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attemptinghaikyuu · 2 months

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~Choose your own Ending: Epilogue~

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

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

You shiver.

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

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

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

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

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

Osamu proceeds to push Rintarou over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, thanks Osamu,”

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

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

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

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inariz4ki · 9 months

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about

hello! you can call me izzy or mel.

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

🏐 haikyuu!!

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

🪚 chainsaw man

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

🩸 demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba

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

feel free to send me asks and requests regarding pairings, gen pairings, and x reader requests for all fandoms mentioned! ill either make a story or a list of headcanons out of them.

ive reblogged some prompt lists (this too) to send me asks for, too. no nsfw requests, and obv no incestual/pedophilic pairings. feel free to send me requests outside of the listed fav pairings or x reader requests, but i might not get to them as fast.

fyi: this is a sideblog, so it might not seem like im following people back, but im more than happy to make friends and talk with new people! send me asks or dms. also p.s., im a student, so i might get too busy to respond to asks.

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kitastapioca · 20 days

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

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

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

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

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

#i welcome them all #gives the fic extra spice #real life can be mundane #so it's often a treat accidentally stumbling into my warped imagination thanks to them #🦊🧋_rambles

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simpingforsoftboys · 3 years

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Toxic Things They Do

ft. IwaOi, Kuroken, SakuAtsu, SunaOsa

TRIGGER WARNING: Neglect, manipulation, name calling, verbal abuse, toxicity in general, nsfw in SakuAtsu part

G/N rdr

Short but not very sweet~

IwaOi

IwaOi’s fatal flaw is that they get too caught up in each other that they tend to brush aside any one else- even the ones that mean most to them- which sadly includes you. Like it’s not unusual for them to go out and eat dinner and totally forget to invite and/or bring home any for you. They go on all these cute dates and shit with just them two- it’s like you’re not even in a relationship with them.

KuroKen

They’ve been with each other their whole lives- it’s to the point that they have an unhealthy dependency on the other. Because of this these two will ALWAYS take each other’s sides- even if one is clearly in the wrong. You don’t get any say in the anything PERIOD. Oh and if theres a fight? Doesn’t matter if you’re the one wronged- they’ll defend the other anyways. If anything they’re the ones in the relationship and you’re just a filler person who’s constantly on standby. Only useful to them when they can’t be with each other

SakuAtsu

They can’t compromise on ANYTHING unless it’s about sex. Are you three even in a relationship? Because honestly, it just feels like a divorced couple in a glorified friends with benefits situation... They don’t talk anything out- all problems are answered with sex, love and affection? Isn’t that just the same as passion filled, slow fucking? When they’re not causing a reason for noise complaints- these two are ARGUING over the stupidest things. Like: what color suit to wear for the next charity event, dish soap brand, whether or not cotton or silk bedding is better- you name it they’ll argue over it. Even when it comes to you- they’ll bring their petty pride into the picture and make decisions for you based on who wins their latest argument.

SunaOsa

They are major hypocrites. For example they don’t count it as cheating when they bring home some random guy or a girl they met mere hours ago. It’s not like they’ll ever see them again so why are you so offended? What do you mean Osamu was chatting up his new regular or Suna was totally flirting with some chick on the girls team? You’re just looking too far into things. But if you were talking “too amicably” with some attractive coworker? Osamu is PISSED and Suna’s passive aggressive mode is switched on to the MAX. They’ll accuse you of being a wh*re, sl*t, and anything and everything in between. Every little mistake you make they’ll bring up out of the blue and talk shit about you right in front of your face. You’re like their little verbal punching bag- and if you call them out on their toxicity YOU are the one who’s toxic.

Spinoff Series Based On This HC

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hcneymilkks · 2 years

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head empty only thoughts of boyfriend suna

late night car rides

combing your fingers through his hair

headpats

locked pinkies

forehead kisses

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

movie nights

skateboarding

recording you 24/7 especially during funny moments

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

kisses literally everywhere

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

ADD IN OSAMU INTO THE MIX YES PLEASE

i am still pushing the sunaosa × reader poly ship ty

#flora.rant #flora.rambles #hq.masterlist #hq.headcannons #haikyuu #haikyu suna #haikyu osamu #sunaosa #sunaosa × reader #haikyu x reader #floras.headcannons #for.suna #haikyuu timeskip au #miya osamu #suna rintaro #for.osamu

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aliparo · 3 years

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Contrary to public opinion, Prince Atsumu of Inarizaki isn’t very fond of parties.

Balls, galas, and other events that required him to put on a fake smile for hours — understandably, they weren’t his sort of his thing. He would mingle with the guests as much as what is polite, then he would spend the rest of his time waiting by the sidelines of the room for the whole thing to end.

You’ve been watching him the entire night, noting how he subtly changes his location from one end to another, golden hair and strong aura in walking doing little to conceal him from curious and awe-filled eyes. When the time is right, when the two of you are finally close enough for no one to notice you decidedly make a path straight towards him — it would have been obvious if you had come from across the room, then it would make everyone curious and neither of you liked that — you do just that.

“It doesn’t seem like this is your sort of scene.”

“‘Ya don’t say.” He takes a sip from the glass he was holding before casting you a glance. “This doesn’t seem like your scene either.”

“It’s not.”

“Then why’re ‘ya here?” There was nothing distasteful in his tone, nothing that gives you the impression that he didn’t want your attendance. To a stranger, it would have sounded rude; an acquaintance would have thought him curious; but you could hear the slightest teasing tone in his voice, and it made the corners of your lips turn up.

“The opportunity to visit two intimate friends has rapidly been becoming scarce over the past few years,” you say, “If I’m not able to make a trip due to other engagements, I should at least accept an invitation when it is presented.”

“Ah,” he remarks, “and if you were asked to choose between which of those two friends is more intimate with you than the other, what would ‘ya say?”

“Nothing,” you reply, “Nothing, especially if a definite answer would warrant me about an hour’s lecture of why I should have picked one over the other or why I was right in choosing who I did.”

He smiles behind his glass. “That’s because I’m just better.”

“I’d comment on that but I don’t think it would be appropriate to do so on foreign lands, in another castle, and in your company.”

“Is there something wrong with my company?”

“None that I can tell you, Your Royal Highness.”

“‘Your Royal Highness,’” he scoffs, and takes another sip. “You act like the number of insults ‘ya’ve thrown at me isn’t enough to rival my brother’s.”

“Light-hearted teasing remarks,” you correct, “Not insults. I wouldn’t dare.”

“You couldn’t,” he says, “‘Ya love me too much.”

“Not over your brother.”

“And not less than him either.” Silence ensues between the two of you as you take drink once more.

Well, as much silence as possible amidst the chattering around you and the hired musicians playing somewhere else in the room.

Atsumu is the first to speak again. “Sleep well last night?”

“Not really.”

His eyebrows shoot up at that, and he turns to you in alarm. “Were your quarters not to your liking?”

“I didn’t mean to worry you!” you find yourself saying in a more exclaimed tone than intended (it was the worry in his eyes). “I’ve been very appreciative of your consistently providing me comfortable accommodation here in your castle — for as long as I can remember, even. It was more a me problem than a you, really.”

He pauses, probably taking all that in, and you know he strived to sound offhanded when he asks, “Would you like to talk about it?”

“I don’t wish to soil your mood, Your Highness,” you say, “It’s quite... meaningless.”

He takes a quick look at you from the corner of his eye, and maybe it was the additional years of friendship shared between the two of you that makes him go, “Indulge me. As a favor to your host.”

Again, there was nothing you should be cautious of in his tone. Even with the phrasing, you know he isn’t forcing you. Despite his evident curiosity, he wouldn’t press you if you told him to stop — it’s a trait of his that made you feel safe around him. He was trustworthy, always has been, and, you think, maybe even more so than when you first met him at seven years of age.

“This isn’t the venue for it,” you say, and he understands your unspoken approval.

“Would the gardens be location enough? You know I’d be happy to leave, and your delight would match.” You smile at that. “Or is it not the time either? I can wait until we can discuss the matter in either of our quarters.”

You think about it for a while, envisioning the whole of the castle you had spent time in often when you were younger. “The gardens would be good,” you decide finally, “The ball is almost over anyway. I don’t think we have anything to stay for.”

“Indeed we don’t,” he smiles, holding out his arm for you. “Should I look for ‘Samu?”

“Is he,” you pause, before repeating more quietly, “Is he involved with... Suna Rintarou?”

“Not formally,” your companion says as the two of you walk further away from the center of things, “but I have much reason to believe he is.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you involved with anyone else as well?”

The two of you take a turn. “I told myself I wouldn’t be. Not until I was king.”

“Why so?” The two of you keep on walking.

“I don’t want to be involved with someone who is not fit to be my Queen,” he says, “I will not settle for less than an equal who can rule beside me.”

“Well, I suppose there’s sense in that.”

“Of course there is.”

You finally reach the gardens, finding the shrubs and various plants bathing beautifully in the moonlight. The two of you, too, step to stand under it, and it’s bright enough for you to see each other without the assistance of a lamp.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually,” you say then. “Marriage.”

#theres supposed to be a part two but i havent written it yet #and this got long. longer than i expected #i havent slept yet 😭😭😭#BUT HERE I AM #royal!au atsumu #atsumu drabbles #atsumu x reader #atsumu #atsumu fluff #prince atsumu #atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu #miya atsumu drabbles #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #mention of side sunaosa #miya atsumu scenarios #prince miya atsumu #prince miya atsumu x reader

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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

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

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tsumwriter · 3 years

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Lovebirds (Komori x Reader)

pure Komori fluff bc this man doesn’t get enough love

FINALLY, you had a day off from work where you could watch one of your boyfriend’s games.

He was the official libero for the EJP Raijin, and he had been begging you with those big brown eyes for you to come see him in action.

You thought he just wanted to show off his super cool volleyball moves, but it was actually because he wanted to show you off to his team. Not disrespectfully of course- you weren’t some object. He just wanted to show everyone on his team why he was so in love.

So when he saw you in one of his jerseys, his heart almost exploded.

You were seated close to the court where all of the other athletes’ guests sat, and he literally couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You were seated next to Osamu, Suna’s boyfriend, and looked like you were having a good time. A big smile appeared on his face. He had personally asked Suna to invite Osamu so you would have a familiar face in the crowd, and so that Osamu could explain all his super cool plays.

Komori seemed to lose track of time watching you have fun because he jumped a little when the captain called his name to line up for the game.

“Komori! We gotta go, stop looking at your girlfriend!”

He blushed before rushing over to line up with the rest of the team.

As the announcer was introducing the two teams, he felt Suna nudge him gently.

“Look, (y/n)-chan is looking at you with heart eyes.”

The brown-haired libero looked over at you in the stands, and saw you with the brightest smile. Upon making eye contact, he saw you waving and jokingly blowing him kisses to which he pretended to receive all of them.

His fans started screaming, and you could feel yourself blush a little when you started hearing people talking in the stands.

The fans around you were whispering, “Who’s that girl? Is that Komori-senshu’s girlfriend? Who is that? She’s so pretty…”

You were starting to get a little overwhelmed at the sudden attention, but you snapped out of it when Osamu gently patted your hand.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. They did that when I first came to Rin’s game. The fans are actually really supportive.”

You smiled appreciatively and nodded, “Thanks Osamu-kun.”

Osamu grinned and stretched his arms above his head, “It’s your first time watching Komori, right? Wait till you see how cool our boys look.”

And oh boy Osamu was absolutely right. Your boyfriend looked so cool.

He was able to receive any ball that the blockers failed to, and as Osamu explained, he got the ball right where the setter needed it.

It was insane how he received any serves, and you couldn’t stop looking at how good he looked, especially with those muscles.

The match ended with a EJP Raijin win where they took all of the sets.

You were so proud because the last point was made by your boyfriends’ receive that the other team failed to receive. And right after he scored that point, he looked to you and winked.

A huge smile was on your face, and Osamu teasingly elbowed you, “You guys are so sappy.”

You rolled your eyes and elbowed him back, “Like you and Suna-kun weren’t like that when you guys first started dating?”

He just grinned and grabbed your arm, “You’re right, now let’s go say hi to the team before the fans get to them.”

When you came down to the court, Komori suddenly felt his heart race. A few seconds ago he was exhausted from the game, but seeing you smile and walk towards him made him feel like he could play another set.

“(y/n)!”

He held his arms wide open and you jumped into his embrace.

“Motoya, you looked so cool out there. I’m so proud of you.”

Komori only held you tighter and smiled, “I’m just happy you’re here, love.”

You were about to tell him about how sappy he was, but a random voice interrupted.

“Hey love bird, you gonna introduce us to her?”

Komori just laughed and spun you around in his embrace, refusing to let you go.

“Of course captain. Team, this is my girlfriend (l/n) (y/n), (y/n), this is my team.”

The captain was the first to come up.

“Yah know (l/n)-san, you have to come more often because I’ve never seen Komori work this hard.”

You just laughed and squeezed your boyfriends’ hands lovingly.

Komori just placed his chin on your head as you continued to playfully talk to all of his teammates.

This man was so deeply in love with you and anyone could see it just by the way he looked at you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu oneshot #komori motoya #komori x reader #komori x y/n #haikyuu komori #haikyuu fluff #komori fluff #osamu x suna #sunaosa

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attemptinghaikyuu · 3 months

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~Choose your own Ending~

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

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

Even if they were thrown at his face.

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

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

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

All the work is to no avail.

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

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

You laugh, wiping a fake tear from your eye.

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

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

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

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

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cutenimi · 2 years

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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

p. miya atsumu x f!reader. fluff. cw. swearing, food mentions, sideship!sunaosa. happy new year !! wc. 1.1k

ATSUMU DEFINITELY NEEDS TO RESOLVE this problem of his.

Well, maybe it wasn't a problem, per se, but he needed to work through it nonetheless, or he would probably die.

Well, that was another exaggeration, but here's the problem.

He's just so deeply in love with you.

Most wouldn't see that as a problem. Oh, Atsumu, you do have such a sweet and caring girlfriend. You must love her, right?

Of course he loved his girlfriend, what kind of a fucking question was that? You'd known each other since the alphabet was a foreign concept, and he would do his best to know you just as well even when the stars had long blinked from existence. Hopefully.

Yeah, see, that was the problem.

You'd only been dating for around a year, but you were not only the most beautiful person in his life, but also that whom he gave the most love to, pouring his entire heart and soul into your relationship.

Atsumu loved you. So, so much.

The love shot through his heart in the early hours of the morning when sleep evaded him and he couldn't help but wonder if you were pleasantly dreaming just then. The love enveloped him when he saw your smile, heard your laugh, felt your lips on his own. The love flowed from him every second that he was so blessed to spend with you.

See? Fuck.

Atsumu wasn't even a poetic kind of guy – he saved that for his brother and Suna with their sappy love story – but you made him want to write a million rhyming words no matter how overly sentimental they may be.

"Tsumu? Tsumu?"

He nearly shrieked when he felt a hand tugging on his shirt, relaxing when he realised it was just you.

Wait – it was you. Who he was just thinking about.

"Y/N!" he tried to grin, attempting to ignore the nervous crack in his voice as he rubbed the back of his neck, fully aware that his face was probably strawberry-red by now. "You're here!"

He'd been waiting by the massive crowd gathered by the beach and harbour for no more than ten minutes, having asked you to see the New Year's fireworks with him.

"Sorry I'm late," you smiled nervously, trying not to blush at just how damn attractive he looked. Atsumu could seriously pull off anything, including the grey hoodie (you often borrowed that particular item) and jeans he was currently sporting.

"Don't be," he breathed, eyes sweeping you.

Ah, shit. She looks really hot.

You hoped the heat in your cheeks was just from the stuffiness of the crowd around you, though you knew that Miya Atsumu checking you out was enough to make anyone flush. Including, apparently, his girlfriend.

"Should we go find a spot to watch?" you asked as someone bumped shoulders with you rather aggressively. "I think we're in more danger drowning here than in the ocean."

He laughed, loudly and enthusiastically, in that infectious, cute way of his that brought a smile to your lips every time. "Good idea, babe. Don't want you getting crushed by the other couples, do we?"

You giggled and shook your head, accepting his warm hand and letting him lead you through the crowd, making a pathway with his wide shoulders. Checking your phone, you noted that you had five minutes until the fireworks went off.

Five minutes until the New Year.

Five minutes until the moment you'd been waiting for for an entire month.

Atsumu finally decided on a spot above the beach, near its very edge, with a far thinner crowd for what was still an exceptional view, with two minutes to go until the fireworks.

You shivered with excitement, still holding his hand in yours and eagerly watching the boats that drifted out in the water.

"Are you cold?" he asked, evidently having noticed your motion.

Before you could say no, a strong wind gusted through, goosebumps rising along your sleeveless arms, and you gave in and nodded. With that infuriating yet damnably attractive smirk that was so typical of him, Atsumu shedded his hoodie and pulled it over your head, chuckling as the hood fell over your face and nearly masked you entirely.

You threw it backwards with a scowl that quickly dissolved into laughter at the amusement on his face, pulling the sleeves down to cover your hands. "Thank you, Tsumu."

"No problem," he said. "You look super cute in my clothes anyway."

Caught between joking indignation and flustered flattery, you half-heartedly smacked his arm, leaning in to rest against him and comfortably sighing as he slung an arm around you.

"A new year, huh?" you mused, checking your phone again. 11:59pm. "Like a fresh start."

"I could definitely use one of those," Atsumu agreed, looking up at the sky, glittering with stars. "But there's only one thing I don't want wiped clean."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"This time last year, I wasn't dating you."

And just like that, the glow in your face returned, so heated it could've been the explosion of one of the yet unreleased fireworks, because the love-filled honesty of his words was so beautifully raw.

"I don't want to get a fresh start on that note, either," you heard yourself saying as if in a dream. "Because I really love you, Miya Atsumu."

His heart stuttered in his chest as he turned to look at you properly, one hand stroking along your cheek. "And I'm really, really in love with you, Y/N."

The crowd around you began to shout, direction aimed at the beach. "Ten! Nine! Eight!"

You grinned, moving closer to him, the distance between you so minimal his own hoodie was pressed against his chest. "To new beginnings, then."

"Seven! Six! Five!"

"To new beginnings," he repeated, now cupping your face with both hands.

"Four! Three! Two!"

You leaned inwards, so close that you could pick out every reflection of twinkling light in his eyes, hands resting on his neck where the dyed blond strands of his hair tickled your fingers, so close-

"One!"

Atsumu connected his mouth to yours almost forcefully, lips trying to convey all his love for you in a single physical motion, and for that one eternal moment, surrounded by cheers and other happy couples and the fireworks exploding through the air, everything was absolutely perfect.

But then again.

Every moment with Atsumu was perfect.

Because although he was so deeply in love with you – you felt the exact same way about him.

#%fae's.fics.#%fae.is.fantasising.#happy new year !!#haikyuu #haikuu x reader #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fluff #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu oneshots #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu oneshots #atsumu fluff

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animatedrapture · 3 years

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NIGHT THREE: TOY

Sypnosis: There’s no other kind of love that Osamu and Suna could offer you. But you’re lucky enough to be with them in the first place... Aren’t you?

Content Warnings: Polyamorous relationship. SunaOsa. Angst. Vaginal Penetration. A hint of manipulation if you squint. Overstimulation. Cum play. Double penetration in one hole. Filming. Unrequited Love. Threesome. Super meanie Suna. Aftercare. Toxic relationship.

Characters: Suna Rintarou. Osamu Miya. F!Reader.

Word Count: 2.3k

Violet’s Note: I’m sorry I feel like I fucked this up by the ending. Not proofread so if there’s any errors, please tell me! That said, here’s the very late SunaOsa x Reader content for Night Three!

Between Suna and Osamu, you suppose it’s Suna who’s the cold heart-killer. He's mean and neglectful in the most hurtful of ways—only bringing you close to him when he wants to use you.

When he fucks you, it's cruel. His lips never find purchase to yours, instead, he presses them all over your neck, your chest, your shoulders; always marking you like it mattered to him who you belonged to.

Whatever Suna does to you, he does it for his own pleasure. Only for his. When he's rubbing his index finger over your puffy clit with you sat on his lap, completely bare, back pressing against his chest, it's because it satisfies him—it's never for you and you remember this whenever he holds your trembling body against him and you cry from the overstimulation.

Suna loves seeing you fall apart for him, loves seeing all the things he could do to you, but that doesn't mean he loves you.

Whenever he litters marks all over your body, kisses and bruises, marks of his fingertips blooming red, blue, purple, his hand print stinging against your delicate skin—it's not because he wants you to know who you belong to, it's only because you're his canvas to paint and do as he pleases with.

His words are derogatory, too. He never calls you sweet little nicknames, calling him "Rin," earns you a slap across your face as he brutally thrusts in your wet pussy—the squelch humiliating and erotic.

To him, you remain a whore to use whenever he pleases; never stopping to look into your adoring eyes.

When Suna calls you, it's deadpanned and commanding, your body never failing to tense up at the sound of his voice. Like clockwork, you come to him without waiting for him to tell you to come.

He always looks at you first like this, when you're standing in front of him, fidgeting as if this is all too new to you.

And it hurts, it always hurts. The bored expression he has, the lack of spark in the way that he looks at you—it squeezes at your heart tighter than a noose.

There's only very little Suna offers you, too. His touch feels like a luxury you could never afford—so you beg, and beg, and beg until he pulls you down to your knees and shoves his cock down your throat.

And it's pathetic that he does it only to appease you, only does it so you could finally shut your mouth.

"Sit," he tells you, parsimonious with his words. There's only very little I can give you, he says—and Suna Rintarō isn't the type to dabble on lies.

Your movement is timid and borderline robotic, your legs parting to sit on his lap, cunt pressed against the hard bulge in his pants.

Suna rests his hand on your bare thigh, eyeing your panties peeking out from under your skirt. His palms feel cold against your skin, moving your skirt and letting it bunch on your waist.

Then, you watch him take his phone out, camera open.

If there's anything with Suna you could take pride in, it's how he loves to take pictures of you—never in the way you wished he would, but it was enough that you were all over his gallery, in lewd positions: of your legs spread open and panties damp, of your body bent over and ass bright red with his spanking, or of your cunt dripping with his cum.

Suna lets out a quiet hum, heavy lidded eyes darting back to yours, filled with anticipation and clouded with lust.

Suddenly, his arm circles around your waist, lifting you so easily and laying you down the carpet. He spreads your legs further before his cold fingers pull your slick-covered panties to the side and directs the camera over your body, surely capturing your wet pussy.

He takes one picture, two, three—until he's satisfied.

Finally, he pushes his phone away. Looking over you again, breathless and biting on your lip so harshly to stop yourself from begging for more.

Whores like you aren't in the place to ask for more, that's what Osamu and Suna both tell you. And you suppose they're right—you're lucky enough to be in this position with them, offering yourself to the two people you love most.

You swear, you swear you would never ask for more; yet, while they both don't love you like you do, they knew you better than you knew yourself.

You would always yearn for more.

"Please," you can't help but plead, hips bucking to meet his. For once, Suna doesn't comment on it, doesn't punish you for it.

Suna pushes his sweatpants down, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen, making you squirm. He pushes your top to your chest, leaning over to take your hardened nipple in his mouth and biting lightly—you mewl.

His cock is pressing in between your folds, sliding up and down slightly, coating with your slick.

"R-Rintarō, ngh—!" You moan as the head of his cock nudges your sensitive nub.

"God, do you ever shut up? You're annoying," He grunts, finally pushing his cock inside of you in one thrust—not giving you the time to adjust. After all, why should he care?

The stroke of his cock is euphoric, filling you up so deliciously and making you cream all over him.

Then, he holds your leg, bringing them to his shoulders, and with a sharp thrust, the tip of his cock kisses the opening of your cervix. The pain is pleasurable, and he knows you get off on it.

Suna watches your eyes roll to your skull, your back arch from the carpet, your eyelids slightly closing and your tits bouncing as he moves inside of you.

And that's the only time Suna likes you: fucked dumb and mindless as you take his cock in your little cunny, sucking him back every time he pulls out to snap his hips towards you again while you cry.

He takes your jaw in one hand, squeezing your cheeks harshly.

"Open up," he leans over, and you try, you try your best to open your mouth despite his grasp.

He spits in your mouth and groans at your pussy clamping around him instantly. You swallow, cause that's all you're good for; then he presses your face down the carpet until it stings, until he's filling you up with his cum.

Cause that's all you're good for.

But with Osamu, it's completely different but cruel all the same. It's Osamu who actually acknowledges you for anything else, yet always careful that it's never as much attention as he would give Suna.

Osamu isn't mean, but it hurts all the same because he only ever uses you when Suna is away for a game. Osamu isn't mean, but while Suna fucks you knowing it's you—Osamu fucks you and never lets you forget that he's fucking you in place of Suna.

Osamu fucks you with a pillow over your face and thrusts inside of you as if it's not your smaller, pliant body that he was fucking.

He fucks you and with every grunt, your gummy walls spasming around his length, he hisses a curse and Suna's name. Each time, he uses your body, pumping you full of his cum as if it's to remind you it's only him that gets to call Suna "Rin."

It will never be you.

But like Suna, he loves seeing you fall apart for him, struggling to fuck yourself on his cock. He makes you ride him with your back facing him and his hands locking your arms behind your back.

You come down on his cock with your eyes rolling back and legs trembling, your juices gushing out.

"'Samu—p-please! Can't–nngh, need you!" Your nails dig into his thighs, trying your best to keep fucking yourself on his cock with your numbing legs.

"Rin's been spoiling you too much, just letting ya lie down and take it, huh?" He clicks his tongue with a sigh, sitting straight from his relaxed posture against the headboard of your bed.

"Can ya even do anything on yer own?" He pulls his cock out of your drooling pussy, kneeling behind you and pushing your face down.

"I-I'm sorry, 'Samu," you sob against your sheets, your tears creating a wet patch.

"Yeah, you'll be sorry," he says before pushing inside of you again with a bone rattling thrust.

And he'll keep making you say sorry as you cry and cry, until your legs give up and your insides feel raw from overstimulation.

Osamu, unlike Suna, kisses you like he actually loves you. His breath is hot against your skin when he lets you ride his thigh and make a mess all over. Osamu, at least, takes care of you. He offers you praise and listens to you as if he’s your best friend.

Sometimes, you think you could even forget for a moment that he doesn’t love you like that—until you see him and Suna sprawled on the couch together like the couple they are, until you see them walking out the door for a date you’ll never join them in.

Until they forget about you unless they need you again.

When they use you, you can feel the pins and needles prickling at sight of them so obviously lovesick, so obviously devoted, so obviously never meant for you.

Suna fucks your mouth with almost no thought in his mind that it's you as he pulls Osamu to a kiss you could only ever dream of receiving. You're always dazed and fucked out of your mind enough not to cry at the pain that blooms in your chest, but never enough to pretend you don't feel it at all.

The thing is about them when they fuck you is that they cum all over you, smearing it all over your body, like a true cum dump, they say.

"'S-Samu! Please—it won't fit," you sob, thighs pressing together the best you can with Suna's huge cock nestled deep inside you.

It's Suna who responds to your protest, tugging on your hair harshly to meet his bored gaze at looking back at you. "We'll make it fit, yeah? And if we don't… Guess we'll just have to look for someone who can do i—"

"No!" You cut him off, shaking your head fervently, tears already slipping from your eyes.

"No," you say weakly, heart stinging in your chest, "Please don't replace me."

Osamu's hand reaches out for your cheeks, softly wiping away your tears, "I want you and 'Samu, please," you cried, looking back at Suna with wide eyes, pleading.

"Then you'll take it, won't you?"

This time, you nod, parting your legs to accommodate Osamu on top of you.

You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your hole—already filled to the brim with Suna alone. Suna brings his finger to your clit, rubbing lightly to help you relax as Osamu slowly pushes inside of you.

Your nails dig into Suna’s arms, whimpering at the painful stretch.

“C’mon, be good for ‘Samu,” Suna whispers behind you, not a flinch even as your nails sink into his skin and makes him bleed.

Osamu leans over, lips pressing against yours—Suna sucking on the sensitive skin against the pulse on your neck, distracting you from the slow ease of his cock inside of you, until he bottoms out.

Your mind turns foggy as they start to move inside of you slowly. You head falls back to Suna’s shoulders, sighing heavily.

This is the only time you can feel Suna act the least bit tender with you, with both his cock and Osamu’s thrusting inside you so sensually, so slowly—as if they loved you like they did each other.

Just for this moment, you don’t mind that Suna never kisses you on the lips, or lets you call him Rin. Just for this moment, you don’t mind that you never hear your name slipping from their lips when they use you only for their pleasure.

Suna doesn’t stop rubbing against your clit, and it doesn’t take too long before your body feels limp between their bigger bodies while you gasp, you mewl, you keen at everything they make you feel.

The room echoes of heavy breaths, dazed with pleasure, of skin slapping against skin, of your soft moans turning into a higher pitch as you feel the familiar coil building in your belly.

By the time you’ve adjusted, you’re panting heavily against them, head spinning from pleasure. They’re fucking you but their hands are on each other, lips pressed in a passionate kiss while your tears fall and they ignore you.

You start to wonder why you’re crying, if it’s still from the intense pleasure, or your orgasm racking through you that has them hissing at the tight fit of your cunt around their cocks, or if it’s the reminder that you’re not there because they love you.

You realize it’s the latter when their thrusts become sloppy, losing its rhythm. They chase their own high while your mind numbs from the overstimulating feeling of their cocks still spearing inside of you after your orgasm.

You realize it’s the latter when you hear them say “I love you” and you know it’s not for you.

You could only wish you passed out sooner if it meant you didn’t have to hear your heart breaking as their cocks throb inside of you, filling you with their cum like they owned you.

It’s Osamu who takes care of you after. Suna retreats to their room pressing a chaste kiss against Osamu’s lips and a reluctant kiss on your temple.

Osamu cleans you up with him in the shower and dresses you up in one of Suna’s shirts that he gave with a grumble, then brings you to your room and tucks you in.

Finally, he leaves you too, back to his room with Suna.

Separated from yours, just like their love is.

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