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Mista x gn reader
Author’s Note: I owe this to @floopieee opieee. Thank you to @shiny-bun for the beta read :)
“What’s wrong, baby?” Your boyfriend turned the lamp on next to him before pulling you up tightly by the waist. He was always too worried about you, even if you just stirred in your sleep.
“B-bad dream, s-scary,” he had sat you in his lap, as close to him as possible.
“It wasn’t real, and I’m right here.” You nodded, wrapping your arms securely around him. You didn’t want to let go. His body was so warm, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers on the scars that riddled it.
“Mista, don’t leave me please?” He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. He didn’t want to let go, this was the safest place he knew to keep you.
“I would rather die, sweetie.” He was rubbing small circles into your back, chin resting on your head, waiting for your breath to steady. “Who’ll protect you if I leave?” You shrugged. “Exactly, so I can’t leave.”
“You got hurt,” you shuddered at the memory. “What if that happens for real and you can’t come home to me?”
“It won’t, I promise.” He looped his pinky with yours. “There’s no other option.” You nodded into his bare chest. He smelled like vanilla and gunpowder, you’d never get that smell off him. Luckily you’d grown to like it. Sometimes his musky cologne would cover it up.
“I love you, Mista.” He smiled.
“I love you too, amore. You feel better?” You nodded. “Good, I’m tired.” He groaned, pulling you with him as he laid down. Being out of the blankets for so long had made you a bit chilled, making you want to cling to your space heater more than normal. He pulled the blankets up to your neck, leaving his chest exposed as to not overheat.
He watched as you fell asleep, arm wrapped tightly around his waist, face buried in his side. There was no other option, you were his home.
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Mista x gn reader
Author’s Note: I owe this to @floopieee opieee. Thank you to @shiny-bun for the beta read :)
“What’s wrong, baby?” Your boyfriend turned the lamp on next to him before pulling you up tightly by the waist. He was always too worried about you, even if you just stirred in your sleep.
“B-bad dream, s-scary,” he had sat you in his lap, as close to him as possible.
“It wasn’t real, and I’m right here.” You nodded, wrapping your arms securely around him. You didn’t want to let go. His body was so warm, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers on the scars that riddled it.
“Mista, don’t leave me please?” He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. He didn’t want to let go, this was the safest place he knew to keep you.
“I would rather die, sweetie.” He was rubbing small circles into your back, chin resting on your head, waiting for your breath to steady. “Who’ll protect you if I leave?” You shrugged. “Exactly, so I can’t leave.”
“You got hurt,” you shuddered at the memory. “What if that happens for real and you can’t come home to me?”
“It won’t, I promise.” He looped his pinky with yours. “There’s no other option.” You nodded into his bare chest. He smelled like vanilla and gunpowder, you’d never get that smell off him. Luckily you'd grown to like it. Sometimes his musky cologne would cover it up.
“I love you, Mista.” He smiled.
“I love you too, amore. You feel better?” You nodded. “Good, I’m tired.” He groaned, pulling you with him as he laid down. Being out of the blankets for so long had made you a bit chilled, making you want to cling to your space heater more than normal. He pulled the blankets up to your neck, leaving his chest exposed as to not overheat.
He watched as you fell asleep, arm wrapped tightly around his waist, face buried in his side. There was no other option, you were his home.
Mariaaaaaa!!! Asahi would pack a picnic for your first date in the summer and if you mention it with this fond but sad sigh a few months later when it’s too cold and gross to go outside, he’ll recreate it in front of the fireplace just for you.
Kel I love u first off
Second, THIS IS PERFECT BC I HATE COLD 😭💖 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
Hero
Tanaka x gn reader
Author’s Note: @saetyrn9 jvbjkenbvrjk AMY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG also um, tw bug mention? tw fear probably (i am so bad,,, at tagging things)
“Honey, I’m home!”
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Hero
Tanaka x gn reader
Author’s Note: @saetyrn9 jvbjkenbvrjk AMY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG also um, tw bug mention? tw fear probably (i am so bad,,, at tagging things)
“Honey, I’m home!”
For You
Goshiki x gn reader fluff
Author’s Note: This is a secret santa gift for @saetyrn9 I hope you like it, Amy!!! And big thank you to @peachiikawa for the idea!
It had been a very long week for you, he knew that. Goshiki may not be the best at cooking, or cleaning, or any other mature activity. But this did not make him oblivious to what you really needed: to be taken care of. As romantic as your boyfriend was, a candlelit dinner at a beautiful seaside venue would not help your stress. You were not up to the task of watering any flowers he could get you.
For You
Goshiki x gn reader fluff
Author’s Note: This is a secret santa gift for @saetyrn9 I hope you like it, Amy!!! And big thank you to @peachiikawa for the idea!
It had been a very long week for you, he knew that. Goshiki may not be the best at cooking, or cleaning, or any other mature activity. But this did not make him oblivious to what you really needed: to be taken care of. As romantic as your boyfriend was, a candlelit dinner at a beautiful seaside venue would not help your stress. You were not up to the task of watering any flowers he could get you.
What are some random soft headcanons you have for the haikyuu people? It can be anyone.
;-; thank u for this
Sakusa: he holds out his little bottle of hand sanitizer for you first before he puts some on
Tanaka: likes watching you get ready (this is @shnnn fault) he just lays on the bed and talks to you, or when he’s needy he bugs you with hugs and kisses
Daichi: (this is very self indulgent) I don’t think he’s super into initiating pda, so I think when he can tell you’re nervous or stressed in public he wraps an arm around your waist and it’s extra reassuring and special
Koganegawa: always has to be touching you! You’re cooking? Back hug. You’re reading? He’s snuggled up to you. Shopping? He’s holding your hand while he’s waiting for u to tell him what to get from a high shelf. (I dont think he enjoys shopping)
Asahi: i think he makes u clothes? Not super often, but he can tell when you buy jeans they’re a little too short sometimes, or you don’t have a nice warm jacket. He’s tall but not super tall? So I think he really appreciates clothes that feel like they were made for your body!! So sometimes he just... makes u some pants :)
Kageyama: he’s a really good listener? But you don’t really realize it. I think his very nonchalant face makes you think that some things you say aren’t important, not in a bad way. Talking about your day isn’t life or death all the time. But I think he comes home sometimes with a few bags, and you’re confused, and he just looks at you blankly like “you said you needed this a few days ago?”
People liked this so I’ll post it to writing 👉👈
Care
Matsukawa x gn reader fluff
Author’s Note: This is sort of a prequel to my first fic? It’s a lot longer though and uh, tw disordered eating maybe
For as long as Issei had worked this job, he had been an early riser. He rose before the sun, sitting down on the edge of the bed while you lay fast asleep. He stretched and popped and cracked instinctively before getting up to brush his teeth. He’d walk, eyes still half closed, to his ‘home gym,’ or the space in the guest bedroom he had converted, knowing full well you wanted it in the garage. ‘It’s too spooky in there in the morning,’ he’d laugh, both of you knowing he just wanted to work out in the air conditioned room.
Care
Matsukawa x gn reader fluff
Author’s Note: This is sort of a prequel to my first fic? It’s a lot longer though and uh, tw disordered eating maybe
For as long as Issei had worked this job, he had been an early riser. He rose before the sun, sitting down on the edge of the bed while you lay fast asleep. He stretched and popped and cracked instinctively before getting up to brush his teeth. He’d walk, eyes still half closed, to his ‘home gym,’ or the space in the guest bedroom he had converted, knowing full well you wanted it in the garage. ‘It’s too spooky in there in the morning,’ he’d laugh, both of you knowing he just wanted to work out in the air conditioned room.
That Tickles
matsukawa x gn reader fluff
Author’s note: this is my first time posting a fic please be gentle
You were laying on the couch with your boyfriend, hand reaching beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers ghosting over his toned abdomen just to feel the warmth of his skin. The room wasn’t cold, but that was more so due to the man running hot beneath you. Your fingers continued to dance over each abdominal muscle, not wanting to seem overeager until he lurches forward slightly, grabbing your wrist gently.
“Baby, that tickles,” he giggles. “But if you wanna massage my muscles instead I won’t stop you.” You blush, a mutual understanding that was what you wanted anyway. You would’ve stopped if it hadn’t been for the tone of his voice, but you nodded, lying.
You sat up to straddle him, lifting the hem of his shirt slowly, sensually. “Sweetie, what are you doing?” You continue your dance, leaning towards him, laying down on him while working your fingers into his muscles.
“Nothing,” you smiled devilishly before leaning in for a kiss, just enough to distract him. Once you felt something familiar poking your thigh, you attacked, tickling his tummy as he laughed and writhed beneath you, looking for any way to get you to stop while being held under your weight on the small couch. You were laughing with him, your giggle one of joy.
He caught your wrists firmly, gently raising your bodies to sit. “Please,” he begged between pants. “I’ll order us waffles if you stop.”
“And?” You positioned both sets of hands on his waist.
“We could go back to what was happening before,” he smirked. “That was fun.” You shook your head, causing him to roll his eyes. “Baby we can’t have waffles and protein shakes, you can’t eat that much.” Your pout formed. “I’m not 17 anymore, baby, if I eat that much I’ll get sick!” Your bottom lip jutted out further, eyes widening. “Okay, but we split one! Just promise no more tickles!” You nodded, planting a kiss on his temple from above as he hesitantly dropped your wrists in exchange for his phone.
“Can we have the milkshakes now?” You poked his chest, trying to distract him from his order.
“No baby, with dinner. We’re having waffles, remember?” He rolled his eyes before putting the phone back in his pocket. He couldn’t stand to see you pout. You wrapped your arms around his neck, signaling him to carry you. “But I guess we can make them now.”
He stood up, setting you down on the counter with a gentle kiss on the forehead.
That Tickles
matsukawa x gn reader fluff
Author’s note: this is my first time posting a fic please be gentle
You were laying on the couch with your boyfriend, hand reaching beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers ghosting over his toned abdomen just to feel the warmth of his skin. The room wasn’t cold, but that was more so due to the man running hot beneath you. Your fingers continued to dance over each abdominal muscle, not wanting to seem overeager until he lurches forward slightly, grabbing your wrist gently.
“Baby, that tickles,” he giggles. “But if you wanna massage my muscles instead I won’t stop you.” You blush, a mutual understanding that was what you wanted anyway. You would’ve stopped if it hadn’t been for the tone of his voice, but you nodded, lying.
You sat up to straddle him, lifting the hem of his shirt slowly, sensually. “Sweetie, what are you doing?” You continue your dance, leaning towards him, laying down on him while working your fingers into his muscles.
“Nothing,” you smiled devilishly before leaning in for a kiss, just enough to distract him. Once you felt something familiar poking your thigh, you attacked, tickling his tummy as he laughed and writhed beneath you, looking for any way to get you to stop while being held under your weight on the small couch. You were laughing with him, your giggle one of joy.
He caught your wrists firmly, gently raising your bodies to sit. “Please,” he begged between pants. “I’ll order us waffles if you stop.”
“And?” You positioned both sets of hands on his waist.
“We could go back to what was happening before,” he smirked. “That was fun.” You shook your head, causing him to roll his eyes. “Baby we can’t have waffles and protein shakes, you can’t eat that much.” Your pout formed. “I’m not 17 anymore, baby, if I eat that much I’ll get sick!” Your bottom lip jutted out further, eyes widening. “Okay, but we split one! Just promise no more tickles!” You nodded, planting a kiss on his temple from above as he hesitantly dropped your wrists in exchange for his phone.
“Can we have the milkshakes now?” You poked his chest, trying to distract him from his order.
“No baby, with dinner. We’re having waffles, remember?” He rolled his eyes before putting the phone back in his pocket. He couldn’t stand to see you pout. You wrapped your arms around his neck, signaling him to carry you. “But I guess we can make them now.”
He stood up, setting you down on the counter with a gentle kiss on the forehead.