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General Yandere! Osamu Miya Profile

Yandere! Osamu Miya x fem! reader

Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, extreme possessiveness, unhealthy/toxic thoughts, mentions of dub-con, slight misogany/traditional gender roles, mentions of motherhood/forced motherhood, mentions of harassment, basically Osamu is obsessed with you congrats love </3, fem reader, MDNI

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DARLING PROFILE

Introverted

It’s not that Osamu isn’t capable of being attracted towards a more social darling, but rather that there’s something very endearing and appealing about a darling that isn’t out with friends 24/7.

He doesn’t like the idea of other people monopolizing their time, and consequently it would make him much happier (and quell his protective tendencies) to have a beloved that spends most of their time at home.

Even a homebody would be perfect for him – of course, he wants his darling to have hobbies and activities that take place beyond the four walls of their home that they enjoy, but he likes knowing that ninety percent of the time, they can be found in pristine shape inside their home.

It fuels his more domestic fantasies as well; he likes to imagine spending lazy Sundays with his darling, snuggled up on the couch while rain pours outside, watching Top Chef or other favorite movies and shows, popcorn and other snacks slipping past their lips as he criticizes the chef’s cooking alongside Gordon Ramsay.

He likes to imagine the way his darling would look so pretty wearing his clothing, the hickeys he’d decorated their neck and collarbone with in last night’s passionate throws of intimacy standing out like a beacon as they sleepily rub their eyes, yawning out that fucking adorable morning ‘Samu.

He just likes knowing that his darling is mostly content with staying home most of the time – he hates the idea of them being out with strangers, with people that could potential hurt them or have ill intentions, and in his mind this is a perfect win-win. He’s a homebody too, and this way he can spend all of his time with them, by his side, preferably cuddled into his chest or with his tongue down their throat.

He just loves the way his darling slowly sees him as the most important person in their life, because he’s the only person in their life – it’s a dream come true, and to see their face light up when he gets home from work not only gets his heart racing and his palms sweat, but his pants so fucking tight.

Artistic

Now, this particular trait isn’t a must-have for Osamu, but it’s definitely a factor in what attracts him to his darling.

He likes the idea of a beloved that has hobbies of their own – someone who finds passion in their lives, and devotes a substantial portion of their time to practicing and perfecting their chosen art form.

This could be quite literally anything – painting, playing an instrument, drawing, cooking (Osamu’s personal favorite, though he must be a better cook than you, no exceptions), writing, sewing, crocheting, anything that gets his darling’s creative juices flowing.

He loves to watch them practice; there’s something about the expression on their face as they concentrate that really gets him going. Maybe it’s the way their tongue sticks out just slightly as they put the final touches on the cupcake batter they’re mixing, the way their brows twist together as they brush the ink over the paper, how they tap their foot as they try to keep their rhythm while playing a difficult passage on their instrument.

He just loves the way they look so invested and passionate, and if Osamu is being honest, a lot of this fascination comes from his hopes that one day they’ll think of him with that degree of devotion.

He loves the idea of his darling paying him so much mind and attention that he becomes their hobby, that their artistic urges get focused onto him – maybe the little scarves and knickknacks his darling makes start being his size or having gray hair and gray eyes.

Maybe the poems they write start depicting a man of strong build, with callused fingers and a heart of gold.

Maybe the pottery they mold starts resembling two hearts beating together, symbolizing his and his darling’s everlasting love.

It’s sappy and he knows it, but there’s something about his darling being passionate that really speaks to him – maybe it’s because he sees himself reflected in them, but regardless it only fuels his obsessive tendencies, pushing him to learn as much as he can about the craft so he can impress you, just as he desperately wants to.

Smart

Again, this particular trait isn’t hard and fast for the chef, but it’s most definitely a plus in the stages of his infatuation forming. He’s always had a thing for smart, capable women; he likes the idea of a girl who isn’t afraid to be right, who doesn’t try to dumb themselves down for other people.

Of course, humility is important too (no one likes a braggard, do they?), but Osamu takes pride in the fact that his darling is so smart, that his darling is so talented. And this can take the shape of many different things – perhaps his darling is a gifted mathematician, able to solve equations with little trouble because they just get numbers.

(He likes to imagine the way their math skills might falter as he holds them over his knee, their pretty ass bare to him as he spanks them again and again, hearing them count aloud and grind their pussy against his knee in a way they think is oh-so-subtle.)

This could be his darling being strongly empathetic; able to understand the way others feel, putting them at ease and investing in making sure they’re okay while Osamu flounders to understand why they’re crying in the first place.

(He likes to think this is a sign that his darling would be a perfect mother, always able to calm down their children and make them giggle and smile, even while their knee is scraped up or their favorite toy is broken.)

It could be that his darling has knowledge of a very particular, niche topic; he could listen to them talk for hours upon hours, never losing interest as he nods along to their words, watching the way their lips move and form words, part of him forcing himself to listen while the other part wars to reach out and shut you up with his own mouth.

He just really likes the idea of a smart darling, one he can be proud to call his own, and if you were to tell him off with some logical, well grounded argument? Well, he’s still not letting you out of the basement, but fuck it all – one glance at his pants is enough to show you how your little speech has affected him, and he has no qualms showing you, either.

Optimistic

While Osamu isn’t necessarily a pessimist, he’s most definitely in the middle of the spectrum in terms of his outlook on life. He likes to consider himself a realist; he has no delusions about what life is (though, he most certainly does have delusions about what the two of you are), and he’s not embarrassed to say that more often than not, life has a way of choosing the non-ideal routes.

Of course, things could obviously be much worse (how can he say life is bad when it’s led to him meeting you, the single best thing that’s ever happened to him), but they could be better too. He’s neutral, really, which is why a darling that’s more optimistic would be a perfect fit for him.

Overwhelming negativity is exhausting, and if his darling only ever complains without anything positive to say, Osamu would quickly grow annoyed and tired of their presence, snapping at them to shut up, I can’t listen to you bitch anymore.

It’s not that his darling has to be always happy, always looking at the bright side (as this, too, can be equally as annoying as constant negativity), but he likes that his darling just naturally assumes the best in people.

Of course, it terrifies the protective part of him, the one that’s always paranoid about their safety and the intentions of others regarding them, but even for as much sleep as it causes him to lose at night, it’s just too damn cute. When they’re smiling at others and encouraging them through difficult times, Osamu can’t help but swoon; they’re just too adorable, too motherly, too fucking perfect.

He likes that they’re just genuinely a happy person – he’ll always lend an ear to them when they inevitably have a bad day or need to complain, but he’s quick to give them kisses all along their face and neck, whispering that they’re absolutely right babe, I hear ya.

He just likes how sweet it makes him, and only furthers his idea that they need protection – the world has a nasty way of dimming those that shine brightest, after all.

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS

Controlling

While it isn’t necessarily purposeful, Osamu has a bit of a problem when it comes to being a prominent figure in your life.

He’s used to having to share everything, from the limelight to the occasional toothbrush, socks to volleyball shoes with his twin. He’s used to being known as ‘the other Miya’, as the chef with the famous athlete for a brother.

So to finally have you, something all completely his own, how can he be blamed for being a little more paranoid? Can he really be faulted when he’s just trying to make sure that you stay his and only his?

He’s not even really conscious of the way he slowly begins becoming an omnipresent part of your life, how those cold metallic eyes are always watching over your shoulder, staying fixed on your figure because every little thing you do is riveting to him, fascinating and something he needs to see, to make sure you’re doing as you should, that you’re staying safe and healthy and happy.

He doesn’t mean to come off as the controlling boyfriend (though, his tendencies of being more intrusive than he should be will start much earlier than the boyfriend stage – when you’re both still acquaintances, friends, when his obsession is still freshly new), but with the way he slowly begins demanding more and more from you, the message will be pretty clear.

You’ll likely write it off at first; his insistent questions of who are you going with when you tell him you’ll be out for the afternoon seeming oddly serious, but it’s ‘Samu, right? It’s Osamu Miya, a man you know isn’t as petty as being jealous over your time being spent with another, who isn’t bothered enough to be weird about it, right?

You’ll just laugh it off, though this has the opposite affect on the man in front of you – your laughter has him on edge, wondering if you’re lying to him, wondering if you’re going out to meet another man – what’s Atsumu up to tonight?

Suna?

Ginjima?

The paranoia eats away at him as he paces around, terrified that you might be flirting with another man, chatting and making eyes at some piece of shit, that he could be touching you and fucking you and making you scream out a name that isn’t Osamu fucking Miya – the paranoia is really rather extreme, the deeply rooted fear forcing him to get more serious much quicker than he’d expected.

Soon he’s not only asking who you’ll be with, but where you’re going, how long you’ll be out, what you’re expecting to do, when you think you’ll be home, where and when to be checking your phone for texts or calls from him.

You’ll think it’s strange, confusing why he’s being so weirdly protective over you (and being so damn insistent, as he’s literally grasping your hands in his and forcing you to repeat back a promise to check yer damn phone every five minutes, what if something happened? Ya understand, right? I have to be able to check in with ya when I need to.), but, just like before, you’ll just brush it off, nodding hesitantly and slipping out the door, unease crawling up your spine.

You’ll slowly come to feel as if Osamu is suffocating you, his presence overwhelming and always there, as if there��s no escape from his probing questions, his insistence on you always contacting him (though, the tracker he’s placed on your phone makes it so that his demands to update him on your location via text aren’t really necessary, but it makes him feel better).

And from there, things only get more extreme – he’s catching your wrist as you go to pluck a piece of fruit out of the pile, narrow gray eyes watching you as he tells you to choose something healthier, why don’t I just make ya somethin’ to eat?

He’s sighing and blocking the door when you leave the living area, telling you to sit down and drink the glass of water he’d given you before you go lay down in bed, before you use the restroom, before you shower or brush your teeth or yawn or speak.

He quickly becomes the sole dictator of your life, making you ask permission for every little thing, making you feel subservient and below him, making you feel as if you’re nothing without him, as if you can’t properly take care of yourself without his guidance, without him metaphorically (and literally) spoon feeding you.

And frankly, as irritating and terrifying as it is, it’s difficult to get mad at him – after all, Osamu doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. It’s not even about explicitly controlling you for him; it’s more about making sure you’re his and that no one else can get to you, to make sure that you aren’t being swept away or stolen by anyone else.

And of course, it’s to get you trusting him, relying on him, needing him, because isn’t that what relationships are about? Mutual love, dependence, desperation?

Protective

Going hand in hand with his paranoia and controlling tendencies, Osamu views you as someone who, despite your best efforts, isn’t really able to take care of yourself. He trusts you and loves you, at least as much as he can given his staggering devotion to you, and yet he doesn’t inherently trust you with you, with your health and safety and care.

No, that’s his job, him as the man and your caretaker and the only one who can actually take care of you, who can adhere to your every need, whether you’re aware of it or not.

He’s fairly domestic at heart, loving the softer moments, and you’ll notice this extremely early on with his obsession with you. He’s always trying to cook you things, and while it’s sweet, soon it’ll start getting a bit weird.

He’s got a full course meal for you every lunch, always your favorite foods cooked exactly how you like them despite never mentioning it to him in more than passing. He’s raising his chopsticks and telling you to say ahh, his voice soft and gooey, practically purring at you. He’s placing the sushi against your tongue and smiling boyishly at you, his cheeks dusted pink while pride swirls in his chest that you’re eating his food.

It’s sweet, at first, and damn can he cook, but once he starts showing up at your door with breakfast and dinner as well, inviting himself inside to eat with you and your family, chatting up your father and helping your mother cook, you’ll start growing uncomfortable, unsure of why he’s there.

You won’t know why he seems to care so much and why he’s subtly tapping your wrist under the dinner table, smiling softly and telling you to slow down a bit, you’ll choke if ya keep eatin’ like that.

It’s strange and it’ll feel beyond out of place, but Osamu is a charmer. He may not be as obvious or charismatic as his twin, but your parents will quickly be won over, everyone around you telling you how good of a person he is, how he’s such a catch, how he’s so sweet to you, won’t you just give him a chance?

He’s always pulling you closer to him, keeping you by his side so that you don’t stray too far, keeping a hand on your wrist or shoulder or waist or back, warm fingers pressing into your body as a discreet but strong reminder that he’s right there.

He’s grasping your hips as he maneuvers you to the side to avoid the crack in the sidewalk, sending you a strangely shy, boyish smile as his cheeks turn pink and he murmurs something about you being oblivious as hell, yer always getting’ hurt.

He’s quick to grab your wrist when you’re opening doors or grabbing something sharp or hot, sending you a small look as he does it for you, murmuring something under his breath about you being too delicate, can’t have ya doing something so dangerous.

He’s genuinely concerned about your health and safety, truly – he doesn’t mean to be overbearing. He’s not trying to be condescending by saying that you’re incapable of doing anything substantial on your own; of course not! He’s just concerned that you tend to be clumsier than he’d like, and what would happen if you tripped and skinned your knee, broke your arm, got a life threatening concussion that altered your life forever?

(Or, worse yet, made you forget about him?)

He’s just doing what he thinks of best, and the trouble with Osamu is that while he’s not particularly delusional, he’s also not particularly great at seeing the reality behind his actions. He knows he’s a bit more overboard on his protectiveness over you than he should be, but he’s able to honestly write it off as being chivalrous, as being a good, caring partner.

He thinks he’s being romantic and exactly what you want when he cuts the crusts of your sandwiches off for you (even if you didn’t ask).

He thinks he’s being attractive when he doesn’t let you package your own leftovers from the restaurants, claiming the food is ‘too hot’ even though it came out more than forty five minutes ago.

He’s just trying to help, and he’d never be able to forgive himself if you were hurt when he could’ve prevented it – after all, what does that say about his ability to take care of you? Does he even deserve to call himself yours if he can’t keep you from getting bruised or scraped?

Would you even want him if he can’t protect you like a man should?

Obsessive

Generally speaking, Osamu’s devotion to you knows no bounds.

He’s busy with his restaurant, cooking orders and managing paperwork, but in between shaping the rice and signing his name, every single thought is aimed towards you. He’s constantly idly wondering about what you’re doing, what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking, whether you’re happy or sad or whether you miss him.

He likes to imagine the way you look at any given moment you’re apart; he’ll imagine the soft smile on your face as you see a particularly cute pet when you walk down the street, your fingers itching to reach out and give it some love.

He’ll imagine the way you’d sigh to yourself and roll your eyes when your coworkers are being annoying again; he’s told you so many fucking times to just quit so you don’t have to worry about it anymore, but you always refuse and laugh him off.

(It pisses him off that you so lightly reject his advice; can’t you see how being there is ruining your mental health? Can you not see how it’s deteriorating you, how you’re so much more stressed now, how the money isn’t worth your time? It infuriates him, and he’s sure that once you’re living together, your full time job will be taking care of the house, not your own finances. He’ll cover that, so don’t you worry your pretty little head.)

He’s imagining the way you shrug on your jacket, zipping it up until it stops right below your nose because it’s fucking cold outside, how you’d look like a cute little hedgehog all wrapped up for winter – no doubt warm and soft and perfect to hold in his arms.

He’s always thinking of you in sweet, domestic situations; you’re just too adorable to him, and it’s always been his fantasy to find a partner and live out those horribly cliché romantic tropes he always sees in TV or reads in books.

He wants to be the one spoon feeding you warm soup on cold days, watching as you flutter your lashes shyly at him and compliment to new recipe he tried out (or, more accurately, the recipe he made up knowing your favorite ingredients).

He likes to think about waking up in the mornings with you, the sunlight streaming onto your face as you let out soft little breaths and even the occasional snore, making his nose scrunch up and a snort leave his laugh because fuck, he’s heard that nose through your window for years and now that it’s right in front of him?

He’s imagining falling asleep with you, too, helping you with the skin routine he demands you set up and carry out with him – he wants to have dozens of photos on his phone of you making a kissy face in the mirror with him, a white mask covering your skin and making you look like some sort of slasher serial killer.

He’s plagued by thoughts and fantasies of you in every shape and form. (Some much, much more explicit than the kind, domestic ones – images of you on your knees with cum dripping down your chin and onto your tits, your fingers holding open your pussy and turning away your head in embarrassment as he stares from above you on the bed, the way you’d wantonly moan out his name and scratch down his back because he just feels too damn good.)

And so, the basis of his obsession with you starts out almost immediately with gathering information about you.

He wants to fantasize these sweet (and not-so-sweet) moments with you, but in order to this he needs to know more, to learn more. He wants to know everything he possibly can; when do you fall asleep at night?

Do you spend hours staring at your phone in the darkness of your bedroom, or are you out the moment your head hits the pillow?

What kind of food do you like?

Do you eat breakfast, and if so how would you feel about breakfast in bed, with you woken up to the scent of freshly scrambled eggs and a few (much too heated) kisses to your forehead by Osamu himself?

Do you prefer to spend time with others or by yourself?

Are you an animal person, and if so would you consider getting a pet with him as a trial run for your first child?

He wants to know every possible detail there is about you – and he’s frighteningly good at it. He’s just so unsuspecting; he’s nice, funny, a stand-out guy to everyone that knows him, and why would you have reason to think any differently?

Sure, it may be slightly offputting with how insistent he is that he’s always with you and making sure others don’t get close to you, but you’ll answer every question he throws at you.

After all, it may seem a bit odd to be asked what your greatest fear is, but you’ll just at him and puzzle over the answer, pressing a finger to your lip as you hum in thought.

It may be strange initially to be bombarded with so many questions about your future plans (where do you want to live? What do you see as your ideal marriage? Your ideal house? Your ideal number of children? Could you see yourself becoming a housewife or a stay at home mother?), but you’ll shrug off the sense of unease coiling at your shoulders and answer him honestly, because that’s just what friends do.

However, once his questions start teetering to a more questionable side, things that you don’t feel comfortable sharing with him, with another man, red flags may begin appearing for you. After all, why does he need to know your bra size?

The package of fancy lingerie that appears on your front door the next day in delicate lace of your favorite color surely can’t be connected to him, right? Even if the fit is perfect?

Why does he need to know how heavy your periods are; what knowledge could that serve him?

(Quite a bit actually, if the some twenty boxes of pads, tampons, and menstrual cups he’s hoarded into his closet in his apartment is any indicator.)

You’ll slowly grows confused by his efforts to know more and more, but Osamu is slick; he’s good at keeping information at bay, at comforting your fears because he's just such a nice guy, now won’t you please take another sip of your beer and tell him what position gets you seeing stars every time?

He just loves you, and he expresses his love by overfilling his brain with information of his favorite variety – you.

DEALING WITH RIVALS

While it would be a stretch to say Osamu never feels jealousy, he wouldn’t be lying if he said that the majority of his unease with other men earning your attention lies from the perspective of simply wanting to protect you.

Of course, he doesn’t like the possibility of your attention and love deviating away from him, your pretty eyes no longer focused on his, your smiles and laughter no longer aimed at his words and jokes. He likes that you seem to like him – he needs you to like him, after all, but that isn’t the entirety of what fuels his jealousy.

No, it’s the paranoia that eats away at him every time he sees you in public with any number of other people around you. He knows what kinds of monsters a lot of men are – he went to school with a number of them, and while he considers his friends to be good guys, even his closest companions have said questionable things over the years.

Hell, he’s though some questionable things over the years – of course, he’d never act on them, but idle thoughts of wow, she’s got nice tits or those pants are tight, wish she’d bend over again shocking him and making his cheeks flush red. He always feels guilty, immediately leaving the room and not able to look the woman in the eye ever again, but if he, Osamu Miya, someone who likes to think of himself as a feminist and non-threatening to women, is capable of such thoughts?

Then what do the men that don’t hold themselves to higher standards think? What kind of sick, perverse thoughts are rolling through their heads when they see a pretty woman nearby, a pretty woman like you?

It makes his skin crawl to just think about it, and so while he knows that rationally four out of five men would never hurt you, there’s always the what if eating at the back of his mind. He likes to think of himself as a the chivalrous, traditional male partner who cares for and protects his lover, and what kind of a man would he be if he wasn’t able to keep vicious hands – and heaven forbid, cocks – away from you?

What does that say about his ability to protect you, his ability to keep you happy and safe by his side? And so, while jealousy happens to him fairly often, most of the time it’s an ugly mix of his own personal jealousy, his protectiveness, and pure selfishness that cause him to tense up and watch the scene with an extra careful eye.

Towards the beginning of his obsession with you, Osamu was much more reluctant to actually interfere in situations in which he suspected something bad may happen. Of course, the moment anything bad actually did happen, like the man talking to you and reaching out to touch your shoulder, forced him to spring to life, to come to your aid and make him out to be not only the knight and shining armor, but also to get you out of that situation.

He’ll always remember the first time he did this – you ‘d been cornered by a man at a park while Osamu ‘happened’ – at least, you think it was an accidental meeting – to be passing through. The man had been sneering at you and backed you up against a tree in a less populated area, with no one seeming to notice.

You’d been visibly scared; shoulders tensed up and little stuttered pleas for him to move falling past your lips, but the man didn’t seem to care – or maybe, didn’t seem to mind. He’d been quick to swoop in, stepping between you and the man, and while Osamu doesn’t quite have the same physique as he did in high school, his height and the still very clear muscles coating his arms were enough to have the man scuttering off, spitting at the ground and glaring at Osamu.

He’d immediately turned around to help calm you down, leaning down and placing his hands on your shoulders, and it’s safe to say that the way you hugged him and whispered your thanks only further cemented his obsession for you – if you were to ask in the future, that’s the moment he’d say he knew he was in love with you.

And so, after that initial turning point, Osamu hasn’t hesitated much when it comes to defending you against unwanted (or, even wanted) attention from men – it’s his job, after all, and the reward of you clinging to him is so damn worth it.

The bell chimes right as expected, Osamu’s back facing the door to Onigiri Miya.

He can’t help the wide grin that takes over his features, even as he tries to bite it back so as to not lose his cool. He’s sure a flush is coating his cheeks; you always come in around five o’clock on Wednesdays like today, ordering your usual – onigiris that Osamu makes specially for you, but would never tell you is only willing to make for you.

He’s molding the rice with his hands at the counter, grateful for the open concept kitchen and eating area because as he turns around and sees you walking up to the register, the breath gets sucked out of his lungs.

Fuck, you’re so pretty.

And you’re looking right at him – chuckling as you call his name and wave your hand again, breaking him of the stupor he’d been trapped in. He clears his throat in embarrassment and fixes his cap, wiping down his hands on his pants as he approaches the register.

You greet him and give him your order, mentioning off-handedly you’ve been looking forward to his food all day – it must’ve been the only thing that got you through work, you’re sure. Osamu’s heart melts in his chest, the feeling in his fingers fully gone as he lets the compliment sink in, but he’s almost on autopilot as he rings you up and takes the money from your hand, already pushing the tray containing the onigiri your way.

(He’d already had it prepared, something you asked with a laugh as you took the tray, though you’d turned on your heel after thinking him before you could hear his small, vulnerable of course.)

His shift takes what seems like forever after that – he’s trying to focus on cooking, on making sure the seaweed lays perfectly against the rice, the filling being mixed to perfection, not letting any customers wait too long at the register, but it’s hard.

It’s hard to not watch the way you enjoy your food as you sit at the table by the window, the overcast sky shining in on you and making you seem to glow.

It’s also hard to ignore the way the man at the table next to you keeps sneaking glances at you, and when he opens his mouth to finally speak to you once you’re roughly halfway through your food, Osamu’s hand involuntarily crushes the rice in its grasp.

He curses under his breath as he sets it aside, perking his ears up and straining to hear the conversation. He’s flirting, Osamu realizes with a gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach – and badly, too. All compliments about your looks; you’re looking pretty today, love that skirt on you. Do you work out? You’ve got great legs. Osamu feels a shiver roll down his spine, and suddenly the mishappen rice is forgotten as he can only stare at the interaction, feeling his body temperature rising rapidly the longer the stranger talks.

You laugh weakly at the man’s comment, clearly uncomfortable as you shift in your seat to get further away from the man who’s clearly leaning in towards you. Your fingers tap nervously against the table you’re seated at, the shop suddenly feeling much too empty to you.

Oh, uh, that’s very nice of you… you trail off, hoping to end the conversation in its tracks. Unfortunately for you, the man doesn’t seem to pick up your hint.

He resumes on, rambling on about his own workout regimen, even going so far as to pull back the sleeve of his t-shirt and flex, cocking a brow at you and offering to let you touch his bicep.

You refuse, as politely as you can, and turn back to face your food. This seems to displease the man, and Osamu watches with a sharp, dangerous inhale of breath as the man reaches over and grabs your hand, setting it on his arm as he murmurs out a doesn’t it feel good –

Osamu’s moving before he knows it, having jumped the counter and practically sprinting to reach you. His wrist slaps away the man’s hand, your own fingers retracting immediately. He stares down in anger, disgust, barely contained rage, watching as the stranger’s lips part, anger and fear swimming in the man’s black eyes. Get out. Harassment is not tolerated in this restaurant. Get the fuck out, and don’t ever come back.

His voice is deep, the scariest you’ve ever heard it, and for a moment even you’re terrified – of Osamu, of all people.

But it seems to do the trick; the man is out of his chair in an instant, almost cowering away as he shakes his head and haughtily scoffs, walking towards the exit and keeping his shoulders taut all for show.

Osamu growls, before spinning on his heel and facing you, his hands on your shoulders as he searches your eyes with his own. He asks frantically if you’re okay, bombarding you with questions while you simply stare, before lunging at him and wrapping your arms around him, your shoulders shaking slightly as you whisper your thanks over and over. Osamu freezes for a moment, a pink flush spreading across the plains of his cheeks, before his arms return the embrace, squeezing you so much it nearly hurts.

He stays like that for who knows how long, before you pull back and he begrudgingly lets you go. You gulp and tell him you’re okay, that you’ll just finish this last bit of onigiri and then you’ll be off, and Osamu only nods, a displeased look on his face.

He scruffs your hair as he stands up, smirking down at you as you whine a bit, before he steps out the door, following the path he’d seen the man take.

It’s not hard to find him, nor is it hard to shove him against the alley wall, his fist meeting flesh once, twice, five times as the howls in pain. He’s clutching his face in his hands and crouching down by the time Osamu is done with him, but all the chef can do is spit at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and cursing under his breath.

Disgusting, treating women like that. Especially my women. Don’t you ever fucking come back, or next time I’ll kill ya. I’m dead serious. Yer fucking dead.

He seems happier when he steps back inside the shop, sending you a little wave to which you return, unknowingly making his heart flutter and his resolve harden.

Yeah, he’d do whatever it takes to make you safe and happy – even if it means roughing up his own criminal record.

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY

To be quite honest, the prospect of kidnapping you occurs to Osamu disturbingly quickly.

He’s always seen himself as wanting to end up with a partner one day – a pretty wife that he cherishes and who cherishes him back. He wants to live in a nice, downtown apartment a few blocks away from his restaurant, the whole place painted shades of white and gray (he’d never admit it, but just to match his hair and because his skin tone looks best against the color), with maybe a cat or child running around not too long after.

It’s a fantasy, pure and simple, but while little fourteen year old him was embarrassed to be daydreaming about such a sappy idea (Atsumu had been more than willing to make him aware of how weird this was when he’d accidentally let it slip at sixteen), the embarrassment has faded with age until Osamu began viewing the idea as less of a desire and more of a sure aspect of his future.

And so, once his feelings of such magnitude for you form, you seem to fit perfectly into this image he’s built in his mind.

You’d be such a good partner – he’d love to live by your side, sharing the dinner table with you, a bed, a shower, even a toothbrush if you wanted to. (And in case you’re wondering, yes, he wants to.)

It’s remarkably easy to imagine stepping into a bath tub with you, his bare chest against your bare back as you lean against him, letting your wet hair fall over his shoulders and his chin hook above your head. He'd rub his arms up and down your shoulders, admiring the way you shiver in his touch before relaxing, the heat of the water making your muscles loosen as the shiny diamond on your ring finger winks up at him, validation that you’re his, that he earned you.

It’s surprisingly easy to imagine poking your nose with a dollop of whip cream as he makes a batch of eclairs, seeing the way your nose scrunches up and you giggle, wiping it off your skin and instead placing it on his lips, following it up with a kiss and mischievous tongue that licks away all the cream.

It’s disturbingly easy to picture the way you’d breathlessly whisper to him that the test is positive – we’re – you’re – you’re gonna be a dad, ‘Samu.

You just fit the entire fantasy oh so perfectly, and so it just feels natural to substitute in your form whenever he finds himself idly daydreaming about his future. It’s mostly during long shifts at the restaurant or late nights alone in his bed that the thoughts come, but after only about two months of his obsession reaching it’s full fledged rage that the notion that he needs to live out these fantasies really solidifies.

No longer is it something he sees himself eventually doing – no, he will be living out his hopes for his future life, and you will be the one doing it with him. And so, while he’d ideally have you consenting to this and choosing to move in with him, Osamu isn’t above forcing you, either.

Of course, he’ll ask you first; it’s intended to be casual, the way he brings up moving in together, your brows shooting up in confusion because we’re not dating, ‘Samu, right? So why would we move in together…?

And really, you don’t have to remind him of that – you’re practically dating, aren’t you? With the amount of time you spend together, the longing glances he gives you that he swears are returned, and the way you melt into his touch when he gives you what you think is a friendly hug or kiss on the cheek.

You’re basically already together – which is why Osamu decides that sure, you may be pissed at him for the first few days, weeks, hopefully not months of being his captive, eventually you’ll come around. You seem to have a soft spot for him, and he can treat you like he should – he promises.

He can make you happy, in ways you’ve never been happy before.

And really, as much as you won’t want to admit it, Osamu is right.

You are mad when you first wake up to a semi-familiar but not quite known bedroom, your chest rising and falling rapidly because this isn’t your home. You don’t remember going home with anyone the night before, so where are you?

It’s only once Osamu slips into the room, his face lighting up at seeing you awake that the pieces slowly start connecting, the lock he sets into place on the door’s deadbolt making panic eat away at your gut.

You’re mad, enraged, terrified, and all Osamu can do as you struggle and yell at him to let you go is sigh and nod his head, telling you that it’s okay, I understand this is scary, but it’s what’s best for you. For us.

Of course, that doesn’t get you any calmer – you’re quick to spit out allegations of him being crazy, telling him that there is no ‘us’, that it’s not okay for him to be locking you away with him for the rest of your life – as he so brazenly tells you.

Osamu is patient, though, at least at the start. He’s not delusional enough to believe that you’d be happy the moment you wake up in your new home, that everything would be rainbows and butterflies.

However, Osamu does eventually expect you to straighten up; maybe it’ll be Stockholm Syndrome, maybe it’ll be those feelings of attraction you’d held for him before being stolen away resurfacing once more.

Frankly, he doesn’t care – all he cares about is now you’re in his grasp, by his side, where he can keep you safe, secure, and his. And safe he’ll make sure you are; the entire house is nearly babyproofed, because while he doesn’t think of you as an infant or treat you like one, there’s a part of him that’s too terrified that you’ll see the knife and start getting ideas.

He’s scared that if he doesn’t have covers on all the outlets, you’ll take the fork and jam it in as far as you can go, hoping your heart will eventually stop beating. The thought is too much for him to bear, and so he’d begun planning to make his apartment (in a very exclusive part of town, thanks to Atsumu’s connections, complete with soundproof walls and more square footage than he could ever hope to use) as perfectly fit for the both of you as early as he could.

And so, once you wake up that fateful morning to his bedsheets, you don’t really have a chance at escaping. And despite being kidnapped, you’ll find that you don’t particularly want to; you don’t have too much anonymity, but at least Osamu respects you enough to let you do your basic hygiene alone.

He’s not accompanying you to the toilet, nor does he brush your teeth for you, nor does he dress you himself. Of course, he’d love to do any number of these things, but he still sees you as your own, respectable person – just a person that needs him, is all.

Some things Osamu will still force you to include him in, though; showering is an activity that is always done together, your wet, nude bodies hovering close as he runs the loofah over your back, dipping dangerously close to your ass as he breaths a heavy kiss against the shell of your ear.

Cooking is an event that while he mostly does alone (he doesn’t trust you with a knife yet), you’ll be seated at the dining room table, expected to keep him company while he flies around the counters with pots and pans.

He’s really not too terrible of a captor, really. He’s pretty physically affectionate with you, always pressing kisses against the crown of your head, your fingers, your thighs, your lips and neck, and his arms are always around your waist while he sighs and relaxes against you.

He’s touchy, yes, but every amenity under the sun will be yours when you’re under his roof – nice TV’s with access to every streaming platform you could want, because he knows you get hankerings for programs that are difficult to find.

You’ll have exquisite food, always prepared by him and hand made with love (and perhaps, other things as well, though you’d rather die than find out the secret ingredient of his famous fried rice).

You’ll have an assortment of fluffy, warm sweaters (all of which have been worn by Osamu and spritzed with his cologne, just to get you falling in love with his scent), and all the blankets and stuffed animals you could ever want.

He wants to spoil you, and his only rules are pretty easy to follow; obey him, don’t try to escape, and don’t try to do anything that could hurt you.

It’s not horribly complex, is it?

It’s really not, and after a while of being stuck with Osamu as your only human contact, his kind words, compliments, gentle touches and earnest desire to please you, you’ll slowly find yourself letting your guard down, developing begrudgingly loving feelings towards him. You’ll hate it at first, hate both himself and yourself, but at the end of the day you really don’t have a choice.

Because while Osamu may chastise you for attempting to crack your neck (you’ll break it, baby, don’t crack it like that) or wear something light weight when the heating is broken for a few days in January (put on yer jacket or my sweatshirt, can’t have you walking around in shorts and a t-shirt for Christs’s sake), it’s difficult to ignore the way he looks at you with such reverence and devotion.

And while it may have scared you at first, eventually you’ll come around to it – isn’t it nice to know how much Osamu needs you? Isn’t it nice to feel wanted and desired, to know you’re the reason your captor is living, breathing, smiling?

It’s a head-fuck, sure, but who cares? All you’ll ever know for the rest of your life is Osamu Miya, so why not make the best of it?

PUNISHMENTS

For the most part, it’s true that Osamu is a fairly lenient captor.

He’s not particularly harsh nor demanding, and he does genuinely want to see you smile and return his feelings. Those fantasies of having a loving domestic life with you that he’s harbored for so long bar him from any truly atrocious acts, like burning you or leaving scars on your pretty body.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, not only because it would ruin his fantasies of being your perfect, caring lover, but also because he’d never be able to live with himself if he knew he was the reason for you being in pain. He’s driven to madness by his love for you, but he’s still not fully detached from reality – he knows that causing you pain is wrong, particularly physical pain. He’d be no worse than all those men he was trying to keep you away from when he was still developing his feelings for you.

And so, Osamu tries to give you as much freedom as he can within reason. You’re obviously not allowed to venture into the real world by yourself, nor are you allowed to do anything he deems dangerous (though, while belittling at times, eventually you’ll start to agree that it is dangerous for you to handle knives and razors, that you should just let him cut your apples and shave your legs).

You’re not allowed to disobey him, either, because if there’s one thing Osamu can’t tolerate from you, it’s disrespect or purposefully going against his words.

He doesn’t particularly enjoy brats, and he wants to be able to trust you to keep yourself out of harm’s way; it would save so many stress induced headaches, his eyes wearily watching the clock as he desperately wishes time would hurry up so he could close up shop and head home to you. He’s not super strict, and frankly it’s pretty easy to placate him – just hug him and compliment him, tell him you appreciate everything he does for you, and let him pamper you for a while.

He’s more than happy to take care of you; grabbing water and whipping up a nearly Michelin level meal of your favorite foods, with a yummy dessert for the both of you to share.

(With only one spoon, of course.)

He’ll turn on your favorite movie and have you lean back against his chest, his fingers idly massaging at your scalp as you watch the bright colors and action, familiar with every line and making him chuckle as you recite it.

He’ll lift the covers over your tired form when you’re about to fall asleep, diving down below them as he trails kisses down your stomach and between your legs, wanting you to fall asleep while feeling good, even if it leaves him hanging and having to either fuck his fist or your pretty thighs while you sleep.

And so, you’ll discover it’s actually pretty hard to tick Osamu off enough to get him to punish you – but when you do, he’s remarkably good at shutting down the behavior, even if it kills him to do so.

Osamu’s always known he’s soft on you; he doesn’t claim to pretend that he’s the traditional man of the household, putting you into your place so that you’re always the subservient woman.

No, if anything, Osamu plays both roles – being the strong man in the relationship, and caring to your every whim and need. And so, while it makes his heart ache and his gut wrench in agony to do it, he knows that the best way to punish you is to stop taking care of you.

He thinks the fastest way to show you that he’s your everything is to stop being it for a while – not cooking for you, not holding you in his arms, not engaging you in conversation and asking about your day, not giving you more attention than you would ever know what to do with.

It hurts him (more than it hurts you, if we’re being honest), but it’s the only way – and so, as Osamu watches in displeasure as you shake your head at him, he’s internally sighing. You’d refused to let him bathe you again – you’d been feeling rebellious lately, and while you’d only been with him for about a month – not nearly long enough for the Stockholm Syndrome to set in to the degree he wanted it to – he was starting to get sick of it.

Can’t you see he just wants to give you the proper love and care you deserve? It’s so hard to properly wash yourself, and it’s such a sweet, intimate moment to let him take control of your body, to run the soap through your hair and down the expanse of your arms and legs. Your rejection of bathing feels like a rejection of him, and so he merely nods his head, those gray eyes fixed on you.

Okay, he tells you, sitting up from the dinner table.

The barely touched food in front of you is snatched away from you in the blink of an eyes, being scraped into the garbage bin before you can even utter a word.

You’re confused, your rebellious flare dying down as you stare at him, unsure of what he’s doing. Osamu doesn’t say anything more, merely washing the plates in the sink while willing himself to not glance at you.

(It takes an inhumane amount of self-restrain to accomplish this task, as he’s so used to stealing looks at you nearly every minute of the day, too mesmerized by your beauty to do anything more than gape like a fish, but he manages.)

And maybe it’s petty, but hearing the way you mutter his name has his resolve hardening, because fuck, you’re already cracking.

Once the dishes are done, he dries his hands and whistles a tune to himself, heading down the hallway to his office. Paperwork is strewn across the wooden top, evidence of the way he’d been procrastinating for days on doing it in favor of spending time with you, but now is the perfect time. With a heavy sigh, he plops down into his rolling chair, picking up the pen and getting to work signing and approving business transactions, visualizing where he wants the company to be this time next year.

He slowly grows immersed in the work, having chanted to himself too heavily at the start of the paperwork to ignore you, ignore you, make her dependent on you by ignoring her needs, it’s the only way.

And so, when you peek into his office room, biting your lip in worry, Osamu genuinely doesn’t notice. You’re not sure what’s going on – he’s never this dismissive of you, always asking you if you’re hungry or need anything, if you’d like to read a book together or take a nap.

He’s never gone this long with at least smiling at you, and while it’d likely only been forty five minutes since you’d told him in a moment of bravery that you didn’t want to bathe with him, it feels like a lifetime.

You watch for a few moments, before carefully sitting yourself in the plush armchair in the corner of the room, situated so that you’re watching his back as his pen flies across the paper and his finger across the calculator.

At some point, Osamu notices your presence, but he steels himself to remain visibly ignorant to you and your eyes that seem to be boring into him.

Soon he finishes for the night, groaning as he stretches his shoulders and arms, but as he gets up to leave he doesn’t bother to spare you a glance.

You heart aches; are you missing him? The thought has you biting your lip harshly, tears stinging at your eyes at the realization, but before you can anything you hear Osamu turn the faucet on the bath on, the sound of rushing water making you stiffen up. Perhaps… if you want his attention back, maybe you’d have to…?

Osamu's brows are tightly drawn as he strips himself of his clothing and steps into the tub, trying to let the warm water relax his tense muscles. He peeks at the (purposefully) open door to his left, wishing that you’d appear, but after five minutes of you not showing up, Osamu sighs.

This is the right thing to do, he just knows it – how else is he supposed to get you dependent on him, on his love and protection? He knows it, he swears, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, that his lungs don’t feel like they’re crushing under the weight of his heartache –

He’s brought out of his reverie as he feels a poke at his hand, opening his previously closed eyes to see you standing next to him, a nervous and somewhat embarrassed look on your face.

With a start, Osamu notices that your cheeks are wet and your eyes still a bit red, and immediately guilt is crashing into him; he made you cry, fuck. He blinks at you, trying to keep his face emotionless, and watches as you gulp.

I-um, can I get in with you? You’re asking in such a quiet, unsure voice, and for a moment Osamu threatens to break his careless façade, the urge to swoon at your cuteness nearly too much to handle.

He blinks once more, prompting you to keep speaking.

You play with your fingers as you stare down at them, letting the words fall off your tongue. ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a brat. I’m just – I don’t know. I’m scared, ‘Samu, of how I’m feeling. You stole me away, and I’m not supposed to love you or even like you, but I don’t think I hate you anymore. I think – I don’t know, it’s confusing, but I think that I’m starting to need you.

Osamu’s heart is racing in his chest, your admission making his chest flush bright red, joy eating away at him because are you being honest?

Are you speaking from the heart?

The way you look so frustrated at yourself tells him that you are, and with a swallow much too loud to be unheard by you, Osamu speaks. Do ya understand that I’m just trying to take care of ya?

You quickly nod, chancing a glance at him, only to find his gaze stuck on you, the intensity making you shrink back.

It’s silent for a moment, before Osamu’s face splits into the softest, happiest smile you think you’ve ever seen, his arms opening wide as the water splashes lightly against his chest. Hurry up, cold water’s no fun to be in.

Your lips part and your eyes widen, and quickly you’re stripping off your clothes, too relieved at the way he’s looking at you to be embarrassed as every inch of yourself is revealed to his prying gaze. Soon you’re clambering in, burying your face into his neck and wrapping your arms around his torso, letting him return the embrace as you whisper against his skin.

I’m sorry ‘Samu, I know you love me and just want me to be safe, I’m sorry I acted out. I won’t do it again, just – just please, don’t ignore me. I need you too badly for that.

Osamu’s never had such a warm, pleasant feeling sit in his stomach before, and neither has he had such wonderful, romantic sex in his life as that night – with you clutching at him, not letting a single inch of space between your bodies, his name rolling off your tongue in waves as you came again and again and again, all for him.

OVERALL DANGER

Overall danger rating: 6/10

Osamu isn’t too terribly dangerous.

As far as yanderes go, he’s somewhat tame; he’s mostly just extremely devoted to your safety, and in turn devoted to making sure he knows everything about you so that he can properly fulfill his duty as your lover.

He’s a bit of a sucker at heart, and so while he’s capable of hurting others on your behalf (and isn’t afraid to do so, if he feels your safety is being threatened), Osamu treats you with delicacy.

You’re precious to him, something he can think of as truly and wonderfully his; he doesn’t have to share you with another soul on this planet, and he cherishes the idea of being your one and only in the same way. He’s lovestruck, truly, and while his protective tendencies may scare you at times, it’s truly coming from a (mostly) good place.

He just wants you to be safe and happy and his, and so while it likely doesn’t win him many points to be relocating you to his apartment, chasing off any rivals for your affection, time, or attention, Osamu sees it as a necessary evil.

He’s always wanted to have and be a loving partner, and you’re the one he’s decided has to be it. So while he may not be the traditional knight in shining armor, all Osamu cares about is you falling for him, just as you should.

All he wants is for your dependence on him to grow, so that the two of your can be mutually addicted to one another, unable to go nary an hour without at least some form of contact, be that a smile, a touch, a kiss, or feeling your wonderful, perfect little cunt squeezing around him.

Osamu just loves you, and try all you can, but eventually you’ll return his feelings. And how could you not?

There’s something wrong with him, yes, but have you ever felt so loved?

Have you ever felt so seen, validated, wanted?

You never have, and you never will, so just accept it. Accept him.

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arabaka · 2 years ago

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INCORRECT. As a fellow bi woman I DO want to hear u scream about ur niche sexy ladies. Please enlighten us. I Need To Know.

*₊˚💬୧ oh i don't know if i could-- WELL IF YOU INSIST. this is going to be so photo heavy l;dfsddfh let's start with the more popular??? ladies???? and also this is not all encompassing bc my memory is so BAD

just a crumb of their attention would suffice. please. to die between their thighs would be such a beautiful way to go... sneaking off to have a threesome in prison??? FUCK idk what to tell you. they just exude sex. i need them. we would gas each other up sm too......

fuck you makima fuck makima. i would let her do deplorable things to me. there's literally nothing about her i like exactly, it's more just. i need her to whip me. control devil this pussy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

league ladies... i need them to double penetrate me with the nastiest straps. i would be their bitch so fast it's PATHETIC. i have a preference for in-game vi but EITHER ONE OR BOTH??? both ladies are so strong and <333 i need them to protect me i need to be the pillow princess i-

i don't go here. i haven't kept up with one piece since i was like 10. but how can i deny this big beautiful lady. i would love to be on the receiving end of her affection. a bitch might be obsessed back!!!!

it's fuckin samus. definition of badass. i need to wife her up

#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 📮 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ*⁀➷ ꒰ mail time! ꒱

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0m3g45n1p3r4lph4 · 8 months ago

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Hunters actually has so much potential to be really unique and cool for a main story mode. Readmore cause I kinda go off here lol

6 other hunters are after what you're collecting, but they all have different weapons, goals, personalities, etc. Play that up more!

Noxus wants the Ultimate Power to keep it out of the hands that would abuse it eg. Trace, Weavel, Kanden. Why not form a truce? Obviously Noxus doesn't trust the Galactic Federation. Maybe this could play into unique interactions with Sylux, who also has a mysterious grudge with them?

Spire seeks the Ultimate Power to find his missing people. Supposedly Spire isn't from a race affiliated with the Galactic Federation, maybe you could team up and offer their help? Also. They can climb walls and swim in lava. Have them take advantage of that. Maybe there's puzzles only either one of you can solve, so you split up and reconvene here or there?

Trace is physically weak, relying on stealth. Despite this only the first Trace encounter properly uses stealth. Imagine entering an arena and - if you didn't carefully scan the place - boom, energy tank gone from an imperialist shot. Stay on edge cause the second that shots fired he's moving to hide somewhere else.

Weavel has a specific vendetta with Samus. If he's in a room fighting someone else, have him drop everything to kill you. This is personal and he will pursue you through multiple rooms to try to get revenge. Maybe he could convince Kanden or Sylux to truce? I also wonder if there's a good way to emphasize Space Pirate tech in his moveset, really add more unique abilities to characters. Space Pirates can usually jump really high and grab walls for better angles, plus the game never let's you use his energy blade. Fix that! Give characters a melee!

Kanden only cares about destruction and violence. As a bioweapon, Kanden likely seeks to augment itself with the Ultimate Power, so who's to say it couldn't be augmenting itself with other stuff as it progresses? Missile Launcher, new Alimbic weapons, maybe even a suit upgrade? I also wonder if there should be specific destructible elements in areas, like pillars that could be collapsed. Having the game change as you play it would be neat, maybe returning to a room and knowing that Kanden came through here because of the destruction.

Sylux. Where do I even begin. As far as the clear antagonists go, Sylux feels the most intelligent and mysterious. Everyone else is either "haha pain and destruction" or "I hate you personally", but while Sylux has a grudge against the Federation, we don't know the full story. This would be a great time to flesh out their background and motivations, and give some teasers for Prime 4.

And then there's the alimbics themselves. They're almost an inverse of the common Chozo archetype - where the Chozo were once strong and proud warriors who saw devastation and moved to peace, the Alimbics were peaceful before being devastated in war and obsessing with weapon development - both mechanical and especially biological. I like to theorize that this war they lost was against Mawkin Chozo, giving them some earlier notes in the story likely before the fall of The Nest. With that in mind, would the Alimbic security systems target you before any other hunters for your Chozo power suit? Sure would make having allies helpful, if everything is targeting fire at you.

We know they developed weapons adjacent to the Prime Hunter weapons - it's likely the reason Gorea reached out to the hunters, as it knew they held what would work as keys for its prison. What else did they make? Any protective gear, like a new suit that allows camouflage? Any movement enhancers, like a hover pack? Other weapons, something similar to Weavel's energy blade? I definitely think the melee counter should start appearing in Prime games, imagine enhancing it to deal serious damage!

TL;DR: lemme remake Hunters, Nintendo

I just want them to give Hunters a huge overhaul remake that can do more with the core premise, honestly.

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sugawarassoulmate · 3 years ago

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osamu x bad boy 🍑?

The way im obsessed with this man actually,,

Congratulations for 3k!!!! 🎉👏

sorry for the wait 🥺 kinda based it off this ask i did a bit ago!

words: 993

cw: fem!reader, fingering, dubcon, bully!osamu, name-calling, minors dni

for as long as you could remember, atsumu warned you to steer clear of his brother. osamu, he was as nasty as they come and nobody knew that better than you. how could you forget all the hair pulling or bruises from getting shoved off of bikes and scooters? as much as you tried to stay away from him, osamu always seemed to find you.

that’s probably how you ended up in this situation.

osamu had interrupted the movie night you and atsumu had planned for days—he plopped himself on the couch, knee brushing against yours, completely taking up the rest of the space. atsumu rolled his eyes, muttering in your ear to “ignore him” while the movie kept playing.

usually that was easier said than done, osamu loves to make his presence known. but today he seemed to be on his best behavior. he wasn’t shifting around in his seat every five minutes or bickering with his brother over his stupid comments about the movie. he sat perfectly still, keeping his hands mostly to himself.

except for the hand gripping your thigh.

atsumu was too busy babbling about how iron man was obviously better than captain america to take notice of what his brother was doing underneath the blanket. you tried to remember his words “ignore him” but that only seemed to egg osamu on further.

you can feel his fingers traveling up your inner thigh, lightly scratching at the sensitive skin. instinctively, your legs tense up and clamp around his rough hand. pushing him away won’t do much, so you let him play with you a bit and hope that he’ll get bored and go upstairs.

but it’s never that easy with him and osamu’s hand easily finds itself slipped underneath the waistband of your shorts. your head shoots up, turning in osamu’s direction but he pays you no mind. his hand cups your pussy like it’s normal thing for him to do. you can feel your face heating up, squirming between the two boys.

“ya good, y/n? we can watch somethin’ else,” atsumu said, noticing how quiet you had become. you hands immediately go in your lap, hoping that he won’t catch what his brother is doing. but damn them and their weird twin telepathy, he definitely senses something is off. “is he botherin’ you again?”

“no one’s botherin’ anyone, worry about yerself, dumbass.” osamu snaps back, eyes still on the screen.

you could tell atsumu was ready to argue back but you gave him a small smile to quell his anger. “i’m fine, let’s keep watching,” atsumu’s mood doesn’t falter but your words seem to do enough to settle him back into his seat. his phone starts buzzing and he groans after seeing the words on the screen.

“ah shit, kita-san’s callin’, i’ll be right back,” he grumbles, brown eyes flicking at his brother. “tell me if he starts some shit.” atsumu warns before stepping out of the room. it only takes osamu, impatient as ever, a few moments alone with you before he has you pinned to the couch, calloused fingers bullying their way into your cunt.

“yer not as tight as before,” he says, tugging down your shorts and leaving your entire bottom half bare for him. “ya gettin’ used to me touchin’ ya like this? such a dirty fuckin’ girl, what would my brother say, huh?”

atsumu was the last person on your mind, his warnings to “stay away” from his brother meant nothing when osamu’s hands were on you. “samu, he could come back any second…” but you’re making no effort to stop him, grinding against osamu’s hand and gasping into the couch cushion.

“let me worry about that, idiot. just focus on gettin’ off without makin’ too much noise,” he grunts against your ear, palm teasing your clit as he hovers on top of you. you’re not sure what’s more embarrassing, the sound your cunt makes as your walls constrict around osamu’s fingers or the way his eyes never leave your body, taking note of all your small movements.

“didn’t even try to stop me and now yer humpin’ my hand like a bitch in heat,” osamu plants a messy kiss on your lips, a string of spit connecting the two of you when he pulls away. “gonna cum around my hand when ya know ya shouldn’t even be talkin’ to me. what a bad girl.”

he’s got three fingers rearranging your insides how, with no care to be gentle but your cunt welcomes them so hungrily. osamu’s right, it’s so bad, you should’ve tried harder to stop him but instead you wanted him to touch you more. how would his lips feel on your neck, your chest? how would his cock feel stretching you out for the first time?

“sa–samu…” your thighs start twitching and your mouth feels like cotton. you don’t want to get too loud, unsure of where atsumu went off to take his phone call. your cries get buried by your hands, cumming around osamu’s fingers like the shameful whore he says you are.

for the first time, osamu smiles at you, kissing you once again before pulling your bottoms back up. “came so much fer me, dummy, did it feel good?” when you nod, osamu’s eyes darken. “course it did, stupid. i’ll do it again later, yeah? now watch the rest of yer shitty movie and don’t tell him a fucking word.”

osamu gets up from the couch, openly licking his fingers as he walks past atsumu who just finished his call. the older boy takes one look at your flushed face and is quick to ask what his brother said to you. “nothing happened, we were just talking about class,” you lied and your best friend looks unconvinced.

“ya don’t have to keep defendin’ him, y/n. he gets a kick out of teasin’ ya, just stay away.”

but you weren’t so sure that you wanted to.

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tetsunormous · 4 years ago

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Prove yourself useful

pairing: dom!Kenma x f!reader x spectator!Suna x Spectator! Osamu

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, post time-skip university, gamer boyfriend

word count: 2.4 k

warning: thigh riding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, hair pulling, mentions of edging, spanking (?), degradation

It’s just past 2 in the afternoon and your lecture finally finished. University is nothing like what you grew up thinking it would be, but it would be a lot worse if you didn’t get to live with your boyfriend.

You met Kenma during your first year and it didn’t take long for the two of you to begin falling for each other. He is more complex than you’d ever imagine and everyday you learn new things to learn about him. At the surface level he’s incredibly successful; being a youtuber, a pro gamer, a fucking CEO, all while taking university classes. However, Kenma is so much more than that.

The Kenma you know and love is the Kenma that’s cooped up in his gaming room spitting insults at his friends while they practice for a match they have later on in the night. The Kenma that you find yourself daydreaming about is the one obsessed with your apple pie and insists it's never too hot to eat right out of the oven. Your Kenma doesn't show the world all his little quirks, but you’ve learned to understand all of his many facial expressions and what he needs at the time. Everyone sees Kenma as this shy intelligent man who prefers to keep things to himself, which he is, but your favourite Kenma is the one he only lets out behind closed doors.

For someone so reserved none of his following would ever expect him to be the kind of lover to share you with others. No one would ever suspect Kenma for being the kind of lover to get off on seeing you completely ruined and embarrassed. This version of Kenma is definitely the one you find the most interesting because he kept it from you for the first year of your relationship, but two years in and his friends have seen more of you than you could keep track of.

Just thinking about him gets you worked up and it's times like this that you’re grateful for online classes. You tiptoe into your shared bedroom to discard the panties you’re currently wearing. The mere thought of riding his thigh gets you so excited the pair of black lace you previously wore didn’t stand a chance. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, your outfit isn’t anything special but it's his favourite. The sweater you’re wearing just big enough to cover your ass, sleeves long enough to hang past your fingertips, no bra or panties, the sheer thigh high socks that never fails to leave him hard, and the little cat ears resting on your head he bought for you months ago.

If he saw you now, there’s a chance you’d get your way.

You knock softly on the door before entering. The blinds are shut and there's a purple hue emitting from his LED lights. He’s sitting in front of his three monitors with nothing but a pair of sweatpants and his headset on, “Kenma? Are you in a game right now?”

His back is towards you so you begin to walk towards his desk, closing the door behind you. Osamu and Suna have seen the two of you naked plenty of times but for some reason, you still get a little shy. You wave at them on screen as you stand behind your boyfriend and you can hear their remarks through his headset.

“Oi, I think a little kitty wants to join before we play tonight”. Suna is always the first to say something, but Osamu definitely teases you more.

“You didn’t tell us we’d get a special treat today, Kodzuken”

Kenma stares blankly at his friends before turning to you, “Hi pudding, you finished with class?” he asks as his eyes wander down your body. You can see a slight smirk form on his lips before reaching out to give your hip a squeeze, “Miya was right, what a special little treat you are”

You know Kenma is observant but you can’t help but act a little cuter when there’s an audience around. “If you’re just practicing for now, can we cuddle Kenken, I missed you”, you ask with a slight pout on your face and your sweater paws reaching out for his arm, eyes glancing down at his bulge.

His eyes soften a bit and he chuckles at your act, “yeah yeah, sit on my lap you little brat”

You happily oblige and sit on his left thigh. Your head leaning on his shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. With your arms resting on his shoulders, you begin playing with his hair and rocking your hips ever so slightly.

“We haven’t seen you wear those little ears in a while y/n, don't tell me you put them on after class just for some cuddles” A blush creeps onto your face as Suna continues to tease you about your intentions.

“Awh, don’t hide your face from us y/n. Kozume has shown us you’re not really as shy as you seem, did Suna’s little comment really make you blush that hard?”

You feel your boyfriend nudge you lightly with his shoulder, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth. “She knows I won’t fuck her till tonight yet she still climbs up onto my leg without panties on, she can act shy all she wants but we all know how shamelessly needy she is” You lift your head from his shoulder with a surprised look on your face. He’s still staring at his monitor, fingers busy with the controller, “you didn’t think I’d feel how wet you are? Your pussy is soaking through my sweats kitten”

The boy's laughter rings through the headphones and a whine escapes your lips. He takes his headphones off and has them resting around his neck before putting his controller down. You feel his hands under your arms and he positions you so that you're sitting on his left thigh facing his desk, legs resting on either side of his.

“Awh Osamu, look at the little kitty pouting cause her big bad boyfriend turned her away”

“She’s always so needy, aren’t you y/n? And in front of us too? You like putting on a show and having everyone see what a slut you are, huh”

Your thighs squeeze around Kenmas as your entire face starts to become red. You can hear your boyfriend clearing his throat before landing a hard smack against your thigh. “He asked you a question kitten. If you’re going to be a needy slut and come in here while we’re practicing, at least show some manners”

“Y-yes Samu” you whisper, “I like having you watch”

All the boys hum in unison and Suna leans back in his gaming chair, leaving his controller on the desk. “Well since you interrupted practice, I think it’s only fair you give us something in return, isn't that right Kenma”

“Suna makes a good point. I treated you so well last night cause we both knew I would be busy until later tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to give you the attention you need.” His slender fingers weave through your hair at the base of your scalp before pulling hard, exposing your throat for his friends to see. His nose softly traces your sensitive skin, inhaling your scent, “I let you cum all night long, but here you are with your greedy little cunt rubbing itself against me trying to get off”

“Maybe you need to be more mean with her, she should know better than to come in here if she isn’t going to make herself useful”

“You hear that?” Kenma’s other hand travels up your sweater and pinches your hardened nipple making you hiss in pain. “Should I listen to Osamu and be extra mean to you so you learn how to act?”

All three boys are now smirking at you but that just makes your body more aroused. Your pussy is throbbing and it takes everything in you not to start grinding on his leg. You feel him flex his muscles and you can't help but to cry out as the additional pressure on your clit sends an electric shot throughout your body.

“The poor baby can’t even respond”, Suna chuckles and pretends to pout “you are just a dumb little whore, aren’t you y/n?”

You let out a whine as your eyes meet Kenma’s. His cold stare alone asserts dominance over you and without thinking your hand reaches out to touch him. You feel a sharp pain as he smacks your hand away, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me kitten”. He yanks his hand back from your hair causing you to jerk forwards and grab a hold of the desk for balance. “We all know you won’t get allowed to cum later on but you will put on a show for us and prove you aren't just a useless slut”. He leans back with one arm resting on his armrest, “shall we make things interesting boys?”

Osamu stares intensely at you before laughing in your face, “Yea, let’s see if she can prove herself. If she can’t, I don’t think she deserves anything tonight”

“Y/n can be more than just Kozume’s dumb fuck, right? You gonna put on a show for us?”

Your mouth parted and eyes wide, you whip your head back to meet your boyfriends but he only smirks at you. “You have eight minutes kitten. Your hands stay on the desk and I won’t be touching you. If we hear a peep slip out of your lips, you lose. You better ride my thigh like you’re chasing the last orgasm you’ll ever have because if you fail to cum, I will edge you all night long to the brink of insanity, but all you can do is watch me fuck my fist instead.”

Osamu and Suna are rubbing themselves through their sweats as they snicker at our boyfriends rules. They continue to tease you but all you can focus on is the way Kenma is looking at you. He reaches back to tie his hair into a low bun and bounces his leg lightly, “are you ready?” he asks with his eyebrows slightly raised and a smirk. All you can do is nod back in his direction as you feel him flexing his thigh. He reaches for his phone and you watch as he sets a timer for eight minutes, “alright kitty….start”.

Your legs squeeze around your boyfriend's thigh as you begin to roll your hips. You shimmy yourself forwards a little bit so your clit can press against the base of his quads every time you rock forwards. Kenma was right, you're so wet it’s almost embarrassing how your own juices have lubricated your folds. Even against the fabric of his sweats, your pussy is drenched with your own arousal, helping you grind against his leg with ease. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to control your breathing so the overwhelming pressure doesn’t cause you to moan out loud.

You can hear the two boys teasing and laughing at how filthy you really are but all you can think about is chasing that O. The noises coming from your riding, the way your juices have dampened his pants, making a wet slapping noise every time you rock. Your fingers are gripping his desk hard and all you can do is throw your head back, chest heaving, trying to swallow your whines as you start to feel the tension building in your stomach. “I can feel the way your pussy is twitching every time you rock forwards, sometimes close isn’t she?” Kenma moves forwards and speaks softly by your ear, “You only have three more minutes, why don’t you let us hear your pretty voice hmm?”

“Oh y/n, you look like you’re close to cumming, we’ve never heard you this quiet before. I bet it would feel even better if you moaned for us”

“Suna and I always talk about how pretty and desperate you sound, let us hear you”

The constant egging didn’t help but it definitely made you more needy. They all knew how loud you were when Kenma would stuff you full and just as you let out a heavy breath, your boyfriend flexes his muscles. Your mouth falls open as you roll faster, knowing your orgasm will happen soon. The way his thigh feels against your slick folds should be illegal, it shouldn’t feel this good before he even touches you.

“Oh I think someones going to cum, show us how you fall apart. Ride my fucking thigh and imagine how much better it would be if my cock was in your needy hole”. Kenma now palming against his dick as he watches your eyebrows furrow, your eyes squeeze tight, your cheeks glowing , the baby hairs sticking to your forehead, all while you bite down on your bottom lip trying your hardest to keep all your noises inside. You look absolutely stunning to him, falling apart over his leg. He keeps flexing his thigh at a fast pace to help you reach your high, no longer caring about the challenge. He’s so mesmerized by the way your pussy feels as it’s throbbing, and how your legs squeeze harder against his as you completely come undone.

You can hear the boys let out soft moans as you cum all over your boyfriend's thigh with a force that even you’re surprised about.

“Fuck Kenma, you get to see that every time?”

The timer goes off and you limp over the desk, “fuck off Suna, consider yourself lucky the two of you got to get off to her”, he says with a smile on his face.

“We know we’re very lucky,” Osamu says chuckling, “ thank you y/n, we’ll definitely win our 3v3 later”

Kenma looks over at you and pulls you close to him. He slips his hand under the sweater and rubs your back, “you did so well baby, I’m surprised you didn’t make a sound”

“Promise I did good? D-does this mean I get to cum later?”

“You really think I’m going to forget why this all happened in the first place? You just came all over me and you’re already thinking about getting stuffed huh” he cradles your face with a faint smile on his face. “You did so well, so we’ll see” and presses a kiss on your lips, “for now, you can stay here for the next while and sit in embarrassment as they continue to tease you about you cumming just from my thigh”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq smut #hq x reader #hq #kenma kuzome #kenma #kenma smut #suna smut #suna #suna rintarō #osamu #osamu miya #osamu smut #dark #tw exhibitionism #tw cyber sex

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ichigoromi · 4 years ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 | 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

I've written several romance Miya twins headcanon, but I think if the twins had a younger sister, it's going to be chaotic and fun. I am going to have fun writing this! I am so excited!

Characters will be aged up!

Enjoy~!

Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu

OVERPROTECTIVE. They are extremely protective over you and would constantly check on you.

Since you were two years younger, the three of you have been inseparable since young, and you three almost resemble triplets.

They were the ones that got you into volleyball, and you moved to Hokkaido for middle school and high school since you were scouted and offered a scholarship too.

Though you guys are apart, your bond is stronger than ever.

When you come back to visit during the holidays, they would bring you out to eat and hang out with their friends.

You played as a libero for your school team and the National Junior team.

They often tease your accent since you have stayed in Hokkaido for quite some time; your Kansai dialect was not as polished as your brothers.

Some of his friends are interested in you, and the twins immediately shut down their idea of dating their precious baby sister.

You got along very well with Suna, which irks the twins a lot since they trust him as a friend but not with their baby sister.

With schoolwork and the long hours of training, you have no time to think about a relationship.

But you and Suna get along really well.

When it was time for the official games, they would call you, and you guys would exchange how the games went.

There was a time that you accidentally injured your ankle in the middle of the finals, and your brothers were watching the live stream, and they immediately leapt out of their seats and ready to fly to Hokkaido.

Luckily it was just a sprain, and you guys won, but your brothers managed to fly to Hokkaido.

Your teammates were fangirling over your brothers, but you slight embarrassed and glad that they are here.

Your coach lets you off earlier since your brothers are here, and you starts crying when you three were alone.

They were caught off guard since you rarely cry.

You were disappointed in yourself that you injured at such a critical moment, and it was the first time you ever got injured in a game.

The twins comforted you by getting you some good food and carry you all the way from the restaurant and back to your school.

They also went to support you at the Nationals, with their old teammates tagging along.

Years passed, you and Atsumu went on to play volleyball professionally, and Osamu opens his own onigiri shop.

The one person that the twins desperately prevented you from getting close became your boyfriend; Suna, definitely has the last laugh.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe my daughter has been hiding you for so long! I'm so glad that this silly girl finally brought you to meet us!" Your mother warmly welcomed Suna into the Miya house.

Your father and your brothers were behind your mother, giving him the 'stare' while silently judging him.

"I would have brought him earlier if not for my dear brothers. Right, Tsumu nii-san and Samu nii-san?" You glared at them as your mother fawns over Suna.

They look away, and your mother ushers him into the dining room, where she has prepared a spread for all of you since it was rare of you guys to come back home. Suna bought your parents some expensive tea leaves since you mentioned your mother is recently obsessed with tea.

Suna had a lot of fun teasing the twins since they never expect him to make a move on you and succeed.

Your dad was the most serious since you are his baby daughter and treasures you a lot. It would definitely hurt him if your heart got broken, and he would hunt whoever hurts you.

"Suna, are you going to marry my daughter?" You choked on your rice and starts coughing, and Osamu pats your back, and Atsumu gives you water. You and Suna have only been dating for a year now, and marriage is a long way to go.

But that question didn't faze him at all. He calmly took your hands in his and stare straight into your father's eyes.

"Of course, I love her. I'm not saying this to assure you, but I promise that I will marry her when the time is right." He sincerely said, and you heard sniffles then sees Atsumu crying.

You were touched and shocked by his reply but even more surprised at Atsumu's crying.

"Suna! You are the best! You have my approval!" He threw his arms around Suna, and Osamu did the same.

You laughed and squeeze his hand while your brothers bother him.

Though they may be annoying, they are still the best brothers that you will ever have.

Oh yeah, lovely Miya older brothers and boyfriend Suna. Love all of them.

Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Cocky best friend Astumu, always bragging about how many girls he gets and y/n is not completely inexperienced, like they have had their first kiss and have done a bit of groping but nothing beyond that. So one day y/n nervously as Astumu if he’ll teach them how the give a blowjob. At first he thinks it’s a prank and says no so y/n is like “find all just ask samu” and he’s just like “no no no no no no absolutely not, I’ll teach you” and they are both nervous but it ends up being 1000% better than he thought and now he’s obsessed with trying to sleep with his best friend, basically he’s pussy whipped and he hasn’t even fucked them yet -✨Puppy🤩

aka. a growing up friends to lovers fic that ends in a blowjob

aka. you suck atsumu’s dick in the locker room bc you’re jealous of all his chicks

cw: face fucking, atsumu being atsumu

not proof read <3

—-

they say twins have half of the same soul. one heart divided into two. an eternal bond between people.

so how was it possible for twins to be so universally different?

osamu, sweet sweet osamu miya. meeting on a sweltering august day, at some convenience store a few roads from where your family moved. you had run into each other, the collision making you drop your popsicle.

the commotion bringing tears to your seven year old mind, you couldn’t believe what was happening to you. your allowance, gone within a second. and a boy thinking you were a crybaby.

you were ready for the world to burn around you, what was life without your cherry slush pop? so of course, noticing he was no longer there, you waited outside the store ready to berate him for drowning your only happiness in the depth of the ocean.

and when he did, you didn’t prepare for a new cherry pop to be shoved in your face. He apologized for your now red puddle of sugar water on the concrete.

you both sat on the curb, arguing why each of your preferred popsicle flavors were superior.

osamu, your sweet osamu, had become a constant in your life.

you were so happy to see him playing in the sand at a local park. so you did what you had done so many times before, run up and ruffle his hair.

only to be met with a harsh, “gross! i’m not ‘samu you weirdo!”

and thus atsumu miya, the supposed other half, was thrown into your world.

beyond looks, he was nothing like osamu. and yet you somehow became closer to the snarky, eventual blonde.

still favoring osamu, their twinly banter had now included you. granted you took osamu’s side a whole lot more than atsumu’s.

that must’ve been the spark that drove the temperamental boy closer to you, in respect that you never admired your application for the boy.

not wanting to feed into his ever growing ego.

in some odd way, you had become his closest confidant. the one he came to when volleyball became a little too much.

you got to be the girl who wore his opposite jersey to his games, the one who sat with him and explained his math homework to him for thirty minutes because he didn’t understand.

you were atsumu miya’s best friend. the best friend that he told all his adventures, ones that you don’t always want to hear.

“and she did this thing with her tongue! i think she could swallow my whole dick if she wanted to!”

asking him about his love life was something you couldn’t help but doing. no matter how much you wanted to be the one he talked about.

never mind how he pretended her head was there and how he threw his head back, there was no way he had any idea what it was doing to you.

you were jealous, far more than you even had been. you knew this girl, she was someone you knew got around. good for her, but you wished she didn’t have to go after your half of the twins.

but there was no way you could be as good as he described, and you weren’t going to ask anyone else. you were stuck between a rock and a hard place, with an extremely narrow escape route.

“could you, maybe, um, teach me how to do it?” you didn’t know if he was schooled to some other bad emotion but he just froze for a minute, and right as you were about to take it back, “y/n, stop playing! pranks aren’t funny unless people are around!”

he thought you were joking?

now you were more angry than embarrassed, you’ll show him. if he didn’t agree you’d have to make him.

“fine, i bet osamu would help. i guess i’ll have to go find him.” sighing you rose from your seat as a look of pure horror crossed the blondes face.

“wait, wait! don’t ask him! here, i’ll whip it out and ya can to it, promise!” he practically yanked you back into him as his hands fumbled with his pant ties.

you do have to give it to him, he has a pretty dick. less long than you hand thought but definitely makes up for it in girth, and god was it leaking.

“s-stop staring! just grab it.” grab it?

doing as he said you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. his breath hitching was you have a few experimental tugs. you kind of had an idea of where to go from here.

wrapping your lips around the head of his dick, you gave small kitten licks cleaning the pre-cum. gathering all your courage you took as much of him in your mouth as you could fit.

it wasn’t much but whatever you couldn’t reach you replaced with your hand, a move you learned from the romance novels you spent all of second year reading.

a hand attached to the back of your head before his voice rasped out, “hollow your cheeks, suck”

god he sounded hot, the hand pressed your head until your nose was against his pelvis and his cock was in the back of your throat. “breath through your nose, keep your tongue moving babe”

following his direction you finally got to see his head throwback as a loud gut weak moan left his lips. taking a second before bobbing your head you set a slow teasing pace.

that lasted about a minute before two hands grabbed your cheeks and began bobbing your head for you.

as he face fucked you, he let all of the moans and grunts out. exclamations of how he was going to surf your mouth with cum, and you’ll swallow.

following up on his promise a few minutes later keeping your head there until you had for sure swallowed his load and he was soft.

letting you kneel under his for a minute, thumb brushing your lips to rid of any cum that may have been left.

“was that good?”

“better”

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osamusriceballs · 4 years ago

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Regulars - Part I

Atsumu x Reader, Suna x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 1 k

About: Alright, we’ve got waitress y/n, we’ve got chef Osamu, and we’ve got pro volleyball players Suna and Atsumu (and some others will have a cameo as well!). Let’s see what will happen, hmm?

Part II

"It’s Miya-san! He is so handsome!”

“Atsumuuu, can you please sign this!”

“Can we take a picture?”

You roll your eyes as you witness the scene. He is surrounded by fangirls—again. It has become a frequent occurrence ever since he started coming to Onigiri Miya regularily after returning to Tokyo. One day, one of his obsessed fans found out he visits his brother’s restaurant every weekend, and it was game over for you.

Saturdays are now the most stressful days for you for sure. While the customers' ages usually vary from young to old, it's now mostly young quirky fans visiting on Saturdays. They are nice towards you, but their eyes are constantly glued to the door, expectantly waiting for the star setter to enter—the handsome volleyball player who made Japan win the Olympics.

The way he entered today made them turn their heads instantly. Still wearing his training clothes, his face covered by a black mask, he appeared somewhat dangerous and mysterious at the same time—until he waved towards your direction- not that you needed that to notice him. After all, it was almost impossible to miss the 187 cm tall man in the small restaurant.

You can barely understand the customer in front of you over the squealing that instantly starts behind you.

“Uhm... excuse me, sir, could you repeat your order, please?” you ask softly, an apologetic smile on your lips. He nods and points to the menu.

“Sure, I want the Onigiri Miya special with salmon and—”

“Ahhh, Miya-san, can you hug me while we take a picture?”

Loud screams erupt once again, and you furrow your eyebrows angrily. You'll get a headache at the constant noise.

“Would you excuse me for a second?” you politely smile at the man in front of you, unable to focus on him at all. He nods, confused, while you nod and quickly make your way towards Atsumu, who had already tugged the mask, that he probably got from Sakusa, thoroughly under his chin, revealing his slightly tired but still attractive face.

He is busy signing a photo but immediately looks up when you come closer. His smile gets wider, and he waves in your direction.

“Y/n! Long time no see, how have ya been?” A few gasps echo through the room when he says your name and talks casually to you, a few eyes jealously darting towards you. But you just take a deep breath and shrug your shoulders.

“I saw you last weekend, it wasn’t really that long. But listen, could you please keep it down? Samu will get angry if you always cause a commotion.”

“Oh—sorry to bother ya.” His face shows guilt for a second, and he quickly nods towards the entrance, motioning the girls to follow him.

“Let’s do this outside. I’ll come back when I’m done. Can y’all follow me? I'll sign everythin' outside.”

The girls nod and quickly follow him outside, giggling loudly, happy to have all of his attention now.

A relieved sigh leaves your lips when the door closes behind them. Heavenly silence. You would definitely think he was an arrogant ass if you had just witnessed this scene and only seen how confident and cocky he always acts around his fans—but you know him better than that. You already know the other sides of Miya Atsumu.

“Y/n.”

A low and raspy voice causes you to turn around until you face a tall, dark-haired man with an impossible-to-read expression on his face- a pleasant surprise.

“Ah—Rin! I didn’t see you, sorry! Do you have a table already? Did you order? Do you want me to get Samu—”

He sighs as words leave your mouth like a waterfall and waves with his hand to stop your blabbering. You huff, surprised at his sudden action, but he ignores it and starts to talk again.

“Hey, slow down. I just arrived; no need to freak out. I’ll wait for you as long as I have to. I didn’t mean to stress you out.”

You exaggeratedly gasp for air to hide the fact that you are actually flustered by his words. “I’ll wait for you as long as I have to.” His words replay in your head—why did it sound so serious?

Rintarou Suna, another regular who also often visits on weekends. And also another pro volleyball player—but you noticed that his fans were completely different compared to Atsumu’s. While Atsumu’s fans would always scream and storm the restaurant like there’s no tomorrow, Rintarou’s fans seemed to respect his privacy, oftentimes sitting quite far away from him and only secretly stealing glances at him. Suna has always been polite and nice towards you, and you’ve come to appreciate him a lot in these past few months since you met him.

“Thanks, Rin. You always cheer me up when I need it. Sit down, I’ll get your order. The usual?” you ask with a genuine smile, and he nods, his face now somewhat softer than before. "Yeah. Thanks."

“Y/n~” an arm sneaks around your shoulders and a face nestles in your neck- the voice all too familiar. “No, Tsumu, I told you not to be so touchy when I have to work—”

“Ohh, so can I be touchy after work?” His tone is cheerful as he tightens his grip around your shoulders.

“No, that’s not what I meant! Go sit down before you cause another commotion!” You shriek and smack his chest softly, and he pulls back after a second.

“Ahh, y/n, ya aimed at my heart—now you’ll have to fix it.” He grabs his chest dramatically where you punched him and you roll your eyes with a small grin.

“That—wow. Smooth, Miya. That was smooth. Don’t worry, I could never hurt your heart. But I really need to work.” Your gaze worriedly shifts towards the line of people in front of the counter. Osamu will kill you if you give him all the food orders at the same time.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll get to my seat.”

You sigh before you walk towards the counter and quickly note down the first few orders. Hopefully, you’ll be able to fix this mess before your boss notices.

Your gaze shifts towards the two men, now sitting at the same table, not far from the entrance. The dark-haired one, with the gloomy expression, and the blonde, with a cocky smirk on his face.

What an odd pair.

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Hii!! Can i request hcs for kuroo, sakusa, osamu and atsumu with a mma fighter s/o?🌚❤

𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐩𝐭.𝟏

ok you’re a literal life saver i was having a breakdown bc i wanted to write hcs but my inbox was emptyyyy so thank you ! <33

⤷ kuroo, sakusa, osamu, atsumu

pt.2 | pt.3

✰ 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

• he shows you O F F

• but he might be a bit vexed if your thighs are bigger than his

• kuroo genuinely thinks you’re the best fighter ever. he’s so fascinated whenever he watches you fight that he has persuaded himself that you could win the olympic gold medal easily

• during your matches, you can bet your ass that he’s sat in the front row. he also makes sure that everyone within a 30ft radius knows he’s your boyfriend

• and if someone has the auDACITY to walk in front of him when he’s watching you fight, oh dear god. he’ll throw the first thing he gets his hand on, even if it’s a chair (forgive him, it’s just the heat of the moment)

• and if you ever lose a fight ? he’ll curse the ref all the way back home. because “you did amazing, the match was rigged it’s fucking scandalous” (he’s a karen i’m sorry)

• also, he just had to measure against you at least once. you guys were innocently messing with each other on his couch when he told you to go all out on him. just to see what you were capable of

• and he got his ass handed to him. big time.

• lowkey turned him on

• one of his favorite things to do when you guys are on a date is to randomly point at strangers and try to guess if you could beat them in a fight

• (he might overestimate you)

• overall he has a profound respect for everything you manage to pull off during your fights, and you’re a huge source of inspiration for him, both as an athlete and as a person

✰ 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

• will probably be like « oh, cool », acting all unbothered when you tell him. but after seeing you fight for the first time ? complete change of heart

• he’s ecstatic because he loves that you both are really involved in your sport (it reassures him because he was afraid that his passion for volleyball might not be understood by his s/o)

• he loves to workout with you and you guys would be the biggest power couple at the gym, the type of couple that everybody’s jealous of

• well, actually you’re a power couple 24/7. it’s like you command respect without even trying

• even though he has faith in your skills, he can’t help but freak out during every one of your matches. and i mean freak out

• he’s actually happy to be wearing a mask because it means nobody can see him biting his lips like a maniac whenever he fears you might take a hit

• he would love to cheer you up more from the side of the ring but he’s honestly too panicked to say anything

• as much as he’d love to, he can’t watch your trainings because he’s already too busy with volleyball BUt he always asks about it afterwards

• on the other hand, he does his absolute best to be here for your matches as often as possible

• never ever fails to tell you how proud he is after every match, won or lost

✰ 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

• probably the most interested in the sport itself?

• he’s actually so interested that he even asks you to teach him a few things

• and he’s a very good student (atsumu better start running)

• tries to cook healthy and high-protein meals for the both of you as often as he can, and he’ll gladly teach you a few recipes

• knowing that you can fight actually reassures him, especially when he knows you’re going out at night

• ok so i said before that kuroo is super mega proud when he watches your matches. samu is proud too, but his cheering is just on. another. level.

• nothing can make him lose his focus when you’re on the ring, he’s 100% into it (one day he was so excited that he cried, but never let you know about this)

• but him being so intense during the match balances the fact that he’s an absolute softie afterwards

• he’ll pamper you like crazy for the rest of the day. massages ? a bath ? cuddles ? a nap ? ask and you shall receive

• most definitely takes pictures with you after your matches and always posts it on his story because that’s just how proud he is

✰ 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

• literal worshipper. he could spend days talking about how impressive you are when you fight

• like kuroo, atsumu has already challenged you to a fight, but he stopped it after five seconds (but if anyone asks, it was ten minutes)

• he will gladly help you train if you ask him to, and he won’t go easy on you

• remember when i said samu asked you to teach him some stuff ? yeah well atsumu straight up sends you to fight his brother for him. it might sound like he’s talking to a pokemon sometimes

• “y/n, go beat this kid up” “for the fourth time tsumu, i won’t fight your brother”

• after sakusa, he’s probably the most freaked out during your matches. sometimes he forgets that fighting is literally the essence of the sport and he’ll get mad at the ref for allowing your opponent to hit you

• also, his eyes are wide form the beginning to the end. he literally admires each and every one of your movement

• if the match ends with you winning, his cheering will be louder than anyone else’s. mostly because he’s relieved that you’re still alive (he can be kind of dramatic)

• when you cuddle after a match, he won’t shut up about the things you did in the ring

• he’s also developed an obsession for your hands ever since he saw the punches you could throw. he’ll look at them from every angle, smirk and say “damn… the things those hands can do”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq headcanons #haikyuu hcs #kuroo tetsurou #sakusa headcanons #osamu headcanons #atsumu headcanons

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lilikags · 4 years ago

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ೃ‧₊› a b o u t t h i s p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader ➮ Oneshot ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 2182

A/N: This is for @serowotonin! [for Luna’s Valentines Day collab] Ik I said I was doing Atsumu bc “I was bored” but I always say “imagine being bored” and truly, I haven’t been bored for so long. I forgot that this was for the collab for a fat moment then when you saw the preview I was like, “Wait- no- it’s a surprise.”

Premise: You and Atsumu are cleaning out the apartment, when you find a few letters you thought you would never see again…

“Oi, (y/n), look at what I found,” you heard Atsumu say, leaning over the contents of a drawer he had been sifting through.

“What?” you walked over to see what he had found. The two of you were cleaning out the apartment, as you were going to be moving out soon. Atsumu had a habit of keeping things that connected him to an important memory of his, unless he wanted to forget it- and this was one of them. You didn’t know he kept them- actually, it did make sense of him to, but you had simply forgotten about it and you somehow expected the same for him. You looked down to see what he had in his hands, and your face literally went emotionless as you saw the letter in his hands.

You really didn’t mind the letters, for the most part. Actually, they held dear to you. However, that first one… you were grateful for it, but you also remembered just how bad you wanted to buy a grave space and bury it for eternity back then...

Miya Atsumu.

This was a dare. This is a love letter. For Valentines. Happy valentines day. If you have extra chocolate, send me some.

Sincerest thanks, (y/n).

Atsumu usually threw away the letters he received every Valentines. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude; it was just that there were too many letters for him to read (and reply to), so he usually just threw them out. Osamu often teased him for this; he boasted that he at least read his letters.

“Oi, ‘Samu, look at this one,” Atsumu called out to his brother.

“What?” Osamu looked at him, with a face of disbelief. “Yer actually lookin’ at them?”

“Nah, not really, but this one’s hilarious,” Atsumu laughed.

“Okay, not funny, keep yer lame humor to yourself.”

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“(y/n), truth or dare,” (b/f/n) asked.

You smiled, “Dare.”

“Hmmm… alright, send a love letter to Miya Atsumu- it has to be at least one line long.”

“I’m- okay then.”

You brought out a piece of paper, wrote the first things that came to mind, and once you reached one line, you stopped. You folded the paper and grabbed whatever envelope you could find and sealed it with tape. The dare required actually giving the letter, much to your dismay, but it wasn’t like you could back down from a dare. After all, it was (b/f/n), and the nonstop teasing would definitely occur if you failed to complete the dare.

Dearest (y/n),

I did in fact receive your rather interesting letter, and I have decided to bring you some chocolate as you wished. I wish you, as well, a very happy valentine’s day this year.

Most sincerely, Atsumu.

Atsumu was intrigued enough to write a reply; in fact, he decided to write in the most formal way possible. He knew from the letter that you were either a tsundere or someone who was actually dared to do so, and decided that it would be fun entertainment for the both of you.

When you received the letter, you were surprised to see a reply. It was known he didn’t send out replies, yet you had received one. As you read it, you felt a need to reply; you’d simply feel bad if you didn’t. However, what was there to talk about? How the chocolates were good? He had stuck it on your first period desk, out in the open. And you also sincerely wondered what was with the overly formal tone. You do remember writing the most shitty letter you’ve ever written to him, and that volleyball-obsessed dude just writes something formal to you? Baffles the mind.

Well, then, if he was going to reply, you would too.

Miya Atsumu,

Thanks for the chocolate- your fans make pretty good chocolate, I have to say. Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, ‘cause all ya focus on is just volleyball. Anyways, what was with the overly formal tone- ya like me or somethin’? Would be funny if ya did and I turned ya down. XD

(y/n)

You never really thought of Miya Atsumu, but this really sparked your interest. It was amusing, his reactions. It was definitely something you didn’t expect- you actually didn’t expect a reply at all. The reply you received was definitely out of the ordinary as well, one you never thought a hotshot volleyball player would write. It seemed he was interested in you in some ways- and you as well.

(y/n),

Pfffft, you think I might like ya? I just thought yer letter was interestin’, that’s all. Ya really think I can’t make chocolate? Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, I’ll show you. I make you chocolate myself and we’ll see how it tastes. Just you watch, I’ll make ya say I make the best chocolate ever!

Atsumu.

You saw that in your shoe locker the next morning- and everyone saw it. You were beginning to regret actually replying to him, but there was no backing out now. (b/f/n) really hit the goal here, for her. People were probably talking about it. It’s always some event that involves romance that catches everyone’s eye. And since it was just after valentine’s, everyone would automatically assume it was a love letter. In reality, it was simply a little bit of playful banter.

You wondered if people actually knew who it was. You hoped not; it would gather way too much attention for your liking. You’d have an entire fanclub after you, and it was definitely (b/f/n)’s fault that you got into this entire mess. You had absolutely no idea if anyone saw him slip that into your shoe locker, since it had probably been there for a good hour or so before you and most of the other students got there. In any case, there was nothing you could do about people knowing things they already know, so you headed onto class. It was exam week, and you sighed; it would be a long day.

When you arrived at homeroom, you were not-so-pleasantly surprised with what you found at your desk. You just wanted a quiet day; go to school, take the tests, and get out so you could relax at home. But no, you just had to see this and you knew there was a thing called rumors you had to deal with. Well, you could just be like “whatever” and not care, but you definitely knew who’d be after you, for real. Atsumu’s fanbase was quite scary, and definitely large- a group of people one would regret messing with.

“Ugh- what am I going to do with this chocolate now, he gave me a lot yesterday…”

“(y/n)! Oiiii, you got chocolate?! From who from who-”

“(b/f/n), if you say a word, you are going to be dead to me.”

“...” she looked away, but then turned to you again and whispered in your ear. “So, Miya Atsumu, who has a fanbase, likes you.”

“I’m- no-”

“But what I’m seeing says otherwise?”

“Ugh, you’re coming to my house and you are going to pay for that dare.”

“Oh ho ho, seems like I started something…” “Bet you did.”

Pisshead Atsumu

LMAO bet ya didn’t make the chocolate, yer terrible at lying <///3 seen this chocolate before. And like wtf you put a box of chocolate on my desk with YOUR NAME on it. Ya know that people will do a thing called assuming things, right? Smh, think before you act. Anyways, I’m counting on ya to fix up this mess.

(y/n)

When you finished class, the first thing you did was write the note. You were absolutely paranoid with this mess, and you were going to have Atsumu fix it. Yes, you did technically initiate contact first, but that was (b/f/n)’s fault and this could’ve avoided this if he hadn’t pulled off a whole stunt.

It was already around 6 when he saw the note. A small smirk filled his expression, he was so sure that he would be able to get a good reaction out of (y/n). It was written on scrap paper, the back of a phys. ed worksheet. You wrote it in a rush, very obviously. That wasn’t really what caught his attention though; he was puzzled as to how he would fix this. Tell his fans to fuck off? Osamu would tease him for eternity.

“Oi, what’cha starin’ at?” he heard Osamu nag. “Mom’s waitin’ for us for dinner.”

“Hey, ‘Samu… ya know how to fix this?”

“... ARE YOU AN IDIOT- YOU ARE AN IDIOT.”

“I AM NOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT HERE!”

“SAYS THE ONE WHO GOT INTO A MESS LIKE THIS!”

“Oi, ya shouldn’t be fightin’ at this hour,” the two heard Kita say, as he gave them a certain look. “... ‘m sorry…” the twins apologized.

Even after a fulfilling dinner made by their mother and a nice, hot shower, Atsumu still couldn’t think of a solution. Osamu almost snitched on him, but he decided that there was enough on their mom’s plate of problems at the moment.

“What if ya said you were dating?” Osamu offered.

“HAH?! ARE YA INSANE?!” Atsumu yelled at him.

“That would explain what happened at valentine’s.”

“But there’s nothin’ between us-”

“Yer fanclub wouldn’t really believe anythin’ else.”

“Yeah…”

(y/n),

Can we meet when practice ends at 6 on Thursday?

M. Atsumu.

“... I’m- Is he just going to apologize then run away? Tch.” you sighed. You had the idea that Miya Atsumu was overconfident and carefree, but not to this extent. The least he could do was fix this- he had power over his fandom and what people said about him, unlike you. You had to go, it wasn’t like you really had much of a choice if you wanted to talk it out and fix it.

“Hey, (y/n) are you and Atsumu dating?” one of your classmates asked, and a bunch of others hovered around the table, waiting to hear a response. (b/f/n) had told you rumors had spread around the entire school; you figured that would’ve happened. Any topic related to the twins spread like wildfire, especially the blonde-haired one.

“... Can you not try to pry into my private life?” you replied, which you instantly realized was exactly a wrong answer to give. This implied that you were in fact dating Atsumu secretly, and you just made your life 10x worse. You figured you should just tell everyone what had happened, then the blame would be on (b/f/n)- it should preferably be placed on Atsumu, since he started it, really.

When you met him at 6pm, you expected no contribution from him. Instead, you were met with a solid plan for something you weren’t really happy about, but it seemed the easiest to convince the public of a story they put out.

“(y/n)... let’s tell them that we’re dating.”

“Hmm… well, they already think that…”

“I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…” “It’s fine. All we can do is move forward, I guess.”

“Yeah… ‘Samu gave me this solution; it’s all I have, I’m sorry if it’s-”

“It’s fine. Let’s go through with it. Just protect me from the crazy fangirls; that’s all I want.”

“Ya.”

“And we’ll need to put together a coherent story; what’s yer number?”

“Ahaha, seriously, maybe (b/f/n)’s a prophet. She told me that she was aiming for somethin’ to happen between us,” you commented, remembering what happened years and years ago.

“Ya were just so unnecessarily worried about the fangirls,” Atsumu mentioned.

“Oi! Yer fangirls were hella scary back then…”

That night, you stayed up coming up with a story, which ended with the two of you breaking up so that you could go on your separate ways again. However, the story didn’t last too long, as (b/f/n)’s parent’s investigations went a little too far and spread the truth a little too much. (b/f/n) is one thing, but you had almost forgotten her parents were another, seriously. They’d been a little busy over the last few years, thus the lack of investigations of local drama, but they had been doing so for decades, what could you expect from them?

Nothing was Atsumu’s fault to the fanclub, unless he seriously convinced them that it was. You were guilty until proven innocent. Unbeknownst to you until after, he gave them a whole (to be honest, not-so-great) speech on how he kind of went too far with the joke, but also placed the blame on everyone else for assuming things. People were absolutely ridiculous; their ideas and their insane imagination should learn that the left side of the brain exists too.

“Funny how we met again after college, after all that time.”

“Ya… a real wonder”

Another A/N: OMG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ‘TSUMU FORGIVE ME IF I WROTE HIM LIKE, WRONG IN THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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