Oikawa Tooru X Reader - Tumblr Posts
OIKAWA BREAKING YOU UP
oikawa tooru x gender neutral reader
you, a semi popular youtuber, meet oikawa at one of his games and he says ily after you scream it at him during an interview. you send the video to your current bf, who gets jealous and doesn’t take it well and ends up breaking up with you. after it goes viral on stantwt oikawa reaches out.
notes: ok i haven’t read the manga, so pls don’t come at me if i get any details wrong 😓 based on the yeonjun situation lmfao. takes place after high school u guys are twentyish. also i know i said peg it in the 27th slide i hope that’s still gn T-T
notes — bye i wrote this in a day the haikyuu obsession is back why r we back in 2020 😭 also ignore the ! in some of the tweet dns i forgot to edit them out and i’m lazy it’s so all the fan users are at the top of my app
my lovelies here is a piece about oikawa for you @honeykeigo, @b0ba-chan, @toshidou
you’ve always been in love with oikawa. he feels like the soft crisp breezes of spring, the warm and fluttery feeling of a lover just caressing your cheeks. you’ve memorized every crease and every callous across his hands, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles at you, and you fall for the way he just shines on the court like the stars he so adores. you’ve always loved him. these feelings you hold weighing heavy in your chest as you beam at him, overwhelming you so completely, and you feel nothing but adoration for his whole existence. there is nothing but love for oikawa in your heart until the tiniest tug of a thought pulls at you.
it creeps in when you see him surrounded by masses of cheering supporters, it creeps in when you see him use that dangerous smile of his for another, it creeps in as his time spent with you slowly begins to slip away. your stomach churns at the thought of him, the thought of him not being yours, never being yours, and those promises of forever that once seemed so saccharine begin to echo, hollow, empty, and ring around your head like sharp lies. you love him so wholly, but just the idea of him leaving you for another turns your soft, sweet loving to a muddled, twisted and disgusting mess of a love. and it isn’t until you see his back growing smaller in the distance as he leaves you that you realize it was never a person that he’d leave you for. oikawa could never fully cherish someone after all.
he leaves for argentina without a word, not a whisper or a promise to his dedicated lover. and it is in his wake you realize his heart never belonged to you, it was never you. as he leaves you without a glance or a sparing thought you finally see that his heart was never yours and that his only love was in his passion, his life, his sport that he tossed you aside for. it is in this putrid depths of jealousy, the ache of loss from your lover that you break to pieces, capsizing to the stormy waves of your own emotions. you drift day by day, and only now do you finally realize you never mattered to him. your memories of the promises of forever, the whispered sweet nothings turn bitter in your veins and as you recall his sugary sweet lies they turn sour as they drift off his lips. you are left an empty and hollow version of yourself, and as you become a stranger to your past as you learn to let yourself love again, you realize that you will never love another the same. never wholly, never fully, just different. no one will ever be him. yet, as you grow and learn to forget, he still remembers.
he remembers every victory with you beaming for him in the bleachers, every soft loving smile you once flushed together and shared, every hidden kiss tucked away, his memories of you held close to his heart. oikawa sustains himself off of every moment he can remember till he comes home again. the ghost of you just an echo waiting for him, supporting him, loving him in a way he knows no one else ever will, he still sees you after every victory, and the way your eyes light up as his eyes finally catch yours, glimpses of you in the faces of those he passes by. he plays as the king of the court should, his newfound family in his team always supporting him, his adoring fans always waiting for him. he wins as a king always should, as oikawa always should, he wins as he is supposed to, is expected to. oikawa was never meant to lose after all. but as oikawa relishes in his victories, a hard-earned sweat dripping down his face, the smile on his face is always hollow. the ghost he sees of you cheering for him in the bleachers finally fades. and it is then that he realizes his forever is gone.
━━━━━━━━━━𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔━━━━
❛ ONESHOT ❜
AOBA JOHSAI
IWAIZUMI HAJIME
⚘݄ [01.43]
FUKURODANI
⚘݄
INARIZAKI
⚘݄
ITACHIYAMA
⚘݄
KARASUNO
⚘݄
NEKOMA
KUROO TETSURO
⚘݄ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
SHIRATORIZAWA
⚘݄
❛ HEADCANNONS ❜
❛ SERIES ❜
Ranaway Rich Girl ┊ Kita Shinsuke
𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 a wealthy girl from all the way Tokyo ends up passing out in front of the Kita household, the house of Inarizaki male volleyball Captain. Kita Shinsuke.
↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ genre: romance, drama, comedy, josei.
notes. © property of kodzukenmaa 2024. all rights reserved. likes and reblogs are well appreciated
Working on a Oikawa fic,this is our MC,Mei<3
Name:Mei Alessa Hightone
Age:16[first year]
pronouns:she/her
sexuality:bisexual
Ethnicity:Wesian
Appearance:
Shoulderlength black hair
Symmetrical face with straight button nose which is pierced on the right side with a silver hoop
Light Freckles
Dark blue eyes
On the curvier side with an hourglass figure,having a bigger chest,hipdips and small tummy
5'3 and proud about it >:(
A more 2014 indie/grunge aesthetic[I'll link a Pinterest board abt her in the end!!]
About our precious Mei~~~
Her mum is Japanese and her Dad is British
Grew up in Bristol
Has a little brother who's turning 12
Is Iwaizumi's cousin from his mum's side since their mothers are sisters
Exceptional student and fluent in Japanese,English and Latin.
She loves music [I'll link her playlist in the end<3]
Had to move to Japan because of her Mum's job
Had her heart broken by a pretty blonde girl right before moving to Japan so she's closed off from romanticism,or so she thinks ;)
Spends way too much time watching anime and reading FanFiction about her favourite ships
Her favourite anime is Attack on Titan,girlie is crushing both on Mikasa and Levi
She's not super close with her cousin but plans to change that since she's starting highschool and will be going to Aoba Johsai
emotional bby
really good at make up and loves smudged eyeliner
Hates Nutella
Has a black cat named Salem!!
Kinda smokes but wants to quit://
Scorpio Sun,Cancer Rising,Aries Moon
HERE'S A PIC OF HER~~~
Pinterest board:
Spotify Playlist:
Reckless[Oikawa Tōru x Reader,minor(?) Sugawara Koushi x Reader]
female reader,she/her pronouns
Reader is the second year karasuno volleyball manager who's also happily dating Suga,though everything changes when she meets a pretty brunette boy with a charming smile.
WARNINGS:cheating,reader is lowkey a dick,cursing
Word count:1.8k<3
She met Sugawara-senpai under a cherry blossom tree one day in early April,she was immediately captivated by the adorable boy.She was aware of his participation in the school's volleyball team,and she herself was interested in the sport itself.That sport was kind of the reason they started a conversation in the first place,
Nishinoya-kun from her class was ill and she had been assigned to deliver him his homework but she didn't know where he lived.Fortunately she caught a glimpse of the silver-haired upperclassman a little before he entered the gym.
"Excuse me Sugawara-senpai."she bowed."I'm (l/n) and Nishinoya-kun is in my class,he must be ill so I've been assigned to give him his homework for today but I don't know where he lives."she looked in his kind eyes and smiled awkwardly.
"Ah yes Noya is coming down with fever,I was going to practice and then drop by his house to check on him so you can give me his homework and I'll pass it to him."he smiled back kindly and the girl let out a breath.
"That would be so kind of you,thank you."she passed the file with the papers in it to him and flushed a bit when she briefly touched his hand,unaware of course of the light pink tone his ears had turned to too.
She said goodbye and left the school.
Though the fever Nishinoya came down with was more serious than it seemed,resulting to (f/n) having to deliver his homework for the rest of the week,that itself never happened since her upperclassman insisted that she shouldn't have any contact with an ill person,taking the homework from her each time to deliver it himself after practice.
And that's how their friendship blossomed,from saying hi to the hallways,into small talk and eventually exchanging numbers.The girl became more interested in volleyball and Suga-senpai as she now called him,was ecstatic about it,wanting to teach her the basics he awkwardly asked her to join in the practice where most of his classmates teased him about her when she showed up,making her blush.Oddly enough she liked it a lot there,the atmosphere,the people,and Kiyoko-san suggested that she should become a manager since Kiyoko was a third year and would be leaving after this year.Everyone was keen with the idea and welcomed her with open arms.
Her romantic relationship with Suga-senpai started on the 28th of April when they were both the last ones remaining in the gym on cleaning duty.She was placing the last bar of the metal rods of the net with his help,without even realising that he moved Infront of her the moment the bar was in its' place.Her face locked between his soft hands,plump lips pressed onto hers.
It was now their first practice match with the infamous Aoba Johsai Highschool,now dating with Koushi for almost three weeks (f/n) was a little disappointed because her boyfriend wouldn't be playing.
She really hated seing her team fail miserably against the opponent,she also felt bad for Hinata's anxiety.It all skyrocketed when Hinata hit Kageyama's head when he tried serving.She tightly gripped her boyfriend's hand,his thumb caressing the top of her hand affectionately.
It seemed so after that failure Hinata collected himself and it was a shock for all when he hit that quick they'd been working on with the genius setter.
Surprisingly karasuno won the second set and the team gathered around for a quick talk before they moved onto the next and final set.
She though,had gone to fill her water bottle,while she was returning to the gym she bumbed into a hard surface just before she opened the door to the place.Looking up she was met with a chocolate gaze eating her whole figure up.
"Oh sorry,I didn't see you there."a smug voice said,the eyes still skimming over her.It was only fair if she did the same.
She liked his unruly curly hair,his big hazel eyes,his symmetrical face,his height,the seemingly toned body of his.
He wore a school uniform,but it was different,it looked like it was for volleyball practice.
"Aren't you a little bit late for the match?"she asked and he chuckled.
"Well I was just now in the nurse's office,she had to make sure I was in a good shape to play so I don't injure myself again."he replied and opened the door for her.
"Oh,okay I guess."she slipped in and quickly made her way to the bench.
"Hey you came just in time."her boyfriend smiled at her.The set started and karasuno was in match point pretty quickly.
The boy from the hallway suddenly appeared in the court as a pitch server,a smug smile on his lips once again.He scored two points for his team in no-time but karasuno won in the end.
Still it was surprising how precise the boy's serves were.
The boy appeared to be the captain,she saw Daichi-senpai talk with him and laugh along,when he returned,the captain of the "flightless-crows" told everyone that they had been invited to a house party as a team which was getting started in about two hours.
Most of the team cheered and everyone went back to the vehicle.She returned home,telling her parents that she'd be staying at a friend's for tonight.Being a Friday they allowed it.
The girl showered and blow-dried her hair,applying a little bit of make up.She wore a white tennis skirt and a black karasuno volleyball club jersey with a white collared undershirt underneath.Quickly pulling up her white sneakers,she spritzed a little bit of perfume and fled out of the door.
She met with everyone outside of the school's gym,her boyfriend complimenting her outfit and making her blush.
They all took the bus to the address Daichi-senpai had been sent over a text and after a ten minute walk from the stop,they found the house,already blasting with music and flashing lights.
Tsukishima was about to press the bell but the tall boy,captain of Aoba Johsai's volleyball club opened the door with a smile greeting them all in.The room was spacious,and held a lot of people,some dancing to the electro pop music,some conversing,and others well...you know.
She felt a tug on her right hand,turning to that direction she saw her boyfriend.
"Hey how about I go get us some drinks,I don't trust anyone else."he said and she nodded.
"Yeah but don't be gone for long,I don't see anyone I know."he nodded back and squeezed her hand in response.
She stood alone for a moment,until a presence loomed behind her,a hand turning her around.With a gasp she wad ready to smack whoever did it,but she quickly drew back when she realised it was the boy she bumbed into earlier in the day.
"Hey,where is your team?"he asked her
"I don't know."
"So you're alone?"
"No I'm actually waiting f-"
"Great,come with me I want to dance and Iwa-chan won't join me." who the heck was Iwa-chan?
"I don't even know your name."
"Oikawa,Tōru Oikawa,yours?"
"(l/n),(f/n) (l/n)."
"Cool let's go dance (f/n)-chan!"he said and grabbed her wrist dragging her into the place where sweaty bodies danced to the beat.She internally wheezed at his informality and closeness.
The hand around her wrist guided hers onto the boy's nape.She blushed,not being familiar with anything like this.She kind of felt bad for her boyfriend,but she immediately pushed the thoughts aside,she didn't have to feel anything remotely bad since she wasn't doing anything sinister with the brown-haired male.
"So you're from karasuno huh?"he asked while he put his hands on her waist and started rocking to the music.
"Yeah,I'm a manager for the volleyball club actually."
"Third year?"
"No, second,you?"
"Third."
"Oh,you're pretty good at volleyball by the way,are you going to continue professionally?"
"Thanks,yeah I think so.What do you want to do?"
"I'm interested in psychology and theology so something with these I guess."
"Interesting."
That was all they said as they looked into each other's eyes and danced.It was like that for a while,until a cough interrupted them.They both turned their heads,it was Suga,two cups in his hands.His face didn't show any emotion,the girl unlaced her hands from Tōru's neck and smiled at her boyfriend.
"Hey,took you long enough."she took the cup from his hand and now his free arm sneaked its' way to her waist pulling he close.
"Yeah sorry about that love,a lot of people were waiting to get a drink.Hey Oikawa-san,nice party by the way."their attention shifted to Tōru,his look was the one of surprise but he quickly masked it with smugness.
"Sugawara-chan,nice to see you having fun,thanks."with that he left the couple alone.
The night continued,(f/n) had fun with her boyfriend and classmates,at one point she felt a bit overwhelmed so she opted to go outside for a bit.Upon an arrival at the deck outside,Tōru turned around only to find her,looking back at him.
"We always bump into each other don't we?"he teased and she hummed,joining him to the couch there.
"It really is a nice party."she said and his face turned a little bitter."I'm having fun,are you though?You seem a bit,down."she continued.
"Ah yes,oh it's just that we lost thanks to my absence today but I am having fun don't worry."they stayed silent for a while until he spoke up.
"So are you dating Sugawara-chan?"he said out of the blue and her eyes widened.
"Uh yeah."
"Must be nice."
"I guess,I haven't had much relationship experience to be honest but he's nice."
"Is that what you call your boyfriend,nice?"she frowned.
"What should I call him?He's a good boyfriend."she said plainly.
"Do you like him?" he dared to move closer to her but she didn't notice,and if she did,she didn't comment on it.
"Obviously,I mean I have to in order to be with him don't I?"
"That doesn't sound very convincing,no offense to the guy but he doesn't seem at all spontaneous."
"Koushi isn't spontaneous,he's...good."
"But isn't good boring?"he pressed
"Not particularly,and why do you care?"she pressed back.
"Because from the moment I saw you I haven't been able to get my eyes off you,and I know you do too,I saw the way you shamelessly checked me out when we first met today."he was now facing her front,she could smell the faint scent of cologne and it was intoxicating.
"I,that's not true."she looked everywhere but him.
"Isn't it? The way we danced radiated tension darling,you can't deny that at least."his hand dared to grip her throat harshly,but not hurtfully.Her breath hitched,and she felt her face turning red.His mouth blew breaths onto her face,the scent of mint and a hint of alcohol evident.
It was too intoxicating,the party,the buzz,the alcohol she consumed,him.Without thinking she pressed her lips onto his,and he immediately returned her energy.It wasn't sweet,it was sensual,patches of flesh hungrily devouring each other.
The hand on her throat tightened,and an other went on her thigh,gripping hard,her right arm linked onto his hair.His tongue slipped In her mouth,asserting dominance at an instant.
They made out for a while but it finally downed upon her that she was in a relationship.She unhooked her hand from his hair and pushed him away.He looked taken aback.
"I shouldn't have done that sorry.You're right,I have to break up with him after this,he doesn't deserve it."he was studying her.She stood up,walked to the door and before she entered the noisy party again,she turned to him once more.
"I'll ask Daichi-senpai for your number when I do break up with Koushi,until then,farewell pretty boy."she closed the door.
He smiled stupidly.He truly was a menace to society.
first among equals /// Oikawa x f!Reader x Kageyama (18+)
Summary: Your boyfriend Oikawa generously decides to give your old ex a turn.
Request: THREESOME W KAGS AND Oikawa thatsallimgonnasay
A/N: Say no more 😌 If I may be so bold, this fic is a goddamn five course meal. Also, thanks for 4k followers!!! 💖
First among equals—primus inter pares; “an honorary title for someone who is formally equal to other members of their group but is accorded unofficial respect, traditionally owing to their seniority.”
Tags/warnings: threesome, mildly tipsy sex, very mild coercion, soft dom, praise kink, an itty bit of jealousy/possessiveness, uhhh cuckolding but your bf is also fucking you (does that still count?), all characters are adults, pretty fucking long oops
Oikawa Tōru is your first. Not first everything, but all the important things. He’s been your first serious relationship, your first real love, and yeah, your first first. As in, the man you lost your virginity to. So all in all, there’s never been anyone but him. It shouldn’t bother him that you had a few boyfriends before you guys got together, and for the most part, it doesn’t.
With one exception.
“So Tobio was your first kiss, right?”
Keep reading
family friends and jealousy
summary: when visiting your childhood home for the first time he can't help but notice the pictures on the walls. namely, the pictures of you with your childhood best friend. your male childhood best friend.
cw: fluff, jealousy, your childhood/best/family friend's name is elliot, just to be clear elliot is like a brother to you, oikawa being a dramatic jealous little shit, insecurity, post-timeskip oikawa
wc: 1k
note: this is a request for @ficsforgaza's fundraiser!!! thank you so @wizardhore much for your donation and sending in a request. you check out how to send one in here, or sponsor a wip here
haikyuu masterlist | blog navigation
While most people assume Oikawa Tooru to be an egotistical bastard, those who are close to him know better. Underneath that irritatingly cocky front was insecurity. Insecurity that he tried so hard to hide. He doubted his skills as a setter, as a professional volleyball player. He was self-conscious of his accent when he spoke Spanish, and wondered whether he was a good friend or not.
The only parts of himself that he was truly confident in were his good looks, and his abilities to charm ladies. He knew he was extremely attractive, and that his smooth tongue and quick wit could land him pretty much any woman he wanted. So in past relationships he hadn’t doubted his ability to be a good boyfriend for a second? Why would he? He knew he was a catch, and he knew that his partner knew it as well.
At least, that’s how it was until he met you. Until he met you and for the first time found himself thinking that you were out of his league. Which was crazy, because no one was out of his league! He was the Oikawa Tooru. But you, with your beauty and bright smile and overall goodness might just be a little too good for him.
When the two of you became friends, he found himself falling not just for your looks and perfection, but for all of your little flaws that made you you. And with every quirk he discovered, he found himself more and more in awe of the idea that you would want to spend time with him.
Then the two of you began dating, and he did everything he could to be worthy of your love and time. He told you he loved you at least three times a day, planned romantic dates, spent every one of his free seconds with you, cherished the time you spent together.
But despite all of this he found himself doubting his worth as a boyfriend. You deserved someone who could spend more time with you instead of always being at practice. You deserved to be able to tell everyone who you were dating without fear of rabid fangirls. You deserved someone who was more into your own interests, someone who could do your little hobbies with you.
All of these thoughts were constantly swirling around in his head, which is why he was currently staring at the pictures lining the halls in your childhood home. Namely, the pictures of you, and your very male, family friend. Which was strange, because when you mentioned your best friend you had told him that your mom and your friend's mom had been friends for 50+ years, but had failed to mention that Elliot was actually a guy, not a girl like he had assumed.
Your mom had asked you to help in the kitchen, ushering him out when he offered to help, telling him to relax and feel free to look around. Which led to his current fixation on the offensive pictures documenting the time in your life when another guy was at your side.
The pictures were in order from newest to oldest, ranging from when you were no more than a few weeks old, to the most recent one that appeared to have been taken mere months ago. Going down the line examining them, he nitpicked everything he could about the boy who was with you in all of them, making a mental list of all his flaws.
1. In one of the earlier pictures (you couldn’t have been more than three in it) the two of you were napping cuddled up in a pile of blankets. HOWEVER Elliot was hogging the blankets, which was something he would never do. He knew that you hated sleeping cold.
2. You looked to be about eight in this one, the two of you sitting on opposite sides of the room, clearly ignoring each other because of an argument. Hah, who did this guy think he was? If he did something to make you mad he should be groveling for your forgiveness, not ignoring you like an entitled brat.
3. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t find anything wrong with the following few, so you were teenagers in the next one. Elliot lay flopped on his back on a paddleboard, while you swam behind it, pushing it to shore as you cackled at something he said. How dare he. What type of guy made a girl push him to shore. No, he would never make you do that. In fact, he would be the one pushing you to shore, making sure you were relaxed and happy.
4. The two of you were watching a movie, curled up under a blanket and Elliot was hogging all the popcorn. Oikawa knew you loved popcorn, so if it had been him he would have let you eat all of it.
5. The two of you were at a barbeque, you perched on one of Elliot’s legs while you ate because he was manspreading, leaving no room for you on the tiny bench. Oikawa scoffed. If there was no room for both of you on the bench, he would have eaten sitting on the ground before forcing you to perch uncomfortably like that!!
His main takeaways from his research: Elliot was an immature, entitled asshole who didn’t know how to treat a girl right, and inferior to him in every way. Satisfied, he headed back into the kitchen to keep you company, prepared to beg your mother to let him stay because he missed you already.
Turning the corner, his earlier concerns about your best friend appeased, he trotted around the corner, freezing as the blood drained from his face when he heard your voice.
“Hey, mom, What time is Elliot coming over tonight?”
Okay, maybe he wasn’t as okay with it as he thought he was…
taglist: @arlerts-angel @ponderingmoonlight lmk if you would like to be added or removed from any of my taglists!!
how people introduce themselves is often indicative of what they find most important about themselves. so it's not surprising that oikawa tooru always introduced himself as a setter.
that is, until he started dating you.
suddenly when he was introducing himself, it was no longer a long winded speech about how he was the best setter in the world.
instead he simply introduced himself as your boyfriend, a huge smile on his face as he chattered about how amazing you were.
because being your boyfriend was the most important part of his identity until it wasn't. until you were gone.
now when people ask him about himself, he gives them his name, and his name only. not because there's nothing to say about himself, but because he no longer has anything important enough to say.
@crescentmoontsuki here you go! it's not super long and i'm sure it's not well written but it's a thought i had in my head for a few days lol
Seeing you in a wedding dress for the first time
Fandom: Haikyuu
Pairing: Oikawa x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff,Humor
Format: Scenario
Warnings: Tiny bit of NSFW,but nothing too accurate
Word count: 0.9K
A/n: dude i wrote this at 3 am and i was supposed to be sleeping/studying for my upcoming exam in the morning,but im just obsessed with this scenario
not proofread
here you go Oikawa stans! youre welcome ;)
Suna version
it was just a crazy idea.an idea that popped into your mind the minute you laid eyes on the gorgeous wedding dress in the showcase of the shop near your college.
"what would Tooru's reaction be when he sees me in this?" you thought to yourself while caressing the soft,fluffy material on its skirt.
so you rented the dress,just for one night-tonight.it didnt cost you a lot because the owner had seen you gasping and literally drooling while staring at the dress,more than once,which made her feel bad so she gave you a remarkable discount.
And now here you were,wearing red lipstick and eye make up on, your hair chignoned Elegantly which couldnt have been done without the help of your roommate,who was sitting in front of you on her bed, her eyes moving from her watch to your face every ten seconds.
"what time he said he'll get here?" "in a few minutes" you mumbled,while scrolling through your phone,wishing to come across something interesting. "well it has been half an hour since he told you that,and i cant see any sign of him here" "SO IMPATIENT! why do you even care anyway?" you giggled as you present her an innocent smile, already knowing the reason why she was acting like this;but you couldnt miss an opportunity to tease her,could you?
"EXCUSE ME? are you for real? dont tell me that you forgot about how you made me stay at my friend's house the other night you wore a dirty outfit!" "but its not a dirty outfit this time!" "yeah! its a wedding dress! thats even worse!" she whined dramatically,pouting as the memory of that night became lively in her mind.her friend's house was not nice-not at all like her good old dorm room,which she had to share with you,unfortunately.you weren't a bad roommate,you were just...just...
too carefree when it came to being with your boyfriend.
you two continued chatting-which was basically you listening to her nag about things that was bothering her,and you were definitely on top of her list-until you heard a slight knock on the door. "babe? you there?"
you smiled as you heard the familiar voice that belonged to your boyfriend,and got excited cause it was show time!
"your prince charming has finally arrived,idiot" your friend says while opening the door,facing the usual nice while mischevious look on Oikawa's face. "well,arent you a pea-" he was planning on teasing her a bit longer,but was speechless when his eyes met with yours.
"Awwww what happened?did the cat ate your tongue?" you gave him a cocky smile,gliding toward him as you gyrated to give him a better view.
"so,what do you think?" he remained silent,but the sparkle in his eyes did all the talking for him.there wasnt much left for him to say.
however,there were plenty of things he could do.
within a blink of an eye,he literaly threw you on the bed,came on top of you as he crashed his lips into yours,tasting them harshly like a starved man.youre friend could swear that she heard the bed crack at that moment,but there were more important things to care about.
"h-hey! do this shit when youre alone together!" it was clear that you both heard her words,but anyone could tell that none of em really mattered right now.Oikawa was head over heels in love with you already. you were one of the most important things in his life and he really wanted to spend his lifetime with you,but seeing you in that dress...
you looked like an angel.an angel he wanted all for himself so badly.
at first you just continued your little make out session to tease your friend for a bit,but now? you couldnt resist his touch.
not when he was this passionate.
his hands traveling through your body,caressing the delicate skin with his fingertips as he comtinued smooching.you could hear his heartbeat,racing like hell.why was he so impressed anyway? you didnt really see this coming,but he was obsessed with you.he wanted to wake up with the feeling of you clinging to the side of him.he wanted to go to sleep with you in his arms,placing small kisses on your sensitive neck while breathing the sweet scent of your shampoo that was left on your hair.he wanted to be the one who gets to comfort you when youre feeling down.he wanted to be the one who you share kids with.he loved you,so much more than you can even imagine.
you were both running out of breath,but were too stubborn to break the kiss.air was not that important anyway...
your hands gently found their way under his boxers as you felt his hardened lenghth rubbing againts your clothed cunt,peeking at the room with your right eye just to realise your friend was gone long ago,
and you were too all over each other to notice.
Bonus:
◆you did buy the dress in the end,cause your beloved Tooru ripped it apart
◆and you actually started thinking about starting a family with him,and he seemed to be on the same page as you but was looking for a great opportunity
◆he got the opportunity when he found you in your bed looking kinda sick,with a used baby check on the drawer a few days after "the incident" :D
Reblogs are super duper appreciated! ty for reading this and i hope you enjoyed it :)
Hello! im sending in a matchup request! only if you haven't reached the max limit already, if that's the case then please ignore!
But if not then I'd like a matchup for Haikyuu.
My name is Cupid im and infp, Taurus, my love language is physical touch, and I'm a pretty shy person. I don't normally talk about myself a lot unless someone brings up one of my favorite things. like fashion history, games like stardew valley, sanrio, and anything pink! oh and I'm always prepared to talk about my cat periwinkle and show pictures too! I spend a lot of my time reading and writing. mostly fanfiction at the moment but i write other things too! finally, i have a light pink aesthetic and love to wear skirts and cute shoes!
I hope this is enough! thank you for your time and congratulations on your milestone!!✨✨✨💖💖💖
-cupid💘
Fandom: Haikyuu
Format: Headcanons
Warnings: None
Word Count: 0.5K
A/n: tysm honey, and here you go.
I match you with...
Tooru Oikawa!
Ok he's a HUGE tease, so I think he would love the idea of having an s/o whose face turns red with the slightest flirty comment of his And he's such a FLIRT too, so Good luck baring with him tbh lol.
I headcanon that physical touch is also his love language, along side acts of service if he has time. He loves how you get flustered everytime he tends to touch you, and adores how you try to get close to him as well by becoming a blushing mess. He would hold your hand at any chance he gets, and would be super protective of you, especially when facing his fangirls.
"Ok ladies, I really appreciate your support; but as you can see, I'm hanging out with my beloved s/o now so it would mean a lot if you save your chatters for another time!"
BTW his fans have a love/hate feeling toward you. Like, half of them would adore how much you two match each other and might even make a fan club for you, and the rest of them would be jealous, waiting for an opportunity to take their envy out on you, but they would never succeed cuz Oiks would never let them.
You're friends with Iwaizumi too. I mean, he's your boyfriends childhood friend after all and is a gentleman. And he also smacks Oikawa in the head every time he tries to fluster you in public.
You're normally quiet and not too talkative, rather to speak with your actions- like how you would gently run around your fingers on his arm whenever he's standing next to you or press your head against his chest when he's hugging you- so he would do anything to make you come out of your shell and be a little bit more open about yourself and how you feel. He loves how you get all excited talking about stuff you like, losing track of time as you keep telling him random facts about fashion and how much you're dying to go to a fashion show or things like that. He loves it so much that he would make time for you on his incredibly bust schedule, listening to your nonstop rambling while adoring how pretty you look all exhilarated.
"Oh- did I tell you about that dress that was exhibited in 1986- babe? I'm sorry I was being too talkative I-" "Oh no not at all suger cube, please go on <3"
SPEAKING OF FASHION SHOWS
He would be more than willing to be your model, trying on spicy outfits as he checks himself out in the mirror while smirking and winking at you.
"Say y/n chan! How does it feel like to date with the most handsome man that has ever landed on earth?" "Um... tiring and troublesome? <3" "Wha- So mean, y/n! What has happened to my kind hearted bunny? You should stop hanging out with Iwa chan!"
I think that he also likes cats, so he would give head pats to it every time he come's at your door to walk you to school.
YES, he always walks you to school
Would store cute pinky stuff in his closet to gift them to you whenever your feeling down or something. It's not like he needs a reason for showering his darling in gifts, after all :D
I hope you like this and tysm for participating!
ɢ ᴏ ᴏ ᴇ ʏ
frat boy! oikawa tooru x iwaizumi's gf! reader
warnings: cheating (everyone's cheating in this frat house tonight), drugging (reader thought she was doing coke, actually percs), drug mentions: coke, weed, percs, non-con, gas-lighting, manipulation, iwai and oiks are shitty frat boys what can i say
wc: 1.9k
a/n: my piece for the intoxicated collab hosted by the whore house <3 you can check it out here! i have never written for this pretty rat bastard but I kinda like this version of oikawa that now lives in my brain. he's a shitty bastard but meh. this is very, very, very, v e r y loosely based on a real experience i had with percs ( i don't condone the use of percs !! ). also, do not mix drugs if you are doing them, especially percs with alcohol!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
you know you're fucked as the last of the pretty white line vanishes through the end of a cut-up straw and into your nose. that too pretty smile tooru's wearing almost looks sinister as the feeling of prickles dances across your brain and the feeling of slight numbness snakes up your appendages. it's cemented further when drowsiness sinks in.
worst of all, you know you've lost when tooru's featherlight touch across your bottom lip has you sucking his thumb like your boyfriend isn't somewhere else in the same house
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
leading up to the frat party, you were excited ! time spent with your roommate was always fun, your partner in crime for getting wasted silly before proceeding to call your boyfriends to be picked up and continue the fun from there.
their frat's parties are always choice, thematic some days and just a reason to drink and make poor choices others. your poison of choice always being egging hajime on throughout the night to be fucked dumb when he's pushed beyond his limit-- the perfect fun for you.
but there's always tooru.
it's been too many times to count where you think you've finally got hajime right where you need him and then tooru's there to effectively whisk hajime away-- always with a snide reminder that you're there with your roommate, his girlfriend so 'why don't you go find her, she'll get lonely!'
ironic, considering that if she and you were up to trouble together he'd badger you over being negligent of hajime.
regardless, you fully entitled to enjoy yourself tonight-- tooru be damned.
before you could fester longer on the leech that was tooru, your roommate poses a comment about the outfits planned for tonight. it's enough to steal away your attention, and you find yourselves trying and tossing off clothes interspersed with chatter and gossip of all manner. by the end of it, you look downright sinful-- dressed in a silky feeling black bodycon with lace trim.
the intention is to rile hajime up, get him irritated having to be watchful over you to keep his sleazy frat brothers away. except for tooru, he's always the exception. he couldn't let any of his other brothers be the exception? you'd take temperamental kyotani over tooru any day. it's only a minor bonus kyotani is nice to look at.
by the time your roommate is ushering you to the uber you're quite tipsy, still aware of yourself but relaxed enough to giggle along to the lame jokes your uber throws over his shoulder at you two. idly, you think he's kinda cute.
the party is in full swing by the time your uber pulls up, people idling out on the lawn in stark contrast to the blaring music coming from the house itself. hajime and tooru are waiting outside for the both of you as you exit the uber. giving the uber a sweet smile before closing the door.
you try to ignore the lingering look tooru fixates you with as you make your way to the boys.
" tooooruuuu~" your roommate all but throws herself into her boyfriend, giggly and happy to see him. he returns the embrace, peppering her cheery face in kisses before returning her greeting "hi princess, you look ravishing as usual."
you fight to keep the cringe of your face at the nickname, opting to ignore their sugary-sweet pda in favor of hajime. you link your arms behind his neck before blinking up at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his chin before grinning cheekily " hi bubs, missed you today". his own hands settle on your hips, rubbing softly at the material of your dress before smiling down at you. he mumbles his own greeting before pressing a kiss to your temple, beginning to drag you inside.
you don't miss the familiar stare of someone staring down your neck.
all too quickly, between games of cup pong, kings cup, and random shots; your separated from hajime and squished between hanamaki and matsukawa on a ratty couch in the garage with an odd group of people. you're vaguely aware of matsukawa's arm thrown over your shoulders.
you don't try to move it.
you're half engaged in the conversation going on, between being drunk and swimming in the heady smell of weed, you're just kinda sitting there zoning in and out. there's a sizable bong being passed around, and despite only having met them a handful of times prior, hanamaki and matsukawa seem to know better than to offer you a hit-- at least that's what you tell yourself. across from you, there's a blond girl cutting lines of coke on a handheld mirror, looking up briefly with a raised eyebrow in question. you've met her prior, you've literally done lines with her, but her name is escaping you.
you feel stupid.
you're about to nod along when matsukawa's arm is thrown off you, two hands coming down on your shoulders in a bruising grip. you wince when you meet tooru's chocolate eyes.
he looks kinda pissed.
"y/n ! I've been looking alllll over for you !" his voice is as princely as ever, but the sneer on his face and the barely there anger under his tone pisses you off. you decide to push him before he starts pushing you.
"where's 'princess' at? can't believe you left my poor roommate all alone in this house" you tsk and pout, shaking your head. tooru's face momentarily sours before he's looping around the couch and dragging you to your feet, pulling you to the door without a word. you glance back briefly at hanamaki and matsukawa, but they look just as put off as you.
weird.
you follow, not sure if it's curiosity or just being drunk for you simpered obedience. you're led past hajime's room where you hear noise-- notably hajime and someone else but you can't think too hard about it with tooru's tightening grip on your wrist. this would be nice if it were hajime pulling you along. you stop in front of a door at the very end of the hall.
it's tooru's room.
volleyball trophies and keepsakes line the shelves, along with other commemorative keepsakes. a picture of him and your roommate, him and hajime, a group picture of the four of you as well. you're about the prod for answers when he beats you to it.
"don't worry about my 'princess', she with hajime right now!" he sneers down at you, loving the confusion that crosses your pretty little face before continuing "i figured i'd come check in on you since hajime seems to be doing a shit job of it." you're only partially surprised by the drop from his usual cheerful speech and vocabulary, but to hear him come at hajime unabashedly is strange.
it's actually really fucking weird all things considered.
"what do you mean by that? why's he with her..." and not me? the sentence practically finishes itself and tooru's sneer grows as your mind begins to tumble over itself. " you know, maybe he just can't handle you anymore? he's always bitching to me about you" tooru sighs, hand raised to his chin thoughtfully. something in your chest aches at the thought, mind nowhere near sober enough to see past tooru winding you up.
"you know, I tried arguing with hajime about it on your behalf. sure you're needy as hell and a borderline nympho but you're soooo cute! if i wasn't dating my princess, I wouldn't hesitate to steal you away~" it comes out teasingly, but his words are downright awful. you're not needy...right? sure you like sex, but hajime never complained about it.
you kinda feel like shit.
turning on your heels, you make for the door before tooru latches onto your wrist again. that same bruising grip back again, you whirl on him ready to lay into him before he shakes an orange pill bottle in your face. eyes narrowed, you glare up at him. what the hell is he up too?
"to make it up to you for bumming your night and causing you to miss out saeko's cheap shit, why don't we have a little pick me up?" his sneer is gone now, simmered down to what could be a genuine smile. you weigh your options, dull red flashing lights go off in your mind but safety be damned-- you need a pick me up. "fine, fine. i'd rather get something from you than just anybody." tooru looks a little surprised at your admittance, but you plop yourself on his bed before you can stare up at his pretty face any longer. he turns his back to you in favor of his desk, clearing space and procuring his debit card and a dollar bill before popping the lid on the pills and grabbing one.
you don't watch him crush the pill, and that's your fatal mistake.
all too soon, zoned out staring around the room while lost in your pitiful thoughts, tooru calls you over. "you're a big girl, I'm sure you know how to snort it" his voice is teasing, but you fail to notice just how focused he looks staring down at you. you grab a cut straw, no longer than two inches, and line one end to your nose and the other to the white line.
it feels wrong.
you know you're fucked as the last of the pretty white line vanishes through the end of a cut-up straw and into your nose. that too pretty smile tooru's wearing almost looks sinister as the feeling of prickles dances across your brain and the feeling of slight numbness snakes up your appendages. it's cemented further when drowsiness sinks in.
worst of all, you know you've lost when tooru's featherlight touch across your bottom lip has you sucking his thumb like your boyfriend isn't somewhere else in the same house.
god this so wrong, but the way tooru ushers you backwards until the back of your knees meet his bed, and you fall on your back feels nice. everything feels nice, his thumb in your mouth, his comforter on your back. the way he's staring down at you, laser-focused on just you... it's very nice.
but incredibly wrong.
hajime is in a room nearby, the fact eats at you.
tooru withdraws his hand from your face, thumb briefly pressing along your plush lips before crawling over you. he buries his head in your neck, nibbling and sucking along the length of it like a starved dog. you whimper, it's wrong but why does it feel so good? a particularly nasty bite forces a moan from your mouth, mind spinning at the pleasure despite the numbness.
you're terrible for getting off on this, you're a terrible girlfriend. tooru, evidently, is a terrible boyfriend. he drugged you but who's gonna believe you? you did agree to do it, you didn't ask what it was. your thoughts are spiraling.
tooru's hand leaves a blazing trail up your thigh, sliding up underneath your little dress and squeezing your upper thigh. you don't like this. weakly, you grab onto tooru's wrist in an attempt to halt his movements. he shakes it off, kissing along your jaw before mumbling to what you assume is more-so to himself than you.
"knew i was gonna fuck you when you strolled up in this, hajime's really missing out tonight"
tears bubble to your eyes.
you really don't want this.
“hold still!” —
SYP — self care night w ur sweet bf!
GEN. — fluff, crack
WARN. — gn!reader, male characters
REQ. — “Hi! Can I mayb request a skincare or spa day for any blue lock characters? If you don’t except this req, that’s totally fine! Thanks anyway!!!”
NOTES. — omg xyae!!! you finally posted!! no need for the applause guys 🙄🙄 also, i know some characters like reo, childe, kaeya etc would already know about skincare but we’re gna ignore that kay 😛
“stop moving!”
“i can’t help it, you’re smothering my face with this — this cleanser stuff!”
you sigh in mock annoyance, reaching your clean fingers to adjust the frog headband sitting on his hairline.
“do you do this everyday?” he tilts his head, squinting his eyes when you continue rubbing the product on his cheeks.
you hum in agreement, “its a way of taking care of your skin. you know, getting it to clear up.”
“my skin’s just fine. i just wash it with soap and not this — ‘hydrating cleanser’ stuff,” he rolls his eyes, using his fingers to air quote.
“how the hell do you have such nice skin when you wash it with hand soap?” you deadpan.
“genetics? i don’t really know,” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your gentle touch.
you hum. “ok, go wash this off,” you trail off, turning your back and grabbing the masks and serums. “so we can start with these!” you beam.
his eyebrow twitches.
“what’s that for?” he cocks a brow, pointing at the small package on your lap. “you’ll see in a sec,” you smile, tearing it open.
walking over, you adjust his cute sanrio headband again before gently placing the face mask on his face. he shivers but before he could open his mouth to complain or make some sassy quip, you slap a lip mask on his face.
that was 30 minutes ago.
now you’re stuck on the floor with a sleepy man twice your size, quite literally squeezing the life out of you.
“babe, we were supposed to take the masks off like 10 minutes ago,” you sighed, patting his head. you hear him grumble, mumbling incoherently.
“i’ll do it then, stay still,” you smiled softly, reaching for your mask and then his masks. “tilt your head back a bit.” he complies and you reach for the serum bottles.
applying a small drop of serum on his forehead and cheeks, you take notice of how his eyebrows furrow slightly at the cold liquid.
“it’s a lil cold,” you chuckle, kissing his forehead before spreading the serum all over his face.
he hums sleepily, voice breaking softly as his eyes flutter close.
it’s quiet for a while, before..
SLAP!
“oww!” he yelps, eyes flying open as he sits up hastily. “why are you slapping me?” he manages to get out in between slaps. you hum, “it helps your skin to absorb the product better.”
he side eyes you.
you hear him groan. ignoring it, you continue with your skincare routine. “ugh!” he groans, way louder and more exaggerated. you feel your eyebrow twitch.
by the time you chose to stop ignoring his whining, he’d already kicked the blankets off the bed.
“what do you want? i already finished your skincare so just go to bed,” you sigh, reaching for your eye cream.
“yea but when are you gonna finish?” he asks softly. ‘i can’t sleep without you.’
you smile at him through the vanity mirror.
“baby, just one more thing alright?” the sleeping mask you reach for clatters on the table softly. “five more minutes. can you wait for me, hon?”
he hums tiredly, standing up and making his way behind you.
he kneels down, wrapping his arms gently but securely around your waist and rests his head on your back. “hurry up, w’na hold you so bad.”
your heart flutters and your movements stutter. you gulp, patting the product into your pink cheeks.
you both slept horribly that night since he fell asleep holding you and you couldn’t drag his heavy ass to bed.
— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, xiao, venti, ITTO (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, OIKAWA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, ISOGAI () YOUR FAVES
@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
“hold still!” —
SYP — self care night w ur sweet bf!
GEN. — fluff, crack
WARN. — gn!reader, male characters
REQ. — “Hi! Can I mayb request a skincare or spa day for any blue lock characters? If you don’t except this req, that’s totally fine! Thanks anyway!!!”
NOTES. — omg xyae!!! you finally posted!! no need for the applause guys 🙄🙄 also, i know some characters like reo, childe, kaeya etc would already know about skincare but we’re gna ignore that kay 😛
“stop moving!”
“i can’t help it, you’re smothering my face with this — this cleanser stuff!”
you sigh in mock annoyance, reaching your clean fingers to adjust the frog headband sitting on his hairline.
“do you do this everyday?” he tilts his head, squinting his eyes when you continue rubbing the product on his cheeks.
you hum in agreement, “its a way of taking care of your skin. you know, getting it to clear up.”
“my skin’s just fine. i just wash it with soap and not this.. ‘hydrating cleanser’ stuff,” he rolls his eyes, using his fingers to air quote.
“how the hell do you have such nice skin when you wash it with hand soap,” you deadpan.
“genetics? i don’t really know,” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your gentle touch.
you hum. “ok, go wash this off,” you trail off, turning your back and grabbing the masks and serums. “so we can start with these!” you beam.
his eyebrow twitches.
“what’s that for?” he cocks a brow, pointing at the small package on your lap. “you’ll see in a sec,” you smile, tearing it open.
walking over, you adjust his cute sanrio headband again before gently placing the face mask on his face. he shivers but before he could open his mouth to complain or make some sassy quip, you slap a lip mask on his face.
that was 30 minutes ago.
now, you’re stuck on the floor with a sleepy man twice your size, quite literally squeezing the life out of you.
“babe, we were supposed to take the masks off like 10 minutes ago,” you sighed, patting his head. you hear him grumble, mumbling incoherently.
“i’ll do it then, stay still,” you smiled softly, reaching for your mask and then his masks. “tilt your head back a bit.” he complies and you reach for the serum bottles.
applying a small drop of serum on his forehead and cheeks, you take notice of how his eyebrows furrow slightly at the cold liquid.
“it’s a lil cold,” you chuckle, kissing his forehead before spreading the serum all over his face.
he hums sleepily, voice breaking softly as his eyes flutter close.
it’s quiet for a while before..
SLAP!
“oww!” he yelps, eyes flying open as he sits up hastily. why are you slapping me?” he manages to get out in between slaps. you hum, “it helps your skin to absorb the product better.”
he side eyes you.
you hear him groan. ignoring it, you continue with your skincare routine. “ugh!” he groans, way louder and more exaggerated. you feel your eyebrow twitch.
by the time you chose to stop ignoring his whining, he’d already kicked the blankets off the bed.
“what do you want? i already finished your skincare so just go to bed,” you sigh, reaching for your eye cream.
“yea but when are you gonna finish?” he asks softly. ‘i can’t sleep without you.’
you smile at him through the vanity mirror.
“baby, just one more thing alright?” the sleeping mask you reach for clatters on the table softly. “five more minutes. can you wait for me, hon?”
he hums tiredly, standing up and making his way behind you.
he kneels down, wrapping his arms gently but securely around your waist and rests his head on your back. “hurry up, w’na hold you so bad.”
your heart flutters and your movements stutter. you gulp, patting the product into your pink cheeks.
you both slept horrible that night since he fell asleep holding you and you couldn’t drag his heavy ass to bed.
— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, xiao, venti, ITTO (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, ISOGAI () YOUR FAVES
@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
how sweet ! —
SYP — silly shenanigans 😸
GEN. — fluff, crack
WARN. — f!reader, not proofread or edited.
REQ. — “hi pretty!! can i request a drabble with nagi, camilo and other characters playing roblox together? it can be any game just roblox in general! love you <33”
NOTES. — omg!! xyae being active???!!! also cha eunwoo the man that u are😕 i literally dont write for encanto anymore but 🤡
“babe.”
you freeze for a moment and gulp before slowly moving your arm to peel back the duvet from your body. you hear shuffles before a hand grips your arm firmly but gently.
“just where do you think you’re going, hm?” he huffs, voice raspy and deep before his arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to his side.
you curse under your breath and give in, deciding that this is the only logical decision compared to the ones you’ve made in the past. you’ve learnt from past mistakes.
you see, your boyfriend would rather let the world burn under his touch than have you slip from his arms before he awakens from his slumber, especially in the morning. (he’s more prone to grouchiness and a bad mood throughout the day without his morning cuddles but he argues that it’s just too early to wake up.)
“i was just getting up to get some water. i was g’na come right back, honest!” you nod your head and muster your best convincing smile as he watches you lie straight through your teeth.
he looks at you, unamused eyes drooping after every second.
“could you lie a little bit better? theres a full glass of water near your nightstand,” he yawns, lying down on your chest and using you as a pillow. you curse softly again and he chuckles quietly, his shoulders shaking.
he nuzzles into you and tightens his grip on you. “you’re not going anywhere, stop trying.”
you sigh. you’re definitely aware with the amount of times you’ve attempted to escape the warm confines of his bed and arms. it’s always resulted in you getting dragged back and plopped on the bed.
still, it’s charming and flattering how willing he is to spend time with you by his side in the mornings, despite it ruining your motivation to be more productive in the early hours of the day.
“15 minutes and we have to get up,” you hum, playing with his hair.
“noo,” he whines. “at least an hour..”
you sputter a little, “an hour? we have to eat something soon.”
he huffs, leaning into your fingers as they gently card through his hair. “just order off of doordash or somethin’,” he trails off, dropping all his weight on you before falling back asleep.
you can feel your eye twitch.
“OH MY GOD, NO!” you scream, leaning back on your chair and almost falling over. you toss your phone on the loveseat nearby and scramble to hug your legs together.
he lets out a few chuckles before full on laughing. “it’s not even scary, why are you screaming?” he puts his phone down, looking at you with a boyish grin.
“no! im not touching that game,” you sulk, still trembling from the (not-so) terrifying jumpscare you were a victim to.
“baby,” he purses his lips together to suppress his laughter. “its a block game! you can’t be seriously scared of it, right?”
you look at him in disbelief and scoff, “beat the game yourself then!”
he shrugs, flashing you a smug smirk. “let’s make a deal. if i don’t flinch throughout every level of this game, you have to pay for the takeout.” (you both know its a lie, this man will die before he lets you use your money to pay.)
you huff, “sure. but if you do, i get to pick the movie.”
“deal, i’m not ‘bouta watch ‘Tinkerbell and the pirate fairy’ again,” he shudders, picking his phone back up and progressing through the level.
“its a good movie!” you argue.
“mhm, sure. but when i win, we’re rewatching gossip g-AH!” he lets out a girlish scream, scrambling off of the couch and dropping his phone without hesitation.
your shoulders shake from the cackle you let out before the uncontrollable giggles follow after.
you wipe tears gathering on your lashline, “wow, real brave, babe.”
he crosses his arms, face turning red as he juts his bottom lip out a little. “whatever, it just caught me offguard!” he tries to justify, looking away from your smiling face.
“it’s okay, baby. its totally normal to scream even louder than your girlfriend when you play a horror game on a block g-”
“SO TINKERBELL RIGHT?” he suggests loudly, trying to change the subject.
you giggle and he groans. (yea, you’re definitely not letting this go.)
@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
#1
— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, ITTO, diluc, wriothesely, alhaitham (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KUROO (KNY) tengen, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, gakushu (jjk) GOJO, geto, megumi () YOUR FAVES
#2
— (bllk) REO, isagi, bachira (genshin) CHILDE, ITTO, KAVEH (star rail) sampo (KNY) TENGEN (jjk) GOJO, yuji (ENCANTO) CAMILO () YOUR FAVES
normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.
so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?
you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?
“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.
or rather, what was nestled in it.
he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”
you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.
“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.
oh. so that’s what this was about?
you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”
he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”
you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).
“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”
he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.
“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”
you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”
he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.
“you’re a clown.”
“wh- hey!”
“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”
“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”
you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”
his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.
“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.
(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)
— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo
i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹
@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
holiday shopping
feat. Oikawa
note: part of my wintertime confessions event!!
“Uncle Tooru, we’re supposed to be shopping for my mom’s Christmas present.” Takeru whines.
“And we will! But please keep your voice down! Now do you see that person standing over there? By the scarves,” Oikawa keeps his voice low, making sure only his nephew could hear.
Keep reading
Men whose personalities flip when they have a crush on you
Suna, Atsumu, Oikawa, Suga, Yaku, Daichi, Futakuchi, Tendou, Kita x gn reader
God himself couldn't stop Suna from flirting with you. You'd think he has a secret twin; honey eyes dull and uninterested until you walk in. He's got a sly smirk on his face as he leans in to talk to you, the first conversation he's engaged in for the day. Calloused fingers poke your cheeks and tease their softness. You and you alone can make him seem this alive.
Atsumu could not be more quiet in your presence. His abdomen is starting to cramp up from how he's been sucking it in for the last two hours, not daring to breathe too loudly in front of you. He's clumsy and dazed, making you repeat yourself a handful of times before his ears regain their function to listen instead of just staring at you. A far cry from the perfect player he is on court.
Oikawa is insufferable. Whether it’s to the people around you both, or you directly, he’s flaunting everything he’s got. He has the pointless delusion that his friends will play wingman for him instead of sabotaging. He’s not a tyrant captain but seeing Mattsun purposely distract you as he sets up for a floater makes him think Seijoh can go for a few laps after practice. Nicknames and small affections galore. Sure, he smiles and waves at all his fans but does he hold their hand and give them long hugs even if they’re just excusing themselves to the restroom? Also he leans on you a TON. Has no spine when you’re around, just always draping himself over you and whining for your attention.
Sugawara gets a little mean. He can't help it! He knows he's the poster boy of being a kind senpai, but one glance at your sweet face has his inner desires tumbling out. He's fairly good at controlling himself but you are his one exception. He'll make sharp quips in the sweetest voice possible just to see you get whiplash over it. He knows he should stop, that there's a chance he might drive you away with his behavior, but he's addicted to teasing you in the worst way.
Demon senpai Yaku? Did you mean angel boyfie-to-be Mori 😇😊🥰 Man is the simp of simps and everyone knows it. Nekoma is disgusted with the way his forehead vein disappears and he immediately stops yelling once when you walk in. Yaku spoils you rotten even if there is no label on you two; he's holding your hand to kiss the back of it, walking you to class, buying you dinner all the time, and complimenting you non stop. He's a perfect gentleman. That's not to say he won't tease you (relentlessly at that,) but that comes later. First, he needs you to know that you're the apple of his eye and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you.
Daichi would forget his head if it weren't attached to his body. You're just so pretty and wonderful, it makes him nervous! The type to drop his food all over himself if he's eating around you. He's knocking things over and tripping over his feet in your presence. Daichi is adorably clumsy but he always gives you a bashful grin, blush staining his cheeks and ears.
Futakuchi teases you so badly, you'll think that you're the one with the crush instead of him. This man won't let you live. You're not even dating but he already has an entire folder of blackmail on you- when you fell asleep in class, you tripping up the stairs, dropping a whole bag of chips on your white pants. He brings up your embarrassing moments so often. I wonder how much attention he must have been paying to you to catch them all 🧐
Tendou is selectively awful to you. The definition of ‘gives you his worst to see if you deserve his best.’ He’s so tired of people abandoning him when they realize who he is as a person. He’s almost expecting to scare you off, so he goes overboard as some assurance that ‘yeah, you’re not the one.’ Color him surprised if you do stick around and dare he say….treat him normally. If you get to that point, he’s gonna be clinging on you like there's no tomorrow. He might even seem like he’s leading you on a bit with all his hot and cold teasing, but trust me, there are definite feelings behind it.
Nobody expected Kita to be offering you his shoulder for a nap, but here we are. He cares about you deeply. Deep enough that when he sees you yawning, he folds his cardigan in his lap as an extra pillow while he gently guides you to his legs for a quick rest. He keeps his warm hand on your shoulder the entire time and gently rubs it, even long after you drift off. His highly valued personal space is now your highly valued personal space. He has the sweetest smile and a warm blush on his face whenever he talks to you. The team can’t even make fun of him because it’s so adorable.
.masterlist.
₊˚⊹｡ 20/20 | oikawa tooru
wc: 931 summary: oikawa finally gets around to doing lasik. warnings: mentions of lasik eye procedure, lots of cheesiness, too sweet!! there are ants!!, vague mentions of ldr in case that’s triggering for anyone! could be read as gn! a/n: super belated birthday post for our july 20 birthday boy! i hc that oikawa’s eyesight is bad and gets worse as he gets older -> why he needs to get lasik done!! i love him!! he’s a big baby!! also inspired by one of the prompts from @/nightprompts's list of prompts here.
Oikawa finally gets his Lasik procedure done during one of his off seasons.
Thank god, because you honestly think it’s been a long time coming. His eyesight from high school has only gotten progressively worse since going pro—contacts drying his eyes out the longer and more intensely he plays.
There’s a sigh, then, “Wooow,” Oikawa squints, scrunching his nose to form (those cute) little creases near the corners of his eyes. You look at him, concerned, worried that the light is too much for him post-op. “I really can’t see, baby.”
You’re about to reach for the cap tucked in your bag before he stops you by the wrist, continuing, “You’re blinding me with your pretty.” There’s that (damned) smirk on his face when he says it too—like he’s been preparing for this moment since he finally agreed to getting Lasik.
Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if this was the exact reason he finally did decide on pushing through with the procedure.
You remove his fingers from your wrist and hold his hand gently, rolling your eyes as you lead him down the steps of the eye clinic. The corners of your lips curve up, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. You should be immune to him by now, but your body seems to have a reflex that reacts every time Oikawa tries to make you blush.
He raises a hand to shade his eyes, blinking a few times before fully opening them slowly. And what a sight it is: you, looking up at him from the last step of the stairs, trying hard to hide the smile he knows he’s responsible for.
“Baby, stop smiling so brightly. I still have light sensitivity.”
You laugh, the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. He hops down the last step and lands right beside you.
“How long have you been waiting to use those?” you tug at his hand for him to lean down little, placing the cap you’d fished out from your bag on top of his messy brown hair.
“As if you don’t like it, meanie.” Oikawa pouts, and his lips jut out ever so slightly to expose light pink.
You smile even wider, shaking your head as you readjust his cap to settle amidst wavy hair. Your fingers trail down to play with the tips of his ears as they coax him lower for you to land a small peck at the tip of his nose.
“M’sorry. I like it, Tooru, but I think we should set another doctor’s appointment.” your eyes meet his as you hold back a giggle. He raises his eyebrow, questioning. “I think you might have caught a serious bug–” you pause for emphasis, “–the love bug.”
There’s a look of disbelief on his face, brown eyes wide and mouth agape. You burst out laughing.
“You’re even worse than me! And you call me cheesy?!”
You loop your arm around Oikawa’s as you walk to the car, still laughing as he continues to mumble about how you’re seriously starting to take after him. The walk to the car isn’t too far from the clinic entrance, but it takes you a bit longer considering you’re essentially guiding a 6’ 1” pro-athlete densely packed with muscle straight out of his Lasik procedure.
When you first heard the real reason why Oikawa evaded the procedure for so long, you thought he was joking.
You thought he’d held it off because he was busy, or that he was afraid of the entire thing (if ‘lasik eye surgery procedure video’ in his search history was anything to go by), but nope. Oikawa’s biggest concern was that he wouldn’t be able to clearly see you. For a day, or maybe two—at least until the aftereffects of light sensitivity disappear. He’d shared it to you so shyly, as if he hasn’t already bared to you the contents of his heart (full of volleyball, and friends, but most especially you).
And it’s cheesy (which isn’t far off from his usual sweet-talking), but it’s true.
One of the things Oikawa hates the most is missing moments of you—the in-betweens of breakfasts and skincare by the bathroom sink, those long tangents you go on about a dog you’d seen on the street in the middle of recounting your day. Since getting more free time in his career, Oikawa’s always chosen to spend those few extra hours on you.
It’s hard enough as is, spending half the year communicating through phone screens. To compromise that because he’d be ‘sensitive to light’ or something was enough of a dealbreaker already.
So here you were, tending to your big baby of a boyfriend who lives half the world away. You really wanted your trip to be a surprise—after all, lining up your holiday with his off season has only happened one other time despite your many years together.
But if this was the only way to convince your pro-loverboy that he didn’t have to worry about not being able to see you, because you’d be around him anyway, then so be it. Anything for him.
.
Once Oikawa settles in the car, he’s knocked out, sleeping by the passenger seat as you drive yourselves back to the apartment.
The next few days find you guiding Oikawa around like a baby learning how to walk. He’s constantly stumbling, picking up things he’s not supposed to, and ‘accidentally’ bumping into you any chance he gets. You know he’s exaggerating, but he wouldn’t be your Tooru if he wasn’t, and you love that about him. Fully. Wholly.
You wouldn’t have him any other way.
⟢ tweets about you ! hq
synopsis: just lovesick boys 🤭
ft. atsumu tanaka noya suna oikawa sugawara kuroo kenma bokuto hinata
CALLING THEM "DUDE"
gn!reader | oikawa, akaashi, suna, atsumu, aone
OIKAWA, predictably, lets his jaw drop and acts as if you’ve broken up with him. he teeters between draping his entire body over yours and whining, or crossing his arms and huffing while turning away. calling you dude feels foreign on his tongue, an insult to you, in tooru’s mind. but he’s nothing if not a little petty, and will call you it until you apologize.
“thanks, dude.”
tooru freezes, plate of cut up fruit in his right hand that mere moments ago, he pictured he’d be feeding you. but now—“dude?”
off the court, he’s nothing but predictable. you bait him with a smile. “yeah?”
“no! what- you called me dude! me?!” tooru holds his free hand to his chest.
“tooru—”
“oh, now i’m tooru? sorry, only the love of my life can call me that and be fed fruit from my personalized platter, bro i don’t know.”
AKAASHI cares a little—it feels kind of awkward and he finds himself overthinking the term. but once he’s comfortable, he can tell if it’s just something you say or if you’re messing with him, in which case he’ll have a knowing smile as he refers to you as his friend. but if he’s tired, he’ll drag out the bit just long enough to make you regret it.
“you okay, dude?” you ask as he finally comes out from the washroom, ready for bed.
keiji doesn’t respond, the pout on his face and his slow steps speaking for themselves. he climbs into bed, curling into your side and draping an arm over you.
his breath is warm against your collarbone. “no, dude. i think we need to stop capitalism. can i have a hug now?”
wrapping yourself around him, you place a kiss on his head, hair more ruffled than usual. “i’ll collapse capitalism for you.”
“you’re the best, dude. love you, dude.”
“keiji, please.”
SUNA doesn't really care. the times rintarou 'takes offense' are for a bit, and he sounds amused the entire time. if you don't care either, he'll call you “dude” himself and means nothing negative about it. this isn't to say he won't call you "baby" or "babe" or even "hon," but he—in his words—considers a large nickname vocabulary to be diverse and for the better.
"what the fuck are you talking about, dude?" you laugh.
rintarou rolls onto his back to look at you as you rest against the bed's headboard.
he squints at you and frowns—the look of disbelief on his face isn't at the term, but your reaction. "you're supposed to get me like no one else as the love of my life."
you raise an eyebrow. "maybe you should try making more sense?"
"i'm gonna 'dude-zone' you until you take that back."
"rin—"
"what, dude?"
ATSUMU instinctively responds as if you were osamu, not used to hearing the word in your voice. as soon as it clicks, he's as offended as you'd expect him to be. it becomes nonsensical bickering as soon as you act offended, until you're both laughing and ‘apologizing’ to each other.
“dude, where is my towel?”
“huh? i dunno, why would i touch your nasty ass towel?” he asks, eyes honed in on the game on his monitor.
you blink, and a moment passes before atsumu pauses and whips around. “wait, ‘dude’?”
his expression mirrors yours as laughter builds in your stomach. “what the hell did you just say to me?”
“y’just called me dude!”
“my nasty ass towel?”
atsumu’s own words finally hit him and he stutters, “babe- wait- i thought you were ’samu—”
“samu?!”
“wait—”
AONE’s gotten so used to you calling his first name, or using terms of endearment that he thinks he’s done something wrong. his anxiety doesn’t last long, not when you take a look at his hesitant expression and posture while he works up the courage to ask about it. he wishes it didn’t bother him so much, but he admits that he’d like having a special name, or just his first instead.
“hey, dude, can you pass me my charger?”
“...huh?”
“my charger? it’s next to the couch by your feet,” you explain.
takanobu’s brows furrow as he quietly picks it up and hands it to you. he wonders if he’s imagining things when you shoot him your regular smile and thank him.
a few minutes go by, and it’s nowhere near unusual for the both of you to sit quietly together, but he hasn’t sat comfortably since you asked for your charger. moving closer, you apologize and hold onto his arm. “’m kidding, ’nobu, just wanted to see your reaction.”
his body relaxes as the both of you lean into each other, and he smiles, albeit a little embarrassed. “that’s good to know.”
“...i like your nicknames for me more.”
my new tag list form if you'd like to be tagged! ^^ sorry old tag list. love u.
@dira333 i know u like aone.. i don't write for him a lot but He is here. thought of u. and @reverie-starlight u r of course my local tsumu fan. YAAAY!!!