#tooru oikawa

[i-am-so-strange]

A friend of mine ask me “what’s the deal with Oikawa and why are they antagonising him?”

Felt like she was telling me to take up his case and defend him or something 😭🤣

[kashisbby]

Why didn’t anyone tell me Haikyuu English dub was on Crunchyroll? I’ve been looking up illegal websites all day cause I missed oikawa and need to see his sexy face

[mysecretspam]

oikawa x female reader (dating)

you come home to find oikawa on the couch with your favorite movie.

💞- pure fluff

lolll just a tiny drabble i wrote; i finally posted my first work

and it is lowkey kinda bad but idk

You had a long day after practice, with ups and downs throughout the day but mostly downs.

All you longed for was your boyfriend, and sleep.

When you go to his house, after you come through the door and find him on his couch.

He is wearing a teal sweatshirt and grey sweatpants, and he’s laying on the couch with popcorn by his side.

“hey princess” he coos

You couldn’t help but smile, this was just what you needed.

“Hi Tooru, what’s all this,” you say as he goes on to explain, “i figured we could watch a movie tonight y/n- your favorite, Pitch Perfect.”

Your heart flutters because you remember mentioning once two weeks ago that your comfort movie since you were 10 was Pitch Perfect.

“Come on love, I know i’m pretty to look at but your just standing there,” he teases before the walk over.

You notice he pulled out your favorite Lola Blanket.

“my my y/n,” he says once he notices you staring.

You sit down and tug at his hoodie. he lets out a startled laugh “ahhh~ bossy today?”

he pulls his hoodie off in one clean motion to reveal a black t shirt underneath. and he put the hoodie onto you. the hem reaches past mid thigh. the sleeve are enormous. your swallowed whole.

with your satisfied stealing of his hoodie you lay on him and start snuggling him.

You position yourself kind of on him/next to him and lay your head on his chest, with the blanket covering both of you guys.

His hands are slightly wrapped around you, but one is starting to play with your hair.

“I missed you so much y/n-chan,” he says.

“It was only a few hours silly,” you reply.

“Still missed you,”

That line makes you smile more.

You say sleepily, “Thank you, for this Tooru.”

“Anything for you princess,” he responds.

You guys snuggle and watch the movie until you end up falling asleep entangled in eachother.

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The next morning Oikawa was late to team brunch and not answering his phone, so Iwaizumi he went to Oikawa’s house to check on him- just to find you and Oikawa intertwined and sleeping underneath a shared blanket.

i hope yall enjoyed lovesss 💞 xx

[angeldevilsangel]

texts with Oikawa part 2

part one

Oikawa x isagis sister

warnings: none really but he does call reader a freak jokingly

[angeldevilsangel]

sorry I haven’t posted guys!! I’ve been busy cuties!! however I’m going to drop more Oikawa texts tomorrow for those who liked it!!

PLEASE let me know if you want anything specific to happen in it or if u want it to be a series!! lmk if yall have any requests!! I write for almost anything!!

[showhay]

rise and shine!

oikawa tōru x f!reader

bf!tōru bothering you in the buttcrack of the morning

happy birthday, kat! @kissjoao (i would’ve written joao for you but i didn’t have time to analyze big dawg’s personality)

there was a very real, non-zero chance that oikawa tōru was going to combust directly onto your living room rug before you even had the chance to finish swallowing your morning coffee.

he’s currently hovering three inches from your face, shaking at a frequency usually reserved for industrial-grade espresso machines or small, panicked dogs. his eyes were wider than saucers, glowing with a level of adoration that was frankly dangerous to gaze at without protective eyewear.

“happy birthday,” he breathed out, the words tumbling out of him like an avalanche of pure sugar. “happy birthday to the absolute center of my universe, the sun, the moon, the reason my heart bothers pumping blood every single morning.”

“tōru, it’s 7:15 in the morning,” you mumbled, though you couldn’t stop the grin pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“i don’t care if it’s three in the morning or during an apocalypse!” he gasped, dramatically dropping to his knees beside your chair and resting his chin against your knee, looking up at you like you had personally invented oxygen. “you were born today! do you understand the monumental weight of that statement? the world was literally dark and depressing before you decided to grace us with your existence, and now i get to be the luckiest person in human history because you actually let me hold your hand!”

he immediately grabbed your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips to press about forty frantic, delicate little kisses against your skin. he was doing that thing where his eyes crinkled up so tight that he looked entirely intoxicated by your presence, his hands trembling slightly around yours like you were made of spun glass and actual starlight.

“i made breakfast,” he announced, puffed up with pride, pointing a dramatic finger toward your kitchen counter.

you looked over his shoulder. on the counter sat a pancake tower so crooked it was defying multiple laws of physics, covered in a hilarious excess of whipped cream, fresh strawberries, and at least three dozen colorful sprinkles scattered wildly across the ceramic plate.

“is that...” you squinted. “did you try to shape the cream into a heart?”

oikawa let out a mortified, squeaky noise, his face flushing a violent shade of pink as he buried his forehead into your lap. “it melted! the pancake was too warm! don’t look at it, it’s an insult to your perfection, i’m trash, throw me in the dumpster, i failed you on your special day—”

“tōru, it’s amazing,” you laughed, running your fingers through his soft brown hair. the moment your hand touched his head, he melted into a puddle of absolute mush, letting out a soft sigh and leaning so heavily into your touch that he nearly tipped over. “i love it. you’re sweet.”

he looked back up, eyes shimmering with so much tender devotion that your chest physically ached. “i would bake you ten thousand crooked pancakes,” he whispered, his voice suddenly dropping into that soft, breathless register he only ever used when he was completely overwhelmed by you. “i’d build you a castle out of them if you asked. i’d fight a bear. i’d block every single one of ushijima’s spikes with my bare forehead if it meant you smiled at me like that.”

“please don’t tackle ushijima with your head.”

“i would do it!” he insisted passionately, sliding off his knees to sit next to you on the sofa, instantly looping his long arms around your waist and pulling you so close there wasn’t a single breath of air between you. he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, clinging to you as if you were going to float away into the stratosphere. “you smell like vanilla and my favorite thing in the whole world. happy birthday, my whole heart. my literal soul.”

he began peppering your jawline with soft, warm kisses, trailing up to your cheek, your nose, and finally settling his mouth over yours in a slow, agonizingly sweet kiss that made your toes curl into the hardwood floor. he kissed you like he was drowning and you were the air, his fingers gently tangling into the back of your hair, holding you close with a gentle, reverent desperation that made your stomach do backflips.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his brown eyes searching yours with an intensity that could melt iron.

“i bought you the same amount presents as your age,” he confessed casually, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

you blinked, staring at him. “that’s a lot.”

“one for every year you’ve been alive, obviously,” he said, looking at you like you were silly for even asking. “actually, plus one. because that one is just me, dedicating the entire rest of my life to worshipping you.”

“you’re so dramatic,” you breathed, giggling as he cupped both sides of your face, squishing your cheeks together until your lips pursed out.

“i’m not dramatic! you just don’t understand,” he declared loudly, pressing a firm, noisy kiss right on your squished lips. “i’m hopeless around you. you’ve ruined my view for anyone else forever. if you ever left me, i would literally turn into a puddle of tears and evaporate into the atmosphere.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another lingering kiss that tasted like strawberry jam. “i’m not going anywhere, tōru.”

oikawa made a high-pitched, pathetic sound in the back of his throat, wrapping his arms around your waist so tight he almost lifted you straight out of your seat. he squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his face into your shoulder, murmuring softly into your skin like a secret promise meant only for the universe to hear.

“good,” he whispered softly, his voice thick with emotion. “because i’m keeping you forever.”

n: happy birthday once again, kat! i love you so so soooo much :3

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iloveu

[mads-heh]

How dare I forget the great king’s birthday???

I used a face I had lying around and made Oikawa. I should make a little Iwa to make matching pfps or smth…

[mysterystarz]

victorian gentleman oikawa tooru who has to come and comfort his friend who got rejected and so makes his way to his friends little ball in the hopes of introducing him to new potential lovers

only to meet you, who does not give a shit at all about his money or status or would actually be happy to matchmake for him and find him a spouse of his own

he is smitten at first sight

a/n: is this worth writing…..