#miya talks

[sugugori]

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I love very casual dominance. It’s always the smallest things, too. It’s one thing to be intentionally dominate in bed, but when they’re doing it out of pure instinct it’s almost sexier. They don’t even realize how attractive it is. Like today, for whatever reason you’re nervous and it’s obvious if not by the way your leg is shaking under the coffee table. And as always, he’s found his spot besides you- maybe his hair is messy because it’s early and you’ve slept in. He nurses a hot black coffee with one hand, and he may tell you twice to stop bouncing your leg but you won’t hear it a third time. He won’t even look away from whatever’s got his attention before you feel the pressure of his hand on your knee. Pressing down until your knee can no longer come back up, his grip almost bruising. But his thumb moves to rubs gentle circles on the area, a silent apology.

Other times, yeah, it does show up in bed. Like when he’s hitting that spot so good, too good, that you stop breathing for a few seconds. He’s literally taken your breath away, folded you in half and he’s nasty with it. You don’t even realize it’s happening but he’s so in tune with your body that he picks up on every little thing. He won’t stop his movements either, still feeding you deep strokes, hand behind your head to soften the blow of the headboard. And when he notices, he’ll place his hand on your cheek so gently - a stark contrast to how he’s fucking you- and say, “Breathe, baby.”

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[miyatalksshit]

oh how i hate being a passerby, never to be asked who i am, remembered as the person who was kind, never a friend, always a stranger. never to be known, but always remembered, a passing ant in an ocean of people, never connecting or being known.

[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.

[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

[arataka-reigen]

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

[crandoodles]

aran week day 3: secret

couldn’t decide who the lucky fella would be so there’s a reaction doodle for both of them..!

[ponyt4il]

i’d cry so hard if they ever gave us reki and miya brother in law relationship uggggggggggggg like ik it was jokes about koyomi and miya but miya would genuinely thrive in the type of family dynamic rekis family has

[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

[sugugori]

Tough men who get whiny and pliant from just making out. What started off as sweet kisses here and there, turns into something much more primal. Him pulling you closer, getting more and more desperate and needy, doesn’t know where to put his hands. Bucking his hips and panting because he’s already close from a little tongue. Pulling little pitchy “mhm”’s from them and whispering quiet pleases. He’s got that glassy, far away look in his eyes and his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. Just a few kisses from you turns him into a virgin again. And if you keep kissing his neck like that, he might cum in his pants - he’s so sensitive

[miyatalksshit]

oh how i love being a passerby in people's lives. i have passed them once before, sharing my data so they can make a digital payment, letting them pick a design so i can do their mehendi as they talk about their lives, helping them pick their fallen jumka or detangle their dupatta, including people in my random sing alongs, linking our hands as i cross a busy street, smiling at them as they sit across me (mistaking me for their friend), sliping into their mother tongue as they speak so their mind eases, helping them cover their hickeys and dark circles, helping them hide their clothing from the security guard in from on our college, doing small hand drawn doodles on their face as they giggle with their friends. oh how i love being a passerby that left a mark on them, so they remember me and greet me when they see me.

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

this game is gonna be so good,also love how most of the predictions for the cookies name were correct(excluding the lactose group)

[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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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.”