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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Bulls in the Bronx

(So…. long story short, I’m now a hucow simp. Thanks a lot @/biskywrites and @/dark-side-blog2 for making me this way (ﾉД`) lol, all jokes aside, I wanna suck some tiddy milk from a buff man ;)) Anyways, this is Yandere Hucow(Hubull?) Bokuto x Fem Reader ;0 This fic allows me to flex my farming knowledge lol, bc my grandparents owned ponies and dogs.

TW: !Noncon!, !dubcon!, creampie!, he hits you twice!, somnophilia!, predator vs prey?, manipulation!, cumflation!, breeding kink!, size kink!, ur a farmhand!, lactation!, tiddie sucking!, Asshole farmer Ushi, etc..

Please don’t proceed if any of the above are triggering! Also, sorry if Bokuto is too OOC lol)

“Bokuto got into the lackweed again,” You can’t suppress the laugh that explodes from your mouth. The idea of the biggest hucow (hubull??) on the ranch freaking out (again), because he’s now dripping milk is hilarious.

“Where on Earth does he keep finding those damn weeds?” The other farmhand laughs as well, stooping down to fill two buckets with water.

“I think those grass seeds were cross contaminated, the other hucows also started to lactate a lot more than usual. But, it’s kinda funny that our best breeder is dripping like a heifer,” Chuckling in acknowledgement, you can’t help but feel a pang of pity. Poor Bo, he’s probably really self conscious at the moment.

“Maybe I should go check on him-” Your coworker almost drops the bucket she’s filling, looking up at you as if you just grew three heads.

“Why would you do that? Did you forget that he’s going in rut soon?” Frowning, you glance down at the floor in mild shame.

“Well, yes, but he isn’t supposed to start until next week! Plus, I’m not ovulating right now, so I won’t trigger him,” The other girl thinks for a moment, before nodding slowly.

“I suppose it’d be fine. If anything, he may calm down if his favourite handler is there,” Nodding, you grab two buckets from the shelf beside you. Squatting down next to your coworker, you place a bucket underneath a faucet, turning the circular handle to the left. A gush of cool water rushes out, quickly filling the plastic pail. Quickly switching it out for the empty one, you wait a few more moments, before turning off the rushing water. Grabbing the handles of the buckets, you lift them whilst standing to your feet, using your legs instead of your back.

Nodding towards the other girl, you bid her farewell. Turning on your heel, you tromp towards the bull pens. The large red barn is quite a far distance from the shed you were once in, causing you to break out in a light sweat. It doesn’t help that it’s mid spring, causing the farm to be quite warm.

Setting the buckets down on the dirt ground, you wipe your brow with the back of your hand. Huffing out a deep breath, you quickly move the concrete slab keeping the barn closed away from the sliding door, before shoving it open. The sound of the cowbell on the red and white door handle on the inside clinks noisily, queuing a symphony of deep ‘moos.’

Picking up the buckets with bent knees, you hurry inside, relishing the feeling of the barn’s fans on your sweaty skin, “Hey guys, is the barn cool enough for you?” Grumbles and shifting of large bodies are all you get in response, causing you to laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gunning it for a certain grey haired bull’s stall, a bright smile makes its way onto your face, “Hey, Koutarou, how’re you feeling?”

He’s currently laying on his bed of compact hay, tears sliding down his handsome face. His cute ears are droopy, his bell earring not jingling with life like normal. His tears drip between his septum piercing, and drop onto his well defined abdomen, “Not good, (Your Name).”

With a small gasp, you set down the pails rather harshly, some of the cool liquid sloshing onto the wooden floor. Hurrying towards him, you sit on the prickly ‘mattress,’ “What’s wrong? I heard that you’re lac-” A small sob leaves his lips at your words, causing you to grab his hand reassuringly, “Are the other guys making fun of you? I can go yell at them if you’d like!”

The buff bull-man sits up, one arm covering his chest self-consciously, “No! They’re not being mean,” He grips your hand almost to the point that it’s painful, “I-it’s just… my chest hurts, real bad.”

Nodding in understanding, you motion towards his covered pecs, “Let me see, Bubs. I’ll see what I can do.”

His face flushes bright red, “But it’s embarrassing!” You shush him sweetly, releasing his hand to coax his arm away from his chest.

“It’s okay, I won’t make fun of you! I just wanna help you,” After a moment of hesitance, he obeys, revealing his swollen, red nipples.

The area around his nipples is raised as well, showing just how much his milk is backed up.

Eyes softening even more, you delicately rub both pecs, “You’re alright, Bubs. This happens to the cows sometimes when we don’t milk them as much as we need to. If you’d like, I can go find a pump!”

“No! I don’t wanna pump!” You jump slightly, and move away from him, only for his hands to trap your own to his chest. More tears gather in his eyes, as he becomes distraught, “I don’t want my milk to go to waste!”

Taken aback, you nod, although you don’t understand his reasoning, “Kou, why’re you acting like this? You know we don’t get rid of milk, we sell your guys’ milk at the market.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want you to sell it. I want you to drink it,” The look of shock on your face is mistaken as disgust, causing him to cry even more, “Do you think I’m weird? Why do you look like that?” Seeing the bull act so sensitive is adorable, but you feel as though you have to comfort him.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m not weirded out, I’m just surprised. I’ll go get a bucket-”

“No bucket!” Sighing at his weird behaviour, you cock an eyebrow at him.

“Then how am I supposed to collect it?” A big grin crosses his teary face.

“Drink from me! I promise I’ll be good!” Shifting in discomfort, an anxious sweat starts to form on your brow.

“Ahaha, that’s funny, Kou. You know I can’t do that,” More tears well up in his eyes, squeezing your heart painfully, “Don’t look at me like that, Bubs. I don’t think your owner would like me getting so close-”

“I don’t mind,” Ushijima’s voice booms throughout the barn, scaring the living daylights out of you. Whipping your head around, you make eye contact with the large male, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, “As long as my star bull is happy, I’m happy.”

Kou releases your hands, only to grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “See! He doesn’t care! Please, (Nickname), please help me! My udders hurt so bad!”

With Ushijima’s eyes on you, and Koutarou’s sad and pain filled face, you finally relent, “Okay, okay! Don’t freak out, Bubs, I’ll help. You just gotta let me go.”

He releases you quickly, before shoving your head towards his chest. The jingling of his earring is heard, telling you that his ears are no longer pressed down on the top of his head. You hear heavy footsteps walk away from his stall, probably gathering the bulls to let them graze outside.

You try to push away from where your head is being smushed, but the bull gives you no leeway, “Why aren’t you drinking?” The male practically whines, as you whack his shoulder lightly.

“I’m being smothered in between your tiddies, Kou,” You chuckle in slight discomfort, but he finally allows you up. Moving towards his most swollen nipple (the left one), you pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, causing a small stream of milk to come streaming out.

A small moan leaves the large man’s lips, as he shoves you once again face first into his chest, “Don’t tease, (Nickname), I feel like I’m dying!” A flash of empathy goes through your heart.

Removing your hand from his nipple, you take a deep breath, and latch yourself onto him.Your chapstick covered lips are soft against his sensitive skin, causing him to keen. When you suckle, a tidal wave of milk bursts into your mouth. Luckily, it doesn’t taste very bad; his milk tastes like vanilla, causing you start to slurp it up like a babe.

Your one hand kneads his other pec to soothe him, “Fu-fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” You don’t bother trying to say anything, instead, you just suck harder. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his tit that you’re currently nursing on, causing him to pump out more of his yummy milk.

After a few long moments, you release his nipple. A drop of milk trickles down your chin, which the large bull laughs at. A thick finger wipes off the excess, pushing itself into your mouth. A tender look is in the grey haired man’s eyes, as he kisses your forehead.

“Thank you, pretty girl. Can you do the other one, please?” Now that he’s no longer in a painfilled state, he’s back to his normal, boyish self. Nodding, you lick your lips, before latching on to his other nipple. He barely chokes back a moan, his hand gripping the back of your head.

You suck as hard as you can without hurting him, pretending his nipple was a straw to a thick ass milkshake. Between your massaging and sucking, his teat no longer feels as painful as it once did.

Pulling away, you give him a wry smile, “There, all better. Well, I should pour your water into your trough now,” Standing up with wobbly legs, you move towards the filled buckets. Picking them up one by one, you pour it in with unsteady hands. Why are you so shaky right now? “Well, I should get going now. I hope you feel better later,” You try to walk out of his stall, only to be yanked back into Bokuto’s lap. Both empty pails fall to the ground unceremoniously, clattering loudly through the empty barn.

“Don’t leave me, Lovely, I need you,” His warm skin against yours feels nice, and you suddenly feel sleepy.

“Kou, I’m tired. I think-I think I’m gonna take a nap,” He runs his fingers (through your hair/over your scalp), tantalising you into drifting off.

“That’s alright, (Nickname), I’ll watch after you,” With a muffled ‘Mhm,’ you fall into a deep slumber.

When you awoke, you woke to your body shaking. Brow furrowing, you blearily open your eyes, only to see a tuft of grey hair in between your bent, spread legs.

His long tongue is currently fucking in and out of your dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Ku-Kou? Wha-“ He looks up immediately, a look of shock on his strong features.

“I-It’s Not what it looks like! I-I just wanted a taste!” You groggily push at his head, catching his ears slightly, causing a small jingling to sound throughout the empty barn.

“You didn’t ask, why, why are you-“ He grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle with a slobbering kiss.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Let me make you feel good! You taste so good,” You yank your hand back, trying to kick off the hand that currently wrapped around your right thigh.

“Get off of me! Bokuto, you-you’re doing this without my consent! I thought we were friends!” You shout, pushing at his face harshly. He grabs one of your hands, trying to kiss it, only for your other to clap him upside the face harshly, “Don’t! You’ve already done enough.”

Kicking him away (even though he’s much larger and stronger than you, meaning he just moved away), you stand to your feet, pulling back up your halfway down jeans and panties.

Snatching up the buckets previously discarded, you don’t even shoot the crying bull a glance, just turning on your heel, and stomping away.

Tears of your own drip down your face, humiliation and betrayal weighing down your aching heart.

Forcefully sliding open the barn doors, you run from it, catching the eye of a certain green haired farmer.

It seems Bokuto fucked up.

But that’s okay, when he goes into rut, there’ll be nothing keeping him from breeding you full of his massive calves.

You avoided the bull barn like the plague for the next week. The hucows are very pleasant company. They treat you as if you’re their young, making you feel well loved.

That is, until Hachi asked you why you’ve been avoiding Bokuto. She’d told you that he hasn’t acted the same, in fact, he’s acted depressed and withdrawn.

Since then, you’ve stuck with aquatic life. The fish, swans, and ducks don’t give you that much trouble.

But, when you come back from the pond and fish pools, the farm is ensued with panic. Apparently, Bokuto’s finally gone into rut.

And, unfortunately for you, he’s on the prowl for you.

So, when your coworker runs up to you, begging for you to calm him, you turn on your heel, and start walking back towards the pond. They can figure this out themselves, you’re not going to sacrifice yourself to someone who tried to take advantage of you.

Sadly, that doesn’t work out.

You’re immediately stopped by Ushijima, his broad form blocking you from advancing forward, “Where do you think you’re going?” His arms are crossed, an angry scowl on his usually handsome features.

“I forgot something at the pond,” You lie, smoothly, “I’m going to go grab it real quick-”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” His strong voice booms, “What you’re going to do, is march yourself into the barn, and make my prized bull happy.”

Your own scowl forms on your pretty face, “I will do nothing of the sort. Interspecies sex is illegal! You can fire me for all I care, I’m not going in there!” You try to move around his large form, only to be manhandled into a chokehold.

His left arm is wrapped around your neck, your back to his chest, and your face being held in a large hand, “Interspecies sex is legal when a human and hybrid are mates,” He hisses through gritted teeth, and you struggle in his hold, “If you don’t go in there, I’ll drag you in.”

“Fuck you,” You spit, “I’ll fucking castrate you!” You kick backwards, landing a solid hit on the large man’s groin. With a loud yell, you’re let go, allowing you to run towards the farm’s parking area. Pulling your truck’s keys from your pocket, you haul ass, not bothering to look behind you.

The barns and sheds fly past you, as you run through the open field leading to the car park. You suddenly hear loud footsteps follow after you, and you assume that it’s Ushijima, that is, until you hear them, “(Nickname)! (Nickname), where are you going? Why are you running away from me?” Bokuto’s voice rings out at top volume, hurting your ears. His voice a lot more gravely than before, and without looking at him, you know that he most likely looks crazed.

You don’t respond, trying to pick up the pace. You click the unlock button one time, only unlocking the driver’s side door. Because you had a head start, you cleared the field in less than three seconds, allowing you to hop into your truck, and lock the doors. Shoving the key into the ignition, all whilst buckling your seatbelt, you press on the brake, and turn it, only to hear the spluttering of your failing ignition, “Come on! Don’t do this-” Bokuto slams into the driver’s side door at top speed, rocking your large vehicle harshly. His hands and face are pressed against the window, his expression looking like that of a kicked puppy. You then notice the fact that the buff male is completely naked, his impossibly large cock bobbing against his toned stomach.

“Why are you trying to leave? I need you so badly, pretty-pretty. Why don’t you open the door, and we can figure this out? I promise I’ll make you feel good, after all, us bulls pride ourselves in taking care of our mates,” You cringe in disgust, not bothering to answer him. Instead, you continue to fiddle with your ignition, muttering expletives under your breath. His large hands start to beat on your driver-side window, trying to gain your attention, “(Nickname), come out already! Ushi already cut your fuel line, so you’re not going anywhere! Come on, I just wanna make you feel good-”

It was your turn to cut him off, “Shut up! We aren’t friends anymore, Bokuto, much less lovers! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’m sure many of the cows would love to help you through your rut, why can’t you just ask them?” Tears of frustration dot your eyelashes, as you pop open your glove box and search for your phone. Catching sight of the black cased (phone type), you snatch it from its confines with a loud ‘Aha,’ “Don’t make me call the Farmer’s Union, Bokuto. I’ll report you and Ushijima for-”

“You won’t! You love me too much!” His frantic words raise in volume, as he hit the glass even harder than before, “You wouldn’t put me down! Come on, (Nickname), why won’t you call me ‘Bubs’ anymore? I love you!” You swipe open your phone, and go to the contacts. Pulling up the Farmer’s Union phone number, you go to press ‘call,’ only for the shattering of glass to halt you.

You scream in both fear and shock, throwing up your hands to protect your face. This, in turn, causes you to drop your phone. In this time, Bokuto is able to grab you by your arms, and drag you towards the broken window. Your seatbelt keeps you in place, causing him to pull you even harder, and making you scream in pain.

You use your arm to whack his against the broken glass on your truck’s window area. He releases you in a moment of pain, allowing you to unbuckle yourself, and throw yourself to the passenger side. Once there, you unlock the door, and bolt towards the road.

“(Your Name), come back here! Stop being so difficult!” You pay him no mind, a few meters away from the busy road. Noticing a car speeding towards the area you’re running to, you push yourself even harder, trying to throw yourself into the road. Unfortunately, you’re grabbed by two buff arms that encircle your waist. They use all of their strength to smash you into their chest from behind, knocking the air from your lungs, “Are you crazy? You could’ve been hurt!” You thrash and try to bite at him, causing Bokuto to backhand you across the face, “Now look what you made me do! If you’d been good, I wouldn’t have had to do that!”

To be completely honest, you’re in shock. Bokuto has never raised a hand at you, and that slap wasn’t a warning tap. No, that was him using a good majority of his strength, causing your cheek to throb painfully.

You continue to thrash and curse after freezing for a moment, drawing the eyes of concerned coworkers, “Let go of me! What the fuck is wrong with you? Put me down!” You try to kick him in the junk, only to kick him on the inside of his thigh. In retaliation, he backhands you again, this time on the other cheek. Gasps and whispers are heard from those around you, drawing the large hucow’s eyes.

“There’s nothing to see here, guys! Just my mate making a scene,” He shakes you a bit to shut you up, causing you to become disoriented. The farmhands and other hybrids look like they’re about to step in, only for Ushijima himself to show up.

“What Bokuto said is correct,” His harsh gaze is on you, his hand gripping his dick, “She’s just making a scene. Let them through.”

They reluctantly go back to their business, as Koutarou guns it to the empty bull barn. Ushijima only watches as you’re dragged to the large building, as tears drip down your face in fear, and his fist at his side clenches in fury.

Stomping into the barn, Bokuto makes quick work of getting to his stall. Once inside, he tosses you on the hay mattress, and straddles your waist. With pawing hands, he rips your t-shirt and jeans off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear, along with your boots and socks. Yanking off your boots, be tossed them out of his ‘room,’ as you try to throw punches at his muscular chest. He grunts, but doesn’t stop.

With beefy fingers, he yanks off your bra, ripping it in two. Your tits jiggle at his harsh movements, making him lick his lips in enjoyment. He then rips off your cotton panties, exposing your cunny to his hungry eyes.

“You’re beautiful, pretty-pretty. I can’t wait to see you stuffed with my calves,” You shake your head no rapidly, pushing his hands away from where they rest on your hips.

“No! Stop it, Bokuto! I thought we were friends!” He tightens his grip on your pelvis, forcing your legs open.

“That’s Not my name, (Nickname), you know that. Now, you know that I’m way more than just your friend-I’m your mate, and you know that I’ll provide for you and our calves,” With grubby fingers, he rubs at your clit, trying to draw a good reaction from you.

You squirm in response, trying to wriggle out of his one handed grip. You shove at his chest, but he remains unmoved, choosing to press down harder than before, “Stop it! Let me go!”

He inserts his middle finger into your moist cunny, forcing it in and out. You try to kick him in the head only for him to catch your leg with the hand that previously held your hip, “If you wanted me to eat you out that bad, you should’ve just said so, pretty girl,” Before you can refuse, he throws your legs over his shoulders, and dives in.

His long tongue fucks in and out of your hole, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit. A loud whine escapes your throat before you can stop it, making you feel a wave of disgust for yourself. Bokuto shouldn’t be making you feel good, he’s assaulting you, after all.

But, when his tongue brushed against your g-spot, you can’t help but convulse in pleasure. Thighs quaking, you try to stop yourself from cumming.

“St-stop! I’m, I’m gonna-“ He stops before you can cum, instead, pushing your hips down to where his cock lays against his abs. Forcing the bulbous head against your tiny hole, he pushes harshly, trying to fuck into you like an animal, “No! No! You’re too big! You’re going to tear my-“ With one powerful thrust, he forces his way inside, and you can’t help but scream.

Tears drip down your face at the feeling, your pussy feeling like it’s been ripped open. Bokuto grabs your head, and forces it against his chest, practically making you take one of his pink nipples into your mouth. You’re immediately met with the taste of his vanilla milk, drinking it up as the hucow starts to buck into you at a lightning fast pace.

Your teeth bite down on his nipple, but instead of being angry, he just moans in lust, “Yes! Yes, pretty girl, you’re taking me so well!”

His hand that isn’t cradling your head goes to your tummy, feeling his huge length moving underneath your skin. He presses down a bit, causing another wanton moan to leave to both of you. With this thought in mind, he picks up the pace, practically fucking you into unconsciousness.

Eyes rolling back, your ruined cunny gushed pathetically, coating you and the bull with your juices, “(Nickname), you’re so pretty when you cum,” He continues his breakneck pace, getting close to orgasm himself, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, that you’ll be dripping with my fun for days! Your little womb will be bloated with my fertile cum!”

You try to speak, but you can’t, just continuing to suck his yummy milk from his teat. Walls fluttering with another orgasm, you feel yourself clamping down on his enormous cock.

With one last mighty thrust, he seats himself fully inside of you, cumming directly against your unprotected cervix. A muffled scream erupts from your chest, as you feel your womb expand with copious amounts of beeile cum. Releasing his nipple, you throw your head back, a loud cry echoes throughout the barn, as you squirt once more around his cock.

Now completely filled to the brim, you pass out from the trauma. Entirely exhausted, Koutarou grins down at your bloated form. He rubs your tummy like a Buddha statue, kissing it tenderly.

“You’ll be a good Mommy, I’m sure of it,” he then trails his hand up your abdomen, groping your right tit, “You’ll look so pretty all milky and filled with my calves.”

The sound of a throat clearing gains Bokuto’s attention, as he practically throws his naked body over yours. A loud ‘moo’ of warning escapes his chest, even when he notices that the person is just Ushijima.

“I see that she mates with you well,” His eyes trail over your sleeping face, not straying downwards, “I hope this means that you’ll enter more shows.”

Bo smiles, “Yes. Now I need to show off, so my mate thinks I’m an eligible male.”

Nodding, Ushijima turns on his heal, making his way to leave the barn, “I hope your children take after you in strength. (Your Name) is a lot prettier than you are, so maybe they’ll be pleasing to the eye as well.”

Snorting, the grey haired man’s ears twitch, jingling throughout the room, “You bet she is. She’s perfect.”

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espressokiri · 3 years

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Hi there. Another Muslimah here.

Hope you don't mind me sending you an ask. I read your fic about the BNHA boys with a muslim s/o. It was really good. I loved it so much. (There aren't many fics like this, which is a shame cause we like fanfics too. So this was very refreshing. Thank you.💚😉)

Could you do one for the Haikyuu boys, specifically Tsukishima, Kuroo, Sugawara, and Bokuto. But only if you want to, of course.

Hope you have a great and productive day.

Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, and Bokuto Koutarou x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: You're welcome to send asks anytime <3 I may be slow at getting through them but I will make sure to get them out! Thank you for being so sweet anon <3 I hope you enjoy this one! ^^ I’m sorry if it seems bland as I was slowly losing ideas.

Tsukishima Kei

His eyes would constantly drift to you during class hours, lips twitching into a smile as he would watch you struggle with the assignment sheet given during history class.

Would take that as a leeway to make conversation and help you out.

"Tsk, can't even do a simple history assignment?"

Just sits down next to you and points out what you did wrong while helping you out.

Flinches his hand away and mutters a sorry if your hands accidentally graze each others.

He knows how strict the dating rules were and he admired it, thinking it was a safe way to keep them away from harm and heartbreak.

Becomes your unofficial tutor just to spend more time with you.

Has the urge to flick your forehead most times when you purposely tease him.

Is worried when he sees you zoning out in the middle of class during Ramadan, you have to convince him you're fine and that you're getting your studying done despite the odd sleep schedule you've created.

He'll give you a small box of his favourite treat, strawberry short cake, randomly throughout Ramadan because he knows you crave more sweets during the days you fast than regular days.

He calls you a masochist when he finds you watching cooking/baking videos while fasting.

Will stop by your house to drop off pastries during Eid for you and your family because he wants to peak at you all dressed up as he's only seen you in your school uniform or in casual but modest fashion.

He feels a sense of security, enjoying the aspect of getting to know someone with no sense of rush.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He's such an awkward nerd please.

Wants to approach you but fears he might accidentally offend you due to his provocative nature, hence resorts to staring at you from across the room.

Would research more about your religion and would use that as a way to start small talk;

“Hey, uh, I was wondering how do you manage to pray Zuhr when you’re in school? Isn’t it bad that you have to miss it?”

“Oh uh, I usually run home as soon as I can or pray in my club room if there are meetings, my club members are very understanding.”

“Oh... I see.”

“That’s pretty cool of you to be concerned, Kuroo-san.”

Cue him asking you random but wholesome questions with genuine curiosity.

“Did you know men who oppress women are considered to not follow Islam? I find that really nice that women are equal to men in your religion!”

You smile at him and his interest in your religion.

Study sessions in the library because you both wanted to spend time with each other but he knows it is wrong for a male to be alone in the same room as the opposite gender so you both opted for the library where there are lots of people.

Gasps and immediately looks away when you unravel the scarf around your head to fix;

“Y/n! You can’t do that!!”

“I’m wearing an underscarf calm down.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic male but smiled at his respectful nature.

Ramadan? Catch him ruining his sleep schedule just to have movie nights with you through the phone and Netflix Party.

Kenma teases him about it because Kuroo used to yell at him about his own staying up late gaming obsession.

Likes it when you wear a cap on top of your hijab, he thinks it looks cool on you.

He’ll convince you to skip school during Eid if it falls on a school day, telling you that it’s important that you spend at least the first day of it with your family.

Overall, he’s the type to keep up with the Islamic calendar and learn new facts daily as he asks you to explain each and everything about your religion and lifestyle.

Sugawara Koushi

See’s you for the first time with Kiyoko when he went to excuse her from class for managerial duties.

Smitten from first sight.

Begs Kiyoko to let you be her assistant manager.

He keeps a distance from you during your first introduction and conversation because he didn’t know what you were comfortable with.

He was in awe to find out there were sports hijab when he saw you sporting one to play a short game with an over-enthusiastic Hinata.

“Here, stay hydrated.”

Hands you a bottle of water along with a towel, a newfound respect for playing in hot weather conditions fully covered.

Due to the chaotic nature of the first and second years, Sugawara would run to cover your eyes with his jacket or hover his hands in front of your face whenever Tanaka would rip off his shirt to swing around whenever he spiked.

Sugawara had to stop himself multiple times from clapping his hand onto your shoulder, resulting in him just smacking either Asahi or Daichi when they mention him almost touching you.

Outings between you two is always monitored by the third years, Asahi smiling proudly at his friend Suga while Daichi and Kiyoko would sneakily take candid pictures of you both.

“What’s one verse you hold dear to your heart?”

You look at him from the warm mug of drink you are holding, tilting your head as you look at him in confusion. Sugawara felt the tips of his ears go red at the cute expression you held, and explains his question.

“Ah,” you thought long and hard before giving him an answer, “ ‘Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear...’ I find that part of the verse very reassuring in times when I feel like I’m overwhelmed.”

Sugawara held onto every word, finding the beauty behind those words, he felt at peace. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles.

It felt like he was more excited than you for Ramadan.

He would read out loud the Japanese translation of the Quran after you read out the Arabic words in a beautiful and soothing voice. He wanted to understand and learn.

He was hooked onto the peaceful energy the month brought despite life going on normally.

This man would wear a formal Kimono when your family invites his over for Eid, he wanted to make the best impression despite already meeting them in passing.

Suga had a sense of security and comfort around him and you felt lucky to have met someone such as him.

Bokuto Koutarou

Oh God.

Akaashi had a field day trying to stop him from initiating any and every kind of physical affection when he first introduced you to him.

Bokuto is a man who expresses himself with affection, so he was lucky for Akaashi to explain to him why he shouldn’t initiate any physical affection without asking for what you considered crossing a boundary.

He knows he can’t drag you to the gym to watch him play volleyball by hand, so he asks you to hold onto the end of a pen, which you took, confused as to what the male exactly wants before realizing he was holding the other end and using that to drag you to where the gym was.

It was oddly endearing.

“Did you see my spike, Y/n?! Didya see?!”

“Yes, Bokuto. It was really cool!”

Cue a chest puffed up Bokuto who grinned with pride.

Invites you to eat lunch with him and Akaashi on the roof.

Having to refuse his food because you weren’t sure if there was pork in it or not.

This made Bokuto stop bringing in food that contained pork, not knowing even aside from that, he had to have the halal form of chicken or beef.

Akaashi had to explain everything to him when he asked him once.

Tried to go vegetarian one day, failed the minute he took a bite out of his food.

Feels bad when he eats on days you are fasting, so he tries finishing the meal before you come up to their usual meeting spot, resulting in him giving himself a stomach ache.

Brings you tuna filled onigiri to take home so you can eat it as a snack during the night after breaking your fast.

Sends you spam messages minutes before having to break your fast;

‘Are you excited to eat?!?!?!’

‘What are you having today?!?’

‘If you want to get any snacks later let me know! :D’

‘ONE MINUTE LEFT!!’

He’s so wholesome please.

Wants to skip school with you for Eid, but pouts when you tell him you’ll be spending it with family.

Asks you to send an OOTD pic so he could be your hype-man.

Bokuto is always willing to understand more about you and your religion, making sure to note things in his head for future references.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #sugawara fluff #haikyuu scenarios #sugawara scenario #sugawara koshi imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #sugawara x reader #bokuto fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #kuroo imagine #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years

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Top Male Reader x Male Characters

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g6ge9r

by animoonie

this book is for all the male readers out there and where I'll be posting my works.

Words: 76, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Amajiki Tamaki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Armin Arlert, Kamado Tanjirou, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke, Shinazugawa Genya, Yushiro (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Kibutsuji Muzan, Tomioka Giyuu, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tokitou Muichirou, Kaburamaru | Iguro Obanai's Snake, Kaneki Ken | Sasaki Haise, Nagachika Hideyoshi, Urie Kuki, Kirishima Ayato, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Haiba Lev, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Kunimi Akira, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Semi Eita, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Kita Shinsuke, Kamitani Hayato, Kashima Ryuuichi, Toono Takashi, Kashima Yuu (Yarichin Bitch Club), Akemi Keiichi, Yaguchi Kyousuke, Shikatani Itsuki, Itome Koushirou, Yuri Ayato, Tamura Yui, Fujisaki Tooru, Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Logan (X-Men), Stephen Strange, Iida Tenya, Inumaki Toge, Genos (One-Punch Man), Sonic (One-Punch Man), Saitama (One-Punch Man)

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Todoroki Shouto/Reader, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Kirishima Eijirou/Reader, Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Reader, Iida Tenya/Reader, Amajiki Tamaki/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Reader, Eren Yeager/Reader, Levi Ackerman & Reader, Armin Arlert/Reader, Jean Kirstein/Reader, Connie Springer/Reader, Kamado Tanjirou/Reader, Agatsuma Zenitsu/Reader, Tomioka Giyuu/Reader, Hashibira Inosuke/Reader, Kibutsuji Muzan/Original Character(s), Shinazugawa Sanemi/Reader, Shinazugawa Genya & Reader, Rengoku Kyoujurou/Reader, Kaneki Ken | Sasaki Haise/Reader, Urie Kuki/Reader, Nagachika Hideyoshi/Reader, Kirishima Ayato/Reader, Hinata Shouyou/Reader, Kageyama Tobio/Reader, Tsukishima Kei/Reader, Yamaguchi Tadashi/Reader, Sawamura Daichi/Reader, Sugawara Koushi/Reader, Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Reader, Azumane Asahi/Reader, Nishinoya Yuu/Reader, Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader, Matsukawa Issei/Reader, Hanamaki Takahiro/Reader, Kunimi Akira/Reader, Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader, Kozume Kenma/Reader, Haiba Lev/Reader, Bokuto Koutarou/Reader, Akaashi Keiji/Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Reader, Semi Eita/Reader, Miya Osamu/Reader, Miya Atsumu/Reader, Suna Rintarou & Reader, Kita Shinsuke/Reader, Inumaki Toge & Reader, Gojo Satoru/Reader, Itadori Yuuji/Reader, Fushiguro Megumi/Reader, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna/Reader, Nanami Kento/You, Tony Stark/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Yuri Ayato/Reader, Tamura Yui/Reader, Saitama (One-Punch Man)/Reader, Genos (One-Punch Man)/Reader, Sonic (One-Punch Man)/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Reaction, Reader-Insert, Smut, Slow To Update, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g6ge9r

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Unpredictable

Pairing: Bokuto x reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Toxic Relationship, Violence, Non-con, Dub-con

Summary: You know his mood swings aren’t normal, aren’t healthy, but when he holds you like you’re the most precious person in his life, when he lavishes you with more love than you’ve ever felt before, it’s easy to forget the negatives.

Requested by Anon

You recline on the futon your husband had left on the cold basement floor as you look boredly at the pipes on the ceiling. Shivering, you pull your blankets higher up over you until only your face is peeking out and you silently curse yourself for getting stuck in this position again. Bokuto had just been so needy and you were busy! You had been in the middle of cooking dinner when your husband had slipped his arms around your waist and started peppering your face with kisses. At first, finding it endearing you had just giggled, but when he kept on going for ten minutes, you had turned your face away and gently nudged him away as you tried to ladle out the food onto plates. Bokuto did not take that well.

You realized your mistake when he practically wilted besides you. His arms went limp, he started to pout, and tears began welling in his eyes. You frantically turned off the stove and tried to reach for him, to console him, but he just stepped away from you and started crying about how you didn’t love him. Did you ever love him? You must hate him. The moping tirade went on and on and you cringed when the line you had been trying to get him to avoid saying comes out.

“Go to the basement. I don’t want to see you for a while.”

You released a deep sigh as you brought a plate of food and a cup of water with you before trudging down the stairs. You know better than to try and resist or convince him otherwise. An angsty Bokuto is better than an angry Bokuto, so you decided to just settle down in your cold cell until his temper evened out. His mood changes so fast you know it won’t be long before he lets you out.

Sure enough, barely a few hours pass when you hear the basement door open and energetic steps bound towards you. You sit up only to be playfully tackled back down and you lace your arms around Bokuto as he embraces you in a giant bear hug and nuzzles his face in your neck. He enthusiastically kisses every inch of your face again, but you know better now and you just lie there and affectionately ruffle his hair until he’s done. You let yourself be dragged by the taller male and rearranged until you’re both lying on your sides on the couch, Bokuto acting as a big spoon, while you curl into him with your back against his chest. You chat about how your days were. He raves about how delicious dinner was. One of his hands plays with your hair, while his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you snugly against him. These are the moments you cherish. You know his mood swings aren’t normal, aren’t healthy, but when he holds you like you’re the most precious person in his life, when he lavishes you with more love than you’ve ever felt before, it’s easy to forget the negatives.

You slowly feel yourself drifting asleep the longer the two of you recline, but suddenly something hard insistently presses into your back. Sleepily, you turn to look at Bokuto and are met with golden eyes intensely staring at you. He swoops in for a hungry kiss and you moan as you instinctively lean in, but you break it off with a yawn. He starts to nip and suck down your neck, hands beginning to pull at the hem of your shirt, but you whine and place your hands over his. “Koutarou, I’m tired. Can we just go to sleep? I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I promise.” You close your eyes again ready to finally drift off when you’re jolted awake by your clothes being ripped off of you. You try to blink the drowsiness from your eyes as you frantically flail in an attempt to stop him, but Bokuto’s so much stronger than you, it’s not even a fair fight.

Your face pales when you finally look at your husband’s face and see his features hardened with anger. You try to appease him, tell him you were just kidding, of course you wanted to have sex with him, but it’s too late. He manhandles you until you’re face down on the couch, your ass perfectly placed in his lap, the rest of your body sprawled out. You barely have a chance to catch your breath when a howl echoes throughout the room. You don’t even register that it’s your own voice as a lancing pain spreads throughout your body. Bokuto rains down hit after hit, not holding back in the slightest. He uses the same strength he’d use in any professional volleyball match. There’s nothing sensual about this. He doesn’t care how much it hurts you. He doesn’t care how hard you cry. He doesn’t care how many times you tell him to stop. This is about him taking out his anger on you. This is about him showing you how much it hurts him when you reject him.

You let out a body wracking sob when it finally stops and you don’t know if you’re crying in relief or pain. Probably both. You gingerly try to push yourself up, careful to not move your bottom unnecessarily, but you screech when hands roughly grasp your bruised cheeks and you collapse back down from the searing pain. You wail as Bokuto shoves his length inside you, not bothering to take the time to let you adjust before starting a brutal pace. It burns as his palms continuously knead your still extremely tender and bruised skin. It burns as his large shaft forcefully stretches you open. But you’re still aching from your punishment and you know from the way he’s pounding into you that Bokuto is still being fueled by rage, so you just dig your nails into the couch and try to relax your body as much as you can.

Maybe it’s survival instinct. Maybe it’s your body adapting to the years of sexual activities with the man on top of you. But your broken cries soon turn into moans as your walls loosen enough that the uncomfortable stretch turns into intoxicating pleasure. Seeing you writhe beneath him, seeing you feeling good because of him dissipates the remaining embers of fury in Bokuto and he smiles as he adjusts his angle until he’s hitting the spot inside of you that he knows will have you hurtling towards the edge. His fingers sneak under your body to furiously rub your clit and you open your mouth in a silent scream as you fall apart beneath him. You moan as he continues to thrust in and out of you, chasing his own end, but he’s already so close from the beautiful sight of you climaxing that it only takes a few sharp snaps before he’s sinking one last time inside of you and spilling hot liquid into your quivering hole.

Bokuto’s careful when he moves you, making sure to keep your pain to a minimum, and soon he has you lying on top of him, chest against chest as he rubs soothing circles into your lower back. The pain is still agonizing and you’re completely drained emotionally, mentally, and physically from trying to keep up with all aspects of your husband’s unpredictable mood swings. But as you lay there, wrapped in his warmth and scent, enveloped by his sweet words of how much he loves you, you blissfully fall asleep with a smile on your face.

#haikyuu yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto #haikyuu fic #haikyuu #haikyuu writing #haikyuu imagines #tw: noncon

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goldentsum · 4 years

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━ the bitterness of falling in love

PAIRING: bokuto x reader

GENRE: angst, smut

SUMMARY: 𝙗𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪 is someone who wears his heart on his sleeves and someone who loves too much even if the other person doesn’t deserves it. when he falls in love with the infamous l/n y/n who’s known to leave people crying, he took his chance and put his heart on the line.

ALTERNATIVE SUMMARY: “hearts are made to be broken, kou.” “if it is then i wouldn’t mind, (y/n). it’s okay if you break my heart.”

WORDCOUNT: 4.6k

TAGS: toxic behavior, smut, angst, fuck buddies, obsessive themes, manipulative tendencies, praising, sub-ish! bokuto, asshole! reader, riding, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving with a little of male receiving too), bokuto loves you too much...

WARNING: do not proceed if you are easily triggered. do not romanticize this behavior. this type of relationship is toxic and should not be viewed as normal. also, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this turned long tf? okay... sinful and messy with angst just how we like it huee~ i hope you liked this fuck-girl spin off~ <3

Bokuto knows that he shouldn’t love too much, he knows but he can’t really help it. He just pours so much emotion to everything he does and it’s both his strength and weakness. People can take advantage of that, he knows. Bokuto may wear his heart on his sleeves but he’s not an idiot as much as people like to think and just he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind that people can take advantage of him, he just wants to share his love and emotions with others.

“Bokuto- san, are you getting the hang of the new quick?” Hinata asked, drinking his water as they finished their practice. Bokuto looked at the shorter male, a wide toothy grin on his face, and huffed his chest in confidence.

“Of course, Hinata! I’m Bokuto Koutarou, your senpai, after all!” He boasted while Atsumu and Sakusa watched the scene in the corner.

“Geez, talk about ego.” Atsumu commented, wiping his sweat off. Sakusa scoffed at Atsumu’s words and walked away but not without saying, “You’re one to talk, Miya.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean, Omi!”

Bokuto and Hinata watched Atsumu chase after Sakusa with his sweaty small face towel while the latter cringed in disgust. Bokuto then ignored them, turning to Hinata with a grin.

“Neh, Hinata~ Tell coach I’ll go on first, okay~ I have to meet up with someone,” Bokuto said, a small tint of blush on his face. Hinata looked at him for a moment with confusion but nodded. Once the shorter male responded, Bokuto thanked him and raced to his things, packing up and went straight for the door with a loud goodbye.

“What’s wrong with ‘im?” Atsumu asked, stopping next to Hinata and draped an arm on the shorter male’s head.

“I don’t know but Bokuto-san looks happy”

Bokuto hurried his way to his girlfriend’s apartment, oh he meant his friend with benefits... He doesn’t like this arrangement, not one bit. but if this is the only way he can be close to you then he’ll take it. He’ll take any chances just to be close to you even if it means that he’ll end up hurting.

The tall sweaty male was breathing heavily when he arrived at your apartment but his smile was unwavering, happy that after these past few days he could be with you again.

Bokuto raised his hand to ring your doorbell but the door suddenly opened, surprising him. His smile slowly dropped when he saw that it wasn’t you but an unknown male exiting your apartment.

“Oh, sorry dude.” The unknown male muttered then walked on his way out, letting Bokuto hold the door open. Wide golden eyes trained on the unknown male, observing him. He had curly brown hair, pale-ish skin, tall and lanky with a black outfit on. He was the complete opposite of Bokuto.

Bokuto ignored the voices in his head, trying to shake off the negative thoughts that started to corrupt his mind. His whole cheerful mood slowly diminished, he lowered his head while his thoughts ran like crazy. But he ignored it, he cleared his throat and widened his wobbly smile, picking his head back.

He walked in your apartment, calling out to you. “(Y/n)? I’m here! Are you still up for some food or did you change your mind?”

You yawned and went to your kitchen where you saw Bokuto in your hallway, removing his shoes with his usual smile. Your mind started working again and your brows furrowed in thought, rubbing your nape

“Oh shit... That was today?” You muttered, your fingers pinching your nose bridge in slight annoyance. Bokuto’s smile faltered, his once shining eyes began to dim, but once again he covered it up.

“It’s okay, (Y/n)-chan! We can reschedule if you want!” He suggested, stopping his movements to remove his other shoe. Bokuto straightened up when you looked over to him and he showed you his grin as if telling you it is alright.

You sighed and shook your head, “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll change.” You answered after a while. Your tone was cold and it was as if you were gonna do something you didn’t want to do but was roped into. Your disinterested figure disappeared into your bedroom, leaving Bokuto alone.

Bokuto finished removing his other shoe in silence, his teeth biting his lower lip. He left like shit. Like some trash to make someone act like hanging out with him was a chore and like he was wasting their time. If it was anyone else, they can shove their opinion about him up their ass but yours was something far more valuable than anything in the world.

He finished removing his shoes and walked in your kitchen, grabbing a glass to fill it up with water. He even forgot to change his clothes and fill his water bottle because of how fast he raced to you.

“(Y/n), can I change my clothes in your bathroom?” Bokuto asked, going through his bag after he drank water and put the glass in your sink.

“Yeah whatever” He heard your quiet response in your bedroom. He pursed his lips and went to the bathroom to change. The bathroom smelt like you. Your shampoo and body-wash filled the small room. Bokuto smiled at the familiar scent and started changing his clothes.

When he finished, he looked in the mirror. Bokuto observed himself. Now, he wasn’t one to be cocky but people always said that he was handsome and the ‘perfect’ man or whatever that meant but why? Why don’t you think that-?

He tried everything just to catch your attention but nothing got you. He tried to mold himself into your ideal type from what he heard about you. He changed his wardrobe, his hair (once), and even his personality a bit. When you told him that you hate childish people who whine about things, he suppressed everything in him to not be whiny and annoy you. Bokuto wanted to be mature for you. Just for you.

“Oy, Koutarou. Why are you taking so long? You died in there or something?” Your voice was a bit muffled on the other side of the door. Bokuto snapped out of his train of thoughts and smiled at the door.

“’Course not! You wouldn’t get rid of me that easily, (Y/n)!” He said, going out of the bathroom and stood face to face with you. You looked at Bokuto from head to toe and nodded in approval with a small smile.

“You clean up nice, Kou”

Bokuto beamed at the compliment also noticing that your mood had gotten better than before. He giggled softly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzled his face on top of your head.

“I’m glad... It’s all for you...” He whispered lovingly. Bokuto felt you tense a bit and you started to move away from him. He pouted at that but released you, knowing that it might dampen your mood again if he became clingy right now.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s go then, lover boy.” You said, clearing your throat as you dismissed his words. Bokuto smiled sadly at you and you felt his eyes on you but you didn’t look at him, going to the door to wear your shoes with Bokuto following you like a lost puppy.

He sighed a bit, his small disheartened smile on his lips while he followed your actions.

This is okay... I’m happy just to be with her...

Bokuto’s and your ‘relationship’ continued with the former reminding himself that the situation can’t get better and that is his only shot with you. It was okay that he was hurting, at least he can be with the one he loves, right?

Though his mood was noticeable, the Black Jackals saw that there was something wrong going on. His fake smile was getting too easy to read, his shaky smile present in his face as he tried to put on his usual dazzling smile. Eyebags surround his exhausted golden eyes. Bokuto was slowly losing sleep with all his thoughts these past few days.

“Bokuto-san? A-Are you okay?” Hinata quietly asked the dazed male who looked at empty space. Bokuto looked at him with a tight weary smile and nodded, “Y-Yeah... I’m just tired, Hinata”

“I think you should get some sleep, Bokuto-san...” Bokuto chuckled a bit at the younger’s words and nodded once again, “I will after practice don’t worry”

he lied

Bokuto slept for about 30 minutes but woke up after a dreamless sleep. He groaned when he looked at the clock, the ticking was getting on his nerves.

3 am

And then a small ding came, his tired eyes widened in eagerness and a grin crept up on his face as he opened the text.

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 (𝐲/𝐧) 🥺

If it was 3 am then maybe you would text him again for him to come over. This was your usual time where you ring his cell up, even though he was dead tired, the thought of you hitting him up and telling him that you need him was making his heart flutter. A smile started to fill up his lips unconsciously.

Bokuto got his phone and scrolled through his inbox, checking if you texted him already. He refreshed continuously as if it would make your awaited text come faster.

[₃:₂₁ ₐₘ]: 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘬𝘰𝘶. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥

Your text message was fucking dry as ever but did Bokuto cared? no. He only cared that you texted him after another week without any trace of you. He was just happy that you finally texted him after a while, emotions clouding his judgement once again.

Bokuto sat up and texted you back quickly, confirming that he will go to you asap. After that, he threw his phone on the bed and freshened up. Going to his closet, he picked a black tee and jeans and sprayed a bit of cologne that he knows you liked. He got his phone, keys, and wallet and he was off to you. A lovesick smile on his face.

He arrived at your apartment in a jiffy, excited to see you, and rang your doorbell. Bouncing a bit on his feet while he waited for you. When the door opened, he saw wearing a short bodycon black sweater exposing your legs and neck with a bit of your collarbones.

“Well, that was fast. A new record, Kou” You teased with a small smirk. Bokuto became putty at the sound of your voice and seeing you in front of him after loathing in self-pity and depreciating, it was like an elephant removed one of its feet on his chest.

Bokuto missed you so much and you’re so gorgeous, it hurts him. He just couldn’t control himself as he gulped, waking closer to you and hugged you tight in his chest, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. your sweet scent made his head dizzy, letting you and your scent engulf his whole being.

“I missed you so much, (Y/n)... You don’t know how much I miss you” He muttered on top of your head as he walked you two in the apartment while his one hand closed the door. Bokuto hurriedly removed his shoes with his feet and pressed you against the wall. He started to kiss up and down your throat, teeth grazing the soft skin on your neck. Your cold hands went up to his messy hair, nails scratching his scalp sending shivers down his spine while you disregard his words.

“You drive me crazy, (Y/n)...” Bokuto continued, now against your neck, body pressed against yours. The feeling of the cold wall on your back and Bokuto’s warm body was slowly getting to you. You raised your leg up to his hip and pulled him closer to you. You felt his semi hard-on through his jeans as Bokuto pressed himself in your heat, slowly grinding up to you.

“Shit, Kou... You feel so good” You let your lips touch his ear, your hot breath against the sensitive skin. Bokuto whined a bit at your teasing, your hands descending to feel his muscular chest, nails trailing on his clothed chest.

He leaned away from your bruised neck to look at you, wild dilated eyes staring straight into you. You smirked up at him, fluttering your lashes so prettily and hooked your finger in his belt hoops, pulling him again to you. The action made your pressed groins to have some friction.

Bokuto's eyes fluttered shut and lips parted slightly at the small pleasure, you smirked at his reaction. His reaction will always be your favorite. He was just too easy to play with, just a wag of your finger, he's gonna be looking at you with utmost admiration like a loyal mutt and that’s why you kept him longer than most of your other arrangements.

You captured his lips in a hot kiss, your tongue going inside his mouth without permission though the small thrust of his hips indicated that he’s not really complaining. His warm hands went to your thighs, gripping you in a tight hold and carried you with ease, letting you wrap your thighs around his hips. Your arms wrapping around his neck, tongue working in a frenzy motion, wet, sloppy, and messy. so messy.

Bokuto carried you to the bedroom, careful of his movement to not bump into any furniture. He laid you down in the plush bed, muscular body covering yours. His hands wandered and went in your sweater, caressing your upper thighs.

You released his lips, looking at him. Lips, red and swollen and so wet. Half-lidded dark golden eyes staring at you, switching from your eyes to your red lips. Despite the tense sexual atmosphere around you two, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek which surprised you.

You looked at him with confusion but Bokuto only smiled at you and then proceeded to kiss down your throat, to your collarbones and then knelt on the floor.

Bokuto kissed your plush thighs lovingly, hands moving to let your legs so he can rest it on his shoulders. Your eyes met when he looked up at you, he once again smiled at you.

“I’ll take care of you, (y/n)” He said tenderly, a sweet smile on his lips. Rough hands pushed your sweater up, bunching it up on your upper stomach. Golden eyes admired the sight in front of him. Soft skin presented to him, cute and soft thighs loosely wrapped around his head and your pussy covered by a pair of dainty red panties.

Bokuto reached up, caressing your covered pussy with the back of his fingers and felt the wet cloth on his skin. A small curse escaped him when he saw you sighed and your eyes fluttered close. He moved closer to your cunt, feeling your heat. His tongue peaked out and licked a long stripe on your covered cunt, dampening your panties with his saliva and your essence. He continued to lick you through the thin cloth. With his tongue pointy, he circled your clit gently. Your hand went straight to his hair, pulling him closer to you.

The two-toned haired male sucked you through your panties, tasting you a bit. Releasing your clothed cunt, he looked at the darkened patch on your underwear, courtesy of his spit and your wetness.

Impatiently, he removed your panties and quickly settled back in his position after helping you remove it. He looked at your pussy, admiring it, licking his lips, wanting to eat you more than ever. You sighed impatiently when nothing happened for a moment.

“Koutarou just fucking eat me out already” You groaned, grumpy, and jerked your hips to get him to start. Bokuto smiled at your actions and flattened his tongue, tasting you fully. He moaned at your taste and like a starved man, he ate you out like you’re his last meal.

Tongue flicked your clit so expertly making your thighs slightly closed instinctively around his head but that only encouraged Bokuto, who now started to eat you out more aggressively. Your breath quickened at his actions, grinding on his tongue as it rubbed your bundle of nerves. He then inserted his tongue in you, thrusting and licking your velvety walls.

He released his grip from your thighs as one hand went to fondle puffy your clit while his tongue fucked into you. His tongue slick in your warmth and you pressed your pussy on his tongue to get him deeper. Pushing his face closer, you could feel him nudging you faster to your climax. With steady thrusting of his tongue and the rough rubs he gave your clit, your orgasm washed over you.

“F-Fuck--!”

You started to jerk into his hold, moaning loudly and grinding your heat in his mouth. Bokuto lets you ride your high, licking you up happily and slurping up your juice. The wet noises so lewd and erotic in the the quiet room.

His other hand went south to palm his hard cock. Noticing this, you stopped his movements which confused Bokuto. He leaned away from your pussy, mouth dripping with your juice and his spit and his breath heavy from all the excitement.

“W-What’s wrong, baby?”

You ignored his words and pulled him up, laying him in the bed, sitting on top of his groin. Bokuto gasped in surprise at your action while you hissed at the sensitivity that coursed through your body but that didn’t stop you. The male also makes no movements to stop you, ready to satisfy you and wanting nothing more than to gain your praises. Whatever you want, he would deliver with no error.

Lust filled eyes followed your figure as you copied his movements earlier, settling between his thick thighs. You unbuttoned his jeans, sliding it off roughly while Bokuto watched you, biting his lip, his body jerking at your rough actions.

Once you got the pesky pants off his body, you admired the thick outline of his hard cock in his boxers. You let your hand drift and started rubbing him through the cloth. Bokuto closed his eyes at the pleasure, his dick was so hard that it really hurts and your soft touch was making him light-headed.

Pulling his boxers off, his dick was fully exposed and was standing tall against his stomach, a large vein running down his length and his head flushed red and was leaking so much precum. You leaned closer and put small kitty licks on the engorged head of his cock, tasting him. Bokuto gulped at the sight of you, red hot blush on his cheeks. You looked so beautiful like this.

“Baby.. Please fuck me..” He panted out, breathing heavily. You smirked up at him, eyes locking. “Since you asked so nicely, how can I deny you, Kou~” You purred, crawling up to take a seat on top of him once again, your pussy rubbing against his hard cock.

“Shit, you feel so good-” Bokuto muttered, warm hands going to your hips, holding you tight. Your own hands hastily took off his tee, wanting to see his muscular chest.

“You look so sexy like this, Kou” You praised, kissing on one of his pecs while you caressed the other, admiring the gorgeous muscles. Bokuto’s lips parted at your praises, hips grinding up at your wet cunt.

You could feel his dick twitching against you making you smile, “You’re really big on praises huh, baby boy?”

“F-Fuck, yes--”

Bokuto’s brows furrowed when you matched his grinding, doubling the pleasure he felt. His grip on your hips tightened, looking at your pussy that was moving against his dick.

“You remembered to bring a condom this time, right Kou?” He freezes at that, looking up with alarmed eyes. You sighed at that, knowing that he forgot again but you were too horny right now and he looks so good under you.

“Fuck it, just fuck me raw baby. I’m on my pill anyway” You muttered, kissing his ear, your tongue traced the shell slowly. Bokuto groaned at your words, feeling really impatient now. He lifted you up a bit to line this dick on your entrance, feeling your wet folds on his sensitive head. Bokuto hid his face on your neck, kissing the bruised skin. He didn’t move after that though, knowing that you were in control right now, not him. You smirked when Bokuto made no other move, mumbling a small praise because he remembered your ‘rules’.

You steadied yourself and slowly sunk down on his thick length, you two moaning in unison at the feeling. You forgot just how big Bokuto was, the sting was always there but god you loved it so much.

Bokuto groans when your wet tight cunt wrapped around him so deliciously. Your soft walls encasing his cock, clenching around him. When he was fully inside you, you winced a bit at the pain and pleasure as his tip nudged your cervix slightly.

Your movements were slow at the beginning, trying to ease the sting but Bokuto didn’t mind and just enjoyed your slow build up, mouth open slightly with his eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration.

Watching his face, you quickened your pace when the sudden pleasure hit you, shivers running down your spine. The change of pace made Bokuto open his eyes in shock, mouth open into a silent gasp. He let his eyes travel your body, watching you, and one of his hands went up to your breast and thumbed the pebbled nipple.

Your hand covered Bokuto’s and you squeezed your breast, your bouncing never faltering with the male’s other hand supporting you. His fat cock hitting your g-spot perfectly with every bounce you did, your release coming closer than you expected. You chased your pleasure, ignoring Bokuto’s but fuck with the way you were riding him like he was a toy for your own pleasure was getting him closer to his high as well. Your wet pussy sliding on his cock, feeling your tight walls sucking his cock again and again as you ride him.

You let your other hand rest on his chest for leverage, swirling your hips on Bokuto’s dick. Bokuto’s fingers went to your neglected swollen clit, rubbing fast circles making you gasp in surprise and pleasure, looking at him with wide lustful eyes.

“S-Shit, just like that baby... You make me feel so good, Kou--” You whispered, riding him faster and the added clit stimulation Bokuto gave you pushed you off the edge, the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over your entire being for the second time. You moaned his name, praising him again and again which encouraged Bokuto’s actions to speed up even more.

Bokuto groaned when you clenched around his cock tightly and taking your hips in on his hold, thrusting up into you vigorously, chasing his own orgasm and letting you ride your own.

With a few sharp pumps, he spilled his load in you, his cum coated your velvety walls with white ropes. “S-Shit, (Y/n)!” You grabbed his face and placed a hard sloppy kiss on his lips, Bokuto groaning on your lips while his hips still moved frantically to ride his high. Tongue swirling with each other, caressing in a frenzy motion.

When his high slowly died down and his thrust came to a stop, you released him from the kiss and slumped on his chest, tired. Bokuto wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing you in his sweaty body. You groaned in discomfort of the heat and sweat but decided to just let Bokuto be.

Silence surrounded you when your harsh uneven breaths died down, the cold air nipping against your skin. Bokuto runs his hand on your back, drawing circles on your skin.

This only really happened with Bokuto, your other friend with benefits never stayed long in your apartment. You always kicked them out right after sex but you guess, Bokuto was a bit special... but it doesn’t mean that you like him or anything. He was just fun to play with, yeah that’s it.

“(Y/n)? You awake?” Bokuto’s unusual soft voice called out. You hummed against his chest but didn’t pick your head up, feeling lazy and tired.

“Can... Can I ask a question?”

“You already did though.”

Bokuto chuckled nervously at your response making you leaned away a bit to look up at him. His golden eyes shone under your soft fluorescent lamp.

“Why do you-- do you like this type of arrangement?” He finally asked after a while of contemplating. You raised a brow at his question, “Why? Do you have a problem with it? If you have, you can always get-”

Bokuto shook his head frantically, not letting you finish your words, “N-No, that’s not what I meant! Just why in general, of course!”

You hummed once again, scanning his expression before continuing, “Love is shit, that’s why. It’s fake and make people believe in it and when they’re in too deep, it shows it’s real colors and hurt you”

Bokuto’s eyes softened at your words, he never thought about that. Who hurt you this bad that they made you lose faith in love?

“Love is beautiful though. Yes, it might not be perfect but it’s beautiful” Bokuto answered back more softly, tucking a loose strand of your hair on your ear with a loving smile on his face while he admired you.

Your heart slowly beat at his actions, looking at Bokuto with uncertainty but you shook your head, getting rid of your thoughts and scoffed.

“Hearts are made to be broken, Kou”

Bokuto’s eyebrows curled in sadness, eyes soft and the fingers that traced your skin stopped for a moment, “if it is then i wouldn’t mind, (y/n). it’s okay if you break my heart.”

Your heart crumpled in guilt at his selfless words for once and you shook your head in disbelief, chuckling fakely, “You’re an idiot, Kou. Don’t do that to yourself”

The two-tone haired male continued to trace your features with sad eyes, a small bittersweet smile on his face as if he accepted it already, “if it means that I can be with you, I’ll do anything, (y/n).”

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hyunjin-amore · 5 months

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Bokuto x Top male reader

Part 2

🩶 Although Bokuto Koutarou was well-known for his contagious enthusiasm and love of volleyball, he was also no stranger to a passionate love life when it came to private affairs. One evening, he was drawn to a M/N at a nearby bar who exuded confidence and assertiveness. Bokuto felt a surge of adrenaline as he followed the reader out of the pub and into the cool night air, their stares scorching.

🩶 When they got back to the M/N's apartment, Bokuto couldn't help but fall in love with each other again. He ran his hands over the M/N's toned body, and his breath caught as they kissed deeply and passionately. As the M/N's assured hands moved over his body, Bokuto felt himself hardening and shivering.

🩶 Bokuto was soon forced up against the wall, and the M/N's lips found their way to his neck, leaving a path of warm kisses and soft nips behind. Their garments were promptly discarded. As their love intensified, Bokuto's hands held the M/N's shoulders while the M/N's hands roamed over Bokuto's body, making him tremble and yearning for more.

🩶 Bokuto found himself voluntarily caving in to the M/N's demanding touch as they made their way to the bedroom, losing himself in the overpowering feeling of pleasure and need. Bokuto was set on fire by the M/N's confidence, and as they moved together, their bodies burning with unadulterated want, each kiss and touch was like an electric shock, sending waves of exhilaration through them both.

🩶 Bokuto was completely engrossed in the M/N during the height of their desire; their bodies were moving in unison, and their cries of pleasure filled the space as they both achieved new heights of ecstasy. Knowing that their heated encounter had only just begun, Bokuto felt a fresh feeling of adoration and desire for the M/N as they collapsed in a tangled mess of limbs, sated and breathless.

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1-800-imagine · 4 years

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spooky movie hcs

yachi x reader, bokuto x reader, goshiki x reader, aran x reader

✎ warnings: scary movies and jump scares, but nothing explicit.

✎ inside scoop: happy halloween folks!! let’s wrap up the spooky season with some spooky movie headcannons 🎃 i hope everybody had a fun and safe halloween this year!!

✎ disclaimer: please also note that in yachi’s headcannon (and a little bit of bokuto’s) i do allude to henry selick’s coraline and other spooky films, which are obviously not of my work.

YACHI HITOKA:

i don’t see yachi as much of a horror movie goer

it’s the paranoia and the overactive imagination.

in my opinion, the most horror you’d watch with yachi would be tim burton i don’t like him as a person but nightmare before christmas slaps hard or other claymation films.

however, even the characters like other mother can be terrifying

i mean, because they are.

although movie nights weren’t something routine between you and yachi, it was definitely something you could get some getting used to. this time around, yachi went all out for the festivities -- fun treats and pretty decorations arbitrarily placed along the living room.

the two of you are quick to settle into your mini marathon of movies, and you guys have grown quite comfortable with the first film of your selection. however, you may have spoken a little too soon. as you and yachi watch the once “normal” looking woman with button eyes transform into a creature with spider-like features, things begin to roll downhill.

yachi swiftly flips herself over so she could face you, instead of the screen. you pull her closer to yourself as she pulls the fuzzy blanket over her eyes. both of you are enveloped in a sense of warmth and comfort -- contrasting the rather unpleasantness on the screen.

you watch as the creature beyond imagination is locked behind the portal doors. only then do you proceed to shift your gaze back down to yachi, who’s still hidden under her makeshift shield. “it’s over,” you notify her. the blonde uncovers herself from under the blanket. “are you sure?” she interrogates. “would i ever lie to you?” your rhetorical question assures yachi that everything’s going to be alright.

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU:

so here’s the thing about goshiki: he may play the uninterested, “this doesn’t scare me” card, but in reality he’s truly terrified

if you’re the type to get scared watching horror films then he’ll do his best to comfort you

but that plan doesn’t get him very far

and it’s actually quite easy to tell that he’s scared too

as you grow more tired of watching horror films, you begin rest your head on top of goshiki’s chest -- this way you’re able to get a good earshot of his heart rate. though his face may look all stoic, the fast pace of his heartbeat is a dead giveaway that the male is in fact quite scared.

“you’re not scared are you?” you tease, a smirk slowly appearing across your face. “n-no,” he confidently responds, “of course not.” the previous quivering tells you otherwise.

“mhm,” you shrug, “sure.” your somewhat sarcastic words earn a rather confused response from goshiki. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he queries. “oh nothing,” you suppose, “just the fact that you’re not scared of spooky movies.”

a small pause overwhelms him -- it’s even more suspenseful than the film being played in the background. “you’re terrified” you finish your thought. even though the two of you were the only ones occupying the room, goshiki shushes you, “i am not scared,” he denies. “it’s okay ‘tomu,” you assure, “because we can be scared together.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU:

much like yachi, bokuto definitely isn’t a horror guy either

and don’t get me wrong here, but bo is also one to be scared watching tim burton movies i mean there are quite a few scenes that still give me nightmares

especially during “jump” scares

through majority of the movie, he’ll be calmer? but he’s still clinging on to you for dear life

and i touched on this briefly, but the jump scares with him are very chaotic

the ominous creaking of wooden floors plays over what was once “comfortable” silence. as footsteps grow louder and louder, you can feel bokuto clinging onto your side tighter and tighter.

now, bokuto can get quite clingy from time to time; however, it has never reached a point nearly like this one. this time around, you can barely maneuver around in the male’s grasp -- stuck in whatever position you chose to lounge in.

the footsteps continue to race forward, and suddenly an arbitrary figure pops onto the screen. a loud yelp escapes bokuto’s lips. as the male jumps up from his seat up off the couch, yellow and white popcorn kernels fly through the air with him. meanwhile, you do your best to remain calm and shield yourself from all the airborne buttery snacks.

grey and black spikes peak up from behind the couch. “psst. (y/n),” bokuto innocently whispers, “is it over?” you respond with a small nod of your head, followed by an even smaller giggle. the once terrified facial expression that painted the male’s face morphs into a pout. “that wasn’t funny (y/n),” he sulks.

ARAN OJIRO:

supposedly aran is quite the patron of older films like this a canonical thing and i’m honestly living for it.

that being said, i think he’d really enjoy watching some of horror classics

i actually see him as the type to really enjoying these films for their mastery in being so realistic i’m sorry my inner film nerd is starting to show

and sometimes aran may even get too wrapped up in watching a movie

you look up at aran, whose gaze is continued to be locked onto the screen. he’s so focused on what’s playing on the screen -- baring a similar expression to when he plays volleyball. trying not to disturb his viewing, you simply just return your stare back onto the illuminated screen.

a mysterious figure drops from the top of the frame -- completely out of nowhere. it was a basic jump scare, yet it had you frightened. you look back up at aran for comfort, only to see his eyes still fastened onto the film. he’s so entranced -- it’s enlightening, so you let out a chuckle.

the male finally looks down to you, at his side. “what’s so funny?” he whispers. his once focused expression shifts into something more confused. “it’s just that,” you answer, “you’re so entranced by the movie -- it’s cute.” an uncomfortable silence drapes over the two of you; though, it’s nothing to worry about as it is followed by a familiar chuckle.

once more your gaze shifts up to aran, but this time there’s a luminous smile gracing his face -- a smile brighter than the screen his eyes are seemingly glued to.

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kalinawtokilig · 3 years

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180 Turn to You

{Bokuto Koutarou x genderneutral! Reader}

((Do you guys even need the guide?))

Guide :

(Y/N) = Your Name

(C/N) = Crush’s name

((bruh,, do you really need ya crush??? That bih broke ya heart,,, now ya reading anime men,, honestly same))

(((((is this how I write him????? Did I do it right???? I’m not sure how to tag this ending, I’m writing at the top of my head)))))

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It was no surprise to see you at the gymnasium again, the Fukurodani volleyball team were used to seeing you come in. You were always the plug, bringing snacks during their break and sometimes even energy drinks. The managers were always thankful of you dropping in from time to time, cause not only do you help them give out the towels and help refill the bottles, but you somehow held their precious and hyperactive ace on a leash. Besides Akaashi, who had seemed to have a lightbulb go off when Bokuto responded positively and listened to you when things are not going his way, Akaashi threw a meaningful nod, a silent ‘Thank you for being alive to help me with the emotional owl’.

Which you responded, an ‘ok’ gesture, a signal to reply to him, ‘I gotchu bruh’.

But this visit was different. Instead of approaching with your mellow and calm vibes, you appeared with red-rimmed, puffy eyes, glossed with already shed tears and eyes looking heartbroken. You tried your best biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from crying, and you did, as no one even noticed, not looking anyone in the eye for more than five seconds before turning elsewhere to give out the last water bottle.

Like anyone else, Akaashi was known to be observant and perspective, seeing other peoples tells and what they results are. He was good at that. He was also known for being a good friend and wingman. Contrary to belief, Bokuto had noticed your change in demeanor, shoulders slumped a bit and the forced smile he always love seeing on your cute face hadn’t reached the corners of your eyes.

“Akaashi,” The dark-haired male looked to his captain, the ends of his excited hair drooping a bit, “Doesn’t (Y/N) seem...weird?"

Akaashi wiped the sweat from the corner of his brow with the towel you’ve given to him, as he drank his water bottle, his eyes glanced to your figure, standing by the doors of the gym, you were kicking off something off your shoe and every time you let out a deep exhale, you begin to wipe your face with the end of your sleeve. Placing down the water bottle, he sat down on the bench and turned to his dear friend, “Bokuto-san, weird is a rude way to put it. Odd, yes. Weird, no. (Y/N) seems different today because maybe something happened, like they didn’t pass a test or they got into an argument with a friend.”

Bokuto drilled his eyes onto you, not like you noticed, you were too busy checking your phone, seeing if (C/N) texted you, expecting a better response to how they rejected you so curtly today. Yet, nothing. Well, nothing apologetic, as (C/N) continued to text you as if you didn’t pour your heart into confessing to them as they laughed at your face and denied your attraction towards them. You bit your lip, fingers gripping the phone as you shoved it into your pocket, hands balled into fists as you felt the utter annoyance and humiliation from how naive you thought you are, thinking that they’ll like you back.

As you waited for the team to leave, you sat on the bench at the corner of the gym building, you kept scrolling past through several past messages you had with (C/N). It was weird, how they would act so cozy and cutesy, but once you address them that you like them, thinking the signals they sent were definitely mutual between you and them, they shoot it down. Tears began to drop, one by one, as you sniffled, rubbing your nose with the hem of your sleeve, hiccuping a bit.

Something draped over your head, startled from the suddenness, you look up and see Bokuto looking down, standing as he crouches to your feet. He didn’t say anything, taking your phone and placing it to your side. You feel for the cloth that was on your head, soft and woodsy smell. It was his jacket.

“Heya.” He grins to you.

“Hi...” You mutter, looking down to your hands.

Bokuto tilts his head owlishly, his large hand holding yours, not hesitant by the fact you twitched by his impulsive actions. “Why are you sad?” He asks, peeking to see your face.

Sniffling, you shrugged.

“Did you fail a test? You shouldn’t worry about that, I fail plenty of tests, but I’m still passing somehow. Akaashi helps me a lot, but Konoha says its cause people don’t like to see himbos sad. I don’t really know what that means, but I’m glad no one likes to see me sad.” He pouts a bit, “I don’t wanna see you sad. Himbo or not, I think you’re really smart and you’re able to get back up if things don’t go your way.”

You let out a watery giggle, the unintended joke that Bokuto made was pretty funny, seeing your light reaction made Bokuto feel happier, he continued, “I think whatever happened today, or yesterday, or three days before, I think you were able to study and prepare for what happened! You’re always prepared for stuff! I’m not usually prepared cause I just wing it, but I know from you, you can keep going when things aren’t okay. You help through that a lot,” He plays with your fingers and holds both in his own, “I wanna help you through it, too, y’know.”

Bokuto always had something to say, even if it was a bit off. Yet somehow, what he says hits the mark most of the time. Three days before, you had planned and rehearsed your confession, thinking of possibilities of what will happen. Though, you hadn’t prepared to be laughed at by (C/N) and have what had between you two pretend like nothing happened, going throughout their day, whilst you stay sad with a broken heart.

Bokuto did make you feel better. You started to forget what happened today, sure it made you a bit bitter, but Bokuto’s sweetness overfilled your heart.

The ace began to see you stare at your hands, the small smile fading a bit. He pouted even more, grabbing your hands and placing them on his face, pushing cheeks together as he leaned close to you. “Don’t get sad now, (Y/N)! Let’s head to my place and watch that anime you like! The guy that keeps eating fingers!”

Your eyes widened to see his golden eyes sparkle, staring into yours. “U-Uh, sure, Bokuto.” Blushing from how close he is, you should be used to this, as Bokuto doesn’t recognize the concept of personal space.

He scrunched his nose, his hands pressing against yours to squish his face he hummed. “I know what we should do! Let’s do those sleepovers where you put that face masks of animals on me! The ones that smell good! I can take some from my sisters, they won’t know!” He proposed his idea, attempting to make you feel better as he plans.

“I-I’m not sure, Bo...” “Please! I’m here, y’know? I wanna help you, and I know you like to do those skincare stuff! My skin needs extra help, feel it!”

Blinking, you gulp down the internal screams as you rub your thumbs on his cheek, seeing his happy face become dazed a bit, he looked as if he was melting in your hands while you continued to caress him. You chuckled at how cute he can be.

“Fine, let’s go.”

He beamed, smile shining as bright as the sun, “Yosh!”

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Bokuto kept patting his face, astonished by how soft his skin is. “(Y/N), (Y/N)! Feel my skin! it’s so soft and shiny! The wonders of the mask is so cool!”

You smiled at him, patting your own face and began rubbing your hands. While he was busy, occupied with how amazing his skin had become, your phone chimed. Glancing at it, you frowned immediately.

(C/N) : Let’s hang out, just the two of us! It’ll be a date :D

When Bokuto turned around, seeing that you haven’t answered his question, his smile faltered, seeing you frown again, he shuffled onto the bed and plopped his chin on your shoulder. “Why are you sad again?” He muttered in a defeated tone. He thought having a sleepover will make you feel better, were you not enjoying it? Was he forcing too much of you? Is he making you feel bad or trapped that you had to be obligated to hang out with him?

“It’s not you, Bo. It’s...(C/N).” You replied, chucking your phone to the heap of pillows on his bed.

“(C/N)? The one in Akaashi’s class?” He asked, lifting his chin as you turn to him.

You nodded. “I told them I liked them and they...laughed at me. They said they didn’t like me and they only liked me as a friend. But it’s weird! They text me and get all...hugging and cutesy with me, they pretend they haven’t rejected me and go one through their day. Then,” “Then?”

“Then, they want to go on a date. Frickin, pick what you want us to be, jeez! I can’t keep up with their 180 turns! It’s getting me confused and I don’t want to keep having my heart ache.” You cross your arms on your chest and Bokuto hugs you from behind.

He hums. “Well, if it was me, I’ll say I’ll like you.” “That would be nice. And way better to understand. You’re straightforward. Not to mention even though your emotions do complete 180s, I’ll be there and I’ll be able to keep you close, also we get to be straightforward and have no...weird mixed signals to know that we’re just dancing around the subject of hand.”

Bokuto nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, his hair no longer his usual hairstyle as he already took a shower as its down and fluffier. “Mm! You don’t have to see them anymore either! We see each other more often and hang out more!”

You continued on, “We also are kind of that hyperactive and calm-collected dynamic too!”

“Ohoh! If you got together with (C/N), you have to memorize their favorite foods and movies. You already know tons of stuff about me!” He hugs you closer as you begin to laugh. “Bo, you have to know their favorite movies and foods if you’re dating. It’s part of being together. Making an effort is what makes the relationship work.”

He cuddles you more, strong arms around your waist and legs on either side of yours, “We make everything work, even if we argue n’ stuff like that.” You blink slowly. “We...Do, don’t we?”

“If anything, I’m always here, (Y/N).” “You always were and still, Bokuto.” You spoke, realization dawning on you.

He sighs, breathing in your scent mixed in with his conditioner, “I’ll always like you, even if you do a 180.”

Your hand held onto his, a small smile of fondness on your face as he laces your fingers with his, “I’ll always like you too. Even if your emotions do a 180.”

#haikyu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you

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nomazee · 4 years

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Designated Driver (2)

☆ akaashi keiji x reader; bokuto koutarou x reader

word count: 1700+

content: themes of unrequited love, personal development, angst/fluff

cross-posted on my ao3

PART ONE

(here’s the second part!!! sorry for taking so long with it, the week’s been a bit hectic for me.

i think this is up there on my list of favorite things i’ve written (which is....unsurprisingly, very short). i really hope you guys like this final part, and feel free to tell me about anything you liked/didn’t like!

ALSO!! reminder that requests are open!! please read my request rules before sending one in <3

happy reading!!)

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You told Akaashi that night over the phone that you would talk to him tomorrow. That was a blatant lie.

The day after the party was one of those days where you didn’t share any lectures with him, so you didn’t naturally bump into him at any point throughout the day. On top of that, you were a little bit frazzled with reviewing the coursework of your weakest class to allot any time to text Akaashi and the male himself hadn’t done so, either.

You let it be. All things happened for a reason. And having a break from him for a little bit would be beneficial to you, you figured.

On the other hand, you and Bokuto grew closer and closer by the day. Neither of you were great with tutoring, but studying separate subjects in each other’s presence was good enough for both of you. Any free time that you were willing to lend him was spent either going out to newly discovered diners or cooking (very chaotically) at the chosen person’s apartment of the night. (Though, on top of this, Bokuto made sure to let you have time for yourself, careful not to overcrowd your schedule of just him all the time.)

It was a bit new, adjusting to this temporary lack of Akaashi Keiji in your life. But Bokuto was a really good friend. You were surprised (and a little disappointed in yourself, to be honest) that you didn’t allow yourself to get as close to him before this whole thing happened. You two were still friends before--you, Bokuto and Akaashi could be considered a sort of “friend group” but you were significantly more comfortable with the latter than the former. You had times where you hung out with both of them and times where you only hung out with Akaashi, but until now you’d never individually spent time with Bokuto.

Neither of you had addressed it out loud, but you knew Bokuto was really doing his best to try and take your mind off of what had happened at the party. Occupying you with things distinctly unrelated to Akaashi, trying to fill up time spent alone with his presence--all of that was his attempt (successful attempt, at that) to make your mood better.

And to make you stop relying on Akaashi so much.

You hated to admit it--who liked admitting their own falsehoods?--but you really were reliant on Akaashi for a good majority of your happiness. You always seeked his validation and used the time he spent around you to assure yourself that, ‘yes, I am a likeable person, and him being my friend proves it!’

You cringed a bit just looking back on your old mindset, though the flinch of your inner thoughts was easily subdued by the mental comparison you made between how you lived with Akaashi constantly present in your life and how you lived now, with a different person and a different mentality.

Bokuto was sure to not turn into a sheer replacement for the hole Akaashi left in your head. The time he allotted for you to spend by yourself was entirely intentional--something that was, yet again, an unspoken intention but one that you were both entirely aware of. Emotionally intelligent as he is, Bokuto ensured that you didn’t build up yet another reliance on an individual person. Every time you spent a night by yourself, he’d make sure to send you a text, like, “take some time and just relax tonight! use the bath bombs you got for your birthday! :)” or “i’ve watched that movie before! i think you’ll really like it” before telling you to turn off your phone and enjoy yourself.

It was very different, now that you thought about it. The time you used to spend alone, without Akaashi, was always a bit empty for you, no matter how many new dishes you tried out or what series you decided to marathon. Now it was much more fulfilling--you knew how to divide your time fairly between social events (read: cooking spaghetti with Bo) and individual relaxation.

Reminiscing on your mindset made you feel a mix of emotions. It was a bit sad how tightly you latched onto someone you weren’t even in a relationship with. You were relieved you could move past that phase, though. Here you were, developing a sense of individuality in only a few weeks of time. It was a drastic change, but one that you were proud of. (Bokuto was proud, too, though he never outright said it and preferred to show it in the small gifts he gave you from time to time.)

You did occasionally wonder if you should text Akaashi, but left that up for the black-haired male to decide for himself. You were content either way, no matter how much your old conscious resurfaced and nagged you to text him back.

It was a bit of a shock to hear a knock on your door on a late Saturday afternoon. You and Bokuto promised to meet up somewhere, so he wouldn’t have shown up at your apartment like this.

Your expression turned curious from your place in the kitchen, where you’d been sipping on water and scrolling through your phone while waiting to leave. You placed the glass down and walked over to your door, opening it.

You were right in thinking it wasn’t Bokuto. But you really weren’t expecting Akaashi to be here, either.

Surprise was evident in your expression. Akaashi met your eyes before looking at your doorframe and shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously. You took the initiative to start talking.

“Hey, Akaashi. I wasn’t expecting you to come over. What’s going on?” He looked at you properly now, lips fluttering open and closed in an attempt to grasp cohesive words together.

“Can I come in?” Was what made it out, and you obliged to his request. He seemed a little jumpy in your presence, only making you more concerned as time passed.

“Did you… need something?” His hands clasped together and he began picking at his cuticles habitually. You couldn’t help the downturn of your lips at the action.

“No, I’m fine. I just wanted to talk with you. And see if maybe you wanted to hang out today?”

Oh, you thought. That was nice of him. Though he could’ve texted you first before showing up at your house spontaneously. (You tried not to read too much into that fact.)

You gave him a gentle simper, happy that he was finally beginning to try and reconcile with you after everything. Better late than never, right?

“I’m glad you’re talking with me again, Akaashi.” His expression softened at your words, mirroring your own smile. “I can’t do it today, though, but I should be free next week if that’s okay?”

The expression of elation on his face faltered the slightest bit at hearing you were occupied today. “Yeah, that’s fine. You’re going somewhere right now?”

You checked the time on your phone--five minutes until you should leave. You nodded at him, “Yeah, I’m going to that new diner downtown with Bokuto. We heard good things about it, so… we figured we should try it out.”

Akaashi’s expression--you could only describe it as owlish. His eyes widened and he blinked at you questioningly. “Oh. I didn’t know you were both so close.”

A fond countenance appeared on your features at the mention of your bond with the male. “Yeah, after everything… happened,” you couldn’t help but flinch after bringing it up, assuming the wound may still be fresh on his part, “we just started hanging out a bit more. He’s really nice.”

You said that last part as an afterthought, really, but Akaashi noticed how it came so naturally to you to describe his friend in that way. He felt like he was overthinking, but it seemed like you were doing just fine without him. Like you didn't miss him at all.

“Are you guys dating?” Internally, he chastised himself for being so straightforward. A beat of silence passed, and he was preparing himself to apologize when you spoke up.

“No, we’re not.” And that was it. A simple answer, no elaboration, nothing to further clarify--vague enough to let Akaashi continue his overthinking.

His eyes flitted up to yours. Your ears were tinted with a soft pink. An ache persisted in the back of Akaashi’s throat at the implications of your expression. Fuck.

You checked your phone again. It was time to leave. You relayed this information to Akaashi and let him walk you down to the parking lot so he could leave at the same time.

Making your final steps to your car, you turned around to face him and say goodbye when you were pulled into a tightened, warm embrace.

A sound of surprise left your throat, and Akaashi pushed his forehead into the crook of his shoulder, like he was searching for comfort in the cotton of your cardigan and the floral smell of your skin. He felt like he was choking in your body wash, but thought that wouldn’t be a bad way to die.

Instinctively, your hand reached up to the crowd of his head and tangled itself in the depths of his hair (unruly, you noted, like he hadn’t bothered to really keep up with his multi-step haircare process that you always teased him for).

“I’m sorry, [Name].” His words, genuine and painful to release on his part, buzzed through the skin covering your trapezius and you suppressed a shudder at the feeling. “I’m so sorry.”

The crack of his voice made a similar attack to your heart. “Akaashi… it’s okay.”

Both of your words were simple, but they were heavy. The head on your shoulder turned to stone and you felt the need to rid yourself of the weight before you succumbed to your old routine. You released the arms you wrapped around him in return, and gave a gentle push against his shoulder.

Glassy blue eyes stared back into yours. You nearly drowned in them, but stopped yourself before you could. You thought that wouldn’t be a good way to die.

“I’ll see you.” With the lack of response on his part, you gave him a gentle smile--as reassuring as you could get it--and made your way into your car.

Akaashi watched you give him a parting wave from behind the tinted windows of your car. He struggled to reciprocate, but did so nonetheless.

You seemed happy enough. It hurt that he wasn’t there to see it. But he figured it would be a good way to live, for both of you.

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ethanharli · 3 years

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Pairing(s): Bokuto Koutarou x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): Angst/Comfort, Mentions of pet death, Hc's, Kinda short (since I kept crying while writing it- yikes).

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- So.. I may have made this cause I needed the comfort since my dog is currently passing away- but anyways hope y'all like it.

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You had your dog for years, so let's be honest, Bo's crying the moment he sees you crying, and almost instantly you're brought into a bear hug.

You both knew your dog was getting to that age where you'd eventually have to say goodbye, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

You noticed it when your dog wouldn't get up and play, nor would she drink or eat, and just lay in her bed.

It was heart breaking, cause you knew she was dying, and there was nothing you could do about it besides stay by her side until she finally passed away.

And Bo's by your side through it all, he'll be sitting beside you, petting your dog while you do the same, and occasionally you'd both talk about the memories you three shared and whisper small praises to her. Telling her how good she is and no matter what she'd always be your good dog.

But Bo was heart-broken to see tears violently pouring down your cheeks as you kissed her nose and whispered, "It's okay baby, you don't have to force yourself to keep fighting, we'll be okay, there's no need to worry about us, just rest peacefully okay? I love you, we love you."

His heart shattered along with yours, cause not even ten minutes later she passed away and all you two could do was cry.

You both wished that she could still be there with you, but you also knew that she was some place better, wich gave you a little piece of mind.

Im sorry this was horrible.

#x male reader #bokuto koutarou x male reader #x reader #bokuto x male reader #bokuto koutarou x seme male reader #bokuto koutarou x top male reader

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rottenbrains · 4 years

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Kuroo Tetsurou X Reader

Wordcount : 1554 words

Warning :

The cold wind conquered the air as raindrops made their way, pitter-patter on the concrete path while you rushed to your favorite coffee shop. Entering the shop, the invigorating smell of sweet drinks molded together invade your nostrils, sending signals to your muscle for them to relax. The premise itself was quite warm, considering the lack of humans inside help you to relax further as you ventured towards the counter to place your order.

A tall male with broad shoulders and unique hairstyle, not to forget his hazel-colored pupils were ready to take your order as he stood comfortably behind the counter. He’s a new guy. Apparently, it’s his second week since he first started. Before this, your best bud would be the one to take your order. But since the new guy came in, Koutarou always… like always attend the cakes and cookies section as he pushed the new guy to attend you in his stead. While glaring at Koutarou for his tenacity to stay away from you, the catlike-male voiced out to you.

“I guess you really do run out of caffeine fast, huh?” He commented, flashing his smirk towards you. For a person that you’ve regarded as ‘your best friend coworker’, he sure does know how to cut the gap short, acting like he’d known you forever. On the other hand, the only thing you know about him was his name, Kuroo Tetsurou (written on his nametag), and the fact that both of you enrolled in the same university (Koutarou told you).

The fact that he is strikingly handsome.

And playful, with a hint of a jerk-personality.

Annoyingly smart (Koutarou would brag about him to you, all the time).

How his smile totally melted your heart.

How his eyes felt like it’s piercing through your very soul whenever he looked at you.

How his lips looked so tasty you can lick it all day.

And totally your taste.

“Daydreamin’ about me?” Kuroo asked as his face inched closer to you, making you flustered from the sudden realization of his face closing into yours.

“In your dreams, longcat… Oh, one hot Vanilla Latte, grande, to-go”, you said swiftly as you glared at him, still annoyed from his previous comment. From the floor, your best friend suddenly popped himself to greet you as Kuroo went to prepare your drink after you paid for it.

“Y/n, I thought your class ended a few hours ago?” Koutarou asked as he raised his eyebrows, wondering why are you here when you were supposed to be relaxing in your apartment now instead of ordering a hot drink with your shoulder clearly wet from the rain.

“Urgent meeting for the festival next week… and it dragged for too long. Are you coming for the event?” you answered and inquired back at him as you fished your phone, the screen lighting up from the notification.

“Of course… who would want to miss a festival?” Koutarou beamed, but soon his smile dampens when he saw your crinkled forehead as you read the chat sent to you. Realizing that his tone went down, you looked up to your best friend when you saw his horn-like tufts, somehow wilt down. “You’re okay, Y/n?”

Mustering a smile, you tried your best to flash your heartiest smile to him.

“…Yeah, I’m fine... But, I’ll be super busy starting tomorrow until the end so I’m not sure I’ll come and meet you guys… Well, I’ll somehow manage. So make sure you come, and bring the others…” You softly announced to him, giving him a toothy grin when you realized your drink are done as Kuroo walked towards the counter bringing your drink.

“It’s yours… enjoy and come again soon~” Kuroo cheered at you as he pushed the drink to you. Taking the warm drink, you turned around to walk out from the premise when Koutarou called out to you.

“Hey, it’s raining. Why are you going out??”

Sighing, you turned back towards the two workers.

“Got some extra papers to look into, I need to go back to university… I’ll see both of you around”, you said as you briskly turned around. Taking a sip from the sweet and warm liquid, you pushed open the door walked quickly with a plastic folder on top of your head, shielding you from the rain and the drink on your other hand.

You were quick to disappear from the shop as you focused solely on your steps, two worried gazes easily slipped away unnoticed by you.

It’s the last day of the festival. You’ve been busy making sure that every stall are operating properly while making adjustments to where it needs that enjoying the festival was not on your to-do-list for today. You were about to take a breather in the meeting room when the door burst open, revealing one of the committee members of the event.

“Y/n-san, I brought a drink for you,” Takato-kun said as he showed you a transparent tumbler with a greenish drink inside. “There are also your friends here…”

Golden round orbs showed themselves behind your committee member.

“Koutarou!!” you cheered weakly since the tour and inspections took a toll on your energy. Your best friend walked towards you, followed by Keiji.

And of course, Kuroo Tetsurou.

Takato-kun was the first one to arrive at your place. Giving you the drink, he looked at you, smiling apologetically.

“Your friends brought it for you… and you should take a break, go enjoy the festival. I can do the rest…”

“Yaa, we’ve arrived here so let’s go visit the stalls after resting…” Keiji interjects from beside you while Kuroo stayed behind him.

…

You’re still sipping the Green Tea Latte while walking around the stalls with your friends, Koutarou was totally pumped while gazing at the food as Keiji tried to keep him in check.

“You like it?” Kuroo tilts his head sideways to look at you, all the while matching his pace with yours.

“Yeah, I really need this… I guess you made this?” you inquired him with your lips carved a small smile.

“Bokuto told me you’ll need this when you’re super weary and tired… Stopped by the café to make it before coming here...”

“Since when? … and I thought you’d rather work than come here…”

“Y/n, me and Kuroo had been friends since high school… that’s why I told you to come to one of my matches…” Koutarou cuts you as he shoves a piping hot takoyaki in his mouth, quickly regretting his actions as he tried to cool down the food while inside his mouth.

“I did come, you fool bird!” you growled at the poor owl as you felt stupid for believing that Koutarou and Kuroo had known each other since they worked together. To your delight, Keiji just had to add his own comment.

“You did run off somewhere directly after the matches… or you actually came to matches that have nothing to do with Kuroo-san.

“Just shut up, both of you…” you said, giving up as you finished the drink.

“Thanks for the hard work!!!” Everyone yelled and slowly packed their belongings with their sore limbs from the cleaning of the festival. You waved and wished the others goodnight before exiting the room. Slowly, your path change to a path lit by streetlights. Looking forward, you saw a familiar figure standing a few meters away. You continued on walking until you reached the figure.

“Why are you here??” you asked quizically at the figure who had his right eye covered by his bedhead.

“I’m waiting for you, of course. Bokuto said you would probably walk home late… so, here I am.”

Hearing his response, you let out a small giggle before looking at him again.

“And, if Koutarou didn’t tell you that??”

“I would still be here, waiting for you….”

The pathway was lit by streetlight, and the lights from cars zooming past both of you. With the streetlight just above your head, both your shadows are fixed on the ground. Only when cars passed by, the silhouette of you and him stretched on the bushes beside the path.

“Stupid teasing bedhead..” you muttered under your breath, but still noticed by the male. A warm hand found your cold ones, warming the patch of skin by simply enveloping your small hand in his big one. Before you could even question him, he gripped your hand tighter.

“Be happy that your handsome boyfriend is here to walk you home…” Kuroo teasingly said as he looked at you. Baffled, you chuckled and raised your hand that was held by him as you retort back to him to cover your embarrassment.

“Oh, since when?? Getting a little bit too high, are we?” you said while smiling slyly at him. All too sudden, he stopped in his tracks and turned his whole body to look at you.

“Since now.” He let out, a sweet smile decorated his lips as his eyes look straight on yours. All the while his eyes searched for an answer from you, your hand confirmed it for him. Gripping on his hand, you smiled teasingly.

“Well, there’s no reason for me to reject… Now, let’s go… I really want to go back home and take a long bath.

“I can always wash your back..” He retorted back, a nasty look on his face as he eyed you.

“Oho, someone’s up for some beating…” you glared at him while he has a stupefied look on his face. Amused by your boyfriend’s confession and honesty, you softly muttered.

“We have a lot of time for that, so don’t worry.”

“I hear that, kitten”

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