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haikyuu boys after meeting your parents

featuring; osamu, atsumu, suna x f!reader

warning; just fluff <3

notes; i added some parts from my own life so let’s forget about the stuff mentioned in osamu’s part :’D also this is my first time writing something like this so-

miya osamu

miya atsumu

suna rintarou

timeskip!osamu x reader

warnings: 18+//smut//nsfw

a/n: bcuz the guy below reminds me of him

sauce: Silent War

"aahh! osamu, what's with this p-posture?!" you screamed as he thrusts into you. he was fucking you- while standing?!

your back against his chest, while his strong and muscular arms from all his volleyball days and his work, held your body close to his. his dick sliding in and out of you fast made you feel like you were about to past out, especially in a position like that.

a scream left your lips as his cock hits your cervix perfectly. "do you like this position? my cock deep inside you, hm?" he whispered in your ear as you bit your lip, keeping in a moan. "o- oi!" you gasped. his hands were now groping your breasts.

he pinched the one on your right while the other squeezed the left one making you moaned as he continued to pound into you. "ngh~ osamu, m' gonna-" you tilted your head back against his shoulder. osamu took note of this and threw you onto the bed.

"let's do it in our normal position, shall we?" he smirked.

- cooking date w chef miya 🧑🏻‍🍳

aka you patiently wait for osamu to make you food

got back into haikyuu and i’m down horrendously!!! need a man to cook for me fr! maybe make my favorite dish juuuust for me because he loves me so much even if i’m sneaking in kisses and distracting him from his work!

singing, dancing, eating

"that's salt, not sugar" with your choice of character!

BAHAHAHA IM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS kohi tysm for sending something in and im sorry I made it a crackfic (I think) it was just really fun to write

Synopsis: love is sweet but divorces can be a little,,, salty.

Send me a random sentence and I'll make it an angst drabble!

Marrying Osamu Miya was the best decision of your life.

You had your most beautiful memories with him, the best years of your life were the best because he was there with you, holding your hand, smiling into the kiss he presses on your cheek.

You loved him, with all your heart- but things sometimes go wrong, and this time what went wrong was his love for you.

"I don't love you anymore."

The moment he spoke those to you, you knew it all was over. What he said was something you'd been aware of for the longest time, you werent dumb, you could feel him drifting away, you could feel his kisses getting monotonous, his touch out of obligation, his words of love, of habit.

But as long as it wasn't confirmed, hope lived strong in your heart, hope that it wasn't true, you were reading too much into things, he was just tired, stressed- any excuse you could find.

But then came the inevitable.

As he stared at your tear-damp face, grey eyes cold and unforgiving- you only came to realize Osamu Miya had no love left for you.

"Please, 'Samu," you tried to reason still, despite his almost mocking gaze, "I'll try harder, I'll make you happy, I beg you to give us another chance!"

Your hands grasped around his hand, you were on your knees as you begged for this one thing- and you wonder what you've done to make him hate you do that he wouldn't even bring you up to your feet as you trembled on the cold ground of your shared home.

"Let me go," he had hissed at you, instead, shaking his hand to make your weak grip on him let go. "I'll send you the divorce papers."

It's unfair, you had thought. How easy it is for him to leave as you cried on the ground, alone and cold as you watched the one man you've ever loved leave your home.

The moment you had taken the cursed pile of white paper in your cold, shaking hands, the last piece of hope had died with it. Everything, the last six years you had spent with the love of your life, was now getting discarded that easily. You thought, you might- might hate him for how easy he made it look.

But you never really thought you'd plot in your head to kill him.

"What about-" you remembered sobbing that night he had left you, "what about our son?"

He hadn't answered that that night, but as you now scanned the paper you were holding, you had your answer.

The bastard was demanding full custody.

What first was an ache in your heart, shaking your body, leaving you so vulnerable because you had just lost your dearest person was now turning into blind, hot rage.

You don't even remember how you dialed his number, your heart beating in your ears enough to have you deaf, hands shaky as you waited for him to pick up.

"Wha-"

"I'll fucking murder you." You curse as soon as you hear his lazy tone. "I will fucking murder you, you hear me, Miya? If you ever try to take my child away from me, I will not let you live."

~

"Osamu, go help your wife in the kitchen!" Your aunt laughs somewhere in the garden, making you curse her whole existence.

Ever since you had learned about him suing for full custody, you and Osamu weren't exaclty on... good terms.

Your hands start trembling with anger as you hear his grunt of approval, lazy footsteps making their way into the kitchen.

It was your son's birthday.

The divorce was so sudden, you couldn't tell him or anyone in your families that you hated each other to the guts with your husband, and you sure didn't want to ruin your sons birthday toast with, "clink, clink! May I have your attention? Baby, congrats on your birthday, I love you so much- you're so different from your bastard of a father over here. Oh, also, we're getting a divorce."

"Hey," the gray haired man strolls in with all his seriousness, aware of your fury that would make anyone's skin crawl. Not his, though- no, Osamu Miya is immune to your anger. Instead, he squints his eyes at you, or rather what you have in your hands, and smiles.

"That's salt, not sugar." He laughs right before you add the substance to your son's birthday cake batter. "Don't even know the difference? This is why I'm demanding custody, I want my son to live-"

His sentence is cut together by a loud crash, followed by the sounds of broken glass.

Osamu's grey eyes widen as they close on to the dented wall only a millimeter away from his head, and then to the broken glass shreds and crystals of salt mixing together on the ground.

Did you just-

Yes you did.

You just threw a glass of salt at your husband's head.

Well, happy birthday to your son, I guess.

[01:56] osamu coming home

warnings none, just fluff

other timestamps

opening the door to his shared home, he calls out your name, to which gave no response. he called your name out again, and dropped his bag, searching the house and came to an abrupt pause.

sighing in relief, he smiled at your comfortable figure, sleeping in a fetal position with a pillow between your legs. you released soft snores within each breath and osamu chuckled as he brushed your right cheek.

“i love ya so damn much”

he got up carefully and changed out of his clothes to freshen up before getting in bed beside you. he slipped off his shirt and-

“-samu?”

alarmed, he turned around and sighed.

“what are ya doin? thought ya were sleepin'” he moves towards you and pulls you into his arms, letting your face rest in his chest.

“i was waiting for you, but i fell asleep, sorry, love”

“ya didn't need to wait for me, am always here.”

he felt your cheesy smile in his chest and chuckled softly and rested his head on top of yours, quickly placing a chaste kiss.

“am gonna wash up, okay? stay here, i'll be quick.”

nodding sleepily, you gave him a small smile and walked back to bed, laying your ahead atop of a pillow, and immediately fell asleep, even though you wanted to stay awake for osamu.

drying his hair off, he walked into your shared bedroom and laughed as he watched your sleeping figure.

he crawled in beside you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing you on the back of your head before whispering-

“goodnight. i love ya so much.”

a/n: i'll post the masterlist later!