#samu x reader

[rebelssvy]

shower s*x ✧.*

osamu miya x reader

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summary: SMUT. you and osamu pine over each other and he walks in on you in the shower. fuck hot and sexy. oral sex, subtle breeding kink

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side note- this is so osamu ughhhnnng

you always took the longest showers. known to man. sure it was completely fine when u lived alone, but since u moved in with osamu you knew things would have to change.

but it was far to hard, especially when he had no clue why u spent so much time in the bathroom.

it was your stress relief, your personal time. no one had ever questioned it before, what u did in there. no one knew the way u would take your time with yourself, the way you toyed with yourself until your release.

ever since he moved in it got worse too, it started off as an innocent crush. but then your cravings for him grew. but you needed him to be your roommate for the money. so u couldn’t risk attempting anything on him.

it was now just another day, the sweat on your forehead began to drip slowly as you slaved over your meal. you knew he would be coming back to your shared home soon. you knew he was a good cook, yet u wanted to impress him.

the door opened, he silently walked in and placed all of his stuff on the counter top. he then spoke first “good evenin’ y/n” breaking the silence between you two.

you turned to face him, he closed some space between him and came to your side. “hi osamu.” you said in a hushed voice.

“watcha cookin’?” he asked calmly.

“i was making us some dinner, i thought you might be hungry..” you replied to him.

there was music in the background as you cooked in the dim light.

“here lemme help.” he said before coming up behind you. helping you with the load. his abrupt presence next to you made your throat clench up. he was so close..

you grew silent as he focused next to you. his chest and shoulders often bumping into you. his sent was everywhere. it was intoxicating.

the urge to tear his clothes off and lick him up and down was becoming stronger. you couldn’t take much longer.

“hey if you want to finish this i think im gonna go take a shower.” you said randomly.

he just nodded his head as you dismissed yourself.

in reality osamu was fighting the same urges. but he struggled, as soon as he would get close to you, you were gone. either going to the bathroom or your room. it seemed like you didn’t want to be around him.

as he finished your meal, you had already stripped yourself of your clothing. the steam from the shower had glossed over all the mirrors in the room. you slowly stepped in and cleaned yourself. slowly, just like everytime, your hands clung to your skin. dragging them lower and lower to your sopping cunt. you remembered his smell. his presence. pulling yourself apart you played with your wet pussy. the water ran down your body.

you had been gone for a while and the meal was getting cold. osamu made his way to your shared bathroom. knocking on the door once, you didn’t respond.

he chose to call out for u.

“y/n..?”

no response.

what if you had gotten hurt?

he thought to himself

calling out again, “y/n is everythin ok in there?”

when you didn’t respond this time he chose to go against his morals. opening the door he knew he would be overstepping a unsaid boundary between you two. but what if something had happened?

you must have lost track of time.

osamu opened the door to a sight he only dreamed about.

you stood chest against the glass, you were pressed up all nice. your fingers were deep into your own cunt.

all the air left both your lungs.

“oh my god.” you spoke out. you couldn’t hear yourself over your own heart beat.

the moment osamu saw you like that. somthing in his head happened. almost like a flip was switched.

“osamu- get out oh my god..!” you were fast to try to cover yourself. hopping out of the glass shower and to your towel. the towel that was too close to him.

he hadn’t said anything verbally. but his eyes said everything. after covering yourself you looked up to him. about to cuss him out- but you stopped yourself. the hunger and lust in his dimmed eyes made your mouth part.

“y/n..” he started. stopping himself. he thought quickly.

“please lemme play wit yer pussy i’m beggin you..~” his accent and whiny voice was to the maximum. you were shocked you tried to say yes! yes please ruin me! but nothing came out.

“please y/n… i’ve been desperate for u.. so long” his hands moved to your jaw.

“please osamu…~” you moaned into his face, your eye brows all contorted.

he wasted no time. crushing his lips into yours. he pulled your towel cover off of you. you were completely naked. completely vulnerable.

osamu was the hardest he had ever been. his cock strained against his pants. he had been nursing this hard on for you when he walked into the kitchen this evening. seeing you in your cute pjs and trying your hardest for him.

osamu devoured you.

his lips and tongue battling you for dominance. you never stood a chance.

parting from your lips his breath was hot against yours.

“let me ruin yer pussy please darlin please..” he slowly dropped onto his knees, kissing your belly button and the area around your pelivs. it made your cunt clench around nothing.

“osamu…” you moaned, “please fuck me.”

he took no time, on his knees he began licking small stripes along your cunt.

his hands clung to the fat of your thighs, using it to push his tongue deeper into your pulsing cunt. your head flew back with pleasure.

“osamu…” you moaned his name. he used to pray for times like this.

“talk t’ me baby” he said not ever parting his mouth from your pussy.

“s-samu! uhh fuckkk..!” your hands found his hair. pulling on it and holding in your finger.

osamu’s head went fuzzy.

eventually he parted from your pussy his face was covered in your slick. he looked utterly fucked out.

“yer gonna have to help me out here babe..” you took a step back from him. he stayed on his knees below you. he was gorgeous. but somthing swayed your attention.

his cock was imprinted against his pants. he slowly stood, his presence loomed over you.

an idea came into your head.

you slowly backed into your glass shower.

“come on… samu.” you turned on the water, the dropplets hugging your curves. “come fuck me samu..”

his head felt foggy again. watching you toy with him. his cock pulsed.

“yer killin me..” he walked over to you, almost at the door of the shower. he pulled his shirt over his head. revealing his chiseled abs.

“like whatcha see?” he grinned.

he continued stopping himself of his clothing until he got to his boxers.

he came to the edge of the shower.

“do me a favor…” he nodded down to his clothed cock. waiting for you to strip his final layer off.

you dropped to your knees slowly dragging his boxers off his cock.

his girth sprang free hitting your face in the process. your mouth dropped. you were in utter shock. his cloth was pretty, and also pretty big. more girthy. he kept it well trimmed.

without second though you grabbed the base of his length and took a long lick on it. moaning around the head of his ok. the pre cum flooded your mouth.

osamu on the other hand was in shambles. watching you take his cock into your mouth was life changing. he heard the wedding choir the moment you gave a soft squeeze to his balls.

he couldn’t take it anymore.

he pulled your head off him and brought you up to a standing position. before picking you up and aligning his cock with your sopping pussy. the water of the shower hit the both of you.

slowly he dragged his head of his cock against your folds, before pushing it into your clenching cunt.

“fuck… yer so tight.. y/n..~” osamu moaned into your mouth.

he fucked you against the shower wall. every now and then he would grab your boob and bring his mouth too it. the pleasure was too much. he licked your body as his cock pushed in and out of you.

“osamu..” you started, his ears perked up to the sound of your voice.

you continued, “when- ii-i would take these long showers~ uhhhnnh fuck..! i- i would fuck myself. and i would think.. about you.. samu.” you confessed in stutters and moans.

he was quiet. but his pass picked up. his cock deepened and his thrusts grew harder. you moaned out for him. waiting for a verbal response.

“i’m gonna fuckin marry you..” he groaned into your mouth.

his hips stuttered into you. and you knew he was close to his finish. his moans and groans were loud. they were real. they were hot. the sound of your skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy drove him mad.

“fuck.. i’m gonna cum inside you. fuckkk.” he warned, your heart swelled as you grew light headed.

his semen filled you. he cummed so hard his body jerked you up and down, his hips shuddering.

“fuck y/n.. i’m gonna- give you so many kids..”

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authors note: i apologize for not writing as much recently. life can get busy sometimes. i hope to produce more in the future!! thank u for the support

[dira333]

Home-made Spa - Osamu x Reader

for @emmyrosee as a treat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

"Sorry, Samu!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Totally."

-

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

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

"Positively glistening."

"Glistening? That sounds weird."

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

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

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

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

[kingdaddydaichi]

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

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

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

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

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

[tinykodzuken]

🎧 now listening to . . .

love maze by bts with miya osamu

gn! reader

no warnings

it’s funny how life works.

you’d think that there would only be a finite number of situations that could make up problems in a lifetime, but your life so far has proven you wrong.

in hindsight, your worries used to be simple. at an early age, your problem used to span from coloring in the lines to spelling your name correctly. your biggest worry then was how you would differentiate miya osamu from miya atsumu— your neighbors who you insisted were just the one person.

the twins truly did trouble you at a young age of five. and unfortunately they never stopped troubling your poor self even as you three grew older.

from petty arguments to frustrating school work to deciding whether or not you’d follow thing 1 and thing 2 into volleyball, it’s safe to say that you and the twins had your fair share of obstacles that you had to deal with to get to where you are today.

every time has made you stronger, better. but there’s no denying that the difficulty that you are facing right now might just be the hardest yet.

your dynamic with the twins was very well known among your peer group, especially in high school in inarizaki. it was always “y/n and the twins”

if people spot miya osamu or miya atsumu or y/n l/n on their own then it’s easy to guess that the other two would soon follow.

ever since you were young, you three were inseparable. even if they don’t admit it, they couldn’t stand to face a day or two without your “annoying” presence. and the same goes for you.

after dealing with so many troubles in your life, you learned that overcoming them sometimes calls for sacrifice. knowing this never made it easy, however.

especially now.

you were deeply troubled. deeply and terribly troubled. it was always easy to interact with the twins. after all, you were y/n AND the twins, the twins AND y/n.

but somehow, in your third year of high school, you’ve come to the realization that you might like one of the two more in a different way.

the problem with liking miya osamu romantically is that he’d never see you in that light. and you don’t think atsumu would take it lightly if he found out.

suna, your confidant [surprisingly] when it comes to woes of love, tells you that it isn’t that hard. he tells you that osamu is just as enamored with you as you are with him.

but you beg to differ. you could hardly imagine osamu liking you back. the late night talks or the food sharing or the spontaneous convenient store runs you two have are simply platonic. nothing more.

you see suna about to comment so you cut him off, and reveal the biggest problem you had with this entire ordeal.

you’re moving away right after graduation.

suna pauses for a moment. and in his mind he runs through all the possible situations that would soon follow after your inevitable leave.

you smile wryly, and are about to say something along the lines of “see, i couldn’t just confess” when you hear a reaction from behind.

there stood the miyas. one visibly more hurt than the other, but it wasn’t the twin you’d expect.

“you’re moving?” is all osamu could say, his eyebrows scrunched and his frown so deep. atsumu just stood there, looking at you and then osamu, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

suna sighs, gets up, and decides to leave you three space.

“i have no choice,” you reason out, “we’ll be moving to Tokyo.”

atsumu nods and, for once, is the first to maturely accept the verdict. “we’ll just have to make the most of our time, then.” you three shared a hug that day and fulfilled your vow to enjoy your time together up until you moved away.

you never got to tell osamu how you felt.

your sacrifice, in the end, was your pursuit for happiness with osamu. that was how you overcame the biggest worry of your teenage life.

but, really, it’s funny how life works.

you’ve set your mind to never letting anyone know that you have feelings for miya osamu. throughout your stay in tokyo, you tried your hardest to get over the sweet and thoughtful guy. you thought you were over it… but you clearly thought wrong.

you still kept your friendship with the twins— that’s a given. it’s been so long since you’ve seen each other physically, however, so atsumu decided that enough is enough. he invited you to come over and watch MSBY’s match against the Adlers, and you found time to go. this would be your first time in awhile to see him play, as well as see osamu in person.

atsumu being atsumu, clearly forgot to inform his twin of your being there.

you saw him before he saw you. there stood your longtime friend and crush, miya osamu, as he tended to the many customers in line for his shop, Onigiri Miya. he was still the same as before and yet, the osamu before you was also different. shaky video calls and blurry zoom meetings couldn’t do him justice.

all those years of convincing yourself you were over this man went down the drain.

you waited patiently in line. you didn’t want to greet him so suddenly if it meant you could surprise him. he was so absorbed in his cooking to notice you at the back of the line anyway. you took the time to calm yourself down and admire him from afar, just as you’ve done many years ago.

now here comes another problem in your life.

your greatest “what if” is a few meters away from you.

what do you do?

—part two soon?

[pocket-lilies]

hey!! i just recently stumbled upon both of your blog and?? oh?? my?? god??? i love both of your writing styles and your characterizations of the characters as so well written it's insane 😭😭

may i please request for some hurt/comfort hc's of hinata, osamu, and iwaizumi + a female reader? ever since she was a kid, whenever she did something bad in public the reader's mom would always make her walk in front of her while they're walking to their destination and she (the mom) would sometimes threaten to leave her while she's walking behind her (the reader).

so this gave the reader a fear of letting other's walk behind her cause she's afraid that they might leave her alone when she's not paying attention. she never told anyone this, but would often make her companions walk ahead of her or beside her. one day, while the reader is going on a date with their s/o, she suddenly was unintentionally forced to walk in front of them and after a while, she noticed that they weren't walking behind her anymore for some reason. so the reader starts to panic and calls them crying asking them where they were.

i hope this made sense! i tried to make it as descriptive as i could ❤

Hello, hello! Thank you so much!! That really made us happy to hear!! Your request is awesome! I love the detail and the concept! It's so cuteeee!! I hope you like it! - Pocket ♡

➺Summary: Ever since you were a child, your mother punished you by making you walk in front of her while threatening to leave you. That trauma carried on into adulthood and you were soon faced with a similar situation with your boyfriend.

➺Characters included: Shoyo Hinata, Osamu Miya, and Hajime Iwaizumi

➺Genre: Angst with fluffs!

➺ Warning: Brief mentions of abuse by mother and gaslighting.

You hated walking in front of people and it wasn’t something you could properly explain or justify. How come? Well… it was linked to childhood trauma and who wants to flaunt that around?

Ever since you were a child, whenever you misbehaved- or were assumed to be misbehaving- your mother would punish you by making you walk in front of her. She would often tell you in her low, scary voice that she could abandon you and you wouldn’t even know. You weren’t allowed to turn around, only walk ahead to your destination.

There were times where she did disappear and you didn’t even realize it until you stopped to look back. The panic would set in as all the adults would walk past you, not paying attention or giving a damn. You would be forced to find a corner where you would hide and cry. Eventually, she would return and explain how she wouldn’t have had to do that if you’d only listened. She never apologized for any of this, instead, forcing you to believe it was your fault.

Of course, something like this carried into adulthood. It was embarrassing to explain to your friends and any partners you had, so you chose to keep it to yourself. You would just have to make sure you were never walking in front of anyone. For the most part, it worked out fine, but of course, there were days where it didn’t.

You did your best to try and keep your cool in these situations. You would usually end up finding your friends before a full breakdown; you would think situations like this would cause you to reveal your secret, but you never did. Your desperation to hide such embarrassing trauma only got worse and it caused you to avoid thinking about any consequences.

Recently, you’d started dating an amazing guy and you were tempted to tell him about the said issue but once again found yourself unable to. Many times you would wonder what he would think. Would he laugh? Would he call it stupid and pitiful? Would he… kind of leave you because it was too much baggage? It was something so stupid and maybe he didn’t want to deal with it. You sure as hell didn’t.

If you’d known you were gonna be faced with an even worse situation than the embarrassment of just telling him about your concern, then you would’ve told him earlier.

❥ Shoyo Hinata:

You and Hinata were out on a date while you were visiting him in Brazil. He wanted to give you a tour and who were you to say no? It had been a while since you’ve seen him since you were abroad in (country).

“Here’s where I wanted to bring you!” Hinata exclaimed as you two turned down a street. The street was so lively, with numerous stores and people. You giddily walked down the path with Hinata as he explained all the stores and whatnot.

“Oh! Enough about me! What about you? How’s your time in (country)?”

“Well! I’ve made some really cool friends! I must admit though-” you started to drone on about your experiences abroad when you two ran into a group of people. You had let go of his hand to find your phone in your bag, a little distracted. You barely registered him moving behind you because you felt him beside you once more within a second.

You wanted to show Hinata a picture on your phone and so you didn’t really have time to think about the crowd. Not to mention, since the crowd was moving quickly, you couldn’t just stop to find him. You opted to keep moving to get out of it.

“Let me just find my- here it is! Finding the picture might take a second bu- oh my goodness! I’m so sorry!” You cried as you looked beside you to see another guy with a similar hair color and style to Hinata. He smiled and quickly left, making you whip around in an attempt to find your boyfriend.

No Hinata.

The panic set in and your eyes darted around as you tried to find any sign of him. The tears sprang to your eyes as the words your mother once uttered returned.

“I could leave right now and you wouldn’t even notice.”

She was right. Hinata disappeared… and you didn’t even notice. You immediately pushed yourself against the nearest wall as you tried to find his contact info in your phone. Your vision blurred making it even harder to find his name which in turn caused the whole thing to last longer.

Once you found his name, you shakily pressed the call button pressing the phone to your ear. Your fingers played with your lips nervously as you tried to calm yourself. Your hands were so shaky as well as your legs. The world suddenly felt lonelier, as if you were all alone.

“Hello?”

“H-Hinata! Wh-where d-did you go?” You asked, your voice cracking as you stuttered. Hinata was immediately alert and panicking a little, himself.

“Woah are you crying?! I’m right by the jewelry store we passed a second ago! Oh, look! I see you! Look over here!”

Your eyes quickly moved around before you looked in the direction you were coming from. You saw Hinata there, waving to you. He hung up and ran to you as quickly as he could before taking your face in his hands.

“What’s wrong?! What happened? Are you hurt!?” You wrapped your arms around him and cried into his chest, making him rub your back gently. “Shh it’s ok, I’m right here. Just breathe, you’re ok.”

Looking around, Hinata noticed there were a few eyes on you two. He urged you to follow him, taking you to a nearby park where you finally told him about your childhood. It was so hard, but after everything that had happened, you couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“I-I’m really sorry. I actually didn’t realize that this would happen. I knew there was a group coming and I purposely pushed you into them. I… needed to get away so I could buy this.” He held up a small bag that you hadn’t even noticed in your panic. It was a cute pastel pink bag and it was from the jewelry store he was outside of.

Snuffling, you took it from him and opened it. Inside sat a small box and you immediately looked up at him with shock.

“Go on.” Inside the box was a beautiful necklace, the small heart was lined with diamonds. There was writing which read: “together for all eternity”. You hugged him once more and allowed him to put the necklace on you.

“Come on, I have to make it up to you for making you cry.” He said with a smile, lacing his fingers with yours.

❥ Osamu Miya:

“Osamu there are so many people here!” You marveled as you looked ahead at the park in front of you. There was a festival being held, one Osamu had been excited for all year so of course, he invited you to join him. Though the first two days were always busy, he liked it that way. He’d closed his restaurant down early just for today and had invited you out with him. You were more than happy to attend, having some time to spend with your boyfriend.

“Be careful! Don’t run off or you’ll get lost.” Osamu commented as he quickened his pace to keep up with you. You gave him a bright smile before hugging his arm. There weren’t that many people here yet, but you were sure as the day went on, it would get more and more crowded.

“I’m sorry! I’m just super excited! I can’t help it!”

“You’re cute. Come on, let’s walk around before we get those snacks you wanted.”

“You get to judge right, Mr. professional chef?” You teased as the two of you walked through the entrance.

“Only the best for my love.”

You two had only been walking around for fifteen minutes before you had to use the bathroom.

“The public restrooms are filthy here.” Osamu cringed as he took your hand and tugged you away.

“Don’t tell me we’re going to your restaurant! It’s like 5 minutes away!”

“No, there’s a store down that way that’s run by my friend. She’ll let you use the bathroom there. It’s significantly cleaner.”

“You sound like someone I know,” you teased, referring to your friend Kiyoomi. The walk there and back didn’t take too long. Around four minutes later, you two were already back at the festival.

But the number of people had increased, just as you thought. To make sure he could see you, Osamu urged you to walk in front of him. You wanted to say no, but then again you’d never explained what had happened in your childhood. Fear you hadn’t felt in a while returned, but you had no time to say no before you were squished between people.

Unable to think properly about what you were doing, you ended up getting separated from your boyfriend. It was all out of desperation to get out of the crowd and turn around so you could see Osamu once more. You didn’t even stop to think about where you were going or that he had been calling out to you.

Once you finally made it out of the thick group of people, you turned around to hug Osamu but… he wasn’t there.

He had disappeared.

Your heart sped up and you found it hard to breathe. Your hands flew to your bag where you clumsily tried to find your phone.

People bumped into you and apologized but you weren’t aware of anything except the fact that Osamu had just vanished. The words your mother threatened you with started to echo in your mind as the tears sprang to your eyes. A sob escaped your lips as you found a nearby bench and sat down.

You rapidly scrolled through your contacts in search of Osamu’s name, but it was so hard to find. You weren’t thinking straight and your vision was blurry. Fully frustrated, you used the voice command and were able to call him. He picked up on the first ring, speaking immediately.

“I said to walk in front of me! Where did you go?!”

“S-Samu? Wh-where-” your words were interrupted by another sob. His own frustration died down immediately when he heard you cry. Now he was just panicking, probably as much as you. Many scenarios flew through his head and they got worse by the second. He needed to find you immediately.

“Breathe, baby, breathe. What do you see around you?” He asked in the softest voice possible as he desperately tried searching for you. His eyes were darting around to try and spot your figure.

“I-I see uh… um th-the paint st-station. Th-there’s a wind wheel sh-shop.” You described, looking around you.

Within seconds, Osamu had found you and was rushing towards you. He engulfed you in his arms, holding you so tightly.

“Osamu!” You cried, your hands clenching around his shirt. He pressed kisses to your head and hushed you the best he could. After a few minutes when you were calm, he finally asked.

“What happened, love?” Unable to hide it anymore, you told him about your past trauma, explaining what your mother had done to you. He listened and nodded along understandingly. Your explanation had answered previous questions he had but never asked.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I wanted to grab your hand but there were too many people in the way. I promise I won’t make you walk ahead of me ever again. And,” he took your hand in his, holding it tightly, “we can hold hands. That way, you can be positive that I’m right beside you.”

❥Hajime Iwaizumi:

“Ah, so pretty!!” You chirped as you looked at the sparkling water. Your boyfriend, Hajime, had been visiting Japan from his current place in America.

You two had some time and since it was the middle of summer for you guys, you went to the beach.

“I’ve seen better.” Hajime declared, his eyes locked onto your figure. You turned around with a curious look only to blush bright red.

“Oh shut up…” you two got comfortable on the large towel you had laid out before you noticed a group in the distance playing beach volleyball. “Hey! You should play!”

“I don’t think so.”

“Come on! You were great in high school! It’ll be fun!” You knew how much Hajime cared about the sport, but then again, those were high school days. But after he rejected the idea, you nodded and decided to drop the subject but kept your eyes locked onto the players. They were good, to say the least, it would take a couple of minutes before either side was able to score.

“They’re good,” Hajime commented, making you look at him, “definitely could play in tournaments if they wanted to.”

“Think they’re good enough to go all the way to nationals?”

“Hmm… with work, yeah. Right now, no.” You smiled before your eyes landed on a nearby kiosk that was serving drinks.

“I wanna go buy a drink! Wanna come?” You inquired as you stood up, dusting the sand off of you. He sometimes wondered where all that energy came from. You two had literally just sat down and here you were, standing up once more.

“Who’s gonna watch our stuff?” Hajime inquired, sitting up, his eyes following your figure.

“It’s not too far. We can keep an eye on our things from there. But you can wait here for me if you’d like.”

“I’ll come with you. I’ll get something too.” With that, you both started to walk ahead to the small hut but soon were forced to move around due to everyone walking by. You barely noticed that Hajime had moved behind you and disappeared until you tried to reach for his hand. He was gone. You looked around in a panic as everyone walked by you, some accidentally shoving you. You heard apologies before you were able to escape the small crowd, hitting the wall of the kiosk. Still no Hajime.

Where did he go? When… did it become so crowded? There weren’t this many people here literally a minute ago. Your breathing sped up and no matter where you looked, you couldn’t spot your boyfriend. Finally, tears sprang to your eyes and you no longer wanted to be here.

You pushed your way through everyone to return to where your belongings were roughly throwing your things about in an attempt to find your phone but you couldn’t. There was a moment where you heard your mother’s voice echoing in your ears.

A sob escaped your lips and you fell onto your towel, covering your face in an effort to hide and think. Where was your phone? Where did Hajime go? What could you do?

Due to your utter panic, you were unable to come up with an idea. In fact, you were barely able to think for a second. All you could see in your mind was your mother threatening you over and over. Maybe, like her, Hajime had left. Maybe you did something wrong and he was just “teaching you a lesson”.

Your sobs got louder and louder, your body starting to shake as a result. You weren’t able to register much, especially when your boyfriend had repeatedly called out to you.

“(y/n)!” He dropped in front of you and grabbed your wrists, forcing you to look at him. His eyes widened when he saw your face; bright red cheeks, puffy red eyes, tears flowing down your face. “W-what happened? Did someone do something? Who was it?”

“H-Hajime?” You stuttered, your eyes widening. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” You cried, wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened before hugging you back, letting his eyes wander around you two. Thankfully, it was a bit too loud for you to be heard, so no one was really paying attention.

“Shh, what’s wrong? What happened?” Hajime didn’t want to rush you, so he let you take your time, even urging you to go near the water to help cool you off. It was a rather hot day and maybe the breeze and ocean would help a little.

Eventually, you did calm down and were forced to explain what had happened in your past. Hajime frowned as you recalled your tale, telling him many details about your mother’s actions.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that, and I promise, I will never do that to you. When we were walking, you moved a little faster than I did. I slowed down because I realized we’d left our phones, so I went back for them. I guess you ran into that big group before I could stop you. I didn’t know you felt this way or I would’ve never left. I’m sorry for scaring you.” Hajime took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “There, now you know I won’t go anywhere. Anytime you feel like I’ll just disappear, squeeze twice and I’ll give you a hug to let you know I'm right here.”

[karasuno-chaos]

Choosing His Tie (Osamu x Reader)

I feel like Osamu is one of those people that doesn’t dress up often, but when he does, he only serves quality looks.👔  -Giz

Word Count:  1,470

Fluffvember masterlist

“Y/N!” your husband shouts from the bedroom.

“What?” you holler back, not moving from your position on the couch watching Vine compilations.

“Come here!”

“Why?”

“I want your opinion!”

You sigh but pause the current video.  Osamu doesn’t ask for your opinion very often.  He’s pretty decisive, and even when you tell him what you think, he usually sticks with his own opinion.  If he’s proactively seeking your input, he’s a bit desperate.  You haul yourself off of the couch and head to the bedroom.

“What is it?” you ask, leaning in the doorway.  He’s standing in front of the dresser mirror wearing a black suit with a white button-up.  The jacket is unbuttoned, and he’s popped the collar on his shirt.  You take a moment to admire how he looks.  Osamu is much more comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans or sweatpants, but his natural confidence makes him look effortlessly suave in the simple black suit.  You’d insisted he get it tailored to fit his figure, and you’re so glad you did when the effect is so beautiful.

“Stop ogling,” he says, glancing at your reflection.  While his twin is quite obviously an attention hog, Osamu enjoys getting attention, too, especially from you.  The fact that he isn’t allowing you to stare means something is bothering him.

“I’ll try to keep it under control,” you say with a teasing smirk.  “If you didn’t call me over to flaunt your looks, what do you need?”

“Help me pick a tie.”

“Seriously?”  You pretend to complain.  “I was in the middle of a really funny video.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to pull you away from such an important activity.  It’s not like I’m trying to prepare to meet with the bank to secure a loan so we can open another branch of our restaurant chain.”

His words are a bit harsh, but you’re used to his bluntness.  You also know how much this next step in his business means to him.  With the additional brand exposure from sponsoring volleyball events, there’s been a significant increase in sales at every Onigiri Miya location.  Eager to ride the wave of steady popularity, Osamu’s decided now is the perfect time to extend that success to the nation’s capital.  He has his eye on a location near the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, but to move forward with his plan, he needs another loan from the bank.

“It’s just a tie, Samu,” you say soothingly.  “It won’t make or break their decision.”

“You don’t know that.”

You frown.  Your husband is stubborn, but he also doesn’t bother with trivialities unless he’s being intentionally petty.  A tie shouldn’t worry him this much.

“Are you feeling okay?” you ask, walking to him and placing the back of your hand on his forehead.  He looks annoyed for a second, but you move your hand to his cheek and he sighs.  Osamu closes his eyes, allowing your touch to temporarily soothe his mind.

“I’m fine,” he promises.  When he opens his eyes, they’re serious but not manic.  You think he’s a little more focused, which means he’s better prepared to get the job done.

“Good,” you say, dropping your hand.  “For a moment, I definitely thought you were freaking out, which would have been totally uncool.”

“Huh?”  His eyes narrow in a challenge.  You do love to push his buttons, but only because you can take the heat.

“You’ve had this meeting how many times now?”

“Twice I guess.”

“Exactly,” you hum, turning your attention to the pile of ties he’s laid out on the dresser.  You begin selecting options and draping them over his shoulders to see how they look with his outfit.  “You’ve already opened two very successful locations and paid back those loans in good time with good faith.  You’ve given the bank no reason to doubt your reliability.  You’re a solid investment.  The way I see it, this meeting’s more of a formality than anything.  You’ve got this in the bag.”

“Do you know how impractical you sound?  Thank goodness I’m in charge of our business,” he sighs.

“Yes of course dear.  I’ll just stick to our branding and menu design and visual advertising and picking out your ties.  Unless you can do that last one yourself now?”

Osamu rolls his eyes, neither apologizing nor thanking you.  A less secure person would never survive his hot and cold nature, but you know him well enough to see how much he appreciates you.  It’s why you’re such good partners in both business and life.

You also know that the back and forth banter is helping him to focus.  You’ve heard numerous stories about the rambunctious exchanges he and his twin would have before volleyball games.  Somehow the snide remarks and sense of competition make him perform better, and you’re happy to rile him up a bit if it helps.

“Okay, I’ve got it down to three options,” you announce.  “First up-”

“No,” your husband says immediately, pulling a frown from your lips.

“Come on,” you whine.  “This is my favorite.”

“It’s childish.”

“It’s whimsical and fun,” you counter.  “Just look at the happy little onigiri!”

He looks at the tie with the cartoon food dancing across a deep blue background.  It had been a joke gift from Atsumu a few years ago, but you love it so he wears it sometimes.  Today, however, won’t be one of those days.

“No,” he insists.  “I need them to take me seriously.”

“Buzzkill.”  You put the tie on the dresser and grab the other options.  “Okay boring businessman, which one screams ‘give me money’ more?”

One tie is an eye-catching abstract swirl of greens and blues.  The other is a shimmery silver with a subtle pattern that catches the light.  You have a favorite, but you want to let him choose.

After a moment of contemplation, he picks the silver one and starts putting it on without a word.  You were secretly rooting for that one.  The silver brings out some of the lighter grey in his eyes, and it looks really sharp paired with that suit.

You put away his other ties while he finishes primping.  He has plenty of time before the meeting, but you know he’ll arrive at the bank early and take a few minutes to look over his business plan again.  After hanging up the last tie, you turn to watch him.  Now that his outfit is complete, he seems much more at ease, as he should be.  You have no doubt he is ready for this meeting.

“You’re ogling again,” he says.

“I can’t help it,” you reply with a grin.  You wrap your arms around his waist, and he smirks at you.  “You look like a billion yen.”

“Let’s hope so.”  He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back.  It’s the most thanks you’re likely to get from him, but you don’t mind.  You feel his appreciation in the way he holds you.

“Need me for anything else?” you ask, looking up at him.

“The rest of my life,” he says smoothly.

“Only if you make dinner tonight.”

Osamu quirks an eyebrow.

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“Really?  I feel like dinner is a small price to pay for my eternal love and support,” you hum.  “You should definitely accept before I rethink the terms of this contract.”

“It’s a deal.”  He smiles as he kisses you.

“Good negotiation.  Now go do it again with the bank people.”

“And what are you going to do?” he asks as he follows you out of the bedroom.

“I was in the middle of a really funny video, remember?  And I have a few more queued up after that.”

“Sounds thrilling.”

“You know me.  I live a life of adrenaline and excitement.”

“Just as long as you don’t waste your time at work like this.”

“Feed me a good dinner tonight and I promise to be on my game all day tomorrow.”

“There you go negotiating again.  Maybe I should send you to this meeting instead.”

“No way, not after you got all dressed up for it.  You can’t deprive the world of this rare sighting of Suave Businessman Samu.”  You straighten his tie when you reach the front door.  “You’re going to kill it, okay?  Like service ace, blockout, wicked spike kill it.”

“Volleyball metaphors?  That’s so three years ago.”

“Whatever.”  You capture his lips in a quick kiss.  “See you later.”

“Yeah.”

His goodbye isn’t overly heartfelt, but it’s perfectly him.  Osamu grins at you before he leaves, and you get a second to admire this confident, well-dressed man that you’ve married before you’re staring at the back of the door.  You sigh and settle onto the couch to distract yourself with videos until he’s back to tell you how it went.

[voidcat]

— Cliff and Rock

Characters: Miya Osamu/Reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 450+ (shortest I’ve ever written)

Genre & warnings: comfort, I tried not to be so descriptive of reader’s thoughts since they may be pretty heavy for some, so not so many warnings except for negative thoughts

A/N: something I needed I guess. Consider this established relationship because that’s what I had in mind while writing. I didnt see it necessary to mention it in the one shot. – ao3

Staring at the blank page in front of you, you find yourself lost.

Lost in that emptiness, the endless possibilities and the fear of ruining something before it begins.

Hand itching with something, anything to do, you reach for your pencil case and hold your pen tightly. Scribbling random lines, circles oh to the paper, you wait for the moment to hit, your motion to gain meaning, a motive.

It never happens, your thoughts only get louder.

A song is playing your head, you’re sure of it. The melody a blur, the lyrics not making any sense, there’s a glitch, some broken noise, inside the song; blocking your thoughts and your head in the process. You don’t notice you’ve stopped holding it until you hear it fall down on the table.

And before you realize, you’re holding yourself. Arms wrapped around yet there’s no warmth, no feeling, no closure, no comfort. You consider scratching, pressing your nails against your skin, to feel something, just to feel anything. But you know better, so you resist the urge with everything you can.

Soon later there’s warmth around your shoulders. You know that’s not where you’re holding yourself from. And when the scent reaches your nose, you don’t need to look up to see where the warmth is coming from.

Yet you do, because seeing Miya Osamu, even if it’s for a millisecond, is worth millions, a thousand worlds, anything and everything of value.

First, it’s the jacket draped over your shoulders, then it’s Osamu himself. Wrapping his arms around and resting his head atop yours, a new kind of warm spreads through up chest, from your heart.

“Take a break, please. Pushing yourself to your limits won’t do anyone, especially you, any good.”

You only sit in silence as he pushes your pen, notebook and anything else on the table off your view. When he’s done, he turns your chair and holds you to his chest. Cradling you, hands in your hair, breathe against your skin and lips against your forehead; you don’t even realize the tears streaming. As if it’s someone else crying, sobbing. As if it’s someone else wetting his shirt, someone completely different from you.

As time goes, you regain your sense of yourself and self awareness.

First thing you do after that is to hug him back, hold him tight, hang onto him as if there’s nothing else but a cliff behind.

And in a way, it’s exactly like that.

The life with all its unknown, all your troubles and everything going on is one sharp cliff and a bottomless pit beneath it.

And as much as it is one, you have Miya Osamu by your side; your rock, your support and life line.

[dira333]

What's in a passion? - Osamu Miya x Reader

requested by @notsochillnerd - tagging @emmyrosee bc she loves Osamu

Sometimes you really hate your boyfriend.

Yes, yes, he's perfect, you know, with his stupidly good-looking face and his muscular body and his kind heart and his awful talent and, even worse, his passion, that he follows, without a doubt.

It's worse with Atsumu, you think, because you don't love him nearly as much but he's the same. Talented, good-looking and so sure of himself and his passion that he didn't even go to College. Now he's playing for the Black Jackals like it's how the earth should turn.

"Baby?" Samu's voice is muffled through the bathroom door. You huff.

"Are you still alive? You've been in there for at least half an hour."

"The water's still hot," you yell back. Which isn't true. But you don't want to get out. As long as you're in the bathtub you don't have to learn. As long as you don't have to learn you don't have to think about your studies. And as long as you don't have to think about them you don't have to face the most annoying question of your life - what do you want to do?

Not in the way Samu asks you after dinner, wiggling his eyebrows as he waits for the answer.

Not in the way you ask Samu every time he comes home from work, hoping that just this once he'll not make dinner himself but run down to the fast-food joint with you.

What do you want to do with your life?

-

"Are you coming to bed soon?" Samu asks from the kitchen. You don't know what he did in there until now, it's spotless anyway.

"Mhm," you say noncommittally, typing another line. You still need to finish this assignment. And you should get ahead on your reading.

"It's after midnight, babe, you need some sleep."

"Yeah, sure." Wait, do you write this word like that? Does it even mean what you think? You open another browser tab and type it in, waiting for it to load only to be interrupted by warm hands grabbing your sides.

"You've got ten seconds to save everything before I carry you to the bedroom."

"Samu!" You whine, "I have to get this done."

"No, you don't. Well, not tonight at least. You still have three more days to finish this. You need your sleep."

"Well, what do you care?" You snap. Surprise flutters over Samu's face like butterfly wings.

"What do you mean, baby, you know I love you." He sounds distraught, so pathetic you could almost mistake him with his brother. And it's your fault and your fault only.

You do the only thing you can do in a situation like this. You cry.

-

It's not a comfortable thing, holding a conversation like this at one in the morning when even your bones are tired and your alarm is gearing up to call on you in a few hours for yet another tiring day.

But Samu firmly believes in "never going to bed angry" even more than he believes in "getting enough sleep".

Is it hard to admit that you're a little jealous of his passion? Or, not necessarily his passion, but that he has one? Yes. It makes you feel foolish, like a little kid pointing an accusing finger at a grown-up.

But it's true. And it's Samu. He doesn't snicker, he doesn't call you pathetic even though you'd deserve it. Instead, there's understanding blooming in his eyes.

"Do you still love me?" He asks. You nod and swear and promise that you've never loved him less. So he tucks you into bed like he'd been planning to for hours, presses comforting kisses over the furrow of your brows.

"We'll get through this," he promises. You fall asleep because you trust him.

-

Ginjima brings over his little cousin on the weekend. The girl's five and even though you resemble a mess more like a human being, Kaede's seriously convinced that you're her idol.

"Can we play doctor?" She asks, holding up a stethoscope.

"Where did you find that?" "T'was in the box." She points at a box in the cupboard she most definitely isn't supposed to go through. At least she didn't find anything dangerous.

"Of course we can. Do you want to be the doctor?"

"No," she shakes her head. "You're the doctor, I'm a nurse, like Momma. Toshi can be sick."

"Thank you," Ginjima snorts. "I always knew you cared about me."

"Can I be a patient too?" Samu asks, pressing a hand against his chest. "I think my heart is going to fast. Can you listen to it, Doctor?"

"Dork," you call him, but little Kaede nods and tells him to sit on the couch so that she can get to him better.

And it's weird, how easily you slip on the stethoscope. Maybe you've watched too much Grey's Anatomy on top of your lessons, have read too far ahead in your books but you have no problem finding the right spot, Samu's heartbeat like a symphony in your ears.

"It's cold," he hisses. You can't bring yourself to tease him.

"Is he sick?" Kaede asks, pulling you out of your reverie. You nod with your gravest face. "He's lovesick. No cure, I'm afraid."

Kaede gasps in shock, but Samu laughs, his body shaking, knocking into you.

-

"Can I ask you a question?"

Suna furrows his brows. "When did you ever have to ask, Samu?"

Your boyfriend smiles his most innocent smile. You fear the worst.

"Did you always want to play volleyball?"

Suna snorts. "Nah. And you know that." He must sense your confusion because he turns, golden eyes glinting with amusement. "I thought about becoming an influencer instead in my third year."

"Why didn't you?"

"Ah," he shrugs, "I didn't want something I like doing to turn into a job, you know? That would take all the enjoyment out. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate playing volleyball professionally, but I'm already thinking ahead, figuring out options for when I'm done with it. Unlike someone else..." He can't help but dig into Tsumu and the latter never backs down from a Challenge. Soon it's an all-out fight on the table and you're sitting in the middle of it.

Samu leans into you, head an your shoulder, mouth pressed against your ear.

"There are plenty of options," he reminds you softly, "You can still figure out what you want to do."

-

"'m not hungry," Samu declines your offer for snacks. That's worrying enough. He's resting on the Couch, a rare sight this early in the evening.

"You good?" You ask, smoothing a hand through his messy hair. He nods.

"'m fine. Just some weird stomach issue."

"Yeah? What are the symptoms?"

"They're gross, I don't wanna talk about them."

"Stinky?"

"Mhm."

"Did you drink enough?"

He nods, wraps your arms around you to pull you in. When you snuggle into his side like you always do, he's barely able not to flinch.

"What's hurting, boo?" You ask, now a little more worried.

"Just my stomach. I think you kneed me there a little."

You didn't, but he's unwilling to talk more about it.

Still, you can't help but keep an eye on him. He complains about pain in his lower back, convinced he pulled something when he lifted bags of rice earlier. You try to massage the area but he pulls away quickly, claiming it hurts to be touched, so you get him the heating pad you use for period pains.

He falls asleep soon after and you're barely able to get him up and into bed.

When you wake up at night to use the toilet and grab a drink you're surprised to find him flushed and feverish. Your little worry grows as you take his temperature, try to figure out what he could be suffering from.

It's like solving a riddle and every clue you have could mean a thousand different solutions.

It's only when he wakes up, parched and whiny, throwing up immediately after downing a glass of water, that the dots connect.

"Samu," you kneel next to him. "Where does it hurt the most?"

"Stomach."

You let your hands wander, just the gentlest touch until he hisses when you reach the area around his navel. Following a hunch you move down toward the lower right side of his abdomen and he curses loudly, telling you exactly what you didn't want to hear.

"Babe, get up, we're going to the hospital."

"What?" His eyes are blown wide. You press a soothing kiss to his lips. "I'm not a doctor but this looks a lot like appendicitis. I'd rather get it looked at right now instead of having you go through emergency surgery."

Is it difficult to get a sleepy, pained, sick man to the hospital with nothing but public transport and determination? Yes.

But it's worth it, you think when you explain the symptoms and the doctor nods with a serious expression, complimenting you for your swift course of action.

You get to hold Samu's hand through every step of the examination, press one last kiss to his lips when they prep him for surgery.

"I'm going to wait outside," you promise, "Call everyone who needs to know. In a few hours we're going to laugh about this, I promise."

He pulls you in, mouth pressed against your ear. "Nothing's going to happen to me with you at my side."

And maybe, you think as they wheel him away, as you wait for the first call to connect, you've never been on the wrong path.

You just lost a little sight of what it meant to be here.

My Kofi if you want to tip me