#miya talks

[plagalkey]

ENERGETIC ⚡️

you make me feel so high

[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?????

[haebai-png]

what u got there, Osamu

[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.

tags:

@mangiswig @fashionloverr846 @dracarysbitch @bbqsauceonmytitties2 @07-lsssaaa @touchmyanarchicblogs @z0mbi3dl @suyaaachin @fairyflorasworld @stellarnathy @kensqueent @gigiiiiislife

here's mingyu as an apology

[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. 

taglist. @hiraethwa

please send an ask if you want to be tagged in a specific character/ all my works <3

masterlist

rules

[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)

———

“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.”

[lowkeyremi]

A drabble based off Samu's part of this post cuz I miss little haruki

summary: haruki has to hang out with his uncle 'tsumu while his parents are at the hospital

Atsumu and Haruki have been staring each other down since Osamu dropped him off ten minutes ago. Haruki has seen his uncle 'Tsumu many times before, even on TV, but never has his uncle babysat him.

"So kid... what do ya wanna do?" Usually when Atsumu's with his nephew it's under the supervision of you or Osamu. Being completely alone with him is new to both of them.

"Um. I don't know, do ya have any toys?" Your carbon copy asks.

"Nah, I don't play with toys, I'ma grown man." He explains to his nephew. The small child doesn't like that response, "When I'm a grown up I'm gonna play with toys!"

Atsumu ultimately forgets that Haruki is a little boy with childish ideas, so he chuckles at his statement.

"No ya won't, kid."

"Yes I will!"

"No ya won't."

"Yes I wi-"

"Hey! How 'bout we play some volleyball, huh?" The blond athlete realizes there is absolutely no point in fighting with a six year old.

"I hate volleyball, it's boring." A loud gasp escapes Atsumu's lips and he feels like he's been shot right in the chest.

"Yer lying, right? Haha that was pretty funny, made me laugh." He refuses to believe that any nephew or niece of his would hate volleyball. He has to be joking...

"'m serious! Papa took me to a volleyball camp last year 'n I hated it! Everyone was so mean to me 'n they kept telling me I couldn't hold the ball for myself." Well, there's the problem. As a six year old everything is about you, you, you. So, Atsumu assumes Haruki didn't like it because he wasn't the center of attention.

"Let me tell ya a lil' something. I'm gonna go get a volleyball and I'll tell ya this story while we're outside." Haruki's obviously skeptical of what his uncle plans on doing but he'll go along with it for right now.

The little boy sets his Sonic themed backpack down by the front door, when he makes sure all his toys are secure in his bag, he slowly stomps his way to the sliding glass doors that lead to his uncle's backyard.

There's a net that's way too big for Haruki to hit anything over it outside, which immediately discourages him. Atsumu soon returns with a volleyball in his hands, Haruki would assume with all that money his uncle makes he'd have a nicer looking volleyball, but the one he's holding is all beat up and dirty.

"Are ya too poor to get a better ball?" Atsumu doesn't even take it to offense because he knows Haruki is genuinely curious and not trying to be rude.

"Nah, this ball is older than ya are. 's the ball me n yer papa used to use when we were first startin' out." That seems to ignite a new interest in the little boy, well, if his excited gasps were anything to go by.

"I'ma give it to ya so ya'll have somethin' to use when you play." This isn't enough to convince Haruki to play volleyball but Atsumu's not done just yet. He still has to tell him the story, but first they have to set up the small net, so Haruki can hit over it.

Atsumu opens up his shed to find the little beat up box that contained he and Osamu's old volleyball net from their elementary school days.

"Woah! That net is the perfect size for me!" His nephew screeches in excitement.

"Yeah 's also older than ya." The two set up the net and Atsumu teaches Haruki the form to receive. He tosses the small boy a few so he can get used to receiving.

"Okay, so, I wanted to tell ya that, volleyball ain't all about you, but at the same time it is," Haruki doesn't say anything in return. No little kid wants to hear that everything isn't about them.

"I had trouble understandin' that m'self when I was growin' up. I thought- nah I knew I was the shit so I acted prideful 'bout it." His nephew gasps at him saying a bad word, but he doesn't interrupt his story.

"'n I really don't care who likes me and who doesn't. I was like that back then too, so I never really had anyone besides 'Samu to play with. Which was fine when we were young, but in a real game, ya need six people." Haruki nods his head to let his uncle know he's listening.

"I had to realize that volleyball was a team effort 'n I couldn't play the whole game, m'self," He pauses for a second to bump the ball back the Haruki.

"That was also when I started to realize, it really was all about me, 'cause if yer a good setter all yer hitters gotta rely on ya. They need ya to set to 'em." Haruki pauses for a second.

"What if I don't wanna set? I wanna be a hitter like papa was." Atsumu smiles at him.

"It applies to hitters too, if yer a good hitter then yer setter will most likely set to ya the most often, 'cause ya can score." Haruki's eyes light up with a new sense of hope.

"Will you teach me more about volleyball, Uncle 'Tsumu?" Atsumu's earlier dread has completely left his body, his nephew didn't hate volleyball, he hated not being the center of attention, just like Atsumu did.

The two go back into the house when the sun is almost down. Haruki had learned so much from his uncle, and he was excited to show all of it to you and Osamu.

Atsumu goes to call his brother to realize that he had missed 4 calls from him and a few texts with pictures attached.

"Haruki! Hurry up 'n get in here! Yer sister is born!!" Haruki comes running in with his new (old) volleyball.

"Lemme see her!!!" He tries to grab his uncle's phone.

"Be patient, ya little gremlin." Atsumu pulls up the picture and hands his phone to tiny, grubby hands. You look very tired, but a small smile graces your face and you're holding a tiny little bundle in your arms. The next couple of pictures are Osamu holding his daughter too.

"Ew, why is she so wrinkly?" Atsumu tries and fails to hold in a chuckle. His nephew's face is all scrunched up and disgusted.

"'s 'cause she was just born. She's been swimming 'round in yer ma's belly for the past nine months. Kinda like how ya stay in the bath for too long and yer fingers start to get wrinkly." Atsumu explains, Haruki's not convinced, at all.

"Ya looked the same way when ya were born." Haruki shakes his head so fast Atsumu wouldn't be surprised if his head popped off.

"Nuh-uh. I was never wrinkly!" Atsumu is quick to go through his albums to find the one of Haruki's birth.

"Yea ya did, look." Haruki takes a good look at the picture before jumping up in surprise.

"EWWW I WAS WRINKLY!!!!" He starts running around like a crazy animal on the loose, screams leaving his lips.

Atsumu snorts, "We were all wrinkly babies at one point." The setter also learns how rewarding being an uncle is.

©𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

[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

[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.

[artisticxlly]

Suna is a menace to Osamu's sanity

[youwerethedefeated]

Today I'm thinking about that All stars match audio drama and how both Oikawa and Atsumu keep hounding Kageyama and bothering him about the curry commercial - giving him "advice", and he takes it all so seriously 😭

And, like, idk how canonical the story is - if Furudate wrote it, if it was someone else, or if the VAs were just improvising a bit - but I still find it really funny that, in universe, this interaction happens approximately FOUR WHOLE YEARS after Kageyama's commercial came out.

Four years later Atsumu and Oikawa are still not over it. (And Iwa-chan says Oikawa watched that commercial dozens of times.) Like. Man. Go get some publicity of your own and leave Kageyama alone!

Tl;dr Atsumu and Oikawa are two jealous bitches and Kageyama is too innocent

[tahdashi]

fluff ⊹ college au

as much as he hates to admit it to himself, osamu is struggling. 

he wants to be strong — someone you could depend on, someone you could run to when life’s wearing you down, someone you could simply feel content and safe with. his thoughts were plagued with the notion that he was anything but that someone to you. 

and that’s why he does everything in his ability to bring that radiant smile — the one he finds himself daydreaming about — to the curve of your lips. 

while his friends go out to dingy frat houses, singing at the top of their lungs as they celebrate their freedom and youth, osamu picks up the night shift at the diner by his apartment. he started working there his first year, hoping to make some extra money so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about him from miles and miles away. the owner was a sweet man, roughly in his 60s, often humming an incomprehensible tune as he chopped vegetables and meat. truthfully, osamu didn’t mind working extra shifts while his friends went out (they’d call him boring and a workaholic, but he didn’t care). in fact, he was happy to make extra money if it meant that he could take you out to a fancy dinner (a local ramen restaurant), buy you dessert afterward (a quick stop to the convenience store with a smile on his face as he watches the light from the freezer section reflect in your eyes), and surprise you with flowers to end the night (hand-picked from the field a couple miles off campus). 

perhaps he should be living like the rest — either catching up on assignments in the library or coming back home stumbling and slurring his words. perhaps he should start saving his money like you always tell him to, but he’s only twenty and feels no reason to. 

he’d much rather be here, at the silver counter at the back of the diner kitchen, experimenting with different sauces while the man next to him hums the same usual love song. this time, the aura’s a bit different. the man has a smile on his face, he’s chopping the green onion at a slow beat as if there’s a metronome playing in his head. 

“son, ya like cookin’, don’t ya?” 

“i do, sir,” osamu continues to add garlic to the simmering sauce in his pan, a sugary sheen glazing over it. 

“why not cook at home? bring that special someone ya keep thinkin’ about,” he jerks his elbow towards osamu’s arm. 

“i like working here. i like the people, and the food, and the sounds.” 

osamu also likes how you visit him every friday when your classes end. without a doubt, rain or shine, you’ll glide into the diner with a soft smile on your lips. he likes how you walk over to the counter and ask him if there’s a ‘samu around. he also likes how you look behind him, checking on the man who’s too busy tapping his wooden spoon against the pot to notice, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. and in that moment, he lets himself close his eyes, relax a little, melt into it like softened butter. 

and when you pull away, you see the sleepiness in his eyes. you always wonder how he goes to class, comes to work, goes to the library to work on assignments, and then rushes back to the diner after he eats so he can work another shift. bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek, you ask if he’s okay. he leans into the warmth of your skin for a second before giving you a quick nod. 

“i’m almost done with my shift. wanna go out for somethin’ in a bit?” 

“we don’t have to eat out today,” you tell him, tugging on his sleeve like you always do when you insist on staying in. 

“not even ice cream? ya said ya wanted to try that shit-lookin' chocolate one.” 

“if your shit looks like that i’m a bit concerned for you,” you tell him, twirling his sleeve around your fingers. his teeth peek out from his lips in a dimply smile, one that has you swooning. "no shit-lookin' ice cream today."

"then what do ya wanna do? it's friday night, ya should do something fun." you notice the way he excludes himself from his words.

"how about we just chill at my place tonight? watch a movie or something? i still have those chips you like," you insist. "and my roommates aren't home. stay as long as you want?"

oh, how 'samu loves your place — the comfort of your bed, your sheets that smell like you. he can't help but nod a bit too eagerly, catching your hand in his larger ones.

he gets back to work as quick as he can, not wanting you to leave you waiting, but truthfully, you don't mind. you watch his back flex in his black uniform as he wipes down the counter. osamu can feel your eyes on him, and suddenly he has love songs blooming in his mind, wisps of a sweet melody coursing through his veins.

you're too good for him, he thinks. you don't mind his chaste kisses when he's in a rush, or when he decides to nap on your shoulder between classes.

he throws his boss a quick wave before throwing on his jacket, shoving his arm into the sleeve as he stumbles towards the front of the diner to see you again. you look up at him with something like ardor and solace swimming in your eyes. placing a quick kiss to the top of your head, osamu slips his hand into yours.

"sorry, babe, took me longer than usual to check inventory," he apologizes, squeezing your hand a couple times as the brisk air touches your skin.

"'s all good. i like watching you work. you're all focused in there."

"gotta be or that man's gonna throw me out. how else am i gonna pay for your expensive ass drinks?"

"all that for a matcha with sweet cream cold foam," you squeeze his hand back in appreciation.

"yeah, well, don't wan' anyone else buyin' those for ya."

osamu's cute like this — nose all red from the cold, a wrinkle in his brow at the thought of someone else surprising you with your favorite drink every morning. atsumu thinks his brother has it bad for you ("down so fuckin' bad, dude," he'd say), and honestly, osamu agrees. he never thought he'd be excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to pick up your favorite coffee before your 8 am, or watch you get distracted by online shopping when you should've been doing your assignment. if love is seeing you at the end of each day, kissing your lips even when he's covered in condiments and oil, holding your backpack for you after a long day, then osamu wants it all.

because even when he should be worrying about the quiz he has tomorrow and the fact that he hasn't slept properly in the past four weeks, he starts to hum that familiar love song when you unlock the door to your apartment (it's become familiar to you, too, because that tune escapes his lips whenever you're by his side).

reblogs n interactions are appreciated!