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Keep talking about poly!sunaosa and my life is yours

whenever rintarou is coming home (whether he's got a break in his training/game schedule, a long weekend, the off-season is starting, etc.) there's a palpable hum of anticipation that buzzes through your sunny osaka apartment.

osamu is whistling while he gets ready for work early in the morning, smiling into the brim of his coffee cup as he tucks yet another container of food into the fridge (one of rin's favourites) along with all the others he's been preparing the past few days. he leaves a note for you on the counter with a big lopsided heart, since he has to leave to get to the fish market long before you wake for the day, and another just next to it for rin, since he'll arrive before the restaurant closes, that says 'welcome home'—with another two lopsided hearts for good measure.

you're distracted all day at your own job, your sticky note with the lopsided love heart tucked in your pocket, chewing on the tips of your pens and tapping your foot under your desk. you keep a close eye on your phone, and grin every time suna sends you an update about where he is in his journey—if he's left yet, if he's at the station, on the train, on his way. he sends you photos throughout the day that only serve to rile you up more, to only make you more eager for his impending arrival. the clock always seems to be against you on these days—the minutes ticking by impossibly slow.

an hour before you get off work, you get another text, but your excitement is short-lived.

rin 👣 (new message): train's delayed and my phone's abt to die :(

rin 👣 (new message): think i forgot my charger too :(

'why's it delayed??' you send back, but suddenly your messages aren't being delivered. your phone clatters against your desk as you set it down and you sigh, a little frustrated but more disappointed than anything, before grabbing your notepad off your desk and heading towards the conference room where the rest of your colleagues have already started gathering for your end of day meeting.

you still haven't heard anything from rin by the time you're leaving work, and though you may be disgruntled, you figure there's no use in dwelling on it. you make your short commute home with your chin tucked into the collar of your coat—the wind outside is cool and nipping at your cheeks—and wish you'd brought a scarf with you to work that day.

you're halfway up the stairs to your apartment when you hear it:

the opening to that terrible anime that suna likes so much.

the rest of the trek up the staircase is a blur, and when you throw open the front door to your home, you're immediately met with warmth, the sound of running water, and the hum of the television—all telltale signs of life.

"rin?" you call out, your voice breathless from your run up the flight of stairs and your excitement.

the water stops and rintarou's head pops out from around the corner into the kitchen. he smiles when he sees you, and the pinch in your cheeks makes you realize that he's returning your own.

you drop your bag, and don't even spare the time to take your shoes off before you're leaping through the genkan and hurtling yourself into his arms. rintarou has to move quickly, but he doesn't falter—catching you when you hop up and wind your arms around his neck, your legs circling his waist. he lifts you easily, and when you kiss him you feel the click of teeth because neither of you have managed to subdue your smiles yet.

"welcome home," rintarou mumbles into your lips, and it makes you laugh.

you pull away to take a good look at him, brushing a bit of his hair back from his eyes.

"shouldn't i be saying that?" you ask him.

"by all means," he nods, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

you lean down to kiss him again, softer this time, and less frenetic. as your kiss deepens, you taste salt on his tongue. rintarou's hands slip down from your waist to grip the back of your skirt—that's ridden up considerably in your current position. when you pull away again neither of you are grinning anymore, but you're just as happy. "welcome home, rin."

your boyfriend carries you into the kitchen while you cling to him, laughing into his shoulder and urging him to put you down. he does, eventually, plunking you down onto the counter next to an empty takeout container—one of the ones osamu had left in the fridge for rin to eat when he came home. rintarou slips your shoes off your feet for you, and you're still giggling and trying to squirm away, and he takes them to the genkan to set them in the shoe rack for you before returning and slotting himself between your legs.

"i didn't think you'd be home," you say to him between kisses. they're just pecks, but they're insistent and unrelenting. you can barely get more than a word in before he's kissing you again. "you said the train was delayed."

rintarou's brow furrows. "only by fifteen minutes."

you swat his chest weakly, pouting a bit. "you didn't say that."

"phone died before i got the chance." rintarou ruffles his hair sheepishly, and you realize this is the first time you're seeing him in person since he got it trimmed. it's considerably shorter than the last time you saw him—a quick trip up to nagano that you made alone a few weeks prior to go to one of his home games. you reach up and trace your fingers through the dark strands idly as he speaks. "i was gonna plug it in when i got home, but i couldn't find a charger."

you took your phone charger to work with you that day, and samu must have taken his too. you accept his justification, given the circumstances. you slump forward, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

he smells like he always does—like laundry detergent and the deodorant he's been using since high school. he's warm and sturdy, and the chill of your walk is all but forgotten as you press yourself closer and leach his body heat from him. he's familiar. he's home.

"i'm glad you're here," you murmur into his throat, twisting your fingers into the material of his t-shirt and clinging to him like your life depends on it—like holding him this tightly makes up for all the time you were apart.

suna hums against your temple, his own hands brushing up and down your back. "me too."

something changes then without warning. the affection in the air seems to grow a little heavier, more palpable. the way rintarou is pressed between your legs feels less unconscious than it did before. you feel his fingers slip up underneath the hem of the blouse you wore to work, and you can't help the way your breath hitches when you feel his fingertips against your skin.

you nuzzle into the crook of his neck to hide your burning cheeks.

"i should shower," you murmur, almost shyly—though the days of any kind of modesty between you are long gone. you feel suna's forefinger trace a shape against your spine. a heart, like the ones on the sticky notes osamu left for you both that morning. you peek up at suna through your lashes and see his cheeks have gone an infuriatingly sweet shade of pink.

he wets his lips with his tongue as he watches you closely. the food osamu left him in the fridge did nothing to sate the hunger you see behind his eyes.

"can i come too?"

you laugh, and then you nod, and then suna helps you down off the counter and lets you lead him towards your bathroom by the hand.

how could you say no, when he's asked so nicely?

besides, osamu always takes the day after rintarou comes home off work, so with the promise of a long night ahead of you, what's the harm in starting now?

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Let the endless sea call out to you (let the changing tides bring you home)

Day 3 of Thank You, Haikyuu - event masterlist here

pairing: miya osamu x reader (gn) x suna rintarou

length: 9.2k

genre: pirate au !! fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: osamu is kidnapped but uuuh kindly yk, they all fall in love so it's fine, there's some brotherly tension between the miya twins but it's resolved

a/n: guys I wrote this entire thing in one sitting today I feel like I need to go put my brain in an ice bath now but this is only day three ?

tags: @love-and-lore

Osamu thinks, not for the first time, that he'd give anything to be out there on one of those trading ships, sailing out to the wide open sea and disappearing into the glimmer of the setting sun. He dreams of it, much to his father's dismay, his nights being filled with images of a rocking, wooden hull and the flying flags of a ship that he can call his own - of a life that he can call his own.

But Osamu is not his brother. He was not given the chance to run off to sea. He sits, instead, in his bed of silken sheets and embroidered pillows as maids brush his hair and smooth down his blankets.

He's wondering, in a bored and weary sort of way, what would happen if he just ran off in the night, when a commotion breaks out down the hall. The noises have him sitting up, the sounds of screaming and swords clashing and then suddenly cannon fire reverberating off the walls and into him as he scrambles out of bed and pulls a plush robe on over his night clothes as the maids panic around him. He knows what this is - he's heard the stories, heeded the warnings… these are pirates.

And Osamu is a prize worth his weight in gold.

The maids right themselves remarkably quickly, rushing around him to shove him out of his room and down the hall, babbling about how he needs to run, needs to get out of here and away from all of this and never come back and… Osamu should be scared. He is, probably. But he has an open door for the first time in his life and all he can see is a way out, a way up, a way beyond.

Unfortunately, however, he's still the pampered, spoiled son of a governor, and he finds himself ill-equipped for running out into the streets in his slippers. He's reminded, rather sharply, of his uselessness when he's swiftly outpaced and outmatched by one of his assailants, strong arms wrapping around him and hauling up easily away from his home. 

He should do something, he thinks - he should kick harder or scream louder or bite or shove or… but the image of the house he grew up in fades as he's dragged further away, through the streets and towards the towering, shadowed ship sitting in the bay. Osamu thinks, in his first real moment of panic, that the stories aren't nearly as frightening as reality is. As he twists to glance over the shoulder of his captor, past his tousled, dark hair and towards his life, he realizes that he can't see his house anymore, that the wooden planks of a pirate ship that slip beneath his slippered feet are the furthest he's ever been from home. 

When he finds himself surrounded by shoving, shouting corsairs crowding around him with loaded guns and sharpened swords and all manner of malice, Osamu thinks that maybe home wasn't so bad, that sitting in the safety of his plush bed and pretending that he was somewhere else was kinder than whatever fate he now holds. 

"Gentlemen" a booming voice sounds over the commotion and the crew freezes, like a ripple has gone through them at the new presence. They part slightly to let the speaker through, shuffling to create a gap like the sands of a beach crumbling easily beneath the power of the tide. And when Osamu sees you - well,  he knows enough of the world, at least, to know a captain when he sees one.

"We have a guest in our midst," you continue, standing tall in front of Osamu's shivering, meek form. "Let's all behave ourselves."

"Are we off, then?" The man holding onto Osamu's arms tightly asks you, and you turn shining, hungry eyes to him. 

"We have what we came for," you say simply. "Take us away."

"Weigh anchor!" The man holding onto Osamu shouts loudly enough to have him jumping, jostling the two of them while you look on, rather bemused. "Aran, mind the crew."

Osamu watches as the ship around him begins swimming with life, the crew nothing more than blurs of movement against the endless, blackened backdrop of the night sky. As he's pulled after you towards the ornate doors below the upper deck, Osamu cranes his neck to catch one last glimpse of the home that he's left behind. Something painful happens to his heart as he's met with the sight of his father's house when the ship begins to rock and tip and pull out of the bay - as the structure stands, smoking and burning and disappearing into the darkness beyond his reach.

But then you swing open the double doors and he's pushed gently into the warmth of the cabin, his captor closing the latch firmly behind the three of you. Osamu thinks, once more, of the books he's read - of the ones he's hidden in a chest at home and pulled out in the evenings with no witness other than the faint flickers of candlelight in his room. He thinks of the pirates in those stories, of the captain's quarters with their ornate tables and feasts laid out.

The one sitting on the grand table in front of him, he finds as he's led gently further into the room, is strikingly similar. 

"Bring him to his room, Rin," you say easily, settling yourself into a large, plush chair, the red of the crushed velvet striking against the endless oil lamps scattered around the room. "Let him get ready."

Osamu's opening his mouth to ask you what in god's name he's getting ready for when he's pulled more by Rintarou past the table and through one of the elaborately carved doors and further into the belly of the ship. When your first mate leads him into a bedroom of sorts, he's… admittedly shocked. When the man pulls open the top of a chest and gestures to the clothes inside, showing endless stacks of richly coloured, embroidered fabrics, Osamu finds himself largely confused.

"Change if you'd like," Rintarou says as he leaves, pulling the door closed behind him. "You'll be dining with the captain tonight." 

And so, a muffled sort of stillness follows, nothing but the vague shouts of the crew outside and the gentle rocking of the sea against the hull can be heard as Osamu stares at the door - at the unlocked door and the shadow of Rintarou disappearing from the other side. As he spins to look into the chest that had been open, something lurches in his heart as he recognizes silks and colours from across the world, pieces of clothing that only his father could afford. 

They're stolen, he reminds himself in a panicky sort of way. Just like him.

He's sort of… surprised by himself - sort of impressed by the way he slams the chest closed and rips open the door, stomping out to where the two of you are lounging at the table, plucking fresh grapes off of stems and sipping on dark wine. You look up at him when he enters, a mild sort of bemusement painting your face as he scowls and crosses his arms and glares down through his dampened robe and wet slippers. 

"I don't know who you think you are," he spits angrily. "But I'm not some ransom for you to keep locked away and used for bait. My father won't pay a price for me - you're wasting your stupid time." You hum thoughtfully at his words, not much bothered by the outburst. When in the company of pirates, Osamu thinks weakly, this probably isn't much. 

"Do you drink, Osamu?" You ask lightly, pouring wine into a gilded, golden cup and standing with it.

"No," he sniffs indignantly as you approach him, holding it out to him expectantly. He gawks at it, just a bit, at the dark red wine shining off of the gold.

"Perhaps you should start," you say dryly, but when Osamu just looks up at you and glares, you sigh, turning to set the cup at an empty place at the table before gesturing for him to sit and moving back to your own chair.

Rintarou sits silently in his place next to you, watching through sharp, quick eyes as Osamu hesitantly steps forward to slowly sink into his seat, wrapping his robe tighter around his waist.

"I have no interest in your father," you say simply, gesturing to Rintarou and watching as he stands to take Osamu's empty plate, filling it with whatever he pleases from the table. Osamu, all the while, can't help but gawk just a bit at the spectacle of it all, at the delicacies that he knows can only be found in far-off corners of the world.

He wonders with a hint of longing tugging at his heart what it must be like to live the way that you do, to sail on and on and away.

"As I was saying," you say dryly, apparently aware of Osamu's wondering thoughts. He feels heat rise to his cheeks as he stares down at the full plate now set in front of him and then up to Rintarou as he slides back into his seat. "A governer's ransom means little to me… I'm not concerned with petty little money trades."

"Little?" Osamu splutters, a touch of indignation colouring his voice. Rintarou just laughs, though, and you pointedly gesture around.

"Well, it's not as if I need it, is it?" You ask coyly. Osamu has no choice but to shut his mouth at that, staring at the gold leaf across the table and the rubies on your ringed fingers. "No," you continue. "I'm after something much bigger than that these days… and you're going to help me get it."

Osamu's about to open his mouth to tell you how wrong you are, that he has nothing to offer and nothing to take and you're better off dumping him back home, when the door swings open and one of the crew steps through.

"Captain," he says in greeting.

"Speak, Aran."

"The course has been chartered… we're well on our way out to deep sea. Are we still going…" Aran trails off as his eyes flicker over to Osamu. He clears his throat and straightens. "Same course as before?"

"Yes," you say simply, and that's all that's needed for Aran to duck out of the cabin and close the door swiftly behind him, leaving the three of you in silence once more. 

"What is it that you want from me?" Osamu's voice is smaller, weaker than he'd like it to be, but you merely fix your eyes on him and look him up and down for a moment before leaning back in your chair and sipping your wine.

"Tonight? Nothing," you offer. "Eat, rest, let your legs get used to the sea… there's nothing more to be done for the night." Osamu, at the finality in your words, finds himself feeling… small, all of a sudden, like it's all just starting to sink in. He's alone and in danger, on a ship full of pirates, sailing toward a coast unknown to him. The worst part of it all, he thinks rather sullenly, is that he knows that no one will come for him.

It's three days later that you try again, seated with Osamu and Rintarou at that grand table in what Osamu's learned is the captains' quarters, a series of halls and rooms deep within the body of the ship that serves as your private space. It's made him begin to realize, after days of wandering and snooping, just how huge the vessel is. 

He'd thought, through his limited knowledge of these seas, that only the pirate lords of old had ships this size and gold in these quantities. He supposes, as he grips onto the side of his chair as waves crash and the ship sways, that the fiction of the life that he'd left behind had to be incorrect somehow. 

"How's your brother, Osamu?" You ask him as he sits, watching him wince as he tries, still, to acclimatize himself to the constant movement of the floor beneath him and the never-ending sound of wine being poured into his cup.

"I beg your fucking pardon?" He scowls. You just smile, a menacing and knowing sort of thing. 

"I do hope he enjoyed his wedding anniversary. What's it been now - three years?" You continue, watching Osamu carefully as he pales even more at your words. 

"What do you want with my brother?" He curses himself for the waver in his voice, for the fear creeping up to him. But he hadn't really thought, in the days that he'd spent here, that this could have anything to do with Atsumu. 

"Oh, not much," you say flippantly, waving your hand in a dismissive manner. "But his husband? What a catch, marrying the man who controls ocean-bound trade routes across the world."

"If you have a point, can you fucking get to it?" Osamu snaps. The walls, as they sway, seem to close in on him and he feels nausea roll through his stomach as he starts to piece it all together. He hasn't heard from his brother in over a year, the seas between them keeping them apart since Atsumu's marriage. But Atsumu's spoken about it briefly before, about the ships getting pillaged and shot down by pirates looking to loot and eager to steal from them.

Osamu has this horrible image, now, of his brother dying alone at sea because of information that he gives up and he feels seasick, the rocking motion of the ship making him queasy.

"Why do you think I know anything about that?" He offers weakly, his voice thin and quiet.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi," Rintarou chimes in. "Is the most powerful and influential merchant in our current world… and he is your brother-in-law. You're clever, aren't you, pet? You can put together what we want."

"No," Osamu all but shouts, standing from the table abruptly. "I can't - I won't tell you anything about him or Atsumu or anything else. You might as well give up now because you're getting nothing from me." That, he feels, is pretty final as he stomps away, but he supposes that slamming his door and locking himself away has less of an effect when his room is attached to yours. 

He's seen it, of course, where you go at the end of every night - he's caught a glimpse of the large, elaborate bed and the red, silk sheets. And he's seen, much to his initial shock, the way that Rinatarou trails after you loyally, content to spend the night with you always.

Well, Osamu supposes when he thinks about it, perhaps that explains why the two of you seem so in tune.

"He's stubborn," you snap, using one hand to try to slam your door closed behind you, only for it to be caught by Rinatarou as he follows after you.

"We have time to wear him down," he says easily as he closes the door gently behind him, sealing the two of you in the privacy of your room and watching as you sprawl across the bed, burying your head under one of the pillows there.  

Rintarou just laughs at the sight, moving to sit next to you and dislodge the pillow from your grip so that he can pull your head into his lap, instead, smoothing a hand through your hair. 

"I need those trade routes, Rin," you say quietly, your eyes flittering closed as the furrow between your eyes deepens.

"And you'll get them, treasure," Rintarou offers soothingly, smoothing a thumb between your brows to coax you to relax. "We have a long voyage yet ahead of us. We'll get what we need from him." You hum noncommittally at Rintarou's assurances, letting yourself relax further against him as the ship rocks you soothingly back and forth. 

"If I can control the trade routes, I can control the seas," you murmur quietly. Rintarou looks down at you in a long-suffering way, but you keep your eyes closed.

"I know, treasure," he says pointedly while you dutifully ignore him.

"It's the only thing left… it's the only thing I still need to get this," you continue. Rintarou rolls his eyes lovingly and leans down to kiss your forehead gently.

"And you'll get it," he whispers against you. When you shoot back an, "I'd better," he laughs, leaning to lay back on the plush bed and stare up at the arched, wooden ceiling. 

The days after that begin to stretch on endlessly for Osamu, with his dinners shared with you and Rintarou every night in your quarters, the two of you asking him endlessly for information on his brother and Kiyoomi's trading company. He never tells you anything, of course - including the fact that he and Atsumu haven't really spoken in years, the distance and the seas getting in between them. He doesn't tell you that he has no real idea what goes on in his brother-in-law's company or what Atsumu really does for it. Osamu gets a bit of a thrill from the whole thing, though, making the two of you think that he's smart - clever enough to play this mental game of chess that's stretched on and on. He feels a bit big, powerful as he sits opposite you and battles back and forth.

For the first time in his life, Osamu feels like he's someone, and he begins to find it addicting, the back and forth between the three of you, the swaying of the ship and the salt on his skin.

You've given him free rein to wander as he pleases, much to his shock, having just shrugged and pointed out that there's nowhere for him to really run off to when he'd asked about it. As he steps out onto the lower deck, the sun blazing down onto him and making him squint, he feels he really understands what you'd meant by that.

Osamu spins around rather helplessly, eyes widening as he stares out past the ropes and wooden rails of the ship and out towards the endless sea that stretches in every direction. There is no land in sight, he realizes weakly. There is just him and a crew of pirates and a horizon that stretches on and on and beyond. 

In his dazed, spiralling state, it's Rintarou that he ends up bumping into, slamming into the man's chest and leading him to shoot his arms out and grab Osamu by the waist to stop him from teetering over. Rintarou opens his mouth, most likely to chastise him, but then he sees the wild look in Osamu's eyes and softens a bit in understanding. 

"Come up here with me," he jerks his head towards the upper deck behind him, but as he makes his way towards it, Osamu stays rooted to the spot. "Come on, pet," Rintarou calls. "This will make you feel better… hopefully." That doesn't instill much confidence in Osamu, but it's still enough to have him running after Rintarou, up the steep, ladder-like steps toward the back of the ship.

It's Aran who's lazily leaned against the helm when they get up there, one hand loosely holding onto the wheel while he blows a sigh out through his lips. He straightens at the sight of them and Rintarou just waves him away, taking his place at the helm, instead. 

"Come here, pet," Rintarou calls to Osamu, who scowls and stomps towards him.

"Don't call me that," he snaps. Rintarou just grins in that lazy way of his.

"But you did come, didn't you?" Osamu opens his mouth to retort, but Rintarou's grabbing the front of his shirt to pull him to stand in front of the helm and grip the wheel before he can speak, the man's rough, calloused palms covering Osamu's smooth, delicate hands.

Osamu clears his throat, feeling the heat of Rintarou's front against his back as he grips the wheel tightly.

"What are we doing?" He asks quietly, and he knows that if he could see Rinataoru, he'd catch the sly smirk he's sure the man is sporting.

"You're steering the ship," he says simply. "It's nicer up here, isn't it? Feels a bit less like being lost." Osamu stares out at the line of infinity where water meets sky and realizes, quite abruptly, that he really has relaxed a bit. 

"Won't the captain mind?" He asks in lieu of answering. Rintarou just laughs.

"The captain doesn't mind anything that I do." Osamu splutters at the coyness in Rintarou's voice, moving to whirl on him and chastise him, but Rintarou keeps his hands firmly over Osamu's, forcing him to stay steady on the helm.

"You don't all have to be so crude all the time," Osamu mumbles. Rintarou grins.

"You're on a pirate ship, pet. You'd best get used to it." He offers. Osamu just huffs and stomps his feet, but now that it's been brought up, he can't help the nagging feeling tugging at his gut.

"For how long?" He asks quietly.

"Hm?"

"How long will I be here?" Rintarou's quiet for a moment at Osamu's question, his palms gently pushing to correct the ship's course against Osamu's hands.

"It's difficult to pinpoint the distance of a moving target," Rintarou offers. "Three months, I'd say. Then, this will all be over for you."

"What?" Osamu scoffs, "Are you gonna take me home." 

"No," Rintarou says flatly, making Osamu scowl. "But we'll leave you with your brother. We have no intent to keep you here forever, pet." Osamu, however, has a hard time listening after his brother's mention. Of course, he thinks, you're after Atsumu and Kiyoomi's ship. 

This time, when he spins on his heel to face Rintarou, the pirate lets him, letting go of the helm just long enough to release Osamu's hands before he reaches for it again, effectively caging Osamu in while they stand chest-to-chest.

"What are you planning on doing once you get to him?" Osamu asks desperately, a panicky sort of tilt to his voice. Perhaps Rintarou's smile was supposed to be a comforting one - more indicative of reassurance and less of a shark catching the bloody scent of its prey.

"Negotiating," he says wickedly. Osamu feels his stomach roll as he crosses his arms, close enough now that Rintarou's chest presses against his forearms as he glares.

"How will you even find him?" Osamu challenges, but Rintarou just looks at him strangely.

"We've been keeping tabs on him and his standard routes for months. It's simple, really," he says flatly. Osamu spins around again to face the helm and smacks Rintarou's hands away, guiltily delighted when he obediently lifts his palms long enough to let Osamu settle back in and then dutifully covers his hands with his own once again.

"Three more months at sea like this?" Osamu asks quietly as Rintarou looks on, the sparkle of something proud and suspicious flitting through the pirate's eyes.

"Something like that," he murmurs in confirmation. Osamu looks out into the vastness of it all, the cold of the sea and the heat of the sun and the endlessness of the point where they meet. The air is salty and fresh on his tongue and he finds, in a longing sort of way, that this isn't really so bad. 

"Show me how to steer the ship," he says finally, a firm clarity ringing through his voice.

"You are steering the ship," Rintarou quips, his palms pressing gently against the backs of Osamu's hands to guide him.

"No," Osamu corrects unwaveringly. "Teach me properly." Rintarou's quiet for a moment, a thoughtfulness seeming to strike through him before he laughs and steps closer, his chest bumping into Osamu's back again.

"Oh, the captain's going to love this."

"You're not going to start a mutiny, are you?" Your voice, clear and amused, rings through the blanketing darkness of dusk, Osamu jerking up from where he was leaning against the helm while Rintarou lounges on a stack of crates nearby. Osamu huffs and hopes that the pink hue of the sunset surrounding the three of you hides the pink dusting of his cheeks as he shuffles where he stands. One month of Rintarou's firm, guiding hand has made him more confident than he thought he could be about something like this - about anything, really, but there's something about your hawk-like gaze that makes him shy.

"I'm not that sheltered," he quips instead. "Mutinies like that don't really happen, I know." His words make you laugh as you move to stand next to him, crossing your arms and leaning against the helm. 

"Is that what you think?" You say, your voice low and smooth in a way that Osamu now recognizes to mean that you're about to tease him for his pampered upbringing. 

"Is - I mean, they don't really happen, do they?" He asks haltingly, his eyes widening a fraction. You grin wolfishly and lean forward to put your face close to him.

"How else do you think I got the ship?" Rintarou laughs from his vantage point as he eyes the way Osamu's mouth drops open in shock.

"You - you stole this ship? You killed the captain?" He splutters. You rock back on your heels, giving him space as you put one hand gently onto his to correct his course. He tells himself, as he blushes and looks away, that he would've steered fine if not for your distractions. 

"Don't worry," Rintarou quips, as if he can hear Osamu's thoughts. "It still happens to me sometimes, too." You throw a mean grin over Osamu's shoulder towards Rintarou, but say nothing on the topic.

"I didn't kill the captain," you say instead. "He was alive when I left him - anything that happened after is up to the seas, not me." Osamu hums at your words, shifting his hold on the wheel as he considers your words. 

"Why are you telling me all this?" He asks quietly. You shrug, your face bathes in the dark violets and blues of the water as you stare out towards the horizon, the sun dipping below the endless line of the sea.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't?" You ask serenely. Osamu just frowns, following your gaze out toward the water and feeling the burn of something deep within his soul at the sight. He should be offended, he thinks, at the lack of concern you and Rintarou show for him. But really, he knows, his pampered life and stifling upbringing make him no more a threat than a child. Of course, you wouldn't be concerned. Of course, you wouldn't see him as a threat.

He should be upset about it, he thinks, as clouds roll over the open sky and throw shadows down onto the endless, rocking waters and the sun falls completely below the surface. But there is a hunger in him, instead, when he looks out at the vastness of it all -  a thirst that stirs deeply within him and demands to be fed. 

When he turns to look at you, he finds your eyes already trained on his face and a knowing sort of understanding settling in your small smile. 

"Well," you say, stepping away from him and making your way towards the stairs leading down from the upper deck. "Don't crash my ship while I sleep." Rintarou makes a mocking sort of sound, something that Osamu thinks must be his imitation of a ship hitting rocks and splintering, and the withering look you send over your shoulder just has him laughing.

Osamu, however, doesn't quip back. The salty sea breeze brushes through his hair and his hands are steady on the helm and he feels, for the first time, a sort of freedom - a desire stirring within him and a need for more. As Osamu settles into bed finally, hours later when Rintarou shoos him away and tasks Aran with the overnight duties, he feels that maybe he can make something of himself - maybe he can make something of this life.

But when the morning comes and he's greeted by a commotion on the lower deck, shouts and running heard, he thinks that perhaps he'd been lulled into a false sense of security. By the time he gets to the upper deck, you're at the helm shouting orders and he gathers, from all the scuffling, what's going on.

Another ship has been spotted, an easy target for your larger, swifter ship to overtake. Osamu's heart stutters in his chest as he reaches you, grabbing onto your arm with both of his hands as you look down at him, bewildered.

"Now's not really the time, pet -"

"Don't do this - you can't do this -" he begins, but your face morphs into confusion for a moment before a hard edge sets into your features.

"We're pirates, pet. This is what we do." He lets go of you at that, your words slamming into him enough that he stumbles on his own feet, leading you to shoot an arm out to grab him by the waist and haul him back against you so that he doesn't tip over while you steer with one hand. "If it makes you feel any better," you add distractedly. "They're also a pirate ship - just not one of ours. Any loot we grab from them was likely already plundered elsewhere."

"One of ours?" Osamu asks, bewildered. 

"One of mine," you correct. "They're not flying my fleet's flag."

"You have a fleet?" Osamu splutters. You glance at him, bemused, keeping your arm firmly around his waist as the hull of the ship tips and rocks at the mounting speed of the vessel.

"Yes, what did you think I had?"

"Just a ship."

"Well, I've got that, too," you point out just as Rintarou appears on the deck next to you, the knives strapped to his chest glinting under the blinding sun. Osamu sees them, sees the sword on your hip and the guns that you both carry and finds himself sick at the image of the two of you, dripping with blood and violence and something wild. 

"Take Osamu inside," you tell Rintarou, who nods and begins to pry Osamu off of you. "Send Aran down with him and make sure he stays." Osamu makes a wounded, panicked sort of noise as Rintarou begins to haul him away.

"You're locking me up again?" He yells desperately. You shoot him a long-suffering look, but the imminent contact with the other ship has you distracted as Rintarou leads him away.

"We're keeping you safe, Osamu," he says gently as he swings open the doors to the part of the ship that Osamu's begun to think of as home. "It doesn't do any of us any good if you end up dead."

"What about you?" If Osamu wasn't so frayed by the whole ordeal, he'd kick himself or the hysterical edge to his voice. But Rintarou just shrugs, unconcerned as he makes his way out, back up to the lower deck.

"You can watch from the window if you'd like," he says easily. "This shouldn't take long, really."

Yet again, Osamu learns that Rintarou's often right. The whole ordeal isn't nearly as drawn out as he'd thought it would be and as he watches from the safety of behind his small window, he realizes that it isn't as fatal as he'd anticipated, either. 

It's loud and brash and violent, yes, with cannons fired and swords drawn. But you don't… kill anyone, really. Once you have the crew of the boarded ship on their knees and stripped of their weapons, you stand in front of them with your hard gaze pinning them down as your crew hauls loot from their ship onto yours.

It's at this point that Osamu's decided that he's had enough of hiding and rips the door open, running out to join you on the deck - much to Aran's protests. You send him a scathing look that has him slinking away and Osamu's sure Aran will have a lovely conversation with you later about how he can't even keep a governor's son safely in his quarters.

Osamu isn't so concerned, though, as he listens to you speak to the captain of the ship you'd overtaken. 

"The nearest port is eight days to the south-east. We've left you enough water and rations for that much."

"You shattered our mast," the other captain spits. "We'll get nowhere like this."

"I splintered your mast," you correct, leaning down to look him in the eye where he kneels. "It still stands and the winds still blow. You'll be fine… if you make haste." With that, you jerk your head to Rintarou, who takes the signal to have the crew start hauling the prisoners to their feet and sending them back to their ship while you make your way up toward the helm.

Osamu scrambles after you, following as you make your way up and see Aran at the wheel.

"Captain, I -"

"Go take stock of the new rations," you say bluntly, expecting Aran to step out of the way and give you the helm. He does, rather swiftly, disappearing to the lower deck as Osamu stands and stares at you.

"Why didn't you kill them?" Osamu blurts, causing you to turn to him, your brows raised. "I wonder - you didn't even sink their ship."

"And I wonder when you became so bloodthirsty, pet," You say, an amused sort of air to your voice. Osamu rocks back on his heels, a shock of shame making him flinch as Rintarou steps up behind him, joining you at the helm as the crew raises the anchor, preparing to head back to your original course. 

"There's no point in being the only ship at sea," you explain to Osamu, seemingly unbothered by his assumptions. "Why control the waters if there's no one left to command, hm? It's an ecosystem, pet… I'm just aiming to be at the top of the food chain."

Things change a bit, Osamu finds, after that. He looks at you differently, sees the sword on your hip with a little less malice, gets a little less queasy when you and Rintarou pull out your guns at the dinner table to polish them. The meals you share become less… pointed - and Osamu can't really place when it went from an interrogation to a ritual, a habit built among the three of you to share these evenings together. He asks you to teach him, eventually, as the days continue to stretch on and on endlessly - he asks you to help him learn, to help him become something more than what he's always been.

You could never deny him anything, of course - something that Rintarou teases you for endlessly in the safe privacy of your bed. Osamu begins to learn the weight of a sword in his palm, how to block and how to counter. You're a difficult teacher, of course, and he often finds that by the time the sun sets, his arms ache and his hands are numb from the clanging pressure of your sword against his. But there are moments, throughout it all, when you correct his posture, when you let him get a good hit in - moments when your hands brush against his skin and you come close enough that he can feel your breath on his lips. 

Rintarou, meanwhile, teaches him how to shoot, lines up empty bottles on the railing and has Osamu try to hit the glass. He worries aloud, after countless failed attempts, that he's wasting bullets and gunpowder that should go to the crew. But you just shrug and stretch on your way past them and up to the helm.

"Take what you want," you say easily. "My crew always has what they need… I make sure of it." That last part does feel a bit pointed, and as Osamu stares at the pistol in his hands, he wonders what it must be like to really be part of this crew, to… to have a home out here.

But then Rintarou's beside him again, hands on Osamu's hips to adjust his stance as he murmurs quiet directions in his ear. When Osamu successfully shoots one of the bottles finally, the glass shattering into the sea below, he turns and throws his arms around Rintarou's neck in delight before he catches himself and tries to pull away. Rintarou just laughs, though, and says that it'll take more than one good shot for Osamu to become a real pirate.

As Rintarou steps closer again, though, helping him prep for the next shot, Osamu can feel his mind reeling at his words, can feel his soul spiralling with the weight of becoming.

Osamu wonders, as a ship is spotted over the horizon and a cheer breaks out somewhere, how Rintarou had pinpointed it so accurately. Three months into the voyage, the flag of Kiyoomi's trading empire is seen on the ship ahead of them, and it all begins to come crashing down on him. 

You and Rintarou are pirates, still. You may be kind to him, a fondness growing that's had you treat him as something far more important than a bargaining chip, but Osamu knows, now, that he must face the truth. 

You are pirates. You are here to overtake his brother's ship and take control of his brother-in-law's trading empire… and if there's one thing that Osamu's learned, it's that you don't take no for an answer when it comes to anyone other than him and Rintarou. 

Fortunately, Osamu's used to the scuffle of you overtaking another ship - he's grown accustomed to the shouts and chaos and stumble-inducing rocking of the ship. This time, of course, is different, but he stands by your side at the helm regardless, his hand firmly on your arm as a sort of anchor. 

Kiyoomi's vessel, while beautiful and capable, is nothing compared to yours, large and looming and commanding. His ship is overtaken, of course, an inevitable course of action that the sea splits to ensure. And when the gangplank is lowered and you and Rintarou step onto it, Osamu is quick to follow, trailing after the two of you and onto his brother-in-law's ship.

When he locks eyes with his twin, a few things happen. Atsumu looks healthy, bronzed and strong and dressed in fine silks as he stands regally by his husband's side. Envy and loneliness slam into Osamu's gut at the sight as he steps off the gangplank, Rintarou's hand reaching out to him as if by instinct, ensuring that he doesn't slip or fall.

But then, of course, Atsumu looks scared, terrified of the fact that his brother's been kidnapped by pirates and is about to be used as leverage against his husband - he's no idiot, he knows what this is about. But there's something… off about the whole thing. Osamu looks healthy, his hair bleached from the sun and shining from the salty air, his skin healthy and golden, his frame sturdy and built. When Osamu reaches out to his brother in a moment of longing, Atsumu catches sight of the thick callouses forming on his palms and his other hand held tightly by Rintarou - by a pirate.

Atsumu opens his mouth to say something, to shout and swear and cause some kind of commotion because his brother's been kidnapped when his husband puts a hand on his shoulder firmly and squeezes, a silent request to be still for just a moment longer.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi," you say as you step forward, your hand on the hilt of your sword where it rests on your hip. "You're certainly a difficult person to catch up to."

"I doubt there's a ship in these seas you couldn't catch eventually," Kiyoomi responds easily, holding an outstretched hand towards you. Atsumu and Osamu look on with matching, gawking expressions, and neither of them knows which part to be shocked more by - Kiyoomi's hospitality or your reciprocation. 

"I'd much rather discuss this in private," Kiyoomi continues, gesturing a hand to the ornate doors leading below the upper deck.

"By all means," you answer easily, your voice sharp and steady, and Kiyoomi leads you inside while Rintarou follows, leaving Osamu and Atsumu to stand and stare, the sun beating down on the two of them and shimmering on the endless seas surrounding them.

"You look well," Osamu says carefully, shifting on his feet.

"I…am," Atsumu answers haltingly. "Are you?" Osamu opens his mouth to respond, but Rintarou calls his name from the open doorway and Osamu's moving past his brother and towards the call of his name before either of them really realizes it. 

Atsumu's slow, after that, to join his husband and the others in their meeting, wine being poured into gilded cups and passed around as you speak with him.

"We've heard the rumours, of course," Kiyoomi is saying. "That the pirate lord is back… that the seas are shifting and the tides are changing."

"There is no pirate lord yet," you respond carefully, a measured sort of hunger in your voice. Kiyoomi hums thoughtfully.

"No, but it's clear that there soon will be… I am no fool," he says as he sits opposite you, Atsumu perching on the arm of his chair and staring at the way Osamu sits so naturally between you and Rintarou. "I know what stands between you and the title. Anyone who can control the trade routes… controls the seas. Fortunately, you also have something that I want."

"Oh?" You say questioningly, a coy note heard in your voice that suggests that you already know what Kiyoomi's suggesting. Osamu lets out a huff of laughter at your charade and Atsumu looks at him with a mortified sort of expression.

"Yes," Kiyoomi continues, then frowns in disapproval. "Kidnapping dear Osamu, I'd like to point out, was really very unnecessary. I'm not sure why you felt the need to do such a thing."

"I don't like to leave things to chance -" you've started to say, but Osamu's angry voice interrupts yours, much to your amusement.

"I'm fine, alright," he scoffs. "Nothing bad's happened to me, so you don't need to look at them like that. And why shouldn't they do something if it means making sure they get what they want?" Kiyoomi, with his everlasting stoicism, merely blinks at the outburst while you and Rintarou sport matching grins. Atsumu, on the other hand, feels like he might be sick, staggering from the sight of his brother, walking and talking and acting like a pirate.

"Well…" Kiyoomi continues. "We've been having problems with pirates - none from your fleet, I've noticed. Every ship plundered and sunk is profit that I'd rather not lose… and every trading ship from a company other than mine that you do sink is business that I'd like to take. I'm sure you see where I'm going with this."

"I do," you nod in affirmation. "Seems a pity that we both have these problems that could so easily be fixed. We ought to do something about that, I'd say."

"You know," Kiyoomi says thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair and sliding a hand comfortingly up Atsumu's thigh where he remains perched on the arm of his husband's seat. "I've never really been interested in selling shares, but if the right offer were to come along…" Atsumu gapes at his husband, grabbing his hand.

"To pirates?" He hisses. Kiyoomi lets his eyes fall onto Osamu, staring at the man as he straightens.

"No," he says easily. "I'd much rather keep it in the family."

"Me?" Osamu blurts out, and Kiyoomi hums and nods in confirmation.

"Well," you drawl, leaning back in your own chair so that you can throw an arm over Osamu's shoulders. "I'm sure we can work something out." Atsumu stands abruptly, stomping out towards the deck and slamming the door behind him. Kiyoomi stares for a moment, a tired sort of look on his face while Osamu twists around to stare at the door.

"So," you continue. "Control over the trading routes."

"And protection for my ships," Kiyoomi finishes.

"Not to mention more firepower than you'd ever need to knock out any competition," Rintarou chimes in. Kiyoomi grins like a shark smelling blood at the comment and you laugh.

"Well, Kiyoomi," you say light-heartedly as the man stands. "I've always thought you made a good businessman." 

As you and Kiyoomi spread various contracts between the two of you, preparing to hash out all of the details, Rintarou nudges Osamu with his elbow.

"Go to Atsumu," he says quietly, making Osamu frown, his heart clenching nervously.

"You don't want me here for this? It'll be my name on the contract," he says, clenching his fists at the whining, desperate note to his own voice.

"Of course, we want you here, pet," Rintarou assures, smoothing a hand over Osamu's hair while you squeeze his knee gently under the table. "But if your brother throws a fit and flings himself overboard I doubt we'll still have a contract to sign. Go, make amends with him. Nothing will be signed until you're ready."

With that, Osamu leaves the three of you to settle things, slipping outside to find his brother. Sure enough, Atsumu is standing by the railing, arms crossed and mouth downturned as he scowls up at the flag flying from your ship. Osamu moves to stand beside him carefully, walking slowly as he looks to his brother. 

"What happened to you?" Atsumu asks harshly. Osamu shrugs a bit.

"I became a pirate?" He offers. Atsumu whirls on him, glaring. 

"I'm not joking, Osamu," he spits. Osamu scoffs and crosses his arms to mirror his brother.

"Well, neither am I, really. I was… I was kidnapped, but it's fine."

"No," says Astumu firmly. "We can fix this, we can take you away, we can -"

"No," Osamu interrupts. "You can't. There's no one, anymore, who can take me away from this. There's no one who gets to choose my life other than me." Atsumu snaps his mouth shut at Osamu's determined words and he steps back from his brother with heartbreak flashing across his face.

"And this… this is what you choose?" he says slowly. "A pirate's life?"

"It's not so different from yours, I'd say," Osamu offers gently. "If you let yourself see that." Atsumu just groans and buries his head in his hands.

"Why couldn't you just stay at home?" His voice is muffled by his palms as Osamu bristles.

"I am home," he says clearly. "I am home now more than I ever was back there. You should know that, Atsumu. That's… that's why you left, isn't it? That's why you went with Kiyoomi? To find a home for yourself?"

"Yes," Atsumu straightens. "But…"

"Do I not deserve to find that for myself?" Osamu asks weakly. His brother sighs wearily, stepping forward to wrap his arms around him and pull him into a hug - the first one shared between the two of them in years.

"Of course you do, 'Samu… I'm sorry," he says softly, an apology carried by the wind between them out to the sea. 

"It's ok," Osamu mumbles against his brother's shoulders, his arms tightening around him. "I'm just glad to see you again." Beyond the two of them, the sun begins to fall lower along the horizon, a shining, orange glow bathing the endless sea in light as it stretches endlessly onward. 

It's agreed, after that, that Kiyoomi's vessel will need protection for the remaining three weeks of its course before it lands in port - and who would be better to provide that protection than you? Osamu's quick to point out that this is the perfect opportunity to solidify the new agreement and Rintarou nearly falls over himself laughing at how quickly you cave. 

"One day," you snap at Rintarou, "he's going to look at you with those eyes and you're going to be the one falling to your knees." But Osamu just giggles gleefully while Atsumu looks on with a hint of satisfied amusement. He's not sure he's ever seen his brother like this, healthy and alive and glowing in the fading sun, standing in front of the endless backdrop of the darkened sea. 

Your grumbling lasts as you stomp back over the gangplank onto your own ship, Rintarou and Osamu trailing after you.

"What are they so impatient for, anyway?" Osamu asks bemusedly.

"It's just that we've been waiting a long time for this," Rintarou explains as he leads the two of them into the cabin, through to the captain's quarters. "We were nothing more than street rats when they first set their eyes on this, working scrubbing decks for nothing other than lodging on ships. It's… it's taken us a long time to get here." 

"I… I had no idea," Osamu says quietly, shifting on his feet as they enter your quarters.

"Well," you drawl as you turn the corner, clearly having heard the conversation. "We can't all grow up in manor houses like you." There's no hint of malice in your voice, though, just the soft cadence of kindness being heard, making Osamu relax.

"It's better this way, anyway," Rintarou soothes, reaching forward to press a kiss to your lips as Osamu looks away awkwardly. "This gives me time to send word to Kita. He'll assemble the fleet and the other captains who still keep to the code. He'll ready the vote." Rintarou's staying close to you as he speaks, pressing little, fluttering kisses across your face while you frown impatiently. Osamu thinks maybe he should just leave, and he spins on his heel several times until he's dizzy and can't trust himself to find the door anymore.

"What if they don't vote for me?" You ask quietly. Rintarou rolls his eyes.

"They'll vote for you, treasure. They'll have to," he assures. You look past him, then, and see Osamu determinedly staring at a blank spot of wall while a blush rages up to his ears. You laugh, of course, reaching part Rintarou to grab onto his wrist and tug him towards you.

He stumbles, making an embarrassing sort of sound as he ends up slamming against you, but the sturdiness of Rintarou on your other side means that there's nowhere for you to fall between the two of them. 

"And you?" you prompt him gently. Osamu just blinks at you.

"Me?"

"What will you do?" You clarify, and Osamu sort of… freezes at that. You'd never really said, he supposes, that he's a part of the crew - that he's welcome to stay on your ship after all this. His heart, sinking rapidly, clenches as he clears his throat and straightens.

"I'll… I guess I'll…" You roll your eyes and grab him by his collar, pulling him against you so that you can kiss him firmly. He makes another one of those embarrassing, needy sounds as he puts his hands on your waist and tightens his grip on you, making you smile against his lips.

When you part, finally, Rintarou is watching eagerly from his place behind you, his arms around your waist and his chin hooked over your shoulder as he eyes Osamu's reddened, kiss-bitten lips and heaving chest. 

"I'm asking you," you say slowly - pointedly. "If you'd like to stay… if you'd like to make a home here."

"I…" Osamu says slowly, eyes flitting between the two of you before he looks out the window, towards the dark, shimmering waters and the endless line of the horizon beyond. "I think I already have." You smile at that, an honest, open sort of thing that Osamu knows is rarely seen from you. The realization has something fluttering in his chest as you take his hand in yours and begin to pull him towards the door that he knows leads to your private room.

When you swing open the door and lead him in, however, you shove a hand out to stop Rintarou from following, pushing his chest away from the doorway.

"You have to send word to Kita," you remind him eagerly, earning a pained look from Rintarou.

"Come on, treasure, please, I will after -" Rintarou's voice is earnest, bordering on desperate as he stares first at you and then over your shoulder at Osamu and the way he's sprawled out on your bed. 

"Just do it quickly," you say as you begin to close the door, one hand still firmly on Rintarou's chest to keep him out. "It's very important to me, you know." And with that, the door is closed, and Rintarou is left to sigh and thump his head against it a couple of times before straightening and spinning on his heel to leave.

In the end, Rintarou has been right once more. Osamu thinks, as he climbs his way up to the crow's nest and eyes the dizzying distance beneath him, that he's not sure the man has ever been wrong. He settles on the wooden platform, his back to the top of the mast as he lets his legs hang off of the edge and looks out towards the rising sun.

The vote, if Osamu could ever call it that, had been unanimous. You'd spent years building this fleet of yours, years earning the fear and respect of the other ships and even the other captains not under your command. When Kita had called for the vote, declaring as the keeper of the code that the title of Pirate Lord had been vacant for too long and that the tides were finally changing, it didn't seem to be any sort of surprise to anyone that it was you who called for the throne.

And so, when you'd walked in, brandishing Kiyoomi's signature and declaring that the one element of the seas that could never be touched, the trading routes, were now under your command, there wasn't much anyone could do but agree. Osamu thought, in that moment, watching you be crowned and the greatest captains pledge their fleets to you, that he'd never seen anyone shine with becoming as much as you did on that day. 

But on the way back onto the ship, he'd caught his slanted reflection in the water below, and thought surely the sun must have been staring back at him with the way he glowed. 

Below him, he hears you shout distantly for him to be careful, but he merely laughs and tips his head back up towards the endless sky that stretches onward. He's climbed this mast a thousand times by now, familiar with it in a way that feels like home. There is no danger that could befall him here, he's sure, no ill will that could catch up to him on the vast, open sea.  Ahead of him, the sun begins to lift, rising towards the sky and stretching out across the endless line of the horizon. He reaches a hand forward, as if he could find the vastness beyond and go further, further, further until all corners of the world have been touched by him. As the sun hits his face and bathes him in a golden glow, he thinks he just might. He thinks that he can't find a better life to call his own.

[uc1wa]

THREESOMES MAKE ME SO OVERWHELMED SO MANY COCKS SO MUCH CUM SO LITTLE TIME

[aikk00]

It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🤍

[attemptinghaikyuu]

~Choose your own Ending: Epilogue~

There’s only so many days- only so many moments you get to enjoy before your life will come to a stop. You hope you’ll get as many golden memories as you can in your life, but you wonder if they’ll be enough.

Enough to satisfy you, to keep you warm on cold nights, and to bask in when you feel dark and cold.

You shiver.

Morbid thoughts, have strangely, followed you to the beach. You let the warm sand underneath your feet and sounds of gulls above, wash away the thought’s languidly rolling around in your mind.

Then, you get up, and after a quick pat down in an attempt to get all the sand that’s glued itself to your skin off of yourself, you start sprinting towards the two dark haired men in the water. They’re carrying each other and dropping one another in the water.

You grin as you shout, “Hey! Rin! Osamu says he’s stronger than you!”

You’ve reached the water and begin to slow down your pace as cool water reaches your knees. The waves splash against them.

“Wow,” you hear Rin say. “Have I not been the one throwing you in the water for the past 15 minutes? Babe, did you not ask me to? Do you need glasses?”

Osamu proceeds to push Rintarou over.

“I’ve thrown ya a few times too,” he huffs it, watches as Rin sticks his tongue out at him, and walks to you after splashing Suna’s face.

“Do you want me to show ya that I’m strong?”

He’s asking you, and even though the answer is yes yes yes, you yawn like the idea bores you.

“Ah nah, I don’t think so sweetheart.”

He swiftly places his arms under your legs and under your back, lifting you into a bridal hold. He walks a good distance into the water, back to wear Rin is sitting, with eyes just above the water.

Osamu shifts, turning to Suna. “Actually, I think ya are stronger Rin,” he drops you suddenly, and you only flail slightly with Suna’s arms automatically wrapping around you and bringing you above the water. Your face was only under for about a second.

“Gee! Thanks Osamu!” you cough dramatically, all while glaring. He’s grinning down at you two.

“Yeah, thanks Osamu,”

Rin’s smiling. It’s soft and it’s directed at you but oh, you know it’s for Osamu too. It’s always for both of you. You love him.

You try to stop it, but you can’t help smiling with your boys.

You think this is a pretty good golden memory, one you’ll keep close to your heart.

[forusomimiya]

Another sunaosa threesome is coming 🫡

Sorry, but my favourite artist has posted on patreon and I have permission to make a little oneshot and im SO. FUCKING. EXCITED.

(You are not ready for what is coming. I can only say that in this au, Suna is a content creator (18+ content of course) )

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IN COMMENTS WHAT YOU THINK IS GOING TO HAPPEN AAAAAAAAHHHHHH

[inariz4ki]

about

hello! you can call me izzy or mel.

i am a fan of the following and accept writing requests of these shows/manga:

🏐 haikyuu!!

🏐 inarizaki, sakuatsu, osasuna, kenhina, kuroshou, kagehina...

🪚 chainsaw man

🪚 gen pairings, akiangel, yoshiden, asaden, etc...

🩸 demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba

🩸 gen pairings, inozen, gentan, sabigiyuu...

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[sluttsumu]

DOUBLE TROUBLE

.ೃ࿐ feat. atsumu + osamu miya

in which: the twins have a little bet, and you’re their next target. who can make you cum the most on halloween night without anyone knowing, keep quiet virgin or you’ll get caught.

warning: 18+, college!au, fratboy!inarizaki, oblivious!reader, non+ dubcon/peer pressure, threesome, corruptive thoughts, misogyny (?), manipulation, drugs (molly), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected, petname: angel, oral (f!receiving + m!receiving), virginity loss, exhibitionism + voyeurism, implied orgy (with suna), sunaosa TEASE, they’re sleazy hoes. wc: 2k

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: this is fic was supposed to kickstart my kinktober series. i hope you love this as much as i do because i had the best time writing it! in my mind it’s still october 😭 divider: @cafekitsune

two devils, one angel, and fate. being a virgin sacrifice wasn’t necessarily on your halloween bucket list for this year.

— ♡︎ —

“can’t think of anyone to bring ‘samu ?” atsumu piqued, osamu is supposed to be the smart one.

the infamous twins had been thinking for some time on who to invite to their annual halloween party.

there were plenty of guests, but they needed someone special for the night.

atsumu’s fucked half of the bimbos from his fan club, meanwhile osamu was never satisfied with any of his groupies.

“well,” he starts. “i have an idea.” the light bulb in his head flickered before finally going off when he thought of the perfect girl. the dainty little college freshman whom he sees walking around campus all dolled up.

“who’s that girl that we always see with sunarin?” he ponders, in attempt to remember your name. atsumu’s eyes lit up when he realized. he knew exactly who his brother was talking about.

osamu really was a genius.

“y/n..” his tone was unsure, but curious nonetheless. osamu shot a finger gun “bingo.” indicating that his atsumu was right on the money. they paused, staring at one another as if they were reading each others minds. twin telepathy surely was a blessing. if they were both thinking correctly it seems like they’ve got a target.

*incoming facetime from; suna rintaro*

“yes suna?” you answer holding the phone above your face. “what’re you doing tomorrow?” the abrupt question never threw you off anymore, it was common for suna taking you on all kinda of spontaneous adventures on and off campus.

“ ‘m not doing anything, gonna watch horror movies and eat candy.” suna eyed you feigning disgust, what lame plans. “absolutely not..” he scoffs, “the twins invited you to their party tomorrow and you’re going.” the miya twins were mutual friends and have been known to throw some awesome ragers from time to time, how could you decline such an offer?

“i don’t have a costume???” honestly you were trying to find any excuse possible to lessen your chances of coming home wasted on halloween night. but suna had a solution to everything, even this. “wear white, i’ll sort out the rest.” he hung up after the condescending message, leaving you to piece together his surprise.

white, the colour of purity and innocence. nothing is innocent about a college party, especially because,

halloween was the one night a year a girl could dress like a total slut, and no one could say anything about it.

a firm knock was set on your dorm room door. “let’s go” his eyes fixated as you opened the door. suna mildly regrets not taking up the twins’ offer to join them on their escapade tonight, especially with the way that dress hugs your body. he quickly releases himself from the dirty thoughts.

“okay, what’s my costume? you said wear white.” suna’s hand rises from his side revealing a halo. makes sense why he told you to wear white now. it wasn’t until you took in his costume that really made you understand his choice.

he’s dressed in a red button up, except the buttons weren’t being used at all. the devil horns stuck in his hair confirmed the unoriginal costume idea. a few days back he mentioned matching costumes with the rest of his fraternity, and if you had to see the rest of them like this, than you were sure that attending this party was worth it.

the house was loud, as much as it was crowded, suna’s hand around your wrist is the only thing preventing you from getting caught in the ocean of people.

“sunarin! we’re over here.” pi kappa alpha (ΠΚΑ) was one of seven frats at your university, and was definitely the hottest. pretty, rich boys with the world at their disposal. everyone knew this but that never stopped girls from clinging onto them, after all osamu’s arms and atsumu’s abs— focus!

“ah, you made it.” osamu exclaimed opening his arms for a particularly tight hug. you hugged all of them, each cologne scent different from the last. “mind if we steal rin for a minute? won’t be long, promise.” atsumu’s tone of voice couldn’t have been more condescending, talking to you so sweet and saccharin. you nodded, shooting the quintet a small smile, before going to find a drink.

“an angel, cute.” atsumu watched your back was you walked away into a crowd of people. all that clouded his thoughts were all the things he wanted to do to you throughout the night. “get yer head intha game. what are the rules?” osamu chuckled, it was no doubt that he was having the same thoughts as his brother. that’s for sure.

“ ‘ts 10:30, whoever can make her cum the most before midnight first wins. unless you fuck her that is.. she’s a virgin so if you manage to to take her virginity you automatically win. get caught and you have to restart.” the night is young and the rules were set, but there was one question unanswered, whats the prize for a game such as this?

money of course. sex and money have been interchangeable for as long as mankind can remember, no difference here. a thousand dollars put up by each member, totalling to five thousand. winner takes all, loser gets nothing. may the best twin win.

atsumu wasted no time following you to the kitchen hearing the laughs from his friends behind. unfortunate for him bokuto caught your attention a little too quickly. he watched the two of you laugh and introduce yourselves to one another. it wouldn’t go on for much longer, not if atsumu could help it.

“bo-kun! do me a favor would’ya?” he said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “get some more ice for the cooler, ‘ts intha basement.”

in boy world, this was a territorial interaction meaning; get the fuck out of here.

meanwhile in girl world, you didn’t think anything of it.

bokuto cheerfully agreed uttering “nice meeting you!” before sliding past the crowd of people to go fetch that ice.

“cute costume miya.” you look up to see him above your shoulder. he unhooks his arm from your side, leaning up against the counter. “not too bad yourself. you look,” he pauses for a mere few seconds. thoughts of you and how innocent you look plagued his mind, costume doesn’t help either. something in him was excited to taint that, you’d look so much prettier with your makeup smudged and begging him to make you cum, he thought.

“pretty,” he smiled, eyes shifting around your lips, and neck then back to your eyes. “you look really fucking pretty.”

“nights still young, you like games?” you tilted your head at the question. a suspicious question but how could anyone say no to him. “dependsss..” you drag out the word, tone laced with hesitation. this was all one big game, that you unfortunately didn’t know you were apart of, throwing another in the mix couldn’t hurt.

“how do ya feel about suck and blow?”

—♡︎—

suna forcefully offered up kita’s amex for the game, safe to say that he’s not happy about it.

the game rules were simple; suck and blow, on a card that is. pass the card mouth to mouth without dropping it. drop it and make out with the next person in front of everyone and spend an additional 10 minutes in an enclosed space. sounds easy right? it wasn’t a pi kappa alpha party without this tradition, they have a separate room dedicated for games such as these.

you watched intensely as the card made its rounds over and over you successfully received and passed it on. you were also standing between atsumu and bokuto, yikes! the card was making its way back around and like before it was just a matter of sucking and blowing, until you were locking lips with one of the hottest guys on campus. atsumu ‘dropped the card’ by accident, catalyzing the makeout sesh between the two of you.

it’s hot, it’s sloppy, it’s fucking miya atsumu.

you feel his smile on your lips as he slips his tongue in between yours, aiming for your bottom lip. the whooping, and whistling among the group was enough to encourage the egotism within you both to put on a nice show for everyone. your nails intertwining in his undercut, while his arms hug your waist.

“okay okay,” kita pushes, removing the two of you off of each other. “10 minutes, you know the drill.”

the frat brothers exchange a glance, one of many kita has shared with his little since atsumu started college.

the amount of girls that have survived that room, godspeed.

hearing the door close behind you was almost frightening, even after the spectacle you put on for everyone just now. it wasn’t until you took a few steps in you noticed this is a bedroom, not your average stuffy coat closet.

“suna teach you to kiss like that or what?” he teases, watching you stare at him in disbelief. “can’t believe he hasn’t fucked you yet.”

guess i’ll be the first, he thought.

suna? fucking you? confusion was an understatement really. unbeknownst to you they all thought you were sunas secret fuck buddy till he told them you were untouched.

atsumu almost forgot, and the realization ran through his blood with pure mischief. he was ready to get his hands on you and play with his toy of the night.

“let’s have some fun, yea?” he quips, walking towards you. “fun like what?” unintentionally you take a step back, the two of you flowing in a seamless b-line towards the bed as he goes forward and you go back.

“you’re a big girl right? in college now. ya know what big girls do?” his tone was informative signalling that there’s more to his mini monologue. “big college girls…kiss, and suck, and fuck boys.”

the smooth of your calves hit the sheets.

“a-atsumu i’m—” you’re a stuttering mess, and he finds it adorable.

“you’re what?” he mocks, lifting his voice up an octave to replicate you. it was only a matter of seconds before you were pushed onto the bed with his body caging yours beneath him.

it was all happening so fast, it’s not that you didn’t want to but this has never happened before. being stuck in a room with a guy especially an experienced one was never on you to-do list for today.

atsumu’s done this to many girls. he’s used to fucking bitches every week and you were no different. he never looses and he’s damn sure nothing will change that tonight.

“i’ve never done this before…” shame drowns your conscience as you confess what you thought was a secret. little did you know, he knew.

“s’okay,” his lips pecked against your jaw lightly, he could feel how tense you were but curious as well. “just wanna make you feel good, hmm?” you could feel atsumu’s hand creeping between your thighs though his eyes never leaving yours. this look on your face, the look of a virgin, never gets old for him.

the inquisitive look of “maybe it’s not so bad” staring back at him as he pulls your panties to the side running his fingers along your wet folds. you didn’t protest, or squirm, or defy, you just laid there beady eyes staring, legs spread for him awaiting his touch.

simultaneously, his fingers slide into you with ease while sharing a kiss to keep you quiet, earning a soft moan onto his lips. your body can’t help but concentrate at the foreign feeling of someone else other than yourself fingering you. “ahhh—! s-slow down ‘tsumu, too much!”

“no can do angel, got a lot ridin’ on ya.” completely dismissing your feelings, he continues to pump his fingers into your leaking cunt. “hurts..” you whine. “atsumu it hurts!”

“don’t lie ta me pretty, i can feel you clenching ‘round me.” your face flushed at his words, fluttering around his fingers. besides the slight discomfort it felt so fucking good, you really couldn’t get enough of it.

the humiliation you felt hearing the lewd squelching of his digits fingerfucking you was apparent. you watched in awe as he sped up, arm now jackhammering in and out of you at an ruthless pace. “fuckfuckfuck!” you cry, eyes brimming with tears.

atsumu traps your lips in a messy kiss, tasting a mixture alcohol on each others tongues. whines and whimpers escape fall from your lips onto his at the feeling of the coil in your stomach about to break. the euphoria that overcomes your body when your legs begin to tremble, thighs squeezing around his hand, your virgin cunny covers his fingers in sticky cum.

but his assault on your pussy doesn’t stop there, he’s still going; fucking you through your orgasm. “can’t stop there, you can give me another one baby, know you can.”

“no! c-can’t take it! i—” his hand quickly cups around your lips, muffling any sound that dares to come out of your mouth. time’s almost up and atsumu would throw more than a fit if he got caught and had to restart already.

he could feel it again, your pussy clenching around his fingers. atsumu continued at his gruelling pace, with a slick smile on his face. It was so cute seeing you like this, half an hour ago you walked into this party as an innocent little thing, and now he had you exactly where he wanted you — under him with his fingers buried inside of you, on your second orgasm.

“cumming… ‘m cumming—!” you mumble under the weight of his hand, eyes fluttering shut. “atta-fucking-girl angel.” your chest heaved and knees buckled while you creamed on the blondes fingers once more this time at full force, making you see stars before he pulled out of you.

“wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smiled sucking your slick off of his fingers. atsumu is now leading by two points and cocky was an understatement, he can feel himself growing hard watching your body go limp against the sheets. if he had the time, he’d take you right then and there but there was always an opportunity for that.

“make yourself decent before you come out.” was the last thing he said to you, chuckling while the door clicked shut behind him.

get yourself together! the sound of your own voice mentally cursing you was enough to spring you back to your feet, pulling your dress down, and fixing your hair. luckily for you, everyone continued their conversations, dancing, and games as you crept out the room exhaling heavily with relief.

a few eyes lingered, especially kita’s. he peered at you from afar, while atsumu whispered in his ear. he raised the red solo cup with an upward tilt of his head before smirking in your direction, taking a sip from the cup.

frat boys are just the equivalent to mean girls.

hell, it hasn’t even been five minutes and he’s already going around telling everyone. you couldn’t bare to see it really, causing you to relocate somewhere else in the house, the stairs.

you sat on the wooden steps, eyes glued onto your phone screen. the feeling of someone walking down was evident as the hardwood took a dip at the weight, it was osamu.

he pondered, swirling the liquid courage in his hand. how could he get you on his white linen sheets? he thought. osamu smirked at the idea that popped into his head soon after remembering the common denominator between his bed and that dress you’re wearing.

starring at your back from a few steps above, his eyes moveded to suna who was situated mere meters away from where you sat. he feigns tipping his cup, eyes pointing down to where you sat then back to the brunette.

it was genius, if he ruins that pretty little dress of yours you’ll have no choice but to take it off.

“do it.” suna mouthed covering his words with a cupped hand.

the weight of someone walking down the stairs returns after having paused, you didn’t think much of it until alcohol poured down your shoulder and into your bra from above you.

“sorry angel! that was my bad.” osamu quips, downing the rest of his cup.

“you’ve got to be kidding me..”

“relaaax,” he drawls before reassuring that “you can come change up here.”

—♡︎—

osamu scanned his closet looking for one of his old flings’ clothes murmuring, “no-no-no-too big-too small— damn i should call her..” as he looks through the assortment of clothing.

you waited on his bed partly disgusted at the fact that these clothes were equivalent to trophies.

“check that drawer ta’ your left for something.” he gestures a waving hand, pointing to the side table next to his bed.

the drawer was less then helpful, containing: condoms, an agent provocateur set (brand new, mind you), a bottle of dior sauvage, and a miniature plastic bag with two smiley face pills in it.

he has drugs just laying in his room?

“what’re these?” prodding at the drugs you ask, dangling the bag between delicate fingers.

he turns to face you, smirking when he sees what caught your curiosity. “a pretty girl named, molly.” osamu banged a girl with that name now that he thinks about it.

“you guys seriously take these?” eyes narrowing at the tiny pill analyzing it’s appearance, but wanting to know more at the same time. “are they fun?”

osamu closes the closet door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. his attention is focused elsewhere when you display genuine interest in the party drug.

“wanna find out?” he asks with the tilt of his head.

fuck around and find out was an understatement, getting fucked after finding out was more accurate really.

“fuuuuck ‘samu..” your manicure runs through silver hair, as he messily laps at your cunt.

every flick of his tongue making your knees buckle, the pleasure was overwhelming your lower half as he teased your clit with the tip his tongue.

you couldn’t get over how good it feels, what was the point of staying a virgin when there’s men who will pleasure you like the miya twins.

“pussy tastes s’good princess.” he mumbles onto you, sending vibrations up your spine, continuing to eat you like you’re his last meal.

he could feel now eager you were to get off, grinding yourself against his face in hopes to chase the orgasmic high that your body was so close to.

the loud noises of his mouth smothered against your pussy and broken whimpers fill up the room.

loud enough for suna to hear through the bedroom door he’s standing on the other side of. he could feel his erection growing, listening to his best friend taint his virgin girl bestie on the most sinister night of the year.

“righthererighthere! ‘m cumming— oh fuck!” the euphoric feelings of the drug in your system enhanced every last nerve running through your veins.

you’re loud, high pitched whines falling from your throat as you throw your head back, eyes shutting tight.

osamu’s face pushed into your cunt with force, nose nudging at your clit. little did the two of you know, the brunette purposely walked into the room with you on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm and osamu’s mouth quite busy.

“you cumming?” suna asks, gripping your face with slender fingers.

your eyes shoot open to see one of his hands planted on the back of osamu’s head pushing his mouth deeper into your pussy, the other holding your face, taunting from above.

“oh yea, you’re fucked.” he taunts, pushing your lips into a kissy face forcefully moving your head from side to side, observing your features.

suna’s done his fair share to know you weren’t all there, your dilated pupils, flushed face and very vulnerable state gave it away.

“don’t be shy, go on. might be ‘samu going to town on ya but your attentions on me, hmm?”

seeing you tweaked out on the verge of your third orgasm of the night really did it for him.

it was torture, watching and hearing the twins have their fun with you meanwhile he had to watch.

absolutely no fair. he’s the reason you even considered coming to the party at all it wouldn’t be all that bad if he used you as a reward for his efforts, now would it?

“rin!!” you whine, “get out! this is embarrassing!”

suna doesn’t bother listening to your protest. he’s already slid his shirt off, unbuckling his belt watching osamu make you cum.

“move it.” he chuckles, tugging at grey locks.

“hey, i had her first.” osamu scoffs at his friends audacity.

“technically atsumu had her first, but it’s my turn. so, are you gonna keep bitchin’ or get your dick sucked while i fuck her?”

the two boys spoke as of you weren’t even there, like you were just an object for them to play with. this wasn’t about the bet anymore. this was about you, and the fact that they’d never get the opportunity to see your tweaked out, legs spread, off molly ever again.

a once in a lifetime opportunity with you in a position to not protest.

suna’s shadow hovered over you, manipulating your body to fit both of them on osamu’s mattress.

hazy eyes stared into his green ones with incoherent mumbles falling from your lips. seeing you fucked out made him want it that much more.

“hang in there for us pretty.” his voice sounding so sincere, meanwhile rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit.

he pushes into you without warning, stretching your cunt around his girth.

“shit..” he hisses through his teeth. “definitely a virgin, fuck.”

“ah—!” your hand flies to his chest in attempt to get him to slow down. “s’too much..”

“none of that,” osamu coos, grabbing your wrist.

you didn’t even notice that he slid his boxers off, smearing precum on your lips like lipgloss.

“hey ‘samu where’s the—” atsumu says, swinging the door open to the lewdest live scene he’s ever seen. “holy hell.”

“are you gonna stare or join?”

sluttsumu 2023

[pshstar]

haikyuu !! library

below are fics of jjk that i personally like

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kuroo tetsuro

dry humping @haikyuu-sins

boss!kuroo | @4unnyr0se

just a pill | @tiza0925

akaashi keiji

bare tighs | @cherrye

kageyama tobio

apple cider | @4unnyr0se

that's it | @cherrye

miya atsumu

thigh riding | @teamatsumu

dilf!atsumu | @sugawara-sweetheart

virgin!atsumu | @kuroosdarling

chaperone | @ramhaiba

miya osamu

suna rintarou

lazy day | @pin-k-ink

bf!suna | @ravenslvt

bestfriend's brother - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | @ravenslvt

untitled | @the-travelling-witch

untitled II | @hxltic

drabble | @kiatoru

jealousy | @cxsha-lilith

consume | @k4g3hika

miya twins (poly)

maelstrom - 1 - 2 | @pin-k-ink

share me! | @titsuya

somethin' new | @kiyoomi-levin

double trouble | @sluttsumu

ushijima wakatoshi

lusus | @pin-k-ink

it's sticky, toshi | @lxnarphase

seijoh 4

crush - 1 - 2 | @mulberrysilk

group sex | @teamatsumu

multi x reader

ticking dine bomb (sakuatsu) | @creative-crybaby

three's a crowd (bokuro) | @jinkicake

a dip in the hot tub (bokuro) | @mythiccheroacademia

untitled (kuroshima) | @haikyuusmut

untitled II (bokuaka) | @sugawara-sweetheart

a minute too late (atsukage) | @kuromochimi

saturday morning (sunaosa) | @half-baked-biscuit

separate / multi

match my freak ! | @wttcsms

ex boyfriend | @ravenslvt

that wasn't what it sounded like! | @fuyuluvr

is your girlfriend single? |@fuyuluvr

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[heich0e]

do reader and sunaosa’s families know about their relationship? i ask bc my cousin came out as poly earlier this year and i had to call my 70 year old father before a birthday party and explain to him what polyamorous meant. fun conversation

mama miya knows, and she's accepting of it. samu didn't really hide it from her, but he did take some time to think about how he wanted to tell her. more than anything, what weighed on his mind was that after he told tsumu—and that happened pretty much immediately—he was effectively asking his brother to keep something from their ma, and that just didn't sit right with him.

but even though he took time to tell her, and was concerned about finding all the right words, it all came out rather plainly in the end. in the middle of an otherwise unremarkable conversation over a meal in the house she raised him in, osamu opened with the whole 'hey ma, just so you know i like girls and also i like boys', rounded it out with 'also i'm dating the slouchy kid you've been seein' me hang around with since i was a teenager', and finally brought it home with 'and i'm still crazy about the girl ya like so much, but just so you know she and rin are datin' each other too.'

it took a bit of processing on mama miya's part, and no one can blame her for that, but at no point was she unkind about it. she asked some questions, found no fault in her son's answers, and ultimately came to the conclusion pretty quickly that even if she doesn't totally understand something that doesn't make it wrong. she didn't love her son all these years just to give up on him for choosing the thing that makes him happy.

(years down the road, the twins joke that she threw a bigger fit about them dyeing their hair in their teens than she did about osamu coming out. she laughs with them.)

suna and his parents aren't very close.

his mom and dad divorced when he was in middle school, but they never really liked each other much to begin with, so it wasn't like it came as a shock. after the split, he went to live with his dad in an apartment a few towns over, while his sister went to live with their mom at their grandparents' house. suna doesn't talk much about this point in his life, and doesn't really remember it in any great detail, but he doesn't feel resentful or particularly weighed down by this part of his past.

rintarou moved into the inarizaki dorms in his mid-teens, got his first apartment after graduating while he did his brief stint as a uni student, and has pretty much been on his own since. as an adult, his relationship with his dad is pretty distant—even as a kid they weren't particularly close, since his father was never really a man of many words to begin with. he doesn't talk to his mom much at all, either—maybe a phone call if something notable comes up in the extended family, a card sent in the mail on a birthday, that kind of stuff. nothing terrible or horrible ever happened with either of them, and he has no hard feelings about it, his family just was never really much of a family to begin with.

the only one he ends up telling about you and samu is his little sister. she's the only member of his family he has much of a relationship with, having stayed in touch with her over the years, and properly reconnecting as they both got older and gained proper independence. she puts most of the pieces together herself over time—she sees pictures of you and samu both on his social media, and the ones up in his nagano apartment, she hears him talking to you on the phone every so often and notices how soft his voice is when he speaks to either of you—and then when she finally asks he doesn't deny it. she's accepting of it right away, and isn't all that fazed by it to be honest. she's known samu for ages, since he and rin have been friends all these years, and he's always treated her like a little sister anyway, so she takes no issue with it being "official" now. she likes you a lot, too (having met you a few times prior to your relationship being revealed, where you were introduced as osamu's girlfriend,) and begs rin to let her spend more time with you once everything is out in the open—and rintarou never says it, but that makes him really happy.

[honeekyuu]

writing info ⇝

hello hello! here's some info about my blog --

I don't write or romanticize potentially triggering content having to do with self harm, incest, abuse, or pedophilia. 

I might write dark content, but nothing that includes the kind of dark content listed above/anything I am uncomfortable with.

I write n/sfw content. all characters are 18+.

I write she/her reader insert content.

for poly content, i write for any ship, but some of my top ships are:

kurootsukki tsukkikage bokuaka atsuhina sakuatsu sunaosa matsuhana

and my favorite characters are:

suna tsukishima kageyama aone miya4 msby4

my work is cross-posted to ao3, under @ hxneekyuu.

thanks for reading !

[kitastapioca]

Love reading English fanfics where the writer created original minor characters that are in their 20s or so in a modern setting... but gave them Japanese grandma/grandpa names.

Like the Japanese equivalent of Phyllis, Rhonda, Bartholomew, Thelonious, Horace etc.

Sunaosa, exes to lovers: where Suna steals back Osamu from his abusive lover Herbert

Kuroo x reader, office AU: where reader and Kuroo bond over friendly competition for the lead role of a project, whilst his hot subordinate Mildred maliciously tries to blackmail reader

My brain can't help but immediately substitute the character for an old man/lady instead and it's so fun it makes me giggle

[pumpkincanoes]

Welcome to my corner of the internet.

I reblog art, write shitpost, translate manga, and spit out stories once a century only when the stars align.

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Interests

BL Manga, J-Music (vocaloid, utaite, etc...), Haikyuu, Honai Impact 3rd, Genshin, Honkai: Star Rail, TGCF, MDZS, Wind Breaker, etc

Ships (all reversible):

Haikyuu: Iwaoi, Kuroken, Bokuaka, Daisuga, Kagehina, Sakuatsu, Sunaosa, Tsukiyama,

Genshin: Xiaoae, Gaxingyun, Kazuheiscara, Cynonari, Kavetham, Yantao, Ganqing, Eulamber, the list goes on...

HSR: Xingfeng, JingCaeHeng, Kafhime, Servalia, Galladay, MarchStelle,

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Requests & Commissions

Are open for writing content in, as well as translating to and from, Japanese and English.

Writing: 1-2K word fics, socmed AUs, texts posts containing prose, poem, or hc collections.

Translating: mini-comic, a song, an audio drama, a video, or even a whole volume scanlation --as long as the source material is available, or you are willing to help provide it. Result will mostly be in script form, whether or not I post it publicly highly depends on source material /author consent.

Commissions: I'm not sure if anyone would be interested but I'm open to taking them with negotiable rates.

Don'ts for requests:

Reader insert media

Non-con ships, and as an extension of this, ships involving minors.

Love triangle, jealousy or cheating tropes.

Heavy angst and bad endings, e.g. dystopian settings, emotional manipulation, MCD.

[attemptinghaikyuu]

~Choose your own Ending~

It’s not concerning at first. Suna is usually chill, so it’s a breath of fresh air when after his night of having none at all, he is only relaxed and sorry. If Osamu’s being honest, he’s more than ready to forget his attitude. The relief he feels at his friends changed attitude, really is enough for him.

He also bought him a shit ton of his favorite snacks, so that helped him feel some forgiveness too.

Even if they were thrown at his face.

As the week goes on, Osamu realizes some things aren’t quite adding up. Suna is constantly watching him and his partner. He writes it off at first. His relationship is new and with one of Suna’s closest friends, and the two of you hadn’t exactly got along til recently. But still.. Suna staring is making him squirm.

He decides near the end of the week, that he needs to see Suna squirming with him.

Osamu isn’t a twin for nothing, he knows how to be annoying and oh yeah, he knows how to rile people up. It’s what he tries to do to Suna. He enlists outside help from you.

All the work is to no avail.

“Why are you frowning?” Your voice pulls him out of his frustrated kitchen counter cleaning.

“Suna’s hiding something,” he huffs. “I know he does, that damn fox.”

You laugh, wiping a fake tear from your eye.

“Come on, you’re being mean,” your sighing turns into a chuckle as Osamu’s wiping turns aggressive. “we already picked and picked at him, pretty sure he would’ve caved and told us by now if he was hiding something.”

Osamu slows down when you bump his hip with yours. “Seriously, let’s watch a movie and chill like Suna would.”

Osamu grins at that. He had never seen Suna more relaxed than he had this week. There had been the slightest fear his friend was on drugs, though he had quickly come to the conclusion he wouldn’t be able to hide that.

He sighs, letting his answer out slowly as a grin he couldn’t suppress took over. “I guess we can do that.”

[forusomimiya]

Hi everyone, I come to show you how nervous I am cause TONIGHT I will post sunaosa x reader and really, if you could know in advance what's coming... 😫

I hope it won't be too long, because I needed to explain everything in detail (it can always be that in my head it's wonderful and once written it's like a real sh*t) so, you can take the opportunity to ask me to mention you in the post and so I dedicate it to you 💖 don't be shy and ask!

[hcneymilkks]

head empty only thoughts of boyfriend suna

late night car rides

combing your fingers through his hair

headpats

locked pinkies

forehead kisses

those couple photos that don't show the faces (idk how to call them but it's an aesthetic)

movie nights

skateboarding

recording you 24/7 especially during funny moments

OKAY BUT NOT TO BE NSFW BUT he would literally praise you while he rails you

kisses literally everywhere

trust me he would literally rail you and devour you like his last meal

ADD IN OSAMU INTO THE MIX YES PLEASE

i am still pushing the sunaosa × reader poly ship ty