“Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer's evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.”
— Hans Christian Andersen
COLLAB MASTERLIST: will be posted as soon as i receive entries!
STATUS: ONGOING/ACCEPTING WRITERS
ABOUT THE COLLAB:
as a form of celebration for hitting my first milestone (🥳) and a token of gratitude to everyone who has showed and/or continues to show love to my works, i present to you: my very first writing collab!
♥︎ heart at home ♥︎ features living the domestic life with haikyuu, jjk, and aot characters. whether it's cooking dinner with osamu, doing household chores with levi, or even raising a family with gojo, it's up to you! as long as it's somehow related to domesticity, it's all good ◡̈
(sidenote: this was originally for haikyuu characters alone, but i added two more fandoms so hopefully more people decide to join!)
WHAT ARE THE RULES?
this collab is strictly for haikyuu, jjk, and aot fandoms.
only written works are accepted as of this time.
entries must be between sfw-suggestive (slight to moderate) only; no nsfw or explicit content are allowed. no heavy angst or related themes (a little pain is fine). poly relationships are cool. please make sure to indicate appropriate tags in your work.
any writing style or format is okay; minimum word count for drabbles is 250 words.
repeated characters are fine but with the maximum limit of three (3). after that, you may still submit an entry but it should be for a different character.
multiple entries are allowed; no anonymous entries!
if you'd like to change your previously selected character or withdraw your entry, please make sure to give me a heads up by sending me an ask so i can modify the masterlist accordingly.
WHO CAN JOIN?
anyone! neither your writing experience nor follower count matters in this collab. as long as you abide by the rules above, you're more than welcome to join!
WHEN IS THE DEADLINE?
there is currently no hard deadline for entries and writing submissions! however, if anything changes, i'll make sure to announce it on my blog. if you're not following me, feel free to check back in here as i'll put the announcement here as well.
if you still want a soft deadline, it'll be january 31st, 2023.
HOW TO JOIN?
kindly send me an ask with the character/s you've decided to write for and from which blog your submission will be posted. i ask for your patience in terms of response. feel free to include the domestic task you've selected to write. (e.g. hi, i’d like to join your collab! i’m planning to write timeskip!oikawa x gn! reader who are first time parents.)
reblog this post once your entry has been added to the masterlist. this is required.
once you finish writing, make sure to tag me, link this post, and tag your entry with #♥︎ heart at home ♥︎ collab (feel free to copy and paste this so it's tagged correctly!)
PROMPTS:
need some domestic prompts to help you get started? feel free to check out the list below! all credits go to the rightful owners. please make sure to visit their blogs first for rules and whatnot if you were to use any of these prompts.
10 domestic dialogue prompts
10 more domestic dialogue prompts
delightful domestic dialogue
domestic prompts
domestic/relationship situation prompts that make my heart warm
miya atsumu as your older brother's best friend. he was always at your house, half the time annoying you with his lame jokes. always poking fun at each other, making sarcastic remarks and such. neither you or him ever missed a chance to mess with each other. what you didn't expect is your bond to grow stronger and push you closer as you grow up, realizing your feelings slowly. everyone beside the two of you knowing of your feelings.
suna rintaro as the childhood best friend you always bantered with, never missing a chance to make fun of each other. throughout the years you grew apart a bit, but still making good friends. it mainly happened because suna realized his feeling not soon after both of you graduated and didn't want to give himself false hope with your secure friendship. little did he know, he was always your crush. you even wrote about him in your diary as a kid.
oikawa tooru as the hot guy you see at the airport. you certainly didn't look your best, because you didn't expect to see such someone before boarding your flight. you couldn't take your eyes off his mesmerizing looks, it was something he immediately noticed. at first he just smiled to himself about it, but he soon found himself glancing back at you. you quickly became each other's airport crushes that you gushed to your friends about in text.
almost halfway to reaching my first milestone! would anyone be interested in joining a sfw-suggestive collab if i decide to host one? it’ll strictly be for haikyū! hint: domesticity
pls lmk by commenting or sending me an ask or at least rb to boost >:(
angel’s note ▸ first fic in ages lmao rly short but i hope u enjoy <3
suna thinks he doesn’t know what love is.
it’s still early in the morning when suna wakes from his slumber. he’s the first one to. blinking away the sleep, he realizes the room he’s in isn’t his; it’s yours, and he spent the night.
outside, the breeze is faint, birds are chirping, and sunlight streams inside through the crack of the curtains, casting your bedroom in a soft, angelic glow.
suna thinks he doesn’t know what love is. but then his eyes land on your sleeping form, clad in nothing but a shirt—his shirt. and he thinks, he loves the sight.
you stir a little, and suna reaches out to move the hair from your face—an action he can’t help, and neither can he help the smile that spreads on his lips.
“hmm, rin?” rin. your voice laced with sleep, a bit raspy, but it’s sweet nonetheless. rin. he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue. his nickname so effortlessly casual, secretly reserved for you, and he loves that fact, also.
suna sits up to stretch, yawning in the process. “g’mornin’.” his own voice is still slightly gruff, too. it makes you shy, and you hug your pillow a little tighter, hiding away your face from him.
“morning.” your reply comes out muffled, and suna chuckles, because he knows you always get a little nervous the morning after.
silence embraces you, and the two of you bask in the peaceful moment. it’s quiet, except for the rustling of your fluffy comforter. you peek from behind your pillow to see what suna’s doing. oh, he’s just getting a bit more comfortable. that sets your heart at ease; you don’t want this moment to end just yet.
even though your face is still mostly obscured by the pillow, he glances down at you, but you’re already eyeing him, so he holds your stare. he is really handsome, you think, with his dark, messy hair, tired eyes, and shirtless back leaning against your headboard. and then he grins at you, and you feel it’s unfair. he’s perfect, unfairly so, and you hate him for it.
but suna grins, because it’s you, and he loves you. he’s in love with you.
so, maybe suna does know what love is. when you’re around, love is in all the little things.
just wondering if you’d think yuuta would be jealous of the first years getting too comfy with s/o like maybe one time s/o called out “yuu” both yuuji & yuuta respond & they’re like 👁👄👁
𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 | 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀.
you’re sweet, it’s yuuta’s favorite thing about you—a little too sweet at times, but it’s lovable all the same. and yuuta has grown some, he’s not as much of the timid young boy as he used to be. fighting curses and seeing the things he has and training as vigorously as he does is enough to toughen anyone up, and he’s no exception. but still, he’s always remained your kind, sweet, sensitive little yuuta deep down.
and then there’s yuji. yuji is too perfect for his own good. he’s too easy to befriend, too easy to trust, too easy to grow fond of, and too easy to love.
he’s kind, sweet, sensitive, and magnetic. now that’s a deadly combination if he’s ever seen one, and if the way your eyes brighten when you see yuji is anything to base it off of, yuuta would say you think so too.
“yuu,” you call out, a small grin on your face as you approach yuuta and the pink-haired boy beside him, and when both of their heads snap to your direction, yuuta can’t help but feel his stomach churn. “oh,” you pause, blinking for a moment before giggling, “i meant him,” you point to yuuta.
he’s a tad bit relieved that it’s him you’re looking for, or he thinks the churning in his stomach would be infinitely worse. but then yuji smiles bashfully, looks down and lets out a nervous chuckle as he blushes, and then yuuta’s fists clench just a little.
yuji seems rather fond of you, fond enough that it makes yuuta’s heart plummet—and truth be told, it also makes his blood boil just a little.
“oops,” his younger classmate huffs out a soft laugh, “guess i got ahead of myself there,” he murmurs.
“aww, yuji,” you tease, and much to yuuta’s horror, you’re reaching over to pinch itadori’s cheek, and he’s left to wonder—when had you gotten so comfortable that causal touches were a part of the norm? “if you want a nickname you can just say so.”
“that’s not what i meant,” itadori mumbles shyly. “i just…you know…yuji? yuu? i thought it was for me for a second there.”
“it was for yuuta. for me,” yuuta cuts in, and he has to dig his nails into his palm as he clenches his fists, watching you smile gently to itadori. it’s okay, your expression reads, almost like you’re reassuring the boy—but it’s not okay.
your yuu is him—yuuta. not yuji. you’re here for him, to see him, to smile at him and grab his hand and tug him along as he follows. but you’re staring at itadori fondly, and it’s starting to hurt just a little.
“well we can’t both be yuu,” itadori laughs good-naturedly, and if he wasn’t such a gentle soul, yuuta wonders if he’d hate the boy. but there’s no hating itadori yuji—he’s much too good deep in his soul to be hated. “i’ll leave you two alone then,” he hums, patting your head with a happy smile before he’s off.
the touch isn’t even to him, but yuuta feels his skin burn, prickling at every inch as his heart drops.
you turn to him, beaming as your arms nestle their way around his neck, and even if not enough, there’s still some comfort in the action.
“hi baby,” you murmur, pressing a soft peck to his jaw, “i was looking for you.”
and this is silly—this is small, and not that big of a deal, and not even your fault, but yuuta can’t help the doubts that slowly plague his mind. he can’t fight the voices that hunch over his back and whisper into his ear, drowning out the sound of your voice before you can make it all better.
“me?” he asks, and there’s an edge to his voice that almost says he doesn’t believe you. your brows furrow just a little, your hand sliding to cup his cheek and tilt his face to look at you better.
“yes you, silly,” you huff out a small laugh, “who else?”
yuuta wants to mutter that evidently, it could seem like a certain someone, but he doesn’t have the heart to ever be grouchy with you. so he swallows his insecurities, tries to bury them in the deepest of crevices in his mind so they won’t be dug up again—but it’s like he’s digging into concrete, and the ground is too tough, just won’t break to let him shove his feelings down.
“no one,” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes.
and if you decided one day that itadori yuji was the boy of your dreams, that he was the one who could paint your skies and hang the stars just how you’d like them, yuuta doesn’t think he’d be surprised. if itadori is a swirl of vivid shades, colors that could brighten your world and bring you to life—yuuta thinks he pales in comparison, dim hues muddled together that could never show you the world through scenery as breathtaking.
but then your thumb trails over his cheek, tracing the soft curve of his face before hooking under his chin and pulling his face a little closer. he settles for looking at your lips, not yet ready to meet your gaze.
“what’s wrong, baby? what’s got you so down, hmm?” your voice is concerned, a soft breath that rolls off your tongue and soothes over the aches, placating them so easily—but he’s left to wonder: how long?
how long can you keep up the facade that he’s enough for you to happily crave more and more of? how long can you keep looking him in the eyes and getting lost in their depths? how long before enough is simply not enough any longer?
he doesn’t voice his concerns. “nothing,” he shrugs instead. “what are you—”
“don’t say nothing,” you sigh quietly, and by now, your hand has wandered past his shoulder to bury into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently as you twirl the strands of dark locks around your fingers. “it can’t be nothing, you know. no one knows you better than me,” you say with a sense of pride in your voice.
there’s a small bit of hope in that—a small part of him that revels in the victory of knowing you’re prideful that you see past him and catch glimpses no one else can. so he lets himself be vulnerable with you—because even with his doubts, he’s still you’re kind, sweet, sensitive little yuuta.
“just…didn’t know you and itadori knew each other so well,” he finally mumbles. it’s silent for a moment, and yuuta starts to accept that maybe you’re going to say what he knows is inevitably coming after all.
anyone would love to know itadori yuji like that—why should you be an exception?
yuuta wishes it was before he fell so hopelessly for you, wishes it was before the sound of your laugh was a melody he knew by heart—it’d hurt less, it wouldn’t make his lip wobble the way it’s wobbling right now.
“oh, baby,” you chuckle, cupping his face with both your hands, squeezing them together as you pull his forehead to yours, “you don’t have to be jealous. he’s just yuji.”
you offer him a sweet smile and eyes full of light, and he offers you a teary-eyed tilt of his head in confusion.
“but—”
“but you’re yuuta. you’re my yuu,” you whisper against his mouth, breath fanning over his skin before you press a delicate peck onto his lips. it’s short, a little too quick for his liking, but it makes him shiver nonetheless. “and i love you, my pretty boy.”
one more peck to his lip, then two, and then you’re kissing him deeply, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your hips before your arms wrap around his neck once more. he pulls you closer on instinct, and even if yuuta sees himself a muddle of colors, he feels bright hues seep through your lips and color him new—and it’s enough.
he thinks it’s enough, even if just for now.
“you were looking for me?” he asks breathlessly one more time as he pulls away, just to be sure. you watch as his eyes lighten a shade as you nod, smiling when his arms wrap impossibly tighter around you.
“of course, i was,” you press a kiss to his jaw, “who else?”
can’t stop thinking about eren having the bitchiest attitude when he’s out in public but the complete opposite when in private. like when you two hang out with friends he’ll just have a sour face, barely speaking except for when you say something, you can see his expression soften a bit. always with an arm around your shoulder or a hand on your thigh to show the smallest bit of affection. however, when you two get home this man is a puppy, so needy for all of your attention. “baby pleeeease come sit with me” “i’m gonna start crying if you don’t come take a shower with me” “why won’t you let me help make dinner, i promise the food won’t catch on fire this time” he’ll whine until you break, eren just wants to be around you 24/7.
your best friend takes you up on your offer and puts you in your place ’cus you just can’t seem to shut up.
character ▸ satoru gojo
wc ▸ 0.8k
contains ▸ nsfw / fem!reader / virgin!reader / bratty sub!reader / mean dom!gojo / dubcon / petname (good girl) / slight choking / slight dacryphilia (?) / brat taming / fingering / implied virginity loss / slight overstimulation / begging / all characters are 18+ / mdni
it’s nearing midnight when you’re hanging out with your best friend. laying in his bed and listening to gojo as he’s been talking your ear off, bragging about how easy he bagged a girl, you can’t help but roll your eyes for the nth time this night. “satoru, shut up,” you groan, “i don’t care about your latest fuck.” you stop scrolling through your phone after you hear him scoff, but ultimately decides to keep his mouth shut.
you feel like messing with him a little. “satoru,” you begin, waiting before you carry on to see if you have his attention.
“hmm?” he doesn’t face you, playing with his own phone instead.
you continue, “have you ever even made a girl come before?”
gojo stops in his tracks. after a pause, he turns to look at you incredulously. “you fuckin’ with me?” he sounds unamused.
“sorry. hit a nerve?” you offer him a small, apologetic smile, but he sees right through you.
with a pointed look, he decides to play along for a little. “what gives?”
you act like you’re pondering, shrugging your shoulders eventually, “dunno. you jus’ seem like it. like, all talk, y’know.” gojo keeps his eyes on you but doesn’t say anything. this motivates you to push his buttons even more. “maybe i need to see it for myself,” you drawl, and a giggle escapes your lips.
“don’t push it, y/n,” gojo warns you, but you disregard his warning.
“sa. to. ruu,” you taunt back instead.
“y/n.” he’s being serious.
you falter for a second, but the devil on your right shoulder convinces you, what’s he gonna do?
“maybe you should fuck me. just for proof, of course.”
“oh?” his voice lowers an octave.
you shoot him the most innocent smile you could fake. “you won’t do it, though.”
“’m getting real fed up with your shit, y/n.” he stands up from his desk chair, and, in two strides, he’s standing at the foot of his bed.
“sat—” a gasp leaves your lips as gojo cuts you off by roughly grasping your ankles, pulling you close to him. he’s towering over you, both hands on either side of your head now, successfully caging you in. the bed dips lightly as he places one knee next to your thigh.
“talkin’ so much shit for a damn virgin.”
.・゜゜・
now he’s two fingers in, moving agonizingly slow. he tells you he wants to be gentle with you, that he’s doing it for you. and you’re under him, a crying, whimpering mess, taking what he gives you. but you know he’s lying, and he proves it to you. he is so mean.
you open your mouth to speak, but he’s faster than you. “maybe this will shut you up, since you always got somethin’ to say, huh?” his hand moves up to your neck. swift fingers apply light pressure to the sides of your neck, effectively blocking your blood flow. “satoru, shut up. satoru, ever made a girl come? satoru, fuck me.” he’s mocking you. with every sentence, his hold gets a little tighter until he finally lets go of you. tears threaten your waterline as you gasp for air. he pays you no mind, though, even if you’re glaring at him. as you calm down from your small coughing fit, he abruptly stops his ministrations, making you wail out in frustration at the sudden lack of pleasure. you try to buck your hips but to no avail. his free hand holds you in place. when he feels you’ve stopped trying, he shifts his hand to let his thumb rest on your clit, yet not with enough pressure for you to feel something.
he’s looking down on you. “say it then. say my name again.”
“… sat-satoru…” you whine, tears fall freely down your cheeks, and a pout forms on your pretty lips.
“fuck,” he lets out a low groan. “had so much to say earlier. what happened to that big mouth of yours, huh?” all you can let out are small whimpers, and at the lack of response, he lets out a displeased hum. “hey. c’mon, say something… tell me you’re sorry.”
you can only mewl, “no… no.”
“fucking brat,” he spits, fingers start to move again, and his thumb is rubbing soft circles on your clit. still slow, but with the added pressure, you’re seeing stars. “beg. be a good girl for once. do it for me, and beg. then maybe, i’ll fuck you properly, yeah?”
you give in. “satoru, please. sorry, i’m sorry, please?” you’re babbling, sentences becoming incoherent.
he grins, satisfied with your pleas. “not so hard, was it now? good girl.”
this new tattoo of yours, it made him a lot more… possessive
like his initials are tattooed on your body
had to satisfy the need to show off you’re his
but since your tat had to heal
he had to keep his lips from attacking yours
had to keep ’m busy a different way
he unlocked a marking kink lol
they’d be on your collarbone, neck, tits. everywhere at anytime, ’cus if he saw your lips for even one second, he’d be on ’m
and we can’t have that :(
even though they look so kissable rn
need your pretty lips to heal for him
still, he’s so impatient pls
everyday he’ll ask if your tattoo is healed yet
stopped asking after a while
then one day you just
pulled him in for a kiss
which led to a rough make-out sesh, ’cus it’s been too long :(
he’s breathing so hard, “fuck. missed these pretty lips on mine.” <3
expect a buuuuunch of rough kisses ’n make-out sessions
after fuckin’ he’ll always ask you to show him.
“lemme see, baby.”
but you’re just a bit too fucked out slow :(
and eren is a meanie, he’s too impatient
so he’ll just do it for you
cups your face and brings his thumb to your bottom lip. he’s secretly a softie gently caresses your lip before pulling it down to see the tattoo of his initials
lets out a small “fuck” every time he sees it
he’d get hard again :)
loves to see smudged lipstick on your swollen lips
he’s obsessed with your lips now if you haven’t noticed
