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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AND HOW THEY BREAK YOUR HEART

ft. oikawa; sugawara; atsumu; ushijima; kita

OIKAWA TOORU: makes time for everyone but you

you tried to ignore the sting in your heart, tossing your phone on the mattress. at this point you were setting yourself up for the hurt and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from watching his stories. and he was always out and about, meeting various people — friends, colleagues, family, coworkers, anybody. just not you. you were always left behind, barely seeing your boyfriend, only getting a few texts. you knew he had a lot on his plate but would it kill him to spend some time with you, or just acknowledge your existence? you sighed. surely he was just busy, right?

SUGAWARA KOUSHI: forgets about his promises

“i’m so sorry,” he immediately said as soon as he saw you all dressed up, “i forgot” you pressed your lips into a thin line, nodding slowly. “i figured. i’m going to take a shower” before he could say anything you rushed past your boyfriend, shutting the bathroom door behind you before stepping to the sink, washing your flushed face as the tears started to fall. you shouldn’t even be surprised — and honestly you weren’t really — but you were disappointed. he didn’t mean to forget, at least that’s what you had been telling yourself. but there was only so much you could take and slowly but surely you reached your breaking point.

MIYA ATSUMU: always puts his work before you

you shook your head as you put your phone away, politely asking the waiter for your check. by now you were basically used to the pitiful glances and hushed whispers behind your back, so you skillfully ignored them when leaving the restaurant. with every step you took towards your car, you could feel the cold creeping up on you as your heart grew heavier and heavier. you knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to get together with him, but it didn’t hurt any less when he stood you up — when practice ran longer than expected, when he decided to get some extra training or when he was too exhausted to even send you a message.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: always confuses you with somebody else

“i got you your favorite” he held up a take out bag with a warm smile on his face. “thank you,” you said with your most convincing smile on your face, which immediately dropped as soon as he left your field of view. as soon as you recognized the logo on the plastic you felt your heart ache. you wanted to give him credit, he was trying, he really was, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt — whatever he got, it was never what he thought it was. his friend’s favorite snacks that you didn’t like, his best friend’s favorite movie that brought back bad memories or his ex partner’s favorite food.

KITA SHINSUKE: uses your insecurities against you

with hurt visible in your eyes, you turned around, quickly making your way into your bedroom. “you can’t just simply walk away when things aren’t going your way—,” you heard him shout behind you before you slammed the door and as soon as you were alone, the tears began to fall. you loved him and you were convinced that he loved you too. he even told you so daily and made you feel like the most important person in your life. and he failed to realize that you weren’t him — he couldn’t see how his bluntness hurt you or how his supposed honesty only broke you. how much more could you take before you completely shattered?

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Fallen Angel, Choso

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[papamin au 🐅] gardening time 🌱

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I stayed up reading this till 3:00AM and I’m so in love with this series 😭😭😭😭

gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch.1 gojo satoru sent you a message

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ chapter. 1/x (probably 12)

ᰔ words. 1.3k (short one to start off, but the rest are longer)

a/n. welcome to this pilot chapter! this was originally going to be a one-shot but i got way too carried away and ended up planning out a whole series. i hope you enjoy!

nav. ch1 :: ch2 :: ch3 :: ch4 :: ch5 :: ch6 :: ch7 :: ch8 :: ch9 (pending)

|| 2:13AM Gojo Satoru has requested to follow you

You blink the sleepiness in your eyes away as the harsh light of your phone hits your face. Somewhere in the middle of the crazy dream you were having, you heard your phone incessantly pinging and eventually woke you up to make you realize you forgot to turn the ringer off before going to sleep. Among all the spam email, iCloud storage warnings, and news headliners, there was one notification in particular that had you wondering if you were still dreaming.

“Ugh…y/n, please, turn your phone off,” you heard your roommate Mina mumble in the twin sized bed at the other end of the room as she shuffled her pillow above her head so that it covered both of her ears. You glance out the window of your shared apartment, peering at the pale moonlight, before your tired and heavy eyes travel back to your phone and press on the Instagram notification.

Suspecting this was maybe some prank account, you clicked on the small icon in your inbox that took you to a profile page. Gojo Satoru, Senior at University of Tokyo, Business Major, D1 Soccer #10, SAE. 12k followers, 172 following, 38 posts. 

Still thinking you’re dreaming, you accept the follow request and watch as the number on his following increases by one, now 173. Your thumb swipes up on your phone as you take in the square images of his profile. Pictures of him and his friends recreating memes…food that he’s eaten recently…frequent vacation posts in exotic countries…and a whole lot of what seemed to be professionally taken soccer photos of him striking goals and hitting balls with his head in mid air. You have put a lot of effort into your own Instagram photos (despite your modest 464 followers), mostly posting compilation slideshows of your favorite film photos that you’ve taken recently, yet somehow his feed looks much more inviting than yours.

You turn onto your side and continue to look through his photos. 624 comments, 373 comments, 958 comments. Many were from his friends trying to embarrass him, and many others were from girls that probably wanted him to notice them. You noticed he only really replied to comments from his friends. 

You knew who he was, of course. Gojo Satoru was one of the most, if not the most, popular guys on your college campus. When you got to college, you thought the whole “social hierarchy” thing would be over but it still seemed like there were certain groups of people that almost everyone knew about, "elite" individuals who other students could only dream of associating with. At UTokyo, the fraternities and sororities practically owned the place so of course Gojo was well-known since he was a member of the school’s most iconic frat, SAE. Not to mention, the school adored its soccer team–undefeated since 2012–and Gojo Satoru was the most talented center forward the division had seen in years. 

But as for why he requested to follow you, a film major that doesn’t play any sports and isn’t even in a sorority, well you’re just not sure. 

It’s then when you get yet another notification. 

“Oh my god, y/n, turn it off!” Mina mumbles into her mattress. You click the side button to turn off the ringer. 

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru sent you a message 

Your heart starts to beat a bit faster as you quickly slide to your DMs page. You notice three unread conversations from a few of your friends, probably from when they decided to send you their entire explore page, and then you see a little (1) next to your message requests box. When you open it, you see his icon in your inbox. It’s a simple picture of him in his soccer jersey, his smile wide as one of his team members who was mostly cropped out of the photo seemed to be putting him in a headlock. You see the first few words of the message.

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weir…

You’re about to click on it when you stop yourself. It was really late at night and you didn’t know if you wanted to entertain a conversation with this man you knew literally nothing about (at least on a personal level) and weren’t even sure why he was messaging you in the first place. Plus, he would see that you’ve read it and so you would feel anxious to respond. But there was no way to see his full message unless you opened it. Even though you considered this to be weirdly intimate since it was a message sent at two in the morning, you figured that was probably normal for the likes of people like Gojo Satoru, who probably were out drinking and partying until five in the morning every night, regardless of any 8AM lectures or not. 

But unfortunately, curiosity always kills the cat (that’s the expression, right?) and so you click on his message. 

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weird…I don’t think we’ve ever met before, but my buddy’s really into your roommate, and he’s tried to invite her out to our frat’s house parties but he’s had no luck. Think you could convince her to come this weekend? You’re welcome to come too, of course

You blink in surprise before rolling your eyes, not entirely sure why you were expecting any different. Maybe Mina wasn’t budging on his friend’s advances because she wants to be asked out on an actual date, and not to some house party. But you figured frat guys wouldn’t really understand that. Besides, how did he know that you were her roommate? You’re just about to type a response when you see three little dots in the left side corner, indicating he was typing, and you hold your breath.

|| 2:27AM Gojo Satoru: Here are the details

And then he sends you a post from what looks like his fraternity’s Instagram page. There’s an address, a time, the name of the DJ and girls get in free bolded at the top. You realize you’ve never even been invited to a fraternity’s house party until this very moment. 

You briefly consider not responding to him and just setting your phone back down on your nightstand, rolling over, and falling asleep. But you find your fingers moving on their own to type.

|| 2:31AM You: you’re messaging me to help your friend get with my roommate?

There’s an uncomfortable two minutes where there’s no response from him and for some reason your anxiety is through the roof. You remember the countless times you’ve heard people describe Gojo Satoru in passing: there’s just something about him that demands your attention. 

His notification pops up at the top of the Instagram app when you were scrolling through reels to distract yourself and you accidentally clicked on it too fast. 

|| 2:33AM Gojo Satoru: Uh, yeah? 

You sigh as you ponder the proposition. You don’t even know for sure why Mina wasn’t really responding to his friend’s advances, maybe the guy was a creep or just not her type. And even if she was somewhat interested in him, she’s already refused to go to any of their frat’s house parties, so how would you be able to persuade her? 

You finally convince yourself you’ve had enough of Gojo’s messages for the night and you’ll choose whether or not you want to revisit the topic again in the morning, until another message flashes across your screen.

|| 2:38AM Gojo Satoru: What can I do to get you to convince her to come this weekend?

You bite down on your lip at his question, and an idea flashes through your mind.

|| 2:40AM You: i’ll find a way to convince her. my terms and conditions will come later

He responds in a second.

|| 2:40AM Gojo Satoru: Deal 

a/n. thank you for reading! i also post this story over on AO3, if you're more into that format, but i just wanted to start posting over here on tumblr too. hope to see you in the next one!

➸ take me to chapter two!

#jjk gojo #reblogs #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

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little announce

the blog will go under some changes (theme and probably user change, idk yet) and also I'll update some of my rules and dni things. thanks for reading!

#mei talks

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4.2 spoilers but it's interesting how Scaramouche and Furina were both made as replacements. But while Ei saw Scara's humanity as a flaw, Focalors thought that's what made Furina perfect.

I need the two of them to interact

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thick thighs save lives !!!!!!!!!!!

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i feel like a wife who lost her husband in the war

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MY LADY BRIDE !genshin impact

pierro x fem!reader

words // 1.2k

notes // this is part of the #marry a harbinger collab @pyroxeene and i created and part of my lady wife series. the general idea has been sitting too long in my drafts, and now i finally found the motivation to actually finish this. the collab is still ongoing, so if you'd like to participate too, you still have some time!

warnings: only pierro pov, dottore and with him the usual chaos and slaughter that follows him everywhere (a mention of a bonquet made out of limbs)

extra notes // i would be very glad if as many as possible could reblog this, best with tags because i‘m not showing up there 😭 it’s my first time and right before my hiatus… i hope this will solve itself, because i really don’t have the time to worry about this now, not when we‘re flying in two days ._.

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It was the wedding of the year. No matter what the laws of Snezhnaya said, the Harbingers were royals in everyone's eyes. How could they not be, when they directly served under her Highness and led the infamous Fatui?

And when the first Harbinger, the Jester, announced that he would take a wife... it was the wedding of the year, if not the wedding of the century.

The ceremony would be attended by everyone who was anyone. Servants whispered about the most extravagant wedding they've ever seen, or well, prepared. Their words carried wide and vast, and soon nobles, rich merchants, and members of the Fatui heard of the rumors too.

Yet no one dared ask Pierro about the wedding or his future bride. They didn't want to risk his wrath, no matter how curious they were. Well, some dared to. His work colleagues all teased him for finally settling down, and all they got in response was an unimpressed glare. How else should Pierro answer the teasing of the youngest Harbinger? He didn't know much about love anyway, so he should shut his mouth, was what Pierro thought several times about Childe.

Pantalone had been a big part of the wedding preparations, so Pierro wasn't too bitter about the few teasing words that left the younger man's lips. Still, Pierro would've preferred it if they wouldn't tease him at all. There was simply no time for it. Just because he would be married soon didn't mean they could slack off with their work. And they did indeed slack off with their workloads and assigned missions.

The Fair Lady of the Harbingers didn't behave like a lady at all. Instead of getting the gnosis from Barbatos, she sent a letter from Mondstadt, full of mirth and teasing words. Pierro was very close to not inviting her to the wedding.

Dottore wasn't any better and gave him a bunch of limbs, still bleeding and making a mess of the floor. And then he had the gall to call this monsteraty a bouquet and demanded that he give it to his fiancé. He should've just chucked it right in his face, instead of telling his assistant to silently let this mess vanish.

And all the other harbingers weren’t better. Their comments and teasing words just worsened his mood the moment he saw one of them. 

But it was his darling lady, his fiancé, his soon to be bride, who always calmed him down. Not that he was a temperamental man, but his fellow Harbingers always brought the worst out of him. Sometimes he asked himself why he was doing this. Sometimes he just... wanted to leave. And he could. Take his lady love and leave the harbingers. But then he watched how Childe almost set the training grounds on fire again and got chased through the palace by the Captain and couldn’t bring himself to leave. The world would end if he didn’t keep them in check. 

This is why he tolerated their teasing and domineering personalities so that at the end of the day, he could finally fall into the arms of his darling lady, grumble about his day, and simply enjoy the time spent with her.

Soon they would be finally married and he could call her his lady wife, his love, simply his. And yet, every time he thought about the moment he would call her his wife, his mouth went dry and his heart started beating faster. He was nervous, oh so nervous- what if something went wrong? There could be so much going wrong, and Pierro wanted this to be the perfect day for his love, so she could always think back and remember their wedding day with a smile.

But he couldn’t show it. His face carried the usual scowl, only melting into a small smile when he saw his love. He had to be steady and calm. He was her husband and the strong man in her life. Not that his wife to be needed any protection, but the instinct was still in him. Arlecchino would tell him to knock it off and stop behaving like the stereotypical, overprotective husband. And he knows he is, and he knows he shouldn't be, it was wrong of him to do so. 

Of course, he knows this. His lady was strong, a powerful woman in her own right, and yet…and yet he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe and satiated, without any complaints. It was his duty as a husband, his duty to love, cherish, and protect her. And he would. This he promised himself the moment it became clear he would marry her.

—

When the day of the wedding finally came, Pierro planned to prepare himself alone. He could clothe himself. He has always done it.

But then his fellow Harbingers barged into his room, chattering with each other and carrying packages upon packages with them.

"What are you doing?" Pierro hissed. Then he started slowly backing away from Signora’s disapproving gaze at his choice of clothing. 

"We’re here to save the day," chirped Columbia, and started humming one of the many tunes he had chosen for the wedding. 

"No", he refused, batting Arlecchino’s hands from his hair. 

"We definitely need to fix this," mused Pantalone, and started opening the packages they brought in. Then he went through coats and alternations of their harbinger uniforms, always picking them up and holding them in the air, only to put them away after a few seconds. 

Pierro sighed and prepared for an exhausting morning, while the harbingers around him chattered and chirped away, eyes gleaming with mirth. They knew exactly that he didn’t want them here, and yet they ignored his silent wish for peace. 

—

Time passed fast, and before Pierro truly realized it, he stood in front of his majesty, for she would be the one to bless his marriage. Behind him, people whispered and pointed, awed at the extravagance of his wedding.

And suddenly, the nerves hit. His breath hitched, his hands started shaking, and he started to feel uneasy. He would marry the woman he loved, link himself with her, exchange vows for life-

The sharp gaze of the Tsaritsa pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts and he took a deep breath. He couldn’t hesitate now. He had to stay strong and steady for his wife to be.

—

His eyes widened when the doors of the hall finally opened and his darling lady finally showed her in her wedding dress. Her steps were slow, her long veil being carried by two young children, and her white dress falling and folding like a river, trailing after her elegant person.

A small smile was on her face, her hands full with a bouquet of roses, which she passed to one of the children accompanying her. She took his offered hand, stepping next to his right side. 

"You are beautiful," he whispered, and the radiant smile she gave in return almost made him gasp. A smile full of love, directed at him. He would marry her; he is marrying her. His lady, his darling, his wife. The woman he will live with from today until his death.

—

And so he spoke his vow, to love and cherish her, to protect and take care of her, till the end of his days.

ASTRANNE 2022

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hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2

feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader

cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keiji’s part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT — not proofread

OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, it’s not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasn’t because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.

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hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2

feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader

cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keiji’s part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT — not proofread

OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, it’s not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasn’t because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.

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hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2

feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader

cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keiji’s part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT — not proofread

OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, it’s not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasn’t because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.

like any Monday, you arrived from work, the house was completely on silence, no sign of your kids, you looked at the clock and there was still half an hour before they came back. placing your shoes at the entrance you felt a pair of arms around your waist, a faint smell of lavanda coming from your husband’s hair.

“don’t you have practice today?” you asked while hugging him back, an offended gasp came from his lips.

“(y/n)-chan you could have at least said that you were glad to see me instead of asking that” he said with a pout in his lips. You both stayed hugging each other like that until you heard the front door open followed by a mixture of gasp, screams and crying. 

“PAPA STOP” shiro, the youngest one screamed “YOU C-CAN’T TOUCH MAMA” he said while crying and hugging your leg. Following Shiro’s example the oldest ones Shin and Ryu placed themselves between the two of you while toruu was left aside dumbfounded, before you could react you felt a tugging in you shirt and saw your third son Ruki looking at you with puppy eyes, even though he was the quiet one, he knew how to play his cards when it came to you. 

meanwhile the boys were hugging you like there was no tomorrow oikawa was  sulking and trying to fit into the hug, and even started whining on how not even his kids would let him hug his beautiful wife and also their mother.

AKAASHI the day that Hana, your first daughter was born he felt the like the happiest man in the world, no one could compare the joy he felt when she was born, this same thing happened with your second and last daughter Miko. the two girls were, apart from you, his pride and joy. the girls were his carbon copy, the same blue eyes and his black hair and also his love and admiration for your persona. keiji, loved his girls, and the girls loved you so much, everything you did and you said they would follow it. Hana turned five while Miko just turned three not a while ago, and with that age it came the so called “possessive stage”, which consisted basically to cling into you at every opportunity they had and of course the poor keiji was totally forbidden to be near you on their presence. 

it a was sunday afternoon in which you and keiji were on the sofa watching a movie while the girls were taking their after-lunch nap. since it was rare that the two of you would be left alone like this, keiji took advantage of it and wrapped his arms around your waist while snuggling in the crook of your neck, you. on the other hand started to caress his face and kissing the crown of his head. everything was fine until you felt something making its way between you and your husband and also a pair of little arms hugging your neck. 

“it’s unfair that while Hana and I are sleeping papa breaks his promise” you heard a little groan coming from keiji’s lips, he makes some space for the girls which in some way he ends up at the edge of the sofa too close from falling to the carpet. “we maid dada promise that he wouldn’t touch you unless its an emergency, for example if a monster comes and wants to take mama away” Hana explained to you, looking at keiji you saw that even if his daughters were basically taking you away from him he would still have the same soft look in his eyes. he would do anything just to see them smile. 

“well then, but the two of you should start to share because in a few month you will have another little brother or little sister too” you said, it was a sight to see how not only your husbands eyes but you daughters’ too looked at you shocked, and without thinking it twice the three of them jumped in your arms giggling and smiling at the sudden but happy news. 

MATSUKAWA never once in his life issei thought that he would have a big family, sometimes he even felt bad for you because you went through too much pain while giving birth to the four children, that’s when he decided that when the youngest one Riko was born you two would stop having children. So at the end you family was composed by you, your oldest daughter Sumire who was eight, your second son Haru who was seven, your third son Kenji who was five and lastly Riko who turned three a few days ago. 

Issei loved his kids with his whole heart, there wasn’t a time in which he couldn’t think about them or you, since the two of you worked he decided that it would be a good idea to plan the day so in that way the two of you wouldn’t feel too burned out, because at the end, taking care of four kids is not an easy task. So the times in which the two of you would be finally alone were pretty much welcomed, and issei loves his kids, but it was thanks to you that all of this was possible, and he didn’t hesitate to show it to you, well or at least he tried. 

pulling you close to his chest he started trailing kissed from your forehead till he almost reached your lips, you were giggling until you heard a bunch of steps approaching to you. and unfortunately to issei your kids jumped to your frame making their father to change his sit to the armchair. 

“dad don’t be mad is our turn to be with mama” Haru said while watching his father with a huge smirk “and also you have been many years with mama before we even were born so don’t put that face” followed your older daughter sumire who was laughing at his father face meanwhile the two younger ones were nodding at their sisters’ words. 

you laughed at how much the four of them resembled their dad so much, and even if some of them looked more like you they always ended up inheriting issei’s attitude, which sometimes played against him. but for issei, even if his kids sometimes clowned him he cherished all the moments he had with them and sometimes even felt sad that one day they would be old enough to not need him anymore, but even so, he would love them anyways. 

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #oikawa torū #matsukawa issei #oikawa scenarios #matsukawa scenarios #akaashi scenarios #hq akaashi #hq oikawa #hq matsukawa #haikyuu scenarios #Haikyuu dads #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!

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oh lord have mercy

breeding/praise kink + kaeya 👀 (choose whichever works for you!)

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘

ᯤ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘. hmm how about both at once >:) kaeya + breeding and praise kink for the win. (not proof read)

ᯤ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦. kaeya x fem reader.

ᯤ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦. breeding kink, praise, dirty talk, ** one mention of cum inflation / tummy bulge, creampies, soft dom!kaeya, nickname; good girl, love.

there was nothing that could have prepared you for this outcome. you hadn't expected kaeya to take your words seriously; it was supposed to be an innocent comment when you said that you would like to start a family of your own one day.

the two of you were standing on the balcony, admiring the view of the busy streets of mondstadt which were filled with travelers from many nations. there was a family of four walking around the various stalls— the two kids giggling while chasing each other around.

“they're adorable, don't you think?” you sigh dreamily, a faint smile visible on your face as you leaned on the metal bars. “i hope we'll grow and have our own kids together in the future. bet they would look super cute as well.”

kaeya froze in place the moment you uttered that sentence. his thumb that once softly traced patterns on the glass of wine he held stopped in its track as well. it was as if time had been slowed down just for him.

“hmm.. i wonder if they would resemble their dad or th—” you interrupted yourself once you spotted the surprised expression on your boyfriend's face. “kaeya..? hello! earth to kaeya!”

you chuckle while you wave your hand in front of him in attempt to snap him back into reality.

in the meanwhile, kaeya had felt his own cheeks and neck warm up due to your single comment. it was supposed to be an innocent one at that, however his mind immediately skipped to the love making part.

only picturing the way your puffy pussy would be filled with his cum made his cock twitch in his pants. the blue haired man wondered what it would be like to fuck his own cum deeper into your fertile womb, how he can feel and see it overflow and dribble down your plush thighs with each thrust. maybe your lower stomach would slightly bloat due to the multiple loads he pumps into you..

“mhm.” your partner finally responds, however his answer seems rather absent-minded. “come here, would you?”

that was exactly how you ended up underneath him on his bed after he had picked you up by the waist to go inside. your vision was hazy and your mind went blank with how many times you had came already.

on top of that, kaeya had not even once missed a chance to release his loads as deep into your walls as possible. every single drop was emptied inside of your creamy cunt; he even took the time to scoop up the white liquid after each climax to push it back into you— using his cock to do so.

“such a good girl, huh? keeping all of it inside of your pretty pussy just for me.” he coos with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “you're doing such a good job— letting me use your hole as i please, letting me breed it the way i want to.”

his hips were moving at a ruthless pace, yet his sweet gestures made the tiredness in your own body vanish. his slender fingers traced your jaw before his lips replaced them to place a trail of soft kisses all over your face.

“beautiful..” his whisper sent shivers down your spine. kaeya's blue locks tickled your face as he bent down to plant another kiss on top of your forehead. “..i consider me blessed to be able to call myself yours.”

it made you smile back at him, your arms wrapping around his neck some more once you noticed that he was about to reach his nth orgasm.

“..you wouldn't mind if i pumped you full of my cum all night, right, love?” he groans, his hips impatiently ramming into yours. “please. i promise to fill you up real' good— 'promise to put a beautiful child in your tummy.” his eyes shut tight.

“love you s'much.. love you..” his words slowly become slurred as his mind only focuses on spilling all of his seed into your cunt. all of it has to go inside of you. there's no other place that he wants to stuff you full with.

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stop stop stoooopppp I can’t stop reading your writings helps 😭😭😭

he likes to keep you close. you know, like the saying “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” but itto likes to add: “and keep your lovers as close as can be.” you can’t really shake him off that idea anymore. he says he heard it from granny oni so it must be true!

he imagines what it’d be like if you were small enough to sit on his head, legs dangling by his forehead as you held onto one of his horns while he was on the go — as if he were a ship and you were a sailor. you, with a compass in one hand and a telescope in the other, guiding him the same way he uses the north star to find you, no matter where you were in the world.

arataki itto likes to keep you close but he’d love it even more if he could actually hold you in his hands. he’d keep you in his pocket as he goes off on some adventure, plucking flowers and handing them to you despite the very big and very scary size difference. you’d use it as a bed, petals and anthers surrounding you the same way the earth circles the sun. he’d gaze at you as if you were a glistening pearl inside a clam knowing that loving you is so, so worth it.

#mei reblogs! #help i think i’m gonna have a heart attack #i love itto so much #the way you write him is so AAAAGHHHH #anyways you have talento 😭

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it’s too early to cry, this is so beautiful and well written help 😭

imperfect sweetheart

bokuto koutaro x gn!reader ; fluff ; mentions of marriage, future kids, and growing old — 1.1k wc ! < 3

he looked peaceful like this.

his hair was laying flat against his face, unlike his usual hairdo, seemingly as if the energy tank supplying the strands to poke out like an owl had officially run out of gas. messy hair, parted (slightly chapped) lips, with a stream of drool landing directly onto his pillow.

and even in this state, he’s absolutely stunning.

it’s funny to think about how completely different this was from bo’s usual disposition, where his explosive personality boosted the saddest of souls, lighting a flame in your chest, and pushed you forward.

it's not impossible, it's just hard! always ringing in your head.

this was so different from his needy self holding your face in between his man-size hands in order to cover you in kisses, starting with your forehead, lowering his lips to peck your eyelids and temples, making sure he gets every inch of your face.

so different from the way he attempts to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck as he sleeps because he needs you smothered all over him.

your kisses, your hugs, your scent, everything you. bo was forever hungry for you, always needing more of you. consciously and unconsciously, it seemed like he was always looking for you.

letting your hand move on its own, a finger lingered above the abundance of warmth and his sweet scent radiating from his sleeping figure. with a little boop on the very dot of his nose, your finger went back up to the small strands of frosty hair that fell onto his crystal lashes, pushing them off his face.

he was your very own winter wonderland throughout all seasons, through rain and through shine; so refreshing to look at and yet, so reassuring like a warm cup of cocoa in your hands.

the very same finger decided to start outlining his shape, starting from the very top of his head.

his forehead appeared smooth, considering his brazen expressions wrinkled that part of his face the most, but if you looked very, very close, a few unnoticeable wrinkles had begun to form like small streams. the lines forming were so faint that you could hear the water quietly rippled across a grassy plain.

you doubt he’s even noticed them because if he has, he would have been weeping about how old he’s getting. you’re easily able to imagine how he'd react with his shoulders sagging and his head down in hopes to stop you from looking. he was definitely not ashamed of them but... he wants to look good for you. he simply takes pride in the attraction you feel for him, therefore upon viewing such squiggly lines on his face, that would cause him to worry if you thought he was still your handsome boy.

stifling a laugh from the thought, your finger brings you down the bridge of his nose, dotted with his light freckles across his cheeks.

it’s endearing seeing a bump on his pretty nose compared to the typical smaller noses you see in magazines and runways. you always say it gives him character and the story behind it is unforgettable.

recalling it as if it was yesterday, he began narrating how he broke his nose by accidentally running into a volleyball net pole since he was too focused on the ball in the air to see where he was going (definitely number one in the top ten memories the two of you share).

it was unbelievable the way you couldn't hear your laughter anymore while tears fell out of your eyes. not laughing at him and his pain but his indescribable attitude towards always pushing his best forward is truly admirable (and scary…).

i ran to spike on my first practice game outside! maybe i ran too hard and too fast, i couldn't brake, so I rammed into the pole face-first…

couldn't even jump and spike… i just broke my nose and sat down. it was too embarrassing being there with ice on my face… i looked like a panda with black eyes…

since then, the broken nose-bump has had a special place in your heart. a reminder that you can never work too hard at what you love, looking at bo just reminds you of that every day.

you can never love something too much because look at where you are now. falling so deeply in love with forehead wrinkles and a broken nose…

you're incredibly guilty for being in love with the stretch marks and occasional scars found all across his body despite his attempts to cover them up using compression sleeves.

the way they're signs of growth he's experienced so rapidly through always pushing himself to be the ace he wanted to become, the ace everyone deserved. signs that he too has worked so hard to be where he is today…

it's astonishing the things you do out of love.

it's probably the same reason why you kiss him.

you kiss him trying to convey that every single drop of love you have for him is all his to take.

you kiss his forehead.

soon enough, he’ll notice the wrinkles and become insecure, worry, maybe even avoid you for an hour (which really becomes 10 minutes) before he begins to miss you again.

you kiss the future wrinkles you hope to see as you grow old together. maybe he’ll learn to love wrinkles because oh look, you have them too!

(and he thinks you look so precious.)

you hope to see those same wrinkles when you wake up and when you go to sleep. when you go out together and when you go out for brunch with your children.

you hope to see them form and stay on his smiling face because you're sure nothing will ever get rid of that.

you kiss his perfectly shaped eyebrows (no seriously… they're arched perfectly without needing any work done…), slipping kisses to his eyelids and temples just like he does to you.

you kiss his nose bump and cheeks, gifting every freckle a kiss because all of them deserve the love for making your boyfriend the world’s most handsome man in the world.

and maybe you sneak in another kiss on his nose for the sake of love, you just can't deny how much you're in love with the bump.

with him.

you are so undeniably in love with him and every little thing he does. everything that makes him, bo.

“why’d you stop?” a quiet moan comes out of his mouth, mumbling against the pillow.

“you want me to keep going?” you reply teasingly.

“well… i wouldn't mind. as long as i get to kiss you after.” the only thing left to kiss was the cheeky smirk off his pretty face.

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#mei reblogs! #kou is the best boy #now my love standard is so high 😭😭

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