#CEO Atsumu

[lindtluirae]

SakuAtsu | dressing you ft CEO Atsumu and Assistant Omi | Rated T

Atsumu’s day starts with coffee, and one of his brother’s onigiri if he’s lucky enough to have a few minutes to spare.

Except, today of all days, he accidentally sleeps in, and wakes up less than thirty minutes before his morning meeting with his staff.

And what kind of CEO would he be if tardiness is the example he’s setting?

Not that coffee is negotiable. Never.

Atsumu without coffee is not something he’d like to inflict on society before 9 a.m., he values his reputation, thank you very much.

Luckily, there’s a Starbucks two streets across his company where the staff are friendly enough that he’s certain they’ll make an exception when he cuts through the queue in a hurry.

But perhaps the gods have marked this day as a ‘fuck you Miya Atsumu’ holiday for their enjoyment. Because as Atsumu strides directly to the cashier, he’s smoothly derailed by a tall, dark haired man who glares at him over his mask.

He’s dressed in a crisp dark suit, his curls immaculately styled. The man clears his throat as he points a condescending finger over his shoulder. “Perhaps you can’t see, but the queue starts there.”

Atsumu ignores him. Even though it’s undignified. “Hi, Sho-kun. I’m late for my meeting, can I get my usual? Put it on the company tab.”

Then, as he stares the other man down, he pulls out a fifty dollar bill and slips it to the orange haired barista. “For your troubles,” he says sweetly. “Put his coffee on the tab too.”

He leaves the handsome, dark haired stranger to stare in stunned silence at his retreating back.

Atsumu receives his coffee in less than five minutes, and is on his way without further incident.

He has about three minutes to spare as he dashes to his office.

“Morning Yachi-san!” he throws over his shoulder, slipping into his office to grab his presentation notes.

Yachi is waiting for him at his office door to hand him a folder. “Your new assistant starts today, make sure you meet up with him after this meeting.”

Atsumu barely has time to glance at the resume now that he’s run out of time.

He makes it at 9 a.m. on the dot, and ignores his twin’s quiet snort at his undoubtedly harried expression.

Atsumu clears his throat, tweaking his tie and gathering all the dignity he has left to greet everyone. “Mornin’ boys and girls, I’ll keep today’s meeting short, I know ya’ll have deadlines.”

“What’s this, ninth grade?” he hears Suna mutter under his breath.

“Since some of you are ever so eager,” Atsumu snarks, eyes sliding to Suna. “Why don’t we start with ya, Sunarin?”

The dirty look Suna sends him improves his day by at least 20%.

*

Atsumu has nearly forgotten about meeting his new assistant, which is why he stops in his tracks upon entering his office to find it already occupied.

There’s a man shuffling the papers on Atsumu’s desk.

“Whoa, ya wanna steal from me over a coffee?”

The stranger from earlier stiffens, and straightens with a look of mild horror in his dark eyes. “I—what—no—?”

“Lemme guess,” Atsumu laughs, realisation dawning on him. He opens the folder in his hand to glimpse the photo of his assistant—the same man that now stands before him—with an impressive list of past accomplishments. “Ah. Yer indeed my new assistant, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

Sakusa is silent for a moment. Atsumu watches him go through the five stages of grief in a record time of thirty seconds. “… you only just looked at my CV?”

“Hey, try bein’ as busy as me,” Atsumu huffs, shutting the file and casting it aside.

He unbuttons his suit jacket to hang it on his clothes tree stand.

When he faces Sakusa again, the other man seems to have arrived at some stage beyond acceptance that Atsumu has no name for. Resignation? “Am I fired?” Sakusa finally asks, looking him in the eye.

Atsumu’s eyebrows shoot up. “Uh? Ya just got here.”

“But before…”

“Ah,” Atsumu laughs again. “Don’t be silly. I ain’t that petty.”

He thinks he hears Sakusa let out a relieved exhale. “Okay… well. I was just organising your desk.”

“I dunno Omi-Omi-san, looked like ya were intent on setting my things on fire earlier,” Atsumu jests, watching with gleeful satisfaction the way Sakusa bristles at the nickname.

“What did you just call me?”

“Omi-Omi-san? Sakusa is a mouthful, and as ya can see I’m a busy man. Gotta keep it short. Now, grab those notes and follow me. We got much to cover my prickly assistant.”

He doesn’t wait for Sakusa to express any further indignation, breezing out of his office with an air of satisfaction. Take that, vengeful gods. It’s a ‘fuck you, sincerely, Miya Atsumu’ day.

*

If Kiyoomi is trying to get fired, Atsumu won’t give him the satisfaction.

Even as he chokes on a mouthful of battery-acid coffee. “ACK—the hell is this?!”

Kiyoomi is the picture of innocence. “Coffee, of course.”

“This ain’t coffee, this is expired diesel,” Atsumu hacks into a crumbled tissue. “Are ya trying ta kill me?”

Kiyoomi widens his eyes. “Miya-san, I could never.”

“It’s Atsumu. At-su-mu, how slow are ya? It’s been two months.” He narrows his eyes at Kiyoomi.

“I have gotten quiet forgetful,” Kiyoomu muses, as if tempting Atsumu to terminate his contract. “It’s gotten very busy around here.”

“Perhaps I should write it on a sticky note and glue it to yer forehead,” Atsumu says blithely, reaching for his sticky notes in warning.

Kiyoomi raises his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, Atsumu-san, got it.”

“Thought so,” Atsumu huffed, reaching into his drawer to pull out his car keys. “Catch.”

Kiyoomi does, quite easily, but his eyes widens when he sees the Bentley logo. “Uh?”

“Yer driving today,” Atsumu says. “I have to tweak the presentation on the way. Then we’re getting ya a respectable suit for tonight’s gala.”

Kiyoomi looks down at his attire, brows furrowing attractively. “What’s wrong with this one…?”

Atsumu gives him a weird look. “I’m not taking ya to a gala wearing a 200$ rip off Armani suit, Omi-Omi.”

The look of surprise on Kiyoomi’s face is hilarious. “You could tell it’s an Armani?”

“A copy design,” Atsumu emphasise. “And of course I could, who do ya take me for?”

Honestly, what kind of boss does Kiyoomi think Atsumu is? He interrogates him on his way to their meeting. “What salary were you offered?”

“Excuse me?” Kiyoomi glances at the rearview mirror in surprise. “… don’t you decide these things?”

“I leave the details to Yachi,” Atsumu says dismissively. “We have a set range though.”

Kiyoomi is silent for a moment. “I was offered a 75,000$ per year contract.”

“Mhm.” Atsumu makes a noncommittal noise. “Explains the suit.”

He ignores Kiyoomi’s narrowed glare, finalising his notes.

Later, as Atsumu directs Kiyoomi to their next destination, he emails Yachi to get a new dress on the company tab when she responds with what she’s planning to wear, and Atsumu discovers it’s a dress she donned last year.

They’re a respectable company, goddamn it. There’ll be media coverage, and Atsumu won’t be caught dead with his assistances in unfashionable or outdated outfits.

Not when almost half of his income comes from the occasional modelling shoots he does for famous brands.

Kiyoomi trails him silently into one of the Tom Ford branches Atsumu frequents for his events, beginning to look slightly nervous the deeper into the shop Atsumu leads him. “You look like an all-black aesthetic type of guy,” Atsumu muses, glancing at some of the displayed suits.

“Ah, Miya-san!” One of the store’s attendants perks up, and Atsumu smiles beatifically at the familiar face, discreetly glancing at her name tag. “Kiyoko-san, lovely to see you again.”

She’s wearing a polite smile. “How can I help you?”

“I would like to get my assistant outfitted. Classic dark overalls, preferably a Shelton tuxedo.” Atsumu takes a thorough look at Kiyoomi, allowing himself for the first time to note his slender frame, the elegant stretch of his neck and the delicate paleness of his skin. “I’m thinkin’ with a rollneck sweater and leather loafers. I’ll be pickin’ the accessories.”

“Excellent choice, Miya-san,” Kiyoko says as she too, surveys Kiyoomi.

A blush creeps over the edge of his mask at their dual perusal.

“And what would you like for yourself?” Kiyoko turns back to him.

“I’m thinking of slim-fit navy velvet,” Atsumu decides, trying not to smile as Kiyoomi shuffles discreetly, looking more and more reluctant by the minute. “Preferably a Shelton. A double-cuff shirt, and a silk pocket square. I’ll leave the rest to your expertise.”

Kiyoko calls another employee to take over outfitting Kiyoomi.

“Your dressing room will see you now,” Kiyoko tells Atsumu, leading him in over chrome and thick-ply carpeting to the second floor.

It takes them about an hour, with Atsumu making adjustments to his apparel and checking on Kiyoomi.

Every time he sees him, Atsumu’s mouth dries a little. He’s tempted to forget about the gala just to play dress up and doll Kiyoomi up with every style of tux he can think off.

The all-black suits him immaculately. He looks even taller than his 190 centimetres, intimidating in a serious business-manner. And most importantly, it’s striking enough against his skin that he catches the eye without trying,

Subtle and classy but screaming expensive, just like Atsumu likes it.

Kiyoomi looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself as Atsumu makes him turn around and check the fit.

“Gorgeous,” Atsumu remarks, smoothing out the lapels of Kiyoomi’s jacket and relishing in the bright blush that burns over his now naked face.

It’s a crime, Atsumu muses, to hide such beauty from the world.

Kiyoomi clears his throat, lowering his voice. “Isn’t this a bit much?”

“Nonsense,” Atsumu says, then turns to Kiyoko. “We’ll take it.”

Kiyoomi’s breath catches as Kiyoko leaves. “Um. Miya—Atsumu-san. How much—how much is that suit?”

Kiyoko’s assistant pipes up from behind them. “That’ll be 9000 dollars with the loafers.”

To his unadulterated amazement, Kiyoomi looks three shades paler as he hisses. “I—what—that’s—that’s more than an entire month’s salary!”

“Hey, hey,” Atsumu laughs. “It’s on me my prickly urchin, relax.”

Kiyoomi is shaking his head. “It’s too much, I can’t possibly accept—“

“Are you saying no to your boss, Omi-Omi?” Atsumu raises a challenging eyebrow, and Kiyoomi falls silent.

Finally, he says, quietly, “why?”

“I told ya, I won’t be caught dead with a fake suit, Omi-Omi.”

“Still…” Kiyoomi protests, looking down at his suit again. “It’s just…”

“Eh, I can afford it,” Atsumu shrugs. “Sides…” he lets his eyes trail down Kiyoomi’s body. “It’s fun to dress ya. I should do it more often.”

Kiyoomi’s face goes red, and Atsumu laughs again.

He has an inkling that he just acquired a new favourite hobby.

[fish-with-more-eyes]

cloud practice !

[tocinoandkamatis]

can you really blame me?

your sat in your office chair, hunched over the same paperwork again and again until someone had offered you a box of chocolates.

it was your boss- your oh so incredibly hot boss. you dont know why but youve always had a thing for him.

so you thank him- taking the chocolate in your hands and popping it in your mouth.

only for a few minutes later, your left feeling uneasy, hot and bothered.. uncomfortably shifting in your seat and biting your lip. sighing, you pick up your mirror and- well your flushed. pink cheeks and lips with neediness written all over your face. your mind wanders- why? what did i do? i was only ever focused on the paperwork- and then it snapped the chocolate.

you stare at the trashcan and dig out the cover plastic of the small treat, you read it and- 'aphrodisiac'...there imprinted with heart dots for the i right on the back of the wrapper.

and to make sure.. you ask your boss.

and thats when it happens. your lying on his desk with your top buttons undone and your trousers slung over your heels. his big fat cock bullying into your cervix in an excruciating pace. you dont really know whats gotten to this- really, you dont. you just knocked on his office to ask about something and the next second you sat on his desk, his greedy hands trying to tug off your clothes as fast as he can.

your crying and moaning clenching down on him, milking him completely dry. his hand cover your face as an attempt to shush you up- not that he doesnt want you to scream his name. its just that his grandfather is outside right now, talking business with other important men.

but my god he cant stop. hes completely drunk in pleasure- maybe due to the aphrodisiac? but you may find he never ate that chocolate and this event is only because of his need for you.

so your clawing at his back, arching yours as he thrust into you as deep as he could. youve came- what, two times? your sure this would be your fourth. your shaking and moaning but he doesnt stop.

"you like that sweetheart? hm? you like the way im fucking ya hard?"

he grunts as he burries his nose into your neck. you cant do anything but let out a string of whines and whimpers. nodding frantically as his movements get sloppy and uncoordinated, a shrill sign of his impending release. a few things had fallen off the desk but at this point, none of you cared.

"fuck- so tight and warm, just 'f me"

he groans, his small noises laced with a small whine and high pitched whimper as he comes. his hot sead spilling inside of you while your eyes roll to the back of your head.

and finally, he manages to catch his breath and pull out.

"such a pretty little pussy..."

he sighs and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

but your left wondering 'what the fuck just happened and what the fuck is happening?' because hes now in a meeting- pointing out the proposal of his company and back to his serious and cold character.

seriously? did he not just wreck me? you wonder how strong this guy is because- well your still sensitive and shaking slightly and he just looked like he just had cake and coffee at his favourite restaurant.

my thoughts are occupied on the past events though... but then again can you really blame me?

kuroo, geto, osamu, aizawa, kyoya ootori, kenma, nanami

[kart0]

from my ceo au

[wttcsms]

yes he’stotally the type to put random things in your bag like!!! and also I feel like he would just walk around the mall with you and randomly goes “babe give me my fenty beauty lux lip balm💅🏻” AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT

STOP THE FENTY BEAUTY LUX LIP BALM 😭 u know he bought that shit after he saw a$ap rocky promote it

[tvhsleb3ww]

FOURTH TIME'S A CHARM! - MIYA ATSUMU

summary miya atsumu had lost hope on finding the one for him after multiple failed relationships before you came along

swearing, suggestive (mentions of getting laid), flirting, light punching(does that count as violent?), pure fluff honestly, some twins bickering

his first girlfriend was when he was 13. he had just gotten popular for being the best setter in the district. surely, many girls had gone up to him and tried to befriend him. he wouldn't deny the attention because we all know miya atsumu loves attention. especially from cute girls his age.

the relationship wasn't long, probably around 3 weeks or so. it was the first time tsumu had broken his piggy bank with his dad's hammer to take out some cash and use them to buy his girlfriend some chocolate.

it ended when tsumu hit puberty and had a terrible break out. the girl was probably freaked and it was the first time tsumu cried over a girl. they never even had the chance to kiss like he had imagined!

the second girlfriend was when he was in his third year of highschool. it was a much more serious relationship and he developed strong feelings for the girl. it was the first time tsumu went on multiple dates and had a girl over.

despite that, he got dumped once again after high school ended and his said girlfriend is going overseas for her studies.

things started to heat up a bit as he reached his early twenties. due to his rising fame from the volleyball industry and his incredibly good looks, women especially models, are interested in him.

likewise, he's not one to deny attention and affection from hot ladies. oh, he loves it.

starting from there, he had a couple flings and hook ups. he even got popular with the supermodel ladies for being amazing in bed. although, he was never one to try and find a relationship.

that changed after he met a girl at a club. he was one hundred percent sure that she was the one. the way she was hitting on him, wrapping her arms around his neck. his breath hitches everytime they interacted and thus it was his first real relationship in a long while.

it lasted for six months or so after he got dumped for a CEO bastard. he then started to think maybe he was never meant to find his other half. maybe he was gonna die alone.

that thought had him awake at night and as much as he is scared of that predicament, he can't really do anything to change it. he just accepted his fate right then and there.

and it all changed when he locked eyes with you.

it was official. osamu had opened his restaurant for approximately two years now! to celebrate this achievement, he had decided to close the store for a day to throw a small party to celebrate.

of course, all his family and friends were invited. atsumu's volleyball team, his friends from high school, his relatives, everyone!

"samu! congrats man!"

tsumu exclaims with a bright smile as he pulls his twin brother into a hug. osamu quickly hugs him back before giving him a punch on the shoulder, making atsumu yelp.

"ey! the hell was that for, ya twerp!?"

he pouted at his brother as osamu just chuckled. osamu crossed his arms over his broad chest, a gentle smile on his face as he watches his twin brother being dramatic as usual.

"that's for bein' late, ya asshat. yer team already started eatin' ages ago"

osamu rolled his eyes as atsumu just chuckles.

"i had somethin' to take care of"

"oh shut yer mouth, i know you've been sleepin' and forgot"

"ey!"

their interaction went on with some laughter and some light punches. the usual miya twin interaction. after some minutes, atsumu had left to join his team at the table.

"hey, you're late! good thing, the food isn't finished yet"

bokuto chirped as he started to prepare a plate for atsumu. he grinned at this, mumbling a small 'thank you' but before he could sit down he's been told to go get some drinks from the counter.

"wha? but a was just about to sit!"

"just take it, that's your punishment for being late"

he pouts and huffs but he goes anyway.

he walks towards the counter and as his fingers wrap around the bottle of sake, a hand was grabbing it too. his eyes widen slightly as he turns his head to take a look at the dude who's taking his drink.

at that moment, he felt like he had died and ascended to heaven because holy fuck was that an angel right beside him? he had never seen anyone this pretty before. and god, her eyes! he could stare into them for as long as he can.

maybe, he was staring for too long with his mouth agape because it caused you to clear your throat to get him back into reality.

"sorry, were you taking this?"

you quickly asked him and for a second there, you could've sworn you saw heart shaped pupils. he immediately took his hand away from the bottle.

"well, i was gonna but it's all yours if you want it, pretty"

he says with a flirty tone added with a flirty wink as he leaned against the counter. your lips curled into a smile at his flirt, cheeks also growing a tad red. you fixed your hair and he swears it's love at first sight.

"thank you"

you mumbled, giving him a smile before you walked away to your table. he sighed dreamily as he watches you from afar. how can someone look so pretty? your hair, your eyes, your body. the way you were staring at him judgingly made his heartbeat skyrocket. he found it so hot and cute.

he never rushed to osamu so fast in his life before. osamu, who had just gone out from the kitchen was quickly pulled into the nearest VIP rooms by his brother.

"hey! what the hell is your deal!?"

osamu groans at his brother. atsumu grabbed his shoulders.

"listen, am askin' ya as yer big brother-"

he rolled his eyes at that, big brother my ass. just by 5 minutes.

"do ya have a friend that's absolutely fuckin' hot and gorgeous ya'd feel like ya died an' saw an angel?"

osamu narrowed his eyes. what an overexaggerated question. he thought about it for a minute.

"are ya talkin' bout (y/n)? i mean, she's the only female friend i have"

(y/n). what a cute name. he sighed dreamily again when he remembered their interaction. osamu raised a brow at this.

"(y/n)? ya mean the girl of ma dreams?"

"ugh, ya lovesick idiot. yer supposed to be celebratin' my achievement not get laid"

atsumu shot him a glare and lets go of his grip on osamu's shoulders.

soon enough, they both leave the room to join the party again. osamu went to see some of his college friends and atsumu had gone to join his team.

on his way, his gaze falls on you. you looked so beautiful under the orange lights of osamu's restaurant and were you talking to his grandmother?

not only beautiful but friendly and good with old people. his heart beats faster when you laughed at whatever his grandma said because you look amazing, fuck.

and at that second, he locked eyes with you. you kept the eye contact with a gentle smile on your lips.

with just a small wink from you, he knows. he knows that he's fallen too deep for you.

[beangfrisky]

singledad!kiyoomi found out recently that he would be the sole provider of his two small kids. taking on the role of ceo for the family business has caused enough stress in his life. but he decided no matter what he was going through his kids needed a good dad. so he was doing his best to be one.

singledad!kiyoomi scrambled into the coffee shop hands full of a car seat in one hand and a diaperbag over his shoulder. he held his daughter’s hand as they walked up to the counter to order together.

singledad!kiyoomi overheard you asking for any job openings while he got out his card to pay. something as simple as reaching in his back pocket was a struggle these days. he wasn’t sure how he was going to survive the entire working day while also caring for his kids.

singledad!kiyoomi looked up at you and caught himself staring for too long. you were beautiful. and young, maybe in your early twenties. his brain quickly decided he could solve both of your problems in one go.

singledad!kiyoomi offered you a thousand dollars to join him and his little ones at his office for the day. you certainly seemed suspicious but quickly got distracted by the cute baby he was holding. you followed him back to his work and played with his children all day in an empty office room.

he really hoped this would be the nanny that worked out. not only for his kids, but also his own selfish reasons.

atsumu kuroo iwaizumi osamu

oikawa

[corvusphilia]

★ MOST LIKELY TO HAVE A CRUSH ON AN ALTERNATIVE PERSON

ok so my favorite haikyuu blog (which has been inactive for 3 years rip) had this "most (to least) likely" series going on and I loved it sooo here's me throwing my hat in the ring as well (and yes this is mainly because I'm goth LMAO)

ೃ⁀➷ KAGEYAMA: He has NO IDEA what alternative culture is and doesn't listen to the music, but for some reason the fashion really catches his eye. A total sucker for gigantic/extra eyeliner.

ೃ⁀➷ NISHINOYA: Look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn't drool at the mere mention of fishnets. The edgy music? Black clothes? Silver accessories? The whole ragged aesthetic? Sign him the fuck up.

ೃ⁀➷ KUROO: CEO of wanting a goth s/o. He finds it so hot it's not even funny. I'm already a zero-rizz-kuroo-truther but I feel like it's even worse if you dress like that. Deadass got this man on his knees going "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

ೃ⁀➷ KYOUTANI: MY BOYFRIENDDD shit got him blushing fr. I mean just look at him. You're gonna tell me he wouldn't LOVE someone that can match his freak? Ugh just... sharing rings and spiked bracelets with him... guys I'm about to pass out

ೃ⁀➷ TENDOU: Let's get this outta the way: he likes interesting people. If you can catch his eye from the way you dress alone then yeah, he's interested. Also, absolute outfit thief. But it's okay because he lets you do his makeup to match the clothes he stole from you.

ೃ⁀➷ SEMI: This guy is in a BAND be for real. All he wants in life is an alt baddie to impress with his guitar skills. Also dare I say he'd look real cute with black lipstick marks all over.

ೃ⁀➷ SUNA: Again. Do I have to say anything. Look at this motherfucker. Yk what I'm going to be quiet because everything I have to say would regress feminism several decades you guys can figure it out yourselves

ೃ⁀➷ ATSUMU & OSAMU: They canonically have/had/whatever a crush on Saeko (which honestly who doesn't). Like there's just something about people who look like they could beat their ass that they really like for some reason. the miyans are bottoms in this essay I will

honorary mentions i don't have an explanation for i just know it in my bones: kei tsukishima, taketora yamamoto, kozume kenma, morisuke yaku (might as well just say the entire nekoma team at this point fr), hajime iwaizumi, akinori konoha, kourai hoshiumi

[hai7ani]

to win is to lose / rivals to lovers (who were already in love since the beginning)

thinking 'bout how attending an ex boyfriend's wedding while also having to endure the stares thrown your way from the guy you've been sworn enemies and rivals with for god knows how long halfway across the room must really suck. like, both sides really rubbing it in your face, you think 一 that you've lost this time. you're not as capable of love as you think you are, as you'd once boasted to that douchebag of a rival and how you'd thought your ex was the one for you.

except he isn't, and he isn't as well 一 the stares were just him making sure you weren't breaking down in the middle of a wedding and shutting off as you stand and watch with a semi-broken heart as your ex kisses his new bride at the altar, and a bouquet of flowers you've just caught earlier gripped tightly in your hands. a harsh slap to the face, this is.

so when he catches you at the hallway during the after party all alone, really at your most vulnerable as you quietly wipe away your tears with wobbly lips while making sure your makeup isn't ruined in the process, he waltzes over with his hands tucked into his pockets, stands in front of you a little too close for your usual liking, and you cry even harder. you don't have the energy to make another snarky remark to him 一 in fact, you haven't spoken a word to him since seeing him in his million dollar suit when he'd entered the venue without his rumoured plus one, no gifts for the newly-wed (a clear sign telling them to go to hell), and without his usual smug face too, for some reason.

when your tissue decides it isn't able to catch all your tears in time he then presses a hand to your nape forward. his touch is warm, so gentle, and your forehead rests on his right shoulder softly. you don't bother moving and he keeps you there like that, until your sobs have turned into sniffles and you've got an arm wrapped around his waist for some support.

it's when you wrap the other arm around him that he only speaks.

"i'll marry you."

you hear laughter echo in the quiet hallway as the other guests have the time of their lives in the room just behind the wall you're leaning against. is this a mockery? is he fucking mocking me? you've just about had it up to here with him. you want to scream at this man. you want to hit him. you want to punch him.

but your dress is tight so you hook an offensive thumb into the belt loop of his expensive dress pants instead, getting ready to threaten him, until he speaks again.

"so what they're doing this in the plaza hotel?" he scoffs, and your hold on his belt loop significantly loosens. his own around your nape, however, tightens and he presses your body anymore closer to him. you can feel his heartbeat pound in his chest, against your own, as he rambles on and on like the boastful boy you'd met in grade school despite being the ceo of a million dollar company.

"i'll marry you at the beach. new fucking york can kiss my ass, we're going to mykonos." you stifle a laugh at that. "he won't even be fucking invited because he's not ruining it for you, and he's gonna have to hear about our wedding from his mother-in-law."

you're full on giggling at him now as he continues to list out all the things he's gonna be making sure your ex pays for for the evil shit he'd pulled tonight.

"so? what do you say?"

he asks after a pause. when he tilts his head down to look at you he finds out you're already staring at him. wide, glossy eyes gazes into his own and he softens up when you hug him even tighter.

a hand brushes your hair out of the way. you close your eyes and smile. he swipes a thumb on the apple of your cheek.

"we can't lose to them now, can we?"

#gojo satoru he's so annoying, miya atsumu, haitani ran, haitani rindou, baji keisuke, kuroo tetsuro, hanma shuuji

it's 8am. haven't slept a wink. im so annoying

[niceutossu]

Misconceptions | Osamu x Reader

-Osamu lives in the same area as you

-he has seen you look so CEO-ish early in the morning and he’s convinced you’re some super important business person

-he’s developed an innocent crush since you both always get coffee at the same convenience store, at the same exact time

-you were very punctual and so was he (it was good motivation to see your sweet face)

-when you would leave you would always turn left and he would right and that was that

-it’s nice to see you smile while holding the door open for him or when he does the same for you and he gets to hear your soft voice say ‘thank you’

-beyond that, he’s never talked to you, he feels like you’re from two completely different worlds so he’s content leaving things as they are

-one night, his usual delivery boy has only one order left but unbeknownst to Osamu, he’s also been on the verge of hurling his entire shift and throws up right before he can complete it

-Osamu sends him home because he refuses to not follow food safety guidelines (plus he also feels a little bad he was unaware that his employee had pushed himself so hard)

-since it was also for someone who lived in the same building as him, he really didn’t mind being the one to drop off this last order

-while packing up to leave his employee makes a cheeky remark, something along the lines of “Thanks for doing this, though we’ll be even after you see the babe it’s for.”

-Which Osamu completely disregards because there were a lot of beautiful women living at his complex (as once commented by Atsumu) so he wasn’t really all that excited about the prospect

-he was tired and he just wanted to go home and get enough sleep before he had to rush out the door in the morning to catch a glimpse of your face

-when he finds the apartment, two floors above his, he knocks and is getting ready to leave when the door swings open and he looks up to find you looking back at him

-except you don’t look anything like how you usually do

-you weren’t wearing your black blazer and matching skirt, both of which were clearly ironed with lots of care

-the white lace of the crisp white blouse you normally wore wasn’t peeking through the collar of your jacket, and your hair wasn’t pulled back into the neat half updo he had grown a bit fond of (how could you pull off something so simple so well?)

-instead, your hair was down and damp, your shirt wrinkled, and you were wearing athletic shorts so oversized they almost reached past your knees

-the smell of shampoo meant you weren’t wearing any make-up but you looked the same to him, the only real difference was the glasses perched on your nose

-he couldn’t tell if they were real or blue light but he didn’t care, you looked good

-you looked so good like this, so cute

-he had always thought you were attractive in a mature way, radiating confidence that made head turns everywhere you went

-your tight clothes did you justice, and your ‘I have my shit together’ attitude was undeniably magnetic 

-but the way you looked now, so small and tired, clearly irritated from hunger but ready for bed was what made the little crush he had on you turn into a full-blown ‘like’

-Osamu liked seeing you like this, maybe even more than he did seeing you be a professional

-before he could continue to gawk any longer you took the food from his hands and stared at him for a moment, squinting your eyes before widening them in some sort of horrible realization

-“Wha- where’s the usual guy?” You asked, blushing in a way that had Osamu feeling a mix of confused and a little bit annoyed

-“You got the food…so does it matter?” Even if you were cute, he wasn’t about to pour his feelings out to someone who was still a complete stranger, and currently, a seemingly unsatisfied customer

-you scrunched your nose at his response, huffing slightly and seemingly contemplating for a moment before speaking again

-“do..do you not recognize me?” You asked hopefully, eyes looking up at him past the glasses and making his heart twirl as he held back the smile that tugged at his lips

-“Convenience store.” He replied, keeping it short but only because he couldn’t handle the implications of the entire interaction

-did you also think of him beyond just seeing him once in the morning?

-your eyes lit up at the acknowledgment before offering him a smile he hadn’t seen before, one that was more carefree now that it was just you two alone and in private 

-“I had no idea you worked here.” You spoke, pointing your hand towards the bag of food he was still holding while offering him friendly conversation

-“And I had no idea you were a customer.” Osamu said while handing you the bag, deciding to use the chance to show off a bit and maybe even get you to come visit in person

-“How long have you been working there?” You questioned, eyes glazed with genuine curiosity that made his heart curl

-“Well, I kinda own it so, since I opened it?” He replied, feeling nervous and now stupid for the way he had explained himself. There goes his opportunity to show off

-despite his awkwardness, you laughed at his stupid joke and he felt himself bubble with pride, he needed to hear more of that

-he suddenly thought back to what his employee had said about you being a ‘babe’ and felt himself get annoyed, he’d definitely have to convince you to start coming in person

-“you’re funny and the owner of your own business? Man, you’re doing way better than I am.” You admitted, the nervous atmosphere settling into a more comfortable one

-at your words Osamu frowned, were you not some up and coming CEO yourself?

-you looked at him, confused as Osamu suddenly realized he had asked that out-loud

-you both stared at each other as a couple beats of silence passed before you suddenly broke out into laughter again like he had just said the funniest thing in the world 

-he should’ve been more annoyed given that you were practically laughing in his face but he was intrigued more than anything else 

-“CEO would be awesome but I’m nothing more than an intern at the moment.” You admitted after calming down, still letting out a few giggles as your cheeks were now flushed from having laughed so hard

-Osamu thought you couldn’t look more perfect than you do now, face rosy from something he said and pretty eyes focused solely on him 

-so you weren’t some fancy CEO, that was a relief but he also knew somehow in his gut you wouldn’t stay an intern for long

-he didn’t know a lot about you past admiring you for always being on top of it and on time, unknowingly inspiring him to do the same

-but now he wanted to get to know you more than anything, to see you become the boss you were clearly meant to 

-“well, just know when the time comes you’re already the perfect, pretty picture of a CEO.” Osamu complimented, somehow confident in your abilities despite your status as strangers

-at his compliment your blush deepened, the sweet tone and sincerity in his words causing a rosy red to stick to your cheeks

-the word pretty rang out in your mind as you unconsciously went to tuck a piece of damp hair behind your ear, something that made Osamu’s lips finally twitch into a smile

-to know and see that he had an any sort affect on you, like you had on him all these months made it hard to hide the giddiness he felt

-he really had to get to know you, he had been so wrong about you this entire time and he needed to get it right, to get to know you fully 

-“Jeez, you’re not supposed to flirt with customers y’know?” You joke, voice light as you poke at his chest playfully 

-your eyebrows raise ever so slightly as you feel all the muscle underneath the simple black t-shirt and you give him a shy glance 

-“I promise I’ll try and come by in-person. But only if you promise me one thing in return.” You speak, finger unmoving from his chest as your eyes remained fixated on his own

-he swallowed thickly before responding with a small ‘hm?’

-“Same time tomorrow?” You asked, referring to your daily morning routine

-Osamu felt himself practically soar at those words, even after having seen you almost daily this time- this time you’d both know that you were each there hoping to find the other  

-“you know I’ll be there.” 

[kyurume]

"he'd be the type of guy to.." haikyuu edition ♡

notes: NOT proofread, i wrote rhis at 1:50am just some thoughts, all will be written with timeskip versions of them in mind. fem reader just cause also i chnaged title cuz it sidnt make sense LMAO

warning/s: NONE

genre: fluff

characters: hinata shoyo, kozume kenma, kageyama tobio, miya atsumu

hinata would be the type of guy to let your dates go unplanned (in a good way!!!) ypu guys get to do whatever you'd like, unrestrained. if you wanna go to a goodwill/thrift store and find cool items, he'd happily go with you. he'll also secretly get you some things that you stared at for too long. like those sparkly pink cowboy boots, a music box where instead of a ballerina spinning it's a middle finger, and a bikini that barely covers anything. then after buying those, you'd go in your car, and he'd hide them under the car seat, but the bikini's straps stick out from under the seat, and you go "what the fuck is that??" so he has no choice but to bring out the bag filled with the stuff you looked like you wanted, and surprised you early. do you want to go to an indoor volleyball court? hinata rented one just for the two of you to play. but you never got to play anything, you two are busy running around, playing hide and seek in the surprisingly large building. yes, for other people, things don't always go to plan. but for you two? you make the best out of unplanned surprises.

kenma would be the type of guy to really REALLY appreciate all of your pitiful efforts to pay him back for what he buys you. he loves, LOVES spoiling you, spending his CEO money on you is his love language. even though he acts a little nonchalant about it, he always loves seeing the smile on your face when he bought you something you've wanted for so long. but, you'd feel bad about what he's spending on you, and the effort he puts into working so hard 24/7, and going with you to the mall and buying you everything. so, you decide to repay him in different ways! like baking cookies that took you all day to bake but they taste bitter, but he still eats all of them in one sitting. you made him lots of origami flowers, he'd have it displayed in his room, without a single speck of dust landing on the paper, he knows that you feel guilty about him spending lots on you so you do these things, he keeps telling you that what he's spending on you isn't going to make a dent in his bank account, but you still wouldn't listen. (he secretly freaks out if you do things for him)

kageyama would be the type of guy to learn about anything you're into, and he'd teach you about what he's into in return. if you like a certain singer/band, and you love to quote a line from a song/an inside joke, he's going to be curious about it, and eventually, he'll start quoting it too, (at the start, he usually had trouble deciding whether or not the situation you're in would apply, but he's quoting that lyric/inside joke like he knows that band/singer better than you do.) he taught you volleyball, do you love spiking? he'd set for you, and you'd drive that ball home. do you prefer setting? he's gonna make you attend setter bootcamp, on god he's gonna turn into your coach instead of your boyfriend. you like blocking? he'd make sure he'd get his hits past your blocks, and of course tell you all sorts of positions you put your hands in if you want to change the trajectory of the ball, or completely shut it out. do you like recieving? he'll throw different types of serves your way so you'll learn how to recieve all of them perfectly. or if you'd love serving more, he'd be teaching you how to get service aces and eventually be better at serving than his team (according to him). he may be a pro volleyball player, but that doesn't mean he won't make time for you.

atsumu would be the type of guy to relax and pamper yourselves in his free time. despite his loud and rowdy personality, you and mr japanese barry b benson with a kansai accent, oftentimes go to spas, and get massages, facial treatments, all that good stuff. then he'd take you out to a hot spring after a major tournament is over, the steaming water helping to relax, and also give his skin some benefits too! after all, he's a volleyball player that has the looks of an idol, he has a face and body he has to maintain. if you guys don't want to go out, he'll look up recipes for diy mud masks to apply to eachothers faces, maybe even bringing out a stash of facemasks from his skincare mini frige and watch a movie together while waiting for the facemask to dry out. you're pretty lucky to have a skincare boyfriend, since you have never had a single skin problem ever since you started dating him. if there's an event you two will be attending, he'll prioritize the both of you looking and feeling fresh. you two would be the couple with the clearest skin in the room.

[hitoshi-yuuto]

Haikyuu rich kids AU

AU where some of the characters are rich kids

They have known each other since their childhood, because they hung out in the same social circle (Rich kids)

Hinata Shouyou

- Son of the richest man in the world, makes him the second richest person in the world.

-Spoiled kid born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, Tends to spend money as if he had it infinitely (which is the case)

-He didn't have any friends when he was younger because everyone was after he's money, he created a false identity in high school and was able to have his first real friends (Karasuno)

-His language of love is giving gifts, he doesn't know how to show his love otherwise.

-He bought the Karasuno High School to donate more funds to the volleyball clubs

- Is better at volleyball than in the canon since he has been playing since he was a kid with his friends, and he pays volleyball players to teach him.

-He fell in love with Kageyama when Karasuno learned that he was rich and that Kageyama's only reaction was: All I care about are your volleyball skills.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

- Coming from a family of famous doctors/hospital directors and son of the CEO of most of the greatest pharmaceutical companies and laboratories around the world.

-He and Sachirō support each other as people who don't want to follow in their family's footsteps.

-Even if he doesn't want to become a doctor, it runs through his veins and he's very good at it.

-He and Shouyou were best friends until they were 13 years old, since then they say they hate each other but we all know it's a lie.

-When he fell in love he thought he was sick, it put all the hospitals on alert.

Komori Motoya

-Son of the mania of the restaurant and food industry in the world.

-Loves to take friends to great restaurants

-Is a fine cook

-Spend his time inviting Kiyoomi and Atsumu to great romantic restaurants.

-He is the sponsor of Onigiri miya

Semi Eita

- Son of the Emperor of Japan, his family is everywhere in Japanese politics, his father is also the owner of seven of the biggest car brands.

-One day someone annoyed him, and he got him kicked out of the country, don't annoy the next emperor.

-Surprisingly his family supports his dream of being a singer, his aunt says that it will make a great image of him when he becomes emperor.

-Spend his time mocking Shirabu saying that he is going to become his empress.

Lev Haiba

- Son and heir of the most powerful mafia in the world

- As kill someone for the first time when he was eight years old.

- When they are old enough, he and Alisa will share the mafia as co-leaders

-He lived in Russia for the first 10 years of his life, before moving to Japan to be protected from a war, then decided to stay in Japan until he was 18 years old because he liked it so much. (Help Alisa manage the Japanese branch)

- Having grown up in the mafia world his standards are very different, he will be able to talk seriously about torturing someone while smiling.

-Also better at volleyball for the same reason as Hinata

-He confessed to Yaku at graduation, he expected a rejection and then panicked when Yaku told him yes, "you had to say no I'm a mobster I've killed people!" Yaku still said yes and if seven years later he finds himself killing someone to protect Lev it's between Lev and him alone. (Lev was devastated to have let Yaku dirty hands)

Hirugami Sachirō

- Son of the most famous volleyball player, his family is filled with super famous celebrities.(Lots of actors)

- One word from him and your reputation is ruined

- He has seen, heard, and done too many things, even if the end of the world comes tomorrow, he won't blink twice.

-He has a LOT of followers on his social media

-He's the reason Hoshiumi is the most followed volleyball player on the internet.

Yahaba Shigeru

-His parents run a really popular clothing chain in Japan.

-He was not born rich, his parents became rich when he was like twelve, He was then thrown into the lion's cage that are the rich children, and he was adopted by the group of weirdos above

-Being the only one who didn't grow up from this background, he is the only one with a real conscience, if you ask him he'll say that he is a babysitter.

-Aoba johsai seriously wonder how he manages Kyoutani, Yahaba will answer that compared to the six psychopaths he is simple.

When they met

Shouyo Kiyoomi & Motoya 4/5 years old

Eita & Sachirō 8/7/6 years old

Lev 10/11/12

Shigeru 12/11/13

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language 😅

[kart0]

overworked salary man atsumu

[sugawarassoulmate]

Your enabling so many things in my brain 😵‍💫 Miss thing is probably almost phd level and severely overqualified for the position but Ceo!Kenma's stinkin rich like 'just come work for me and ill pay u the difference' 🥵 and maybe he notices her throwing herself into her work after a particular reunion and he gets some alcohol in her and she confesses that she hooked up with yaku who wants to meet up later and she doesnt know what to do so kenma puts his face between her legs and makes the decision for her OH MY GOD and he's so bitchless it's probably his first time so he's messy and sloppy but thats so hot pls desperate men like virgin!atsumu are so fkn hot

words: 447 cw: fem!reader, tall!reader, oral (f receiving), boss x employee, alcohol, dubcon (reader is a lil drunk), minors dni

"you're still here?" kenma asks, poking his head into your office. everyone had already left for the evening but kenma was sure you'd still be hunched over your desk getting work done.

he was prepared, though, bringing a bottle of wine and two glasses from his own office and sliding a full glass over to you. "i think i fucked up, sir," you mumbled, easily downing half the glass without thinking—allowing kenma to fill it back up.

kenma listens while you drunkenly reveal that you had hooked up with yaku during the nekoma reunion a few weeks ago. he already knew about it, seeing the smug look on his former teammate's face the next morning. (plus lev couldn't stop bragging about setting the two of you up)

he'll admit, he was a little annoyed when he first heard the news. of course, you're your own person and could sleep with whoever you wanted but kenma remembered how horribly yaku would talk about you, groaning about how the tallest girl in school had such an obvious crush on the shortest guy on the volleyball team.

kenma wasn't that much taller than yaku, meaning you easily had a whole foot on him—and yet kenma thought you were gorgeous. every day he'd call you into his office just have a reason to watch your legs that seemed to go on forever or he'd purposely talk quietly so you have to bend down to hear him.

so the fact that yaku somehow managed to worm his way into your pants after all these years, didn't exactly sit right with him.

"he wants to meet up again," you slur, sipping on your wine. "i don't know if i should. he was just so awful back then, should i be forgiving that?"

kenma shrugs. "i don't know about forgiving but if you're conflicted about going out, i can help with that." he kneels between your legs, playing with the hem of your skirt.

even in your drunken state, you roll your eyes but still spread your legs for him anyway, sipping away at your wine. kenma takes the okay to dive in.

he didn't waste a second after pushing your panties to the side, immediately plunging his tongue into the sweet depths of your cunt. it's sloppy—as if kenma's on a time limit that you don't know about. between the curses under your breath and fingers tangling in his dark locks, kenma's making his own noises, moaning at how "fucking delicious" you taste.

by the time he makes you cum once or twice (or three times) you've forgotten all about yaku, his cruel words, and all the confusion surrounding him.

��sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[cyanhydrangea]

Cyan Hydrangea's MASTERLIST

My works are all SFW and all reader insert fics uses female pronouns

TMNT x Reader

Bayverse

Unexpected - All Turtles [Headcanons] | Turtles crush has some unexpected skill despite the nature of her personality

Loneliness - All Turtles [Oneshot] | The turtle boys being your friends when you feel lonely

Reader Listens to a Foreign Song - All Turtles [Short Imagine (crack)]

Reader needs an activity - All Turtles [Dialogues]

Gift - Leonardo [Oneshot (fluff)] | You give leo a gift

Bestie! Leo - Leonardo [Short Imagine (angst)]

Leo Loves to See Your Smiles - Leonardo [Oneshot (angst)]

Raph in Love - Raphael [Short Imagine]

Nerd(s) - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donnie thinks you're always avoiding him because he's a nerd

The Programmer's Help - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donnie helps his fellow scientist Reader with his invention

Binary Code - Donatello [Short Imagine]

Smile - Michelangelo [Headcanons] | Mikey tried to make his crush smile

Jealously - Michelangelo [Oneshot (crack)] | Mikey getting jealous over your obsession with your fav fictional character

Mutant Mayhem

The Anime Kid - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donatello finally finds fellow anime enthusiast in school

ROTTMNT

Raph in Love - Raphael [Short Imagine]

Binary Code - Donatello [Short Imagine]

Smile - Michelangelo [Headcanons] | Mikey tried to make his crush smile

Spy × Family

If Yor Forger is somewhat "normal" - TwiYor [Short Imagine]

Haikyuu!! x Reader

Being the smartest student - Hinata Shoyo [Short Imagine]

Call Me By My First Name - Miya Atsumu [Oneshot] | Miya Atsumu wants the girl he's been chasing after to call him by his first name.

Husband! CEO! Sakusa Kiyoomi - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Short Scenario]

Sakusa Kiyoomi with Gardener! Wife - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Short Imagine]

Unconventional - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Oneshot] | The way you propose a friendship with him

Attack on Titan x Reader

Cleaning Day ft. The Ackerman Family - Levi Ackerman [Short Scenario]

[sirhamburrger]

couple costumes?! gen and fic-specific headcanons!

kai's halloween '24 miniseries - a halloween to remember!!

CHARACTERS: shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, tetsuro kuroo, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya, osamu miya, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi x reader (separate)

general headcanons:

SHOYO HINATA: shoyo hinata and tobio kageyama lol

he's not above getting a bright orange wig, and bonus points if the height difference is very obvious. if not, then probably something classic and cute like barbie and ken.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA: literally anything you want

he has no opinion on costumes whatsoever, but he'll go along with it if he knows you love it. you'll eventually end up as some generic duo (pirates, zombies etc.).

KENMA KOZUME: doesn't dress up

when asked about his costume he introduces himself as "kodzuken, professional gamer, stocks trader and ceo of bouncing ball corp". you just wear whatever you want because he doesn't really care.

KOTARO BOKUTO: mario and princess peach

or mario and luigi, depending on what you're game for. possibly trafalgar law and bepo from one piece (you're trafalgar, he's bepo). just anything that allows him to wear something eye-catching and goofy.

ATSUMU MIYA: gru and lucy from despicable me

(the sole reason is because somewhere out there there's fanart of him and osamu as gru and dru.) however, you two decided to both go as minions and leave osamu without a costume partner. might also go for something as simple as vampires.

OSAMU MIYA: linguini and colette from ratatouille

subverted expectations as well by ditching the dru costume. if you want to be linguini, he’ll be remy.

TOORU OIKAWA (fic-specific but not really because i haven't even written it yet): any couple in any musical

hamilton and eliza. veronica and jd. lydia and beetlejuice. being the theater kid he is, he will break into song and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

fic-specific:

molto vivace tsukkiyn: refuses to match with you

he'll pick your favourite fictional character and wear a really bad costume just to spite you. you do the same (obviously). when you finally stop hating each other, you go in matching dinosaur onesies.

akrasia akaashiyn: elizabeth bennet and mr darcy from pride and prejudice!

it'd have to be something to do with classic or modern literature. whatever you eventually decide on, it's very likely that absolutely no one at the party will know who you're dressed as.

ag omiyn: plague doctor and plague victim.

enough said. anything, really, that allows him to keep a mask on.

double life kurooyn: batman and nightwing

you'll use your actual superhero costumes, scuffed and beat-up from fights with gotham's supervillains, and tell everyone you had really good replicas made.

match point iwaizumi: godzilla and king kong

he will not compromise on this, but you get to be either one.

DIRECTOR'S NOTE:

my first headcanon post yay

inspired by @/nectardaddy's halloween couple costume headcanons!

borders are by @saradika-graphics!

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