#samu

[skullvgirl]

bllk boys as ' you changed the theme to love '

incl. nagi, isagi, reo, bachira, chigiri, kuni, barou, shidou

warnings. fem reader, suggestive

an's. posting so i wake up too notifications 😔🤟, anyways barou fic out soon 😍 stay tunes homies

an's. my masterlist

nagi ིྀ

isagi ིྀ

reo ིྀ

bachira ིྀ

chigiri ིྀ

kunigami ིྀ

barou ིྀ

shidou ིྀ

[kittydied0-o]

just discovered your blog and RAAAH it's so good!

can I request bsd men with a reader who is always up late at night and send them shit like "im bored" at 4 am?

thank youuu

Random late night texts

Chuuya x dazai x atsushi x akutgawa x Fyodor x nikolai x sigma x Poe x Rampo X reader ! SEPARATE !

Warnings: none rlly :p

Made by @kittydied0-o do not repost my work!! Reblogs and support is greatly appreciated!!

RAHHH ONE OF MY FAVOURITE REQUESTS YET TYSM💞(⁠^⁠^⁠)

[dira333]

Home-made Spa - Osamu x Reader

for @emmyrosee as a treat.

When's the last time Osamu has been able to say no to you? He honestly can't remember.

Just yesterday you asked for the last piece of his Pizza - after you claimed you weren't hungry - and he couldn't say no then either. It's just the way you smile up at him, all innocence and eagerness, Puppy Dog Eyes and fluttering lashes.

So it's no surprise he can already feel his resolve weaken.

"Please?" You ask, waving a bottle of something around. "My stuff came and I watched loads of tutorials and now I feel like a certified cosmetician!"

Osamu sighs. He thinks of the meat and the veggies and the Tuna that's in the fridge, waiting for him to prepare Dinner. There's that movie he was going to watch with you, just scary enough that you'd climb into his lap and stay there the whole hour, but not scary enough that you'd hit him in your sleep.

"It's totally okay if you don't want to-" You start and that's always the part where you get him. Because it's not okay to leave you hanging.

"No, no, we can totally do it." He drops his bag and slips out of his shoes, scratching the back of his head as he walks over. "Do I need to shower first?"

-

His stomach's growling but he can't complain, resting with his head in your lap and a warm towel slung over his chest. He could probably fall asleep instantly, if not for his growing hunger.

"Okay, so at first we have to do a grounding touch-" You start and he can't help but flinch when you press your hands against his neck, your fingertips ice cold as usual.

"Sorry, Samu!"

But it gets better after that, even though playing with oil and other liquids on the Couch feels a little weird.

Your touch is soft, your hands getting warmer by the second.

"Now I'm supposed to let you know that this product has a specific smell that's supposed to activate all your senses." You giggle as you hold your hands in front of his nose.

Osamu sniffs and his stomach growls in tune. "Is that lemon? Rosemary? Oh, and Grapefruit."

"How did you figure that out with one sniff? You're scary smart!"

He chuckles at that. "Those three are pretty easy to identify. What does the stuff itself do?"

"Uh," you hesitate. "I kinda forgot. But it says..." He opens his eyes when you fall quiet only to watch you upside-down, trying to read the fine print on a bottle. "Phyto-Boost Activator. Activates your skin."

"That sounds like I'm becoming a Transformer."

"Maybe you are. Osamu Prime, here to save humanity from bad skin."

He laughs. "Tsumu can be the evil Megatron with his pimply back."

"Totally."

-

"Aaand we're done." Your hands leave his hair and it takes him a minute to come back to his senses. That head massage has made him see stars.

"Already?" He asks, a little groggy from dozing off midway. "How do I look?"

"Positively glistening."

"Glistening? That sounds weird."

"No, no, you look great. Just uh... shiny." You push your lower lip forward as you take him in and he already feels guilty. Surely he did something wrong.

"It was great though, Babe. It felt amazing?"

"Really?" You beam. "Can we do it the other way around next?"

"Sure-" His stomach interrupts, loud enough that you're able to hear it this time. "But maybe after dinner?"

[coszmoes]

bf texts from jabber | — ❀

warnings ;; none

incl ;; jabber wronger

note ;; i was there when he texted these, #canconfirm

jabs !! ( block this number )

you : i bet you're wild in person

him : yeah i got rabies n shit

you : tf

him : sorrh, i can be trusted i promise

you : gn drug dealer ᡣ𐭩

him : im not a drug dealer ? ᴖ̈

you : not yet, who knows what type of shit you could get into, i gotta stay prepared

him : for what?? IM NOT A DRUG DEALER ??

you : NOT YET

him : you are ruining my tough guy personality 😷

you : whose a good boyyy

him : meeee :3

him : lol, guess what

you : bitch with the way you live I have no fucking idea

him : wyd

you : i hate small talk

him : im in love with u

you : thats more like it.

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[ahsoka4life]

I'm so close to making my own haikyuu/jjk samus coz I need to be fed for my underrated fave that have literally no content online. Like ISTG I have the apps downloaded and my finger just hovers over them every now and again.... I just might start one today... Maybe...

[vanityangel]

[tsikli]

some plate tectonics

50 mya intervals

[kingdaddydaichi]

Your breath hitches every time Osamu drives his cock into your squelching pussy, the lewd noises of your slurping cunt fueling his thrusts. His fists anchor him to the counter on either side of you; your wrists pressed pathetically between your titties as they drag across the stainless-steel surface.

“Fuck, yer fat pussy’s swallowin’ my whole dick, pretty girl,” he growls between clenched teeth. His pretty grey-brown eyes fluttering as they roll back in his head.

He fucks his needy cock into your greedy pussy a few more times before he pulls out and orders you onto your knees in front of him. “Open yer slutty mouth,” he commands. “Get ready to eat m’cum, sweet thing…”

You squeeze your naked tits together as he looks down at you, thick eyebrows knitted as he tugs on his angry cock. Without breaking eye contact, you stick your tongue out and begin flicking it along his dark, leaking slit. That seems to do the trick if the fact that he throws his head back is anything to go by. Wringing his swollen cockhead in his fist, Osamu’s first thread of hot cum ejects onto your waiting face.

“Fuck yeah, I’ma give you the prettiest facial. Keep that fuckin’ mouth open, babe!” His hot cum continues to streak across your face before he dips the twitching tip of his dick into your mouth. Squeezing one of his nipples between the fingers of one hand, he uses the other to wipe the last dribbles of his orgasm off onto your pliant tongue.

[inkujira11]

AGENT U.N.I.T.I

"A mysterious red titan who's existence was kept in secret until June of 2024 after a world changing battle with two other titans. Created with the purpose to serve as a balance between the Earth and the Inner Core, he remains the planet's territorial guardian trying to keep the two worlds running in their natural orders which involve putting any demon, alien, robot or soldier to rest if needed, along with feeding on radiation to keep him sustained and powered."

god i hope this will be the last time I remaster this guy he's been through too much LMAO

[zumicho]

i am perfectly happy with this as long as akaashi was not an option 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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[skullvgirl]

bllk boys + shit ive seen on pinterest ིྀ(2)

—w/: shidou, bachira, sae, chigiri & kunigami

—warnings/: fem reader, suggestive

-—authors notes: some filler so i stay active

shidou ᡣ𐭩

bachira ᡣ𐭩

sae ᡣ𐭩

chigiri ᡣ𐭩

kunigami ᡣ𐭩

-—authors notes: this was supposed to be longer but i ddint feel like fighting with tumblr's mobile image capacity so here we are ；￣Д￣)

-—authors notes: 100 followers special out soon, its not just head cannons so i have tuh lock for it, in gimme some time yall 🙏 i promise im working hard

[kittydied0-o]

Guys I rlly wanna make another samu but I don't know what to make base it of so requests would be heavily appreciated!!

[dira333]

Roommates - Atsumu Miya x reader

From my Haikyuu Request game - requested by D.

Atsumu is already in the kitchen when you come home.

“Samu?” You yell through the apartment. “Your brother is eating my snacks again!”

“There’s no name on it!” Atsumu cuts in before Osamu can interject. “I checked.”

“Yeah, but you can’t read.” You drop your stuff on the kitchen counter and squint at the package in his hand.

“Never mind, that’s Samu’s.”

“Told you!” Atsumu gloats right until you smack him in the head with a packet of ground coffee.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.”

He mutters and grumbles but he stays where he is, chewing down the expensive cheese crackers Osamu seems to buy in builk.

You keep pretending he’s not here, knowing you’ll just lose your temper the second he makes you open your mouth. 

That strategy has been working well the last few months and if you can keep making it work you won’t have to find a different apartment to move into.

-

Atsumu is lounging on the Couch when you come back from jogging, sweat dripping in your eyes as you lean down to untie your shoes.

“Damn, you go out like that?” He asks and you fling your sweat-soaked towel at him, sucking in a smile when he shrieks in disgust.

“Don’t you have training to be at?” You ask, proud of your even tone.

“Got sent home because I kept throwing up.” He moans and you turn on your heel to glare at him.

“And you come here?”

“Yeah?” His voice comes out whiney and child-like. “It’s not like I can go home to my mom, that’s too far away.”

You decide to leave him on the couch, far away from you. 

Getting sick is the last thing you need right now. 

But you text Samu in the privacy of the bathroom, chewing your lip as you wait for his answer.

With all the fighting the boys have going on, you’ve picked up right away that they do care for each other, just in their own way.

By the time you’re out of the shower, Samu’s in the kitchen cooking something and Atsumu is curled up on the couch, a hot water bottle pressed against his middle.

“I’m out.” You tell Samu quietly, eyeing the bundle on the couch. “You need anything?”

“Can you get me the lecture notes from today? You know Sazama, she can give them to you.”

“Ooh, Sazama.” You wink at him. “I’ll be sure to mention that you’re still single.”

“Stop that.” Samu moves to hit your shoulder playfully but you step out of the way, content to see the blush on his cheeks. You knew it.

-

Atsumu’s pretending that he’s not in your room and you’re getting sick of it.

“You know you’re not allowed in here.” You remind him from where you’re sitting at your desk, typing furiously as you try and finish that train wreck of an assignment.

“I’m not ‘in here’.” He emphasizes from where’s standing in the open door. You can see his reflection in the window if you squint and his left foot is clearly overstepping into your room.

“You are. You’re just exploiting the fact that I can’t get up right now to close the door.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He whistles a tune, leaning further into the doorframe.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“No.”

You bite your tongue when your mind supplies another question. You don’t have time for this.

You manage to lose yourself to your focus but his voice pulls you out of it again.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“What?” You almost flinch at the sound behind you. “Sorry, what did you say?”

The look on his face is something you haven’t seen on him before. He pushes himself off the doorframe before you can place it. 

“I’ll get you some water.”

“Uh, thank you?” You start before realizing that he’s going to use it as a ploy to step further into your room, the only space in the apartment you’ve managed to keep away from him - so far.

“Wait, I’ll get it myself.” You rush after him.

-

You’re not surprised to have one of the twins turn up in your room at their own birthday party. You’re just surprised it’s Atsumu.

“You’re reading?” He asks as the door of your room clicks shut behind him and he sags into your desk chair.

“Yep.” You turn a page, deciding that you can be civil for a day and not throw him out.

“What’s it about?”

“It’s for Class but it’s kinda interesting.” You take a sip of your water but his eyes stay locked onto you. Okay, that’s weird.

You clear your throat awkwardly and try to summarize the book, only to stop in the middle of your sentence.

“Okay.” You say and lower your book further to glare at him. “Spill. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs. “Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that shit. You’re the social butterfly in this household. Why are you not with the others?”

“Can’t just come and check in on you?”

“It’s your birthday party, Atsumu.”

“Why do you never call me by my nickname?” The question comes out of left-field and you’re left gaping at him for a moment before you can form a single word.

“What?”

“You call Samu Samu and Suna is Rin. And just now you called Captain Shin. But you always call me Atsumu.”

“Shin’s my cousin.” You remind him and he rolls his eyes.

“That’s not what I was getting at.” 

Yeah. You know that. You just don’t want to think about it.

“Will you go back to the party if I come with you?” There’s that thing again, moving over his face like a shadow, too fast to decipher. But he nods and gets up, stretching his hand out to help you out of bed.

“Pajamas good enough for your party?” You joke.

“Seriously? I’m afraid you don’t have anything better in your closet anyway.”

He ducks out of your reach just in time.

-

Tsumu is sitting in front of your apartment door, when you get home, head hanging low.

You don’t have to text Samu, you already know the score. MSBY lost and you don’t know what’s worse for him. Losing or losing by an inch, knowing he could have won.

“Hey.” You tap his boots with your own. “I was going to watch that awful movie you’ve kept talking about. Want to watch it with me and make it more bearable with your commentary?”

He looks tired and spent when he raises his head but he nods.

You stretch out your hand for him and he eyes it for a moment before taking it, allowing you to pull him up.

He’s quiet when you prep the snacks, always two steps behind you in the kitchen.

On a different day, you’d yell at him for it, tell him to at least get the drinks ready. But not today.

He settles heavily on the couch, his knee knocking into yours as you make yourself comfortable.

You pull a blanket over your lap and pretend that this is fine. Everything is fine.

Five minutes into the movie his head falls heavy onto your shoulders and you let out a sigh that’s been caught in your chest for months now.

In two hours Samu is going to be home.

In four hours you’ll go to bed and pretend that everything is fine. That you don’t care at all about Tsumu sleeping on the couch, heartbroken and tired after a loss.

Something slips in your chest as if a dislocated joint finally finds its home again, and you dig your elbow into Tsumu’s side.

“What?” He grumbles and you swallow what’s left of the knot in your throat.

“Get up. You can sleep in my bed.”

“What?”

“I won’t offer again.” 

You know you’re fighting a losing battle the moment he slips under your covers like he’s always been supposed to be there.

You know you’ve already lost when he curls around your side, his head on your shoulder, his arm a heavy weight across your stomach.

It feels like this is how it’s supposed to be.

-

Tsumu’s in your bed when you wake up, unfairly long lashes fluttering over sunkissed cheeks, nose crunched up in his sleep.

You turn slowly, partly to protect your poor heart from this sight so early in the morning, partly to get your phone.

You’ve got two messages from Samu.

“Hey, I know Tsumu was here but I can’t reach him. How was he when he left?”

The other, sent twenty minutes later, has your cheeks aflame.

“His shoes are still here? I think I’ll steer clear of your room tonight.”

You press your phone to your chest, too embarrassed to think of a response, knowing you’ll come face-to-face with him soon anyway. 

Movement to your left pulls your attention back to the situation at hand.

Tsumu’s blinking at you.

Like this, in the early morning light, he looks like innocence personified. 

He looks like Sunshine and easy laughter, like dancing in the rain.

He looks like someone who could break your heart and you’d let him do it.

That’s why you pull away, push yourself to the edge of the bed to get out, away, before this mess can get any messier.

His hand catches yours before you can, though.

“Stay.” He asks.

“Tsumu.” You plead. 

You can hear the smile on his lips when he speaks.

“You’re calling me Tsumu.”

You shrug, cradling your heart in your hand, your back towards him to protect what’s left of it.

“Could you love me?” He asks, voice low and soft. “Like, not right now, I know that’s not possible, but, in the future? Is there a chance you could like me at least? I mean you’ve let me sleep in here and I know I’m a mess but-”

“I already love you.” Your voice is so quiet you hope he hasn’t heard you. But his grip on your hand tightens and you know he didn’t miss a word.

-

Tsumu is already in the kitchen when you come home.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you eating my snacks again?!”

“They’re Samu’s!” Atsumu grins at you from across the counter, cheeky and undeterred. “I checked.”

“I heard that!” Samu yells from the living room. “Give them back.”

“Come and get them.” Tsumu taunts as he leans forward to kiss you. You block him with a hand on his chest.

“Not the cheese crackers, Tsum. They smell so bad.”

“But baby!” He whines. “I want a kiss!”

“Brush your teeth first, then we’re talking.” You tell him flatly and he pouts before dropping the crackers and leaving for the bathroom.

You get back to putting the food away, grinning at Samu when he steps into the kitchen, an impressed look on his face.

“I never thought that would work.”

“Well, your cheese crackers are safe. Now keep your end of the deal.”

“Fine.” He huffs and grabs the opened bag of crackers from the counter. “Apartment is yours till tomorrow. Onigiri are already in the fridge.” 

You roll your eyes at him. "We could order Pizza. Tsumu will survive without your food for one day."

"Tsumu can what?" Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you back into your boyfriend, his minty fresh breath ghosting over your face as he put his head on your shoulder.

He eyed his brother.

"What are you still doing here? Don't you have a Date with Sazami?"

"It's my apartment too, you know!" Samu grumbled but he did not sound half as mad as he could get.

“Bye Samu. Stay away Samu.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[hotvinimon]

Atsumu : Can I bother ya for a second?

Osamu : Well... ya always bother me but go ahead.

[ahsoka4life]

So It Goes introductions: students + the drop out

Main masterlist

Fun facts about the students+ drop out!!

Noya was a sports major before he dropped out which he did because he couldn't see himself in a sports related job in the future and freaked out

He now just works at a record store and a manger tho he has no idea what he's doing

Yachi increased the amount of times she goes out so she can hang with kiyoko more

Tanaka is still worried about their girl time coz he thinks they're plotting something

Hinata and noya are so sick of it they just block it out atp

Noya Tanaka and Yachi live together and hinata lives with kuroo and kenma after yaku got kicked out by the landlord

Technically kiyoko lives in dorms but she spends most nights at Tanaka's

Noya already had bought tickets to see the Y/N tribute act beforehand and was going to gaslight them into seeing it if they said no

He loves her music it's his guilty pleasure

He has to Google translate some of her lyrics to understand them tho rly just likes the melody and Japanese parts

Noya loves love island but not because he thinks it's bad but because he likes to imagine what he would do if he was there

Tanaka has come out of his room before to make him turn it down coz noya works a late shift and stays up too late

Noya is yet to tell his family he dropped out and is just going to say he's going on a mid collage gap year when the school year should end

He honestly does pretty well money wise to say he dropped out a month ago

[vanityangel]

MACHO MAN: "Don't know if I'm flattered or not. I think I'm... NOT flattered!" BOBBY HEENAN: "Just be glad you're not on a stick." MACHO MAN: "You're right about that."