#reina.receives

[sashimiyas]

i am pls begging u reina to elaborate on the angry sex with osamu your brain is magnificent only if u really want to of course <333

osamu barges in home, tense and demanding. he drops his stuff right by the door and comes over to you seated at the bed. you stare each other off, but when you don’t even greet him, when you don’t even welcome him home, when instead you roll your eyes with a huff, you’re basically asking for him to squeeze your jaw up to him.

“alright sweets, what were ya yapping about at my job while i was working?” lips pressed into a line, they hide the shallow grit of his teeth.

it was a petty thing and an angry osamu has always been a sight to behold. so you’re speechless. enamored by the intensity of his glare, a steel knife below the fury of strongly furrowed brows.

he pinches. the crook of his thumb depresses into your bottom lip and just the feel of this rough, work laden hands and the idea of what they could do, what they’re capable of, has you lightheaded. saliva trickles from the side of your lip and onto his finger. it glints and the sight of it loosens the tension. osamu smirks knowing he’s got you.

he pulls you in only a breath away, “ya pissed me off ya know.”

you whine. it’s all you can do. he eases his grip when your breath grows harsh at your nose and only chuckles when you finally have the opportunity to fully glare at him.

“ya still pissed at me?”

“yeah.”

he hums, a bored kind of sound as he noses his way into your jaw, places open mouthed kisses up to your ear where he finally bites at your lobe. a breath of entertainment blows from his chest that has you instinctively squirming from his grasp. he doesn’t let you though.

“still?” a kiss at the apple of your cheek.

“yeah,” but it’s whispered now, the threads of your anger slowly slipping into a mindless lust the closer he gets to your lips.

“yeah?” he questions once more right near the corner of your mouth. his eyes flit up, a beautiful gleam that forces you breathless

“no.”

and just when you lean in to capture him into a kiss, osamu pulls back with the most devastating smile.

“well i’ve been pissed at ya since this afternoon,” he pulls your hips to the edge of the bed, and in a practiced motion, flips you over. you don’t even have time to scramble for footing when he pulls down your bottoms to your knees, bare pussy meeting the rough fabric of his work pants, “and i love ya baby, but i’m about to fuck ya like i hate ya.”

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[sashimiyas]

bodyguard!samu also tells you youre pretty all the time, but not like 'you look pretty' he specifically tells you 'you're so pretty,' like there's an important distinction ya know?? OH sometimes if its really late and its just the two of u in your stunning en suite he's like 'you're the most..' or 'no one else compares..' I DONT KNOW REINA i just feel like cause reader is so sheltered she's not used to genuine, raw truths from a person who has nothing to gain from telling you them, only so much to lose

i want a bodyguard! osamu so bad

you do this thing that osamu’s noticed.

you do a lot of things actually that osamu’s noticed because that’s simply his job to. most of them he enjoys.

he likes that sleepy hum you make whenever he asks if you had fun. after an event where his ears still ring, the smooth run of the engine is a stark contrast to the lively rumble of a party. you tip your face away so you can press your cheek against the cool window and it’s that small little vibration in your throat that creates aftershocks on his skin.

he likes that you check in on him every so often when you get stuck on a long phone call. it makes him flutter despite his cold bodyguard façade and when you wrinkle your nose after you sneeze, he has to stop himself from pinching it.

everything about you he adores except for this one thing.

it started with, “you stupid idiot.”

he had to do a double take when he heard it, heart dropping just at the sound of someone speaking so poorly of you only for it burden him heavy when he finds out it’s you. you’re the culprit. you’re the one berating yourself over something as simple as running late to a meeting.

osamu reasoned that it was simply a one off. he’d noticed that you’re not quite fond of thursdays and maybe that particular thursday was notably bad.

but you do it again. right in front of him too!

he’s only half a step behind, right at your side, as the two of you walk the main road. it’s whimsy and picturesque with colorful patios and people. nothing like the countryside.

then you pass a confectionary shop with reflective windows and one simple glimpse of yourself has you frowning.

“ew,” you say, disgusted, “i look so gross.”

suddenly osamu hates all things sweet if it makes you feel paltry and bland. he takes one look at the gaudy designs and wishes for the place to burn because he knows their artificiality cannot compare to your natural flavor.

“ya ain’t.“ he’s mad. he can hear it in his voice. not only does it shock him, it shocks you as well. you stop in your step and eye him, perplexed.

“what?”

“ya ain’t gross.”

and it’s the fact that you have to take a moment to even process it, that you probably mindlessly say those hurtful kind of comments without a second thought. that your instinct is to see yourself in such a negative light when all he sees is—

perfect.

“ya ain’t gross.” he has to grit it out one more time before this anger of his consumes him.

“i was just saying it like a joke,” you try but it only takes two instances to have osamu fed up. he doesn’t know what’s happened in your life, if someone’s ever said something to you that’s made you feel any less or if you’ve never been able to live up to unrealistic expectations, but he’s your bodyguard now. and shit like this won’t happen on his watch.

“well ya don’t deserve shitty jokes like that.”

he sees you wilt immediately. your shoulders pinch like a book ready to close so he takes you by them. carefully pulling you to him, he inhales a breath to expel it out and soften his heart.

leveling his face with yours, “i’m here to protect ya.”

you don’t look at him, but he’s already forced his hand on you too far. there’s this pull at his fingers that wants to laden your skin with affection but they stay where they are.

“and i don’t care who i have to protect ya from. i ain’t gonna let anyone talk about ya like that. not even ya.” you still have nothing to say. it takes all him not to sigh. “ya know i think you’re beautiful?”

he watches your bottom lip protrude at his compliment. you hear it all the time, take it in grace when someone says so during social events. he wonders why you wont accept his.

“i do.” he tries one more time, “and i think my word holds weight because i’ve seen ya after a ten hour plane ride.”

you tilt your face up at him unwillingly but hope buds in osamu’s chest, enough for him to grin down at you. you can’t help but provide a small smile back.

“do you mean it?”

“what? that you’re beautiful?”

you nod.

“of course,” he admits and finally, his hands lose any modicum of self control. they come to cradle your neck, memorizing the weight in his palms. he brushes a fleck away from your cheek with his thumb as the other traces the line of your jaw. he dotes on you, memorizes the crevices on your face that’s been loved by the sun. “no one else compares.”

he matches your gaze and finds one more thing that he loves about you.

the way black devours color the same time your eyes land on his. the hunger inside him mimics it.

he kisses you.

osamu stands by it. he hates all things sweet unless it’s the taste of you on his lips.

[sashimiyas]

hey, reins, my love 😵‍💫🎀

i remember reading 'burden of being' last year. i just wanted to know if there are follow up drabbles or headcanons of the chef's kiss of a oneshot that you have written 😵‍💫🖤 if not, could you please tell us one random hc about our beloved angsty heartwrenching couple? 🥹

i understand, if you don't wanna either because of the somewhat open ending !!

< am just so in luv with your brain and writing, lol !! >

hi lovely! thanks so much for bringing up the burden of being!

there’s a few hcs i’ve put out onto the blog from answering others’ asks and i do have a few one shots of them. i just… idk.. feel bad for posting them bc i haven’t written really much else. and this fic is over a year at this point you know? but i’ll share if you’re interested!

as for hcs, here’s a couple! (they may be repeats from what i’ve already mentioned)

Akaashi ends up being the sole owner of o.mo.ide

It takes Osamu years to pick up a knife and actually cook in a kitchen out of fear that he could never live up to expectations

Reader gets their IT job

Osamu proposes less than a month of dating again. Reader declines

Osamu is the only male that Mumu tolerates

Atsumu and Osamu do not talk for a very long time. Atsumu calls Osamu every year at midnight on their birthday. Osamu never answers, but the guilt has him texting back before the day is over.

Reader and Akaashi jokingly write a children’s books based on some of Osamu’s old memories with Asako’s illustrations as a birthday gift for him. He loves it so much that he asks you to read it to him before bed sometimes

Often times, reader catches Osamu staring at her. He does so to memorize her face and to catch up on all the time he’s missed.

[sashimiyas]

OP that's great and all but what about atsumu being the kind of guy to hold ur hips when he needs to move u out of his way???? (i'm new here sry <3)

hi welcome! happy to have you.

if osamu makes you an extension of his body, then atsumu wants to be one with yours. he’s clingy and constantly slumps over you as if you could absorb his being

[sashimiyas]

If I may

Osamu with a lower piercing 😈

im imagining! i’m eating!!

i think he gets it by losing a dare but ends up liking it bc he likes the way his sexual partners’ jaws drop when they first undress him

[sashimiyas]

u should expand on the iwaizumi uci drabble 😁

and what if i told you that you actually end up with wakatoshi and not iwaizumi

[sashimiyas]

At this rate you're going to give me samu-baby fever and I don't know what to do with it

osamu with a newborn particularly drives me nuts because his mini is obsessed with him. by the end of its toddler years, osamu has mastered the craft of one handed cooking. literally attached to his hip, but its favorite place is napping on osamu's squishy and spacious chest.

the moment osamu arrives from the restaurant, his first move is to kiss you on the forehead at the same time he slips his hands underneath his kid's armpits.

tired and husky, he whispers, "my turn with the little man."

you have to remind him that it's almost the kid's bedtime but osamu only nods thoughtlessly, as though your words enter one ear and out the other, and he smacks your ass and urges you to take a bath and pamper yourself. when you get out, you sigh, hearing the noise of the tv all the way from the living room. it is way past curfew now and you've just got it on a schedule.

with a bathrobe on, you're ready to lecture him but find the two sprawled out on the couch. osamu's exhausted, mouth open in a rumble of a snore, and the babe is on his chest, one little leg hooked around its dad's large wrist and the other digging into his ribs.

[sashimiyas]

NIBBLY ONES

yes! feel like sakusa like those kinds the best even if he won’t willingly admit it.

he likes to pout, a cutesy pinched expression, and of course it’d be negligent of you to not give it any attention. you pull the plump of his bottom lip between your front teeth and let it go just as quickly.

he has to ask you why you did that, all quiet and a little pettish but that’s only because you’ve got his heart skittering and he secretly wants you to do it again.

so you peck the corner of his mouth, line his cupid’s bow with the point of your tongue, and finally kiss him full on, pulling in the bottom of his lip with your teeth and sucking it swollen.

sakusa’s hands finally have the courage to leave the confines of his jacket pockets, tentative but eager to wrap around your waist to pull you in. before he can, you separate with a loud smack. and he’s this prettiest sight, pink and puffy, bent forward and blinking bc he can’t process how amazing it felt, how he achingly needs more, and why you’d even stop to begin with.

[sashimiyas]

hi reina! do you happen to know this samu fic where he's a teacher's assistant in grad school (i think) and the reader's his student? their field is related to food science or food chemistry. it was a really cute fic but i cannot find it anymore :((( (i had it on my other tumblr acc)

babes you are absolutely in luck bc how could i ever forget one of my favorite osamu fics ever? click here if you’d love to read an absolute wonder by ahtsumu

[sashimiyas]

Osamu booping your nose with his 😔

osamu who boops his nose against yours when he wakes up and right before he leaves. who knows that a kiss might just be enough to rouse you so he gives you the gentlest touch, the faintest expression of his love.

osamu whose hands are full but is so excited to see you when you drop by his restaurant for a visit. who is in the middle of pressing an onigiri together but can’t help the pull of his affection draw himself towards you and he dips at the waist to nose his way into your neck, up your jaw line, murmuring a greeting, a ain't this a surprise near your ear until he finally boops your nose with his.

osamu who can't keep his hands off you when he's had a couple of drinks. whose palms glide up your thighs and into your curves, leaving a sweltering trail in his wake. who tugs at the loop of your jeans to pull you into his lap while your mind races to keep up with his touch. whose hands are everywhere, nose rubbing against your cheek as he tilts his chin forward for a breath of your air. who is obsessed with the build up, the phantom taste of you on his lips, who knows well the outcome of this desire but wants to dangle from the precipice for just a little while longer because part of what makes a meal so great is the hunger.

so he pulls away the slightest bit with a grin when you reach for his lips and it splits wider at your needy little whine. and his hands dont stop, along your abdomen and squeezing at your waist, palms stretched so wide his index fingers are pressed against your ribs. and before you can whine one more time, he presses your foreheads together, boops his nose against yours, pushing against you so roughly you gasp, finally breathing himself to you for a kiss.

[sashimiyas]

not a burden. as someone who also went out this weekend and is texting you a little drunk from their bed, let us know tbh i want to hear abt osamu hes hot

oh i hope you had the funnest night and faced no consequences when you woke up in the morning!

tbh, i'm no longer intoxicated so no horny thoughts rn, but i'll talk about bodyguard! osamu since i haven't spoken about him on the dash in a while

he has the contract he signed with your father's and his signatures tucked into his mess of a nightstand. it's crumpled and worn, the paper thinning from his handling because osamu looks at it every night.

it lists his job description bulleted and defined by your father. secure the perimeter and manage crowds, escort and the chauffeur charge to and from venues, etc etc. but on the backside, and written within the margins, are duties that osamu's found he's taken on that were never specified. act as your human alarm clock, pick up your dry cleaning, buy your medicine at midnight when you get sick.

tonight, he adds on something new.

it all started as a list of grievances, but as you shrieked earlier with his back turned away from you, osamu's heart sank. fear didn't consume because he thinks you're fragile, fear consumed him because it's you.

he was at your side in an instant, worry crippling his mouth, as he stuttered to figure out what was going on. you had both eyes closed as if you were ready to cry and one hand fanned your face. were you hot? were you feeling lightheaded? osamu's hands were already moving to your waist with every intention to carry you once he was finally able to ask, "what's wrong?"

you grumbled as if in pain, and already, he began thinking of ways to take it all away. duty told him to hold you against his chest and protect your body with is. selfishness wanted to kiss your cheeks until he saw you smile.

"there's something stuck in my eye." you blinked. once and then twice. a fat tear rolled down one side of your face.

a small huff of disbelief escaped him and he was glad you couldn't see his amused smile.

gingerly, he held onto your wrist with as much gentleness as he could muster and leaned close enough that he could smell the breath on your tongue. "let me take a look."

you allowed him so easily, a trust that osamu's not quite sure how he's earned. more tears broke. as always, he was quick to catch them, hold onto whatever you cannot hold.

you blinked open your eyes, looking up, "it hurts."

"i don't see anything." he moved in closer, though he doubted that'd help you much. that one was for him. "ya want me to blow?"

"please?"

and it felt so wrong to fall apart at a single word, but for you, every single time, he does so easily. there was intimacy that he refused to note, how the small droplets clung to your pretty lashes, how the round of your cheeks reflected sunlight, how his lips formed a circle, one step closer to a kiss.

he blew softly while you blinked the pain away. it took only a couple of seconds to see you smile, and as you turned your cheek, he had to pull back to avoid your lips.

"better?" he asked only to break the silence. better indeed, his heart had sang when you expressed your gratitude.

a list of grievances became a list of reasons to stay.

there's only one he doesn't have the confidence to write out yet. he can list it in so many others ways. listen to you sing off key in the car. make you snacks when your schedules get too tight. blow the dust from your eyes. they all mean the same thing.

love you.

love you, love you, love you.

[sashimiyas]

bodyguard!osamu who gives you more confidence than anyone else <33 at those fancy events where he looks more like your date than your bodyguard and you’ve got to give a speech of thanks or recognition or something, your hands are shaking on the car ride there and and samu takes one hand off the wheel and covers your hand, thumb caressing your knuckles without looking away from the road “sweetheart, yer gonna be perfect. i’ll be right there front and centre darlin’” and you feel the nerves slip away <3333 he also cooks for u, and the chef for the estate is like 🤬🤬 but u can’t imagine any food other than samu’s tasting better <333 sometimes you make him feed you breakfast when u have to wake up early 🤭🤭 also him sitting next to you in lectures and everyone’s staring at him cause he’s so big and exudes sexy energy 😔😔😔 got carried away i apologise

oh my gosh please your brain is so big and i didn't want to reply to this bc the night before you sent this i wrote out 2k to the beginning of a bodyguard samu fic but didn't know if it was a phase and didn't want to jinx it but sadly it seems it was a phase bc its been untouched since so please take this. would like to preemptively apologize bc this kinda got angsty

The buildings you pass are familiar, your home that you've learned to love, and the smell of Osamu and his presence is reassuring, but still, you cannot help but fidget in your seat. You've never done this before, accepted an award after your family graciously donated to the city's local philharmonic, but according to your father, it is high time for you to learn your duties.

You've rehearsed your speech over and over again to Osamu in between mandated (by him) snack breaks. There's a small indent of his butt on the corner of your bed where he patiently listened, grabbing your wrist when you got too anxious, and jumping up for a high five when you finished it fumble-free for the first time.

Yet this is different. This is real. It's one thing to perform in front of Osamu. He makes you nervous, but in a different way that you've not had time to place any thought on because at the end of the day, you know he is safe. He'll protect you. No, it's not in front of Osamu, but a whole crowd of elites-- important people with money and presence and social status and--

"What're ya doing?" Osamu asks. You blink, hardly recognizing your bodyguard pluck your fingers from your lips where you've played with your acrylics between canines. Glancing up, you notice that you're parked on the street in front of a bank. The cloudy day is ominous and the blinking timer of the meter only heightens the anxiousness in you.

"What if--" but you can't quite complete the sentence, and simply shake your head. "I'm fine. Don't worry, Osamu. Come on." You tap the gear stick, "we're going to be late."

Fearful of the power of words, you keep the thoughts in your head. So you worry your lip instead. You take comfort of rolling it between your front teeth, the plush skin giving softly, a dumbbell to a pillow.

"Hey now," Osamu says, "Sweetheart, stop that."

He takes your face, his index and middle finger come first, tracing your jaw backwards until he hooks them behind your neck. The rest of his hand follows and now your neck is caught plush between his two, large palms. It always takes you aback whenever you feel the softness in his hold. He's messy and unorganized and he has a laugh that comes out in stormy bellows that come straight from his gut. The butlers call him unrefined and he still does not know the difference between a viola and a violin, but there's always been a delicacy with how he handles you.

His thumb travels the expanse of your cheek. With the way he holds you, you cannot help but look at him. There's a divot in his brow and it makes your heart crumple at the worry. He's your bodyguard, but there's something about Osamu troubling over you, doing his job, that makes you feel shame. He makes you happy and you don't want him to be anything but.

"Quit hurting my precious cargo," he whispers, eyes on your lips. The blunt edge of his nail traces the outline of your mouth before pressing into the plumpest part to pull it from your teeth. Your bottom lip bounces back into a pout. It's not intentional. No, maybe it is. He laughs at the cute gesture, almost sounding enamored. Even now, his gaze never leaves your mouth and your eyes can't leave his. He breathes in, a sharp inhale that pulls you closer.

"Osamu," you start but the sound of his name breaks him out of his trance. His gaze meets yours and he looks guilty, like a child caught doing something bad and before you can speak, he quickly talks over you.

"Ya gonna be perfect up there, alright?" And he breathes again, haggard this time. Clumsy movements follow, as if suddenly he has no idea what to do with his hands. They slide down your neck to grip your shoulders and he gives them a squeeze. With a small smile, he settles on that, focusing on where his hands are placed. "I'll be right there front and center."

"You promise?"

Osamu takes the chance to move back. You lean forward but it's not enough to fill the space he's put between you.

"I promise," he says with his eyes on the road. He starts the car, checks his blind spot, and the both of you are back on schedule, bank in the background.

He promises, but already, it feels like he's breaking it.

[sashimiyas]

reina i beg 🙇‍♀️ can i ask if the reader and osamu gets back together/him remembers their past in the burden of being fic (i think that’s the name 🥲) cause like… my brain is remembering how reader mentioned that being with him in this state would only be a heartbreak for them since reader will remember all the past but osamu doesn’t… and and!!! that would be too sadge even if they do get together 🥲

god minnie, i’m so happy you brought up the burden of being. i’ve been sad bc i’ve missed being caught up in a story the way that the burden of being had me.

but you can rest easy. they do get back together :) i actually don’t imagine osamu gaining back all his memories to be honest. there are some things that come back to him, i think the bavo-kun memory is one of them because it’s one of the most recent ones but for the most part, he does navigate reconnecting with reader and all the members of hyogo ward instinctually.

it’s kind of like when you show up to a family reunion and you have all these aunties and uncles saying they knew you when you were this tall. that kind of thing. like he knows these people have been involved in his life some way or another and that he’s meant to be kind and receptive to their generosity. but truly, he cannot place them in his mind prior to remeeting them again.

osamu initially loves her like it is second nature. he cannot explicitly say why he does. he just knows, deep down, in his heart and soul and body, that he does. he loves her. it does make for difficult courtship in the beginning but they are able to restart their relationship as two absolutely different people. because reader from the beginning of the burden of being is absolutely different than the one from the end. the same, obviously goes for osamu.

osamu also never goes back to cooking for a living! he does enjoy it as a side hobby, but he ends up staying on his pro volleyball path. he does leave msby after his falling out with atsumu and i think he finds himself on a division 2 league. he’s still good but a lot of time had passed since he’d taken a break and part of the reason he got a position of a division 1 team is because of atsumu.

akaashi ends up owning o.mo.ide all on his own. reader eventually hands over the restaurant solely to him and she does find her cushy it job so she can continue to spoil osamu just like she wished.

[sashimiyas]

osamu almost always takes an hour or two out of service at onigiri miya to make you something hearty and home cooked waiting for you when you get home, and he leaves a little note for you too— telling you he’ll be back with desserts after closing

i’d love if he did it in front of customers too, right on the line while people watch him as they eat on the bar. and someone always asks, “what’s that called? it looks good.”

and osamu hums, knife skills never pausing as he looks up, “huh?”

“on the menu,” the customers points, “what’s that on the menu? maybe i’ll order it for next time.”

he smiles knowingly with a shake of his head. “not on the menu. not yet, at least.”

“need a taste tester? i’m offering my services.”

his face dips even further. the brim of his hat shadows his expression but that smile of his is perfectly clear.

“thanks but i’ve already got one.”

[sashimiyas]

cause it’s christmas season im thinking about fluffy osamu wrapping u up in his jacket on a cold date after dinner and his hands are in the pockets of the coat and your chests are together and he’s nuzzling your nose CAUSE HES SO PRECIOUS and christmas parties at tsumu’s and he keeps shoving you two under the mistletoe as if you haven’t been married for a year already

little nose kisses and the tip of his nose is this pretty pink guuuuusshinnggg! the way he’d pull you in and try and swallow you whole so you can take all his warmth

he’s so annoying! osamu steals the mistletoe, earning him an angry tirade of texts from his brother. but osamu’s too busy to care when the move finally works after he tries it at your guys’ front door