out of it was an advertisement. More specifically, the exact same advertisement that had followed you around spotify for the past week or so.

"Broke bitch," you said jokingly as you continued work on the rice balls, forming some while others grilled.

"It's a responsible financial decision," Osamu replied with a sharp sarcasm, a breathy laugh escaping his lungs.

"Yeah, ok, sure. But I swear if I hear that ad one more time I'm just going to cave and deal with paying it."

The loathed advertisement came to an end, and the first song began. You'd recognize that slightly muffled drumbeat anywhere.

"Osamu... is that... Wildest Dreams?" You asked hesitantly.

"Shit- uh- that's uh...." Osamu moved to skip the song, but he had already begun work on the onigiri and the rice coated his fingers. Instead he settled for a disgruntled (and slightly embarrassed) huff.

"Oh my god, you're a swiftie," You said between laughs.

"I- hhhhhhh. I know it's weird. Laugh all you want," He grumbled, cheeks pinkened.

"No no, it's not that, it's so unexpected but it makes so much sense- Not gonna lie, it's adorable," The laughs continued to rack your body, the cheesy romantic song in the background such a precious contrast to your co-chef's moody exterior.

"Shut yer trap," Osamu mumbled, turning away from you with a childish pout.

While the rest of his music was more of what you had expected for a guy like him, you didn't pay much attention to it. The two of you talked too much for the music to matter.

When it came time to serve dinner, you were more disappointed than you should have been. I'm here to share food with people, I love sharing food with people, so why am I so bothered?

The volleyball boys were... interesting. To say the least. Some of them far too energetic for your tastes, others looked as if they were about to fall asleep any moment. Most were far taller than you, and nearly all of them did a double-take when they noticed you serving food. After all, very few of them would have seen you before, and those that did were unlikely to have remembered you.

The onigiri trays emptied surprisingly fast. With the few other foods set up on tables outside, you began pulling the empty metal sheets back into the kitchen for cleanup.

"So, 'Samu, this is yer plus-one, eh?" The cocky voice was one you knew well enough - Atsumu, the popular and, frankly quite annoying, twin brother of the boy you'd spent the entire afternoon cooking with.

"I think they'd prefer assistant chef," Osamu replied blandly with just a hint of sharp distaste for his brother.

"Well I think since you've locked yerself in the kitchen all day it might as well be a date," Atsumu teased, "It's like you'd rather spend time with your assistant chef than with the rest of us."

"Shut it, 'Tsumu. Unlike you, [name] is actually a decent person," Osamu spat, dramatically pulling down the metal screen between the kitchen and hall. It hit the blonde atop the head (not too hard, you hoped) and he recoiled backward with an offended face.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Atsumu's voice was muffled by the metal but still clearly audible, "Enjoy your date~"

Osamu shot a glare in his brother's general direction before turning back to his work washing the rice-coated utensils.

"So I'm just a 'decent person,' huh?" You asked, leaning leisurely against the sink, mindlessly fiddling with the dish towel.

"Well, I'd've been nicer, but that woulda given 'Tsumu the wrong idea," Osamu said quietly, scrubbing with a determined fervor.

"The wrong idea... how?"

"First off he'd've taken anything short of insulting as an ego boost, he always does. Or he might've thought... that we were together."

"Oh."

You cursed yourself for such a simplistic response, but your thoughts were racing too fast to put together anything more coherent. Atsumu thinking we're together is bad... does he actually not like me? No, he probably just sees me as a friend. Damn.

"Well, for the record, I think you're pretty great," After a moment you fumbled the words out of your mouth. 'Pretty great' was a terrible understatement - you thought he was amazing, wonderful, so funny and talented and handsome.

"Yeah, you too," He murmured. How strange it was to hear Osamu, usually so outspoken, being quiet. Almost... shy.

"And, well, while assistant chef is a nice title and all... I wouldn't mind being your plus-one either." Your words were nearly drowned out by the running water, hesitant but entirely sure of what you meant. The whole evening had made you realize how much you were into Osamu, his immaculate sarcasm and love of food, the dry but entertaining banter over stupid things. Maybe he had been flirting. Maybe he hadn't. There was no way to know.

"I think I'd like that too." Osamu looked over at you with a shy smile, cheeks tinged with red, dropping the dishes in his hands.

"You're so fucking adorable," You said with a little laugh, the warm flush building in your own face. Holy shit. This is actually going well.

Osamu snatched the towel from your hands, drying off his hands and forearms. "Can I like... hug you? Is that okay?"

You skipped over a verbal response, choosing to throw yourself at him instead, wrapping your arms around his broad torso. He was warm, comforting, and the perfect height for hugs. Gently, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, placing his chin on top of your head in an a silly, condescending way.

"You're such a dork, Osamu."

"And you like it."

©nesswritesnonsense 2022

[getonite]

PLAYING : HOTLINE ! — DAZAI TUNES IN!

𝗧hinking about Dazai, your childhood friend and the one who shows his vulnerability only to you. Years after you've gone and left the Port Mafia and your terrible past behind, he knocks on your door. He looks downright terrible. His bloodied hands are trembling as he grips onto the fabric of Odasaku's coat, he's trembling, and on the verge of tears.

"Dazai, how'd you—" he practically leaps, his bandaged arms wrap around your neck, squeezing harshly, though you wonder how he found you... Ango.

There's not a word spoken between you two, but you know exactly what he needs. You pull him inside, carefully closing the door. "How about we clean you up first, okay?" You whisper. He stinks. His eyelids are puffy and there's red underlining his eyelashes. His hair is due for a wash with split ends, and he's pale. You guess he hasn't taken too much care of himself since you left. He silently nods, leaning his full bodyweight into you.

You bring him to your bathroom, carefully peeling the layers of clothing from him. The first to come off is the black coat he's regularly worn since he joined the Port Mafia.

His knees are to his chest as he speaks for the first time. "Mori-san's coat, burn it. I don't need it," he whispers in a raspy voice as if he's been screaming. You hum in acknowledgement as you set the dirty thing on the bathroom tile. Your hands carefully help him undress before starting to undo his bandages. "Years later and you still can't change your bandages like I told you to," he hears you whisper with a small smile. The bloodied and worn bandages fall to the floor as he hears the sound of streaming water come from the bathtub inches from him.

Once he's in the bath, you carefully rinse his body with warm water, lathering his new and old scars with soap carefully. There's a hint of guilt in your heart as you hear him wince, though this is probably for the best.

The pads of your fingers massage his scalp as you wash his hair, just like you did when the two of you were kids. You carefully trim his wet hair and brush it before getting him out of the tub, helping him dry off. You were likely the only person he could truly trust to see him so...bare and vulnerable. You couldn't exactly tell if the silence was tense or comforting, regardless you continued with is predictable mute moment. He always got like that when there was something wrong, you sigh.

"How about, I get you something to eat? I made some bento boxes, you can eat one and then brush your teeth, is that okay?" You speak softly and re-bandage his tender skin.

You smile softly at him when be finally nods. "Okay," you whisper and attempt to finish quickly before his mind changes.

As his hair dries it becomes its usual fluffy self, you'd assume hair matches personality; however, Dazai's eyes were close to dead. He only seemed to relax, feel different, when you touched him so gently. You quickly clean up and head to make him food. "You don't have to eat all of it y'know...just some, okay?" You whisper, setting the box in front of him.

He can tell your eyes are studying him as he eats, wondering what your Dazai from years ago has turned into. You look at him proudly when he finishes half of it before pushing it away. "Thank you," you whisper.

Handing him a toothbrush, you let him brush his teeth and fix the mess that is your bedroom, knowing he'll ask to sleep. And surely, 5 minutes later he stumbles to your doorway. "Can I...Can I stay?" You look him up and down, smiling softly. Compared to the terrible look he had when he first appeared at your door, he looks better. No longer like a man seconds from being a corpse.

"'Course," You smile, pulling back the covers, "C'mere."

He walks to the bed, crawling onto the soft sheets carefully. His brown eyes look at you expectingly, watching you get under the covers with him. He moves his body next to yours, putting his face into your neck without a word. "Ready to talk?" You whisper. His hoarse voice whispers a 'No.'

The calming effect your fingers have as they glide along him and his hair makes him feel like he's home. "Okay, just sleep. I'll be right here, I'm not leaving."

Dazai again, speaks no words, but his legs entertangle with yours. He remembers just why he came here. He missed you. Even if Odasaku is gone, he has you to make sure he doesn't go over the deep end. He'll save people, he'll grant Odasaku's last wish. But first, he wants to rest. Right next to his home.

"I promise, sleep." The man listens, squeezing onto you as if to test that this is real before drifting off.

For the first time in days...he's at peace.

A/N: dazai srsly needs a hug, 'n ill b the one 2 give it 2 him if no one else will! we need more fluffy fics of taking care of dazai, rather than dazai taking care of us. nyway, if u haven't signed up 4 the new tag list u totally should! there's new options n better format.

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