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#haikyuu x reader fluff
emmyrosee · 18 hours
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His phone rings once, and Kiyoomi smirks down at it.
You’re calling him, of course you are, why would you not be, and he sighs and excused himself before slipping out to the front of the building and answering the phone.
“This better be good.”
“Im crawling in your walls.”
He lets out a laugh and scrubs his face with his hand, “you miss me that much? I’ve only been gone for a few hours.” You whine on your end of the line, and he chews the tip of his thumb to stop himself from laughing.
“Kiyoomi,” you whine. “I didn’t give you enough kisses this morning. I’m feeling deprived.”
He cocks a brow, “babe, you gave me a thousand kisses before I left-“
“No, I gave you forty seven. I should’ve given you forty eight. Or a thousand.”
This, has him laughing. Laughing because never in a trillion years would he expect to let such ferality be allowed. What would 16 year old Kiyoomi think if he heard some person say “I’m in your walls because I didn’t kiss you enough”?
He wouldn’t believe him. He wouldn’t think someone would care enough about him to go through such lengths to be part of his life, a part of him, and he poked his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head.
“You can kiss me more when I get home.”
“I don’t want to wait that long.”
“I’ll kiss you back?”
This, has you stopping, and he raises his brows as he waits for a response. “You promise?”
“Of course I do,” he snorts. “When have I never not wanted to kiss you?”
“True.” You go quiet again, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby. I’ll be home soon.”
“…okay,” you finally sigh. “I’m gonna eat your drywall.”
He snorts again, “go for it.”
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iwas-princess · 1 year
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request: y/n and suna come back from an event that went on too long and she’s too tired to do her skincare and change so he does it for her? i love seeing the pinterest couple pics where the girl is sitting on the counter and he’s brushing her teeth and washing her face for her 💗💗 ty so much for your consideration 🥰
suna rintaro • love sick
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“wait just a second, princess.” suna instructed you, his right hand opening his car door as he spoke.
you halted your movements, pausing the action of unbuckling your seatbelt out of obedience for him. you already assumed what he was going to do, it was a unwritten rule of his every time the two of you went out.
your hands tuckered back into your lap as you watched him exit the car, catching him sending a wink your way as he shut the driver door, leaving you alone in the warm interior as he jogged around the front of the car, nearly slipping on ice ungracefully.
you let out a worried yelp at the slip of his foot, but was soon relieved when he grinned at you as a way of reassurance.
“jesus.” you mumbled to yourself, nearly having a heart attack just then.
rintaro walked it off like nothing had happened, smoothly recomposing himself for your view only. if it wasn’t for the freezing temperatures, you would have been able to notice the bright blush on his cheeks from embarrassment. but he played himself off well, as usual.
when he got to your side of the car, he hesitated slightly before opening the door. it would be cold out here for you, and you were exhausted, nearly spent already from socializing all night with friends. the sudden, harsh winter air would make you displeased and shivering for a few fleeting moments before entering the house, and suna just couldn’t have that.
he couldn’t have his precious princess be cold for any more than a millisecond or else he’s be very disappointed within himself.
deciding what his solution would be, he help up one finger at you through the window, signaling for you to be patient for one moment and he’d explain the change of plans later.
“what?” you questioned him, but he could only read your lips through the thick glass.
“one minute, baby. i’m going to go do something really quickly, hold on.” he halfheartedly explained.
you understood what you needed to in order to ask no more questions— both exhausted and lack of communication being a result.
your eyes followed him as he walked to the front door of your shared home, unlocking it and entering the house before shutting the door behind him after blowing you a gentle kiss for good measure, a way of telling you that everything is okay and he’ll be back shortly.
you sat back in the seat tiredly, the heated interior keeping you in a nice warm hug while you waited for him.
after only a few fleeting moments, you had forgotten about rintaro and found yourself falling into a soft slumber.
“c’mon, sweet girl, let’s get you inside.”
you awoke slightly when strong arms wrapped around your body, closely holding you tightly to his chest to secure and comfort you as he lifted you carefully out of the car, nudging the door closed with his knee once your were fully outside and safe in his arms.
“rinnie?” you sleepily mumbled, your eyes still closed gently as you called out to him.
he glanced down at you as he began to walk up the driveway, a small smile on his face at your sleepy state.
“yes, princess?”
“are we in bed, yet?”
he chuckled, causing his chest to rumble and you to whine at the vibrations against your body.
“not yet, special one. i’m carrying you inside— you fell asleep in the car.” he answered as he walked into the warm house, you wrapped in blanket in tow.
you stirred slightly at the change of lighting, the dark night sky in contrast to the warm yellow light the living room lamp provided becoming noticeable to you.
your eye were still shut, too tired to open them and welcome light in as you stayed bundled in your boyfriend’s arms.
“gonna have to set you on the couch, okay, pretty girl? i have to take our shoes off.” suna explained, his voice soft as he spoke at you, his eyes taking in your resting face.
you tiredly mumbled a barely coherent ‘yes’ in response, your cute cozy voice causing rintaro’s heart to swell and his stomach to warm up in pure happiness.
how he got to lucky with you was beyond him, but he wouldn’t trade you for the world. every little quirk of your’s had him tripping over his two feet in adoration, much to your disbelief. he didn’t care if you believed him though, because he could feel it in his bones the each centimeter of you was beautiful— especially now as you drool sleepyly in his arms.
he walked a few feet in front him, stopping to crouch down and ever so gently set you down on the velvet couch he had bought a few months prior as a anniversary present. your previous couch had been stained by your newly potty trained puppy and you were heartbroken over it, but as always, suna knew just what to do to cheer his princess up once more.
the feeling of a soft cushion cradling your head had you nuzzling into the feeling, rubbing your flushed cheek against a throw pillow that suna placed there for under your head before lying you down.
a few moments passed before you were scooped up carefully again, your favorite blanket wrapped cozyly around you, granting you infinite warmth.
“alright, princess. now it’s time for bed.” he sighed, relieved.
you were too tired to understand much, only the nickname kissing your ears like a song. but, you trusted that rintaro would do whatever was in your best interest no matter how sleepy you were.
he made his way to the bedroom, continuing to carry you effortlessly throughout the house as you slept peacefully in his arms. he often glanced down at you, finding a small proud smile on his face as he did so.
you were everything to him, nothing else mattered when he was around you. his only focus in those moments were taking the best care of you that he could and making sure you were safe and happy. all of which you seemed to be in this moment.
rintaro watched you thrive tonight as you spoke to all of your friends at the holiday party, and he couldn’t have been seen happier in the corner. his face held a grin all night, a proud smile he wore for everyone to see as they passed him by. the other guests probably assumed that he was one of two things: either high or just had the best sex of his life— but he wasn’t even close to their unclean thoughts. suna rintaro was lovesick, so lovesick that you surrounded his whole night— even on the rare occasion that you were out of his protective sight. you occupied his thoughts every minute, the way you spoke to everyone with such kindness and consideration, the way you let some of them cut you off mid sentence but were careful to bite back if someone off hand was said, the way you gave him sweet reassuring glances every two minutes to make sure he was having a good time and welcome to join your conversation whenever, the way you blew him kisses when you passed by him to go into another room— everything about the way you glew at that engagement party had suna feeling like a hopeless romantic.
as he neared the bedroom, only being two steps away from it, you stirred slightly causing him to gently stop momentarily to check on you. this allowed him to also use this as an opportunity to admire your unconscious state.
‘a true sleeping beauty’ he thought to himself.
your eyes were relaxed, an eyelid delicately draped over them like a blanket.
your mouth was open slightly, leaking drool that pooled in the corner of your mouth. the same mouth the suna kissed every morning and night, and dreamed of stealing more when he couldn’t.
but, as he stared down at you, he noticed how dolled up you still were. you still had your makeup on, a tad but smudged but there and your hair was neater than usual.
“fuck.” he whispered under his breath in realization.
the bathroom wasn’t too far from where he was now, just a few feet behind him, but he didn’t want to move too much in fear of waking the sleeping princess. but, he could manage.
carefully, he turned around as smoothly he could without swinging you around in his arms, his sockclad feet skillfully shifting with little to no motion beyond his torso. glancing down at you, suna nearly sighed in relief to find you still sound asleep.
he confidently but carefully took a few steps before making his way to the bathroom.
“rinnie?” you mumbled dreamily.
his heart almost stopped, had not been gently enough?
“yes, princess?”
you opened your eyes, blinking up at him sleepily.
“i still have my dress on and it’s uncomfy.” you whined softly.
he smiled at your cuteness but sympathized with your uncomfortable feeling.
“i know, sweetheart. i’m going to take you into here and get you all cleaned up and ready for bed, okay?”
you pouted but nodded slowly, dreading having to wake soon to get unready.
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after a few minutes of unexplained moment, you finally opened your eyes to find suna looking down at you as he cradled you in his arms. you quickly recognized that he was standing in your shared bathroom, the familiar dim light of the mirror giving it away.
“hey, beautiful. i have to wash your pretty face off, okay? you have makeup on.” he softly explained when confusion flashed your face.
“oh.”
he smiled and nodded in agreement before leaning over and eventually attempting to sit you up on the counter. little to no words were exchanged between you two as you repositioned, the action being understood by you quickly.
he reached behind your right side, sliding your cleanser forward before giving your nose a soft kiss.
“wait,” you interjected. “i need the makeup remover first before the cleanser…” you corrected.
he nodded understandingly, murmuring a quick ‘thank you, baby’ in return before correcting his almost mistake by placing the larger bottle of micellar water from near the light switch, next to the cleanser.
“this stuff?”
you hummed in agreement, a sleepy haze coating your eyes as he glanced back at you, taking note of how beat you looked. he’ll be sure to get you all nice and tucked in when the two of you finally lay down for the night, the best princess burrito he could muster.
rintaro leaned over closer to you, his strong scent filling the empty air between the two of you causing you to wake slightly but not enough to pull you out of your dozed off state. you’re eyes were open but you had zoned out within the few silent moments, brain foggy and peaceful. his catlike eyes narrowed at you, enjoying the beautiful sight of you so serene. it was like you were an enchantress, your beauty lit up his whole soul, opening him up with light and covering all of his shadowy spots with your glow.
“you’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” he mumbled. “all mine too.”
your lashes fluttered shut, a carelessly swift motion that sent suna’s heart on fire.
“tired.” you groggily mumbled.
“i know, sweet girl. let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?”
he briefly caressed your hair lovingly before turning the faucet on and squirting a pump of face wash into his open hand.
“one or two pumps?”
you hummed out your answer, a low effort attempt to answer him.
“what was that, princess? gonna have to speak up for me.”
“t-two.”
he obliged, dispensing another glop and lathering it to foam under the running water.
“now, you’re gonna have to wake up a little more, okay? i’m sorry, babygirl, i know you’re tired.” suna gently sympathized, his large callused hands wet with foamy makeup remover.
you let a light whine pass your lips, frustration and exhaustion bubbling in your chest cavity and threatening to flood the bathroom, taking your beautiful boyfriend with it. but, you obliged; opening your bloodshot eyes and being greeted with the domestic sight.
he stood in front of you now, only about two inches of space left between you. his hands were facing up, arms slightly extended to keep the soap from getting on him or dripping everywhere. rintaro’s eyes watched you intently, awaiting your ‘okay’ to wet your face and wash away the day.
but the only thing you could focus on was the scent that filled the air; suna’s scent. the delightful musk of his cologne mixed with fresh linens and a warm scented candle you lit earlier that day embraced your lungs as you breathed in, causing your heart to warm up and a small content smile to graze your lips.
“what’s that pretty smile for?” rintaro asked, his expression mirroring your own.
“just love you so much. feel like home…”
“i feel like home? or this house feels like home?”
you paused, inhaling the comforting aroma once more. this time his icy cologne overpowered the other smells, giving you a nostalgic feeling and a fond memory of yours clouded your vision.
it was late last june, the third summer you had spent with suna wrapped around your finger and this particular night just proved how true that started was. you were sat on this very counter top, your nightgown stained with the green clay mask that suna sloppily applied on your face. your arms were outstretched in front of you, your fingers gently tracing his face and leaving a thick layer of clay trailing behind them with ever inch of skin you graze. his strong hands rested firmly on your hips, thumbs rubbing the clothed skin lovingly.
“is it supposed to sting? because right now it’s stinging.” rintaro asked, his voice filling the silent bathroom.
you chuckled at his childishness, his pain tolerance low.
“yes, just slightly though— nothing harsh. it means it’s working, as long as it isn’t too bad. is it?” you replied.
he shrugged gently, his hands still firmly placed on your generously loved hips. oh, how much he loved your hips.
“nothing major or irritating. just… different.”
you paused the motions of your hands, focusing your attention on the tranquil expression that graced his face. as if he wasn’t already stunning…
his eyes were rested, gently shut and relaxed as you applied the face mask to his already clear face. whispering promises of relaxation and baby soft skin. he trusted you, allowing you to put whatever you desired on him without question.
“you look so pretty, rinnie.”
he chuckled, slightly flattered but used to your compliments by now.
“i bet you look even prettier, princess. my pretty princess.”
your eyes nearly rolled back in ecstasy at the last statement, your tummy infested with butterflies that had just got a sudden burst of energy. 
“my pretty princess.” you tiredly mumbled, the memory of that beloved night leaking into reality accidentally.
he furrowed his brows at you, confused to say the least but sure you had a good reason behind it… at least he hoped.
“what, dollface?”
“you called me your pretty princess the night we did face masks for the first time. don’t you remember?” you explained, hopeful that the memory was dear to him as well.
you and suna were both very madly in love; truly, deeply in love. so in love that both of your friends were so sick of hearing how much you meant to one another, hearing brag upon brag about how amazing the other was. but the worst wasn’t even in conversation— no, it was the way he spoke to you.
you meant the entire world to him, and he was absolutely sure that there was nothing that trumped you in anything; beauty, intelligence, kindness, affection— all of the traits that rintaro was sure you were the best at. his most fond memories of you were selected carefully, hand picked by himself going off of a system he called love.
anytime he felt like his heart was going burst, or when his palms would pool with sweat out of nerves, or whenever you both did something for the first time together— he would hold those special moments as close to his heart as he manage.
so yes, he did in fact remember the particular night you are reminiscing.
“mhm.” he hummed back. “f’ course i remember, sweetie.”
you smiled tiredly, your eyes hardly open but still trying.
“you called me your pretty princess.” you repeated.
suna’s cheeks tinted pink at the way your voice sounded, as if you were dreaming and he was everything you could ever wanted.
and he was.
“i always call you that.” he deadpanned.
why was that particular name sticking to you? it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for those exact words to slip out of his mouth when addressing you, so why were you so hung up on it now?
“yeah- but this was different. you said it like you meant it-“
“i always mean it. always.” his voice was authoritative, as if he was ordering you gently to correct your thoughts.
like a king, ordering his insecure queen to trust his love, demanding that she change her course of thought before he beheads her.
or at least that’s what your groggy mind concocted.
“but this was the first. the first time that i felt you meant it. i could feel the love and security behind your words, even if there were only three of them.”
rintaro was silent, his rough hands foamy and awaiting your approval to wash away the exhausting party. but, he couldn’t think of that right now. all that filled his lovesick brain was how beautifully romantic your soul was, and how it took everything he ever said to heart.
a few fleeting moments passed as he continued to think, a calm silence building in the air before a cheeky grin spread across his face.
“fuck, i just love you so much. you’re so damn fucking sweet, y’know that? my princess is so goddamn sweet and lovely. i just love you. so so much, baby. don’t ever change, please.” suna rambled, a large smile on his face as he spoke.
he placed a kiss to you lips, quick but enchanting before he finally quirked a brow at you, suggesting that he was ready to get this over with. you nodded, consenting him to clean your makeup off at last.
“wet my face a bit first. it’ll come off easier.” you mumbled.
he hissed out a ‘shit’ before rapidly looking around for a washcloth to wet and gently rub on your face to dampen it as you suggested.
you quickly caught on and told him to just rinse off his hands and pat the wetness onto your face before his hands dried.
“are you sure?”
“yes. it’s not like you’re dirty or anything. i suck on your fingers all the time, i’m sure i won’t get any dirtier from this than that.”
he smirked at the mention of his slender fingers in your mouth, suddenly craving the sight and feeling of it. but, he had enough courtesy to wait until before you drifted off in bed soon.
the action wasn’t sexual when you did it, neither of you saw it that way. it was more of a comfort thing for you, and suna sure did enjoy watching you so content just from suckling on his fingers. his.
with a small sigh of self-dissatisfaction, rintaro reached his hand into the sink and nudged the faucet on with his large ring finger.
“suna?”
he ran his hands under the water as he let out a quite hum.
“would it be okay if you could undress me too?”
“of course, princess. i was going to anyway.”
“really? it wouldn’t be weird?”
he furrowed his brows once more.
“why would it, doll? i’ve seen all of you many times, and i adore it. sexually or not.”
your heart swelled.
“what would i do without you?”
he chuckled as his hands turned clean and wet, taking them out of the running sink to wet your face with them.
“nah, sweetheart. the real question is; what would i do without you? my life would be so meaningless without a pretty princess to take care of. who’s door would i open? who’s food would i cut up? who’s pretty feet would i kiss and rub on?” rintaro questioned, taking a pause to place his warm wet hands on your face.
you sighed at the warmth, the water being the perfect temperature for relaxation. plus, his slender hands felt so comforting on your tired face, allowing your eyes to close at the feeling of your cheeks being caressed by your love.
“i love you so much, rinnie.” you mumbled. “thank you for taking such good care of me all of the time. i-i can’t imagine my life without you.”
he huffed out a adoring laugh, leaning down and giving your nose a gentle kiss.
“the pleasure is all mine, sweet girl.”
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torubeth · 1 year
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the clock seemed to be moving really slowly for some reason and you despised it. your phone was boring now. all you wanted to do was sleep and cuddle with your boyfriend. but it’s been two hours since he last talked to you.
“okay! just cover me and i’ll clear this shit!” he yelled into his headphones.
he promised that it would be his last game at least 30 times now and still he wasn’t quite done.
“baby, do you wanna cuddle ?” you asked, giving it one more shot. you weren’t even sure if he’d heard you over all the yelling and music from his game.
“sorry, did you say something ?” he removed his headphones to try to understand you better.
guess he didn’t hear it after all, “nothing, you can continue” you smiled at him and gestured toward the computer. softly sighing, you slowly pulled the blanket up to your chin.
“okay that’s my cue, y’all have fun” he switched off the system without a proper goodbye and rushed over to the bed and fell on top of you.
slowly shifting under the covers, he wrapped his big beefy arms around your waist to pull you closer to him and whispered “of course i wanna cuddle with you”
suna rintarou, matsukawa issei, tooru oikawa, miya atsumu, eren jaeger, gojo satoru (bro i srsly can’t think of anyone else fuck my brain but honestly literally anyone you like; and warning : it’s not proofread oh lord :)
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reverie-starlight · 17 days
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{peace - atsumu}
would it be enough if I could never give you peace?
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putting this down as fem!reader, only because there are some specific nicknames I wanted to use (pretty girl, sweet girl, etc) no physical descriptions though!!
very soft fluff, like disgustingly soft. this is loosely based on one of my absolute favourite songs <3
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“I feel so safe with you…” you mumble one night while resting against his chest.
it’s been a busy evening- going to one of his games and then to your work party immediately after. needless to say, the both of you are very tired. so tired that when you got home an hour ago, just past midnight. he had to help you get your pyjamas on and drag you to the bathroom before you flopped into bed and cuddled close to one another. you’ve been recharging with each other and focusing on some quality time you missed out on during the day.
atsumu feels his heart squeeze at the sound of your sleepy voice, soft and quiet and matching the persona you often take on when you’re exhausted.
he sighs in content and strokes the cheek not pressed against his chest with his thumb. slow and gentle. “yeah, pretty girl?”
you nod a little, nuzzling further into his skin. “you’re so peaceful.”
he freezes a little out of pure shock.
atsumu has never considered himself a peaceful person.
he’s seen his fans online lovingly describe him as chaotic, heard his teammates refer to him as energetic and sometimes hard to keep up with. he’s gotten abrasive, overexcited, intense… and what’s more, the lifestyle that comes with being a pro athlete is anything less than peaceful to begin with.
he still doesn’t see those as inherently bad qualities, even now that he’s older and doesn’t let his ego run the show anymore.
however he’s got it stuck in his mind that he could never give you peace. would it be enough for you? would you stay with him ten years down the line, even with all the flaws that he believes he is? he’s not easy to love, he knows it, but is he enough to make you stay?
and then sometimes you say things like that, making him question everything, things that change his own perception of himself.
“peaceful, huh? weren’t ya running your mouth this morning calling me a freak for putting my milk in before my cereal?” he tries to joke.
you giggle a little and he holds you tighter out of adoration. “well you still are, but you’re also very peaceful.”
he’s silent for a moment but he can’t help but ask, “how do ya figure?”
you do your best to word it properly. he loves the way your face scrunches up as you think of what to say. “I always feel so calm around you. more calm than I’ve ever felt around anyone else. and so extremely safe. I can be myself with you and I don’t have to worry about anything when you’re around because I know you’ll be there to help me if something does happen.”
he doesn’t know what to say, but you solve that issue for the both of you with what you say next.
“you offer me a special type of peace I didn’t think was possible, ‘tsum. you’re my angel.”
you make it seem so simple, like there’s nothing in the world that could ever dispute it.
he can’t stop his eyes from welling with tears. he’s always been an emotional person- he knows, he’s been berated for it since childhood, both teased and defended against others by osamu for it. he wears his heart on his sleeve and it wasn’t until meeting you that he considered it an admirable quality. he feels things deeply, and this hits him deeper than anything else ever has.
but you’re just as emotional as he is, so when you look up and notice him trying not to cry, you immediately tear up too. “don’t cry,” you sniffle, trying to wipe his tears while a few run down your own face. “I love you so much, atsumu.”
he sniffles as well, voice thick and full of love. “I love you, too, baby. how’d I end up with such a sweet girl, huh?”
you shake your head. “I’m not, I’m just telling the truth.”
he laughs through his tears. “and being sweet while doin’ it.”
he presses kisses to your forehead, mumbling small thank you’s against your skin. “for the record, I feel the exact same about you. my angel.”
you crawl up a bit so you could be face to face with him. you kiss him properly and taste the saltiness of your mixed tears.
“I didn’t think I could ever offer that to anyone. I’m not used to hearing it, so I stopped believin’ it.”
your heart breaks a little but you’re quick to reassure him. “well believe me. you offer me more than I deserve.”
“that’s not true,” he’s always so quick to defend you. “you deserve way more than I could ever give you.”
you smile a little bashfully and then pull a face he recognizes as the one you make when you’re trying not to yawn. “alright, sweetheart, we should get some sleep.”
he strokes your cheek and gently rolls you off of him so your head rests against your pillow. he chuckles when you immediately choose to rest it against his chest again instead. he loosely wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the top of your head.
you listen to his heartbeat and drift off. your breathing evens out almost immediately and atsumu thinks back to a time when you used to struggle to sleep around him.
he smiles to himself, wiping the last of his tears and whispers something you just barely manage to catch before sleep fully pulls you under.
“sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”
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peace is one of my favourite songs ever, I very much relate to it. and I think atsumu would too. I wrote this at like 1 am so if there’s mistakes, or if it seems very all over the place, blame it on sleep deprivation and devastating brain rot for the boy </3
hope you enjoyed :)
some tags :3
@emmyrosee @dira333 @luvring
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toorussoulmate · 2 months
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You’ve been telling them about your favorite show for a while now. They look at you with admiration, just listening to you talk, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts. They chime in with the occasional “Mhm” to prove they are still listening. You glance at the time and realize how long you’ve been talking. You stop mid-sentence, “Should I stop talking?”
They shake their head and smile. "Don't, your voice is very soothing.”
Megumi, Aki, Nanami, Akaashi, Kenma, Deku, your fav!
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a/n: Literally begging for you guys to send requests.
Likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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omi and his girly little gf <3
he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.
when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!
if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.
kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.
he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.
don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):
omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.
lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333
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strwbrryeyes · 16 days
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𓆩♡𓆪 ushijima as a best friend
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⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, growing up together, lmk if i miss anything
⟡ a/n: hi. sorry. im sick again. and writer block. i tried. im very bad at shiratorizawa.
⟡ best friend series: semi, tendou || masterlist
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best friend ushijima who you met in kindergarten when you fell off the swing set seat a few swings away from his own.
best friend ushijima who you immediately became best friends with after he got off of his own swing to help you up. he gave you his spare cookie.
best friend ushijima who you quickly became attached to causing everyone around the two of you to notice the dynamic of him being quiet and preserved and you being slightly loud and obnoxious.
best friend ushijima who took an interest in volleyball at a young age and who you watched in awe at his natural talent.
best friend ushijima who the first time you saw cry was because he was being made fun of at volleyball camp for being left handed.
best friend ushijima who you stood up for by throwing a volleyball at any bully (you didn't even play volleyball at the camp you just decided to go with him one day to avenge him)
best friend ushijima who signed you up for volleyball manager in middle school without asking you first because he thinks of you as his "guardian angel". you didnt protest you just found it as a way to spend time with your best friend and to not be bored.
best friend ushijima who ran into oikawa at a game in middle school and was in immediate awe at his hard work so when he went up to talk to oikawa to ask if he wanted to preactice together one day he was shocked to get an immediate no.
best friend ushijima who was still stunned by the time you walked over to him and oikawa so you dragged him away before waving bye to oikawa. oikawa became a reoccurring character in your lives but we won't get into it.
best friend ushijima who met tendou and immediately invited the both of you to his house to meet. you two hit it off.
best friend ushijima who again signed you up for volleyball manager without asking in high school but it was expected.
best friend ushijima who you visit at his dorm in school everyday along with tendou to mess with him.
best friend ushijima who made time his daily runs to make sure he's staying consistent.
best friend ushijima who in your second year of high school asked you how you felt about him becuase he had a suspicion that you had a crush on him. you did.
best friend ushijima who said he also had a crush on you but decided that you both needed to focus on your own goals first before becoming official and you agreed.
best friend ushijima who you still weren't official with but who would still buy you little gifts to reassure you that he still liked you.
best friend ushijima who in your third year of high school worked harder than ever on volleyball (until he got to the big leagues ofc) because he wanted to make a name for himself.
best friend ushijima who immediately went to you crying after he lost nationals. this was the second time you've seen him cry in all the years of knowing him.
best friend ushijima who after graduation invited you to move in with him while he furthers his volleyball career and while you further whatever your career is so you can still make time to see each other.
best friend ushijima who finally asks you out properly by leaving bouquets of your favorite flowers all over the apartment leading to your room where he was standing in a suit holding out a necklace with his name on it. "i've made you wait long enough, please do me the honor of being mine" "wakatoshi, you make it sound like you're proposing to me" "do you want me to? i can go get a ring" "no it's okay! of course i'll be yours" best friend ushijima who is now boyfriend ushijima who actually proposes to you after a month because when you know you know. it was even more extravagant than when he asked you out.
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yuquinzel · 11 months
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fluff ?? fluff. suna is a pining idiot, horrendously down bad <3 i just wanted to write for hq again :x
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suna knows —knew— this is a bad idea. this was a terrible idea. it has a snowball's chance in hell of ever working out. so how the fuck did he let atsumu talk him into doing this?
it's raining, has been for the past fifteen minutes. he doesn't have practice today, which according to atsumu is a sign from the gods this is his chance, suna isn't sure he understands even know as he waits for you.
this is all a big gamble— a toss thrown in the air to see if it lands on the possibility that you forgot to bring an umbrella today. despite knowing this is truly a shitty idea, suna hopes that whatever gods atsumu was talking about listen to him today.
and then he sees you finally making your way towards the exit of the school gates, and as you come to stand next to him, as he glances at you from his peripheral vision, grimacing at the pouring rain and muttering something that sounds like —fuck, why is it raining in may— he thinks holy fuck atsumu was right. this is his day.
he waits, maybe you'll pull out an umbrella from your bag. but you don't, and suna fist bumps internally.
if he waits any longer, he knows it'll only give the moment an air of awkwardness it doesn't need. he needs to get his shit together and stop chickening out already. so he clears his throat, hopefully catching your attention.
“it's really pouring, huh.” he says, and then cringes internally.
“hmm,” you hum, your gaze finding his when you speak, “it really is. i think it's gonna take a while, are you waiting for someone?” you gesture to the umbrella in his hands.
okay, this is it. “oh, not really. i just like the rain.” he cringes for the second time in five minutes.
you chuckle amusingly, and suna feels his heart skip millions of beats in one second, “i like it too, but i don't fancy getting drenched.”
“oh, uhm,” he starts, eyes resting anywhere but you, “we can uh, walk together.”
you smile at him, pretty and kind, “oh, that's alright. you want to watch the rain, right?”
fuck— is this rejection? he wants to say that no, rain is pretty and all but you're beautiful right now as the dampness from the atmosphere makes your skin glisten, he wants to tell you he has been trying for the past year to get your attention, and that he really wants to walk with you.
“i want to walk with you.”
hmm, did he really say that? the words were just playing in his mind— when did they leave his lips as they have a will of their own?
“oh,” you say softly, “okay. let's do that.”
you smile, and suna takes a mental picture of this moment. it almost traps him in a trance. it's only when you step out of the gates, the droplets harshly falling on your clothes that he feels his feet move without his consent, arm automatically reaching out to shelter you from the rain again.
“let's walk together.” you tug him forward by the sleeve of his blazer.
“i was waiting for you.”
he's not sure what exactly is happening— his mind and body aren't in sync with each other, he's doing things without thinking about it. his thoughts are no less than his words, as if the moment they come to mind, they're pulled out by this unexplained force.
“were you?” thankfully you're still smiling at him, and he feels relief wash over him, “that's good.”
“it is?”
“i like your umbrella more than mine.” you answer, and something tells him you're not really talking about umbrellas.
and when he's walking with you, side by side. scooting closer because you noticed his shoulders weren't protected from the rain, he thinks then, that it wasn't intentional, it's just you— the subtle brush of your knuckles against his, the stretch of your lips to a smile he can only call mesmerizing, the lilt in your voice when you say his name. you who frees the words from his throat as if they've been caged. he's not surprised anymore when they leave his lips before he can stop himself— i like you.
suna likes you. he's never been more sure of it. when you only take his hand in yours in response, your smiling lighting up in sheer awe, he has a feeling you also like him a little more than you're letting on.
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sunkeji · 7 months
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Hello!! If it alright can i request a tsukishima(+anyone else separately) x reader where the boys get a wisdom tooth removed so they're loopy and high from the meds and the reader has to take care of them?
a/n: I'm so sorry that I didn't get to your req sooner. If you're still alive and following my blog, I hope you have the heart to forgive me 🙏 also I'm trying a new format tee hee.
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Tsukishima
My guy is dazed. I'm talking about his eyes looking hazy, and he's just staring at you. He's literally just staring at you with this sort of confused and serious face, like he's trying to figure something out.
He's got cotton balls stuffed in his mouth to apply the needed pressure, which makes his cheeks look a little puffy. His face right now is contrasting with his usual stoic expression.
Of course, you're going to have to take pictures to show him later to use as material for your teasing and because he looks absolutely cute.
Now he's still high and kind of loopy from the medicine that they gave him so I'm sure he's still feeling sleepy. So you opt to take a cab back to his home, and during this time, he's gotten a bit touchy. He's leaning against your shoulder while slumping in his seat as he fiddles with your fingers.
Fast forward to when you're in his room together. You helped settle him down in his bed after helping him change into a set of comfortable clothes. And of course, he treated you like some sort of pervert for wanting to stay while he changed. You just rolled your eyes and faced your back toward him.
You wanted to make him a smoothie to help with the soreness, or at least some soft foods that'd be easy for him to consume. But before you could do so, he had gently grabbed your hand and led you to his bed.
He was acting shy now, asking you to join him in bed. He obviously wanted to cuddle since he got out of the procedure and was just thinking of ways he could ask you to cuddle with him without actually asking.
Give your tsundere boyfriend some love, he becomes clingy and less emotionally constipated when he's feeling sleepy and high after all.
Bokuto
Just like Tsukishima, except he becomes 10 times clingier and acts like an overgrown baby.
As soon as he's out of the dentist, he's drooping himself all over you. It's like he's leaning almost all of his body weight against you, and mind you, he is no small guy. So it's not unexpected when you get some stares after leaving the dentist.
So it becomes a race against time to get him home before he collapses from the drowsiness or before he starts getting rowdy.
When it comes to him, forethought is necessary. Like booking a ride in advance to ensure your arrival back home wouldn't exceed 15 minutes because, as sad as it is to say it, you don't think your boyfriend can behave for more than that.
And you reach home just in time because, as soon as you step out of the cab, he's sulking about something. You're not sure what it's about this time, but you attempt to get him into the lift first.
You're so close to getting him into his house when he stops dead in his tracks and starts accusing you of not loving him. You don't know how he ever got to that conclusion. You make a sarcastic remark that breaks the dam, and he starts wailing.
You're panicking now, trying to get him into the house before any neighbors start to come out and investigate the source of the noise.
So in a last-ditch effort, you shove him the littlest bit into the house and shut the door. You turn around only to see him on the floor, sobbing and acting as if he's in a soap opera.
You sigh and just go into his bedroom to prepare the bed for him and clothes for him to change into. When you're done, you call him by his favorite pet name and promise him you'll cuddle with him until he's sober.
He perks up at the use of the pet name and scrambles to get into his room to change, and once he's done changing, he grabs you and tackles you into his bed until you're both snug under the covers.
Now he's bombarding you with questions about questions with obvious answers, like whether or not you love him, as he's nuzzling his head into you.
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chimielie · 5 months
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cw: a lot of discussion of suggestive / nsfw topics, no actual nsfw, nonsense
related to this but can be read standalone
Hajime thinks he’s getting the hang of this.
Yeah, you’re annoying, much touchier than usual, wearing clothing entirely unsuitable for early November, trying to get him to snap, but it’s been manageable. Only a couple of times he’s had to rip himself away from you before things went any further than he trusted himself to go.
He’s rediscovered the simple pleasure of making out like teenagers, keeping all your clothes on and varying your paces. Just spending hours breathing each other in and kissing slow.
He might even—might—add that there seems to be a kind of emotional benefit to this weird mandated sex break. It lets the both of you talk about your desires with literally no expectation and a lighthearted, joking air that eases Hajime’s intense inclinations exponentially. It’s not something that either of you would ever want to do any longer than you have to or even next year (you’ve been very clear that you see it as some sort of strange extended foreplay, on your end), but its been… better than he’d thought, in some ways.
In some ways it was still hell.
Still, as the days pass and he doesn’t die of blue balls, he starts to figure that this whole challenge might be really doable.
Hajime lies in bed with you, eyes half-shut as the both of you wind down for the evening with your new routine.
Your lips are soft against his, his left hand cupping the back of your neck, the other rubbing slow, light circles into your back. It’s gentle, sweet kissing, not the frantic and heated interaction of more carnal relations. It makes Hajime feel—
His fingertips are buzzing where they touch you, strings playing in his head, his head fuzzy with your scent. Content, like he could stay here forever.
You push yourself up on your elbows suddenly, smoothly, and settle your weight more heavily on his stomach, your knees squeezing his sides. Your pupils are dilated but your gaze is tender, and he can almost feel rose-colored glasses sliding over his face as he stares up at you.
“I’m in love with you,” you say, voice low and throaty from long minutes spent exploring his mouth slowly, excruciatingly so, like you hadn’t since the first months you’d been dating.
Hajime moans.
Loudly and unmistakably and completely involuntarily.
He sits up immediately, pitching you off of him as you collapse in a heap of giggles. His face is burning, he can feel it, but your laughter is surrounding him like a too-deep featherbed.
“I think,” you can hardly breathe, let alone speak through your mirth. He’d throttle you but that would only make things worse right now. “I think you just failed No Nut November.”
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phantombriide · 1 year
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A HOME FOR FLOWERS (suna rintaro!)
content — x gn!reader. dad!suna. reader has kids, three to be exact. fluff!!!! just your little family appreciating you so much <3 i guess this will be a series bc im too attached to them all, but they don't have to be read as one. requests for the series are welcome <3 ignore mistakes pls
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"what about these- umm, chrys- chrysanthemums? yeah, think she'll like them?" suna runs his fingers softly over the delicate petals of the blue flowers.
"yeah maybe at her funeral." rina mumbles, continuing to gaze over the other assortments in hopes of finding one perfect for you.
"hey! can we not talk about my wife's death?" suna scolds his eldest daughter with a frown.
"no, like actually. they symbolize death."
riley laughs as her father's face falls into a grimace, redirecting his attention to another flower, presumably to one that doesn't signify anything involving you leaving his life.
you had a long week, tired out by your usual three twelve hour shifts as a nurse, but this week you ended up working overtime after your coworker had a family emergency. you appreciated the extra pay, especially since mailyn's birthday was rounding the corner, but you were completely exhausted.
you might even appreciate the chrysanthemums at this rate because you feel as if death was after you.
you came home earlier this morning, around 7am when suna was deciding what to make the girls for breakfast when you stumbled through the door in a pair of dark blue wrinkled scrubs, your lunch and purse in one hand and your dignity and sanity in the other. even a person without eyes could tell just how overly tired you were.
so here they were, making sure when you woke up, you would know just how much your hard work is appreciated in this family.
"daddy, can i have-"
"mailyn, baby please. daddy's gonna change his name if you ask for a kinder egg one more time. i'll get you one before we head out, kay?" the youngest girl lets out dramatic giggles at his joke, completely ignoring his pleas for a moment of silence.
"someone google flowers that mean thank you or someth- mailyn! put those down!"
when you do wake up, it's nearly six and the fact alone makes you jump out of bed panicked. the house is silent and that's never good.
you didn't think suna was incapable of watching the girls, never that. he was just as much as a parent as you were, but he isn't any quieter than they are. you should be hearing him chasing mailyn around or bugging the twins about how he forgot which one was which.
though, when you race downstairs ready to call 911 and send a few search parties throughout japan, you realize something is off, and it's not the silence.
it's how clean the house is.
you can actually see the floors, the coffee table isn't crooked, the dishes are out to dry and a few candles are lit.
what stood out the most was a clean vase, filled with orange tulips, perched on the island of the kitchen. intricate designs ingrained into the material, making the water inside of it look as if it was swirling. a small paper sat beside it with familiar handwriting and beautiful signatures that you adored so much.
"thank you for everything, we love you" in suna's surprisingly perfect cursive handwriting, courtesy to the amount of signatures he gives out on a daily basis. that's followed with signatures from them all and of course, mailyn's name with a backwards y.
you have to bite your lip to assure that you don't burst into tears right wear you stand. hugging the paper to your chest with a warm heart, you feel your fingers get wet with what you assume is tears that you didn't hold back too well.
nope, nevermind, it's chocolate from the half eaten kinder egg that sits beside the vase.
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emmyrosee · 3 days
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Suguwara with 8!!!
8 with sugawara… confessions 🥺🫶🏻
He stands in front of your locker for a concerning amount of time, fiddling with the note in his hand as he ponders the pros and cons of confessing to you.
Pro: you’ll say yes.
Con: you’ll say no, laugh at him, dump your milk on his head and walk away with no regard.
Koushi doesn’t know if he should risk it. After all, you have known each other for years, who would he be to ruin such a stable friendship with feeling that may or may not be reciprocated?
“Koushi?” Your voice snaps him back to reality, and he fists his note in his hand sharply. “You’ve been standing in front of my locker for the past five minutes. Everything okay?”
He says nothing. His mouth feels cottony and dry, and when he tried to choke out words, they only come out as squeaks. His brain decides to shove the note at you, his cheeks blazing with nerves and his hands trembling as he holds it. You smile softly and take the folded note from him, unfolding it and flicking your eyes up at him.
“Koushi,” you begin, and he could throw up right now. This is it, the rejection, the heartbreak, the betrayal- “I know.”
You what. “You what?”
You snicker, “I know; Daichi told me.”
Traitor. Koushi sighs and scrubs his face with his hands, “I’m going to kill him.”
“Dont- he saved our friendship,” you say, smiling sweetly. “I thought you didn’t want to be friends anymore, with how you were avoiding me. I was so hurt, until he told me.”
He swallows thickly- you thought he didn’t want to be friends? That’s the last thing he wanted! Especially if it was hurting you, and-
“What’re you doing?”
“Reading the confession.”
“Dont!” He whines, making a mad dash for the letter, which you expertly flick out of his grip. “I didn’t know you knew, it’s so embarrassing!”
“It’s cute!” You giggle, avoiding his grabs. “Gotta kiss me if you want it back.” He tenses up and his cheeks blaze again, and you laugh and ruffle his hair, “I’m kidding. I’d be an asshole to pressure you into kissing me.”
He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and laughs, letting you pull him into a hug, your arms tossing around his neck. “I feel the same way, Koushi. I accept your confession.”
“You mean it?”
“Yes,” you snicker. “More than you know.”
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iwas-princess · 1 year
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suna rintaro • christmas dinner
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“give me your hand, princess.” suna instructed, his own reaching across the center console and waiting for yours.
you obligated quickly, your ice cold fingers clasping between his warm ones, palms connecting in a warming kiss as he drove with his left hand effortlessly.
“oh, you are cold, sweetheart.” he pointed out. “here,” he squeezed your hand lightly before disconnecting his own and reaching behind your seat to grab something before handing the balled up item to you. “cover up.”
you furrowed your brows in confusion briefly before registering what he had offered to you— your favorite blanket.
“awe, rinnie, when did you put this in here? i was snuggled with it just this morning-“
“before we went to dinner, i sneaked it in while i packed the car up because i know how cold you get.”  he shrugged before looking away from the road to send you a wink.
your heart melted for him. he was just so sweet to you and treated you like a princess no matter how much you pout at him.
“that’s so sweet, thank you.” you gentle mumbled back, before unraveling the soft blanket and covering yourself with it.
“anything for my precious princess.”
“why are you so sweet to me? it’s not like i’m really anything special or anything…” you softly mumbled as you played with a stray seem of your seatbelt.
rintaro’s dark brows knitted together in deep confusion at your question. he had so many things he wanted to answer with, mostly scolding you for thinking so lowly of yourself after everything he’s worked up to for you to feel how you deserved.
but, yet, his answer remained as sweet as he always had been to you.
“because i love you, and you deserve to feel the way i want you to. everything i do for you reflects how my heart feels for you.”
the car was silent for a few fleeting moments, the air tensionless as he continued to drive the both of you home and you did your passenger princess duties, as usual.
the streets of your city was still decorated with christmas spirit everywhere, glares of red and green lights flashing through the car windows as you drove by. you could still smell the faint scent of your mother’s perfume was she hugged both you and your boyfriend goodbye after christmas dinner, hoping to see the both of you sometime soon.
rintaro loved your family, they loved him. they treated him as their own, even your siblings loved him like a big brother and could be found teasing him every time the two of you came to visit. you couldn’t wait to marry him someday, and finally claim him as your family’s.
“kay?” rintaro glanced at you, wanting confirmation that his answer was enough.
you nodded silently.
“words please, princess.” he gently corrected.
“i love you too, rin. so so much.”
he smiled to himself at you words, his heart growing a size larger at the sound of your voice.
he reached out his hand once more, opening it so your palms could kiss once more and fingers to embrace eachother.
“give me your hand again, angel. gotta warm you up.”
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bonniepop · 30 days
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character: iwaizumi hajime words: 1,000+ warnings: cheap sexy outfits, also a little mature! but nothing too bad. notes: here's a new one for ya!
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“fuck!”
you hear the steady thud of padded footsteps before a soft knock on your bathroom door. “baby, are you okay?”
you fight down the scream that bubbles in you throat. “perfectly fine, babe,” you muster, wanting more than anything to just rip this… this… abomination apart. and this kind of stuff was sexy?
“you sure?" your sweet, sweet husband asks. but your side is starting to cramp, you're getting hungry, this outfit is tiring you out, and you're running out of patience.
“yes, i am fucking fine!” you practically shout, taking a bright red ribbon from behind you. you angrily pull it through a lacy white loop and—fuck, no, that’s not right.
you wail.
the knocks come again, this time sharper and more urgent against the wooden door. “babe, i’m coming in.”
“NO!” you scream, flinging yourself against the door to hold it shut. “do not come inside! i mean it, hajime!” 
iwaizumi starts, "you sound like you are in a lot of pain—” 
“i'm fine!”
you can imagine what he looks like—backed away from the door and rolling his eyes. when you texted him that he had “a sexy surprise waiting at home,” you're sure he didn’t exactly picture himself waiting on the bed for the past twenty minutes and his apparently irate wife cursing her head off behind their bathroom door.
"sweetheart, can you just tell me what's going on?" he bargains.
you whimper, trying to find the right red string for the right white loop. "just—give me a—ah!"
“baby,” iwaizumi says patiently, "no offense or anything, but this entire situation is seriously turning me, well… off. can i just go to bed? i’ve had a long day.”
your fingers freeze in the middle of fiddling with the garment. after a long pause, you reach for the door and poke your head out, eyes seeking out your husband. he's standing in front of the door, arms folded over his chest. (you observe how tight his sleep shirt is on him now. you try not to drool.)
you sigh and pull your head back. "fine," you say in defeat, taking a few steps back. "come in."
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of all the scenarios he'd imagined, this was one of the ones iwaizumi lease expected to see.
to be honest, he'd half expected you to just stand there naked. a "sexy surprise waiting at home" entailed a lack of clothing, more or less. but what he didn't expect to find when he pushed open the door was you standing awkwardly in the middle of your spacious bathroom, donning a particularly bright and lacy… thing with a frilly skirt and frilly sleeves and way too many ribbons but wrapped snugly around your waist.
admittedly, it did very nice things to your breasts.
very, very nice things to your breasts.
iwaizumi tried to find the words. "wha—what—” he stutters, unable to think let alone form coherent sentences, eyes wide and disbelieving. the outfit was one thing, but the angry flush you had on your cheeks that made him—um… well, tiny him—stand at attention. 
overall, the visual was very... stimulating.
“what is that?” he finally said, his voice cracking at the end like it hadn’t since he was a teenager. 
you obviously mistook his breathlessness for absurdity and scowled. “you were supposed to come home to a sexy nurse,” you admit rather gruffly, gesturing to a pathetically crumpled excuse of a hat with a red cross lying near the sink. you fail to notice the way your husband was gaping at you, oblivious to the things you were doing to him by merely standing there.
“wh—how—” iwaizumi shook his head, trying his hardest to form coherent thoughts. “where did you even get this?”
“oikawa thought it would be a nice bridal shower gift.” 
"wh—you invited him to your bridal shower?"
"yeah. didn't i tell you?"
"i—you know what? i'm not even going to ask. for the bridal shower and the gift."
"good idea. both are very suspect." you shook your head in frustration and tugged at the messed up ribbons. "but yeah. this is it."
silence. you close your eyes and sigh.
"can you just help me get this off?" was what you meant to say, but didn't get to finish, because at some point in the sentence, your husband pressed his mouth to yours in a devouring kiss—how’d he cross the room that quickly?—and pushed you against the wall, grabbing and pinning your wrists next to your head. “hajime,” you breathe, and he drags his lips down her neck.
“you are so hot, babe,” he whispered earnestly.
“wh—really?” you blurt, eyes wide. “you don’t find this ridiculous at all?”
“oh, it’s pretty stupid,” he admits frankly, and you feel what the characters on the office feel when they stare right into a camera. “but, i mean,” iwaizumi continues, "i always think you’re sexy. you don’t have to… you know, dress up for it.”
your chest warms a little. "that's so sweet, baby."
“yeah, well,” he says, his cheeks turning the slightest bit pink.
“well, then,” you declare, “I should take this off and we can get right to it.”
iwaizumi grinned wickedly. “no, you know what? this might be fun."
"we really don't have to—"
"i’m actually feeling pretty feverish. what do you think I should do, nurse?” he leans in and nips at your earlobe, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine and to other, more excited places of your body.
you're quiet for a bit. "i'm so sorry, i know you're trying to turn me on and kick off this whole role play thing, but i'm trying to figure out what the medically accurate thing to recommend is."
iwaizumi stares at you with the blankest of expressions. "it's role play, baby. you play a role."
"yeah, but like, does that mean we can't incorporate any medical accuracy here? i'm sure grey's anatomy is somewhat accurate."
he sighs. "you know what, how 'bout we just take off this ridiculous outfit and skip straight to the sex?"
you nod. "great idea. let me just—oh my god, hajime!" you shriek.
without warning, he tears the outfit right down the middle, unveiling your bare skin. your jaw is slack at the sheer display of power. (also, this turns you on. by a lot.)
"now," he says, tossing the garment to the side and dusting off his hands. "where were we?"
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reverie-starlight · 4 months
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just some quick suna fluff bc I’ve been having strong feelings for him as of late.
gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff!!!! slightly lovey-dovey. still getting used to writing him so it might feel a bit choppy but he’s fun to practice dialogue with <3
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“rin, quick- what colour are my eyes?”
he looks up from his phone to see you covering your eyes with one hand. in the other is your own phone, screen lit up with some paused video.
“why?”
you click your tongue and his mouth twitches. “because I want to see how well you know me, obviously.”
he raises an eyebrow at that. “do you really think after all these years I don’t know your eye colour?”
“just go with it!” you plead, and then continue with a “please, rin?”
with all the confidence in the world and zero hesitation, he says “pink.”
the speed at which your hand comes down to hit the bed you’re both sitting on forces a sly grin onto his pretty face. your face is priceless and your eyes are as stunning as ever. it makes his heart skip a beat.
“I swear-“
you look completely done with him, so obviously this means he can’t help but mess with you some more. he puts on a bewildered expression acts like he’s surprised.
“no, seriously, I think you have pink eye or something, babe. I thought you knew already.”
you blink and the annoyed look on your face turns into worry. he watches you switch to the camera app and examine your eyes. “RIN!”
he can’t help but snicker and beckon you over to cuddle into his side. you do, despite being cross with him, and he soothes you with a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry baby, it was too easy. of course I know the colour of your eyes.”
you roll them and nod a bit, sulking.
he blinks and tries to figure out what’s happening in front of him before realizing there‘s probably something else going on. he thinks back to the paused video he saw on your screen earlier and recalls that it was one of those street interviews that tests couples.
he’s seen them, of course, and has always made fun of the guys who don’t even know the most basic shit about their partners.
and then something clicks in his brain. are you scared he’s like them? you should know by now that he’s not, but he knows that sometimes doubt and insecurity creep in against your will, so he holds you tighter and flicks your forehead.
“I know you like the back of my hand, eye colour included. I’m always paying attention to you, even when you don’t realize it.”
you nod again, but you don’t look completely convinced yet. he scratches his chin as he thinks some more of how to make you feel better.
plan A is to flirt, because as much as you deny it, he knows you secretly like the attention and compliments he gives you.
he tilts your chin up to look at him and smiles a little, examining your eyes. “yup, still the prettiest shade I’ve ever seen. I never get tired of looking into them.”
you can’t hold the eye contact for long (you never can and he absolutely adores it) and gently pry his hand off so you can turn away.
“stoppp,” you say in a voice that makes it clear to him you don’t mean it.
because he knows you and all of your cues and he’ll spend every day proving it to you if he needs to.
“getting shy on me? you were so fiery earlier, what happened?”
you knock your forehead against his shoulder. “shut up.” there’s a smile in your voice now and he doesn’t even need to look at you to confirm that fact.
“nah, I’ll keep going. I hate to say it ‘cause you need to be humbled sometimes, but you’re, like, really hot or whatever.”
your head shoots up and you gape at him. “I need to be humbled?” there’s the hint of a laugh at the end of your sentence and he just shrugs.
“hey, I’m not the one who gets off on messing with their partner.”
you gasp and do let out a laugh this time, hitting his shoulder. “yes you are, you dick!”
and you allow the slander because you know suna, too. this is his way of acknowledging that you’re upset, not bringing it up and bringing you out of that state without being dismissive. he always knows exactly what you need and how to make it better.
after a few more minutes of back and forth, you’re giggling into his chest and he’s just smiling up at the ceiling while rubbing your back. a familiar warm feeling settles in his heart.
“better?” he asks.
you sigh happily against him and he feels you nod.
“good, because plan B was pretending to fall off the bed and hoping you laugh.” he’s half joking, but if it really comes down to it, he knows he’d bend over backwards to see you happy.
you snort, but you feel fuzzy at his words. you seem to realize the same thing going through his mind in that moment.
“thank you.”
he’s not sure if you’re thanking him for cheering you up or for simply knowing you, but his response covers both meanings anyway.
“my pleasure.”
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he’s insufferable and I love him and this kinda sucks but in my defence I wrote it last night in like twenty-five minutes.
@dira333 here’s your tag!!!
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toorussoulmate · 2 months
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“Turn your alarm off,” you groan, and you cover your head with the duvet. The alarm keeps blaring throughout the room. You hit his back. “Wake up!” You groan. He starts to stir awake, and he reaches for his phone to turn off his alarm. You lay back on the bed and sigh, “Why have an alarm when I'm the one who wakes you up?" “Because it needs to wake you up,” he retorts. He pulls you close to his chest and kisses your forehead. “Sorry, baby." “You’re awful," you say, lightly kissing his jaw. “Awww, I love you too,” he laughs, and he wraps his arms around you in a big hug.
Sugawara, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Bokuto, Kuroo, Coach Ukai, Atsumu, Matsukawa, your fav!
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