#{bokuto's asks}

[noorpersona]

Hear me out. Giving bokuto or ushijima their first bj in their early 20s. They’re just so busy all the time and once they finally meet you, how do you think It would go down?

You've been heard and its fantastic lolol

I hope you enjoy my love <333

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Anon Ask: Bokuto (NSFW)

The door creaked open, and Bokuto stepped inside with a quiet, exhausted sigh. His duffel bag was slung over one broad shoulder, and his varsity jacket hung haphazardly off him, half-zipped like he hadn’t even bothered to fix it. His hair was still damp from a post-practice shower, curling slightly at the ends, and the faint scent of soap and something distinctly him wafted across the room.

When he spotted you sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, his whole face changed. The tension in his shoulders softened, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his lips.

"Hey," he said, voice rough and warm from hours of practice. "Didn't expect you to wait up."

You shrugged lightly, trying to keep it casual even though your heart squeezed at the sight of him—tired, flushed, and somehow still so beautiful. "Missed you," you admitted.

His smile deepened, fondness glowing in his golden eyes. Dropping his bag by the door, he kicked off his shoes with a lazy nudge and trudged over to you.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he collapsed beside you with a soft grunt, leaning heavily against you. His head found its way to your shoulder, his body curling toward you instinctively, seeking your warmth like a magnet.

"I'm so tired," he mumbled, words slurring slightly against your shirt.

You threaded your fingers through his damp hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. He melted instantly, a low, content hum vibrating from his chest.

"Poor baby," you teased gently, though your heart ached with how worn down he was. He always gave everything—on the court, in class, with his teammates. There was never anything left for himself.

He huffed a quiet laugh against you. "Missed you too, y'know."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

For a while, you just sat there, letting him soak in your presence. You could feel the weight of his exhaustion, the way his body sagged against yours, trusting you to hold him up.

After a long moment, you shifted slightly, your hand trailing down from his hair to cup his cheek, tilting his face up to look at you.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly parted. So open. So vulnerable.

You leaned in, kissing him softly at first, your lips brushing over his in a slow, lingering touch. Bokuto sighed into your mouth, his large hands finding your waist, gripping you gently like he couldn’t bear not to touch you.

The kiss deepened naturally, lazy and warm, until you were shifting to straddle his lap, feeling the solid weight of him beneath you. Your hands slid down his chest, over the faint ridges of his stomach, until they hovered at the waistband of his jeans.

When your fingers brushed the growing tent forming there, he gasped softly against your mouth, hips jerking up slightly into your palm.

You pulled back just enough to look at him—his cheeks flushed, pupils wide, breathing shallow.

The thought struck you all at once. A way to take care of him. To give him something back.

"Let me take care of you tonight," you whispered.

Confusion flickered across his face. "You don't have to—"

You silenced him with another kiss, even deeper this time, pouring everything you felt into it—all the longing, all the tenderness, all the need.

When you pulled back, his breath caught audibly. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed a soft pink.

You slid off the bed and knelt between his legs, resting your hands lightly on his thighs.

His breath hitched. "Wait—you… you don't—"

"I want to," you murmured, voice steady, fingers tracing slow circles against the thick muscle of his thighs.

Bokuto looked like he wanted to argue, but the words caught in his throat. He nodded instead, swallowing hard.

You reached for the button of his jeans, popping it open with deft fingers. His breathing grew ragged as you tugged the zipper down, his cock straining against the fabric.

When you freed him, he was already hard, twitching slightly under the cool air and your intense gaze.

You smiled up at him—gentle, reassuring—and leaned in to press a soft kiss against the head of his cock.

He gasped, his hips jerking slightly before he forced himself to stay still, fists clenching in the blanket.

"Holy shit," he whispered, voice barely a breath.

You took your time, trailing kisses down his length, licking slow, teasing stripes along the underside. Every little sound he made—the sharp inhales, the choked-off moans—made your stomach flutter.

When you finally wrapped your lips around him, sinking down slowly, his whole body shuddered.

"F-Fuck…" he whimpered, head tipping back against the bed, throat working as he swallowed thickly.

You set a slow, steady rhythm, bobbing your head while your hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach. Your free hand stayed firm on his thigh, feeling every tremor, every tiny twitch.

Bokuto was a mess almost immediately, biting his lip hard enough to turn his knuckles white, trying desperately to keep quiet. His hips jerked despite himself, tiny, helpless movements you easily accommodated.

When you glanced up at him, the sight nearly undid you—his flushed cheeks, the glassy sheen in his eyes, the way he looked at you like you were something holy.

"I'm gonna…" he panted, voice breaking. "Gonna cum… if you…"

The desperate edge in his voice made something snap inside you.

You moaned softly around him, then picked up the pace—bobbing your head faster, taking him deeper with each stroke. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth, twisting gently at the base as you sucked harder, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.

Bokuto cried out, head falling back against the bed, chest heaving with ragged breaths. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles trembling as he fought to keep himself grounded.

"F-Fuck, baby…" he gasped, voice cracking, hips jerking up despite himself. "I'm… I'm—"

With a shuddering groan that was almost a whimper, Bokuto came hard, hips stuttering helplessly as he spilled hot and heavy into your mouth. You swallowed carefully, easing him through it, the sounds he made—broken, vulnerable—searing themselves into your memory.

You kept your movements slow and gentle until he sagged back against the bed, completely spent, every muscle in his body quivering with the aftermath.

When you finally pulled back, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, you looked up at him through your lashes.

He stared down at you like you’d personally rewritten the laws of physics, wide-eyed and flushed, chest still rising and falling rapidly.

"You're…" he croaked, still breathless. "You're amazing."

You climbed back onto the bed, and Bokuto immediately dragged you into his arms, cradling you against his chest like he never wanted to let you go.

"Stay," he whispered, voice raw.

"Wasn't planning on leaving," you murmured against his skin, pressing a kiss to his racing heart.

He held you tighter, burying his face in your hair, soaking in your warmth, your presence—everything he’d missed without even realizing it.

And for once, there was nowhere else either of you needed to be.

[adriepple]

“bokuaka are hinatas parents!” this “iwaoi are kageyamas parents!” that

okay??? where is the content of bokuaka and iwaoi interacting as in-laws then

[nekomanager]

for the ask game, can I get one of doing 69 with Bokuto? My fav thing about him is how optimistic he is like cheering his teammates up and what a fun person he is. We all need a Bokuto in our lives<3

"Oooh...why are you so good, baby?" Bokuto cooed while his fingers deftly explored your walls. Your hips were shaking but his firm grip on your ass was keeping you in place. "Steady, steady...oh, yeah that's so good uughh." You clenched on him tight—both your pussy around his fingers and your mouth on his dick.

You had a mouthful of him with your head bobbing up and down to taste his whole length. Saliva leaked out of your lips as his thick girth stretched your mouth.

"Aughh...that's it! You feel so good, baby." He removed his fingers and moved it over your clit, while his tongue rolled in between your folds, drowning him in your juices. "Mhmn- y'teysh sho good, sho good!"

You added the stroke of your hand with the suction on his cock, stroking fast and strong, feeling the surge of satisfacation as he throbbed from your touch. He matched your pace, eating you out with all his might then his fingers were back inside you again. Plunging hard, your juices were raining on him.

"Ahh fuck! Baby- Y/N!"

He shot his load straight into your throat, muffling your cries when he hooked his fingers inside and gave your pussy a good pumping. Your body convulsed erratically and he let you shower his face with your sweet juices.

He let out a deep exhale. "Goddammit, you're the best."

kinktober ask game

aaaahhhh goshh! I just lovs bokuto 🙈 i wonder why there so many few fics of him lately when he used to have a lot 😩 idc Im glad u requested for him bc I love writing him 💋

[sliceofsugoii]

Some of my recent KuroBoku doodles :3

Black cat Kuroo wearing socks is my proudest invention cause it fits him so much that's literally him

Bokuto as Arctic Hare cause they have 2 little black dots on top of their ears don't tell me that's not him

[dollsei]

something something freeuse with sunarin something something him makin u walk around w his cum inside n making a mess of ur panties idk

(this is me subtly asking for haikyuu asks. dark content preferably)

[kamisama1kiss]

I just watched the Haikyuu movie Dumster Battle, and omg!! It was SOOO good😭😭🙏 I nearly jumped out of my seat so many times when at the cinema

HAIKYUU REQUESTS/ASKS PLS 😭🙏 ME BEG

[jesswritesthat]

can i request a kuroo x reader where reader is bokuto’s sib? that would be so funny and how would he act towards them? and HOW BOKUTO WOULD REACT AT THIS😭😭 love yaa

A/N: omg I love this idea!!!

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Kuroo Dating Bokutos’ Sibling Headcanons:

• Ironically Bokuto was the one to introduce you to Kuroo, and he would never have shown you off so proudly if he could predict the future.

Alas - you walked into a busy Fukurōdani Group Training Camp during their second year equipped with a bento box and a string of curses.

“See how amazing my family is Rooster hair? My biggest fan brings me lunch!” Bokuto slings an arm around your shoulder beaming with grateful pride.

“Ugh, yeah yeah. I figured you’d need energy and I wanted to see Akaashi too…” You retort, looking for your fellow first year in the gym.

• Bokuto issued you an expression of feigned hurt, hand on his chest and putting you at arms length as he hunched over.

“You wound me!”

“If that’s all it takes, I need to take notes.” The Nekoma player commented, this leaving Bokuto barking back at him before returning to ‘normalcy’.

“Anyway, this is my wonderful sibling (Y/n) and this is Kuroo Tetsurō. A middle blocker for Nekoma.”

“Nice to meet you Kuroo.”

“Likewise.”

• It was meant to be left at that, and each of you involved in that situation would’ve agreed too. Except, you found that the way he matched your wit magnetic, and how he’d join you when teasing Bokuto became a highlight of your time spent at the camp.

• Akaashi had noticed it too, addressing it rather bluntly since he was the one you lingered around most often.

“You and Kuroo-san get along well.”

“I know, he’s kinda cool. I’m glad I got to met players from other teams, no wonder Kōtarō likes these training camps so much.”

“You’re right, they are fun.” He’d dismissed is as friendly acquaintances. For now.

• It wasn’t until the next practice match between Fukurōdani and Nekoma that you saw Kuroo again (and you’d ensured to come by the gym before the match to see them). This time warmly greeting each other like friends rather than strangers. A ritual that continued very time Nekoma were involved in Volleyball events.

• It’s near the end of second year that Bokuto finally started to notice, this wasn’t how ‘just friends’ acted. Your brother was oblivious to this stuff usually, which is why it had taken an interaction longer to catch on, but when it came to you he was more observant with such things.

• It’s written in the way Kuroo leans in to listen to you; how you refill his and Kenmas bottles; that you seem to be laughing together more often than not; and in the way you look at each other. It incurs a narrowed analytic gaze from the Fukurōdani Ace.

• When you felt hands clasp your shoulders and steeer you away with an intimidating undertone to his upbeat voice, you figured he was on to your little crush.

“I’m taking (Y/n) away rooster hair, my sibling and I have things to discuss. Don’t we?”

“Crap.”

“Oh yeah, you’re damn right.”

• Golden eyes boared into you intently as if expecting you to spill all your secrets, Akaashi also present to such painful tactics.

“This isn’t going to work Bokuto-san.”

“Give it time Akaashi! I‘ve been unbeatable since we were kids.” The Ace dismissed, not breaking stern eye contact with you.

“Kōtarō, you’re an idiot.”

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“Oh nothing about Kuroo hm? That scheming bastard not charming enough huh?”

“Yes he— I mean no— argh this is so unfair!”

“HAHA! See, told you I’d get ‘em.” Bokuto smugly nudged Akaashi who looked far too tired for your sibling antics right now.

• Well at least you’ll only see each other at volleyball events, which aren’t too frequent to build on. Especially a long as Bokuto lives and breathes.

“I got his number.”

“YOU WHAT?!” He’s dramatically shaking your shoulders as of its going to realign your senses.

“He — gave — number — in touch.”

“I’ll spike his stupid face!”

“You’d do that anyway.”

“Not the point (N/n)! I’ll do it 100x harder now!” It was rather eccentric, but you’d like to think he would actually commit to such a thing ‘purposefully’.

• So your secrets out. Bokuto isn’t happy about it. And Akaashi is the embodiment of Switzerland but with more conspiracy.

Oh you want a moment to talk to Kuroo without Bokuto knowing? He’ll distract him. Bokuto can’t supervise all the time? Akaashi is monitoring Kuroos interactions.

• However you manage to meet up in Tokyo without the pretences of volleyball games or training camps. It’s purely to see one another and through this developing friendship, and with each outing creating a level of comfort, it was natural for the flirty banter to start.

• Such a tiptoe game preceded to their third year, and it became dangerously obvious that the pair of you had a thing for each other but neither of you had acted on it. At first Bokuto was relieved and eager to pettily drag you away whenever the opportunity arose. But now he’d kind of understood that the growing feelings were more genuine than he’d originally assumed.

• It’s still a surprise when Kuroo charismatically pulls him away to an empty gymnasium after training, only to take a more awkward and serious tone when the nerves set in.

“Bokuto, you know you’re one of my best friends right?”

“Yeah man, but I’m not into you that way.”

“Woah, you wish frosty tips.” Kuroo breathed out with a smirk, more at ease thanks to that remark. “I was gonna ask for you blessing as lame as that sounds.”

“Eh? What for?”

“To ask (Y/n) on a date…”

That’s when the humour tainting his expression fades, when the amber in his eyes burn, and the muscles of his crossed arms tense up.

“I see.”

• It takes you a moment to grasp the situation too, of Tetsurō actually asking you to hang out with him after the camp ends - with the specificity of it being a date this time. It doesn’t take long for you to accept, even if you did tease him a little.

“Has becoming Captain made you braver?”

“Oya, I asked before you did (Y/n). Let alone the fact you couldn’t resist my offer~”

• Kuroo finds the situation the easiest to deal with you think, he acts natural even if he is a bundle of nerves underneath it all. His existing relationship with Bokuto and teasing personality make it easier to adjust to. Although sometimes you’ll over hear conversations between the two.

“Thanks for asking rooster hair. Anyway… how’s (Y/n)?” Bokuto asks, slightly more apprehensive than their previous conversation about teams.

“Happy I hope, though I annoyed them the other day - ate the last snack from the packet.” Kuroo snickered, only for Kōtarō to cut in.

“Yeah? You should try taking a bunch of photos, that really gets to (Y/n).”

“Hey?! Don’t help him!” You shout down.

• It amused you in the beginning, one specific time when Kuroo came to your door to pick you up only to find an expectant Bokuto.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. I can’t possibly allow my beloved sibling—”

“I have fried chicken.” Kuroo held up a warm takeout bag, conniving smirk in place.

“Deal, take ‘em wherever you want.”

“Kōtarō?!” You explained, your brother accepting the food without a second thought and ushering you toward the door.

“Eh? You haven’t bribed me in a while, rooster hair is my favourite right now. Out you go, don’t keep the man waiting.”

• They also go shopping together whenever it’s a celebration that involves you. They gladly put yen together for a big gift, or give one another recommendations - yet act completely innocent about it when you call them out on it.

• Sometimes you even feel like you’re third wheeling if Tetsurō visits the Bokuto household, their bromance truly was one of a kind. Though you didn’t mind, grateful that your brother and boyfriend got along so well.

• Bokuto still had that big brother protectiveness though and Kuroo was a scheming bastard when exploiting it. He’d playfully kiss you or show affection in front him - Kōtarō immediately pulling you into him with a look of utter disgust.

“How dare you lay your hands on (Y/n)?”

“Kou, he’s my boyfrie—“

“He knows what he did!”

• Overall it’s a positive experience, and it feels like Kuroo is already apart of the family due to the connections you each already share. They both make the effort to ensure you are happy when they can, and keep in touch fairly often. To be honest your certain they let the other know if your in a bad mood… so much for loyalty y’know?

• However, one thing you haven’t discovered yet, is that when Kuroo asked for Bokutos’ blessing, he readily accepted.

“I see.”

A look of contemplation, and then a beaming smile.

“Finally man! Course you have my blessing bedhead, I can tell you care about (Y/n) and would protect them like I would. Plus I know they’d be happy.”

“Thanks Bokuto, I’ll give it my best if they accept.”

“You better. Else I’ll kill you.” This was sinister, it was that deranged look he got when lost in a match, the one before the most earsplitting spikes - suddenly replaced with his usual carefree grin.

“Whatcha waiting for huh? Get out there and ask (Y/n)!”

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[ Masterlist ]

[m4iya]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧋— MYA'S BOBA SHOP! (100 followers Event)

Oh, hi! Have you come back for a different order this time around? Or maybe you're a new face? I'm always picking up a new skill - this time it's making boba! So, my shop is open! Are you going to invite a friend to sip and chat? Or do you want to grab something for yourself instead?

This is my 100 followers event! I honestly never expected to see myself actually making one of these, so to those of you who are kind to me, my friends, or even if you've never seen my account before, here is an event in the form of a boba shop! To 'order', choose one thing from base, flavour, and sugar level. You can have up to three add-ins; but keep clashes in mind!

☁︎ - Choose your base!

Green tea - Fluff

Black tea - Comfort

Oolong tea - Angst

Milk tea - Crack

☁︎ - Now what flavour?

Mango - Hinata Shoyo

Blueberry - Oikawa Tooru

Strawberry - Kuroo Tetsuro

Peach - Bokuto Kotaro

Brown sugar - Sakusa Kiyoomi

Apple - Suna Rintaro

Lychee - Iwaizumi Hajime

Matcha - Kenma Kozume

☁︎ - Sugar level?

100% - Complete fluff

50% - Drama (conflict and resolution)

0% - Complete angst

☁︎ - Ice level?

100% - Older (post highschool)

50% - Younger (highschool)

☁︎ - Any add ins?

Rainbow jelly - Childhood friends

Black pearls - Mutual pining

Pudding - Resting after a long day

Milk foam - Academic rivals

Basil seeds - Coming to your rescue

Aloe vera - Healing after rejection

Lychee jelly - Misunderstanding

Coconut jelly - Forced proximity

Popping pearls - Unexpected meeting

☁︎ - Written:

Something dear to me (Oikawa)

Rekindled (Suna)

Cat Therapy (Kuroo)

Morning coffee (Sakusa)

Meu Bem (Hinata)

Collab? (Kenma)

Bleak promises (Bokuto)

An open book (Iwaizumi)

[noorpersona]

hi i LOVE ur writing sm!! i look forward to pretty much every single one of ur posts, ur super talented :)

do you think you could do an akaashi x insomniac!reader? akaashi is known for overthinking and stuff so tbh i think his anxiety might make him stay awake sometimes, but prob not full blown insomnia. i js think a oneshot of him helping reader or maybe just the two of them hanging out super late one night because neither of them can get any sleep (maybe college!au where he’s stressing about his classes? or could be just volleyball related. whatever works for you!).

maybe it could be pre-relationship too. like they might be friends then reader sees him active on some social media and decides to text him to hang out and they get super close after this night. again, whatever works for u!!

omgg my heart thank you 😩❤️ Your words mean so much to me 🥹

I think I hit all the boxes, I hope you enjoy <333

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Anon Ask: Akaashi

The clock blinked 2:47AM in soft digital blue, casting a dim glow that painted the walls of your dorm room in slow, pulsing light. You stared at it from where you lay on your back, eyes wide open, blanket pulled up to your chin like it would somehow coax sleep into settling over your body. It didn’t.

It never did.

Insomnia was a loyal companion. Even on nights when your limbs were heavy and your mind felt worn thin, your thoughts refused to settle. They danced along the edge of reason, hyper-fixating on things that didn’t matter: words you said three days ago, the shape of clouds you saw that afternoon, the persistent question of whether you locked the door. A quiet ache had formed behind your eyes from sheer exhaustion, but sleep wouldn’t come.

You turned over, grabbed your phone off the nightstand. No new messages. Just a faint glow from the charging screen illuminating your tired face.

Then, a notification.

akaashi_keiji posted to his story

You tapped it open without thinking. A dim photo of a laptop lit up against a pile of books and a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. The caption read: 2AM is a perfectly reasonable hour to still be working, right?

You stared at it. Your fingers hovered.

Then you sent a message.

you: you up up?

The reply was almost instant.

akaashi: Unfortunately.

you: Wanna hang? Can’t sleep and you look like you need a break.

A beat passed. The dots wavered, stopped. Then—

akaashi: Give me 5.

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Akaashi showed up at your door at exactly 3:03AM. Hoodie pulled over his head, dark sweats clinging to the chill of the night, his hair mussed like he’d run his hands through it too many times. His eyes were tired but alert, flickering with that same sharpness he always carried—like he was cataloging everything, even now.

You stepped aside without saying a word. He entered just as quietly, slipping off his shoes and placing his bag beside your desk with a soft thud. He dropped to the floor beside your bed with a sigh that seemed to deflate the weight on his shoulders.

“Rough night?” you asked gently, perching on the edge of your mattress.

“I have a presentation next week, three deadlines, and Bokuto keeps texting me motivational memes like it’s going to fix my GPA.”

You laughed under your breath. “It won’t.”

“Exactly.”

The quiet that followed wasn’t awkward. The hum of your mini fridge and the occasional creak of pipes running through the dorm added to the low ambience of sleeplessness. You looked down at him, his knees pulled up slightly, arms draped over them, like he didn’t know how to get comfortable in his own skin.

“Wanna watch something?”

He shook his head. “Too much noise.”

“Read?”

“Already tried. Can’t focus.”

“Lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling until we disassociate?”

He glanced up at you with deadpan humor. “Honestly, that sounds ideal.”

You grabbed a second pillow and tossed it to the floor beside him. He didn’t hesitate. His body uncurled, long and lean as he stretched out beside your bed, head cradled in the fluff of borrowed comfort.

You joined him moments later, lying back so the ceiling filled your view. Pale shadows danced above you, shapes warped by passing cars and the swaying leaves outside the window. The ceiling fan ticked rhythmically above.

“You get this often?” he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice matching his. “Like... more nights than not. It just doesn’t stop. My brain, I mean."

Akaashi sighed, breath feathering the space between you. “Mine too. It’s like it waits until I have to sleep to start racing.”

You turned your head, studying the outline of his profile in the glow from your desk lamp. The slope of his nose, the delicate curve of his lashes, the soft press of his lips.

“So why’d you come?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Because you asked. And I figured... maybe it’d be better to not be alone with it.”

You nodded, the pillow rustling beneath your cheek. “Yeah.”

Minutes passed in silence. He turned to face you, and you mirrored the movement. The two of you laying side by side, not quite touching, breaths moving in rhythm.

“We could do this again,” you whispered. “If you ever can’t sleep. You could just... come over.”

His gaze didn’t waver. “I think I’d like that.”

At 3:57AM, you both fell asleep.

Shoulders brushing. Minds quiet. The night finally letting you rest.

[hxltic]

i have this idea of gymnast! reader and bokuto that I can't get put of my headddd, like her going to his practice and him going to readers as well 😫 cute

Omgomg this is so cute!! I used to be a gymnast😼

The power couple. Y’all do everything together.

Before he went pro, you both attended the same college. He was captain for the last two years he was there, well known throughout campus, but mainly for reasons other than his volleyball talent. Innocent reasons, of course.

But I mean can you blame them? Look at him.

Big bright eyes, expressive and sweet. Huge too. On top of practically towering over everyone he meets, his vivacious nature makes you comfortable and him a likable person overall. It’s not surprising seeing all of the girls that would attach themselves to him.

He’d politely decline, and looking over his show-stopping smile, it provides enough comfort after being rejected to ask if they can recruit themselves as friends instead. He can’t say no to friends, especially after already saying it once, so he internally sighs and nods his head. It was awkward the first few times but he’s come to learn they never actually call. And if they text, it’s just basic conversation that he feels they don’t actually care to know about him.

You met at a meeting for the athletes held by the school, basically congratulating the hard work and achievements of the individual teams and important players. He went up in ranks for his hitting accuracy, dependability, and being an accomplished six rotation player. An overall asset to his team. He shakes the hand of his coach and an older man, taking his certificate, and standing up on the stage for the picture.

After entering the transfer portal, you were elated when one of the top scoring colleges for Women’s Collegiate Gymnastics gave you an offer. Of course you took the chance. With the sport being more of an individual achievement, even though the scoring is all added up in the end, you consistently dropped incredible numbers for the team. You like vault the best, but your teammates are in love with your floor routine and music.

So you go up next. Your hair moving behind you as you step up to your own coach and shake her hand, then receive the frame, ordered to stand right next to Bokuto.

His weight might be shifting, and his eyes may be flickering back and forth from you to the clapping audience of your peers, but he can’t help it. You’re the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

You’re only a few centimeters shorter, your skin glistens, and your pretty eyes are hid from him when your side profile leaves curly hair fallen over your ears. He forces himself to look forward for the last group picture of the ceremony, making a mental note to look up the name he’s heard called by the announcer more than once.

And he does just that. It was a little creepy at first but that was how you met. Now, you both go to the gym in your free time. He powers you through your sets, promising different motivators (new shoes) and food, while you try your best to do the same to him. Most of the time is spent giggling, but hey. Y’all work out with your respective teams on the days you’re supposed to, so does it really matter?

You mainly watch his games because some of your practices are on the same day. Watching these men swing with all their might knowing people on the other side are intended to receive the hit is insane to you. Watching who he explained is the libero throw himself around or get behind balls that seem to be barreling toward his face. You would literally shit yourself.

Meanwhile, when Bokuto comes to watch you, he admires the technical training and physicality that goes into running full speed at an inanimate object and tossing yourself around. How you manage not only to balance, but make it look pretty, and stay pretty doing it. He claims he gets sweaty and gross.

Sometimes after a workout, he’ll walk into your practice and finds a seat somewhere. He hears fast steps, vault boards going off, mats caving from being landed on—it’s all music to his ears now. He’s unironically close with your coach (as he is all the others, and the dietician), mainly because he’s around for you. You try not to get distracted by his slumped figure eyeing you from afar. It gets hard when you do full out routines at the end and you stick it.

He doesn’t truly understand the scoring and how meticulous it is, just that a fall is bad and you have to try your best not to wobble. Which is exactly why even if it wasn’t your best routine, it looked all the perfect to him, and he celebrates when you land your dismount.

There’s nothing more he loves than watching you get ready before meets. Braiding your own hair or letting your teammate do it, putting glitter of the school colors in spots on your face to match the leotard, doing the makeup, and putting the colorful bows in the bun— it’s all a process to him. You look gorgeous after, even when you’ve tucked yourself away in the school tracksuit that hides those thick legs he knows you has.

That’s what he loves most. God, your legs. Your whole physique really. Long, strong legs and thighs that could crush him. Arms that he has to remind you are sexy when you’re looking at yourself in a dress.

Bokuto is strong, he knows that. He’s been athletic and probably has never been out of shape a day in his life. To be with someone that matches his lifestyle and is amazing at her sport? He considers himself blessed. There’s nobody that understands him like you do.

©️hxltic

[nekomanager]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 : KINKTOBER

STATUS : CLOSE

oya, besties! let's go play another ask game before october ends ♡

it's kinktober time! share with me your favorite kinks and I will create a short spicy scenario with your fave (f/o)

the dirty details:

• must be 18+, age indicated in blog and following me (please be genuine and remain following even after you received your stuff 🤧)

• your kink/s + favorite thing about ur fave

• 1 character from hq, blue lock, windbreaker

EXAMPLE: hello reiii! for ur ask game, breeding kink with kuroo please. my fave thing abt him is his playfulness while being caring at the same time

• send to me via ASK

can't wait to see you! 💋

[lilacgaby]

As someone who is head over heels for Bokuto from Haikyuu, can I pls request Bokuto with an s/o who's scared of thunderstorms pls?? Thank you!!

title: after the storm when the flowers bloom.

pairing: bokuto x fem!reader

summary: you've been scared of thunder since you were young, after your boyfriend found out after a date went wrong, he knew he'd always be there for you.

(a/n: loosely based off my memory of that one ohshc episode, also i too loveeeee bokuto <3)

you were huddled under a bench, curled up into a ball as you shook when hearing the thundering of the bolts outside.

it was a picture perfect day for you and koutaro just moments ago, the sun shining brightly, sharing a cone of ice cream before clouds came out of no where. they were dark and fluffy, you knew they meant a heavy storm, but koutaro waved it off, saying it'd be fun to be in the rain.

as he jokingly prounced around, the rain started to come.

first in sprinkles, then it came down harder than you two expected.

you didn't have time to explain your fear before the first strike came down, feeling close to you.

your ice cream was now forgotten on the floor as you rushed into the first building you saw, you huddled behind something, your hands over your ears as you shut your eyes.

koutaro stood there confused, his shirt staring to get damp from the rain drops. he followed after your trail, to find you shaking, terrified of the natural destruction that was occurring.

he was moving before even he processed it, caging you in his arms as he held you through the storm.

you didn't need to explain it to him, he just understood.

you knew he understood in the way he'd been an avid checker of the weather now, checking it himself or asking people about the chances of storms.

you knew he understood in the way he'd put the movies you two were watching louder, blocking out the thunder that would startle you.

you knew he understood in the way that if you were caught outside with him that he'd take your attention off by acting even more over the top then usual, sticking his headphones in your ears as he'd act like a mime.

if you got startled from a random strike that came out of no where, he'd say he'll fight the literal clouds for you. would start squaring up and punching the air until you told him to stop.

it's now progressed into him staying wary of rain too, saying how he was oh so sorry that you'd have to stay home today, for there was a chance of rain. but the smile on his face as he flung himself into your side showed he was just happy to be stuck to you.

he'd try to convince you to overcome your fear, but only once. if you really were against it he'd drop it, especially if you had another bad reaction.

from storms come flowers, and storms only revealed how much koutaro is willing to do to make sure you're happy and safe.

[arachnees]

Again with haikyuu because I’ve been thinking about bokuaka a lot lately.

Whenever I feel a little sad about the timeskip, I like to imagine that Akaashi and Bokuto once in a while meet up to play volleyball together because despite the fact that Bokuto has been playing in teams with the best setters in the entire show he still likes Akaashi’s sets the most.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Listen, hear me out.

Bokuto invites Akaashi over to spend weekends and holidays at your shared home often - even during weeks where he has to be closer to certain parts of the city for work. And, of course, you never mind. Akaashi is your boyfriend's best friend and he's a lovely guest to have and great company! You never mind giving up your spare bed to him.

Now, imagine, for one of these planned visits Akaashi arrives just a little bit earlier than usual and unwittingly catches you both in the middle of the deed - your legs pinned by your head Bokuto ruts into you with abandon.

Of course, Akaashi leaves to give you both some privacy! Comes back at the time he was supposed to instead to give him enough time to cool down. But, of course, now he can't look you in the eye the entire time he's over - images of how your body bent to his friend's will, how sinful your moans were - all of it went straight through him whenever your sweet eyes looked at him. And, despite his best efforts. Bokuto notices.

And, despite how quickly Akaashi fled, Bokuto knew he watched.

[lemurzsquad]

And because you love Bokuto, how about a silly little drabble about picking a new mattress?

Okay so I know you sent this so so long ago, but in my attempt to get back into writing to fill the void that school has left, I just kept coming back to this prompt, I hope you don't mind that it took so long :')

I was in the mood to make a cozy fic because they make me happy, so have this 🤲 it's also like 3am and I desperately need sleep, so this is also not proofread fjsbjd

Word count: 940

“So, unfortunately, that specific mattress is currently out of stock at this location.”

You stood in front of the counter in the middle of the store, surrounded by a whole showroom of countless mattresses. Next to you, seemingly distracted, was your husband Bokuto. He looked around aimlessly and turned his head at even the slightest bit of movement, whether it be the cars outside or the light that flickered at inconsistent intervals. Not a single bit of his attention was on the sales associate in front of you both.

The young man continued, “You could visit one of our other stores that may have it in stock, or we could order it for you and have it delivered to this store earlier than when our next shipment is set to arrive.”

You were about to ask Bokuto for his opinion, but when you glanced at him, you could clearly see his gaze locked on a couple of mattresses you hadn’t looked at yet. With an amused smile and a shake of your head, you said, “I think we’ll have it delivered here if it's not too much trouble.”

The sales associate nodded. “Then I’ll just need you to give me some contact information and a little bit of time, and then we’ll be all set!”

As he went to type on his computer and print out a couple papers, you squeezed Bokuto’s hand to get his attention. Immediately, he redirected his eyes to you and tilted his head in the owlish way that he does, silently asking if you needed something.

“You can look around a little more while I fill out some papers,” you answered quietly.

He grinned at that. Lightly pecking your cheek, he let go of your hand and scampered off into the maze of display beds and pillow shelves.

After only a handful of minutes, the mattress had successfully been ordered. It was time to leave, and with a quick scan of the store you realized something.

Bokuto was… nowhere to be found.

So, with a fond sigh, you began to look around, acutely aware that the business was closing in maybe ten minutes. The search was, thankfully, fairly quick with how empty the building was and with how much Bokuto stood out in any setting. Hidden away in an alcove, one of the display beds sat with the side against a window that stretched a fourth of the wall longways. 

Draped with his feet and half of his shins hanging off the foot of the bed was your husband. His chest and cheek were sunk into the mattress, and with how still he laid, you could only assume he had fallen asleep.

A little wisp of a laugh left you in a huff. Why am I not surprised? you mused to yourself. Softly, you approached to lay down beside him, tucking your cheek against the crook of your elbow. With your other hand, you carded your fingers lovingly through Bokuto’s spiky yet silky hair.

He let out a groan that sounded as though the words “just five more minutes” would slip from his lips if you hadn’t spoken first.

“Koutarou~” Your voice drifted to him quietly, gently pulling him back to the waking world.

He let out another drowsy noise but cracked an eye open to see you next to him. His other eye was practically forced to stay shut with how his cheek was smushed into the fabric of the bed.

“Hey, sleepyhead…” You smiled lopsidedly, your own cheek pressed into your arm. “Welcome back to the waking world.”

Still half asleep, Bokuto gazed at you in a soft, dazed look filled with nothing but unguarded awe and affection. You looked angelic; the sunset beyond the glass shone as if only to sit as a halo around the crown of your head. Your fond grin was nothing short of breathtaking in its own right, but waking up to see it was as though he was still basking in the last stretches of dream that had cradled him through the night.

“I think I see an angel…” He mumbles sleepily, “Is this heaven…?”

Your smile grew wider, and the creases at the corners of your eyes and between your eyebrows as they pushed together earnestly became more pronounced.

“No, sweetheart,” you answered softly. “This is the mattress store. And it closes in five minutes.”

He huffed at that, turning his face to groan dejectedly into the mattress. After a fit of giggles and, in response, unhappy grumbles, you managed to grab his arm and pull him to his feet—although, with significant resistance. Bokuto hung off of you the whole way out and back home like a wet towel, leaning what felt like all of his weight as he did, much to your dismay.

Between chuckles, you asked, “Are you sure you didn’t want that mattress?”

He shook his head against your shoulder. “No, that mattress was terrible…” He couldn’t help another yawn from escaping.

“Didn’t seem like it,” you remarked, amused. You teased, “I almost had to leave without you, you know.”

“Nooo…” He whined as he tightened his arms around your waist and further buried his face into the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t help but coo as your hand came up to run comfortingly through his hair. It was no surprise that when you arrived home, he immediately collapsed on your soon-to-be-replaced bed, dragging you down with him.

Sure, you protested, saying you both needed to put on pajamas and do your usual nighttime rituals, but who were you to stand against the power of a soft, pleading, “Just five more minutes…”

Do not copy and/or repost!! Any likes, comments, or reblogs are appreciated, though! (c) 2024 LemurzSquad

[crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy]

Characters! How about Kuroo and Bokuto from Haikyuu? And since you’ve started mha, got anything for Izuku?

Hi Jade! :D

Kuroo

favorite thing about them: Oooh, there are a lot of things I like about Kuroo. I think my favorite thing though would have to be his tendency to take people under his wing and look out for them/help them learn/make sure they’re taking care of themselves/etc. so, not an uncommon trait in Haikyuu, I know, but it’s just so sweet.

least favorite thing about them: Hmmm. I don’t know that I really have one, honestly. Kuroo is just a solid character all around.

favorite line Going to be honest, since it’s been about a year since I watched the first three seasons (and the first half of season 4), I don’t remember very many of Kuroo’s lines. For that reason, and also because I love it when he’s a dork, I’m gonna go with the classic “Oya oya oya”

Brotp Kuroo and Bokuto.

OTP Can’t say that I have one, tbh.

nOTP Kuroo and Kenma.

random headcanon Kuroo eats lunch with Kenma, but he keeps urging Kenma to eat with the other second years in preparation for Kuroo to graduate.

unpopular opinion Compared to the fandom, at least, this is unpopular— I see Kuroo’s dynamic with Kenma as purely platonic. Kenma seems to have anxiety, and Kuroo is his safe person because Kuroo has proved he can be trusted with the title. And from my own experience with that type of friendship, that bond is so close that you tend to consider the other person a sibling. Especially when you’ve known them for over half your life.

song i associate with them Oooh, I’ll have to think about this one. I don’t have one for him right now though.

favorite picture of them This is one of the first pictures I think of whenever Kuroo’s name is mentioned.

Bokuto

favorite thing about them His golden retriever vibes. He’s such a sweetie!!

least favorite thing about them His eyes kinda freak me out if I look at them for too long. The snake-eye pupil slit doesn’t do anything for him.

favorite line Well, I’m always a sucker for a good “Hey, hey, hey!” But the one that made me laugh the most recently is “Why would I know what’s going on outside of my match?” If we’re talking serious lines, I’d say the part in the manga where Akaashi is sitting by himself after a match and being hard on himself, and Bokuto comes over and cheers him up and says “But you know what you did wrong, right? So just fix it next time!” (Note: I have not gotten that far into the manga, I’ve just had the manga spoiled for me :P)

brOTP Hmmm. Honestly I’m gonna go with Bokuto and Kuroo again. Their dynamic is hilarious and I love it so much!

OTP Don’t have one. I’m not here for romance XD

nOTP Also don’t really have one? Personally I don’t ship Bokuto and Akaashi, but it’s not a NOTP thing like Kuroo and Kenma where I see them as practically siblings.

random headcanon After Bokuto graduates he calls Kuroo and Akaashi several times a week. He’s just lonely at his university.

unpopular opinion Bokuto is not a parental figure for Hinata. Bokuto is two years older than Hinata and they have the exact same disposition. Bokuto is the favorite older cousin at a family reunion who kicks your butt and hide and seek, but instead of being upset you’re begging them to let you hide with them (and they let you).

song i associate with them Good Time by Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen

favorite picture of them

It’s this one or the part a little bit later when he faints because Karasuno’s game is too much for him.

BONUS: Kuroo and Bokuto together

Izuku

favorite thing about them PRECIOUS FLOOFY GREEN FRECKLED BOY. He’s so sweet and cheery, and I adore his hair color and HE HAS FRECKLES!!! Character design is on point.

least favorite thing about them My dude. Stop breaking your limbs please. Just consider it. (/half joke)

favorite line “You looked like you were asking for help”

brOTP I dunno yet. None of his dynamics with any of the others so far scream BROTP to me. I guess for right now I’ll say Izuku and All Might, but in a father-son way and not a bro way.

OTP I think he and Uraraka would be cute!

nOTP I think I’ve heard he and Bakugo are a ship? If so, that would be it 100%. Bakugo literally told Izuku to jump off a building in the first couple episodes.

random headcanon He seems like the kind of guy who would enjoy learning to cook.

unpopular opinion (probably not actually an unpopular opinion) Izuku, sweetie, quit calling Bakugo “Kacchan”. He is not your friend. He is your bully and frequently makes not so subtle references to the fact that he would kill you for a stale corn chip. Let’s have some self preservation please.

song i associate with them Oooh… lemme think. I don’t have one yet, but vibes-wise I’m getting “Don’t Stop Believing” or “Waiting in the Wings”

favorite picture of them

For right now I’ll go with this one :)

HE HAS THE CUTEST LITTLE SMILE THOUGH!!!

Thank you so much for asking, Jade! :D This was fun!