#miya talks

[reverie-starlight]

i think if you ask atsumu if he’d still love you if you were a worm one night before bed, he’d get all excited and turn to face you with this huge smile and be like “I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YA TO ASK ME! I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT A LOT!” and go on to explain his plan for two different scenarios- one where you get turned into a worm in front of him via wizard/warlock/witch/spell user/some curse, and one where you turn into a worm overnight and he’s not sure where tf you are in the morning bc he wasn’t there to see it happen.

he then goes on to proudly explain that in the first scenario he’d build you this little portable terrarium and carry you around while he finds a cure for you. and he’d take such good care of you.

in the second scenario he freaks out about you being gone, but comes to the conclusion that he’d somehow eventually realize that you were the worm he found on your pillow that morning and take good care of you and work tirelessly to find a cure as well. he tells you about the terrarium he’d build you in extreme detail. you’d apparently be living a luxury life worms could only dream of, according to him. no birds are getting you while you’re under his care. (<- his exact words.) he’ll get you the premium dirt and a huge fish tank.

so short answer is yes, he would absolutely still love you if you were a worm and he would go above and beyond for you.

you’re touched of course, and also very tempted to find a worm to put on your pillow before he wakes up and hide in the bathroom tomorrow morning to scare him a bit.

[plagalkey]

ENERGETIC ⚡️

you make me feel so high

[deusfoundry]

the connection kagehina has is so special and apparent that ukai thought they were childhood bestfriends or teammates before is that not insane

[haebai-png]

what u got there, Osamu

[sandwhitches]

and what if i said osamu miya goes behind ur back to ask ur grandma how to make that one dish u offhandedly mentioned was ur favorite as a kid??? what if?????

[arataka-reigen]

The moment atsumu fell in love. Can we even blame him.

[emotional-moss]

have some hq posts

[heich0e]

being friends with atsumu and having a few drinks too many and admitting you’d fuck Samu, who’s also present but is just quietly watching the chaos unfold, which turns into bickering (as you so often do) about why Samu but not him. and after a couple more drinks you start wondering if maybe he has a point

[natriae]

for all my besties asking about part 2 sadly I have not finished it :( I was dragged to a forth of july celebration and didn't have time to write. However, here is a small sneak peak for everyone!

Osamu watched as his brother angrily walked out of his restaurant. It was obvious that this wasn’t Atsumu’s standard victim pout he did to get attention. This was his ‘fuck, i just fucked something up so badly that even i know it’. Rare for Atsumu but not a first. Osamu, however, is quickly distracted by your trembling body as you run to the bathroom. What the fuck did he do now?

Suna glances at Osamu as his body turns back around towards the front door. The silent interaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the other boys, but they know better than to interfere. Quickly excusing himself, Osamu exits the front door to find his brother crouched on the side of the building with his head in his hands. There was one thing Osamu told his brother when he first introduced you too. You simply were just another loyal patron to his establishment, but he saw how his brother looked at you. After you had left, Osamu made it very clear that Atsumu was not to hurt you. You were a sweet girl who did not need to be left crying over his brother. He knew the kind of man Atsumu was. He wasn’t ever there for a long time. All he wanted was a good one, but the way Atsumu's eyes watched you thank Osamu for delivering your food had a look of childlike innocence that Osamu had only seen in Atsumu’s first love.

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here's mingyu as an apology

[days-on-365]

oh save me cocky blond loser boys voiced by mamoru miyano, save me

[tulip-room]

༊✩Are You Too Chicken?✩࿐

pairing. Osamu x reader

Content. Atsumu manages to coerce Osamu to play Suck and Blow with his crush at a party.

Warnings. fem reader, atsumu being...atsumu, KISSING. Mayhaps a little suggestive but no smut

Words. 1.2k

a/n: please tell me you guys have heard of this game before T^T also be happy with the ending because I was gonna cut it off before they kissed just sayin. My friend talked me out of it

Osamu hadn't decided if he was going to kill or thank his brother when he got out of the mess he was put in. His troubles started when the blonde noticed all of his shy smiles, discounts, red ears, and how he not so subtly leaned over the counter to be closer to you. You are the new manager for the MSBY Jackals. You with the pretty smiles and eyes that he swore he would actually get lost in. The mess in question was a card game, one usually played by teenagers desperate to get their first kisses out of the way. Suck and Blow is what it was called. 

Participants would sit in a circle, friends or crushes placed next to each other, and would pass a card around the circle. Seems easy enough, the caveat? You couldn't use your hands. You had to pass the card with your mouth and if it fell the punishment was kissing the person who was passing it. Now you may be wondering how Osamu found himself in the position to be playing this game. 

Unsurprisingly it was because of the same blonde he called brother. As you were pulled into the circle by the blonde, who was ignoring your feeble attempts at refusal, he gave Osamu one look. That wasn't enough to convince the other boy to join, no it was what he said. "Come on 'Samu! Get in here, unless of course," Atsumu smirked, knowing he was going to have Osamu playing right into his hand. "You're too chicken." That's what had done it. 

"Who're you calling chicken, scrub!" He rolls his eyes and joins the circle, annoyed that his brother had played him so easily. He took a seat next to you, some random girl on the other side of him. Atsumu decided he would start, he took the card and flipped it in his hands.

"Everyone know how to play?" Nods go around the circle. "Good, makes this easier. Remember, if the card drops you have to kiss." He mentions with a teasing smirk as he turns to face you and Osamu. He winks at your shocked face before starting the game. 

Round and round the card goes, it barely gets halfway through the circle before it falls. You watch in surprise as the two shrug with a smile before kissing. It's not a long kiss by any means, hardly more than one shared by friends. They start it up again. You wouldn't lie and say you weren't a little nervous about it getting to you and Osamu. 

You had made the mistake of confiding your crush on Osamu in Atsumu of all people (a moment of weakness you would later recount). He made it his mission to fluster you as much as possible, practically tormenting you (it was just fun to see your flustered expression and his brother's red cheeks from his teasing). So, for better or for worse he continued to push you towards his brother. This was the latest of his schemes.

Osamu lowered his head to get closer to you and then the plastic material was pressed against your lips. You would've forgotten to breathe in if you hadn't gasped the minute he got close to you. Okay, one round passed without your lips touching anyones, much to Atsumu's disappointment, and maybe your's and Osamu's disappointment as well. Atsumu visibly frowned at you and gave you a look that tried to convey his meaning. You already knew what he was trying to say though, you should've dropped the card. 

Atsumu is the next unlucky, or perhaps lucky, person to drop the card. Much to the joy of the girl sitting on his right. He's unashamed and grabs her chin and gives her a kiss, it goes on for longer than it needs to. He pulls away with a smirk and a pointed look towards you. 

Osamu rolls his eyes at the display. He briefly lets himself wonder how you would like to be kissed. If you would want a slow meaningful kiss or if you would want to be kissed in a more brazen way. Hungry way. He's so focused on you that he doesn't notice when the card reaches him again until the person sitting next to him taps his shoulder politely. He shakes his head and takes the card. He knows very well what his brother wants from him, he just doesn't know if he should play into the scheme or find a way to kiss you on his own.

And then he turns to face you and all his critical thinking goes out the window. You're looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky. Your gaze keeps fluttering between the card and his own eyes and he swears he hears his heartbeat in his throat. He hears the thrum of it and the warmth spreading across his face as he leans twoards you again. You jolt a little when his hand is placed gently on your thigh but don't find yourself pulling away from the touch. 

You're not sure whose fault it is when the card falls. All you know is that it fluttered down onto your lap and that there is cheering in your ears when it does fall. You can't really think about that currently though, you can feel your own heartbeat in your ears and you can see the blush prominent on Osamu's skin. You reach a hesitant hand up and place it on his cheek. "You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid," you manage to whisper out with a smile. 

"Yeah, I do." Oh? You weren't expecting him to agree but you couldn't deny that it made your eyes widen a little. "Can I kiss you now? I've been dying to since you came to the shop and I had to tell you that you had lipstick on your teeth." He leans closer and murmurs gently, lips barely inches apart. You let out a small laugh at that and move your hand so it covers where your mouths are about to meet.

"Well, you certainly have been waiting a while. Go on, kiss me. Or are you too chicken?" Yes, the very thing that started this whole predicament. He just smiles and puts a hand on the back of your head and the distance between the two of you is closed. Warm lips meeting warm lips, it's a bit awkward with the smiling. Your noses bump which just makes your smiles wider. 

You remember you're in a party when you hear a fake gag to your right. The two of you pull away with a laugh. "Are you two done yet? Happy for you, but I want to keep playing this game." You roll your eyes at Atsumu's antics and hand him the card.

"Well then, I guess 'Samu and I should go somewhere more private." You wink which earns another gag from Atsumu as you help Osamu up who looks dumbfounded at you. He just nods his head and follows you to a secluded room of the house. "Took you long enough." You smile at him and pull him into another kiss once the door is locked behind you. 

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[osamiiya]

Poolside Confessions - Atsumu x Reader

Summary: Atsumu’s so concerned about your love life and who you like, he doesn’t consider that it might be him.

Warnings: None! Like one (1) ‘damn’

a/n: i’m so tired from my summer job (edit: forgot to add the summary i’m so sleepy)

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“Stop! You’ll catch a cold!”

Atsumus voice grows louder as you stop, chest heaving with effort.

He had taken you swimming, a normal hang out instance between the two of you.

And, as time, as it usually does, passed and the sun started to set, the two of you abandon racing and splashing each other in favor of sitting at the ledge of the pool, watching the sun set. The atmosphere is perfect for conversation as the two of you swing your feet in the pool, shivering slightly as the summer night winds begin to pick up.

As friends (although you had hoped for more), it was a common occurrence for him to grill you about who you liked, or which of your friends liked each other. It’s in his nature to be curious about people’s love lives. Even if people (Aran) don’t want to tell him, he’ll figure it out eventually.

You’re used to it by now, but after the fluttering feeling when Atsumu landed a good set happened when he smiled, then when spoke, then when he was… him, increased, you had grown to dread it.

It started off like it usually did:

“Do you have a crush right now?”

“I think so.”

That then led to a smile a smidge more mischievous and evil than it had been before.

“Do I know him?”

“Yeah.”

At this point, Atsumu usually hums in acknowledgment and continues onto whatever mundane topic that comes to head. But, this time, he pushed.

“Is he in our class?”

“Do you know people outside of our class?”

He paused in contemplative thought before laughing and listing those that he knew. You thought it ended there.

“Is it Suna?”

“Ew.”

He laughed so hard he started coughing at that one.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

His pleads get you to a point where you swear your eye is twitching and your impulse control plummets.

And you kiss him.

You really grab his face and plant one right onto his unsuspecting lips.

There’s a moment of pause, like the world has stopped turning, or someone clicked “pause” on the remote control of life.

And then you run.

You almost trip over your flip-flops, but you don’t. You do, however, forget your towel and cover-up at the pool, running down the street outside the public pool in nothing but flip flops and a bathing suit.

It takes Atsumu a minute, but with his volleyball athleticism, he’s able to catch up to you, arms holding all of the belongings the two of you left at the pool, bag flailing helplessly behind him.

“Wait!”

His voice echos down the empty streets, and your lungs burn with exertion.

“Stop! You’ll catch a cold!”

His voice is stern enough to make you skid to a halt, panting slightly as you take breaths of air.

It takes a couple seconds, but soon Atsumu is caught up, breathless, but he recovers quickly.

“Stupid.” He chastises as you shiver, the wind and night air settling into your skin.

He wraps a dry towel around you like a cape, holding it tight around you until you get the message and hold it yourself.

It’s quiet as he rearranges the things he brought to the pool into his bag, and you take the time to study his expressions and look away. The result is an awkward back and forth between your own feet and Atsumu’s face.

It’s like hours has gone by when it’s only been seconds before Atsumu stands and looks you in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

Your answer is nothing but a mumble, and your eyes decide that the ant crawling on the sidewalk is a better place to look than Atsumu.

He leans in, ducking so that his face fills your vision, and he stays there for a moment, simply looking. Atsumu studies your face, looking from your eyes to your nose, taking in its slope, to your lips. It’s as if they’re the most interesting thing to him as he studies them intensely, as if deciding what he would name the color of your lips.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is a whisper, and your breath fans across his lips.

His eyes snap to yours at your words, and a hand comes up to cup your cheek. Atsumu’s palm is warm and slightly calloused. And, it shakes slightly as his thumb brushes your cheekbone with the most care he’s ever used with his hands.

“Thinking of doing something stupid.”

Atsumu’s eyes then drop to your lips, as if he’s already gotten addicted to simply the proximity to them.

His hand shifts so his thumb can brush over your bottom lip gently. It’s slow, and you’re sure he can feel every crack, ridge, and texture your lips hold.

He leans in slightly, hand shifting to hold your jaw as his lips hover over yours.

His voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, as if he’s Atlas, and your face is his world.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” He chokes out before his eyes fully shut and he presses chapped lips to yours.

It’s a small thing, but softer and gentler than the kiss you had given him, what seems like almost decades ago.

He pulls away, but his eyes stay half lidded and trained on your lips. His hand doesn’t dare to move.

“The sun set.”

You risk a glance to the side, past Atsumu’s head, and sure enough, inky black sky and bright stars greet you.

The nod you give him has Atsumu leaning in again, capturing your lips in his. It’s warm in his grasp, and his other hand comes up to rest on your waist.

When you pull away, Atsumu chases the feeling of your lips slightly before opening his eyes.

“Please tell me that I’m the one you like.”

“That much should’ve been obvious right now.” You snort, leaning into his touch.

His smile sends butterflies into your stomach, and he licks his bottom lip slightly before cocking his head slightly to the left.

“Let’s get you home.”

[izaanagi]

lowk who do u think in haikyuu would get freaky in one of those red telephone boxes in the uk cuz i was in london a few weeks ago and randomly thought of it 🤔

If there you wouldn’t expect is for Miya Osamu, very diligent, very demure owner of one of the most successful business in Japan, to become such a different person as he steps into another continent.

And yet, Osamu is simply transforming in front of your eyes; he kisses you on your lips whenever he looks at you, his hands are always somehow touching you and the look in his eyes is that of a famished predator that has finally ogled his perfect prey.

However, it all comes to its peak as you’re walking down the streets in London, dusk long settled - and one of those old red telephone booths comes into view.

“Have you ever been inside one of those?” Osamu asks, his nose touching your jaw as he turns towards you.

“No, never. I did not have the chance,” you answer, just shrugging, thinking nothing of it. But when a small grin appears on Osamu’s face, you know there is something wrong.

“C’mon,” he tugs at your wrist, making you following him right to the booth, and inside. There are only a couple people walking by, and Osamu loses no time by kissing you on your mouth, your bodies touching from top to bottom in the tight space.

It’s not the first time you guys make out in public, but Osamu’s hands are travelling over your shirt, carefully avoiding your breasts. But then he veers off course and his mouth simply plummets towards your collarbone, sucking and licking hard enough for a hickey to form instantly.

“Hey, big boy, why don’t we get home and continue whatever you want to do to me?” You ask, unsure of what’s going on Osamu’s mind as his hand finally ventures underneath the fabric of the shirt, cold against your skin.

He is nose deep in your cleavage as the words, “Don’t wanna,” leave his mouth, and he’s already unclasping your bra. Shuffling around, Osamu’s head is beneath your shirt, your right nipple getting twisted in his mouth and your left at the mercy of his hand’s ministrations. He tugs and turns, twirls and squeezes as his teeth clamp on your sensitive spot, licking your rock bud, tugging and then lapping at it.

“Osamu,” you call. All he does is to suck harder, your breath hitching. He switches to your left nipple to be played with, while his hand is already venturing further down, first on your hips and then your ass. He grabs a handful to press you against himself even better, his erection evident in his pants. “Osamu,” you call again.

Yet all he does is push his knee between your legs, opening them enough so that his hand can go and knead your pussy above your pants. You clamp your hand on his, trying to stop him from getting you an orgasm out in public. “Hey, Osamu, I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to do it here.”

Osamu takes his head out of the shirt, your nipples getting the full brunt of the cold wind, making them painfully harder.

“Why not?” He smiles.

“It’s…,” you blush.

“It’s what?” He teases, stealing a kiss.

“Improper,” you finish.

Yet his hand is still on your pussy, his fingers working to put the zipper down, and move away your pink panties and find your clit to rub at it.

“I want to see you try and walk home with your panties wet with cum,” he whispers, shame nowhere to be seen.

“How are you gonna walk with that boner between youe legs?”

All he does is pressing your hand against himself, heat already attaching itself as vapor at the windows of the booth. “You can fix it,” he smirks.

Then it’s only a battle of glances as he continues stimulating your pussy and kissing you to make your capitulate.

“You’re a sly, shameless bastard,” you chide you, as his stiff cock makes contact with your hand and he hisses. The pre cum helps your hand slide up and down, and it’s so stupid, yet liberating as you see his orgasm build up in his eyes and the twitches of his cock as you works up, already two fingers in deep.

“And you love for it,” he responds, seeking the drop of pleasure before both of you come crashing to the reality of what you’ve just done.

[yandere-sins]

Hello, about your miya twin series, who would be the most dangerous and scary twin to deal with? Who would physically punish their darling if she misbehaved? What would a punishment scenario for both of them be like?

Good questions!

From a mental standpoint, I'd say Atsumu is the scarier twin.

He is somewhat laid-back, which would make you think he really isn't that bad, but in what he does, he is unpredictable. You'd think all he really wants is to hang out with his darling, watch movies, share snacks, cuddle, and fool around, but his mood regularly just... snaps. And suddenly, he is violently horny or in the mood to throw you around like a ragdoll. You learn to see the small signs like him grabbing you a little too tight or his eyes just turning ever so slightly darker as you two have a stare-off. But in the end, you can never be too sure when he either has enough of you or wants you more than ever. Atsumu leaves almost all the bruises on your body, is careless enough that you might break a bone if you resist him, and gives you trauma for days that will make you want to avoid him. But you shouldn't. Never deny him what he wants, or you'll suffer even more.

So Osamu is the more dangerous twin.

Osamu has his rules. His routine and how he wants things to be done. Much like his brother, he's not shy about putting you in your place. Still, while Atsumu is physical, Osamu is much more psychological in his abuse. He'll take your food from you if he feels like you don't appreciate it enough. He'll waterboard you in the bathtub if you dare to lock him out. He decides if you get to sleep on the bed between them or if you earned yourself a cold night on the floor. He gives you medicine. He gets you the essentials you need. If he says no clothes, then none of them will let you wear anything for however long Osamu decides. You might fear Atsumu's outbursts, but unless you are in good graces with Osamu, you fear upsetting him at all times and getting punished out of the blue—and most of the time, it's not even your fault. Osamu also gets mad at Atsumu (more than the other way around), and you are taking the fall for it.

Both of them might reason with the other if it benefits them, but you'll never be able to play them against each other. Unless you crave punishment, that is. However, who is the scarier and who is the more dangerous twin might also change daily. You are never safe ;)

Atsumu's punishments are more that he forces you to do something you don't want to do, like humor him once he gets home. He'll force you into a kiss if you don't come up to him and peck him on the cheek and, likewise, will cage you under him on the couch if you refuse to cuddle and watch a movie with him. He's not above forcing himself on you if you refuse his advances, and he doesn't really take care of you unless you are being extra nice to him. He'll cook if Osamu is out, but only if you tell him sweetly that you're hungry and let him coo over you and rub your belly. And then all he pulls from the cupboards is cup ramen.

Strangely enough, Osamu does the same, just differently and on a bigger scale than Atsumu's. Oh, so you don't want to welcome him? Well, no food for you. It's in the fridge, but if you go and get it, he'll put you through hell. Atsumu kept you from coming to him? Too bad. He's asking you to come and warm yourself up because it's cold, but you ignore him? No warm clothes are for you; look how you'll survive the night. It's bathtime, but you locked yourself into the bath alone? Someone doesn't want the privacy of a door or to be in the bathroom alone ever again.

For both, it's about making your life inconvenient unless you do exactly what they want. Which can be, as mentioned before, difficult because they change their minds like they change underwear. But being affectionate and inviting is always the right thing to do; it just really sucks when they'll eagerly take you up on any of your offers, rarely refusing even if you change your mind fast.

Hope that answered your questions! Thanks for asking!! I love the two of them so much ♥♥♥

[soukokuchild]

I need msby atsumu crocheting and spilling tea with aran live on ig I'm not elaborating

[artisticxlly]

Suna is a menace to Osamu's sanity