#hq toru oikawa

[clawsdevour]

｡. ˚oikawa husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, goofy silly husband oikawa, not proofread

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-Oikawa, the type of husband to love to just hold your hand. Everytime he does though, he always looks at it to admire the ring he picked out for you the moment he knew you were the one. He can't help but smile and kiss the small gem while admiring the luck.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to absolutely love laughing with you. It's not that he likes laughing but more of hearing you laugh with him. He enjoys silly little moments where you get to laugh off a small mistake or just simple tickle fights.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to plan little "slumber parties" with you. He'd go out his way to buy little pouches of face masks and cut up little cucumbers for your eyes. While you're at it, Oikawa would also enjoy baking cookies to eat while you both binge-watch your current favorite shows. He loves doing little fun activities like these because you both get a chance to unwind and relax together.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to probably gossip with you about his volleyball team and old friends like how he met Hinata in Brazil. He loves telling you about his volleyball career as well since it's a big part of who he is and he appreciates how you love every version of him.. especially when you're real invested in the short volleyball gossip sessions.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to love ruining your cute couple selfies by making the goofiest faces mid pic until you get serious. Don't get me wrong, he enjoys taking selfies. But what he enjoys most is the memory behind the photos.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to give you his all. Every small effort he puts into you for instance, making you a simple breakfast. He puts every little thought into every action. Do you like bacon? He'd sizzle a fresh batch for you. Do you like your eggs whole or scrambled with salt and pepper? If you don't he wouldn't cook it that way. He remembers every little detail without you even realizing it.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to give you the best shoulder massages when you're having one of those days. He'd immediately notice your slight shift in energy and tell you to sit down in front of him while his fingers work that setter magic, relieving all the pent up stress and freeing up your tensed muscles while he reassures you with his comforting words.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to love going out on dates with you. He enjoys planning them, calling restaurants, booking flights, and overall going above and beyond for a good time with the one he loves the most. He truly loves to spoil you. He'd enjoy taking you out to foreign countries where you both can bask in the ambiance of new land where it's just you two.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to be a complete fatass for the food you cook. Doesn't matter if you're a bad or a good chef, he genuinely likes that you enjoy cooking for him. Every meal he eats, he can feel the love that you cooked it with every bite that just gets better. He's stuffing his cheeks full like a hamster to the point where he'd accidentally end up choking for water.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to definitely send you reels while he's out for work. He'd for sure be watching them and laugh when reading the comment section to the point where he has to send you the reels and sends screenshots of the comments he found the funniest. Oikawa would quite literally laugh in your dms saying stuff like "LOL HINATA DID THIS ONCE"

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[megumismyhusband]

hello!!! Can i have an order of croissants with a blueberry Frappuccino (oikawa toru from hq) and a side of focaccia??? Thank you!!! make sure to take your time w these req and have fun! And dont forget to drink some water <3

i love him but holy hell he’s hard to write i hope this is decent

here’s your order! a warm croissant, some focaccia on the side, and a blueberry frappuchino to complete the meal. hope you love it ♡

♡ you and oikawa were always at each other’s throats, whether it was over some small, dumb competition or just trying to outdo each other in everything. he would always tease you about how serious you were, and you’d roll your eyes and snap back, calling him “shittykawa” whenever he did something ridiculously dumb. it was basically second nature.

♡ every conversation felt like a battle — who could come up with the better comeback, who could make the other laugh first, who could get under the other’s skin more. you’d argue over stupid things like who was better at volleyball (he’d always win, obviously, but you’d never let him hear the end of it) or who had the better hair.

♡ somehow, after all the fighting, you started to notice how he’d always try to be around you, always making sure to make you laugh even when you were mad at him. it annoyed you more than anything. how could someone this insufferable actually be so sweet underneath?

♡ eventually, you two stopped arguing as much, but he was still smug, always throwing in little playful jabs. but now, there was this softness in his eyes when he looked at you, like he didn’t want to admit that maybe you were actually… not so bad?

♡ oikawa would never make it simple, of course. after months of teasing and bickering, he’d suddenly pull you aside one day, all serious for once (well, as serious as he could be). he’d flash that cocky grin of his, leaning in a little too close, and ask, “so, how about we stop pretending we don’t like each other, yeah? wanna go out with me?” you’d stare at him for a moment, trying not to roll your eyes, and he’d just smirk, knowing full well how much he had you wrapped around his finger already.

♡ once you started dating, the teasing didn’t stop, but now, it was more like him trying to be cute. you’d be mid-argument, and he’d suddenly throw his arm around your shoulder, smirking like he won. you’d try to act annoyed, but you’d end up melting a little at how he was still so oikawa, cocky and charming but in a way that made your heart flutter.

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[f0ofishies]

FL*SHING THEM AFTER AN ARGUEMENT

tsukishima kei, ushijima wakatoshi, oikawa tōru

Tsukishima Kei, your beloved fiance. You loved the man to death, you swear.. it's just that he's always been like this. All of the damn time. There was one time when you argued over dinner because someone didn't want to eat Italian. Seriously? How'd you even date this guy and later on accept a ring from him.

Just kidding, he has his cute moments. The man had prioritized you a lot during his college days. He must've fallen hard for you, huh? When he did get on one knee, you thought it was a prank. Nonetheless, you said yes— already being engaged for 4 months, too!

Back on topic, he's always been a cranky mother fucker and even more when he lose that volleyball match. You looked at him— in astonishment. This man had the audacity to even be too confident in a little fun of chess?

You couldn't even believe the audacity of him. He'd been laughing at your move on your black horse.. "Gee, just get one with it, babe..!" Another ridiculing sentence from him could've sparked a fire inside you. "Hah? Seriously, why'd you even do this rematch— when you clearly don't know chess."

Your eye must've twitched at that, you love him, and you swear to that on your life. But, seriously, he's getting on your last nerve. As he quickly moved his queen, grabbing your knight in the process. You moved another piece as he smiled. "Thank god, we don't do rematches in volleyball."

Your joke immediately made his smirk turn sour. As you chuckled to your own statement, your eyes glanced up to his. He immediately gave a disgusted face at you. "What, Tsuki?—" You tease, almost pinching his face as he has moved away from your hand.

"What is your problem..?" Now that made you raise an eyebrow. "My problem—?" He can't be serious right now. And that's how he ended up giving you the silent treatment, ending the chess match when it just started. You were utterly confused... even bewildered by his actions

Knowing your fiance won't crumble to a piece of you, you just quickly called out. "Kei?" He didn't even look at you.. oh, so that's how he was going to play. "Tsuki?" No budge, huh? The man had some nerves for ignoring his future wife. "Tsukishima Kei." Last call, he finally whipped his head to you.

Rolling your shirt up— his golden brown eyes dilated at the sight of your perky, wait, wait, this was cheating. "That's right, doofus.. I know you can't ignore them." You could totally hear the clogs in his brain working. Even bouncing them a bit— He quickly pulled your shirt down. "Hey—! what was that for??"

"You're in one hell of a ride, do that shit again. I dare you, baby."

How much aura did you gain after marrying the Ushijima Wakatoshi? You, the lovely wife, as ever.. had always been the cheeky one in the marriage. During one of his games, you'd literally chant his name out so loud. Maybe the whole stadium could hear you.

He'd be there happily, holding the ring chained around his neck. Giving you a small smile— You couldn't help but beam as you show off your ring finger too! Now that was months ago, your husband came home in a sour face after meeting his parents.

"Baby, how were your parents?" You asked him, quickly smiling as you cooked your signature curry. "Fine like usual." His deep voice caught you off guard as you felt a hand crept behind you. "Oh, so what did they—" "Can we not." You tilted your head.. "Sure.. okay." You compiled because who were you to say anything about that?

You looked at him as he ate, he felt your stare. "Yes, love?" The way your hand had been tapping on to counter.. like crazy. Lost in thought, you look up at him. "Toshi.. you know you can tell me anything?" Of course he knew that so he raised an eyebrow. "I know."

You were itching to know why he's so persistent on not telling you why.. he would usually just tell you at this point. But he seriously didn't want to talk about it, so he dismissed your concerns once again. "But babe.." You whined.. something in him just snapped.

"No, can you stop trying?" You huffed at his tone of language.. it was kind of your fault for being this nosy. So now here you were having a full blow argument. Were you petty? Definitely, a hundred percent. So when your husband had genuinely left you in the kitchen. You huffed—

Clearly, he needed a lot of space, huh? Shutting the bedroom door very tight— you wanted to go sleep there, but how? He had locked it from the inside. "Toshi..?" You called out. No answer. "Ushijima Wakatoshi!" You yelled out and finally the familiar 'click!' You finally let out a sigh and practically go in fast.

He's still on the bed, clearly trying to sleep. "Toshi..~" Your sweet velvety voice intoxicating him then sliding onto the bed— even straddling onto him. Still, the man laid bare, not even checking you out. You intentionally grind, trying to find the best friction. His hands finally with all of its glory wrapped around your hips.

"Look up." Your command might've sent a shudder on your poor husband. The blood pumping down to his familiar friend down there— oh how a vixen you were.. Seriously, he saw the way you held your shirt up. Those breasts out in the air just for him. "Mmm? Want it bad?"

"I swear, wife— you're always all talk and no action.."

That Argentinan volleyball player was taken by you! Who knew he had the hots for you. Tōru Oikawa, he had recently left Japan for Argentina.. then he met you. Somehow, you two clicked. Clearly, you only thought he was just getting into your pants but nope!

The infamous girlfriend of the volleyball player never really visited his games. Probably because your work always consumed your time. Tōru was beyond okay with that— of course he was. But after such a long tiring game, all he wanted to do was a date night with you. Sadly, you were still out at work.. in overtime. How could you not remember it at all? When you came home, his first response was immediate silence. Seriously nothing!!

"Tōru?" You called out in the shared apartment, finally slipping off your shoes. Stretching your arms wide as no response. "...Babe?" You called out once more. Absolutely nothing— you panicked, of course. Already running around to find him.That's when you spotted your sulky boyfriend, buried deep into the bed among all the plushies you have.

"Shit, babe.. did something happen at practice?" You asked him as he finally noticed your presence. An immediate huffed was heard, thanks to him. "Babe..? Baby..!!" You whined the petname, trying to uncover the blankets.

There he was, your lovely boyfriend. Tōru glared at you, those dark brown hues of his. "What's made you so sour..?" You asked him once more, trying to coerce him out of his moodiness. "I wonder why." He interrupted you, that made you raise an eyebrow. "Babe..."

You were utterly clueless, even when he avoided your touches. It suddenly clicked to you, a promise to him on for a date. You internally groan at that, "Shit, Tōru you know I didn't mean to forget.." Your hand itching to grasp his— yet he pulled away once again. "You always forget about me.." He whined into your shared pillows. "No I don't.. baby.. I'll make it up to you!!" You try to reason with him.

That's what got him to lash out at you. You did kind of deserve it— so here you are on the bed trying to get a sulky Tōru out of your shared bedroom once more. An idea popped into your head! "Tōru.. I have something to show you.." You found the man finally walk out of the bedroom. His disheveled appearance still looked way too good for your own eyes.

Your fingers found their way to your blouse— giving him a sweet smile. Only halfway through, you were damn thankful for picking a good bra for today. "Baby, I'm really sorry.." You whispered. And finally— your breasts were in full view of his sight. Nothing could have prepared you for the feral Tōru ravishing you!

The man was full on groping your breasts, even fiddling with those buds.. was he really that turned on? You couldn't believe you've let him play with you like this. On the tips of your heels— you needed more friction down there, too. So you whined at him, how your cunt needed his fingers too! And that's what he did, dipped them into your soaked panties.

"Fffuck— that's not fair, babe.. yknow your boobs and pussy are my weakness..!"

[satoruxx]

you fiddle with your nails as you walk home at tooru's side, the sounds of mattsun, makki, and iwa bickering further up ahead cutting through the empty streets. you’re uncharacteristically nervous, because god knows you’ve never done something like this before—but you steel yourself because it’s worth it for him.

your feelings for oikawa tooru are all consuming—strong and deep and intense. they’ve been brewing for well over two years now, nourished by the increased amount of time you’ve spent with him. they overwhelm you, washing over your being with an intensity you’ve never felt before, and they drive you to stick by his side for as long as you can—desperate and aching for the boy who puts the stars in your sky.

you know that timing is important because tooru is nothing if not driven—singularly focused on the sport that gives him the air he needs to breathe. so you wait until well after his match with karasuno, giving your all to support him and the rest of the team because volleyball has become important to you after spending so much time with them. you give it time, wait until after the team has taken the time to lament over their missed chance, and after all the third years are ready to move on to the next phase of their lives, before you finally decide to spill your guts to him.

tooru stares ahead as he’s walking, pensive and unsmiling, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. his eyes are bright, a contrast to his expression, and there’s a resolute glint in his irises that has you feeling oddly shaken. when you reach his house, the rest of the group waves back at him before continuing on, and you realize this is your chance.

so, dangerously, you put your heart on the line.

you tell him everything you've ever thought about him—how you admire his drive and his passion, how you have looked up to him for years and years. how you have never felt so deeply for someone before knowing him. it comes out in a rushed ramble of words, all those nights of practicing in the mirror doing nothing for you in the actual moment. you stumble a few times, your face getting warmer with every word, and yet as each sentence falls forth you feel a weight lift from your shoulders—the flesh of your lungs clatter against your ribs, anxious and eager.

tooru inhales, gaze darting between your eyes and then flitting downwards. even in the dark of the night, you can see the pinkish hue crawling up his neck, can see the way he fidgets with his own fingers. he stares at you, lips parted as a wide array of emotions flit over his handsome features—they finally settle into a strange combination of apologetic and resigned.

and then he tells you no.

he tells you that volleyball will always take precedence, that he has already mapped out his future, which is too far away from you. he tells you about argentina and how his mind is made up. he tells you that he's flattered, that he's glad you're friends but that's all he can do right now.

“i'm sorry,” he says with a grimace. he studiously avoids looking at you, but you can't stop staring at him—your stomach sinks as he turns to head inside.

it takes you months to muster up the courage to tell him. it takes him two minutes to say no to you.

the rejection stings in a way that is unfamiliar, and you take a shaky breath as you walk down the street to catch up with the others.

the humiliation makes itself known in the form of a painful lump in your throat—unmoving and heavy. when you glance up you see that the third years have hung back, waiting for you. makki is wearing a knowing grin, but it falters when he sees your expression. mattsun, ever observant, seems to immediately understand, and he wordlessly slings an arm over your shoulder.

all you can do is awkwardly chuckle, knowing that it sounds weak and throaty as you shake your head. “i feel stupid,” you admit, voice wobbling as heat burns through your skin—unpleasant and unwelcome.

“you're not stupid,” makki mutters, hands shoved deep in his pockets as his lips slant regretfully. you stare at the ground, nodding slowly under the weight of mattsun's arm. your lungs ache, and you know that if you open your mouth, you will lose it entirely. so all you can manage to do is look up at iwa with glassy eyes and trembling lips and a rueful smile that probably makes you look as pathetic as you feel.

you don't notice the way his fists are clenched at his sides, nails digging indents into his palms. he grits his teeth, gaze flitting to oikawa's house in the background, but he doesn't say anything.

none of them speak as they walk you home, and you try your best to keep the sniffles to a minimum, too embarrassed to look at them.

you've never felt pain like this before, and it's hard to get over it because everything reminds you of tooru. it's like someone has taken a knife and carved into your ribcage, grasping your heart before taking it out crushing it between bloodied fingers. but even despite the gaping hole in your chest you know that there are expectations to be met, things to be done.

that's the strange thing about your silly unrequited love—it hurts and hurts and hurts some more until it stops one day before you can realize it. even though your chest is still bleeding you go on with life—you go to university, you get a job, you pay bills. you get up in the morning and brush your hair and drink water and tie your shoes until the wound closes itself up. you start smiling a little wider and laughing a little freer until oikawa tooru is nothing more than an old name.

and of course there are instances where you are reminded of him and what could've been, whether it's seeing milk bread in a supermarket or passing by children hitting a volleyball over a net out in the sun. you know very well that your friends are occasionally still in contact with their old captain, not that this bothers you. after all, mattsun, makki, and iwa were very careful not to bring him up around you, which you're grateful for. so even hearing the name in passing becomes easier.

it is difficult until it isn't anymore.

you've all but forgotten him now, after years and years and years—nothing more than a distant memory.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread pooling in your stomach when you walk into the restaurant on makki's birthday and see oikawa tooru sitting at the bar, drink in hand. his eyes are alight as he laughs at whatever conversation he's joined, dark hair falling into his eyes messily.

one step forward, ten steps back.

for a second you can't help but stare, breath stolen from your lungs because it feels like the knife is back and twisting itself into your flesh all over again. there is a panic rising in your throat, suffocating and overwhelming and jarring.

tooru lifts his glass to his lips, hiding his grin as his gaze lazily travels over the expanse of the room.

another surge of panic. the familiar sting of humiliation.

he pauses as he's about to take a sip, brown eyes widening when they land on you, and you see the sharp inhale he takes. his stare doesn't waver, too consumed by shock to look away.

and yet that's all you can do—tear your eyes away because you're different now and it's long gone and you know there is no point in going down that rabbit hole again.

it was a lifetime ago—it's done now.

but you will never know how long tooru thought of you after that night back in high school. you will never know that he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the way your face fell at his rejection. you will never know that he bit his tongue so hard it bled as he watched you walk away from him. you will never know that he spent countless nights in argentina wondering what you were up to and how you were. you will never know that sacrificing you for his beloved sport was the hardest thing he's ever done.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread tooru feels when he sees the way your eyes light up as you find your way over to iwa's side.

@teddybeartoji this is for you mickey ily hehehehehe

[alpali]

pt 2 of oikawa being a dork in love

After your small declaration of a truce. Oikawa acts like he’s won nationals.

You’re still mean to him. Which confuses him to no end but you enjoy it. You’re not hateful like before it’s just teasing.

“So does this mean I can finally take you on a date?”

“Absolutely not.”

“But why!”

It’s routine that you guys eat lunch together at the same spot you made up.

“Ooo your food looks good lemme try it.”

Swat!

“Hey!” He clutches his hand with a pout and you purse your lips.

“Don’t touch.”

“I need this hand to play you know!”

“I barely even touched you.”

“Kiss it.” He grins.

“Ew no!”

He’s wounded.

Oikawa helps you out with your studies that you’re struggling with. Often hosting study dates, as he loves to call them.

“I’m tired.” You groan out, sprawling your arms across the table, your cheek squished against the table.

Oikawa smiles, moving a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“We can take a little break.” He doesn’t miss the way your cheeks redden.

His routine still hasn’t changed. He still visits you before class but now he always brings your favorite drink with him.

“Here ya go pretty girl.” He places the can on your desk, ruffling your hair.

“My hair!” You narrow your eyes.

“Sh, it’s okay you’re still beautiful, look.”

He has a habit of taking pictures of you. Not in a creepy way, they’re mostly off guard so he can get back at you with your teasing. But also just because you really are beautiful. He knows he’s made it when he finds photos that you took of yourself and even of him when he’s left his phone unattended. Sending them to you and saying.

“You got my bad side :,(. Do better next time.” 

It takes him awhile to convince you to actually come to his games.

“Come on please! Prelims are coming up. I need you there.”

“I don’t think I could enjoy it with all your girls there.”

“Is someone jealous~”

“Oh please. As if all your attention isn’t focused on me anyways.”

“That’s my girl.” A dumb smirk lacing his features.

However he isn’t aware when you actually do decide to show up. Iwaizumi is actually the first to notice and honestly he’s not really excited for the Oikawa he’s about to put up with. Yet he tells him nevertheless.

With a nudge Iwaizumi is gesturing to the stands and Oikawa looks up, his water bottle gripped in his hand. You sit there and the both of you lock eyes. He visibly lights up and blinks, not believing his eyes. You honestly weren’t expecting to have that much of an impact on him but you can tell just how much it really does mean to him.

“She came!” Oikawa gushes, smiling up at you as you send him a small smile.

Iwaizumi is a little surprised at just how much Oikawa adores you. Guess he lost that bet with Shigeru. He’s attacking more during this game which confuses his teammates a little but they take the set and secure the win with ease. Once he finds you in the hallway, he’s jogging up to you.

“You actually came.” He says out of amusement.

“Just thought I’d check it out.”

“So how was it, seeing me in my natural habitat.”

“Pretty impressive, sadly.”

“Hey! All of those points were for you!” He sulks and you giggle.

Oikawa flushes, a genuine smile on his face. Out of pure adrenaline and love he has for you he kisses your head, pulling you straight into his sturdy chest.

“Thank you. Really.” He whispers, holding you a little tighter. You flush in his arms, gripping the ends of his jersey.

After that, he’s more persistent than before. He starts asking to hangout whenever he has any kind of free time. He just wants to be in your presence.

He’s over the moon when you agree to play volleyball with him. He’s teaching you how to set and when your form is wonky. He comes up behind you, placing his hands over yours he adjusts them.

“Then you just wanna let the ball touch your hands.”

When you actually get a decent set in, he cheers.

“I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”

“Be quiet.”

“Never! My perfect little setter.”

After a couple months you finally agree to let him take you on a date and he’s spoiling the hell out of you. He insists the two of you get matching keychains.

When he’s walking you home he’s so corny it makes you wanna laugh. The way he subtly tries to grab your hand. He opts to holding your pinkie instead. However this act has him STRESSING. You reach your doorstep and it’s obvious he doesn’t want you to go.

“Thanks for tonight…Toru.”

He’s deceased.

“T-Toru?!”

“Don’t make it weird!” You both are flustered now.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You mutter but right before he steps away you plant a kiss on his cheek.

Hitting the nail on his coffin.

In a flash you’re gone, in the comfort of your house as he stands there recollecting what the hell just happened. His fingers slowly gracing his cheek as his whole world was just altered. He fist bumps the air, even skipping as he makes his way home.

“So are we gonna talk about yesterday?”

“no.”

“Will I be receiving more of those?”

“Depends, will you ask me out?”

“I think I’m gonna cry.”

“Never mind.”

“No wait! Come back!”

[noosayog]

baby fever ft. oikawa toru

wc: 300

iwaizumi | ushijima | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama

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When your daughter first started attending kindergarten, after school pick-up was something that worked for your schedule, and never Toru’s. So the agreement ended up being that he would be in charge of mornings and you, afternoons. 

The first couple of months were rough. At drop-off, she’d wail and cling onto Toru’s leg, begging her daddy not to leave her. When you showed up at the end of the day, she’d immediately abandon her teachers and friends, excited to go home and spend time with you and Toru. When realizing that Toru wouldn’t be home to greet her, she would pout for hours, at least until her father came home.

Today, though, would be a bit different. Finally, Toru was in off-season and he decided to use his free time today to join you in fetching her. 

When you arrive at the kindergarten, your daughter sees you first and runs to you as she always does. It’s only when she rounds the corner that she sees her favorite person, crouched down with open arms waiting. 

It’s instant. 

Her eyes light up and she squeals, no hesitation in jumping into Toru’s arms, stubby arms clinging tightly to his neck. 

She refuses to let go and Toru doesn’t complain about carrying her the entire way home. The afternoon is spent playing, giggling, napping, and eating snacks and she finally crashes from all the excitement.

While Toru tucks her in, you perform your nighttime routine. As you rub night cream into your face, you feel Toru wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your neck, sighing. 

“She knocked out?” 

“Mmph…” he grunts. 

You laugh but continue with your routine when you hear him mumble something else against your skin. 

“Toru, it tickles! And I can’t hear what you’re saying.” 

He raises his face and plops his chin on your shoulder, meeting your gaze through the mirror. 

“I said, we should make another one.” 

“Toru… I thought we agreed that-”

“I know, I know. Wait until I retire so I have more time to help.” 

You nod in response because you two have talked about this already. Multiple times.  

“Ok, hear me out, though” 

“... Okay…” you say warily. 

He takes a deep breath. 

“Please please please please please-” 

You smack his face away, but laugh all the same when he picks you up to retire for the night together. 

[dearru]

i miss you, come here ! | t.oikawa

-> pairing: ts!oikawa tooru x gn!reader | sfw | cw: headcanons, suggestive content under the cut, reader is in university, long distance, manga spoilers ig, bittersweet ending | mlist 

-> rq: boyfriend headcanons with oikawa tooru

boyfriend!oikawa who started dating you in high school. you were heartbroken when he told you he was going abroad post-graduation, but he assured you that long distance would work.

boyfriend!oikawa who has never failed to text you “good morning” and “goodnight” despite the time difference between you guys. the messages are also always accompanied by a selfie of him. he says it’s to prevent you from “ forgetting about his pretty face,”  but that’s nearly impossible to do considering images of him are plastered on every magazine you read and news channel you turn on. it’s nice to have pictures of him that are solely for you, though. 

boyfriend!oikawa who brags to everyone he meets in argentina about how lucky he is to have you as his partner. his teammates feel like they’re the ones dating you from how often he rambles about how much he loves you. he could drone on for hours about how smart you are for going to university, or how cute you are when you scrunch your nose at him. he’s obsessed with you and makes it everybody else’s problem. 

boyfriend!oikawa who gets offended when his PR team suggests marketing him as an available bachelor to increase his popularity. he reassures you that he’d never sacrifice the integrity of your guys’ relationship to get a little ahead in his career. he express-ships a big bouquet of flowers to your door as a way to apologize even though he did nothing wrong. (he calls it “proactive damage control”) 

boyfriend!oikawa who unfollows everybody except for you on his social media accounts to prove his devotion. this causes quite a stir and results in your classmates staring at you when you walk into your lectures. you’re known around campus as “oikawa tooru’s significant other,” but you and him agree that there are worse things to be known as. 

boyfriend!oikawa who notices how stressed you get from being a university student, so he surprises you with a round-trip business class ticket to argentina. he squeezes you so tight when he sees you for the first time that you think you may suffocate. as he holds you, you can feel the wetness of his tears against the back of your shirt, but you decide not to tease him about it. you missed him too.

boyfriend!oikawa who’s excited to show you the life he’s built for himself. he shows you his favorite beaches, introduces you to his teammates (who you apologize to in broken spanish about how annoying your boyfriend is), and takes you to the best restaurants in town. when you two go out for food, he orders for you in perfect spanish, and the dishes he recommends for you to try are always better than what you would’ve ordered for yourself. it reminds you how well he knows you.

boyfriend!oikawa who’s shocked when you admit one night during dinner that you’re afraid that he doesn’t need you anymore because of how well he’s assimilated to argentina without you. he takes your hand and fervently reassures you that despite moving here, you’ll always be his home.

boyfriend!oikawa who won’t let go of your hand the entire time you’re walking on the beach afterward. “people are staring, tooru.” “let them stare.”

boyfriend!oikawa who takes you to the airport when you eventually have to leave. he impulsively buys a ticket for the flight solely to wait with you at your gate for as long as possible. when it’s finally time to board, he watches with teary eyes as you walk away. it takes all his willpower not to get on the plane with you.

boyfriend!oikawa who loves you more than life itself and is counting the days until he can be with you again. 

extras ! (cw: suggestive :3)

boyfriend!oikawa who’s loved kissing you since the beginning of your relationship, but now that you’re long distance, there’s a little more desperation in his touch. during nights spent together, he makes a habit of littering you with kisses. his lips start at the top of your head, make their way down to your stomach, and if he’s feeling lucky he goes a little further.

boyfriend!oikawa who unwinds after practice by hand-feeding you food. it’s cute at first, but sometimes it goes overboard and makes you wonder what his true motivations are.  “try this one. this one too!” “tooru, you’re gonna make me choke” “im just getting you prepped!” “FOR WHAT.” 

boyfriend!oikawa who almost convinces you to extend your trip simply by how well he knows how to make you tick. when you kiss for the last time, his hand snakes down your waist and pulls you closer in a way that leaves you breathless. he laughs at your blissed-out expression and tells you, “you’ll have to visit your lonely boyfriend again to get another one of those.”  you roll your eyes and whisper in his ear to inquire about other things you’ll get when you visit him again, and he goes red in the face.

—a/n: me making oikawa content on this blog is the equivalent of walking into your kitchen and seeing a fish cooking pasta.

[megapteraurelia]

“please,” oikawa tooru whispered, so soft that if the air around you had not been as silent as a graveyard, you would have missed it. but it was silent, and his breath felt warm against your cheek when he spoke. 

you stood close to him, his body radiating warmth, and it licked at your fingertips, working its way up to the core of your very being.

“please what?”

you didn’t understand what tooru was begging you for, and you could barely think when his nose touched yours, his hair fell into your eyes, and his clothes almost engulfed your form. his hands had cupped your face, a finger of his rubbing your lower lip.

he cast down his eyes, “allow me to kiss you.”

his nose was pink, so were his cheeks, and he did not dare look up to meet your gaze, but that was desperately what you wanted. you wanted to see the usual playful look in his almond eyes disintegrate into want, into despair, into need. 

“tooru,” you said his name on purpose, let it roll off your tongue sensually, and watched his eyes flutter close. breath caressing his skin, your voice a tease, “no.”

“ahh,” he whined, but didn’t move away, still so unbearably close, “so incredibly mean. please let me.”

“mhmmm, say please again.”

tooru’s fingers dug into your flesh, conveying his desire through the nerves of his fingertips over to the flesh of your jaw, “please.”

“again.”

his forehead sank against yours, tip of his nose warm against yours, lips so close yet seemingly a large distance away; his breath dancing over your mouth, heated, wanton. once again, he spoke, his voice tinged in warmth, a pathetic furrow of his brows. “you really like hearing me beg, hm? please.”

you bridged over the millimeters of space, meeting oikawa tooru halfway; the soft pillow of his lips, the gasp of relief, the press of his mouth on yours and yours on his, a love letter spelled out with every move of his tongue, with every miniscule sound that travelled up his chest.

he kissed you like he could never get enough of you, like he would starve without the taste of you, and you kissed him like he was the only lifeline in this vast ocean.

[fushiguruuzzzz]

req by @lizbix for 700 event

OIKAWA who is “just a friend”

OIKAWA who dedicates every serve (even the ones he misses) to you with a wink and a cocky grin, throwing in a “just because you’re special to me,” on occasion, but it’s all strictly platonic. yep.

OIKAWA who tosses his volleyball jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold, and just before you can see the gentle fondness in his eyes, he brushes it off with a “just displaying my kindness. thank me with a kiss later, mhm?”

OIKAWA who only smiles when you hit him in return, but really just wishes you’d take him seriously.

OIKAWA who is always staring at you when his fangirls try to get his attention — he doesn’t even realize it, but they sure do.

OIKAWA who sniggers to himself every time he’s asked if you two are a thing, because in his mind, you kind of are. he won’t deny what he believes to be true. if he’s right, he’s right.

OIKAWA who always manages to somehow slip into your house, and you often find him sprawled out in your bed, snoring like he’s in hibernation.

OIKAWA who smirks lazily as you let out a deep sigh and crawl in beside him, wrapping his arms around you and ignoring your excuse of “I’m tired” and “it’s obvious you won’t move anyway.”

OIKAWA who is just a friend, but you’re curled up under the covers with him and sinking into his warm embrace, soft skin brushing over his as his heat seeps into you.

maybe OIKAWA is just a friend, but as he presses his face into the crook of your neck and mumbles something that sounds scarily similar to “I love you,” it doesn’t feel like it. not like you mind.

OIKAWA who denies any hints at his sleepy confession profusely, telling you it must’ve been a dream — a fantasy of yours that you’d gotten caught up in that day. he says he doesn’t blame you, he gets it a lot.

OIKAWA who only admits that he did, in fact, tell you he loved you back then three years later. he figured it was a good time, because now you’re curled up in bed once again, except the covers are not yours. they’re his too; property of the home you’d created not long after graduation.

OIKAWA who stares at the back of your head, stunned, when all you responded with was a smile and an “I know.”

OIKAWA who feels really dumb afterwards, but he figures it’s alright, since he ended up at his planned destination all the same. he’s still mad he lost so much time, though.

I cannot write for oikawa I think. please don’t attack me for this.

gen tags: @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @kashee-h @bubybubsters @lizbix @mayyhaps @adoresia @gumims @cinnamxnangel @aldebrana

[makkir0ll]

thinking about co-star!oikawa who you’re filming a rom com with. it’s fun, flirty, and the two of you have a good dynamic with each other whether that be on set or behind the scenes.

especially behind the scenes because the two of you are in a secret (not so secret) relationship. the whole hair and makeup crew has pretty much picked up on it. the makeup artists who have to re-do your makeup after the two of you are "practicing lines" in each other's trailer. they have to cover up hickey on your neck when you claim it's just a burn from the curling iron the hairstylist used. your hair in an up-do for this specific scene you're filming.

but what get's everyone caught up on your not so secret relationship is when the two of you have to film the steamy makeout scene in the movie that occurs when the two characters finally kiss each other. oikawa keeps "messing up" the kiss. going in for the kiss too early or too late, not making it perfect. so this leads to you having to re-do the scene fifteen times, and in between each time you're getting your makeup retouched up and you see him smirking and winking at you from across the room.

(during press tour, he's asked what his favorite scene to film was and he says the kiss. this stirs the pot for sure and the two of you are now trending on twitter with tweets such as - "oikawa tooru and l/n f/n dating confirmed? watch this clip")

[nizhspo]

saltwater secrets.

pairing: tooru oikawa x fem!reader

genre: highschool au, slow burn

status: complete

summary: you’re just trying to survive spring 2007— working at a beachside diner, dodging water like your life depends on it (because it kind of does), and keeping the whole sudden-mermaid thing a secret. then oikawa tooru starts looking at you like he sees something. and that’s where the trouble really starts.

notes: h2o-inspired, beachy, messy, and soft.

chapters:

chapter one: girl overboard

chapter two: mango slush girl

chapter three: break the seal

chapter four: close calls

chapter five: sun bleached secrets

chapter six: waterlines

chapter seven: final set

chapter eight: soft serve

chapter nine: scent memory

chapter ten: postgame aches

chapter eleven: almost

chapter twelve: red lights & recklessness

chapter thirteen: borrowed quiet

chapter fourteen: low tide

chapter fifteen: back to shore

chapter sixteen: undone

chapter seventeen: coastal confessions

chapter eighteen: sea-glass promises

[lostazuree]

hii!!! I saw your requests were open and omg I'd love for this idea to be written >°<

So- A haikyuu smut, maybe a jealous! Kageyama or a Jealous! Oikawa? Maybe a few others too 🤭

I dont really have any other specifics, id just quite like some smutshots of how they'd fuck whilst being annoyed about something that made them jealous? Thank youuu!!

ᯓ˚✗୨୧— Fucking his jealousy out.ᐟ

✧ Haikyuu Boys x Reader.ᐟ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Fucking you after they get jealous. -Smut, Semi-public sex, penetration, cussing, a slur, NSFW.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: Oikawa Tooru, Kageyama Tobio, Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei!

ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ .ᐟ

Tooru didn't mean to be that jerk, he really didn't. But something about the way you've been focusing a little too much on the corny guy beside you, instead of looking at his practice, is bugging him. You were there for him, right? Then why bother tolerating this guy who's talking your ear off?

You were blissfully distracted from your boyfriend's game, having found another common topic to talk about with this guy, like you've been doing for the past thirty minutes, until a loud THWACK! sound echoes in the gym room, and the guy beside you was now on the floor. You gasp, eyes darting from the guy to Tooru, who stood there with a frown, caring too little to even hide the fact he did this on purpose. Your first instinct was to shout at Tooru, which he took it without complaints, but when you climbed down from the stands to help the guy up, Tooru visibly twitched, brain malfunctioning before he kicked his volleyball away, muttering something to Iwaizumi about continuing the practice without him as he walked over to you and the guy, giving him a hard, judgemental glare, "How 'bout you get lost before I make you?" The poor guy scampered away, legit. Tooru took your hand in his, but the grip felt held with restraint as he led you towards the locker rooms. He gave you a hard frown, which, looked quite adorable compared to his actions as he locked the door and backed you up against a wall, "So, Enjoyed the asshat's ted talk while you were here for me?" He asked, his breath hot against your lips, his narrowed eyes locked with yours. "Tooru, you're being-", "Ridiculous. I know." He clicked his tongue in thinly veiled annoyance, "But you can't call me that after I spent 30 minutes practicing while watching that nerd chew your ears with some goddamn gospel." He included, crashing his lips against yours, his tongue forcing it's way in, which was very unlike the soft, lingering kisses you were used to. He tilted your head up, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispered some godforsaken things, hands trailing down your body as he slid his spare jersey off you, "Not very kind of you.", he taunted in a low, hushed tone, that made your knees weak while he pinched your hardened nipples, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

That was all you remember before you found your legs wrapped around his waist, nails clawing on his shoulders and back pressed against the cold wall while he bit on your neck, leaving precise hickies like an art gallery, as he drilled into you, relentless. Not too rough, but definitely grounding. "Next thing I would've set would be his volleyballs if he didn't stop leaning on you for real." He mumbled, his thrusts slightly more erractic as he lifted you up, his cock now twitching in your fluttering walls, chasing both your highs. "..'M sorry, baby." He hummed. And you really didn't mind pissing Tooru off once in a while if this was the outcome. He pushes his cock in deeper, stretching out your weeping cunt for good as he whispered in your ear, still very much annoyed but trying to keep himself together as he grunted, "I know ten ways to get rid of him, and nine to get me out of trouble, so I better not see him again." while kissing the side of your cheek, hands both your sides. How could he even muster something like that while he's knocking consciousness out of you?

ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ .ᐟ

Tobio detested the idea of having your friends sleepover, but had to agree reluctantly. He couldn't help it, he hated them, both the friends and sleepovers, but this one in particular made him lose his mind, how this one guy just couldn't get his eyes off you.

You had pleaded a lot with Tobio to let your friends stay over for two nights, both girls & guys. The idea irked him, to have people over in the warm privacy of your house, but he agreed. Mistake. Because the moment your friends stepped in, the house turned upside down, ugly, dirty, messy, loud and chaotic. You all had changed into your sleepwears, PJs. But this one guy, was eating your looks up more than the food served. Your friend, was eyeing you a little too much for Tobio's liking, and he noticed. Your friend noticed too, still deliberately looking at you while exchanging heated glances with him. Minutes and hours passed and you didn't call your friend out. Tobio had enough, he was done fuming & he needed to do something about this. What better than very impolitely excusing you from the crowd of your friends and have you done under him on your shared bed? Yeah. "Are you a brat on purpose or you're just that oblivious?" He grunts, hands groping your breasts, "Or do you just have a knack for riling me up?". You were confused as to why he was suddenly doing this, but your brain was malfunctioning as he pulled his boxers down and spread your legs. "Tobio-..I don't understand-", "Of course you don't." He butt in, before pressing his lips against yours, swallowing any upcoming sounds that were to be coming out of your mouth as he drilled into you, holding you down by your shoulders, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your velvety walls. When he pulled back, panting breathlessly, holding the creaking bedframe, he whispered in your ear in a frustrated tone he barely ever used with you, "You were too busy giggling to notice that bald swine ogling at you like he's never seen a woman before." and it hit you, maybe you really shouldn't have given the boy a second thought, but oh well, you were now right where you should be. He did not give two shits about you being loud or anything, if you were, that's even better, all those friends, especially that guy, sure as hell needed to know what's happening inside.

Your nails were raking over his neck and arms, while he shoved himself in and out of your hole, your pussy clenching around him as you milked him dry, leaned down, leaving a very blatantly visible hickey on your neck. "Sorry. I don't ever wanna see him ever again, or I'll make sure no one else sees him either." And after a while, when you two got out of the room, he made sure the blatant red mark was very much visible, and now he couldn't care less how the stayover proceeded.

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ .ᐟ

Kuroo hates when you have chemistry with someone else other than him, literally and metaphorically. He hates being on the sidelines, whether in a match or in your life and he sure as hell doesn't get what you see in that dumb jerk of your friend.

It starts at the chemistry lab, Kuroo, you and a few other of your friends were goofing around with chemicals in your free time, cracking jokes and bitching about some juniors and seniors. He couldn't help but notice you getting a little too cozy with this one guy, who was blissfully unaware of your boyfriend's fuming head. You all were laughing & giggling when he dropped a flask on the floor, spilling the liquid, while Kuroo was crashing out. His final straw was when you grinned at the boy, "You're such a dork sometimes, It's adorable." And Kuroo's every cell was personally offended, so what better than snapping at the guy? "If you don't clean this shit up I'm gonna shove a stick up in your ass and sweep this floor with your head." The silence that followed was loud. Sure, the mess was cleaned immediately but all your friends excused themselves out very hurriedly soon after. You glared daggers at Kuroo as you asked him what was wrong with him, only to be abruptly picked up and set on the table as he frowned, "You're getting too cozy with that jackass, he was too handsy." No one gets handsy with what's his. Before you could protest, his lips latched onto yours, hands roaming your body like they had a mind of their own as he whispered some things in your ear that you were too hazy to remember. "I don't get what's adorable about being a damn idiot." His teeth grazed your skin, leaving marks in places that could be covered by your shirt's collar if it wasn't tossed aside. He lifted your leg up, wrapping it around his waist as he rubbed the tip of his cock over your entrance, deliberately teasing your sopping cunt until he felt like doing so, and with one thrust, he bottomed out in you, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I sure as hell am exorcising his 'dorky' demons next time." He continued his thrusts, his breath coming out ragged, uneven as he held you down on the table. You really shouldn't have made that comment, but it was worth it for receiving the best dicking of your life. He could feel your walls clenching around him, the way you held onto his shoulders for leverage, it was clear you were nearing. He picked up his pace, chasing both yours and his orgasm. Safe to say, the product of this neutralization reaction was a different salt.

ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ .ᐟ

Tsukishima swears he's not one to get riled up over little things, you know better though, but he really contradicts his statement in the way he acts as soon as this little idiotic prick leaves your home.

Tsukishima loved to brag how smart he was, but he hated tutoring, too much work. But he agreed anyway, reluctantly, when you pleaded with him to tutor you and your classmates. What he didn't expect was a circus, a zoo and a freakshow. You're studying physics for god's sake, his eye twitches so damn hard when your cheesy friend rolls off his corny biology jokes, and he certainly doesn't appreciate you playing along. "I don't know how you survived till this grade if you've always been this mentally retarded." Gasp. Not just from you, but everyone. And he said it in such a deadpan way, like he was genuinely stating a fact. Sure you retorted, scolding him for his ill manners, but he shot you a warning look, one you rarely ever got from him, and you knew what was coming. The rest of the session continued smoothly, but you could see Tsukki's jaw ticking every once in a while. He atleast waited for your friends to leave, and, when they did, he crossed his arms as he gave you a harsh glare. "Honey, y'know, the reason you can't get any smarter is because you stay with these suckers. " Is he spreading propagandas now?! "If I ask you one question from what I just went over, you wouldn't be able to answer." He said, gripped your thigh, making you sit on his lap so you were straddling him. To which, you protested. Sure you were goofing, but you paid attention...right? That was pretty much all of a warning as his hands trailed up your chest, cupping your breasts as he squeezed them, before with one hand, he spread your thighs apart, lining your entrance with his throbbing cock. "Let's start, you get this question right-I give you m' dick." He hummed close to your ear as he listed out the question. Too hard, too hard. You squirmed.

Your only hope was to mutter the options until you reached the right one, and for every wrong one, he groped your breast a little harder, rubbed his tip a little faster. "Wrong. Try again." He said, eerily patient before you meekly whispered, "Tsukki-..Oh god, this better be E." And he smirked, pushing inside you without a warning, making you cry out. "Correct. Look, you're smarter when they leave." He said, slamming and jerking his upwards while you held onto his shoulder, muttering a whispered string of curses as he reached deeper. "Tsk, tsk. 'm sorry too." Even his apology was fucking sarcastic, like he believed he wasn't in the wrong. He continued ramming his hips up from under, his senses on overdrive from your moans. "I don't want this jerk hangin' around. I'm flagging this guy IRL the next time." and you chuckled, still breathless while he insisted on riding out your high. In conclusion, your friend now avoided Tsukki like the plague.

Thank you for reading! (Too long, ik)

Reblogs would be highly appreciated! 🎀

[ochacoca]

MY GOOD-LOOKING BOY

now playing ♫ good looking by suki waterhouse

IN WHICH you take care of your boyfriend who turns into an absolute toddler when he's ill.

wordcount: 753 words + text messages

timeskip!oikawa x reader

You knew that the minute Oikawa started complaining about his sore throat that it was over. You could officially say goodbye to your freedom. All of your weekend plans had to be canceled so you can take care of your fully grown boyfriend who has transformed into a helpless, miserable baby.

And of course if he went down, you had to go down too. ‘We're a package deal’ He would say. What an excuse.

When you walked into the house you were met with the sound of groaning and the sight of Tōru looking extremely pale with a mix of green with a reddened nose. He looked like Rudolph. “Help me.” He said dramatically reaching out to you as if he was about to take his final breath, his voice filled with congestion and two octaves lower than his usual tone.

You barely had time to set down the plastic bag from the counter before he crashed onto you with a grunting sound. He loosely wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. “Why did you get out of bed?” You asked as you leaned back slightly, pressing your hand on his forehead to check his temperature. Still burning hot.

“You were taking too long.” He mumbled, leaning his body impossibly furthur onto yours. You sighed and grabbed his arm, slowly guiding him upstairs to his bedroom.

“I thought you were never coming.” He muttered under his breath, speaking so lowly because of his sore throat. You couldn't help but laugh at him.

“I only took for 20 minutes.” You reasoned, struggling to keep him up as he leaned onto you with all of his deadweight.

“20 minutes too long.”

Once you arrived, he plopped down on the bed and stretched his limbs everywhere, taking every blanket his could find and stacking them ontop of him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, already knowing the answer. You brushed his bangs back on his sweaty forehead, slightly pouting at your boyfriend's sicken state.

He grumbled and turned over on his bed, wrapping his arms around himself. “I think I'm dying.” He croaked out.

You scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes. “Quit being so dramatic, youre not dying.” You said as you fixed his position on the bed. “You have a fever.”

“Google told me I have 3 days.”

You jaw slightly dropped. “You trust google more than your pre-med partner?”

“Yes.”

“Tōru!”

“I'm SCARED.”

You tried to fight off the smile the made its way onto your face but you couldn't help it. He could be so annoying when he was sick, but he could be so adorable as well.

You grabbed the medicine and the water you bought from the store. Pouring some pills into your hand, you handed it to him and unscrewed the water cap for him. He reluctantly took the medicine then laid back on the bed after it went down. You placed a wet cloth on his forehead in hopes it'll settle his fever before the medicine kicks in. “Now rest. You really do look like you’re dying.”

He grumbled in response but did as he was told. He was fading out quickly. His eyelids were threatening to shut as he forced himself to keep them open and his cheeks were flushed pink from the fever. Tōru grabbed your hand and held it tightly against his chest.

“I love you so much,” He said drowsily. His eyelids were drooping and he seemed as if he was fading in and out of sleep. “The love of my life. My future nurse. My guardian angel.”

You shook your head and gave a short laugh. “You're just saying that cause I'm taking care of you.”

“Maybe,” He mumbled. “but it's still the truth.” He shut his eyes and stuffed himself further in his blankets.

You continued to sit on the edge of the bed, slightly pressing your body against his. Your hand found its way to his hair, brushing the brown locks back while your hand lingered for a seconds longer than it should've.

“My good looking boy.” You whispered softly as you gently played with his hair. “Still cute even when you're sick.”

A small smile etched its way onto his face. “Especially when I'm sick.” He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

You laughed then pressed a kiss onto his fevered temple.

“Yeah. Especially then.”

requested by @miiikooooooo !

©OCHACOCA 2025 | please do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other platforms!

[tvhsleb3ww]

HUSBAND OIKAWA HCS OMAGHAUSHSHD

husb!oikawa who helps you do the taxes and puts his glasses on and brings a calculator only for him to get bored after 20 minutes and whines when you don't give him attention

husb!oikawa who is your plus one to any events your office is doing and your female coworkers gawking over him only for him to show off his ring before wrapping an arm around your waist, swiftly saying "i'm taken, ladies" with a smug smirk

husb!oikawa who panics and screams whenever he thinks he lost his wedding ring bc he can't wear it in games!

husb!oikawa who ties the ring to a necklace so he can wear it during games, he'll also give the ring a kiss before any serve

husb!oikawa who watches horror movies w you, expecting for you to hide your face in his chest from the jumpscares and he can act all tough and cool by protecting you from said jumpscares— only for him to be the one hiding in the crook of your neck when watching them

husb!oikawa who picks you up from the bar that you and your coworkers went to bc he doesn't trust anyone on returning you home when you're drunk as a sailor

husb!oikawa who makes hangover seaweed soup along with some hot chocolate when you wake up all lightheaded bc of the drinks you had and nags you for drinking too much

husb!oikawa who will reserve you a VIP seat for his games and will shamelessly kiss you in front of the whole crowd, he could also shamelessly make out w you too but that would earn him a smack

husb!oikawa who gets upset when you can't go with him to his overseas games because of your work, muttering a "you can be a housewife instead, yknow!! I'll be the source of income!!" which he got smacked for because you didn't work your ass for a degree just to be a housewife

husb!oikawa who'd act all tough and nonchalant when both of you have a fight and he's lying on the couch with crossed arms but in reality he's thinking about the fight and he hates getting into arguements with you

husb!oikawa who will beg you to listen to his explanation bc he doesn't wanna go to sleep with you being mad at him

husb!oikawa who just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever your parents start asking for grandchildren when you both come over to visit

husb!oikawa who will not show up to work if you're sick and will take care of you

husb!oikawa who whines when his mother and his older sister treats you like their own family to the point they forget about him (he's actually happy that the important women in his life get along)

husb!oikawa who has an ID photo of you in his wallet and has a polaroid of both of you on your wedding day in his clear phone case

husb!oikawa who comments on ALL your instagram posts and shares it on his story. he will also reply to every men in the comments section that dares to flirt with you

husb!oikawa who always has a hand on one of your boobs when he's sleeping because he says it's comfy! (he just wants to feel something soft)

husb!oikawa who spoils you rotten and sends bouquets to your office on a weekly basis

THATS ALL FOR NOW KEKE

[airybcby]

We've Already Done It In My Head ;)

( kissing with the haikyuu boys )

a / n — was listening to guilty as sin? by taylor swift and knew i had to write something for my boys

content — haikyuu! boys x GN! reader, some suggestive parts, some characters repeated,

synopsis — just kissing with the haikyuu boys <3

✿.｡. “ without ever touching his skin, ” .｡.✿

Always feels like the first time

they're always so giddy to give you a kiss, whether it be a small peck or a full make out session, they are always bouncing up and down in excitement. while they're always the most excited to kiss you, they're also so insanely clumsy about it too.

you couldn't keep count of how many times the two of you had clinked your teeth together, accidentally headbutted each other, and even accidentally bitten each others lips.

maybe it wasn't always the most picture perfect kiss, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

after all, people do say they wish they could experience their firsts again, and you get that anytime you're around them.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ HINATA SHOYO, shohei fukunaga, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, asahi azumane, TOBIO KAGEYAMA

Always turns into a make-out session

if there was one thing that was 100% certain in your life, it was that you could never kiss them in a purely innocent way. you could be in a very - and i mean VERY - public place, and if you want to give them a small peck?

nope, it's turning into a whole pda session. sometimes you don't mind, but other times you're a little embarrassed because of their boldness.

even while you're at a big event, they have to have their hands on you at all times. "you look so good right now." ignore. "wanna kiss you so bad." ignore. "wanna go to the bathroom?" ignore, ignore, ig-freaking-nore!

if the two of you can get through the whole evening without a big display, maybe you'll reward him when you get home ;)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ATSUMU MIYA, korai hoshiumi, BOKUTO KOTARO, hinata shoyo

Always ends up in you getting what you want

it's not nice to manipulate people, especially not by kissing them until they can't tell you no. your boyfriend was a meanie. nothing more and absolutely nothing less.

all you wanted was to watch a rom-com for your weekly movie night, but nooo, they wanted to watch some boring history retelling film. you weren't sure if they really wanted to watch it or if they were only putting it on to piss you off.

so, of course, what else were you supposed to do besides slide yourself onto their lap and start kissing them until you could slip the remote from their hands and into yours.

" i hate you." he grumbled as you switched from the boring documentary to one of your favorite rom-coms of all time.

" no, you love me. " "...sadly."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ KEI TSUKISHIMA, suna rintaro, OSAMU MIYA, TETSURO KUROO, yaku morisuke

Always gives the perfect kisses

they're literally a perfect specimen, it's really unfair.

you're sad? they're always there giving you small kisses on your head, forehead, and of course your lips. you're in the mood to just be hateful? he's there rubbing your back and kissing your temple while nodding along to your words.

there is no place in the world where they won't fit in perfectly.

and you're just lucky enough to be part of it.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ AKAASHI KEIJI, koshi sugawara, KITA SHINSUKE, toru oikawa, HAJIME IWAZUMI

✿.｡. “ how can i be guilty as sin ? ” .｡.✿

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[luvseraphh]

𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

▹ synopsis: in which you're at the airport, waiting for your flight to your vacation destination, when you spot a cute guy.

▹ content warnings: fluff, fem!reader

▹ pairing: toru oikawa x fem!reader

▹ side note: theme is inspired by @kenzdolls (their theme is so cutesy), I'm not sure who the sparkle header is from since I got it from notion, if you made it and would like credit just let me know!

You sit on the chairs outside your terminal, knees hugged to your chest as you watched TikTok. Your carry-on was in front of you and you were wearing something comfy, sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You had headphones over your ears, fully immersing yourself in the video you were watching.

Suddenly, as you're watching some cute dog compilation you notice someone sit down across from you out of the corner of your eye. You look up, purely out of curiosity, and are greeted with the prettiest man you've ever seen in your life. He has flawless skin and a sharp jawline, as well as beautiful brown eyes and soft brown fluffy hair. He looked like something out of a magazine. And to make it even better, he was jacked. He had earbuds in his ears and wore a t-shirt and sweatpants, lounging comfortably in the chair across from you. You had never regretted wearing something comfortable to the airport ever before in your life, but at this second of your life, you were starting.

As if he could feel someone's gaze on him, he subconciously looked up, his eyes immediately met yours. You quickly looked back down at your phone, trying to act casual as if you hadn't just been gawking at that fine man. You gnaw on your cheek, trying to ignore his eyes burning holes into your figure as he watched you from afar. You can see his stupid smirk from the corner of your eyes.

The longer you ignored him, the more invested he got, until eventually you felt someone sit down by your side. You tried to ignore the new company, eyes still on your phone until you heard a man clear his throat.

You take your headphones off, letting them rest around your neck as you turn to look at the handsome boy sitting next to you. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he looked over at you.

"What's got a pretty girl staring at me like this?" he asks with a grin, his arm moving to rest on the back of your seat.

"What's got a pretty boy flirting with me like this?" you retort in a shy attempt to flirt back. I mean, it's not like it could hurt, right? You'd probably never see him again anyways.

"You got an Instagram?" he asks, his grin growing as he pushes his phone towards you. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to see where this could go.

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ⓒ luvseraph 4/21/25