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queenofallimagines · 1 month

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hi there!! may i ask some obey me hcs where mc is a professional volleyball player (like of they would watch her tems matchs, how they cheer and things like that) and has a personality like oikawa when she's not playing, but turn into a queen of the court (like kageyama 🕺) when playing? tysm!

A/n: I’m literally so mad I didn’t see this b4 bc I’m watching the haikyuu movie sobbing over karasuno VS nekoma😫 but absolutely! Also I noticed how this got more nsfw closer to the end😭 couldn’t help it😔

Lucifer:

- impressed

- He did think you had a nice body when he first saw you

- But then he hears your trying out for the RAD volleyball team?

- Poor human can’t stand on the same court against literal demons??

- Is what he thought

- He sees Beel ecstatic about your first game and he’s hyping you up sm

- Lucifer goes bc if you get heir he will step in to defend you

- Yk when hinata does his thing and the whole stadiums jaws drop?

- That’s WHAT HAPPENED HERE

- He sees you effortlessly setting to your teammates like you rly are running this show

- Made you captain at tryouts bc hell yeah!!

- They call you the demon Ruler of the court fr

- Imagine being so cocky and prideful and then getting home and being like all chill and regular chaotic

- He thinks your cheating real BAD

- He can’t play but he’s like nah okay against me you can use no spells

- Asmo is making cute merch to wear to your games

- Levi has already watched all your tapes form the human world he’s a expert and he’s never seen a volleyball before

- When you wipe the floor w him he’s like okay,,, maybe you are just that good

- That speed and serve is something dangerous

- When you get his pact he’s at EVERY game

- The way he can feel the pride running through you when you play, and the smirk on your face sends a chill up your spine when you look down on the other team

- He can and will have his hands all over you after a game

- Sorry like he’s euphoric the whole time it’s like edging almost

- Can’t deny how you look in your tight uniform is very appealing too

- Asmo too he can feel the lust for you in the room and he’s LOVING IT

- Brags whew he he gets the chance

Mammon:

- yeah he’s placing bets

- He comes to see you at practice because he skipped class and he knows if he shows up at home without you he’s in trouble

- So he does to idle around

- Jaw literally drops when he sees you obliterate the other side of the court

- Feels greed burning in him and can’t tell if it’s him or you

- The drive to win radiating off of you in waves

- It’s overwhelming

- “When we’re us g’unna tell me you can do THAT?!”

- “You never asked.”

- Lucifer feels a chill when mammon asks you if he can place bets on you winning

- Shows up to every game

- WILL oversee merch sales

- Has a jersey of yours he wears to sleep

- Runs the Stan page w asmo

- Will make sure your gear is in tip-top shape

- Brings you snacks before and after practice

- You think it’s all financially motivated and like 70% is but he’s like so happy and proud of you

- Right w Beel cheering the loudest at your games

- Nobody can even say anything bad bc he will argue them DOWN

- Buys all your jerseys and then saves all the tickets to your games

- Will show up w flowers

- Also sneaks from class to your practices bc he is a SUCKER for that volleyball shorts and knee pad combo

- Watches your games on replay

- Seems like the type to jack off to your games too

- Biggest hype man and will give you a ‘reward’ if you play extra hard during a game

Levi:

- he likes sports anime

- And probably will compete in a swimming event at some school festival bc duh

- But he hears Beel and mammon gushing over you play sports and is like okay well my Henry is so talented but whatever

- Almost died when you come home all sweaty and tired from practice like oop

- Suddenly binge watching every volleyball anime there IS

- Might as well be your coach

- Applies to be manager but like he’s one of the seven lord of hell lmao who’s gunna tell Levi no??

- Yall are kiyoko and Tanaka

- Very cute

- Also wearing merch w asmo they made

- Gets patches of your number to put on his everyday jacket

- Also wears your jersey to sleep

- ALSO ALSO a sucker for them volleyball fits

- Makes sure you’re always hydrated and the gym is the perfect temperature to play games in

- Guilty pleasure is that he really likes seeing you sweaty and panting

- Way how’s your games the way oikawa watches other teams to see how they play

- Actually good at making strategies and figuring out the letters in other teams

- Wants you to teach him to play

- Not bc he wants too but bc you’ll have to help adjust his posture and he can see you spike a lot

- Gets a thrill off of feeling the small bit of envy you feel when you see another good team or they manage to score on you

- Mayyyyyy encourage a little more envy bc you spike the ball even harder and you glare even more

- Yknow he has a thing for you to be mean

- So he’s like biting his lips hearing you trash talk the other team

- Also like mammon where he will have recordings of your games to jack off too

- “You pathetic worm know your place”

- He’s never moaned louder

Satan:

- reads books on Volleyball

- Likes to be wellread and can impress you with terms

- Hears Beel be excited and sneaks off to see you practice

- Slides in slick compliments

- He’s cheeky to a fault

- “I have to ask, do you like volleyball for the adrenaline or is it for the cute outfit?”

- Tease him because he’s not even good at hiding that he’s looking

- “I don’t know. So you like coming to my games to watch me win or stare at my ass?”

- The cat was too stunned to speak

- Chose to come to your games because he was at home alone while everyone else was at your game

- And he was doing some ‘Self Care’

- And he got this lighting bolt of please up his spine

- Needless to say he made quite of a mess

- Hears everyone hyping you up when they come back

- “Remind me to never make ya mad okay MC?”

- “I would!~ the way they were glaring after they slammed the ball down made my heart flutter.”

- Had to go see what the fuss was for himself

- The grunts and yells are really making him hot under the collar

- Used your game tickets as bookmarks

- It makes him smile

- He’s such a tween girl in love he’ll like decorate them in his spare time like maybe press flowers and glue them on encasing it all in resin

- Heart eyes

- Giggles at your trash talk

- Loves seeing you fr have beef w people

- Setters for some reason always have beef during a game idk WHAT IT IS but like they all was glaring daggers

- He’s deeply interested in the setter beef

- “So what’s the story with you and that other setter👀 I could feel a little tension in the air.”

- My hc is that his pact mark is always on your dominant fist

- Bc like yknow punching

- So he feels the sting of your hand when you hit the ball and he rly likes it

- Will offer to massage you after a game when you’re all tired

- An excuse to get nasty and he will spank you w the same hand

- Sigh he can’t help himself unfortunately

Asmo:

- Oh he’s hype

- He’s not one for playing sports

- Buuuuut he does like the appeal of the slutty outfits and seeing people be all aggressive and sweaty

- So when he hears Beel mention you’re tying out for the team he’s immediately intrigued

- He’s probably an honesty cheerleader

- So he’s going to be there dressed to the 9 in YOUR colors every game

- Like not the school colors he’s dripped out in your signature color schemes

- Even somehow gets ahold of an old jersey from the human world and rules it in many outfits

- Brags to people that he has one and it’s signed(pls sign it for him)

- Wears earrings w your number and name on it

- That trope where the head cheerleader kisses the star player bc they’re dating after the game is very him

- Puts in his cutest lipgloss and kisses your cheek

- “Well if it’s you I don’t mind getting all sweaty and out of breath with you~”

- Like I said before he’s feeling off the lust for you in the air

- The lust his brothers feel, the audience, your lust for winning

- He’s intoxicated by it

- He feels his pact mark pulsing and it makes him giggle

- You’d think he’s tickled pink

- But he’s laughing bc he’s about to go crazy after this mf game

- Is hyper focus on how your outfit stretches over you when you move

- Watches you work out

- Bc like let’s be real he’s down to mess round in the gym showers

- Another one to give you a nice ‘Reward’ for playing so well

- Has all these suspiciously seductive pictures of you playing like when did he even take this picture of you bending over??

- Can’t help but to let his hands wander

- Instead of having a jersey to sleep in he will sleep in your whole uniform

- Like you’re looking for it in the morning to go to practice and he’s sleeping in it

- “Well not it smells like me!”

- Sigh

- Well want to get nasty in it but he’s torn between you in it or him in it

- Hardest decision in your life

- Asmo and Levi decked out in your merch and Levi stalks the Stan pages for the best pictures and asmo runs like 3 of em

Beel:

- my beautiful beloved!

- You come meet him at fangol practice and ask him if they have any other sports

- He mentions offhandedly that the volleyball team is doing tryouts for the new season and you’re like 👀 bet let’s see how yall play

- Comes with you to make sure you don’t get like picked on or anything

- Amazed by seeing what you can do and how confident you get

- Went from like shy brand new human to being the demon ruler of the court he’s so hyped

- “MC where did you learn to do that??”

- “Hard work and a lot of spite✨”

- If anyone got something to say no tf they don’t bc he’s your bodyguard

- Makes sure your games aren’t scheduled at the same time bc he’s not missing your games

- Enjoying your games when he feels a familiar feeling of hunger

- He heard all the other brothers talking about their pact marks feeling funny but he’s like meh

- Starts thinking that maybe you didn’t eat enough before the game

- But when he sees you smiling as your team wins he understands

- That gluttony you feel isn’t towards food but volleyball

- Huh. Interesting

- Not one to immediately get nasty after a game he will want to treat you to snacks first but he mayyyy want to help you get charged after practice

- I mean like you’re exhausted and your muscles are all sore like it’s totally innocent!!

- Wears your jersey number as a patch on his jacket

- But also would have a cute necklace w the number on it like right along w his gold chain

- Whew

- Dangles over your face when he fucks you

- He’s glad you both can workout together 🥰

Belphegor:

- sleepy

- Not really interested in sports

- But he goes to heels games to cheer him on

- Beel drags him to a game of yours

- Likes how hot you look playing

- Like Satan will make comments about the outfit

- “Are you sure the shorts are supposed to be that short?”

- “They don’t restrict my movement”

- “Hm…. Good to know.”

- Another who steals your jersey and sleeps in it

- Might put it over a pillow to sleep on

- Lazily wants to hold you after a game night

- “Mmmm just rest, you’ve done so much moving around relax with me.”

- Sweeps you into sweet dreams whether you want to sleep or not

- Will have his own wet dreams about you in your outfit

- Will go to the game and cheer with asmo to hype you up

- Likes seeing you set the ball to your teammates and how you can read their minds and direct the game

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teecupangel · 10 months

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Are you familiar with demon slayer and the AC JPN dubbing , if you do. Then be prepared for this. The demon slayer voice casting has 6 VAs who does the voices of the AC protagonists

Altair & Uzui

Ezio & Sanemi

Connor & haganezuka

Arno & tanjiro’s dad

Jacob & enmu

Bayek & yahaba “arrow demon”

Aya & Daki

Imagine them meeting the voice counter parts

Oh, yeah, I’m a bit familiar with the Japanese dub of Assassin’s Creed and I watch Demon Slayer when it’s airing in Japan then I rewatch it in the English dub because I enjoy watching English dubs in general XD.

Before anything…

Imma list the names of their JP voices and a few other characters they voice. (And I will be focusing on the ones listed by @ullyaboo because… well… this would get too long if I start listing everybody...)

Altaïr is voiced by Katsuyuki Konishi

(Sombron/Hubert/Xander/Randal from Fire Emblem, @princesslikesfanfics might recognize him as Tory Innis from Ancient Magus’ Bride, Diavolo from Jojo, Lloyd Irving from Tales series, America/Canada from Hetalia, and mecha fans might recognize him as our bestest aniki Kamina)

No, seriously.

Can we just take a moment to think about how Altaïr’s JP voice also voiced these characters as well:

Also, shoutout to him being the voice of the dead big brother of my Trails blorbo XD

Ezio is voiced by Tomokazu Seki

(HE VOICED MIGUEL O’HARA IN THE JP DUB OF ATSV, oh and Toad in the Mario movie, Jojo fans will probably find it funny that he voices Father Pucci and his stand, Panda from JJK, Gilgamesh from Fates, mecha fans would remember his “SHINING FISTS” as Domon Kasshu, he’s also Toya in Cardcaptor Sakura, and Van Fanel of Vision of Escaflowne (one of the earliest isekai anime))

Ratonhnhaké:ton is voiced by Daisuke Namikawa

(Lindel from Ancient Magus’ Bride, Anasui AND Giogio from Jojo, Yamato from Digimon, Persona 4’s MC, the jp voice of Sekiro from… well… Sekiro, Richard from Tales series, Italy from Hetalia, and Lupin the 3rd’s Goemon)

This deserves to be seen: Ratonhnhaké:ton’s JP Voice also voices Oikawa (Haikyuu) and Italy (Hetalia - also Romano) (this means that Ratonhnhaké:ton sang the Hetalia ending song)

And he’s the JP voice of Jake Muller, Wesker’s kid in RE6.

Arno is voiced by Shinichiro Miki

(ROY MUSTANG from FMA, Randy Orlando from Trails, Sir Nighteye from BNHA/MHA, James from Pokemon, Alucard from Castlevania, Lockon Stratos (*haro voice* Lockon, Lockon, Lockon, incoherent sobbing) from Gundam, Hijikata from Hakuoki)

(side note: Elise’s JP voice is Toyoguchi Megumi who voices Rengoku’s mother and I don’t want to mess up Tanjiro’s family but… half-brothers Tanjiro and Rengoku AU???)

Jacob is voiced by Daisuke Hirakawa

(Kakyoin from Jojo, Cao Lee and Rufus Albarea from Trails, Rei from Free, Makoto Ito from School Days (lollol, at least Jacob doesn't have the worst love life in this list), and Orlando Bloom in Kingdom Hearts games XD)

Bayek is voiced by Jun Fukuyama (JP voices of Origin (and Valhalla) weren't in Behind the Voice Actor so I had to doublecheck with JP wiki XD)

(Persona 5’s MC, Lelouch Vi Brittania/Zero from Code Geass, Yukio from Blue Exorcist, Korosensei from Assassination Classroom, Maximilian from Valkyria Chronicles, Watanuki from xxxHolic)

Aya is voiced by Miyuki Sawashiro

(female Robin from Fire Emblem, Milla Maxwell from Tales, Katalina from GBF, Elizabeth from Persona, Jolyn Cujoh from Jojo, Shinku in Rozen Maiden, Franziska von Karma in Ace Attorney, Celty from Durarara!!, Touko from Danganronpa)

Now…

For the actual ask portion:

Altaïr would probably be annoyed at Uzui at first because he’s so flashy. They’d probably spar and Altaïr would start to respect him after understanding that, underneath all that ‘flashiness’, Uzui is strong and has conviction (side note: Uzui’s three wives makes me think Makio - Maria, Hinatsuru - Adha and Suma - Kadar XD)

Ezio would think of Sanemi as having skills and potential but he won’t like his attitude. AC2!Ezio would definitely butt heads with Sanemi a lot, especially after he sees how Sanemi acts around his younger brother (since he doesn’t know the whole story) and he’d definitely try to act like a nice big brother to Genya, Brotherhood!Ezio and Revelations!Ezio would not be provoked by Sanemi and act more like an older brother/mentor role that Sanemi doesn’t want at all and thinks is super annoying.

Haganezuka would totally like Ratonhnhaké:ton because Ratonhnhaké:ton would take care of any weapon he receives from Haganezuka. Ratonhnhaké:ton will also be willing to listen to Haganezuka talk about swords for houurrrss. Achilles would have to be the one to smack Haganezuka to get out of the homestead after giving Ratonhnhaké:ton his sword. (Why is Achilles there? Idk, crossover???)

All I can think of is Arno getting adopted by the Kamado family. Tanjuro is quite frail and he’s been sick for a while now so their meeting would probably remind Arno of his late father. But, man, just imagine Arno dancing Hinokami Kagura…

Oh god. Enmu would totally fuck with Jacob using his dreams/nightmares. Like, every pain and weakness Jacob has, Enmu would take advantage of it. Worst of all? Jack the Ripper's actions would definitely haunt Jacob till the day he dies so Enmu using Jack in the attack would really hurt. Enmu wasn’t even a good person as a human but considering Jacob’s luck and bad judge of character? Absolutely won’t be surprised if he invites human!Enmu to the Rooks as a ‘doctor’.

I think Bayek has a good chance of taking out Yahaba. Dude got an actual flaming sword in the main story and I’m sure Reda would have a weapon made of Scarlet Crimson Iron Sand and Scarlet Ore for some reason and, as long as Bayek understood how Yahaba’s blood demon art works, he’d be fine. Bayek took out giant gods (in the Animus), he can take out this demon.

Oh, Aya would not like Daki at all. She might even be reminded of Cleopatra a bit because of her arrogant and dismissive personality which wouldn’t help the situation. They’d definitely fight and… Aya would probably need help on this one. I’m not sure if she ever got into any Isu BS that ended in a boss fight so I can’t be sure how she would handle fighting Daki and her obi attacks. Human!Daki though? Aya would definitely recruit her and her brother to the Hidden Ones if she found them as kids. But if she saw her as her usual cruel self? Yeah, Aya’s not going to like her.

If anyone wants an actual Demon Slayer x AC crossover idea, let me know?

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strawberriebunn · 2 years

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Please please please please please please PLEASE make the angel!ushijima and demon!oikawa smut real😩 It hit so hard and now I’m imagining oikawa making fun of Y/N while she tries to take Ushijima’s monster cock and sobbing about how it’s “Too much!” But then oikawa just fucks into her as well and he laughs at her fucked stupid expression. I’m just thirsty😖. -🐺

I’ve been saving this for a whileeee 🐺 nonnie!!

tw: Double penetration; Teasing;

“Aww cant take it can you princess?” had your head been clear and eyes not teary, you would have shot back a witty retort, but all you could let out was a garbled wail. Trying to be witty was kinda hard to do when you were to busy trying to breathe with Ushijima trying to slide in to the hilt, his halo glowing with how good you felt, and he was barely halfway in.

You’re brought back to your senses when Oikawa leans forward to pat your cheek, his tail stroking along your body before wrapping around your leg, “Still with me, pretty girl? Or is Ushiwaka making that to hard for you, hmm?” .

As much as you wanna smack him for teasing you like this, he’s not wrong. The way Toshi feels sliding into you like this feels heavenly, no pun intended. Had you known that you be getting pampered and pleased by these other worldly beings tonight, maybe you would have cleaned up a little.

But how were you supposed to know this would happen tonight? The night where your crush had admitted that he’d never see you the way you saw him, and you came home crying? The night you went to sleep lonely only to be woken up to pleasurable touches by who you thought were two strangers, only to be revealed as the ‘not so little’ angel and devil that sat on your shoulders.

Seeing you so hurt and upset was crushing to them, so much so that they actually stopped bickering, like they always do together, and agreed on one thing: To make you feel better. Sure they’re definitely breaking a couple of major rules, but so what? They weren’t going to let you sulk about with your heart crushed any longer.

While your brain was so busy floating away with Toshi slowly thrusting into your ass, Tooru guesses this is his time to make you an even sobbier mess. Taking the spot in front of you, he taps the head of his cock meanly on your clit, making you jump and your thighs twitch to which he cruelly laughs.

“Oikawa.” comes the sharp gravelly tone of Ushijima from behind you, as if saying to stop teasing you.

With a huff, Oikawa bows his head, his horns on full display, and draws his hips back before pushing forward agonizingly slow. You would have bucked your hips to get him in you faster had Toshi not been holding you. After what felt like forever he finally pushes in to the hilt, and you keen feeling both of them shift inside you. Noticing your impatience, Tooru chuckles, leaning down to your neck while pulling his hips back, as Ushijima does the same.

Licking along his teeth, Tooru breathes hotly into your skin before saying, “Try to keep up would you, princess?” before they both slam into you, starting their mind blowing thrusts. Had your brain not been all the way gone, you would have worried about your neighbors with all the wailing you did that night. But you could care less when you were having the best night of your life with many, many, more to follow.

#.tooru💙#haikyuu smut #hq smut #oikawa smut #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #.🐺 nonnie #hope y’all enjoy #.toshi 💜

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miyaagis · 3 years

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demon lover

+ pairing. incubus! oikawa / fem reader / incubus! kuroo

+ genre. dark, smut

+ word c. 2,378

+ warnings. snuff, dub/non con, implied somnophilia and stalking, facial, choking, fellatio, creampie

+ author n. part 2 of monster. there are some references from it, but u should be able to understand the story even if u didn’t read that one before :)

it has been around five weeks since your encounter with oikawa and you’ve felt restless ever since.

it doesn’t matter where you are —on the streets, at uni, even in your own bathroom— there’s always an unsettling feeling of being watched.

but the nights are worse.

as soon as you close your eyes, images of him smirking down at you plague your mind and dreams. he’s repeatedly having his way with you, fucking you and making you come over and over again until you wake up. leaving you sore and wide awake for the rest of the night.

the days go by and it’s as if your energy is being sucked out of you, not even coffee nor energy drinks are able to keep you awake and away from the haunting dreams.

your body feels weak, you are weak. your fragile-looking body, covered in bruises and dull, sunken eyes easily attract looks of concern from your friends and family. but what’s most concerning it’s the fact that even if you’re restless, you keep thinking about that night.

your body and soul ache for him and you wonder if it’ll take another year until you can see him again.

it’s not until you’re at your weakest, delirious, and on the verge of insanity when he shows up. or at least that’s what you hope, being unable to distinguish your dreams from reality anymore.

“you’ve been such a good girl,” he coos in your ear, stroking your hair out of your face and leaning closer, “have you been waiting for me?”

you nod frantically, whimpering when his lips touch your cheek. he shuts you up with his mouth, his thumbs grazing the skin of your cheekbones and making you melt.

the blissful state you’re in vanishes when an unknown pair of hands start removing your clothes.

your eyes widen, trying to get a look at the intruder but oikawa keeps your face fixed on him with a strong grip on your jaw.

“i brought a friend, hope you don’t mind.”

you take a peek over his shoulder, and your eyes meet a pair of menacing ones. you recognize him immediately as oikawa’s friend from the party —another demon.

“hello, kitten. don’t mind me; i just had to see with my own eyes the pretty pussy that he has been bragging about.”

the dark-haired demon’s lips curl up in a smirk when he sees the troubled look on your face. but it’s true, oikawa hasn’t shut up about you so it's reasonable kuroo asked him to share.

his hands roam over your legs, forcing them open and keeping a firm grip on them when you try resisting him. he takes his cock out of his pants with one hand and lines it up with your entrance, marveling at the sight of your folds.

“oh and you can call me master too.”

he slides in without warning nor prepping you, the burn of your walls stretching as they make room for his cock bringing tears to your eyes.

you don’t want him. it should be oikawa, not him.

“s-stop, please,” you whine, looking at oikawa when kuroo refuses to acknowledge your pleas. but his eyes harden, a dark look taking over his features.

“don’t be rude to our guest and shut up.”

his words break your heart, tears now falling freely down your cheeks as you keep being fucked by the other demon.

“shit, kitten. i can barely fit inside your pussy. let me stretch you out, yeah?” kuroo groans as he keeps forcing his way inside your walls, his girth finally sheathing in and causing him to breath out in relief, “that’s it, sweetheart.”

“isn’t she amazing?” oikawa smiles brightly at his friend, craning his neck to the side to observe your pussy being abused by kuroo’s cock, “the neediest cunt i’ve ever had.”

you clench involuntarily at oikawa’s words which make kuroo groan.

his hand slaps your thigh only to grab a handful of it and squeeze it, “i knew you’d love my cock.”

you’re about to protest when kuroo places your legs over his shoulders and leans forward, resting his upper weight on top of you.

“no! wait– please. too much! ‘s too much, please!” you try to push him away, your nails digging into the skin of his forearms but your desperate wails fall on deaf ears.

kuroo’s pace is relentless, every graze of his cock against your snug walls feels like fire.

your eyes lock with oikawa’s, he looks pleased —much to your dismay— and you feel your heart drop when he catches you staring and smiles.

“enjoying yourself?”

a cry escapes from your lips when kuroo picks up his pace, the distinctive sound of his cock thrusting inside your pussy taking over the bedroom.

“fuck, shut up. you’re getting annoying,” kuroo groans but you’re way too preoccupied with the pain to register his words.

you keep sobbing your heart out, your desperate cries getting louder as he continues his assault on you.

his large hand suddenly covers your mouth, concealing your sounds and making your eyes widen.

“i told you to shut the fuck up, stupid whore!”

“can you control yourself and not kill her before i get a turn?” oikawa’s irritated tone reaches your ears, “you always do this.”

the tears refuse to stop, kuroo’s actions plus oikawa’s words wounding you both physically and emotionally.

“i’m close, fuck– so close,” kuroo’s grunts in your ear, the snap of his hips picking up its pace as he draws to his end.

a few thrusts later and he’s finally reaching his high, emptying himself inside of you. his cock pulses as it pumps his cum inside your raw walls, moaning in relief at the way they wrap around him.

once he lets go of you, you curl up around yourself. your soft cries are the only audible thing in your bedroom, pain tugging at your heartstrings as the weight of what just happened falls on you. you’re so lost in your own suffering that you miss the quiet sound of clothes rustling.

it’s not until oikawa’s familiar scent reaches your nose that you look up —teary-eyed and with your eyelashes wet with tears— and observe as he crawls up his way on top of you.

“will you be good to your master?” he asks while wiping your tears away, pouting at you mockingly.

“please,” you don’t even know what you’re asking for, your mind too hazy and your body too weak to comprehend what's going on around you.

but he goes in anyway.

his hard cock enters you easily, sliding in thanks to kuroo’s cum still coating your insides and bottoms out almost instantly.

“shit, it feels way better when you’re awake.”

he starts a slow pace, basking in the feeling. his hands start kneading your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh under his fingers, and then running the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

the sensation has you involuntarily gushing around his cock, wet sounds starting to echo around the room and prompting kuroo to lazily stroke his hardening cock again.

“naughty kitten, you want more don’t you?” a devious look takes over kuroo’s features, but he instantly dismisses your presence by turning to oikawa instead, “does she give good head?”

“why don’t you–hah, see for yourself,” oikawa struggles through his words, brows furrowing in pleasure as his hips collide against yours.

kuroo wastes no time, making his way next to your head while his hand keeps pumping at his now fully erect cock. the weight of it falls on your parted lips, running the leaking head over them and coating them with pre-cum.

you’re not given a warning, kuroo’s fingers get a tight hold on your jaw and force it open so he can slide in, the head poking at your inner cheek and making it bulge out in an obscene way.

“there you go, kitten. you are way better when you shut up,” he smirks down at you, thrusting up into your mouth, “all you needed was my fat cock.”

drool leaks out of your mouth but at this point, you don’t care anymore. you are drained, basically a corpse for them to fuck and fill with their semen.

you have a hard time trying to focus your vision on the demons before you, your head throbbing at the lack of energy. but it only gets worse when you feel a pair of hands fumbling around your throat.

“if only you could see how fucking gorgeous you look right now,” oikawa praises you as his hands wrap a collar around your neck, almost moaning at the sight underneath him, “my good girl, do you like your master’s cock?”

the leather fabric tightens around your neck, the leash allowing oikawa to jerk your head up and making kuroo’s cock slide out of your mouth in the process.

“oi! don’t hog her!”

your groggy brain barely registers them arguing over who gets to control you.

“shut the fuck up. i found her first,” oikawa tries to get his point across by lifting your legs over his shoulders and pounding even harder, your whimpers turning louder at the new position.

“but you’re fucking her cunt! at least give me control over her head!”

oikawa’s too busy thrusting his cock inside your plush walls that he eventually gives in. once the leash falls on kuroo’s hands, he wastes no time and pulls your face towards him, making you gag around his cock.

your muscles contract at the intrusion which only heightens the blissful feeling, transmitting waves of pleasure through his body.

“ah fuck, i can feel her trying to suck my cum out of me. such a cum-thirsty whore.”

what both demons miss, it's the way your face starts to turn purple. the tight grip of the collar plus kuroo’s tugging at the leash preventing the air from reaching your lungs.

with the last bits of energy you've left, you try to rip the collar off of you. your hands desperately claw at the material as your eyes widen in realization of what will come next if you’re unable to free yourself from their grip.

but your actions seem to anger kuroo, who growls and drops the leash only to grab you by your head and shove your face all the way down his length.

you start to choke, his thick girth taking so much space in your mouth and when you try to take a deep breath through your nose, he pushes in even more. coughs erupt from your chest, his pre-cum and your saliva reaching your lungs while dark spots start to cloud your vision. their voices sound far away, numbness taking over your body as you start growing dizzy and a violaceous hue tints the skin of your face at the lack of oxygen.

both demons pay no mind, too busy chasing their ends to notice how you’ve stopped fighting them. their moans echo freely all over the room, the lewd sounds of their cocks abusing your holes bringing a sense of hunger to them.

“shit, baby you feel so good. i’m gonna cum in your sweet, needy cunt and fill you with it m’kay?” oikawa announces, his orgasm rapidly approaching and inciting him to thrust harder, getting lost in the way your walls rub against his twitching cock.

kuroo lets out a low groan as he finally cums in your mouth, pulling out just enough to paint your face with it and smear it all over your lips. he sighs in relief, smiling at the sight of your pretty face covered in his sticky cum. the way it sticks to your eyelashes and drips down your face to your parted lips etching itself on his mind.

he can’t remember the last time he had such an erotic sight.

but when he notices a lack of movement from you after a minute, he couldn't help but curse out loud. thankfully, it goes unnoticed by oikawa since his moans got louder, his own orgasm sending shivers down his body and causing him to lose focus on his surroundings for a while.

“ngh– fuck,” oikawa spills inside your pussy, his cock throbbing as load after load pumps out of him and fills you to the brim.

his eyes are closed, breaths ragged as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm. it’s not until he opens them to admire your fucked out face when he finally finds out.

he’s confused for a moment before it dawns on him. he slaps your thigh gently, calling out your name in a futile attempt to get you to answer him back.

“sweetheart, this isn’t funny.”

but as he turns to face kuroo in search of an explanation, one look at him is enough to answer his question.

“i swear i didn’t mean to!”

a nervous-looking kuroo, fully clothed by now, stands awkwardly by the door. he’s well aware he fucked up—big time.

“fucking hell!” oikawa rakes his fingers through his hair in exasperation, “did i not tell you to control yourself?!”

he can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness since he did grow a liking to you thanks to his nocturn visits. but the sentiment quickly fades away when his eyes fall on your form once again. a pleased smile appears on his handsome face as he takes in the sight of your legs spread wide open, his cum seeping out of your pussy.

“she remembered how much i like this,” he coos to himself, plunging one finger between your folds and smearing the fluids.

he’s so lost on you that he doesn’t notice kuroo disappearing from your room and leaving him behind—not like he cares. his hands reach out to smooth out your hair, traveling down the side of your face and stroking the skin of your cheeks with his long fingers.

you look so peaceful, so pretty, covered in their fluids, and with the choker still adorning your neck.

the nostalgic feeling returns, tugging at his heart and prompting a gentle smile to take over his lips. with a kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips, oikawa finally bids his goodbyes.

“don’t worry, baby girl. i have a spot in hell saved just for you.”

#yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere kuroo #tw.snuff #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.somnophilia

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Shiny New Toy

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Military Officer Matsukawa x Prisoner of War Reader AU, Yandere, Non-Con/Rape, Bondage, Sex Toys, Degradation, Overstimulation, Objectification, Humiliation, Body Writing, Mentioned/Implied Non-Con Branding, Knife Marking, Tattooing

Summary: Most people would consider having a white Christmas a stroke of good luck, but you’re about to find out just how untrue that is.

Author’s Note: This fic is for the Lovesick Server’s December collab and the theme is Stormy Nights~ Be sure to check out the amazing work by other members here.

When most people dream of a white Christmas, they think about soft fluffy snow you can easily shape into snowmen, they think about fluttering snowflakes they can gaze at as they sit inside a cozy home surrounded by their family.

Not you.

When you dream of a white Christmas, you pray for a thunderous snowstorm, you pray for harsh winds, frigid temperatures, you pray for anything severe enough to serve as a distraction, to keep the demons and monsters at bay.

And it takes every ounce of self-control not to accidentally betray how relieved and thankful you are as your guards for the day are sloppy enough to leave you uncuffed, hastily throwing down enough food to last you a few days in their rush to return to the safety and warmth of their barracks, unwilling to venture out more than necessary to feed you multiple times a day during the blizzard outside.

They still have enough sense to lock the cell door behind them as they scurry back to the merry celebrations, too afraid to deal with the wrath of their superior officers. And you can’t blame them, not when Oikawa’s sadistic streak and Iwaizumi’s untempered rage are infamous throughout the nations, not when you’ve seen firsthand just how cruel the Seijoh Four can be.

Painful memories of fire, screams, and blood flood your mind and you grit your teeth as you push them aside. There would be time for grief and mourning later. But for now, you need to escape first.

You examine the lock in front of you, the one thing separating you from freedom. It’s not a bad piece of work. Sturdy, strong, and reliable. But it’s nowhere near the craftsmanship and skill you’re used to. After all, when you come from Date Tech, the nation famous for its Iron Walls, its ironwork, its ability to manipulate all types of metal to do or be whatever the heart desires, nothing compares. And it’s laughably easy to make said lock useless as you quietly creep outside for the first time in months.

It’s quiet. Not a soul is in sight and you slow your breathing and thoughts down as you concentrate. What’s the next step? Which direction should you go? What’s the overall plan?

For once you’re thankful for how the guards they’ve been sending could care less about your presence, treating you nothing more than an object as they blatantly ignore you and carry on conversation as if you’re not there. You know that despite the fact that most of Miyagi has been conquered, three nations still remain in an endless war against each other.

Karasuno. Shiratorizawa. Aoba Johsai.

It’s just your luck that you’d ended up a prisoner of war by the worst of the three, humiliated and kept alive as a trophy and symbol of what they had accomplished. At least if Date Tech had been conquered by Shiratorizawa you’d be dead within seconds once Ushijima had deemed you unworthy and far too weak to live up the to high standards of his warriors.

But Karasuno...you don’t know much about the crow nation, a nation that had kept a low profile for as long as you could remember, only to recently rear its head and prove that they’ve kept up with the best of the best despite their long isolation. But you do remember the kind faces of their high ranking officers when they had gotten into a conflict with Date Tech long ago, how surprisingly amicable the two sides were as Date Tech admitted defeat, preparing for the worst, only to be surprised as Karasuno had peacefully left after having your nation promise an alliance with them, leaving your home relatively in one piece, letting your authorities remain in power, allowing your people to live normally.

It’s decided then. The game plan is to escape to Karasuno and hope that Daichi Sawamura is as just and kind as you remember.

Determined, you carefully listen and check your surroundings, grateful for the added coverage the snowstorm provides, relieved when you hear the distant drunken shouts and celebrations as the soldiers celebrate the joyous holiday, tucked away in the mess hall quite a distance from you. And you brace yourself as the wind howls around you, as the icy snow stings your bare feet and legs, soaking through your tattered clothing. But like hell you’re going to let something as silly as frostbite stop you and you darkly think that dying from hypothermia would be a preferable way to leave this world than by the hands of a Seijoh officer.

Escape is tantalizingly close and you forget about the way your body feels numb from the bitter cold, forget about how your teeth chatter and your body shivers when you see the nearing enclosure, so focused on the exit that you don’t notice the solitary tall figure casually leaning against a wall nearby, curiously watching your stumbling weary body make its way towards the opening, amusement in his eyes when you pass him, completely unaware of his presence as your eyes sparkle from seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Matsukawa doesn’t care much for Christmas. Well to be fair, he doesn’t care much about holidays or celebrating in general, finding the rowdy atmosphere headache inducing, the raucous volume irritating, the crowds of people bothersome. But Oikawa and Hanamaki love their social events and it boosts squad morale, so needless to say of course there is an obnoxious holiday party raging on, with Iwaizumi playing babysitter. And Matsukawa had slipped out as soon as he could, finding strange comfort in the tumultuous weather outside, unfazed by the way snow slashed across his face as he walked and walked until only the sounds of wind and the night accompanied him.

So imagine his surprise when their adorable little prisoner shows up in the midst of the blizzard like a ghostly apparition, struggling through the elements in a desperate attempt to escape. Honestly he doesn’t know why you’ve been kept in the cell for so long and he supposes you have Iwaizumi to thank for Oikawa not sinking his teeth and claws into you already, the green eyed general having a softer heart than most would assume knowing his reputation. But your luck has run out and not even Iwaizumi can save you from punishment and Matsukawa’s penchant for ruining pretty things.

Suddenly Christmas doesn’t seem so bothersome after all as Matsukawa’s long legs swiftly carry him to you, his arm quickly wrapping around your neck from behind and squeezing until your nutrient deprived and half frozen body collapses in his arms.

You groan when you come back to your senses, sinking into the soft surface you’re laying on.

Wait. Soft surface?

Your eyes shoot open and your arms instinctively move to help you sit up, only for you to falter as something keeps your arms bound behind your back and you flail and struggle to move your tied up body as you gauge your surroundings, feeling nauseous when you recognize the turquoise and white uniform jacket hung up by the door, staring in disbelief and humiliation when you finally look down at yourself, the glowing Christmas lights adorning and highlighting your body as they weave around your breasts and between your legs. And you can only assume that’s what you feel wrapped around your arms, keeping them immobile behind your back as your naked body fights against its restraints on the bed you’ve been placed on.

But you scream, all thoughts of escape zapped out of you when two devices come to life inside of you and you sob in shame and panic as both your lower holes are assaulted by the vibrators inside of them, the tangle of lights looped between your legs keeping the toys firmly shoved inside of you despite the way you try to push them out of you.

Matsukawa doesn’t understand the appeal of Christmas lights or decorations nor does he understand Oikawa’s fascination of sex toys and overwhelming his play things with plastic, rubber, and metal, preferring the surge of pride that courses through him when he wrecks his sluts with his body alone. But as he watches you writhe in front of him, your eyes glistening with hopeless tears, your nipples perky and erect, your moans and whimpers filling the room as he sits back and relaxes, his large hand slowly palming his hardening cock that he untucks out of his trousers, he admits that maybe he had been too quick to judge, grateful he hadn’t immediately dumped the box of gag gifts his brunette captain had gifted him bright and early this Christmas morning.

“I know you don’t like toys, Mattsun. But you should test these out on the new batch of prisoners we get from the next raid!”

You aren’t a new prisoner, but he’s sure Oikawa wouldn’t mind that he was using them on you. If anything, the brunette would probably be jealous that he’d claimed you first.

Time ceases to exist as Matsukawa watches you, fingers idly tapping away on buttons and a smirk spreading across his face at how receptive you are to the setting changes, how little he has to do to have your body contorting and your voice wantonly wailing as orgasm after orgasm is ripped from you. But he grows tired of watching from afar after he forces you to break apart countless times and he draws near, stroking his now fully erect cock as he mockingly whistles at how you’ve soaked the bed sheets near your cunt and drenched the lights shoved against your folds, laughing at how your back arches and your eyes roll back when he roughly pinches and twists your nipples.

It’s like you were made to be played with. And suddenly Matsukawa can’t get his hands on his new toy fast enough, unwinding the soaked string of lights from your lower half and bending your legs before retying the lower strands of lights so that they bind your calves to your thighs, enjoying the view as the vibrator in your pussy easily slips out from your loosened sopping wet hole while he teasingly pulls and shoves back in the large vibrating plug he keeps nestled inside of your ass.

You really are just like a sex toy or a fuck doll, other than that scowl on your face and the raging hate and disgust in your eyes. But the fierce look only stirs deeper lust and anticipation in the officer as he eagerly awaits the moment you completely break because of him, large hands easily hauling your bound body by the waist and forcing you to straddle his lap as he reclines against his headboard, smiling at how rage turns to a gorgeous look of fear when you feel the tip of his cock brush against your glistening entrance.

It really is admirable how you hopelessly fight against him, against gravity as his hands guide you down and down, despair, pain, and maybe something on the border of pleasure overtaking you as you sink on an enemy’s shaft seemingly forever, the girth alone already stretching you far more than the vibrator had. But it’s the length that tears you apart and Matsukawa is painstakingly meticulous about making sure you swallow him at an agonizingly slow pace, making sure you have no choice but to feel every bit of him that enters you, that drags against your walls, further and further until you swear he’s in your cervix, in your stomach.

You hate how sensitive his earlier torment has made you, how your pleasure addicted body is already chasing after another orgasm, your pussy fluttering in excitement around the new object filling it, your mouth drooling and unable to close as your mind goes blank from the sensation of being double stuffed again. And you sob in relief when you finally bottom out before you can humiliate yourself by cumming yet again, tensing as you wait for your captor to ruthlessly fuck you right away.

But nothing happens and you stare in astonishment as Matsukawa merely reaches over to his nightstand to pick up a book, flipping through pages as you sit in his lap.

“Be a good cock warmer and just stay still and look pretty, okay?”

Humiliation courses through you at his words, but you obey. Or at least you try your best to. But he’s set you up for failure as the hand not holding his reading material finds its way between your legs, calloused fingertips gently and slowly rubbing against your clit in a way that has your body heating up, has your hips unconsciously grinding as they chase the building inferno inside of you until you’re desperately humping him like a bitch in heat in search of relief. And Matsukawa irritatedly sighs.

“Aren’t fuck dolls supposed to just stay still and be quiet? If you want to cum that badly and distract me, at least entertain me.”

You don’t even have the presence of mind to pay him any attention as you keep on bouncing as much as you can with your limited movement, completely ignorant of how he tosses his book to the side and rummages through the opened gift box besides him, a pleased hum escaping him when he pulls out two jingling objects.

But you do notice the piercing pain from both your nipples as incredible pressure is applied to them and you scream as Matsukawa adjusts the nipple clamps, whimpering when he smacks your breasts and the bells attached to the devices loudly ring. Satisfied with your new decorations, once again he wraps his large hands around your waist and you wail as you’re easily lifted and slammed back down, face burning with shame and embarrassment when you realize you’re being fucked to the rhythm of Jingle Bells, the bells lewdly swinging from your sensitive buds only emphasizing your pathetic position with every shrill chime.

You shouldn’t be enjoying this. You shouldn’t be moaning like a whore. You shouldn’t be on the verge of yet another mind blowing orgasm. And you clench your eyes shut as you try to remember your home, remember your family, remember your friends, anything to distract you from the present. But Matsukawa has other plans for you and pleasure and pain strike you down like a bolt of lightning when he rips the clamps off of you and you let out an animalistic sound of ecstasy as you experience your most intense orgasm yet, one that has you twitching and mindless, slumping against the broad body in front of you in post-coital bliss and exhaustion.

But you weakly cry out when large hands hold you still as strong hips thrust up hard into you.

“Your performance was so good that now I’m in the mood.”

All your pride goes down the drain as you beg and plead for him to let you rest, to stop, making a mess of his shirt and neck as your tears and snot smear across skin and fabric as you exhaustedly bury your face in the crook of his shoulder, crying even harder when fingers trace slow patterns on one ass cheek before slapping you harshly to shut up your whining.

“A toy’s job is to make its owner feel good. Plus, I’m curious just how durable you are. Clearly if you’re conscious enough to annoy me with all your sniveling, then you’re in good enough shape for me to use some more.”

You can only brokenly cry as he rails you from below, your torso still propped against him, face still buried in his shoulder, as he manhandles your body, forcefully slamming you down with every thrust, making sure you’re completely filled and unable to escape the delirious fullness and stimulation. And you can’t even breathe, unable to think of anything except for the aching overwhelming feeling bubbling inside of you, threatening to consume you as you’re brought to new highs over and over again.

But your weakened body can only take so much and your squeals trail off into silence, darkness encroaching on your consciousness as your body shuts down from overexertion. It’s too much and you gladly and wearily welcome slumber, can practically taste it on your tongue as a part of you shatters deep inside when you vaguely register the hot thick spurts filling your insides as Matsukawa slams balls deep inside of you one final time.

Your heavy eyelids flutter shut and you can feel your breathing begin to even out, but panic forces you to stay awake and alert when a low teasing voice murmurs into your ear.

“You lasted longer than I thought, but I guess you’re officially out of batteries now. Don’t worry. I’ll charge you right back up.”

You don’t know what he has planned for you, but it can’t be anything good and despite how fatigued you are, you thrash and wiggle, doing everything you can to avoid the inevitable despite your still bound position. But it’s useless and you feel so small, so vulnerable as you’re shoved face down in the corner of his room, twisting just enough to see Matsukawa holding the vibrator that had been inside of you earlier and plugging it to an outlet in the wall. And your heart plummets when he gives you a lazy grin as he abruptly shoves the toy inside of you once more.

“Can’t have it running out of batteries while it keeps you loose and wet for me.”

You kick and scream as he adjusts the lights wrapped around your legs once again, only pausing as he rains down hard and heavy hits to your ass, and if you felt vulnerable before, you feel absolutely pathetic now with a strand of lights keeping both the vibrator and plug firmly inside of you once again and your binds adjusted until you’re in a hog-tie position. But you don’t have time to dwell too much on it, not when both vibrator and plug are suddenly set at their highest settings and you shriek, tears streaming down your face from the onslaught of sensations in your already spent body.

And you can only feel, feel, and feel, brain dead and numb to anything else happening around you. Even when Matsukawa crouches in front of you, you just dumbly stare at him as drool trickles from your mouth and lewd moans spill from your lips.

But even in your depraved state, the last dregs of your pride shout at you to do something, anything, as the officer holds a pair of socks and black briefs in front of your face.

“As beautiful as you sound, I can’t have the entire unit complaining about how loud my little doll is. And toys don’t need to talk or see anyway, so I’m going to wrap you back up until I’m ready to use you again, okay?”

It’s a rhetorical question and before you can even think of retorting, the socks are brutally shoved into your mouth and you gag and choke as long fingers cruelly push and push, practically deep-throating you with the thick fabric, more hot tears cascading down your face as he removes his now saliva coated digits and wipes them clean on your face.

But as the elastic band of his briefs are pulled over your head and snapped into place right beneath your eyes, rendering your eyesight useless, making the buzzing torment in your lower regions even more prominent, you go completely limp save for the uncontrollable tremors of pleasure, any fight you had in you shattered into a million pieces as you fully register what has happened and what you have been reduced to.

And Matsukawa takes a moment to appreciate how broken you are already, barely looking human with the glow of the Christmas lights surrounding you and your facial features hidden for the most part by his briefs, looking every bit like a depraved whore, like human furniture, like a lewd object to be used by anyone, anytime.

But Matsukawa has never been good at sharing his belongings and he plucks a permanent marker from his desk, scribbling dark unmistakable lines across both your ass cheeks, smirking down at his new mark of ownership.

Issei’s Toy

The words look good on you. His name looks good on you.

Maybe if you survive his treatment long enough, he’d get it permanently tattooed into your skin. Maybe he’d carve it into your skin. Maybe he’d burn it into your skin…

The possibilities are endless, but for now, he has an appearance to make, sighing tiredly at the responsibilities he has as a senior officer. Curse Oikawa and his insistence that all of the Seijoh Four had to at least show face at the beginning and end of the holiday party. And he rolls his eyes as he straightens out his uniform and throws on his jacket.

But before he departs, he spares you one more glance, mood instantly lighting up when he sees your wrecked pitiful form laying on his ground like a forgotten toy.

At least something good came out of this dreadful day, he thinks, as he quietly hums Jingle Bells all the way down to the mess hall.

#haikyuu smut #matsukawa x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere matsukawa #yandere matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #tw: noncon #tw: rape

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letshaikyuu · 4 years

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Hey. Im new here but I really love your writing, I think you will be famous with your writing in the future , Umm... actually... Can you write something like when boys are behind your door and they are literally crying and you comfort them for akaashi, atsumu, sakusa and oikawa ? I'M SO SORRY IF THAT'S ALOTTT PLEASE FORGIVE ME SENPAIIIIIIIIII

✽ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 // 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✽ 𝐚/𝐧: hello and welcome to the blog! And, omg I don’t really think I’ll go anywhere with my writing honestly, but this was such a wonderful compliment, I love you <3

✽ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: hurt/comfort

✽ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⤹ 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

There is no doubt that Akaashi doesn’t cry in front of people. He’d rather suck it up and wait until he’s completely alone to break down completely, all his pent-up feelings catching up to him and rendering him speechless while he cries behind closed doors. Akaashi tries to hide his sobs, but they can be heard even with the way he’s tightly clasping his hands over his mouth. He hopes there’s no one on the other side and he hopes he’s strong enough to suck it up for a while longer and go back to other people – without looking like a complete mess in return – but he can’t get up, his legs shaking too much to regain balance and stand.

“Keiji?” It’s when he hears your voice behind the door when he tries to silence himself again, but his sobs are still clear and you start worrying more. “Keiji, please open the door,” you’d try and coax him into opening the door, but he makes no move to open it. You’ve always known that your boyfriend is not one to openly talk about his feelings, bottling them up until the bottle bursts from being overflowed. You sigh, sliding down the other side of the door and head leaning against the door. “I’m here Keiji, I promise I won’t leave you.”

He thinks he started crying even more with your words. It takes him some time to completely run out of tears, his loud crying turning into whimpers and hiccups until he somehow stands up and turns the doorknob. And, just like you promised, you were standing there, arms open and hugging him close, his face still wet with tears, but that didn’t matter – Keiji was safe in your arms.

⤹ 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

When someone talks about Atsumu, they talk like he doesn’t have feelings at all – either a smirk or scowl plastered on his face, indicating only smugness and annoyance. But, to you, Atsumu was a bag filled to the brim with emotions. Happiness, sadness, determination, desperation...Unfortunately for him, it seemed like sadness overpowered him and Atsumu couldn’t handle it. He tried to stay quiet and laugh with the others, but he felt his eyes burn with tears ready to fall. He excused himself rather abruptly and ran off, leaving a confused crowd of people and you running right behind him, trying to see what’s wrong

He beat you to it, slamming the door right in front of you and you could hear him slam his fist against the wall before sliding down the door. “Atsumu? Atsumu, open the door.” He ignores you, the silence overwhelming, but, after a while, you hear small sobs echoing in the room in front of you, indicating that Atsumu was, indeed, crying. Your eyes start watering as well, your usually strong and ‘emotionless’ boyfriend breaking down. “Atsumu...” you lean your forehead on the wall, your fingers dancing across the doorknob, knowing it’s locked. “Let it all out, Atsumu.”

Surprisingly, it takes him a short amount of time to completely calm down – maybe he needed your physical touch, but you’d never say that out loud – and when he emerges from the room, teary eyes and red in the face, he embraces you tightly in his arms, his face buried in the crook of your neck as leftover tears slid down your face. Your fingers raking through his hair while you continue whispering comforting words to him

⤹ 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢

It was unusual, not seeing your boyfriend while his team was celebrating in the locker room. It seemed like he disappeared. Too many, it’s typical Sakusa behavior; but, to you, you knew Sakusa would never miss a gathering regarding volleyball – something he loves and cherishes very much. You leave them behind, walking into the hallway and trying to find your boyfriend. You would be walking for a while, before hearing soft cries coming from the janitor’s closet. You come closer, trying to figure out who was crying in the closet and trying to figure out how to help them. It was a hardly audible curse that made you realize that it was your boyfriend in there

“Kiyoomi!?” You press your ear against the door, hearing him try and conceal his cries, but you already heard them. “Kiyoomi, sweetie, please open the door.” You turn the doorknob, it still locked and keeping you away from him. You could still hear him cry, but it was like he muffled his cries with his hand. For someone who was never emotional like this, Sakusa’s current behavior took you by surprise. “Nobody’s around Kiyoomi, don’t worry about being heard. I’m here for you.” You sit down and lean against the door, listening to him slowly calm down until he stops crying completely

When he opens the door, you could see him trying to hide his teary face with his curls, but you gently push them away, before leaning in to give him a soft kiss on his forehead. You two would stay there, in the hallway, alone for a few more minutes, Sakusa enjoying your comfort before he finally deems himself well enough to go back to the locker. It’s a one-time thing, he’d say.

⤹ 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

Everyone knows through what hell Oikawa’s went through, but you were the only one that sees him when he’s at his weakest. It happens suddenly, all his past insecurities would resurface and Oikawa would find it hard to breathe, choking on his own tears before hiding somewhere no one can see or hear him. Today, it was one of those days. You’d hear sobs coming from behind his bedroom door, indicating that Oikawa was fighting his demons again, but you were always there to comfort him when he needed you.

“Tooru, I’m here.” You’d voice out, listening to him weeping louder with the sound of your voice. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...” he’d cry out and you knew exactly why he was apologizing. Oikawa never wanted to drag you into this darker part of his life – to you, he always wanted to be carefree and happy, but he couldn’t hide it from you. So, when you started comforting him, he’d always feel sorry for dragging you in the mess that was his life. “It’s okay, Tooru. It has always been okay.” You’d sit there, waiting for him to calm down enough to stand up and open the door, and, with that, letting you into the bedroom

His cries don’t stop while you play with his curls, whispering soft, comforting words in his ear while he continues to cry, calming down with each passing minute. He starts apologizing again, but you stop him right at his tracks, kissing him softly before looking at him in the eyes. “I’m always here Tooru, whenever you need me. I’ll always be here.”

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moonlit-mizukage · 3 years

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Chapter twenty-two: 11 things I hate about you

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

Tw: Swearing, fights, violence, oikawa piece of shit, black eye, teachers a dick, crying

Word Count: 1.3K

An: So theres only 8 more chapters left of this story :0 I cant belive its almost done. I will be making a pull for my next idea maybe on chapter 26!!

An part2: Sorry my poem is so bad ugehgvy Tumblr wouldn’t let me format it nice so it is italicized !!

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Third person pov- Time skip tp Monday

Y/n closed her locker as Tendou was standing behind the door.

“What the fuck do you want Tendou?”

“Please just hear me out Y/n. It really isn’t what it seems.”

“You took the money Tendou. You got paid to date me. So step the fuck back. I don’t want to be late to class.”

“Y/n… Let me explain, please.”

“See you in English if you decide to go again asshole.” She pushed past him and headed to where Shirabu was.

“What did he want?”

“Just to try and make up some shit probably. I don’t have time for assholes.”

“Speaking of assholes, you know how you showed me that shit from Oikawa at your place?”

“Did he already try something?”

“He walked up to me and apologized to my face.” Shirabu said.

“Are you for real? He really talked a big load of shit about it and then took 5 steps and gave up.” Y/n said with a laugh.

The two walked in the direction of their first period as Tendou walked outside to the underside of the bleachers where the Monsters hang out.

“Guess... you look like shit. Where the hell were you all weekend?” Hanamaki asked.

“Nowhere.” He said as he lit his cigarette. The others looked around at each other. They know something was off with him.

Second period came quick and Tendou ventured into his class today on the off chance Y/n would give him even the shred of attention.

“Good morning class, Oikawa I need you to take off those sunglasses you are inside after all.” Mr Yagami said. Oikawa removed the glasses to reveal a large balck eye beneath them.

“Looks like someone finally got tired of your shit Oikawa.” The teacher said with a laugh. “Well would anyone like to be the first one to present their writing piece today?” Y/n raised her hand faster than anyone else. “Ah Mrs. Y/l/n. Please come up to the front.”

She stood up as she grabbed her notebook from her desk. She walked to the front of the room and made direct eye contact with Tendou in the back.

“Start when you are ready Mrs. Y/l/n.” The teacher said, giving her permission to begin. She took a deep breath.

“I hate the way you approach me, and the way you have so much confidence about it

I hate how you made me give you a chance, only to show me your true intentions so much later,

I hate your dumb hair cut and how proud you are after spending all that time to style it.

I hate how you call me babe and how you could easily change my mind about things,

I hate your dumb motorcycle and how you drive it when I am with you,

I hate how you never texted or called, not even left me an email.

I hate when I was upset with you, you knew exactly how to cheer me up with your dumb smile,

I hate how you knew I would fall for you from the start and you even called it,

I hate how you made me laugh like I never experienced before.

I hate how everything you told me was based on a lie,”

She took a deep breath, tears began to flow from her eyes at that moment.

“I hate how you made me fall for you but your feelings were only a big dumb lie,

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you...

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

She slammed her book closed and grabbed her bag as she ran from the class room, now sobbing.

Tendou stood up as he chased after her but she was already gone from the halls without a trace of her presence even being there.

Oikawa appeared behind him.

“Looks like your nickname was more accurate then I could have ever thought.” Tendou turned around as he grabbed Oikawa’s shirt. He slammed him into the locker behind him. Before anyone even had the chance to blink, Kyotani and Terushima were behind him.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but once highschool is over you will be nothing. Enjoy being a piece of shit for a little more time before we knock you down a few, monster style, you asshole. You fucked with the wrong man’s paradise. You will pay for it. How about another black eye to match the one Mei gave you hmm? I think that is honestly too nice to do.” He slammed his back again before he threw him to the ground and spit on him. Tendou stormed out the other two Monsters now joined the three that were there as they all left the building.

Lunch time- small time skip

Y/n was seated at the table next to Tsukishima who was next to her with Yamaguchi sitting across the table. Shirabu walked up with Kuroo and Bokuto behind him.

“What the hell do you demons want?” Y/n spit out as them.

“We come in peace. I promise.” Bokuto said as he raised his hands.

“Unfortunately for me I have managed to befriend these two demons. Bokuto through volleyball and Kuroo by association. They told me some interesting shit about Oikawa though.” Shirabu said in a monotonous tone.

“You can sit with us if you really want. I’m sure you will start beef with Oikawa though.”

“He’s kinda in love with you so he probably thinks we would be doing reckon. That’s not why we are here though. I know what happened at the dance. Iwaizumi told us both about it.” Kuroo said.

“I am so sorry Y/n! Please forgive me!” Bokuto shouted dramatically. He looked into your eyes and she could see he was on the verge of crying.

“It’s okay! It’s not like you made him do it.” She said to him.

“No but I did get your number for him!”

“He is exaggerating. He told Oikawa what locker number was mine and Oikawa went through my private property to get it.” Shirabu spoke up.

“I won’t blame you for your friend being a massive piece of shit.” Y/n said with a smile.

“Wow straight to the point, I like that.” Kuroo said.

“We can prove to you we are done with Oikawa if you’d like.” He pulled out his phone and showed her before he rescinded that he texted Oikawa ending their friendship. “Anyone who doesn’t support my deepest love for volleyball will never understand me.” He said with a serious look on his face.

The rest of lunch they spent together, the few who had just met them had begun to feel different about the once Oikawa lackeys. They discovered they were not who they once thought and the same for the two new people who sat there today. The warning bell rang as they all were ready to separate.

“Before we part, sorry shirabu. I talked shit about you one time in our old group chat with the other guys, not bokuto, I just felt like it would help me fit in.” Kuroo said.

“I talked shit about you too cause I thought you were an annoying asshole like Oikawa. No hard feelings.” Shirabu said in his monotonous voice once again.

“Wow all of you are brutally honest. I think I will like it here.” Kuroo said with a laugh.

Everyone was now split up as Y/n was at her locker. Her phone Vibrated as she opened it to see another unknown number messaging her. The message read:

We need to talk after school...please… It’s satori by the way. I know you will say it too when you respond so I already told myself to Go to Hell before I sent this message.

She sighed and put her phone back in her pocket. Her mind was stuck on him for the rest of the day. Even on her ride home with her friends and Mei, she could only think about what he might say to her when she finally answered.

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catzula · 3 years

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Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

A/N: the title inspired by Cigarettes after sex’s song because I was listening to that as I wrote lol, but um, I hope you like this! I’m really bad at comforting people irl so I don’t know how I did in writing

ps: I literally have an exam week coming up, most of them being subjects I have no idea wtf we’re doing but look at me writing a comfort fic for failing exams instead of studying for them

pairing: Iwaizumi x reader

genre: fluff and comfort

warnings: one swear word?? I think?? also it’s 2.2k, first time I was able to write something this short hehe

synopsis: A failed exam had you stressed out of your mind, thank god your boyfriend is always there to pick you back up.

repost cuz tumblr went no ❤ and it didn’t show in the tags

You knew you had failed your exam when your teacher gave you that look. You knew it when they smiled softly as they placed your paper in front of you, giving you a sympathetic pat as they told you to just study for the next time.

Study for the next time. What an insult, you thought. As if you hadn’t studied for it, as if you didn’t give it your best and still failed. Your teacher didn’t seem to agree, though, when they smiled and walked past you, not giving it a second thought as they walked away.

Some of your friends came to you to check and compare your grades or to see if you did any of the questions right that they had wrong. Well, you hadn’t. Feeling the urge to cry surfacing on your mask of ‘I didn’t study enough, I guess, I’ll do better the next time’ smile, you bit your lips anxiously, trying to pull yourself together.

It wasn’t the time or the place to cry. You gave your paper back to your teacher, excusing yourself for the bathroom to get some fresh air and free yourself from the suffocating questions of ’what did you get? Ah, I did that wrong, too! Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do better next time.’

The tears you had been suppressing started to overpower you, the stinging in your eyes felt unbearable, and you finally let go, letting yourself cry, letting the demons in your mind whisper you the things you didn’t want to hear.

A sob shook your shoulders, just as you saw Oikawa walking down the corridor, and you quickly hid behind a door. You liked Oikawa, you were close, but he was closer to your boyfriend, Iwaizumi, and you knew he would tell him, and it would get complicated after that.

He stopped when you hid, looking around suspiciously to see what that was. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing, and you were sure he was going to find you.

You didn’t expect him to, however, suddenly pull his phone out with a scared look in his eyes and cry for help in a whiny voice. “Iwa-chan, help me, I just saw a ghost!”

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2.07 a.m.

You were going to wake up at 6 a.m, and you had to go to sleep quickly, but you couldn’t. Not with all these thoughts consuming your mind, making it impossible for you to do anything but panic.

Sometimes, things just didn’t go the way you wanted them to go. How much you studied, whatever you did, it all just kept going downhill, and it felt like you would never be able to catch up again.

You had to study. More, apparently. Even more and more and more, and it was never enough. Were you not smart enough? Why weren’t you enough? Why could everyone else do it, and you couldn’t? You had to do good with these! You couldn’t afford to fail if you wanted a future, right?

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes, but you had to get it together. Crying won’t change anything, you told yourself, you should be studying instead.

You had avoided Iwaizumi that day, knowing you would either break down crying the second you saw him or do something as embarrassing. Even if you didn’t, he could always tell when you felt down, no matter how you tried to hide it, and you didn’t want him to know how pathetic you were feeling.

But most of all, you were afraid, afraid he will think the same things as you and everyone else did. You knew he wouldn’t, it was an irrational thought, but you still couldn’t help but be afraid.

Still, you had missed him, oh, how much you had missed him. A part of you wanted Iwaizumi there, right beside you, to hug you, tell you it was okay, that you were good enough, that there was nothing wrong with you, and he loved you.

A ’ding’ came from your phone, making you jump in your place and waking you from your thoughts. You lazily reached for your phone, but before you even got to see the text, a knock on your door made you stop instead.

Your brows furrowed. It was 2 a.m for god’s sake, who the hell was knocking on your door at this hour? You waited a few seconds, thinking the person was gone but jumped in surprise when you heard the knocks again, this time slightly harder.

“Okay, okay- I’m coming!” You muttered angrily as you stomped towards the door, not expecting to see your boyfriend standing there when you opened the wooden door.

“Hey, baby.” He smiled, the charming smile he learned to do from Oikawa, instantly causing your heartbeat to pick up. You didn’t know what happened, you had meant to smile and greet him back, but before you knew it, you were already between his bulky arms, crying with sobs that shook your body.

He, however, seemed to have expected this reaction, his arms wrapping you and pulling you to his chest immediately. He was cold, his hands chilly and face slightly red because of the cold, but he somehow still felt warm, lost between his arms, you felt warm, warmer than you had ever felt in a long time.

It felt odd how relieved you were to have him there, you felt like he was all you needed, like it was all going to be all right if he was there next to you, supporting you.

“Shh, baby,” He whispered to your hair as if he had read your mind. “It’s okay.”

You weren’t sure just how long you stood there, between his arms, crying everything you felt out, him whispering soft words at you, and it felt both like an eternity and a second, and by the time you had stopped crying, he was already warmed up.

He could tell when you started to calm down a bit, now left with soft sighs and occasional sobs. “Are you feeling better?” He asked, pulling back slightly to look at your face.

You shook your head, only then noticing the paper cup and the paper bag he had in his hand, a sweet and bitter coffee smell coming from them. He noticed you looking, smiling softly. “I bought your favorite coffee and that shitty cookie you like.” He explained, his cheeks tinting a slight pink when you looked at him with wide eyes, shock written in them.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’m capable of doing things like this, too. I am a good boyfriend!” He protested with a frown, making you laugh. “I didn’t say anything.” You told him with a mischievous smile, and ever the honest man he is, it didn’t take long for him to sigh.

“Oikawa told me you felt down today at school and gave me… tips.” He admitted, the pink of his cheeks slowly turning to red. “Tips?” You repeated, trying to hold your laughter in, but he noticed, his frown growing.

“Yeah, he told me to buy ice-cream, that idiot, is he not aware of the fucking weather? So I bought your favorite coffee and cookie, instead.” He kept talking. Iwaizumi was never the one to talk much, but he always rambled so when he was embarrassed. The way his jade green eyes wandered over your face, you knew he tried to tell if you would’ve preferred the ice-cream.

"I like this much better. I was cold, anyway.” You muttered, aware of the smile he tried to suppress. He sent you a glance before he sat on your couch, his eyes looking at you as if he expected you to sit next to him, which you did. Biting your lip anxiously, you settled on the place next to him, not expecting him to throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you back into him, not that you complained, of course.

You inhaled his smell, the familiar scent of pine and a whiff of mint calmed you in a way you didn’t expect. “Will you tell me what happened?” The question caused your anxiety to rise almost immediately, and he was aware of that, too.

“You don’t have to, you know."

"I do.” You answered, once again burying yourself in silence, trying to gather the courage, and he knew it, not pushing you and giving you time, his hand caressing your hair softly.

“I failed another exam today.” You whispered, your voice strained and a lump forming in your throat. You kept talking when he didn’t, his silence comforting you. “Sensei told me to just study for it next time,” you spat the words, chuckling darkly. He knew how much you had studied for it, how hard you had worked.

He was the one who reminded you to eat, to sleep, to drink something and brought coffee and food, after all. He was there when you cried because of frustration, because of how tired you were, he was there, holding you between his arms as his heartbeats lulled you into a much-needed sleep.

And he was here once again, and that comforted you more than anything else could.

“I worked so hard, Iwa!” You suddenly exclaimed, feeling the tears forming once again. Maybe you hadn’t worked hard enough, or even you hadn’t worked at all and- “I know, baby.” He told you, silencing the whispers in your mind.

“You worked well, worked so hard.” He kept talking, his deep voice not letting you think anything else but his words. “You gave it your all.” It was such a nice feeling to have your hard work accepted, even though it hadn’t given a result, it felt comforting to know he knew just how much you studied instead of saying you’ll do better, work harder as if you hadn’t given it your all.

“Then- then why didn’t happen? Why did I fail when I gave it my all?” You sobbed, nuzzling your face to his chest, focusing on his breaths. “I don’t know.” He simply stated the words you needed to hear.

I don’t know. Somehow, that felt better than the cheesy excuses everyone kept telling you.

“But you can’t beat yourself up like this.” He went on, pulling back slightly to look in your eyes. “I know it feels like everything’s falling apart, or that you studied all that for nothing, but it’s not. Exams aren’t the things that define you or your intelligence. They aren’t as important as people tell us, hell, I can’t even remember what I did wrong on the last math exam, and I had failed at that one. I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered at least one thing if it was important.”

You shook your head, not able to accept his words. “They are important, Iwa. They are what defines our future, and I- I failed-”

“No,” he told you patiently, “they aren’t what defines our future, you do. It’s just a shitty piece of paper, nothing more. I know you’re disappointed, okay? I know what you’re feeling, and I know you want to do nothing but study, don’t eat or sleep, and just fix this, but I can’t let you.”

“I can’t let you do that, I can’t let you hurt yourself like this.” The way his green eyes looked at yours with worry, it was all you needed to pull yourself back together. He was there, wasn’t he? Nothing could go bad or hurt you when he stood next to you.

Just a shitty piece of paper, you thought of his words, chuckling slightly, and he felt his heartbeat pick up, the weight on his chest of seeing you like that lifting slowly. “Okay,” you whispered, you smile growing bigger and bigger.

“Did you eat today?” He asked, sighing when you shook your head side to side. “Eat your cookie.”

You nodded, taking a bite and forcing him to take one, too, laughing at how he crinkled his nose when he tasted it. “How do you eat this?”

You shrugged and took another bite, the hunger you suppressed the whole day once again making itself noticeable. “Can you stay the night?” You asked as you took a sip from your coffee, almost spitting it back out when his eyes widened with shock, cheeks reddening. “I- I didn’t mean it that way!”

“I know,” he laughed, although his cheeks were still bright red. “I can stay."

"Thank you.” You told him with a smile, and he could swear he knew he would do anything to see that smile on your lips for the rest of your life, from coming at your door at ice-cold weather at 2 a.m. to jumping off a bridge.

So he smiled back, eyes closing and drifting in a deep sleep as you lay on the top of his chest, feeling safer than you had ever felt.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi drabble #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!

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ugh-tsumu · 3 years

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Now I’m super curious who would you ship ur mutuals with?

OHOOOO I love this! I decided to not be biased with their personal favorite characters so I'm gonna ship them with haikyuu characters I think would compliment them most. I hope I don't miss a mutual. Pls tell me if you can't understand Tagalog anon so I can translate some sentences.

Edit: Supposedly ipopost ko last week kaso ayun, nag mia me

@kerokenma x Tanaka. HAHAHAHAHHA THE POWER? THE CHAOS? Grabe. Iniisip ko palang, napapathink na ako. Like, parang, you know? Pero seryoso, I think their personalities would match. 'Yung magjowa sa room na parang barkada talaga.

@ricerice x Akaashi. Lois is literally pastel aesthetic for me. Their tandem would prolly be bookworm x bookworm? Yk, the aesthetic couple photos you see at Pinterest? Them.

@kozutenshi x Sugawara. Another aesthetic blog for me but like, Precious needs a little spice and Sugawara can supply that much very well! Like, pastel and crack at the same time.

@keitoshi x Tsukishima. IT'S ANO, MAKULIT X MASUNGIT TROPE FOR ME AND I THINK THAT'S CUTE HUHUHUH.

@churochuu x Asahi. Listen, I am up for Iwa/Kita and Chuu but p l e a s e. I love the AsahixChuu tandem. The uwu x uwu plus the huge height difference? 🥺 NDJSJSJSJSJ

@xxlightsaberxx x Tendou. I remember her randomly popping in my dms and LOLLLL THAT IS SO SO TENDOU. I can imagine them just, randomly popping at their friends' dms or smthng

@loubells x Sugawara. Because they both good friends vibes but at the same time, can be chaotic. They are the angel-demon couple of Karasuno lol

@lumpiang-toge x Kageyama. Both chaotic in different ways. I can see Yō making jokes pero babarahin ni Kags tapos babarahin ni Yō si Kags kasi mali sagot ni Kags tapos 'di na 'yan titigil, magbabangayan na 'yan whole day.

@mirakeul x Kenma. I think Bianca can use a confident but lowkey person and Kenma is the best candidate for that.

@kirakirasaku x Matsukawa. I feel like they both will vibe even if wholesome or nsfw ang topic HAHAHAHA. The cool magjowang Ate at Kuya sa org na pwedeng pwede mong lapitan if ever.

@gayerthanthee x Bokuto. Both crack but at the same time the pusher of each other. Kasi etong si Cas insecure minsan kahit ang perfect >=[[[ tapos etong si Bo madaling magtampo ayan maglambingan kayong dalawa.

@mjoork x Kita. IDK. Very wholesome si Meg so she deserves a very wholesome guy din. Yung magjowang willing tulungan yung barkadang umiiyak kasi binasted ganon.

@iwaesumi x Yamaguchi. ANOTHER WHOLESOME DUO holds hands gently sobs

@a-nonnie-mousse x Semi. Hehehe obsessed ako sa artist x musician? Huhuhu cute niyo. Yung magjowang talented tapos feeling ng iba (especially singles ha) abog lang sila sa Earth tuloy

@mellowknightcolorfarm x Oikawa. Maybe because and cultured ni Keziah? Ang daming fandom mami tapos feeling ko si Oikawa 'yung type na maalam sa internet because tambay siya sa soc meds. The type of magjowa na napaka-in ang lingo sa soc med.

I feel like I forgot some mutuals but I'll add them eventually!

#[ leia answers ]#[ leia plays ]#[ leia w anons ]

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bubbleteaa · 4 years

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don’t go [iwaizumi hajime x reader]

don’t go;; pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader fandom: haikyuu!! genres: slight angst, fluff wc: 935 words a/n: this is legit me just wanting to give iwa another one-shot, wbk. kinda trashy ngl i am bad at everything :sob: :sob: :sob: hope you all like it!! please remember to take care of yourself!!<3 ily this is for my iwa fucker @from-left-to-write :wink: ily bb

summary: everyone can leave but you, because please, don’t go.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Fondling was not part of the plan. He never thought that he would begin to think about the size of another hand over his or that he would blatantly count someone else's eyelashes. Or that he would like to sing a thousand kitsch on other people's lips, or that when listening to a song he would automatically think of the way his mouth drew a smile. And much less about the color of his hair against the sun, or how in love he was when he heard her beautiful voice. He didn't see himself doing those things; but hey, things tend to change from one moment to the next very quickly.

Thinking, he sighs, watching the movement her body made. Her steps are soft, she seems to float on in the air, watching her is, a gift that he would not exchange for anything in the world.

Iwaizumi Hajime used to never talking to girls about his feelings. And it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because everyone was watching his best friend, Oikawa. Unlike popular belief, he actually felt intimidated by how others saw Oikawa, that characteristic glow in the eyes of others, the praises towards him, the confessions ..., everything was around him.

But not you, he begs every day that everyone but you.

"Haji, what's going on in your head?" your arms hugged his shoulders in a tentative way, smiling broadly against his neck. His skin bristles under your touch, "Everything okay?"

You, on the other hand, could only observe the ideal man. Hajime held your hand at all times, walked you from home to Seijoh, from Seijoh to home. He waited for you after practice and dedicated each of his spikes to you. He combed your hair with his fingers, he carried whenever you asked him to. Helping you with the stupid homework you forgot to do. All for you. Only you.

Inside his head, there are a million reasons why you would quit. Among them are: Oikawa is better. Oikawa's hair is not beaked. Oikawa's voice is sweeter. Oikawa is taller. Oikawa. Oikawa. Oikawa.

He doesn't know the reason why he felt inferior to his best friend, maybe it was the nerves of losing you, maybe it was his own insecurities, or he was just being paranoid. But whatever it was, it was clear that it strained his whole armor and heart.

"Y / N" he whispered, watching how your eyes went to his. That look so precious, so beautiful, so his. His hands gently cup your cheeks before planting a soft, loving kiss from his parched lips over yours. In the kiss, a sigh slips through his mouth, "Don’t go"

Oh, yes. He loves you. So much. He loves entirely you, all your flaws, all your bad habits, all the slanders you make. How could not be in love with you, when you are all his reasons to smile? There is nothing purer than the feeling of having you as the person who stays by his side no matter what; no matter the distance or the time, he belongs completely by your side.

He breathes in your essence, “Can you stay…, for a few hours more?” murmuring, he kisses you again.

You humming accepts, enrolling your arms around him even tighter.

“Of course, my Ace. Why wouldn’t I stay a bit longer for you, uhm? You want me to stay the night?” running your lips down his cheek to his jaw, caressing his spiky hair and whispering soft words in his hear, “I will leave your side”

“Please, don’t go. Stay by my side. Always”

People often think that Hajime doesn’t have a soft and emphatic side, but he was just a fit teddy bear in need of attention and love; and it’s everything for you, he only loves you.

“I can’t go even if I try, the love of my life will be aloneee without me”

“Shut up, dumby/n”

“Shut me up”

“Now I want you to leave”

“Too late”

Even when he frowns, he can just smirk against your lips before pressing another kiss, “Perfect, I change my mind again”

“Ahhh, again???”

You pout your lips before looking at how his fingers started to braid some of the strands of your hair, your heart beats so fast against your core when he locks another kiss to your forehead before talking,

“Please, never leave my side, my love. Don’t ever go”

Yes. Fall in love was never part of the plan, but he was so glad to have the most wonderful, amazing, beautiful women at his side, and deep he knew, that it didn’t matter what his demons tried to say inside his head, she only loves him, and he only loves her.

“Please don’t go, even if I am grumpy and have spiky hair”

“Your hair is so pretty, what do you mean baby?” you chuckle, “And it’s cute that you are all grumpy” a kiss, “so handsome” another kiss, “so strong” you giggle against his lips, teasingly pulling his hair, “So mine”

“Please, don’t go, but if shut up and lets sleep”

“Is that the last thing I am going to hear???”

His heart was beating hard against his chest while he closed his eyes slowly, your cheek resting against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, "No. The last thing you are going to hear is that I really love you" he whispers, voice half holding a whole explanation.

Don’t go. “I love you more”

Please, don’t go “Impossible, I love you more, my queen”

Don’t go. He needs you. He will always do.

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haijimee · 3 years

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authors note: I thought of this fic while high ah 4am, bare with me. Yes I usually write x reader but let me have this.

Fantasy AU Iwaoi— slight angst?

also yes ik Oikawa isn’t that clingy and reliable on iwaizumi, but this is just a fanfic. Ong I don’t want to get attacked for writing abt two fictional boys in love thx.

(Sorry for the lame ass cover I’m rlly tired.)

(unedited - not proofread)

MY IWA-CHAN ♡

by haijimee

— OIKAWA TOORU was jealous. So unbearably jealous. So jealous that his Iwa-chan, yes HIS. His Iwa-chan was walking around with that stupid rag-tag group of heroes to try and “defeat him.” How could this have happened? Everything between them was perfectly fine until that night.

That night..

Oikawa had a map spread across his desk in his lavish room, as Iwaizumi leaned over his shoulder to see it.

“So..what is this?” Iwaizumi asked, and Oikawa smiled.

“It’s my plan! All the little red pins are the kingdoms we’ll take over!” He chirped, as the map had red pins on every kingdom. Iwaizumi’s eyes narrowed.

“What happens if the kingdoms resist? Will anyone get hurt?” He asked, and Oikawa laughed in his head. Silly Iwa-chan didn’t know anything about taking over!

“Well duh, if they rebel we kill them!” He said, as if it was nothing. Iwaizumi stared at him in shock.

“But, Seijoh is on here, where our friends live! They’re not going to take kindly to someone trying to take them over!” He said, his eyes wide as he slammed his hand on Seijoh Kingdom on their map. Oikawa tutted, rolling his eyes.

“They have to bow down to us Iwa-chan. Whether they want to or not.” He said, and there was a short silence.

Iwaizumi broke it, his voice cold and quick as he spat,“Not us. You. I’m leaving.”

“What..?” Oikawa looked at him, smiling in disbelief. Leaving? No, Iwa-chan would never-

“You’re not the Oikawa I’m loyal too. You’ve lost it. When you finally come to your senses and become yourself again, come find me. Bye.” He spoke quickly, and Oikawa didn’t even realize he was gone until he heard the door slam, and then another door. The sound of drawers being pulled and things shoved in a bag, then the sound of the castle drawbridge going down. Finally, the neigh of a horse and the sound of galloping.

Leaving. Oikawa choked on the thought, as he ran to the nearest window. He saw his Iwa-chan riding off on a white horse, not even stopping to look back.

No. No no no no no no- Oikawa couldn’t believe it. No, his Iwa-chan would never leave him. He promised. He never broke promises, no, this wasn’t true.

He was gasping for breath, it wasn’t true. It was a hallucination of course. Of course. Some trick played by Kuroo or Bokuto. That was it.

He ran to Iwaizumis room, pounding on the door as he yelled his name.

“Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan open up this isn’t funny!” He cried, panicking. He rammed himself into the door and it gave in. He stood in shock as he looked around. The room was a mess! There were clothes everywhere, his drawers were empty and his wall of weapons was empty as well.

No.

Panic swallowed Oikawa as he stumbled back into his room, falling to his knees as he struggled to breathe. Hot tears burned his eyes and he tried so hard not to cry but gave in, covering his face with his hands as he cried. His body shook as it was racked with painful sobs.

As he finished his throat was raw from crying, and tears still slipped from his eyes and down his cheeks.

“Iwa..*hic*..chan...” he sobbed, as snot dripped from his nose and his eyes were red and puffy. He didn’t like this. He didn’t. How could this have happened? Why? Why did Iwa-chan leave him?

Months later Oikawa sat watching the crystal ball as he did everyday. He watched with an annoyed glare as Iwa-chan bumbled around with those loser heroes. The weird wizard Kenma, the creepily quiet giant Aone, the strange eyed elf Akaashi, the annoying short little knight Hinata...and Tobio-kun..

He felt disgust flow through him as he cringed at the thought. How could Iwa-chan leave him for...for TOBIO? He couldn’t understand it.

He watched as the group sat around a campfire, telling jokes and stories and completely unaware that they were being watched. Oikawa felt his heart pound and a soft smile cross his face as he watched Iwaizumis barking laugh and smile, the one that made his eyes close and his cheeks be so upturned it creases his eyes. It was Oikawas smile. He was the only one supposed to see it. Bitterness nipped at his heart as he realized that.

As he came back from his daze and looked back at the crystal ball he felt anger boil in his veins, his nails digging into his palms at the sight.

Little Tobio-kun tapping Iwaizumi on the shoulder, asking something softly as Iwaizumi stood up. He said something and Iwaizumi made that smile again, before hugging Tobio. Close.

Oikawa was shaking with rage as he watched. And that dirty Tobio had the audacity to bury his head in Iwaizums shoulders.

Get off him, get off him, get off him. His mind chanted as he stared. This brat was getting on his nerves. Oikawa felt jealousy burning in his gut. It should be him. He should be hugging Iwaizumi and burying his head in his shoulder. Feeling that immense body warmth and those strong arms wrapping around him. Whispering words of encouragement. To him. Not Tobio. It should be him.

Present day, Oikawa sat atop the pile of stone rubble that was his castle, as he put his elbow on his knee and cupped his chin. He watched in disgust as everyone else got their happy endings. Even stupid Kuroo and Bokuto.

Kuroo was hugging his childhood friend, who was in fact Kenma the weird wizard. Bokuto was spinning around, the strange elf Akaashi in his arms. He only stopped for a few seconds to hug Akaashi and squish their cheeks together. Akaashi looked happy as a clam. It made Oikawa want to puke.

That quiet giant Aone was beet red as a flirty tree nymph named Futakuchi blabbered about how strong Aone was. Gross. And stupid stupid Tobio-kun was with little knight Hinata, who was jumping around like an idiot.

Oikawa was so jealous. Everyone else got what they wanted it wasn’t fair it wasn’t-

“Oi are you going to keep brooding or get up?” A voice asked. He froze, looking up as the sun almost blinded him, but the shadow in front of it was something he so longed to see.

“Iwa-chan...” he whispered, his red eyes staring into those lime green ones. He was here. Iwa-chan. His Iwa-chan!

“You finally came to your senses, huh?” Iwaizumi laughed, giving that eye creasing big smile. He reached out his hand and Oikawa almost fell trying to grab it, standing up as he looked at Iwaizumi. “You look like shit.” Iwaizumi said, smirking.

Oikawa couldn’t take it, he leaped, practically sobbing as he tackled Iwaizumi.

“IWA-CHANNNNN!!” He cried, as Iwaizumi howled as he fell. Oikawa had his arms wrapped around his knights waist, sobbing and blubbering as he tried to hold Iwaizumi as close as possible. “Iwa-chan please don’t ever ever leave me again!! I’m sorry I’m really sorry I’m so dumb please stay with me!!” He begged, apologizing and crying.

Iwaizumi sat rigid, before barking out a laugh.

“Shittykawa that was a one time thing. I made a promise remember!” He said, and Oikawa stared at him, “but if you ever let your ego get that big again I won’t come back next time!” Iwaizumi growled, pinching Oikawas cheek.

Oikawa whined, sitting up as he hugged Iwaizumi properly. His arms wrapped around Iwaizumis neck, his face buried in his shoulder. Iwaizumi was frozen, before melting. He wrapped his strong arms around Oikawas back, softly leaning his head on Oikawa’s.

“Iwa-chan don’t ever hug anyone like this again Okay? Only me. I’m the only one who gets to see your smile too. Those things belong to me..” he mumbled, and Iwaizumis face grew hot, a red blush spreading across his face.

“Hey Stupidkawa are you screwing with me-“

“And You. You belong to me too.!And I belong to you. You’re the only one who gets my hugs and dumb smiles. That’s how it works.” Oikawa said softly, hiding his pink face.

Iwaizumi said nothing, just held the demon a little tighter, inhaling his scent of burnt caramel and charcoal. Oikawa smiled as he buried his head into Iwaizumis neck, feeling the warm skin against his cold cheek.

My Iwa-chan...

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silhouettica · 3 years

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It’s been a long time since I’ve written an anime review, but this one is too well-deserved to pass up.

I tend to have a love-hate relationship with the sports-shounen genre in the manga industry. On one hand, good quality stories have great characters, undeniably well-drawn images, and okay storylines... but--- technique-wise, there was just too much suspension-of-disbelief required to go on reading.

Take for instance, Kuroko no Basuke and the legendary Phantom Sixth Man who is capable of magically disappearing in court; or, there’s Prince of Tennis and the gravity-defying non-arc path that their tennis balls traverse -- OR do not traverse, as do those which avoid the Tezuka zone. Basically, most popular and long-running sports genre mangas have a tendency to go borderline fantasy in many elements, or otherwise tend to sport some rarely-seen-in-a-thousand-years genius to spice up the story, which is understandably unrealistic (after all, this is fiction we’re reading). But perhaps, after almost two decades of watching anime and reading manga, my personal preference is now leaning towards the comfort provided by the slice-of-life genre, and against typical expectations, there’s that lingering desire to taste the slice of life in a sports manga...

Enter: Haikyuu.

Haikyuu was already a famous anime when I heard that it revolved around volleyball. When I heard that, the first question that occurred to me was, How much plot can be formed around such a sport as volleyball? Don’t get me wrong -- I’ve only ever been involved in two fields of sports: one is track and field, and the other is volleyball, so I at least like the sport. But since we’re used to being exposed to mangas centering around basketball or some martial arts, a story revolving around volleyball was foreign territory. But it was already famous, and with fame comes expectations --- thus, for fear of suffering from failed expectations, I deferred, or more like skipped out on Haikyuu.

But, well, with FB Watch capable of being a demonic source of temptation, Haikyuu showed up in my Watch Feed, and poof! - I was hooked. Manga was finished in less than a few weeks, and episodes repeatedly watched on FB (still ongoing, haha). In my personal list of top mangas, it has far surpassed even One Piece. It’s that good.

What’s so attractive about Haikyuu is that above being refreshing character and plot-wise, it was also obviously painstakingly created with so much attention to detail, in terms of the technical aspects of volleyball. I mean, just watch the videos contrasting Haikyuu to real-life volleyball matches - there’s almost no difference to be seen. The accuracy is admirable. In this regard, suspension of disbelief is very minimized --- well, except for the repeated overtime in matches; but if they stuck to the usual 15 or 25pt matches, we wouldn’t have much screentime to make a viable story, now, would we? So it’s an understandable adjustment to accommodate for the sake of cultivating the story.

Beyond this, Haikyuu boasts of a roster of interesting and complex characters littered throughout the storyline. Honestly, I can’t hate any single one of them. Your heart would go out to every character in every team. It’s amazing how the mangaka depicted each character differently, with all their bias and flaws, besides their refreshingly non-OP strengths, all combined to portray each individual’s humanity. And gah, when they’re made to mix together - the rapport between and amongst such variety of personalities is just fascinating to behold. And then comes character development - whoosh. How one person’s evolution affects the quality of a team’s mixture is another feast to behold. So much respect for this mangaka for bringing to life such abundance of quality complex characters. Seriously. Shounen x Sports x Slice of life + epic ups and downs + epic ending arc (MOST SATISFYING ENDING TO SPORTS GENRE EVER).

This is plain epic.

At first glance, any reader/follower would be drawn to the main characters - there’s Kageyama, Hinata, Ushijima, Oikawa, etc., all those OP-level players (or at least potentially so, for Hinata).

Well, Hinata is the main character, as the story is dominantly affected by his actions and skill development. Watching his character growth is a treat, in and of itself. Seriously. Hinata may be boke at times, but isn’t really stupid. He’s just less-skilled than others (understandably so, given his lack of experience), but he more than makes up for it with his bottomless enthusiasm. And that innocence... Kawaii~. His love for the game is just contagious. Freakin’ want to buy a volleyball just to start playing on my own.

Kageyama may be called a genius setter, but really, he’s far from being the complete package. And he’s one of the more complex characters that really steals your heart. Like Hinata, he just overflows with love for the game, but his innocence is of a different level. After being shown his blindspot, he tempers his snobbishness, and literally BEGS for help --- I mean, look how he bows to Tsukishima for help in acads, or towards his senior Oikawa, in order to improve in volleyball. He’s mostly snobbish only towards those who don’t do their best (besides being just plain socially awkward). But he’s a very good kouhai, and it’s especially touching how he and Hinata paved the way for Asahi’s attack against Date Tech. I appreciate that he’s not so OP-level that he didn’t need anyone to improve -- he was helped by their coach, he was helped by Oikawa, there’s his senpais guiding him somewhat, etc. He’s not the Echizen-type who can learn on his own. He has so many blindspots, but he listens and asks for help once he’s shown that they exist.

There are a wealth of other characters worth mentioning, but recently, when I think of relating to the characters, what I easiest to resonate with are Yamaguchi and Ennoshita. Tsukki is another runner-up, being one who’s overly phlegmatic, with a defeating inferiority complex, but with a taste for vengeance... Bokuto’s answer to his existential question on why they play volleyball was very insigtful --- you don’t enjoy volleyball probably because you suck in it. HAHAHA. Isn’t that true for all of us - how we superficially hate some things when actually it’s because we just aren’t good at them. But at the very least, Tsukishimi Kei has so many qualities that puts him above others, it’s hard to compare oneself to him. On the other hand, there’s Yamaguchi the one-trick pony and Ennoshita the returning quitter. Sometimes I think of quitting when the academic “training” gets tough, but coming to think of Yama, I’m reminded that this is my one sword. The only reason he enters the court is as a pinch server - apart from that, there’s nothing else. So if he gets cold feet and settles for an easy serve, he forfeits the right to enter the court. If he lets go of the jump float serve, he has nothing else. Similarly, there’s Ennoshita who actually quit the team, but returned because the comfort became uncomfortable... I dunno if I’m the only one who’se quit in at least one point of my life, and took an easy way out or through something, but Ennoshita’s lesson is true for all of us - we’d regret quitting. Quitting is a no-go.

Anyway, I can’t describe all the other characters, else, this would be too long. But it’s just so amazing how Haruichi Furudate was able to create so many complex characters, each with their own backstories (okay, unrealistically, no sob stories here since this isn’t a drama) and no antagonist to hate, but the story was was just so complete and wholesome. I mean, take the Nekoma team, for one - they’re supposed to be Karasuno’s biggest rival, but they’re the ones who gave them a fighting chance to improve. Sportsmanship really dwells high on this one. Bokutooo, that once-spoiled ace... Oikawa, that snobbish great king who only recognized Kageyama as his junior when talking to Ushijima... The side characters who made up each respective team’s coaching, managerial, and cheer squad... There’s just so many personalities to admire and be thankful to the author for.

Haikyuu is truly a story about volleyball --- it’s not a story about inter-high, it’s not a story about high school; rather it’s a story that explores the different aspects surrounding volleyball - from childhood, as between friends, to high school and inter-high competitions, to the coaches and managers and trainings behind the scenes, to (SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT!) in-house vs. beach volleyball, to a professional career and international competitions. It’s really volleyball in different seasons of lives of a variety of people.

One poignant fact is that for most people, playing sports would be limited to high school. After inter-high, teammates would separate and a new team will be formed, year after year. That’s why it’s so precious how (SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT!) the manga showed the fanatic-highchoolers-turned-professional players being watched by their previous volleyball teammates and competitiors --- something I’ve never seen in other sports mangas (which mostly had to do with players getting some injury, going to rehab and recuperating, and so). Previous teammates faced each other as competition, and previous rivals became comrades. It’s just. so. epic.

Anyway, thank you, Haruichi Furudate-san. May the anime remain top-notch in quality. Viva Haikyuu!!

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omiscurls · 3 years

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bruises

oikawa tooru (fck yes)

the word count: 3680

it does get a little angsty in the middle, but don't worry, it's pure fluff.

and let's go!

"You have to stop doing this to yourself, you know, Tooru?" you asked in a soft voice, as you finished wrapping a bandage around his knee, him sitting on the edge of your bed, and you on the floor "Wait, hold on for a moment. Hey there, Elsa, get me your Frozen band aids, alright?" you yelled, and then heard little feet running around the house, so you assumed she heard.

"Why do you call your sister Elsa? That's not her real name" he laughed, running a hand through his hair, and then suddenly falling on his back.

"Ever since she's watched that damn movie, she won't respond unless you refer to her as Elsa" you explained, rolling your eyes. "Surely you remember from when your nephew was her age, if she sets her mind on something, there's just no coming back until she gets bored"

"And how long has it been?"

"Around two months? Everybody got used to it, honestly, except for my mom, cause she chose her real name, and now she's upset, because whenever she uses it, that little monster just throws a tantrum and screams and cries like she's being kidnapped or something" you sighed.

Around the time you finished your sentence, the little girl came running into the room, holding a small box of plasters with "Frozen" characters printed on them.

"Thank you sweetie" you answered, taking the box from her "You can go continue whatever you were doing now, we'll make dinner in a bit, and mom and dad will be home late, alright?" you explained calmly, almost mechanically adjusting her dress, because of course she god it all wrinkled after playing on the floor all day.

But to your suprise, she just stood in place, looking at your boyfriend, draped all over your bed like a fricking Armani's model.

"Alright, 'Kawa, you want Olaf or the reindeer?" you asked, searching through the box.

"It's Sven!" they both shouted in unison, making you chuckle.

"Alright, well you're getting Sven then" you said, taking off the package it was wrapped in, and sticking it onto the bandage. "Cute" you summarized, finally standing up, and sitting on the bed beside Oikawa, who was now back to a sitting position, just to admire the little detail on his bandage.

You noticed your sister was still there, her eyes all glossy, for some reason, and you rewinded the conversation in your head to make sure you didn't say anything to upset her.

"What's up, my little princess?" Tooru asked, a concerned look on his face. For someone as attention seeking and childish himself, he was suprisingly good with kids, or more so, with little girls, boys hated him for some reason.

"What happened to Tooru-san?" she asked, her voice shaking a bit, and her hands trembled as she held onto the box tightly.

He laughed it off.

"Nothing sweetie, it's just there because I like it that way" Oh, what a smooth lie, you thought, because looking at him suffer really made you tear up sometimes as well.

"No it's not!" she yelled "People only get bandages when they're hurt!" she stomped her foot onto the floor loudly, making him giggle nervously, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, I guess you got me there, doctor" he admitted, scratching the back of his head in stress, the nicest smile he could pull off painting his lips.

You only crossed your arms at the chest level, and watched the situation develope. If he wasn't going to promise to be careful to you, then you weren't going to help him out with the little devil. Let him clean up his own mess, you thought.

"Did someone beat you up?" she asked, tears already running down her cheeks, as she sobbed loudly.

"No, of course not!" he got really scared, watching her get all emotional like that. He kneeled down to her level and hugged her "Nobody could beat uncle Tooru up, I'm the best" he smirked, but she only shook his head.

You laughed. He got what he deserved.

"Look, it's nothing serious, alright? I just tripped at practice and have to keep it bandaged so that I could still play volleyball! You remember when your sister took you to my game, right? I always have it like this when I play, you just never noticed, my princess" he smiled, and gently wiped the tears off her tiny face. "Nothing bad happened, I promise, have I ever lied to you?"

"No" she mumbled.

You were right now, though, you thought, but stayed silent.

"Exactly. Now, go finish what you were doing and then I'll do you something extra for dinner alright?"

"Ice-cream?" her eyes lit up as she gasped in awe.

"No" he laughed "Not this time, your sister might kill me. But something special, just for my little princess" he touched the tip of her nose with his finger, making her smile, nod, and run off to her room.

He sighed, as he got back on the bed.

"So lying to children is your new hobby now?" you asked casually, a grin on your face.

"Oh shut it, I got nervous. When did she get so good with puppy eyes?" he whined, covering his face with his hands.

"I guess she's learning from the best" you mumbled, laying down next to him, and hiding your face in the folds of his shirt.

"I guess she is" he laughed vibrantly, then staying silent for a minute.

"You've got to stop doing it, Tooru, whether you like it or not" you whispered, your finger marking circles on his chest, his hand playing with your hair.

You felt him inhale deeply before answering.

"Just one more match, I've got to beat Tobio this time" he hissed, gripping the bedsheet with his other hand.

"You've said that before"

"I can't let him win. You don't understand, I just... I'd fall apart if I lost to him. I was afraid of it all middle school, and even now, he hasn't left me in peace. See, of course I want to beat Wakatoshi. Of course I want to go to nationals, of course I want to win, no matter who I'm playing against. But that's just because I love volleyball, and I'm the team captain, and a third year, on top of that. It's my job to want to win, and the competetiveness I was born with. But against Tobio, it's much more personal. He's like that little demon inside my head who just keeps hissing 'you can't do it', 'you won't make it, no matter what you do, you can't beat me, I'm a genious. Who cares if I'm a selfish little asshole who has no people skills whatsoever, I was born with it, so I'll always win. You'll just never be good enough', you know?"

You felt his hand slide away from your hair, as he was no longer able to focus on doing anything else, getting really caught up in his thoughts.

"Would it help to think he's a human being, too? He has to practice as well, he has troubles, and issues, and worse days, just like you, and just like the rest of the world. Nobody's perfect, Tooru"

"I tried that. Many times in my life had Iwa told me I'm a monster for hating a little hid like that, because he's two years younger and deserves help from his senpais, not hatred. And of course I know that, I know he's just trying to play, like we all are, but fuck, sunshine, I can't get him out of my head, it's like I suddenly can't catch a breath when he's around, I feel trapped, I want to escape as soon as possible, but I know I can't, and it's impossible for me just to forget it and be all nice and senpai-ish. I know you all don't get it, I'm fine with that, I get that nobody understands why someone would be afraid of the one person in the entire world that actually looks up to him, I know I'm dumb and immature, alright? I know all that, I'm fine with being called childish, I just need to win. Or I'll fall apart."

You felt his breathing become short as he started to talk louder and louder every sentence, his voice cracking from time to time. Your heart ached, because there was nothing you could do to help.

You know what he was doing to himself needed to be stopped, but then again, he'd be miserable if he wasn't able to practice before the match, he'd probably panic and start making mistakes he wouldn't do if only he was calm.

It was like an endless circle of pain, both mental and physical, that you just couldn't seem to know how to stop. Like he was stuck in a loop you couldn't help him get out of.

"Sit up" you only ordered quietly, moving away from him so he'd be able to do it. He moved to support his back on the wall beside your bed, looking at you with slight suprise. You decided to sit on his lap to be able to look him dead in the eyes as you speak. "Stop crying"

"I'm not crying" he said, so confidently, you knew he didn't even realize. You swiped your thumbs again his cheeks to wipe the tears away, and only then did he notice he was in fact, crying.

"Listen to me" you cupped his face with your cold hands, causing him to shiver, as he stared into your eyes in shock. "You're not a monster, you just have bad memories with the guy, and it's causing you to panick a bit when you think about challlenging him. Let me break it to you, it's normal. You're normal. You're acting normally. I do understand how you feel, I at least try to, but don't think I'll just let you continue hurting your body like that. That's as bad as hurting yourself on purpose. There's only one Tobio Kageyama and countless other opponents you'll play against in your career, but that is unless you decide to fuck up your knee completely now, and never play again. How does that sound?"

It came out more harshly than you'd want it to, but someone had to break it to him, and you were glad it was you.

"But—"

"No buts! Tooru, I love you, and I want what's best for you. We'll get through this together, step by step, and before you know it, you won't be scared before facing him anymore."

"I'm not scared of that little brat! See, that's just it, if you try to put my emotions into words, it just doesn't work, I tried that a thousand times already! He's a selfish little kid and I couldn't care less about him, I'm not fucking scared!"

"Shush, my sister is in the room next door, you idiot" you scolded him a bit, your expression becoming very harsh suddenly. He nodded, but continued, only in a lower voice.

"I can't name the emotion I'm feeling. I only know that I so desperately want to feel something else" he whispered, suddenly facing down, eyes focused on his fingers, intertwined together, and kinda sweaty. "Even if it's physical pain, I'll rather have that than this... whatever this is."

Upon saying that, his voice cracked for the last time, before he finally snapped, and started sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I wasn't supposed to react like that" he only managed to say, but you didn't respond, only hugging him close to your chest, putting your chin on the top of his head.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm right here" you whispered, moving his head a bit to be able to kiss his forehead. "Stop being a baby with this, and let me help you, alright? We've been through so much together, and this is no different. You're not alone in this, Tooru, and you never will be, do you understand?"

He nodded, not wanting to speak yet, afraid his voice will crack again.

You knew how embarassed he must've felt, he hated crying in front of anybody, but you saw that build up within him ever since your babysitting "date" started; his eyes were watery and tired when he first showed up at your doorstep.

"I'm just glad to have you here today, and know you're not doing anything stupid, if your mind is spiraling like this. I'm glad you told me all that, instead of keeping it all inside, like you always do. I'm glad you're safe. And remember, it's not all that bad to open up sometimes, even if it means sheading a few tears. They make you look more like a man than ever" you smiled, raising his chin up. He giggled, wiping his cheeks.

"Stop talking to me like to a four-year-old" he whispered.

"I mean it! Look at my man, showing he's sometimes a human too, instead of sharing yet another example of toxic masculinity. The pride I'm feeling right now—"

"Alright, alright, enough" he full on laughed. "Shut it already, you sound as seriously as my mum when she says 'no Tooru, of course you were planned. What do you mean you're a dozen years younger than your sister? That was part of the plan!' Really, improve your lying game, sunshine"

You bursted out laughing.

"What're you even talking about, oh my god"

Suddenly you felt arms wrap around your waist, and could smell Oikawa's perfume again.

He held you like that for a second before he could say something.

"Thank you" he whispered "For seeing that something in me that I can't notice" you hugged him back, gripping the material of his shirt, and squeezing his body even tighter. "For being there for the better and the worse, for sticking by my side... for dealing with me. I know I'm a lot"

You pulled back instantly.

"Who on earth had told you you're a lot?"

"Everyone, I guess? I mean, am I not? Even I can see it"

"Well, we all have our good sides and our flaws, but no, you're not a lot. We're all different, and you're my boyfriend, who I love and who I don't have to deal with, I'm just with him because spending time with him is like my own personal drug that I'm addicted to and I don't even want to get better" you smiled widely, as he giggled again, hearing your statement.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, plus, you're hot, there's also that" you laughed, and he blushed just a little.

"I know, I have a mirror" he said, but deep down you knew he needed to hear that. Just as he couldn't see through the fact that he wasn't a monster, bullying a little kid, he probably had trouble seeing just how beautiful he really was, as well.

"Alright Mr Selfish, let me put my make up on real quick, if you so want to take Elsa to Pizza Hut" you sighed, moving to sit by your desk, and got all your cosmetics out.

"Hey, can I do it?" he asked, and you turned around, suprised, to see his eyes almost glow in the dark room.

"Am I going to look like a clown? Because if so, then no" you shook your head, but he was already beside you.

"No actually, my sister let me do hers back in the day, and I got kinda good, but I haven't done it in like, forever. It was always so satysfying to do" he said in a dreamy voice, so you took another chair from under the desk, and shrugged your shoulders in a 'you do you' gesture. You were kinda curious how it was going to work out, and after all, you had plenty of time to wipe it off and do again, if it was going to look terrible.

"It gets more annoying than satysfying if you do it every damn day, but you can try if you want to"

He took a quick look at your stuff.

"You use different things than Miko-chan does" he stated, already extremely focused. "Alright so, is this the concealer?" he asked, visibly curious, taking what truly was your concealer.

"Bingo" you laughed, and he opened it and started making dots under your eyes, your nose, and some spots you had on your face. You were suprised, noticing it were the exact spots where you'd put it.

"Where's your blender, though?" he looked around, but the foam was nowhere to be found.

"I don't have one, it was old, I threw it away and haven't gotten a new one. You're gonna have to use hands" you explained, closing your eyes.

It was a nice feeling, because he was extremly cautious, and only tapped your undereyes really sotfly, as if he was afraid to hurt you on accident. His fingers felt nice, touching your skin, but in a totally different manner than usual. It was more like a massage, honestly.

"Powder" he whispered, more to himself, than to you, and grabbed your powder and a brush. He tapped your shoulder, so you'd open your eyes, and showed you the product, with a literal question mark across his face. You nodded, and giggled, when you saw him so focused and serious, he looked like a cute little kid. "Stop laughing or I won't be able to do it" he pouted, and you managed to keep the smile off your lips, while feeling him gently stroking your face with the brush, again, as if he was afraid of breaking something on accident.

"Do you use an eyeshadow base?" he asked, when he finally put down the powder. He put on a little to much, you felt it getting kinda shell-y on your face, but you didn't mind.

"Yeah, but don't use it, we're not going to any sort of party, concealer and mascara will be quite enough"

"Shush, don't interfere in the artist's work" he mumbled, taking the base and tapping it against your eyelids, even more softly than before. He then grabbed a smaller brush and an eyeshadow palette, and sighed heavily before moving on to the hardest part of his job.

You were starting to get bored, and often shivered, feeling his breathing against your skin, for what he'd get all mad at you, because "You twitched, now it's ruined!" even if it wasn't. It was a great experience, though, and you as long as it was keeping his mind of spiraling on the Tobio Kageyama topic, then he could paint your face all day long.

He often cursed underneath his breath, for which you'd kick him slightly, under the desk.

"It's just so... it flakes off so easily! I'll buy you a palette for the next holiday there is" he mumbled, and you tried so hard not to laugh.

"You do know I don't even use it that often?"

"That's because you're the most beautiful girl on the planet without any make up, but what's the harm in making you shine just a bit brighter?" he grinned, focusing again on your eyelids.

Once he finished, he added some mascara, which was stressing for the both of you, and you often to do it for him twice, and then moved on to your brows, which didn't take him too long.

"Do you do contouring?" he asked, looking for the right products.

"I don't, it's too complicated for me. But if I did, I guess you should do that before the eyes."

"Depends on who do you ask" he winked, hading you the little mirror. "Now, be honest."

You were honestly amazed. Did Miko Oikawa train her brother into doing her make up each morning? There was no other explanation for him to be this good at it. He did a bit of a smokey eye, and even though the eyebrows were a little too thick, and the powder was weighting down on your cheeks, you were truly suprised it came out that well.

"So?" he asked, his hands covering his mouth, as he was waiting impatiently.

"It's great, Tooru, when did you learn that?" you said in awe.

"Miko-chan always said I have more control over my hands than she does, so she taught me. My dad didn't like it, though, but at least we had fun." he explained, getting up, and offering you his hand, so you'd get up as well. You put down the little mirror, and followed his lead. "I'm glad you like it" he said, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. "Wow, did I put too much of that there?"

"Kinda"

"I told you to be honest!"

"I was!" you laughed, as he pouted, shaking his head in disbelief. 'The audacity', you heard him whisper.

You left the room.

"Princess, come here, time for your surprise!" he yelled, and the little girl sprinted out of her bedroom, a huge grin on her lips. He kneeled down to her level, and pointed to his back, and she instantly understood what was going on, and jumped on him. He got up, placing her legs over his shoulders, and grabbing her by the ankles, so she wouldn't fall off.

"I don't think you're supposed to do that" you said condesendingly, but he rolled his eyes at you.

"She's being grumpy, princess, right?" he asked, looking up. Your little sister nodded frantically, pulling his hair in all different directions.

"How come you don't get angry when she messes up your hairstyle?" you mumbled with fake jealousy in your voice.

"She gets special privileges for being my princess, duh" he answered, unbothered, and stepped aside, so you'd get downstairs first, upon seeing your deadly glance. "Ladies first, queen"

"Finally"

#haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru #oikawa #ff #haikyuu #fanfiction #haikyu #hq #hq fluff #anime #comfort story #fluff #haikyuu tooru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you

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oikaw-ugh · 4 years

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Withdrawals (Oikawa fic)

Summary: Oikawa and his withdrawals on his cigarette addiction.

a/n: This has been bugging me for a while now. Dedicated to Precious and Ate Nich! @paripedia (because your fics are so angsty I must repay :3) @angmarwitch (I hope accurate ni siya, Te 🥺)

Trigger warning: angst(?), curses, mentions of alcohol, signs of depression and cigarette addiction

"You're not supposed to smoke."

Oikawa did not listen. Instead, his hands reached for the familiar box on top of his bed. His hands fiddling as he hastily open the lid, pulling out his fingers with a cigarette stick in between.

The mere touch of the addictive stick onto his lips eradicated the restlessness he was feeling. He dreamily exhaled the smoke through his nose.

Iwaizumi couldn't do anything but to look at his bestfriend and his former volleyball captain with pity.

It's all in your head.

He has been told countless times, given advice numerous times of ways on how to get rid of this sick addiction. But they were all futile attempts as them - all of them. Even Iwa, or even Oikawa himself, knew they weren't looking at the problem.

Back in the day, Oikawa remember feeling so nervous as he saw you. The way your hands expertly rummaged around the box, your fingers pulling a stick in between.

"You lost?" Oikawa's eyes fixating at the stick hanging loosely on your pale lips, "That's sad," your attempts on sympathizing with him.

His forehead sweating as he stared at the white smoke escaping from your nose, stopping the urge to withdraw all the food he ate this morning.

"Shame," you said but it wasn't even laced with the slightest concern. Your eyes are dreamily looking from afar, tongue playing with your stick.

In the end, you looked at him, with the box at your hand, "Want some?" You asked him, in the attempts of being hospitable to your uninvited guest.

That was the start of it all.

"We're not supposed to smoke."

"We're not supposed to cut class but here we are."

"I'm an athlete," Oikawa pointed out as he played with the stick on his palms.

"And I can be an athlete when I want to, what's your point?" You asked, slowly getting irritated with the younger's hesitation. You puffed some air before looking at him.

"Let me show you how to smoke," you said as you scooted near him, "Without smoking," you added.

You kissed him.

Irritability

Oikawa scrunched his nose, his foot relentlessly tapping the floor as his fingers curled deeper towards his palms, stinging him.

He closed his eyes tight as he thought of numerous words to distract his hunger. He thought of cancer, he thought of ugly teeth, he thought of black lips-

You wore a black lipstick during your second kiss.

Oikawa groaned, throwing his beanie to the floor, grunting as he succumb to his irritation more.

He bit his lip, brisk-walking towards his computer desk, shoving unnecessary things away as he searched for that familiar piece...stick.

He exhaled, somehow relaxing now that he sees two sticks on his pencil case. The sticks bent and slightly crumbled, letting the crushed particles inside loiter.

His fingers shaking, he reached for them and placed them on his dry lips without hesitation. His left hand reaching for his back pocket.

He exhaled and his room is suddenly surrounded with white.

He sat down on the floor, knees folded and elbows resting on top, head lazily leaning on his right palm.

The world is irritating no more.

Riddance

Oikawa is trying, alright? Not much can sense but God knows how he's trying to resist with the urge, with his fingers snapping, his lips demanding a lick from time to time.

He couldn't get rid of it. It's just... it's just everywhere.

A glance at the bookstore and he remembers how you glanced through the mirror when you two pass by it last January.

A stare at the park and he remembers how the tips of your sticks kissed one another just to share the fire.

A stare at the school and he remembers everything the two of you have done at the rooftop, the library, the room, the garden.

A stare at his room and he remembers how your scent would perfume his sheets, a mixture of sweet and a relaxing scent of mint.

A stare at his face and he remembers every languid kiss you planted, every touch of your fingers to his face, every glance you gave him using your lifeless eyes.

Oikawa rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue as his fingers reached for his lips. Damn right, there's no way he could get rid of you.

Disconnect

"Why?" The question of the many.

And a question Oikawa asks, too. Why?

Why was he lingering to this stupid addiction? What does he get from inhaling it, from intoxicating his lungs? What good would a substance that could possibly harm him physically bring him?

Why are you so damn addicting?

Oikawa opened his eyes, strings of light piercing him, making him look away as he groaned. Stretching his rusty arms before wincing with his headache.

He sighed as he stared at his disarranged room, silent. The demons in his mind growing larger and larger, compelling him to close his eyes and cry.

"Why did you leave?" He desperately asked as his knuckles covered his tears.

This continued for the next thirty minutes. Only Oikawa and his tormenting sobs echoing across his room.

Recovering, his puffy eyes wandered around the room, looking for a priced possession. He dragged himself towards the edge of his bed, reaching for the familiar box he bought from the convenience store the other day.

Slightly sniffing, he ripped the lid, pulling out a white stick. Attaching it to his mouth, he flicked his lighter on, placing it near at the stick's other end.

He laid on the floor, glistening eyes glued at his ceiling, lips pursing towards the stick, a weak attempt on stopping himself from sobbing.

At least when he smokes, he is reminded of you.

#haikyuu imagines #oikawa torū #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!!#haikyuu oikawa #oikawa scenarios #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa tohru #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #oikawa imagines #oikawa angst #leia writes #oikawa papi #fyeahakarasuno

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sukirichi · 3 years

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SUKI OMFG 🤣🤣🤣🤣 THE LAST PART OF YOUR ANSWER!! But i mean 😏😏😏😏 respectfully Naoya could 'kidnap' me too 😌 hfhfhdhskaldnf this feels wrong since i ship him with you 😭😭😭😭 but I can torally see him bracing himself to convince you to go with him and you just go like "no need baby lets go" he would probably just stand there eyes open wide and his fox ears twitching in pure shock, like you a human so easily accepting of his demonic self but he then would give you a soft chuckle and just pull you to him~ 😌

Oyaaaa rewatching season 4 👀👀👀👀 gonna admit I rewatch the season 2 way more cause well Aoba but now you're making me want to rewatch season 4 AGAIN ASWELL CAUSE NOW THAT YOU REMINDED ME ABOUT SUNA BLOCKS AND THEN YOU MENTIONED ARAN WHO I USUALLY DIDN'T PAY MUCH ATTENTION BUT NOW IM. LIKE "wait... Wait WAIT" HFHDHDHRUWOWOTJS AND YOU JUST PUBLISHED A SUNA FIC- SUKI!!!

Honestly im fucking impatient for the next season of Jujutsu Kaisen.... Theres so much that will go down there! The infamous fight between Gojo and Toji HTHFJSODJFF ANIMATED TOJI BUT BUT IM MORE HYOED FOR SEEING YOUNG GOJO AT THE BEACH?? LIKE BITCH JUST WALKED AROUND WITH HIS SHIRT OPENED FHFJFJFJGBFJSJDHFHFJS AND THEN AT THE FIGHT HE GOES FUCKING PSYCHO WITH HIS FOR REAL REAL AND I FHFHFHFHFBSJDJGBSNS AND THEN! WE GET TO SEE NAOYA AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE HIM ANIMATED AND I HOPE THEY PICK SOMEONE LIKE MAMORU MIYANO FOR HIS VOICE CAUSE THAT WOULD BE FUCKING SEXY PLS PLSSSSSSS

Right? I mostly imagine myself chilling with him while watching some series and talking about wtv or just texting stupid shit at 3am hfjdoaksnfns yo I dont think I would be able to speak to Kita at all cause his perfection konda scares the living shit out of me too 🤣🤣🤣🤣 like I would be afraid of saying something stupid on front of him and having him judge me.... Yo nahhhhhhh I dont mind Suna or even the twins judging me actually throw any haikyuu boy at me and ill be like sure go ahead but Kita, Suga and Tooru judging me that would kill me

WAIT YOU DONT LIKE ISSEI??? BUT HE SO PRETTY? AND TALL AND 🥵🥵🥵🥵 think about those broad shoulders and toned chest- HES THE ONE I WOULD CALL DADDY NO PROBLEM

Oikawa is my absolute king ❤️❤️ (my top 3 is actually Oikawa Levi and Gojo) Iwa is my second fav and then between Makki and Mattsun I just absolutely love both cant pick 😭 I also really really really let me repeat REALLY love kyotani... Something about his tough personality makes my knees melt fhfhfjdoakdjd hes also very... flexible 👀

Imagine Kitsune Naoya prepared to use his manipulation skills if ever you refuse to go with him but then you’re walking ahead of him and go like, “what’re you waiting for? let’s go!” OOF. Mission: Make Kitsune Naoya Fall for Us commence !! And Naoya pulling me to him URGGHHH HELP I BET HE’S SO WARM AND SMELLS REALLY GOOD TOO LIKE GOOD SIR PLS KEEP ME WITH YOU sobs

I REWATCH ALL SEASONS EXCEPT S3 /j. Nah I love Ushi too but Oikawa and Suna are my faves so I’m always repeatinf their parts the most MHHHHMMM. Oh my gosh, I swear... once Toji and Naoya gets animated, I will unleash hell on the Naoya content. My blog will be Naoya centred (it always is 🤔) but ykwim !! AND OOOH MIYANO MAMORU 😳 I actually think Tomoe’s VA from Kamisama Kiss would suit Naoya though, or maybe even Kambe Daisuke’s VA 😳 Whoever voices him, I’m sure Naoya will still be sexy as hell. Also yeah yeah same 😭✋🏻 I’m a perfectionist like Kita as well but yknow how Kita is confident he won’t make mistakes? Well sorry I love him but I feel like Kita would really pressure me just by getting near me and I hate being pressured 😭 SUGA IS LOWKEY SAVAGE TOO AHSKWOW

Well its probably bcos I haven’t seen much of timeskip! issei so that’s why I don’t know him very well to like him hehehehe. ALSO DID YOU JUST SAY LEVI ?!?!?! IM A LEVI ACKERMAN STAN TOO OMG OUR TASTE IN MEN 😫✋🏻

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #long ask #jjk: manga spoilers

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zayray030 · 3 years

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Summary: a one shot connecting to my mama Tobio series. Anyway, Akito breaks a photo but Kageyama reassures him it's okay.

Count to three and everything should be fine. Just count to goddamn three and everything will be just, fucking, fine.

“Mama? Are you mad at me?” asked a shy, timid voice, that was so normally full of snark and liveliness.

Immediately, Tobio felt his anger disappear. He couldn't stay mad at his boy. He couldn't.

“Oh, sweetheart. I could never be mad at you even if I tried, okay? Come here.” he cooed in, what he hoped, was his least most condescending voice.

Immediately, a frame too small for their age came running at him and Tobio caught him in a hug.

“I d-didn't m-mean to i-” the small boy sobbed in his arms and Tobio merely cooed at him, whispering that it was okay.

He was talking about the broken picture frame of his first year in middle school with the volleyball team. At first, he had treasured it because it had been one of the few moments where Oikawa wasn't a total asshole to him. However, as time grew on the photo only bought him despair and it reminded him about how he had failed everyone.

Looking at the broken frame where glass surrounded the picture, a piece of glass puncturing a hole where Oikawa was standing, he couldn't help the vindictive feeling of pleasure. Finally, he longer had to look at it. His cowardice from earlier refused to let him take it down, thinking that he deserved to be reminded of his failures.

“I just want to make sure you aren't hurt, baby,” he reassured softly, knowing that if his team were here he would get teased mercilessly, but right now he had to focus on his son. He was more important right now.

“B-but-”

“But nothing. I'm actually glad that you had destroyed it,” he told the boy honestly, letting out his more friendlier smiles, the one he reserves for those truly close to him. “I had been wanting to get rid of it for quite a while now, so I'm glad that you got rid of it. Kinda poetic actually,” he said jokingly.

“Really?” asked Akito and Tobio hummed in affirmation. He gently guided the boy into his lap and gently rocked him, running his fingers through his soft, brunette locks. “How is it poetic?” the boy asked, voice still timid. Tobio shook his head and continued his soothing gestures before answering

“In my first year in middle school I used to look up to one of my senpais because a) he was a really amazing setter and b) he was way more charismatic than I could ever be.” Tobio’s voice was soft recalling memories of him looking up to Oikawa, wanting to learn from the best of the best. Oh, how time has changed things.

“One day.” he continued, trying his hardest to not let his voice crack, “I asked him to help me with my jump serve. He…” Kageyama hesitated, looking at the boy in his arms before continuing, there was no use in keeping secrets. “didn't have the best of reactions. One moment he was just standing there and the next minute his best friend was holding his arm to make sure he didn't slap me.”

Tobio heard the soft gasp and when he looked down again those wide blue eyes of his son looked up at him, full of sadness for the younger version of himself. He simply kissed the boy's forehead before continuing.

“After that, I still continued to ask him for it and thankfully he didn't try to attack me. However, he did show his dislike for me much more. Eventually, the rest of the school caught up to it and everyone began avoiding me. Some even taunted me.” Tobio was shocked at how sad his voice was but he supposed that even he couldn't keep up the emotionless mask, especially around Akito.

“That's horrible.” Akito huffed, feeling angry on Tobio’s behalf. He couldn't help the small laugh that he let out, even more laughter escaping as Akito puffed up his cheeks at him.

“Truly,” he said dryly, but there was truth behind those words. It had been absolutely horrible. “Anyways, eventually my only escape had been volleyball. But due to that, I became a…perfectionist. I yelled at my team to go faster. To be better. I became a tyrant.” he spat those words out as if they were poison.

He felt the grip around him tighten, Akito pushing his head closer to the nape of his neck so the only visible thing was his brown hair.

“You aren't anymore, are you?” Akito asked, voice small.

Poor child, whilst not afraid to mouth off and call him mama, was still afraid to ask him questions. It made Tobio’s heart break and renew his vow to protect the boy with all he had.

“No. Well at least I hope not,” he reassured both himself and his son. “I have a new team. A team who…cares.” he voiced softly and bubbly laughter escaped the gremlin in his arms.

“Of course they should, mama!” and there was that cheeky little brat.

“Mhm. Thanks, baby. Anyway, as I was saying.” he continued, voice becoming more serious. “Whilst Oikawa was the catalyst for how certain things happened in my life, bad things, you were the catalyst to all good things in my life. Thanks to you, baby, my life's gotten ten times better than it used to be.”

“Even if you have to split high school, volleyball and me?” and come back with a timid voice.

“Absolutely. You are worth every single second,” he reassured before standing up, Akito in his arms.

“Come on. Let's clean up this mess and go make dinner. I can make curry with egg on top?”

“Yes!” yelled Akito victoriously, wiggling out of his arms successfully and dashing to the kitchen to get cleaning supplies, being careful as to not step on any of the glass.

Tobio watched the boy run off fondly.

True, it had been an absolute nightmare at the beginning with having to deal with a prickly kid who switched from a timid angel to a salty demon. Adding along with that his constant need to make sure his grades stayed on top and to manage volleyball as well had been a nightmare.

However, with the constant support of distant family from all over, he managed.

Whilst, sure they didn't visit him they still made sure he had everything he could wish for. And when he wished for material to help him look after his 7 year old son they had given it to him with minimal question.

The only person who had questioned it had been Miwa. When she had found out she had tried to scold him as if he was still a child but he didn't back down. He still had a lot of suppressed emotions from when he was in middle school.

Eventually, they had managed to sort things out to a point. This point was a point where she would pick up Akito from school and that was that. Nothing else. She didn't stick around for anything after.

Tobio wishes things were different and maybe they will be in the future. But for right now, things were better than they are now.

And sure, having to go to practice whilst also worrying about your son was not ideal but at least nobody questioned it. Well they did, it's just the question ‘Do you have a child?’ never comes up when they do question him so To io can't be blamed. It's not like he's lying to them, he's just not sharing information which they did not ask for.

“Mama! Come on! I already cleaned up! “

That immediately snapped Tobio away from his thoughts, eyes shooting towards his son.

The little gremlin had the nerve to smile innocently at him, holding a broom in one hand and in the other was an empty dustpan.

“Brat,” he muttered, taking the cleaning equipment from his hands and cleaning up himself the vindictive pleasure from before returning as glass gathered up and brushed over Oikawa’s ripped photo.

“But you still love me!” came the sing song voice and Tobio couldn't help but agree.

“True.” and he smirked when Akito flushed, not expecting the natural agreement.

“Humph.” he harrumphed, turning around and crossing his arms whilst puffing out his cheeks. Briefly, Tobio thinks about how he does the same thing and he wonders if he looks half as adorable as this.

“Awe.” he cooed before making his way to the kitchen, ignoring the indignant sounds coming from Akito. He disposed of the trash before he started to riffle through his cabinets to get the ingredients to make them dinner.

“Come on, Aki-chan. Help your ‘mother’ with cooking.” and he couldn't help the smile on his face as he heard the childish giggle from his son.

His situation wasn't perfect, but this moment right here was. It felt like home.

#Kageyama tobio #Kageyama akito #Adoption #Mama Tobio series #haikyuu #Angst #Fluff

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