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lunamochii · 2 months

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'thighs or biceps?!' osamu miya x f!reader

cw; slightly suggestive

"Did ya remember when Atsumu's wife, back in our highschool days, said that she likes his thighs?"

You swallowed the fries you were chewing and pause the movie that you are watching. Turning your attention to your boyfriend, who's sitting idly and scrolling through his phone

"What about it Osamu?" You question and he puts down his phone and reach for your face, craddling it with his hand "Well.... what about you? Which do you like my biceps or thighs?"

You swear that you could have pass out just by laughing non-stop at what he said, your boyfriend groans and look away

"Gosh! Never have I ever dreamt of you saying that!"

"It's okay if you won't answer! Geez..."

His sulking base on how he puff his cheeks, arms cross infront of his chest. You giggled one last time before snaking your one arm behind him and the other caressing his biceps

"Haven't I made it obvious?" You said when leaning in closer to his ears, you notice how it got red right away

"M-my biceps?" Osamu couldn't believe himself stuttering just by feeling your hand squeezing his side and caressing his arms

"Hmmm~ wrong."

You smiled and move away from his side, getting down on your knees and positioning yourself in between his legs. You start to caress thighs and smirks. His wearing shorts, perfect, you thought. Slowly, you lift one side of his short and starts to ghost your lips over the skin of his thighs.

"Babe.."

"Hm?"

"Thighs?"

Osamu nearly lost it when you lick his thighs and let your tongue travel upwards. He let out a groan when he felt you bite softly on the fat of his thighs.

"So you like my thighs?" He manages to complete his sentence but you only shook your head and comes up again "Wrong again, babe!" You giggle and leaves a open-mouthed kisses on his neck, earning a soft moan from him.

You took his hand that he was using to hold your waist, moving away from his neck. You rolled up the sleeve of his top and kisses his biceps. Osamu can tell that he has become a blushing mess, god, he can feel his cock throbbing.

"Fuck.."

He moans when he felt your teeth sink on the skin of his arms, you left a bunch of bite marks before kissing it one by one.

"Figured it out yet?" You ask and sat on his lap. Osamu looks at you and grin, he leans in and kisses your lips which you happily return his hot kiss.

"My thighs and biceps huh"

You smiled sheepishly and throw your hands at the back of his neck. It's safe to say that you two ended up in your shared bed, with Osamu whimpering everytime you leave a bite mark on his thighs or biceps. You were practically worshipping him and he loves it. Maybe he discovered a new kink that night, the sight of you rubbing his already cum covered cock and you biting his thighs, just turns him on so much.

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bonus part.☆

"Miya-san aren't you hot?"

One of his workers asks and certainly he is feeling hot but he can't just expose his bite mark covered arms can he, now? Wouldn't want his workers or customers looking at him weirdly.

"Nah, m'fine."

He smiles and continue serving the customers but one customer did notice on why his wearing long sleeves shirt today.

"You freakshow."

"Shut up, Tsumu."

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deonsx · 7 months

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If They Find Your Nasty Thoughts About Them

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai

Content: Smut, Nsfw, Bdsm

Dazai Osamu

You were thinking of a lot of fantasies these days, you knew Dazai, he was always very loving and gentle towards you in your relationship and night life, but you dreamed of him treating you the way he treated people in his days in the old mafia, rather than a porcelain that would break a little more at night, but you never did that. you didn't express it

One night he came to your house to see his beautiful belladonna "My love..! I missed you so much today I'm so tired with kunikida" He whined and put all his weight on you and pouted, you placed many kisses on his face causing him to giggle "Hmmm my angel is too much today happy? You blushed in embarrassment and looked away but he grabbed your chin and turned it to the same side as his face "What's wrong love" you were finally going to have the conversation you've been wanting to have all this time

"I love you my darling every night...you are so gentle with me and you please me in the best way I can. I don't regret it.." dazai frowned and looked at you trying to understand what you were saying "But I...most of your angry state I always found it attractive, your trying to get what you want and your many feelings... so maybe you told me..." you tried to look at him with embarrassment, but he had already locked you in his eyes, those eyes were now sending you naughty looks and waiting for you to finish your sentence "O-or forget it.. !” You quickly turned around, but suddenly Dazai's waist quickly pressed you against his body. "Honey... I wish I had known about your fantasies before”

Before you could understand what was going on, you were trapped in his fast movements and now he was giving you what you wanted in bed, you didn't regret it at all, on the contrary, it gave you pleasure when he treated you like this, you bit your lip to keep from moaning as he entered and entered you, but Dazai was sure to get what you wanted. "Tch..you both want and force Bella" his hand. he quickly moved to your neck and made you gasp so you couldn't stop moaning his hand left bruising marks from your neck to your breasts you were about to climax and finally your eyes darkened and you cummed but dazai didn't seem too happy about it "I don't remember giving you permission" he quickly picked you up from the bed and made you kneel "What are you looking at darling? You have to do your job, if you suck it well, I will please you”

Chuuya Nakahara

You decided to keep a diary for yourself weeks ago and wrote down what you thought and wanted there every day. Today's note was your dark fantasies. "My boyfriend's love for me pleases me very much, but I wouldn't say no to him handcuffing me to the bed and whipping me." Then you recorded these notes, shyly and slyly laughing. Then you put it in your drawer and went to sleep. It was only 6-7 pm and you wanted to take a nap. When you woke up, your boyfriend was caressing your hair

"Good morning Princess, did you sleep well?" Chuuya spoke while placing kisses on your hair. You smiled at him and slowly sat up on the bed. "You're early, dear. You're holding-" your voice was quickly cut off. Chuuya was holding your diary in his hand. "Ah? Is this something? I guess it's the book with your dirty fantasies?" You hesitated to look at him and turned your face away, but your boyfriend pulled your chin towards him. “Do you want me to handcuff you that bad?” He looked at you with a teasing grin

"Th-this isn't what it looks like!" You tried to take the book from his hand to refuse, but he quickly threw the book to a corner of the bed and pulled you towards him by your waist. "Actually, I don't have an innocent lover at all." Chuuya spoke while sighing deeply and ignored your embarrassment. "Then let me fulfill your wish." Before you could understand what was going on. You found yourself handcuffed to the bed and this increased your adrenaline feeling and tension filled you

You had slept in your underwear on the bed, now the redhead's calloused but gentle hands were caressing your leg and they slowly took off your underwear. His cold fingers were enough to make you shiver. When Chuuya guided his fingers towards your crotch, you shivered and arched your back slightly. "Don't make fun of me, please!" You still couldn't look at his face because of what you wrote in that book, but he already put one finger inside you, and without waiting for the second and third, "Let's try all our fantasies, darling”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

Today was a very tiring day for you and you wanted to watch the TV series that your friend suggested to you. You put your computer on the table to work and to eat after the TV series and you opened the movie. After a while, there were sexual scenes in the movie, it was full of bdsm and it made your face turn red. You breathed and exhaled on your own and You shook your head as if you were annoyed, "I wish Fyodor would treat me like this, even imagining him like this.." you whispered to yourself and laughed as you continued watching the episode, you expressed many sentences and dreams

"Hmmm? So that's it" you jumped up from your chair at the deep voice coming from behind you and quickly closed the computer "Fedya! Y-you came early" you tried to escape from his eyes staring at you madly "You must be tired, let me prepare dinner dear" You quickly walked towards the kitchen but suddenly a hand pulled you. and pinned it to the wall "Tell me what you want" he squinted at you and was clearly making fun of you "I didn't pay much attention to it because of work, let's make it up to you dear”

He gave you a deep kiss and quickly took you in his arms. Before you even realized what was going on, he gently placed you on your bed like a snow white princess and got on top of you, took off the clothes on you one by one. You both had taken a break from each other because of work since you had intercourse, even though this bothered you, he thought it was that important. You threw away all the thoughts from your mind and tried not to moan at the bites he gave you. His cold and white fingers rubbed against your skin and gave you a shiver. He slowly opened your legs, took off your underwear and threw them on the corner of the bed

He did it just like in the movie you watched, he spread her legs like the man in the movie and gave her the best pleasure he could give in his life, Fyodor slowly put your legs on his shoulders and buried his head in your warmth and first he gave light stimulation to your pussy with his tongue and then he slowly slid his tongue inside you cursed the length of his tongue. We can't let the neighbors hear your beautiful whining" it was impossible not to moan as he ate you out the knot in your stomach quickly dissolved as a result of your efforts the russian man made sure not a single drop of yours would go to waste and cleaned you with his tongue "It's been a long time this beautiful pussy won't be a problem once again right? "

Nikolai Gogol

It was an ordinary day, you were at an important business dinner, Nikolai, and you were playing the role of two agents and were assigned to break a business deal that had been going on for hours. He was sitting right in front of you. He had his hair open, his eyes changed their color with brown lenses, and he was wearing a very elegant suit. You felt like you were in a dream when you looked at him. He looked really handsome, at that moment you asked yourself was he really that...arousing?

you made you rub your legs under your red dress, her beautiful appearance, her intelligence and seriousness had always impressed you, she was always kind to you in your night life, even though she often had fun with you sarcastically, you were the woman she loved and she cared about you, but you...seeing her like this now. You wanted more. It seemed like it was enough to really turn you on. You asked for permission and decided to go to the toilet. There was no one in the stylish toilet of a stylish restaurant. The customers were few. The expensiveness must have been intimidating

You tried to calm yourself in the mirror. Since when did you really become this insatiable? Was it because he couldn't spare time for you for a long time or was it because I always wanted you? The door to the women's toilet opened quickly. You couldn't help but panic when you saw your boyfriend enter with a blinding brightness. "Nikolai! This is a women's toilet, you can't just walk in..!" You said nervously as you leaned your back against the wall. "I know you...you're wet, right?" he moved closer to you. You shook your head to deny it and hit his shoulder to get out, but he quickly grabbed you and pulled you into one of the booths

"What are you doing, someone could come in at any moment!" You spoke even though your face was red. "Then we have to get this done quickly. It would be stupid not to know the things you have in mind about me." He chuckled as he peeled off his underwear from under your dress, your breath was taken away by the foreplay kisses he left on your neck. The fear of someone coming in at any moment stressed you out. He slowly proportioned his dick and informed you. he walked in quickly without giving a fuck, this was very shocking for you "Is it a bit too much? My beautiful girl can handle it" you bowed your head as you gasped and your hair hid your face, nikolai pulled your hair away from your face and pulled your head back "The night is just beginning, be a good girl for me"

Enjoy!

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moonswolfie · 5 months

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Nekogiri

Timeskip!Osamu x gn!reader

Ohhh boy it's been a while samu I missed you dearly my dear onigiri boy

i got inspired by this post to make this hehe, these are far too cute!

"Mornin' babe. Since when are you the one cookin'?" Osamu lovingly mumbled into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a surprise backhug.

You got up early this morning, wanting to experiment with something in the kitchen. Osamu wasn't supposed to get up for another hour.

"I could be asking you the same thing. Why are you up so early?" you smiled, leaning back into him.

"Missed yer warmth." he mumbled sleepily.

You could feel his head shift, looking over at what you were trying to make. "...What is that?" Maybe it was just his hazy vision, but he can't exactly make out what the food is. What your vision with this strangely shaped onigiri is.

"Can you not tell? They're little cats." you pushed the somewhat poorly made cat shaped onigiri to his face. He slowly removed one of his hands from your waist to gently take the onigiri out of your hand and inspect it.

"Hmmm..." was the only warning you got before he was stuffing it in his mouth.

You gasped. "Nooo, my little baby..."

"I taught ya well. This is pretty good..." he tilted his head to look at you, only to find you pouting at him. He took a couple of seconds to gaze at you before your expressing truly sunk in.

"What now?" he asked like an annoyed parent who knows they just pissed off their toddler.

"You ate one of my masterpieces..."

"Food is meant to be eaten. Can't be wastin' any." Now that you think of it, Osamu always brings any leftover food from his restaurant home so you can eat it together. But that's still no excuse for eating one of your little nekogiris!

"I was gonna eat them later...! I just wanted you to see them, not eat them..." you complained, wiggling out of Osamu's arms, much to his dissapointment. Holding you was the next best thing after a home cooked meal straight from mama. Actually, that might be a lie. The line is starting to blur.

Now that his sleepiness was wearing off, he got a better look at your creation.

"Huh... these aren't half bad. Ya think they would sell well?" he picked up another one, inspecting it up closer.

"You want to sell these?" you asked with a little surprise in your voice.

"They might become real popular among cat lovers. Or little girls. Little girls is a target demographic I haven't reached yet." he chomped down the second one, making you let out a little offended yelp.

"Didn't I just tell you to stop eating these?"

"What can ya do, ya know better than anyone how insatiable my hunger is." he said in a casual tone, though the slight smirk gracing his lips was telling.

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soaringmirror · 2 years

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KEEPING YOU WAITING

Pairing: PM Boss!Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

a/n: it's dazai's day <3 miss soaringmirror is very horny for port mafia boss dazai to ruin her and this is it in words. Dazai simps and stans come forth this is for you

cw: NSFW & DARK CONTENT MDNI - gun play, knife play, face slapping (1), degradation, threats, teasing, oral m receiving, mention of saliva and blood, mating press, rough sex, creampie. Lmk if i've missed anything

wc: 1850

Knowing that Dazai was occupied with the endless stacks of work ever since he became the boss of the Port Mafia you wanted to taunt him. You reclined on the luxurious sofa sighing to yourself that he wasn't in your presence. You were unsure when he was going to return home.

Impatient, you grabbed your phone and dialled his number. "Yes belladonna? How can I help you during this fine hour?" Dazai mused. A playful smirk appeared on your face, "good evening to you love, just making sure you haven't forgotten about me. Things can get a little boring," you replied. The sound of Dazai's laughter filled your ears as his voice dropped an octave. "Aw, no sympathy for me sweetheart? You know how awfully busy I am, trying to run the Mafia since I slit Mori-san's throat."

"Hmmm, I suppose I should be a little more considerate of your schedule darling. I'll leave you be, I have a surprise for you so work hard for me Dazai," you said toying with the gun in your other hand. "A surprise for me belladonna? Hopefully it's not Chuuya's gloves. We still haven't replaced the other ones," he chuckled.

"Very funny but no, you'll see." After a brief goodbye you hung up and continued waiting ensuring you had everything ready. Meanwhile Dazai worked tirelessly planning the next steps for the Mafia. Hours passed, the clock across you read 2am. You were seated on the bed in dark red lingerie, a white satin robe draped over your body. 2am where you knew Dazai would be strolling through the streets of Yokohama possibly threatening someone in passing.

Ah how you loved that man giggling at the thought of the poor soul facing him. The rattle of the front door pulled you away from your thoughts. You sauntered downstairs to greet your husband witnessing him enter in one swift movement. Dazai closed the door, shutting the dirty deeds behind him. "Belladonna, how I've missed you," he greeted as he extended his bandaged arm, intertwining your hand in his.

"You're a little too late for sappy welcomes from me, but I'll forgive your tardiness this time," you grumbled. "Mmm I know, let me make it up to ⸻." Uninterested in his apology you yanked him close to you, your lips inches away before kissing him. It was a passionate kiss, letting his tongue roam in your mouth coaxing low groans from his throat. Opening your eyes you reached into the pocket of your robe and grasp the surprise while distracting him with your kiss.

Abruptly removing your lips, Dazai's eyes remained closed anticipating the return of your intoxicating kiss. Slowly, you ghost his lips before stuffing your soaked panties in his mouth while pressing the loaded gun to his temple. Dazai's eyes shot open, he knew this little trick of yours all too well. He swiftly held his knife against your throat, the blade millimetres away from slicing your delicate skin to the floor. It was as though he was unbothered by the panties in his mouth causing a loud chuckle to escape from you. As always Dazai was two steps ahead.

"I know I forgave you babe but I guess I'm in the mood to kill," you taunted, locking your gaze with his blood shot eyes. Suppressed by the lacy fabric, he let out a muffled groan provoking you to shove the gun further. "Now now Dazai, I want you so bad but you're testing me right now. Kneel and maybe I'll be nice." Obliging to your demand Dazai slowly sunk to his knees, dropping the knife to the floor. "Good." You paced around him, pointing the weapon in his direction before bending down giving him a good glance of your cleavage. The wine red bra teasing his gaze.

His jaw was still slack, saliva trickling down the sides of his chin. You knew his brilliant mind was busy strategizing his revenge but you teased him even more. You traced your fingers down his cheeks laughing as you knelt down to his level. Leaning in close you pulled your panties out of his mouth with your teeth. The way you provoked him was turning him on a lot more than he would like to admit.

Finally free from restraint, Dazai used his strength to knock the gun out of your grasp. He pinned you down to the floor sitting on your lower back, legs on either side of you. One hand restrained your wrists while the other was occupied with the weapon's muzzle directly on your neck. "Fuck I love the way you taste but do not play with my heart darling," he warned. From the corner of your eye you could see his warm smile juxtaposing his brutal actions. "You won't shoot, I know you won't," you challenged.

"You think this is a game? Do not test my patience doll." Dazai's voice was laced with caution as he dug the weapon further into your nape. The thrill of it all was beginning to make you feel needy for him, though you did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing. Humming to himself, Dazai took his time dragging the gun up and down your back. "Should've made your tongue useful in my pussy," you sighed. Silence followed by the clatter of the gun startled you as Dazai yanked your hair hard. "You have something to say slut? Actually, I don't think whores like you deserve to speak."

The burning sensation in your scalp was nothing compared to the way your cunt throbbed. "Up," he ordered, poking your back. Dazai guided you up the stairs while you remained silent. The door swung open with a forceful kick of his foot, the lights in your shared room already dimmed. With his teeth he yanked the robe off your skin before skillfully unclasping the fabric restraining your breasts. "Be a good girl and get on your knees," he whispered, pressing his erect length against your bare ass. The knife traced down your curves before Dazai let you free.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs apart, his patience wearing thin. Holding your breath, you sank to your knees tilting your head up in his direction. "Such an obedient whore you are belladonna," he beamed. The curl of his forefinger silently ordered you to move forward so you were inches away from his cock. You admired the pearl of precum glistening on his tip and the prominent veins that were visible on his shaft. Slowly, you squeezed his length before closing your lips around him. Dazai didn't have the time to wait for you to adjust, grabbing a fistful of your hair he pushed your head down on his length.

Forceful thrusts down on his cock made you gag, hot tears threatening to drip on the expensive carpet below you. The erotic sounds of Dazai's moans sent pleasure to your aching cunt, you didn't know how long it would be before your arousal would leak. "Faster. Do not test me," he smirked. He knew you were in desperate need of air, yet he adored the way your saliva dribbled down the corners of your mouth. The sensation drove him deeper into the back of your throat and his moans became louder. "That's it, gag. Fuck your mouth feels so good," he rasped. Dazai could've released his seed down your throat but the thought of overstimulating and filling your pussy was even more divine to him.

Suddenly placing his finger on the trigger, you released his cock. "Good girl," he cooed. "Aw babe were you close? About to come down my throat?" You taunted. "Still runnin' your fucking mouth are ya? I'll need to teach you a lesson," Dazai sighed as he landed a harsh slap across your face. Now visibly irritated, he clutched your hair dragging you up to the bed and threw you unceremoniously. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat doll." You smirked before you could answer, "because you know you won't be able to find pussy as good as this Dazai," you reasoned.

Spreading your legs, you anticipated the delicious stretch of his cock. Instead Dazai pushed your legs to your chest, hovering over you. His eyes were dark and full of lust before letting out a sadistic laugh, "maybe I should breed this tight little cunt of yours." He unravelled his bandages with his teeth, letting you immerse in the glory of his naked state. Without warning, he bullied his way into your sopping pussy knocking the air out of your lungs. Dragging his cock all the way out he laughed again reminding you to breathe. A loud moan left your lips as you began to feel hazy with pleasure.

All the pent up stress was forced into your cunt as Dazai fucked your brains out. Each and every degrading word had you yearning for more, eyes rolling back as he thrusted faster and harder. The knife from earlier was never disregarded, in fact Dazai held it between his fingers pressing the tip against your skin as he continued thrusting and grunting. "Fuck belladonna, you love it when my cock is splitting you open don't you?" He groaned condescendingly. "Ah! Dazai 's too much! Fuck!" You yelled. Dazai pushed your legs against your chest even harder as he snapped his hips faster into your pussy, abusing the sweet spot that sent you over the edge.

"Haahh, belladonna you're gonna make me cum," he whined. The uncontrollable moans and pleads leaving your lips along with the way you were clenching around his dick made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Tossing the knife to the floor, Dazai's hands gripped your body as he slammed his hips, grunting before coming to a sudden stop. You let out a scream as you felt Dazai's hot cum releasing into your aching cunt filling you to the brim. Stillness filled the room, his cock throbbing as the last drops of his seed entered you giving you both a moment to recollect yourselves.

Heavy breaths echoed as he pulled out, observing the way his cum leaked out from your fucked out pussy. Too dazed to say anything you laid there panting, the colour draining from your cheeks. Dazai flopped onto the bed groaning into the afterglow of his orgasm. Suddenly turning to you, he captured your lips in a heated kiss drawing blood. "Fuckin test me again and I won't hold back darling," he chuckled. "Mmm then don't love, I won't be so easy on you next time," you replied still fucked out.

Soon after Dazai treated your limp body with care, running his fingers over the tender areas. He kissed you again, this time gentle and softly rubbed the scratches and bruises he inflicted on you. "Do not keep me waiting next time, Dazai," you mumbled. Instead of answering, he was already thinking of your next punishment. He was imagining the ruthlessness of his thrusts and your whimpers from the overwhelming sensation of all the things he was going to do.

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errihaienx · 1 year

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Hello love and enjoy reading everything you wrote. I would like to request hehehe, it's abt hq characters and the things that they will do and reactions during their wife is in labor. ☺️

Hellooo, just like one of my previous works i am not quite sure who among all of the hq characters shall i write reaction on. so i used the same format with the characters i am familiar with! this request was almost a month old, i'm sorry T^T, but i still hope you'll love this as much as i did. (next update will be posted this week too! thank you for waiting૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა)

(REQ!)

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters) + Aged up!PostTimeskip Characters + Grammatical Errors

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . ꔫ HQ MEN REACTING TO AND DEALING WITH A PREGNANT WIFE DURING LABOR

Akaashi, Kita, Iwaizumi, Ushijima

Your husband prepared your pregnancy bag, he made sure to bring every medication you'd need to take. Although he was definitely excited, he kept his composure and gives you assurance. making sure that you're not alone on this journey.

"Hang on my love, you're doing great I love you so much"

he tried to ease you with his comforting soft words. not minding your harsh squeeze on his arms, you are in much more pain, this is nothing.

you huffed, your chest retracting, you never expected this. your months of preparation for this day was useless after all, you took your time watching labor videos online as your husband assisted you with all smiles.

"I-i c-can't," you managed to say, he hushed you while wiping the falling sweat on your forehead.

with your eyes closed, your obstetrician urged you to continue pushing harder, which you did.

"I know you can do this, you'll be a great mother, love. please hang on more.."

your cries were hard to see for him, oh he wishes not to cause you pain. he's upset that all he could do now is to wipe out your sweat, whisper comforting words, and endure your hard squeezes.

Kageyama, Sakusa, Osamu, Suna, Tsukishima, Kenma

He's way more anxious about it, he made sure to watch parenting guides from time to time when he knew that your due date was nearing.

and now that it was right in front of him, his mind went haywire, and he was completely clueless.

your whimpers tortured his heart, sure there were circumstances that he made you cry but this is different. you're very tired and suffering, you expected him to regret it so before your due week, you assured him that everything will be okay, your child will be the priority now.

"B-babe.."

you're too focused on the instructions of the doctor, you know that he's been calling you for a while now, though he couldn't form a complete phrase.

he's new to this, and so are you; it was difficult, and he's ensuring himself that he'll do his best to help you.

"I love you, our baby's gon appear soon hmmm,"

you handled to respond, gasping for air "O-our baby's gonna be born," emphasizing the word "born."

he laughed and held you dearly, his anxiety dissipating, you completely neutralizes him.

"You're doin' great, momma"

Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima

He was born for this, that's what he claims. and maybe, maybe you'll have to agree on this he was the one who's more excited, he attended parenting classes and shared what he learned to you but unfortunately he was a talking mess, he comments about everything, any second.

you tried your best to be calm, but hearing your husband's nonstop comments made you feel happy and irritated at the same time. happy because you'll know that he will be a great father. and irritated because it is evident that his noisy ass disturbs you and your obstetrician.

"M'love, i think i'm seein' my lil one," he exclaimed, oh come on, your child's head wasn't even showing.

you told him to shut up while torturing his hands by gripping on it. gosh, even in this times he could still make you annoyed.

"Dang, that looks painful i love you" he muttered as he hears you cry in pain.

hours after, he kept on saying sorry

"Baby im sorry! i caused you too much pain.." he softly says

you're very much tired to even answer him. he caressed your face, his smile could reach the skies.

"Wanna do it aga---"

suddenly you had the strength to give him a punch.

HIIII OMG SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A WHILE, IT WAS MY FINALS AND I'M STUDYING MY ASS OFF LMAOOOO. MY HELL WEEK IS STILL NOT DONE AND I SWEAR IT'S ME WHO'S DONE, KEEP SAFE EVERYONE!

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ekaterina1233 · 10 months

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PART 1: Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader (SFW)

Warnings: in part 1 its gonna be fluff and stuff like that, slight make out in public, but very slight. idk what else I put here, i dont remember my own story... Sorry if I wrote something wrong, english is not my first language.

Words: idk, but is quite long.

Extra: Y/N is Ranpo's sister, but Dazai do not know. yet. Y/N will have brown hair and brown eyes, but you can change if you want. Idk how to describe her personality.

Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader

"Hello there, mind if I sit here?"

The bandaged man asked you for permission despite sitting in the seat opposite you before you could even answer.

"I'm Dazai, I work for the detective agency upstairs. I haven't seen your face in this café before... What's your name?"

He leans his face into his hands as he looks at you with some interest. His eyes then slightly widen in realization.

"Oh! But please don't tell Kunikida-kun I'm here!"

She looks at him startled by the sudden appearance, but then she says:

"Well, it's kind of inconvenient for you to ask and go sit down, but I don't really care. My name is Y/N..."

She says her name teasingly, then she repeats his movements, resting her face in her hands and gently leaning towards him, looking at him with a certain curiosity.

Dazai is quite taken aback by her reaction to him, he blushes slightly while still looking into her eyes.

"It is a little strange, even for me, I'm normally more gentle about how I get to talking with a girl. Oh, I'm just so excited to have someone new to spend time with, that's why my heart is racing. My heart has never raced like this. Hmmm,"

He pauses to take in the moment, and the woman's appearance.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"Maybe you're already falling in love..."

She speaks seductively, staring into their eyes, and she could see that he was looking at her intently, first his eyes went over her long, wavy brown hair, with a short medium fringe, then to her face, admiring her slightly reddened mouth, then her deep brown eyes, but at the same time innocent and mischievous.

"I can feel your gaze on me, Dazai~"

She says playfully, but she also admired his attractive features.

Dazai's face is now a deep red. He's now looking everywhere but her face, his gaze wandering away to avoid eye contact with her.

"...I-I don't know you!"

He squeaks softly, his voice catching in his throat.

"How did you know my name!"

He asks her, seemingly oblivious to the seduction in her voice.

"I don't know you either, but this is more fun. You're so nervous you forgot the first thing you told me was your name and where you work, silly."

She says in between giggles and getting ready to leave the establishment.

"So-... you're leaving?"

Dazai feels a mix of emotions, one being slight disappointment as he watches her get up, ready to leave.

"What about a... date? You know... We could go out? Maybe to the movies or something? The park even, it's such a nice day outside. I'm sorry, I'm being so sudden with you, I-I just..."

Dazai looks away, his face a little more red.

"I just enjoy talking with you,"

He looks back towards Y/N.

She starts laughing again, and goes to the waitress, paying for her coffee and then leaving, ignoring Dazai's lines, but she gives him one last look, smiling.

"N-no wait! Give me your number at least!"

Dazai stands up, ready to chase after this woman and give himself a chance to convince her to spend a little time with him.

"I just couldn't let someone as gorgeous as you run off without at least seeing you once again!"

She turns towards Dazai, looking at him playfully, with a small smile on her lips.

"Okay then, I'll give you my number, but don't expect me to answer or call you, Dazai~"

She then quickly steals a peck from Dazai and laughs, disappearing into the crowd.

Dazai looks at his lips, which now feel rather warm, for a few long seconds. He sighs before dialing her number to verify if she gave him the correct number. When he dials her number, he realizes that she gave him the wrong number.

Dazai sighs, he wasn't really surprised by her not being honest with him. It seems as though he's just not lucky with women, but what he doesn't understand is why she kissed him to begin with.

"Why do all women do this?"

He asks aloud, feeling a bit bitter.

Dazai starts talking to himself about how he's not lucky with women, but then he puts his hands in his coat pockets and feels a crumpled paper, he takes the paper seeing that it's written her real number, on the paper it says :

"I just wanted to trick you a little, that's the real number, silly."

Dazai smiles widely, he didn't expect her to do something like this, but nonetheless he feels like a new lease on life has opened before him. He dials the number immediately, and waits for it to ring on the other end.

After a few seconds, he hears a female voice on the other end of the call, he soon recognizes it as Y/N voice:

"Who's calling me? Come forward before I hang up and block you"

Dazai hears her say those words aggressively, but still playfully.

Dazai is a bit surprised by her manner of speaking, but he's still filled with joy.

"Y/N, it's Dazai! Remember me? I was that guy who sat opposite of you in the café, you gave me a fake number earlier..."

Dazai pauses when he realizes he's talking in a bit of a panicked style.

"I'm sorry for calling you suddenly like this, I just..."

He pauses again, looking away from the phone so that she can't hear the slight blush in his voice.

He hears her laughing softly on the call and she soon says in between giggles:

"Of course I remember you, sorry about that. Sorry to give you a fake number, wanted to play with you a bit, too bad I wasn't around to see your sad face..."

She says teasingly and playfully.

Dazai laughs, his mood improving further.

"It's okay, it's okay. I did feel a little sad when you gave me a fake number, I won't lie."

Dazai is now feeling brave enough to ask directly for what he's after, a first.

"Say, Y/N, you might remember that I asked you on a date earlier, would you still like to go on one? If you're busy, a few days from now?"

He can hear her making little noises, as if she's thinking of what to say. After a few seconds, she says jokingly:

"I only date guys who are confident, you don't look confident, you look nervous."

He can feel her smiling on the other end of the call.

Dazai is taken aback, but he still has some confidence left.

"That's right, I'm nervous. I'm nervous talking to you, Y/N. You are quite beautiful, and it's making me nervous to talk to you. I've only tried to ask one girl out before, and she immediately rejected me. You know what? I'm gonna ask you one more time, Y/N. Can we go on a date?"

He can hear her make a small noise of surprise, she's clearly taken aback:

"Hmm~~ Yes, I'll go out with you, but don't get too excited, I can leave you alone in the day~"

She says clearly a little embarrassed.

"No, never. I won't make you leave me alone on this date."

Dazai's voice is no longer tense, it is now filled with confidence and joy.

"Well then," he pauses to look at his watch, "How about we meet in the park in ten minutes?"

He waits for her answer, he's feeling more excited than he has in a while. A big smile spreads across his face.

She responds gently:

"In 10 minutes? Maybe I'll be a little late, I'm a little far away, but I'll come~"

She hangs up suddenly, not waiting for him to answer.

Dazai puts his phone back in his pocket, thinking that he finally got the girl of his dreams. He looks at the time on his phone again.

"Okay then... I've got ten minutes."

He whispers to himself, and gets up to walk to the park and wait for her. It doesn't take long for him to reach the nearest park, and as he's looking around it appears that he'll have to wait for her. Dazai sits down on a bench and waits, looking at his phone every 5 seconds.

After 15 minutes of waiting, Dazai starts to lose hope and starts to get up from the bench, thinking about calling her.

Just as he's getting up from the bench, his phone rings.

"Huh? Who's this?"

Dazai says as he pulls out his phone, feeling a slight bit of disappointment as Y/N didn't show up. He then sees the call is from Y/N phone number. He answers the call,

"Yes? Y/N? What happened? Where are you?"

He hears her laughing hysterically, then she starts talking between her laughs:

"Maybe I got lost, Dazai~ I'm near a corner and a church with a pink tree next to me and I don't see any park that close"

She says laughing, but Dazai can feel her tense and nervous.

"Pink tree?"

Dazai scratches his head, wondering if she's making things up to get out of going on this date or if she's truly that lost.

"You know what? Stay there, I know where that tree is. I'll be there in around five minutes."

He says with a sigh, this girl is giving him a hard time but he's not gonna give up. He starts walking in the direction of the tree, trying to find Y/N.

"Ok then, I will wait for you here~"

She says between giggles again and then hangs up the call.

Dazai doesn't take his time, so he gets there relatively soon, five minutes or so. When he reaches the area she's in, he looks around for her, but to no avail. He looks at his phone, and sees that he's got another call from Y/N. He answers it and says in a bit of a panick.

"Where are you? I can't see you. Are you playing a trick on me?"

"I asked a cute old lady for help and she brought me to the park"

She responds and then sends him a selfie of her and the park he was just at.

Dazai stares at his phone for a moment, relieved, but his face then turns nervous again.

"Y/N… please… Don't play these games… I'm not very good at these things."

He sighs and starts walking quickly towards her.

"Please wait for me, Y/N…"

He can hear her sweet laugh over the phone

"Sorry about that, but don't tell me you're tired of walking already?"

She asks jokingly and teasing him, still sitting on the park bench, but she gets distracted when a cat approaches her, she is completely distracted and enchanted by the cat that her doesn't even notice Dazai coming up behind her. Dazai walks up to her, but then he pauses to look at the scene, her and the cat. She's completely distracted by the cat, so he just stands there and waits til she notices him.

She doesn't notice the presence behind her and starts muttering to the cat softly, with a completely different personality:

"Hey cutie, did you know I'm on a date with a tall, dark, attractive guy? He seems so much fun, I don't know if he'll like me, I know I've already stressed him out."

she keeps muttering to the little cat next to her:

"What will he think of me? I'm very nervous. I teased and joked with him until now, saying that I only go out with confident guys, but that was a lie, I don't go out with anyone, neither am I confident, or pretty enough... I don't know why I said so many provocative things, I get embarrassed just remembering. By the way, can you believe I stole a kiss from him?"

She talks to the cat gently caressing his fur, giving the cat a little kiss and finally noticing the presence of a certain brunette.

Dazai chuckles quietly at her monologue as he's listening to her, and she's just ranting and venting to this small cat who understands nothing that she's saying. He doesn't move an inch until she says something about a kiss, which makes him want to just burst out laughing. He has a hard time containing his laughing.

"Y/N… I'm right here. And don't lie, you're beautiful. And very cute when you're acting like this."

He says while still trying his best to keep a straight face. He turns quickly towards his voice, jumping off the bench scaring the little cat over there.

"Hey…Dazai… Thanks, I guess…"

She says blushing heavily and looking away.

"Did you hear everything? Like, everything?"

Dazai laughs some more, and then walks closer to her, saying:

"I did hear everything. And in my opinion, that little cat wouldn't understand a single thing you said."

He then smiles at her and asks:

"Hey, could I ask you to do something for me?"

"Well... Can I ask for that kiss you stole from me? If you're comfortable with that, that is."

Dazai says softly, still smiling kindly.

"I saw you give this cute cat a lot better kiss than you gave me... I want a kiss too."

He says jokingly, yet still hoping for a simple yes from Y/N.

She looks directly at Dazai, blushing slightly again, Dazai swears he saw a little lust deep in her eyes...

"So you want a kiss...~"

After she says that, she stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around Dazai's neck, leaning towards him and waiting for him to initiate the kiss.

Dazai doesn't wait long to initiate, as he leans in and goes in for a kiss. He's never had such a beautiful girl kiss him before, and he just has to kiss her back. Y/N hair is soft against his cheek, and her head fits well in the space between his neck and shoulder. Her lips were soft, and they tasted sweet, like honey. He closes his eyes to enjoy the moment, and then takes a step back, smiling.

She finds his kiss addictive and pulls him back to her, kissing him passionately again, not caring if they are in public or not. Dazai laughs softly as she pulls him back towards her. He puts one hand on her waist and the other on her hip, he doesn't stop kissing her either and kisses her with passion. He pulls her closer and closer to him, her body fit perfectly with his. Dazai was starting to enjoy this. Maybe he could even… no, he's getting ahead of himself.

She gently bites his lips and gently pulls his hair, looking deeply into his eyes, and then she looks away at the little cat and sits back on the bench with her body feeling hot after that kiss, she tries to cross her legs to relieve her lust for the man beside her.

The way she bit his lips and pulled his hair, made him feel something deep within himself. He was starting to feel a bit hot too, and he looked at her lustfully. Then she looked at the cat... and he decided to do something that would surely make the day memorable. Dazai sits close to her on the bench, his right arm around her and his left hand holding her hand. He pulls her close to him, leaning back onto her, and then whispers in her ear.

"Let's find somewhere a little more private. To uh, talk...~"

She laughs softly and blushes heavily.

"I've known you for 30 minutes"

She looks at him with innocent eyes, like she's a doll that could break any minute.

"I know"

He says teasingly, putting his hand on her knee and looking at her as if he's been completely seduced.

"I know that we've only known each other for a short time, but I feel like I've known you for years~"

He leans closer to her and whispers again.

"I want to know you better. Your tastes, who you are... I'd really appreciate it if you'd come with me to my apartment for a while... to, uh... talk some more~"

He looks at her with a sly smile.

She smiles seductively and pulls him by the collar, giving him a memorable kiss.

"Ok then ~ show me the way.."

She says getting up from the bench...

PART 2 IS COMING SOON....

THANKS FOR READING <3

SORRY AGAIN IF I WROTE SOMETHING WRONG, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE... <3

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134340am · 2 years

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when i think of you, the sun shines (and i throw away my sorrow)

1. whispering “kiss me” to your lover

miya osamu x gn!reader, 1.7k words, sfw part of my mini series: you look like a dream i never want to wake up from

> warnings: cw heavy food mention + consumption, they/them pronouns used once, reader is called a ‘dame’ once for the sake of a nursery rhyme reference (no effect on plot), reader has a typical asian tiger mom (or not...?), please ask me to tag anything else!

it starts off with the gentle plop of a juice box being placed on your desk, followed by the scrape of the chair opposite yours as osamu intrudes on your lunchtime.

“ya should come sleep over this weekend, darlin’,” he says in his charming drawl, milk carton in one hand and curry bun in the other. if you didn’t know osamu this well, you’d think it was strange that he was eating so little for lunch—after all, there’s practice later, and he needs to keep his energy up. but you know better; you know that he’s already had his lunch (and some of atsumu’s), and this bread-milk combo is just dessert.

“‘tsumu’s sleepin’ over at suna’s, the parents are out of town,” he continues, punctuating his sentence with a noisy slurp of his chocolate milk. “we can make dinner, watch movies, eat ice cream, maybe start on the new season of attack on titan, eat the chips i’ve stashed away—don’t tell ‘tsumu—and, well.” osamu scratches the back of his ear shyly. “maybe cuddle a little.”

you raise an eyebrow at his suggestion. “you know that it’s not up to me to say yes, ‘samu. the maternal figure has the final say.”

“i know, i know.” slumped over your desk now, milk carton emptied and crushed, osamu looked very much like a pouty kid that was denied playtime. “ask her and let me know what she says.”

“sure.” you make a grab for your boyfriend’s half-finished curry bun and he gives it to you without a fight—partner privileges—a fact you proudly note, and take a generous bite before returning it to him. “just be prepared for her to say no. you know how my mother is.”

a soft, pained sigh. “aight, i’ll mentally prepare myself. maybe get some tissues ready for when i bawl my eyes out. hey, can i skip practice if i’m too sad to go?”

“nonsense, miya. that’s an extra round of diving drills for even thinking about skipping.”

“but i’m your boyfriend!”

you smirk, “and i’m your team manager.”

speaking of tissues—you lug a discounted five-pack of unbleached, premium bamboo tissues (what a mouthful and an armful) home, which you present to your mother as a peace offering.

“and what is this?” she asks, casting you a quick glance over the top of her glasses, evening newspaper in hand.

“tissues. there was a sale and i noticed we ran out.”

“hmmm, thanks. i’ll pay you later.”

“no need.”

another glance at you, tinted with even more suspicion now. she lowers the newspaper. “what do you want, honey? more allowance?”

“no, no, i’m good on that.” you slide into the seat across hers, folding your knees under you and your hands in your lap politely—the perfect picture of an obedient child who just bought extra soft tissues for their mother.

“okay, so…?”

better rip the bandaid off quickly.

“canisleepoveratthemiya’s?” you blurt out. “this weekend, um. osamu says we can watch movies and make dinner together. you know that anime with, like, human-eating giants? he wants to watch that, and…” and maybe cuddle. fuck, not like you can tell your mother that. “…and i was wondering if you’d let me.”

silence.

you watch as your mother carefully folds her newspaper into half, then in quarters, then in eighths. the sight of the grey rectangle makes you gulp. somehow, it reminds you of when she’d smack you with it when you weren’t behaving, and you’re not too sure if you’ll end up with the same fate by the end of tonight.

the glasses came next, lifted carefully off her nose bridge. the lenses are cleaned on her simple cotton shirt. after folding in their temples, her glasses find their place atop the evening newspaper.

you’re sweating bullets by now, fingernails digging into your standard-issue school track pants. you knew it. you knew she’d say no, and then lecture you on how it was improper for you to be alone with your boyfriend in his home, to sleep with him—this way or that—with nobody else at home. you shouldn’t have bothered asking and just rejected osamu straight out. that’ll definitely save you this anxiety, and the newspaper-print on your bum—

“okay.”

“...what?”

“i said, okay. just don’t do anything foolish, and come home before lunch on sunday. oh, and ask him to teach you how to do your physics homework too—i heard you crying in your room the other day.”

you stare in disbelief.

“ma, not like i’m unhappy that you said yes, but… did you hit your head? are you— are you unwell?” you reach out to place the back of your hand against her forehead, only to be met with an amused laugh.

your mother takes your hand in hers, patting the back of it gently. “i’m not usually this lenient, i know. but i have eyes too, you know.”

she smiles, “and i can tell that osamu loves you very much.”

saturday comes faster than you expected.

osamu celebrates with three big grocery bags of snacks—one for the master (him), one for the dame (you), and one for your mother, who said yes without complaint.

as promised, the pair of you make dinner (curry omurice, big loopy ketchup hearts drawn on yours courtesy of your boyfriend), watch movies (your name—you cry, osamu doesn’t), and eat ice cream (vanilla, with generous heaps of crushed cookies mixed in).

two seasons of attack on titan, half a bag of chips, and a quick wash up in the bathroom later, you find yourself squished next to osamu in his bed. not the most comfortable, given the tight space, but definitely the most anticipated moment of the night.

with the lights off, the room silent save for your lover’s soft breathing and the quiet whir of the air-conditioner, you reckon there was nowhere you’d rather be at this very moment.

“are you worried about next week’s match?” you ask, voice soft and small as you trace arbitrary shapes on your lover’s chest.

“naw, not at all,” he huffs. “the team’s strong. i’m strong.” he smiles down at you in the dark though he knows you can’t see his face. a hand reaches up to hold yours, lacing your fingers together effortlessly.

“and we have a lovely manager who worries about everythin’ else for us, takin’ good care of us, of me—so no, i’m not worried at all.” he brings your intertwined hands up to his face, grazing his lips over your knuckles ever so gently. you feel your breath hitch and your face warm, immeasurably touched by osamu’s words.

“in fact,” he continues, “i’m excited to show how hard i’ve been workin’. can’t let ‘tsumu steal the show with his serves, right?”

you laugh at his determination, light and love-drunk. “of course, ‘samu. i see the extra practice you’ve been putting in. ’m proud of you.”

you feel his lips curve up into a smile against your knuckles, followed by a series of soft smacks as he kisses the back of your hand gently.

“i’m proud of ya too,” osamu whispers, warm breath tickling you. “proud of how far ya’ve come. proud of how far we’ve come.”

“right, it’s been a few months since you cornered me in the supply closet.”

“oh shush, darlin’. ya liked it.”

he unravels your fingers to take your wrist, ever gentle. you have no idea what he’s doing—the curtains are drawn so all light is shut out, save for the faint sheen of moonshine peeping in from under the curtains. in the cold, silent darkness of his room, osamu interchanges between light kisses and nibbles on the tips of your fingers like a game of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.

“yer hands are cold,” he sighs, warm breath fanning over your fingers. you feel his free hand wrap around your waist to pull you closer. closer, like he could swallow up your body and have you two become one. you’d let him.

“kiss me, ‘samu,” you breathe. “please.”

and he does, nose nudging yours in the dark before his lips meet yours. they’re cold. he tastes of mint and apple, courtesy of his toothpaste, and warm—if warm had a taste. then came the first swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip, shy, but you open up immediately. your hands, intertwined between your bodies, find their place between your chests—where your heart was fluttering like a free bird against the back of his hand. you kissed, wet and warm and sweet, until you lost track of time and you couldn’t remember when the kiss started. you kissed, hungrily and teasingly and lovingly, till you ran out of breath and had to pull away gasping.

“breathe, darlin’.”

and you do, taking in shuddery inhales through your nose. your lover drops a quick peck to the tip of your nose, then to the apple of your cheek, chuckling as you pant.

“that good?”

“shut up, ‘samu. you— you wouldn’t give me a damn chance to breathe.” you shove at his chest playfully, then surge closer to tuck your face into his neck shyly. because yes, he did take your breath away, though admitting it only meant he’d be crazily insufferable about it for the rest of the year. maybe even for the rest of your entire relationship.

you hear a soft smack as osamu plants a kiss atop your head before throwing a leg over yours. “sorry for teasing ya, darlin’,” he croons sweetly, shoulders still shaking slightly from laughter. “i’ll make ya breakfast to make up for it.”

“oh, good. i want extra tofu in my miso soup,” you sniff.

“sure thing.”

“and natto, but you have to mix it for me.”

“will do.”

“i also want a fried egg, a kiss, and a million dollars.”

your lover squeezes your hip, then pulls you closer to him once more.

“of course, darlin’,” he sings, rubbing soothing circles up and down your back that have your eyelids drooping in a second. “i’ll give ya anything—all the tofu and natto and eggs ya can eat, all the morning kisses ya want.”

osamu drops a final goodnight kiss on your forehead, soft and sweet. you’re dozing off now, soft breaths filtering across his neck.

“i’ll give ya the world, darlin’.”

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a/n: hello!!! okay, okay. i gotta say this might be my favourite piece in this series so far, and one of the top few things i’ve ever written. i’m really proud of it, and i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! (☆▽☆) the words seemed to flow from me effortlessly which hardly happens (lol), so this is defo a piece i’ll remember for a long time. if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging & commenting! it’ll trick my brain into giving you guys more lovesick!samu, heh. thank you for reading and i’m giving you a kiss on the forehead <3

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reverie-starlight · 11 months

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OMG I JUST HAD A THOUGHT-

osamu with a s/o who is a picky eater

did you mean me?

(small warnings/disclaimer: mentions of emetophobia (like sososo brief it's said once then gone)/general aversion to food, I promise it's all fluffy tho <3)

osamu with a s/o who's a picky eater

ohhhhhhh he would be the best at trying to get you to add new foods to your palette I feel it in my bones. like he'd never force you if you really can't, but he'd definitely try to make it as pleasant of an experience as possible. he can make anything he cooks look like the most delicious thing on the planet and it'll taste 10 times better still.

AND he will keep in mind your "absolutely the fuck not" foods and work around them with ease.

he's skilled with cooking and recipes, but maybe at the start of the relationship it would be a bit frustrating for him. after a couple conversations and lists, and making little notes in his recipe books on how to modify certain recipes to your liking, though? he does it happily.

by time you guys are like, two years into your relationship? forget little modification notes on what to change off to the side, this man decides to keep a whole notebook of the recipes he has changed up for you (how full it is depends on how picky of an eater you are, but the thought that went into it and the intentions behind it were full of love either way, that's for sure).

I actually have trouble trying new foods bc of my emetophobia, so all of what I said would be mega appreciated by me, but let's also talk about just helping you out with like, food on it's own, not a whole meal. like fruit! maybe it's one you've never tried and you're kinda iffy on it for whatever reason. He's trying it first, no hesitation, he will just put it into his mouth to show you it's fine and gently coaxes you into taking a small bite at the very least.

Hypes you up when you end up really liking it and will gladly buy more of it if you want to add it to your regular day-to-day meals/snacks.

would never get annoyed when you really insist on not trying it or end up getting worried/anxious after trying it. bro will get you some water to cleanse the palette and eat the rest happily.

at family functions or when you're just out and about, he would definitely take the parts of your meal that you don't like from your plate (like mushrooms or tomatoes or whatever) and trade for the things on his plate that he knows you like. defends you from anyone who tries to make a joke abt your eating habits.

can you tell I have a complicated relationship with food hmmm i wonder where it stemmed from :D

I HC that he and atsumu will both eat any and everything, they are not picky at all. so to conclude: it balances out with you being picky, he doesn't mind at all!!! it's easy to work around and he'll always hype you up and help you with trying new things.

#character talks #osamu fluff #miya osamu headcanons

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kurorotic · 9 months

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snos | practice kissing

"Ya should ask him to try practice kissing."

"... what?"

Atsumu points from Rintaro to Osamu.

"Sunarin. Ya. Practice Kissing."

"Why the fuck would I ask him that?!"

Atsumu gives him a look, Osamu returns it with a scowl.

"Are we still pretendin' that ya don't like him?"

Osamu wants to rebuff that, but it's steadily getting harder when just last week Atsumu discovered Osamu's collection of Rintaro's selfies on his phone.

It's totally normal for friends to trade selfies! Even shirtless ones!

"Anyway, seein' as I have the most experience out of the two of us, ya should listen to my fuckin' advice."

"Yer longest relationship was three months."

"Longevity isn't the subject, dumbass, it's about me scoring in the first place."

Osamu scowls deeper, Atsumu's smug rises.

"Practice kissing is the easiest way ta get what ya want, yer lips on him."

"I'm pretty sure he'll fuckin' laugh at such a stupid suggestion."

"He probably will, /but/, he also agrees ta doin' whatever the fuck ya want. Ya can't even deny that."

This is... true, he can't recall the last time Rintaro said no to him and actually meant it. He's also just, one of the most open minded people that Osamu knows.

"So I am supposed to just fuckin'... ask?"

"Preferably when yer alone and where I can't see."

"Yer the one who brought it up, I should make ya watch."

"Yer so fuckin' gross."

"Yer an idiot!"

"Can't leave you two alone for three minutes without you fighting."

They both see Rintaro's bored gaze on them, "keep going, I need more content for tiktok."

Osamu's eyes drift to Rintaro's lips.

Practice kissing.

There's no way Rintaro would fall for such a transparent scheme. But then... laying on Rintaro's bed the way they do.

Close enough to touch, to leave Osamu wondering, hoping that Rintaro will close the gap.

Rintaro claims his spot next to, or really, /on/ Osamu as he hugs him from the side and rests his chin on his shoulder.

Osamu feels his heart rate pick up from Rintaro's warm weight on him, he's always been extra touchy with Osamu, but now that he's aware.

So, aware.

"Rin?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are ya free after school? I wanna try somethin'."

"Mmm... I have to pick my sister up from dance... but yeah, I'm good."

Osamu just hums in response, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering from what he's going to ask his best friend slash crush.

Lunch ends, classes go on, volleyball practice is the usual, Osamu splits with Rintaro and gets an obnoxious slap on the back from Atsumu.

Rintaro's sister's friends are all giggly and bashful upon seeing the two high schoolers, Osamu is too busy all in his head to notice.

He wants to kiss Rintaro.

They /finally/ have alone time when they're shut off in Rintaro's room and now Osamu has to figure out how to ask.

"What'dya wanna try?"

Rintaro sounds so much more relaxed, bless him.

They resumed their spot on Rintaro's bed, laptop open with some music playing and completely ignoring the homework they need to do in favor of scrolling through twitter.

"Nothin' serious, just... ya ever kiss someone?"

"Girl in 5th grade, how I discovered I'm gay."

Oh. Rintaro likes boys. Good start.

"I've never kissed anyone."

Osamu should probably feel more embarassed about that, but Rintaro shows little reaction as he turns over on his side to face him.

"No one?"

"Never found anyone I wanted to."

"Do you have someone now?"

Yes.

Osamu's still laying on his back, his gray eyes meet calm green and once again, his heart is threatening to fly out his rib cage.

"Maybe... I was wonderin' if ya wanted to practice kissing..."

Osamu feels the cringe crawl up his spine.

"So you can kiss someone else?"

"So we can /both/ be ready to kiss whoever we like in the future."

Rintaro crinkled his nose at that, cute.

"We don't hafta, it was just an idea."

The silence was weird, Osamu was thinking maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.

"If you wanna, then do it."

Rintaro made absolutely no move, just laid there as Osamu blinked at him.

"Ya sure?"

"It's chill."

Osamu waited just a beat before moving the laptop towards the foot of the bed and... well, kinda situated himself on (?) Rintaro.

Pretty, Rintaro looks so pretty underneath him.

There's hands on lace around his neck and Osamu tries to think back to dramas and movies he's seen, but his mind is blank.

"I dunno what the fuck I'm doin'."

"Me either."

A giggle breaks out between them and the tension slowly melts, but Osamu figures he should get it on with.

He leans in, Rintaro closes his eyes and Osamu admires him a little more.

The dark eyeliner around his eyes, the hint of more makeup that Osamu doesn't know shit about.

But makes Rintaro look even prettier.

He's the one to close the gap, his eyes fluttering shut as their lips touch. It's... not really instant fireworks and a choir singing.

More like clumsy movements as they try to navigate it on their own.

Rintaro's fingers move up in his silver hair, gently tugging as their lips continue to move against each other.

Osamu's liking this the longer they go...

They take minute breaks to catch their breath, but they can't keep their lips off each other for too long.

Tongue.

That is Rintaro's tongue swiping on his lower lip.

Osamu obliges him, opens his mouth so Rintaro can slip it in and soon their tongues slide together.

Kinda weird? Kinda not? Osamu doesn't want to stop and talk about it.

He brings a hand to Rintaro's side, stroking it at they practice makeout.

His fingers catch on the brim of Rintaro's shirt and touch his warm skin beneath, Rintaro seems to be into it.

Getting to touch Rintaro like this... Osamu never thought he'd go this far.

The hand not in Osamu's hair moves over his shoulder, down to his chest and /squeezes/.

"Hey..."

"Mmm...?"

Rintaro slowly blinks up at him, his lips are swollen and shiny from kissing.

"I'm practice titty groping."

"I don't have tits."

"Yes, you do."

Rintaro proves his point by squeezing one, two, three more times.

"Hate ya."

"You like it."

"Do not."

"Do so~"

Osamu shuts him up with another kiss that Rintaro smiles into. Since Rintaro can grab his chest...

Osamu lowers his hand to Rintaro's ass, clad in tight jeans.

Rintaro squeaks as it's groped and Osamu just grins.

"Practice ass grabbing."

"Tits for ass? I'm willing to pay the blood price."

"... dramatic little shit."

Osamu /really/ has no idea how long they practice groping various body parts and stealthily ignore the... hardness between them.

It's only when they hear the sound of his mom pulling up in the driveway that they manage to stop for once.

Osamu lays back on his side of the bed.

"Can I tell ya somethin'?"

"Don't tell me the person you're practicing for."

Osamu glances over at Rintaro, he's sitting up and refusing to look his way.

"What if it's ya?"

"Don't fuck with me, Osamu."

Osamu scoots over to rest a hand on his thigh.

"I'm not, ya know I don't lie ta ya."

Rintaro peers over at him, there's a spark in his eyes before he captures Osamu's lips once more, his fingers lacing with the hand on his thigh.

Osamu's just about to let himself get comfortable again when there's a knock on the door.

Osamu tears away from him and suppresses his laugh as Rintaro hurries to pull his shirt down just enough to cover his boner.

Fine, maybe Atsumu was right. This time.

//snos kissy,,,

#sunaosa #osasuna #twitter thread

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ocs as character tropes

tagged by @gwynbleidd thank youuu i love these uquizzes! speaking of, anyone can take the quiz here!

under the cut because it’s long, but i tag anyone who wants to do it! and please tag me if you do, i DO want to hear about your tavs or your farmers or your tarnisheds or your wholly original ocs, i love hearing about people’s ocs

hojo rine/wreck: the disqualified

the disqualified [noun, origin unknown] refers to a character who's became too numb to the concept of the world, to the point of deeming oneself not able to express any sort of emotion, whether positive or a negative one. this state is usually the one to follow after feeling too much, as if to balance out the overwhelming sensation of human emotion. living up to their title, they often consider themselves 'disqualified' from being a human, forsaken and unloved, abandoned by the world they've never had interest in. they don't know where they belong or where should they go - every second of breathing air is a waste of oxygen someone worthier could use. the disqualified symbolize the constant state of feeling nothing but tiredness, state where all is merciless but the end. this is the one and only test outcome where i as the writer shall personally interfere - please, my most beloved disqualified, keep longing to feel again. there's so much you've never felt and so much you'll desire to feel again. in the words of Osamu Dazai (who's the creator of the title 'the disqualified' I so happily stole) - "Everything passes." a statement as short as it is true - everything passes, even the numbness. after it, you'll experience so much more beauty of the world - beauty that might pass just as the numbness did, but in it's temporary and unique nature lies the reason why it's to be cherished. so, please, try to hold on a bit. sometimes, holding on is the best we can do and most of the times, it's just enough. - a (former) fellow disqualified

yeahhhh that’s her. sad butch views herself as a ghost among the living without believing in ghosts and flees to space just to avoid the aching numbness of being on a planet without the people she loves. that’s my girl…i love him

isabella ellis/hellborn AND tav khoury both got: the icarus

[noun, greek origin] refers to a character, first curious and childish, who got so bored of the world's rotten nature they lost all hope in living. as the last resort to find the spark in the world of dying stars, the icarus may have attempted numerous times to touch the blazing surface of the sun, hoping to see any kind of redemption in the reflection of their face in the sun's flames. as a result, their wings were melted down and their bones broken by the harsh landing, yet that still didn't stop them from trying all over again. the people of icarus' nature often believe their place is with the stars and their desire to burn amongst them causes them to forget the beauty of the land they've abandoned, merely flying over it - the world has stored so much beauty for them they often struggle to see through the rays of sun and yet, it is still there. the most beautiful of flowers grow upon the lands their feet haven't even touched and maybe, just maybe, if they spared a bit of their time to give the (them forsaken) world another chance, they'd see that sky might not be the home they truly desire, but one they've seeked just because they have seen only the worst of the world. - a fellow icarus

hmmm. that fits isabella but not really tav? she IS very determined and she IS very ambitious wrt seeing the bounds of reality but she’s grounded in a way that doesn’t quite fit this. isabella for Sure though, beloved infernal freakgirl of my heart. this is also not me bashing this quiz, tav is weird in oddly hyperspecific ways that are hard to pin as a specific trope. though maybe this is just more bad end tav than normal end tav…much to consider.

calypso park/the farmer: the saint

the saint [noun, latin origin] refers to a character that has taken upon themselves the role of saint via listening to prayers, concerns and troubles of others. characters falling under this cathegory are obviously merely metaphorical saints, which is a quality many people struggle to realize. the saints are said to be helpful and caring under any circumstance, believing that making themselves useful increases their self worth in the eyes of people they care about. they often forget that they are indeed humans in roles of saints, that they still have human limitations and problems that can potentially pile up until they fall from the metaphorical heavens they occupy...yet mostly, this doesn't stop them from taking burdens from people and putting it on their own back in hopes of being more responsible in taking care of them. there's strange naivety in the good they do, slight hope that they can take everything and anything they try to fix and help out with. this naivety is often replaced with denial and regret as soon as one realizes that sometimes, it's impossible to pose as a saint. but that's just the tragic cycle of them - trying to help out, getting dragged from heavens by the burden they voluntarily stole, falling, laying on the ground wide-eyed and tired before climbing back into the clouds again. as of now, there's no cure to being one of the saints - it is up to them to realize that they are not responsible for anyone's happiness apart from their own and that it's not selfish to put them before others. it's natural and - as much as they want to stray away from it - human. - a fellow saint

britney spears crying and nodding yeah gif…part of it’s a little bit just the nature of being a video game protagonist (the farmer’s really out here responding to everyone’s random entreaties for help in sdv, which is NOT a bad thing but it is what it is) but it also does fit calypso’s character. who is she if she’s not helping someone? who is she if she’s not running herself ragged to do so? who is she in the quiet moments? yeag…i like her

#oc: hojo rine #oc: isabella ellis #oc: tav khoury #oc: calypso park #RAH I LOVE OC TAG GAMES!! my girls!! (gender neutral. rine’s gender is butch)

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