anothersinglesimp

[anothersinglesimp]

you're mine

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

summary: jeremiah takes you to a party on the beach, and things don't go the way you planned. you end up leaving the party early out of frustration, but a turn of events causes the night to become better than you were expecting it to be.

requested by: @gillybear17 (read request here)

warnings: fighting, name-calling, smut, fem!receiving, fingering. minors dni, 18+ only!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i've been pretty busy lately so sorry this took longer than expected! also, i wrote this quickly and i'm posting without proofreading first, so i apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes lmao

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Summers in Cousins were your favorite time of the year, so much so that you counted down the days until your trip down to visit starting from the day that you left the year before. Your family stayed at the house next to the one owned by the Fisher family, and you, the two boys, and Belly and Stephen Conklin had been inseparable since you were able to walk. Spending the summer with people that were close to your age meant that you were all trusted you to go out whenever you wanted to, as long as you promised that you would be careful with one another each time. That was why all of you had headed to the beach that night when someone had mentioned a party happening to Jeremiah and Steven. The group had dispersed shortly after you had arrived, and you and Jeremiah had been hanging around by the campfire that had been set up. You walked over to the coolers that someone had brought in search of something to drink for the two of you while Jeremiah was going to find Steven to talk to him about a customer at their work earlier in the day. You turned around a few minutes later with two drinks in your hand, your eyes scanning for where Jeremiah had disappeared to in the large crowd. Your eyes finally found him, a frown instantly forming on his face once you saw Gigi, the girl that had practically been throwing herself at Jeremiah lately, talking to him. You started to make your way over to the pair when you saw her rest her hand on Jeremiah's shoulder, a foreign feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

Pushing through it, you finally came to stand a few feet away from your boyfriend just as Gigi was leaning up to press her lips against Jeremiah's, and you'd had enough. The second Jeremiah pushed her away your fist collided with her cheek, Gigi stepping backwards and holding her face with a gasp.

"What was that for?" she exclaimed, a dumbfounded look on her face that made you want to beat her up until her face caved in.

"You know exactly what that was for, slut," you said back to her, making Jeremiah's eyes go wide.

"Hey, why don't we-" he began, though you were already storming off towards the car that Jeremiah drove you to the beach in.

He sighed, beginning to run after you, but you didn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

"Y/N-"

"Jeremiah, please just shut up," you mumbled angrily, your gaze out the window the entire trip back home.

Before you could get out and head back to his place, Jeremiah grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his family's house, making you sigh.

"I'm not talking with you about this right now," you exclaimed as quietly as you could, knowing that Susannah and Laurel were probably asleep already.

"But we need to talk, Y/N," Jeremiah said, dragging you up the stairs behind him and shutting his door, making sure to lock it so that it would take you longer to escape if you tried to make a run for it.

"Gigi kissed me, not the other way around. I don't feel anything for her."

"Could've fooled me," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You seemed like you felt something for her when you were flirting with her before she kissed you."

"That wasn't flirting, Y/N, that was talking. She was trying to flirt with me, but I was turning down her advances."

You rolled your eyes at his words that might have been true but you couldn't be sure about, heading towards the door to leave.

"Y/N, wait," Jeremiah called, and you turned around to face him once more.

"Just leave me alone, Jeremiah," you exclaimed, but before you could turn around to leave, Jeremiah walked over towards you.  

Bracing both of his palms on the door around your face to effectively trap you where you were, Jeremiah leaned in and pressed his lips against you harshly, the act making your knees weak despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him so badly.

He pulled away a few moments later, and you got lost in his gorgeous eyes. A small smile formed on his face, and one hand moved down to cup your cheek.

"Let me show you how sorry I am," he whispered, and it was all you could do to not absolutely collapse under his stare.

"Fine," you mumbled out, and Jeremiah was quick to attach his lips to yours again.

His other hand moved down to press against your lower back, slowly shifting downwards to squeeze your ass. You let out a groan into his mouth, and the boy smirked as he continued to kiss you like his live depended on it.

Jeremiah moved his hand around you so it was now resting on your stomach, fingers so close to where you were desperate for him to move them to. His fingers slowly trailed down, moving under the hem of your way-too-short dress to grip your thigh underneath it.

"This thing is tiny," he whispered against your lips. "One wrong move and anyone could've seen anything."

"Maybe that was the point," you whispered back.

He was quick to brush his fingertips against you through your underwear, the fabric soaking wet from his teasing.

"God, you're drenched," he said softly, and you quickly pressed your lips against him again.

"Please," you whispered against his mouth, and the boy began to trace his fingers up and down your underwear.

You began to whine, your hips bucking upwards against his hand as you begged him to do more. Jeremiah laughed, eyes scanning yours as he moved the fabric aside, ran two fingers through your folds, and brought them back up to slide into his mouth.

You let out a choked gasp, your hips cantering forward once again as you felt your body practically humming with desire. Jeremiah let out a laugh as he saw how desperate you were, pecking your lips once again before repeating the same process as before. His soaked fingers traveled up to swirl at your clit instead, and you had to bite your tongue to stop the loud moan that was begging to fall from your lips.

"Good girl," Jeremiah whispered, and your hips practically slamming forward into his had him moving his other hand to press your hip against the door, halting tour movements.

His fingers began to ever-so-slowly trace shapes against your bundle of nerves, feeling so good but not nearly being able to get you anywhere.

"Jeremiah," you panted, and he raised an eyebrow at you in question.

"Hm?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Please," you softly whined, your eyes slamming shut with frustration and your head bowing forward.

"This isn't enough?" he asked sweetly, moving his hand away completely and causing you to let out a soft cry. "What about this?"

His middle finger moved down to slip inside of you, curling so that he could brush against the spongy spot that made your toes curl every time. Your hands quickly moved to brace yourself on Jeremiah's shoulders, and the boy began to slowly thrust his his finger in and out until you couldn't take it anymore.

"More, please," you practically cried out, and one look at Jeremiah's face told you that more was what you were going to get.

Two more of his fingers slid inside of you this time, and he started to quickly fuck you with them. Your head dropped forward almost immediately, and you bit down on his shoulder to stop yourself from being much louder, though you did still let out soft sounds that you couldn't help.

Feeling how badly you were quivering in his arms, Jeremiah moved his thumb back out to quickly circle your clit once again, your head falling back against the door with a thud.

"Shh, gotta be quiet for me," Jeremiah said, and you let out a muffled whine while nodding.

His fingers kept up their relentless pace, three of them prodding as far inside of you as he could possibly get them to go and the other turning your legs into absolute jelly as you felt your orgasm approaching. You clenched around Jeremiah's fingers, your hips moving against his with each thrust as you chased your high.

"You're mine," Jeremiah murmured in your ear, your eyes rolling backwards from his words. "Come for me, pretty girl."

Jeremiah pressed his lips against yours as you let out a cry, the tightly-wound coil inside of you breaking as your orgasm finally washed over you. Jeremiah helped you ride it out, his fingers still brushing against your walls and his thumb slowing down their circling on your clit until you were trembling in his arms from the aftershocks and overstimulation.

He pulled his fingers away from you and immediately slid them into his mouth, making a whimper fall from your lips at the sight. You could still feel yourself clenching around nothing, gasping at the feeling.

"Never forget that," Jeremiah said, making your absolutely-fucked-out eyes meet his, the smirk on his face driving you insane.

[anothersinglesimp]

○ CONQUER by @arminsfavoritepookie PT.2

PT.1 / PT.2/PT.3/ PT.4

○ Pairing: Mikasa x Eren x Fem sugar baby reader.

Synopsis: “With each mark that your lips left behind, you were claiming him as yours. It was a primal act, a physical manifestation of your connection with him.”

○ Contains: Submissive eren, thigh riding, drugging, mentions of a “thick cock”, brief smut, eren is 30/reader in 20’s. I don’t know what to put here but reblogs are so sweet thank you !!!!

Nestled into the plush leather of Eren's luxury car, the decadence of the vehicle envelopes you in an alluring opulence that dazzles the senses. The intoxicating aroma of fresh pine permeates the air, conjuring the imagery of a peaceful forest glade amidst the busy bustle of the  city outside.

You're seated next to a man whom you barely know, yet his compelling aura exudes an undeniable charm and confidence that bewitches you despite the nagging sense of caution prickling at the back of your mind.

As the sleek car glides down the road, Eren's fingers possessively coil around the wheel, his touch authoritative and deliberate. Simultaneously, his other hand languorously caresses the silken flesh of your thigh in hypnotic, circular motions, setting off a jolt of electricity that ricochets through your body.

A jarring concoction of excitement and unease seizes you as you sit beside this dark and enigmatic stranger. His skill behind the wheel, an almost hypnotic mastery, appears effortless as he navigates the roads with expert ease. You marvel at his ability to drive with such confidence and expertise, like a dancer on a stage.

Despite his cool exterior, the tell-tale trembling of Eren's knee betrays the slightest hints of nervousness that he's fighting to suppress. You wonder what secrets lie beneath, this shadowed personality. He silently soothes your mounting fears with reassuring words. Yet, the tight grip on your thigh feels both comforting and invasive, causing a swarm of emotions that intensifies your racing heartbeat.

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As Eren's sleek car came to a halt in front of his magnificent abode, your senses were immediately awakened by the sheer opulence of it all. The towering walls soared up high, like colossal guardians standing watch over untold riches and secrets.

Their enigmatic allure called out to you, urging you to venture forth and unlock the mysteries the house held within. But what struck you most about Eren was his uncharacteristic silence. As he confidently stepped out of the car, a stillness descended upon the air, as if even the elements knew to be in awe of this enigmatic figure.

His quiet intensity left you breathless, as a primal urge stirred within you. Offering his hand to assist you, a charged electric current passed through your skin, sizzling with a dark, primal need that emanated from his eyes. It was as if the silence itself was conspiring to heighten the anticipation, as you were irresistibly drawn closer to this captivating man.

Looking around at the grandeur of the mansion, you whispered in awe, "This all yours?" Eren's gaze swept over you, his eyes darkening with an intense hunger that set your pulse racing. His voice, like honeyed velvet, whispered in your ear.

"All mine."

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Finally, Eren led you to a dimly lit room, that radiated a cozy, intimate warmth. The flickering firelight danced along the walls, casting an ethereal glow upon Eren's chiseled features. His enigmatic persona seemed amplified by the enchanting ambiance of the room, drawing you closer to him like a moth to a flame.

Nestled in the heart of the room was a plush sofa, its soft cushions beckoning you to sink into its welcoming embrace and revel in the soothing warmth of the fire. The scent of burning wood and sweet spices mingled together, creating a decadent aroma that tantalized your senses.

Eren appeared slightly anxious, his usually cool demeanor giving way to nervous energy as he offered you a drink. The luxurious amber liquid tantalized your senses as you savored every drop of its exquisite flavor. A subtle warmth coursed through your body as you took a moment to revel in the delicate balance of sweetness and spice. As if sensing your eagerness, Eren moved in closer, his muscular frame drawing you irresistibly towards him.

His strong, calloused hand glided over the small of your back, eliciting an electric charge that shot through every fiber of your being. The two of you were enveloped in a seductive dance, tracing the curves and angles of each other's bodies with intense fervor. You allowed your fingers to glide sensuously over the taut planes of Eren's chest, reveling in the ripple of his sinewy muscles beneath your touch. His hot breath tickled your ear as he whispered, his voice thick with passion and longing.

"We don't have to do anything if you're not ready," he murmured, his voice a low and gravelly invitation. But your desire had been kindled, and your body hummed with a fervent yearning that could not be ignored. Your fingers traced a tantalizing path down his firm abdomen, pausing briefly at his navel before moving lower still. Every inch of his skin was a playground of sensual delight, and you eagerly explored the landscape of his desire. The chemistry between you was electric, each touch and caress fueling an insatiable need for more. You were consumed by an all-consuming lust, lost in the exquisite sensation of flesh on flesh.

your lips began to trace a path down his neck, eventually finding their way to his collarbone. You knew this spot was particularly sensitive, and you relished in the feeling of his skin responding to your touch. With each kiss, you felt a shudder run through him, and you couldn't help but grin to yourself. Slowly but surely, your lips began to grow more insistent, transitioning from feather-light kisses to hungry nibbles. As you bit down gently on his flesh, you could feel the smoothness of his skin yielding beneath you.  

But it wasn't just the sensations that you were after -oh no. With each mark that your lips left behind, you were claiming him as yours. It was a primal act, a physical manifestation of your connection with him. You wanted to mark him, to show the world that he belonged to you in every way that mattered. And he seemed more than happy to let you. 

Meanwhile, your other hand was working diligently to undo the rough leather of his belt. The texture was harsh against your fingertips, but you barely registered the discomfort as you teased him with every touch. Each brush of your hand against his skin made him twitch, made him squirm, made him grow ever more desperate for your touch. It was heady stuff, the feeling of being wanted so badly.  As his arousal continued to harden and grow, you couldn't help but revel in the feeling of power that it gave you.

But even as you enjoyed the anticipation of his touch, you knew that he was equally desperate to touch you in return. As Eren's fingers glided sensually up the softness of your thighs, a delicious shiver of anticipation washed over you like a heady rush. Despite his hesitant touch, his fierce desire was unmistakable, his passion an almost tangible presence that sent your senses into a frenzied state. Without any reservations, you drew his luscious neck to your hungry lips, eagerly searching for a kiss that would kindle his ardor to a fever pitch.

"Don't be afraid, Eren," you murmured, your voice rich with a sultry longing. "You can do whatever you want. Don't hold back." With that irresistible invitation, Eren's questing hands wandered with sensual insistence, molding the plump contours of your ass with an artistry that was both gentle and masterful.

The sensations they created made your passion swell like a wave of sweet euphoria that could only be quenched by him. Eren's hungry flesh probed at your own, his thickness thrusting into you with fevered intensity, drawing out a lustful cry that surged up from deep within your throat.  "Do you want me to show you how it's done? You want me to show you how to take control?" you taunted, luxuriating in the thrill of his embrace. "You want to be my little muse for the night, hmm? Be my little plaything and let me use you however id like"  you continued while Eren's skilled fingers danced a tantalizing trail up the delicate curves of your thighs, arousing every nerve in your being.

You were burning with anticipation for the moment when his fevered flesh would merge with yours in an unyielding display of mutual rapture. "Please," he begged, his voice throbbing with primal need. "Let me be yours. Use me however you want." His touch suddenly grew fierce and intense, his grip on your thighs tighter as he pulled you flush against his heaving chest. Like a man possessed, he ground his thighs against you, his urgent moans filling your senses with their lustful desperation.

As his fevered lips claimed yours, you surrendered utterly to his fierce ardor, savoring the overwhelming passion that surged between you both. With a grip of iron, he claimed you as his own, your heart and soul ablaze with the scorching intensity of his desire. And as you deftly stroked his thick, rigid cock, reveling in the slick wetness that soaked his pants, you knew that nothing could compare to the thrilling depths of his raw, sensual passion.However, for Eren, the situation was both new and daunting.

He had certainly met plenty of women before, but he had always been in a subservient role in the bedroom, his wife, Mikasa, leading the charge. But as you took control, he could feel something within him ignite - a spark of nervous excitement, of uncharted territory that both thrilled and frightened him. 

It was that sense of the unknown that left Eren hesitant, cautious in his movements, as if any misstep might ruin the chance of a truly mind-blowing experience. He was keenly aware of the time, and he knew that when Mikasa inevitably returned, things would take an entirely different turn.

The mellifluous cadence of your voice sparked a jolt of surprise within Eren, promptly pulling him out of any wandering thoughts that had muddled his mind. Your nimble fingers deftly unfastened his belt, liberating his jeans from their suffocating grasp.

As his jeans slinked down his chiseled hips, his V-line was on full display, eliciting a sinful bite to your luscious lips.  His body gave a guttural moan as he sank into the plush embrace of the couch, eagerly anticipating the ecstasy that was to come.

You straddled Eren with an alluring grace, exposing your toned legs through the ruched hemline of your dress. The supple fabric cascaded around your thighs, gathering in tempting folds and revealing a pair of exquisite light pink panties. 

The sight of you sent his pulse racing and his breathing erratic. His gaze remained transfixed, as you slowly undulated your hips against him. Each movement was filled with sensual curves, grinding into him as his body quaked with longing.

The unbearable need for release was growing, yet he remained at your mercy, overwhelmed by a surge of scintillating sensations. The leaking  swollen head of his cock strained against the flimsy cloth of your panties, only barely held at bay by the front of his boxers. The fabric soaked with precum, the faint scent of his need tantalizingly mingling with the vanilla and jasmine of your perfume, permeating the air.

The scene was quite lurid. Your hands trembled as they found their place on his broad shoulders for support. Erens large, powerful hands directed your hips at a quicker, more aggressive pace. The abrasive sound of fabric rubbing against fabric filled the air as you approached the height of ecstasy.

So close were you to reaching the apex of pleasure, you were completely oblivious to the presence of a woman standing in the doorway, her piercing gaze focused intently on your sinuous movements as you gyrated against her husband.

The lascivious encounter, so raw and intense, left an delicious impression upon Mikasa.

who was witnessing every single illicit detail.

[anothersinglesimp]

ROCKSTAR EREN

( How Rockstar Eren would treat his Girl..)

Rockstar Eren was a puzzle to most. A brusque exterior hid a man of undeniable talent, whose passion for music was reflected in the rough callouses on his fingertips. His long locks, typically tied back in a tight bun, were just as iconic as his gravelly voice, a voice that had captured the hearts of thousands of fans around the world. Yet, despite all his success, the outside world viewed him as nothing more than a stoned, talented fuckboy.

  But you knew the truth. 

You had seen past the façade, the walls that he had erected around himself. You knew that beneath it all, he was a soft-hearted, loving man who craved your touch and presence. In fact, he loved nothing more than cuddling with you after shows, basking in the warmth and comfort that only you could provide.

It was a side of him that few ever saw.  And then there were the tattoos. A myriad of silly doodles that littered his body, all drawn by you with a simple pen. They were small and simple but permanent— each held a special meaning, a symbol of your relationship in the future.

Forever.

Rockstar Eren would never admit it openly, but backstage, before a performance, he craved the comfort and support of your touch, the reassuring kiss of your lips. 

Despite what many might believe, Eren Jaeger had no love for smoking. In fact, he despised the very thought of it, except when he was dealing with crippling anxiety before a performance and you weren’t on tour with him.

He kept a blunt tucked away behind his ear at all times, just in case. Whenever he felt those pangs of unease start to gnaw at him, he would sneak away backstage, quickly sparking up the joint, throwing his head back and inhaling deeply. The cool smoke worked wonders on his frayed nerves, quelling the surge of emotion that threatened to overcome him.

Rockstar Eren was particular about the pictures he kept in his wallet, but none held more importance to him than the Polaroid of you. Whenever he was backstage, prepping for a show, he would take the time to study your image, to remind himself of the reasons why he was there, and to rekindle the flame of passion within him.

With the picture propped up on the counter beside him, Eren would light the joint and breathe in deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs, savouring the sharp burn in his throat before slowly exhaling. He lived for these moments, when he was all alone with his thoughts, with only the sweet smell of marijuana and the warmth of your smile to guide him through the turbulent emotions within him.

In those rare and private moments, Eren found a peace he couldn't attain any other way. That feeling, that euphoria that filled him to the brim, that's what kept him going through every trial and tribulation, every moment of doubt and self-loathing. With each puff of smoke and each passing moment, Eren felt more grounded, more connected to the world around him. And he knew that you were the reason for that.

He was a force of nature, and you were his muse, his source of strength and inspiration.  So while the outside world may view him as nothing more than a guitarist and a bad boy musician, you knew the truth. You knew the man behind the persona, the soft-hearted, loving man who was so deeply in love with you. And as long as you were his, he would continue to rock the world with his music, one soulful song at a time.

Rockstar Eren might never confess to being possessive. To him, the word feels almost negative, something that suggests an inability to trust others or to be secure in a relationship. But when it comes down to it, he is nothing if not possessive in his affections.  It's not even about jealousy, really, although that is certainly part of it.

When Eren sees you speaking with another man, his whole demeanor changes. His eyebrows furrow slightly, and his mouth settles into a tight line. He tries to keep it together, but his whole body tenses up with irritation.  Most of the time, he tries to be patient.

He knows that it's not reasonable to expect you to only ever speak with him, and he doesn't want to come off as needy or clingy. But it's hard. He can feel his patience slipping away with every moment that passes.  On occasion, he'll let the conversation run its course. He'll wait it out, gritting his teeth all the while. But more often than not, he can't help himself.

He interrupts you mid-sentence, desperate to insert himself into the conversation. He kisses you deeply—before dragging you away and peppering you with desperate pecks on the cheek. Afterwards, after your neck is littered in marks from his tantrum, he'll feel a twinge of shame at how needy he can be. He doesn't want to be that guy who always needs attention and affection, who can't handle seeing you give someone else even a shred of your time.

But at the same time, he just can't help it. When he's with you, he wants to be the only thing on your mind, the only one you focus your attention on.  It's kind of cute, in its own way, the way he gets all pouty and fidgety when he feels threatened.

Rockstar Eren had just finished a mind-blowing performance and his veins were pulsating with adrenaline. Despite all the post-show excitement, his mind could only focus on one thing - teaching you how to play guitar.

You both were lounging on the luxurious hotel bed, surrounded by an array of instruments. Eren gazed at you intently, imagining how gorgeous you would look playing his guitar.  Without hesitation, Eren wrapped his strong arms around your body, placing your back flush against his broad chest.

You could feel the warmth of his breath on your ear as he gently positioned your fingers on the strings of the guitar. As you began to play, your eyes darted back and forth between the fretboard and Eren's piercing gaze, biting your lip in concentration. 

"Am I doing it right, Ren?" you asked tentatively, hoping to please him with your performance. The rockstar's cheeks flushed with admiration, his heart fluttering at the sight of you struggling to play the chords correctly. "You're doing great, baby," he whispered, the endearing nickname sending shivers down your spine.

"Just keep playing like that."

Rockstar Eren can only be defined as a munch. He finds complete joy in the art of pleasing a woman, and what better way to do so than with the delicate and exquisite act of going down on you?

Eren is so infatuated with eating you out he cannot, and will not, stop until the juices are dribbling down his chin and his jaw is sore. The sound of your needy whimpers just turn him on even more—he’s withering and humping into the mattress like a mad man trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly.

The way he has to pry open your thighs just to keep you from running away from the incredible sensation he provides, brings out a side of him that is nothing less than primal. When you tug on his hair in ecstasy, Eren knows he has reached a new level of arousal that cannot be contained.

Even when you dig your fingernails into his scalp, Eren still remains devoted to fulfilling every want and need of your pussy beneath him. For him, there is nothing more rewarding than to taste, feel, and making you quiver with satisfaction.

You felt so overstimulated, your breaths coming out in gasps. "Please ren, I can't anymore," you pleaded with tears streaming down your face. But he didn't seem to hear you. He kissed your thigh before devouring your pussy again.

"Not done with you yet baby, just a little bit more."

[anothersinglesimp]

thinking about getting your nails done with eren. he’s done it a few times in his life, be it the result of a dare, or for his own enjoyment and pleasure, but he didn’t care that much for them, letting them chip and smudge until the only thing left on his nails was some sloppy black dots. so, he doesn’t say much when you make such request of him, messily throwing himself on your shared bed, laying on his tummy and offering you his left hand, as he scrolls through the music playlist you two share with his right one, tapping the shuffle button with his thumb and letting the music fill the empty, silent, yet comforting space between the two of you.

yet, what does surprise him is when you ask of him to return the favour, ask him to paint your nails as well, calling it couple bonding. he peers at you with wide eyes, raising a brow in suspicion, wondering whether you were serious or not, but he stays quiet. he stays quiet as you place your smaller hand in his, the comforting warmth of his skin enveloping your own. he stays quiet as you watch him with loving eyes while he tries — keyword tries — to carefully paint your nails just as you did to him. he stays quiet as he adds the final touches, the letter E on your ring finger, before bringing your hand up to his lips, giving it a soft, chaste kiss.

and he stays quiet as you move to sit on his lap, to wrap your hands around his neck and tangle them in his long, messy hair, and to kiss him like he’s never been kissed before.

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haunted houses

ft. miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, and kuroo tetsurou

request: Request for going through a haunted house with Atsumu, Bokuto, and Kuroo? And say their s/o gets scared as hell at the jumpscares

a/n: congrats you picked literally the most insufferable people to go to a haunted house with

masterlist

miya atsumu

i hate this man i’m only half joking

out of the three, atsumu’s probably the cockiest going in

loving every SECOND of you clinging to him as you go through this, even if it’s only during the worst jumpscares

“what’s the matter babe? need me to protect you?” i want to pUNCH HIM IN THE FACE

Keep reading

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HEADCANON FOR KUROO: HE GIGGLES

not a classic guy chuckle like you’d expect, which he does do, but GIGGLES. Whenever he knows he’s pissing someone off but they can’t do anything/get to him, all you hear is just a high- pitched “hehehehehehe”

You’re laying in between Kuroo’s legs, back pressed against his chest, as you watch your favorite show. Key word- you. Meanwhile, you can feel Kuroo trying his hardest not to laugh at who knows what on his phone.

And then you hear it:

*ding*

“hehehehehehe”

You crane your head back to look at him, the light from his phone revealing the winsome and slightly mischievous smile on his face in the dark. “Kuroo what are you doing?” You ask.

The fact that you called him out on whatever he’s doing only makes him giggle more. Through his little fit, you can hear him say with a hint of pride “texting tsukishima.”

#kuroo headcanons #kuroo #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro headcanons #kuroo comfort #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #kuroo hcs

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⤷ HQ Boys with a Touch Starved S/O - Captain Edition Pt. 1 with Daichi, Kuroo, & Oikawa

a/n: this was originally an anon request (see below) but I thought I’d turn it into a hc series because it’s such a good concept!

request: ok can i request some soft relationship hcs for kuroo and daichi ?? literally flipping out finding someone who loves these boys as much as i do oml. the boys (separate) with a touch starved s/o but that won’t really admit it ?? ahhh thank u 🥺🤍

a/n: i’m flipping out too anon 🥺 and yes ofc! Thanks for requesting 💖

Kuroo Tetsurou

➵ Tetsurou is a very attentive and intuitive person, especially when it comes to you. He knows that you have the tendency to repress your feelings, and even though you have agreed to gradually start opening up to him, he knows that everything requires time and process.

➵ And that’s where he uses his empathetic skills to good use. But these past few days, you have been making it very easy for him to know that something is bothering you. Tetsurou knows you are yearning for something that is very difficult for you to admit.

➵ Hand holding is the extent of his public affection because no matter how much he wants to circle his arm around your waist, he respects your boundaries and doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed. But when you suddenly grab his hand and drag his heavy arm to loosely rest it on your shoulder, he is left bewildered.

➵ “What? I-I’m just cold.” Admittedly, yes, it is cold for an early December night, but Tetsurou knows that cold isn’t the reason behind your action. He looks down ar you with a mellow smile on his face before pulling you closer into him. When he feels your arm slowly and hesitantly move upwards, he flashes you his signature smirk. “No need to be shy, baby. You know I won’t mind,” he says before grabbing your hand and gently places it around his waist.

➵ Tetsurou hoists you off the ground as soon as you walk past the door to your apartment, catching you off guard as you squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. Flopping you down on the couch, he lets his body rest on top of yours while pressing soft kisses on your neck.

➵ “I always know what’s in that head of yours, baby.” Tetsurou’s voice is full of love, his eyes searching yours while hands playing with your hair that he loves so much. You love moments like this with him, where the empty spaces in the apartment are staring at you as your bodies are cuddled up close to each other. Because no matter how warm your hands feel when you hover them over that radiator standing in the corner of the room, it can never compete with the warmth of Tetsurou’s body on top of yours.

➵ “You want cuddles? I’ll give you all the cuddels in this world. You want affection? Baby, you know you own my heart, you know you own my love.” You look into his eyes and wonder what part of you deserves a flawless human being like him, but a small kiss he plants on your forehead is a reminder that you deserve even more than what the world can offer.

➵ “I’ll give you all the cuddles you want after we get changed, okay baby?” And that night you drift off to sleep in his warm embrace and wake up in the morning to a heavy arm spooning your waist. You look at his peaceful sleeping face through your half lidded eyes and smile, knowing that Kuroo Tetsurou will never, ever let you go.

Sawamura Daichi

➵ “What time will you be home tonight?” Daichi’s phone vibrates with a text from you while he is munching on his lunch. “Earlier than usual, I’ll be home soon,” Daichi types a quick reply, and as he is driving away, his mind once again wanders to the sudden change in your behaviour. Not that he is opposed to it, Daichi smiles, the taste of your lips from a heated kiss you gave him this morning still lingers on his lips.

➵ He thinks about how last night you casually invaded the bathroom and joined him in the bath, using ‘I miss you too much’ and your puppy eyes to logically rationalise yourself. Again, not that he is opposed to it, Daichi smiles when feeling a slight sting on his back from the scratch marks you had left him after last night’s rather steamy session.

➵ As he pulls up into the driveway, he wonders what behaviour of yours will greet him tonight. The jingle of his keys is followed by a sound of rushed footsteps towards the door, and he is almost thrown backwards when you wrap your arms around his waist. “Welcome home,” your voice is muffled, your head buried deep into his chest.

➵ Daichi smiles and again, he isn’t opposed to this sudden change of your behaviour. Arriving home to you running into his arms when he would normally see you sprawled out on the sofa while munching on your snacks is a drastic change he really enjoys. “I’m home my love.” You hum in contentment when Daichi softly kisses the top of your head.

➵“Someone has been very touchy lately,” he teases you while walking towards the kitchen. Your face goes bright red at knowing that your plan to make it very subtle had completely floundered. “You know that you can tell me anything, right, angel?”

➵ You make your way towards him and tangle your arms around his neck. “I just—, I don’t know, I guess I really like it when you touch me or like — you know, hug me, or cuddle me.” Your voice quivers and barely audible, but when Daichi pulls you down to sit on his lap, you know that it was loud enough for him to hear everything.

➵ “Now isn’t that so much easier than desperately searching for my arm to spoon you while I’m fast asleep like last night?” Your eyes widen at his sudden revelation and you try to wriggle out of his lap, only for his grip to tighten around your waist. “You better not get sick and tired of me following you around the house, okay?”

➵“Your happiness is my number one priority, and I will do anything to see this sweet smile of yours.”

Oikawa Tooru

➵ When he was driving and you grabbed his arm from the stirring wheel to rest it on top of your thigh, he hasn’t suspect anything. But with you now by his side, both arms clinging onto his waist while he is talking to his teammates? Tooru knows something is bothering your mind, and he might know exactly what your current concern is.

➵ But his true nature tells him to not give you your satisfaction. So when you grab his arm to bring it over your shoulder, he deliberately lets go, pretending that he has forgotten something in the locker room. When you once again grab his hand from the stirring wheel, he refuses your touch yet again, this time using the radio volume as his excuse. The click of your tongue that comes only seconds later is the most satisfying noise Tooru has ever heard in his life.

➵ But when he sees your frustrated face with your eyes brimming with tears that are about to overflow, he quickly stops you from getting out of the car. “Talk to me, baby.” His voice stern and you can hear a hint of regret, mayhaps from all of the teasing he had done intentionally.

➵ “You’re just gonna tease me some more, so no.” You pout about to throw a tantrum, but Tooru swiftly pulls you into his arm, your head resting on his shoulder while taking in the minty scent of his body wash. “How can I not tease you when you have that cute pout on your face?”

➵ Tooru rubs small circles on your back while his other hand is caressing your hair, gently brushing his fingers through it. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?” he asks, and you nod on his shoulder, hoping that he can feel your small gesture. A wave of calmness rushes throughout your body; the soft pelting of rain on the car window and Tooru’s warm embrace around your form gives you a sense of belonging, and a sense of reassurance that you are loved and that you are cared for.

➵ “I’m sorry for all the teasing, baby.” Tooru’s voice was calm and serene, like the rainwater falling from the dark clouds to finally join the river, flowing smoothly and soothingly down the mountain.

➵ “Well, it’s a wet and rainy day today, so what about we put on a movie and I will cuddle you until you fall asleep?” You nod in excitement, and for the first time in your life, you think that the rain cloud isn’t so bad after all.

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sunburn, jj maybank x reader

warnings/content: swearing; tears? idk just reader getting really emotional near her period lol.

note: i think this is the cutest request i’ve ever gotten :,) the concept is just adorable and i hope i did it justice <3

“what are you looking at, maybank?” you asked once you considered you’ve had enough already, whirling your head at the boy’s direction.

you could spot jj staring at you out of the corner of your eye, and he’s been doing that for quite a while. it was hard to focus on anything else you had to do—that in the moment was gathering your things into your backpack at the back of john b’s minivan while you waited for the rest of your friends to come out of the beach so you could leave—when you could feel his insistent gaze upon you like a burning brand.

you were already used to his nonstop gaping at you. it was as if jj had to always be looking at you during the day, and whenever you’d catch he’d just excuse himself with something like “you’re way too pretty to be true”.

but right now it felt different and you wanted to know why. in fact, it was kinda unsettling not to know what the heck he was looking at, ever since you got out of the water back at the beach. plus, when you turned to face him as you questioned the reason for all the staring, you saw he was smiling.

it turned into a full blown grin when your directed all that annoyance combined with curiosity towards him, like he was having a really good time with your disconcert. he pointed a finger at your face and gestured vaguely to your features. “you got a sunburn, babe.”

“i did?!”

a second after your half gasp, half exclamation, your hands were scrambling to find wherever did you toss your phone in your bag. when you did find it, you rushed to place the screen in front of your face so you could check your current state in the mirrored surface. you almost whined with what you saw—you had most definitely gotten a sunburn. again.

“yeah, you did.” you heard jj confirm while you were still analyzing the miserable situation. “let’s pretend it’s any kind of surprise. whenever we spend that much time at the beach you always end up with your face looking like a tomato.”

you didn’t know what happened then. in one moment, you were still processing jj’s words and the very familiar playful tone that carried with them. in the other, you were already predicting what was going to happen next, but that you couldn’t quite stop before it did—in the matter of seconds you were sensing the stupid, and very recorrent at this time of the mount, tears that gathered up your eyes with astonishing speed.

you tried to turn your face away from your boyfriend to prevent him from seeing you in such embarrassing state, but as soon as you did you felt a very audible sob tear from your chest. you immediately felt the urge to hide your face into the nearest hole and never come out again.

for a few long seconds of silence only broken by your sniffling and some occasional small whimpers, jj just stood there in a shocked state. he seemed not to know how to discern what had just happened and neither if you wanted him to give you some space to compose yourself or if you would prefer him to touch you. after a moment, though, he broke himself out of his temporary haze and was rushing to your crying form in a beat.

“oh shit— hey… hey, what?” confusion dripped in his tone, and he very hesitantly brought both his hands to pull on your wrists so he could sign you to let him see your face—since you were just now pressing the heels of your hands to your closed eyelids in sheer embarrassment. you obliged tentatively, but couldn’t find it in yourself to look into his eyes, so you opted for hiding your face in his chest instead. when you said nothing, he added softly: “why are you crying?”

“i don’t know.” you admitted honestly. you really didn’t know why you would get all sentimental a week or so before your period came, and you hated that you had just started crying over a comment that you knew jj meant as nothing else than a joke, and that you would had probably laughed at along with him if he had said it just a few days ago, but it wasn’t like there was a thing you could do about it. “i— i just always get like this when i’m near my period, remember?”

you felt jj’s chest heaving one time as if he had just let a relieved sigh, probably just now remembering about that one detail. it was just the first time he had directly made you cry and it affected him more than you thought—there was something that resembled guilty in the way he crossed his arms around your shoulders a bit more tightly than he normally would. you made sure to turn your hold across his waist just as firm to let him know it was alright.

“i do, and i understand, babe. just—” he trailed off, then started again. “just please don’t cry. it breaks my fucking heart when you cry.”

you gave him a nod of your head—you didn’t feel any tears coming anymore, but you still breathed in heavily before you whispered: “i’m sorry for this.”

“why are you apologizing? there’s nothing to be sorry about.” jj assured you, leaning his head over to plant a quick kiss on your forehead, then pulling away from you just enough to be able to wipe away the single tears left that had rolled down your cheeks moments before. after that, you saw a smile starting to form on his lips. “also, i think it was kind of my fault. i was the one who applied your sunscreen in the first place. i don’t even know why you still trust me for these kind of things, honestly.”

a small laugh popped out of you and you lightly shoved him on the arm. it was true, he always did a poor job when it came to making sure your skin wouldn’t get half as red as it had turned now, and yet you would always ask him to do it for you. the thought made you shake your head to yourself. “you really are the worst.”

“hey!” jj protested, his mouth dropping at your comment. it only made you smile wider, and you took a step closer to close the already small gap between you so you could pull him into one last hug.

“j?” you called after some quiet seconds. he hummed in response, to distracted in gently running his fingers along the length of your hair. “please don’t tell the others i just cried. kiara would never let me live it down.”

he laughed loudly. jj’s hands were holding both sides of your face softly when he pulled you in for a kiss, mumbling his answer right against your lips with a palpable smile tugging at his own mouth. “i won’t tell them, princess. promise.”

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jj blurb with him and reader playing twister?

warnings/content: swearing and jj being an annoying boyfriend but overall just fluff.

note: the way this request is my everything? so so cute and i just love it so much, thank you for requesting babe <3 ended up a little longer than a blurb tho

“this was the worst idea you guys could have ever had.” you complained for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour. “i literally have my ass on jj’s face right now.”

“and that was supposed to sound like a bad thing?”

it was needed more than just a little concentration to keep your hands balancing your weight, doing their best to prevent you from falling on the twister mat, while lifting your leg to try and throw a blind kick on jj who was also playing just centimeters behind you.

jj’s muttered “oomph” followed by the muffled sound of your foot colliding with something solid, probably his chin, was totally worth your struggle.

“y/n, stop complaining and stop hitting jj.” you heard pope from his spot beside you. “jj, stop giving y/n reasons to hit you.”

“as if he could ever manage to do that.” john b snickered. you ignored it and turned your head to look at pope—he was the one giving the instructions since the beggining, while the rest of you took turns to play on duos.

when he said to place your right foot on the red circle, was when you made your first wrong move in all the rounds you’ve played this night. and it hadn’t been your fault.

as soon as you started moving your leg to the other requested position, was when you sensed a fucking bite on the back of your thigh. you squealed in surprise and only had time to quickly turn around before falling on the mat, averting landing on your face. you realized you had lost right away, and so did jj.

“fuck yes, dude!” he shouted so loudly that it made you grimace at the sound of his voice, still laying miserably on your back as you watched him punch the air in victory, a triumphant grin plastered on his face. “you finally lose!”

“because you cheated, you asshole!”

“oh come on, princess.” he bent down, placing both arms by your sides to keep him from falling too, and stole a peck on your lips. “just accept you’re a loser. life’s not good all the time.”

he didn’t have time to dodge it when you wacked his face away from yours, though that didn’t stop jj from laughing his ass off while you shouted yet another time to accuse him from cheating.

you couldn’t deny that, as annoying as he could be, the sound of jj’s laughter made you want to smile too. you were so focused in the task of not letting him have the satisfaction of having you crack a grin at him that you didn’t even notice your friends watching the whole scene.

“this is definitely much more entertaining than i first thought it would be.” sarah said, holding back a laugh as she adjusted herself better on john b’s couch to watch more comfortably to the discussion.

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Can I please request headcanons or scenarios, whichever you're more comfortable with, with Iwa, Suga, Kageyama, Kuroo and Tsukki with a s/o who likes having her hair/head stroked/petted (sorry I have no idea how to phrase that) but she's too shy to say it so one day when they're cuddling she kinds just grabs their hand and puts it on her head hoping they'll understand? 😅 Haha sorry if it's too much of a hassle but thanks anyway

Sure, anon!! Hope these suffice, thanks for requesting!! this was pretty cute.

IWAIZUMI

His hand awkwardly settles upon your head, unmoving. He’s confused by your actions but doesn’t question them, merely staring at you with a slight raise of an eyebrow. You groan, covering your blushing face.

“Are you really gonna make me ask?” you mumble out, Iwaizumi just being able to hear you. It’s quiet for a moment as Iwaizumi thinks, wondering what you were so flustered about. It suddenly hits him.

“You want me to play with your hair?” his words almost make you purr in delight, but you hold it back.

“Yes…please,” you beg quietly, and he wastes no time threading his fingers in your hair. Silence falls, but it’s far from unwelcome as you bask in the pleasure of Iwaizumi’s touch.

“You don’t have to be so shy…just ask me next time…” he grumbles out, sounding flustered himself. You remove your hands from your face, looking up at him.

“Hey! You get just as shy as me!”

“No, I don’t!”

SUGA

You decide to be slick and grab at Suga’s hand whilst he’s busy talking to you about something, he isn’t phased when you put his hand upon your head and give it an encouraging pat, hoping he understands.

Without skipping a beat, Suga’s fingers scratch lightly at your scalp as he continues talking and you resume listening to what he has to say with a content smile.

He’s absentmindedly playing with your hair as if it’s a natural for him to do, only when he really notices what he’s doing does he look over at your hair, his thumb grazing over a strand of your locks as he admires its beauty. Suddenly, he stops talking and you watch him intently.

“You have beautiful hair,” he comments gently, eyes grazing over your locks with softened admiration in his eyes. He pauses for a moment before going back to what he was talking about, his fingers continuing to play with your hair.

KAGEYAMA

It was stupid to believe your oblivious boyfriend would understand your actions of putting his hand on your head, Kageyama merely stared at you with eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Uh…” he mumbled, unsure on what to say. Was he supposed to know what you wanted, was this a normal couple thing? He blushes at his lack of knowledge and experience, hoping he didn’t disappoint you for not knowing better.

“Pet my hair, please?” you ask, avoiding eye contact. You were trying to avoid asking him directly, but oh well… he didn’t seem to be focused on your timid way of asking.

“O..Of course…” he stutters, awkwardly touching your hair. You put your hand upon him, guiding it in stroking motions upon the top of your head.

“Like this…” you instruct, and he nods in understanding. You remove your hand, relaxing as Kageyama keeps up the actions.

KUROO

His head lifts in question, eyes tracing over your blushing face. You can feel his stare on you, but thankfully your eyes are closed and you don’t meet it.

“Ahhh…” Kuroo mumbles knowingly, “Shy, are we?” he remarks teasingly, but his fingers run through your hair comfortingly. You don’t say anything, and instead, lift the blankets so they’re covering your blushing cheeks.

Kuroo laughs at your attempts to hide, muttering a small, ‘cute’ underneath his breath. He appears to be in his element as he plays with your hair, alternating between stroking your locks to scratching at your scalp to twirling strands of your hair between his finger.

You’re overcome with pleasure, sighing out contently. 

“Enjoying it, baby?” you flush at his pet name, but nod your head in reply. Kuroo pauses his movements, but before you can complain, he cups the side of your face furthest from him, pulling you in closer to give you a firm kiss on your temple.

TSUKISHIMA

“What are you doing?” you blush at Tsukishima’s words, instantly regretting your decision to take his hand and settle it upon your head without a word. You’re consumed by embarrassment but cling to the last sliver of your dignity.

“Come on, Kei…I thought you would be smart enough to figure it out,” you look up at him, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“Would it have killed you to just ask?” he questions, his long fingers beginning to stroke through your strands of hair, brushing out any knots that catch his fingers along the way.

“Damn it, brush your hair some time, dumbass,” you laugh at his words, humming contently as he continues stroking your hair.

“Don’t need to, I have my own personal hairbrush right here.” Tsukishima scoffs and you close your eyes, enjoying the affection.

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Hey, if you're up to it, can you do nsfw Hc's for Sugasuga and Kageyama? If not just something with Suga

hc requests are open :) the rest under cut bc it got long LOL

suga; nsfw:

he’s a talker, likes to tell you how good you feel, how good you make him feel, how much he loves the way you arch up against him, how beautiful you look just like this, how he thinks about this all the time, dreams about all the different ways to make you scream till your voice is hoarse, till you’re sore and whimpering and begging him to stop 

highkey a sadist; would edge you till you cry then kiss you and call you cute, tell you there’s nothing he loves more than when you’re squirming and whining beneath him 

“poor little princess, does that feel good? ah – it feels good for me too, but too bad, you won’t get to come till i say. you can do that, right? be good for me?” 

suga’s packin heat. fite me on this. 

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needed this

Hey ! Kind of have a request ! im sorry for dropping this randomly. I just need some comfort 😅 can u do one where kuroo and suna basically comfort their s/o because their dad is abusive? But verbally not physically. Mostly the dad is verbally abusive towards the s/os mother and the s/o is tured frustrated and feels useless in a way cuz they cant do anything abt it. I just need some fluff and comfort please.thank you so much

hey! i unfortunately don’t write for suna (at least not yet, anyway), but hopefully this’ll help you feel better 🤍

"and here, you—" kuroo’s explanation is cut off when the sound of the front door slamming reverberates throughout the house. he glances at you, and takes in your lips pressed together, your grip on your pen. 

“do you want to keep going?” he asks softly, and you close your eyes. 

the sharpest emotion taking up space in your chest right now is not even fear for what’s going on downstairs, but embarrassment that it’s happening at all. kuroo knows but treats it like an open secret; it’s there, but there’s no way to bring it to light.

“yes, please,” you whisper, opening your eyes.

he watches your face take a familiar hardness and he calmly turns back to explaining the homework. it works, but not for long. her father’s voice is carrying up through the stairs, seeping through the walls, and kuroo knows that he’s lost her.

“hey, we can continue this next time,” he says gently, but her hand comes around to grasp his wrist. “tetsu, please,” you beg, hoping for him to understand, hoping for him to know that you just needs him to keep talking, to ignore whatever the hell is happening, because if he stops, everything is going to be real. “i don’t—i don’t... please.”

kuroo watches you with careful eyes, knowing what he should do. but he listens. “okay.”

you get through two more problems before the screaming and yelling and the lack of responses to fight back is too loud to ignore, and your partner swallows, setting down his pen. he tries to bargain with you, instead. “_____,” he starts, “maybe we should—”

there’s a loud slam, and you jump, squeezing your eyes and curling into yourself. kuroo is quick to react, scooting closer to collect you into his arms. you scramble to wrap your arms around his middle, your tears falling onto the black fabric of his school vest.

“i hate this,” you mumble, pressing your face against his chest. “i hate this, kuroo. i just want it all to stop. why won’t they just stop?!”

he wishes he knew what to say. he wishes he knew what to say to make everything better, make everything okay, but he didn’t. he had no idea. his sister said that his own parents fought all the time before they separated, but he was too young to remember. maybe if he did, he’d know what to say.

“i want to do something,” you sob. “i want to do something, but i don’t know what. i feel so stupid.”

he tightens his hold around you. “you’re not,” he tells you earnestly, because this he knows is the truth. “you’re not stupid, sweetheart. that’s the last thing you are.” 

“but i don’t know what to do,” you sob against his torso. “they fight and fight and fight, and my dad is an asshole and my mom just fucking takes it, and i—i just want it all to stop, or i just want to stop fucking crying about it.”

kuroo closes his eyes and rocks her in an attempt to soothe you, but the way you whimper makes his chest ache. what he wouldn’t give right now, in this moment, for you to not hurt, to not cry.

“i’m here,” he tells you, instead, with earnest affection. he may not know what to say, but he knows what he can do. “okay? no matter what, i’m here.”

you tighten your hold on him and cry.

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k so flirty kuroo in public when you're feeling down (a lil bit *cough* sexy *cough* maybe) like he knows how flustered u get when he flirts w u and he loves your reactions ? hope that makes sense :)

periodically

i’m late on this, and i didn’t proof read so just ignore any spelling errors <3

“you gonna eat that?”

your legs crossed under you, sandwich in hand, you look up at kuroo.

laying on his side on the picnic blanket, elbow propped up and head in hand, he looked at you with every ounce of concern possible.

“no, you can have it.” outstretching your hand to offer it to him, he looks up at you as if you were crazy.

“i’m not saying i want it, i just want to know if you’re gonna willingly eat it—because you’re hungry—or if i’ll have to force you to eat it so that you don’t starve to death.” he scoffs, as if he was actually hurt.

you put down the sandwich and sigh, returning to your laptop. “i don’t have an appetite right now, tetsu. i need to finish up my resume and send it to a place that probably won’t even hire me.”

in the corner of your eye, kuroo stands up, but you ignore him, typing away furiously at your laptop.

you don’t give him a reaction at all, not until he sits crisscrossed behind you, so close that you could practically feel his body heat. then he leans in, his warm breathe tickling at your ear, before he whispers, “fun fact, chemists do it on the table.. periodically.”

completely flustered, you turn around and smack his arm, whereas he throws a fit of laughter. “what the actual fuck was that!” you mumble, staring at his shaking figure in disbelief. 

“you didn’t like that one?” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “then how about we go back home and form a covalent bond?”

“i’m leaving.” you sigh, closing your laptop and packing up the picnic as kuroo rolls around on the grass, throwing out insincere apologies.

you both end up going back home, but kuroo doesn’t miss the way your features softened.

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cuddling w/ some of the karasuno boys

request:  Hi hi! I saw your request were open aaaaand i was wondering if you could write some cuddling HC with Nishinoya, Hinata, Sugawara and Kageyama, please? Also i just discovered your blog and it’s amazing, keep going! 💕✨

a/n: this is such a cute idea!!!! request for more if you want any other members! ;P oH MY GOD THIS’LL BE SO FLUFFY

[CUDDLING HEADCANONS]

-nishinoya, hinata, sugawara, kageyama

sugawara koushi.

this guy is chaotic and feral i’m telling you cuddling session will go either one of two ways, no in between

either he’s super soft and he wants nothing more tha to feel your heartbeat against his chest, or he’s in a very playful mood where he will torture you with his love 

first choice happens usually after long days, and he’ll come home and see you doing something in the room, and his heart just gets filled with this deep raw emotion of feeling so lucky to have someone like you, and he drops his stuff at the door

and then he just walks towards you, a tired, yet gently, smile on his face as he envelops you with his arms, burying his head in your neck and sighing, his deep breath causing your own heart to warm

and then he just leans backwards, and you can feel yourself about to fall and you’re like “sir? excuse me -” and then you both fall onto the bed, his weight resting on you like a safety blanket. you can try to move, but it won’t work. he just sits there and keeps you in his embrace. he’ll move it to your bed, but his face won’t move from its position

or, he’ll be chaotic. this is for the days where he is energetic and feeling like an attention-whore, and he’ll b all pouty to get into your embrace. you think it’s normal cuddling, but then you feel him smile against your neck and bite you

you’ll whip around like ??? but he just gives you this grin and smiles, “what? do you want more attention? all you had to do is ask” and then he’ll just kill the living hell out of you while muttering about how greedy you are

so basically it’s either a soft time or a time where he shoves his tongue down your throat

also, he literally smells like warm vanilla. it’s intoxicating, it just invades your senses when you’re near him and you fin yourself unable to escape his loving arms

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what the haikyuu boys teach you in relationships

tsukishima teaches you that love is sometimes slow. love is sometimes hesitant, scared to burn too bright and fizz out too fast. tsukishima is cautious: his hands take time to hold yours, his lips hover over yours with shaky breath, and ‘i love you’ is only said in his most vulnerable moments. but his love is strong, unbreakable, and he’s willing to give you his all. it just takes time, and as far as he’s concerned, you both have all the time in the world.

kageyama teaches you the simplicity of love. he doesn’t have to pick you up and spin you around when good news come. he doesn’t have to text you every second of the day. the sigh of relief he makes when he sees you proves his love for you. the way he puts all his weight onto you when he hugs you proves his love for you. love isn’t complicated with him, it’s quiet, it’s simple. ask him if he loves you, and he responds with one word: “always.”

oikawa teaches you that you can have more than one love in your life. he was living proof that you can love many things at once; but most of all he loves you and his career. but even with two lovers taking up time in his life, he never neglected you. he made time for you, cared for you, kissed you, loved you more than anyone ever before. to him, loving someone didn’t mean giving up on your dreams. if anything, you became a vital part of his dream; he couldn’t see a medal or a future without you by his side (and if he’s being honest, he loves you a little more than volleyball).

akaashi teaches you how intimate privacy is. he doesn’t have to be over the top to prove his affection for you; no one has ever seen him kiss you, no one has seen his loving smiles when he wakes up, you laying beside him. no one knows akaashi in private, only you know the taste of his lips and messy bed-head he harbors. only you have ever seen akaashi with love swimming in his eyes. knowing that you will be the only person to ever see him in such an intimate light doesn’t take away any value; it simply serves to make your love that much more special. 

atsumu teaches you the necessity of passion. love is something you should crave from your lover – your lover should be someone that makes you feel like you can breathe, like if you didn’t have them you’d drown. love should be all-consuming, no exceptions. atsumu needs you like a flower needs sunlight, he craves you like his hands crave the textured feel of a volleyball. you are not a want to atsumu – you’re a need. without you, there is no oxygen to fuel his fire.

yamaguchi teaches you what complete and unconditional trust feels like, and that you should never settle for less. there’s an unspoken understanding between you two that you both put your absolute all into the relationship and that trust will never be betrayed. no lying, no secrets, no sneaking behind each other’s back, no doubt – honest love is all you get from him, and honest love is exactly what you give back.

kuroo teaches you that it’s the little things that bring value. it’s him remembering your favorite drink and bringing it to you during your work break, it’s always eating dinner together no matter how busy you two are, its the feeling of his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you brew your morning coffee. they’re small, especially in the grand scheme of your bountiful love, but they add up, slowly but surely, and their sum is greater than infinity. 

bokuto teaches you shamelessness. he’s never been ashamed of how strongly he feels for you, nor will he ever be. there’s nothing embarrassing about loving the adrenaline rush your smile gives him, there’s no reason to be shy at the red that floods his cheeks when you kiss him. there’s no reason to hide his happiness when you visit him spontaneously at practice. he’s not ashamed of his emotions – he’s proud of them. he has pride in how much he loves you. and bokuto is in love with everything that you were, are, and ever will be.

kita teaches you that loves needs constant care. you don’t plant a seed and forget to water it, or simply not tend to it at all. love is work, it’s compromise, it’s never giving up, and it’s falling all over again when it blooms. kita doesn’t mind tending to your love; he waters it by giving you affection, he pulls out the weeds by fixing problems instead of fighting – he loves you so deeply that it’s second nature to care for you. in the end, the work is always worth it, because seeing your love bloom right before his eyes, he realizes, is all he’s ever needed. 

terushima teaches you that love should be fun and full of joy. there’s no reason that loving someone should be completely serious and perfect; imperfections make love real, they make love unique. his impulsive way of loving you is uniquely him; he loves you deeply, and diving into that pool of bottomless love he has for you from the highest diving board with no lifeguard near sparks more joy in him than should be humanly possible. he falls in love with how fun it is to love – with how fun it is to be in love with you. 

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[anothersinglesimp]

Hey!! Could you do a hc where the reader got in a fight with their family, and didn't want to stay at their house so they went to their best friend's/crush's house for the night?? With Iwa, Suga, Kuroo and Bokuto? This isnt really an emergency request, so dont feel pressured to do it!! Just wanna read smth relatable. Thanks a lot, good luck<3

hi, definitely!!! i love writing for these boys especially and this scenario sounds super comforting, so thanks for the request. i got carried away,,, and i hope i interpreted the situation correctly, too! x rue

♡ going to his house after a fight with your family

with sugawara, iwaizumi, kuroo, & bokuto

you two are oblivious best friends who have crushes on each other, no warnings apply, gn!reader | fluff

→ sugawara koushi

after having an awful fight with your family, you feel like you need to get out of the house

so you text your best friend -- whom you’ve had a crush on for years -- that you and your family fought again

you’re still typing out your next text message asking to stay over at his place when you get a phone call from suga

“come over,” he says once you pick up, his voice gentle with an underlying concern. “no need to bring anything -- i’ve got you.”

if he hears that you might have been crying or still sounded upset, he’ll stay on the phone with you as you get ready to go to his place

he’s waiting outside the building when you arrive

suga will wrap you in a warm hug

he’ll have a hot mug of your favorite drink, tea or coffee or cider or hot chocolate or anything, already prepared for you

along with tissues, snacks, movies, you name it

doesn’t matter what size you are, he’ll have clothes for you to change into

and he’ll give you a blanket and maybe a stuffed animal just for extra comfort

if you want to talk or ramble or cry, he’s very much happy to listen and comfort you as you sit on his bed

probably won’t badmouth your family unless you do, but he’s basically on your side no matter what

might first suggest something chaotic like egging your house before calming down lmao

suga will encourage you to do what you think is best and gives really good advice!

just super comforting, warm, and kind

exactly the kind of friend (and maybe requited crush) you need to feel better <3

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→ iwaizumi hajime

as soon as he gets your text, he’s grabbing his car keys and putting on his shoes

he’ll be out the door and on his way to pick you up from your house before you can even ask

will insist on it because he knows it’ll make you feel better

shows up outside your house wearing sweatpants, a hoodie, and his denim jacket over that

when you come outside, he’ll give you his jacket to wear

it’s warm and comforting, and it’ll smell like pine and detergent and linen

won’t pressure you into talking at all

but he’d be glad to hear any of your rambles or just comfort you as you cry

he’ll probably drive with one hand on the steering wheel and eyes ahead, but his other hand is in yours

(when your heart skips a beat, you have to remind yourself he’s just a friend, unaware that he’s trying to remind himself of the very same thing)

iwaizumi would rub slow circles on your hands with his palms, voice low as he calms you down and listens to you

by the time you get to his house, you’re already feeling much better

inside, he’ll give you the hoodie he was wearing and free rein over his entire closet

you’ll end up curled up together on the sofa, watching your favorite tv show you eat the late night meals he’d cooked for the two of you

he’s nervous that his crush on you will show so he might not say as much in the way of comfort

but you know that his presence and actions are more than enough to convey how much he cares about you <3

→ kuroo tetsurou

after you text him that you’ve fought with your family, he’ll reply immediately asking you if it’s alright to facetime him

when you accept the video call, his heart will break seeing you look so upset and angry

he’ll ask you to stay put at your house for a few minutes while he drives over, and you can come stay at his place for the night

he’s good at hearing people out and is a very attentive listener

will have an objective viewpoint on things, so he’s good for levelheaded advice about what to do next, like how/if you should make up with your family

cracks dumb jokes and makes bad puns to get you to lighten up

kuroo will be really relieved to see you smile, even if you still have tears in your eyes from the fight

once you get to his place, he’ll ask if you want to shower or take a bath before quietly settling down

or if you feel agitated, he might offer to walk around outside with you, even if everyone else in the neighborhood is asleep

just wants to help you feel more comfortable, basically

if you decide to take a shower/bath, he’ll set out clean clothes and the fluffiest towel he can find for you

even if you’ve stayed over before, he’s a bit nervous because wow his crush and best friend is in his house, showering in his shower, and about to wear his clothes

still, kuroo wouldn’t let his feelings get in the way of comforting you, and he’d never take advantage of your vulnerability to get closer to you

in fact, if you cling onto him or lean your head on him, he might tense up because he knows you might not be thinking clearly after your fight

he’s your best friend first, especially after you’re feeling upset and hurt from the fight

but after that night, you both definitely feel like you could be more

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→ bokuto koutarou

bokuto is devastated to hear that you and your family had a fight

he’s also automatically angry at your family because he’s always on your side

his insults about them are,,, weak because he doesn’t want to offend his crush’s family members

he’ll be like “yeah they’re so mean!!! and impolite!”

asks if you want to spend the night as his place to get away from all that for a while

it doesn’t matter how late it is, what day of the week it is, or if he had prior plans to work out or do homework or something

you’re his number 1 priority

and he’ll want to get your mind off of those things even if just for a while

once you’re at his house, he’ll bring out board games, cards, and anything else fun he can think of

and after you’ve calmed down a bit and had more time to think, he’ll talk through any issues with you

bokuto would make you laugh to feel better about your troubles

would match your mood if you were feeling happy or sad

tries his best (and succeeds) at cheering you up!

as the night wears on, he’ll dig through his closet for something for you to wear

you, watching him scrutinize all the clothes he’s ever owned: “bokuto, i can just wear anything that’ll fit”

(you don’t realize that he’s trying to find the Perfect Outfit because he loves seeing you in his clothes)

snuggled up next to him with his arm as your pillow and your hand curled in the fabric of shirt, you’ll feel much more at ease

happy to listen to you wallow and ramble, but equally happy when cheering you up <3

[anothersinglesimp]

hi rue! ♡

im very stressed for my exams and i literally can't stop crying because math is so difficult to me and my parents don't help me. im very nervous, i feel so unmotivated and i can't do that :( your headcanons give me love and help me a lot. thank you, im very tired.

i bother you if I request a random haikyuu boys give me help or love? :( please. and can you add iwazumi? sorry if i bother you again /kith

i’m really sorry to hear school is stressing you guys out :( but i’m sure you’re going to crush your exams, and please remember that you’re much more than grades you receive! <3

they comfort you when you’re stressed about school

→  SUGA takes your hands in his and calms you down. he understands the stress you feel from school, but as someone who’s handled his own stress in the past, he knows what to do. he’ll validate your feelings and make sure being around him is a safe space for you to spill any concerns or anxieties you have about school. he definitely helps you with your assignments and studies, and because you know your own subjects and skillsets best, he helps you help yourself. 

→  IWAIZUMI is your rock when you’re stressed out. he’s a shoulder to lean on when there are stressful times, especially when it comes to something like school. he makes sure you get the help you need, whether it’s study sessions with him, a deadline extension from your teacher, or anything else that will make you feel better. if you start to panic, he’ll pull you to his chest and reassure you, whispering comforting words to you.

→  KUROO knows firsthand how it feels to have pressure on you due to school, especially when you’re blaming yourself. he tells you that you have nothing to feel guilty about; school can be crushing, but he’s there to support you. you two might have study sessions together even if the subjects you’re studying are totally different because just being in each other’s presence is motivating, and in case you start getting tense and anxious, he’s there to comfort you again. 

→  BOKUTO cheers you up. when he notices you’re stressed, he does his best to pull you out of your negative thinking. even though the things he says are cheesy, they’re all true. he says that he’s not the best at academics so he can’t help you with your studying as much as he wishes he could, but he’ll do his best to help you in any way you need no matter what. he’s there to hug you and reassure you that you’re going to be okay.

→  SUNA can always tell when you’re stressed out, and he’ll drop everything he’s doing to comfort you. he’s there if you want to cry or rant, he’s there if you want to quietly sit and study, he’s there for anything you need. it pains him to see you stressed out about anything, and he knows how terrible the pressure from school can be, so he empathizes with you completely and does his best to make you feel better again through his words and actions. he reassures you and believes in you when you set your goals, and even if it feels like you’ve failed to achieve something, he’s there to hold you tight and remind you that you can talk to him.