#oikawa self insert

[chaepink]

Hear me out, maliciously praising pathetic yandere Oikawa. Like he’s so pathetic obsessed with reader, and the sound of their praise is making him go crazy, and reader catches on to this and starts praising him just for a reaction, which ends in him cumming, on his knees for reader as they just smirk and teasingly praise his pathetic shaking form <33

dom!reader, sub!Oikawa praise, cumming in pants, teasing

“You’re such a good boy for me, right?” Another shiver racks through Oikawa as he whines, staring up at you from his place on the floor with glassy eyes.

You’re standing in front of him with a grin on your face that makes him swallow in anticipation.

“I never thought you would like my praise this much, Oikawa. You must really like being my good slut, don’t you?”

A soft whimper leaves him as he clenches his fists that lay on his thighs. He’s been sitting on his knees for a while and there’s a slight ache but the cloudy fog in his mind is preventing him from thinking of anything else other than you and your words.

“I bet you just want to touch me right now, don’t you? Make me feel good like a good boy is supposed to do?” Oikawa stares up at you with tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

You glance down from his face and see the bulge in his pants and smirk. Oikawa can’t even think properly anymore, he just wants to cum. He’s so hard, it hurts.

“You’re hard from just my words, baby? Gonna cum from my praise only?” A sob racks through his body and he nods eagerly, staring up at you as he ruts futilely in the air, searching for any kind of friction.

“Go ahead and be a good whore for me then and cum in your pants then, darling.” Oikawa lets out a choked moan and gasps at the sudden release. Quickly, you see a wet stain start to appear on his crotch and you giggle.

“How cute, you came in your pants without my touch.” Oikawa’s breaths are heavy as his body rocks with his recent orgasm.

After a few minutes, he looks up at you with trembling lips before glancing down at his stained pants with a flushed face and looking back up at you, expecting you to do something. You raise an eyebrow before suddenly placing your foot on his crotch and pushing it down, making him cry out in pleasure.

“What, you thought I was done, darling? Oh we’re far from that, don’t you want to be my good boy?” He nods eagerly.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[mblue-art]

"Wait- hold on, why do I get a bigger reaction than Iwa's?!" "We're not moving on to mine until you've answered our questions, Micchan!!" "Oh, so Iwa can put Godzilla but when I put SANS UNDERTALE--"

[babysbreath]

found & lost

➶ oikawa tooru x gn!reader

➶ implied nsfw, suggestive

➶ fluff, angst

“Hi there.”

You set your glass down on the table and turn to greet this person. Shit. You almost forgot about him also being a guest.

“Ah, hello Oikawa.”

He chuckles, “Since when do you call me Oikawa?”

If only you could have gone through the whole wedding ceremony without bumping into him. 

“Since I became an ex? So since the second year of college.”

Your table is astonishingly empty and you suspect that your missing friends are responsible for the conga line that’s started on the dance floor. 

“Wow, look at who’s conveniently forgetting years of young love before that.” He then gestures to the empty velvet-lined seat beside you. “May I?”

Doing a quick check of your surroundings, you whisper, “Are you sure? We don’t want to end up on the highschool gossip page.” 

There’s no such thing to worry about. Oikawa is turning 29 next year. So are you. 

Still, it’s only half a joke because his current dating life is plastered on ‘celebrity news’ websites instead. 

He smiles, teeth and all. It’s so easy to fall back into old ways.

Somewhere in between speeches from drunk classmates and sobbing cousins, Oikawa’s hand finds itself on your knee. 

“Ever wondered why champagne bubbles rise in that straight line?” you ask, tracing the neat trajectory along the glass with your finger .

He tilts his head like it would make more sense at a 45 degree angle. “This mystery, this elusive phenomenon keeps me up at night. Please go on.”

You laugh at his obvious teasing tone. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re making fun of me.”

“You know I could listen to you talk forever.” 

The second he says it, you see it on his face. It flickers in his eyes, flecks of doubt among shards of guilt.  

You stretch your legs out and the satin of your dress allows his hand to slip away. 

He knows better than to suggest a future when you’ve both decided to leave each other in the past. The old you would’ve snapped at him for it.

“Want another drink?”

He nods.

His friends find their way to your table, bringing along rambunctious laughter followed by a polite murmuring of apologies. A junior, who you barely recognize, passes his phone number to your sister on a crumpled up napkin and Oikawa comments about the ‘audacity of these youngsters’. 

You shrug. “It’s old fashioned but cute.” Your friends hum in agreement.

A former teammate reminds Oikawa that he himself tried a similar move on an actress last year and Oikawa vehemently denies it, with his hand on his heart and eyes on you. The warmth from your stomach rises to your cheeks, mirroring the pattern of the bubbling champagne.

Another hour goes by. The line for dessert seems infinitely long so you do everyone a favour by not joining and instead, sneaking away from the main hall. 

“What are we doing?”

“Talking.” A beat. “We can just talk, can’t we?”

One of the little flower girls bumps into Oikawa, ice cream smeared all across her pretty dress, and her mother apologises hurriedly in her attempt to grab her. Oikawa puffs his cheeks out at the child and she returns the silly expression while being carried away. 

The elevator doors open, revealing warm lights and corporate jazz. 

Toeing the maroon carpet flooring, you finally ask, “What have you been up to, Tooru?” 

“Well, I’m not seeing anyone.” 

Of course, the love was hidden in the question. Of course, he easily peels away the layers of insecurity to reveal it .

You can’t help but notice that Oikawa’s hotel room is neat. It’s almost untouched with the exception of a carefully torn teabag sachet near the armchair. 

Now, his tailored blazer lays discarded on that very chair as your fingers work his shirt buttons. 

His lips meet yours, soft and pliant, until it breeds a sense of urgency. Pulling away, you murmur, “I missed you.” 

He shudders against your body, like a fever that won’t die down.

There’s an exchange of kisses, traversing familiar territories of skin, until you’re lying bare under his frame. You’re wrapped around him, meeting him halfway with each thrust.

“I’m getting old,” he reminds you, or rather himself, as he pauses to rub his lower back. 

“Tooru, you’re still the same.”

He’s too scared to ask what you mean by that. 

He moves again before he can let himself go down that road. 

In this world of winding lanes, is it not reasonable to find your way to a recognizable one when you’re lost? 

Tomorrow, on the train back home, he’ll repeat that to himself. As for now, he’ll repeat your name with a stutter that runs from his mouth, down to the motion of his hips.

The sound of your erratic breathing perforates the silence. He’s wordlessly drawing circles on your back with a nail trimmed far too short, red blooming into pain beneath the bed.

He sits up and says, in a whisper, “I wish you would’ve said something. Or fought for us to-”

“To?”

“For us to- I don’t know. To stay together till we figured things out?” 

“Why? You think it could’ve worked out?” It’s a rhetorical question, at this point.

You hear his head hit the pillow so you turn to face him. 

He meets your gaze. “Probably not. You would’ve ended up hating me.”

“Yeah, and you wouldn’t have even put in the effort to hate me back.” 

This is the end of the road. There is no way back.

A humourless laugh escapes his lips. “And you would’ve hated me for that too.”

[gobiius]

My selfship with Oikawa Tooru 💗. Her name is Maru Kobayashi !!

[mackenziebrooks]

Haikyuu Imagine idea, this time it is for Oikawa.

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-Imagine you’re dating Oikawa, you know the big hot shot setter/captain from Aoba Johsai. The one everyone talks about and wants to be like. The one who has so much potential to become the greatest setter of all time. The one who makes you laugh and smile whenever you’re two are together.

-The one who has so many girls fan girling over him, simping for him. Girls who sit there and make heart eyes at Oikawa, it gets under your skin but you don’t let it bother you to much. Because you know he has his eyes and heart for you. Oh and of course for volleyball.

-Well, you go to watch one of Aoba Johsai’s matches, you’re wearing Oikawa’s sports jacket. The first one since he got another one. Because he told coach he lost his, but coach knows where it went. Mean he sees you in it all the time. But coach doesn’t mind, as long as his setter is in his best mood and at his best.

-You calmly sit in the stands and watch them warm up, but all you can hear his girls cheering for your man. Calling his name out, to the point you can’t sit there anymore so you leave and go to the hallway. Heck, you want to just leave. Before you make it out the door, you feel a familiar grip on your wrist.

-A hand that is soft but rough at the same time. You look up to see Oikawa. “Toru, you need to go back and practice. You have a match”. You say up to your tall boyfriend. Oikawa just pulls you to the side to talk to you. “I can’t knowing my number one fan and supporter is upset. Babe, forget what those other girls say and do when I play. All that matters is if you are in the stands”. He said.

-Oikawa takes a breath. “I don’t care about them, sure I enjoy the support, but they aren’t you. They don’t help me practice. They don’t help me do what I can to be at my best. They don’t keep me happy like you can”. He explains.

-You look up at him with soft eyes and smile. “They don’t know you like I do” you whisper. Oikawa smiles and kisses your forehead. “I love you, y/n”, you add “I love you to Toru”.

-Oikawa smiles and said “Lets get back before Iwaizumi finds me”. You look past his shoulder and gulp, “Uhh babe, it’s too late”. You say. The two of you both look to see Iwaizumi glaring at Oikawa with a ball in hand. “Get your ass back in here Oikawa and practice before I make you”. He said.

[starlit-sanguine]

RAHHHH

[domestictetsurou]

i'm a sucker for childhood friends trope so whenever i imagine myself isekai-ed into haikyuu world... i'm so torn between wanting to be tetsurou and kenma's childhood friend OR oikawa and iwaizumi's 😩😩😩

all of haikyuu monsters have this unyielding love, passion, and hunger for volleyball. it's basically the same main ingredient that eventually takes different shapes due to all the other personal ingredients they put in... like flour, and all the things we can make out of it (... for lack of better imagery). every single one of them—how they love volleyball and how it appears in them—i appreciate and UNDERSTAND (as someone passionate as well).

... but kuroo's and oikawa's are special to me. their form of passion towards volleyball... the way it manifests on them and the actions they took...!!! ugh 😫💘

how tetsurou never forgets that moment he got hooked as a child, doing all his best to bring kenma (and tsukki and even more people) to love volleyball, being helpful during practice even to opposing teams because it contributes to his main goal of playing against them in nationals, and ends up devoting himself not as an athlete but to lower the net.

while oikawa—not a genius—fights through his limitations and insecurities, orchestra-ing a team of 6 who are strong to be even stronger, the undying trust he had for them, and his crazy, extreme choice to go abroad and take unimaginable route... all because he just wants to play more volleyball and japan can't give it to him.

the way they love are beyond me, it blows my mind. if it weren't for them, never in my life could i ever know that those, too, are volleyball... that there are different ways to devote yourself into the thing you love most.

... okay, so back to the topic: isekai and childhood friends. 😂

the want: i want to go to both nekoma and seijoh... become the team's manager, and become close/childhood friends of kuroken and seijoh 4... 😭

the problem: nekoma and seijoh never meets in canon timeline 🥲

i've got this romantic love for kuroo tetsurou, my husband, BUT I ALSO LOVE OIKAWA MY HOMIEEEE 😭😭 i adore and cherish him so! much!! maybe because we share the same birthday, there's a sense of kinship and fondness that i feel only for him—never feel that way for other characters. .... plus i love seijoh 4's friendship TOO MUCH they'll always be my top pick for close friends. 🥺🥺

BUT I'M TORN... 😭 because they're all 3rd years!!!

logically speaking, 1 kuroo tetsurou vs. 4 seijoh 3rd years... they should weigh more. but ughhhh tetsurou and oikawa's intense love and passion for volleyball!!! i NEED to witness them both with my own eyes...!!! i NEED to be there to be a part that contributes to their PEAK and AMAZING journey in their whole 3rd years...!! aghhhhh i'm so stressed over my own headcanon 😫😫😫

lol yeah... so it's like that. 😅😅😂 rambles 끝!

[omiisangel]

@akimind x oikawa tooru *·˚ ༘♡ | reference | do not repost without permission

[minarixx]

𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 ✯ 𝐓.𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 '𝙪𝙨' '𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙣𝙤"

PAIRING. Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst

Oikawa finds solace and unexpected connection in a summer fling following a heart-wrenching breakup with his ex-girlfriend. But his summer fling wants more than just a temporary relationship

WC. 1.2k

A/N. My least favourite one shot ngl

REMAKE

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he sun shone brightly, casting its golden rays upon the sandy beaches of the sleepy coastal town. As the waves crashed against the shore, the air was filled with the salty scent of the ocean. This was the summer everything changed for 2 young teens.The oppressive heat of the summer hung in the air, mirroring the weight on Oikawa's heart. Freshly wounded from a recent breakup, he found himself aimlessly driving through the coastal beaches, desperate to escape the suffocating memories. The flickering gas station sign offered a glimmer of respite, and he decided to pull over, hoping that a brief pit stop would bring a momentary distraction.

As he stepped out of his car, he noticed a girl leaning against a vintage motorcycle, a carefree smile gracing her lips, her eyes covered with red heart shaped sunglasses.. She exuded an air of confidence and style, effortlessly combining edginess with a touch of playfulness. Her glasses are a vibrant shade of crimson, perfectly accentuating her fair complexion. The frames are sleek and glossy, showcasing a contemporary design that draws immediate attention. The lenses, tinted in a subtle gradient, create an aura of mystery, hinting at the untold adventures she has embarked on with her motorcycle.

Their eyes met for a fleeting second, a spark of curiosity kindling within them both.

Oikawa approached the gas pump, pretending to focus on refueling, but his mind was drawn to the girl by the motorcycle. A surge of courage propelled him to strike up a conversation. "Nice bike," he said, attempting to sound casual.

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Thanks. It's my trusty companion on the road. What brings you here, stranger?"

He shrugged, a melancholic smile tugging at his lips. "Just trying to escape reality for a bit, I guess. The road seems like a good place to lose yourself."

She nodded, understanding glimmering in her eyes. "I get it. Sometimes, you just need to wander and let life surprise you. Want to join me for a bit? An adventure might do you some good."

Oikawa hesitated, his mind grappling with conflicting emotions. He saw in Y/N the possibility of a summer fling, a temporary distraction to mend his broken heart. He convinced himself that it was what he needed, a way to forget about his ex. 

"My name's Oikawa Tooru, what's your name, pretty lady?" He said confidently. Y/N laughed at his attempt.

"It's Y/N by the way." She said turning around to start the engine on her motorcycle. 

As they rode into the sunset, the wind tousling their hair, they laughed and shared stories. Days melted into nights, and the chemistry between them grew undeniable. They explored hidden corners of the countryside, chasing the thrill of spontaneous adventures. But amidst their laughter, Y/N's eyes held a glimmer of something deeper, a flicker of hope that Oikawa couldn't quite grasp.

One evening, as they sat under a starlit sky, their laughter filled the air. Y/N's eyes glimmered with affection as she turned to Oikawa. "You know, Oikawa, there's something about this summer that feels different. It's as if the universe conspired to bring us together."

He leaned in closer, his heart stirring with a mix of intrigue and caution. "What do you mean, Y/N? Are you saying this isn't just a summer fling for you?"

Y/N averted her gaze, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice. "You're right, I'm sorry, I know this was just a summer fling and that you're trying to get over your ex but-." Y/N's walls began to crumble as she started to fumble with her words. Her 'cool girl' persona was falling apart by the second.

Oikawa's heart swayed with conflicting emotions. He reached out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "Y/N, I didn't expect to find someone like you on this journey. And maybe I'm not ready for something serious just yet, but that doesn't mean what we have isn't special. Let's enjoy this summer, this connection we share, for as long as it lasts."

A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips, her eyes shining with a mix of tenderness and uncertainty. "Alright, Oikawa. Let's make the most of this summer. No expectations, just living in the moment."

Days turned into weeks, and their bond deepened with every passing adventure. They danced beneath moonlit skies, shared secrets under starry nights, and reveled in the simplicity of stolen kisses and laughter. Yet, beneath Y/N's carefree demeanor, a part of her dared to hope for something more, for a love that could endure beyond the sun-soaked days

But as summer began to fade, the specter of Oikawa's ex loomed in the corners of his thoughts. Doubts gnawed at his heart, and the longing for what he had lost intensified. It cast a shadow over the summer they had shared, and he wondered if his heart truly belonged to his past. His thoughts drifted back to his past, to a love he couldn't let go.

In the quiet of that final summer night, Oikawa found himself overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. "Y/N, I've had an incredible time with you. You've brought me so much joy, but I... I need to go back to my ex. I can't shake the memories, the feelings I still have for her."

A bittersweet ache tugged at Y/N's chest as she listened to his words. She had known deep down that their fling had an expiration date, but a part of her had hoped that what they shared was enough to keep him by her side. Y/N's face remained composed, but a profound sadness flickered in her eyes. "I understand, Oikawa. I knew deep down that this would end. I wanted to believe that what we had was special, that it meant something more. But I can't deny that it hurts. I knew from the beginning that this was temporary. I wanted to believe it was enough, that what we had was special. But I can't deny that my heart hoped for more."

Regret washed over Oikawa as he reached out to touch her hand, his voice laced with remorse. "You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart, Y/N. I wish I could be that person, but right now, I can't."

She nodded, a hint of vulnerability slipping through her facade. "I understand, Oikawa. We had our moments, our bittersweet memories. Just promise me you'll find happiness, even if it's not with me."

They sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. The summer nights grew shorter, the magic fading with each passing day. And when the time came to say goodbye, Oikawa felt a twinge of longing for what might have been.

As he drove away, the memories of that summer fling lingered like whispers in the wind. The bittersweet taste of their time together would forever remain etched in both their hearts, a reminder of the road not taken. And though he returned to his ex, a part of him would forever wonder what could have blossomed if he had chosen a different path, if he had embraced the warmth of Y/N's affection and let go of the past. And as Y/N continued her nomadic journey, she carried the summer they shared, forever etched in her heart, a testament to the fleeting beauty of love and the significance of a bittersweet goodbye.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

[purechaosexceptitsdumb]

imagine !0!

After what felt like years of convincing, your friends had finally dragged you (literally,,,) to the so-called, 'party of the century'. You wouldn't exactly describe yourself as the type, but apparently they would be there. That obviously wasn't the entire reason you were going, you just, suddenly felt the urge to become a party person. You could do that, just for one night at least. How hard could it be?

Well, evidently, you had come to regret that sentiment. Were they really worth you getting all dressed up? What were the odds you'd even see them anyways? It's not like you had a plan either, you knew that step one was 'get dressed and look good', that's always how it goes in movies, but then what? They're supposed to be magically drawn to this hot, new, confident aura you're exuding? This was a stupid idea, you realise, far too late, as you stand in front of a door that looked almost as if it were about to fall off its hinges. It was practically pulsating from the strobing lights and deafening music coming from within, and you wondered if coming tonight was a decision made by your better judgement. It was not.

"Come on! It's gonna be fun, let's go already!"

Before you could consider turning around, you were quickly whisked inside by your friend grabbing you by the arm and yanking you into this booze-filled sweathole from hell. It seemed that every corner you turned, you ran the risk of crashing into stumbling idiots or drunk couples aggressively making out against a nearby wall. Your mind began to wander as you watched the closest couple, their hands roaming across each other, tearing away at each others clothes engulfed in nothing else in the world aside from bodies, their passion and the momentary escape from-

"Hey."

Your eyes are torn from the lovers entwined. You knew that voice. This was seriously cliche, wasn't it? You look up, and make eye contact with them. The stupid grin that never could be quite wiped off their smug face, the annoying way they'd look down at you wordlessly, but the expression telling you everything you needed to know. You looked up, and knew you wanted nothing more than to whack them across the face just to get them to stop smirking at you. But by God, what a face to whack. Before you could raise your hands, or even open your mouth to attempt a retort, you felt cool skin against yours and a hand cup the back of your neck. Widening your eyes at the sudden movement, you glance down at their chest, pressed against yours, before looking up to meet their eyes, staring into your own.

"This isn't your scene."

You look sideways, avoiding eye contact.

"I saw you watching Romeo and Juliet over there too. You only came here for one reason, didn't you?"

They tilt their head expectantly, yet again, you stare anywhere but at them. God.

"Yes, or no?"

They whisper into your ear, and you run through every possible scenario you had imagined this night going. This one seemed like a pretty good alternative to the hellish one you had expected, filled with drunks and wanting to leave yet having to follow around your friends all night. Though, if you went with them, it'd mean giving in. Did you really want to give them the satisfaction of knowing you would so easily just run off with them? That they were well and truly the only reason you were here? Provided they hadn't already figured that out for sure, but you doubted it based on this. Pulling this stunt, in a crowd, where people could see? They knew you wanted them, and you knew you couldn't deny it. You always had to go for the cocky ones, huh.

You look up at them, finally locking eyes, and nod.

[salsakiyoomi]

FANFIC COMISSIONS

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what i'll write for :

- fluff

- angst

- hurt/comfort

- various tropes

what i won't write for :

- nsfw

- yandere

- taboo topics

fandoms i'll write for :

- jujutsu kaisen

- haikyuu

- my hero academia

- marvel cinematic universe

characters i'll write for :

from jujutsu kaisen :

- satoru gojo

- suguru geto

- kento nanami

- hiromi higuruma

- ryomen sukuna

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- shoyo hinata

- kei tsukishima

- tetsuro kuroo

- kozume kenma

- keiji akaashi

- rintaro suna

- atsumu miya

- osamu miya

- kiyoomi sakusa

- hajime iwaizumi

- tooru oikawa

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- katsuki bakugo

- keigo takami

- touya todoroki

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- tony stark

- bucky barnes

- peter parker

- loki laufeyson

- sam wilson

- marc spector

- miguel o'hara

- hobie brown

- peter b. parker

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i really hope you guys can help me out, even if just by a reblog <333 and if you're interested in more details, dm me.

[sweetscene]

pensees tranquilles

pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader

note: its my first time writing self insert and 2nd pov pls bear with me lol (i also have no clue how to work tumblr oops). the first sentence was all i had when i decided to write this (1am😓). to those who write without a specific plot in mind, i seriously applaud you!

Honey drips from Oikawa Toorus golden lips every time he speaks.

Surely the gods from above crafted him with delicacy, drenching every corner of his body in that sweet substance knowing that one day, he will be the arms you run to. At least, that’s what you think as he runs his calloused fingers against your hands. His unconscious habit has his thumb and index finger roaming your palm, tracing each line you have as if he knew what they all meant.

A burning, crimson sunset is the backdrop of your cherry blossom viewing date with Toru. In a cage of cherry trees, petals cascade from above, swaying as a cool breeze passes by. Eventually, the petals touch the ground, creating a pool of pink at your feet.

“Hey, are you listening?” He asks, voice with a hint of loneliness.

You pull your head away from his shoulder to take one look at him, and sure enough, he’s pouting. You stifle a laugh, smiling just bright enough with a hum convincing him that you were. “Go on,” you say. “Iwaizumi during practice, was it?”

Suddenly, his caressing stops and his brows furrow. “You know, I really don’t like it when you say his name.”

Your brows rise with amusement. “Why? Does it sound weird?”

He throws a disgusted glance at you. This time, you let out a giggle. “Not funny,” he frowns. “Your lips are suited for something more sweet. Iwa-chans name is too…”

You think about Iwaizumis last name. Iwa meaning ‘rock’, and izumi meaning ‘fountain.’

Like a dashing knight in battle, Toorus name means to ‘pierce’. You can see it when he sets the ball, body overflowing with passion and focus. But right now, in this moment where serenity casts upon you two like a soft blanket, he is merely a boy. Only Oikawa Tooru who’s selfishly in love with you.

“How about when I say ‘Tooru?’” You ask teasingly, running your hands through his caramel hair. “Tooru, Tooru, Tooru,” you repeat his name like a mantra, letting the syllables escape your lips slowly.

He’s quick to place his hands over you lips. “Okay, I get it,” he says frantically. His ears are visibly red—cheeks too, but you’ve always loved that hidden confession of his. Even when he did his best to cover his face in a moment of embarrassment, the tip of his ears were always ready to rat him out. “You sound so nice when you say my name. In love too, might I add.”

You look at him with eyes so telling. What about my name in yours? You ponder.

Suddenly, like he’d read your mind, your name slips from his lips. He says your name with ease, his tone low yet full of affection. His hands cup your cheeks, and he begins to plant kisses all over your face. From your forehead to your eyelids; to your nose and eventually to your lips—your name uttered in between. “How do I sound?” He jokingly asks, a smirk on his lips.

The suns glow paints the side of his face a beautiful golden color. The moment he said your name, you practically melted. Your mind returns to your initial thoughts, and your thumb reaches for his lips in search of answers. “You sound like honey is dripping from your lips.”

He laughs, slow and steady, pulling you closer by your waist. “Do I now?” He asks, sounding cocky. “Does this mean my kisses taste sweet?”

You smirk, holding his chin up to meet your gaze. “Hm, not too sure. Want to give it another try?”

[shigarosie]

Hi friends, due to a couple not so ideal financial situations, I am opening up writing comms for the first time 💛 if you are interested in commissioning me, all the information you need is listed out below, and if it isn't you are always welcome to send me an ask or a message for clarification. If you are NOT interested in commissioning me, I would appreciate it if you would reblog this post so other can see it.

1/3 Slots Taken

How It Works:

After you've read through what I am and what I'm not willing to write, you can send me a personal message (not an ask, a message) detailing what you would like me to write and a range of how many words you would like it to be. I will then confirm the pricing with you based on the guidelines below, ask any clarifying questions I may have, and get started on your comm as soon as I am able. Once it's finished, I will give you the final word count, you can send me the money through my ko-fi, and I can either share it with you privately or post it publicly (your choice). Comms will be written in order of when they have been requested, so yours may take a bit of time to complete, but all comms will have priority over any other writing I do.

Pricing:

Minimum of 500-1000 Words: $10

Every 500 Words After: +$5

If Piece Is Romantic or Sexual: +$2 Per Additional Partner

Request Guidelines:

All characters, unless the relationship is strictly platonic, will be written as 18+

In order to request a commission, you must have an age indicator in your bio.

You can request Reader Insert, Self Insert, or OC Insert. I'll use any pronouns requested and unless otherwise stated I will keep the appearance of the insert vague and nondescript. I will write Character x Character only if I feel like I can accurately portray those characters in a relationship together.

I will NOT write: Incest, Pseudo Incest, Pedophilia, Hard Noncon, Piss, Scat, Vomit, Weapons, Snuff, Extreme Ageplay, Diapering

I MIGHT NOT write: Feet, Bruises Aside From Hickeys, Destroying/Tearing of Clothes, Mommy Kink, Shibari

I have a write to turn down requests for anything I do not feel comfortable writing, even if it does not include any of the kinks listed above.

If you have any triggers you want me to avoid, I will not judge you, no matter how "silly" you think it is. I have unconventional triggers as well. The last thing I want to do is write something that triggers you in a personal commission!

Fandoms And Characters:

My Hero Academia -

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head)

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Tomura Shigaraki

Dabi

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Shoto Todoroki

Tenya Iida

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Hanta Sero

Hitoshi Shinso

Mezo Shoji

Fumikaje Tokoyami

Ochaco Uraraka

Mina Ashido

Tsuyu Asui

Momo Yaoyorozu

Kyoka Jiro

Haikyu -

Keishin Ukai

Daichi Sawamura

Koshi Sugawara

Asahi Azumane

Yu Nishinoya

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Tobio Kageyama

Shoyo Hinata

Kei Tsukishima

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Toru Oikawa

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kentaro Kyotani

Takanobu Aone

Kotaro Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Jujutsu Kaizen -

Kento Nanami

Satoru Gojo

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Sukuna

Wind Breaker -

Haruka Sakura

Hajime Umemiya

Toma Hiragi

Jo Tagome

Delicious in Dungeon -

Laios

Stranger Things -

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

[starlit-sanguine]

2021-2023-2025

[inarizakis-manager]

Welcome!

To my little writing corner!

My name is Lya (you can also call me Lily), and it’s been ages since I wrote a fanfic. I watched the movie and fell back in love with haikyuu all over again 🤍

A little bit about me:

I love animals!

English is not my first language

Chronically online

I love rereading the same 5 books on repeat

I used to have a fanfic blog but very dumbly I deleted my tumblr 😭 but I’m back again

Diagnosed with adhd

Who I write for:

Inarisaki: Kita (he’s my husband 🤍), Atsumu, Osamu

Karasuno: Daichi, Asahi, Nishinoya, Suga, Tsukki, Hinata, Ukai

Nekoma: Kuroo, Kenma

Fukurodani: Bokuto, Akaashi

Aoba: Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kyoutani

Shiratorizawa: Ushijima, Satori, Semi, Shirabu

Itachiyama: Sakusa

Feel free to ask for other characters in case I forgot someone!

Other anime/manga (basically JJK): Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Itadori, Nanami, Todo, Inumaki, Yuta, Choso

Requests:

Everything is mostly self inserts, and I use she/her pronouns. Most times I write she/her out of habit. If you want a gender neutral, male reader, or any other specifications please let me know in the request.

I’m mostly open to write anything

Smut is welcome, as well as dark topics and kinks

Just be patient with me, i have a boring adult life and sometimes my job gets busy, plus the adhd doesn’t help me 😭

[itoshiexx]

1K FOLLOWERS EVENT ‧₊✩‧₊˚

hello pookies!! i'm so so so happy to announce i reached 1K followers here on tumblr — and before my birthday, yay! i wanna thank you all so much for all the love and support you've given me since i started posting my own stuff in here, and also say that i'm extremely grateful for all the friends i made in this community! <3

that being said, i decided to host a small event to celebrate this milestone! it won't be anything grand since i don't really have time to write alot, but i do hope you enjoy nonetheless ^^

it's open for everyone, so don't hesitate to send an ask! and without further do, see below the cut for more info! ♥

STATUS: CLOSED

event masterlist

INFO AND RULES ‧₊✩‧₊˚

info — if you'd like to participate, send an ask choosing a character + concept, and i'll write a drabble/shortfic with reader insert ♥

requests will be closed December 26th (aka my birthday)

i'll write everything as gn!reader to be more inclusive, and please keep in mind that i may not accept all requests if i can't think of what to write. this is just a lil something for fun so please no pressure either &lt;3

FANDOMS / CHARACTERS AVAILABLE ‧₊✩‧₊˚

blue lock — ... all of them? i guess? (lol) but preferably itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, michael kaiser, bachira meguru, barou shoei, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku

jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, ryomen sukuna, itadori yuuji, nanami kento

haikyuu — kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji, ushijima wakatoshi, tendou satori, miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi

CONCEPTS ‧₊✩‧₊˚

— Querencia (n.) - a place where one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self

— Kairosclerosis (n.) - the moment when you realize you’re happy

— Selcouth (adj.) - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous

— Orphic (adj.) - mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding

— Forelsket (n.) - the euphoria experience when you first fall in love

— Sweven (n.) - a vision seen in sleep; a dream

— Hiraeth (n.) - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

— Saudade (n.) - a nostalgic longing for something or someone

— Nepenthe (n.) - something that can make you forget grief or suffering

— Solivagant (adj.) - wandering alone

— Absquatulate (v.) - to leave without saying goodbye

— Drapetomania (n.) - the overwhelming urge to run away

— Cafuné (n.) - running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

— Tacenda (n.) - things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

— Anfractuosity (n.) - something twisting and turning; something mazelike and confusing

if there’s any cool word with cool meaning you’d like me to do, feel free to send it as well!

thank you so incredibly much for everything, and i really hope you enjoy! ♥

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.