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knmaskitten · 7 months ago
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Love me back âŠč ♡
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Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/ afab!reader.
Summary: inspired by love me back by fromis_9. You moved to your new house thanks to college, and one day, as you were preparing to deliver a gift to your neighbour, you encountered said person, Kageyama Tobio. After that, you keep longing to bump into him and slowly get him to correspond to your feelings. But when that does not happen, you plan a scheme with your best friend as the ultimate test to see if Tobio likes you or not.
warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. No use of y/n. Neighbours to lovers. Kageyama really is bad at expressing love. Reader is head over heels. A little bit of physical descriptions but nothing specific like hair color, length, etc. You use Oikawa Tooru to make Kageyama jealous. Oikawa is your best friend.
notes: I wanted to write this since so long ago, Kageyama is one of my favorite boys. As always, this was not proof read so I apologize for any bad grammar. Not necessary but english is my second language so have that in mind while reading. As always my AO3 is here (I post there first).
wc: 2,500
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It was so utterly frustrating having to look at him all day long, knowing how your heart wanted to escape your ribcage every time you exchanged glances with his dark ocean eyes. You longed to see him every day, whether the sun was at its highest or lowest. You wanted to see him. For him to notice you and to exchange more than just “Hi” or “How are you?”. You’re sure you would have a stroke if he ever said something related to your outfits, which you carefully picked whenever you were going to “accidentally” bump into him.
Being neighbours with Kageyama was going to be the death of you. Your anxiety went through the roof when you thought about him, which was no bueno. Your cortisol levels were so high that your therapist advised you to finally blurt out a confession to him so you could be let out of this misery. But no, you were not that kind of girl anymore. All your life, you were the one who always had to confess to everybody, and you hated not being the one being confessed to. This had a huge impact on your self-esteem and made you doubt if you were loveable enough to be even considered a lover.
You were a nice lover, you thought. It isn’t like you haven’t dated anyone before this crush. Your first boyfriend, Marco, was a nice guyℱ and you two had a very nice relationship. The thing is, your first relationship was just nice—not passionate, not vehement, not ardent, not fervent—nothing. Just nice. And it was rare to feel what you felt towards Kageyama; you were sure it wasn’t just infatuation; you could already feel what it really was and what it really meant. 
You were Kageyama’s right-side neighbour. You moved by yourself, next to where he lived, a few years ago because of college. You met him on your second day in your new home. He was returning from practise; he looked sweaty and tired. He had a jacket that said “Japan” on it, a volleyball ball on his right hand, and his sports bag on his shoulder. His hair was dark and messy, giving him a certain kind of freshness. You were casually walking towards his house, a friendly gift on your hands, hoping to form good bonds with your neighbours.
He observed you carefully and analyzed you, as if he were searching for something else behind your clear intentions. He did not smile at you, but he did stop walking to face you fully, silently questioning you. So you nervously replied:
“I’m
I’m your new neighbour!” You tried not to yell, but your words came out a lot louder than you intended to. This made you feel wobbly, with the tray in your hands threatening to fall to the ground. “I made some strawberry shortcake for you.” You pointed with your head towards the tray; it was a cute, soft pink platter with a ribbon design. It was trembling slightly thanks to your jitters.
“Thank you.” He bowed towards you, his hair moving with its movements. You paid attention to how his muscles flexed and then relaxed, creating wrinkles in his jacket and sports shorts. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”
“That’s not necessary; this was just a small gesture. You dont have to give me anything, really.” You blurted your verbiage out without thinking. What was going on? You usually weren’t this awkward with people. You had confidence, which you slowly but surely cultivated through the years, and it was really hard for your ego to accept that a mere boy could have this impact on you.
He was a handsome boy with knowing eyes; his eyes were hungry to analyze the world around him, and the profound, dark blue ocean that his eyes were had you wanting to explore every nook and cranny in them. He was taller than you—almost 20 centimeters taller, giving him a certain kind of power over you. He had a toned and muscular figure, which coincided with the fact that he was a volleyball player, which you admired. You guessed he played in the Japanese volleyball league, making him a professional at what he did. And that was so interesting.
It just occurred to you that he perfectly could have rejected your dessert, given the fact that he needs to eat well and your shortcake was considered junk food. This fact struck your heart like lightning, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to pass him the tray. It seems you were in awe for too long because he gave you a frown.
“Right, sorry, here you go.” 
"Later.” He said while walking towards his house, leaving you perplexed.
That was the first time you two had any interaction. You took every opportunity you had to talk to him: sometimes you needed sugar, other times you needed a kitchen supply he had, and one time you needed help grabbing something from the top of your kitchen cabinets that you couldn’t reach. Other times you nonchalantly waited outside your home, seemingly sweeping your entrance, while you knew he would return from practise around this hour.
One particular time, he looked strangely dazed and out of tune, which you knew (by observing him so much) was weird. You had your broom on your hand, and the leaves in the cement were in a little pile right to your feet. You kept looking at him without a care in the world, scrutinizing him. This did not go unnoticed by him.
“Do I have something in my face?” He straightforwardly said, making eye contact with you. His back was ever so slightly arched and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His blue eyes were lit up with annoyance.
“Kageyama-kun, are you alright? You look out of it.” Worry seeped out of your words, a tender breeze brushing your hair.
“N—no! I mean, yes! I’m fine” He replied a little bit flustered, like he didn’t expect you to read him so well.
You left your broom on the side of your fence and you started walking towards him until you faced him. Face to face, he had to arch his back a little bit more to look at your eyes, which were full of a weird determination.
“Kageyama-kun I know I’m not your friend, but I can help you if you desire; I’m right next to you, and I swear I will do my best.” You stated that you were dead set on helping him out; even if he rejected your offer, you wanted to let him know you were worried about him. The sun shone on the right side of his face, highlighting his skin in a dance of light and shadows. This made time slow down around you, leaving just the two of you in this odd bubble you created.
“I
” He pouted, averting his gaze from yours as he frowned. “I just had a bad practise, that’s all.” He reluctantly said it in a mumble.
With all the will and courage you could possibly muster up, you walked even closer to him and gave him a big, tight hug, mumbling in a low and serene tone, “You’re still an amazing player.”
He trembled and then squished out of your hug, flustered. “I know!” he yelled, pointing to you with his index finger. ”I won’t lose!”
Kageyama was never socially good, and he was even less good with friends. So he did what he knew best: yell and challenge. You stood still, thinking you fucked up, your feelings bubbling in the pit of your stomach as anxiety started to gain a strong presence in you.
“S—sorry.” You muttered before walking rapidly towards your home, obviously not before taking your broom with you. You stopped on your heels, turned towards him and gave him a bow “Excuse me!” You yelled, leaving him there.
And after that, you both exchanged conversations that tacitly had something behind them. You sometimes thought Kageyama hated you and other times that he merely had to stand your presence, but once you thought he saw you as something else. You wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, to long for your presence like you did his, to analyze your figure and eyes like you did his. To invite you on a damn date! If he didn’t hurry, you were going to finally accept the advances of a guy at your college.
In the battle of egos, you were not going to lose; you had a strong resolve, and that was: Kageyama had to confess to you. And it is not like you didn’t do anything to achieve this; you kept giving him gifts and kept advising him when he looked troubled. You secretly loved when he gave you attention, even if it was just crumbs. You had the opportunity to know a little bit more about him in every exchange you guys had, craving every chance you had of getting his attention. The feeling of his eyes on you, looking at only you with a certain kind of intent.
This went on for about six months—six long months of crumbs. And you were so not having it that you managed to get Kageyama’s phone number and his socials (you always waited for him to text or call you, but he never did, so you reluctantly had to be the one to initiate the conversation), but even then, you were not certain as to what he felt for you. Did he love you as well? Did he hate you? You were so nervous, uncertainty filling your body to the brim.
So, you decided to do a scheme with your best friend, Oikawa Tooru. This was evil in many ways, as you knew the rivalry Tobio had with your best friend. You met Tooru on a trip to your aunt’s house in Miyagi, and after a weirdly funny encounter, you two hit it off as best friends. You rarely met, but this was no excuse for how close you two grew together. It really was a coincidence that the “stupid setter from Karasuno” that Oikawa often talked about turned out to be Kageyama, which was stupidly funny.
You definitely were not the type to do these type of schemes, but you were desperate. You needed at least a glance that said I love you—a lovingly full of attention glance. And this fact also ashamed you; a guy had you craving attention; he had you in the palm of his hand, and he was so oblivious to it. This simply made you furious; you were not one to give into a guy this easily, and it made you angry that he didn’t show any signs.
So, you decided to carry out your plan. You called Oikawa and discussed with him:
“Tooru-chan, accept, please.” You pleaded.
“Using me! Huh! And to make Tobio-chan jealous! Him, of all people!” He said, frustrated and a little bit offended. “Why him, dear? Why him?”
“Please, Tooru, he means a lot to me.”
“But he is an idiot if you have to go to these lengths to get his attention.” He scolded you.
“But, Tooru, I love him!” You cried over the phone.
There was a brief silence on the other line; you could only hear the faint sound of static.
“You are lucky I’m in Japan right now.” He said, resigning to your plan.
“I love you, Tooru! You’re amazing!” 
Happily, you hung up the phone. The plan was as follows: he was going to pick you up for a “date” at the time Tobio arrived home from practise, and then you two were actually going to go out because Oikawa asked to at least have some real time with his best friend. So you texted him with the date and time he had to be at your front door. You insisted on him looking extra handsome that day and reacted with, “I’m always extra handsome! >:c” .
When the day came, you decided to pamper yourself. You wore makeup today; you wore a light pink eyeshadow that highlighted your eyes, applying a little bit of glitter at the center of your lid. You carefully placed your blush to make you look naturally flushed. You did your winged liner and used mascara. You successfully enhanced your natural beauty. You left your hair down, as it was what you were most comfortable with. You wanted to look cute, so you picked a white, flowy dress that made you shine. You paired it with black Mary Jane shoes and white socks, as well as a pearly necklace with a purple gem. 
At six thirty, your door bell rang and a text bubble appeared on the screen of your phone: “Open the door, dummy.” . And so you hurried up. You put your phone in your black purse and grabbed a black jacket to pair your dress with. You ran downstairs towards the door and opened it very happily.
“Tooru!” you exclaimed, excited. As you hugged your friend tightly, you peeked over his shoulder and saw Kageyama’s figure approaching. You whispered, "Ok, Tooru, let’s do it. Kageyama’s coming”
You knew you were going to get a reaction from him, but not this one. He stopped, looking between you and Oikawa; he got the clue instantly as he saw you both well dressed. You could swear you saw fire coming out of him.
“Oikawa.” He said it in a low tone, angrily.
“Tobio-chan!” He cheerfully replied.
“What are you doing with her? How do you know her?” He blurted out, arching his brow, walking closer to you.
“Going on a date. Not that its any of your business.” Oikawa gave him an annoyed smile.
“No, you’re not.” You swear you and Oikawa are still in your places, surprised by this. Your heart started to race. 
“You’re not fair!” You yelled at him, feeling overwhelmed. “You ignore me, then forbid me from going on a date?”
“I
its just
I." He started.
“You what?”
He then walked towards you fully, and taking you by the shoulders, he kissed you passionately. His hands were not moving, and you were so stunned that it took you a second to correspond with him. Oikawa stood still, a little awkward. He decided to slowly walk towards your door and leave you two to it. He was still going to have his time with you nonetheless.
“Oikawa is not the right guy for you. I am. I think I love you. I want you.”
You didn’t say anything, as those words were the one thing you wanted to hear the most, for the longest of times. And you had it now, and it felt amazingly odd; it was a new feeling that meant your love was reciprocated. 
“Oikawa is my best friend. I love you, idiot.”
And then you hugged him, and this time he hugged you back.
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kings-highway · 8 days ago
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Oikawa: You know, it's hard carrying the weight of being the best captain. After all, I'm the only team captain who's also a setter - captain and conductor, if you will.
Moniwa, clawing his way out from the back of the crowd: Am I just a joke to you?
Oikawa: Do you want me to answer that question?
Yuzuru, being hoisted up on Hyakuzawa's shoulders: STOP TELLING PEOPLE YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE!
Oikawa: NONE OF YOU ARE RELEVANT.
Bokuto: Haha I don't have this problem, tons of team captains are wing spikers. I love my wing spiker gang! We have me... and daishou... and and terushima... and the new Date Tech Cap, Futakuchi. Oh! And of course Daichi-
Daichi: woah woah woah, I might be a wing spiker but you just listed exclusively outsides. I play opposite. I know you guys tend to think of us as second fiddle, but I'm proud of my position.
Ushijima: nodding along seriously
Bokuto: Tomatoes or whatever. The point is none of us are alone! Being a captain is difficult work no matter the position we play, even if having someone who understands your specific challenges does make it a lot easier.
Oikawa: Weirdly astute, coming from you. Alright you two weirdo freaks, get over here, let me hear what you have to say.
Moniwa & Yuzuru, regretting slightly asking to be involved:
Bokuto, pulling out his phone to text Akaashi and find out what "astute" means:
Kuroo, fluffed up and hissing in the doorway: MiDdLeS fOrGoTtEn AgAiN.
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avocadofics · 2 years ago
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Chronic pain buddies
Oikawa x chronic pain!reader
fluf, comfort,
Cw I gues : reader has unspecified chronic pain
I headcanon Oikawa as having pain due to volley ball just being super hard on his body
You sat on the kitchen floor rubbing you temples. This headache was not gonna go away. And paired with you pain through the night you were sleep deprived As well.
“Sweetheart where you at?” You heard Oikawa call out for you from the other side of the apartment.
“Kitchen.” His footsteps echoed through the small hall.
“Why are you in the floor?”
“Can you get my an ibuprofen.”
“Ah,” he nodded and pulled open a drawer grabbing a white bottle with its blue label. He pressed down and turned the lid shaking out two Doses. One for you and one from him.
“What would you like to drink?”
“What do I normally drink in the morning,” you snarkily ïżŒreplied. You both smile as just being together made you guys pain more bearable. He grabbed two cups starting the hot pot and opening cupboard to get all the supplies for you guys drinks. As he finished up both drink he took a deer in the floor next to you.
“So it kept you up last night?” You nodded in affirmation
“Yeah I woke up around 1:30 and I took pain meds but it still kept me up. How are you doing?”
“Eh, I had to put my brace on when I got out of bed but I think it’s pretty low pain day for me.” You watch as he motions to the knee brace wrapped tightly around in knee.
“Why’d you choose the floor?”
“I don’t really know I was hungry but when I realized everything we have needed to be cooked I kinda gave up.”
“Hmm, I’ll make us some food.” He gives you a kiss on the forehead and stands up.
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ugh-tsumu · 3 years ago
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[ 1:43 P.M. ]
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"You know there's a Japanese belief wherein when you die, you get to have the face of the person you love most from your past life—"
"There's a saying like that?"
You abruptly sit from laying down with Oikawa's ridiculous statement, "Tƍhru, you're Japanese and you don't know that?" you asked in disbelief.
Oikawa animatedly shakes his hands as he shrugged, "Ah—I don't know! How would I know?" He pouts before pulling your hand to make you lay you on the bed of grass again.
"Tell me more about it, hm?" Oikawa whispers as the very hand who pulled you earlier is now busy intertwining your fingers.
"Saw it on Twitter. You know, how you shouldn't hate your face because the face you have now is the face that you loved the most in your past life. Something like that," Oikawa kept his mouth shut to your dismay, clearly unknowledgeable with the topic.
"Tƍhru, you seriously don't know this?" You turned towards him with a frown.
"I really don't!" Oikawa exclaimed before chuckling, "But I do know one thing, though..."
He pulled you close, his lips glued on the top of your head as his hands hungrily gripped on your shoulders.
"I know how I will look like in my next life," he whispered before kissing you again.
gen. tag. @nakizumie @gayerthanthee @mirakeul @kirakirasaku
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sugurus-slxt · 3 years ago
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NSFW Thought : Gripping Hips
So like since I wrote that last post all I can think about is riding Oikawa. So like imagine he’s thrusting up into you and he’s gripping your hips so tightly. I think he can fuck rough and definitely in the morning when you wake up their will be hand prints from the amount of force he put into gripping you. He’ll just stand behind you while you look in the mirror and trace them over. He’ll be like, “ Oh hoho... look at these. Did they hurt hmmm... but I think you like them Y/N-Chan they make you look even prettier and even more mine.” He’ll start kissing you neck and rubbing his hands down the sides of your body. Definitely some shower sex and a whole ton of hickeys.
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lowpressurefucker · 2 years ago
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Intimacy (IM BACK)
Okay, crazy few months is a weird way to put it but the point is i wanna start writing again, im aware this isnt good but i have to restart somewhere. 
Content warning: swearing and mentions of lack of sobriety
Person A putting an arm over person B’s shoulder when talking in a group
Person A being embarrassed about doing something so person B does it with them so they won't feel alone (for example, wearing swim caps together
Person A giving person B the better headphone 
Person B letting person A squeeze their hand when they're scared or about to feel pain
Person A putting their hat on person B so they don't get sunburnt
One person doing the other’s hair when they can't do it themselves for whatever reason
Person A being taller and holding the umbrella covering person B
Crying together
Person A not being sober and person B taking care of them and reassuring them that they'll be fine
Picking up little habits from one another
Person A having no idea how to dance and person B trying to teach them while failing to hold in their laughter
Being very much not sober and trying to draw each other while cracking up
The whole picking the other person up by the waist and spinning them around (it's so fucking cute omfg ksjhdkjahs)
When one person is scared of doing something (like jumping into the pool or riding a bike) and the other one is encouraging them to do it, especially when they're holding their hand
The taller person putting on a bigass jacket and then like  grabbing the smaller one when they're cold and then zipping up the jacket so they'll warm up together
Winter naps in the sun 
Being in a really crowded place so the taller person gets behind the smaller one and holds on to their shoulders to guide them
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itoshily · 3 years ago
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↳ ❝ what they get for you on valentines day ❞ ☜
IM SO LONELY I HATE MY LIFE I JSUT WANT RIN OR KUROO TO HUG ME <\3
genre: fluff ofc
warnings: suggestive in the first paragraph, mentions of kissing
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BAKUGO, SHINSOU, BACHIRA, TSUKISHIMA, SAKUSA take you out to a lavish and fancy hotel for dinner by some of the best chefs in japan, and a cozy night in the hotel room with him planting light kisses all over your face until he pins you to the bed, and showing you how much he loves you.
KUROO, GOJO, ATSUMU, RIN, KIRISHIMA buy you expensive designer accessories. he wants to shower you with the best of the best, bc his gorgeous baby means the world to him and he wants to spoil them on valentines bc they deserve it <33
NAGI, KENMA, HIORI, DENKI set up an arcade date !! you both play ALL the games there, you win him a teddybear and give it to him but he says he doesn’t wanna replace you with it bc you’re his teddy bear and loves cuddling you
IZUKU, YUUJI, ISAGI, SHOYO take you to a zoo. hes just always thought about taking you to see adorable animals on a zoo date on valentines day very appealing. you both take TONS of pictures and even play with baby pandas !! you gave so much attention to the baby pandas you forgot about your bf who was now whining about how ignored him BUT you compensated with lots of cuddles and kisses <3
thank you for reading ! have a nice day/night, eat/hydrate well, you gorgeous person, ily you're worth so much <3 àŹ˜(à©­*ˊᔕˋ)à©­* ̀ˋ
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chimielie · 4 years ago
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sadie hawkins dance
summary: Oikawa x F! Reader. High school. Pure fluff. Makki won’t let Oikawa drool over you in peace. The rest of the Seijoh Four are there for like, two seconds.
word count: 1.8k
a/n: I got midway through an Akaashi angst fic and then decided I hated it. Have this instead. I’m in love with his dumb ass and a sucker for “fuckboy is too nervous to talk to the girl he has real feelings for.” Warning for swearing and kissing and m*rriage. You will get a cavity and extremely mild secondhand embarrassment, probably.
There’s a flower tucked behind your ear, petals soft and bleeding darker and darker pink toward the middle. Oikawa sighs and leans harder on his elbow, chin tucked into his palm, eyes focused on you, a bright smile stretched across your face as you talk to a gaggle of your friends. He’s supposed to be completing a Japanese Literature assignment with Makki, who is not-so-covertly focused on his phone instead of the worksheet, which works perfectly for Oikawa’s purposes.
He stares at the flower, wondering if someone gave it to you, brushed your hair back and slid the stem into place, and his heart pangs with jealousy. He envies them. He doesn’t blame them.
“Hey, ‘Kawa,” Hanamaki’s snarky voice lifts Oikawa off his cloud, and he swivels his head to look at the strawberry head. “What’cha looking at?”
His tone is as shitty as Oikawa’s is when he talks to Iwaizumi, and he wonders briefly if he could smack Makki on the head and call it a day.
“You know what.” Oikawa grumbles. “Begone, gremlin.” Makki perches on his desk and Oikawa remembers that the other boy is much more dedicated to being annoying than himself.
“Shame you got paired with me,” he smirks. “You should ask to trade partners.”
“Oh, no,” Oikawa says, eyes wide. “No, that would go very badly.” Makki squints. Oikawa flushes.
“You’re friends, I thought? She probably wouldn’t mind.”
“Yeah, she’s nice,” and Oikawa’s tone is accusatory, annoyed that anyone would ever even hypothetically imply that you might not be one hundred percent angelic. “But I don’t— have you ever seen me talk to girls?”
“Uh, yeah, dude,” Makki says, shifting. Oikawa cranes his neck around him to keep an eye on you, your hair shiny and bouncy under the fluorescent classroom lights. “All the time, actually, it’s fucking annoying.” Like everything Makki says, it’s lighthearted and easy, and Oikawa takes no offense.
“Exactly. I can’t talk to her,” he says quietly, and Makki leans closer.
“What?” Oikawa huffs and looks to the side.
“I said Ican’ttalktoher.” Makki’s brow is still furrowed, trying to understand the rushed words. Oikawa opens his mouth, ready to make the shameful admission for the third time, before his friend’s expression clears and he whoops.
“Bro!” Oikawa groans and slumps over, crossing his arms on the little space of his desk not taken up by Hanamaki’s bony ass and hiding his face in them. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”
“I never kid,” Oikawa says, words muffled. “Shut up.”
“No,” Makki says decisively. “And your dramatic ass is probably just exaggerating. You’re friends, and friends talk.”
“I wish they didn’t,” Oikawa raises his head to stare balefully at him, one eye squinted.
“So it can’t be that bad,” Makki continues, as though he’d never spoken. “Just ask her out! Then everything will be chill.”
“How would that make things chill?” Sitting fully up, the two boys stare at each other, stubborn expressions on both faces.
“She’ll either say no, and you can weep for a few days and then move on,” Oikawa doesn’t like this option, and he sneaks another glance at you, now laughing boisterously across the room from him. His lips tug up in a smile. “Or she’ll say yes, and you guys can date before she gets tired of you and dumps you, and you can weep for a few months and then move on.” Oikawa stares up at Makki, mouth ajar in horror.
“Take it back.”
“No.”
“You just Murphy’s Law-ed us! Take it back! Take it back now!” Oikawa smacks him, and Makki topples off the desk, landing in a heap of pink hair and bony knees on the floor.
“Fine! You’ll ask her out, and you’ll get married and have twenty kids and live happily ever after. Ow, fuck.”
“Deserved,” Oikawa snaps. “And it’s not that easy, man. I told you.”
“Yeah, it is,” Makki says, standing and brushing off his shoulders and thighs. “Watch.”
Oikawa’s gaze slides back to you, and your head is tilted back, face upturned, flower slipping slightly— he snaps his focus back to Makki, who is insistently poking the arm of the girl sitting at the desk next to Oikawa.
“Hey. Hey. Aika-chan. Hey. Look at me.”
“What’s up?” Aika looks at him, her friends tittering around her. Oikawa internally grimaces for Makki.
“Go out with me? This Friday. I’ll pay for your fries.”
“No,” she says easily, and her friends start laughing for real. Makki shrugs, and she pats his shoulder. “Nice try, sport. Maybe next time.”
“I’ll check back in with you in a week,” he says, winking, over-dramatic, and a grin splits her face. He turns back to Oikawa. “See?”
“No? You were rejected.”
“Ah, but she said I could try again,” Makki points out, wiggling his finger in Oikawa’s face. Oikawa grabs it and bends it back. “Ow— ow! Okay, geez.”
Oikawa lets go, and catches a glimpse of the teacher staring at them disapprovingly.
“We should probably start working,” he says, and Makki compliantly slides back to his own desk, shitty expression still on his face.
“Hey, Oikawa,” you say, catching up to him in the hall as he exits the classroom. “How’s it going?”
Makki, walking on Oikawa’s other side, snorts and elbows him.
“Not— not bad!” He says brightly. “It’s going.” He trails off, but the response is still somewhat sensical, much to his relief.
“Cool,” you say, smiling at him, and he short-circuits. The next few steps are spent in silence, before you pipe up again. “What’d you think of today’s assignment? Question three was worded so badly, it was like two different prompts? How am I supposed to answer all of that in a singular sentence. What did you get?”
Oikawa is still beating himself up for not asking how you were.
“Um, uh, um, we didn’t really
 get there?” You nod understandingly.
“Too busy beating up Makki?”
“Ha, yeah,” he says. “Uh, not that I’m violent. I swear. He deserved it.”
“I’m sure. Oh, this is my class. See you later!” You hip-bump him before walking away. Oikawa trips over his shoelace and falls flat on his face.
“Wow,” Makki comments. “That was somehow both better and worse than what I’d expected.”
“Worse,” Oikawa mumbles. “It was worse.”
He’d been a better conversationalist when you’d first met. You had been down-to-earth, refreshing, funny but serious when you needed to be. He’d been able to talk to you for hours, FaceTiming you almost every day, truly counting you as a friend. And then he’d caught feelings, and now he stutters over every sentence and falls all over himself for your touch.
And he doesn’t really mind it.
“Shittykawa’s in loooooove,” Makki singsongs as they enter the gym, dodging Oikawa’s reach before he could gag him.
“Yeah, we know,” Matsukawa says. “He stopped yelling at us about punctuality when he started showing up late because of her.”
“He keeps asking me to review his texts to her,” Iwaizumi adds. “I don’t understand why he has fangirls. You suck at flirting.” He kicks Oikawa gently.
“I do not! Wait until you’re in love, Iwa-chan,” he says, sticking his tongue out at his best friend. “You’ll see. You’ll be worse at it then me, ‘cause you already don’t get girls.”
“Tell that to your mom,” Iwaizumi snorts.
“Speaking of love,” Hanamaki croons, grabbing Oikawa’s face (a flaming crimson shade) and turning him in the direction of the gym doors. “Someone’s here for you!”
The other boys fall silent, staring mutely at you, standing just inside the doors, hands in your pockets. The sound of balls hitting the floor and squeaky shoes echo in the background, strengthening the awkwardness of the already uncomfortable scene.
“Hi,” you say, and your voice is like music. “Can I talk to Oikawa?”
He stands, frozen, looking at you, clad in jeans and a t-shirt, and thinks, my time has come. The angel of death has come to take me. What a way to go.
He follows you outside, mutely.
You lean against the gym wall, and he stares at you, absorbing every detail of your face. The sweep of your eyelashes, the curve of your lower lip, the shape of your brow.
“Hi,” you say again, and it’s quieter, your breath fanning out over his face. He takes a step back, worried that he’s in your personal space.
“Hi,” he murmurs. “Updog?” The moment shatters, and you bust out laughing. He smacks himself in the face, but can’t help laughing along when you look up at him like you think he’s something to be admired in all his stupidity.
“Yeah,” you say, still half-laughing. “For sure, bro.” There’s another moment of silence, somehow much more comfortable, more intimate, than it was before. “Look, Tooru, I’m kind of making a leap here—” his heart stops in his chest. “I hope that’s okay. I don’t have a letter or anything.”
You smile self-deprecatingly, and he wants to kiss the expression off your face, but he’s frozen, an insect suspended in amber.
“I really like you,” you say clearly. “And I wanted to ask— um—” you bite your lip. He can’t tear his wide eyes away from the sight. “Are you free sometime, to get ice cream with me? I know your schedule is—”
He kisses you. First kisses, he’s found from a lot of practice, are awkward, messy, a human ritual of learning someone else. He learns that you fit with him perfectly, that when he rubs his thumb over your hip it seems like he’s done it a thousand times before, that kissing you is like coming home. A dam breaks in his chest. The words that were stuck flood freely out of him.
You break apart, eyes wide, communicating silently. Did you feel that? I felt it too.
“Practice ends at five. I’ll run home, and shower, and make myself pretty for you.” Your close-lipped smile is like spring wildflowers, or butterflies, gentle, delicate. He kisses you again, because he can’t help it. “You’ll have time to do homework and all, and eat dinner, and I’ll pick you up at seven? Is that okay?”
He’s breathless and clumsy in love, but it’s okay, because you look at him just like he looks at you.
The flower in your hair flutters to the ground. It’s okay, because he’ll give you enough for a lifetime.
Ten years later, Hanamaki claims it was all his design. You throw your bouquet at him, and he falls back, clutching his chest like he’s been shot. You don’t see it, too busy leaning up to kiss your newlywed husband. Tooru is careful not to knock the flower crown off your head.
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t0shii · 4 years ago
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i said i was going to request something but i’m not creative😭😭 idk just angst to fluff, like feeling insecure (?) perhaps because they’re pro vb athletes and there’re a lot of girls that don’t respect us and then we get sad and start thinking that maybe we’re not enough to them?
idek if this is good, so ofc you don’t have to write it is you feel uncomfortable or unmotivated bby!! but if you do decide to do it, could you include oikawa, tsukki and sakusa? also, tysm in advance <333
% their fans disrespect you
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.! timeskip! oikawa, tsukishima, sakusa (sep) x f!r
.! fluff/ not proofread
.! yess! ty sm for the request my love!
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oikawa
- i hc that oikawa and his fans get along đŸ˜©
- so most of them respect ur relationship
- but ofc there are some fans who wanna be ugly
oikawa frowns at the group of fans outside his car, though not all of them are yelling nasty things about you there was one particularly loud girl who would not shut up about how he should be with her instead of you. honestly it seems that he's more upset over the girl than you are and luckily the other fans around shut her up before the two you exit the vehicle.
just like always, oikawa takes pictures with the small group, signs autographs, etc. until the girl from earlier appears in front of him "oikawa, can i get a picture please?" she beams, ignoring your existence. he quirks an eyebrow before chuckling, "no." the other fans quiet down immediately, "w-what?" "i said no, i will not take a picture with you. had you respected my girlfriend earlier, i would've said 'yes'. so no, i will not take a picture with you. i hope you learn to treat others with respect in the future."
tsukishima
- god he usually just ignore his fans in general when he goes out because he hates that they crowd around
- but this time they just really were not respecting your personal space
- is so angry omg pls he cannot stand that they're all over you
all he wanted was to spend his one day off with you, all he wanted was one peaceful date with you- but he can't be famous and happy can he? especially when his fans are crowding around the both of you like puppies to a treat. his grip on your hand tightens as he tries he best to lead you away from the group of fans. he wasn't entirely sure what made him more uncomfortable, the fact that they were invading your personal space or the extremely personal questions they were asking you about him, finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"please get away from my girlfriend!" he shouts, it has the whole group freezing in place immediately. "please go away, dear god. can my girlfriend and i not go on a date in peace? don't you people have something better to do?" he takes advantage of the moment and pulls you out of the crowd, leading you away. "i'm sorry i had to raise my voice." he mumbles once you're both far enough away from the crowd, "no kei, you did the right thing. they were out of line." "but i don't enjoy raising my voice in front of you." he sighs. "don't worry about it kei, let's just have fun on our date hm?"
sakusa
- isn't too active on social media so he doesn't really see the amount of hate you get there
- it wasn't until atsumu brought it up that he decided to see for himself
- is horribly angry when he sees all the nasty comments under your posts
"i just don't get why you didn't tell me, why'd i have to find out through atsumu?" he seethes "omi, i just didn't want you to worry about them, besides i don't care about they think anyways." you argue, "well, i care." he huffs, basically deflating. "i don't like that they say mean things about you" he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist, "i know omi, but honestly i don't care about them. the comments don't bother me." he nods against your shoulder.
"would you tell me if they starting getting to you?" "of course i would, baby." "does it really not bother you?" "hm it did at first, but then i saw so many other fans defending me, and i realized that i only really care about what you think about me, not some jealous fan girls." you chuckle, running a hand through his hair, "and besides, i'm the real winner because i have you." he hides his face into the crook of hour neck, "i guess so." "mhm so stop worrying so much kiyoomi." "alright." "okay." "i love you, y/n, so much." "i love you so much more, omi."
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electricdenkii · 4 years ago
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Happy Valentine's Day
hey hey hey~!
ur future with these boys~
Warnings? just pure fluff.
Includes? atsumu, oikawa, nishinoya.
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a/n: this is gender neutral! also re-blogs are very sexc! (ily kc~)
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N I S H I N O Y A, Y U U.
It was set in stone before the two of you were an item. Noya talks about you positively, and he can't function without you managing his ass. He'll somehow jump off a bridge without you monitoring him and keeping company. The two of you already act like a married a couple so~
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M I Y A, A T S U M U.
Atsumu loves you to bits that he has already been looking for gowns and tuxes for the two of you to wear. He talks a lot about future weddings and how he wants him to, but he always mentions that you will be the one he is marrying. Always always always. He basically already proposed to you and states that he is going to work very hard to support you and him and hopefully little juniors of himself, which made you choke on your own spit. You would've never guessed for Atsumu to be the type of person to want kids, but that is what he wants in life, children.
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O I K A W A, T O O R U.
The two of you travelled to Brazil together when the two of you graduated high school. The relationship got serious pretty quick and before you knew it you lived with oikawa tooru. he's asking to have a dog with you, which you claim he is not emotionally ready for, but obviously you get one. You guys are never leaving each other's sides~
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genesis-gaia786 · 4 years ago
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We’re All Strangers
Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader; Oikawa Tooru x Reader {One sided} Genre: Fluff; Angst; Smut; Happy Ending TW: There will be some dark themes like bullying, self-harm and dark thoughts in general.
College life was so similar to high school and don’t let them tell you otherwise. You still had the preppies, you still had the jocks, you still had the drama club students, you had more than enough art students and not to mention the high achievers. And then there was Oikawa Tooru, breezing in like he owned place, such was the norm. People would part like the Red sea when they saw him, girls would flock in troves behind him, anything to catch his attention. But he had his eyes on only one girl. He had seen her in passing, instantly swayed by her presence and it was in that instant that Oikawa had no way of actually speaking to her, his words dying on the tip of his tongue. Something about her robbed him of air every time she passed him by, those soft locks of hair brushing past and leaving the lingering sent of her shampoo in the air, he could only follow like a puppy. But she would never look at him, not once and it saddened him that even with his good looks, she would never spare him a glance. He could never work up the courage to really ask her out, he would be shaking in his boots anytime he really thought about it, his friends encouraged him but the fear still remained, he didn’t want to be rejected by someone like you, someone who deemed perfect in his eyes. But he could only avoid it for so long, his feelings growing stronger with each passing day and he could barely concentrate in his lectures, his mind lingering on the thought of you. It was constant driving him mad, he needed to let you know. “I dare you to do it Oikawa, you haven’t had the balls to do ever since you saw her.” Miyamura laughed, patting the brunette on the back in jest, but his eyes were focused on her, sitting across the patio with her nose buried in a book, her glasses balanced on the bridge of her nose as she flicked through the pages without once looking up. “I bet she’s a hot piece of ass without those glasses, if she actually put a little more effort into how she looked.” Yamazashi chortled and Oikawa promptly glared at them. He wondered how he even ended up with friends like this. “I’ll do it, I’m asking her out.” He declared, balling up his fists as he stood to his feet, marching over to the girl with determined steps despite the quiver of fear at the base of his spine, his friends cheering him on. He stood before her, he swallowed hard which caught her attention and she looked up. Her eyes were shallow, almost uninterested and bored with his presence, it made him want to run but he needed to let her know. “[Last Name] I just wanted to tell you
” He trailed off, looking at anything as long as it wasn’t her face, his cheeks turning pinker than cherry blossoms. “Tell me what.” She stated, she was curt and to the point, she had no time for him from just her words alone but he was hoping that his confession would at least sway her, even just a little bit. He finally looked up, honey eyes locking with her stunning [Eye Color] ones, the color drained from his face when he realized that she was glaring at him, the daggers in her darkened eyes shimmering in cold fury. He took a step back, taken aback by the hostility and he realized very quickly that this was a very bad idea, but he couldn’t fathom why she was angry, why would she tell him no. But her rejection was nothing he could have predicted even with the countless amounts of daydreaming he did. “I wanted to ask you out.” He stammered. She snorted and grinned cruelly. “Why the fuck would I do that?”
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 “She said that?” “Man that was cold.”
Oikawa sighed in annoyance, Yamazashi and Miyamura were no help at all in lifting his sour mood, and actually they were no help to begin with. After being rejected by his crush, Oikawa had dashed to the men’s bathroom, his cheeks red in humiliation and lips in a full pout. He wasn’t necessarily sad anymore, but he was starting to seethe in his own rejection, who was she to turn him down? Who was she to make a fool out of him? Just who did she think she was? He was Oikawa Tooru, and he was not going down without a fight. “I see that look in your eyes Kawa~ what are you thinking?” Miyamura hummed, his dark eyes coming to life with mischief, he was ready to avenge his downfallen friend, or just cause mayhem in general for anyone being the sadist that he was. “I’m thinking that I make her my girlfriend.” Oikawa smiled his eyes dark in anger. “Make her your girlfriend? You’re going to force her?” Yamazashi questioned with wide eyes. It wasn’t settling well with him despite his choice words earlier, he understood that there was a limit, but peer pressure was a fickle thing. “Go for it! Show her that you don’t take no for answer! It’s called being passionate.” Miyamura encouraged, pushing Oikawa towards the door to watch the show unfold, he knew he was walking his friend into a lot of trouble but he lived for the pain of others, guilt wasn’t a word in his dictionary. His courage and motives being boosted by his friends, Oikawa went in search of her, a charming smile coming to his lips when he spotted her at the entrance of the college, phone in hand as she typed away and unaware of the danger that loomed not too far away, and quickly approaching. Her phone was snatched out of her hand, fingers grasping air as she quickly whirled around to find the thief, Oikawa holding the device out of arms reach with a cheeky grin. He quickly added his number while holding her back, her irritated growls amusing him. He handed her back the phone which she swiped back with speed, a death glare painting her sharp features. “What did you do to my phone?” She demanded, unlocking the piece of technology and quickly scanning through her apps and messages to find anything out of place. “I just added my number babe~ I’m going to pick you up at seven and I’m taking you to this amazing restaurant, then we’re going to take a trip back to my place for a little ‘us’ time.” Oikawa chuckled, a hand running through his hair as he shot her a suggestive wink. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” [Name] hissed, her hand reaching into her satchel to pull out her pepper spray, anything to deter him so that she could make a break for it. “Says who baby?” “Says me Trashykawa.” A hand landed on his shoulder, heavy and firm, turning him around with ease until he was staring into the eyes of one Iwaizumi Hajime, his olive gaze burning in contempt the longer he stared Oikawa down.
“Iwa-chan
” Oikawa whispered in disbelief, chocolate eyes blown wide in surprise at seeing an old friend. He looked between [Name] and Iwaizumi, the pieces slowly clicking until he was frowning at the reality he was facing. “You’re dating him? You could do so much better.” Oikawa gritted out, tearing Iwaizumi’s hand off his shoulder as he whirled around to glare heatedly at her. [Name] shook her head and took Iwaizumi’s hand in hers, linking their fingers as they prepared to leave.
“Hajime is my best friend, and you would never be a better option than him.” [Name] shrugged, her eyes cold as she started walking away, Iwaizumi ignoring him completely as he followed the girl.
Oikawa was left in a state of shock, anger and disbelief. He was shaking in rage, he needed closure from it all and from the pits of his mind did an idea spring forth, a sinister laugh leaving him as he stared at their retreating figures.
“I’ll make you pay [Name].”
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charmarsmith · 4 years ago
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[HC] Double Date [Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tƍru]
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Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader,  Oikawa Tƍru x Reader 
 Genre: fluff
Warnings: none!
Tagging: @jennie-and-jaxson​
A/N: Maybe I’m getting inspired by that wonderful writer, that owns my heart... Nevermind, my second try! Some Headcanons about the partners of this wonderful volleball-duo
The partners from Iwaizumi & Oikawa are besties
They were friends before they met the boys
Supporting each other to try to talk to the volleyball dorks
So it’s not surprising that the four of you are going together on dates
You are doing different things; sometimes it’s a trip to a park or the zoo (,,OH LOOK! This bear looks so grumpy like Iwa-chan!” - ,,SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA!”)
Sometimes it’s just a relaxing time at a cafĂ©, where you are feeding your partner OR are feed by them
With the time you get to be the best friend of your partner
The bond between you four is unbreakable 
Remember the photo boxes in some places in your city? After some drinks you often take some group photos there
To be honest, Oikawa loves to take picture with the group
,,Everbody say ‘IWA-CHAN’ “
After some headnuts for (poor) Oikawa,  it’s decided to say something simpel like ‘SMILE’ , ‘CHEESE’ or ‘LOVE’
Sometimes you just met at one of you at home
Watching some volleyball videos or some movies while cuddling on the couch
In the summer you often are together at the pool or if possible at a beach - where your boyfriends are always killing other people with their glare
Are they possessive? Maybe a little bit - but you are cool with it
Watching sometimes your boys playing volleyball with their team before you go out was a routine while school time
But boy, going out with them in a bar or a discotheque is sometimes an adventure too
All of you are getting flirted by strangers till your partner show up and mark their posession
Oikawa would most likely kiss you passionate, before stopping and asking ‘Oh, did I interrupt something, my dear?’
Iwaizumi would put his arms around your waist and pulling him closer, while giving deadly glares
Sometimes they are helping their partners friend out
Oikawa would happily hug you ‘Ahhh (y/n), I was looking for you! Iwa-chan is grumpy, he needs his sunshine’ before dragging you away
Iwaizumi would just put his arm around your shoulder ‘Shittykawa is having too much drinks.’
Baking cookies or cake together? Of course they’ll do that!
The kitchen would sometimes looks like a mess, but the results are D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S!
Sometimes you are trying to cook something new
If it doesn’t went the way it should... ordering online is your plan B
After the school years you don’t often met together
Sometimes it’s just two or three of you
Facetime / Skype / WhatsApp are helping to make you all stay in contact
As a tradition you tried to meet two times the year - it don’t have to be a special occasion like birthday or a holiday
Spending time with the group is your way to max up your psychic energy for the rest of the time
Going together to your old places, where you used to have many dates? - CHECK
Going to your old school to renew your memories? CHECK
Ending playing a 2 vs 2 match? DOUBLE CHECK
You may not be professional players, but you both learned some basic from your partners
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torusdove · 2 years ago
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// — The way they say "I love you".
Pairings: Suna Rintarƍ x reader, Oikawa Tƍru x reader, Miya Atsumu x reader, Miya Osamu x reader & Akaashi Keiji x reader.
Word count: 0.8k.
Warnings: none.
Author's note: wanna write more!
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— With a hoarse voice, under the blankets - Suna Rintarƍ
Rintarƍ's eyes have never been too fond of the bright smile the sun greets the earth with. He would much rather prefer twenty-four hours of pure darkness, the moon's brightness contrasting its partner’s. He once went so far as to book a ticket to the southernmost regions on earth, basking in the feeling of eternal dusk – even if it were for a mere week. However, ever since he has been sharing a bed with you, he doesn't seem to mind the sun and her pearly whites as much anymore.In fact, he begs her to wake him up first each night before letting himself fall into a slumber. He savours your mornings the most now: gently waking you up by trailing his finger along the slope of your nose, the chub on your cheeks and by softly pressing his lips to your neck. When you finally awake from your slumber, he never fails to greet you first, "I love you, sweetheart."
— In a letter - Akaashi Keiji
Keiji let his head fall into the palm of his hand, eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion. His body seemed to create its own earthquake: hands trembling, eyes shaking and brows frowning over and over again. The deadline of the upcoming chapter neared quicker than he thought it would. In moments like these, he craved nothing more than the warmth of your arms wrapped around his fragile body. To breathe in the intoxicating smell of your favourite perfume and body lotion – he longed for it badly. Nevertheless, he didn't have that luxury at that moment. Instead, he reached out for an empty piece of paper, hand quick to write down the words he has been meaning to tell you. Though it isn't literally written down, through all of his sentences bleed the words, "I love you, dear. I love you, I love you, I love you."
— Over a beer bottle - Miya Atsumu
Had it been any other moment, you probably would've shoved Tsumu's face out of your way whenever his alcohol breath fanned over your face – he reeked. But then again, so did you. His team had brought home another gold medal, the medallion nonchalantly hanging around your neck while your head rested against the backs of your hands. You could only hear his faint voice in the background, all of his words slurred together into a big mess. Only seconds later do you feel the warmth of two palms pressed against your cheeks, head following their lead. With widened eyes, you make contact with a warm, chocolaty lake. There are tears dangling onto the bottom of his lashes, nothing but sincerity filling up his eyes. For the first time that night, you can make something out of his words, "I love you, so fucking much."
— In a cup of soup, filled with letters - Miya Osamu
It started off with a sore throat, runny nose and pounding head. It didn't take long before you fell into the devilish arms of a high fever. Osamu had tucked you into bed, a cold cloth pressed against your burning forehead and a mug of hot lemon water, mint, ginger and honey beside you on the nightstand. After feeling a weight pressing down onto your head, you opened your eyes groggily. There stood Osamu, a soft smile curled into the corners of his mouth and a wooden tray in his hands. He fluffed up your pillows as you tried your best to sit up again, the platter placed onto your lap seconds later. With a weak smile, you looked into the bowl of soup, noticing the floating letters that formed the words Osamu had never been afraid to whisper into your ears, "I love you. Get well soon."
— As you huddle together, the storm raging outside - Oikawa Tƍru
Moving to Argentina meant hot summers filled with beach volleyball, melting popsicles, the laughter of children and mother nature that restored the high temperatures with a raging monsoon once in a while. Tonight, she once again took it upon herself to restore the equilibrium. So, as per usual, you and Tƍru quickly drove back to your place when it started to softly drizzle after a well day spent at the beach. There was no time wasted as you rinsed your bodies off together before changing into your matching pyjamas. When you walked into the bedroom, Tƍru had already opened up the balcony, waiting for you on the floor with a blanket wrapped around him. You saw how the blanket opened up the second his ears caught the noise of you coming closer. Straddling his lap, you nuzzled into his warmth while watching the sky lighten up before a thundering sound echoed over the edges of the world. With his lips pressed against your forehead and his arms tightly wrapped around you, he whispered the words tenderly, "Te amo, mi amor."
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petboymart · 2 years ago
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wolf!daichi x deer girl!reader NotSFW
tw/cw: hybrid, name calling (little one, pretty girl, good girl, sweetheart), thigh riding, light degrading (reader is called needy), praise, spanking (one single spank), man handling, size kink, belly bulge, talk of babies but no breeding.
a/n: this has too much plot but it’s fine i’m fine -eden<3
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your mother had always warned you never to stray past the fallen pine tree surrounded by wildflowers, a very light pink on the safe side, a deeper peach on the other. she would always say “the darker they get the deeper you are” to help you remember. deeper being a reference to the amount of trouble you’ll be in once you were found, by some creature or by your mother. you thought that since you were an adult now, you could do what you had always wanted to do. if only you had listened.
if you had listened, you wouldn’t currently be clutching your bleeding leg and trying to figure out how to climb back up the very steep hill you just fell down before nightfall. your mother never told you that about two feet from the other side of that fallen tree was the most slanted hill you’ve ever had the pleasure of falling down. you could tell you were mostly fine. only a little bruised in body and in spirit knowing that you’re going to have to explain why you are so disheveled. you may have a slight limp for a few days because of how you landed, and the scrapes on your leg are just that, scrapes. but little did you know, quite a few things can smell blood. even in tiny amounts.
making peace with the fact that you’re going to be there a while, you take the time to note that the flowers at the bottom of the hill are beautiful. they have a pretty smell, and their red petals formed a pretty folded pattern that spiraled out and fluffed as it went. you were so busy admiring their beauty that you didn’t hear the snapping twigs marking approaching footsteps. nor the fact that they were coming from multiple directions.
you hear a flirtatious voice, “well well well, what do we have here?” your head snaps to the right, and you spot a brown haired wolf man hybrid.
next, you hear an annoyed voice, “back off, this spot it closer to our territory than yours. but maybe we’ll let you have her when we’re done,” your head snaps to the left, where you see yet another brown haired hybrid.
after that, you hear a monotone voice, “i believe this spot is closest to our territory, wouldn’t you agree?” your head snaps forward where you see ANOTHER, brown haired hybrid.
you think to yourself, “just how many packs in this area have brown haired alphas?”
“excuse me men, but the hill she fell from is the territory of our pack,” your head turns behind you, where you spot a man with dark brown hair.
“well that’s just excessive. what is it a rule or something?,” you think to yourself.
“she is part of a herd of dear we grant protection and land in our territory in exchange for part of their harvest. so we will be taking her back.” the hybrid speaking seemed calm, but his fists were clenched and there was a strain to his voice. his smile also seemed tight and forced. you had heard of the agreement, but had never even heard the names of the wolfs that led the pack, let alone seen them for yourself.
“this is free ground sawamura,” the alpha on the right spoke, “things left or lost here can be claimed by whomever arrives first. and that was me,” he locks eyes with you and gives you a flirty smile, which you will admit made your heart beat speed up just a tad, “wasn’t it prettyy girl?”
as he begins to step in your direction, “sawamura” (you assume that’s his family name, as that’s why alphas tend to use) steps between you. closer to you than the other alpha, but close enough to reach him if necessary.
“because of our contract with her herd, she qualifies as our property oikawa.” he speaks through borderline gritted teeth, giving “oikawa” as you have learned, a tight lipped smile, “seeing as though we are all bound by the miyagi territorial agreement which states, ‘any property of one pack lost or left on free ground must be claimed in one days time or it shall belong to whomever comes across it’ and it’s been, what, a few minutes at most?” the pack members behind him stifle laughs, but one lets out a hearty chuckle. “we will be taking her back now.” he turns around and closes the distance between the two of you, lifting you to your feet. he frowns when he notices the way you’re keeping pressure off of one of your legs.
its the one with the annoyed, cocky voice that speaks next, “you should really watch where your stuff falls daichi, wouldn’t want any of it to go missing!” he end his sentence with a gleeful giggle.
“you should address alphas by their family name, futakuchi.” he glances over his shoulder at the man, once again smiling, but the look in his eyes would terrify you if you were on the receiving end. “if i didn’t know better, i’d think you were trying to be disrespectful on purpose. but since you’re new i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”
daichi, or sawamura, you’re not sure anymore, picks you up bridal style. careful not to place his rough hands on any of your bruises or scrapes.
“you should all return home,” his thumb begins to gently run back and forth over your thigh, “if the elders hear about the stunt you tried to pull they won’t be happy. especially yours ushijima,” he looks over at the man on the left, “need i remind you of what happened the last time one of your members broke one of the agreement rules?”
something seems to register behind the eyes of “ushijima” and he gives daichi a single nod before turning on his heel and beginning his exit, the rest of his pack following. daichi gives another warning glance to the other two packs before turning on his own heel and making his way back to his pack, all while carrying you. he gives them a nod and smile, to which they all nod back and begin their own retreat back to their territory.
when daichi begins to walk past the hill, you panic. he must have sensed your distress because he says, “ we have learned that the hill is too steep for dear hybrids to climb, so there’s no way i could climb it, let alone while carrying you,” he smiles at you, but a genuine one, not like the one he was giving the other alphas, “i’m taking you back to my packs camp. we’re gonna patch you up and get you back to your herd, ok?” you nod, and you can’t fight the smile that grows on your face. seeing your happy expression makes him feel a tinge of warm throughout his body, and his voice is much lighter when he says, “perfect. i’ll take you home tomorrow”
now that you’re safe, you realize how tense you were. as you relax, you fine yourself being lulled to sleep by the slight rocking of your body and the warmth from daichis chest as the sun begins to set.
the first thing you notice when you awake in the morning is the firm but soft surface you’re laying on. your eyes flutter open and you’re greeted by tan skin. as your eyes travel up, they land on daichis sleeping face. lift your head slightly to get a look at your surroundings, you’re in a cave surrounded by bottles and viles filled with things you don’t recognize. you push off daichis chest to get a better look of that lies outside the cave entrance. you can see huts made of wood and mud, children running and playing, adults joking and laughing, pretty white flowers, strong oak and pine trees, and a fire where something appears to be stewing. you push daichis chest once again, wanting to go join them in the fun they’re having or explore their village. but are halted when the strong arms around your waist tighten. m
“what, i don’t even get a good morning before you try runnin off?” the rasp in his voice has you clenching your thighs together, but luckily he was too busy gaining his bearings and rubbing his eyes to notice.
“i’m sorry. i was just curious about you village. deer herds live differently, i wanted to see what it was like.” you answer.
daichi lets out an exhale almost like a laugh before grabbing your waist. he sits up and lifts you to rest on his lap. “we have to finish checking you first little one,” you haven’t heard that nickname before, you decided you liked it, “we only cleaned and bandaged your visible cute to make sure they didn’t get infected, but we wanted you to be awake for everything else. it didn’t feel right doin it while you were sleeping, so i just slept with you in the infirmary” you nod in understanding and let him carry you over to the examiners table. giving you an order to stay while he fetches the doctor.
your check went well, you have a few bruises and cuts, but those were to be expected. as for your leg, you just landed on your ankle weird so you should be walking normal soon. daichi said that you couldn’t go home until around lunch due to the river being at high tide, so he offered to take you on a tour. despite being there when the doctor said your leg would be fine, daichi insisted on carrying you during your entire tour of the village, this time piggy back. you didn’t tell him that you could feel his tail wagging whenever you complimented him or laughed at his jokes. he fed you leafy greens and fruit at lunch. checking to make sure you liked it every time you swallowed. once you finished eating, he lifted you into his arms once again to take you back home. along the walk, you said that you would have liked to spend more time with him and his village, and he said he would visit you. you laughed and said, “you’ll have to ask my mother, if she allows it then i would love that!”
you informed him that deer typically harvest during the day, unless they’re sick or need a mental break. and there’s no harvesting on the weekends unless it didn’t get finished during the week, so everyone would probably be gone when you arrived and wouldn’t come back until an hour or two before dark. he informed you that he had sent word to your herd and mother that they had found you, you were safe, and he was going to bring you home tomorrow around lunch, so your mother might be waiting for you.
and oh boy was she. sitting right in the middle of the courtyard, relief washed over her face the moment she saw you. she rushed over to you sputtering a mix of concerned words, scolds, and praise to daichi for being so kind to you. you took what she gave you and daichi smiled bashfully at her words. then, right in front of you, he asked your mother if he could come visit you every now and then.
“oh of course!” you looked at your mother in shock, she’s never wanted boys anywhere near you. she sees your expression, “oh don’t make that face. daichi has been at all of the agreement meetings i’ve been dragged to by your aunt and he is such a sweetheart! and the last potential mate you picked for yourself was a piece of work let me tell you-“
“thank you for your concern mother,” you cut her off.
you turn and give daichi a smile, “i would love for you to come visit me dai-sawamaura” you correct your mistake.
he gives you a tight hug and whispers, “you can call me daichi”
your mother put you on house arrest for the next week, which was just as much a punishment as it was time for your leg to fully heal. she wouldn’t have wanted you working out in the fields with a limp anyway. plus, she wanted somewhere she could easily find you, and searching the house across the field from hers is much easier that having to search through rows of crops. so punished or not, you were to stay in bed as much as possible.
daichi had come to visit you the day after he brought you home, checking to make sure your leg was okay and saying he would be back as soon as he could to keep you company. it’s only been two days since then, and like clockwork there was a knock on your door at noon on the dot. when you opened it, there stood daichi in all his glory. sweaty from the journey here and tail wagging at the sight of you. his eyes subconsciously trailed down your body before snapping up as a red blush grew on his cheeks.
daichi cleared his throat before presenting a small pot filled with some kind of vegetable soup. avoiding eye contact with you, he spoke, “i brought you some food. to help you recover.” his tail wagged back and forth, and he adjusted his stance trying to hide it.
you smiles at his sweetness, “thank you daichi, you didn’t have to, but i’m sure it’s delicious!”
he beamed at you, before entering after you motioned for him to come in. you set the soup down and climbed back into bed, lifting the blanket and patting the space next to you for him to climb in. he hesitates for a moment before sliding next to you, tensing then relaxing after you cuddled into his chest. he began to trace light patterns into your back and scratch your head.
“thank you for coming daichi,” you mumble.
“i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he mumbles into your hair. soon enough, you both doze off to sleep.
your eyes flutter open, and you release a relaxed sigh when you feel the warmth of daichis skin pressed into your skin. you move to adjust yourself but feel something very
big press into your lower abdomen. your breath stutters as you begin to rock your hips back and forth along his length, eyes widening and hips halting when you feel it get harder, and longer under your ministrations. letting out a soft whine, you adjust yourself so that your straddling one of his thighs, and begin to rock your hips back and forth once more. your noises gradually get louder and louder as you slick gathers and spreads along daichis thigh. pleasure and heat building in your core. you begin to pant and grind your hips harder, some drool dripping out the corner of your mouth onto daichis chest. you moan when you feel his rough hands grip your hips and begin to guide your pace, but don’t register that he’s awake until he speaks, “just like that little one, good girl.” his raspy voice makes you moan, then your eyes snap to his face.
daichis eyes are lidded, from sleep or list you don’t know, but his pupils are blown with an emotion you can place, desire. his grip on your hips tightens and he forces you to move faster, groaning at the sweet moan you release.
“so needy, huh? couldn’t wait for me to wake up, could you pretty,” you whine again at his words and bury your face in his chest, “ah ah let me see your face,” he smiles once you lift your head again, dangerous canines glinting in the light, “such a good listener, such a good girl.”
“ah ah oh,” you let out high pitched moans. every syllable he speaks sending waves of heat straight to your core, only adding to the building pleasure the pressure of his thigh is creating.
“dai-chi-“ his name is a broken moan from your lips.
“are you close little one? are you gonna cum on my thigh like a good girl?” he watches your ears twitch and can feel your little tail flick more and more as you approach your high. his own ears perked up to catch every noise they can while his tail tries and fails to wag from its position pressed to the sheets. he fights the urge to dig his claws into your hips and sink his teeth into your neck, to mark you, leave you with a semipermanent reminder you of who made you feel this good.
“mmhm- please” you don’t know what you’re asking for, but daichi does.
he moves his thumb to circle your clit, keeping his hands firm on your hips, while he continues to coo praise and dirty words into your ear.
“cum pretty girl”
which his words you are pushed over the edge, creating even more slick on daichis tan skin and the product of your orgasm exits your body. you slump into his chest, attempting to get your clear vision back as he pricks you from his thigh to instead straddle his waist.
“you did so good sweetheart, i’m very proud of you,” he mumbles into your sensitive ears atop your head.
he makes a chocked surprised sound when you wiggle down his body until your dripping sex is pressed to his painfully hard cock, where you then begin to rock your hips again.
daichi swears that your pupils have formed hearts when you meet his eyes and beg in such a sweet voice for, “more
please more”
as much as he wants to shove you into the mattress and pound you until you can’t speak, daichi knows you just came and are likely sensitive. so he feels the need to check, “are you sure sweetheart? i’m not exactly small.”
you’ve begun placing kisses, licks, and little bites on his chest, working your way up, “mmhm..i’m sure
need it”
daichi can feel his tail trying to force movement between the mattress and his body, “okay pretty girl but we’re gonna go slow and-“ he cuts himself off with a growl when you bite the spot below his ear. his grip on your hips tightens, “don’t bite me there. you don’t know how rough i can be and i don’t want to hurt you.” his voice low and threatening, it makes you clench around nothing.
instead, you opt to suck on the spot. this was no better, which you learned when you were suddenly shoved onto your stomach and your hips were yanked up. a very horny, very frustrated wolf hybrid with his ears pinned to his head and teeth bared shoving your legs apart to force himself between them. you feel his extremely hard cock press to your dripping sex just before two of his very thick fingers are shoved inside of you. you moan at the stretch, rocking your hips back into his hand as he thrusts them in and out of you.
“so so needy. such a needy girl, huh?” daichis voice is thick with lust and tension. it almost sounds as though he’s speaking through his teeth. “just couldn’t wait hmm? just had to keep pushing me,” he shoves a third finger into your cunt and begins scissoring them. he lets out a deep groan, that rolls into a growl at the sweet, high pitched moans and whines you let out.
daichi suddenly rips his fingers from your cunt, and you whine at the empty feeling. you wiggle your hips, to entice him or to try and get some form of friction, you don’t know. “shhhh, i know. i know you want it. i’m gonna give it to you sweetheart just hold still.” his voice is raspy and strained, and you clench around nothing once more.
he groans and you mewl as he finally begins to push into you. you squeak when the head of his cock pops through your entrance. both of your noises increasing in volume and frequency the more he pushes in. the stretch is so deliciously painful, and you can’t help but rock your hips back once he’s buried to the hilt.
you halt and yelp when there is a sharp sting in your ass. “i said to stay still,” daichi begins, “good girls do as their told. are you a bad girl?”
you can tell he wants a verbal response. so, despite your scrambled brain, you manage to moan out, “no daichi
i-i’m a good girl
”
“thats what i thought. my good girl.” he rewards you with one shallow thrust, which picks up to more thrusts with him pulling out halfway.
“mmhm, yo-ur go-od gir-l,” your words stutter between thrusts. you keen and whine and moan in pleasure, arching your back even more at the feelings daichi is giving you. little white tail flicking back and for the rapidly.
the wolf is doing no better, ears fighting between being pinned back and at attention to catch every noise you make. he can almost feel his tail graze his legs from the force of its wags. he moves tone hand to circle your clit and his claws begin to dig into your hip. he grunts and groans and growls at the way your walls flutter around him.
daichi begins losing his own mind to pleasure, absentmindedly murdering words of praise and affirmation, “pretty baby, pretty little deer. such a good girl, good fuckin girl for me.”
his words come to a sudden halt when his hand grazes your abdomen. his thrusts stop and you’re about to whine when you’re suddenly flipped onto your back. daichi stares at you abdomen as he gives a few shallow thrusts, tail still and ears at attention. his pupils seem to grow in size at whatever he discovers, so you look down to try and see what he’s looking at. your eyes lock on a small bulge right above your pelvis that moves with every one of daichis thrusts.
without warning, daichi begins to pound into you at breakneck speed. eyes completely transfixed on the bulge his cock creates. you once again moan and whimper at the pleasure, it’s only then that his eyes look back up to your face. he leans down to pepper your face and neck with kisses.
stopping with his lips at your ears to whisper more praise, “you look so fucking hot, you know that? i’m so fuckin proud of you, taking me so well, such a good girl.”
you can’t form words, but are trying to find a way to tell him that your climax is coming. thigh it appears that he knows since he continues his circles on your clit after hiking your legs around his waist. you can feel the hair of his tail brush against your feet with every wag and the fuzz of his ears against your skin with every kiss along your chest or hicky sucked onto your neck.
“you gonna cum again for me? come one sweetheart, i know you can do it,” he rasps into your ear. he doesn’t want to cum until you do, desperately trying to fight off his orgasm while bringing you yours. “be a good girl and cum.”
your orgasm rolls through you in waves and your vision goes splotchy. daichi cums as soon as he feels the clench of your cunt on his cock. giving you a few shallow thrusts before rolling over and taking you with him so that you can lay on his chest.
“i will be visiting much more often little one,” he mumbles into your hair as you snuggle into his side. he’s clearly just saying whatever pops into his head, filter gone. “and we’re gonna talk about living arrangements once we get our energy back. if we’re gonna be together we gotta live in one house. i don’t even know how we’d do that once our babies come.”
“babies?” you mutter back
“yeah. babies. not right now. i wanna settle down first. but babies.” you can feel his tail trying to wag at the thought of babies, and you smile subconsciously.
his cute mumbling lulls you to sleep, his spent cock still lodged inside of you.
well, you still stayed in bed right?
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sugurus-slxt · 3 years ago
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I think that if Oikawa were to have a girl best friend y’all would play flirting games. Just with each other at first to see who could get the other more flustered. But then it’d extend to everyone else at parties and person with the lowest score buys dinner. But eventually with your numbers ranking up and people flirting back he’d realize he was jealous. He’d try to contain the game to just both of you again but it’d get out of control.
It’s not until you flirt with Iwaizumi that he drags you away and pins you against a wall. He comes off as angry but he kisses you roughly and marks up your neck. Claiming you but he storms off after leaving you breathless. He needs to calm down but he’s already so popular girls and guys are swarming him and he just does his best to go along. You think maybe it’s time you lay your claim.
Omg do you guys want a fic like this I also have a sweeter cuter version lemme know lemme know
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lowpressurefucker · 3 years ago
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Intimacy (again)
part 2, electric boogaloo 
squeezing the other person’s hand once or twice but not addressing it verbally
trying to match your breathing with theirs
helping or being helped to put on earrings and/or a necklace or bracelet
tracing features of their body, ex. knuckles, veins, scars, acne, moles, etc
wiping stuff off their face with your thumb
booping the tips of your tongues in a non-sexual way
carrying something for them without them asking, ex. going for a cup of water and bringing one back for them too
doing something you know nothing about just to please them, ex. playing videogames, playing cards, going ice-skating, etc
randomly starting stare battles
making them food they like on special occasions, doesn't matter if you're good at it or not
knowing how the other person likes their drink(s) and preparing/ordering it like that
cupping their cheeks and looking into their eyes before kissing them or telling them reassuring things
sharing clothes
playfully pushing your palms against the other persons and relying on the weight of each other to hold you up
piggyback rides when one person is too tired to walk or in pain
goofy dancing, not wanting to impress or anything, just having fun
massaging the other person's shoulders while talking to other people and no one addressing it
making a weird sound and them mimicking you, or the other way around
jumping on the other person’s back randomly and holding on for dear life
randomly biting the other person but not in a sexual or painful way
dancing but one person has their feet on top of the other’s
touching foreheads
pushing hair out of their face
applying sunscreen on their face and body very calmly
smooshing your cheeks together
purposely putting on music you know they'll like
rubbing their earlobe in a comforting way
brushing or getting your hair brushed
plucking their eyebrows and them letting you even though it hurts
carrying chapstick for their dry lips
helping them or getting help doing your hair and taking care of it
painting their nails very carefully or vice versa
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