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#aran haikyuu
lovaesworld · 3 months
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"she misses you." you brought the camera between your plush thighs, spreading your brown folds—clit glistening with slick. "shit. I missed you too, baby." aran freed his bulge, thick dick sprung out slapping against his abs with his tip spewing with precum letting out a shaky moan.
"go ahead and play with her, fo' me." aran groaned rubbing his tip with his thumb as you slipped two fingers between your wet folds. "ouu aran.." you moaned, you both watched you pump your fingers into your glistening cunt, biting his plumped lip at the sweet moans you let out. aran stroked his dick faster. “aran! i’m-shit!” your orgasm nearing as you curled your fingers deeper into your hole growing.
“good ahead, baby.” you let out a whimper trying as you begin to fall apart.. aran threw his head back dick twitching against his palm. “fuck!” his leg twitched shooting warm ropes of cum on his abs. “m’aran. ouu f-fuck!” you let out a pornographic rubbing at your puffy, pink clit legs quivering squirting all over the camera.
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hlxtn · 1 year
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classyrbf · 4 months
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SLEEP AID!
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SYNOPSIS...it’s late in the night and you can’t fall asleep, but aran proposes an idea that might help you
INFO...timeskip!aran ojiro x poc fem!reader, aran calls reader mamas, messy make out, nipple play, pussy slapping, fingering, praise, love bombs, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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You stirred in your sleep, fluffing up the pillow below your head while your boyfriend peacefully slept beside you. His quiet and small breaths should put you at ease, like they always do, but tonight they didn’t do that. For some reason, you just could not sleep. It was starting to become frustrating.
Aran takes a deep breath in, his hand running over her bare chest as he slowly opened his eyes to see you sitting up in bed. His brow raised, confused as to why you were still up. “Baby?” He groaned, turning on his side to face you. At the sound of his voice, your head turned. Did you wake him?
“Sorry, baby. Did I wake you up?” You asked, slightly frowning. You knew Aran needed his sleep since he always worked so early in the morning. Aran groaned, shaking his head. “No.” He reached an arm out to you, his hand touch your bare thigh. His thumb gently caressed the skin as you laid back down on your pillow.
“Why are you up? You okay?” His hand moved up your leg until he reached your waist, using his strength to pull you closer to him. His head rested on the crook of your neck as he closed his eyes, taking in the scent of cocoa butter on your skin. You always smelled so good to him. Not to mention, your skin was always soft.
Your hands found their way around his neck, playing with the nape of it. Fingers trailed lightly over his skin as he rested against you. “I can’t sleep.” You sighed. You weren’t even sure what time it was anymore, but it felt it’s been hours since you’ve been trying to get your eyes to stay closed. Aran slowly lifted his head to look at you, “why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” He questioned.
“Didn’t wanna wake you.” You shook your head. “I know you work early.” You stared down at him. Aran chuckled lightly to himself, placing a chaste kiss under your jaw.
“If you need something, tell me. I don’t care what it is.” He placed another kiss under your jaw, closer to your neck this time. He slowly sat up, the comforter slipping off of his body as he began to tower over you, his gold necklace swaying back and forth. His hand slipped under the oversized shirt you wore, his smooth hands running over your skin as he continued to kiss your neck.
“What…what are you doing?” You asked, a smile forming on your face. It was obvious what he was doing but hearing it come from your boyfriends mouth would be a lot better. Aran just hummed, his hands moving higher up your torso until he reached the mounds of your breasts. It was moments like these where he was thankful you didn’t wear a bra to bed.
“What do you think I’m doing?” He lifted his head, grabbing the hem of your shirt to bring it over your head. The cold air that hit your bare skin caused your nipples to harden. His thumbs ran over them, tweaking them with his fingers while his other hand ran up and down your stomach. The feeling sent shivers through your body.
“Aran, baby—”
“Shhh, just relax, mamas.” He took one your nipples in his mouth, wet tongue running over your skin, suckling on your breast. You inhaled deeply, basking in the feeling of pleasure, Aran’s free hand coming to play with your other nipple, tweaking it between his thumb and pointer finger. He let out a soft groan upon hearing your whimpers, only fueling his desire to make you feel even better.
You could feel the arousal pool in your underwear, leaving you squirming underneath your boyfriend. He lifted his head, leaving wet kisses from your sternum all the way down to your belly button, each kiss sending a pleasurable shiver up your spine. Goosebumps littered your skin, anticipating his next move. You looked down at him with desperation, the little touches and lustful looks he gave you were enough to drive you crazy.
You gulped as he dipped his head lower between your legs, fingers running over your clothed slit, massaging your clit with his padded fingers, massaging your slick into your fold. Your hips twitched at the sensation. “Stop teasing.”
Aran chuckled at your words, looking up at you from his position. “I’m sorry,” he cooed, running his hands up and down your thighs. He planted a kiss over your panties right where your clit was, the feeling of his breath against your skin letting your imagination run wild. “Let’s take these off of you, yeah?” He got up on his knees, his fingers grabbing the hem of your panties and pulling them down. You lifted your hips for him, making it easier to slide the fabric off. He tossed them somewhere on the floor of your bedroom, not sparing them one glance, his eyes focused on you.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded. You felt slightly shy, even if you have done this with him a million times before, his intimidating nature never failed to make you feel smaller. But, you did as you were told, revealing yourself to him. “Goddamn,” he whispered, but still loud enough for you to hear. He looked like a kid in a candy store, pupils blown wide as he stared down at your dripping pussy. He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in small circles just to see your cute reactions. “That feel good, mamas?” He chuckled, watching you bite your lower lip and stare at him, basically begging for more.
You nodded, watching his slow ministrations. Aran laid beside you, replacing his thumb wit his two middle fingers, still gently rubbing. Your legs were still spread wide, hole clenching around nothing and dripping just for your boyfriend. “Put ‘em inside,” you gasped upon feel Aran put slightly more pressure on your sensitive clit. A small whine left your lips, looking at your boyfriend who already had his eyes on you. Your gaze set upon his lips, hungrily looking at them before you kissed him, tongue swiping against his lower lip. You cradled the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper.
The make out was starting to get messy, swapping spit and tongues inside of each others mouths. Lightly slapping your pussy, you jolted at the sensation, pulling away from the kiss. Your chest was heaving up and down, body hot and sweaty as you watched your boyfriend toy with you. His breath fanned against your neck before he said, “watch my fingers disappear inside of you.” Without hesitation, he slowly shoved his fingers inside of your dripping wet hole.
“Fuckkk.” Your jaw was slack, eyes rolling back from the stretch of his fingers. He placed a kiss on your jawline, watching in ecstasy as the pleasure overcame you. His fingers were still, letting you adjust to them before he began slowly pumping them in and out, your slick coating his fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. Your eyes drifted away from the scene in front of you to look at your boyfriend. His eyes focused on your pretty pussy, pumping his fingers faster and faster. Placing your hand on his cheek, you forced him to look at you, starved for more of his intoxicating kisses. “Want me to go faster?” He curled his fingers up, not waiting for an answer and doing what he wished anyway. His fingers grazed against your g-spot putting a little bit of pressure on it each time.
“S-shit…” Your eyes fluttered shut, quiet moans and heavy breathing as your pussy went plap, plap, plap. He pulled you in for a messy kiss, biting down on your bottom lip. Your heart was pounding in your chest, dramatically. Every touch, every kiss, everything made you desire your man even more. How does he always do this to you? Aran felt you clench around his fingers as you drew closer to your orgasm.
“You’re doing such a good job, mamas,” he praised. “You always do such a good job for me.”
“I-I love you,” you said in between moans, heavily breathing as you stared at Aran through half lidded eyes.
He looked at you, scanning your features. “I love you too,” he whispered, forehead pressing against yours. His fingers kept pumping inside of you, hitting your sweet spot each time that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. The sensation was starting to cloud your mind and overtake your entire body.
“Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me cum!” You cried out, legs starting to shake.
“Let it all out, baby. I’m right here,” he whispered against your skin, pressing a kiss against your jaw. With those words, you let your orgasm take control, feeling the build up finally let loose. Your entire body was shaking as you held onto Aran, loud moans filling the room. “There you go, let yourself feel good.” His fingers kept moving at the same pace.
“Oh my god!” You threw your head back on the pillow, clenching your legs shut from the overstimulation, whining and squirming. Eventually, he pulled out his fingers, looking in awe as they were coated with your cum.
“Goddamn, mamas,” he chuckled. You huddled against his chest, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high. He licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of your juices on his tongue. "You doing okay?" His voice was soft and comforting. You gave him a nod, snuggling into him more. "Let me get you cleaned up."
Aran came back with a hot and wet rag to wipe you down with, climbing back on the bed only to find that you had drifted off to sleep within those two minutes he was gone. "I guess it worked," he laughed to himself. He still wiped you down, making sure to gentle and still getting every crevice. And when he was done, he grabbed you a new pair of underwear, sliding them on while putting the others in the wash.
He let out a sigh as he laid down next to you in bed again, pulling the blankets over you two and pulling you into his arms. "Goodnight, baby." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep himself.
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b1ackg1rl-mag1c28 · 1 year
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''Nasty fucking bitch. Look how you swallow my shit. Fuuck, yeah just like that. Take it all the way down to the base. S-shit. Stick your tongue out and lick my balls. Yeah, like that baby. You take me so well. Take it out and spit on it. Suck on the tip. Daammnn. I love this so much, keep playing my dick baby. Look at the mess you made, all that fucking spit on your face. F-fuck keep going, I'm about to nut all in that throat. I see you playing with that pussy, keep going for me. Freaky slut. I wonder if your parents know you like to have random men’s dicks in your mouth. If only they knew their daughter likes rubbing her sloppy pussy while sucking dick. Getting all your juices on the bathroom floor. I bet you love getting treated like a dirty bitch in heat. Shit, I'm about to nut, take it all. Swallow my fucking cum baby. fuCCKK I'm cumming all down that throat. Shhitttt. Open your mouth, let me see if did what I said. Damn, I knew you were a slut. Why are you getting up? I'm not done with this nasty mouth.''
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xenclev · 8 months
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For my prize, literally anything Inarizaki related💕
£ hcs of Inarizaki losing their kid(s) in a public or not so public area! enjoy!
tw: language, but sfw! :) children, mentions of kidnapping and abduction, panicking, & fluff! a name wheel decided the gender of the kids! tell me if I looked over something!
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£ Happens at a festival, which has got to be the worst place to lose anything... EVER.
£ The thing is that he let go of his kid's hand to buy her she wanted from the vendor. Then, he turned around to give her the little Hello Kitty plushie she asked for and–
£ She wasn't there?!
£ The worst-case scenario is the first thing that comes to his mind:
£ His kid was just kidnapped! Somebody swooped her up and ran off!! >:0
£ Drops whatever he was doing and immediately starts calling her name.
£ Oh, man. how was he gonna tell you that he lost your kid?
£ Hold on, you were with them when she went missing.
£ Definitely takes him a while to realize you're not there either, but when he realizes, he deadass freaks out.
£ Cause they took you TOO?
£ They fr just abducted his little family???
£ Bro starts wailing and yodeling both of your names, and the bypassers are wondering why there's a grown ass man crying and holding a Hello Kitty plushie.
"Aran, what are you crying for?"
£ His head whips around so fast that he almost gets whiplash, and he runs over to scoop you both up in a big bear hug.
£ You could barely make out what he was saying through his hiccups, but you told him that you had to take your 4 year old to the bathroom because she had to use the bathroom.
£ He ultimately feels silly for crying over nothing and holds his little girl even tighter.
"Aw, dry your tears away, papa!"
£ For some reason, the tears fall even more.
£ Moral of the story: going to the bathroom is a family activity.
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£ On his farm cause he becomes an extremely cautious parent once he steps off his property with his son.
£ He loses his kid in the most sensible way: playing hide-and-seek.
£ Ngl, he's a protective parent, so if he searches for the kid in 4 places and still can't find him, he starts getting anxious.
£ Once that happens, he calmly asks you to help him find him. He literally:
"Ya wanna help look for 'im, love? We should give 'im a good ticklin' when we find 'im."
£ Now, you think it's a game, but he's secretly on high alert. Heightened senses and all.
£ Saying he's on the prowl sounds crazy, but he's fr on the prowl. 💀💀
£ He's sniffing his son out like a wolf, and he's so close to his son’s hiding place.
£ The anticipation is getting to the 6 year old, and he stays hidden for as long as he can. Well, until his bladder betrays him.
£ The poor boy fr comes out from his hiding spot sloshing in his wellies.
"Um, dad. I... had an accident."
£ If you've played an intense game of hide-and-seek, you know what I mean.
£ Kita feels so BAD cause he hounded the urine out of his son, but at the same time, he's glad the boy wasn’t lost.
£ You both reassure him that it's okay and help him waddle to the house.
£ Big W for Kita.
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£ Dude would probably lose his kids in his own house.
£ Very clingy with his kids, so if they leave his sight for a second, he believes he lost them.
£ Just for the record, they're twins; one girl and one boy. Fate chose him.
£ He most likely lost his kids when he turned his back to them to fix them a snack. Then, he turned back around, and they had VANISHED.
£ One word to describe this man: HYSTERICAL.
£ Immediately, bro throws the snacks and frantically searches for them.
£ Cause where could they be?? How far could they go in that short time he'd turned around?
£ Checks nearly the whole house. Their bedrooms, the living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen. He even checks outside.
£ He comes back in after running himself ragged for at least an hour, but to no avail. That must mean...
£ EVIL SPIRITS CAME AND PREYED ON THEIR SWEET INNOCENT SOULS.
£ Yes, he's highly superstitious.
£ Ends up making the executive to march upstairs and consult with you.
£ He gets to your shared room and BURSTS through the door; almost slammed the shit off its hinges.
"Hun, they took 'em! Dammit! I warned 'em 'bout evil that dwells in the dark! The haints, sum'n paranormal!"
"Jeez, Atsu, can you quiet down? They just crashed. Tell me what the parnormal took with your inside voice."
£ Automatically notices that your kids are lying down with you, and all of his worries wash away.
£ He brushes the whole ordeal off his shoulder like a grain of salt and tells you nevermind.
£ This situation has occurred more than once.
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brokebrakes · 1 year
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a feeling of deja vu washed over me as yet another fan of aran stopped us to take a picture with him. usually, i wouldn't mind, smiling from the sidelines as he had a brief conversation with them. but today, we're celebrating our 4 year anniversary. we were already a few minutes late to the restaurant a made a reservation at, so when they took just one picture, i grabbed aran by the arm and dragged him away.
'woah woah woah! what're you doing?' he exclaimed, pulling his arm back.
'aran. we need to get to our anniversary reservations! we're already 10 minutes late!' i complained, tapping on the watch on my wrist. he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in a disappointed manner.
'i can't believe you pulled me away from a fan for some stupid anniversary reservation!' my eyes widened as i tried to comprehend what he just said. stupid anniversary? i looked back at my watch and sighed. i didn't allow myself to comprehend it, walking away from him in a silent fury.
'y/n, you know i didn't mean that.' he jogged up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me.
'let's just go, okay?' i muttered, not once laying an eye on him. i knew i was in the wrong, pulling him away from a fan like that. but the response was beyond me.
we didn't speak the whole way there, making it awkward when we got there. our usually full and interesting conversations were replaced with short questions and dry responses.
'is the food good?' aran asked, placing his hand on my free one. me being the petty person i am, yanked away and focused on the meal in front of me.
'yes, ojiro. thank you.' he paused for a moment, mouth agape. as i took a sip of my drink, he threw his fork and knife on his plate, making a big clang. i flinched, causing me to spill a bit on my shirt.
'what the hell is up with you?' he said in an exasperated tone. i cocked my eyebrow, making a confused expression.
'what now?'
'you never call me ojiro. you mad at me?'
'can we just eat our food and be done with this?' i suggested, patting a napkin on the wet spots. when he noticed the small amount of damage he did, he picked up another napkin and applied it to my shirt.
'my bad. can we please talk? i know this is about what i said earlier.'
'i'm over it! just leave it alone!' i replied, beginning to raise my voice.
'i can't 'just leave it alone!' and i know you aren't over it! i ruined our anniversary, i'm sorry, but i don't wanna ruin our relationship! just talk to me, please.' he took my hand in his, intertwining them. i sighed, my silent fury wavering as he kept unbreaking eye contact with me.
'i'm just being petty like always, don't even worry about it.'
'y/n. i was in the wrong, i admitted that already. can you just admit you're mad at me? i don't like you dismissing your feelings to deescalate shit.'
'fine! i hate how you wasted time on our anniversary of all days to have conversations with random people! i hate how you talk to them for way longer than you need to! i hate how you me feel like i did something wrong! and i hate how things this trivial get me riled up! i hate it! i hate all of it!'
i held my head in my hands, sobbing into them uncontrollably. i heard shuffling around me as i felt myself begin to hyperventilate. aran wrapped his arms around me, rubbing circles on my back in an attempt to calm me.
'sorry, this is so pathetic.' i said, choking on my sobs. he shook his head, caressing my cheek.
'nah, this is growth. we're growing, y/n.'
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hoeforinarizaki · 1 year
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A SONG FOR THEM.
Type: Headcannons + Scenario
Inarizaki x Fem!Singer!Reader (Whole Team)
Summary: You're a singer, and from a popular girl band. Sometimes, you just don't know how to express gratitude for your friends and so instead, write a song dedicated to them.
No Warnings! But Just Cursing From Me.
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Inarizaki:
Feral bitches alert, get your tasers ready.
Jk– anyways, basically at first they didn't know you were a singer because you never really openly sang to anyone.
...Or did so in general because you want to surprise your team. You've had a pretty hard time expressing your own emotions through words, like some other people.
And boom! One day came the thought of like...
"Why don't i just write some lyrics and make a song dedicated to them?" No shit sherlock could've done that like two weeks ago smh– 😒
ANYWAYS...so it took lots of time but you managed to get help from your bandmates to finish doing the song.
Ugh they're such good friends mine could never
And by 'it took lots of time' i mean in a week. I'm an impatient hoe leave me be *sobs* 😭
First of all, before the day of the surprise performance you texted Kita the night before and told him and the team to get to the gym early because of an "announcement".
He was confused on why you didn't just tell the GC but we just want to see them honestly /j
The moment morning came, you and your material gworls bandmates set up your shit and all that before the boys had arrived first.
Congrats, you made it just in time before Kita came.
Manz is NEVER LATE. Periodt 👏
He was looking at the music equipment like "who tf is gon' use all of this during volleyball practice"–
Boi not everything in gym is centered about you and your musty crusty team 🤡 jk i love you guys most. If you don't believe me look at my username.
The moment the rest finally arrived, the cue had started. Definitely not Suna immediately taking his phone out–
Nah actually he gon' take a video. You better prepare.
So now let's talk about their reactions...Kita may actually be the most emotional one to me for some reason. People say he's not much of a person for expression but..
HE LOVES YOU SO IT'S OKAY BABES 😍 okay lol i'll stop so let me just say it. You know that scene in S4 where Kita cries after getting his team jersey? Yep.
He looked like that. His eyes were ready to make waterfalls. But how you ask?
Ah, here we go. Of course you make meaningful lyrics.
And Kita was very touched by them. And because of that, manz was the first to realize the song was for them.
He's like, "You made this for us...? Oh. I'd have never thought you think of us that way" while close to tears I'M SUCH A DAMN SIMP UGH 😫
Aran's totally just looking at the scene while "👁👄👁" is just written all over his face lmao like rlly? You??
He's just gonna be shocked when you hit the high notes.
You're perfection to me shawty, whoever says otherwise shall face the wrath of the daddy captains– and no fr stop saying you aren't you're more than enough <3
So back to the boys, Suna's definitely just recording. Yep, i really can't leave that out.
Though you can actually see a small smile forming from his mouth because damn you so pretty up there 💞
Onto Atsumu and Osamu...oh boy.
If you don't like being cat called or disturbed in the middle of performances, you're gonna hate them /j
"LOOKING HOT BBY!" "FUCK OFF TSUMU CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE RUINING THE MOOD–"
Ah yes, the daily life of the Miya Twins ft. (Y/N) 💀
Omimi and Akagi just looking there, awestruck and love filled in their eyes damn i love them shdisishsjksks
Anyways, so the moment you finally get off stage, you are gonna be swarmed with men. Congrats, they're already part of your harem but you made them simp even more ✨️
Compliments coming from the twins, Kita looking at you thinking of a hundred ways to ask you of marriage–
It's getting too obvious i like him isn't it...it's true tho, he prob would be thinking of that lol.
Anyways, i hope you enjoy your fox boy harem 🦊💘
BONUS: Because the were mesmerized as hell by your band's performance they're thinking of recruiting your bandmates for their team theme song during matches.
Haha yeah, good luck dealing with that, main vocalist.
Scenario Time!
(Please listen to the song if you want! And read the english lyrics after if you want to know how emotional it is *wink*)
"I LOVE YOU!"
"Tsumu, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up.."
The sounds of booming music was heard from the gym, the calming sound of the bass along with the melodious sound of the keyboard right in tow. You were right inside– singing and conveying your feelings to the audience you had gathered.
'Even if my heart froze over, you would always be there to embrace me and tell me, "it will be okay".'
From behind his phone's screen, Suna sticks his tongue out at the twins fighting. "Hear that? I always comfort (Y/N) when she's lonely more than you two." This ticks them off. Atsumu glares right at the pussy hair boy, seemingly jealous.
"Shush, Suna!"
This keeps going on and on until the moment Kita finally tells them to stop. He just wants to hear your beautiful voice and nobody else's. Just– let him have a moment.
'And believe the world will change, it's so filled with kindness. So much that tomorrow will be dazzling, too.'
Aran had nearly begun sobbing. "What a good hearted girl." He quietly praises while watching you stand right up in front of the stage, with the biggest smile on your face as you sang.
"Can she be mine?" Akagi deadpans, stars almost coming out of his eyes. I'm afraid to tell you that you gotta get in line, (Y/N)'s already got these other boys–
...
It was done, the sounds of the instruments began to fade and you look to your team, soft expression never fading once. It was that time on that they had known you would never leave them, because with those lyrics alone, you definitely chose to stay.
Clapping. You wanted to hear that most. Because you tried hard to confess– maybe a bit too hard just thinking about the song, but it was worthwhile to see some of the boys's rare smiles.
Ah yes...both sides agree it was a real blessing to have you on their team. No take backs.
The song may have been short, but the time you'll be spending together with them will live on forever. They don't need the memories, but sometimes, exceptions can also matter.
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waka-chan-out · 2 years
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Ache
timeskip college au.
word count: 1.6k
content warnings: gn!reader, established (but very new!) relationship, chronic pain, lots of medication, technically hurt/sick comfort, first kisses, aran is the best boyfriend there could ever be
I wrote this with my migraines in mind, but I tried to not be too specific so my other chronic pain-havers would feel the love. It won’t apply perfectly to everyone (hell, it doesn’t even apply perfectly to me) but I hope you enjoy.
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The chalky taste of medication lingered on your lips the first time you kissed Aran. It was frustrating. You wanted nothing more than to just sit in the campus library and watch him color code his notecards, laughing when he asked you to help him with his occasional spelling errors. Instead you sat distracted, trying and failing to shake away the ache that had settled into your body.
The lights in the building were automatic and most had long since flipped off. Your room was still bright, but it was only because of Aran. The two times the lights had turned off, he had handled it. The first time he hopped up and waved at the sensors, yelling to try and get its attention as he did so. He tried the same trick again the second time, but it didn’t work. He tried to trigger it by walking across the room, but he rammed his hip into a taller desk and fell. He stayed on the ground as the lights thunked back to life, laughing but covering his face with embarrassment.
You laughed along with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stand and help him back to his feet. You hurt.
It was getting hard to concentrate on anything besides the ache. It was distracting, almost blindingly so. You needed your medication, but your water bottle had long since been emptied and the idea of swallowing dry made you feel nauseous.
“Hey.”
Aran’s voice was gentle, unassuming. Genuine. You turned to face him and he was already staring, brows heavy with concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked. You hesitated before answering. You didn’t want to lie to him, but telling people that your body enjoyed rebelling against you, making just the act of being conscious feel like a toll, was awful. You had told yourself time and time again that it was okay, that people would understand, but every time you had to turn down friends and family in favor of lying in the dark wishing you worked right you just felt . . . sad. Pathetic, maybe. Inconvenient.
“Yeah,” you said, and had to immediately clear your throat. “I’m fine.” Your voice didn’t carry the confidence it needed, but it was better than nothing. You tried to play it off and look back down at your notes, but the scribbled words wouldn’t register in your head. Distraction. Pain pulled you away from the things that were normal. The things that mattered.
“Nah, look at me.” Aran took a gentle hold of your chin and tipped your gaze back toward him. You tried to protest as his eyes searched your face.
“You look uncomfortable,” he said, then quickly pulled away. “Did I do something?”
“No! God no. You’re fine.” You tried to laugh it off, but it didn’t come out as convincing as you would have liked.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Aran. Do you want to finish up soon?”
“Hey.” His voice was cutting. He dipped his head down to try to catch your eye and you couldn’t help the small smile that came to your lips. “You look miserable right now.”
“Do I?”
“Absolutely. Lookin’ at me like you’re about to tip over.”
“I promise it’s not your fault.”
“I figured, but I had to make sure. What’s up then? If we wanna keep studying, I need your full attention.” He poked at your head and you squeezed your eyes shut. “And I get the feeling that’s not possible right now.”
You took a deep breath.
“I just . . . hurt. Physically. All the time. It’s on and off, but it’s pretty frequent.”
“You’re in pain right now and you didn’t wanna tell me?”
You didn’t respond. He rubbed your back in a gentle circle.
“Why not?” he asked
“It’s just annoying. For me and everyone else, I’m sure.”
“I’m not annoyed.”
You huffed and leaned against him. He pulled you closer against his chest. He was so warm and smelled so good. You folded your arms across your chest and tried to take a deep breath, but it shook on the way out. When did you start crying?
“I appreciate you wanting to look out for me,” he said. “Truly, I do. But—” He leaned close and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “I care more about you staying safe and happy than I do anything else. So if you’re ever not those things, I want to know so I can try to help.” He kept his face close to yours. “Now what can I do for you? Does medication help? Do you need a massage? I’ve probably got some Icy Hot. I don’t know if that’d help you.”
You let out a breathy laugh and sat up.
“I have meds,” you said, wiping at your eyes. “I’m just out of stuff to take them with.”
“You mean like a drink? Or do you need a snack with it?”
“Usually just water is fine.”
Aran immediately dug into his bag and hopped out of his chair.
“What are you doing?” you asked. He stretched and you realized he was holding his wallet.
“There are a few vending machines around the corner. Are you okay alone for a minute?”
“Aran, you don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to. Are you gonna be okay?”
You smiled.
“Yes, Aran. I’ll survive two minutes without you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“I’ll be right back.”
He pressed another quick kiss to the top of your head and left the room. You let out a deep breath and tried to look back at your work. You were still in pain, so it was hard to really zero in on anything. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his phone light up. You didn’t read the message he received, but his background caught your eye. It was a picture a friend of yours had taken after one of his volleyball games. He had hit the final shot to win the game and as soon as his team released him he came sprinting over to you, throwing his arms around you and nearly knocking you to the ground. You were laughing and he buried his grinning face into your neck as the camera clicked, capturing that moment of sheer, unadulterated joy. You didn’t know how he got ahold of the picture, but there it was, staring at you, and you suddenly felt the urge to cry again. He was so good. Better than you ever thought you deserved.
“You still alive in here?”
You turned to face him, unable to keep a smile off your face.
“I lived. Aren’t you proud of me?”
“I’m shocked and delighted.” He plopped down next to you and set his winnings on the table: a plain bottle of water, juice, soda, and a small bag of chips.
“Aran, all I needed was water.”
“I figured that’d get boring. I’ll take care of your scraps, don’t worry. Take whatever you want.” He shoved his wallet back into his bag and smiled in satisfaction as you reached for the juice. Your medication sat right at the top of your bag. You did your best to shake what you needed into your hand without him seeing, but he was too quick.
“Gosh, those look awful to swallow,” he said. His eyebrows had returned to a worried position.
“You get used to them,” you said, knowing full well it could still be really unpleasant sometimes. You tipped your head back and threw back the juice and pill as fast as you could, trying to avoid thinking about the awful texture. A bit of it lingered in your mouth anyway, reminding you that every bit of this process would always be unpleasant. Aran watched you silently, then leaned over and kissed your temple as you were screwing the cap back on the bottle.
“Stop that,” you said, suddenly frustrated.
“Stop what?”
“Stop with the head kisses.”
Aran immediately straightened up.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I just wanted to comfort you and that seemed like the best—”
You tugged on his shirt and his words died out and his eyes blew wide as he was forced to lean forward. He let out a shaky breath and opened his mouth to talk, but immediately shut it as you cupped his face in your hand and pressed your lips to his.
He was warm but his body was frozen like he was buffering. You pulled back just slightly, meaning to check on him. Before you could get a good look at his face, he took your face in his hands and stopped you. You felt him grin against your lips before pressing back into you. He was gentle but eager, so soft as your hands found leverage on his thighs. There was no hurry to the kiss, nothing desperate. Just satisfaction and a hint of that same joy you saw on his phone screen. He was so good, and he was willing to give all that good to you. Maybe that meant you were good, too.
He pulled back just far enough to lean his forehead against yours.
“I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said, voice laced with a shaky laugh. “Just didn’t want to push anything.”
You smiled and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before burying yourself against his neck.
“Hence the head kisses?” you asked.
He hummed in amusement. You could feel the vibrations against your cheek. He pressed his lips against your hair.
“Hence the head kisses.”
You stayed cuddled against him. He was sitting at an awkward angle to keep you comfortable, but when you tried to readjust he just held you tighter. He couldn’t squeeze away the pain, but the rise and fall of his chest, the reassuring arms wrapping around you made the ache feel manageable.
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aran birthday tag list: @kyosmommy @zbops @tanzaniiite @mysticmessofcrap @depressed-bisexual-disaster @teasingly-diverse
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haikyuofficialart · 1 year
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Team A - Ojiro Aran - Tachibana Red Falcons / Outside Hitter
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chaoticallytiny · 1 year
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How do I determine my favorite characters? Easy.
Step 1: Are they LORGE? Muscle? Fluff? Tall??? Doesn’t matter. They should be lorge 😌 THEY MUST BE PRIME HUGGING MATERIAL IN SOME WAY!!! (This is less a hard and fast rule than a strong suggestion lmao)
Step 2: Does their respective fandom tend to overlook them for other “more attractive” characters? If so, they may be entitled to emotional compensation.
Step 3: Are they full of love? Could they be??? Do they just want to be friends with anybody and everybody? Then I would gladly fill that role. (I am also a HUGE sucker for redemption arcs/found families)
If a character fits one or more of these criteria, then there’s a solid chance you’ve found one of my favorites 😌
(There are too many to fit here or in the tags lmao)
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throwback to when i was trying out digital painting and made this aran
[image description: digital painting of a realistic version of aran from haikyuu. it is a black man in a red t-shirt with his arms crossed looking down towards the viewer. end ID]
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classyrbf · 4 months
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tsumus-babydoll · 2 years
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MASTERLIST
ハイキュー!!
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work
drabble
atsumu
forever yours - m.
kissing him
fanfic
more to come
fluff
atsumu
family trip 
smut
more to come
smau
more to come
pics
osamu & atsumu 
on their way home - time skip
kita  & osamu
cheering for japans team - time skip
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katsukismelons · 2 years
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atsumu: im an idiot
osamu:
suna:
aran:
kita:
y/n: hopefully your not waiting on us to disagree because then we would be here all day
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katariinasworld · 2 years
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INARIZAKI
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ATSUMU
Single!father x fem!reader as pre teen daughter
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vengov · 9 months
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ex husbands who are absolutely infatuated with you still. you broke off the marriage civilly and you co parent your 5 year old daughter. whenever he comes around, he always asks his daughter to ask if he can stay later because he knows that you could never say no to your precious girl. staying late ends up with him in your bed, on top, with one large hand dripping in your essence, and the other over your mouth to not wake up your daughter.
- toji <3, atsumu, iwaizumi, bokuto, kuroo, daichi, ushijima, osamu, matsukawa, sakusa, aran, gojo
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