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emmyrosee · 6 months

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"Baby, have you seen my lip balm?"

Koutarou’s voice carries down the hall from the bathroom, and it makes you chuckle slightly as your thumbs don’t pause their scrolling. His words of slight panic have you not even a little surprised as you ignore them.

He’s always. Losing. Something. You’ve lost count of how many lip balms you’ve gotten him. The pairs of socks that end up scattered in the most obscure places. The phone chargers that are left randomly could power the entire city.

And while you’re not necessarily fed up with it, it definitely happens more than it should, and you’re not sure how to keep things from getting lost in his grasp and out of his sight.

With a sigh, you get up and make your way down the hall, grabbing your own lip balm and opening the bathroom door. The room is turned upside down, cabinets opened and flipped inside out, there’s stuff everywhere, and sure enough, no lip balm.

“Koutarou,” you scold, fake in your tone but serious enough to make him whine. You take out your own lip balm to rub it in just slightly.

“It was an accident!”

“Where was the last time you had it?”

“When I went to practice.”

“….okay. Which day of practice?”

“I’m not sure,” he whines.

“Koutarou.”

“Don’t say my name like that!” He whines. “I swear this one was supposed to be the last one! God, baby, this is killing me, I’m so sorry-“

Your hands move up to ungracefully cup his cheeks, pulling him down towards you with no real effort from him, given his surprise. With that, you offer him a big, noisy kiss, which he returns excitedly. Your lips press together, parting slightly to tease before pushing back again.

You hear him hum happily, trying to connect the kiss more before you gently push him away, sending him off with scarlet cheeks and a slightly glossy pout and a dopey look on his face.

“One more. I will buy you one more,” you say firmly, patting him on the chest before stalking away from him and leaving him in shock.

“Or you could do that!” He yelps. “Kissing me works just as good!”

“That won’t help you learn your lesson!”

He calls a quick “i won’t need a lesson!” after you, but you just chuckle and shake your head, picking up your phone to order a few extra chapsticks to scatter around the house.

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kyunzin · 3 months

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𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

character; 𝐁. 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

cw; he’s so desperate to be inside of you that he humps your backside like a bitch in heat (gn!reader)

tags; somnophilia, dry humping, raw sex, cum eating, mating press, use of baby/ love (to reader)

a/n; I like my new layout it’s kinda cute but it takes ages to do

it’s not his fault that he wakes up and his cock if full in his underwear. he really tries to wait it out hoping it will go down with no attention needed but to his misfortune his need to relieve himself only grows stronger with every passing second.

he knows not awake you as its too early for you to be up and from the steady raise of your chest next to him he can tell you’re in a deep sleep. he doesn’t want to get up and deal with it himself but he also doesn’t want to stay like this and he knows you won’t mind if he uses you to ease himself.

it’s an easy task rolling you over to your side as you sleep unaware of his problems, propping himself directly behind you. the sigh of slight relief he lets out when his cock presses against the groove of your ass is enough to cause you to stir but not enough for you to wake up.

his arm wraps around you and you instinctively lean back into his touch pressing his cock further into your ass the pressure creating a pleasurable sensation to him almost making him moan out loud but he catches himself quickly.

with the both of you in a steady position he starts to grind his cock into the groove of you’re ass at a slow pace, pressing his head into the back of your inhaling you’re scent as he rocks his hips into you. the stimulation to his cock has precum spilling out the tip of his dick which is sure to stain the fabric of his underwear creating a wet patch.

at first the slow drag of his hips is enough to satisfy him but it soon isnt enough for him and he reaches for his underwear pulling it down to rest under his balls letting it hang free between the two of you before resuming his previous actions. the feel of your soft underwear rubbing against he raw cock has him shuddering in pleasure a low moan “shit, feels so fucking good” falling from his mouth his hips rutting into you quicker than before.

with the way his hips rut against yours, the fabric of your underwear is enough to have him lose control of himself letting out a string of “oh f-fuck, fuck, fuck!” into the back of your neck, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck while he roughly ruts into your backside, causing the bed to subtly shake with him.

it’s only now that you start to wake up due to the volume of his moans though you’re barely awake to register what’s happening and by the time you catch on to what he’s doing he’s already cumming hard body shaking, his grip on you tightening but not enough to bruise as ropes of his cum spill onto your lower back and underwear. you can hear him letting out apologetic chants of “m’ sorry, couldn’t help it. m’ so sorry fuck, I’ll clean you up baby, I promise”

having been together for so long means you know that cumming once won’t be enough for him. so when he rolls you over onto your stomach and pulls down your underwear, it’s no surprise when he easily slips his cock into you with a sharp thrust accompanied with an apology of “I’m sorry. promise I’ll be done after this baby, you don’t have to do anything, please can I?”. he ask as if he isn’t already sinking into you.

the only reason he’s able to slip in with ease is because he had spent the night before fucking you raw for hours. after coming home from his match with a lot of unreleased energy. usually he would be worn out after a match but today was different because his team had won the match quicker than expected.

he had spent his time fucking you in multiple positions but ended with you in a mating press, your legs held behind your ears with him pumping you full of his cum alongside the other loads he had shot into earlier watching as your stomach inflated.

when he was done with that he spent some time eating out your cum and kissing it back into your mouth for you to swallow, repeating the process until he was sure that he had cleaned you out watching as your hole gaped at him smiling stupidly at his work.

he wastes no time in pushing bulldozing his cock into your stretched heat watching the way you swallow him all the way to the hilt as he hits your sweet spot with every hard drive of his hips. you find it endearing how he lets out little rambles of “m’ so fucking sorry, didn’t want to wake you, oh god. does it feel good for you baby? fuck it feels real f-fucking good, keep sucking in my cock like this and I won’t last long”

the feel of your walls pulsating around him as well the sound of your voice as you cum sending him over edge, one of his hands griping the headboard in front of you catching himself as he lean over you his hips lower half resting on you as he shoots his thick load into you once again.

once he knows he finished he pulls out first licking the drying cum of your back then quickly and flips you over with care looking at your inflated stomach and fucked out face bending your legs down to your ears so that he can suck the cum out of your puffy hole swallowing it himself instead of feeding it to you.

when he’s sure that he’s cleaned you out properly he finds a clean pair of underwear and slips it on you effortlessly, tucking you back into bed watching as you seamlessly fall back asleep. finally feeling satisfied he changes his underwear for a clean pair as well and makes his way into the kitchen to start breakfast for the two of you with a stupid smile on his face.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

@tyunixia @riowmie

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sonderonpluto · 6 months

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bokuto is like a cat in the wee hours of the night—either begging for attention or getting himself into mischief. Tonight he happens to be in the first mood.

“just one more kiss baby, please?” he asks with his head underneath your shirt. you two have been in this position for about ten minutes, sharing quick kisses and tasting the left overs of each others minty toothpaste.

you yawn with exhaustion,”koutarou you need to go to sleep.”

he pouts and rolls you over on top of him before saying,”please, just one and then we can go to bed.”

you were going to deny him again before noticing how slow his speech was. he was definitely tired too, despite his insistency.

you take his head out of your shirt and grab the sides of his face, peppering kisses across his forehead, cheeks, and finally lips.

“are you satisfied now?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his face.

“yes!” he exclaims, allowing you to roll back off of him and place an arm across his torso as you both doze off.

#haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #x male y/n #x male reader #bokuto x male reader #haikyuu x m!reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #x gn reader #haikyuu fluff #bokuto fluff

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 6 months

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MSBY Group Chat

*Hypothetical* Question

MSBY x GN! Manager

Warnings: swearing

AN: apologies for being mia. I’ve been dealing with a lot mentally as well as having a kid who has a broken bone in their ankle and foot 😌 I’m beyond over this year : D

*idk why some of the memes are smaller than Seijoh’s chance of ever getting to Nationals but please go with it 🙄

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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CALLING THEM BABYGIRL

ft. miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, & iwaizumi hajime

ㅡyou tease them by calling them babygirl.

this is inspired by a conversation with an irl friend who finds it hilarious that i call hayakawa aki (chainsaw man) babygirl i mean, how can i not!! lol

tw: mentions/use of mommy, cursing, anddd nothing more ig. if there's anything let me know

(haikyuu!!, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers)

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Miya Atsumu

atsumu is a bit unpredictable

one time he's up for a teasing (he initiates most of the time) but other times he's sensitive and overly dramatic

hence, curious of how he would react, out of the blue, you try it

he sits across from you with his back facing you

and his lower body tucked under a wooden table as he pretends to participate in the online meeting of MSBY

you scream-whisper,

"hey, babygirl!" to get his attention

he twists his neck to side, wondering if he has heard something

(or is the meeting too boring hence causing his brain to imagine things)

but when you repeat it, he finally turns around, brow arching as if asking you if it was indeed you calling him

he doesn't even question the pet name, please 😭

and when you repeat the term of endearment,

instant regret flashes before your eyes

this is why we don't play with fire, folks

a cheeky smile clads on his lips and behind his foxy eyes is mischief

he's definitely up to something

his volleyball-filled brain has thought of something that will bring you to instant K.O.

thus, he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, supressing a growing smirk as he responds in a low seducing tone,

"yes, mommy?"

and just like that he renders your cheeks beat-red, floored, and caught of guard

he's enjoying it

he. fucking. enjoys this

he loves watching you internally scream and struggle to let out a single word

all to his doing

he leaves you wordless as he winks at you before shifting his attention back to the meeting as if nothing happened

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Bokuto Koutarou

bless his soul because this man has the most endearing reaction of all

in all honesty, if he isn't six foot something the bbygirl term endearment fits him so well

his pure heart, naivety, enthusiasm, and positive outlook in life is soㅡ

ugh, i want to keep him in my pocket!!

but, yeah, going back

when you called him a babygirl he shoots you a look beyond confised, head tilted to the side, and his lips protruding into a pout

he questions,

"i don't get it, (y/n). why are you calling me that?"

and when you tell him because he is your babygirl

he laughs at you like you're a standup comedian who had just dropped a punch line

and says, "you are the babygirl. i'll protect you from anything that could harm you and spoil you with everything i have. and i'll love you with the way you deserve."

he bends down to level his glimmering eyes with you

and adds affectionately, ruffling your hair gently and his smile reaches his eyes

"am i right, babygirl?"

i mean...

how could you noooottttt fsndgs%@&#^!!

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Iwaizumi Hajime

this one is a challenge

it's not like he dislikes pet names but the thing is

he doesn't want to admit that term of endearments make his stomach do backflips

so calling him a babygirl means trekking an unfamiliar path you don't want to be in

but still, you did

an absolute nuisance!!

he catches you on your first try, almost immediately because the next thing you know is that he's scowling at you

like you said a word he has never heard of that sounded nowhere near pleasant

"what?" he asks, eyes never leaving you

"i called you and said babygirl."

gulp

he's squinting his eyes on you now

but luckily he turns his head away and chooses to ignore his pesky other half

but that won't stop your teasing bc you're a lil shit

you repeatedly call him the nickname while lightly poking his sides,

"come on, babygirl. don't be shy and answer me with a polite 'yes'."

he counters with a strong flat, "no."

which, unfortunately for him, only gets you going

"go on look at me, babygirl. i know you missed me." your point fingers travels from his flexed bicep up to the crest of his cheek

a light tap was enough to bring his attention back to you however he keeps his mouth sealed

you run your thumb over his cheek and point out a lie in a whispering tone, "you're blushing. you like it when i call you babygirl, don't you?"

but a lie soon turned true as he feels his entire face heat up

iwaizumi hajime is embarrassed

damn you!!

as soon as you see the pink on his face, you burst out into a fit of laughter

only to be stopped when he says,

"we are over."

a joke, of course, bc your laugh is too contagious that he couldn't help but mask annoyance with a loving smile

you dramatically protest by lightly hitting his toned torso with your fist

"no! no! no! nooooo!!"

it is then iwa's turn to chuckle

he catches a flying fist with his hand before pulling you into an abrupt embrace

his chin rests on top of your head after giving you a peck on the side of your temple

"it's a joke but don't ever call me that again."

with the way he reacted, this definitely won't be the last of it

as usuallll rbs and likes are very much appreciated! thanks for reading, stay hydrated mwa! <3

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moonswolfie · 6 months

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Could we get Bokuto and 19? 🥺🥺🥺

Bokuto x gn!reader

But ofc!! Idk if u knew this nonnie but bokuto is my favourite boyo💕💕 i'm always happy to write about him🥰🥰

Time to prove to him that even his faults can be loved😤

His teammates often tell him that he's too loud, childish and irresponsible. He always feels compelled to deny it, but his teachers say the same thing. Even his parents scold him for that sometimes.

So then it must be true, no matter how much he defends himself.

In volleyball, being too loud isn't much of a problem and even excites the crowd a lot, but something like math class is a different story.

"Honey, you're too childish and irresponsible for a relationship." His mom hummed from behind the kitchen counter when hearing Bokuto whine to himself about still being single. All she got in reply was a sad groan.

Do these parts of him make him that horrible? He already had a bad day at practice today and then the boys basketball club leader decided to taunt him about still being single. Being reminded of his "bad traits" wasn't helping in the slightest.

He slowly got up, going into his room to sulk.

"I think that was too harsh, darling. You know how he is, he'll take your words to heart." His dad worriedly glanced at his mom while chopping the vegetables.

"You're right, I should have phrased that better..."

So he found it quite surprising when one day you, one of his classmates, approached him out of nowhere during a break.

"Hey, ummm, I'm in your class, but we don't know eachother very well." You started, fiddling with your fingers. It took a lot of convincing from your friends to even get you here, but there's no way back now.

"OOOH! I remember you!! You sit in the second row!!" He had no idea what you wanted, but it was always nice to talk to someone new.

"So, I'd like to get to know you better..." you looked into his eyes with hope. From what little you did know about Bokuto, he was very outgoing and excitable. So hopefully this goes well.

His eyes widened. "Eh? I mean, yeah, sure!! Of course!!" His face quickly returned to his usual excited expression.

"So!! I'm the coolest ace of the coolest volleyball club in Japan!! But you probably already knew that..." he started. What a cute self-introduction.

"Yeah, I went to your matches before..." you really hoped that your blush wasn't showing too much at that moment.

"REALLY?!"

After that day, you made it a habit to talk to him. He got to know many things he would have never guessed about you and his smile grew every day as your initial shyness dissapeared.

He grew increasingly close to you, to the point even his teammates pointed it out. He never noticed how he acts "different" around you.

But now that he thinks about it, he keeps reminding himself to speak more quietly and watch his mouth around you. That's quite strange, since he prefers to be his unfiltered self and tries not to be bothered by what others say.

Then why is he being subconsciously careful only around you, a person who never voiced their discomfort for his loudness or irresponsibility?

"Honey, you're too childish and irresponsible for a relationship."

No way.

Those words replayed in his head over and over. There's no way he's actually in love with you, right? You're just so amazing and beautiful and- UGH!

But if what everyone around him says is right, then that means he has zero chances with you, right? Ohhh, this is making him feel all sorts of sick...

Maybe google can fix this.

"Hey, bro. Come to dinne- What are you doing?" his sister's reaction shifted to one of worry when she found him laying on the bed, staring at the volleyball in his hands with a strangely solemn expression. Googling "how to get rid of your crush" did nothing for him since he doesn't want to distance himself from you.

"...Nothing."

"Are you having one of those mood swings again?" his sister sighed. "Come on, just come eat." she pulled him off the bed and he silently joined her for dinner. His family didn't question him all that much, already being used to his often times unstable mood.

Besides, they figured he needed space. Usually, a little "you're awesome" would work well in brightening his mood but instead of cheering up as he usually does he just hummed sadly, contuinuing to shovel at his food.

He himself hadn't expected those feelings to hit him like a truck. First love was supposed to be a cute, sweet, uplifting feeling...

"Hey, umm, Koutaro, I have to tell you something... Can you come with?" you asked one day out of the blue. The two of you were already on a first name basis, surprisingly you really clicked with him. Which made his little crush all the more bothersome.

He kept stuttering over his sentences when you smiled at him so sweetly, his heart swelling at the little things you remembered about him.

If only he wasn't so annoying and childish...

"I- Uh, sure!" he let you lead him off to a more private area, wondering what awaits him. You sounded nervous, like back when you first asked to get to know him. This could only mean something bad, right?! Or is he just overthinking it?

Since when does he do that, anyways?

"So... I kind of have a crush on you..." you looked down, too afraid to meet his eyes, missing the way his eyebrows raised and eyes blew wide.

"YOU LIKE ME?! You really like... me?" he almost couldn't believe his ears.

"Uhh, yeah.. I do." you yourself were a little surprised at his response. You thought for sure that Bokuto would just get really hyped and accept. Well, if he liked you too in the first place.

"Even though I'm loud? And childish? And irresponsible?" he asked in quick succession. What? How would those characteristics of his affect your feelings for him?

"Of course? I like you, even the less favourable parts." you smile at him happily. You think you know why he brought that up now. Judging by the amount of times the teachers scold him for those very things, he must think they're an annoyance and a hinderance to you.

You misjudged him, it seems. He lets things get to him more than you thought. Not that that's an issue at all.

"Ohhh, this might be my second favourite feeling in the world..." he said, relief evident in his tone as he hugged you tightly.

"Only second favourite?" you questioned, hugging him back.

"The first one will always belong to the feeling of a successful spike, of course!!" he squeezed you so hard you thought your bones might break.

"S-So, is that a-"

"Yes, yes!! A million times yes!! I'll be your boyfriend, your husband, your f- ANYTHING!"

oops i accidentally made it mutual pining and WAY too long bo bo tends to have that effect on me🌚

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bokutizer · 1 year

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➵ BOKUTO KOUTAROU

summary : From fated bike accident to shaving in your shared bathroom. tags : domestic fluff, mention of blood (nothing dramatic, I promise!) a/n : this has been a fic that I once wanted to post but my idiotic ass accidentally deleted it months ago, and I really did not have the enegry to rewrite it until now. also. Bokuto's skin is as soft as a baby's bottom.

Everyone has scars that ornament their skin; small ones, big ones, some of them are nastier than others, some of them might carry dark memories with them while others hide unknown stories behind themselves. Bokuto is not an exception.

The light stretchmarks along his inner thighs and the outer edge of his chest, the small light line on his thumb that's still healing and fading after he had accidentally cut himself while pealing potatoes last week. Don't get me even started on his knees, littered with multiple teeny tiny scars. The latter ones being small childhood keepsakes, every single of them a consequence of his naive curiosity and numerous escapades.

However, there is this one scar that's so small, barely noticeable yet it carries so much importance to the athlete. It's right underneath his chin, barely an inch long, but every time he looks in the mirror, especially when he shaves, he can't help but smile at the sight of the little token of remembrance.

"Shit, shit, shit! Coach Takeyuki's going to kill us." Bokuto breathlessly groaned, his hair being pushed back by the wind as he tried to pedal as fast as possible without hitting any obstacles (people. to be exact).

"Bokuto-san, you are going to kill us." Akaashi corrected, tightening his grip on the rear seat on which he was sitting on, rethinking all his recent life decisions that had led him to this exact situation; praying that his senpai would slow down at least a tiny bit on the next turn.

Thanks to Bokuto's suddenly not-functioning alarm, and sisters who had taken over the bathroom, the second year had gotten out of his house at least twenty minutes later than usual. And of course, Akaashi, being the ever so loyal and reliable kohai, had been waiting the entire time for his friend.

So when the two of them had realized that they'd be way too late for their volleyball practice, Bokuto had the amazing idea to simply take his bike.

And so here the they were, one driving like a mad man while the other one prayed they would not get in trouble. But you know how they say; if it’s meant to be it will be. And in this case, not even prayers were able to stop what was about to happen.

The sound of an all too sweet laugh suddenly caught Bokuto’s attention, followed by a shock of (h/c) hair until he dashed past you, eyes meeting for merely few seconds. Though, it was definitely more than enough for him to tell that you were pretty, gorgeous even. Your hair looked so soft and silky, eyes so beautiful he swore if they’d be the only thing he could stare at, he'd do it.

Your expression was also cute. The way your forehead wrinkled slightly with your furrowed eyebrows before your eyes shut open… oh, were you shouting something? Were you shouting at him? Shit, did he already mess up?! -

"Watch out!"

And when your voice finally pulled him out of his day dream, Bokuto realized that Akaashi was also being quite loud, which was not an all too usual occurrence. As he finally focused his gaze on the road ahead of him, he realized that, in fact, there was no road anymore. It was long gone and replaced by the all too well known walls that surrounded Fukurodani High.

In a matter of seconds, they crashed against the grey brick-wall, the bike and both its passengers flying to the ground. Akaashi groaned as he slowly got up while rubbing his aching rear, his white training jacket stained with mud and dirt.

Bokuto, on the other hand, had accepted the possibility that he had probably died because the way you crouched in front of him, holding a napkin against his bleeding chin, it could only mean that his soul had arisen to paradise and that you were an angel. That could be the only possible explanation, right?

"Are you okay? Feeling nauseous or dizzy?" you asked worriedly, the cloth in your hand slowly but surely getting soaked with his blood. "We should get him to the infirmary." It was only then that you realized that the raven haired boy who had also been involved in this accident, was your classmate.

"Akaashi-kun! Did you get hurt?"

After he had reassured you that he was fine besides the few scratches, you helped Akaashi heave his friend up (who was anything but lightweight).

Bokuto remembers your gentle eyes, and the worried glimmer in them as if it were yesterday. How your expression turned into one of confusion when he asked you if you'd like to swing by during their volleyball practice as soon as the school nurse had patched him up.

"G'morning." you yawn as you step inside the bathroom, tiredly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and interrupting your boyfriend's little nostalgic moment. "Morning, pretty. Did ya sleep well?"

You hum contently at the short peck against your cheek, and somehow it's only then that you notice Bokuto's black little toilet bag sitting on the countertop, his razor and shaving cream ready to be used. The sleep instantly leaves your body as you gasp enthusiastically and perch yourself on the countertop, Bokuto eyeing you with the same warmth in his gaze. Watching you grab the cream and ushering him to get closer with the same eagerness of a seven year old who's about to do her favorite doll's hair.

"Alright, alright!" his shoulders shake as he chuckles at your antics. You tug at his arms until he's settled between your legs, his hands finding purchase on your thighs, thumbs tenderly rubbing shapes along your skin while you start applying the white foamy substance along his jaws. A squeak sounds through the tiled room once he gives your thighs a tickling squeeze, your whiney and drawn out "Kou!" only spreading his grin further.

"You have to admit, 'm pretty good at this." you speak pridefully, gliding the razor along his skin with gentle and careful strokes with one hand while the other's nestled beneath his chin, guiding his head the way you want it.

"I don't think there's anything you're not good at." Bokuto claims, his smug and still with shaving cream stained face getting too close to your own for your liking. "Beside parallel parking maybe."

"Really funny. Baby, wait. No! You still have some-"

Yet in a blink of an eye, his hand is resting on your nape, his lips doing their work an planting pecks all over your cheeks as well as bits of the shaving cream. You've accepted fate, enduring his sweet yet messy kisses, and your brows scrunching in disgust at the bitter taste of chemicals when the last kiss lands on your lips.

"Happy now?" you chide falsely annoyed, yanking the towel from the towel rail, and wiping your face. "You could've waited until I was done!"

"Nope." Bokuto shakes his head lightly, the self-sufficient grin on his face seeming not wanting to leave for today, as he rests his forehead against yours. You're about to shove him off you. That's until you hear him say, "You know I can't wait when it comes to you."

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infamouswhores · 2 years

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💿—𝐡𝐪!! 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲

includes — daichi, oikawa, ushijima, kuroo, bokuto, kita

gn!reader , fluff

hq!! captains feeling jealous when they see you wearing their best friend's jersey instead of theirs.

daichi—

he was never someone to get worked up about something so insignificant. daichi was never one to pull you to the side for something so... so small but when he saw you walk into the gym beside suga. when he saw you wearing his friend's jersey instead of his truly made him snap. he knows so well that this was such a small matter but seeing you with a 2 instead of a 1 on your shirt made him see red.

were you choosing suga instead of him? were you going to cheer for him instead?

his heart hurt when he saw you sheepishly smile at suga who only patted your back in return. he excused himself and pulled you to the side. it took everything in him to not just yell and ask so many questions, but when he saw you look up to him with questioning eyes, he knew better than to startle you with yells.

"baby, what's wrong?" you questioned, curiosity flooding your mind. an exasperated sigh escaped his chapped lips as he ran his hand through his hair. "dai..chi?" you asked once more seeming concerned about your boyfriend's situation.

"why..." you only raised your brow in response. "why're you wearing his jersey?" before you could even ask who, your eyes flashed in recognition. he's... jealous..! you giggled whilst covering your mouth with a hand. "love... i spilled coffee on my shirt and suga just saw me and gave me a shirt to change in. i would've asked you but suga found me first."

his eyes widened, you could clearly see the tips of his ears redden in embarrassment. a laugh fell from your lips as he just caved in and rested his head at the crook of your neck. "if it's bothering you so much, give me your jersey. i'll change into it and cheer for you even louder." he only nodded as you two moved towards the changing rooms hand in hand.

oikawa—

jealous... him? pfft, impossible. he could never be jealous, especially not towards iwaizumi. why would he be jealous?

those words were ones that were supposed to flood his mind but why was he feeling his heart tighten? suddenly butterflies flooded his stomach and yet they were ones of jealousy.

why did he see a 4 instead of a 1 on you? why were you wearing iwa-chan's jersey? what made it worse was the whispers blooming from the stands, from his own fangirls were irritating him.

"hey, is iwaizumi and y/n dating?"

"omg, they're kind of cute together."

is... is this what he gets for keeping his relationship with you a secret?

hurriedly stomping towards your form and iwaizumi's he shouts irritatedly, "iwa-chan! how dare you steal y/n-chan away from me!" a silence broke out in the gym, that is until oikawa's fangirls broke out in whispers.

"steal... y/n-chan?..."

"are they dating?!"

"yes we are dating! y/n-chan is my very attractive partner!!!" oikawa shouts while he carried you princess style. "baby?..." you cautiously asked while he was carrying you out the gym. seeing the pout on your boyfriend's face, you couldn't help but giggle. "eh..? y/n-chan don't laugh at me!!" he pouted even more.

"sorry hun..." before he could even ask why you were wearing his friend's jersey, you spoke. "if you're gonna ask why i'm wearing iwaizumi's jersey, it was because we wanted to experiment. he asked me to wear his jersey so he could see how you'd act since you focus on your fangirls too much..." you trail off.

"i didn't think you'd expose our relationship but... i'm glad. now no one can steal you away from me."

ushijima—

when you asked him if you could wear his jersey to show some "team spirit," he told you it was unnecessary to do so, but now that he's seeing you wear tendou's jersey with that goofy smile he loves so much, he couldn't help but second guess his decisions.

the way he saw you smile and cheer so loudly, seemingly happier, hurt him. ushijima's heart squeezed as he tried not to show anything. you were at a match and on the way to the finals, he can't let something so trivial affect him in magnitudes, and yet... he couldn't let it go.

his gameplay started to dwindle, his spikes lost bite and soon a spark that volleyball brought in his monotone eyes faded suddenly. deciding that he couldn't take this anymore, he dragged you to the side once a time out was called.

"baby i... i'm sorry. please, please wear my jersey instead." expecting to be berated, he didn't expect a giggle that fell from your lips. "alright then toshi. i love you ok? i wouldn't replace you." and with one last giggle, you took off tendou's jersey revealing a second jersey underneath.

it was his...

kuroo—

no matter how much he would reassure himself, it truly never worked, not especially after seeing you with a red jersey on but without his number on it. it pissed him off knowing that you'd have someone else's shirt on you, and i pissed him off more knowing that it was kenma's jersey you're wearing.

maybe he's being overdramatic but he can't help it. he can't help but be a possessive over the best thing in his life. he wanted to scream, and shout, and yell profanities, to let know to the entire world that you were his, and his only.

slamming a ball over the net, a small mark forms on the floor from the force. hearing the sound made you flinch. how couldn't you? it was loud enough to even startle cats which were a few feet from the gym. you were sure you could hear teachers and students question as to what that was.

you knew something was up.

something has definitely irked your boyfriend to the point where he'd spike with a force that'd make a mark in the floor. after a few seconds of thinking, you realized what was up. you were wearing kenma's jersey which was funny because the only reason why you were was a small stain.

softly chuckling, you saunter towards your slightly fuming boyfriend and pulled him down. a soft peck was set on his lips as the tips of his ears slightly reddened.

"jealous hm? c'mon, help me change."

bokuto—

everyone could tell something was off, even those who didn't know anything about the ace. a small pout was there instead of his usually toothy smirk and the tips of his hair was dragging downwards. his posture was slouched and he sulked, a downcast aura surrounding him.

it was really simple to tell what tipped him off. it was you. you were late to practice, something you'd never do. you always walked with the owl towards the gym but this time, you didn't.

bokuto brushed it off thinking you had some matters to attend to. you were one of the top students in the batch after all! he was proud of you and maybe you had some errands to run.

he soon got impatient waiting for 30 minutes and his mood started to deteriorate. then akaashi seemed to disappear from practice without notice which saddened bokuto even more. two of his emotional pillars, gone without notice.

then he heard your voice from behind the door which made him perk up but seeing you walk through the doors with akaashi's jersey on instead of him dampened his mood even more. his hair was down, a sight you'd see only when he's fresh out of the shower.

a bigger pout was set on his face while his eyes looked downcast. he was crouching in the corner, mushrooms seemingly growing beside him. he sulked and sulked until you decided to approach him.

"sweetheart? are you alright?" you asked gently, a soft and caring touch falling on his head. "why are you wearing akaashi's jersey?" and there it is. he was downcast by this matter. even if some may say that this was an overreaction, you couldn't help but pity the boy.

he was a very clingy boyfriend and you loved him for that aspect, it broke your heart to see his usually cheery attitude gone. "aww baby..." you softly cooed, delicately choosing your words.

"i thought i was your boyfriend not akaashi..." small tears pricked his eyes. pecking his temple, you ran your hands through his soft hair. "baby, i just had an accident that dirtied up my shirt. i called akaashi first since he was the first contact that popped up. i'll change into your jersey if it'd make you feel better."

this seemed to perk him right back up. carrying you over his shoulder to the changing rooms, he boisterously laughs while you just stare at your cute himbo boyfriend.

kita—

jealousy never crossed the boy's mind. you were loyal, he was loyal, you were perfect. but the way aran's jersey hugged your body was infuriating.

he never experienced any of this before, after all, you were his very first girlfriend. he doesn't want to mess things up but he hated seeing your body in a shirt that's not his. he hated how the fabric laid on your chest, and how it reached past your tighs.

that was supposed to be his jersey on you.

he never felt this way before, truly. never has he felt jealousy, not envy... at least not to this degree. he wondered and thought of everything that happened before this very day and he couldn't come up with anything he's said or done to piss you off.

was something bothering you that you couldn't tell him?

he was practically pulling his hair out from thinking about it. deeming he's had enough of this torture, he walks towards your form, his mind slightly fogged with green.

nuzzling his head at the crook of his neck, he asks, "baby, why're ya wearin' aran's jersey and not mine?" his hot breath fanning over your collarbone.

shivers ran through your spine as you slightly flush red. sighing with soft eyes, you look towards your slightly sulking and jealous boyfriend. "sorry love, i forgot to bring any athletic wear and since aran was my classmate, i decided to ask him for a shirt."

he hummed, vibrations shaking you slightly. "just call me next time... please."

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scaranoiia · 2 years

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SMOKED.

pairing: bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

genre: light angst

word count: 1,678

cw/tw: reader has anxiety + talks about getting medicine, swearing, cigarette smoking, established relationship, concerned kou, petnames are used

"I'll help you get through this, okay?" — sometimes the outlet you think is helping you, ends up making everything worse.

You took a drag from your lit cigarette while leaning over the balcony of your shared apartment. You had left the doors cracked open to inside because Koutarou was up watching his shows, as usual, so you weren't worried about him finding you here smoking. Especially since it was getting close to one in the morning.

You took a couple more drags while admiring the nighttime, city view. It was beautiful, yet so hectic like something out of your nightmares. You brushed those anxious thoughts away with another puff of the toxins. You held the smoke in for a bit longer and finally released it once you felt your body start to calm down.

"Baby?" you hear Koutarou say from behind you, his voice was soft and confusion was laced in his tone, "what are you doing?"

Your body was frozen and you were sure he could tell. You let out a cough with your lips pursed and turn around while hiding the cigarette behind your back.

You raise your eyebrows at him and hum while looking into his eyes, "what's up, Kou? I thought you were watching your show?"

"I was, but you were taking a bit longer in the bathroom than usual so I wanted to make sure you were okay…" His eyes flicker to your hidden arms and then he looks back into your eyes, "why are you out here?"

He was avoiding the real question he wanted to ask. You could tell. You knew he saw the smoke, he had to have seen it. He had spoken right after you had released it from your lungs.

"I just wanted some fresh air. It gets a bit stuffy inside sometimes," you tell him. He nods and looks around the balcony, his eyes searching for more clues, and they finally land on a water bottle that's sitting on the small table. His eyebrows furrow and he points to it.

"Don't you usually drink out of the paper cups we have?" He questions.

"It's just a water bottle," you mumble before speaking up, "are you gonna ask me your real question or continue avoiding it?" You knew your half-gone cigarette had to have been complete ashes by now. It should've been put out in the water bottle already. He hesitates and then looks at your legs as you can feel some of the ashes fall off the cigarette.

"What's behind your back?" He asks. You sigh and look to the side before moving toward him to grab the water bottle. He grabs your shoulders as he must think you’re trying to flee inside.

"Can I grab the fucking water bottle, Koutarou?" You snap your head up to look at him while snatching the water bottle off the small table.

“Don't swear at me like that," he whispers, his tone hurting as he looks into your eyes. You flick the cap off the water bottle and watch as it lands on the small table before you bring your other hand out from behind your back and drop the cigarette into the water. His eyes widen like saucers as he snatches the water bottle out of your hands.

"A cigarette… You were smoking a cigarette?! Since when do you even-,"

You gulp as tears spring to your eyes. You never wanted him to find out like this. You didn't want him to find out at all honestly. You could see the growing confusion and frustration in his eyes as he continued spitting words at you.

"-What is wrong with you?"

And that's when you feel a tear slip.

"What is wrong with me?" You ask him, your voice cracking as more tears begin slipping past your waterline. His expression changes to one of panic as he's quickly setting the water bottle down and holding your upper arms.

"No, no baby, I didn't mean it like that, I promise," he says softly, his hands coming up to smooth his thumbs along your cheekbones.

"I'm sorry, I-," you choke out. He nods and brushes a few hairs out of your face.

"Why?" he asks gently.

"I didn't- he just- he told me it would make my anxiety go away," you cry.

"He? Who's he?" He questions.

"My friend," you whimper.

"The one you became friends with a month ago who also smokes?" He asks. You nod and nibble on your bottom lip. "And does it make your anxiety go away, baby?"

"Only for a little bit. If- if I don't smoke one in a while then it gets worse and I don't feel good," you tell him.

"Baby," he breathes out, "you know how bad these are for you, don't you? And that there's other ways to help your anxiety settle down. Baby, they make medicine for it."

"I don't have the money for medicine," you cry.

"I do, [Name], you know that I have the money for it. Why didn't you come to me and ask me?" He rubs your upper arms in his hands while watching as your lips tremble before you speak.

"I can't just- Kou, I can't take your money like that," you cry out.

"If it's for your mental health, yes, you can. I would never let you go without something you need, I don't care how much it costs me. And don't you think that you having the proper medicine to treat it is better than you having to get a lung transplant from those nasty things in the future?"

You gulp and nod while looking into his eyes, your own shaking with guilt because of how much you've upset him.

"Will you stop so that we can get you the right treatment for it? Because those things are not helping you, baby, they're only going to make you feel worse," he says softly. "Do you have more on you?" He asks. You sniffle and nod before looking away from his eyes. "Where are they?"

You reach into your hoodie pocket and pull out the almost empty carton with your lighter inside. He takes it out of your hands and opens it before letting out a deep breath.

"There's only three left in here, when did you smoke all the others?"

"This past week," you mumble.

"It's only been five days, baby. Did he give this to you new or were some already gone out of it?" He asks while closing the carton.

"New, he took the wrapper off of it for me and helped me," you say quietly.

"Helped you do what?" He asks.

"Helped me smoke the first one."

He nods and licks his lips before opening the carton back up to pull the lighter out and look at it. You watch as he reads over the black sharpie written on the white lighter and his jaw clenches before he looks back into your eyes.

"'Rest in peace: virgin lungs.' Does he think this is a joke?" He scoffs while tossing the lighter back into the carton and closing it with a heaving sigh. You just stand here and watch him, your anxiety rising as your fingers itch to light one of the last three. He drops the carton onto the small table and you flinch at the noise before he puts the cap back onto the water bottle.

"Are you mad at me?" Your voice cracks and shakes as you whisper it.

"No baby, I'm not mad at you. I'm just frustrated and upset, that's all," he says.

"With me?"

"No," he chuckles lightly, "just-," he sighs and looks back down at the table, "can you promise me something?"

You nod and look into his eyes.

"Will you promise to stop smoking, so that I can help you get the right medicine for your anxiety?" He asks.

You gulp and look away from his eyes before looking at the cigarette carton. "It's not that easy, Kou," you mumble while looking back up at him.

"Can you at least try?" He asks desperately.

"I try every single time I come home because the last thing I wanted was for you to be disappointed in me," tears cloud over your eyes again before you start crying and drop your head down. "I hate the idea of you ever not liking me for something I've done and that's why I hid this from you because I didn't want you to hate me," you sob. He steps closer to you and pulls you into his arms to hold you tightly.

"Baby, I could never hate you. Please don't say stuff like that, let alone, think it. I love you and I just want the best for you, I promise," he says while pressing kisses to the top of your head. You choke out a sniffle and nod before whimpering, "I love you too."

He hums and gives your body a tight squeeze before lifting your head so you can look at him. You notice his teary eyes and shake your head as you bite your lip.

"I'll help you get through this, okay? We'll get you to stop and I'll get you the right medicine that you need," he assures you. You nod and sniffle as you look away from his eyes.

"Can we go to bed now?" You ask. He nods and picks up the carton of cigarettes and the water bottle before opening the balcony door a bit more. You walk inside first and watch as he heads over to the trash and drops the water bottle inside. When he goes to drop the carton, you grab his wrist.

"What if I need one?" You ask him.

"You won't need one, your body will just make you think that you want one. They're going in the trash, baby," he says while dropping it in and then closing the lid. You stare at the lid of the trashcan and then he grabs your hand. "Let's go brush our teeth and then we can go to bed, alright?" He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and shuts off the lights before guiding you into the bathroom.

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hauskate · 2 years

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Jealousy [ Koutarou Bokuto x Reader ]

Pairings: Koutarou Bokuto, GN Reader

Description: You've been coming home late and someone wants to know why.

TW: 18+ content, language, interrogation(?), handcuffs, posessiveness, sub reader, dom bo, pet names, oh no hyzin's writing at midnight again we're fucked

Word Count: 532

It was never your fault- there was nothing you could've done. He was just jealous. Just jealous. You had to keep repeating it over and over in your head.

Every night you visited he investigated you. "Why are you so late, Y/n...?" He'd ask with anxious puppy eyes.

You were in college, worked on the daily, etc. He knew that. So why would he ask every damn time?

"Bokuto," you sighed once again. "My hours changed, remember?"

And every time he'd change from sweet to angry. "Probably with your other boyfriend too. I know I'm not your favorite anymore..." He always gazed down to his feet before looking back up at you with a glare.

Another sigh. "I don't know what you're going on about, you're the only one, Darling."

But this time was different. Usually he'd just shrug it off and become happy again. Instead, his glare became lustful in the matter of a moment.

With one hand draped over the couch and the other moving to his lap, the man places his offer before you. "Then prove it."

"Bo, I'm tired-"

And there goes your vision. It was meer seconds before you were on your back. The same eyes fixed themselves on yours, his every thought laid out in the open.

"I'm tired too, Babe." He smirked, knowing full well he'd be getting into you tonight. "But I just..." The back of his hand gently rested against your cheek, the sensation sending tingles up your spine. "...I can't hold myself back. You need to know who you belong to..."

At this point there isn't anything left to process- you want him. No, you need him. His hands running down your sides, wandering under your shirt- it gave you no room to breathe. "W-Who do I belong to...?"

Lips come crashing down on your own, the intensity raising the heat in your pants by the second. It takes nothing for him to pin your hips down before you can gain friction.

"Don't f-fucking tease.. me like this-" You mumble between breaths.

"What do you.. want me to do, hm?"

"Fuck me. Just- just fuck me already..."

His hips grind against yours for a moment, savoring your every reaction. "Should I..." He stops for a moment, completely drawing himself away. His figure vanishes in the hallway, leaving you questioning what the hell he's doing.

The loss of contact makes you groan in annoyance. "If you're joking, Bo, I swear to-" Before you can say another word, you notice what he has in his hands and go completely silent.

"Stay there, I don't want you running away again..."

He'd never used anything but himself, but handcuffs were a change. Not a bad thing, though- how will it plan out?

Shiny metal connects with your skin as he towers over you. He'd ripped every layer of clothing off of you, drinking in the sight.

But you were enjoying this, too. Abs glistening in the moonlight, hair a disaster, not to mention he had complete control over your small figure.

With one hand on your hip, the other guides your cuffed hands to rest above your head on the cushion.

"You'd better get ready."

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emmyrosee · 1 month

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Bokuto 31 (i'm sorry if i screwed up)

YOU DID NO SUCH THING!!! Thank you for sending it in for me, love 🥺🩵

31 with Bokuto… proposal 🫶🏻

The ring sits like a brick in his pocket from how nervous he is, the feeling of nausea swirling in his chest as you stare at the clouds in the sky, taking in the beauty of nature as he takes in the beauty of you.

He doesn't fear that you'll say no, necessarily. But he's worried you won't say yes, you won't jump up and down and scream his name and tell everyone you're engaged, because Koutarou would be no one, if he wasn't a panicking, catastrophizing man.

He knows that Atsumu and Meian are on a blanket only three yards away, ready to film and take pictures whenever he gives the signal, but you look so peaceful, soaking in the sun.

He hopes you don't mind a calm, serene proposal, he was going to give you an extravagant one, but he panicked, He didn't want you to feel like you had to say yes- although, it sure would be cool if you do.

He looks at Meian, gives a loud clearing of his throat, and when you turn to look at him, he nearly dies from nerves. He clears his throat again, "hey.. so... how are you?"

You quirk a brow and chuckle, "I'm just delightful, 'tarou. How are you?"

"I'm good!" He assures. Then, he swallows thickly, "but... I hope you can make me better." He shifts slightly to then be perched on one knee, taking the ring out of his pocket and holding it tightly.

First, your look is surprised. Then, excited. Then you whip your head around to see the surrounding park-goers clapping, and your eyes land on Atsumu and Meian filming.

Then, amusement fills your eyes, and Koutarou falters just slightly.

"KOUTAROU!" You scream, and he smiles nervously. "I'M IN SWEAT PANTS!"

"It's okay!" He hears Atsumu yell back.

"NO ITS NOT!" You laugh as your hands come up to cover your face, but interlaced with your laughter are tears, your shoulders heaving and slipping over your cheeks in ways Koutarou can only describe as joyful.

He beams back at you.

"Will you marry me?" He sniffles. "Sweatpants and all?"

"Yes," you whimper, nodding and passing him your ring hand, a hand so much smaller than his, a hand he can't wait to hold forever, now adorned with the prettiest ring his money could buy and for him and him alone.

You tackle him square to the blanket, and he wraps his arms around you protectively, laughing against your head and sponging kisses where he could.

Ready to start a new forever, with you.

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Idk if you do angst to fluff if not just delete this but if you do can I request fem reader with bokuto where paparazzi takes pictures of him and some celebrity woman (super model athletic what ever you want) looking like they were kissing but really wasn’t and y/n see it’s getting really hurt and talks to bokuto about it but he pushed aside her feelings saying she being dramatic and that’s the life of dating a famous athlete and y/n gets really hurt and leaves for couple of days (like to a hotel etc) and bokuto is devastated and try’s to apologize to y/n for saying all that (if you can’t see bokuto being this way you can pick whoever you thinks fits)

Going public!

Bokuto x reader(angst to fluff!)

Ok it was a debate on wether I’d leave it as Bokuto or write it as Oikawa both would seem to act this way, both for different reasons though…this may also take me a second to write so!! Anyways idk how to actually write angry reader so very sorry if it’s bad and sorry for how long this took😭

Tw~ angst to fluff, cursing, cheating accusations, angry Bokuto, gossip magazines, reader experiences heartbreak over miscommunication, arguements? Idk how to tag this so just proceed with caution and let me know if I missed anything!!

It was on a day where he was supposed to be coming home, he shouldn’t have been getting out of a limo with some girl, he shouldn’t be kissing on her? He should be coming home to you. Obviously distressed after Akaashi had sent you the article all you could manage to do was curl up on the couch and cry, it hurt so fucking bad to see the love of your life be with someone else.

Everything had been going so well, your relationship was going amazing, you’d just bought a pent house together and he’d been telling you the night before about how much he missed and loved you…but that must have been a lie if he was so willing to be with another.

When he came home, he was tired, nothing like he normal was, normally he’d be overjoyed to see you practically jumping on you but he simply walked off to the bedroom shrugging off his jacket not even bothering to talk to you.

You could practically feel your heart breaking, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt maybe it was the angle, maybe he just had jet lag, but every time he got caught in scandalous photos before he’d be quick to call and explain things to you, even when he’d have jet lag he’d still walk up to you and hold you tight, and he was always in a cuddling mood when he was tired…something was wrong he only got like this when he was stressed and nervous.

You cautiously walked to the bedroom hearing him yelling at someone on the phone before shouting whatever and hanging up before he swung open the door.

“What’re you doing?” He asked you, and Bokuto normally would never ask you for a reason to see him.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, “are you cheating on me?” You ask him already fucking terrified of what his response will be.

He stares at you like it’s been the silliest question he’d heard, “I just uhm saw a photo and it looked like you kissing that model.” You whisper trying to fish the phone from your pocket.

“This again? Are you serious y/n?” He asks, and you know he’s probably just agitated but it makes you want to break out in tears, “I’ve told you a million times I’d never cheat on you, I love you a lot, what’s it gonna take for you to believe me?” He asks and in your mind it sounds a lot more offensive than he means it.

You show him the photo pointing at the caption asking him if it was true, “honestly y/n “ he sighs out “I think you’re over reacting, you know that it’s always going to be one scandal after another I told you, you can’t let these get to you” he tries to get you to see it the way he does, but he’s not doing good with his words, he’s trying to make you not take those photos so seriously especially when he knows it’s just photo after photo that’s going to break you’re heart which it’s only worsened by the fact that so far you’ve denied any offer at going public with your relationship that he’s made.

“Overreacting?” Yoh practically gasp out, “I’ll show you over reacting.” You tell him pushing past as you throw clothes into a suit case, that night was the first of three you’d spent in a little hotel room.

Maybe Bokuto was right and you were slightly overreacting, because you do know that he will always be in scandals and you can’t take them to heart or you’ll fall apart everytime he looks at you, but in some sense you wish he’d validate your feelings as well. The he went about telling you was horrible.

But two days later, Bokuto is knocking on the door, “baby?” He calls out, “Hinata told me you were here, can you let me in please I want to apologize.”

You roll your eyes as you sniffle a little, “no go away Bokuto” You huff.

“Baby please” he practically whines still knocking, “I’m really sorry I shouldn’t have said that”

You open the door and Bokuto practically falls forward before catching himself.

“I’m really sorry” he tells you as he squeezes you, “I shouldn’t have said it like that but it hurts to see you continue to get hurt by the magazines, when we all know no matter what I say they will still continue.”

“Maybe we should go public than” you mutter into his chest and he pushes you away with his arms wide smile on his face as he pulls out his phone, “don’t get me wrong though I’m still a little upset with how you phrased it.” The both of you giggle as he peppers your cheeks with kisses in apology.

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o2amu · 2 years

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HQ BOYS PAINTING YOUR NAILS !

BOKUTO: he’s never been this concentrated and determined to get a task done. eyebrows furrowed and his tongue sticking out to the side, you can feel his steady breath against your hands as he finishes the last nail polish stokes on your pinky nail. to your surprise, he’s done a fairly decent job so far, considering how reckless he can be at times. you watch him with a gentle smile on your face without speaking a word, following his request to not “distract him”. the end result is much better than you had anticipated and although there were a few uneven coats on some nails, you’re proud of his work and thank him with a million kisses on his face.

OIKAWA: he insists that it’s much easier than it seems but is immediately proven wrong when he scoops out too much polish and applies it sloppily on your thumb nail. a scowl grows on his face and he mutters a “I barely scooped any out…” you try to suppress your laughter, but seeing him frustrated with the nail polish and it’s weird consistency, a few chuckles escape your lips. you try to help him out a bit but he claims that he’s “got it” and stands by his initial statement- that it’s ‘super easy’. you shrug it off and watch him whine the entire time, blaming the nail polish for being so “weird n’ gooey”. once he’s finally finished, he’s surprisingly proud of how it turned out, in his eyes. but, you appreciate his effort and show it off to all your friends the next day.

SAKUSA: tranquility is written all over his face as he dips the brush back into the clear polish bottle and cautiously applies it to the very last nail. it almost looks like he’s enjoying this more than you are. a satisfied smile tugs his lips as he looks at the end product. he kisses the back of both your hands before he gets up to return the nail polish bottles back, but is stopped when you grab his wrist to sit back down. before he could question what you were doing, you gesture him to pick a color. he picks up the periwinkle bottle and you grab it, twisting the top open and begin applying a layer of the pretty blue shade on his nails. he smiles at how pretty it looks on him and he places his hands next to yours on the table, admiring both of your guys’ nails.

IWAIZUMI: it takes him quite some time to get one hand done as he wanted them all to be absolutely perfect. you insist that it looked great the first four times, but you’re no match for his stubbornness. he grabs another cotton pad and damps it with nail polish remover to give it another attempt. and after some time has passed, he’s successfully managed to get the paint job to fit his satisfaction. with an contrite look, he apologizes for taking too long and offered to wash the dishes for an entire month (mostly because he wouldn’t want you to ruin your nails and have his effort go to waste), but you’re not complaining.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 7 months

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🙌🏻Mini Scenario🙌🏻

Team Japan x GN! manager

Ok now, hear me out 👀 what if our precious manager YN just so happened to live in the dorms with Team Japan…

Picture it 🙌🏻 originally, you decided to move into the doors for convenience purposes. The dorms are right next to the gym, so you can literally roll out of bed and get to practice.

The food is made by professional chefs so not only is it healthy, but it’s amazing.

You have your own room with en suite bathroom 😱 and probably the best, it’s rent free!! And trust me, in this economy 👀🤚🏻 please we need all the help we can get!

It actually sounds like a pretty solid deal right?

Well you know what they say, there’s always a catch. And your “catch” comes in the form of several very annoying adult men : D

No matter how much the coaches and Iwaizumi threatened these guys, they will never leave you alone. Seriously like a bunch of toddlers 🙄

Literally everyone had a meeting about this specifically!

“And remember, when you get back to the dorms, YN is off duty. And that means what?” Iwaizumi probes the group

“That means YN’s not working?” Bokuto answers

“And?” Iwaizumi continues

“And what?” Hinata asks, confused

“Please don’t lump me in with these idiots,” Sakusa says, standing up and walking out of the gym.

Iwaizumi is probably face palming himself as we speak 🤦🏻‍♂️

“That means you leave Yn alone!”

Audible groans and protest can be heard around the world.

“But why? YN’s right there. What if I need more athletic tape?” Gao groans

“That seems like something that can wait until the next practice day don’t ya think?” You respond as the interruptions continue.

“What if I need a drink?” Kageyama asks, prompting yet another round of thought provoking questions.

Iwaizumi is trying his best not to lash out but it’s only been 2 minutes and he’s at his limits.

“Kageyama, I don’t get your drinks after practice. I have literally never done that!” You retort

“Yeah but what if I really need one made specifically by you?” He questions

“And what after practice scenario would you need that specific request Kags?” You respond

“Ohhh I can think of a few!” Atsumu shouts

At this point, Iwaizumi’s zen has left the building

“ABSOLUTELY NO BOTHERING YN!” He screams

Yaku, being the cheeky man he is, raises his hand, asking, “what about a fire? Should we just let YN burn because we can’t bother them?”

The boys all begin shouting various unreasonable scenarios as you and Iwaizumi just stare in disbelief 😐

What were the perks of this job again 😅

#mini HQ scenarios #team japan volleyball #team japan #team japan x gn! manager #haikyuu!!#haikyu!#haikyū!!#iwaizumi hajime #sakusa kiyoomi #yaku morisuke #Hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #bokuto koutarou #hakuba gao #gender neutral y/n #x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu x gender neutral reader

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daebraeksan · 1 year

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Reader feels lots of regrets, and Bokuto helps comfort them

Genre comfort, established relationship, domestic, gn reader

Wc 2164

Contents: hard on self, difficulty eating when stressed, food positivity/neutrality (intuitive eating/nonjudgemental eating), and of course comfort

a/n back at it again i 2023 lmfao bet you thought you’d seen the last of me etc etc lmfao haven’t uploaded in so long that i forgot my format whoops also i made a discord server hopefully the link works otherwise that would be embarrassing thanks

requested by @heart-an0n hope you like it and that it’s somewhat relevant to what you had in mind/wanted!

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The future is uncertain, and the past is a mistake, and the present is shit, so where are you supposed to be?

You can’t seem to shut down everything at once. If it’s not turmoil in your brain, then it’s in your tummy or chest. No wonder you hate being in the present moment, if the only time you’re ever in it is when you’re in pain.

You have no one to blame but yourself. As usual.

Your shame spiral swirls around you, thoughts smeared all over your brain, viscous and gluttonous. There’s nothing you can do when the overstimulation comes from within yourself.

Right?

That's how you feel, at least.

You wait.

That’s all you can do.

You wait.

You won’t be comforted. Not on your own. No comfort tv, no coloring books, no pets, no music.

You want someone to do it for you. Is that so wrong?

You shame yourself for being too dependent and lazy while you wait for Bokuto to come home, which is taking a bit longer than expected, since he stopped on the grocery store on the way home.

See? He’s doing something for you again. You can’t do anything! Leech leech leech!, you chant at yourself, just in case being mean to yourself was going to fix all your problems.

It hasn’t in the past, but what if it works this time? Don’t know until you try.

The front door clicks open and you hear rustling as Bokuto shuffles around, entering your shared abode.

“I’m home!” he announces.

“Welcome home,” you say. You’re not sure he heard you. But you know he trusts that you said it, and so even if he can’t hear it, you have to say it.

He kisses the top of your head on the way to taking the groceries to the kitchen. You want to get up and follow him but you don’t have the energy. You thought seeing him would magically blast you with the superpower to get up but alas. Some things not even Bokuto can fix.

You can’t unthink the thought. You wish you could. You wish you didn’t like scaring yourself with worst case scenarios.

He starts dinner and comes in to check on you.

“Have you eaten?” he asks.

You shake your head.

Bokuto never judgmentally sighs at you because he’s too nice. But if he was one to do that, the long pause in the air would have been the time to do it.

“Do you want a snack before dinner?”

How can you eat at a time like this?

“Chips?” he asks.

It’s so funny because you’re an adult! You can do whatever you want! You can have ice cream for dinner! Or chips as an appetizer! You can ruin your appetite however much you want!

But there’s still a nagging thought in your head before you do it like some judgmental parents are going to get you in trouble if you do.

But you can’t ruin an appetite you don't have.

Bokuto goes back into the kitchen and rummages around.

He returns with a bag of chips and eats one in front of you, then waves the bag over to you.

You sigh at yourself. You take a chip.

You see Bokuto move like he’s almost going to do a fist pump but then he stops himself. He’s not going to throw chips all over the floor. Again.

“Do you want to hang out with me while I cook?” he asks.

You really can’t say no. It is all you want. You wrap the blanket around yourself and follow him.

He smiles at you in amusement.

“What?” you ask. “Don’t say I look like a penguin,” you say, at the same time he says,” you look like a penguin.”

You level him with a look. He knows you don’t mean anything by it, so he blinks innocently.

Bokuto really is content to have you watch him cook. He doesn’t ask you to help at all. But if you didn’t think you’d get in the way with your blanket, you would.

But.

You need the blanket more than you need to feel useful.

You’re already at rock bottom, so who cares?

“How was your day?” you ask, cutting Bokuto off succinctly.

He knows how you are. He lets you distract them both with his day first. He tells you about his workout, media appearances, meetings, whatever funny stuff happened with his teammates, travel agents, room assignments, reality shows.

He chops and steams and stirs.

He washes his hands and holds your face carefully.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

“It’s the same old stuff,” you mumble.

He squishes your face.

“It’s okay, I can listen again,” he says. “I love listening to you talk, and also supporting you.”

“Okay,” you said, but it sounds like “waaauuuuu” because he is still squishing your face.

You and he set the table and sit down to eat.

You serve yourself the portion size you think you can stomach while you hate yourself and feel awful, and Bokuto doesn’t say anything, because maybe you’ll feel better later, and you’ll be ready to have a snack at this point. It’s more important that you eat whatever you’re comfortable with now, than eat nothing at all, and he would never shame you for your eating habits. You’re allowed to make your own choices.

You start your story with “you know ______” and you’re always amazed at what he does remember (the most intricate tiny details) and what he doesn’t remember (stuff that you think is really obvious, but it’s not because he doesn’t listen, or anything. Honestly it’s just funny at this point.)

And you explain the situation and what the trigger was as to why you are thinking about past regrets now.

And you know he wants to stop you because you are going into a spiral and it doesn’t really help to spiral. You don't think you’re really learning new information at this point.

But you just want him to know all the facts and details and how wrong and bad you are so he can make an accurate assessment of the situation.

He looks at you and listens attentively throughout your story.

You sigh. “Okay. I’m done,” you say.

He opens his mouth and you burst out, “oh also,” and finish up some last details.

He listens.

“I’m done for real this time,” you say.

“If you have more to share, that’s okay, too, and I want to listen,” he says. “But I’m going to respond now, if that’s what you want?”

You nod.

He sighs.

“The most important thing is that you learn,” he says.

Shame bubbles in you. Of course he’s going to think you’re wrong and bad. You also think that. You weren’t telling him so that he would absolve you of guilt.

But it still feels bad to have your worst fears confirmed (that you already believe about yourself.)

“And you already have,” he says. “Numerous times.”

You know this. You know that this is the only thing someone can say to you. You wished it helped.

“What would help?” he asks.

You sigh. You’ve never thought about it in that way. You don’t know.

“I wish it never happened,” you say.

“Other than that,” he says.

You look at your plate. You look at a scuff on the wallpaper. You look at the line where Bokuto’s eyebrow hairs shift from pointing up to pointing to the side. “I just wish I wasn’t wrong.”

“It’s okay to be wrong,” he says. “It’s actually super okay and normal. People are wrong all the time. And some people don't even care! Some people are horribly wrong and just keep being that way, forever.”

You know this. If everyone cared ten percent as much as you care about being wrong then maybe the world would be less…like this.

“Even if you’re the villain in someone else’s story, you don’t have to be the villain in your own story. And just because that other person doesn’t forgive you, doesn’t mean you can’t move on. And even if you’re the villain in your own story, you can make different decisions next time. You learned. You grew. You want to do better. That’s all that matters.”

You feel tears peeking out. He swiftly moves to your side and hands you a tissue.

You rest your head in his chest and a sob bursts forth. You always cry the most (the best?) with Bokuto. He’s the only person you feel safe enough to be like this with.

Except now you're crying so you can’t intellectually remember all that because your ears are filled with the sound of your own crying. Your brain is filled only with that audio, and the sensation of cold tears on your hot cheeks, and the heaviness of your nose running, and the solidness of Bokuto as he lets you press yourself against him. He will not let you go until you are ready.

He pats your head and back and hands you more tissues.

You look at him, watery and poised for another outburst.

“I don’t want to be a bad person,” you sob. “I’m sorry I’m a bad person.”

He says your name softly and presses soft kisses to your head. He hugs you.

You breath through all the fluids and your chest feels emptier. Your head feels clearer. You’re afraid to feel shame again. You’re afraid to let this go in case you make another mistake again.

You don't want to make another mistake again.

It’s always hanging over your head, all the mistakes.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say.

“Do you want to talk some more?” he asks. “Do you want some water?”

You nod.

“Water?” he asks.

You nod again.

He goes and grabs your water bottle (how he knows where it is when you didn’t even know will remain a mystery) and opens it for you. You take a small sip. The coldness in your throat and tummy feels like a wall between you crying and you now.

“I love you so much, no matter what,” he says.

“I love you, too.”

“Seriously,” he says. “I know you know, but I am telling you.”

You nod.

“Even if you do stuff that makes you think you’re a bad person,” he says.

You shake your head.

“Don’t shake your head at me,” he says.

You’re working on the part of you that thinks you don’t deserve him, that he’s too good for you, that you’re not good enough for him. You’re working on that part. But it makes its presence known, during your lowest moments.

But Bokuto loves all parts of you. Even the parts of you that are painful for him. He loves all of you and knows that you are a person with a whole past and habits and attitudes and beliefs. And he knows that you love him and are trying your best every day, just like how he loves you and is trying his best every day.

“I love you no matter what you dom” he says. “Being a good person and a bad person doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s not real. We’re all just people. I love you so much because you’re you.”

You’re learning to accept that, but even if there’s a part of you that doesn’t believe it, Bokuto loves that part of you, too. And you love all of him, so if logic decides to ever work one day, you’ll be set.

“You’re beautiful and amazing, but that’s not all there is to you. It's okay that you’re not perfect. That’s not why I love you. That’s not why I started loving you, and that’s not why I love you now. I think you’re perfect for me, but that’s because I know that we’re both choosing this life together every day. I’m so grateful and think you’re perfect and amazing because you’re my partner. We’re in this together.”

You nod. You hug him and he hugs you back.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Okay,” you say quietly, because a part of you still feels like if you’re too loud about your happiness, it might get taken away.

“I’m glad,” he says. “I’m proud of you and love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he says. “Thanks for letting me be there for you.”

He makes you drink some more water and you help him put away the leftovers (which you’re probably going to dip back into in a few hours when you’re feeling snackish—and when you do, a little part of Bokuto will relax with relief, because even though he never judges you or pressures you, he wants you to be healthy, happy, and nourished. He loves you so much and wants the best for you. And he feels so lucky because he knows you would do the same for him.)

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writer-freak · 1 year

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Bokuto taking care of sick Gn reader

Summary: Reader is sick at home and Bokuto tries to take care of you

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, reader is sick, just fluff, Bokuto being his energetic self

A/n: I have been sick for the past two weeks because first I was in so much pain I couldn't move and right now I still have a pretty bad case of the flu (though I'm mostly better). So I started writing quite a few headcanons about reader being sick, in pain, or on their period, so expect quite a lot of that content when I'm healthy again. This is just some headcanons from my old account so not really my best work but I need someone to take care of me right now

Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated💙

Bokuto would drop every responsibility for you and just run over to your place when he hears you are sick

He will not really think through what he is going to do for you but he can't leave his love alone at home while sick

So what will most likely happen is that he shows up in front of your door hugging you

You probably have to remind him that he shouldn't be too close to you because you don't want to infect him

He will ignore that and still hold your hand while saying that you should go back to bed

Will tuck you into bed and look at you with sad puppy eyes because he hates seeing you so unwell

Will put a hand on your forehead and will notice how much you're burning up which will set him into a panic because no human should be this hot (literally)

Has a scattered brain and therefore will most likely call Akaashi or someone else for a bit of help on what to do so that you can feel better

He asks Akaashi what he should get and then he goes to you and tells you that he will be back in a bit and if you need something specific

After your answer he goes get all the stuff like cooling pads, some medication to lower your fever, something for your throat, etc.

He will most likely forget some things and bring other random stuff which he thought would be nice but its all cool because he remembered the most important things

Or so he thought but when he is back at your place and says that he will go back again to get the missing item you tell him to stay with you

He will have the biggest grin because of that and goes to hold your hand before putting one of those cooling pads on your forehead

He will probably just talk to you about anything and everything to get your mind off you being sick

So I hope you like someone talking to you because the look he will give you if you tell him that the talking just makes it worse is like you kicked a puppy

But now we imagine that it is helpful and that after some time his rambling just lulls you to sleep

He will continue talking before he even notices that you have fallen asleep but he is happy that he could take care of you in some way

He still is worried because you of course don't magically look better but for now, he just decides on carefully scooting with you in your bed to cuddle

Because cuddles make everything better

Well besides that after that he got sick because he of course wanted to be close to you and now you have to take care of him

But that is a story for another time

Hopefully you enjoyed this and merry christmas if you celebrate it and if not I hope you have a wonderful day

#bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto fluff #x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutarou #Bokuto x gn reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro fluff #hq #hq bokuto #gn reader #gender neutral

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