#Oikawa Tooru x gn reader

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Iris

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Warnings: fluffy fluff. v short. listen to this while you read <3

Notes: hi @kage7ama i wrote this very quickly but this is my very quickly done attempt to remind u i love you /p also small note to the angel that is @kodzukoi thank you for helping my inability to make decisions

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“Dearest?”

You slowly picked your head up from the rather comfortable pillows, having just woken from a nap. You picked your head up and saw the silhouette of your boyfriend in the doorway. 

“You’re home,” you said, attempting to sit up sleepily. “Hi, baby…”

“No, no—“ Oikawa rushed in, albeit quietly, and guided you to lay down again. “Lay down, dear. I’ll join you.”

You didn’t try to resist him, still being half asleep, but you did argue. “You just got home from hanging out with your friends, I wanted to hear how the party went…”

He hushed you again, slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the closet door knob. “Don’t worry about it, (Y/N), we can talk later.” 

You sighed, but knew there’s no point in further arguing. He changed out of his button-down and dress pants and into more comfortable clothes, finding his place behind you. 

“So you had fun with Iwaizumi and your other friends?”

He smiled and nodded, leaving a gentle trail of kisses down your jaw & neck. “I did,” he muttered. “Go back to sleep. I can fill you in later.”

You buried yourself deeper into the blankets, feeling much more comfortable and safe with him holding you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck and heavy arm around your waist, holding you close to him. His entire being enveloped you and you couldn’t be happier. 

“Hey ‘ru?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Love you.”

You could feel him smile against your neck. “Love you too. Now stop talking and go to sleep.”

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[chaepink]

Hear me out, maliciously praising pathetic yandere Oikawa. Like he’s so pathetic obsessed with reader, and the sound of their praise is making him go crazy, and reader catches on to this and starts praising him just for a reaction, which ends in him cumming, on his knees for reader as they just smirk and teasingly praise his pathetic shaking form <33

dom!reader, sub!Oikawa praise, cumming in pants, teasing

“You’re such a good boy for me, right?” Another shiver racks through Oikawa as he whines, staring up at you from his place on the floor with glassy eyes.

You’re standing in front of him with a grin on your face that makes him swallow in anticipation.

“I never thought you would like my praise this much, Oikawa. You must really like being my good slut, don’t you?”

A soft whimper leaves him as he clenches his fists that lay on his thighs. He’s been sitting on his knees for a while and there’s a slight ache but the cloudy fog in his mind is preventing him from thinking of anything else other than you and your words.

“I bet you just want to touch me right now, don’t you? Make me feel good like a good boy is supposed to do?” Oikawa stares up at you with tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

You glance down from his face and see the bulge in his pants and smirk. Oikawa can’t even think properly anymore, he just wants to cum. He’s so hard, it hurts.

“You’re hard from just my words, baby? Gonna cum from my praise only?” A sob racks through his body and he nods eagerly, staring up at you as he ruts futilely in the air, searching for any kind of friction.

“Go ahead and be a good whore for me then and cum in your pants then, darling.” Oikawa lets out a choked moan and gasps at the sudden release. Quickly, you see a wet stain start to appear on his crotch and you giggle.

“How cute, you came in your pants without my touch.” Oikawa’s breaths are heavy as his body rocks with his recent orgasm.

After a few minutes, he looks up at you with trembling lips before glancing down at his stained pants with a flushed face and looking back up at you, expecting you to do something. You raise an eyebrow before suddenly placing your foot on his crotch and pushing it down, making him cry out in pleasure.

“What, you thought I was done, darling? Oh we’re far from that, don’t you want to be my good boy?” He nods eagerly.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[suplicyy]

You bringing him a bento for the first time!

Haikyuu boys x Gn!Reader

— Summary: How would he react to receiving a bento at school that you made especially for him.

— Characters: Yamaguchi, Kenma, Akaashi, Oikawa, Tendou.

— Tags/Genre: Gn!Reader | Fluff

— Idea by: @sarasversionworld

Yamaguchi Tadashi

He never thought he would receive something like this until he met you.

You always treat him with so much love and affection, that he even thought about the possibility of this happening one day, but he always thought he was dreaming too much.

But when you appeared at his desk holding a small box wrapped in a flowery cloth, he felt like he might pass out right there.

Yamaguchi is someone who is very insecure about himself, as he has not received attention from any person in a romantic way, so receiving something simple but as comforting as a homemade lunch means a lot to him.

"Huh!? This is for me...? T-Thank you very much!!"

You can be sure he was all flushed when he took the bento from your hands.

And if you have any doubts that he didn't like it, put it out of your mind immediately! Tsukishima will definitely complain to you the next day saying that Yamaguchi talked about your bento all day.

Kenma Kozume

We all know that Kenma is someone who eats very little, and it's no wonder he has the smallest appetite in the series.

You worry a lot about his diet and how it affects his well-being, and as he is a volleyball player, he needs to eat well to be in good shape for every game!

And to help him, you thought about making a complete bento for him at least once a week.

So when you walked towards him with a bento box in your hands, he didn't think it was for him and that it was your own bento, but those thoughts soon dissipated when you shyly handed him the box perfectly wrapped in a polka dot cloth.

Obsessed with technology, Kenma always has his cell phone or console in his hand while eating a meal.

Then It was an unexpected surprise to see him putting away his video game to eat the bento you made for him.

And if you give him a delicious slice of apple pie, he will definitely try to eat better to get the dessert.

Akaashi Keiji

As someone who has the habit of taking care of others around him, he was probably the one who gave you a bento earlier, so as a thank you, you decided to make one for him too.

Even if he never said it to you, it's quite noticeable how much he likes onigiris, seeing as he brought one to school almost every week.

And that was why the bento you prepared was full of onigiri of different flavors, as you weren't really sure which flavor was his favorite.

Akaashi would certainly be very grateful for the surprise, and he may be a little shy about the gift and sometimes doesn't show his emotions as much, but you've known him long enough to know that he loved the bento you prepared for him.

"Oh, that's for me?" He takes the bento from your hands, and when he opens it, he finds onigiris that you made yourself.

"Thank you, my love." He gives you a small smile, and when no one is looking, he plants a kiss on your cheek.

Also, don't be surprised if Bokuto appears out of nowhere and eats some of the onigiris you made for Akaashi, he usually eats his friends' snacks (and doesn't share when someone wants to eat his snack💀).

Oikawa Tooru

He has certainly received several bentos or snacks from his fans, and no matter how willingly he accepts each gift, he has never been so interested in it.

But his opinion is totally different when it comes to you, he appreciates every thing you do for him.

We all know he can be a little cheeky sometimes, so expect to get a comment from him bragging about himself.

"But of course you wouldn't resist the thought of spoiling me, I'm irresistible after all." says Tooru giving you a wink.

Just give him a serious look and he stops talking in the same second...😭

Oikawa will beg you to feed him, blatantly lying that his hand is hurting at that moment.

He'll be bragging to his third-year friends about how he has such an amazing partner and they don't, but not until Iwazumi threatens to throw him off a cliff.

Tendou Satori

Just like Yamaguchi, Tendou is someone who has never caught anyone's attention romantically, and is even excluded because of his different appearance than other people.

So when he receives a bento from someone he loves so much, he will definitely remember it forever.

Trust me, he'll have a passionate smile written on his face and with the brightest eyes while listening to you talk about how you prepared his favorite food.

He would probably first make some joke about the situation, to try to ease his own shyness, but later he will genuinely show his gratitude in every possible way.

Tendou loves being around you, so expect lots of hugs and little kisses during lunch, in addition to his lots of compliments for the bento you made.

The next day, he probably would surprise you with a dessert he made especially for you, like truffles, cookies or even cupcakes!

And please give him lots of compliments too!! This way, he will prepare something every week for you.🌷

— A/N: They had already sent me this idea a long time ago, and only now have I managed to have the creativity to write something about it.😭 Anyway, thank you very much for your help!! And I will certainly do that other idea of yours that you sent me!

[letshaikyuu]

pretty setter squad (kageyama, akaashi, oikawa) with their s/o post-practice

a/n: lol hello, I honestly just come here when I am knees deep in uni shit and I should be writing a paper rn but I am writing this heh. hope you all are happy and healthy, and wishing you a lovely month of May soon!

warning: oh definitely some grammar mistakes so i apologize if that triggers you :3

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO

y'all know our boy is dead tired after practice and needed much persuading to finish practice, let alone come home. he only wishes to jump in the shower, eat a hearty meal, lay down in bed, and not move. most of the time he does forget to text you once he's back home, but it's mostly because he's dead tired and wants to chill. he'd be super confused and apologetic at the same time if you were disappointed and/or anxious if he didn't text you that he was home.

if you two don't live together, I imagine him finishing his post-practice routines and then laying down in bed with his washed hair wetting the pillow while he waits for you to video call him. I don't think he'd be the one to initiate a conversation first, especially when he is one minute away from falling asleep, but he does admit that hearing your voice before bed is the best thing ever. while on call, you would do most of the talking, while he nods and occasionally chuckles in amusement, until ultimately dozing off while on call. make sure to take a lot of screenshots of that face because he can either have the most peaceful look on his face and you just have to have that angelic face in your gallery; or he can have the most ridiculous type of face on, with a lil drool, some snoring happening...

if you two do live together, you'd be greeted with a sweaty body just dropping its total weight on you because he's just so tired and also wants to annoy you with him being all sweaty and smelly on you. it's difficult to actually get him to move, especially because he gets rather comfortable in such a position. when you finally get him off, he goes off to shower and spends so much time there you're pretty sure he falls asleep there. he asks you to prepare a hot cup of milk for him once he gets out. you'd get such a gentle kiss on your cheek or lips because he is already dozing off and it'd be such an adorable sight, especially with his freshly washed and dried hair tickling the softness of your cheek and the smell of his body wash enveloping the both of you.

ngl, he would easily fall asleep without you in bed because he's just dead tired lol

AKAASHI KEIJI

he never forgets to call and/or text you once he's done and out of the gym because he knows you'd be worried otherwise. if you live together, he makes sure to ask you if you need anything from the convenience store and also asks you to prepare a hot cup of tea for him (for the two of you if you are also a tea drinker). even if you say you don't need anything from the store, he stops by and buys your favorite snacks and some of his own. i do think his favorite thing to do post-practice is to sit down on the couch with you and talk about your day. i do headcanon him to have a sweet tooth, so he is enjoying that cup of tea with some crackers or cookies and definitely enjoys hearing some of your tea ngl.

even though he is super tired, he cannot fall asleep without you beside him. he finds it interesting how dependent he has become on you, especially if you have moved in together recently. if he is not super tired, he'd move to the bed with a book by his side and read until you're finished with your evening routine and lie down. if he is exhausted, then he forgoes the book, he then lays down and toys with your pillowcase so he doesn't fall asleep. if you take long he definitely closes his eyes and then jolts awake once you get in bed, but he only pulls you closer, kisses you, and falls asleep.

akaashi who does not live with you is fairly similar. while walking back to his house, he'd call you and chat with you until he arrives. you'd end the call while he finishes his shower (maybe not) and dinner, and he'd call you right back once he's done. he then sits down in bed with a cup of tea and a cookie or two on his bedside table, his phone in an active call with you. he may be tired but makes sure to listen to you intently, and when he is almost falling asleep, he apologizes for not paying more attention to you (because he's such a sweetheart like that ngl) and then gives you one of those air kisses before turning around and ultimately falling asleep.

OIKAWA TOORU

he ALWAYS calls you when he's done with practice because this guy has tea to spill from the day. he is so enthusiastic and vibrant that you would think he went out for a cup of coffee and not coming back from volleyball practice. legend says (aka iwaizumi) that he is a part of the Walking Dead in the locker room but always puts on the best version of himself when you're around. when he's finally at the front of his house, he makes sure to be as quiet as possible so he doesn't wake his family up and then says he'll call you once he's in bed.

now, Oikawa does sometimes fall asleep without showering or anything which is definitely a shocking statement for someone as tidy and clean as Oikawa, I can easily imagine him just face-planting on his bed and saying he'd get up in 5 minutes and just falling asleep lol. however, that's a rare occasion and also he'd wake up once you text/call him anyway. you will be on a video call while he's doing his skincare routine because he needs to show you that soft-ass skin and all his products.

oikawa who lives with you is very much needy once he's back home. he wants a hug as soon as he's home because he misses you so much and he'd like to have dinner together with you. i don't think he's the best cook out there, but he knows how to prepare some bomb-ass meals for pre-/post-workouts. of course, if you're not up for that he can stomach a cup of ramen. the night is not complete without him spilling the tea on every mishap that happened during practice and also inquiring about your day. he falls asleep on the couch and spills whatever food he's holding in his hands. this leads to him startling awake and screaming at the mess he's made...it's never a dull moment with this guy.

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[kairismess]

Can you imagine Oikawa, Atsumu, or Sakusa with an artist s/o and their sketchbook is just full of them <333333

to be loved by an artist >>>>>>

Don’t feel like you have to do this I just really like how you write things <3

he loves the way you show him how much you adore him.

when you gave him permission to look through the sketchbook he got you that you were almost done filling up with sketches and drawings, you felt a little insecure of what he might find in all those pages... and what he'd say in response.

as he flipped through the pages, while you turned away from him or covered your eyes, or did both as he murmured to himself, chuckled to himself at how adorable your little doodles were, he just had one question in mind: "why does it look like i'm your muse in every one of these sketches?"

when he turned to face you to ask you this, you blurted out that was how you wanted him to know you loved him. art was your forte, after all, it was what made sense to you the most–it was how you felt freest expressing yourself. and you couldn't find a better way to express how beautiful and gorgeous he appeared except through the skill of your pencil and hands.

you had a habit of portraying him and capturing moments of him in the most mundane scenarios–him practicing his tosses, spiking, tying his shoes, eating food, sleeping–but these moments were so intimate to you that you felt compelled to mix how you saw him with the image of him.

you saw him as beautiful, and you wanted to eternalize his beauty through the pages of your sketchbook; that was how you loved him, and he couldn't love you any more than he could now. a smile stretched across his face, and a twinkle danced in his eyes as he listened to you, watched you get flustered as you explained why he was all you could portray and draw.

he couldn't wish for anyone else to love him, because to him, to be immortalized by someone so talented and loving that they know just how to make even your worst moments look breathtaking... it makes him want to do everything to love you even a fraction of how you love him.

[jinisnuggets]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅? (𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒌𝒚𝒖𝒖 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔)

ᴵᴺᶜᴸᵁᴰᴱˢ: ᴷᵃᵍᵉʸᵃᵐᵃ, ᴬᵏᵃᵃˢʰⁱ, ᵀᵒᵒʳᵘ, ᴷᵉⁿᵐᵃ, ˢᵘᵍᵃʷᵃʳᵃ, ˢᵉᵐⁱ, ᴬᵗˢᵘᵐᵘ

ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ: ᴳⁿ (ᴺᵒ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ)

ᴳᴱᴺᴿᴱ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ: ⁿᵒⁿᵉ

ᵂᴼᴿᴰ ᶜᴼᵁᴺᵀ: ⁰.⁴ᵏ (⁶⁰ⁱˢʰ ᵖᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

Sugawara

You can't convince me that Suga isn't the type to love showing his partner affection, anytime he sees you, he'll always make sure you know how much you mean to him. He can be more like a mother than a boyfriend; however, he doesn't really care how he shows you his love, it can be by words, or by actions.

Akaashi

He isn't the most touchy guy, yet his words do all the work for him. Hearing this man whisper sweet things into your ear at night, while you both lay in the silence of your bedroom in the comfort of your bed. He can have his clingy moments, but he regularly enjoys letting you know his care by telling you the sweetest things he can think of.

Semi

I don't believe he'd be very affectionate overall, but if you make him flustered he'd be sure to return the favor. He's a jealous guy, not in a distrusting manner; but if he spots or catches onto someone flirting with his s/o, his body will always react before his mind can. Despite his intimidating appearance, he's a softy and you know it.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

Tooru

Do I even need to provide an explanation? Of course Tooru is the clingy type of boyfriend (jealous too). Anytime he spots you, he'll call you by your personalized nickname, and cutely demand for your attention. And although he may overthink things sometimes; his favorite feeling is the one of you coming up just to reassure him with that voice he loves hearing.

Atsumu

He may sometimes get a little out of hand, due to always speaking his mind out, and well… sometimes he may do it on purpose. He knows fully well that if he does something mischievous it means that you'll have to come and take him away, meaning that it'll be a bonus gift for him. He enjoys any moment you spend together, that's a fact.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡

Kageyama

He can have his moments. Normally playing the tough one but later on acting like a baby when you end up cuddling, he'd constantly be switching in between roles, most of the time starting as the one to show his love to you in order to just end up the one curled up in between your arms. You'd make fun of him for that.

Kenma

Being a calm guy, he normally isn't the one to initiate anything of a romantic sort with you. But if he notices odd behavior from you, or feels as if he's not giving you enough attention, he'll be sure to correct whatever behavior he needs to. However, he himself absolutely adores having his hair be brushed and in between your fingers.

[writer-freak]

Caring for sick reader | Haikyu x Gnreader

Characters: Kuroo, Oikawa, Atsumu and Bokuto

Warnings: Gn reader, mentions of being sick, reader getting called babe (Bokuto|Atsumu) and darling (Oikawa), maybe a bit all over the place, english isn't my first language

A/n: I recently got sick as did all my friends so I wrote a little something also I'm just obsessed with Haikyuu right now. I'm maybe gonna do another part with more characters because I already started writing for that but it's gonna take a while as I'm currently sitting on longer projects for my besties

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo would notice you weren’t feeling well the moment he stepped into the room. His sharp eyes missed nothing, and the slight flush on your cheeks and the tired look in your eyes were immediate giveaways.

“Hey, you’re burning up,” he said, placing a cool hand on your forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling sick?”

You mumbled something about not wanting to bother him, but Kuroo shook his head, a fond yet offended smile on his face. “You’re never a bother, you know that.”

He gently guided you to the nearby couch and wrapped you in a cozy blanket. “Stay here. I’m going to make you some tea and grab some medicine.”

Kuroo moved around the kitchen, brewing some herbal tea and rummaging through the medicine cabinet. He returned with a tray, placing it carefully on the coffee table.

“Drink this,” he said softly, handing you the tea. “And take these. They’ll help bring your fever down.”

As you sipped the tea, Kuroo sat next to you, running his fingers through your hair soothingly. “You know, you’re lucky you have me to take care of you,” he teased, his voice full of warmth. “Just relax and let me handle everything.”

He spent the rest of the day making sure you were comfortable, keeping you hydrated, and occasionally checking your temperature. Kuroo also set up a humidifier nearby to help you breathe easier and made sure the room was at the perfect temperature for you.

Every once in a while, he would disappear into the kitchen, making you more tea or cooking some soup. Each time he brought something for you, he would explain its benefits with a little smirk “This one’s got ginger in it. Great for the immune system.”

“Did you know that honey has natural antibacterial properties? Makes it perfect for soothing sore throats,” he commented as he stirred a spoonful into your tea.

When you protested that he didn’t have to do so much, he just shrugged and said, “Hey, I like taking care of you. Plus, it gives me a chance to show off my skills.”

In the evening you had moved over to the bed, he put on your favorite movies and snuggled up next to you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Before bed, Kuroo made sure you were tucked in with an extra blanket before lying down next to you. “I’ll be right here if you need me,” he assured you, his tone gentle.

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa would immediately go into overdrive the moment he realized you were sick. “Oh no, my poor darling,” he exclaimed dramatically, rushing to your side. “You’re sick! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Before you could even respond, he was off, grabbing a fluffy blanket and tucking it around you with exaggerated care. “There, that’s better. You just stay right here. I’m going to make you feel better in no time.”

Oikawa was determined to pamper you while you were sick, ensuring that you had the best care ever. He brought you your favorite snacks, adjusted the pillows behind your back, and put on a marathon of your favorite show.

“Do you need anything else? Water? More snacks?” he asked, practically hovering over you.

When you mentioned feeling cold, he immediately went to get a hot water bottle and an extra blanket, wrapping you up snugly. “We can’t have you feeling chilly now, can we?”

He also made a trip to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine and vitamins. When he returned, he handed you a steaming cup of herbal tea. “This will help soothe your throat and make you feel a little better,” he said with a gentle smile.

Oikawa’s caring side shone through as he stayed by your side, holding your hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “I hate seeing you like this but don’t worry. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He would occasionally leave to make you something to eat, insisting that you needed to keep your strength up. “I made you some chicken soup. It’ll help you get better faster,” he said, placing the bowl in front of you.

When you were too tired to watch anything, he’d read to you, his voice soothing. “Just close your eyes and listen,” he’d say, gently laying his hand over your eyes.

Oikawa really makes sure you're comfortable and taken care of, always checking on you to see if you need anything else. “Do you want me to call the doctor? Or maybe get some more medicine?” he’d ask, his concern evident.

As the night came, he made sure you took your medicine on time, bringing you water and anything else you needed. “You’re my top priority right now,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

When it was time for bed, he gently helped you settle in, making sure you were warm and comfortable. “If you need anything during the night, just wake me up, okay?” he said, lying down beside you and holding your hand.

Miya Atsumu

It took a moment for Atsumu to notice something was off, but then he caught on to how you were a bit more sluggish and less energetic than usual.

“Hey, babe, ya don’t look so good,” he said, his brows knitting together in concern. “Are ya feelin’ okay?”

You admitted that you weren’t feeling your best, and Atsumu immediately sprang into action. “Alright, just lie down and let me take care of ya.”

He made you comfortable on the bed, tucking a blanket around you and making sure you had a glass of water within reach. “I’ll be right back,” he promised before disappearing into the kitchen.

Atsumu was a bit all over the place, rummaging through the cupboards and fridge, muttering to himself about what to make. You could hear the clatter of pots and pans as he tried to whip up something. After what felt like forever, he finally returned with a bowl of soup, his expression proud but a little uncertain.

“I tasted it, and it’s pretty good, so eat up,” he said, handing you the bowl with a slightly nervous smile.

As you ate, he sat beside you, continuously talking to keep your spirits up. “Ya know, yer pretty cute when you’re sick, with your face all flushed” he teased, giving you a wink. “But don’t get used to this—yer not allowed to get sick just for my cookin’.”

Despite his playfulness, Atsumu was incredibly attentive. He kept fluffing your pillows, checking your temperature, and asking if you needed anything else. “Do ya need more water? How ‘bout another blanket? Are ya warm enough?”

At one point, he brought over a small mountain of tissues, saying, “Just in case, ya know.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, which made him grin. “See? I'm the best at caring for ya? But seriously, I’m here, and I’m gonna take care of ya until yer all better.”

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto’s reaction to you being sick was immediate and intense care. The moment he saw your pale face and heard your hoarse voice, his eyes widened with worry. “Oh no, Babe, you’re sick!” he exclaimed, almost panicking. “What can I do? How can I help?”

You reassured him that you just needed rest, but Bokuto was determined to make you feel better. He rushed around the house, gathering blankets, pillows, and anything else he thought you might need. You couldn’t help but smile at his efforts.

“I’ll stay with you,” he declared, sitting down next to you and wrapping his arms around you. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

At one point, he disappeared into the kitchen, and you could hear the clatter of pots and pans as he attempted to make you soup. You chuckled softly to yourself, imagining the mess he was likely creating.

He returned triumphantly with a bowl of soup, though it looked a bit questionable. “Here, I made this for you!” he said, beaming with pride. You took a hesitant sip and smiled at him. The soup wasn’t the best, but his effort was appreciated nonetheless.

As the day went on, Bokuto’s concern didn’t weaken. He checked your temperature every hour, fretting over the numbers on the thermometer. “You’re still warm,” he muttered, his brow furrowing. “Do you need more blankets? Less blankets? More soup?”

“Bokuto, I’m fine,” you assured him, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “My fever isn't going to go down immediately.”

But Bokuto was still determined, he flitted around the room, tidying up and making sure you had everything you could possibly need. Despite his usual loud and energetic demeanor, he was surprisingly gentle and attentive, adjusting his tone as best he could.

“This is going to be over soon,” he said softly, his hand warm against your forehead. “I’m here, and I’ll take care of you.”

His care just made you feel incredibly loved, even though he was a bit over the top, his personality always made you smile, despite how miserable you felt physically right now.

As the evening came, Bokuto finally started to calm down a bit. He sat beside you on the couch, wrapping you in his strong arms. “You know, you’re always so amazing,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “I hate seeing you like this, but you’re handling it so well. I don't think I would be this calm while sick”

You leaned into him chuckling, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “I’m not that great,” you said softly. “But having you by my side makes it a bit easier. And even if you are being a baby while sick I will still take care of you.”

Bokuto’s eyes softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll always be here for you,” he promised. “No matter what.”

[emmyrosee]

oikawa you say?? my favourite character in the whole entire series? you don’t understand how happy I am to hear you say that bc I’ve been sitting on this idea for so long not sure if I should send it in or not BC I WASN’T SURE IF YOU WERE INTO OIKAWA THAT MUCH 😭 …alright I’m gonna call myself out a bit with this one. BUT ITS OKAY ITS FINE.

hype man oikawa. he’s. so. good. at. hyping. you. up!!!!

you don’t ever feed your own ego so HE DOES IT FOR U. like, let’s say you managed to accomplish something (big or small, an accomplishment is an accomplishment) and it becomes a big point of pride for you, like huge, and you don’t want to show it that much cause??? you don’t want to come off as if you’re bragging!!! but oikawa sees through it and totally just feeds into it to see you smile and stand a bit taller. like out of the blue on a random Tuesday he’d just kiss you on the cheek and bring it up and just 😭🫶🏻

I’m so soft for him emmy. he’s so proud and LOVESSSS it when he sees that you’re proud of yourself too. he’s safe he won’t judge you at all for being just slightly prideful in whatever you’ve done/are doing. HE GETS IT!!!!! (cough that one scene in season 2 with ushijima) HE KNOWS YOU’D DO THE SAME FOR HIM!!!!

MWAH ILY💋 HAPPY MILESTONE!!!!

ARE YOU TRYNA KILL ME?

Oikawa is the best hype man you could ask for, because he knows how good praise feels and how bad degradation feels, so he’s always the one to take all your accomplishments- be it taking a shower after a bad day, to getting a promotion at work- and make them the biggest deal he ever could.

“UHHH BABY!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU, THIS IS A BIG DEAL!” He always says, cradling your face in his big hands and beaming down at you with the most pleased twinkle in his eye. You merely shrug and giggle softly, which he dramatically gasp, “are you NOT completely impressed with yourself? Because I will make you be.”

“No, no, I am!” You assure, nuzzling into his warm palm. ���It’s just… it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big-“ he cuts of his repeating with a dramatic sigh and playful scratch of his head, “babe, you do realize this is something you accomplished. This is another checkmark on how great and smart you are- not to mention how hot-“

“I don’t think this has anything to do with being hot,” you snort.

But Tooru doesn’t let it go. Nay nay.

The next morning, the smell of fresh fruit and baked goods filled the air (obviously from the store because he’s banned from cooking without your watchful supervision), and you smile in the warmth of your pillow and slowly sit up with a stretch, swinging your legs over the bed and shuffling to the kitchen.

“BABYYYY!” He beams as he sees you, dropping the muffin he was holding to immediately pull you into a hug, peppering your face with kisses. You giggle at the tickly feeling and smile at him, only to pout as he pulls away to pick up the muffin. “Did you sleep well? I mean, I assumed you did, because you were drooling on me, so…”

“I do not drool!” You snicker, but your further teases die on your tongue when he makes his way to the counter and grabs a thick bouquet of flowers, your cheeks blazing at how serious he finds this and is encouraging you to do the same. “You didn’t have to do all of this,” you mewl, walking back into his arms. He wraps his free one around you and kisses your head repeatedly.

“Yes, I did,” he whispers. “Don’t be humble. You’ve earned this. And I’m so, so proud of you.”

Tears sting at your eyes at his words, and you burrow into him deeper, taking selfish inhales of his clean scent and fresh cologne, the closeness of the flowers adding a sweetness to your man.

“Come on,” he encourages, pulling away once again to get you to enjoy your breakfast. “I got you some pastries, grabbed you a breakfast sandwich, cut up some fruit, and I grabbed you one of those smoothies you like so much.” He says all of this with pride and a broad smile, pulling out a chair for you to sit in, “here. I’ll make you a plate.”

“I can do that,” you giggle.

“I don’t want you to. Today is all about celebrating you- who would I be if I didn’t pamper you today?”

“Well, when you put it like that,” you hum, watching him move around the kitchen and blushing slightly as he winks at you. He puts down the flowers and gets busy making you a plate of breakfast. “Hey, Tooru?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Thank you. For letting me have this. And being yourself.”

He smiles and chuckles to himself, scooping you a big helping of fruit.

“I’ve got you, baby. Gonna always take care of you and your accomplishments.

“You deserve it.”

[hoesoflamentation]

𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖓 + 𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖊𝖝

FEATURING !! oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, ukai keishin

all are gn!reader (i use "hole" when discussing penetration). characters are adults. please read the individual warnings for each character!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

𝖔𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖜𝖆

FEELS LIKE PENT-UP RAGE !!

WARNINGS !! dirty talk/strong language, penetrative s3x, creampie

"You miss this cock, baby?" Oikawa taunts, ramming into your aching hole from behind. "You been thinkin' about me when you touch yourself, all alone at night? Wishing I'd come over and make a mess of your pretty little hole?" Overcome with the sensation of his cock curving inside of you, all you can do is give in: "Yes, Tooru, yes!" Oikawa fucks you with all the pent-up rage he's been harboring since the breakup; all the green-eyed envy he's clung to as he's imagined you riding another man to your climax. Like you, he tried to get over you by getting under someone new... but it fills him with unspeakable anger to imagine you doing the same. Each time Oikawa has the intrusive thought of you screaming another man's name -- with the same lips you used to wrap around his cock, no less -- he thrusts deeper and harder inside of you, until your eyes fill with tears. But for all his arrogance, Oikawa has to admit he needs you just as badly as you need him. With every buck of his hips, he lets out a deep groan that betrays just how badly he's missed this... how badly he's missed you. For months, Oikawa had simply been going through the motions: swiping right, sliding into someone new, slipping his clothes back on, and sneaking out in the middle of the night. But as he pumps his cum into you in hot spurts, hugging you around the waist, he wonders if what he's really been searching for has been this -- has been you -- all along.

𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖆

FEELS LIKE MUSCLE MEMORY !!

WARNINGS !! cheating, blowjob, deepthroating

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Hinata whispers, for what has to be the dozenth time. By now, you know him well enough to know what he's really asking: 'are you sure you want me?' And what a dumbass, you think to yourself. Even though it's wrong, even though he has a girlfriend waiting for him downstairs, you have never wanted anything more than you want Hinata right now. But that's one thing you will never say to him out loud. Instead, pressed against your ex in the confines of the closet, you shush him with a kiss and begin unbuckling his belt. "A-ah!" he gasps as his cock springs free from his jeans, surrounded by tufts of soft ginger hair. The party below is soon forgotten as you sink to your knees and take him into your mouth, caressing his shaft with your tongue -- exactly the way he likes it. You know this is how he likes it, because you remember Hinata's body as if it were the words to an old favorite song. "A-ah!" the redhead gasps in surprise as you cup his balls in your hand, your tongue dancing back and forth along his veiny cock. Hinata begins to arch his hips into the motions of your mouth, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck to press himself further down your throat. He breathes deeply, as if to commit your scent to memory, and releases a moan. "God, Y/n, I've been wanting this for so long," Hinata babbles. "I've thought about this every day since we broke up... I can't even cum without thinking about you."

𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆

FEELS LIKE YOU BELONG !!

WARNINGS !! cheating, dubcon, making out, marking, posessive!tsukki

Tsukishima drags you out of the restaurant, away from your new boyfriend and his friends; his hand locked around your wrist like a steel cuff. Indignantly, you tear your arm from his group and shout, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Without missing a beat, Tsukishima snaps back, "I'm taking you home with me!" Quietly, he adds, "...where you belong." You fall silent, unsure of what to say. If you weren't still in love with him, you might have turned around, gone back inside, and reassured your boyfriend that nothing was going on between the two of you. Except that wouldn't be the truth, would it? You knew it the moment you saw Tsukishima: it wasn't over yet. Maybe that's why, the moment you crawl into the backseat of the Uber, you can't keep your hands off each other. Tsukishima initiates the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours in a dance that feels like sparring. His hand slips up your thigh, squeezing it with a possessive grip; Tsukishima sucks on the delicate skin of your collarbone, leaving an abundance of hickeys as if to say 'Kei was here.' "Mine," he mumbles into your clammy skin. "All mine." And you don't correct him. Because regardless of what happens next, in this moment, your heart belongs to him.

𝖚𝖐𝖆𝖎

FEELS LIKE COMING HOME !!

WARNINGS !! penetrative s3x, creampie, cigarette smoking (ukai, not reader)

It isn't like you to show up on your ex's doorstep in the pouring rain. You feel like some kind of pathetic romcom character, but you will yourself to knock anyways. Ukai answers the door in nothing but your favorite pair of gray joggers, looking like a man who hasn't slept in weeks. "Keishin, I... I fucked up," you admit sheepishly, cheeks surging with heat at the sight of his bare torso. "I never should have left. Please, let me come home." Ukai seems surprised to see you, but not as surprised as you are when he pulls you into a deep kiss, cradling your face delicately in his hands. When you were together, the sex was always great -- but the way he holds you this time is different; more sacred somehow. Ukai doesn't fuck you: he makes love to you, his lips lingering on every dimple and fold of your bare skin; his hands tangling intimately in your hair, refusing to break eye contact with every thrust of his hips. As he's about to cum inside of you, Ukai leans in and whispers in your ear: "God, Y/n, you're perfect... I wish I never let you go." Afterwards, Ukai lights a cigarette, and the air between you grows heavy with unspoken words. "There's the door," he says, feigning nonchalance. "You can leave whenever you want." But despite the lingering awkwardness and his can't-be-assed expression, you know him better than anyone -- and you can tell from the tone of his voice that he wants you to stay. Wordlessly, you curl up on his chest, and the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

[teddybeartoji]

彡 A MASSIVE PILE OF GUILT

☆. contains: tooru oikawa x gn!reader; this is called angst i think (with comfort), reader plays volleyball and oikawa comforts them after they lost a match, reader talks badly about themselves:( i'm sorry, they swear they're just really really good friends but they're also just fucking stupid wc: 4k

in the blink of an eye the loud screams and cheers transform into a disgusting mix of muffled noises in your ears. the lights are too bright and you feel like you're stuck to the ground; stuck under hundreds pairs of eyes. you can't move, you can't breathe. your arm stings, a painfully clear reminder of your fuckup.

you should've had it, you saw it coming, you had a plan and yet - here you are, watching the colorfol ball hit the wall of the big arena with a quiet thud!. your eye twitches, locked onto the missed oppurtunity in a form a sphere sit metres away from you and your teammates.

because of you.

like a statue; turned into stone, you stand in your awkward position, unable to comprehend that it's over. that it's really over. it feels like everybody is looking at you, cursing you in their own heads. is this what drowning feels like? even if you could open your mouth to try and save yourself with a big breath of air, the stifling stench of losing would surely just make you choke harder.

a palm slaps onto your shoulder and you don't have to look at the person to know who it is – a dejected captain trying to pick up their loved teammates. you can't look at them; how could you? they're trying to cheer you up while you're the sole reason you lost in the first place. they give you a squeeze, a silent plea for you to snap out of it and you comply, not wanting to humiliate them any more.

you did well!

an arm around your shoulder, you're being dragged away from the court and you taste blood – the result of biting into the soft skin of your inner cheek in order to surpress a cry. the lights are too bright and you just want out.

after the handshakes and the formalities are done, your coach gives you all a pep talk. not that it helps but what else is there to say right now. you eat in almost complete silence; the only sounds in your ears being the chewing and the crying.

you've yet to do that. your lip wobbles and your eyes are red but so far, no tears. but you know you will – it'll be the only thing you'll be doing after you've locked yourself away into your room.

good game!

you feel sick. the food in your mouth is starting to taste like vomit and the water isn't helping either. still, you refuse to stop. refuse to raise your eyes from your table to ask whether you can leave. you will sit there as long as the others do and you won't complain. you will eat the food just like the others do and you won't complain. you don't get to do that.

the hugs feel just as suffocating as the eyes. you've never felt this bad in your whole entire life. you feel bad for thinking that the hugs feel suffocating – they're literally trying to comfort you and you're blatantly refusing it. stupid. stupid. stupid.

everyone has their own things they do after a loss. some like to be alone, some like to go for a run, some like to beat the fuck out of a punch bag and some like to do watch a comedy film with their teammates. it's silly; none of them laugh during it anyway. but it helps. you know it does because you've done it with them – not this time though. and they don't pressure you; they're not stupid, they understand how it feels. you need a moment and they will give it to you.

your captain does sit you down for a second before letting you go though, calmly telling you how it wasn't your fault and how you'll get it next time. and it sucks. it sucks that you don't hear it... it sucks that nothing will make this feeling go away. you know it and your captain knows it.

their warm hand resting on your back does soothe the shivers that have been tormenting you ever since you lost the ball. and for the first time since that moment, you crane your neck, raising your heavy head to meet their eyes and now you do feel like crying. the sadness is there, but so is the same warmth, the same adoration one has for their loved ones. nobody is upset with you, nobody blames you. their hand rises from your back and goes up to ruffle your hair as you let your head fall against their chest. "you're okay."

they hold you close as your tears soak their shirt. you hear a loud sigh and you know they're holding back theirs. the shivers are back and you hiccup out a broken i'm sorry, which makes the captain pull away immediately and grab your shoulders.

"don't. it wasn't your fault. it wasn't. you can cry as much as you want but that? you're not allowed to do that." there's a certain determination in their glassy eyes and you have no other choice but to weakly nod your head before letting it fall again.

"by the way, i saw you not eat properly, so i'm keeping an extra eye on you tomorrow morning, okay?" they poke your cheek and you're thankful. "i'm gonna watch the movie with the others but i'm keeping my phone close by, so if you want company at any time, just let me know."

you raise your head back up, desperate to show your appreciation for them and nod again, cracking the world's smallest and saddest smile and they ruffle your hair again before standing up. "you're okay."

they close the door behind them and you take a minute to compose yourself. you can't seem to stop your hands from shaking though and it makes you angry. your now empty room is too quiet and your own reflection in the window is taunting you with an ugly expression. is that really how you look like right now?

you don't wanna know and you don't want to keep looking at it either. so you grab your hoodie and your wallet and make your way to the lobby of the hotel. maybe the reflection in the vending machine won't be so mean.

and it isn't. it's not mean at all. it's the exact opposite actually. from the fact that it's staring at you with rather soft eyes to the fact that it's not your own reflection.

"good game, right?" you scare yourself with your own voice – already so harsh and raspy. it comes out mean and you wince. you tear your eyes from his, focusing on the sweet drink that's locked behind the glass instead.

oikawa is never this quiet and it makes you want to hit him. make a joke. just do it. just do it already. but he doesn't. his steps are quiet as he goes to lean on the vending machine. he's nothing if not observant; he sees your shaky hands pressing the buttons with so much effort; how the lips that are usually pulled into a beautiful grin he loves so much are now wobbling, ready to spill all of your sorrows. your clenched jaw as you try to avoid his gaze for whatever reason.

please, look at me.

the vending machine dings as the mechanics push your drink to you. his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well. you know he's not gonna make fun of you, he's not gonna tease you – not now. but you still feel ashamed, whether he says the joke or not; the joke has already been made and it's right here, standing in front of a stupid pink vending machine.

your head shakes on it's own, casting shame on yourself on it's own. the drink falls with a loud thud! but before you can kneel down to get it, a hand on your wrist stops you.

his hand is so warm and it's unusual, considering he tends to be cold almost always. he doesn't push you and let's you take a deep breath before you raise your eyes to his.

if his heart wasn't shattered before, it sure is now. your eyes are red and glassy, but mostly tired, so tired. there's no glint in them, dull and sad. his hand slips from your wrist to your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. "you did well."

your head falls back as you choke out a broken laugh. "oh, fuck off. i don't wanna fucking hear that. it makes me sick." staring at the ceiling, you shake your head again as if to rid of the words from your mind.

oikawa feels useless. he's been in your situation and yet, he can't think of anything good to say. he remembers how much he hated whenever people said that to him after their loss to karosuno. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat; everything he comes up with just makes him feel even more sick. he wants to cry because he doesn't know how to comfort you. how to make it all better.

"do you want me to stay with you?"

that's the best he can come up with. maybe just his presence will be enough when his words clearly aren't. but when you shake your head again, his heart sinks.

"that's alright. let's uh– ... tomorrow, yeah?" bringing your eyes down from the ceiling, you try to give him a reassuring smile that says i'm fine but it obviously doesn't work. you see the hurt in his eyes and you just feel bad. you feel bad for everything. you're upsetting people even off the court. you just can't help it can you?

"i'm good. i just need to be alone right now." you try again, squeezing his hand. his mouth opens but another voice cuts him off.

"oikawa!"

from around the corners emerges an angry looking iwaizumi. "here you fucking are. coach said it's bed time—"

when his eyes travel from his troublesome best friend over to yours, he swallows his words in an instant. you see the remorse wash over his face and you kind of want to laugh. it's all too funny in a fucked up way. "sorry for interrupting. hey, that was a really goo—"

good game!

he stops himself. fuck. what do you say in this situation?

"good game, i know. maybe next time it'll be a great one, hm?" the bitterness just oozes out of you without your consent, making iwaizumi wince. you feel bad.

pulling your hand from oikawa's, you kneel down to finally grab your nearly forgotten drink. "it's okay, really. i know what you mean."

another weak smile. a pathetic one. "see you at breakfast, yeah?"

oikawa shoving iwaizumi is the last thing you see as you're making your way back to your room. your hands still haven't stopped shaking and opening the door is so fucking hard. the key card slips from between your fingers—

breathe... in...

and out...

you kneel down and pick it up in slow motion as you're tunnel visioning on just getting inside the room. you hear the click! and you burst in, slamming the door shut. the ugly reflection is back and it's laughing at you and you can't do it anymore. your knees buckle from under you, hitting the soft carpeted floor as you weep. hunched over, you just look like a big pile of guilt.

clutching at your heart through your shirt, you cry and you cry, taking in raggedy breaths just to let out pathetic little sounds. everything hurts – your knees, your arms, your head, your eyes, your fingers, your legs, your inner cheek. you pretty much crawl to the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues before plopping right back down onto the floor. your nose hurts, too.

for almost an hour – you don't move from your spot, rooted and rotting into the carpet. it's pathetic. you think about how the others are watching the movie, shedding tears quietly but together, nonetheless. sick of your own actions, you push yourself up and change your clothes. you even manage to drink some water and wash your face in this half-alive state of being. a+ for effort, huh?

you bury yourself under the blanket, wishing the bed would swallow you whole instead. the tears have returned and you feel the pillow getting wetter and wetter by the second. you don't have it in you to grab another tissue though, letting the feeling of the soaked material remind you of your fuckup.

a floor and a few rooms away, oikawa can't stop pacing around. "but they said they didn't want me to go with them...."

"have you ever considered that people lie, idiot?" a tired iwaizumi replies from underneath his blanket on the bed. "especially in a situation like this. it's not like you were any better, you know."

oikawa just glares at him, although it's very hard for iwaizumi to take him seriously when he's wearing his matching plaid pj set. "but what if they get upset that i didn't listen to them?"

"but don't you wanna go and comfort them?" iwaizumi questions harshly. "don't you wanna be there for them? is your fear of overstepping more important than their well-being right now?"

oikawa thinks of your tired, sad eyes and his fingers twitch. "no."

"obviously, dick. go on, then. you have to be back for breakfast though or i'll punch you." iwaizumi states before turning away from his friend and disappearing completely under the blanket.

"you're so mean, iwa... can you not threathen to punch me every two seconds? i'm trying to be so good." oikawa mutters with a pout, grabbing his phone and his hoodie, ready to be your knight in shining armor. knight in plaid pyjamas more like.

"just go already." his friend grumbles and oikawa gifts him a small bye-bye as he's already halfway out the door. the next thing he knows, he's sprinting through the hallways, thanking himself in his head for making you tell him your room number the second he saw you this morning. he doesn't even take the elevator, instead taking triple steps up the stairs. he's also thanking himself for becoming an athlete.

knock! knock! knock!

dismissing that as just a noise from the room next door, you continue your sniffling but when the knocks repeat in a faster manner, you figure one of your teammates had forgotten their key card. so, ever so slowly you push yourself from the comfort of your bed and head over to the door while trying to wipe the tears from your eyes as to look at least a little bit more composed. you're even ready to crack a joke about them losing the card, desperate to disctract the person behind the door from yourself.

but it's not any of your teammates, nor is it your manager of your coach.

it's your oikawa instead – eyes wide open and slightly panting. "you said you don't want me here but i– fuck, how many steps can be between one floor..." he clutches his hand over his chest, the stupid comment slipping out all on its own.

for a millisecond, for a fraction of time, the corners of your lips turn upward but they fall just as fast back down, leaving you both just standing there, staring at each other.

your eyes look way worse now; way more red, way more tired, way more sad, way more dull than a mere hour ago. he should've come here sooner and he imagines iwaizumi slapping the back of his head for his mistake.

"you said you wanna be alone but i don't care."

his blunt statement catches you a little off-guard, your eyebrows furrowing but oikawa just takes it as a green light. if you didn't want him there, surely you'd tell him that right away but you've been standing here with him for a almost half a minute and nothing.

he takes a step, closing the distance between the two of you. he pushes his glasses up on his nose and fiddles with his own fingers and it's weird again. he's nervous. but this isn't about him – it's about you. whatever he's feeling right now is nothing compared to what you're feeling and he just wants to be here for you.

for a second time today, he watches your bottom lip wobble and your chest rise as you take short sharp breaths. and for a second time today, a pair of eyes feel actually comforting. he's not trying to burn you, he's not trying to take back time and alter your actions. he's merely observing instead of dissecting. he's ready to catch you when you fall.

and you do. it's hard not to when he's standing in front of you and looking at you so fondly. your head falls against his strong chest, hands tucked between your bodies as his firmly wrap around you. he takes another step inside and closes the door behind him with his foot.

he listens to you cry into him, he feels your tears on his shirt and through it, on his skin. your hands grasp onto the material, bunching it up in your fists and he just holds you tighter against him.

"you're gonna win next time, i promise" he murmurs.

but when you just sob out a but i wanted to win this time, his heart aches so bad he thinks he's going to die.

oikawa curses at himself for walking right into that one and this time he swears he feels iwaizumi slap the back of his head for real. but he has no time to pity his poor choice of words when he feels your hands clutching at him just where his heart is.

he whispers a quiet i know and you sniffle again. he starts drawing soothing circles onto your back with his palm and he feels so warm. releasing his shirt from your hold, you snake your hands around his body instead, burrowing your face even more into his chest and you faintly hear him coo. it's the first time ever that he's done it in a genuine way and it's the first time you haven't felt the need to punch him for it.

his hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you in your place as he gently sways the both of you from side to side. "i got you."

after some time, he feels you going slack against him and decides to guide you to the bed. he climbs in with you and safely tucks you into the crook of his neck and lets you cry some more as he whispers it's okay against your temple. he just hopes that he's actually helping, that his words actually have an effect. god, he hopes he's making it at least a bit better for you.

he is. he's doing more than he could ever imagine. the thick goo of guilt and shame seems to be draining out of you when you feel his lips brush against your skin. he just might be washing the it off of you with his quiet praise. his words don't sound condescending nor do they sound fake. he means it when he says that you really did do well.

the tears have dried by now and oikawa can feel your eyelashes fluttering against his neck. the long tiring day is finally catching up to you as your breathing slows. he rests his head on top of yours and presses your body indifinitely closer to his. the tips of his fingers dance across your skin, drawing little circles and hearts as he soaks in the sight of you relaxing against him under the moonlight.

"did..."

your meek voice makes him crane his neck back so he can look at you better, ready to hear out whatever complaint you have, ready to comply to whatever request you have.

"did iwaizumi send you?"

...

"WHAT?" it comes out way louder and in a way higher pitch than he'd intended it to. he immediately clears his throat but his eyebrows are still furrowed. "i wanted to come here, why would you say that..."

he still can't see your face clearly from this angle but the way your body moves, is telling him that this isn't you crying anymore. this is you laughing.

"are you– are you fucking laughing at me right now?" he questions, trying to pry you from his neck to confirm his suspicion. and he's fucking right. when you finally unlatch yourself from his body and roll onto your back, you have the tiniest, smallest smile on your lips and oikawa's mouth falls slack. "i wanted to come! i– i'm a good friend!"

it shouldn't be this funny. it really shouldn't because he is a good friend, isn't he? he's here now, holding you, comforting you; he came to you and you're now making fun of him. but you can't help it, the thought of iwaizumi "lecturing" him is silly in this moment. not that you doubt that he came here only because of that, of course. but knowing him, you just think he probably needed a push to actually do it.

oikawa holds himself up above you, observing the small freckles that adorn your face. your eyes are still red and still tired but... the small little glint is back. the same one that's always there when you make fun of him. or when you laugh.

"i literally ran here and this is how you treat me?"

"you're telling me it took you an hour to run up the stairs? i thought you were a volleyball player, shouldn't your stamina be better–" you poke at his chest (right where his heart is) and he lets out a very loud and a very dramatic gasp. "or did your boyfriend have to convince you to come over and console me?"

oikawa's lips tilt into a smirk, happy to hear you barking at him at last. "first of all, don't ever call him my boyfriend ever again–" he situates himself next to you, so his both hands are free. you should've seen this coming, too. "and second of all, you really oughta treat me better."

before you can taunt him with a good old "or what?", his hands are tickling your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as laughter bubbles up from your throat. you try to fight him off, hands clutching onto his in order to stop his torment but to no avail.

"i am... trying... to be.... a good... friend... and this is... what i get... huh..." he rasps as he continues soaking in the sound of your laughter.

"you're.... always... in it for something... that's not... a... real friend... tooru..." you breathe back with a grin and he stops. he doesn't take his hands off of you though, just resting them on your waist.

"you're spending way too much time with iwaizumi, you're both just so mean to me." he's pouting. oikawa is sitting back on his legs and he's actually pouting.

"am i gonna have to console you now?"

"yes." he deadpans.

...

you push yourself up onto your elbow and lean up to boop his nose. "you're stupid."

"no, you're stupid." he grins back.

he has his ways of getting you out of a slump, he always has. him sitting here on your tiny little bed, pouting and laughing is only merely of them. you couldn't wish for a better friend. his hands feel so warm on you and you're so grateful. sitting up, you slap your hands on his shoulders (which of course, makes him wince in a very over the top way). "thanks for coming, tooru."

he rolls his eyes. "pffft."

...

pfft?

"excuse me?" you glare at him and he decides that you and iwaizumi can never hang out ever again.

"i– i meant– yeah, of course. anything for you." he stutters out as you keep glaring at him. he then leans in closer, so much so that your noses are almost touching. "i'm really proud of you, you know."

heat crawls up from your neck and you feel the tips of your ears warm up, overwhelmed by the sudden genuine praise. but you can't let him have the upper hand. not now, not ever. he'll never let you live it down.

"your breath stinks, you know."

his eyes close with another incredibly dramatic sigh as he rests his forehead against yours but while doing so, he takes notice of your hot skin and the way you giggle, and translates it into your language –

thank you.

[moonswolfie]

Very interesting

Oikawa x gn!reader

I thought about an oikawa x reader with this dynamic:

so here we are, also you (the reader) hates him at first and have no knowledge of volleyball outside the basics

Today, you were dragged by your friends to a game of volleyball. They wanted to see some guy in your school they're currently obsessing over called Oikawa Tooru. They constantly rave on about how perfect and hot he is. You did become kind of curious as to what he's like, even if you didn't want to spend your afternoon at a volleyball game watching him.

As the players entered the court, you thought about excusing yourself to the bathroom and then just leaving. Sure, your friends are going to hound you for it later but you really didn't feel like sitting here right now.

Suddenly, all the girls sat around you started squealing and screaming Oikawa's name and you quickly looked down on the court to find a guy with fluffy brown hair and an attractive face smiling and waving back at the crowd.

Huh. So this is Oikawa. I mean, he is physically attractive, and you can see why your friends are crushing on him, but he just seems so vanilla. Just like every other "popular hot guy".

And needless to say, you dislike that kind of guy. They're always arrogant and let it get to their head when their only good quality is that they have a pretty face.

Now you really wanted to leave.

You got up, fully intending on leaving when you felt your arm being pulled on. "No, you're freaking not. Sit down." your friend pulled you back, and you sat down in your seat, crossing your arms and huffing.

Well, you can always distract yourself by daydreaming, you suppose. You tried your best to ignore the annoying screeches of all the fangirls around you but it was simply impossible. So you sighed, attempting to cure your boredom by watching the volleyball fly around.

Your eyes wandered from player to player, eventually landing on Oikawa. His face at that moment looked unlike anything you expected. It looked serious, intense, focused. A complete contrast to the flirty smile earlier.

His face suddenly felt real, now that he wasn't wearing a plastic smile.

Even though you don't know much about volleyball, you can feel the practiced precision in his movements. It's quite scary how he does so with such a calm, relaxed face.

It draws you in, and you hate that it does.

You don't know what kind of player he is, but he always moves to the middle after someone gets the ball up and he tosses it to someone. Somehow, you can tell he does the job well. Terrifyingly so.

It makes his carefree smile look oddly horrifying.

"Huh, maybe he is more than a pretty-" You shut that thought down before you could even finish it. You're getting too worked up over him. And yet you can't stop looking.

All of a sudden, his eyes meet yours.

You quickly averted your gaze. That must have just been your imagination, right? He has a game of volleyball to play, after all. He wouldn't look into the crowd of mostly fangirls during a time like this.

The whistle blows, indicating a time out, one of the things you can assume happens in a match of volleyball. Your eyes slowly travel back down to the court, only to find Oikawa still staring at you.

You jump a little, immediately looking away again. Just what is up with this enigma of a guy?! You heard a couple of fangirls and your friends scream beside you, wondering if Oikawa is looking at them.

You rolled your eyes, cringing at the behaviour of his fangirls. And yet, your eyes reluctantly moved back to him, and as soon as he noticed, he gave you a playful smirk, winking at you.

His fangirls freaked out, swearing up and down that he winked at them as you just kind of sat there, regretting looking at him again. You were about to shoot him an annoyed glare when one of his teammates hit the back of his head, yelling something you couldn't hear.

You huffed a laugh. That's what he gets for not paying attention.

You had quite a bit of trouble surviving the rest of the game, having to balance in between looking at the match and looking away to avoid making eye contact with him again.

After everyone around you suddenly began cheering the school name happily and the fangirls became obnoxiously loud, you knew your school won. You thanked the gods it was finally over and quickly got up, sliding through the crowd of fangirls to get the hell outta there.

You ignored your friends who were yelling your name, quickly getting off the stadium stands and making your way to the exit.

"Finally..." you thought as the exit of the stadium entered your vision.

You calmly walked to it without a care in the world, when you felt yourself being pushed lightly against the wall and hand making a *bang* noise as it hit the wall beside you.

The one pushing you to a wall is none other than Oikawa Tooru. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowing a bit.

He looked out of breath, panting heavily with slightly flushed cheeks. Did this guy seriously just run away from his coach and teammates to catch you before you could leave? His eyes had a wild gleam in them, one that made you feel like you were his pray. It was similar to the look he had in his eyes during the match. You shivered.

His face switched almost instantly into a flirty smile, and he breathlessly greeted you. The way he did that made you oddly unnerved. Is this how his opponents feel during a match, too?

He looked at you expectantly, confidently waiting for your reaction.

"What do you want?" you said, raising a brow. His eyes visibly widened for a second at your unbothered tone, and you smirked on the inside. "Oh, were you expecting me to freak out and ask to date you, perhaps?" you teased him in your head.

He quickly covered his surprise with another flirty smile. "Can I have your number, hmmm?" he said, leaning closer.

"And why should I give it to you?" you asked, turning your face away casually.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cheeks flush red with embarrasment. "Oh come on, you know you want to." his tone sounded significantly less confident, even if he tried covering it up.

"Do I?" you said, smirking a little. You watched as his face flushed completely red. Seems he was completely embarrased by the fact his flirting attempts failed. He must not be used to his flirting failing.

God, you want to tease him right now.

"Well, um- I..." the rest of the sentence died off, and you were left just staring at each other awkwardly.

"If that's it, I'll be going now." you turned calmly and walked away, leaving a malfunctioning Oikawa all by himself. "Wait! Where are you going?!" you heard him yell behind you, clearly distressed.

In front of the door, you stopped walking, crossing your arms.

"Oh, and by the way, fake smiles don't suit you."

You pushed open the door, not looking behind you at all. As soon as you knew you were out of sight, you laughed to yourself.

How interesting. Very very interesting.

This turned out way more mean than I expected lol

Somehow I don't feel too proud of this one... I kinda hate writing mean readers like this but come on the DRAMAAAA 😫

[2haetls]

AT HIS FEET : bully oikawa

nsfw under read more

SKETCH INFO : gn reader, smut, bootriding, bullying, technical voyeurism (oikawa knows issei is there..), kissing, slapping, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, dom oikawa, oral, consented recording， mentioned power imbalance, petnames ( little crow, slut ), degradation, bully oikawa, facefucking, college au/timeskip

nsfw/end divs by : cafekitsune !!!!

s : he was awful, you didn't even want iwa!

"dont be so.. mean.." You cried on your knees in front of him with your head hung, knowing it would be embarrassing for him to see you. your hands shaking in your lap at every tap of his shoes against the floor. he looked down at you with a soft smile, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. "im being mean? Oh yn, you've got it all wrong!" oikawa laughed, his eyes going back to staring at his phone. you grabbed his knee and raised your head. "i didnt kiss him!" you whined, placing your head on his knees. his hand immediately grasped your hair as he put his phone down, looking down at you as if you had done something wrong. "why not beg for me to believe you?" he said, bending his once straight back to kiss you. "actually, what you can do is ride my shoe!" he smiled, his eyes drifting down to your surprised expression. "You dont have to use your pretty little head for something like this." he whispered, tapping your head. his facial expression changing quicker than you expected it to. "waah.. kawa.. so mean, " you whimpered, tears running down your face as you began to hump his shoe, whining in a mix of pleasure and pain. your hands clutching your shirt while you listened to him talk,

"You're so stupid, it's so cute," he giggled. You could hear the sound of him taking a picture of your tear ridden face. "What if i sent this to the whole school?" he asked, placing his hand on his thigh. "Wait.. please!." You gasped, grinding harder as he shook his foot underneath you. the feeling of his shoe against your barely covered crotch had you reeling. he wanted you to beg for him to touch you. you began to choke on your sobs, "i.. gunna cum, kawa. so close" but he payed no mind to your warning while he untied his shorts, dipping his hand into his underwear. "hold on, stay still ynie" he sighed, you were getting too quiet. "kawa.. " you sniffled, your chest visibly moving as began to cry again "keep crying, slut." oikawa glared, squeezing the fat of your cheeks together. you hiccuped as he stood up "c'mon.. suck me off" he smiled, tapping his cock against your cheek. you stuck your tongue out, giving him access to everything, he placed his hand on your head and pushed you down. the sound of your gagging made him laugh, "everyone is gonna see this.." he said, pulling out and doing it again. you began to cry even more, placing your hands on his thighs, incoherent cries came out of your stuffed mouth as he continued to use you to his liking.

"You.. you're so annoying- uhn.." oikawa moaned, throwing his head back, the hand that was in your hair slapped you softly. "Swirl your tongue, you know what to do." he demanded, annoyed. you wanted him to listen and forgive you, You wanted to cum, he was so mean to you. "Hey! less crying, more sucking." he whined, slapping you harder than before. you closed your eyes and sniffled, trying to do everything he asked you to. he gave up on telling you anything and took it into his hands, fucking your face until you scrambled to get away. "uuhg fuck" You coughed, finally able to breathe. "i tell you this all the time. breathe through your nose!" he slurred, shoving your head back down. as the camera focused, it showcased the tears rolling down your face as you tried to breathe and the way you struggled to suck him off correctly. " you're pathetic. " oikawa grumbled, pushing you away. "i always gotta do the work myself, hum?" he asked, audibly upset. "m' sowwy. i really am, " you sputtered, looking up at him with glossed and fogged over eyes. he threw his phone behind him after he had stopped recording to fuck his own hand. "can't even get proper head.. even mad dog does a better job than you!" he groaned, throwing his head back as he got himself off. his strokes got faster, curses spewing out of his mouth before he painted your face. "ugh, you're beautiful like this, but you aren't good at anything." you shook your head at his mean words, trying to convince him that you weren't useless." i can do somethin i promise, kawa!.." you cried, hands coming up to wipe your tears. "dont touch! let me take a few pictures.. 'kay?" he smirked, watching it drip down your face and onto your chest. He picked his phone back up and took a few close ups of your face, kissing you in the midst of two of them. "see, you're much better when you're quiet like this, like the little mutt you are." oikawa sighed. he picked his shorts up and grabbed his stuff, patting your head. "see ya, slut." he said, walking out of your room, making a dramatic exit. "toru, you bastard.. hic" your breath shook as you wiped your face off, struggling to think. you could still hear him, as quiet as he tried to be, talking to somebody unimportant.

he was too mean, but you liked it.

[wonderoustime]

oikawa's love language is words.

by that, i don't mean just words of affirmation, adoration, or the like. sure, he's incredibly vocal about his love for you, calling you by the most annoying yet tooth-rottingly sweet nicknames (like sugarplum, honeybun, cupcake, snickerdoodle cookie, pumpkin, shortcake.... i'm sensing a pattern here...) just to — with a completely straight face — tell you how much he adores you and how absolutely perfect you look and how lucky he is to have you in the most embarrassingly adorable way possible (it always leaves you burning red hot in the end and infuriated by his stupid little handsome face not even being affected)

by that, i mean just talking to you in general. he's always put up a front for everyone else so that they can't see how he really feels or get any sense of his real thoughts. but when he's with you, all his walls fall down and leave him bare to your soul. complete authenticity fills every word that leaves his mouth because he knows he can trust you with his life and he knows that you will still care for him regardless of him being "perfect". the moments he talks to you are the moments he feels the most sincere love for you for accepting him as is and allowing him to feel freer than ever. he'd tell you about the mundane details of his day — how heavy the traffic was, the little kid who accidentally hit her own head with her slinky spring, the stupid things he overheard a group of teens talk about — just so he has another reason to speak to you.

inspired by a tumblr post my friend sent me a pic of.

[fvck-the-rest]

Remorse

“Awwww~ look at you and your dumb face. Your so fucked, I don’t think you even know what happened to you.” Whispering in your ear. He still hasn’t even pulled out if you yet- though he can’t right now. Legs wrapped so tight around him and shaking that he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

For the pass two hours he has been doing whatever he wants when ever he wanted to. Didn’t matter what way he wanted to do- it was done the way he wanted it to be done.

Turning you over what ever way he thought was fit for the best angles. Loving everything you have to offer for them, drinking it up with no remorse.

ATSUMU, SEMI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, kuroo, BOKUTO, SUNA, SUGAWARA, daichi, sakusa, dazai, MORI, GOJO, toji, rengoku, giyuu, tengen

-request open~

[kairismess]

:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ their ideal dates . . . (part 2)

featuring: bokuto kotaro, tetsuro kuroo, and tooru oikawa

🏐 genre: fluff !

✒️ word count: 641

⺌✧❀ bokuto kotaro

🦉 his ideal date: laying down on your lap.

bokuto loves being around you so often, he finds so much comfort in you that merely being around you is the best way for him to cool down and relax after an exhilarating match. you are bokuto's refuge from all the chaos and fast pace of the day... which he causes most of the time. he wishes he could stay in your embrace forever, nothing would make him happier than just being close to you, in your arms, all the time.

bokuto is a little bit of a spoiled brat around you whenever you indulge him in the hugs and cuddles he longs for, but laying down on your lap to take a break after practice is his favorite thing to do. can he help it if your thighs are so pillowy and all he wants to do apart from bite and squeeze them is to lie down on them and stare up at you, smiling like a dork and begging you to kiss him, over and over until he's drowning in your love?

⺌✧❀ tetsuro kuroo

🐈 his ideal date: tutoring you.

kuroo is a really nerdy guy, but he keeps it on the down low most of the time. he loves participating in class and reviewing his lessons when he's got nothing else to do in between periods–it's kind of strange to you, since your image of this boy before you met him was way different than the cute nerd you're dating now.

kuroo is head over heels in love with you, so much so that he jokes about doing your homework so you have no excuse not to spend the rest of the day with him–and he kind of means it, because he's that crazy for you. kuroo can never say no to helping you, he loves it whenever you come to him for homework help. and in his honest opinion... he wishes you'd come to him every time you needed help, he's more than willing to help you, and he really wants to help you pass and get grades you'd be really proud of. your success is his success, too–and as long as you need him, he'll be there; just say the word, and he'll be there.

⺌✧❀ tooru oikawa

🍞 his ideal date: sharing milkbread with you.

oikawa is volleyball obsessed... but he loves another thing, milkbread; and he ultimately loves you. his ideal date is sitting down with you, maybe during lunch break, and sharing with you pieces of his favorite brand of milkbread. he does admit (to himself) that he wishes he knew how to make it, not just for himself, but rather... kind of to impress you, just a little bit.

he knows he has kind of an ego and is put on a higher pedestal compared to others–he doesn't necessarily enjoy it, due to the pressures that kind of image has on him–but when he's with you, he doesn't feel like he has to act around you; he can be himself, a person, when with you. talking about your feelings with him and vice-versa over a good few slices of delicious milkbread is the perfect way for you both to release your pent-up feelings after a long day.

sharing milkbread with you and feeding you–sometimes teasing you and eating up the portion he was going to put in your mouth–are just some of oikawa's favorite things to do with you. he loves pissing you off, but he loves making you smile even more. to see you smile all happily after he feeds you and calls you cute when your cheeks look full and you look all happy munching the pastry down... it makes his heart flutter, just a tiny bit. maybe he'll make some next time, it'd definitely be your favorite milkbread from then on if he doesn't burn it, that is.

[theycallmebun]

don’t doubt yourself

kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader (platonic fic)

w/c: 473

genre: hurt to comfort

warnings: breakup w/ oikawa

summary: y/n is going through it and kuroo is a good friend

“y/n…”

“i’m sorry. i can’t help it, the tears just start coming out, and they don’t stop. it’s so easy to get stuck in my head these days,” you confess. 

“what’s going on, y/n?” kuroo asks. 

“it’s just…ever since the breakup, i’ve been overanalyzing everything that’s happened; all the things i’ve done and what i could’ve been better–what would’ve prevented this.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

kuroo knows how down you’ve been, so he brought you out to brunch in hopes of getting your mind off things. the effort was sweet, but nothing really helped because absolutely everything reminded you of him. 

it makes sense because for so long, he was your everything. you can admit that it was exhausting thinking about oikawa 24/7 and correlating him to everything in your everyday life. but that’s just how things go when you love someone so much. you think about them, and you don’t stop. it’s like a switch you can never turn off. 

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

kuroo is a good friend. he knows that when you’re like this, it’s best if he’s patient and waits for you to talk it out. he tries his best to be engaged while you’re talking or even just trying to, but the words aren’t quite there yet. 

“maybe if i tried harder or something. or if i were more forgiving. if i didn’t have such a stick up my ass, we would still be together,” you blurted out. 

“don’t be silly, y/n. i saw you put all your effort into that relationship and it drained the shit out of you. don’t pin the relationship ending on yourself. oikawa fucked up, ok? what he did was unexcusable,” kuroo assures you. 

“but i fucked up, too. why didn’t he leave me when i fucked up? why was i the one to break up with him?”

“because the two of you messed up on different levels. oikawa has burned all the bridges of trust the two of you built while dating. that’s why you broke up with him. you needed to, y/n. there was no way of repairing that.”

“no, but i could’ve made it work–”

kuroo interrupt, “i’m sorry, y/n, but no. he is a liar and a cheat. please trust me when i say you did the right thing. i know it doesn’t feel like that right now because everything is so fresh, but it’s true. and i know i’m not the one to convince you of that, but please cut yourself some slack. and please don’t doubt yourself. you’re independent and strong and you don’t need that son of a bitch.”

his words actually cease your tears. and they hold you speechless. 

“you’ll be just fine, y/n.”

“thank you, tetsuro.”

“of course. now hurry up and eat before your french toast gets cold.”