#osmau x reader

[miskamix]

Dazai x Fem!reader thats shy in bed

"@lia181005 Can I request Dazai x fem reader smut The reader is his gf Make the reader shy in bed please cuz I rarely see it "))"

This is one of my first time writing smut so it might be ass 😭 also i hope you like this, i added some aftercare hc at the end:3

!!English is not my first language!!

______________________________________________________________

I think dazai would love a shy partner in bed because he can tease them about it

he loves the way you grip the bed sheets and try to hide your face in a pillow because of the pleasure hes giving you.

if hes in mean mood he would just grip your hair and pull you up and starts moving faster just to make you moan louder

if hes in a nice or good mood he might just let you hide your pretty face but hes gonna whisper teasing words like "..is this to much for you belladonna..?~" into your ear to make you more flustered.

he loves eating you out for hours and listening to your moans since your so sensitive.

His strong hands keep your legs apart when you try to close them with all your strength

Sometimes he just lets go of your thighs and starts fingering your sweet spot so that you sqeeze his head with your thighs and cry.

he hates it when you cover your pretty face:( he needs to see the faces you make from the pleasure to be able to orgasm, he needs to know hes making you feel good.

makes you ride his cock since he loves seeing you shyly bounce one him while trying to hold back your moans.

if you are insecure about being chubby or skinny and try to hide your body with something during sex, then he takes all the blankets of your bed and gets all the mirrors in the house and put them around the bed while he fucks you and moans out praises like "ha~ the pretties ah~ girl i've ever fucking seen"

But if you tell him you are uncomfortable not having like a shirt cover your belly, then he won't force you to take it of.

^^He lets you use his shirts during sex and it drives him insane seeing your beutifull curves in it.

he leaves marks on you and doesn't listen to you when you tell him not to mark up your neck, he always does it so that he can get to see you all flustered the next morning when you have to go to work

He 100% says stuff like "i'm gonna make you my little mommy" and other dirty stuff like that into your ear since he knows it makes you more wet and flustered.

He has a corruption kink and you being shy and reminding him of a small helpless bunny doesn't help with that:(

^^ he just wants to bend you in half and pound you until all you can remember is his name:( but he doesn't want to scare you away by telling you that

but if you are into that he would probably make you wear a bunny suit for him

Aftercare with him is probably just him kissing you and telling you how well you did while washing your body and giving you a new pair of panties.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm still taking one or two(depending on how much effort i have to put in) more request before i close them!!

[incrtbsd]

Dazai, in his jail cell: What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have the right to remain silent! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Fyodor, in the cell next to Dazai: You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

[lit3rallyll0yd]

Can I request a scenario where dazai and fem reader are hanging out together and suddenly some guy that went out with her once on a bad date sees them and assumes they’re together and is really sad about it and asking for another chance. Like lowkey embarrassing. And dazai is a bit jealous because “why didn’t she tell me she’s been going on dates?”

I just want a little funny Chaos with crushing!dazai.

when dazai has a crush on you - dazai x fem reader

synopsis: on which the osamu dazai had a massive crush on you; however he has no idea how to go about it and suddenly has an awkward interaction with your ex, who begs for you to get back with him.

a/n: when life gives you motivation, you use it all in one one-shot and never return!!

"what's your favorite ice cream flavor?" he asked you as the two of you were walking down the streets of yokohama. winter was finally here and snow covered what used to be green grass and the clouds were in the shades of grey and white.

"dazai, it's freezing!"

"ah, but that doesn't mean we can't have a special treat!" he grinned, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for a response out of you.

you rolled your eyes with a smile; "if you just have to know!!" you said dramatically, a hand to your chest, "it's pistachio..."

"you basic-"

"HUSH!" you clamped his mouth with your hand, laughing to yourself as he looked at you with a "GIRL WTF-"

"i don't care if calls me a basic bitch, THERE GOOD!!" he held his arms up in defense, "your words not mine!"

you slapped his arm once more as you both kept walking.

"are you going to pay?"

"didn't i tell you? i lost my wallet in the river, it belongs to the frogs now."

"osamu- that was 2 YEARS AGO!!"

"and those frogs MUST have a mansion by now!"

"oh my go-"

"but you, my sweet y/n, you must have some spare change to by your best friend in the whole wide world to get some ice cream for us??????"

he blinked at you with his fingers interlocked with each other and you sighed, shoving his face away from his own.

"i literally hate you..."

"you looooooove me~"

what he said may have been true; we'll, he hoped?

-

"have you ever wondered if atsushi purrs?"

you looked up at dazai; raising an eyebrow as you took a bite of your ice cream. "where does your mind go after work hours?" you shook your head as you chuckled; "wait, I'm serious. like if you scratch behind his ear, does he meow?"

as dazai went on and on about god knows what; you saw a familiar boy stand next to the store of the small ice cream shop...he seemed to be with other boys, around your age, and he was just kinda glancing over at you.

where do you recognize him from?

"are you okay?" dazais voice caused you to look at him quickly, "hm?"

dazai grinned, "something on your mind? is it my, witty charms? my gorgeous vocal cords, or perhaps-"

you shake your head chuckling at just how stupid your best friend is, "no- no, sorry. i just zoned out!"

he nods, not wanting to push further and once again started to talk about random things that popped into his mind.

after a bit, you notice the boy was gone however his friends were still there; you even recognized some of those boys as well. why does it look a little bit like-

"jeezus-"

"what was that?"

"i said "shoeless!"

"Y/N!!!!"

the sudden scream of your name from another man's voice besides dazais caused you both to jump.

you looked to your right, as dazai followed your stare...a boy who rushed over to you with blonde locks and baby blue eyes. he seemed to be in some sort of distress as he got on his knees.

"cody, what are you-"

"i'm so sorry i left you, baby, i was a fool to think i could find someone better!"

dazai was beyond confused as he said nothing but just watch. you glared at the boy who was on his knees; "cody, you cheated on me, and suddenly on your knees begging for me back?"

he nods, grabbing your hands as he looked you in the eye; "you were my everything, and i was stupid to believe i never needed you. I've been a mess without, i've let my hair grow up, i haven't shaved in 8 months, and i'm all alone!!"

"uhm..."

both you and your ex boyfriend looked at dazai who cleared his throat.

"y/n, what ...what is going on?"

before you could respond, cody shouts out; "YOU MOVED ON WITH HIM? what does he have that i don't? oh, OH, your into bandages?"

dazai gave him a "bitch what the fuck" look as he continued; "i can be better then anything he can be to you! i bet he doesn't even know what your favorite ice cream flavor is and got you one you didn't like!!"

"cody, i'm not dating anyone!!!" you blushed furiously, pulling your hand away.

both cody and dazai'a cheeks flushed, however dazai couldn't stop looking at you. 'you can date me' he thought to himself, but was knocked out of his trance as you dragged him away by the arm and said one final goodbye to cody, "your pathetic, cody! leaving me for a bastard who cheated on your ass as well because your a sad, cheating man who has nothing to live for besides eat and sleep all day long! at dazai has a job. you know, your right, he'll be a better boyfriend then you anyday!!"

and with that tou left the weeping man alone with his friends awkwardly standing there, giggling at the incounter that has happened.

as you and dazai got further away, you stopped and sighed. "i'm sorry dazai, that was so awkward! i never thought i'd see him again!" you rubbed your face and looked at the floor, but dazai chuckled and made you look at him.

"it's quite alright, y/n, but...when did you two break up? not that it's any of my buisness, but i had no idea you were even dating!?"

"you seem surprise, you believe a women like me can't pull a lover?"

he froze, "oh-n-no! not at all, i just- you know i just- well you never told-"

you rolled your eyes and punched his arm; "dude i'm kidding!!"

he chuckled, a couple minutes later the two of you decided to walk back home, however he offered to walk you home.

as the lights in yokohama lit up, the moon as set and the streets were quiet.

there was a calm silence as you both walked, the sound of dazais clicking heels caused you to always side eye him and smile. he's never walked you home like this before, he was always so talkative and have something to say.

"did you mean what you said, earlier today?"

ah.

there it was.

"you mean.."

"yeah.."

you smiled to yourself, looking at the floor as you stopped in front of your apartment. "of course i did, i'm sure you would try your hardest to be with the person you love, better then cody!!" you smiled, giving him a hug and waving goodbye.

"bye, dazai! see you at work tomorrow, I better not have to call you again so you won't be late!!" you waved, walking into your apartment.

"goodbye, y/n!" he waved, watching as you entered your apartment and your figure left.

"i love you..."

@justcallmesakira @atsquie @atlasnessie @riiwrites @ruanais @silverbladexyz @pinklacydovey @iisowks @haithamvoid-deactivated20240128

[moonbeam-writing]

Hii! :) may I request an Osamu x fem reader where Osamu has a crush on the team manager? And also maybe a confession to!

Thank you for your time ❤️

-Anon

— Miss Manager

๑ Requested by a lovely Anon!

๑ Characters: Osamu Miya (Haikyuu)

๑ Quick Note: I'm so sorry that this took so long, lovely! I hope you enjoy this regardless!

๑ Contains: Fluff; Third Person from Osamu’s perspective; Use of She/Her Pronouns for the Reader; SFW

—

"Starin' again, 'Samu?" Osamu blinked, being pulled back into reality. Atsumu's hand rested on his twin's shoulder before Osamu shook it off.

"What d'ya mean?" Atsumu rolled his eyes as Osamu took a step away from him, looking away from where he was before. Osamu didn't need to tell Atsumu anything. Especially if Atsumu already knew.

Sometimes, Osamu wondered how he got where he had in his life. He had become a living cliche, getting a crush on his team's manager. How couldn't he, though? She was beautiful. And sweet. And-

 "Osamu, are you okay?" Her voice replaced his brother's, and Osamu nearly jumped out of his skin. There (Y/N) stood, giving him a concerned smile, slightly furrowed brows, and his water bottle in hand.

"Yeah," Osamu smiled. "I'm okay. Thanks, (Y/N)."

"Of course." All he could focus on was her smile and how sweet it was, purposefully ignoring his brother laughing with Suna behind him. They didn't matter when (Y/N) was there in front of him. "You're doing great today, you know!" 

The tips of Osamu's ears warmed at her compliment, and the boys behind him laughed louder. "And you do great everyday, (Y/N)." Osamu now felt paralyzed. Any heat that had built up during practice was now replaced with a cold feeling and a sinking gut. Oh no, Osamu thought, there's no way I just said that. His mind raced as he stared at the space right above (Y/N), unable to risk looking her in the eye.

"Thanks, Samu!" She smiled widely. "You're so sweet!" 

"Oi, Samu! Either confess yer feeling's or come back to practice!"

"Damn, sorry for keeping you, Osamu! I didn't realize break was over. Oops, haha." Atsumu's taunt may have gone right over her head, but he was right - Osamu needed to tell (Y/N) how he felt.

"No, no, you're perfect! Um, I, uh,"

"Samu!" Atsumu yelled. 

 "Shut up!" Osamu yelled back, turning his head and seeing Suna with his phone pointed at them and Aran giving him a thumbs up. "Go on a date with me since we have a free day tomorrow?"

"Of course, I will, Osamu!" She pressed her lips against his cheek with a warmth spreading across her cheeks as she turned to walk toward Kita, undoubtedly to apologize for keeping them from practicing.

With a smug grin on his face, Osamu turned back to face Atsumu and Suna, promptly flipping them both off.

[justcallmesakira]

Hear me out

The agency gets invited to a party

Reader dresses the fuck up and like dances n shit

And Dazai is watching from the bar like

👁///👁 damn

And then reader comes up to him to dance <3

Feed my fantasies please

OK okay so I have something similar to this an dyou should definitely check it out! :)

Reader starts getting on the dance floor on those bars you know and maybe she's a tad bit drunk and you know dancing around without a care before looking over to dazai an telling him to come join her and yosano just pushes him towards her as they vigorously dance together with his eyes go elsewhere for a bit (iykwim 😳

Oh aand readers dress would look something like this <3

[zoi3e]

BEST INTREST

"if it's you and other, it's no need to worry, cause I can sleep between you."

dazai osamu x reader

warnings: agnst, hurt no comfort, song fic, unrequited love, dazai feeling guilty, implied female reader but no pronouns, reader is engaged someone un-named, suggestive implications, suicide implied (only at the end), reader is only with un-named person due to a forced marrige, death.

everything was great. it was only june in yokohama, yet it was so hot. especially more in this alley. well it'd probably be less hot with dazai's hands and mouth being all over you. he was always so clingy. but today he seemed more...well, off. he still was all over you whenever he could find a opening to pull you into some dingy alleyway. yet he seemed to drift off into his mind more often. he was so close yet so distant.

"darling, darling, darling, there's no need to worry! it's just a couple things in my brain, you know?"

originally, when one of your colleagues confessed to you, you had no answer. you were engaged at supposed to get married that summer to some rich business man who was from tokyo. not messing around with your senior colleague at a random job you got as a intern at a agency. in fact, he knew you were engaged with the ring on your finger. yet somehow you accepted. no one knew. but you were fine with that. he could sleep in between you and him. you didn't mind.

"if it's you and other, it's no need to worry, cause I can sleep between you."

"you know it won't work out. your just going to make things worse, they'll stay waiting for something that will never be between you unless you end it." is what ranpo told him. it itched at him all day. anytime he'd pull your hand into that alleyway and try to make himself feel better and distract himself by planting small kisses all over your neck and face. it just didn't work.

"i'm a third wheeler. i'm a side better. i'm a homewrecker. give it up."

he loved you. truly he did. but he was just a leech on your side. your smart, and yet somehow to him he's manipulated you self-consciously to make you feel as if this can stay. this can be. he wanted this so damn bad. but he knew some random detective who barely makes enough to get by himself would never be good enough for you.

"i can play the side (-) role easy, but not for too long. i'm the side (-) i gotta sneak around and hide with you. i wanna see you, give me five minutes. paparazzi probably like five pictures."

"but i just want you!" "i know, but we can't keep doing this. i can't just ruin your whole future you've built darli-" "just get out osamu!"

"don't want to fuck what you've got up. i would never blow your spot up. i know my place, i'm the landlord. i'll carry the weight till my hands sore. i can't keep doing this."

it was the day before the wedding. you couldn't take it anymore. you couldn't have dazai, but you just wanted to have freedom. even if you had to die to obtain it. you stared at the contact name on your phone screen. "osmau♡" you tapped the call button.

"dazai-kun. i think i want to take you up on that offer." .... "yes. 10? at the main docks?"

beep. beep. the sound of hospital machines beeped in dazai's ears. he opened his eyes, only to find yosano.

"...(name)..." he gasped out. his throat burns from how much salt water he took in when they jumped in hand in hand. she shook her head no. my heart hurts.

"i'll keep your best interest."

i kinda just used yōzō's story with him dying and his lover surviving for this lol.

the song is BEST INTEREST by Tyler, the Creator. I really like his music. anyways if you couldn't tell reader and dazai died together. yippee!

anways. have a good day, drink some water and don't do anything written in this fic. xoxo

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Right Where You Left Me (PT.2)

Atsumu Miya x Reader to Osamu Miya x Reader

**Genre: Fluff (w/ a little angst sprinkled in) **Key: Y/N- Your Name Talking You, Osamu **Word Count: 394

**Part 1 Part 2.5 (Atsumu’s Aftermath)

Now having dated Atsumu Miya you ended up also befriending his twin Osamu. Osamu was the one there to witness the whole relationship. The ups and downs, good and bad. All of it and he was there that night. The night his brother… his twin broke your heart. He has watched you every day for the past year come in and relive that night, frozen in that moment. After a year he decided to intervene. He started with small, short conversations, and eventually offered you a job (I mean you were there all the time anyways might as well get paid to be there). He was hoping working there would help you make happy memories in the restaurant so you would finally move on. It started slow but eventually you started smiling again and holding long meaningful conversations again. Osamu really missed those conversations. Then you started coming early and staying late to help Osmau with prep because he always did that by himself. It was a year and a half after the breakup when you two shared a small moment, you two were prepping which somehow ended up in a mini food fight and you both laughing on the floor. It was the happiest you had felt in so long. You started looking forward to work more and more (and by work you meant seeing Osamu). But of course, the universe couldn’t leave it at that. Atsumu ended up coming in with his new girl and their brand-new infant. Seeing them you felt something inside you snap and you couldn’t help but cry. But Osamu was there holding you comforting you and it was then you realized you fell for the wrong twin. You realized just how great Osamu was. You spent the next few weeks getting closer and dropping hints until it all came to a head. “Osamu I can’t do this anymore you’re so oblivious.” You tell him out of the blue one day but before ehe had time to process you crashed your lips to his. “I love you Osamu Miya.” “I love you too Y/N.” You two kissed again and for the first time in a long time your universe felt whole again. “So it looks like you’re still going to become a Miya after all.” “Is this your way of proposing?” “Not yet, but with time don’t worry.”

[lou-struck]

Shaping Hearts

Osamu Miya x reader

~ Onigiri Miya has a line out the door, but it's owners thoughts are elsewhere.

WC: 1.1K+

a/n: This was a WIP i forgot about posting for Valentines Day...oops

Onigiri Miya seems to be trending on Instagram…again.

When you first set up your boyfriend’s restaurant on social media, you did it just to help him get the word out a bit more and maybe get featured on a few food bloggers' websites, but now thanks to 90% Osamu’s fantastic cooking and about 10% his gorgeousness. The page has gained thousands of followers.

Curiously, check some of the most recent tagged posts and see that Osmau’s usually pristine triangular rice balls are shaped into plump little hearts.

“Cute,” you murmur as you scroll through the pages of aesthetically pleasing rice ball pics. It’s a nice little change for the holiday, but you are confused as to why Osamu hadn’t told you about his little plan earlier, especially since you could’ve made a promo post about it on the account.

But as your cab driver pulls in front of the beloved restaurant, the long line that stems out the door and around the block tells you that Osamu is more than busy enough today.

You pay your cab fare and walk towards the front door of the restaurant past the groups of young people who, from the conversations they are having amongst themselves, are there for much more than the food.

You hear a few people grumbling about how you are walking past the line, but you continue onwards.

Pushing open the doors you slip into the restaurant and feel the warmth of the heating system on your skin. You pass the full tables of people eating their heart shaped onigiri's and talking amongst themselves. Everything feels so homey it warms your heart. This is exactly what Osamu had dreamed of when he first opened Onigiri Miya.

Making your way to the kitchen you open the door slowly so you don't startle your boyfriend. Who is hunched over one of the prep tables, a steaming bowl of rice and a tray of fillings on either side of him.

He scans the tickets as they come in shaping the rice balls and stuffing them with care and smoothing out the little heart shape before sending them off to the pickup counter, despite the crowd his eyes are lidded and he his lips are upturned in a soft smile.

His motions are fluid and practiced, and he softly sings along to the cheesy love song on the radio as he works, Knowing he is in the zone you take the opportunity to surprise him.

“Hey Samu,” you say, sneaking behind the counter and wrapping your arms around his beefy muscles.

“Hey darlin’,” he says shooting you a sleepy smile. “What brings you here? Didn’t ya have plans?”

Nuzzling deeper into his arms you feel the softness of his soft t-shirt on your skin. “I guess I missed you,” you hum, noticing the way his shoulder slump in relaxation. “And we just met for some drinks,”

“Drinks?” he parrots. "It's a bit early for that isn't it?"

"Nope, its after five." you say watching the cute look of confusion on his face.

He curses under his breath and turns his head a bit to glance up at the clock, his tired eyes making out the placement of the tiny hands and shakes his head “There’s no way it’s that late.”

You raise a brow in concern “What time did you think it was?"

He shrugs, "I dunno, it felt like I was still in the lunch rush. I haven't had time to take a breather since I was on the phone with ya.”

"You do have quite the crowd out there." you say giving his shoulder a little squeeze. "Probably because of the little promotion you are doing today."

“Promotion?” he asks, letting that adorable look of confusion take over his features.

You nod, "Yeah, the heart-shaped onigiri you have been making, they are all over Instagram today." you explain gesturing to the tray of little rice hearts on the table.

A pink flush covers his cheeks as he stares down at the balls picking one up carefully. “I-i didn't realize they were hearts.” he mumbles.

Your eyes widen a bit as you look at the man in front of you. "But you have made hundreds of them today, how could you not know?”

He lets out a little chuckle and brings the tray to the counter. "I just...you know... get into the zone when m' cookin."

“Yea, but you’ve never made hearts before.” you tease “What exactly were you thinking about in,” you lift your hands and make little air quotes with your fingers. “‘the zone’”

“Someone special,” he smirks, placing his on your waist and pulling you into his chest and peppering your neck with gentle kisses that tickle your skin. “

Turning your head, his kisses come to land softly on your lips and you smile. “I guess you missed me, too Samu.”

“Obviously,” he grins, his teeth graze his bottom lip and his eyes stare down at you hungrily. Looking all too ready to spend the dinner rush lip locked with you.

And you would’ve let him.

“H-hey, Mr. Miya,” one of the servers stammers from the window, “how are we doing on those tickets?”

“ shit, “he sighs, glancing out of the corner of his eyes to see the influx of tickets that keep getting sent to the kitchen and the line that stretches out the door of the restaurant and around the corner. “I guess I gotta finish these off."

“Probably,” your murmur internally cursing to yourself as he pulls away. “ The only thing worse than a crowd is a hungry crowd.“

“Ya got that right.” He smiles, taking a ticket off the line and scanning its contents. “The sooner I fill these orders, the sooner I get to spend some time alone with ya.”

“What can I do to make that happen sooner?” you ask tilting your head to the side.

“How about you give me a kiss every time I finish a ticket?" he asks, giving you that little lopsided smile that never fails to send butterflies into your stomach.

Glancing at the dozens of tickets that your boyfriend has to go through you nod thinking it sounds like a pretty sweet deal. “I-i can do that.”

“Good, M’ countin on ya.” he smiles and slides a heart shaped onigiri over to you. "Here’s a little somethin to keep yer energy up. We’ve got a long shift ahead of us.

You take a bite of the cute little rice ball with a grateful smile, "It's so good Samu," you beam "I don't know if it's the heart shape, but I can definetly taste the love."

"It's all cause of you darlin'" he smiles "I rice ball ya."

"I rice ball you too," you grin at his corniness and take another bite. And as you feel the love it was cooked with dance on your tongue you prepare to help your boyfriend complete order after order.

[peppersapro]

Simple enough

Osamu Miya x Reader Angst

If someone asked you to explain your relationship with Osamu you'd describe it to be strange. But not quite in the way most people would assume. This is because some relationships just aren't simple enough to be classified as healthy or toxic. He didn't treat you badly nor did he treat you good. Osamu Miya was a complicated guy, not as much as his brother but complicated none the less. To simply put it he was unpredictable. It was almost as though he was a sociopath. He cared enough to make sure you didn't feel insecure but not enough to make you feel pretty. Half the time the man couldn't even decide how he wanted to set the mood for his day. Some would say he's indecisive or perhaps bipolar, but in the end, I think he's just scared of love. Putting forward enough effort to make sure it didn't seem one-sided just not enough to help stabilize the relationship. Maybe it was due to his brother's past relationships or maybe even the times people used him to get to his brother.

Despite popular belief, Osamu had never been in love and he didn't plan to fall either. The whole "crazy in love" scenarios where just viewed as stupid to him. The team tried to get to the bottom of his feelings but where never met with the correct answer. You thought you'd eventually come to terms with his weird persona, but you could never truly forget how much you wanted to know the reason for his feelings. To most people your relationship seemed simple enough, two people who weren't completely honest with their feelings toward each other. However, truth be told you were just confused. It was exhausting, trying to figure out how the male's brain processed things. So you decided to break things off.

"Osmau, we need to talk."

"hmm?"

"I can't keep torturing myself trying to figure you out, it's like I'm only here when your bored. I'm done."

"Okay."

What? How could the situation have such little effect on him. Breaking things off was supposed to make you feel better about yourself but it just made things worse.

It's simple enough, you weren't and will never be special to Osamu Miya.

[splitontendo]

paring: osamu miya x f!reader

synopsis: in honor of your friends birthday your friends and you all decided to get high. buying the drugs from no other than osamu miya. the most attractive dealer you’ve ever laid eyes on.

genre: crack / humor, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers.

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, smut, drugs, drug use.

status: completed

meet the characters

chapters :

01 | why men deserve nothing

02 | we might seriously get robbed 😍

03 | girl boss moves (written)

04 | of course it’s because we’re high

05 | pretty girl (written + smut)

06 | what was his name?

07 | kiss and tell

08 | is it working..? 👀

09 | it’s the mommy’s issues

10 | #bestfriendgoals

11 | lucky ass 😡 she’s hot asf 🥵

12 | guys wtf :/

13 | he is about to commit a federal crime

14 | it’s hot girl culture

15 | can’t risk it (written)

16 | i have no secrets 😌

17 | jealousy is a disease bitch, get well soon xx

18 | my finger slipped

19 | update the people!

20 | a fucking daydream (written)

21 | it’ll go viral

22 | deja vu (written)

23 | that’s wassup 🤝

24 | give me time (written)

25 | she said yes! (kinda) + bonus!

art credit to aikk.00 on instagram

[tacticaldiary]

Ohayo senpai!

Can I request a scenario of jealous Dazai where he has a gamer s/o and they have a really close friend they play with, and she would compliment him. So eventually Dazai got jelly and asked some attention from our s/o.

Ack thank you in advance! ><

Mine

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Fluff ; Hurt/Comfort

Masterlist

He's the one who should be receiving the compliment and praise, not some person on the other side of a screen

"No, no, on your left, left!" Y/N exclaims, furiously pressing different combinations of keys on her keyboard and talking into her headset. Dazai, who's been idly laying on her bed and scrolling through his phone for the past hour looks up, a sulky, dramatic pout on his face.

It had been an hour, a whole hour, since Y/N had looked his way or talked to him. Sure when he'd invited himself over to her place, she had warned him that she was going to be gaming with her friend for an hour or two, but Dazai had brushed it off at that time, happy to be in the same room as her.

But this...watching her talk to someone else and ignore him...Oh, this was absolute torture.

"Oh my god, you're amazing!" She cheers, laughing in delight as the screen flashes green, indicating her teams victory. "If I could give you a hug right now, you'd be getting a hug."

Dazai sits up at that. Who was that on the other end? She hadn't really told him...Shouldn't he be the one getting hugs?

"I'll take the right again. No. Get the gold, the gold...you absolute ledged!" She exclaims again and Dazai swings his legs down over the side of the bed.

"When did you get this good at aiming?! You've been practising without me, haven't you?" She laughs at the persons response and Dazai feels...strange. She should be laughing with him right now. He crosses his arms and frowns. He didn't like this.

"You-! Yes! You're awesome, god, I love you!" She exclaims in excitement the screen flashes green again.

That's the last straw for Dazai. Frowning, he gets up and moves behind her, plucking the headset off her head and adjusting it on his own. He clears his throat and ignores her look of surprise and protest.

"Hello, hello there!" He says a little to cheerfully. "I see you've been having fun with my lovely girlfriend, she's great isn't she?" He can hear the person on the other end, it's a guy, start to talk, so he continues on, cutting them off.

"Unfortunately, it's my turn to have a little fun with her, so she'll be leaving now." Dazai leans back as Y/N attempts to swipe the headset back. "She'll call you back...well, not for a while." With that, he disconnects the headset and hits the button to turn off the PC.

Y/N just stares at him in slight disbelief.

"What the hell do you-" She cuts herself off with a yelp as Dazai leans down and scoops her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He throws her onto the bed and then flops down on top of her, pinning her down with his own body weight, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

"You said you love him! You're supposed to love me!" He whines, voice muffled though the fabric of her shirt.

"I-...Osamu, it was platonic. I was excited!" She says rolling her eyes, but accepting her fate. She knows he won't let her up until he's satisfied.

"Still! I'm way more awesome and amazing!"

"Are you...are you jealous, Osamu?" She asks, unable to stop the amusement from leaking into her voice. When he doesn't respond, she chuckles and runs a hand through his hair.

"You've got nothing to worry about." She says matter-of-factly. "You're my one and only." She taps his nose and he wrinkles it in response, looking adorable in her opinion.

"My sentiments exactly darling! But how could I not step in when this random person is trying to steal you away from me?"

"You mean my best friend?" She laughs. "The person who's been in a relationship for 7 years?"

Dazai scoffs. "You never know."

"You're an idiot, you know?" She laughs, and Dazai takes pleasure in the fact that he made her make that sound. Not some other guy, him.

He wraps his arms around her tighter and mumbles into her neck.

"Mine."

"I'm all yours." She replies softly.

That sooths the embers of what could only be described as a mildly possessive flame in Dazai’s mind. There’s not many things and people he gets to call his own but this...this feels right.

Y/N decides that jealously doesn’t look that bad on him. 

-

(30/07/2021)

[miskamix]

Chubby reader x dazai who is insecure about herself can you can i like your articles very much

Dazai x Chubby!Fem!Reader

______________________________________________________________

AHHHH i didn't expect anyone to request chubby reader stuff!! as a chubby person myself i get so happy when i see chubby reader content 😖

Also sorry for taking so long to wrote this!! i forgot i was a fanfic writer for a while!(and i was on a small break)

Please remember english isn't my first language so my gramer isn't the best!

______________________________________________________________

Sfw!:

First off, it fucking cannon (if i remember correctly) that he loves all type of women!! No matter size, race, age(not under 18 tho!!) and much more!!

He would be so hurt to find out his beautifull and amazing belladona is insecure about her weight:(

He holds you so tight and tells you how much he loves you and your chubbines!

He hates when he sees you judging yourself in the mirror when you think hes not there

It hurst him to know you don't feel confidant in the clothes he gets you and he is quite literally ready to get the people who made you insecure killed

He always hold you close to him and makes you lay on top of him when cuddling since he finds comfort in the weight on top of him

if you ever even as much as utter the word "i'm to heavy", then just know he is gonna be shocked to the bone and all pouty

"i'm to heavy.." *Dramatic ass gasp* "How dare my Beautifull, amazing, pretty, sexy, hot,(ect) Bella accuse me of beaing to weak to handler her waight!!"

He would love to see you in skin tight clothes since he loves to look at your body, its very beautifull to him

Wants you to wear his clothes

if you start talking about going on a diet hes gonna beg you not to(unless its what really want or due to health reasons) since he loves your chubbines

"Bella! there is no reason for you to lose weight! you look absolutely beautiful just the way you are!"

Nsfw!:

Wants you to ride his face 101%!!

"baby, you aren't to heavy, plus it would be the best way to die, in between my beautiful belladona's thighs!"

This motherfucker will drag your body down on his face so he can feel your full waight

one time he passed out for a few seaconds since he couldn't breath

"My dear, that was the closest to death i've been in a while!"

Wants you to wear lingerie, he says it makes you look super sexy

______________________________________________________________

This was a bit rushed TT

i couldn't come up with more on the nsfw part TT

Also requests are open but i have quite a lot so it'll take a while before i can finish them! and i'm gonna try finishing some of the older ones!

[incrtbsd]

Ranpo: Wow, Poe, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Poe: We literally slept together yesterday.

Ranpo: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

[joy-laufeyson]

(timeskip) Miya Osamu fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

・・・・・・

sfw / plug walk (smau, masterlist)

fluff / order's up

fluff / sleepyhead

sfw fluff / open for midnight

fluff / pocky sticks

angst fluff / insecure

fluff / fan favorite

fluff / the other twin

fluff / "you've always been the one"

sfw fluff / you

fluff / life's a b*tch

fluff / pretend

sfw fluff / and they were roommates

fluff / betrayed

angst fluff / one more time

fluff/ childhood friends to lovers

fluff / sierra

angst / glimpse of us (masterlist)

fluff / all of you

fluff / visiting him at work

angst fluff / soul food

angst fluff / the L word

fluff / cute butt

fluff / that's that me expresso

fluff / slept through his alarm

fluff / onigiri miya

sfw / secret

sfw / freak occurrence

angst fluff / first place, first choice

fluff / after closing

・・・・・・

Other Haikyuu!! masterlists

Updated:09-June-2024

[bokubear]

meet us at the torii gate

pairing; atsumu miya x reader x osamu miya ( in a sense )

sypnosis; praying to the fox inari spirits for you grandmothers health, fantastically transported to the midst of the forest to encounter two twin spirits, atsumu and osamu miya, guardians and gods of mischief.

*kitsune!au

this small town was homey, comforting in a way; but boring. the action was as big as a tree falling down into an old farmers strawberry field.

nothing really, exciting.

you were living with your grandmother in this old countryside for a bit, aiding her in cooking and farming.

your grandmother was a thrill-seeker. that is what she told you.

she also spoke of the inari. two spirits that stood at a torii gate in the depths of the forest welling near the house. parents and grandparents alike warned their children to never follow this influence. children loved the mischievous spirits, but the adults of the town found them insatiable and an opening to bad behavior.

your grandmother was a black sheep. she always smiled when the inari spirits were mentioned. quoting how a little mischief in life makes it fun.

peeling potatoes, you worked up the courage to ask her a question that has been weighing on your shoulders.

“grandmother, why don’t you visit the inari torii if you are seeking mischief.”

she stopped peeling and smiled thoughtfully at that ground.

“i am far to old in age to experience a span of mischief as i would when i was young.” she would say.

“perhaps a youngin’ like yourself would make for a finer candidate.” the sparkle in her eye peculiar.

—

it was early morning, the sun just hardly peering through the clouds. the air was cold, leaves colored beautiful oranges and reds for rise of autumn.

you cooked breakfast, placing the bowls of rice porridge on the kotatsu* table. sparing a glance at your sleeping grandmother, you smiled lightly.

“i will be back.” you whispered.

—

it has taken you longer than expected to find this inari torii gate. when you did you were left speechless. the floral red bright against the dark forest background. the stones adorning it’s floor cracked and molded, moss littering these cracks.

kneeling to your knees, you prayed of good fortune and healing to your grandmother.

“please let her enjoy these last years of life, you have provided her with hope and prosperity for these years, for that i thank you.” taking a few moments to simmer in the words, when you opened your eyes, you weren’t where you remember being once before.

now you were deeper in the forest, where not even the evening sunlight could reach. the trees towered.

“scared?”

the voice caused you to spin around with shock.

breathless.

two thrones casted before you. it seemed the yellow-haired man and spoken. his golden locks parted to one side. a sneer sat on his lips, he was cloaked in a brown robe glittering with unreadable emblems.

on the other throne sat a grey-haired man, his lips tight, unchanging. he had on a grey robe with whitened emblems, his hair parted it the other side than the other.

“w-where am i?” voice wavering cautiously.

wait. there was no way. they had ears?! tufts of fur sat atop their head. the puzzle pieces smashed together at an alarming rate.

these were the inari spirits. woah.

“you caught on huh. this is our territory, ‘haven’t had a visitor in a while sweet-cheeks.” his sneer widened.

“visitor?” you questioned. biting your lip.

“yep, ‘ya prayed to us, that means yer ours now.”

“atsumu, you’re talking to much.” the grey haired man said, frowning at the yellow-haired inari.

“shut it ‘samu you’re ruinin’ my moment!” the yellow inari shouted angrily.

“-wait! i need to get back to help my grandmother with dinner! she can’t farm on her own!”

the thought of your frail grandmother handling the farming on her own troubled you.

“well, too bad darlin’-“ ‘tsumu.”

“WHAT FOR THE SECOND TIME WHAT.” the yellow-haired inari, atsumu shrieked.

“think about it. how ‘bout she comes to us after helping her grandmother, then she can stay with us until she needs to leave again.” he suggested, cold, domineering stare boring into his twin.

“yes! please yes! thank you sir!” you smiled hopefully, thanking the grey-haired inari, osamu profusely.

“and he gets to be called ‘sir’?! now i’m just feelin’ left out. “ atsumu cried, flailing his limbs like a toddler.

then he stopped, placing a hand on his chin. he looked to both of you, you were attempting to persuade him with the puppy eyes, and osamu just stared at him.

“aaugh. fine. but she comes back RIGHT after helpin’ the hag.” atsumu sighed, burying his face in his hands.

you thanked the inari gratefully, nearly crying out with excitement.

“crap! it’s almost dark! i need to go back home to make dinner!” you called out, as if asking to leave.

osamu nodded curtly while atsumu pouted.

you raced from the forest, to where you could remember the direction of your house being.

“she’s cute.” osamu observed. atsumu nodding in agreement.

—

the sound of cutting vegetables flowered your attention when you stepped inside. the familiar door creaking.

while you diced up carrots, your grandmother kept that ever-lasting smile.

“y/n dear, did you get into any mischief today?”

oh you had gotten into some mischief alright.

*kotatsu: a japanese low wooden table frame covered by a futon.

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited ©

[vampkaashis-wife]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3:

“MIYA OSAMU.”

The owner of Onigiri Miya fumbles the drinks he’s bringing to his customers. Fortunately, he doesn’t spill anything, but sends an apologetic, sorry about my wife look to the customers around him (never mind that you’re not his wife - yet).

He delivers the drinks safely and wipes his hands on his apron. Returning to you, he gingerly asks, “Yes, darling? On a scale of 1-10, how scared should I be right now?”

“0.”

“But you-”

Before he finishes speaking, you thrust your phone in his face. It’s open to an email, though he has to reposition your hand by the wrist to be able to make out what it says.

Good morning Y/N,

Thank you so much for your interest in our PharmD program. We have reviewed your application and would like to extend an invitation for you to participate in an admissions interview.

As he reads, you bite your lip and shuffle slightly, blistering with excitement.

Stammering a few unintelligible words, Osamu finally finds his voice. “You just turned that in.”

“I know.”

“It’s been two days.”

“Yeah.”

“My wallet,” he whines, “wasn’t prepared for two fancy dinners in a row.”

“Well that’s good,” you grin. “Because I’m craving your cooking. If you don’t mind.”

“Why would I mind?” His arms snake around your waist. “Gotta keep you fed so you can knock their socks off in your interview. Good for you, babe. Good for you.”

But it is the lunch rush, so he can’t linger around you for too long. He knows he has to start planning the party for your acceptance, though - and if not that, well… perhaps it’s time to put the ring in his pocket to good use. It’d look prettier on your finger than on its tiny cushion in the box.