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[violet0203]

Birthday Wish

Oikawa x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~2,7 k

About: A one night stand with Oikawa basically- but it's on his birthday.

A/n: I actually wanted to post this on his birthday, so please accept this as a belated tribute to our pretty setter.

His whimpers and moans are probably the hottest things you've ever heard.

Contrasting the overly confident smirk that he had been sporting the whole evening before, it makes him look infinitely more attractive and real.

"You feel... so good... so impossibly good..." he moans right next to your ear, his hips rhythmically pressing against yours while he keeps on grinding against you. You're both still fully clothed, yet you feel hot – he's making you feel hot, and seeing him lose control like this is incredibly arousing.

"I want more," you whisper against his ear, breathless and needy, your body on fire while he keeps on dry-humping with you. Almost his whole body weight is resting on you, but you don't mind it. He's still wearing his white shirt and black pants, and you're also still fully clothed with your shirt and skirt while you both rest on the bed. "I know, I know, I got you," he groans against your ear, lifting his body weight with one arm to pull back a little, and his free hand finally wanders under your shirt to feel your bare skin. You gasp when he roams his fingertips over your stomach, moving further upwards in a controlled and steady way until they reach your bra. You arch your back to press further against his touch, and he hastily squeezes your breast through your bra. "Can I touch you more?"

You nod, an approving groan leaving your lips when his warm fingertips slip under your bra and free your chest. The second he feels your soft skin underneath his warm fingers, something changes in his gaze, and he leans down to connect his lips with yours deeply. Your arms tighten their grip around his shoulders, one of your hands now buried in his brown, fluffy hair, your nails softly raking against his scalp.

He grinds his hips against yours again, and you feel like seeing stars at the delicious friction. "Again," you gasp at his lips, and he complies, slower this time but harder, his hand now cupping your bare chest tenderly. You haven't seen him naked yet, but you can feel that he's packing.

"Is it okay if I get some clothes off you?" He looks intently at you, analyzing your every reaction and checking if you're uncomfortable.

"Yes," you almost moan it out when he grinds once more before he sits up and pulls at his own shirt. He is quick to discard it on the floor, and you're left with big eyes, stunned at his glorious physique. Your reaction doesn't visibly faze him, and he instead grabs your shirt and gently pulls it towards your head. You slightly lift yourself from the bed to help him undress you, your cheeks involuntarily heating up when you're left with your bra that has been pulled down on one side.

He takes a few seconds to stare at your body, and you shiver under the intensity of his gaze, but his eyes are warm when he looks at your face again. "Can you tell me your name? I don't remember you introducing yourself tonight."

You blink twice – almost not believing that he is asking for your name – from all the times this could have happened – right now?!

"Oh, it's y/n. Sorry."

You turn your face to avoid looking at him, suddenly embarrassed about how the night has turned out so far.

"No, no, sweetie, don't get shy on me now." He gently grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, which you reluctantly do. His smile is warm and pure, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach again – just like the first time you've seen him this night.

"I just want to know what I should be moaning when you're making me feel so good already." He playfully winks, and that actually makes you smile. That's probably why you decided to go with him tonight. One of his friends accidentally bumped into you, mumbling an apology about spilling a bit of his drink on you, and you quickly assured him that it's fine, yet he offered to buy you a drink to make up for it. You had refused his offer, being touched but not fazed enough by the little bit of water that has landed on your skirt. When someone called out a cheerful "Mattsun – who are you talking to?" and then you saw him. Tall, gorgeous, with fluffy brown hair and a captivating smile. And you couldn't refuse when he asked you if you want to go to upstairs for a drink, his hand not so subtly resting on your thigh – and you loved it. The attractive stranger with the flirtatious smile that makes your walls crumble – that now has you pinned underneath him, yet you still feel comfortable and safe with him.

"What is your name?" you ask, your eyes curiously roaming around the room to see if there is any hint about his identity. You're not prepared for the look on his face, though, when you focus on him again.

"My name? You don't know – wait. The party-" His eyes are big and round, genuine surprise showing on his pretty features as he stumbles from one word to another.

"What? What are you talking about?" You frown, and he blinks two times, as if he's trying to rid of his confusion.

"The party was actually..." he starts and stops again to think for a second about his next words. "I'm Tooru." He finally finishes, and you nod, still a bot confused about his reaction. "Okay."

His lips suddenly curl into a wide grin, and you're caught off-guard when he presses another kiss against your lips, his hands now both roaming on your sides and moving to your back to fumble with the clasp of the bra. He quickly opens it, and you briefly wonder what he must be doing to have such godly hands like this, and you bring your hands to your shoulders to help him remove the straps.

He is quick to caress the now-exposed skin and to softly dip his fingers into the curve between your shoulders and your neck. His eyes basically drink in the sight of your naked upper body – there is no other word to describe his gaze in another way. He firmly presses his palms against your shoulders, moving his hands down the side of your chest, his fingertips barely brushing against your nipples, as he moves on to your skirt. You expectantly hold your breath for a few seconds when his hands move to the button of your skirt – and you squirm at the ticklish feeling when his knuckles roam against your stomach.

"Sensitive here much, huh?" His teasing grin makes you squirm a bit more. "A little."

"I'll keep that in mind." He slowly leans down, his lips caressing your stomach now, and his hands suddenly grasping your hips to keep you from escaping his ministrations. He nibbles on your skin, slightly sucking as if he was trying to leave marks on your stomach, just around your belly button. "Tooru –" a choked-out moan escapes your lips, your body unable to move even the slightest bit with the strength this man has in his hands. The tingling sensation seems to go right between your legs, your thighs desperately clenching together the longer he continues.

A grin adorns his lips, even brighter than you've seen before, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes when he leans back and looks at your messy state. "You look so sexy right now, sweetheart."

"Sexy?" He doesn't even mind your comment but instead moves to the buttons of your skirt, one elegant eyebrow raising in your direction as an unspoken question.

You clear your throat before you nod, slightly raising your hips – as much as you can under him – to help him shimmy down the fabric to your feet, before he carelessly throws it away. His eyes move quickly – from your legs to your hips, to your chest, and to your face and down again – you feel like you look like a mess, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, the rather prominent boner that he's sporting in his dress pants tells you a quite different story. His eyes finally stop moving, his gaze now fixated between your legs and you briefly wonder how he had managed to pull down your panties without you noticing.

You whine when he suddenly leans down and dives his face between your legs, his lips latching onto your cunt with a precision that makes you shiver almost violently. Your legs involuntarily try to squeeze together, and one of his arms comes up to make sure that you're not squeezing his head too hard. "Sensitive there too, my pretty y/n?"

"A bit." You wiggle in his grasp when you feel his hot breath fanning your pussy, knowing that he is staring at your most intimate body part– but you don't try to back off.

"What do you want me to do? Can you tell me?"

"Just – keep on doing what you're doing."

"Right now? Right now I'm not doing much." He replies with a teasing smile on his damn pretty lips and he rubs circles on your thigh, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms. "I meant – being between my legs – eating me out..." you clench your fingers harder around the bed sheets, and he hums approvingly and licks a long strip along your folds, his tongue putting extra pressure on your clit. "Sounds good." Nothing could have prepared you for the way he starts eating you out, slow and firm, adjusting when he feels you pulling back or begging for more.

You get lost in the feeling, his lips on you, his tongue on you, and his hands holding you steady, his moans and lewd slurping sounds filling the room, and you would feel embarrassed if he wasn't making you feel so good. "Feels good, Tooru – want more –"

He presses gentle kisses against your thigh, a smirk on his lips. "More, huh? I can give you more. I can give you everything you want, my princess."

Your eyes widen at the sweet nickname, your face flush by now, and when he suddenly sits up and brings his forehead to yours. He breathes heavily, his lips tasting like you when he kisses you, and you're stunned when he suddenly flips you both until you sit on his crotch.

"Tooru –"

"Sit on me, princess. Take what you need." He looks at you expectantly, and you blush even further and soot down on him until you feel his cock pressing between your ass cheeks. You slightly move back to open the zipper of his pants, finally pulling down the fabric and freeing his cock when you pull the pants along with his boxers down his legs- just like he did it for you before.

He is big.

You stare at him for a few seconds, relieved that he's not rushing you or making any cocky comments when you're silent for a few moments. He patiently waits until you take a deep breath and lean down to mentally prepare yourself to take him.

Lifting your body, you line up his cock and slowly and carefully sink down on him, feeling the head of his cock pushing inside of you, making you feel so good and so full already.

A groan escapes his lips, and you gasp when you finally feel all of him inside of you. His hands move to your hips, gently caressing the flesh under his fingers as he rocks you a bit. You brace yourself against his chest and experimentally move your hips. He releases a deep breath, and you gasp for air at the delicious feeling that spreads through your whole body. "Feels good, Tooru." You move again, faster this time, and slowly start riding him, bouncing your body rhythmically on his cock, much to both of your pleasure. "Yes, just like that," he moans, the sound so desperate and lewd that you force your eyes open to look down on him.

He looks so hot under you.

You pause for a second, taking in the sight in front of you – the handsome dark-haired man, whose face is contorted in pure pleasure and who doesn't mind you seeing him like this.

Oikawa suddenly opens his eyes and grabs your hips firmly when he notices how you stopped, his legs readjusting, and he powerfully thrusts up into you. You claw your nails into his chest, not expecting the sudden force that he managed to pull, and you gasp his name under your breath when he does it again, even harder this time. You let him do it as he likes, using your body, and making you both feel good – the only thing you can do is moaning his name and clenching around him in ecstasy. His grip around your hips will leave bruises for sure, and at the same time, you know that you're leaving marks on his chest with your nails, but you're both too thrown into pleasure to notice that. You can feel him bringing you closer to the edge, closer and closer with each thrust, your body bouncing on him like crazy.

"Fuck – so good – so good –" he groans out between gritted teeth, his eyes zoning in on his cock that appears and disappears inside of you again and again. "I'm-" you gasp out, clenching down almost violently around him, and you basically feel him throb in response. "Cum for me." His thrusts get even deeper and faster, and his blissed-out expression suddenly sends you over the edge – the fact that this gorgeous and attractive man is pussy-drunk from fucking you – it makes you see stars while you mewl and clench around him hardly, not caring about how lewd you sound while you moan his name. And that's when you feel him throb again, harder this time, and suddenly stilling his movements, a sudden warmth spreading through your body when he fills you up. The delicious feeling of being stuffed to the brim, of being full of him makes your body tremble in delight, and you gasp his name one last time before you relax your muscles.

You finally sink down, your body limp from exhaustion, a thin layer of sweat covering your body and his too, as you notice when your head falls down his chest. Your rapid breaths fill the room, while he's still inside of you, slowly softening, and his hands release their death grip around your hips and move up soothingly to your bare back.

"That was..." he starts, suddenly stopping his movements.

You hold your breath while you wait for him to continue. "That was amazing. You're..." He trails off again, and now you slightly raise your body to look at him. He looks positively sinful, with his now disheveled hair and his flushed cheeks. Even from your position, you can see the scratch marks on his chest and you make a mental note not to rest your face against them to not hurt him further – not that he did seem to mind.

"I have a birthday wish." He continues, looking at you intensely.

"Birthday wish?" You echo, the wheels in your brain turning and trying to make sense of his words.

"I already noticed that you didn't know. The party downstairs is my birthday party." He vaguely gestures downstairs, and now you notice the shiny trophies on a shelf – a few with big engravings of his name. Oikawa Tooru.

"Oh." You suddenly pale at the realization, and avoid looking at him. He is THE Oikawa Tooru – the one that your friend couldn't stop swooning about, and you definitely now have an idea why.

"Congratulations. I had no idea, I'm very sorry..."

"No need to apologize. But I really do have a wish." He quickly interferes before you continue apologizing, and you raise your brows at his sudden request. So far, he seemed more like a giver than a taker.

"What is it?"

You finally look at him again, and the pure warmth and happiness that radiate through his honest smile make your heart skip a beat.

"Can I see you again?

[violet0203]

[violet0203]

love you goodbye | cl x reader

summary: on the day you're supposed to marry someone else, you give in to the pull between you and charles for the last time

content: m/f s*x, r*ding, angst.. lots of it

words: 3k+

He announces himself with two sharp knocks on the door. You don't turn around but your heart squeezes painfully in your chest anyway.

Your mother greets him with a smile, old affection slow to die despite you about to marry someone other than Charles.

"Can I have a moment with the bride?" he asks, voice not betraying him. But there's pain in his light eyes. She nods, a careful expression on her face before kissing him on the cheek. She squeezes his hand before she goes. Looks like she wants to say something but doesn't.

There's too much left unsaid, but you wait for the door to fall shut to turn around. You're not in your dress yet, just a simple dressing gown as your mother and you worked on your hair. You weren't as successful as you'd thought you'd be; too distracted by everything about to happen.

"Excited?" he asks, fingers restlessly drumming against his thigh. His eyes keep flicking over to the dress. Like he can't help but punish himself by looking at it. Like he can't stop imagining it worn on a different day, for him. And you. Just how you dreamt of for all those years when you were too young still to think about stuff like marriage and starting a family despite wanting both so so badly.

Where did it all go wrong? You know the answer of course, but looking at him, in his tailored suit with his combed hair and those same eyes you used to feel grounded by, you can't quite put it into words. What made you leave.

"Yes," you say, a little too late. But honest anyway. Your stomach has been fluttering all day. 

He nods, accepts it without comment. Has learnt over time to take what you say as the truth and nothing but the truth. 

"Why are you here?" you ask when he doesn't say anything. You can see it in his posture, how his bruised heart is beating away in his chest. How he's trying so hard not to snap and say what he really feels. 

"I just--" he stops, breathes in. Out. Once and then twice more. "I need to--"

And then his lips are on yours and shock slips away too quickly for you to do anything but kiss back. Eager. And familiar and hurting. Not as badly as Charles maybe, knowing that your whole future is going to start beyond that door. A groom and guests waiting to celebrate your union as Charles watches on, but the pain is still there. In the way your hands slip into his hair. How you pull on the strands to have him moan and hiss.

It's enough of a distraction to have his hands fall away from your face. To your chest and down. His hands shouldn't feel as good on your skin as they do. As right. But they do and a part of you takes sick fascination in it. How you are prepared to promise yourself away to someone else and still think nothing compares to Charles' hands on you.

Your lips part and then he trails his mouth down your neck. Careful and soft not to leave behind any marks. He's considerate like that. Like he knows you'll have him here, behind closed doors one last time and he has accepted it. That he has no claim on you or your body beyond what you give him. 

It's easy though, to let him touch and move you. Tug you off the small seat and against the edge of the vanity. Makeup bottles rattle when you bump the edge with your ass and then you're turned around and come face to face with yourself. And Charles to your back. 

You stop for one breathless minute. Take in his flushed cheeks and glistening eyes. How even now, he looks beautiful in his suit. Regal. Like he belongs in it at the end of an aisle with flowers to your feet.

It's a nice fantasy, but one you have to close your eyes against. Your head bumps against the mirror softly. Fogs up as you sigh into the clear surface as his hands slip under your robe. Where you're already a little wet. A little turned on since you first glimpsed him in his suit.

"Fuck," he whispers, lips brushing your shoulder before he pushes off. Like he needs to see for himself. Your legs part a little more as you hold onto the vanity. Try to find purchase where there is none with Charles by your back.

His hand wraps around your hip. Squeezes the flesh softly before sliding around your waist. To your stomach. Where he rubs a couple of soothing circles into the skin. Traces his fingers down. Between your legs. Around your folds. Has your hips rock forward in two seconds flat. But he doesn't give in at first. Doesn't give you the satisfaction of touching your clit more.

You roll your eyes. Too impatient to play this game. Rock your ass against Charles' trousers. Where he's straining against the fabric already, just as eager as you feel. Rub your ass against him some more, have him stutter forward. Until he pins your hips against the vanity with his.

"Charles," you say, name easily uttered in the silence. It feels right, hearing it roll off your tongue as you ache for him. "Touch me."

And he does. Like it was that easy. Like all you had to do was ask for him to break. And give in like he's been wanting to since he knocked on that door.

He has you against the vanity. Right next to where your wedding dress is hanging. Shimmery and beautiful in the low light.

His pants are down by the knees and your robe is hiked up by the thighs and there's a certain desperation you've grown to recognize in the way he grips your hips. The way he intertwines your fingers of one hand to places against the mirror, like he wants to leave a trace behind. That he was there. Making you feel good, desired, on the day you're promising yourself away to someone else. 

Someone that is not Charles. Who despite you breaking and ripping his heart into a million tiny pieces, is here. A steady presence to your back. His cock hot and heavy in you. Filling you just so to have you moan and whimper his name with every deep stroke of his cock.

Your eyes meet in the reflection and it's like he can't bear it. Having your eyes on him when he makes you feel so so good. Because he knows it won't last. The same way you know it won't. It's a silent agreement, one that sits heavy between you as he snaps his hips into you. Body opening so beautifully for him despite it.

It always has. You can't imagine a time your body won't feel like a live wire when he touches you.

It's worrisome, thinking that Charles of all people will remain the sole reason your body trembles the way it does now, but at the same time it seems... right. Why lie to yourself when your body would betray you no matter what? When you wrap your free hand around his wrist on your hip and pull it around your waist? Between your legs. Where you're dripping now, stretched around his cock.

You moan, the sound hoarse as he touches your clit again. Rubs circles into the tender folds. Has you arch your back a little more. 

He looks lost to the pleasure when you look back up into the mirror. Eyes almost completely closed as he looks down. To where he disappears in you. Where you're wrapped  around him, tight and wet and so so close to coming on his cock. His hand falls away from around your waist. Comes to settle on the small of your back before he pushes down.

You fold easily. Feel him slip in that little bit more. Just enough to nudge your g-spot. Just enough to have you see stars where before you could see the gentle slope of his jaw. How his eyelashes fanned across his cheeks.

Pleasure zings down your back. Pulled tight like a rubberband about to snap. Has been for some time. Pretty much since Charles' thrusts have tapered off into a deep grind. One that has your toes curl against the carpet.

"Touch yourself," he says at some point. And it's like a switch has been flipped. Your fingers move with practiced ease and then Charles pushes in, pushes close. Until he can kiss the back of your neck. Nibble at your earlobe.

The sounds he makes get you there in the end. How the air seems to get punched out of his lungs every time he bottoms out. Like he's surprised by how good it feels. How good you feel around him, even after all that time.

You come with his name on your lips. Where it belongs, you think for one breathless moment, guard all the way down until your body trembles from oversensitivity.

He stops then. Still hard. Still desperate to get off. 

Your eyes meet again and then he pulls out. Turns you around. Grabs you by the wrist. Fingers of that hand still glistening from where you touched yourself. 

His cheeks hollow around the digits and your eyes flutter a little. Pleasure still coursing through your veins. Especially now, seeing him suck your fingers clean. He always enjoyed being on his knees for you. Said he loved your taste. The way you just couldn't help but fuck yourself on his tongue. Use him until you got off.

Your fingers slip free and then you're kissing. One hand wrapping around his cock. The first touch has him gasp against your lips, but you don't stop. Move your hand instead, slow. Flick your wrist in that way you remember him liking. 

He tumbles into the bed with you on top of him. 

And it's a practiced move. This dance. Falling into bed together. Him throbbing in your hand until you manage to pull your robe off. Drop it to the ground. Careless. Too focussed on feeling his tip nudge against your slit. 

You don't draw it out. Slip down his dick, until he bottoms out. Until his hands fly to your waist. Like he has to restrain himself from fucking up, into you from the get go. You wouldn't mind, but this is good too. Perfect even. A little like a religious experience. 

Better than one in some ways, having him looking up at you as you look down on him. Feeling the way he throbs in you. Buried from tip to base on the day you're getting married to a cheap imitation of what you and Charles have. Had. 

You grind down, relish the feeling of being filled the way you are. Gasp and moan when he fucks up into you after all. Restraint only getting him so far before he snaps. You came once already after all. Charles is rarely selfish outside of the bedroom, but here, right now, he can't help it. Can't help wanting to cum in you, have you tremble on his cock.

"Not fair," you mumble, voice quiet as you look down at him. His beautiful face. Those flushed cheeks. But the kiss you draw him into contradicts anything you could have followed that up with.

It's a deep one. Filthy much like everything you've done so far and your hands are making a mess of his beautiful hair. Twisting and pulling on the strands until the product seems to melt away entirely into a sweaty mess. One you're starting to turn into as he continues to move his hips up. As you continue to stay still. Have him be the one to do the work.

His eyes never once leave your face but his hands remain restless. They come up to your tits. Trail down your waist to your ass. Have you arch into them eagerly before he gives your ass a light clap. One that stings. One that turns the skin hot beneath his hand. Where he grips you, almost owning. If it weren't for the wedding dress hanging from the vanity. If it weren't for the silver ring around your finger -- one that's not identical to the one Charles gave you back then, when you were dumb and in love and taking on the world seemed like the easiest thing to do with him by your side.

How young and naive you were back then. You're still young now, but more jaded. Changed in a way that allows you to fuck your ex on your wedding day. You'll be thinking about this later, when your groom zips down your dress. When he kisses your skin and thinks he's the only one that has touched you that day. When he thinks it's him you think of, late at night. 

It's a secret you and Charles will share. One he'll leave with as he watches you walk down the aisle. 

He pulls you down into his lap. Quick. A little rough as his fingers dig into your sides. Like he could tell your mind was elsewhere and he couldn't have that happen. Not when he's in you. When he's the one making pleasure slowly coil in your stomach again. It's embarrassing almost, how quick he gets you where he wants you.

But you can tell he's close too. In the way his eyes glisten. How his thrusts turn sloppy and you're the one back in charge. When he's so close to cumming. 

You move your hips up and down. Smile, strained and with a moan withering behind your teeth when he thrusts up once. Twice more before his fingers dance down your stomach and to your slick folds. His thumb draws over the stretched skin of your cunt, where you're wrapped around him again. 

But his eyes remain on your face. As if he has to look at you falling apart. Memorize the way you look riding him. 

His fingers feel heavenly on your clit when they slip back up. Better than yours, because they're Charles'.

When he cums in you, you do so a second later. Follow him over the edge until pleasure snaps. Until it overwhelms your senses. You fall forward, spent, despite your hips twitching back and forth on his softening cock. Bury your face in his sweaty neck. The collar of his crisp shirt ruined.

Your name is whispered into the space above your head. Quiet. Unsure. Like Charles doesn't know what you just did despite his cum slowly trailing between your legs. 

You pull off, but don't move away. Stay like that, wrapped up in his body for another moment. Rub your forehead against his chest. Scared what you'll find when you look up. What truth Charles will have unveiled to you with his eyes.

He's an open book to you. Or used to be, but the shuttered look on his face isn't what you expect when you roll away. Into the space next to him. Where he's one warm line against your naked body.

You feel terribly exposed suddenly. With him still in his suit for the most part. With his eyes being unreadable. Lips pinched together like he has to stop himself from saying something. 

You shrug into the robe again. Try to find security in the soft way it caresses your body but all it reminds you of is how just minutes earlier Charles had touched you. How his hands had cupped your breasts and his lips sought out yours.

When you stand up, so does he. And it's quiet between you. Now that the sound of each others names have stopped slipping off the others lips. You move, try to put space between you and the bed. Almost sit back down at the vanity, where even now, a mark is left behind. The one your intertwined hands left behind. 

"It's a beautiful dress," he says from behind you, voice quiet. You nod, eyes trailing over delicate lace and beautiful folds just to your side. Your husband will love it but he won't appreciate the thought put into it before pulling it off your body tonight.

"I would have loved it," he adds. Doesn't meet your eyes as he does. You don't know what he'd find there anyway. Pain, maybe? For doing this to him? To yourself? Your mind's a mess, but one you appreciate over grasping what you just did. 

His hands tremble a little around the buttons of his wrinkled shirt, still made up for the most part. You sigh as you step in, a distant rehearsed memory prompting you to help him like you did so many times before. At events or before important meetings with Ferrari.

"You would," you agree, "You would have loved to see the way it shimmers in the light as we danced."

He hums, pained and then grabs your wrists. Clears his throat before dropping them again. Reminds himself that he has no right to touching you anymore. You would have let him. You would have even kissed him again. Or for the last time. Whatever version you like to tell yourself. All you really know is that you already miss it, the heat of him on your body. How he filled you.

There's evidence of him on your skin still. Between your legs. Slowly trailing down the soft skin of your inner thigh. But it's not enough to trick your brain into believing you'll ask him to stay. 

You couldn't, even if you wanted to. It's too late, you tell yourself.

A part of you knows that you'll have to tell yourself that one over and over.

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Later, after you've showered, after you've washed away all traces of Charles, watched what you two did swirl down the drain and your mother touched up your lipstick -- the ghost of Charles' mouth on yours still warm -- you walk down the aisle and towards a new future.

One that doesn't have Charles standing on the other side. Instead, he's sitting in the second row to your left and he admires the way your dress shimmers with every step just like you said he would.

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I FEEL LIKE THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST THING IVE WRITTEN AND YOU ALL NEED TO READ IT

Wounds || Chifuyu Matsuno

Warning: it mentions blood but nothing explicit. It may have some grammar mistakes, sorry English it’s not my first language. Hope you enjoy it.

Summary: you have been dating chifuyu for a while and he is always wounded.

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Everyday since you started dating Chifuyu he would wait for you in the mornings to go together to school.

This day wasn’t the exception as you saw your phone light up with his message letting you know that he is outside.

You found him outside leaning agains a tree with his arms crossed almost falling asleep standing. You got close to him and kissed his cheeks.

He opened his eyes and you could see his beautiful blue eyes.

“Good morning love” he picked your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as you started your way to school.

“How are your wounds?”

“Healing”

When you first met Chifuyu you knew he was in a gang and that they got in fights pretty often, but that didn’t mean that you were amused with how often he would asked you to help him with them.

You didn’t like to see him with hurt, with cuts and blood. Despite he telling you that the other guys were worst than him and that they didn’t really hurt him.

A few days ago he was in fight with Moebius. Overall it went well, but two of them ended at the hospital with knife cuts.

You wouldn’t know what to do if Chifuyu were one of them. You wouldn’t know what to do if you loose him.

“Babe I’m okay” he said pulling you out of your thoughts while gripping more to your hand to reassure you.

You arrived at school and as you were in different classes you had to go in different ways, but he would let you go until to know you were good.

“I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” Both of his hands were cupping your cheeks. He was no afraid of pda so he kissed you. It helped you to relax a little bit “I love you”.

“Love you too, I’ll go to your class once mine is finished” he nodded and kiss you one last time before letting you go your way.

Your class was really boring and you weren’t really paying attention to everything the sensei was saying. You was caught by your own thoughts when someone tapped your shoulder and pointed to the door; Chifuyu was waiting there for you.

“Sensei Tanaka has asked for (l/n)” he said to your teacher.

You knew he was lying and using it as an excuse to get you out of the class to talk with you. Something serious must have happen if he didn’t just text you.

You were allowed to left the classroom and followed Chifuyu to an empty hallway.

“I need to leave school, Baji needs something” he blurted out. You frowned at him.

“Can’t he wait?” You knew that the black-haired boy was the captain of the first division at ToMan and that your boyfriend was his vice-captain and that they were really close, but you couldn’t avoid to resent him right now.

“It can’t” you noticed that he was sorry, he didn’t really had other choice or he would choose to stay at class and then eat lunch with you. This was a ToMan business and you knew that anything related to it was very important to him.

“Does this involve a fight?”

“I really hope not” he took your hands and pull you in a hug. Chifuyu could read you as an open book and knew that you wanted to cry. He hated make you worry about him.

“Text me and let me know that you are okay please”

“I’ll do and I’ll come to you after this”

He let you hugged him for a few more seconds before pulling away. He rested his head against yours and with those blue eyes he let you know that he will be fine.

You kissed him before letting him go.

“Love you”

Then you had to go back to your class, but if you weren’t focusing before now you we’re definitely zoned out. You had a bad feeling.

The whole hour you couldn’t stop tapping with your foot as you grew anxious. If it was Baji just needing something you should have insisted in go with him.

When lunch time arrived and you still hadn’t received a text, you decided to ditch school. You were learning nothing anyways. You really had no idea where he could be, so just went home and tried to think good stuff.

If this was something related to ToMan, he probably was with them and even if they got on a fight they wouldn’t let anyone of them get really hurt. They were like a family and they protected each other. You trusted them. Chifuyu would be perfectly fine.

Suddenly your cellphone rang. You were surprised by the name that appeared on the screen. Please don’t let it be bad news.

“Takemichi? What’s going on? Are you with Matsuno?”

“Yes I am, he is asking where are you right now”

“Im in my house. Why isn’t he the one calling me?”

“We will be there”

“WAIT- Takemichi— what’s going on?” You desperately asked but he had already hang up. Your heart was racing and your mind couldn’t help to think the worst.

At least he was alive if he was asking for you, but he can’t be in a good state if he wasn’t the one calling. What the hell had happened? And why was Takemichi calling and not Baji?

You went to the bathroom and pull out the first aid kit, he will probably need it. Probably what we’re a few minutes you felt like a hours. As soon as you heard a knock on the door you ran to it and opened it.

You gasped.

What the hell had happened?

Takemichi was trying to help a person to keep standing. If you didn’t know better you would say that that person wasn’t Chifuyu. Not with all that bruises, wounds and cuts. But it was him, with his face full covered in blood as well as his blonde hair. His own blood.

“Why did you bring him here? He should be at the hospital!!” you hurried him up to bring him to the couch to get a better look at him.

“He wanted to come here”

You stopped listen to him and just put on to work on the very hurt guy. You tried to clean his wounds very careful, but there were a lot of them and you definitely didn’t have enough bandages for all of them so you send Takemichi to go buy some more stuff.

After he left you took a moment to breathe. You didn’t even notice it before but your eyes were crowded with tears that wanted to let out. Seeing Chifuyu like this was your worst nightmare and a part of you hated him for making you this.

“Love…?” barely been able to open one of his eyes he tried to scan the room to find you.

“M-here” He tried to sit himself up, but you approached to him and didn’t let him “Don’t move”

You sat on the floor next to him and as he went to grabbed your hand, you realized that his hands were clean. Not even one bruise.

“Chifuyu what the hell happened? You didn’t even fight back? Who did this to you?” Now you were seriously mad. You were screaming at him and crying at the same time. This was a lot to handle. You love him but this was a lot.

“It was Baji… he is a member of Valhalla now”

Had your heard well? Baji? The Baji who helped Chifuyu confessed his feelings? The Baji who used to bother both of you for all the pda? The Baji that just a few days ago was in this exact same house watching a movie with the two of you? That Baji?

Suddenly Chifuyu was sobbing. Your heart broke a little. If what was telling you was true you find it reasonable to not fight him back. Baji was like a brother to him. He would have never hurt him and if Baji did this it must have been a very good reason.

You lifted him up very carefully to not cause him pain and just enough for you to scoop under him and hug him while he cried.

“Love I’m really sorry, I never wanted to do this to you. I love you so so much. Please don’t leave me” He was being the most vulnerable you have ever seen him. Crying against your chest and holding you so tight as if he was really afraid you would leave him.

“Babe it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay with you forever, I promise. You are the most important thing to me. I just got scared, but you being fine is the only thing that matters to me” you kissed his his temple and rubbed his lower back as many times it took him to ease his crying.

When Takemichi came back with the bandages you have asked him, he found you both in the sofa. Chifuyu had fallen asleep over you and you didn’t want to move to not wake him up.

“Are you good? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine Takemichi. Thanks for bringing him to me”

He waved you goodbye and you were left alone once again.

There was still so much stuff that you couldn’t understand, but you were going to let Chifuyu explain them once he feels better.

[violet0203]

Wounds || Chifuyu Matsuno

Warning: it mentions blood but nothing explicit. It may have some grammar mistakes, sorry English it’s not my first language. Hope you enjoy it.

Summary: you have been dating chifuyu for a while and he is always wounded.

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Everyday since you started dating Chifuyu he would wait for you in the mornings to go together to school.

This day wasn’t the exception as you saw your phone light up with his message letting you know that he is outside.

You found him outside leaning agains a tree with his arms crossed almost falling asleep standing. You got close to him and kissed his cheeks.

He opened his eyes and you could see his beautiful blue eyes.

“Good morning love” he picked your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as you started your way to school.

“How are your wounds?”

“Healing”

When you first met Chifuyu you knew he was in a gang and that they got in fights pretty often, but that didn’t mean that you were amused with how often he would asked you to help him with them.

You didn’t like to see him with hurt, with cuts and blood. Despite he telling you that the other guys were worst than him and that they didn’t really hurt him.

A few days ago he was in fight with Moebius. Overall it went well, but two of them ended at the hospital with knife cuts.

You wouldn’t know what to do if Chifuyu were one of them. You wouldn’t know what to do if you loose him.

“Babe I’m okay” he said pulling you out of your thoughts while gripping more to your hand to reassure you.

You arrived at school and as you were in different classes you had to go in different ways, but he would let you go until to know you were good.

“I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” Both of his hands were cupping your cheeks. He was no afraid of pda so he kissed you. It helped you to relax a little bit “I love you”.

“Love you too, I’ll go to your class once mine is finished” he nodded and kiss you one last time before letting you go your way.

Your class was really boring and you weren’t really paying attention to everything the sensei was saying. You was caught by your own thoughts when someone tapped your shoulder and pointed to the door; Chifuyu was waiting there for you.

“Sensei Tanaka has asked for (l/n)” he said to your teacher.

You knew he was lying and using it as an excuse to get you out of the class to talk with you. Something serious must have happen if he didn’t just text you.

You were allowed to left the classroom and followed Chifuyu to an empty hallway.

“I need to leave school, Baji needs something” he blurted out. You frowned at him.

“Can’t he wait?” You knew that the black-haired boy was the captain of the first division at ToMan and that your boyfriend was his vice-captain and that they were really close, but you couldn’t avoid to resent him right now.

“It can’t” you noticed that he was sorry, he didn’t really had other choice or he would choose to stay at class and then eat lunch with you. This was a ToMan business and you knew that anything related to it was very important to him.

“Does this involve a fight?”

“I really hope not” he took your hands and pull you in a hug. Chifuyu could read you as an open book and knew that you wanted to cry. He hated make you worry about him.

“Text me and let me know that you are okay please”

“I’ll do and I’ll come to you after this”

He let you hugged him for a few more seconds before pulling away. He rested his head against yours and with those blue eyes he let you know that he will be fine.

You kissed him before letting him go.

“Love you”

Then you had to go back to your class, but if you weren’t focusing before now you we’re definitely zoned out. You had a bad feeling.

The whole hour you couldn’t stop tapping with your foot as you grew anxious. If it was Baji just needing something you should have insisted in go with him.

When lunch time arrived and you still hadn’t received a text, you decided to ditch school. You were learning nothing anyways. You really had no idea where he could be, so just went home and tried to think good stuff.

If this was something related to ToMan, he probably was with them and even if they got on a fight they wouldn’t let anyone of them get really hurt. They were like a family and they protected each other. You trusted them. Chifuyu would be perfectly fine.

Suddenly your cellphone rang. You were surprised by the name that appeared on the screen. Please don’t let it be bad news.

“Takemichi? What’s going on? Are you with Matsuno?”

“Yes I am, he is asking where are you right now”

“Im in my house. Why isn’t he the one calling me?”

“We will be there”

“WAIT- Takemichi— what’s going on?” You desperately asked but he had already hang up. Your heart was racing and your mind couldn’t help to think the worst.

At least he was alive if he was asking for you, but he can’t be in a good state if he wasn’t the one calling. What the hell had happened? And why was Takemichi calling and not Baji?

You went to the bathroom and pull out the first aid kit, he will probably need it. Probably what we’re a few minutes you felt like a hours. As soon as you heard a knock on the door you ran to it and opened it.

You gasped.

What the hell had happened?

Takemichi was trying to help a person to keep standing. If you didn’t know better you would say that that person wasn’t Chifuyu. Not with all that bruises, wounds and cuts. But it was him, with his face full covered in blood as well as his blonde hair. His own blood.

“Why did you bring him here? He should be at the hospital!!” you hurried him up to bring him to the couch to get a better look at him.

“He wanted to come here”

You stopped listen to him and just put on to work on the very hurt guy. You tried to clean his wounds very careful, but there were a lot of them and you definitely didn’t have enough bandages for all of them so you send Takemichi to go buy some more stuff.

After he left you took a moment to breathe. You didn’t even notice it before but your eyes were crowded with tears that wanted to let out. Seeing Chifuyu like this was your worst nightmare and a part of you hated him for making you this.

“Love…?” barely been able to open one of his eyes he tried to scan the room to find you.

“M-here” He tried to sit himself up, but you approached to him and didn’t let him “Don’t move”

You sat on the floor next to him and as he went to grabbed your hand, you realized that his hands were clean. Not even one bruise.

“Chifuyu what the hell happened? You didn’t even fight back? Who did this to you?” Now you were seriously mad. You were screaming at him and crying at the same time. This was a lot to handle. You love him but this was a lot.

“It was Baji… he is a member of Valhalla now”

Had your heard well? Baji? The Baji who helped Chifuyu confessed his feelings? The Baji who used to bother both of you for all the pda? The Baji that just a few days ago was in this exact same house watching a movie with the two of you? That Baji?

Suddenly Chifuyu was sobbing. Your heart broke a little. If what was telling you was true you find it reasonable to not fight him back. Baji was like a brother to him. He would have never hurt him and if Baji did this it must have been a very good reason.

You lifted him up very carefully to not cause him pain and just enough for you to scoop under him and hug him while he cried.

“Love I’m really sorry, I never wanted to do this to you. I love you so so much. Please don’t leave me” He was being the most vulnerable you have ever seen him. Crying against your chest and holding you so tight as if he was really afraid you would leave him.

“Babe it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay with you forever, I promise. You are the most important thing to me. I just got scared, but you being fine is the only thing that matters to me” you kissed his his temple and rubbed his lower back as many times it took him to ease his crying.

When Takemichi came back with the bandages you have asked him, he found you both in the sofa. Chifuyu had fallen asleep over you and you didn’t want to move to not wake him up.

“Are you good? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine Takemichi. Thanks for bringing him to me”

He waved you goodbye and you were left alone once again.

There was still so much stuff that you couldn’t understand, but you were going to let Chifuyu explain them once he feels better.

[violet0203]

your husband oikawa being away in a tournament pt3

Sorry for it taking me so long but finally pt3 is here.

this is pt pt1. and this is pt2.

I have not proof read it so there might be some mistakes. hope you enjoy <3

You only ended the call, because you had to drive to your sister's house to look for your nephews while she was gone in a business trip over the weekend. It was much more easier you moving over to her house, that they moving to yours so it was arranged that way.

When you knocked the door your niece was the first who opened it and before saying even hello she screamed to you:

“DID YOU WATCH THE GAME?”

Then your nephew came out from one of the halls running to you and asked you about a play they did.

“Did you wake up at 4 am to watch the game?”

“Worst!” said your sister from the same hallway from which your nephew came carrying a suitcase “They stayed up the whole night watching the rest of the games, they barely slept two hours”

You gasped and then laughed, it was unbelievable how much your nephews love volleyball, but somehow it reminded you a little bit of someone.

“Don’t you remember that you used to do the same? And mom always complained about it, so you just started to watch the games under the covers for her not noticing it”.

“Shhh, don’t give them bad ideas”.

“Soo did you watch it??” your niece asked once more and you told them that you where so tired that you didn’t wake up. She immediately went to their living room, followed by her brother, and turned on the TV for you three to watch the replay.

“Hey, first came here and say mama goodbye” both of them hugged her and told her that they love her so much “I’ll miss you, behave properly with your aunt, don’t cause trouble and please sleep a little more tonight or take a nap”.

“We will, love you, see you on Monday”

Your sister hugged them one last time and then said goodbye to you. As usual she gave you every detail you need to be careful about, reminded you the emergency numbers and told you what they needed to do over the weekend for school. You eased her down, this wasn’t your first time taking care of them, they will survive.

“Just go, i’ll make sure the house doesn’t burn down while you are not here” she punched your arm, gave you a quick hug and then left.

You went with your nephews and sit in the sofa to watch the game. Every now and then any of you would stop it and rewind it to analyze some of the plays. Over the years you have been with Oikawa, thanks to him and your nephews, you really have learned a lot about volleyball. As the news that you read in the morning the Argentinian team really did play an amazing game.

“That is an amazing back set! He is still trying to teach us how to do it properly” commented your nephew.

When you sometimes go to watch Tooru at his practices, you go with them too because they enjoy when after it they let them use the court and practice a little more. Your husband is always giving them advice and playing with even when you know he is exhausted after his own practice. They have fun together and somehow, Oikawa find this as a way to thanks them for guiding you to him.

Your nephews probably were the most excited when you started dating him and then when he proposed. It was out of their mind that they somehow where going to have the Oikawa Tooru as an uncle.

It took you a lot of time to end the game, so you had lunch a pretty late and after that they fell right to sleep in the house’s sofa. You took advantage of using that time to finish what you had left pending from work.

At about 8pm you got a message from your husband.

“Good morning, I’m awake” you smiled and called him “Are you at your sister’s?”

You affirmed and told him about your day with your nephews. He otherwise told you about what they were going to do before the game.

“Today I will watch the game, i’m rested, and either way they will wake me up to see it”

Your niece must have heard you talking with Tooru, because she got up from her nap and ask you if she can talk with him. You of course let her. As it wasn’t on speaker you weren’t able to hear what he was saying, but she asked him about the game, other players and laughed a lot. After a while she gave the phone back to you.

“Hey, do you think we should have children?” that’s was so out of context that it got you by surprised and you literally couldn’t form any word “I’m not talking about right now, don’t be scared, it’s just that we have never really talked about it so i was wondering if it was in your plans”.

To be honest, every time that you see your husband interact with your nephews you have a little bit of baby fever. It’s inevitable, because he’s incredible with them and probably will be an incredible dad.

“Someday… with you… yes”

“Okay… good” through his voice it was obvious he was smiling and so were you “We’ll talk more about it once i’m back, yeah?” you nodded, despite he not been able to see you “I’ll have to hang up, they are calling at the door to have breakfast”

“We will sleep early, so we won’t be able to call you before you leave for the game. Good luck! Be amazing and have fun playing against them”.

“For sure I will. Love you”

“Love you more, call me once you can after the game” Tooru assured you he will and after it he hung up.

As it was already 9pm you decided to order pizza to dinner. You and your nephews eat it while watching some tv serie in the living room, but after two chapters you told them that it was enough and about time to go to bed if they wanted to watch the game. After promise a lot that you will wake them up half an hour before the game they put on their pyjamas, brushed their teeth and went to bed.

“Goodnight”.

When you went to bed was around 23:30 pm and before falling asleep you got a message from Oikawa.

“Sorry but i can’t stop thinking about our children and I need to get this out to focus in the game… do you think they will like aliens?”

“So random! You like them, maybe they too, i don’t know, we can talk about our future children later but right now you need to focus on the game”

“Yeah, i know, it was just a very intrusive thought. Bye, love you, goodnight”

After that he went offline and you fell asleep.

A few hours later your alarm woke you up and then you woke up your nephews. The three of you set in the living room and your niece turn on the tv and put the game broadcast. The players of Japan were being presented and you cheer for the ones you have met. Then, it was Argentina turn and it was amazing being so far from home the amount of cheers the got, specially Oikawa, who by now was recognize as one of the best setters in the world.

“He looks amazing” said you nephew and you agreed. In his light blue uniform he looked impressive.

After some minutes to warm up, the game started and as usual Tooru was the one to serve first. In his high school years he used to have one of the best serves, but after years of training now he had a one of the most potent in a worldwide level so much so that he did an ace despite Sakusa, Yaku, Hinata and Hoshiumi were ready to receive.

The first set was for Argentina. Japan had a difficult start and weren’t able to get the momentum after your national team managed to be five points ahead of them.

The second one was a little more even. Ushijima and Kiyoomi managed to get through the Argentinian blockers a lot of times and that made the difference.

In the third set the things didn’t go so much better and Japan won this time 27-25.

“Uncle Tooru is playing so well, but everyone in the japan team is so strong”.

“Yeah, it’s awesome how high Hoshiumi and Hinata can jump, i wanna jump that high”.

When the fourth set started you could notice that something was different in the Argentinian team. They changed their rotation to defend and attack better, but it wasn’t just that, it was the vibes that they were given as if right now all of them were full immerse into the game. They were unstoppable. Miya Atsumu had a hard time setting the players without they finding a wall blocking them and their middle blockers weren’t able to touch half of the attacks set. Adding to that Oikaw’s serves were just getting better and faster.

Argentina managed to get the game into a fifth and final set.

“Japan is changing their setter to Kageyama”

Oikawa has told you his story with Kageyama and how for so long he was afraid of his ability. It took him sometime to comprehend that Tobio was probably one of his best rivals. Now, every time Tooru had to play against him you could see how much he enjoys it.

Both teams were playing their best and were making little unforced errors. Not one team could manage to have the momentum and be two points ahead. Definitely, an amazing set to watch. Japan was winning 13-12, but Oikawa managed to score a point with his classic setter dump that hadn’t used in the whole set.

Now it was his time to serve. Through the tv you could sense all the noise from the crowd. You and your nephews were nervous, it was a key moment to change the momentum, despite not being the match point would play a big part in determining the winner. Japan adjusted their positions to be better prepared. The referee blew the whistle. Oikawa took a big breath and through the ball up to the air.

Everyone in the house screamed. It was magnificent. Tooru did an ace serve just between Hoshiumi and Yaku. The score was 14-13, just one more point and the win would be to Argentina. Japan this time received the serve, Kageyama managed to set a back row attack with Ushijima, but the Argentinian blockers touches it. The ball went up again, Oikawa set the ball to his Outside hitter, but Yaku send it to Tobio once more and tried to do a fast attack, but two blockers read the play and stopped them. That was it. Argentina had won.

Everyone was screaming, in the stadium and in the house (you forgot that it was like six am).

When everything was a little calmer the players shook their hands and Oikawa took the opportunity to talk with the Japan members and even took a photo with them. A few moment later the tv approached to him to made the post game interview.

“Argentina had an amazing game today, you were at your very best today, managed to score 6 aces and threes setter dumps”

“Everyone at the team was at their best. It has been weeks of hard training, many of us not seeing family, so it’s amazing that it pays off. This win now put us at the front in the standing”

“During high school you played against some of the Japan’s players, what does it mean to you playing at a worldwide level?”

“It’s good to see old friends and it never disappoints”

“Thank you for your time, the team is calling you to continue celebrating, good luck for the next games!”

“Before I leave I just want to thank everyone supporting us, but specially my wife and my nephews that probably are watching us, I'll love you and see you soon”.

[violet0203]

haikyuu characters reacting to you being pregnant pt1

Sugawara Koshi

Lately you have been feeling sick, therefore after your husband left for work you went to a pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test.

It was positive.

You will need to tell Suga but over the phone wasn’t an option and you weren’t sure you could wait until the afternoon.

So you decided to pay him a visit during lunch break.

“Hey what are you doing here?”

“Koshi, we need to talk”

He nodded and closed the door to have privacy. He was starting to get worry since you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your fingers.

“I think I might be pregnant”

Suga started to freak out. You never have really talked about it. Yeah, sure he wanted kids and he was great with them, but what about you? were you okay with it?

“are you sure?” you showed him the two pregnancy test. He rubbed his fingers through his hair and loose a little his tie.

You approached to him and held his hand to calm him down “Suga, if you are not ready there’s no need to take the responsibility… i will be-”

He shut you down with a kiss.

“Never think again that i will leave you. I love you and I already love our child. Sorry for freak out, but i assure that i will always be with you” he wiped a single tear that was running down your face before hugging you tight. Between his arms you finally could feel the pressure in your chest leaving “Can i tell Daichi and Asahi about it?”

“Maybe we should wait until after the doctor appointment”

“Yeah, you’re right”

The bell rang indicating the classes will resume, so you say goodbye to him and gave him a peck in the lips before you lip. You will sort out all the details later.

[violet0203]

# when his baby gets jealous !

✫ ft. akaashi, atsumu, iwaizumi, and suna x mom!reader

✫ a/n: the kids are ages 1-3 (can stand, walk, talk in sentences). the babies aren’t really “jealous” in some of these. they just want some love and affection, too !!!

✫ warnings: usage of “mom” and “mama” to refer to reader

✫ AKAASHI leans into your touch after coming home from the office, his tie loosened and his hair a bit messier than usual. you two are splayed on the couch, his head resting peacefully on your chest as he updates you on bokuto’s recent msby game. and just minutes later, you feel your son pull on your leg. an eruption of babbles leave his lips as he whines and tugs. “mmm, it’s my turn with mom,” keiji whines into your collarbones. you can't help but laugh at your husband's child-like behavior. "keiji, get off, you're gonna make him upset." and as keiji nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, your baby breaks out into a sob, "mama! mama!" filling the small living room. keiji gets up from his place on your chest and picks your son up, mumbling "i'm sorry, bud" into his equally messy hair. "mama's all yours," he kisses the top of his head and allows him to crawl happily into your arms. "you're as whiny as your mo-" "keiji." he can't even be upset at his limited time with you — the image of you holding his entire world makes up for it.

✫ ATSUMU lingers in the kitchen after tucking your daughter in to bed just about every night. he puts dishes in the cabinets, wipes down the counter, and traps you between his arms for a moment of intimacy. "mind if i kiss ya, babe?" he asks, knowing you'll let him anyway. "you'll do it no matter what i say," you turn your head to the side, creating distance between his lips and yours. "no! i'm a gentleman! that's why ya married me, isn't it?" a laugh leaves your lips and you're stepping up onto your toes to reach his. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close against himself. it's been hard to find time for yourselves — your daughter was at the age where she'd walk (stumble, really) away if you took your eyes off of her for even a second. and as you pull away from the kiss, breathless and all, you hear the pitter patter of her tiny feet approaching you two. "baby, why are ya awake? can't sleep?" atsumu bends down to her level, pushing her hair back from her eyes. she rubs at them and then wraps her tiny arms around his neck to kiss his cheeks. "i want a g'night kiss too!" she whines. "alrighty, baby, ya can get as many as ya want! make sure ya give mama a kiss too," he tells her before peppering her cheeks with loving kisses.

✫ IWAIZUMI used to wake up early every morning, getting ready for the day at a slow and relaxing pace, but he finds it harder and harder to do so when you cling onto him, asking for five more minutes of peace, five minutes of calmness before the storm (the storm being your daughter, of course). she's gotten clingier with every step she could take. she wakes up with the sun and makes her way to your bed, struggling to climb up with her tiny legs. the sight of her dad's arm around your waist brings a pout to her lips, her cheeks puffing out as she whispers a "daddy?" and of course, he's awake (he's been awake for the past 15 minutes). "wanna come up?" he asks her before unwrapping his arms from your body and lifting her onto his broad chest. she immediately crawls over him, kicking his face with her feet in the process, to place herself between you two. her little arms and legs wrap around your torso like a koala, and she looks up at you with a toothy smile. "my turn,” she says, nuzzling her head into you. you hear iwa mumble under his breath (something about waking the team up with kicks to the face).

✫ SUNA always searches for you and the twins in the crowd. his team had just won a game that he's been training especially hard for, and it's the first time in a while that you've seen his dimply smile on his face. he runs up to you and the twins with nothing but joy in his eyes. grabbing ahold of your waist, he presses a kiss to your lips — his teeth clash against yours and he's laughing into the kiss out of sheer happiness, but you don't mind it one bit. your sons pull at your clothes as they try to get your attention. suna catches a glimpse of their raised arms and pulls away from you to lift his boys into his own arms, one on each side of his body. they're cheering for their dad, clapping and yelling, “you did it!" suna's never been an affectionate guy, opting to show his love in more subtle ways, but he feels the urge to pull you and the boys in for a tight hug (one where you can feel the rapid beating in his chest). he kisses the top of your head before pressing one on each of the twins' cheeks. "let's go celebrate, yeah?" suna grins. he’d do anything to hold you three like that again after each win — his prized possessions in his arms.

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Twenty-Two

📎: Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

📎: Timeskip, fluff, 628 words

📎: warnings; none

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haikyuu characters reacting to you being pregnant pt1

Sugawara Koshi

Lately you have been feeling sick, therefore after your husband left for work you went to a pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test.

It was positive.

You will need to tell Suga but over the phone wasn’t an option and you weren’t sure you could wait until the afternoon.

So you decided to pay him a visit during lunch break.

“Hey what are you doing here?”

“Koshi, we need to talk”

He nodded and closed the door to have privacy. He was starting to get worry since you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your fingers.

“I think I might be pregnant”

Suga started to freak out. You never have really talked about it. Yeah, sure he wanted kids and he was great with them, but what about you? were you okay with it?

“are you sure?” you showed him the two pregnancy test. He rubbed his fingers through his hair and loose a little his tie.

You approached to him and held his hand to calm him down “Suga, if you are not ready there’s no need to take the responsibility… i will be-”

He shut you down with a kiss.

“Never think again that i will leave you. I love you and I already love our child. Sorry for freak out, but i assure that i will always be with you” he wiped a single tear that was running down your face before hugging you tight. Between his arms you finally could feel the pressure in your chest leaving “Can i tell Daichi and Asahi about it?”

“Maybe we should wait until after the doctor appointment”

“Yeah, you’re right”

The bell rang indicating the classes will resume, so you say goodbye to him and gave him a peck in the lips before you lip. You will sort out all the details later.

#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara koushi #sugawara headcanon #sugawara x reader #sugawara fluff #haikyuu imagines #sugawara imagine #sugawara koushi fluff

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studying with the haikyuu characters pt1

Kuroo Tetsuro

You would definitely ask for his help in chemistry.

I mean everyone knows he is a chemistry nerd.

Both are in his bedroom and he will probably put The periodic table song on repeat.

“C’mon Tetsu, are you serious?”

“It will work as a subliminal audio, at the end you would have learn it”.

In class you are seeing organic molecules and of course he was tiny models to help you understand.

“Yes, so if you add ammonia to an acid molecule you will have a primary amide”

“I swear i’m really trying but there’s no way that I can remember all this reactions”

Kuroo was being really patience with you and he would take all the time in the world until you finally understand before changing to the next topic.

“Oh, yeah, i got it!” you shout when you finally could decipher the reaction.

“Yeah you did” he said proud of you while giving you one of his smirk.

“I can see why sometimes you love chemistry more than me”

“Are you sure that only sometimes?” he said mocking you and you hit softly his arm “Just kidding, I love you more”

You did a couple more reactions, but when the sun started to go down it meant that it was time to go home.

Of course Kuroo offered to walk you home (it wasn’t a big trouble since you live a few houses away).

“Do you mind if tomorrow we can continue with the lessons?”

“I don’t, but will have to be after volleyball practice” you love watching your boyfriend play so no big trouble.

“Okay, i’ll watch it and then we will come home”.

“Sounds good”

#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo hcs #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro fluff #hq kuroo #kuroo x you #kuroo imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader

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Aro culture is daydreaming about a romantic relationship with someone then when they ask you out, you’re like “ew no”

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i am going to start doing this with haikyuu or tok rev characters

#100 Dialogue Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon... (Okay maybe not all of them)

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Shout out to fanfic writers that don’t get put on rec lists.

Shout out to fanfic writers who write short fanfics.

Shout out to fanfic writers who don’t write often.

Your fics are just as much a labor of love.

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insecurities and the haikyuu characters

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu always have had a lot of fans. Since his very early days as a volleyball player and that hasn’t change now that he plays pro, otherwise probably now has increased.

You are pretty used to them every time you go out or during the games. No big trouble.

But there are some days when you feel a little off and you are not that comfortable and some ideas just get in your head.

Today was one of those days.

Miya Atsumu had invited to you to a gala that the MSBY were doing to celebrate their anniversary. All the players were going to be, plus some media and some fans.

You were trying to get ready but not one even one of your dresses seem appropriate. Too long, too short, doesn’t fit you well, etc. The frustration was starting to go up as well as the anxiety because there were only 30 minutes left and you haven’t even donde your makeup.

Would it be too late to ask Atsumu to invite Osamu instead of you?

You gave one more look to your closet trying to find something. You sighed. The red dress would have to do.

Now your makeup. Simple stuff. Gold shades are always reliable with some gloss. You tried to do your eyeliner and for god sake this time was even in both eyes. Luckily because you would have probably gave up if you had to do all over again.

As you didn’t have enough energy to do your hair, you just put some curl cream and tried to make it look more defined.

When you finished you looked yourself in the mirror. You didn’t fell your best, but there wasn’t time. Anyways everyone will be looking at Atsumu and not you.

“Hey, babe you’re ready?” the boy asked knocking softly two times at your door.

You went to open the door and you were definitely right, everyone was going to be looking at him. Should be a require to Atsumu to wear a tux everyday, because he was astonishing.

“Wow”

“Yeah, wow” he agreed, taking your hand and making you twirl “Perfect”.

“Haven’t you look yourself? Miya Atsumu I swear that every day you are more handsome” he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to kiss you. Repeatedly. Until you made him stop “We will be late”.

The setter groaned, but waited for you to grab your purse before both going downstairs and getting in his car.

The place was a few 20 minutes away from your house. You were nervous, despite Atsumu’s reaction your insecurities were still troubling your head.

He parked the car and helped you getting out of the car. Soon, someone of the production guided you to a red carpet where you had to pose for some pictures for the press.

When it was your turn, both walked together holding hands and smiled to the cameras. Then you left him to pose alone for some pictures, he was the pro volleyball player. You always have love how incredibly comfortable he was with the attention.

There were also a lot of screaming since it was an outside space so many fans have arrived to get a chance to see them. As usual a lot of them where screaming for Atsumu and he took some time to go and autograph some stuff.

“Sorry for taking so long” he said once he approached to you to go together into the salon where the party was going.

“No need to apologize for being an amazing person”

“Tsum-Tsum! y/n!” screamed Bokuto once he saw you. He was with some of the other players so you took the chance to say hi to everyone.

You chatted with them, but as this was also an event for the fans soon were interrupted by some of them trying to take photos or just have a conversation with the players. As this was happened you decided to take a step back and watch from a distance.

All of the fans looked gorgeous in beautiful dresses, makeups and hairstyles. More perfect than you. Some of them being a little handsy. And they were making Atsumu laugh a lot, probably having a better time with them than with you.

No.

You needed to stop that train of thoughts. He had never done more than praise you whenever he had a chance. You were just having a bad self-esteem day.

With everything you were feeling a little out of breath, therefore you walked away and tried to find the restroom. You got into a corridor and started to open the doors, but most of them were empty rooms, until you got to one stretch room ocuppied by an outside hitter.

“Omi? What are you doing here?” he was almost seated in the floor using his phone.

“A lot of people out there, not really comfortable with all the possible germs. And you?”

“Looking for the restroom” you said but he inferred that something was wrong when you seated in front of them.

“Something troubling you? Wanna talk?”

“… some insecurities… today i wasn’t feeling pretty… and there are a lot of fans around Tsumu, so everything just… i don’t know… I trust him, but its me who is not feeling well”

“For what it’s worth i think you look amazing tonight”

“Thank you Omi”

Not even five seconds later the door opened and entered Atsumu. He say hi to Kiyoomi as this got up and wave off you, he would try to share a little with some fans and give you a moment.

The blonde guy sat right beside you and put one of his arms over your shoulders to pull you closer to him. Then he laid a kiss in your hair while doing circles in your hair.

“What are you doing here Tsumu?”

“I saw you leave, but it took me sometime to finish a conversation with a fan”

“Babe, you should get back to them”

“Mm… i don’t know, i don’t feel so well”

You knew that it wasn’t true and that he was just saying it because you weren’t feeling good.

“But his is your team event, you can’t leave”

“I already did presence, the press has enough photos and the fans will keep being entertained by Hinata and Bokkun”

“You don’t have to do this for me. It’s just insecurities that will pass tomorrow, don’t wanna ruin your day”

“You don’t, being with you at our home, wearing something comfortable and just cuddle all night it’s way better that this, so c’mon let’s go” he said getting up and offering his hand to help you.

When you were standing he wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head in his chest “You know i love you, right?”

“Yeah, i know, and i love you more”

#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #atsumu fluff #atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu imagine

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hii, is it possible to request boyfriend texts with kageyama or bokuto? 👉🏻👈🏻

tysm in advance, also have a really good day!!

BOYFRIEND TEXTS WITH KAGEYAMA TOBIO!!!

genre: comfort and crack

authors note: ahhh i was hoping someone would request kageyama eventually hahah, i really hope you like these!! also this is obviously supposed to be high school kageyama

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