#Tooru x reader

[earthtooz]

𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗚𝗜𝗙𝗧 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥

in which: oikawa surprises you with the best christmas present you could ask for.

warnings: 2.1k words, fluff !!!, reader is called 'beautiful', gn!reader, established relationship, lmk if there are other warnings!

a/n: i had a lot of fun writing this one <3 by far the cutest i've written :(

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

When Iwaizumi invited you to a Christmas party with fellow Aoba Johsai graduates, you thought nothing of it. It was going to be on two nights before Christmas, just a small thing amongst your closest friends and an invite that you accepted pretty readily. 

It would be a good distraction from missing Oikawa too much considering how four days after would mark six years of dating since third year. Although you wish he could be in Japan to celebrate the holidays with you as he’s done every year since leaving, he seems to be busier this time around because he’s got a match to play on Christmas to celebrate some sort of ‘tradition’. At least he’s given you the livestream link to watch, promising to wink at the camera with each service ace he gets.

“Hi, pretty,” Oikawa’s voice rings out from your phone which was currently propped up against the wall of your kitchen. You’re scrambling around, trying to find the appropriate ingredients needed to make dinner.

“Hey, handsome,” you reply, not paying much attention to your phone screen that your boyfriend was currently dominating in all of his drowsy glory, having just woken up from a good night’s rest.

“What are you doing?”

“Making dinner.”

“Without me?” You can hear the pout in his voice as he peers at you with his tired eyes that were still slightly swollen.

Brushing aside the obvious that he was in another country, you place your chopping board in front of your phone so he can hear your response clearly. “Yes because you should be asleep instead of waking up to call me at 6:50am.”

That earns you a whine. “But I love spending time with you! I can’t do that whilst asleep.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you don’t dream of me,” you set out to cutting up some carrots, decidedly making a curry for tonight’s dinner.

“I do! But when I’m not dreaming of you I wake up so I can spend some time with actual you,” Oikawa points out, his confession making your insides gush with adoration and warmth. You wish he was here so you could actually kiss him for it. “Don’t you dream of me too?”

“All the time. Even when I’m not asleep, you’re always on my mind, Tooru.”

His lips become wobbly and a sudden shine glosses over his eyes, was he about to cry from that small of a comment? A sniffle that he let escape answers the question for you. “You’re so perfect, I love you so much,” he mumbles, slightly muffled when he wipes his eyes. There’s urgency in his next demand, instructing you to ‘tell me you love me too.’

“I love you too, Tooru,” you reassure. “I really hate that you’re not coming home these holidays.”

“I know, love, I hate it too, I even tried crying in front of my manager but she wouldn’t budge!”

“Good. Someone has to keep you in check when I’m not there. Send her my best wishes.”

“Not you too! Even the love of my life is cruel to me.”

“Only when you deserve it.”

He humphs, watching you work in silence. No matter how much you berate him for waking early, you will always appreciate his company, even if it’s over a phone screen that leaves you constantly yearning for a physical version of him, but at least the emptiness can be mended with video calls, messages that update you about his day, and selfies to match.

Although the feeling of an empty bed, unused mugs, and untouched books that weren’t yours will always haunt you, no matter how hard Oikawa can try to mend it, it just isn’t the same without your other half by your side. You could be selfish- well, you already are, it’s just that you’re not inclined to act on your selfishness because watching him soar and flourish in Argentina was a real blessing. If he’s happy, then you are too.

“You’re not mad that I’m not coming back, are you?” He asked, voice suddenly a lot softer and timid.

Pouring some water into a pot, you huff with contempt. “I’m not, I promise, it’s just- I really miss you. It’s been a while since your last visit to Japan as well and it feels a little empty in our apartment without you. My life feels a little empty, too.”

“You’re gonna make me actually cry, I hate it when you’re sad,” he mutters, hugging his pillow tighter to his chest as his frown deepens. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not your fault at all, Tooru. I don’t want you apologising for things like this because I’ll support you no matter what, you know that.”

“I’m apologising because you’re too good for me. You could’ve left me whenever you wanted to find a ‘better’ man- if he exists, but he doesn’t because I’m already the best! Yet you’ve decided to stay with me only for me to put you through all this.”

You scoff. “You also could’ve left me to find a ‘better’ partner-” 

“-no such thing,” he says with a wink, but the mischief doesn’t really reach his eyes.

“Yet you’ve decided to stay with me as well, Tooru. You put so much into our relationship that I don’t have anything to complain about, which is good because otherwise Iwaizumi would throttle you on my behalf.”

“Of course I’m gonna stay with you, you’re the one for me. I figured that out before I even left for Argentina.”

“You’re the one for me too, Tooru,” you confess timidly, making a ‘heart’ shape for him with your hands. Although this is far from your first time being vulnerable with one another, it’s always going to be a little cringey expressing your feelings for one another, no matter how comfortable Oikawa may get with you.

The conversation dwindles a little as you transfer your phone near the stovetop, waiting for the vegetables to boil whilst preparing the curry roux you purchased earlier. Under the kitchen lights with the sound of appliances in the background, you’re content to just exist with your lover through the familiarity of your device. 

As the vegetables soften and the rice cooker is operating the background, Tooru has gotten up and done his morning routine- shirtless because he was generous enough to keep you in mind, before showing you the beautiful landscape of Argentina from his apartment. It’s outside on his balcony that you continue the conversation.

“Iwaizumi actually invited me to a Christmas party with our Seijoh friends,” you tell him once you leave the pot to boil.

His eyes widen a little in curiosity, leaning closer to the phone in interest. “Are you going?” 

“Yeah, I am. I thought it might be fun.” Tapping your fingers on the kitchen bench, you raise your phone closer to your face so you can see his pretty face clearer. “I’m excited to catch up with the friends I haven’t seen in a while which is easier because I won’t have your annoying ass around me all the time.”

Putting his hand over his chest and clenching it, he acts as though he’s been fatally wounded and you can’t help but roll your eyes at how dramatic he is.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” you relent.

Oh what a miracle, Oikawa has been healed. “Can I help you find an outfit?” He asks, a sheepish smile on his face. When you nod in agreement, he continues. “You should wear that one outfit you love that I got for you. You haven’t worn it at all and I think you’d look really nice in it,” he mutters with a small pout, putting his chin on his hand.

“You’re not even gonna be there to see it!” 

He raises his hands in defence. “You can always send photos! It’ll be like I’m with you through the dress because I bought it and so technically, that’s me showing off how beautiful my partner is.”

You dismiss him with a wave of your hand, denying his compliment with a shy expression. Your humbleness pisses Oikawa off.

“Don’t be like that. You know how pretty you are,” he reaffirms. “I hate that I’m not there in person to remind you.”

You soften a little, trying not to let sadness plague your expression again. You truly are miserable without Oikawa, feeling incomplete unless he’s here with you but that’s how you know you’re soulmates, you suppose. Such a painful way of realising something so beautiful. 

The call ends twenty or so minutes later because he needed to go on his morning run, but this routine is performed daily. He calls, asks you about your day, you tell him then ask him about how he is, and what he has to do later. It’s a nice routine and one you’ve been sticking to very frequently, a balm to the burn of longing.

But when you’re preparing for the Seijoh Christmas party, you’re about to call Oikawa to show him how you look, only for him to not answer your call which was very unusual. Maybe he was still asleep? He did mention how training was draining him and that it hurt to walk so you chalk it to that explanation and let him rest for a little longer. He deserves it for how much he gives towards being a volleyball player.

Leaving the house at exactly 7:30, the address to the place you were told is only twenty-five minutes away. Although you find it weird that even though it’s a friend-organised party, the venue was a professional and proper hall for celebrations. Looking on the website, there were even full-length windows acting as walls that gazed at the scenery outside but you brushed it off, thinking nothing of it before going on with your day.

But now that you’ve arrived, managing to find a spot in the relatively filled parking lot, you can feel your gut brewing in scepticism and uncertainty. Were you at the right place? Surely, the fairy lights are on and beautiful, there’s cars so there must be people, but why was there no music? No Mariah Carey to tell you that you were in the right place?

Then, the familiar face of Iwaizumi stepping outside calms the turbulence of anxiety you previously drowned under. He waves at you with an excited grin, helping you up the small stairs with a gentle hand.

“You look nice,” he compliments upon exchanging greetings. You smile gratefully at him, thanking him for his company and for his compliment. 

“Thank you, Oikawa actually picked this out for me, it suits me quite well!” You gushed. “You look nice tonight as well, Iwa.”

“Thank you. Should we go inside? A few people are already here.”

Nodding, the dark-haired quickly leads the way, ushering you inside through the halls which were much nicer than you expected. The reception is beautiful, there is so much art decorating the walls but it gave a refined and sophisticated vibe, and the gentle lighting only pulled it all together. 

Whoever is hosting this party must have gotten a raise. No, maybe a promotion instead.

As your shoes clink against the marble floor, Iwaizumi opens the door for you and you thank him with a grateful nod before abruptly stopping.

The room is enchanting. The decor is beyond comprehension, the lighting is subtle but glamorous, and the windows indeed gave a beautiful view of snow coated trees, gently lit up by fairy lights.

But, the most marvellous sight of all was Oikawa Tooru himself, looking as dashing as ever whilst standing in the midst of an empty room.

Your feet take you to him without thinking and you don’t have time to think before you’re embracing him in a bone crushing hug, a gesture he returns with just as much fervour and passion as he places a lingering kiss on your temple. Melting into each other’s embrace, there’s a shared feeling of relief, warmth, and content as you breathe him in.

“My love,” you whisper into the crisp fabric of his button-down. You’re too overwhelmed with happiness to be confused on the logistics of how and why he was in Japan. “You’re here.”

“I am,” he responds, separating from you to cup your cheeks, looking at you with so much love and adoration, eyes going down to admire the outfit you’re wearing. “You’re absolutely breathtaking, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N.” 

You hide away from him slightly, shying away at his boldness.

“I’m finally home. But, there’s something I need to do first.” Oikawa then sinks to the floor on one knee, pulling out a velvet box with a stunning ring as he looks up at you with doe eyes that brim with hope.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa drabble #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #oikawa fic #tooru oikawa x reader #tooru x reader

[pleasekitasan]

untouchable

pairing: oikawa nii-chan x f!reader, MDNI!!!!!

word count: 5k

tags and warnings: incest, dub-con / reluctance, intoxication, manipulation, virginity loss ( it's a social construct, but tooru-nii wants yours 🥴 ), god complex, all characters are over 18!!, use of "cunt", creampie / unprotected sex, timeskip tooru. if any warnings are missing, please let me know!

a/n: this is my submission for @iwaasfairy's persephone collab! if you haven't checked out her work yet, god lord please do. i'm so honoured to even have my blog & fic on a post of hers!! hope you enjoy tooru-nii being a moral monster to the tune of monster by exo! 😇

i'll flip you over, break you down, and swallow you up

i'll steal you and indulge in you

i'm gonna mess you up

i'm engraved in your heart

so even if i die, i'll live forever

when your nii-chan told the family that he was moving to argentina, everyone ( including you ) was so happy for him. to be able to find your passion in high school and pursue it after isn't something that everyone has the luxury of doing.

on the week leading up to his departure, you would follow him around like a puppy, even going out with him and all his high school friends to drink ( nii-chan would sneak you cups of sake when workers weren't looking ) to make sure you didn't lose a single second with him. by the time you two arrived home, your parents would be asleep or just heading to bed, so it was more than easy to sneak into nii-chan's room and sleep curled up at his side, hands scrunching the front of his shirt as you held on to him, even in your dreams.

seeing him off at the airport was the first time you felt your heart break. he looked so happy and you were, too! just really, really deep inside. ever since you were born, it was tooru-nii that looked after you when your parents were away ( which was a lot ). it was tooru-nii that helped you with your homework after school. it was tooru-nii that put you on the volleyball team as his manager. it was tooru-nii you'd scream for during all his matches. he's your first love — not your mother or father: it was always nii-chan.

after he left, life became bleak. the house felt so much emptier and your days so much darker. the volleyball team was never the same without him, but you stayed as a manager until graduation came around. with nii-chan no longer around, you used your free time to study and got into the best schools in the country, but it still didn't feel like this was the right path or what you should do, even when tooru-nii called to congratulate you.

a year after his departure, it was your turn to wear the black cap and gown, throwing the former in the air with the remnants of a smile twitching at your lips. you aren't sure what you're free from, but you feel relieved and relaxed. the rest of the day was spent bidding your friends farewell, most of them staying in miyagi for college, whilst you accepted a scholarship in tokyo. by the time you get home, your cheeks are tear-stained from the amount of goodbyes you've had to express — you really are going to miss a lot of them, especially the volleyball teammates that supported you throughout tooru-nii's absence.

the dark house suddenly becomes blinding as the lights flicker on and you shield your squinting eyes as the sound of "surprise!" mixes in with "congratulations" ( your parents weren't the best with planning things in general ). laughter bubbles up in your chest and you take a deep bow where you are at the door for all the relatives that stopped by.

"thank you, everyone!" your aunts and uncles, baby cousins and grown ones, even your grandparents were there. they didn't come by for tooru's graduation ( he explicitly said he didn't want a party ), but they stopped by to give you gifts, money, and lots of awkward hugs.

only when the last of your mother's side is done hogging you does tooru steal your attention.

"happy graduation, my sweet little imouto-chan."

your eyes light up, filling with the joy you've been deprived of for the past year.

"nii-chan!" you jump into his open arms without another thought and nuzzles your face into his neck, lips spread into a wide grin. "what're ya doin' here? i thought you were busy with a game this week!"

"well... mom 'nd dad called me up about a month ago to tell me that you're finally graduating. had to make somethin' up so you'd feel surprised. did ya miss me?" his question seems like such a stupid one. isn't it painfully obvious with the way you're clinging to him, ignoring everyone's laughter as they murmur about how close you two must be?

"maybe," you hum teasingly, a giggle leaving your lips when you see tooru-nii's small frown. "of course i did, dummy."

reluctantly, you pull away so things don't look weird ( weirder? ), but tooru's fingers lace with yours as he leads you around the house to greet your father's side of the family, your older brother squeezing your palm when you seem to grow disinterested in the elders' nagging or advice. he's always looked out for you and tonight, you know that this will never change.

\

"nii-chan," you giggle as his hot breath tickles the curve of your ear.

with all the adults gone and your parents resting in their bedroom, it was up to you and a tipsy tooru-nii to clean up, but having the elder dropping items with his butterfingers over and over again made you both agree to leave a note on the fridge saying that you'll clean it up in the morning.

now he's crumbling on top of his bed and he takes you down with him just as you close the bedroom door.

"my imouto, my sweetheart," he slurs a bit, wrapping his arms tightly around you so you're resting on his chest.

there's a smile you can't bite back and you lean up to nuzzle your cheek against his, the proximity and warmth of your older brother after their absence makes the hole in your chest slowly heal, the emptiness filling up with the love you've missed out on.

tooru pulls back a bit and your lips twitch at the corners from the loss, but his palms are quick to engulf your cheeks, his thumbs tracing underneath your doe eyes. even with moonlight as the only light source, you look so breathtaking to him, like you're the only girl he'll ever see.

"love you, sweetheart," he whispers, the smell of alcohol faint, but noticeable. your nose scrunches a bit and you start to lean into one of his hands, nodding.

"love you too, nii-chan. with all my heart!"

"just your heart?" his words catch you off guard and the way you tilt your head with confusion only makes the heat in the pit of tooru's stomach grow. "you see, imouto-chan, i love you with my body, heart, and soul."

his words individually are digestible, but when put together, they only blind you even further, your brows meeting in the middle with your visible lack of understanding.

frustration lines his voice in a thin layer at the way you don't seem to really get what he's saying — how is this even possible after you've pined for him for almost two decades?

"don't you get it, sweetheart?" one of his large hands swallows yours and places your palm in between his legs where his cock is straining against his sweats and boxers ( two layers too many if you ask him ). "i want you in every realm possible."

slowly — painfully slow, you start to comprehend what he — tooru-nii, your brother, is telling you. knowledge flashes in your eyes with a deep frown and you try to pry your hand away from his too warm one, but he fights it, pressing down even harder and bucking his hips into the barely tangible warmth of your tiny palm.

"you can't run away, baby. you made this mess, so you have to be the one to clean it up. take care of me like i selflessly took care of you all these years, sweetheart."

the pressing urge to ask if this is all a joke bubbles in your mouth, but before you have the chance to let it out, he presses his lips to yours with an unmistakable moan. tooru's way past the guilt he's held on to for years and allows himself to indulge in the delectable taste of your mouth, the way you mould so easily against him, as if you were made for him — but you are, aren't you?

only when he notices that you haven't breathed in a while does he pull away, lewd lines of spit still connecting his lips to yours; he leaves them there to let the image burn itself into his mind.

"nii-chan," you choke out, "i-i don't think i can do this... it's weird. i don't love you like this."

there's heartbreak in his eyes, perhaps the very same look in yours as he left for south america one year ago, and you feel your chest clench. when his eyes gleam with moisture in the reflection of the moonlight, you gasp in panic and hurry your hands to cup his cheeks out of instinct. you'd do anything to assure that nii-chan feels better, even if it means breaking moral and ethical codes... right? you should, right? he raised you more than your parents did without asking for anything in return, except this. just one thing, one time. you can do that.

"just one time, nii-chan..." mischief returns to tooru's eyes and he nods with no intent of keeping his promise.

"i promise it'll feel good, sweetheart." his breath is hot on your mouth as his hands slide down your neck, collarbones, and your sides, groping every inch of you he can on the way. "say you love nii-chan."

when he reaches the hem of your dress, he scrunches it in his fists and lifts the fabric up, up, up until it bunches in your underarms. the playful lilt in his eyes turns predatory in a second; the way he looks over your body makes a shiver run down your spine and you rush to cover yourself with your hands, but he's much too quick. two strong hands grab your wrists and pin them down by your head as a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest.

"have you've been holding out on me all these years, imouto-chan?" gentle lips press against your cheek and you feel the curl of his smirk as he trails wet kisses down your neck, his fingers finally releasing you to lift your dress up and off your body, your bra easily undone and stripped off next. his guttural moan fills the room when his hands engulf your tits, fingers indulging as he squeezes your plentiful flesh. a glimmer of hope forms when your eyes water up and spill with tears — maybe he'll see just how unwilling you are, how much you aren't enjoying this, and stop in his tracks. the miniscule possibility is washed away like a grain of sand in a windy wave as you feel the throbbing of his cock through his clothes — the same throbbing feeling you'd experience when he'd sit you on his lap whenever you'd sob and tell him about how issei senpai didn't return your texts ( it was all his doing with his threats to fuck up during matches if issei so much as even texted a period back to you ). it's clear now that it wasn't just the tears that made him so excited, it was the lack of power you had as you slumped on top of him, like you are underneath him, too.

"i love you, sweet pea. do you love nii-chan, too?" he's more pressing than before, his fingers squeezing down on your tits to elicit a response, something, out of you. his expression remains attentive when he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, flicking and sucking on the peak as the now free hand dips lower and lower, tracing calloused fingertips all the way to your slit where he can witness your body betraying you. his digits get coated with your slick in a matter of seconds from just teasing the petals and you can feel the vibrations of his smug chuckle against your sensitive bud.

your unskilled hands could never provide yourself with the pleasure that tooru-nii instills upon you with only a single digit and he has you moaning, back arching slightly above the sheets.

"oh, god." you want to shut up, to deny him the satisfaction of knowing that he's actually making you feel good while he defiles you, but you've never won against nii-chan in anything — this is no different. slowly, you unravel underneath him, your hands grabbing his shoulders as his lips curl up into a devlish smirk. "i love you too, tooru-nii," you murmur in response a bit belatedly.

hearing it just once is enough. his eyes light up as if you bought him a spot on the olympic team, his head lifting from your chest with a lewd smacking sound of his grinning lips, only for him to trail downwards again, his mouth hot and wet as he quickly dips into your belly button before replacing his finger at your swollen clit with his mouth instead.

instantly, you feel the difference between his fingertip and his tongue, the latter gentler, but quick as he flicks against the sensitive nub until you're whimpering so loud, your hand clamps over your mouth. tooru moves his finger to trace circles around your entrance instead, letting your juice cover the tip of it before he slides into your unpenetrated walls. when he's met with slight resistance at the end of the digit, he pulls away from you with his spit and your nectar stuck to his mouth and chin.

"don't tell me you've never touched yourself, sweetheart... iwa-chan didn't even try to fuck you?" his invasive words make your cheeks flush bright red and you shake your head vigorously in response. your nii-chan's best friend has tried endlessly to deflower you, but you'd always scare him off by saying that tooru-nii would find out and sabatoge matches in response. your threats were empty, but iwaizumi wasn't dumb enough to think that the chance of it happening was none — he's seen the way tooru hovered over you for years, always reluctant to let anyone else have your attention, the captain would've found out one way or another, though if iwa had your consent, it might've been less of a disaster.

"you've been saving yourself for nii-chan all these years, just how it should be. it's almost poetic, really." the smile on his features bring about a shudder from your frail shoulders and you start to close your legs together, but tooru pinches the inner expanse of your thigh as punishment. "don't try to hide from me, imouto-chan. let me see my present and really appreciate it the way a man should."

obedient and submissive, the way he wants you to be — the way you've always been for him — you lay there bare and embarrassed, legs spread as he starts to undress himself. the scarlet that flushed his cheeks and chest is entirely gone now, his hands no longer shaking as he tosses his shirt up and over his head, his words no longer slurring as he calls you a handful of degrading words. the alcohol is already flushed out of his system and the only thing intoxicating him now is you.

in the time he's been gone, the growth tooru has gone through is strikingly noticeable: his shoulders are wider, his arms bulging with twice as much muscle power, his chest puffier and his abs more defined, even in the dark. a hesitant hand reaches up to hold onto his bicep like you used to when you'd try to pry him off of you whilst wrestling, except this time, your fingers are stranded much farther away from each other than you're used to.

"you like how much bigger nii-chan is now, sweetie?" the cocky grin on his lips isn't visible, but it's thick in his voice. with you slightly distracted, he takes the opportunity to rid himself of his slacks and briefs, kicking them off his ankles when they pool there. his question goes verbally unanswered, but he can feel the way your small fingers are starting to run along the strong muscles that lay underneath them, as if silently worshipping.

the single chuckle that escapes his smirking mouth is enough to break you out of your trance, your hand falling from his limb so you can cover your chest with your palms. you're hyperaware of his lingering eyes and the fact that you're both naked in his bed, his gaze unlike that of a loving brother, someone that swore to protect you from other men doing this to you.

"you were made for me, sweetheart. i was the one that asked kaa-san and otou-san for you. without me, you wouldn't be here. don't you think i'm a little... underappreciated?" his words took a twist you weren't expecting and your brows furrow together as you try to process what he's trying to say — are you supposed to be at his disposal because he asked for a sibling as a kid? it doesn't take too long for him to answer your question. "personally, i think you should worship me. thank me for allowing you to be born."

if you weren't under pressure, perhaps you would've done the logical thing and shoved him off of you whilst laughing wildly. he's being ridiculous and his logic is so deeply flawed.

but that's not what you see in your head right now. right now, you see the way your parents praised tooru-nii for every achievement he's earned, no matter how small, while they had overlooked your 1st place spelling bee trophy and the full-ride scholarship you worked so hard for. you think of the leftover pieces of fruit you'd get only if tooru-nii didn't finish off the plate that your mother would meticulously cut for him, your allowance being pennies whilst tooru-nii had a trust fund. every time you'd feel dejected, it was your brother that would tell you "great job" or sit you on his lap as he fed you all your favourite fruits, even if it meant he'd get less of them. you learned to ask your nii-chan for money whenever you needed a new uniform or school supplies.

he was right. you didn't mean anything to your parents and it finally makes sense why you lived in his shadow your entire life, why you relied on him for everything: tooru-nii is your provider, your god.

as comprehension starts to light up in your eyes, your brows unfurrow and your orbs retain their usual doe shape. he sees a sense of recognition flash in them and his lips curl into a crooked smirk — you're his, like you were always meant to be.

"thank you, nii-chan," is the first thing you utter out, tears welling at your waterline again for different purposes this time. this time, you're grateful; you feel blessed to be underneath him. your pathetic whimpers reflect just how sorry you are for your resistance and you part your legs mindlessly to let him enter however he wants — and why shouldn't he? he's taken care of you like one would their most prized possession for almost two decades now.

"that's my girl." the praise rushes straight to your pussy, which just starts to leak with desire, and you moan just from his words. "i'm glad you finally understand, sweetheart. i knew you could do it." he sounds condescending, but the way his warm palm caresses your cheek and his eyes gleam as they bore into yours makes show that he meant his words in a thoughtful manner.

"want you, nii-chan," you mumble, desiring nothing more than to fulfil your life's purpose of giving tooru-nii everything he wants — you're lucky that he wants you right now.

"of course, darling," he responds dismissively, as if your words didn't make a drop of pre-cum fall from his sobbing tip. "just have to make sure you're ready is all." and he does so thoroughly, dipping his head as he lifts your legs up, up, and up until you're almosy folded in half, his own torso bent over so he can press a sloppy kiss against where he knows your clit is restlessly throbbing. he's wreckless as he spreads your slick folds with his pointer and middle finger from below, his chin almost touching the dip between his digits as he feasts on you. the textured surface of his tongue licks a thick stripe from the origin of your sweet nectar and up to your clit that he finds underneath the cloak of your puffy folds, the edge of his wet muscle roughly flicking as his mouth latches on to the surrounding skin so he can suck down.

oh, the noises you make as your hands grip his chestnut locks are almost as intoxicating as your taste, and if there's ever been a time when tooru was pussy-drunk, it was nothing compared to now: he was absolutely inebriated beyond return with you.

he repeats what he did before, tracing circles around your entrance before he slides a finger in only halfway, so as to keep the last remaining evidence of your purity intact, then another to stretch you out — to be the considerate brother he always is, of course.

your back slowly lifts and he feels your fingers curl tighter around his hair, so he doubles down, lapping at your clit with lewd smacks of his lips filling the room until he feels your body tense — and that's when he pulls away from you without pity, the desperate cry from your poor lips that've swelled from how hard your teeth dug into them making it his turn to moan.

you look debauched, but he knows that there's still an ounce of innocence left within you that he's intent on taking.

"sweet imouto-chan," he murmurs as he finally takes your aching legs, folding them so your calves rest on each of his toned shoulders, his knees a few inches from your ass that's almost lifted from the mattress. "won't you tell me you love your nii-chan one more time?" soft lips press along your calf and he noses gently as a show of affection, luring you into saying what he wants to hear again.

"love you, tooru-nii," you respond obediently, lust thick in your voice as you realise how sticky you are between your legs, how much your entrance is clenching on nothing when it should be him instead.

"that's my girl," he repeats, but you don't mind hearing the same sweet words over and over, the possessiveness behind them. from where he kneels, he gets the perfect view of your slit and how it glistens in the moonlight with as much craftsmanship as if you were a hand-painted masterpiece of art about to go up in the louvre.

his cock twitches and chest clenches when he realises that all of it is for him, and that's how it'll be from now on — he'll make sure of it. greedy palms skim down your legs and hips until he can grab at your tits, the perfect size to fit in his hold, using them as leverage as he starts to finally tease his leaking tip against your desperate hole. with skilled thumbs, he flicks your pebbled buds and leans down so he can watch as you become his.

"take it all like a good girl," is the last you hear before he pushes just the head of his cock in, but it's enough to make your eyes widen — this is nothing compared to the two fingers he used to prep you.

"i-it hur—" but he won't have any of that.

tooru pushes in deeper, harder, until he's halfway in and he can feel the resistance of your hymen disappear. but that's when your pain reaches a peak and your back arches off the bed, your tiny hands pushing at his shoulders to try and fight him. the training and growth from his time away from you was all for this moment, to make sure that he can continue going inside of you, despite how much you protest.

"good girl," he breathes out huskily, uncaring of your struggles and the tears that fall down the sides of your cheeks. you're so warm and tight and he wants you sheathed around him completely, so he does it, he takes what he wants. within seconds, tooru bottoms out until his tip is buried deep within your walls and his head lolls, unable to keep it up as pleasure pumps through his veins. "holy fuck," he groans.

your sobs have quieted by now and your body's too limp to do fight back any longer — not that it would've had any impact. selfishly, he doesn't care if you've adjusted or if you will, his hips vigorously bucking against yours so he can pump in and out of your sweltering walls. the sound of his body pounding against yours is only amplified by the liquid shame that covers your thighs and his own.

with watchful eyes, he commits the way your face contorts from pain, then morphs into one of pleasure to memory as he lifts a hand to your cheek, making his weight no longer crush down on your chest as much. he caresses your tear-stained face, feigning pity in his chestnut orbs, but the smirk on his lips is as twisted as his thoughts. god, he loves the sight of you getting fucked dumb, each and every thought leaving your head each time he plunges into your hot, wet walls, until he pushes against the spongy bundle buried deep in you — then your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

"who's nii-chan's sweet whore?" he grits out through his teeth, trying his best to keep his head from throwing itself back so he can watch you; he doesn't want to miss a single second of this. with the way your mouth only parts to let out lewd whimpers and moans, he knows he won't get an answer, but that's alright.

your gummy walls have already tightened and pulsed around his cock over and over — no surprise when he was the first thing to ever penetrate you, let alone this deep. the hand on your chest drops to hold your hip, prompting you to arch your back as he lets the fingers on your chest find solace in between your slippery folds to draw rough circles around your throbbing clit, forcing relief on you.

"be a good little sister and cum nii-chan's cock while he fills you up," he murmurs in a saccharine voice, so sweet that his proposition doesn't ring any alarms in your head. all you do is nod pathetically and grip his biceps ( when did they get so hard to wrap your hands around again? ) as you brace yourself for another orgasm.

with the extra stimulation of his digits, you feel the coiling hot heat in your core far more than the previous times, your knuckles turning white as you try to contain the feeling, but to no avail with tooru-nii pushing harder and harder into you, drops of his sweat falling onto your tummy.

"n-nii-chan, wait—" you try. you really feel like it's too much, but you see that your cry falls on unhearing ears when tooru starts to moan louder and louder. he pulls his hand back to slap it down against your clit and that's the last thing you remember before you're screaming "nii-chan!" repeatedly in between sobs, finally letting go. your eyes clamp shut and your toes clench so hard, you might've twisted a muscle. the faint sound of "oh, fuck" in your brother's voice lingers when you feel the pressure building up inside of you become lifted, almost like relief. your fingers letting go of him one by one as the strength in your body depletes in the afterglow of your orgasm.

"cutie," his voice sounds almost... in disbelief. "fuck, you there?" his fingers give your aching clit a nudge, jolting you back to reality. "you...you squirted."

in an instant, your eyes fly wide open and you lift your head ( much to the protest of your already sore body ) to see the moisture that glistens on his torso and your thighs, a few drops falling down his legs, too.

"i'm so sorry," you blurt out, shame making your cheeks redden even further, but tooru-nii looks far from enraged or displeased. his smile only widens and he leans in to press a kiss to your wet forehead.

"and what would you have to apologise for, sweetheart?" he seems more pleased — a bit cocky, even — and he slowly slips out of you ( not without a groan ), paying no mind to the mess on his sheets as he lays down beside you, turning onto his side with an arm stretched out under his head, the other hand stroking your damp cheek with the backs of his fingers. "you've been nothing but perfect."

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the sun in argentina seems so much more powerful than it is back home, your skin having grown just a shade darker despite all the sunscreen you've been using. it was inevitable with how much time you spend on the beach in a skimpy bikini each day after tooru-nii finishes practice with his team — he won't let your feet touch sand unless you're nude or only covering the absolute necessities.

after a few weeks, you've adjusted to tooru's schedule — wake up, go for a jog, eat, practice, beach, fuck, then sleep; rinse and repeat. he never asks if you miss home or if and when you want to go back. you gave up your scholarship and admission to the school you got into the second tooru-nii asked you to move to argentina with him.

the first time he introduced you to his teammates, you couldn't understand any of the conversation taking place above your head, but the catcalls and whistles that came during it made you squirm just a bit. one of them looked at your face, then nii-chan's repeatedly, asking something about siblings you're sure because he said it in english, and you paid enough attention in school to learn that word. but nii-chan just gave a friendly hit to the man's shoulder and shook his head. when you had asked tooru about it later, he gave you a confused look, head tilted.

"you're my sweetheart, darling. i might be your big brother, but i love you much more than that — we love each other more than that." his toned arms pulled you in for an embrace and you returned it with a tight smile, nodding as you lowered your head against his shoulder, a single tear escaping your wet eyes.

this was what you were made for: to serve tooru-nii, no matter where he is in the world. you're his sweet doll, his darling — his perfect imouto-chan.

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[vemuabhi]

Just a Neighbour

Annyong Haseyo!! I have participated in another collab #livedeliciously🐐collab hosted by @medusashima , I hope you like this fic.

Pairing : Oikawa x Reader

Word count : 2K

Warnings : Yandere AU ; House break

Summary : The Cute Athlete Next door seems to be hiding something and how can your cat be so in love with him?

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Just a nice neighbour, your thoughts about him changed so quickly when you saw him in the next room beside your bedroom. You thought your cat, ‘glitter’ was the one responsible for tearing the posters of the Boy Idol Group in your house. But now you were sure, It wasn’t Glitter, It was the athlete next door, who was now in your living room making himself comfortable.

What did you do to make things to escalate this way.

Just 5 months ago, he moved into the next door. You nearly got a crush on the brunet when you laid your eyes on him. But it disappeared quickly because you weren’t serious. You bumped into your cute neighbour every now and then but never really paid any attention to him. But you should have had.

One night as a series was playing on TV while you tried to put up the posters of your favourite boy band, your cat, Glitter started to tap on your main door. You noticed her. She did that when someone was outside your door. But no one rang the bell to your house. You opened the apartment door and noticed the setter opposite to you, Infront of his apartment door. He was fiddling with his sports bag and turned to look at you.

“Are you searching for something?”, he smiled weakly at your question.

“I…”, he looked at his bag and dropped his hands to his sides, “think I lost my keys”, a sigh left his lips.

“Tried to call the owner?”

“He didn’t pick up my call”, he shrugged.

It was already 10:40 PM and the weather was pretty cold. He looked sad even though he smiled. It was clear that he needed help and wanted to ask for help but was hesitating. Being a people pleaser didn’t stop you right now.

“Come inside, I’ll call the owner and get you the spare key”, you said as his face lit up. You moved to the side to let him inside your house. The moment he passed you was when you actually realized how tall he was. The moment was just a brief second, but the man looked exceptionally handsome. His brown orbs met yours then you averted your gaze. ‘Hope that didn’t seem creepy’, you thought as you closed the door.

“Thankyou”, he smiled looking at you as he sat on the couch.

“No problem”, you took your phone from your pocket and dialled the contact of the owner’s son. Soon a sleepy voice was heard on the other end of the phone.

“Kenny, I need a help”, you said making the gamer click his tongue in annoyance.

“What now? Do you not know that I have a live session tomorrow morning?”

“I do remember that but”, you looked at the brown head in your room fiddling his hands nervously, “I have a situation here”, from the corner of your eyes you saw him getting something from the floor. Then when your gaze landed on him again properly, he was just looking around the room. No sign of moment. ‘Huh? I thought that he mov-‘, your thoughts were interrupted by Kenma on call.

“So What?”

“Help me please~~”, you could hear him cursing but your lips turned up into a smile, because you knew he was going to help you.

“Hmm?”

“So, the tenant of 403 needs their duplicate keys”, Oikawa gave you an awkward smile as you glanced at him, “He… lost them”.

“Ah That guy. Where is he right now?”, you covered your mouth slightly and whispered, “He is in my apartment now”.

“WHAT!? IM COMING NOW”, he ended the call.

“You’ll get your keys soon”, you said as he said thanks. Your cat glitter walked up to the athlete and purred making your eyes widen.

“She normally doesn’t do that with strangers”, you said as he stopped for a second before picking her up. ‘What was… that?’, you thought but quickly brushed it off as he kissed glitter.

‘Damn that was… freaking cute’, you thought as glitter purred when Oikawa started to pet her.

“Where have you been to?” you asked the setter as his eyes widened, as if he was surprised.

“How did you know I was out of town?”

“Ah! Your bag seemed like it was too heavy to just carry it for the normal daily practice. So, I guessed it”, you scratched the back of your neck trying your hardest to not be awkward.

“Oh, is that so. I thought that you noti-”, he stopped and averted his gaze from you and continued, “Never mind, I was trying to say that I went to the other town for a tournament”.

“Wow! That seems amazing”, you said as you heard a knock on the door. You opened the door only to find the gamer in your hallway, struggling to catch air. ‘Did he run here?’

He walked towards Oikawa and handed him the keys. Oikawa thanked you and the gamer as he left the apartment. You closed the door behind him.

“Ken chan~ Thankyou~”, you hugged Kenma.

“Don’t get close to him”, you were taken aback with the way he said it. You were sure he would curse you for making him come this late but never did you expect these words.

“Why do you think I wanna get close to him?”

“Just my responsibility to make sure you know”, he said as he ruffled your hair and peered into your eyes without breaking the hug, “I always get a bad feeling from him”.

“Don’t worry too much Kenny”, you said as you broke the hug and smiled at him. “Should I get you a pillow and blanket?”

“You take the couch”.

“Wha-?”

XOXOXOXOXOXO

A few days later as you were got into your apartment, you noticed Glitter was missing. ‘Where is she?’, your heart started to race as you failed to find her in all of her favourite spots and as well as the complete house. You got down to the entrance of the complex and heard the sound of a cat. Your instincts acted and you turned towards the sound. There she was, Glitter in the hands of your Neighbour as he was talking to a lady. ‘What the hell?’, your thoughts ran wild, ‘When did she get so attached to a stranger? Its not at all like her’.

“Glitter!”, you exclaimed and then she jumped down from Oikawa’s arms to come towards you.

“When did you get out?”, your voice was full of worry as you picked her up and held her close.

“She was walking outside the park”, your vision shifted to the man who was now beside you. “Got her back when I noticed”.

“Thank..you”, never she left the apartment. Never once. She was always an indoor cat and hated to go outside. But now she was in your arms and it was all that mattered to you.

You smiled at her “Lately she is being kinda naughty”, you said as you shook her in your arms, “Even tore some of my posters the other day, had to get new ones”, your gaze shifted again towards him and he was looking at you with… a smile. You told yourself not to judge anyone but that smile of his… That sent a chill down your spine like none.

“Well… We will be going now”, you gave him a small nod and swiftly walked into the apartment complex. Without even turning back you stepped into your house and shut the door behind you. ‘Its wrong to judge others without knowing anything’, you thought but the racing heart of yours couldn’t not calm down.

“Don’t wander away next time”, you hugged Glitter and crouched down with your back leaning on your front door.

XOXOXOXOXO

It was 3:30 AM, and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t fall asleep. You had work tomorrow morning and you couldn’t lose anymore sleep now. But then, you heard little claws scratching. ‘Was she scratching on the door?’

Just when you were about to ignore Glitter, a sound made your blood ran cold. The door opened. Your body felt heavy, couldn’t even move a muscle. The foot steps in were slow but it was clear that they were coming towards you.

A small creak was heard indicating the bedroom door of yours was being opened wide. You always left it open to let glitter in and out of the room anytime she wanted. You closed your eyes and tried your best to make your breathing even. It was pitch black. You couldn’t see anything but could the footsteps as they got closer. They came to a halt as they were right infront of you.

Your body was already unable to move because of the fear. You stayed very calm as you could feel cold fingers on your cheek. You stayed calm. Then the cold touch was gone and the foot steps were heard again, stepping away from you. After a couple of seconds, you opened your eyes little and saw the reflection of a tall man with… brown hair in the mirror diagonal to you. Just when he was about to turn, you instantly closed your eyes to not raise any suspicion to him.

‘Oikawa! That neighbour is the one who broke in now’, screamed in your head. You heard him leaving your bedroom. Your lips quivered while you tried to not cry. It wasn’t the time for tears. You could hear the sound of paper ripping. Then you opened your eyes.

‘It was him! It was him who tore my posters!’, you again closed your eyes placing your hand on your chest trying to calm your heart. It didn’t work when you heard Glitter’s meows and purrs. ‘So how many days did he broke into my house to even make my cat like him’, your memories flashed and then you remembered something which you should’ve given a thought way before. A few days earlier, glitter was playing with a small key. You thought nothing of it but you should’ve noticed it. That was before Oikawa lost his keys after he came back from the tournament. What could you do now? All of those thoughts are useless now. You could only hope for him to leave your house and leave you and Glitter without any harm.

As if it was miracle, you heard the sound of the main door closing. You waited for a moment to check if there was no noise heard. Then you swiftly got up and rushed towards the living room for Glitter. But little did you know, it was no Miracle.

Just when you entered the living room, the lights of the room turned on, making you to look at the person near the switchboard. Your face went pale when he smiled at you with Glitter in his arms, slowly petting her.

“So you were awake like I thought”, your felt shivers on your complete body when he walked towards you slowly. “How many times should I tear those posters sweetheart?”, he enquired as you looked at the pile of torn posters.

“Why? Why are you here?”, you asked in return as his smile dropped.

“I asked you the question first but since it's our first time, I’ll let it go”, he was now in front of you.

“You usually shiver whenever I touch your cheeks while you sleep”, a tide of fear took over your body again. He let Glitter go from his arms. It was foolish of you to even think of escaping now. He placed his index finger under your chin while his other arm slid behind your waist. Pulled you closer as he looked into your eyes. His smile reappeared on his face when he noticed your eyes got glossy.

He tilted your face and placed a kiss on your lips. He wiped the tears from the corner of your eye and said, “I knew you weren’t sleeping darling, you’re a bad actor”.

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[thelaughtercafe]

A Short Sulk

Tea Type: Subtly Sweet Tea (Fluff with some Hurt/Comfort)

Potential Triggers: Insecurity over being short, very quick referenced bullying

Pairing: Oikawa/F!Reader

Length: 785

Summary: You mention your insecurities to your adoring boyfriend and he offers you comfort in the best way he knows how.

“Being short is the worst. You’re so lucky being tall, Oikawa.”

You pouted as said boy looked down at you in surprise at the formality, having been reading the newest volleyball magazine.

“What brought this on all of a sudden babe? I thought you loved it when I teased you about your height!”

His words were sincere and sweet and instantly made you go bright red at said true statement and caused your pout to deepen as you fidgeted, looking at your hands.

“It’s just…I overheard some girls today talking about us. They…they said I look like a kid. That I may as well be your sister or something and that you’ll get bored of cute and want someone sexy or beautiful once you know what a real woman is.”

He frowned at that, immediately putting the magazine aside and moving to join you on the floor from his bed.

“I thought we talked about this. Those girls are jealous because I never look at them twice.”

He kept his anger down with difficulty, focusing on comforting you instead. He sat in front of you, mimicking your criss-cross-applesauce way of sitting as he reached out and gently raised your face to his with a palm on your cheek.

“You are plenty sexy, and feminine. Beautiful and adorable all in one. Sure, you’re tiny. But in my opinion that just riles me up more. Trust me babe-”

He snickered, eyes darkening in lust a moment as he scanned you.

“You’re a woman and I sure as Hell ain’t attracted to you in a familial way. I have urges I’d never have with family. I’m just going slow since I know this is your first relationship and I respect your boundaries and want to go at your pace, that’s all.”

He leaned in and you eagerly met his lips before pulling back, crawling into his lap and sighing as you snuggled into him.

“I’m so lucky. Thanks Tooru.”

He hummed into your hair, pecking the top of your head.

“Of course, starlight. It’s just the truth. And…y'know… there is one thing that being short lets me do much easier~”

You heard the teasy tone now in his voice and tensed, already blushing and hiding your face in his neck to whine.

“Tooru c'mon-”

He moved his neck away so you couldn’t hide your blushing face snickering and cooing down at you as one arm kept you against him and the other got ready to attack.

“You’re the perfect size for me to tickle senseless whenever you feel down. Let’s see where to get first~?”

He hummed in feigned thought as the long fingers holding you to his chest already began wiggling against your side and tummy, making you burst into giggles and push on his chest to try and escape as you squirmed.

“Hehehehey!! No fhahahair!!”

“I think it’s plenty fair!! I gotta make my stunning girlfriend feel better or what kind of boyfriend would I be?”

His other hand began squeezing at your other side before fluttering up to scribble at your ribs making you squeal.

“A n-nice one!!”

He smirked mischievously at that, gently guiding you to the floor to pin your wrists above your head and get more access to your other tickle spots.

“Nice? But you love when I’m mean and teasy when I tickle you, don’t you? You’re lucky I didn’t make you beg for it like usual because I’m feeling charitable tonight. But I still have to punish you somehow…hmm… ”

You bucked as he attacked your underarms with both hands, leaving you to try and catch his hands fruitlessly.

“Get on with it!”

You whined as he again pretended to think, tickling you senseless as his hands jumped every which way. He sighed dramatically.

“If you insist then…such an impatient brat I have~”

You squealed at the feeling of him lifting up your shirt already laughing and pushing at his head desperately.

“Tooru nohohoho!!”

He laughed just above your vulnerable tummy, opting to gently pin your hands down on either side of you so he could have his fun.

“Tooru yes! Don’t worry baby, think of this as the grand finale!”

You threw your head back and bucked, laughing as he began kissing, nibbling and raspberrying your stomach. He didn’t let up until you began snorting and had tears in your eyes and a giddy grin on your lips. He pulled back, satisfied with his handy work and dragged you to his bed, letting you cuddle into him and giggling himself as you nuzzled his neck in revenge. He squeezed your side in warning to make you flinch and you both dozed off giggly and content, with smiles on your faces.

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[em1e]

planetary (GO!)

‘ let’s ruin everything, blast it to the back row. ‘

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you bump shoulders with makki, a frown on your face at his suggestion. 

“what?” he laughs despite the disapproving stare, “i don’t think it’s so stupid! just think how easy it would be – we grab some masks and uniforms off some dead draculoid’s, slip ‘em on, sneak in and grab some supplies, and dip before anyone notices we were there.”

mattsun clicks his tongue, leaning against the table the blueprints of the draculoid’s base sits, taking in how it’s considerably smaller than normal ones the five of you raid. “if anything, it should be easier,” he adds after a moment, “since it’s not as big.” 

but you, ever the voice of reason when iwaizumi isn’t around, still shake your head, “it’s different than us just sneaking in though,” the frown still hasn’t left your face, arms now crossing over your chest, “we’d be pretending to be one of them, and we don’t know their protocol or routines or–” 

“you’re overthinking it.” oikawa groans, head hitting the table. you suppose his aggravation is reasonable, considering the fact that your group hasn’t had a proper meal that consisted of anything more than a few crackers and some sliced jerky, but still it leaves your eyes narrowing at him, “like makki said, we’d be in and out before they'll know we were there.” 

you open your mouth to argue, maybe about how none of you have even had the chance to collect the stupid draculoid’s outfits and that could take days that you know none of you will survive without the much needed sustenance, when someone pushes open the door of the rundown bar you’ve decided to make your base for the past week. 

makki and mattsun raise their guns in defense, only to take in who exactly has walked in, before sighing and placing them back on the table. 

iwaizumi’s brows raise in question from the tension in the room, a jug of freshly filtered water in one hand, a tattered bag in the other. tufts of black poke out from the top, your eyes squinting in an attempt to take it in. 

“don’t tell me you agree with this stupid plan.” you turn your body to fully face iwaizumi as he approaches to set both the bag and the jug down, careful to not cover the blueprints. 

you ignore makki’s small pout at you calling his plan stupid, “i think it holds some merit,” he argues, “and this base is the closest to ours. not to mention smaller,” your glare shifts from iwaizumi to mattsun, who mumbles a small ‘see?’ as iwaizumi continues, “and we need the food. we’re not gonna make running on fumes.” 

“but we–” 

“if you’re so concerned,” oikawa sits up properly, looking bored to still be having this conversation, “then stay here. we can grab whatever and be out before the days over.”

the frown returns to your face at the idea of not helping, despite your reservations. how are they so unconcerned with the unknown? surely, there’s a shop or something nearby you guys haven’t checked, something with a little more food so you can think rationally about this– 

“hey,” you blink, pulled out of your spiraling thoughts at the hand placed gently on your shoulder. mattsun smiles softly at you, squeezing, “don’t worry ‘bout it. we’ll handle this and eat good tonight.” 

you look away, fingers clutched in the hem of your shirt before you sigh heavily, “i’ll go.” you settle. more hands means more supplies, you shouldn’t be the reason there’s a lack of food. 

makki grins wide at this, clapping, “perfect, everyone’s on board! we can make a game out of it, see who can grab the most stuff.” 

the tension remains in your shoulders despite the reassuring squeeze mattsun offers again, before he’s moving to sift through the bag of masks and outfits, distributing them to everyone as he sees fit. 

“where’d you get these from, anyways?” you grimace at the mask as you turn it over in your hands, running your fingers over the leather. 

“kunimi made them,” iwaizumi shrugs, “gave him a real one as a reference and he said these were ready a few days ago.” 

another frown makes its way on your face at the implication that they’d been planning this for longer than they’d let on; your opinion on whether it was a good idea or not being no real concern since it was something they were going to do regardless of your thoughts. 

the five of you slip on the outfits, the masks soon following, and head towards where chaos would surely ensue. 

and it’s chaos. just not the chaos you expected. 

you run into iwaizumi as he’s grabbing the last bit of his supplies, nodding his head at you as a sign of being a friend. you nod back, falling in step with him, ready to exit the base. it was far easier than you expected, and maybe you were worrying for nothing. 

then there’s a loud explosion, iwaizumi cursing and pulling you towards him in an attempt to protect you from any debris that scatters to your right, before another two explosions follow. 

“those idiots.” he mumbles, reaching into his supply bag. you follow the movement as he drags you away from the base, bringing out a small device and pressing the button at the center. 

a final explosion follows, heat blowing against your back as it sparks from where the two of you had just been standing, and it takes everything in you to not rip yourself away from him until you’re back in the safety of the bar. 

you’re panting, supply bag falling off your shoulder and you shove iwaizumi away when he moves to grab it from you. 

“what the hell was that?” 

the bag falls to the ground in time with his brow rising, opening his mouth only to shut it just as quick when the bar’s doors swing open with makki and mattsun walking through. 

mattsun presses a hand to his side with makki seeming to hold up most of his weight, both of their bags dropping to the floor beside your own. mattsun still holds the same device iwaizumi had, with the button down as if to show it was now inactive. 

“you guys lied to me!” you step away when iwaizumi tries to place a hand on your shoulder to calm you down, “you guys are unbelievable–” 

mattsun groans, leaving makki to guide him to one of the few decent chairs to sit, lifting up his shirt to show the blistering skin of his side. 

“can we talk about this in a second and help him?” makki almost snaps, turning his head to glare from your lack of concern. you take in mattsun’s injury with wide eyes, all heat leaving your body at the sight before rummaging through your supply bag, pulling out gauze and bandages and what you think is alcohol from the smell, but the label has been rubbed away. 

“where’s oikawa?” you ask once crouched in front of the male, gentle fingers cleaning around the wound despite the way he hisses through clenched teeth. 

“and what the hell happened?” iwaizumi glowers, dragging the remaining two bags towards the center of the base to go through them. 

there’s a pause where makki and mattsun share a look, the silence leaving your own hands to stop their ministrations of wrapping mattsun’s torso to look between them. 

“my bomb just started ticking,” mattsun explains, “i didn’t click the fucking button. i threw it, but it didn’t go far enough.” he grimaces as you finish with the bandages. 

“i thought that was the signal, so i did mine after,” makki kicks an empty bottle away from his foot. it clatters to the other side of the room, bouncing off the wall, “i saw oikawa for a second before that. he was grabbing something from the base still.” 

“he was still inside?” iwaizumi presses, standing straight. 

“i don’t know,” makki clarifies, “i’m just sayin’ before mattsun’s bomb went off, he was there.” 

“unbelievable,” you whisper, “you guys are fucking unbelievable.” 

“(y/n)–” mattsun reaches for you, wincing when you shove his hand away with a wobbling lip. 

“no. don’t (y/n) me. i didn’t like this stupid plan in the first place, and you guys lied to me about it–” 

“we didn’t lie,” your eyes snap to makki, narrowed despite the tears that threaten to fall from your lashes, “we just didn’t tell you the whole plan.” 

“it’s exactly the same,” you argue weakly, “and now oikawa might be dead because of it, or turned into a draculoid, or captured, or–” 

a low whistle breaks you from your ramblings, every head turning at the sound. 

oikawa leans against the door of the bar, arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his lips. “didn’t know you cared ‘bout me so much.” 

a small, ”i don’t.” falls from your lips with no real hostility, visibly relaxing at the sight of him. 

his smirk morphs to a smile, tossing his bag to iwaizumi across the room, who catches it with ease. 

“don’t worry so much about everything,” he chastises, “we’re gonna be just fine.”

#FIRST FORM: shivers of first love #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #tooru x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime x reader #makki x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #takahiro hanamaki x reader #takahiro x reader #hanamaki x reader #issei matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #issei x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #x reader #haikyuu x reader

[akiogiyuuxo]

Chapter 1 ' The First meeting '

a/n: This is a kirishima Toru x reader from 'The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting'

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Pairing: Kirishma Toru x Reader (gender natural)

A/n: Some chapter's may include sexual themes, violence, or triggers to some. Please keep in mind I do not write prefect English but I try my best to :D .

The fandom is pretty small and there's not really a lot of fanfic of this anime/character so I decided to make one myself and for some other people. Other than that, please enjoy the story.

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genre: fluff, just fluff?

Warnings: cussing? Spoilers? that's all.

Summary: You are an assistant to Yuri Mashiro, one who works for him. One day you're assigned to a mission. A mission you'll soon regret..

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Oh how you hated his guts. assigned to be a teacher just to be on the look out for anything that catches his eye.

Seriously, who does he think he is! Making you seem like a puppet or a toy to play with.

But right now, you heard that Kirishima toru has changed and has been looking after some little girl. And that was your task to do. To observer the guy and the little girl.

You snapped out of thoughts when Yuri called out for you. "You heard what I said, right?" You jumped in fear, knowing that you were lost in thought.

" Ah sorry sir. I was zoned out for a bit." you confessed. He smirk and looks out the window.

"I said, You must remember what your mission is. If you ever think of messing up.." he turned his head around and had a face that made you had fear.

"I-I think I understand sir.. I won't disappoint you." You said as you collected yourself. "aha good! Well then here is where you get drop off now." He says as a servant opens the door for you to step out of the car.

"ah yes, I promise to do what is told sir." As you step out of the car, Yuri gently grabs your hand and kisses it.

"That's my doll~" he lets go and the servant closes the door. You stood there flustered.

You shock it off before seeing the car go and disappear out of sight. You sighed knowing this is probably a mistake you did, but too late to turn back.

Truth be told, you hated knowing damn well you didn't like working for him. But it's only a way to survive.

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LATER ( During the morning and school time) " Good morning class! Today your teacher would be taking a break over the year. So for today now on Mx.(L/N) will be your teacher. Please say hello to them and make them feel welcome! "

You waved and bowed as you heard children said hello.

"Glad to be your teacher this year. Should we get stared?" You said as children cheered.

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Now that you look at her. She does seem to be an adorable girl. 'Yaeka' was her name. Your surprised about hearing her mother being in a coma and yet still survived. It was lunch time decided to go to see why she didn't want to play.

"Hello dear." she seemed to jump when you appeared behind her. "Oh, what are you drawing?" you question as you try to see what she drew but was too late when she covered it.

"Nothing.." She said as she look embarrassed. "I've seen your drawing's before, I must say they look delightful and very amazing." as you said that, she seemed a bit more relax.

"Really?" she asked as she look into your eyes with joy. You smiled " Of course, don't tell anyone but I think yours is one that I loved the most." you winked and she giggled.

"Thank you." she smiled. "ofc, so why don't you let me see what you're drawing?" she seemed to think about it but then moved her hand aside to let the drawing be revealed.

"Oh! Is that your dad?" you asked as you point to a blue haired drawing. "No, that's...my babysitter." she said. "you have a babysitter? how cute!" you looked at it again.

"Your going to give it to him?" you ask as she looked up at you. "Yes! He said he likes my drawings so I was making one for him." you can't believe how cute she can get.

"I'm sure hes going to love it." you smiled while she giggled and talked more about him.

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Lunch and break time was over. It was time to go home, as all the students were packing up their stuff.

You go grab something from the drawer and grab some special crayons box. You go over to Yaeka and give it to her. "Here have this, these are some that don't break. And I see that you use Blue a lot. So keep it okay?" you said as she takes it and smiles.

"Thank you!" she says happily. As you walk out the students to the gate and see for them to go home. You kept your eye on Yaeka. That's when a man with blue hair and glassed appeared and yaeka ran up to him, calling he name. You watched as the man lowered down to her height and greet her.

'Kirishima ay, he really did changed.' you thought. Then your name was called by the little girl.

"That's my teacher over there! They were really nice and gave me these crayons to color with!" she said as Toru looked over her to see you.

He came back up and just stared. " Thank you for being kind." He said all of the sudden, "ah it was nothing, just trying to be nice that's all! heh". you laughed as yaeka waved at you "See you tomorrow Mx.(L/N)!" she said.

"(L/N)?" Toru mumbled. "Let's go little lady, kei has made some cookies for you." he said as he gentlny grabs the little girls hand to walk towards to their house.

You would be lying if you said you didn't found him quite cute. But who knows when the two of you will meet again....

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Chapter 1 finish, just need to do the other chapter. Just so you guys know, I may update slow but I'll try my best to update faster. Hope you guys liked this one a little bit :D !

#the yakuza's guide to babysitting #kirishima tooru #toru kirishima #toru x reader #kirishima tooru x reader #tooru x reader #the yakuza's guide to babysitting x reader #Yakuza yaeka

[the-illiterate-pirate]

hi, i am the person who sent in that one ask a long time ago about doctor play w/ tooru (loved ur hcs very much btw !!) and now my tooru brainrot has made its return so i wanted to request some headcanons (sfw/nsfw no preference) about yandere toru with a reader that works at the university hospital maybe as a nurse? thanks again and i hope what i asked for isnt too specific!

Yan!Tooru x Nurse HCs ♡ (nsfw under the cut)

Hii!! It's lovely to see you again! Ty ty for the lovely words and the great request!

Sfw

• He would do just about anything in his power to keep you in his sights, and Tooru isn't above threatening his boss to make sure you work same shifts/or even pair the two of you together

• One of the first people to comfort you after stressful situations. Tooru can tell easily when your exhausted from work and will give you a shoulder to rest on, or even some money to buy yourself some food for your break!

• Speaking of, ofc you two always go on break together

• Has taken up the hobby of watching you walk home after work. It's strictly just so he can make sure you get to your place safely. But sometimes Tooru can't help but visit in the morning hours. How did he find your house again? Oh, he was just jogging by and happened to notice you in the window. Crazy coincidence right? Oh well, he's got free breakfast to share, why not invite him in?

• Let's say he isn't too happy with the patients who treat you badly. Just a quick session with nurse Tooru gets them back on their feet, and they don't need to visit ever again! Come to think of it, it doesn't seem like anyone has seen them after they left the hospital... Strange.

• You're the hospitals power couple, almost everyone is gossiping about what a cute duo you make together. No one else working dares to try and break the two of you apart, unless they're a new hire, but you can rest easy knowing Tooru sets then straight very quickly

Nsfw

• Let's say you started working way after Tooru did. He was the first to step up and show you the ropes. He had the tendency to stand to close, talk too quietly in your ear, sometimes putting a sly hand too low on your hip. He's always been so touchy, nowadays you barely register it.

• If you're already dating, he uses the tiny checkup rooms to his advantage. The security cameras sight was easy to dodge, he loves backing you into a corner, making out with you on the job, coping a feel of your chest and getting you so desperate for him. He loves to tease you and pull away, washing off his hands and getting ready for the next patient while you're stuck suffering

• Is not scared of getting caught. He knows how to sneak around, but he loves to tease you about it, whispering about how dirty you are for letting him take advantage of you at work, about how just anyone could come in and find you pinned underneath him with your pants down. Hasn't gotten caught yet

• I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CALL IT. IT'S THE CHAIR TABLE THING YOU SIT ON IN THE ROOM, IT LOOKS LIKE THIS BUT THE NAME ESCAPES ME

You fuck on this

#tooru jojo #tooru x reader #spicy posts #yandere posting #idk they're very soft yandere but I'm using it just in case #jjba headcanons #jojolion #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jjba x reader

[ffsg0jo]

oikawa x gn reader

WARNINGS: none <33 -- masterlist

a/n: completely unrelated but i want a baby. i keep getting cute baby tiktoks on my fyp and i just want a baby now even though im wayyy too young and ik they're a lot of responsibility.

oikawa's heart screams. in love, in adoration, in admiration. it screams till the room's sprayed scarlet. a declaration of his love for you is painted on every wall, every sidewalk. with every step oikawa takes, a seal of your love is left behind. oikawa's heart screams for you. 

it beats for you as well. you found him when he was at an all time low. the same wounds freshly reopened, before they had time to even heal. he had hope that year as well, rubbing salt into his wounds. hopes of making it to nationals, maybe even winning, his team was strong. but evidently, not strong enough. looking back on it now the optimism was laughable, but his worthless pride refuses to admit it or even acknowledge it. because his optimism is what led him straight into your arms.

he tirelessly sought after you, days on end, hoping to be the cause of one of the beautiful smiles he’s ever seen. only to be playfully ignored and rejected. but, in the end, it was you that came to him. it was you that sought him out, to comfort him, to be the cause of the most precious smile you had ever seen, though you hated to admit it. 

not a day went by where you didn't feel cherished and loved by oikawa once you were finally his. yes, you had bad days in which harsh words were exchanged and tears were split, voices raised in frustration, but the pair of you couldn't bring yourself to stay away from each other, like a moth to a flame you were drawn back into each other. with soft apologies and passionate kisses you would reaffirm your affection for one another, knowing you would be okay. you could both make this work and you would. there was never a doubt with oikawa, and never will be.   

now you lay in each other’s arms, protected and shielded from the wretched world around you, encased in a cocoon of love. your heart’s synchronised, beating as one. his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you in closer, his chest comfortably pressed against yours. and you lay on top of him, head buried in his neck, occasionally pressing small kisses to his throat. oikawa felt as though he could finally breathe, finally relaxed in your arms, his mind free of everything, everything except you.   

the concept of forever scares oikawa, the idea of time going on, and on, and on, with no end in sight. the meaning of life is lost once forever comes into play. what would he be living for if he had forever? 

but he could spend an eternity in your arms, with you, he thinks to himself. ten times over. you gave his life meaning, taught him how to love, not just others, but himself as well. oikawa lives and breathes for your entire existence. you found cracks in oikawa’s heart and poured all your love and affection into them, making him whole, making him complete.

the concept of forever scares oikawa, but a forever with you, would be a dream come true.

* this is a repost from my old blog with minor edits !! *

© ffsg0jo 2022 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

#🌻.sunspell #🌻.fluff #🌻.haikyuu #spirithub #tahonet #tht.sinta #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa x reader #tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #oikawa x fem!reader #oikawa x male reader #oikawa x gender neutral reader #oikawa drabble #oikawa headcanons #oikawa fic #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #hqlabels

[floresuki]

haikyuu boys saying “i love you” for the first time.

a/n: hope you enjoy. I had fun writing this.

≡ ATSUMU MIYA

“I love ya.” These words rolled off infront of you for the first time when you both sneaked out of your houses just to eat ice cream in the famous ice cream parlour, it was your both’s favourite spot to hang out, even the employees became friends with you. To the teen girl who wore her hair in a messy ponytail to the 30-year old woman serving icecream there for almost 5 years, she was strict but nice. When you heard those words, you took a bite out of your ice cream to process what he just said, showing no sign of emotion but just a second later, you were trying to say “i love you too” back but your nervous demeanor had to mess everything up. It’s alright, he understands you. He knows what you wanna say.

≡ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

“I.. love you.” He first said this while playing a game with you. He was fighting a boss, just when his healer died and his DPS was on low hp, you came to the rescue with your strong-built Kokomi and Ayaka. These words weren’t only for this moment, they meant a “thank you” and a sincere “I love you.” for when you were with him, during his worst times, his happiest times, times when you kept patience with him when he didn’t. He loves you. Really.

≡ OIKAWA TOORU

“I love you, (y/n)!!” He said this when they won a match, he didn’t high-five his teammates before he ran upto you and engulfed you in his sweaty embrace, sucking the breathe out of you, he chanted these words in pure excitement and sincerity. He’s grateful for you, he could’ve never done this without you. Please, never leave him. His heart’s been broken many times. He loves you too much for another one, especially by you.

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya x reader #atsumu miya x you #atsumu x you #miya x you #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa x you #kiyoomi x you #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #tooru x you #oikawa x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff

[nenchainzz]

CANNN I PLEASEEE HAVE FORR THE GAME IF ITS STILL OPEN AND YOURE NOTT EXHAUSTEDD🥹🥹🥹🥹

bokutu akaashi and me (if you dont do polyy then oikss 🫶) LUV U BABYY AND THANKYOU 🫶

Your Disney World vaca with Tooru Oikawa!!

The rides you go on are: Under the Sea - Journey of the Little Mermaid and Frozen Ever After

The restaurant you eat at is: California Grill

The hotel you stay at is: Disney's Beach Club Villa

Little scene:

"Oh wow," you exclaim. "The view from the restaurant looks out over Cinderella's Castle." Oikawa looks quite pleased with your reaction.

"It's beautiful, right?" he asks. You nod your head quickly. "I got us the best table, and we can watch the fireworks while having dessert."

"Really??" you can't believe it. "It's gonna be so pretty."

"Yeah," he agrees. However, little did you know he had a special question to ask you while you had the glorious, beautiful fireworks go off in the background.

Send me a character, and I'll give you a small Disney World vaca!!

#\^o^/ Answered!! #ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ ˋ)੭ Lauren’s Moots <3 #Zen ( ੭ ･ᴗ･ ) #tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

[harukamisato]

love vomit

tw: flowers dying, one oblivious idiot (you)

oikawa tooru liked you. it was evident to everyone, but you. You thought the small gestures he did like drop you home, wait for you outside of your house to walk to school, surprise you with a hand-made alien themed bento and buy you flowers every time the one in your vase die was what normal friends do. he kept quiet thinking you’d realize it one day, but being the oblivious person you are, you didn’t. yes, it started to bug him but he just wanted to wait rather than blurting it out like an idiot. while on the other hand, you, who was horribly oblivious about his feelings for you, liked him back. yes, butterflies flew around in your stomach whenever he was around and did those gestures for you, but you brushed it off as “thats what friends are like, brush it off (y/n)!”. but one day he just had enough, he was tired of dropping hints! it felt he waited a light year just for you to remain oblivious as ever. he wanted to tell how he liked you for real this time, not gestures, only words. he’d be straight with his feelings, he can do it! so, there he sat with you on the little bench under the shade of the big tree that grew beautiful flowers in spring, you were sitting beside the lean boy who stared at the group of children playing on the other side sidewalk. you were about to finish ice cream as he called out your name “(y/n).” causing you to turn your head and the droplet fell on your plaid pants. “hm? what is it?” you raised an eyebrow as you lowered the hand that held your chocolate-flavored ice cream. “i love you.” was all he said, yes he was crimson red but he paid no attention, all he waited was for your answer. “oikaw-..” you fell silent as you tried to call out the boys name in shock, yeah you liked him, but him liking you back? was like a dream come true. “i like- love you too..” you blurted as you leaned in closer towards him and looked down where his bag was placed.  “you.. do?” he asked after that felt like an eternity, you nodded. your ice cream completely melted and was now melting on top of the bench, well it also got a little on your pants, but that’s okay, we’ll pay attention to it later, right now, this very situation is more important. you then felt fingers lifting your chin up, eyes to be met with oikawas.  his eyes seemed comforting, a sort of comfort you never saw in his eyes, it was either tease-y or excitement. this was new, but you liked it. you felt yourself fall more inside the hole of love, as so did he. he then broke your trance by asking a simple question, “will you.. go out with me?” while staring in your eyes that screamed ‘please’. you replied, “yes, yes, you idiot!” and then smashed your lips into his right after saying so.

#i fucking love this. #im so proud of myself i cannot #YES ITS LIKE ATSUMUS I KNOWWW I KNOWW #but who care #s #the more the s a m e the more the merrier #<3 #ehe #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #tooru x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu fluff

[snnbnny]

Just a question. How would Asahi, Oikawa, and Izuku (and add anyone else who you feel like could fit into this) would react to a s/o staying up way to late to finish a drawing <3

- Sad anonymous

me to sad anon me to...

-c/w: none just pure fluff

that being saidddddddddddddddddddddd

Asahi would worry about your health, to the point where he wouldn't be able to sleep until he knew you were to. But he also doesn't want to disturb you so he concludes to do his own thing until you come out of the home office. Whether its just making himself some hot tea and watching Ru Paul's Drag race (his most recent favorite show) or gets possesed by the fashion gods and creating new designs. However as soon as you were done he would follow you back to your bedroom and snuggle you so tight before passing out.

Oikawa, like Asahi, wouldn't be able to sleep knowing your up and about. But unlike Asahi he would simply go to wherever you are and stay with you till you were done, preferably he would do so by picking you up and out of your chair to take your spot then placing you on his lap. He would hold you close and use your shoulder as a head rest to watch you, although sometimes you have to watch out if he's in a certain mood he would tease you with kisses all over and nibbles to the neck- he's a cheeky fellow. There has been a few times that he's simply passed out and you had to wake him up in order for the two of you to go to bed. Oikawa reminds me of a puppy in this sense.

Izuku simply doesn't allow it. You need sleep and he always sleeps better when your in bed with him. He would be gentle about it don't worry, nurturing you and coddling you with sweet words. That being said he wouldn't leave much room for protest- he will physically bring you to bed if need be. Total dad move.

Bakugou is similar to Izuku in the manner where he won't let you stay up to late most days, but he wouldn't be gentle or nurturing just bossy and most likely insists on physically taking you to bed if you even hint at protest. However its not all that on common for him to stay with you instead if you tell him you desperately need to finish this piece or something, he would huff but not fight you much- instead he would pull over a chair or like Oikawa move you so he could take your chair and you could sit on his lap so he can hold you.

Tagging: @oikawas-milk-bread @kaminarili @fancybearcollectorsblog-blog @trollyluv

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[greenygreenland]

-this has been in my drafts since last year wow -Oikawa Tooru imagine

Okay, but imagine this:

You're having a bad day because you haven t been taking care of yourself. Volleyball was your second love, the one right after you met your best friend and (now) boyfriend Tooru.

At some point, you took it too far despite having having much homework and other responsibilities outside of volleyball. After practice you meet up with Tooru and he knows just by the look on your face that you're unwell.

"(Y/n)?" His voice is sweet and soft, that childish tone he always had gone with the wind. "What's wrong?" You're about to answer him, and you really didn't plan to lie that you were fine when you weren't. But at the last second, the world starts to spin and you find your knees wobbling.

Tooru's worried face tilts as you stumble. You're so tired that you don't even have the energy to cry out. Tooru catches you into his chest, pulling you close as he lifts you off the ground, gym bag and all.

You blame it on your stupid perfectionism. Your stupid ambitions. Your want to be a step further than the people who always leave you in the dust. It always seems that no matter what you do, you're behind. Forgotten.

But not with Tooru. Never with Tooru.

"You might be dehydrated," he seriously begins. "You had a good lunch today, and we both had the same thing for breakfast." When he sets you down on a bench, he opens his water bottle and places it to your lips. Despite the calm expression he's overtaken, you sense he's panicking underneath that.

Tooru wanted to be strong for you. There was no time to be acting like a little kid when you could be seriously injured, or worse.

That thought sends him spiraling. He whips out his phone and hurriedly scrolls through his contacts for Hajime's. When the line beeps and Hajime picks up, Tooru lowers your head on his lap. He digs a hand through your locks, gently running his long fingers through them.

"Iwa-chan?!" he cries into the phone. "Yeah, I know I just saw you leave--no, that's not--shut up--it's (Y/n)! She's not feeling well and--okay, yeah. I'm by the entrance on the bench under the Sakura tree. Thanks."

Tooru hangs up rather hastily and places a hand to your forehead. "(Y/n), have you been stressed out lately?" he inquires. "I know you do other clubs besides volleyball, and on top of that, you have advanced classes." A dramatic gasp suddenly escapes his lips and he doesn't take a second longer to pull you back to his chest into a loving embrace.

"T-Tooru..."

"Don't do this to yourself." He mutters into your hair. "I don't...I don't want you to end up like me." The weight in his voice hurts. It makes your chest heavy and the pain in your head subside into a cold, icy front. You stare up at him into those warm, concerned eyes of his. A simple 'I'm sorry' sits on your tongue. You can't muster the courage to say it when sorry wouldn't take that pained look off his face.

Tooru plants a caring kiss to your forehead, as if he were afraid you'd shatter under his touch. You link hands with his, giving it a shaky squeeze. "I'll agree if you do the same," you murmur. "No overworking yourself either. Else we'll both end up like this."

A small, unamused cross between a chuckle and a sigh escapes Tooru's lips. He only brings you further still, cupping your pale cheeks in his. He traces a thin, smooth finger across your face. "We're just so alike, aren't we Princess?"

"I don't know if that's a good thing." Whether your weak comeback was funny or not didn't matter. You both sit there in each other's embrace, chuckling and laughing to the best of your ability. When Hajime pulls up by the gates with his mum's car, Tooru scoops you into his arms bridal style and marches down the lane.

"We'll have to work on your sleep schedule." he notes. "You need your beauty sleep as much as I do. It's good for your hair and your skin, you know."

"Only because of you I do." You rest your head against his chest with a low sigh. "I'm sorry for scaring you Tooru. I'm alright, promise. I just...I guess I'm tired. And stressed out."

Tooru understands. He understands and he knows because he's been there from day one. If there was one thing you both shared, it was your undying dedication to your individual ambitions.

"You don't feel good enough." The words left his mouth before he could give it a second thought. "You're constantly looking at someone else's back, and because of that, you're scared to be left behind." He glances down at you and all you can do is bury your face in his chest.

He's warm. Comforting.

You don't even care about the sweat because you're just as sweaty as him. There was no one else in the universe who could make you feel so safe.

A small nod is all you muster. Tooru's expression softens and he kisses your head again. "Well, my Princess is amazing," --the bright tone returns to his voice-- "and if she can't realise that, then I'll show her. Somehow. She's strong, and no matter how many times she falls, she gets back up again. That's why I love her."

He pauses in front of Hajime's car to meet your eyes.

"That's why I love you. I don't care what you think because you're good enough and always will be. Why? Because you're (Y/F/N), my Princess."

Tears blur your vision and burn at the edges of your eyes. You sink into Tooru's touch as he opens the door and cradles you close to him in the backseat. Hajime doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to when he knows you've got each other.

The car starts. A soft song falls from the radio, a quiet calm that drowns out your sniffles. When the chorus comes on, Tooru's eyes burn. It's his turn to bury his head into you, because now, it's time for the tears to fall for him too.

It's then that Hajime decides to speak up. "Geez, what is this?" he grumbles. "A funeral?" There's a pause as he heaves a long breath. "We're going to my house, got it? I'll make dinner, but next week, we're having movie night at Shittykawa's. Deal?"

You and Tooru sniffle and wipe away each others' tears. It's cheesy and stupid, but it makes you feel a little better to know you aren't alone in your sob-fest.

"Deal!" you exclaim in unison.

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[akiogiyuuxo]

Chapter 4 ' Visit '

a/n- Read chapter 1 , chapter 2 , and Chapter 3 if you haven't :D

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Pairing: Kirishma Toru x Reader (gender natural)

Anime: The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting

A/n: Some chapter's may include sexual themes, violence, or triggers to some. Please keep in mind I do not write prefect English but I try my best to :D

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genre: fluff, romance, spicy

Warnings: Spoilers?

Summary story: You are an assistant to Yuri Mashiro, one who works for him. One day you're assigned to a mission. A mission you'll soon regret..

Summary chapter: After the last encounter you weren't sure how to face it but then Yaeka invites you to have dinner at her house. Will it be a good idea? Or something you will regret more.

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“L/n-san, Mashiro-sama would like to have a talk with you.” you quickly snapped out of your thoughts, ‘ were you finally getting fired? What could you possibly have done wrong?’  No. it’s not the time to think right now, you tell yourself. “I’m coming.” 

You walk down the halls of the place and try to stop shaking and think so negatively. But soon you're in front of your superior’s door where your mind goes blank. You take a breath and knock on the door. “Come in.” You open the door to see Yuri sitting down behind his desk with a person on the other side of his desk. Assuming he had a meeting.

“We’ll discuss this another time, I have things to do right now.” Yuri said as the person nodded and left the room. Leaving you alone with your superior. 

“You wanted to see me sir?” you asked. “Yes, the assignment I asked you to do. But failed to do so, since you got distracted by someone, yes?” he asked with an eye closed smirk. Knowing deep down that's a sign he wants you to say the truth. You looked down but nodded at his statement. How can you lie when he can read you like an open book. “ Yes sir, that’s correct..” 

He chuckles and gets up from his seat and goes around his desk to walk up to you. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. “ You don’t want a punishment now, do you?” He asked, smiling. You shake your head. “ Use your words, doll..” you gulp but did anyway. “N-no sir.”

He seemed satisfied with your response and let’s go of your chin. “Do the work correctly this time. Remember you’re my favorite assistant who does the work right. Don’t disappoint me.” He opens the door and closes it, leaving you alone with your thoughts. ‘ How are you gonna concentrate when that Tooru guy is always on your mind.’ 

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“ Good morning class! Today we’re drawing something we wish for in the future!” you said as students cheered. “Now, don’t waste time and start drawing!” Soon everyone started moving their pencil and planned. You look over to Yaeka and see her full focus on whatever she was drawing. You smiled and started going over to help students.

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“ Have a great day everyone!” you waved as you saw children going to their homes. However Yaeka starts walking up to you. “ Oh hello sakuragi-chan, what can I do for you?” you said as you bend down her level. She seemed shy to ask but spoke up.

“Can you come over to have dinner with us? I would like to thank you for helping me feel more comfortable at school.” You looked at her surprised but didn’t want to turn down her offer. “ Is your family okay with it? I don’t want to bother or-”

“My dad said it was fine, as long as they are not a threat to the family.” you weren’t sure if she was supposed to say that but it did freak you out. “W-well if your family says it's fine then I can accept your offer.” you smiled as she looks at you with joy in her eyes. 

‘ It's a good opportunity to learn more about the family and Kirishima.’ you thought. 

“Kirishima!” you look behind you and see him standing over you. Making you jump and laugh awkwardly. “ Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” He said avoiding eye contact. Yaeka explained to Kirishima what was going on. He wasn’t expecting you to come over but knew if that's what she wants then she can.

“Alright let's go then.” 

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You take off your shoes and leave them by the wall as you follow the little miss. She takes your hand and leads you to her room.

“ We can play while we wait for the food.” she said as she grabbed paper and colors. Oh how you wished she was your daughter instead and spoil her. 

Later when you guys drew for a bit, Yaeka seemed to know when the food was ready so she told you to follow her to the kitchen. And there was Kei,and Kanami preparing food. “ oh! Hello, you must be yaeka’s teacher.” Kanami said as she finished up putting food on the plates.

“ I’m guessing she talks about me a lot then.” You laughed softly. “ My name is Kanami Kurosaki, and he is Kei Sugihara.” she said as she pointed to Kei who waves. “ Nice to meet you.” you waved back “Nice to meet you too.” 

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“ So what’s your name?” Kei asked as he finished his plate. “Oh! Right, my apologies. I forgot I didn’t introduce myself yet. I’m (F/n) (L/n).” Kanami looked at you for a while before speaking.

“ I don’t mean to be rude but you look young to be a teacher, are you sure you're not a student or?” you laughed, you get that a lot. “I’m aware, my age doesn’t match my looks but I am enough to be one, yes. And I guess I’ll take that as a complaint.“

 She laughs as well and the talk goes on. “Do you guys know where the bathroom is? I need to use it.” you asked as you stood up. “ Yes, just take the right and it should be there.” Kanami said as you bowed and went. 

But you didn’t end up with the right direction. As you open the storage room thinking it was the bathroom, you go in and realize it wasn’t the bathroom. You turn around and bump into a man hitting your face with his chest. You look up and see Kirishima. “Looks like I caught myself a mouse.”

—--( A/N: a bit spicy/ lime underneath.)  

 He said as he made you back up to a wall. He then closes the door behind him and locks it. He pins you between the walls making you flustered.

“What were you trying to do, hm? Breaking in and stealing stuff?” He asked you. “N-no that’s not it! You got it wrong I just-”

He covered your mouth when you heard Kei’s voice talking random crap. As soon as he hears him far away he takes his hand from your mouth. “ I was just looking for the bathroom and I took the wrong turn.” He raised a brow and smirked. “You sure?” he asked as lean down to your face, almost touching lips. “How long are you gonna tease me?” You asked blushing. 

He soon closed the gap between you two. You were shocked but kissed back. After what seemed like a one minute make-out, you pulled away breath-less.

“Kirishima..”  “ Tooru..call me Tooru.” he said as he kissed down your neck. Making you whine.

How are you gonna get out of this mess?

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TBH)A/N: Anyways I almost forgot to do this but at the same time afraid of messing up. Tell me what you guys think. Ch. 5 will be coming soon but I wanna know how this one is. And chp.5 may contain $umt so look forward to that. I'm sorry if it seems rushed, I didn't have time to plan it out but will for the next chapter.

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[the-illiterate-pirate]

Begging to request something sfw for tooru from jojolion. I can't find fics of him anywhere. Idc what you do, maybe how he confesses? Him pining after reader? I'm deprived man.

Hi hello ty for the request! Apologies for the long wait!

Bad Case of Lovin' You

Notes: CW for scraps and cuts mentioned as well as hospitals, fem!reader in mind, it's talked about the reader having a long term illness but it isn't specified about but takes a part in the story. Also trying to get this out quick and I'm tired so I'll try to go over it for errors later

TG University was always so boring and lame. Until Tooru got to see you. Tooru didn't care if he wasn't allowed to have these feelings for a patient. He... was it even possible? He felt so passionately about you. Something inside his cold, rocky heart came to life when you visited him. Nothing else was able to elicit so much feeling from him. Aside from music. But he couldn't explain why.

You had been coming to the University hospital for years now. Some case of an unknown disease that you were plagued with from a very young age. Most of the time you came in for little checkups to make sure your health wasn't dwindling. But you did come in once every few months for more intense testing.

Tooru could tell when you were nervous. He meets a lot of patients, but you were one of the easier ones to read. So animated and loud. He.. kind of enjoyed it. Even the light check ups frightened you. Sometimes he indulged in the idea of coddling you, kind of like a baby. Holding you in his arms made him feel so warm, feeling your skin under his fingers set a fire in his loins. He just wished he could tell you.

"Just another checkup today?" Tooru asked you, sliding in next to the examination table you were sat on. He had his clipboard ready, earbuds dangling on their wires rested on his shoulders. The music was loud enough to hear, but nothing that took his warm, puppy eyes away from you. It sounded like some slow, American rock you couldn't understand.

You hum as an answer, bobbing your head up and down in an exaggerated nod. He noticed your hands never left the hem on your skirt. They bunched up the fabric in fists, and showed off the comfy, thick black leggings you were wearing and all of the nicks and tears. Underneath were pretty bandaids in all types of colors. Duly noted.

"Hmm. If so then there's no need to get the doctor, I could check you out for him. I mean, if you don't mind."

"Oh, it's no problem! I trust you're just as c as Doctor Wu, Tooru-kun." You shyly wave of his unease and Tooru is quickly back to normal. He never lets his face leave his clipboard. He can't stand looking at your face directly. Your sweet face, and your doe eyes that looked down at him with so much worry. You were such a wreck.

He read over the paperwork. Nothing new has popped up, he's supposed to check out your breathing and heartbeat. Should be easy enough.

Right. Let's start. He stood up, hands already clean with those familiar blue gloves. Tooru grabbed the stethoscope, putting it to his ears, the cold shiny piece in hand, "May I?"

You hum again, quickly bringing up the hem of your shirt just a little to give him a peak of your bare back.

"This is gonna be cold." Tooru warned quietly.

"It always is." You sigh, but Tooru chuckled a little.

The metal piece pressed into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The piece traveled up, then stopped. "Breathe in," Tooru told you, you complied.

He moved it again, the stopped. "Again."

This went on for a moment. Tooru subconsciously leaned into you. He could feel your warmth, smell the perfume you chose that day. You always smelt good, it was such a good contrast to the sad smell of disinfectant and old people. Hammering in his ears was your heartbeat. Just slightly faster than normal, but Tooru could chalk it up to anxiety. He liked to think he had an even worse affect on you then you did on him.

"Well, your pulse is normal. Your lungs sound a bit congested, but all around okay. Is there anything I need to know?" Tooru spoke while taking off the stethoscope and placing it to the side.

"I think it's just allergies, I feel a little stuffed up but other than that I'm fine!" You said in a rather cheery tone.

The nurse nodded, "Good. I can get you a prescription for some medicine to help with that." And his eyes lowered to your ruined leggings. "And maybe some ointment for those?"

You didn't understand what he was talking about until he pointed down. Your skirt was still pushed up to your thighs, all the holes and cuts in your legs visible. It was embarrassing, you quickly fixed the hem but the damage was already done. "O-Oh! I slipped on some ice this morning and took a pretty nasty fall. I cleaned them out with soapy water, though!"

He hummed a little but made it over to the cabinet over the sink. "Maybe we should put some Neosporin on them just to be safe? It looks like you have quite a few... I wouldn't feel good about letting you go home like that."

"Aw, Tooru-kun, you're so sweet!"

There it was. That skip in his heart when you said his name.

He was staring at the bright colors peaking out from your leggings. The holes in them were too big, more like they've been ripped rather than stretched out. He couldn't work through them, so maybe the best course of action would to be... Ask you to take off your clothes.

"M-Maybe you should put this on." Tooru loudly declared, offering you the bottle of ointment. "It'd be best to take off the leggings and put them back on. I'll turn around and make sure I don't look."

He acknowledged the stuttering agreement from you, walking off behind you to the sink, hiding his face in his hands. You got to work quickly, Tooru heard the sound of clothes shuffling, the light noise of bandaids being quickly ripped off to not cause any pain. With his heating face in his hands he could only hear what was happening, and imagining it in his brain despite how much he wanted to ignore it.

What the hell was wrong with him? Why was it only you that made him feel so nervous?

No. He knew exactly what it was. Your sweet nature, the cute little faces you make when you're surprised or anxious or happy, you had amazing taste in music. Tooru saw you the most out of any of his other regulars. And you just happened to be his age. Because of your sickness you were weaker than most, and that all just made Tooru want to protect you even more. If he were a robot, he'd be short-circuiting. All of these feelings were so foreign to him.

He chanced a peak behind him. Nothing important was seen, just the back of your head. The movements you made told Tooru you were being gentle with yourself, softly applying the healing gel to your wounds, taking your time.

You were so fragile. If just a trip on asphalt can do so much damage to you... What could another human being do to you? Tooru dreaded the thought.

"I'm done, Tooru-kun."

"Ah, good. I've got some new bandaids right here." He masked the shaking of his arm by reaching above to grab the metal tin. "I've got the pastel ones for you, I thought you'd like them the best."

He was rewarded with a soft giggle of yours. "You know me so well."

"I'd be a little sad if I didn't... You are my favorite patient after all." Tooru looked down. Your legs looked a little better than he expected, still cut and bruised, but nothing serious. That was good. He glanced back at the bandaid tin, and offered it to you. "Here, I'll give you some more privacy."

"You don't have to. I mean–! I don't mind having you here with me, Tooru. You won't try to hurt me, I know you won't."

"Are... Are you sure..? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

With a little blush, you shyly admitted, "There's no way you could make me uncomfortable, Tooru-kun."

So he sat with you, decorating your legs in pretty bandaids. You on one leg, him on the other. Tooru was very careful not to hurt you, not to stare, not to do anything to make this strangely intimate scene anything less.

After all was said and done, you stood back up to put on your leggings. Seeing all the pastel colors peak through the tears, you groan. "I guess I gotta buy some new leggings... I was in a hurry, so I couldn't change before this appointment."

Tooru let out an airy laugh. "It would be for the best."

This was it. Maybe he could ask you now. Your appointment was the last on his shift. Well, the patient before you was supposed to be his last. But he really wanted to see you. So he waited. There was that fruit parlor a couple blocks away he wanted to go out and try. Tooru hoped you wanted to go with him. Romantically or not, he'd love to try any fruits with you.

"Ah, Tooru-kun? Are we gonna finish up my check up now?"

"Oh! Right, right! I was so busy worrying about your cuts, I almost totally forgot!"

No... Maybe it's for the best that he wait. It would be pretty weird if your nurse just popped the question on you so suddenly... Tooru could be patient, he'd wait until the time was right, when he was sure you liked him back, more or less, and when you got to feeling better. He was sure it would come soon.

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