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girlboybug · 1 year ago

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tear you apart

"i want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as i whisper in your ear, i wanna fucking tear you apart."

didn't anyone warn you about the man who lives in the cabin in the woods?

what's playing 🎧: tear you apart by she wants revenge

pairing : joel x reader

word count : 4k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, dubcon, unsafe/unprotected piv, size kink, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, slight bondage with ropes, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cumshots, virginity taking, unspecified age gap (but if you wanna know joel is 50, reader is 21) sir kink, impact play, lots of spanking, light face slapping nothing intense, choking

TRIGGER WARNINGS : dubcon, slight themes of being held hostage kinda, joel is so mean and scary frowny face, unsafe piv, threats of knife usage, overall stranger danger!!!

a/n heyyy party people i’m sorry i’ve been so dead, work has been taking a lot of my time lately :( i miss u all dearly :( pls accept this as a little halloween treat from me to you <3🎃 comments rlly motivate me so if you enjoyed this plz lmk down in the comments!!!

you really should have known better. no one in their right mind would be in the predicament you’re currently in. feebly following behind a burly man, allowing him to lure you into following him deeper into the maze of a forest, all with the promises of shelter and a working phone.

you hug yourself to soothe the nerves ricocheting like bullets all throughout your body, and he turns his head, glancing down at you from behind his broad shoulder to ensure you’re keeping up. you crane your neck upwards to offer a shy smile. you tell yourself that you were able to see the corner of his lips perk, just a little.

he says nothing of grandeur when he pushes open the front door of his cabin nestled between a thick brush of trees and bushes, sitting adjacent to an inky black lake illuminated by the full moon.

he walks in first, looking at you expectantly to close and lock the door behind you, to which you obey immediately.

the decor is very…texan, a moose head watches your every movement from above his mantle as your heeled feet carry you to his worn in recliner, sitting down in it when he motions for you to.

he sits down in front of you, his ankle resting on his knee, big hands dwarfing the arm rests, his eyes taking their time to really drink you in. “what were you doin’ out in the woods so late anyhow?” he asks you, the cadence in his voice sounding like a continuous grunt with a twinge of a southern accent.

ahh, hence the texan decor…

“um,” your voice cracks, and your cheeks get hot with embarrassment. “w-was at a um halloween party but i wasn’t enjoying myself, so i left…stupidly, on my own. and i got lost.” you chuckle nervously, hoping he joins you to ease the tension but he doesn’t. he just continues to stare.

“some wolf try an’ getcha?” he jokes dryly without the lightheartedness, and your chest tightens at his words. “wh-what?”

he nods at your costume, eyes lingering on your ruffled skirt a little extra longer before he looks back up at you. you look down, hands shyly smoothing out your red riding hood dress, sighing out of relief to yourself. “oh!” you exhale quietly, shaking your head. “i guess you could say that,” you respond a little quieter, thinking back to a drunken owen trying to get back at abby by attempting to kiss you in front of her.

“hmm,” a low throatily hum leaves past joel’s shut lips and you tighten your legs with angst. “s-so um can i uhh…use your phone?” you ask, hyper aware of the reason why you’re even in his house to begin with. joel nods, pointing into his kitchen. “s’by the fridge on your left.”

his eyes follow your ass, barely concealed by the puffy ruffles of your dress, and you feel hot under his stare, wobbly legs trying to move fast towards the phone. when you pick up the landline, you’re greeted with silence instead of a dial tone. your heart sinks impossibly deeper and you turn to look at the man, swallowing hard.

you turn back to the phone, trying to dial your mom’s number, praying somehow it connects you to her, not caring if you’re met with yelling, as long as you hear her voice, relief will rinse through your body.

but it doesn’t. and fear takes over instead. “u-um…sir?” you call out, and he turns towards you. “what?” he asks gruffly and you switch your weight back and forth anxiously on either one of your feet. “y-your um…your phone doesn’t seem to be working?” you ask more than you tell and he just turns back around.

“yeah. does that sometimes,” he disregards your worries and you grow increasingly regretful of letting him convince you he was your best bet at going home. a shaky breath leaves your lips as you clutch the phone tightly. “do you know how to fix it?” you try once more and he answers you without a glance. “nope.”

you feel like breaking down and crying, gripping the phone before reluctantly putting it back. you inch your way back to the front door, avoiding eye contact. “i’ll just um…i’ll just try and see if i can get service back outside and call an uber or something. thanks for your help,” you hurriedly speak as politely as possible, unlocking his door and opening it.

you gasp louder than you would have expected, your shoulders jolting upwards with fear when a large hand slams the door shut above you. “that ain’t a good idea.” he mutters, voice falling over the crown of your head and you shut your eyes fearfully. “wh-why not?” you all but whisper, your heart hammering against your ribcage when you hear the locks turn back once more.

“girl like you shouldn’t be alone out there in the woods. safer in here.” he tells you rather than offering as a suggestion, a sense of finality in his voice. your hand desperately clings to the doorknob before you release yet another opportunity of safety it feels like.

“what should i do then?” you question stupidly, as if the grown man before you really has your best interest in mind. “you can stay here. it’ll be easier for me to guide you outta these woods come mornin’.” he answers, the last utterances of his sentence ending in a tired sigh.

you inhale deeply and attempt to exhale the fear buzzing around in your chest. “i really wouldn’t want to impose—“

“sit down.” he orders and you jolt at his voice, apprehensively obeying once more.

he stalks your every step that leads you back into his living room, head inching along in unison with each movement of yours. he wordlessly stands up, eyes peering a cold downcast upon you, his heavy boots making their way towards you like the beginning to a ceremony.

your chest rises and falls rapidly, feeling like a trapped animal below him. “you usually follow men you’ve never met before into their houses?” he questions you, a low gruff interrogation that escapes into the thick air from the cusp of his breath.

you shake your head and he purses his lips, raising a brow. “no?” he asks again, mocking you. “no.” you whisper back shakily.

he doesn’t respond, he leisurely pushes the red hood of yours off of your head and away from your face, allowing him a clearer view of your fear stricken gaze.

he chuckles quietly, enjoying this game he’s playing with you. he bends down, leaning in close. his scruffy beard tickles your cheek, his strong hooked nose brushing against your ear. “you smell real nice,” he mutters into your hood.

you close your eyes, trembling at his proximity, ignoring the fluttery feeling bubbling in your lower tummy, attempting to snuff out it’s flame. you refuse to acknowledge how a sick part of you feels a rush of adrenaline from how close this man is to you.

he stands up straight again, this time a bulge stirring in his tightened levi’s visible before you. he stares at you gawking at it, a sense of pride inflating him. he eyes you for a few more seconds before impatience kicks in and he’s bent down, lifting you up in his arms and picking you up and out of the recliner. you yelp and flail in his hold but he’s got you pinned in his arms, you’re not going anywhere.

he carries you into his bedroom, kicking the door open and pushing it back shut with the back of his boot.

he drops you onto his bed and watches you hungrily, watching as you scramble on his bed like a little rabbit he’s just caught.

you’re sitting at the edge of his bed, legs splayed straight, trying to cover yourself the best you can. he walks towards you, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide open forcibly, lowering himself down to his knees. you pant under your breath, a heavy sigh leaving past your lips when he ducks his head down lower to underneath his bed, and away from between your thighs.

he returns to look at you with rope in his hands, and your heart falls deeper into your body than you thought possible.

“wrists.” you hand them to him, too scared to see what would happen if you refused. he ties a knot around your wrists, letting your paired hands drop into your lap. “f’you really wanna get out of ‘em use your teeth to tug on this little loose end.” he follows his instructions by stepping aside to reveal the exit of his bedroom, crossing his arms over his chest. “you’re free to try an’ test your luck out there, or in here.” he looks down at you, biceps bulged from crossing over his chest, head tilting to the side, trying to read your facial expressions and figure out what option you’ll choose.

you stare at your confinements then flicker your gaze to the door and back at joel. you can’t seem to find something in you that will allow you to leave, despite common sense warning you, nothing feels as tempting as wondering what he’ll do to you.

something like a smirk takes over joel’s face when he realizes you aren’t going anywhere, and a wetness pools in your floral printed panties at the sight. “knew you weren’t goin’ anywhere,” he snickers with a sense of pride, moving closer to you now. he grabs your confined wrists and puts them above your head as he pushes you back into his mattress. he breathes in your scent, sighing to himself when the aroma of your fear mixed with your sweet perfume fills his nose.

“gonna fuckin’ ruin you…gonna ruin this,” he mutters, cupping your cunt. you gasp and squirm in his grip, whimpering from his touch and from bud words. he slaps your pussy and you whine, trying to shut your thighs. “don’t you fuckin’ move. lemme play with what i caught here,” he grunts, lifting up your little white gingham printed skirt, exhaling when he sees the wet splotch at the front of your panties.

he looks up at you from under his lashes, a smug expression wordlessly teasing you.

your cheeks get warm and you opt for staring at the ceiling instead.

“fuckin pussy achin for a cock huh?” he chuckles, vulgarity in his nature and you whine, not used to feeling so on display and viewed so objectifyingly. and more importantly, not used to liking it.

he travels back up to take his time ripping open the flimsy corset top of your dress, groaning to himself when he exposes your cute breasts, nipples hardened and ready for his hungry mouth.

he can’t help himself when he lowers his tongue over them, your little sounds only encouraging him. he bites down on your nipples, and you cry out, unintentionally arching your back into his mouth. he just laughs around your flesh, groping and squeezing you like he owns you.

and he’d argue that he just about does.

“haven’t had a cute little thing to play with in awhile, gonna have some real fun with you, girl.” he says from the base of his throat, his lips brushing against your neck. you can’t stay still, all the attention and groping is so unfamiliar, and you’re too riled up to contain yourself, the throb in your clit begs for attention, and all you can do is press your thighs tightly together and try to gain any kind if relief from the seam in your panties.

he notices and scoffs. “keep your legs open, or i’ll tie ‘em to my bedpost.” he growls in your ear, and your clit pulses at the threat, taking a second to consider the consequences, before ultimately following his instructions.

he wolf whistles at your pretty cunt concealed behind your panties, hooking his thumbs under them and dragging them down your perfect thighs until they hang from your calves. his cock fucking throbs when he sees your pussy glisten from the pane of moonlight that creeps in from his window.

he slaps your pussy again, loving how puffy your lips are. your shoulders cave in from the sudden impact, whimpering at his harshness. “got yourself a perfect cunt don’tcha?” he exhales, mostly talking to himself, his palm coming down over his crotch to relieve some of the pressure building.

“you ever been fucked?” he asks, patting your cheek. you blink a few times, wondering if you should be honest with him. you shake your head an ashamed ‘no’ and he grins for the first time tonight. “well ain’t that a treat for me. gonna break you in nice and good,” he shrugs off his flannel, hurriedly unzipping his levi’s. he fishes himself out from his boxers and your jaw goes slack, chest tightening again.

his cock is huge, it’s fat and looks threatening. it’s almost a weapon and could probably be classified as one because shit, the stretch is going to hurt.

he jerks himself off, bringing his tip to your clit. you gasp, your hips circling his cock. “i-i don’t know if that’ll f-fit,” you stammer nervously and he shushes you. “gonna make it fit and you’re gonna take it for me. think of it as a thank you, from you to me for lettin’ you come into my house,” he chides, laughing with a sense of entitlement, feeling as though your body is something he’s owed. your chest heaves with nerves and anticipation as you prepare to pay your debt.

he huffs lowly, bringing two fingers to your dripping sex, his cock twitching when he collects your wetness on the pads of his digits. “dunno why you’re so worried, it’ll go right in, pussy’s basically cryin’ for it,” he grunts, curling a middle finger into your little hole. you gasp, head falling back into his sheets, nails scratching at the rope that holds your wrists together.

he pumps his wrist in and out, his free hand jerking himself off while he fucks you with his finger. “niiice an’ tight, gonna squeeze my cock jus’ how i like it,” he rubs against a sensitive spot within your cunt, throwing you a bone when his thumb swirls around your aching clit.

you moan, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows furrowing at the sensation. the bass in your tummy grows into a finely tuned crescendo throughout your limbs and as soon as it builds, it falters once he removes his touch. you whimper disappointedly, but he’s fast to shut your complaints up when he begins to split you in half with his cock, a loud whine replacing any of your needy grumbling.

you cry out, knees trying to push at his hips but he grips them, forcing them open. “you’re gonna take it f’me little girl,” he growls, working the thick girth of his cock into you. you’re freely crying now, the overwhelming feeling of being so full is something foreign to you, and you’re not sure you can take it, but joel has decided you can and you will.

he grips your face, squeezing your cheeks into your lips pucker, turning you until your cheek meets his mattress and he’s pushing you into it, inching his hips backward only to go in even deeper than when he started.

“ooh-hoh-oh, fuck baby,” he groans, fucking into your cunt with no hesitation, your little hole barely able to accommodate him. “tha’s right,” he pants, swallowing hard when he makes you look at him again, your breasts bouncing from each hard thrust he sends you. “takin’ my cock like you’re made for it,”

you whimper, taking his comment as praise and squeezing him, your poor neglected clit throbbing when he grunts above you. “can feel you in my stomach,” you whine and he laughs, pressing a hand right over the bulge that he creates. “good luck findin’ another man who can do that to ya baby,” he snickers, giving a patronizing kiss to your cheek.

he grips the fabric of your skirt, using it as leverage to keep you close as he pounds into you, impaling you over and over on his cock, fucking the shape of it deep into you.

you jerk upwards from each and every pivot he sends you and he’s hypnotized by the way your tits bounce from his movements. he smacks them and grips them tight, pinching your pebbled nipples, loving how you yelp from the slight pain.

“sir please, t-touch me,” you moan pleadingly and he can’t believe his ears, his cock twitches inside you at your begging and he obliges you, bringing two fingers to your little clit and rubbing hard to match the tempo of his thrusts.

“got you hooked on my cock, maybe next time you’ll get ‘lost’ again and come lookin for me huh?” he breathes out in your ear, and you nod dumbly, your pussy drooling all over his dick, sucking him in deep.

his hand finds your throat and pins you down firmly, allowing you little access to air, but the lack of the supply is numbingly good, addictive. your eyes roll back, mouth parting with a soft string of moans.

he brings his hips down into yours without fail, fucking you with an insatiable stamina, groaning and grunting at how you take his cock, his hand tightening around your throat when you clench around him, growling at the feeling of your soaked pussy all around him.

“haven’t fucked a virgin in lord knows how long, forgot how goddamn good it feels,” he groans, his hand releasing your throat to toy with the glimmering cross necklace that lays between your breasts. he chuckles when he lets the silver cross fall back onto your chest. “cute.” he teases when he picks up a leg of yours and throws it over his shoulder, shuddering when he slides in even deeper.

you sob loudly, wailing out his name and babblings of sir please oh god sir please please, at the deep intrusion. “go on ahead and cry all you want little red, no one can hear you out here,” he mocks, rubbing your clit to watch you cry harder.

he pulls out and flips you on your tummy with haste, way too eager to be back inside of you. he readjusts you until you’re now at the foot of his bed, hips perfectly propped up on his bed frame, allowing him an easier access into your little cunt.

he spreads open your ass, pushing his cock back into you, his thumb ghosting over your other little hole, enjoying the way you squirm around, wriggling your hips nervously at his prodding. you turn around to look at him from behind your shoulder, looking up at him with a startled stare.

he laughs, spitting on it and shaking his head when he slaps your ass, hard. “don’t worry, i’m content with your pussy baby,” he says, sending an especially hard thrust as if you needed proof.

you collapse in his bed, using the hard smooth wood of his bed frame as friction for your clit.

his hands come down and grip your ass, spanking the full flesh mercilessly, loving your howls of pain from each smack. he’s only satisfied when he sees his handprints begin to form in your abused flesh. and even so, he continues to pair his harsh thrusts with unforgiving smacks that cause your flesh to burn.

he grabs your throat once more, forcing you closer to his mouth when he whispers in your ear. “whaddya think little red? should i use this,” he pulls out the dagger that was previously hidden within his pocket, the coldness from the blade contrasts against the warm skin of your neck. “to write my name in you? let everyone know who fucking owns you.” he presses the blade enough to make you squirm, but not quite enough to draw blood.

“n-no sir please don’t,” you pathetically shake your head and he mockingly coos at you. “why shouldn’t i?” he adds and you whine when he shoves his cock in you, hitting that achy spot deep in your cunt. “please don’t,” you moan, your words contradicting your voice, but fear still courses through you at the possibility of joel actually doing it.

he doesn’t reply, the only thing that responds to you is the sound of his hips slapping against the thick flesh of your ass, his cock pumping in and out of you relentlessly. he drops the knife on the bed in front of you, silently notifying you he won’t mark you with his blade. you expel a small breath of relief when you see it discarded.

your eyes flutter shut when he pushes you back down into his sheets, hand firmly keeping you in place by the back of your neck. his available hand unties the knot that bound your wrists together, now bending your left arm behind your lower back as he pounds into you.

a dull ache from the stretch of his cock begins to spread in your cunt but as much as it hurts, it feels just as good. “you better not waste a single drop,” he grunts in your ear, starting to move sporadically behind you, and you can’t even ask what he means, too fucked out and drooling on his bed to truly care.

it’s when he sends a harsh thrust into you, stilling inside you with a low groan. a warm sensation fills you and your clit tingles at the feeling. “how d’ya think people’ll react if they find out little red let some old man spill his cum in’ta her and got her pregnant?” he whispers in your ear and your eyes widen, shivering when he pulls out and immediately shoves his cum right back into your leaking hole.

you crane your neck to watch it trickle down your thighs and you whimper, swishing your legs around and feeling it stick together. “there’s so much…” you scoop some of it with your fingers, and his cock doesn’t soften, it flexes upward at the way you look at his cum with watery eyes, long eyelashes slick from crying over his cock.

“an’ you’re gonna get more, i ain’t finished with you yet,” his voice baritone and borderline hoarse. you look up at him, feeling weak and unsure. “more?” you whisper and he nods, a sick little smile on his lips. “you can take it,” he mutters, kicking off his boots prior to climbing into his bed. he makes himself comfortable, hands behind his head when he motions for you to crawl over to him from the foot of his bed.

you comply, something about him has installed an inability to not only obey him, but a desire to.

he settles you on his lap, scooting you backward to circle his fat reddened tip over your swollen clit. “bet you wanna cum real bad?” he murmurs, it almost feels patronizing and yet, you eat it up, nodding desperately. “mhm,” you breathily reply, your orgasm that’s been pushed off far too many times building itself up all over again from the way he rubs his tip against your clit.

“we’ll see if you get to this time,” and with the lack of a promise, he pushes into you once more, feeling prideful when his own cum gushes from your hole, squeezing his cock in a way he could grow addicted to.

“bounce on it for me.” he instructs, hands tight on your hips. his orders catch you off guard and you sit still, somehow still bashful while speared on his cock. “i-i’ve never…but i don’t know-“

“you don’t know how to bounce up and down?” he asks dryly, an eyebrow raised. “i just…”

“you just, nothin’ i suggest you start movin’ for me now. lemme see those fuckin’ tits of your bounce.” he’s serious, and you’re embarrassed at how the way he speaks to you makes you grip onto his cock harder. he notices it, leaning further into bed and straightening out his hips, intentionally pushing deeper into you, liking the way you shiver and moan at the intrusion.

you place your hands on his chest, apprehensively moving your hips up and down. the pace is far too slow for joel’s liking, but he enjoys watching you use his cock the way you seem to like it, dragging your tight little cunt all along the long expanse of his dick, no matter how far up or down you move you can’t escape the feeling of being full.

but joel only has so much patience before it runs out. a hard calloused hand slaps the curve of your ass, whistling for you to speed it up. “pick up the pace, now.”

you struggle to obey this command, he’s so huge and you’re so sensitive you’re not sure if you can. you’re moving to the best of your abilities and honestly, your struggles are endearing to him. he takes pity on you, bear hugging your waist when he begins to jackhammer into you.

you cry out, face falling and burying itself in the crook of his neck, letting him continue to use your poor little hole.

“milk my fuckin’ cock,” he grunts into your chest, his mouth latching onto the flesh again. your clit makes contact with his coarse pubic hair and you’re flushed when you acknowledge how good it feels.

“s-sir,” you moan in his ear, arms coming around to hang off of his broad shoulders. he kisses your throat, sucking a bruise into it. his hands migrate to your ass, gripping it and slapping it, hoping he leaves you incapable of sitting down correctly tomorrow morning. he wants you to only think of him whenever you try to sit tomorrow, a memory of him fully engraved into every inch of your body.

his fingers find your clit and you hiccup sob from pleasure, starting to grind down and meet his rough thrusts. “thank you sir thank you thank you,” you chant, tightening your arms around him while you try fucking yourself on his cock. “you better cum right now,” he growls, pinching your clit before continuing his circular motions. your knees clench around his lap, your cunt squeezing his cock while you unravel in his arms.

you’re panting, feeling like getting air into your lungs is an impossible feat as your orgasm rips through you, shattering through your ribcage, the sensation never fully ending due to joel fucking you through it.

he continues moving you up and down his cock, playing with your little clit. you fall limp and powerless on his chest, whimpering and crying on top of him from the overwhelming stimulation. “n-no more please it’s too much, s-so much,” you sob and he slaps your ass right where he last hit, holding onto you tighter when you try and get away from the stinging pain.

“you’re gonna give me one more,” he tells you, no sense of asking anywhere and you hide away in his chest, letting him continue using your gushing hole however he wishes.

“i don’t think i can,” you slur, eyes starting to fall half shut, your clit burning with painful pleasure from his fingertips. “yes you fucking can,” he grits, rubbing harder and fucking you faster.

“gonna make me cum again, and you’re going to, too,” he growls, fucking up into you with a force that makes you shake in his chest.

he pulls out and rubs his tip against your clit, groaning while he forces his eyes to stay open so he can watch the way he paints your tummy and pussy white with his cum. you start taking in heavy breaths, tears welling up in your eyes when you feel your second orgasm ripple through you all over again, prickles of pain mixes with the pleasure that casts over you.

“o-oh god, oh god,” you hiccup, tears streaming down your cheeks when you slump into him, feeling boneless and faint, twitching and jerking as the effects of your orgasm works it’s way through your body.

joel guides you off of his lap and lays you beside him, watching you succumb to exhaustion from him using you like a toy, and he smirks to himself, eyeing the cum that decorates your lower stomach and trickles from your thighs.

“i might just have to keep you for myself,” he whispers to your unconscious body, pulling your red hood back over your head.

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haikyuuscreaming · 5 years ago

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hi! i love your work so much and i was wondering if you could write a scenario for iwaizumi's little sister dating oiks? sorry if this isn't the kind of ask you're used to lol but thank you for this blog

GUESS WHAT HOES, I AM ALIVE AND VIBING AND IVE BEEN UNINTENTIONALLY SLAVING OVER THIS

sooooo i accidentally wrote a… 9000+ word fic about this? oops lol ok check it out if u wanna read the monstrosity (WARNING THERES SMUT AND LOSS OF VIRGINITY SO LIKE READ AT UR DISCRETION PLS!!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22552522

please enjoy the much shorter (only 1k words), alternative ending to the above fic! :)

“Nii-chan, I’m going out,” You call out.

“Again?” Iwaizumi Hajime, your older brother, sounds kind of suspicious because this is probably the eighth time you’ve said you were going outside of the house in what, two weeks? He knows you’re antisocial, introverted, and a house hermit, so you don’t blame him that he’s getting suspicious. “With who?”

“My friends,” You reply casually. You’re proud of yourself for mastering nonchalance, despite your guilt for lying to your big brother. “Himari and Lisa. We’re just hanging out at a cafe.”

“You guys spend so much time together lately. How do you have the energy, I swear,” is all Iwaizumi mutters as he retreats to his room. “Get home safe. You have enough money, right? Text me when you get there.”

“Yes, sir~”

You leave the house as quick as you can. You’re wearing a giant hoodie that swallows up most of your frame, but once you’re a good dozen meters away from the house, you take off the hoodie that makes the spring heat sweltering. Underneath your hoodie is a cute outfit you were proud to put together, but you know Iwaizumi isn’t dumb enough to think you’d wear that to a girl meeting. No, you’re not meeting your friends at the cafe.

You’re meeting Oikawa Tooru, your boyfriend of four months.

You never got to really privately hang out with him before, mainly because you didn’t know how you would keep it up with your usually lenient but nonetheless protective brother on you, but just recently you’ve had the idea of holding this facade where you go hang out with your friends, while in reality you’re just spending time with Oikawa. Even your aforementioned friends Himari and Lisa are in on it.

As soon as you get to the cafe, you spot Oikawa immediately, sitting at a table on his phone, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose.

(You know he’s been wearing his glasses more and more lately because you once said they were cute on him.)

“Tooru~” You sing out, shaking his shoulders with playful glee and he whines a little bit about how you messed up his game, but then kisses your cheek as a greeting. It never fails to make you flush red.

“You’re still wearing your glasses?” You note to him, poking at the bridge between the lenses and enjoying how his eyes kind of cross once your finger pokes. “I thought you said you liked contacts better.”

“I do,” He states in such a matter-of-fact way that you feel a little less confident. “But glasses aren’t so bad.”

“You mean you’re wearing them for me.”

“You’re so mean when it comes to teasing me! No wonder you’re related to Iwa-chan!”

You poke his nose in an attempt to frustrate him further, but he only laughs it off and pinches your cheeks. “Hey, do you wanna go order some stuff? I heard they have good pastries here~ And great milk bread, too!” His chest puffs out like it’s an honor he did the extra research, and you laugh at his charm.

“Yeah. You want your usual?”

“Of course I do.”

“Okay. Wait here, I’ll get you milk bread too.”

Oikawa frowns and slides over some money. “You know, you’re gonna make your poor boyfriend feel bad if you pay for everything. I brought money too.”

“Haven’t you been treating me to food for the past, what, seven dates?” You narrow your eyes and push away the money adamantly. “You’re reinforcing gender roles. You’re so sexist!”

“Hey, you know what I mean!!” Oikawa whines to you, holding your hand gently and pushing the money back. “Save the money for more boba or something.”

You decide to relent, but not without a price. “You’re right. Plus, I can just buy more food with your money now that you’re offering.”

His gasp makes you laugh as you stand up. “[Name]-chan!! You’re so mean, you’re gonna make me broke. Again!”

“Hey, I always order something cheap when you treat me!”

“Fair point, fair point~”

You feel your phone ringing in your back pocket as you pat Oikawa’s coiffed locks gently before walking to the rather short order-line, reciting your order in your head. Two pieces of milk bread, chocolate croissants, espresso with extra sugar for the baby over there, and [coffee of choice]. This’ll be fine. You order your treats and once you receive them, you walk back over to your boyfriend.

“I got milk bread~” You sing out lightly, shaking the shiny plastic bags of fluffy bread in front of Oikawa. He grabs them without even bothering to humor you, to which you whine. He laughs, his voice airy and genuinely happy, and kisses you.

The two of you are so engrossed in this happy, warm-hearted kiss that you don’t notice the cafe door swing open and a certain person starts walking towards you.

“Hey, [Name], I was craving coffee so I decided to swing by and- what the fuck.”

You break away from Oikawa so fast that it gives you whiplash, and you’re staring into the eyes of your big brother.

“Nii-chan!”

“What the fuck are you doing with Oikawa??”

“Nothing, nothing, Iwa-chan!”

“Were you two literally sucking face? Oh my god I’m gonna throw up. [Name], what happened to standards? You guys are dating?”

“Nii-chan, I can explain-”

“Iwa-chan, you’re so mean to me!! Of course I surpass [Name]-chan’s standards!”

You’re kind of amused the way your brother growls and drags Oikawa by the ear– and giving you a glare that forces you to follow– and drives you both to your house.

The car ride is awkward and silent, but you enjoy it because it’s funny how your usually lax and calm brother gets so riled up over this. You don’t want to see him mad, but it’s also hilarious to watch your boyfriend get scolded (beat up) by Iwaizumi, no matter how much you love Oikawa.

And as soon as you all arrive at your house, Iwaizumi hisses something into Oikawa’s ear (that you’re sure is somewhat akin to a death threat) and the two of them disappear into Iwaizumi’s room.

“[Name]-chan, please help, Iwa-chan’s gonna beat me up, Iwa-chan this isn’t what it seems-”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“… Have fun, Tooru?”

Ten minutes later, during which you heard Oikawa screaming for mercy and the telltale roar of Iwaizumi’s voice, your boyfriend walks out of the room scratched up but nonetheless happy to cuddle with you.

#oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #tooru oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #hq scenarios #haikyuu

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BROTHER SAMSON AND SISTER DEBBIE STORY CONTINUES

May 29, 2014 "Fire of Love"

When I got 2 "mai" lord's place afta d discussion he was fast asleep on d sofa in d parlor, he must have been tired afta d program.."E ku ile o", I said as I opened d door, turning 4m d sofa he slept on, partly opening his eyes, "Uhm, e e kabo..o ma pẹ ẹ kẹ", bro Samson said, closing his eyes again, as I walked 2 d sofa on which he lay sleeping, sat beside his legs, bending 2 remove my pumps. "Sorry. The lady needed some advice on her relationship & u know such could not be given in haste (I did not wait 4 his reply b4 I asked), "se ẹ ti jeun sha?"" ""Igbati mo jeun tan na ni mo ni ki n gbe ehin lele", I did not know when I slept off", bro Samson said turning again on d sofa. "Ounje temi nko?" Debbie asked "I have finished all, "mo ni boya o ti lọ mu oyan die lodo mummy"" bro Samson replied. "But we left 2geda, how do u xpect dat I wil go 2 home without informing u?"Debbie asked as she tried 2 rest her back on d sofa, dis made bro Samson 2 take out his legs 4m her back placing them on her lap.."Ebi lo le mi wonu ile yi o". "Ẹyin ko tile le ba Jesu sọna fun iseju kan pere? Assuming we have not close d service "nkọ"? Bro Samson said. "If we have not finished I will know we have not finished, my system will understand dat & wil have conditioned itself 2 dat", Debbie said yawning. "There is bread and butter in the Freezer, go & refresh yourself with that...and afterwards cook for us", bro Samson said. "Cook for "us" again? Or cook your that is, my food?" Debbie asked. "Ounje ma mu ẹ kárakára loni kẹ...tabi aunti yen ti ko e nifun lo ni?" Bro Samson replied taken off his legs 4m her lap. "Ko ye mi o. I am seriously hungry sha...ebi kì í wonu ki oro miran wọ ọ, let me get the worms in my intestines somethings to hang on to before I cook our food" Debbie said as she stands up going to the freezer...soon she gets to where d freezer was and opened it "kran-in" was d sound heard when it opened. "E gbe awon appetizer yen wa o, ebi npa emi na o", Bro Samson said, as he puts on d paid tv. "Ha-Ha-Ha. I hope we will not take your intestine to the Pacific Republican, ounje yin ti fe poju o", Debbie said. "Ife lafe fi ba ẹ jẹ ẹ. It is you who said we shd be showing our love", bro Samson enthused. "I know u will say dat", says sister Debbie as she closed d freezer, puts the bread, butter and water on a tray carrying them to where brother Samson sits. "Okay. Ki a ma ma lo ifẹ mọ abi?" asked Bro Samson. "I did not say dat...let brotherly and sisterly love continue so says me, Debbie" as Debbie puts d food on d table, slicing the bread with knife and applying butter on its surfaces. "Iwo tebi npa ju lo yẹ ki o kọkọ jẹ nibe", bro Samson said as he puts d sliced buttered bread into sister Debbie's mouth. "But you have not blessed dis food "mai" lord" Sista Debbie talking in between d chewing meal. "Eyin ko nigbagbo bi woro irugbin oka baba, ti eyin ba nigbagbo ni e o mo wipe mimu ti a mu dani yen gan o ti di yiyasimimọ...whatever I touched is sanctified", bro Samson said. "Yes sir", replied sista Debbie as she continued with the application of the butter on d bread. "But for you not to be annoyed, "Oh Lord, sanctify and bless these foods, including d one in my inestimable jewel's mouth & those already swallowed in Jesus name. Amen". Bro Samson said as he tucks d remaining bite of sister Debbie in his hand into his mouth. "Eyin laiye yin. Uhm! Oro yin gan ko ye mi mọ", Debbie said. Bro Samson talkin as he grinds d bread with his teeth "instead of you to say "amin", u are still talking" "Emi na ti se amin sinu ni", Sis Debbie said, as she also puts a sliced bread in her mouth. "Mi o gbọ amin yen. Didnt u hear me when I was praying?" bro Samson said. "O da, Amin loruko Jesu fire!" Sis Debbie said. "Why did u add "fire", you want 2 set dis place on fire ni?" bro Samson asked. "Yes o. I want dis place 2 always be on fire of love. I want "mai" lord and I to always be on fire of love, anytime, anyday, anywhere", Debbie adds trying to drink water. "Alright. Fire of love. Love of fire...nay, nay, Fire of Love is it. And I see a farmer, clearing a virgin land, afta d clearing he sets d grasses on fire, afta which he made new ridges, in which he planted d seeds. "Which seeds are these?" I heard someone asking. "They are d seeds of love, dat will produce fruits of love. Afta a While d seeds germinated & started growing, d farmer paid attention to d planted seeds, weeding out other plants beside it, those weeded out plants were what will make d plants malnourished while fighting with d plants 4 d nutrients in d soil..."bro Samson has stopped eating now, fixing his gaze on his love-sister Debbie-who by now is resting her back on a chair opposite bro Samson as dey continue 2 eat, she, Debbie was also looking at her love & gem, obviouly in love, obviously admiringly, smiling, "in love I love u, in your love you will find me", Debbie thought within her...as she continued to listen to his love and lord "...the farmer said, "those weeded out plants are doubts, inexpression, anger, bitterness, bickerings, not-open to each other, insincerity, communication gaps etc" These are d weeds dat could hamper & prevent the development and growth of those seeds of love and ultimately leadin to non-productiveness of the plant and ofcourse making the farmer's labour to be in vain..."When dis plant started bringing forth fruits, it brings them forth in hundreths..bringing forth money 2 d farmer, as well as nourishin the souls and bodies of those who ate it...Everyone who eats out of this fruit of love asks for more, because love is like honey, which when any1 tastes will ask for more; love is like energy drink, which keeps one active and alert; love is like fire, which when ignited consumes the lovers hearts and flesh; love is like deodorant, which when put on smells nice; love is like air, which living things cannot do without; love is like rail, that is specially designed for a particular transport; love is like cloth that covers man's nakedness;...uhm! As fire does not have reservation for its igniter, so does love have not respect for its igniter, "ani", so does love have no respect for any, for as it consumes the hearts of younger ones in love, so does it consume the hearts of the elderlies in love...LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! By love we live, by Love we have our being...As we, Debbie and Samson continued in love, we will be refreshed daily, becoming younger than our ages...Fire of love! May it not be put out from amongst us in Jesus name. Amen" "Amen". I have always suggested that you become an actor but u are yet to consider my suggestion" Sista Debbie said.. "Uhm!" Easting the bread again...gulping down water..."and how will you feel seeing me romancing somebody else in the movie or on stage "jare""? Bro Samson asked. "Indifferent" Debbie replied. "Indifferent? Really?" Bro Samson asked. "Yeah, Yeah. Thus is bc I know its your profession" Debbie said. "It is easier said than believe. Orisa je ki npe meji obinrin awon agbalagba wipe kosi", said bro Samson. "Se orisa jen pe meji okunrin na wa ni?" Sista Debbie replied. "I cannot answer that", bro Samson said. "You cannot answer because u know there is none", she said, "Your proposal is good. I have read thru it. I will submit it to the management for scrutiny", bro Samson said, "That will be better. That is good of you. I do not wish to see a star rot away in the closest", Debbie said. "May God bring us to the limelight in Jesus name...and may our glories come out of its hidden closets in Jesus name". Bro Samson prayed. "Amin re po." Sista Debbie replied. "Ejowo gbogbo eleyi ti A n so dun, nje ji wa ni a fe je bayi?" bro Samson asked. "But, sebi e ni e ti jeun lekan ni?" Sis Debbie asked. "Do u xpect me 2 have eaten?" Bro Samson asked. "I would not know", She replied. "O dara. Emi o ti jeun o. I was waiting 4 your return until i slept off where u find me", bro Samson replied. "Mo ro wipe e ti jeun ni o...okay. What do u want to eat?" sis Debbie asked, clearing d table. "Delicious meal. Because I want to look robust, younger and fresher before you leave 4 schl again", bro Samson said. "Even if I resume, dont I come home 4thnightly?" sis Debbie asked. "Yeah you do, but dats different 4m when u r around me now, it is much more different 4m when we are seeing ourselves regularly" bro Samson said. "Dont tell me dat u are already "missing" me...dat's why I said let us solemnize everythin b4 now, but u said nay, nay, e o ma mu mora ni o", sista Debbie said. "It is for our future. Se iwo na o ti ma "miss" mi ni?" Bro Samson asked. "I miss u daily. Particularly when u aint by me, when I get home @ night I always pray that d hours be fast-forwarded so dat d day breaks quickly so dat we see, so my missing u is an independent integer from my moving to school" she enthused. "Ironically the hours must be fully expended b4 d day breaks forth. And I think the "missings" is an assorted relationship", bro Samson said "Eyin le mo. Whether assorted or independent, "missing" na missing", Sis Debbie replied. "Worry less love, ohun to ntan ni eegun odun. Everything will soon be coupled" bro Samson said. "I pray it be soonest in Jesus name." Sis Debbie prayed "Amen" bro Samson replied as sister Debbie clears the table, takes the used utencils to the kitchen and so as to start the cooking..

TRANSLATION May 29, 2014 "Fire of Love"

afta (MEANING after) “E ku ile o", (translating this is a bit difficult, but it means the lady is greeting her fiancé when she gets back home) "Uhm, e e kabo..o ma pẹ ẹ kẹ", (meaning Uhmn, welcome.., but you are a bit late) "se ẹ ti jeun sha?"" (meaning I hope you have taken (eating) something anyway) ""Igbati mo jeun tan na ni mo ni ki n gbe ehin lele", (meaning, when I finished eating, that was when I lay my back on the sofa "Ounje temi nko?" (meaning, where is my own food) "mo ni boya o ti lọ mu oyan die lodo mummy"" (meaning I said maybe you have had a stop over at your mum’s place sucking breasts) xpect (meaning expect) "Ebi lo le mi wonu ile yi o".(meaning it is hunger pangs that drove me into this house oh (or better still I am damn hungry)) "Ẹyin ko tile le ba Jesu sọna fun iseju kan pere? (meaning You cannot even watch (or fast) with Jesus for a second) "nkọ"? (meaning what will you do or what will happen?) "Ounje ma mu ẹ kárakára loni kẹ...tabi aunti yen ti ko e nifun lo ni?" (meaning you are damn hungry today oh, what happened? Has the sister flushed off all the foods in your intestines?) "Ko ye mi o. (meaning, I wouldn’t know oh) ...ebi kì í wonu ki oro miran wọ ọ, (meaning what I only know is that one cannot be hungry and yet be talking nor thinking of another thing (it is a Yoruba Proverb meaning when one is hungry other things become suspended) "E gbe awon appetizer yen wa o, ebi npa emi na o", (meaning please bring those appetizers oh, because I am also hungry oh) ounje yin ti fe poju o", (meaning your food is getting too much oh) "Ife lafe fi ba ẹ jẹ ẹ. (meaning we want to dine with you in love) shd (meaning should) "Okay. Ki a ma ma lo ifẹ mọ abi?" (meaning shall we suspend the use of love among ourselves?) "Iwo tebi npa ju lo yẹ ki o kọkọ jẹ nibe", (meaning it is you whose threshold for hunger is high that ought to first take a bite) "Eyin ko nigbagbo bi woro irugbin oka baba, ti eyin ba nigbagbo ni e o mo wipe mimu ti a mu dani yen gan o ti di yiyasimimọ...(meaning you have no faith like a grain of guinea corn (he changed the mustard seed that Jesus said in the bible to guinea corn which is common around) for assuming you have faith you will know that my mere handling or touching the food it has been sanctified) "Eyin laiye yin. Uhm! Oro yin gan ko ye mi mọ", (meaning, you in this life (or just say, You! You!) Uhmn, I do not think I understand you again) "amin", (meaning Amen) "Emi na ti se amin sinu ni", (meaning I have said amen internally or inside of me I have answered amen) "Mi o gbọ amin yen. (meaning I did not hear you say amen) "O da, Amin loruko Jesu fire!" (meaning Okay o. Amen in Jesus name. Fire!) ni?" (meaning or what?) "jare""? (meaning the sentence would be like this with the “jare”, okay how would you feel…) Orisa je ki npe meji obinrin awon agbalagba wipe kosi", (meaning The Yoruba Elders say women/wives like an idol would not want competitors (it is a proverb saying no woman want to have a smaller wife, no woman wants her hubby to have another woman outside her) "Se orisa jen pe meji okunrin na wa ni?" (meaning can we also find a man who will want competitors with his wife) "Amin re po." (meaning a lot of amen to that) "Ejowo gbogbo eleyi ti A n so dun, nje ki wa ni a fe je bayi?" (meaning, please all that we are saying is intriguing/good but what are we to eat after this?) "But, sebi e ni e ti jeun lekan ni? (meaning, but you said you have taken/eaten something the other time) " "O dara. Emi o ti jeun o.(meaning, okay oh, I have not taken anything oh) "Mo ro wipe e ti jeun ni o... (meaning I thought you have eaten oh) e o ma mu mora ni o", (meaning you will continue to endure it oh) Se iwo na o ti ma "miss" mi ni?" (meaning are you also not missing me already?) "Eyin le mo. (meaning it is only you who know that) ohun to ntan ni eegun odun. (meaning yearly masquerade festival will come to an end (it is a proverb saying one day something will end))

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