#Mr. Kōtarō
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ACADEMIC WEAPON
PAIRING: Bokuto Kōtarō/Reader
CONTENT: 4+1 things (4 times bokuto failed a quiz + the 1 time he passed), reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, reader tutors bokuto, bokuto requests the reader to shut the window on his head at one point, overuse of silly metaphors and similes #Sorry
WORD COUNT: 5.0k
(I.)
Bokuto was many things, but an academic weapon was certainly not one of them. Perhaps, he thought, an academic victim would be more fitting.
After all, marked by a large 7/100 circled in red pen for his surrounding deskmates to see (Thanks a lot, Mrs. Ishida!, he sulked), things were looking bleak for him. It was only a few days into the new term, yet he had already failed his first quiz; and honestly, he wasn’t sure if Akaashi’s biweekly tutoring sessions would be enough to pull him through the rest of the school year with a passing grade, especially with the volleyball summer camp coming up — it was all he could think about as of lately.
He needed a plan. Desperately.
“Desperately?”
Bokuto jolted in his seat. Ah, he must’ve let his internal monologue slip out again. That tended to happen a lot whenever he got too carried away in his pondering— got too in his head about something. Pouting for no particular reason, he hastened to answer Akaashi’s question with a nod before an idea suddenly materialised in his brain.
“Change your tutoring sessions to be weekly! Pretty please?” he added somewhat sheepishly, twiddling his fingers for the effect of what was supposed to be humbleness.
“Weekly?” Akaashi stared at him with a slow blink, taking a bite of his apple. He seemed to be thinking about it, which kindled a small flame of hope within Bokuto.
“Yeah! Or— or how about twice a week? Three times a week? Four—“
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for that,” he cut in with a dead expression, but at least his tone sounded sort of apologetic. But it was true: he was in the volleyball club and the literature club at school, and being a part of two clubs did take a considerable chunk of what would’ve been free time after school, hence why his tutoring sessions were scheduled so sparsely.
His eyes lingered on Bokuto’s hair, which was beginning to look deflated, and he was sure his best friend was about to enter one of his moods if he didn’t find some way to cheer him up.
“Bokuto-san,” he started, pausing for a moment to think again, “I know someone from literature club who might be willing to tutor you.”
Bokuto lifted the side of his head from off the table. A newfound hope miraculously found him and bled through his expression as he smiled and propelled himself closer to the black-haired boy as if he was listening in on some juicy yet confidential gossip, hitting the palms of his hands against the table with an embarrassingly loud slap that rang throughout the classroom.
“Really?!”
Akaashi nodded. “[L/n] [Y/n] from class 3-6 is one of the smartest people I know, and I heard they’ve been looking to make some money so—“
“I gotta go,” Bokuto quickly said. Watching him rush out the classroom, Akaashi had a feeling it wasn’t to the bathroom.
(i.)
Bokuto was many things. Shameless was one of them.
“I am looking for [Y/n]!”
Heads turned toward him, including yours, although your reaction was paired with creased eyebrows and a warmth in your face that felt a lot like embarrassment. You weren’t sure who he was to be shouting out your name like that in front of everyone, but whoever he was, you were livid. Even more so after hearing your classmates whisper among themselves, questioning if that strong-looking, handsome guy was your boyfriend and adding on that you didn’t seem like type to date.
“Is there a [Y/n] in this class?” No one spoke up, so he stepped back outside the classroom for a moment, checking the sign above the door to make sure this was the right class. Class 3-6, it read. He frowned. Maybe you had decided to spend your lunch period elsewhere.
Before he started to walk back to his classroom so he could complain to Akaashi about this unfortunate outcome, however, he felt a sharp yank against the collar of his shirt, pulling him backward and then up against the wall. He blinked, and a humourless face came into vision. Unsure of where to look, he settled for staring hard at the space in between the face’s furrowed eyebrows, wondering if this stranger was about to ask for his lunchbox or something like the bullies in stereotypical American high school movies.
“Name,” you demanded. Stunned by how you were acting like some kind of military drill sergeant, Bokuto could only keep staring. Eventually, he noticed the name tag on your blazer— [L/n] [Y/n], class 3-6!
He smiled. Just the person he was looking for.
You were growing impatient. Why was he smiling? Did he find your embarrassment funny? Tensely, you repeated, “What’s your name? Hellooo?”
“Bokuto Kōtarō, a friend of Akaashi Keiji!” he blurted out. “You know him, right? Black hair, blue eyes—“
“I know who that is.”
“Great! I have a favour to ask you.”
Awkwardly, he gestured for you to back up. You did so, albeit eyeing him sceptically as he proceeded to bow down, low enough to the point where the tips of his hair met the tiled floor. It was just your luck that a few of your classmates decided to leave the classroom at this moment, stopping when they noticed the scene before shuffling away. You heard them giggling to themselves yet again, probably ecstatic at having found another topic to gossip about.
“Get up, what the hell are you doing.” Gripping onto his broad shoulders, you frantically tried pulling him up to a normal standing position before any other witnesses could walk in on you and add on to your humiliation, but he didn’t budge.
“Hold on— please tutor me!”
“That wasn’t asking me a favour. Now, stand. Up.”
“I’m failing most of my classes, and the ones that I’m not, I’m barely passing by like a couple points! I’ll pay you and everything, just please— I really need someone to tutor me, and Akaashi said you were super duper smart and nice and cool and everything!”
“Get up. Please.” You couldn’t help sounding desperate by this point. “People are staring.”
Much to your annoyance, your words went through one of Bokuto’s ears and out the other, as if there was nothing in between.
“Can you tutor me? Please?”
“Alright, fine. But only if you stop bowing down to me.” You sighed and then stuck your hand out, holding your phone. “Give me your number. I’ll text you the dates and times I’ll be available.”
He shot right up and visibly brightened, his hair sticking up even more than before, like he’d just stuck a fork into an electrical outlet. You weren’t sure how that was logically possible, but whatever. “Of course! Here.”
After letting him type in his number, you added it as a contact.
“What’s your name again?” you asked.
“Bokuto Kōtarō.”
“Spell it for me.”
“Okay! B as in Bokuto. O as in Okuto. K as in Kuto…“
You shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose.
(II.)
bok:
hey……………..
ahaha
[image]
The image showed Bokuto’s most recent calculus quiz, tear-stained and appearing as if it was crumpled up but then flattened back out out of guilt. A red 7/100 was marked at the top.
[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:
ok
i am available after school tomorrow
we can meet up at the library if that’s ok
bok:
YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks [y/n] :p
(ii.)
Bokuto was certain now as he stared aimlessly out the window that the universe was against him in some way and that time had purposely slowed down just to spite him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for your help — he couldn’t be more appreciative of the fact that you were taking the time out of your day to tutor him despite the two of you being strangers until recently — but after just an hour and a half of going over notes and countless practice worksheets, he was ready to stop, drop, and roll into bed.
Even Akaashi, as monotonous as he was, wasn’t this bad during tutoring. Plus, his sessions were biweekly, whereas and Bokuto had agreed on twice a week: Wednesdays and Fridays. This was only the third tutoring session with you.
“Hey,” your voice cut through his thoughts, and with a start, he realised you’d finally returned from your brief excursion to the restroom, “did you finish the homework?”
Like a giraffe or a particularly nosy next-door neighbour, you craned your neck over the table that separated you and the boy with the two-toned hair. With the backs of his ears stained vermillion, Bokuto immediately slammed his folded arms onto the table, shielding the contents of the paper from your line of sight.
“Yes,” he said stiffly. “I am— I did finish. The homework.”
Bokuto was many things. A good liar was not one of them.
You blinked, dumbfounded. “The fuck was that for?”
He roleplayed confusion by inclining his head to the side. His words came out light and airy, sounding as though he’d just sucked in helium. “What ever do you mean?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“Perchance.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, no I don’t! I’ve got no clue what you’re saying.”
Your eyebrows pinched together as your eyes flitted between his mock-innocent expression and the worksheet peeking out from underneath his toned forearms, before lunging forward and grabbing onto the piece of paper when he least expected it.
However, Bokuto was a little quicker. With fast reflexes, he pressed down on the paper even more, now using more of his body weight to keep you from taking it away from him. You were suddenly reminded that the guy in front of you was not just some clown who was very bad at both integrals and remembering to bring a pencil, but a better-than-average athlete at the very least.
“The element of surprise,” he stated through a tight-lipped smile, “you’re good at that.”
“Let go,” you commanded, still trying to pry it from his arms.
“Why?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, I need to see it so I can check your answers and see how much progress you’ve made.” You paused for a moment. “And also ‘cause I don’t believe you. You were only on question two when I left, there’s no way you’re done.”
Bokuto gasped with a dramatic drop of his jaw. “After all we’ve been through?!”
He may as well have sounded an airhorn into a microphone, then proceeded to throw the microphone out a window. You rushed to shush him, placing an index finger on your lips with a look of disapproval across your features. “Quiet down. This is a library.”
He stuck his tongue out. “Bossy-pants.”
Your face soured like a pair of wet socks. What kind of playground insult was that?
“I am not,” you told him. “That was a perfectly reasonable request, not just for me but also for the other people around you, who would probably appreciate some peace and quiet around here.”
He laughed in your face. You swore you were going to pop a blood vessel at this rate.
“Wow, you would make a great librarian. Ever thought about working here?” Teasingly, he kicked your foot from under the table.
“Don’t do that.” You physically recoiled at the smug grin that settled on his face. Not knowing how else to retaliate, you settled for a simple, “Shut up,” which really wasn’t any better, but once more, you’d realised that too late after the words fully left your mouth.
“I didn’t say anything!” Bokuto protested.
“I don’t care. Now, let go of the paper.”
“Only if you say pretty please.” He tilted his chin up defiantly in a way that, although perhaps unintentional for the most part, effectively grated on your nerves. You glowered at him, but before you could say anything else, you first heard a faint rip, and after one more particularly harsh tug, you found yourself flung backwards into your chair all of a sudden, which then tipped over and toppled onto the ground along with you.
You winced, feeling the immediate stinging pain subside to a dull ache in your back.
“Oh,” Bokuto said, before tentatively creeping over to you. All humour in his voice and face vanished without a trace. “You okay?”
Your face felt hot, though you weren’t sure if it was from frustration or embarrassment or a secret third thing as you stared up at his hand that was outstretched to you. Ignoring it, you pushed yourself up and then stared down at the paper in your hand— or rather, the half that was still there. The other half laid on the table. Crumpled up.
You sucked in a huge breath of air. Of course, only two out of ten problems on the homework assignment was done, and the rest were left blank. You’d be less upset if he had at least tried. Was he even taking this seriously?
“I think we are done for today.”
(III.)
“Oh, he hates me for sure. I just know it.”
Akaashi couldn’t see the point of this conversation.
“You’re telling me this because…?”
With restrained effort, you whacked the back of his head with a rolled up notebook, yet he barely even appeared fazed, like this was a normal occurrence in your friendship. (It was.)
“‘Cause you’re, like, his best friend in the whole wide world, and I need your advice, dingus,” you complained. “He even introduced himself as Bokuto, a friend of Akaashi Keiji.”
“Of course he did,” Akaashi muttered, somewhat amused by your poorly done impression of his best friend’s voice. He placed a hand on his chin to contemplate. “If you really want to know what I think about you and him, I don’t believe last Friday was as horrible as you think it was. He called me and told me all about it on his way home.”
Suddenly, you grabbed him by the shoulders. Taken aback, he stared up at you with the typical unsettling, blue-eyed gaze, just a little more wide-eyed than usual.
“What did he say?” This was serious business — you had to know.
“Nothing too bad,” he quickly answered, patting your arm as if you were some wild animal to be tamed. “Said you were kind of boring and went through some of the topics too fast, but he appreciated your efforts. He also felt bad for lying to you and for calling you bossy, even though you were— his words, not mine.”
“I am not bossy,” you said haughtily.
Akaashi rolled his eyes, then smiled. “That’s some defense you got there.”
“No, really. He’s totally being dramatic!”
“I’ll be sure to tell him that. Or, even better, you talk to him yourself.”
“No way!” You buried your face into your hands.
“I already told you, Bokuto doesn’t hate you at all. Just… try being a little more understanding next time you see him.” He motioned his hands vaguely, trying to further explain his point. “Nicer, you know? But” — you sensed that what came next would be a big but — “still be yourself. Don’t want you frying your brain over trying to act like someone else. Okay?”
You dismissed his advice with a wave of your hand. Now he sounded too much like a school counsellor for your liking. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”
Just as the teacher walked in and Akaashi left to return to his classroom, your phone pinged. You glanced down to see what it was.
No surprise it was a text from Bokuto.
bok:
[image]
failed my calc quiz :(( again :(((
There was a circled 3/100 in red ink in the upper right corner of the paper.
Unable to contain a scoff of disbelief, you weren’t even sure how it was possible. Nonetheless, you began to type out a response, something along the lines of a dry ‘ok’ followed by a specific time for you to meet up, but then Akaashi’s wise words of wisdom rang through your mind.
[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:
does 5pm this wednesday work for u?! ^-^
Typing that almost physically hurt you, but you persisted regardless like the brave soldier you were.
bok:
??? YEAHHH
[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:
alright!!!! see u then!!!! :))))
[bok liked your message.]
(iii.)
There was something off about you. Bokuto could tell, though he couldn’t quite place a finger on it.
He thought maybe it was the stress of the upcoming volleyball summer camp that was making him see things he wasn’t actually seeing. Or maybe you had changed up your appearance a bit today. But as he observed you while you were explaining a homework problem he was particularly stuck on, you looked the same. Still you, except… brighter? You looked like you were in a better mood today and, actually, this past week now that he thought about it, recalling your texts.
You were nicer, that’s what it was. Or it was more that you seemed more engaged in today’s tutoring session than you had in all three of the previous ones. From the start, you’d sat down next to him, instead of across from him on the opposite side of the table. You went through each topic much more thoroughly, refusing to move on until he fully understood the material, which you made sure of by asking him questions every now and then. And, he swore, you were even smiling a little whenever he got an answer correct on his own.
It was almost uncanny, he mused to himself.
“What is?”
He snapped back to reality. “Huh?”
“You said something was ‘almost uncanny,’” you told him, eyeing him strangely.
Shit, he had spoken his internal monologue out loud yet again. And he’d been staring at you like a mindless animal for an exceedingly long time now without realising.
“Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t talking about you.”
“Okay.”
Shaking his head at himself, he slouched over the table in an attempt to focus on his homework. After a beat, he scribbled something down, then pursed his lips as he slid his paper over to you, indicating to you that there was one thing he was either stuck on or unsure about. “Is this right?”
Wordlessly, you glanced down at his answer, and after scanning through his work to make sure it wasn’t a thing of luck, you nodded. Bokuto fist-pumped the air, although his ecstasy wasn’t just because he had gotten the answer right yet again (he was currently on a streak of six-in-a-row— the highest yet!). Rather, he found himself looking to you in the corner of his eye with hopes to catch your reaction, and there it was again: both outer edges of your mouth curled to form what he could confidently say was a smile. A small one, but it was there nevertheless.
Then, you did something else, another thing he wasn’t expecting at all: you began to grovel to him for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry for being kind of mean to you,” you mumbled.
Okay. Maybe, that was an exaggeration (a really, really extreme one). But the effect it had on him was still as explosive as if you actually were grovelling at his feet for forgiveness.
“WHAAAAT?”
A scowl made its way to your face for the first time today. “Can you not act so surprised?”
“It’s not acting if I really am surprised,” he said with a defensive tone, placing a hand on his chest. “Plus, I’d never lie to you like that… except maybe that one time. Sorry.”
“I don’t think you need to apologise for that. You weren’t very convincing anyway.”
“What do you mean? I totally had you fooled!”
“You did not.”
“I did!” Somewhere else in the library, the librarian shushed the both of you, sending weak glares in your direction. Mindful of their warning, Bokuto quieted to a stage-whisper. “If that paper hadn’t ripped, you would’ve never found out the truth.”
“Ha! In your dreams, yeah.” You rolled your eyes before begrudgingly admitting, “But while we’re still on the topic of apologies, I guess I am also sorry for being kind of overbearing. I will work on that bad habit in the future.”
“Kind of?” he echoed. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. “You sure?”
“Yes.” You shot him a glare, and he put his hands up in mock-defense.
“Hey, hey, hey, I was just asking. I forgive you and all. But for the record,” Bokuto grinned, sharp canines poking out a bit, “I like that about you anyways.”
(IV.)
bokuto:
FAILED AGAIN
BUT!!!!!!
[image]
46!!!!!! DOUBLE DIGITS!!!!!!
[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:
revolutionary
see u tomorrow
bokuto:
CAN’T WAIT :D
(iv.)
Bokuto was dreading this next exam. It was a big one, for sure, as it was the last opportunity he had to raise his currently failing grade up to passing standard before summer break, which was slowly yet surely inching its way toward the present. With the volleyball summer camp just a week and a half away, his odds weren’t looking very high, and he wasn’t sure if even yours and Akaashi’s combined tutoring efforts would be able to save him.
“I can’t do this.” He dropped his pencil on the table and groaned in frustration, leaning back in his chair with a dejected expression directed toward the ceiling. Nothing was making sense anymore. “Can you please open the window?”
Puzzled, you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why? Do you need some fresh air?”
“No, I’m gonna stick my big, stupid head out the window, and then you can do me a favour and close it.”
“Oh! Okay.”
Logically, you decided not to do that. Instead, you grabbed one of the soft-cover workbooks laid across the table, rolled it up as Bokuto watched you curiously, and—
Thwack!
Rubbing the back of his head, Bokuto sat up straight. If you placed his back and a ruler next to each other, you wouldn’t know the difference. “What’d you do that for?”
“Did that hurt?”
“Not really.” His gaze averted between you and the book and then you again and the book again, bewildered. “But what’d you do that for? Fun?”
“No, it was because you sound totally lame right now and it’s pissing me off. Get a fucking grip on yourself. You’re not stupid, so don’t say that you are. You’re gonna ace this test and you’re gonna ace whatever sports thing you got coming up.”
“Volleyball summer camp,” he said wistfully. There were stars sparkling in his eyes now, a stark contrast to his lifeless look seconds prior, leading you to believe that you’ll have a chance at becoming a motivational speaker or something of the like in the near future.
“Yeah, that. You— you can do this. You got this. Go you or whatever.” Yeah, scratch that option. Suddenly feeling awkward, you grimaced. Maybe it was time you just stop talking. “Never mind. Keep studying.”
“Okay.” He picked up the pencil but not before sparing you one last glance and blinking rapidly for a few seconds, wondering if he was seeing things when pink hearts started to hover around your face with a dream-like, white vignette and a romantic tune began flooding his ears. “Yeah, I think I am gonna ace this test.”
(V.)
“They whacked me with a book, Akaashi.”
Akaashi couldn’t see the point of this conversation. He tended to feel that way a lot, actually, but it was a phenomenon occurring more than usual as of lately, and he had a feeling it had something to do with two of his friends spending more time with each other over these past couple of weeks. Huh, he wondered why.
“Yeah, they do that,” he said, turning the page as his eyes glided over the words. This was like a kindergartener tattling to their teacher about something a classmate did to offend them, at least in the eyes of Akaashi. Certainly, he felt like an under-compensated, stressed-out adult at the moment.
“So how do you not fall in love every time?”
Akaashi froze. Was he hearing things right?
Before he could process his upperclassman’s words, however, a sense of déjà vu washed over him as Bokuto grabbed him by the shoulders all of a sudden, donning a serious look now.
“I’m going to ask you one thing. A favour as one of my best friends in the whole wide world.”
He shut the book he was reading and set it to the side, seeing how important this seemed to Bokuto. “Okay. What is it?”
“Don’t tell [Y/n] I passed my exam. They have to think that I failed.”
With an arch in one of his eyebrows, Akaashi attempted to not sound so shocked. “You passed your test?”
“I did. 72 out of 100!” A wide grin spread across Bokuto’s face.
“That’s great news,” Akaashi replied. “Why wouldn’t you want [Y/n] to know about that? Surely, they’d be happy for you.”
“Because. If they find out I did well on my test, then that means I won’t need their help anymore and I won’t get to spend time with them anymore. And I don’t want that to happen ‘cause I like spending time with them.”
Oh, jeez. “That’s not that how that works.”
“Okay, Mr. Smart Guy, tell me how it works then.”
“No.” Akaashi reopened his book as if to seem disinterested in the topic at hand, even though he actually was and he wasn’t really reading at all by this point. “Just ask them to hang out instead asking me to lie to their face on your behalf.”
“I’m not asking you to lie, I’m just. Well. I don’t know,” Bokuto finally admitted sheepishly, fiddling with the end of his sleeve as he pouted. After several moments of well-needed silence, he pondered out loud, “Should I text them?”
“Yes.”
Pulling out his phone from his pocket, Bokuto smiled. “You’re a great friend, Akaashi. Thanks for the advice!”
bokuto:
hey! let’s hang out this weekend!!!!
i meannnnnn at the library
at our usual time not the weekend ahahah
sorry
typo
that first text was a typo
[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:
you failed your test?
bokuto:
yYeahhhhhh
[[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor reacted ‘?’ to your message.]
(v.)
“You seem.” You observed his face suspiciously as you pulled out a notebook from your backpack. “Happy.”
“Aren’t I always happy?” For proof, he gave you the largest smile you’d ever seen in your life and leaned in close until your noses were touching. “See? This is my resting face like all the time.”
With how close he was, you settled on staring at a faint freckle above his left eyebrow, hoping that didn’t make you look cross-eyed. “Yeah, you’re just a bundle of joy. But I assumed you would be a little down considering you recently failed not just a quiz but a big exam. You won’t be able to go to that summer camp. Wasn’t that the whole point of me tutoring you?”
He shrugged, pulling himself away. “Life happens. Things happen. But I am a changed man, and I will no longer let such minister things disappoint me.”
“Minuscule things.”
“I said that. Mini-stool.”
You shook your head. Some things, you’d learned, were better to just leave as is.
But then there was a certain point where you couldn’t just not pester him about it. That point came after noticing he was answering all your questions right and breezing through the review sheets with ease. You couldn’t understand how he had failed his last exam when he was doing so well right now, same topics and everything.
A frown seeped into your expression as you stared at his work. “You… you already know everything. What if your teacher graded your test wrong? Or misplaced it with someone else’s. Because there’s no way you—”
“No, I don’t think so,” he interrupted you with a nervous laugh, sounding strained while looking everywhere but you. You side-eyed him upon being interrupted but continuing doing so as he wasn’t really acting like his usual self, as much as he wanted to insist otherwise. Weird. “I bombed that test. Trust me. Maybe you’re just my lucky charm or something.”
“What.”
He ignored your skepticism, seemingly too caught up in his head. “Maybe you should spend time with me more often so then maybe your luck can rub off on me. Maybe you should start coming to my volleyball practices. Maybe we should start hanging out over the weekends. Summer break is almost here, maybe we—“
“Bokuto Kōtarō.”
He glanced over at you — crossing your arms over your chest and clearly not believing him — and immediately threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “Okay, I lied. I passed with a 72%.”
“I figured.”
“You knew all along?!”
“No. But I could tell you weren’t telling the truth ‘cause you’re a horrible liar,” you explained as he pouted. “It gives me second-hand embarrassment seeing you look all constipated like that whenever you try to lie. Please never do that again.”
“I’m sorry. I just thought you wouldn’t wanna tutor me anymore if I told you,” he admitted. “I like hanging out with you, even if it’s just to do schoolwork. I don’t want that to end since we never really talk outside of these tutoring sessions.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay,” you said definitively.
“So cruel of you to say only that after I poured my heart out to you!”
Despite you hovering a hand over your mouth to conceal it, your laughter still saturated the air; Bokuto took in every ounce.
“I wouldn’t toss you to the curb like that,” you reassured him. “These tutoring sessions can continue until we graduate for all I care. And if you want, over summer break whenever you’re free, we can go to the movies or a café or wherever, really.”
He perked up at this. “Really?”
“Really.” You picked at the dead skin around your fingernails offhandedly. “And honestly? I like spending time with you, too, so it doesn’t matter what it is that we do. You are paying, though, if we go to a place that wants our money, since you promised to pay me back when you first asked me to tutor you.”
Bokuto was okay with that. Your presence alone was enough to make him feel over the moon like a billionaire anyway.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x you#bokuto x reader#bokuto fluff#bokuto x y/n#229ZMI
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more bullshit ideas
Be More Chill the musical but make it haikyu
Cast
Jeremy Heere - Lev Haiba
Michael Mell - Eita Semi
Christine Caniglia - Shigeru Yahaba
Rich Goranski - Yūki Shibayama
Jake Dillinger - Yūji Terushima
Chloe Valentine - Kazuhito Narita
Brooke - Hisashi Kinoshita
Jenna Rolan - Chikara Ennoshita
Mr. Heere - Kōtarō Bokuto
The SQUIP - Ryūnosuke Tanaka
Mr. Reyes - Kanji Koganegawa
imagine being nekoma ,going to this musical and seeing your cute, sweet libero dish out insults like its nothing meanwhile the other first year is just saying shit like I'm not that tall like Lev your 6,3 yaku is coming for your ass
being seijoh , going to a musical and see your yahaba act like the most awkard person on earth.
sugawara actually bouncing up and down during rich set a fire, pitiful children, be more chill parts 1&2
Akaashi was officially done with life when bokuto came on stage
Being date tech and seeing their usually cheerful setter just be done with life
BONUS: on day two of the week long nightly proformance semi was occupied and ushijima was the understudy
#haikyuu#be more chill#koganegawa kanji#tanaka ryuunosuke#bokuto kotaro#ennoshita chikara#kinoshita hisashi#narita kazuhito#terushima yuuji#shibayama yuuki#semi eita#yahaba shigeru#lev haiba#ushijima wakatoshi
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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 - 𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 [𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜]
notes: idk what i'm doing. i've never gone to uni so i don't know too much about it personally. i don't know what majors they would all be and am mostly just guessing rn- if you have any idea, feel free to lemme know. i need the help lmao. <3 also pls ignore the fact that the icons aren't all the same size i'm too tired and lazy to do that rn-
chapter one: "mrs kwan is my sugar daddy."
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╰┈➤ ❝Y/n L/n, year 2 english major. ❞
❝fuck this shit i'm out.❞
╰┈➤ ❝Atsumu Miya, year 2 kinesiology major. ❞
❝get your stank ass back here.❞
╰┈➤ ❝Kōtarō Bokuto, year 3 kinesiology major. ❞
❝hey, hey, hey, don't fuck this up for me okay?❞
╰┈➤ ❝Kei Tsukishima, year 1 art history major. ❞
❝you guys are annoying.❞
╰┈➤ ❝Keiji Akaashi, year 2 english major. ❞
❝y/n told me to say it.❞
╰┈➤ ❝Osamu Miya, year 2 buisiness major. ❞
❝i make the best onigiri. and i will fight you on that.❞
╰┈➤ ❝Rintarō Suna, year 2 kinesiology major. ❞
❝suck a nut.❞
╰┈➤ ❝Tetsurō Kuroo, year 3 kinesiology & buisiness major. ❞ (IDK)
❝kitty needs treats.❞
╰┈➤ ❝Kenma Kozume, year 2 buisiness major. ❞
❝leave me alone to die.❞
╰┈➤ ❝Shōyō Hinata, year 1 kinesiology major. ❞
❝you look like you could use a hug.❞
#haikyuu#hq#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu reader insert#hq reader insert#miya atsumu#atsumu miya#osamu miya#miya osamu#kenma kozume#bokuto koutarou#akaashi keiji#hinata shouyou#kuroo tetsurou#suna rintarou#tsukishima kei#rintaro suna#suna rintaro#atsumu miya x reader#miya atsumu x reader#hq miya atsumu#hq atsumu miya#haikyuu atsumu#hq texts#haikyuu texts#hq textfic#haikyuu textfic#keiji akaashi#bokuto kotaro
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IDOLiSH7 x Transformers Seiyuu
I am mentally ill
Every single Seiyuu from the Joseimuke game IDOLiSH7 (as collected by the IDOLiSH7 Wiki), and whether or not they voice a character in the Transformers Franchise; human and crossover characters included
Any characters that are not animated as of the ending of IDOLiSH7 Third Beat are listed in the SPOILER CHARACTER section. Please tread with caution
IDOLiSH7
Toshiki Masuda (Izumi Iori)
- NULL
Yusuke Shirai (Nikaido Yamato)
- NULL
Tsubasa Yonaga (Izumi Mitsuki)
NULL
KENN (Yotsuba Tamaki)
- NULL
Atsushi Abe (Osaka Sogo)
- NULL
Takuya Eguchi (Rokuya Nagi)
- NULL
Kensho Onō (Nanase Riku)
- Hot Rod (Q-Transformers)
TRIGGER
Wataru Hatano (Yaotome Gaku)
- Optimus Prime (Robotmasters)
Sōma Saitō (Kujo Tenn)
- NULL
Satō Takuya (Tsunashi Ryunosuke)
- Hot Rod (Cyberverse)
RE:VALE
Sōichirō Hoshi (Momo)
- Tracks (Q-Transformers)
- Yukimura Sanada (Sengoku BASARA/Q-Transformers)
Shinnosuke Tachibana (Yuki)
- NULL
ŹOOĻ
Yūya Hirose (Isumi Haruka)
- NULL
Subaru Kimura (Inumaru Touma)
- NULL
Kōtarō Nishiyama (Natsume Minami)
- NULL
Takashi Kondō (Mido Torao)
- NULL
AGENCY STAFF
Satomi Satō (Takanashi Tsumugi)
- NULL
Kazuyuki Okitsu (Oogami Banri)
- Smokescreen (Prime)
- S.S. (Prime)
- Kenzan (Go!)
- Scrapface (War for Cybertron Trilogy)
Susumu Chiba (Takanashi Otoharu)
- Jetfire (Armada)
- Wheeljack (Armada)
- Sideways (Cybertron)
Katsuyuki Konishi (Yaotome Sosuke)
- Optimus Prime (Superlink)
- Cliffjumper (Energon)
- Angry Archer (Animated)
- Spike Witwicky (Animated)
Yoshihisa Kawahara (Anesagi Kaoru)
- Farnum (RID15)
Makoto Furukawa (Okazaki Rinto)
- NULL
Hiroki Takahashi (Tsukumo Ryo)
- Starscream/Hellscream (Beast Wars II)
- Mantis (Beast Wars II)
- Autolauncher (Beast Wars II)
- Optimus Prime (Animated)
FAMILY MEMBERS
Rina Hidaka (Kujo Aya)
- NULL
Fumihiko Tachiki (Chiba Shizuo)
- Cyclonus (Rebirth)
- Silverbolt (Rebirth)
- Spasma (Rebirth)
- Meltdown (Animated)
- Dino (Dark of the Moon)
- Megatronus (RID15)
Rikiya Koyama (Osaka Soshi)
- NULL
Kenjirō Tsuda (Kujo Takamasa)
- Thundercracker (Q-Transformers)
Chiwa Saito (Sunohara Ruri)
- NULL
OTHERS
Wataru Takagi (Mr. Shimooka)
- Cheetor (Beast Wars, Beast Wars Returns, Cyberverse)
- Generation 1 Megatron (Beast Wars)
- Glen Whitmann (Transformers)
- Jetstorm (Animated)
- Safeguard (Animated)
- Jazz (RID15)
Junichi Yanagita (Hyūga Akihito)
- NULL
Ryota Takeuchi (Douglass Rootbank)
- NULL
Tomokazu Seki (Sakura Haruki)
- Skids (Revenge of the Fallen)
Hirofumi Nojima (Thorvlad)
- NULL
SPOILER CHARACTERS
Takahiro Sakurai (Utsugi Shiro)
- Sideways (Armada)
- Blurr (Animated)
- Vince (Prime)
Yuichi Nakamura (Okazaki Rintaro)
- Lambor (Q-Transformers)
- Sunstreaker (Q-Transformers)
- Steeljaw (RID15)
Kaori Nazuka (Takanashi Musubi)
- NULL
Shin-ichiro Miki (Seto Ranvalt von Northmeir)
- Inferno (Beast Wars)
- Sentinel (ep18 only) (Beast Wars)
Kenichi Suzumura (Bernard Kenneth)
- NULL
Yasuyo Tomita (Haruka’s Grandmother)
- NULL
Ryota Osaka (Tanigawa Mon)
- NULL
Kazuhiro Nakaya (Producer Matsunaga)
- NULL
Mai Fuchigami (Hanamaki Sumire)
- NULL
Shugo Nakamura (Tsunashi Sotaro)
- NULL
SOUNGDOK (Oda Hiroto)
- NULL
Shoya Ishige (Matsunaga Taro)
- NULL
#And yes I will be updating this whenever a new Japanese Dub is announced#I told you I am mentally ill#IDOLiSH7#Transformers
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💞 Are you an ass man, or a titties man?
via In the spirit of Sinday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!
{ ooc } Welp, nothing for it then! Since you failed to specify which muse this was aimed for (and I’ll only be doing this the ONE time) you're getting all my active muses! ROLL CALL!
Kōtarō!
“Hard pick, but if I had to settle on the one... it’s the one that bounces on my lap. I say ass!”
Shigeru!
“Reiō, why’m I fuckin’ humourin’ this nonsense... Fine. Tits, ah guess?”
Forwin!
“Sometimes you just want to rest against something soft, have your hair stroked, and be told everything will be okay. So... boobs.”
Raphael!
“I can’t just pick one kind of meat! Man, chicken breasts or beef round... Breasts or round...! Wait, we’re not talking about food?”
Virgilia!
“Ass. Since that is all you wish to know, please, leave me to my work.”
Mask de Masculine!
“JUSTICE! True heroes must lead by example, for we have more pressing matters to consider! Shame on you all for lolly-gagging!”
James, I guess!
“Yeah, what Mr. Mask said!”
#{ ☁️ behind the scenes ☁️ ooc — replies ☁️ }#{ ooc: you are lucky my friend is very wise for suggesting this- }#{ i welcome any opportunity that allows me to be a bit stupid- }#{ we like to have fun here-! }
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Just You and Me
Dad!Bokuto x Daughter!reader
Summary: Taking a trip to a cabin in the middle of nowhere isn’t how you expected to spend your week of vacation, yet somehow Bokuto convinced you. In an unfamiliar place, you end up getting spooked and go to the only other person for help, even if your feelings tend to be a bit different from what they should be.
Warnings: incest, Bokuto in sweats, dubcon, grinding/frottage, nipple play, pussyjob, daddy kink/ddlg, f. oral receiving, creampie, squirting, possessiveness, bit of overstimulation
Watching trees pass by as songs play on the radio and you in the front seat of your dad’s newest off-road car is not how you expected this week to go by when you received news of getting a week off. Your university had been warning students of construction and they decided to give everyone, including staff, the next week off. It was a blessing to students like you, wishing for a break from the studious coursework.
Bokuto had greeted you that evening like he had been doing it for years. In reality, your dad was only a recently retired professional volleyball player, making his presence in your life scarce as he had bigger things to work on. You didn’t blame him for not putting in a lot of effort in raising you, of course. He had an entire career to focus on, plus the money to take care of a kid. When he retired, he ended up trying to actually interact with you, encouraging you to come home and spend some time with him, seeing as he made ‘too much’ for dinner. You sometimes came home, if you didn’t have lots of work, but this break meant you’d be home for more than just a night.
That was the plan, at first. Bokuto decided to tell you that the week off was perfect, telling you that his sister recently gave him her spare set of keys to the old Bokuto cabin in the woods. You told him it sounded like a horror movie, but he laughed it off and shook his head, telling you he used to go there with his family all the time during summer when he was in school. It helped him get closer to his family, especially since the connection to the outside world is a 15 minute drive from the house.
Even now, driving to the small little house, you couldn’t help but stare sadly at each passing tree and how life outside seemed to get smaller and smaller until the road got bumpy and trees parted just for you two. Bokuto tried to talk to you, but it was really more so him filling the music-silence. “You know my mom actually used to drop me off at the town we passed and I’d end up jogging 30 minutes to the cabin,”
“That sounds mean. Why’d she do it?”
“I asked her to, of course. I like running, even when I was a little brat. If she didn’t, I don’t think I’d be as athletically inclined as I am now,” he hummed, puffing his chest out like he was proud. You rolled your eyes, wishing the ride to be over.
“Surprised you know what athletically inclined means,” you mumble, then continue as he looks at you, smile dropped a bit. “Any fishing spots?”
“Actually, yeah! I didn’t bring any rods but… I think the town has some! I’ll check tomorrow morning or go by later, if you want to fish,”
“That sounds like fun,” you nod your head, getting him a bit more chipper. You’re able to read his emotions easily, switching his moods in case he gets too upset. Don’t want to be stuck with him when he’s in a bad mood, after all.
A couple more minutes of driving and Bokuto’s talking and you’re pulling up to the old cabin, set in a clearing. In the front yard, there’s a big gazebo that stands to the side, flowers growing around it. The healthy flowers confuses you, since you thought nobody came here. “Has anybody been here recently?”
“Hm? Oh, probably. Machiko spends family vacations here a lot, since Haru likes the outdoors. Rikka’s the only who gave me her spare set of keys, since she’ll be out of the country for a while and won’t need the keys,” Bokuto tells you, pulling the car into the driveway. You nod your head as you look around, seeing how well kept the place seems. For some reason, you expected it to look abandoned and overrun with greenery when Bokuto told you about how you guys hadn’t been there. However, getting out of the car, you noticed the entire front area was clean and kept well, with flower beds lining the outside — definitely something your aunt Machiko would do.
“I bet Haru does love it here. He’s always been a fan of running around and playing in dirt,” you mentioned, taking your luggage from the trunk, making Bokuto look at you.
“That’s right, you’ve actually met him!”
“Dad, I help Machiko with the parties! Of course I met him! I’ve known him since he was in diapers!” You shout back, making Bokuto laugh. Groaning, you go to leave but can’t get inside, so you wait outside with your suitcase and duffel bag. Of course, Bokuto brought four different luggage items, but he carries them easily as he closes up the car. Shaking the keys in his hand, he smiles and laughs as you put your hands on your hips, waiting for him to get to the door.
Once inside, you once more find yourself noticing how nice inside it is. The living area was nice and big, with a fireplace set in the corner and a television embedded in the wall above it. There was one couch, with two armchairs around the fireplace, and a small dining table area that led into the kitchen. Turning the corner, you looked into the kitchen and noticed how clean it looked, as if it was brand new and not decades old. “Do you like it?” You heard Bokuto say, his voice right next to your ear. Jumping, you turn around to find him looking down at you, hand on his hip as his eyes are lidded. “You look like you’ve never seen a cabin before,”
“I— well, I haven’t. I’m used to university dorms and our house, that’s pretty much it, though,” you mention. “This place is nothing like I imagined it to be,”
“Oh?”
“I expected wild animals, overrun gardens and vines covering the outside, moldy inside filled with bugs,” you list off things, making Bokuto cringe with each new thing.
“I may be a bit of a slob, but not even I’d let it go that far. Don’t worry, we keep things clean and tidy. And if there is a bug, I’ll kill it,” he gives you a thumbs up, winking.
Making a show of rolling your eyes and turning around so he can’t see your smile, you tell him “my hero.” Walking towards the back, you finally see the bedroom which although is cleaner than you expected, it still looks like it came out of a movie with the horrendous comforter designs. Bokuto’s right behind you, scanning the room. “What are you looking for?”
“Bugs, of course! Can’t have my darling daughter getting spooked, now can I?” He grins, making you cover your face. Beneath them, you can feel your face getting hot and try to shake it off. “Oh come on, it’s just a bit of teasing,” he rubs your head affectionately, then his hand moves down. You think he’s going for a hug, something you’re not used to, but instead he just removes his hand. “I’ll be in the other room, on the other side of the bathroom, okay?” He tells you before going through said bathroom, entering his own room. You sigh and shut the two doors into the bedroom, deciding to finally unpack.
Once you’re both settled in, you go exploring while Bokuto sets off to get some groceries from the town. You guys only brought dry stuff and they were mostly snacks, meaning you didn’t have anything fulfilling for dinner. Before he left, he told you to get comfortable in the house and settle in. So you decided to explore, finding an extra bedroom that has two twin beds and two closets instead of just one big one. Then you headed to the patio, noticing how it was shaded to protect from rain and shine, even has a hammock swing. Sitting on it, you lean back as it gently rocks, enjoying the small breeze you get and your eyes find themselves drawn to the stone pathway that seems to lead further into the woods. Deciding it’s nothing to worry about, you close your eyes as the breeze keeps you swaying.
When Bokuto gets home, you’re still asleep. He finds you, looking in each room before checking the patio. He smiles, deciding to move you inside and away from the mosquitoes. When his hand brushes over your thigh, you wake up, jerking away. “Oh, you woke up. I thought you might be a heavy sleeper, so I was gonna take you inside,” he says, giving off another one of his grins. You just look at him, then nod, getting up and moving inside. He watches you go, head tilted. He watches as you enter the bathroom, so he figures you’re fine as he goes to get the food.
The main dish for dinner is meat. Sautéed mushrooms and onions with bread and potatoes, and well done steak. You stay inside to cook the other ingredients while Bokuto cooks the steak on a grill outside. The potatoes are still baking when he comes back in, putting his hand on your back as he sets down the steaks. Instead of just two, there are four steaks. “Four?”
“Well, I’m hungry, so I made two for me,” he mumbles, seemingly shy. “I figured if you were really hungry, you would end up eating a second piece, too,”
Before saying you don’t think you’ll eat two whole steaks, you look at his face and decide against it. Turning back to the mushrooms and onions in the pan, you move them around a bit before telling him, “I might eat both of them. Thank you,”
“You’re welcome,” he gives you a kiss on the top of your head before walking off, not noticing how you stopped moving. He’s gone off to the bathroom, so you just keep on cooking, adding the steaks to the juice and covering them in the mushrooms, hoping the steaks will add flavor. This is the first time you’ve made dinner with your dad, making it seem so domestic and giving you a strange feeling, but it’s nice. He’s so nice and kind, acting as though you’re always around when in reality he’s never really talked to you for more than an hour at a time. His constant happy mood makes it hard for you to complain, as well, not wanting to ruin such a thing.
When dinner is ready, Bokuto serves his own plate and sits down at the table. He’s already set it and had you across from him instead of beside him, thankfully, so you sit down and start to dig in. He continues a conversation, somehow eating all his food at the same time. When you finally get to your second steak, you know you won’t be able to eat it, but Bokuto watches intently to see what you do.
“You know, I’m a bit full. Do you.. do you want half of my steak?” You ask him, seeing his eyes light up. Smiling, you cut it and give him the slightly bigger half, watching him eat it a bit slower than his own steaks, probably due to your slow eating.
The rest of the evening is lackluster, with nothing to do and horrible internet connection. Retiring to bed early, you make sure to shut both doors and lock them, only to find there’s only a lock on the bathroom door from the inside. It’s not like you don’t trust your dad, he’s got no reason to give you that feeling, but it does make you feel uneasy regardless. Bokuto is a nice guy, everyone who you’ve met has said so, even his own teammates only have good things to say for the most part. Even if you feel uneasy, your small nap earlier didn’t energize you and you’re easily falling asleep, finding the silence to be comforting.
When your eyes are blinking away the sleep, you find yourself wishing for the silence to be back. Always a light sleeper, you find the source of the sound. Crickets and cicadas, noisy as ever. With the small wind blowing, it was easy to hear the bugs talking and chirping, annoying you relentlessly. Even when you thought they’d finally quiet down, they’d start up again as you got comfortable. Rolling around and covering your ears, focusing on your heartbeat in your ears, you manage to relax yourself enough to get tired again.
When you hear a creak in the floorboards, you jolt out of bed and look around, seeing nothing. Using your phone, sure enough, nobody was in the room except you. Even as you check the bedroom door, you notice the lights in the kitchen and living room still on, meaning the room would be illuminated before Bokuto could enter your room. Sighing and telling yourself to calm down, you try to relax yourself again, telling yourself it’s just an old house. However, when the wind howls a bit stronger and you hear scratching against your window you decide you’ve had enough.
Bokuto is lounging on the couch, clad in nothing but some grey sweatpants, when you exit your room. It’s colder at night, so you hold yourself as you enter the living room, clearing your throat. He perks up, turning to you. “Hey, hey, what’s going on? Nightmare?” He asks, moving up from his position. He’s still sitting, but he’s alert now. The kitchen light is on, so you’re illuminated enough for him to see you, while you can only see part of him that’s illuminated by the television and the moon outside. Fiddling with your hands you try to think of an excuse, realizing now that ‘scary noises’ is not an adult reason for getting scared.
“It’s just— Yeah, something like a nightmare. I’m not used to being out in the country, after all,” you decide to say, rocking a bit as you tell him so. “The wind is strong and it’s so quiet, so I’m uneasy,”
“Oh, let me guess.. bugs outside your window and the creaky house?” He asks, giving off a gentle smile. You hesitantly nod and he gives off a light laugh, nothing mocking. “I got scared of them my first night, too. It’s alright, come on and hang out with me, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says, patting his lap as he lays back down.
Normally, people would say and talk about how it’s weird. But this is Bokuto, who shows his affection by touch, and you’re desperately starving for physical affection. Moving to lay on top of him, you quickly do so as to not think too hard when you have to straddle him. He hums in content when you settle down against him, crossing your arms under your cheek as to not completely be against his bare chest. He wasn’t sweaty, thanks to chilly temperature of the house, but he was quite warm. When he wrapped his arms around you, turning his attention back to the TV, you tried to go to back to sleep, listening to his heartbeat and finding yourself relaxing under his touch and warmth. The last thing you felt was him patting your head, his hand keeping its place as you succumbed to sleep once more.
Next time you flutter your eyes open the next time, you can only see a bit in front of you as the night has mostly passed, the sky getting a bit brighter. Lifting your head up, you turn look outside and smile, noticing it’s much more peaceful than last night. Your eyes open wide as you remember the previous night, looking down to see Bokuto’s chest, covered in silver hair. Finding it disgusting now that you’re not tired, you remove yourself from his chest and just straddle him, looking down at his sleeping form. He’s so peaceful when he sleeps, one arm behind his head while his other lays limply at his side after you took it off of you. Smiling down at him, you move down to brush some strands of hair from his face and then jerk your hand away, stunned at what you did. Patting your cheeks, you tell yourself to stop being weird and move to get off, but end up moving a bit too far back, stopping when you bump into something hard.
Your movement immediately stops, immediately realizing what it was, especially when Bokuto moves a bit, a groan in his throat that has your skin prickling. Instead of trying to move off of it, you get curious and move against it again, watching as Bokuto squirms again, hands moving towards you as his one eye opens, trained on you. “You shouldn’t do that, you know. A rude way to wake up your dad, isn’t it?”
When he calls himself that, you feel a gnawing in your stomach that has you agreeing with him, knowing what you’re doing is wrong. Curiosity is something you’ve always had, so you just fall to your own curiosity. Even in moments like these. “You seemed to enjoy it, so I was curious. That’s all,” you simply say, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. Now that he’s awake, you take a chance to do it again, but he’s quick enough to realize what you’re doing, pulling you back against his chest as your ass moves away from his boner.
“Didn’t expect you to be a little tease in the morning. A little surprise from sleeping on me, is that it?” He whispers in your ear, making a shiver run through you as your hands are pressed against his chest. Not really noticing it before, you now notice how he’s completely packed with muscles and you can feel them flexing under your touch. So focused on your own thoughts, you’re ripped from them when you feel two fingers pressing against your pussy from the outside of your shorts.
“What— What are you doing?!” You try to squirm away, but he only presses harder as you can feel your pussy pulsing under his fingers. It’s embarrassing, especially since it’s all from pressing up against his hard cock. Moving your head to the side, you look back to see his hand over your ass and notice just how unrestrained his cock is beneath the sweatpants. Gasping from pleasure and shock, you dig your nails into his chest as he rubs a bit harder.
“Bit of payback. You rubbed against me, so I’m rubbing against you. You’re quite literally pulsing under my touch, do you not like it?” He asks, temporarily removing his fingers until you whine. Your face turns hot when you do so, especially when he lets out a big laugh that has your heart fluttering. “Seems like you’re enjoying it, little tease,” he whispers the last bit in your ear, making you get even more hot and bothered.
“It’s just because of curiosity. That’s all,” you tell both him and yourself. Just curiosity. Bokuto hums, removing his slightly wet fingers from your shorts, letting you go. Taking the chance, you remove yourself from his chest and sit back, brushing against his cock again, making you let out a low moan.
“Curious, then? Well then, I’ve never been one to keep others from answers. Go ahead,” he says, smiling as he waves his fingers a bit. Confused, you stare at him. He answers you by bucking his hips, you moaning again. “Sate your curiosity if you want,”
Understanding what he means, you suddenly feel embarrassed. When his hands land on your thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs and massaging the flesh, you manage to convince yourself to do so. It’s just curiosity and it’s not wrong, you tell yourself, and Bokuto’s your dad, so it’s a safe place to test out curiosity. That’s it, you tell yourself. Even as you place your hands on his abdomen, gently brushing your clothed pussy over his own clothed cock, you tell yourself it’s just a bodily response as you feel your shorts get wetter. Even when he grins up at you, shooting teasing words, you tell yourself it’s fine.
“You’re dripping all over me, no need to be shy,” he encourages, tapping your thigh as he spreads your legs a bit wider. The couch is big enough to do so, your body lowering until you’re completely on his hard cock. Closing your eyes, you rub against him and focus on the pleasure. Ignoring the build up of wetness you’re rubbing against his sweats, you let out a few moans as you rub against a sweet spot, trying to have him rub against that spot again. “A bit more than simple curiosity, isn’t it?”
His voice snaps you from your dream world, eyes looking down to see him smirking at you. He’s smiled and grinned plenty of times, but never smirked towards you with lidded eyes. It goes straight down to your core, making your body flushed as he trails his hands up to your shorts. “Do you like these shorts?” When you look at him in curiosity, then just shrug, you’re gasping as the material is almost instantly shred. Shorts and panties in pieces, dropped to the side and easily forgotten as your pussy in now bare and on display for him. You can’t even say anything before he’s pulling his sweats down, showing off more of his happy trail until his cock is springing out the fabric, standing up straight against your inner thigh.
A feeling of dread pools in your gut once you see it, noticing how wide and long it is, knowing the college boys you’ve been with could hardly compare to the sheer size. You’d be split in two, you think, but slides you on top of his cock, bending his legs as he helps you slide against it. The feeling is more intense and better than before, feeling his cock rub against the inside of your folds as he keeps the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, adding to your pleasure. Your body weight keeps his cock pushed down, but when you go to adjust to a better position, it moves up and you almost sit on it, but Bokuto makes sure to move it in time.
“Having a hard time?”
“Just— Just a bit,” you say, laughing nervously as you continue to rub. It feels so good, you don’t want to stop. But when he grabs your thighs and adjusts his position, you think it’s over. It isn’t, he just moves you to lay down while he’s hovering over you. “Wait, not—!”
“Hey, it’s alright. I’m not entering you,” he shushes, guiding his cock to rub against your folds once more. Giving your legs a break, it feels much better when he’s doing the work. So engrossed in pleasure, you just run your fingers through his hair as he pushes up your shirt, a pleasant hum from him when he notices the lack of a bra. Continuing to rub against you, his tip rubbing against your clit, you moan when his lips wrap around one of your nipples, fingers playing with the other one. Pushing him closer to your chest, you throw your head back in bliss as you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for something even as his cock rubs so close to your entrance. With his other hand against your back, you move a hand down to press his cock even more into your pussy, making him groan as you press on it.
“Please don’t stop,” you whisper, breathless as you feel an orgasm coming. Even though you say that, he pulls away, giving a flick to your nipple with his tongue. “Daddy, wh—”
Even though you stopped yourself after hearing the word leave your lips, you can’t help but simmer in embarrassment as he looks down at you, unmoving. He beats you to saying anything though, leaving no room for apologies. “You should watch yourself, little girl. Don’t want to go too far or I may not be able to stop. Especially if you’re gonna be whining for me like that,” he grins, a devilish grin that has your cunt clenching once more. His smile then drops though, becoming more serious. “I’m serious. You know it’s wrong, isn’t it?”
“But it’s just you and me, isn’t it? That’s what you told me when you told me about the vacation,” you say, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down. His nose is touching yours, but he keeps his distance from your lips. “It’ll be our little secret, won’t it? After all, I’m still your little girl, aren’t I?” You continue, eyes lidded as you say so.
“That’s right, baby girl, you and me,” he agrees, then pushes his lips against yours. Moaning into the kiss, you arch your back as you try to press his cock against you once more. Instead, he leans back, moving your body with his as he gets up from the couch. His lips never leave yours, small growls as his hands dig into the flesh of your ass and your legs tighten around his waist, never wanting to let go.
Soon enough, you feel a bed mattress under you, breaking the kiss to see you’re in one of the bedrooms. A quick glance shows you it’s his, seeing the clean room as if he hadn’t been in it, which he hadn’t. He’s crawling on top of you, lips trailing from your stomach and up to your chest once more, lips and teeth attacking your nipples as your fingers find purchase in his hair once more, scraping against his scalp as you squirm. The feeling of an orgasm has subsided, but you’re still desperate for release. “Daddy, please,”
“Please what, baby? Gotta use your words,” he hums, sucking on your tit as you moan, back arching.
“I want you to make me feel good, please,” you whine, looking at him through blurry eyes. “I want your cock,”
“Oh no, not quite yet,” he chuckles, giving your breast one more kiss before he trails down your body once more. He presses a few kisses to your inner thigh, leading a trail of them until he’s pressing a kiss to your slicked up folds. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for daddy, after all. You’re dripping but I think you deserve a bit of a treat. I’ll get my own sweet treat, too, of course,” he hums between kisses to your pussy and small licks.
You didn’t think you’d feel anything better than his cock rubbing against your clit, but his tongue flicking against it does the job. Even his lips, pursed together as they suck on the little bud, feel wonderful. Your fingers let go out his hair, worried you’ll pull strands out, your hands moving up to cup your breasts. He can still look at you and he moans in pleasure after he notices you touching yourself. Pushing your thighs tighter around his head, he completely dives in to eat you out as you scream from the pleasure, your fingers tweaking and pulling at your nipples. Sucking on two fingers, you use them to play with one of your nipples, gritting your teeth as drool drips from your mouth and Bokuto slurps up all the juices from your pussy. He’s just as desperate as you are, squeezing your thighs as he makes sloppy noises, eyes glancing up to see how you’re reacting to each lick and suck he gives you. When your hands leave your breasts, one hand bunching up your shirt and the other scratching at the comforter, he gives you one last hard suck as you cream all over his face.
“Ah, da-daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t—” you stop, realizing he didn’t really set up rules.
“Didn’t what, sweetheart?” He asks, swiping off any slick with his fingers before slurping it up. He lets none go to waste, making a show of popping his finger out of his mouth. “I didn’t say you couldn’t cum, did I?”
“You didn’t, no, but— but I, um,” you stutter, eyes glancing away. He seems to get the hint, from the way you try to rub your legs together and how you fiddle with your shirt, pulling the sleeves to cover your hands.
“Oh, some dumb little college boy told you that you couldn’t cum? Is that it?” He whispers, pressing his lips against your ear. Your skin is hot and flushed, telling him the answer. “And you called him daddy, too, didn’t you? Tch,” he clicks his tongue, seemingly upset. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you what a real daddy is like. You won’t need no college boys fucking my little cunt, isn’t that right? It’s all mine now, isn’t it?” You don’t answer him, too busy whining as he rubs his thumb against your clit and sending pleasure shockwaves through your body. So sensitive from you first orgasm, you can’t even talk to him. How cute.
He doesn’t wait for you to give him an answer, simply lining his cock up with your entrance. Even if you wanted to back out now, he wouldn’t let you. With the taste of you on his tongue and the way you so easily call him daddy, he knew he couldn’t go back to how you two were a day or two ago. The thought of you laying back and letting some nobody stick their dick inside of you makes his blood boil, revving jealousy as he knows you’ve been tainted before. The thought alone has him pushing all the way in, covering your mouth as you let out a scream from pain. He doesn’t really give you time to adjust, starting up a brutal pace that has your ass jiggling with the force and your screams turn into moans, which he lets go unmuffled. He doesn’t want you in pain, but he loves hearing your sweet noises, especially when they’re all for him.
“Daddy, you’re— so big,” you gasp out between thrusts, bringing his head close to you once more. Your arms find themselves around his neck more often than not, finding it easier to bring him closer to your body. He doesn’t mind, but he does let out a pleased grumble when you say such words, speeding up his thrusts as you continue to mewl and whine under him. “God, you’re— completely splitting me!”
“Stupid little boyfriends can’t compare, can they?” He huffs out, sucking a patch of skin on your throat. High enough that you can’t cover it, even if he’ll have to replace it before the week’s over. A bit more nibbling on your skin, along your jaw as you let him, tilting your head back to give him room. “You’re so tight, even after I got you so wet, guess they were just too small to fuck you real good-!” He groans, moving his head up so he can press his lips against yours. You’re drooling an awful lot, mouth continuously open as you can’t control your noises well, especially with how full Bokuto makes you feel. Each harsh thrust has him pushing against your cervix and making stars bud in your vision, but you don’t dare make him stop. It feels so good, you can’t even think how you got pleasure from anyone else.
“Daddy, I’m—!” You scream, nails digging into his skin as your cunt clamps down around him. He doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you as he chases his own release.
“Fuck, bet you ain’t ever done that before,” he chuckles, looking down as clear fluid gushes from you, splashing against his cock and abdomen, also covering you. The strands from your cunt connect his hips to yours, even as he pulls away, and him pushing back in makes such a sloppy sound he gets lost in it, coming up on his own release quicker than expected.
“Wai—Wait! Not inside, plea—!” You try to tell him, but he’s cursing once more as he buries himself balls deep, filling you up with his cum. It’s so hot and filling, you can’t help but clench around his cock as he goes to pull out. He let out such a heavy load, it just comes oozing out of your cunt, pooling against the bedsheets.
“Shit, hang on, I’ll get something to clean you up with,” he curses to himself as he removes himself from you, his post-orgasm bliss much shorter than yours. Even as he leaves you, running to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth, you notice he’s still quite hard. Trailing a hand down between your legs, you push some of his cum back into you, spreading it over your folds as you do and rubbing your clit. You’re still overly sensitive, especially after squirting so suddenly, but you can’t help but want more. Scooping some cum up, you lick it off your fingers and moan, finding the taste isn’t that bad.
Bokuto leaves the bathroom after getting you a warm washcloth and a change of clothes, but stops in his tracks as he watches you still scooping his cum back into your oozing pussy. Absolutely flushed and unsatisfied, you look up at him, with one hand rubbing your clit in his cum and the other playing with your nipple. “I want more, daddy. Don’t I deserve a treat?”
Smirking, he sets down the clothes and places the washcloth on the bedside table, crawling back on top of you. You’re just as eager as him, pulling him back towards you as he pushes his cum back inside of you, stuffing you full with his cock once more. It’s not the last time he’ll do so, and it’s not the last time he’ll spend his morning giving you a creamy treat for breakfast, but he fucks you like it’ll be his last.
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[sᴄ] 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐝
sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: bokuto is trying to give an interview after a big game but his son is being a bit of a distraction
ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader
It was a largely anticipated game between the MSBY Black Jackles and the Sendai Frogs. The media had been all over the match after discovering the most members of both teams had been in training camps together during their time in High school and to add on top of that, are personally close.
It was a tight game with a lot of gut-clenching moments but the Jackles came out on top with a screaming Bokuto Kōtarō and an almost run down Sakusa Kiyoomi who had immediately ran off to get a towel from their manager.
You were there - of course. You have to support your husband and your son has to be there too for his daddy. The two were basically inseparable since the birth of his mini-me (not to mention the amount of time they spend getting in trouble together). His son had even started to beg you to dye his hair like his daddy’s; going as far to colour his raven locks with white chalk and acrylic paints.
He had too become obssessed with the sport that had become a large part of your life through the past few years - stemming from high school where you had met Bokuto himself. Your son was going to be one hell of a spiker from what you and Bokuto could tell from now (e.g. he spiked a vase off of your kitchen island).
“Daddy!” Your son cries in excitement as he clenches your hand in an attempt to pull you foreword and down the creaking steps. He cries and cheers as he makes his way closer, his own dad ignoring the sweat towel his manager was passing him in order to grab his son in a sweaty hug.
“Mr. Bokuto! Could we please do a quick interview?” An eager reporter jumps from the sidelines as she practically shoves the foam covered microphone into Bokuto’s face. Your husband smiles anyways, nodding as he holds his son closer.
To say you’re a bit embarrassed is an understatement. Your son is practically hanging off of your husband who is still answering the questions like nothing is happening - as if his son wasn’t hanging from his hair and bending his head at an unusual angle.
“You seem a bit excited don’t you?” The interviewer takes interest in your son who giggles and laughs, still pulling on the two toned strands on top of Bokuto’s head. He laughs as he grabs his son and holds him closer to the microphone.
“My daddy is awesome!” He smiles with a toothy grin (albeit he’s missing a few teeth due to his age), eyes sparkling under the bright lights of the gym. An equally as bright smile is plastered onto Bokuto’s face who grins brightly at his sons antics. The two were sure to be plastered on the front of Japan’s news articles the next few days with cheesy alliterated puns.
“He sure is, buddy!” The interviewer laughs light-heartedly as she moves on to interview the other members of the Black Jackles.
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A Small Friend
Reader: F
Character: Kōtarō Bokuto
Rating: G
Summary: You played with the gift in your pocket. It was wrapped in tissue paper with a sticker on it reading your boyfriend’s name, Kōtarō Bokuto. You had made it for him when he went to the qualifiers for the Japan Olympic Men’s Team.
Warning: Fluff
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You played with the gift in your pocket. It was wrapped in tissue paper with a sticker on it reading your boyfriend’s name, Kōtarō Bokuto. You had made it for him when he went to the qualifiers for the Japan Olympic Men’s Team.
You did everything you could to make it as lucky as possible, every wish, prayer, ritual, you even put a small Pyrite stone in it. You crinkled the tissue paper as you walked through town with your hands in your jacket pockets.
You sighed to yourself, you had been working on this project for a few weeks now. It wasn’t perfect, you had just learned the skill to make it but you were eager to make something for your boyfriend. You were meeting at your favourite cafe, the one with the good coffee and delicious chocolate cake.
Bokuto knew he was on an athlete’s diet, but often one slice would be okay. At least in his books. As you approached, you saw him through the window with two cups of coffee in font of him. You smiled to yourself and with a pep in your step you quickly made it inside to protect yourself from the cold.
The silver haired man saw you and smiled. He beckoned you over and you slinked through to the back of the cafe and sat down across from him, taking off your hat and placing it on the table.
“How’s my beloved.” He smiled as you nudged the second coffee over, “Was worried you weren’t going to show up, you didn’t respond to my last message.”
“Oh, bobo.” You said, “I was underground and the train was delayed. I’d never stand you up, especially not now. The qualifiers are tomorrow, right?”
“Yep, bright and early!” He chirped, his hands gave a slight shake of anxiety, “Can’t wait.” But you knew he was rather nervous about the prospect of playing for the Olympics. That was why you wanted to give him a gift.
You took off your coat and slung it over the back of the chair before you gave your boyfriend another smile, “Thank you for the coffee, Bo. Cream instead of milk right?”
He nodded, “I remember from last time.” Bokuto was the type of men who bounced between overly sweet coffee or just plain black, it was determined by how wired he wanted to be. After becoming friends with Sakusa on the Black Jackals, he had taken a liking to tea in recent months.
He rubbed his leg against yours and rested his elbows on the table, “So you’re going to come to the practice match? They’re allowing partners and what not to come.” His smiled grew, “I’d love to have you there.”
“Don’t you get nervous when I’m at games? You say it makes your anxiety worse.”
He sighed, “I know, I know. But tomorrow is different, this is the next big step for us.”
“You mean you.” You said.
He shook his head, “No, no, beloved, Both of us. After all you’re gonna be my wife soon so.” He dragged off. Bokuto wanted to get married literally a week after you met, but you told him to wait till after you graduated college, then you can start planning.
You chuckled and reached out for him, “Still about marriage huh?”
“Of course, why couldn’t I be?” He asked, “You’re my one and only!” He beamed, “No c’mon drink up, we’re celebrating with two slices of cake.”
“Oh wow, won’t the coach get mad.” You chuckled.
“I won’t tell if you don’t tell.” He then placed a finger over his lips for a moment.
You chuckled and said, “Well, I have something for you for tomorrow.” You felt your cheeks grow warm as you worried over if he was even going to like it. You saw him perk up and ask.
“What is it?”
You leaned towards you coat pocket and said, “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” Then plucked the gift out of your pocket.
Bokuto happily closed his eyes and held out his hands across the table. You hesitated for a moment to put it in his hands but eventually did. Watching him open his eyes to see the wrapped present.
He blinked at it for a moment, then his smile grew as he demolished the wrapping paper, leaving little specks of the stuff on the table, near his drink. What was revealed was a small crocheted bear with a sewn heart on his chest.
Bokuto didn’t say anything for a moment and became worried. Did he hate it? Did he think it was dumb?
“Do you-” You started before Bokuto interrupted you.
His eyes grew wide with excitement as he cheered, “I love it, baby!” Then crushed the toy against his cheek, “It’s so soft and squishy!”
You blushed more, “Are you sure it’s okay?”
“It’s more than okay.” He smiled as he looked at its little eyes with admiration, “Oh, I love it, baby. It’s beautiful, he’s going with me tomorrow for practice.”
“It’s meant to be good luck.” You said shyly.
“Well then of course he’ll have to come! I need all the luck I can tomorrow, baby! I’m sorry I couldn’t make you something as cool, but I promise to make it up to you.”
“Oh, Bo. You don’t have to.” You said shyly.
“No, no. I want to. Please.” He placed the bear down and reached out to you, he touched your hand gently, “When I get into the Olympics, I’m going to win gold for you as thank you.” Then gave you a grin, “I promise.”
“Alright, Bo.” You said, “You win gold for me and Mr. Bear.” Then smiled a bit at him. He just grinned and squeezed your hand before he went back to his coffee, idly playing with the toy as he talked with you.
You felt pleased with yourself and what you created. Bokuto’ reaction made your heart soar, maybe he was going to be a good husband. Not that you doubted it, but you could see yourself spending forever with him.
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Pairing: Alpha!Bokuto Kōtarō x F!omega reader
Genre: A/B/O AU 🐾 | Smut, 18+ // minors DNI!
WC: 3,057
My whole body was shivering despite it being a sweltering sunny day, my mind was hazy and clouded with the need to submit to an Alpha.
To be overtaken, pounded into until I was a dumb mess of omega mush and knotted until I was fat with pups.
Fucking hormones and omega instincts.
Fucking expired heat suppressants.
Stupid fucking idiot me for not noticing until it was too late.
My rational mind fought off the swarm of nuisance thoughts as I hurried my way back to my apartment carefully avoiding anyone’s gaze, suffocating my scent glands in a thick hooded sweater and scarf I had kept at the bakery for the unexpected colder days. It didn’t do much to ward off the curious glances and sniffs from the passing Alphas and others on the street, but luckily none acted on instincts, I didn’t stick around long enough to trigger anything in them.
My thighs were sticking together uncomfortably beneath my summer dress as the slick pooled in my panties and ran down the sides. The friction against my sensitive core only added to the ache, and I had to fight every ounce of instinct in me to hold back the whimpers, to not just fall on the ground and present myself to the next suitable Alpha that crossed my path.
I just needed to get home unscathed and get on my pharmacy app to order a fresh batch of suppressants, wait out a week for them to take full affect and I’ll be good to return to my normal, uncomplicated life.
I had been lucky in avoiding anymore people. No one was waking along the final stretch that led to my apartment building; a high-rise nestled just outside of the main district of downtown but still fairly luxurious for an apartment building. After a rough time in my earlier years out on my own, I decided once my bakery was successful enough I would splurge and put myself in a comfortable apartment with extra building security for my own peace of mind. I made my way to the door where the Beta doorman was waiting with it open for me, smiling until he caught the edge of my currently overwhelming scent.
“Quick, quick in miss Y-N,” Ferris ushered me through the door and shut it behind us. Walking me to the empty elevator and pushed my floor, nearly the top, at 27 of 35. “You shouldn’t be out wandering around in such a state, it isn’t safe for you!” The older man patted my hands in his with a worried expression. I just smiled and nodded along to his worrying over me.
“I know Mr. Ferris,” I sighed, “there was an unfortunate mishap with my medication so I’m gonna be staying cooped up for a bit.” He just nodded and ushered me along, and I gave a small wave and smile as the doors closed and he gave me one final wave off. I sighed, releasing the death grip I had on the jacket around me, still covering my scent glands as best as I could, but not with so much force around my throat. I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from self-asphyxiation on the way home.
After a few minutes in the elevator my floor was finally reached with a gentle ding! and I was hurrying out into the hall to make sure I was alone. With no one around I felt safe enough to walk briskly to my apartment without any further paranoia. I was reaching my door, just about to press in my key code and slink into a week of needy depression when I heard the door slighty adjacent to mine across the hall open behind me.
My whole body froze like a bunny caught in a wolf’s gaze.
Fuck.
“Hey hey hey, my sweet little Y/N!” A bright, jovial baritone rang out behind me, and soon I felt the looming presence of the man I feared most coming into contact with at this very moment right at my back. The immense heat radiating off of him in waves with his sweet, clean scent with mint, along with a headier male musk underneath. “You’re home early! Sorry to be a pest but did you bring any pastries home with you? I have such an awful craving right now and-” my kind, handsome neighbor regarded me silently, and what I didn’t see were his sweet golden eyes darkening to a dangerous lustful shade as he leant forward and took a gentle sniff in. A ragged breath leaving his chest as he inched forward just enough for me to feel his clothing ghosting against my back. “Y/N? Are you okay? You smell.... you s-smell so good. Different,” he slurred behind me, leaning down to rub his cheek against the top of my head and nose my hair as he took in deeper breaths. I was completely frozen, in fear or need... I couldn’t decide.
Maybe both.
When my neighbor let out a deep, rumbling groan from inside his chest I leant more towards need in my current aching state as I instinctively pressed my body back against his. “Y-Y/N you shouldn’t be out right n-now in your state s’not safe y’know...” his voice trailed off, a pained mixture of a whimper and a growl leaving his chest as I reached forward and punched in my key code to my apartment.
“Ko,” I heard the Alpha behind me purr as his name slipped from my mouth, my voice and body trembling. “I had a bit of a setback as you can tell, so no pastries today,” the whimper that left him made my cheeks warm because it wasn’t hormonal, it was just Bokuto being a pouty baby who wanted a soft bread or sweet cake.
“Mm s’okay Y/N...” Bokuto’s voice trailed off as he placed his large hands on my hips, palms swallowing my sides and pressing tightly into the plush flesh, fingers gripping down with a bruising force. He was leaning forward and placing soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck until he licked a small strip up along where my scent glands were and I couldn’t stop the full-body shudder than shook me. “D-do you want me to stop?” His voice was a whisper, still heavy with need but more Bokuto than Alpha was talking to me. I shook my head, stepping into my apartment and allowing the Alpha to come in with me, slipping out of our shoes in a tangled mess of legs, and laughing as Bokuto hastily locked the door behind him.
“I know we’re both kind of teetering on the edge of control right now,” Bokuto continued gently, hands still gripping my sides tightly as he allowed me to set my things down on the bench in my entryway. A low growl leaving him when I almost slipped out of his hold. “But I need to know it’s not just your omega pushing you into this Y/N. I’ve admired you since I first met you, wanted you,” Bokuto was peppering my neck and the side of my face with butterfly kisses, “but if you tell me to stop, to leave... I will. Nothing will change between us if you put up a boundary for yourself right now but everything will change for the worse if you force yourself into something you don’t want...” I couldn’t believe the articulated thoughts of pure, sweet kindness coming out of Bokuto’s mouth but I was so happy to hear them. I’ve had such a huge crush on my long-time Alpah neighbor since he came knocking on my door one late evening when I was testing recipes, a mess of apologies and need as he caught a whiff of the new cakes I was trying to perfect and the poor thing had just returned home from an away game with his volleyball team, starving and exhausted. He spent the night giving me feedback on my testers and I let him sugar-crash on my couch, waking him up with a healthier breakfast more suitable for an athlete in the morning.
We’ve been close since that day.
Well, close but not as close as right now... despite the aching deep in me that always welled up inside whenever we spent time together. My omega whimpering at how perfect of an Alpha Bokuto would be.
“Y/N?” Bokuto was asking once again, I could feel his hands shaking as his control over his instincts began to slip.
I simply nodded.
“Y-yes Ko,” I swallowed hard when his hands gripped tighter on my hips, crushing me further against him as his arms snaked up my body to wrap me in a tight hold from behind. “I want this - I’ve wanted this, w-wanted you...” I couldn’t form full thoughts, not like he deserved to hear but we were both in a compromising state of mind right now. “P-please Alpah, need you so badly,” that was all it took to have me turned around so fast in his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a mess of teeth and saliva as pure need took over us both. One of his hands was fisted in the hair at the back of my head, the other cupping the side of my throat, his thumb stroking along my jaw as he deepened the kiss like he was trying to crawl inside my body through my mouth.
He was pushing me back toward my couch, his hands now fumbling behind me to pull the zipper of my dress and have the fabric pooling to the ground. He growled into my mouth as he hooked two fingers in the hem of my lace panties to pull them down and off while his other hand guided me down softly onto the couch. He had me draped over the arm of the sectional as he layed down between my legs, I was able to peek open my heavy eyes in time to see the primal look on his face before he licked his lips and leant down to lick a long strip up my soaked pussy, the sensation sending electric shocks through my whole body as I arched off the couch with a yelp.
Bokuto let out a deep, rumbling growl with a whisper of “so sweet,” before diving back in and devouring my sopping pussy like a man starved. His mouthed latched around my swollen clit with a pressure that had me seeing stars as he suddenly plunged two thick fingers into me, curling upward against my sticky walls, quickly bringing me to the edge. He didn’t relent his assault on me, mouth staying locked on and fingers curling cruelly as my body shook and arched up off the couch with a shrill scream, my whole body convulsing with wave after wave of electric pleasure shocks. Bokuto removed his fingers slowly and licked them clean, blowing a cool stream of air against my sensitive clit, causing me to whimper in his hold as he delved his tongue into me to lap up more of my slick. I was a whimpering mess above him, wriggling to be free of the stimulation to the newly over-sensitive area but he kept his pink muscle deep in my pussy as his nose occasionally brushed up against my clit causing my hips to buck further against his face. The groans he was letting out were downright sinful and soon had me back on the precipice of another impending orgasm. Bokuto reached one hand up to thumb circles on my clit as he kept himself deep in my pussy, soon I was bucking up against his face as another heavy wave crashed down on me. I was panting and swearing and pleading to be released because the pleasure was stating to morph with a tinge of pain as he kept up the relentless assault.
“K-Ko please no more,” I was whining above him, my chest heaving with broken breaths. Bokuto’s mouth was shiny with my slick as he crawled up my body and crashed his lips down on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, in combination with feeling his still-clothed cock straining against his joggers, had me mewling with need and bucking up to meet his bulge.
“You say no more but your body is begging for me,” Bokuto muses. “Do you want me to stop?” His golden eyes were looking down at me, dark and swirling with lust as a beautiful half-smile graced his face. I shook my head and he just chuckled. “Use your words baby, ask for what you want,” he cooed, leaning down to pepper kisses and gentle nips along the side of my neck, stopping to suck on a particular spot once my let out a gasp and wriggled beneath his large body caging me in.
“Mmphf, p-please Ko, Alpha, need you,” my cheeks were burning but I didn’t care, my whole body was on fire for the man on top of me, crying out to him for any crumb he’d give me, “need your cock-mm-need to feel so full with you please Alpha, please,” Bokuto crashed his lips back down against mine with an urgent need while he ground his hardened cock against my slick-covered core, the friction of the fabric bringing another whine from my throat.
“How can I say no to such a pretty omega begging to be knotted, hm?” Bokuto was nuzzling down into the crook oh my neck, “pretty omega, perfect omega, my omega.” I didn’t realize when he had shimmied out of his joggers but soon I felt the large tip of his cock pressing into my hole, even with two orgasms and the slight stretch from his fingers earlier it still burned so wonderfully to be full of Bokuto’s cock, every inch of his cock catching on my walls and dragging new sensations forward as I clawed at his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him in an attempt to be closer to him, to pull more of him inside of me. “Such a needy slut for her Alphas cock, hmm?” I nodded my head so vigorously, rolling my hips to coax the man above me into moving. “Poor thing, I’ll give you everything you need...” with a quick snap of his muscled hips, his thick cock was driven deep, the head pummeling against my cervix with blinding pressure as he slammed his hips over and over into me, heavy balls slapping against my slick-coated ass sending shivers up my spine. “Fuck, ‘mega, you’re so tight-fuck- so fucking perfect, so perfect for me.” Bokuto was all bared teeth and snarls above me, leaning down to kiss and bite over his earlier marks along my neck. I craned my neck, exposing more of myself to his assault as he kept up the brutal pace inside of me. It didn’t take long before I was crying out with the sudden hit of an orgasm I didn’t even feel the buildup to, the walls of my pussy were sucking a Bokuto in deeper with each of his thrusts, and soon I could feel the way his hips stuttered, sloppy and less practiced. I didn’t realize his teeth were on me, biting deep into the flesh of my neck where my scent glands were, blood spilling out of the wound and into his mouth and down my neck and chest as Bokuto marked me as his, licking one long, final strip up my neck across the wound, sealing it.
There was a final quick snap of his hips, until Bokuto’s large knot stretched me with a burn that had me whimpering, gasping when it popped through the small opening of my pussy, slick helping to coax it inside as my walls clamped down on him and his knot further in another orgasms as he emptied ropes of hot, white cum deep inside of me. The continued short, sharp thrusts Bokuto made as he continued to empty himself inside of me brought on one more orgasm, my whole body siezing and shaking, walls clamping down around the fleshy member knotted inside of me, my chest was heaving with deep breaths as my eyes edged with black and every small twitch Bokuto made inside of me had me crying out - with pleasure or pain or both - I couldn’t tell. He leant down to scoop me up, our bodies still connected as he sat down on the catch and allowed me to stradle his lap, nestling me tightly against his chest as he kissed my hair and whispered such sweet things to me over and over, petting my hair, my face, peppering kisses along my cheek, jaw, down my throat and to my shoulder, gliding over the mark he made earlier with a gentle ghost of a kiss. My whole body felt like a live-wire ready to make contact with the wrong type of metal at any given moment, but Bokuto kept rubbing small patterns over my exposed skin, kneading his fingers deep into muscles I didn’t realize were sore, kissing un-kissed inches of skin over and over until he felt me relax in his arms, felt my body droop with exhaustion as I rested my head on his shoulder, snuggling into the crook of his neck as I bit back into him, giving him a small omega mark. Bokuto shuddered beneath me, gripping me tighter as I licked up the blood and kissed over the already-healing mark, nuzzling back into him.
“Y/N~” Bokuto said in a whisper sing-song voice, shaking me gently, “I think we can separate now baby,” he said, trying to lift me off of him gently.
“Mm, no Ko,” I grumbled, a gentle growl leaving my throat, “wanna stay like this a little longer.” Bokuto just nodded, rubbing my back and resting his head on my shoulder.
“Yeah, a little longer baby,” he mused, “but then can you bake me something?”
You just shook your head, your body shaking with held-in laughter as you agreed to bake him as many sweets as he wanted just as soon as you could walk. Bokuto offered to do all the heavy lifting if you just told him what to do - and you relished in the idea of sharing the kitchen with Bokuto - with your Alpha.
What a sweet start to something beautiful.
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OPEN / CLOSED
Hello everybody! Me and @httptamaki have been waiting for this moment for a LONG time. I’ve been waiting to hit a follower milestone to do my first ever collab, and of course it felt fitting to do a joint collab with one of my first besties I made on Tumblr (we even collabed on the banner hehe)! Anyone is welcome to join, writing & art are welcome. The theme is parties!! Feel free to take it any direction you like, a slumber party, a work party, a wedding or even a hoedown! It’s first come first serve so please send an ask to me or Snow with who you wanna write for.
Rules
Snow has a really detailed list of collab rules which I’m going to link right here so you can check those out. Please be respectful.
Minors do not interact. It’s not hard, please understand this is non negotiable.
When you post your work, please tag me or Snow so that we can see it’s up and link it in the masterlist.
All characters must be aged up.
If there’s anything you aren’t clear on, please don’t hesitate to message one of us with any questions you might have!
The deadline for this collab is the 1st of August (we have decided to push the date back!!) it’s a Sunday! Please make sure your work is sent to us by then so we can update the masterlist accordingly. The latest we are accepting requests to join is the 18th of July, so bare that in mind if you want to participate!
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Jealous of soulmates Best Friend
Request: KAKFDJGSKVIDNDJDJF that's my first time requesting :O idk what to request,,,,, maybe,,, bokuto, tsuki and kuroo jealous bc his fem s/o have a male best friend and she is so close with him? like laughing, smiling to much, etc.
Character Mentions: Kōtarō Bokuto, Kei Tuskishima and Tetsurō Kuroo.
Kōtarō Bokuto
Bokuto really wasn't a jealous guy, but heck—his girlfriend’s best friend was provoking him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Akaashi asked worried, seeing him looking at an specific direction.
He knew that both of them had been friends for years but he couldn't help to feel insecure.
“N-Nothing.” Bokuto pouted sadly, touching his own fingers as a way of comfort.
He saw every day how they both talked and laughed together.
“Come on, spill it.” Akaashi said as he rolled his eyes.
And seeing that— he wondered if maybe he wasn’t as funny as him...
“I-Is just...him.” Bokuto pouted sadly.
Maybe he wasn't as attractive as him...
“H-Him?” Akaashi asked confused, pointing at Y/n’s best friend.
Or maybe he was better than him...
“Y-Yeah...” Bokuto answered embarrassed.
He thought maybe she would leave him for him.
“Don’t be an idiot.” Akaashi muttered annoyed.
Maybe she deserved better than him...
“I- I just...t-they seem to be really happy.” Bokuto said sadly.
Maybe he wasn’t enough for her.
“They’re talking about you.” Akaashi answered in disbelief, making Bokuto jump at the sudden comment.
“W-What?” Bokuto asked confused.
“She’s talking about you, idiot.” Akaashi rolled his eyes.
He couldn’t believe the insecurity of his best friend.
“Something about a date you both had in the ice cream shop.” Akaashi said.
He knew how much they both love each other—
So he couldn’t believe the emotional state of him.
“S-She is?” Bokuto asked happily.
“Yeah, something about how you took the ice cream cone and shove it into your forehead, you know—pretending to be an unicorn.” Akaashi answered embarrassed at his best friend actions.
“I- right.” Bokuto remembered embarrassedly.
After all, he knew the both of them were meant to each other.
“Idiot.” Akaashi answered as he rolled his eyes.
He knew how much she loved her boyfriend.
Kei Tsukishima
“He's too close to her—again.” Tsukishima muttered annoyed.
Tsukishima was extremely irritated and angry at the closeness between his girlfriend and her best friend— who happen to be a boy.
“What is his problem? Doesn’t he know she has a boyfriend?” Tsukishima muttered annoyed while clenching his hands.
“Tsuki—calm down.” Yamaguchi suggested sweetly, trying to calm his best friend down.
“What? I mean look at him.” Tsukishima grunted annoyed.
He felt annoyed at the closeness of them, especially today. Since she was supposed to be watching him practice but instead she was laughing at his stupid jokes.
“I- Calm down, she’s walking over here.” Yamaguchi whispered softly.
He felt insecure...
“Hey babe, how ar—” Y/n was asking sweetly but was interrupted by her upset boyfriend.
“How was your tea party?” Tsukishima asked annoyed.
And he was trying to not show it.
“W-What?” Y/n asked confused.
Again— trying.
“You didn’t even see me practice, you were all busy looking at that jackass.” Tuskishima answered annoyed.
“Tsuki!” Yamaguchi yelled in disbelief.
“What?” Tsukishima asked annoyed.
He just didn’t wanted to seem weak.
“Kei, are you jealous?” Y/n asked in disbelief.
But he had his flaws...
He wasn’t Mr. Perfect.
“Me? No way.” Tuskishima answered
And he was just a little jealous...
“Whatever, you weren’t even looking at me.” Tsukishima muttered.
But he had no reason.
“You block fifty five times today and you missed eleven of them.” Y/n whispered as she caressed his cheek.
She loved him.
“Y-You count them?” Tuskishima asked in disbelief.
“I always do, babe.” Y/n whispered sweetly.
And she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
“Whatever.” Tsukishima grunted as he blushed.
Tetsurō Kuroo
“K-Kitten...” Kuroo called softly, making Y/n weird out.
He was never this soft towards her and she was—confused?
“Is everything okay, babe?” Y/n asked confused.
She didn’t know but— he was a little jealous.
“A-Are you planning on leaving me?” Kuroo asked nervously.
But she didn’t knew...
She had never seen him—jealous.
So, how would she know?
“What? No. Why are you asking me that?” Y/n asked worried.
She didn’t knew her boyfriend was jealous of her best friend.
“I don’t know—y-you just seem very happy with him.” Kuroo answered embarrassed.
“Y-You mean my best friend?” Y/n asked confused.
He just couldn’t bear to see her laughing and smiling with another guy.
“I- maybe.” Kuroo said trying to hide his face.
He knew both of them were best friends for years—
And that made him insecure.
“Babe...you know I love you don’t you?” Y/n asked sweetly.
She understood him,
And she didn’t want him to feel like that.
“I don’t know. Could you remind me?” Kuroo asked sweetly, clearly asking for a kiss
After all, she loved him a lot.
“Of course I do, babe.” Y/n said as she gave him a peck on the lips.
“Another one?” Kuroo asked softly.
“As many as you want, babe.” Y/n answered sweetly.
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the little things they do when you’re on your time of the month
ㅤㅤ ↪︎ starring: kenma kozume, shinsuke kita, keiji akaashi, koutarou bokuto, yuu nishinoya, atsumu miya, kiyoomi sakusa, asahi azumane, koushi sugawara
ㅤㅤ ↪︎ themes: fem!reader, mentions of period obviously, heavy heavy domestic fluff
ㅤㅤ ↪︎ rozé’s voice: extremely self-indulgent. my period cramps are killing me and what other way would i ease its pain than writing it for my comfort characters? anyway, this is also dedicated to my baes nia and otter because they share my pain too. and wow 9 characters? wow.
『• • • ✎ KENMA would only notice you only when you’re in the same room as him, but when he does, he’ll immediately confirm if his assumptions were right and he’ll beckon you to come lay on his lap as he wraps his arms around you; either you watch him play or if you’re on the mood, he’ll allow you to play alongside him—which usually happens just to make sure that you’re distracted from the pain.
『• • • ✎ SHINSUKE would be the type who would do anything for you when you’re on period cramps. although before any of that would happen, he knows when your period would even come. he has a calendar of his own for you, so even if you don’t track down your period, don’t worry because shinsuke kita over here has got your back! also, he cooks your favorites too, or basically whatever you asked him to cook.
『• • • ✎ KEIJI knows each and every one of your habits and soon got around with them. when he did, he was awesome. one thing that eventually became a new habit for the two of you was that he beckons you to come cuddle with him as he reads a book for you. his arms was around you as you leaned your head onto it, usually falling asleep due to his calming voice.
『• • • ✎ KŌTARŌ gives big, warm hugs. and one thing he usually does whenever you have cramps are hug you fron behind, sliding his arms to your waist all the while massaging or rubbing your tummy with his big, warm hands.
『• • • ✎ YŪ has the habit of stacking up your nappies, or whatever you use during your period. and during the first time you asked him to buy them, he panicked and had to buy a whole entire shelf because he doesn’t know what you’re using at that time yet. the poor boy had to spend all of his entire savings for you but no worries he still has more left to atleast pay the cab.
『• • • ✎ KIYOOMI has your doctor’s number on his phone just for emergency cases, he stole it from your phone but let’s be quiet about that. he also knows the proper medicines for your pain and he studied what he could do to help you ease the pain, such as heating up water for your hot compress and etc.
『• • • ✎ ASAHI always reminds you to keep your grooming because you tend to forget them when you’re too focused on the pain. he ties your hair with your scrunchi he has on his wrist, adjusts the water of the shower to your liking, and he even remembers when you last changed your nappies. bro knows everything.
『• • • ✎ KŌSHI would be the type to order you the food you’d crave to eat the very day that you start having period. for breakfast, he’ll know what you’ll eat but before lunch, he asks you what you wiuld want and if it’s takeout from a fastfood restaurant, he’d ask for a delivery right away. but if it’s something he could do, he’d cook for you and damn it would taste amazing. his desserts are always the best because he always uses fruits so that you’ll stay healthy still.
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haikyuu masterlist.
description: all things haikyū!! | old masterlist
self-indulgent.
⤜ ang iwasan
t. kei × reader | angst | part two
⤜ farewell, mr. almost
k. shinsuke × reader | angst
⤜ paalam
a. keiji × reader | angst
⤜ you should’ve told me
o. tōru × reader | angst
⤜ love when you’re ready
u. wakatoshi × reader | angst
⤜ i’ll choose you again
k. tobio × reader | fluff
⤜ good night, my love
s. kiyoomi × reader | angst | warning: pet death
⤜ letting go
m. atsumu × reader | angst
⤜ because i love you.
m. atsumu × reader | yandere | with warnings
⤜ wedding speech
k. motoya × reader | fluff
⤜ second chance?
t. kei × reader | fluff | “ang iwasan” pt. 2
⤜ saglit
k. shinsuke × reader | angst |
⤜ until we meet again
s. kōshi × reader | angst |
rewritten works.
⤜ farewell, mr. almost | part two
k. shinsuke × reader | angst | fluff
⤜ paalam | part two | part three
a. keiji × reader | angst | slight angst | fluff
requested.
⤜ the proposal
s. kiyoomi × reader | fluff
⤜ kiss or miss
s. kiyoomi × reader; b. kōtarō × reader; t. kei × reader; u. wakatoshi × reader | fluff
⤜ trust your instinct
t. satori × reader | fluff, crack
⤜ always an exception
s. kiyoomi × reader | fluff
⤜ sore loser
k. tobio × reader | fluff, kinda crack?
⤜ crumbs
s. kiyoomi × reader | fluff
⤜ i got you
t. kei × reader | fluff
⤜ uw | rewritten
u. wakatoshi × reader | fluff
⤜ talk to me
m. atsumu × reader | fluff
events.
⤜ 100 followers event
9/9 | completed
⤜ 200 followers event
08/12 | in progress
⤜ 300 followers event
00/10 | queued
social media au.
⤜ pretend you’re mine
m. atsumu × reader | fluff
⤜ wasted words
⤜ tell me three things
mini series.
⤜ crumbs
⤜ malay mo tayo
⤜ little things
hq characters with babies.
⤜ click here
drabbles / idea dump.
⤜ midnight cleaning
s. kiyoomi × reader | fluff
⤜ not too cold, not too warm
o. tōru × reader | fluff
⤜ laundry
b. kōtarō × reader | fluff
⤜ potato omelette, pt. 1
m. osamu × reader | fluff
⤜ movie night
m. issei × reader | fluff, slight smut?
⤜ potato omelette, pt. 2
m. osamu × reader | fluff
⤜ home
u. wakatoshi × reader | fluff
⤜ hanami
m. atsumu × reader | fluff
⤜ taho!
b. kōtarō × filo! reader | fluff
⤜ bunot
k. shinsuke × filo!reader | fluff
⤜ man-made flood
m. atsumu × filo!reader | fluff
⤜ pakisabi na lang
m. atsumu × reader | fluff
⤜ potato omelette, pt. 3
m. osamu × reader | fluff
⤜ confess
a. takanobu × reader | fluff
⤜ salty
t. kei × reader | fluff
⤜ just like this
u. wakatoshi × reader | fluff
⤜ bed
t. satori × reader | fluff, implied smut
⤜ scratch
m. atsumu × reader | slight smut
⤜ teased
t. kei × reader | slight smut
⤜ try not to get caught
m. issei × reader | smut
⤜ rawr
s. kiyoomi × reader | smut | picrew inspired
⤜ rawr
m. atsumu × reader | fluff | picrew inspired
comfort fic/s
⤜ “hold me close?”
m. osamu × reader | fluff
⤜ “i will always be here.”
t. kei × reader | fluff
⤜ “breathe with me.”
b. kōtarō × reader | fluff
⤜ “always”
s. kiyoomi × reader | fluff
⤜ “i’b fide”
t. kei × reader | fluff
revamping
⤜ farewell, mr. almost
k. shinsuke × reader | angst
⤜ paalam
a. keiji × reader | angst
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Third year songs <3
this is most of the thrid years- not all
from my spotify liked playlist <3
comes with a side of slight character analysis
These are my interpretations of HQ characters and these songs!!
Time-skip spoilers!! (very slight)
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Karasuno
Daichi Sawamura
Waiting for Superman- Daughtry
She's waiting for Superman
To lift her up
And take her anywhere
Show her love
And climbing through the air
Save her now
Before it's too late tonight
She's waiting for Superman
Daichi seems like he makes a lot of promises, that he just can’t physically keep. He just has so many things going on that he just can’t pay attention to all of them at once. This leads to far too many forgotten dates and even more broken promises. You know its not his fault and he does too, he just can’t leave anyone hanging.
Koushi Sugawara
Island- Florida Georgia Line
We might as well be on an island
Like we're the last two on this Earth
Like we're frozen here in time
Like it's empty here tonight
I feel like suga likes to put himself back into happier times. And that he tries to hold into happy moments as they are happening. He says he is a man of the moment, but when he feels down, he tries to put himself back into the more joyous times.
Asahi Azumane
You say- Lauren Daigle
You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing
You say I am strong when I think I am weak
And you say I am held when I am falling short
And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours
And I believe (I)
Oh, I believe (I)
What You say of me (I)
I believe
Asahi is clearly very attached to how people perceive him. So when people shower him with compliments, he attaches onto them. He likes what makes him comfortable and he wants to stay comfortable for as long as he can. Words are important to him, so when he hears something bad it can ruin him for a while. He really does believe what the people he loves say to him.
Kiyoko Shimizu
Mothers daughter- Miley Cyrus
Oh my gosh, she got the power
Oh, look at her, she got the power
So, so, so
…
Must be something in the water
Or that I'm my mother's daughter
The power this woman carries. She’s built her confidence and she’s not letting anyone ruin it for her. I truly believe that her friends all become more confident because she wants everyone around her to feel confident too. Since she doesn't speak all that much she lets her body language do most of the expression.
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Nekoma
Tetsurō Kuroo
High school sweethearts- Melanie Martinez
Could you hold me through the night?
Put your lips all over my mine
Salty face when I start cryin'
Could you be my first time?
Eat me up like apple pie
Kuroo definitely takes trust very seriously. I feel he’s also really scared of someone breaking this trust, so he does form it with a lot of people. That saying if he does, he wants it to last forever.
(...Step twoThis is a waste if you can't walk me down the finish line…)
He truly believes in the people he surrounds himself with.
Nobuyuki Kai
Kill the Lights- Set it Off
Now I am cutting ties clean off
And I can breathe at last
So we all stand enthralled by this bland curtain call
And the truth we pursue as we all, we all beg you to
Kai seems like he wasn't really that invested in volleyball, so having all these passionate people around him was a shock. But he really got into third year, and he wants people to feel that passion too. In the back of his mind he feels bad for not feeling it like the rest of the team, but since looking in the past means nothing now, he tries to move on.
Morisuke Yaku
Mama- Mcr
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us oh so famous;
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me my love
I mean, he is part of the mom squad. But it's ever so slightly more deep. I’m gonna say it's momma-bird syndrome. He doesn't want people to move on without him, seeing people achieve their dreams is great but he doesn't want you to do it if that means loving him.
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Seijoh
Tōru Oikawa
Prom Queen- Beach Bunny
Maybe I should try harder
You should lower your expectations
I'm no quick-curl barbie
I was never cut out for prom queen
I feel like oikawa is constantly feeling like he has to catch up to everyone around him. At some point in Argentina he came to the conclusion that he was good enough and didn't need to rise to anyone's standards of him, but when he got picked for the national team everything came back. He still has all of those feelings from high-school. Never making it to nationals, feeling like he failed his team.
Issei Matsukawa
Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the diamonds
Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll
Don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all
Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored
I'm the girl you'd die for
I feel like to earn Mattsun’s trust, he would put you through some ridiculous trial of sorts. I also feel that he is very comfortable with who he is, and he takes no shit about it. But that comes with the fact that he rarely takes fault in things, and that sparks arguments. He’ll use your love for him against you, he’ll be as cold as he can muster, until YOU take fault.
Takahiro Hanamaki
OUT THE ROOF- Chase Atlantic
Yeah, we stay lit
We fuck bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah
Holy moly, holy shit, yeah
Me and all my people are heaven sent, yeah, yup
9this is a strait vibe for Makki)
I feel like Makki drowns his problems out with meaningless activities. Like smoking or one-night stands. He’d rather drown out his problems then have them in his face. Or when he’s forced to face them, he’ll deflect until he has nothing else to deflect. Because when you’re high there nothing to worry about! Why stress about meaningless problems when he can be having fun!
Hajime Iwaizumi
Endlessly- The Cab
Yeah, your friends may think I'm crazy
Cause they can only see
I'm not perfect, but I swear, I'm perfect for you.
And there's no guarantee
That this will be easy.
It's not a miracle you need, believe me.
Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly.
Iwa knows that he can't be there for you all the time. Physically he tries his best, mentally he can help when he can. But you both know that you're perfect for one another. He just can't help but listen to the people around him sometimes. You deserve the world, but he doesn't know if he can give that to you.
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Fukurodani
Kōtarō Bokuto
Prima Donna- Andrew Lloyd Webber
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Think of how they all adore you
We’ve all seen how Bokuto gets what he’s praised for literally anything remotely impressive. So that makes him a cannon prima donna! but that also means the lows and really bad mood swings. This song just fits him so well it’s scary.
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Shiratorizawa
Wakatoshi Ushijim
More- Usher
If you really want more, scream it out louder,
If you on the floor, bring out the fire,
And light it up, take it up higher,
Gotta push it to the limit, give it more.
This seems kinda obvious, but Ushijima never gives up. Ever since he was a kid, he set a goal for himself and he went beyond what he even set out for. And that comes with a lot of work and training for every new level of volleyball. He’s just going to get better and better until he retires, or is forced to retire.
Eita Semi
strawberries and cigarettes- troye sivan
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Headlights, on me
Racing to 60, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like
Blue eyes, black jeans
Lighters and candy, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
I feel like semi always thinks about how Shirabu replaced him on the starting line-up. But he’s mostly gotten over it, but certain things bring him back into that stage of his life. Then the cycle starts all over again. He constantly looks back on the game against Karasuno and thinks about wat would have happened if he was the setter instead.
Reon Ōhira
Remember when- Chris Wallace
So can we push push push rewind,
Go go back in time,
When we were kids sneaking bottles of wine,
Take take take me back, I wanna go back,
Back to what we had! Do you remember when we started this mess,
My heart was beating out of my chest!,
Remember when we stole your dad's car,
Reon gives me the vibe that his days at Shiratorizawa were some of the best of his life. How can they not be? He made the greatest friends of his life there. And I also feel like he looks back on them a bit more than he wants to admit.
Satori Tendō
This Side of Paradise- Coyote theory
Are you lonely?
Passion is crashing as we speak
You seem so lonely
You're the ground my feet won't reach
So if you're lonely
Darling you're glowing
If you're lonely come be lonely with me.
I get the vibe that Tendou attaches himself to whatever makes him feel wanted/safe. (ex. volleyball) he knows it isn't healthy, but he can't help it. This does lead to him completely distancing himself from you over and over because he thinks you’ll leave him.
Hayato Yamagata- House of gold- Twenty one Pilots
I will make you
Queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map
I'll cure you of disease (Ooh)
And since we know that dreams are dead
And life turns plans up on their head
I will plan to be a bum
So I just might become someone
Even though we don't see a lot of him, I get the feeling he treats people really well. Like he cherishes people a lot more than some of them deserve. As you can see this leads to some unfair relationships and toxic people. He just wants to hold on until a good person comes along.
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Nohebi
Suguru Daishō
Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery
I'm Mr. Loverman
And I miss my lover, man
I'm Mr. Loverman
Oh, and I miss my lover
I feel like this was way too obvious, but it really is his song. It’s literally cannon, every lyric in this song is what happened with Mika. but in the end he got her back and made his promise to be a better loverman <3.
Kazuma Numai
Nonstop- Drake
Future took the business and ran it for me
I let Ollie take the owl, told him brand it for me
I get two million a pop and that's standard for me
Like I went blind dog, you gotta hand it to me
He looks and acts like a guy who listens to drake. He just seems like a guy who won't stop or give up even when things take a turn. He’ll just keep fighting until nothing’s left.
Kōji Hiroo
At the Wheel- Colorblind
I need something to wake me up
It's never strong enough
I'm just getting colder and starting over
Going numb is just the way I run from
All my problems when I can't solve them
Need to break away
Escape the way I'm feeling
Hate to be fake, but I'm just dealing
This one doesn't really have a true reason, i really just felt like this was his song. Sorry just the vibe.
;)
Inarizaki
Shinsuke Kita
Oh Ms Believer- twenty one pilots
Oh, Ms. Believer, my pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder
Inside your head than the winter of dead
I will tell you I love you
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
My nose and feet are running as we start
To travel through snow
Together we go
I feel like kita is unintentionally cold towards the world, like he wants to open up but can't figure out how. But in turn if you can get him to feel “warmer” (get closer to him) he’ll share everything with you, almost oversharing. Just because he can't help it, he’s kept it all in for so long. Sometimes he just needs someone to hold him and make HIM feel better, because he does it for everyone. If you can manage all of this i feel like he’ll keep you with him forever.
Ren Ōmimi
Armor- Landon Austin
I'm not bullet proof when it comes to you
Don't know what to say when you made me the enemy
After the war is won
There's always the next one
I'm not bullet proof when it comes to you
I feel like not a lot of people approach ren because of how intimidating he looks. This has made him weary when people are really enthused to first meet him, because he thinks it’s a joke. After getting over that hurdle i feel like he just isn't an open person so it’ll take a long time to even get to a point where he trusts you. Hence the other wars after the first.
Aran Ojiro-
Never really over- Katy perry
Two years, and just like that, my head still takes me back
Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over
Oh, we were such a mess, but wasn't it the best?
Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over
Just because it's over doesn't mean it's really over
And if I think it over, maybe you'll be coming over again
And I'll have to get over you all over again
After all of these years, I really don't think Aran has truly gotten over losing at nationals in third year. And now on the national team he sees Hinata and Kageyama all the time and it takes him back. It makes him re-feel all the emotions he felt after the game. It hurt him to know that he gave his everything and still lost. Like when he’s in bed he puts himself back into that self loathing phase of his life.
Michinari Akagi
Try Hard - 5sos
It's obvious she’s so out of reach
And I'm finding it hard 'cause
She makes me feel, makes me feel
Like I try, like I try, like I'm trying too hard
'Cause I'm not being me
And it’s getting me down that
She makes me think, makes me think
That I try, that I try, that I'm trying too hard again
Akagi gives off boy best friend vibes. But like to EVERYONE, so the person he liked just thought he was making fun of them and he didn't like them back. And i feel like that kinda traumatized him a bit, so when he got a new s/o he tried really really hard to make them special, but the same thing happened.
i may do some with the second and first years, idk this took so long :)
#daichi sawamura#daichi x reader#sugawara kōshi#sugawara x reader#azumane asahi#asahi azumane#asahi x reader#kiyoko shimizu#kiyoko x reader#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo x reader#kai nobuyuki#nobuyuki x reader#yaku morisuke#yaku x reader#oikawa#oikawa toru#oikawa tooru#oikawa x reader#issei matsukawa#matsukawa x reader#hanamaki takahiro#hanamaki x reader#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi haijime x reader#bokuto koutarou#bokuto x reader#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima x reader
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just thinkin about Daddy!Bokuto and his son who (even tho he’s like 18) doesn’t know what a wet dream is,, Until he has one for the first time and starts sobbing in the middle of the night cause he thought he wet the bed,, Bokuto n him share a bed,, Bokuto wakes up n sees his baby boy all covered in tears,, with a hard-on and a cum stain on his boxers,,
Daddy!Bokuto explains that he didn’t wet the bed n that he just had a wet dream n helps out reader by softly stroking his cock,, making him shake and whine softly until he cums all over Daddy’s hand..
Daddy!Bokuto telling reader that he’s had many dreams about reader,, Kissing his cheek and cuddles ensue..
This is gonna be a bit different from my usual drabbles bc this is technically a thirst? But it’s long so it’s kind of like a drabble? But it’ll be on my thirst masterlist I know it’s confusing but I had thoughts and a simple thirst could not suffice.
Warnings: incest, age gap, dilf Bokuto, nightmares, mentions of pee/urine, hand job, masturbation, age play? Not really but can be interpreted as such, bit of an innocence kink
Innocence is a curse more than a blessing and in this instance, you’d have to agree. Wet dreams were something you knew about, but just juicy dreams that your friends would giggle over the next day, never something so violent that you’d feel gross about. Until it happens to you, but you didn’t know because you never heard of the actual waking up, just of the dreams.
Then, one night, you waking up drenched in sweat and your sheets feel damp, you panic thinking you just wet the bed even at your practically adult age, like you’ve graduated and you wet the bed? Embarrassed, you immediately panic because your dad lets you sleep in his bed whenever your nightmares get really bad and he’s always there to calm you down, so immediately you think to how he’s gonna react when he wakes up. It’s not like you can wash the sheets without him knowing, right?
Whenever you get really embarrassed, your emotions tend to take over and lots of times you end up crying which has made you avoid these situations, but you can’t stop it when the guilt and panic bubbles inside your chest. Fat tears trickling down your face, you try to stifle the sobs but you know a peep out of you and Kōtarō will be awake, caressing and coddling you as if you were a baby. And indeed, you holding back sobs only makes him wake up with a jolt, startled by your cries.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Did you have another nightmare?” He asks, bringing you closer to his bare toned chest. He always ran hot, sleeping in boxers while you were covered.
“I-I think I wet the bed,” you manage to sob out in between heaves, only to have him look at you odd. Then his eyes trail down and he notices the tent in your shorts, plus the wetness on the light cloth. “I didn’t mean to! I just- I don’t know what happened,”
“I don’t think you wet the bed, baby. I think you just had a wet dream,” he says, quietly as if he’s introducing you to something new. “This is normal for people your age. Nothing to be ashamed about,” his hand then rubs over the tent in your pants, making you moan at the friction. “See, you just need to please yourself to relieve some stress. Daddy gets wet dreams all the time,”
“You do? Do you wake up sweaty and sticky?” Your sobs have turned into moans, Kōtarō’s hand gently rubbing your cock through the fabric.
“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just dreams, though. Just gotta work through it,” he then slips you into his lap, keeping your legs spread with his and pulling down your clothes, letting your cock spring free. Feeling his hand against your skin is so nice, his hand is warm and contrasts with the cold room and his thumb manages to brush over your slit that has you curling your toes and clinging to his arms. “Feels good, don’t it?”
“Mhm! Really good..” you trail off, closing your eyes and throwing your head against his shoulder. A soft chuckle from him and you’re feeling weightless as an intense pleasure runs over your body. You vaguely hear Kōtarō complimenting you as you regain full consciousness, realizing your cum is trickling down his hand.
“That’s all it takes. So next time, you can do it yourself,” he doesn’t slide you off his lap, keeping you there as he gets comfortable. “It helps thinking about the wet dream, too,”
“What about you? What do your dreams look like?” Such a deep question out of nowhere, but he just laughs and brings you closer, whispering in your ear.
“Sometimes I dream of you,” a kiss on your cheek, “sometimes I’m with you, sometimes I’m watching,” a kiss on your temple. “I always handle it myself, though, so don’t worry,”
“Next time, I can help you, can’t I? It’s only natural for us to help each other out,” your question seems to surprise him, but he just grins and nods, but rubs himself against you before getting comfortable.
“Maybe next time, baby. I don’t think you’re ready for too much so soon,” he pecks your lips, letting you lay beside him. With him, you’ll never have to worry about what your dreams throw at you.
#✉️.anon#BB.Thirst#Mr. Kōtarō#tw.incest#tw.age gap#cw.hand job#tw.innocence kink#tw.bed wetting#tw.age play
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