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Moon Cycles ~ Alpha!Bokuto x Omega!Male!Reader

1 fic split into two! p1: Bokuto's ruts & p2: Your heats word count: 2.7k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Bokuto's Rut(s):

Entering your apartment, all of your senses were immediately overwhelmed and dominated by your alpha's intoxicating pheromones making every particle of air in your apartment feel heavy and thick. Luckily, you were smart enough to have placed scent patches over your scent glands before going home to an alpha who had to take the day off due to his rut; preventing Bokuto's musky scent of sweat and leather from triggering your own heat early, however that didn't prevent the inhalation of his strong scent, which had already started to make you feel woozy. Quickly throwing your keys onto the counter and stripping off your jacket, you make your way urgently towards the bedroom - your inner omega screaming to aid your poor, hormone-ridden alpha.

The moment you had opened the door, the intensity of your Alpha's pheromones had doubled, forcing a blush to hit your face and your blood to rush to certain areas. Your eyes darted to the naked volleyball player on your bed, a discarded and leaking fleshlight tossed beside him while the muscular man laid on the bed in a starfish position; his body sweating profusely as the alpha was panting, lightly pink in the face. It didn't take long for Bokuto to notice you, or rather your comforting scent which you hadn't even noticed you were releasing. You smiled at your exhausted looking alpha as he perked his body up, using his built arms as leverage to hold him up, a lovestruck yet lustful smile on his face; the alpha's veiny, hard dick twitching at the sight of you.

You both let instinct drive you to the position you were now in, your bottom half completly naked with your dress shirt unbuttoned, your smaller body laying on top of Bokuto's, your body cooling off the Alpha who had been boiling alive since this morning. The usually strong and effortlessly dominant alpha was reduced to a trembling, hot mess as the pit in his stomach was eating away at him, his eyes begging you to do something instead of his mouth; as the only words he were capable of barely saying were "O-mega", "Fuu-ck" and "Good". You gently ran your hands over Bokuto's muscular, olive body, soothing him as you grind your dick against his much larger one - The alpha groans as his masculine, rough hands are almost magnetically pulled towards your soft ass, gripping at the plush skin and pushing you to grind against him harder; desperate for any form of pleasure from the omega he had been craving all day, his omega.

"Shhhh... I'm here, alpha" you coo as you gently lick at Bokuto's very wet scent gland when the man tries (and fails) to string a sentance together, too overwhelmed by the burn of his rut.

The sounds that erupted out of Bokuto when you re-ajusted so that your slick-leaking ass was grinding against his alphan cock were to die for. Along with the usually spikey hair of your alpha, which was now drenched in sweat and sticking to his forehead, and his panting, sexy face, the sight was heavenly.

Again, you're ever so glad for that scent patch on you, because you get to consciously remember Bokuto's ruts, and boy were you lucky to experience them. The first round is always the most effort for you, the alpha worn down by his useless attempts at pleasuring himself throughout the day, along with his intense rut, having tired him out; meaning that you have to do all the work for your cute alpha as to not keep him in discomfort any longer. Riding him was always fun though, despite how tiring it could get; Bokuto's firm grip on your ass and waist grounding you and him as you ride his massive cock like no tomorrow, the veiny thing pounding against your prostate and kissing your walls so nicely as your dick bounces onto Bokuto's abs - you give him quite the show, pity he barely ever remembers it after his cycle. After the alpha finally knots your tightening hole, his body finally starts to cool down, the gnawing ache in his stomach dissipating as he locks his body within yours and absolutely fills you with his thick, fertile cum - but that's just the start of his rut, not only do you have more rounds that day, but you have an average 4 more days left in the week! Nevertheless, after Bokuto falls asleep and finally slips out of you, you use up the rest of your energy to make the starving alpha something to eat; your silly alpha having spent the day trying to relieve his rut rather than eating! And after the Alpha wakes up conscious and digs into whatever delicious meal you'd prepared for him, that's when the roles reverse. The rest of the rounds that night pretty much go the same, the alpha manhandling you into multiple different positions as you let Bokuto fuck you absolutely senseless, his knot having locked the two of you together at least 4 more times that night alone and your neck and body looking like they've been mauled by a dog from the amount of lovebites and hickeys all over you.

short Bokuto-rut headcannons:

His nests are made really poorly (like most alpha's are), just a shit ton of your clothing spread around the bed with various bodily fluids soaking them - not even a blanket in sight... Typical of alphas, only thinking of what gratifies them rather than their comfort or their omega's comfort!

Bokuto's a real kisser during his ruts as well. He's a clingy alpha who just wants to show his love for you, and that love is multiplied by 100 when lust is mixed into it! That man will be thrusting into you while your in an uncomfortable mating press with cum on your face and his will still kiss you deeply with tongue - you can't be mad though, it is quite sweet, and it relaxes your body, which is very needed after what this flexible man puts you through during his cycle!

Breeding. Kink. Need I say more? Yes I do. Of course, all alphas want to breed their omega, especially during their rut. But holy shit does Bokuto not stop mentioning it during his - whether he's doing the deep and whispers in your ear "Gonna get you full of my pups, pretty boy", or roaring "Take my fucking cum, babe! GET FUCKIN KNOCKED UP" as he's knotting you, or even during aftercare as the man rubs your abdomen gently and blurts out baby names; Bokuto is always mentioning knocking you up

Near the end of his Rut, Bokuto likes nothing more than laying you in his shitty nest and eating you out for hours... His thick tongue making you cum as he devours plenty of the tasty slick you just keep on producing

Oh and after his rut? Bokuto is literally the perfect boyfriend, more than he already is! You need an icepack? Done. Food? He's whipping ten meals up in the kitchen. The volleyball player apologises if he was too rough as he kisses you gently and gives you a massage. And when this man returns to practice, fucking hell does he look like he's glowing, professing to everyone how he has the best omega in the world which he loves more than anything (and gloating that he gets the best action ever, but he doesn't mention that part)

Your Heat(s):

Bokuto can always tell when your in pre-heat, he knows his omega too well, so he's already taken the week off work even though you deny the fact that you're going into heat - despite your constant, slightly flushed complexion and your lack of control over your pheromone. So when you start to nest, Bokuto is ready to go! That man has breakfast bars and 6 bottles of water ready in your nightstands and has started releasing a comforting scent of leather and musk before you even start to call for him!

Once the muscular alpha hears your whiny call for him, Bokuto gets instantly hard; making his way towards your shared room as he struggles to strip his joggers and shirt while walking. But just because the man is eager to pleasure you until you pass out, that doesn't mean he wants to rush things - and that includes his teasing.

"Aw... are you okay, baby? What do you need?" The volleyball player would coo at you in a very slightly mocking tone as he makes his way towards your nest. Bokuto would gently hold your searing face in his huge hand and caress your cheek with his thumb as he smiles at your pout, holding back a laugh.

"Shut up... please just hurryy~" You whine, reaching out to touch your alpha, rubbing your hand down his naked abs and towards his cock which was standing loud and proud.

After a little more teasing, Bokuto decides to show mercy, noticing how your panting increases in pace, how your scent of sweet, intoxicating caramel fills the room, and how your knees trembles on the bed as slick gushes out of your hole. Because of your rapturous heat, your vision is hazy and time slows down yet speeds up at the same time, so you had really no clue to how you ended up with your legs up on Bokuto's broad, muscular shoulders, his dick already in you and moans spewing out of your mouth as if you were in pain. But you sure as hell didn't mind that, as long as your alpha was soothing the pain searing across your body and making you feel pleasure beyond that of this world - you really couldn't give a fuck if you knew what was happening or not.

Sweat, musk, cum and a harmonious mix of your pheromones and Bokuto's filled the air, adjacent to the sounds of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin. All that was coming out of your mouth were the words "Alpha" or "Good" or "Yes" along with plenty different whines, and moans and whimpers which sounded straight up pornographic, and your sounds worked beautifully well with Bokuto's loud roars of pleasure and groans and moans - his dirty talk on another level as he drills his dick into you in missionary. After making your vision go white, your infertile cum shooting all over your body and Bokuto's rock-hard abs, your alpha ensured that you caught your breath and forced you to drink some water - the sweet, caring man not even giving a shit about the fact that his dick was still hard as shit and that he hadn't cum yet; which was a surprise by the fact that your sloppily, slicked-up hole, tight, boiling walls and sexy moans and look was usually a cocktail for disaster with Bokuto. But Bokuto would experience the immense pleasure of knotting an omega in your next round - and not just an omega, but you, his bonded, mated omega which he loved more than life itself.

With that said, once you had caught your breath and the heat began to pool in your stomach once more, Bokuto took that as a sign to use his rough, massive hands to re-position you. With your arms hugging one of the many pillows in your nest and your chin resting on it, Bokuto was kneeled on the bed behind you; both of his massive arms wrapped around your waist as he pounded into you like a fucking animal. With your knees spread and your back arching downwards towards the bed as Bokuto's fat dick drilled against your pleasure spot, you moaned and cried out your alpha's name like a mantra - your dick dangling below you, your dickhead lightly rubbing against the best, sending shivers down your spine. All you could hear were Bokuto's rough grunts and moans of your name in your ear along with his hips smacking against your plump ass in the background - your voice raspy and airy from how much you had been using it. Along with some dirty talk (along the lines of "Fuck baby, so fuckin' good and tight for your alpha aren't ya?") Bokuto would raspily groan out an "FUCK- Gonna fuckin' cum-! Gonna knot you- omega- my fuckin' omega-" - Bokuto would become the opposite of his cute, gentle self when he was so close to his orgasm, and fuck, you loved it. You could feel the alpha's knot swell, his already huge cock becoming even harder to take, but your heat was helping you make space for him - but you still couldn't just idly sit and take it!

"HAAAA~ Soo big, alpha! TOO- BIG!~" You cry whorishly, the immense pleasure flooding your body at an alpha knotting you making you overwhelmed, forcing your body to move around and try to escape the overstimulating pleasure - however that is a) not easily done and b) painful as shit for the both of you.

"SHIT-! Don't move while I knot you, (Y/n)!" Bokuto groans, the pain and pleasure of his knot forcing into you pushing him over the edge.

To keep you in place, the massive alpha pushes his whole arm down on your neck and his massive, rough palm on the arch of your back to keep you in your place, to take his viscous seed like a good omega. With Bokuto's knot swelling to full mast, the man's grip tightens around you as he shoots his huge load, filling you up and cooling your heat down to a mild kindle despite the searing temperature of your alpha's cum. You on the other hand were screaming your head of with moans from the immesne pleasure of an alpha knotting you (especially during your heat), your cocklet shooting ropes of thin jizz onto the bed below you as your walls clamped down on Bokuto even tighter. Panting was all that could be heard in the room as the two of you lied down together, your massive alpha crushing you beneath him, but you couldn't complain. Bokuto gently started to kiss you once he was able to think of anything other than the pleasure of cumming inside of you, nipping at the bite's he'd left on you and licking at your exhausted scent gland, admiring the mating mark on it.

short Heat headcannons:

It's a basically instinct for the two of you to like the fact that, as an alpha, Bokuto is larger than you as his omega - which isn't hard with the man being fucking huge. But my lord does that little size kink go fucking haywire during your heats - Bokuto loves to look at how his hands hold your waist, not entirely but just enough, while you in your heat-drunk haze think about how the massive man could literally crush you in his grip - the though making your dick twitch. The man isn't even that much larger than you! But give him an inch and he'll talk a mile (or whatever that saying is)

Scenting is one of your big things during heat. In an sfw work you scent everything that Bokuto owns before you go into heat, and you grab anything that smells remotely like him for your nest. But when the man is fucking you until your last breath, you can't get enough of your alpha's scent - practically begging him to rub his scent gland against yours

That's another thing, your usually snarky or even bratty behaviour goes out the window during your heat, your body controlling your words and behaviour; resulting in pretty begs from your mouth which stroke Bokuto's ego ever so nicely, who's he do deny you of whatever it is that you desire?

Bokuto's aftercare is also top notch, In between round the man is cooling you off and cleaning you while ensuring that you eat and drink. And near the end of your heat, when it's more lukewarm, Bokuto draws a bath and bathes with you, caressing your body softly and scrubbing the smell of sex off of your skin. But your heat is forced into its final hurrah when Bokuto uses his long, masculine fingers to clean your loosened up hole of his thick cum, his comments of knocking you up sending you over the edge and into the final hour of your cycle~

[liillyliilly]

Lotus and Odysseus

akaashi keiji x reader words; 1801 synopsis; Y/N will be the death of Akaashi.

[Her heart was golden]

She is a siren. Luring all those she speaks to into their deaths. Like Odysseus, Akaashi asks for the men on his team to hold him back from being lured in too deep. He wished he could fill his ears with beeswax to ignore her. But everyone else seemed to already do that when they were around her. So, as the Odysseus of his own story, he listens to the song she sings.

“Fun Fact: In Greek Mythology, there was a tale of these people called The Lotus Eaters. Odysseus and his band of men needed a break, and when they came across an island to rest, all the people there ate these weird Lotus things. And when they offered it to Odysseus and his crew, some accepted, not knowing that they would fall into an unconscious state. Then Odysseus had to drag their asses off the island to keep travelling.” Y/n explained, passing out water bottles to the boys on Fukurodani. Most of them nodded in slight understanding, but Akaashi listened with complete intent to try and understand the point of what she was trying to explain.

When she looked around, only to notice that the only person seemingly interested was Akaashi she scratched the back of her head in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I’ll keep my rambles to myself.”

“No, keep going, there’s a reason you brought it up.” Akaashi drank a large swig from his bottle, before going back to focusing on Y/n. Their next match wasn’t for a bit, seeing as Karasuno was still running up the hill behind the gym from yet another loss.

Y/n smiled, before taking his water bottle and walking off to fill it up, Akaashi following in suit.

“Well, I wanted to explain to you all that figuratively, a 'lotus-eater' means a person who spends their time indulging in luxury rather than handling any sort of practical business. And that, since you guys have been winning a lot of your matches, you seem to be easing up on your training.” Akaashi stood next to her, stunned by her intelligence and observational skills. But Y/n took it that he was feeling insulted. “Oh, no! You guys are working very hard I’m sure, but I was just, I was just trying, I’m try to help, since, well, I don’t really do much as the second-year manager, and you know I’m just really trying my best and-”

“Y/n. I understand. Calm down.” Akaashi puts a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. But that just makes her more stressed out. She removes his hand, and hands him the water bottle she had been filling.

“Thanks, Akaashi. But you really should be getting back to the court, Bokuto is screaming your name.”

[There were explosions]

His mind runs wild. I want you to scream my name. He shudders. He feels gross for thinking he would ever even say those words. And to Y/n? After saying a quick thank you to her, he runs off to get back onto the court.

She is a siren. And as Odyessus, he yearns to listen to her.

“Bokuto, what do you know about Y/n?” Akaashi asks as he dries his curly hair with a towel. Y/n had only just become a manager, seeing as the current managers were third years and needed a replacement.

“Hey, hey, hey, you aren’t interested in her right?” Bokuto asked. His energy taking a slight toll. He knew that Akaashi had been interested in her since the first time she ranted to Akaashi about the history of volleyball. Bokuto also knew what question was coming next.

“Why not?”

“She has a boyfriend. He’s kinda a douche though, but Y/n seems to really like him.”

Sirens drag people to their deaths. Y/n had told Akaashi this fact more than enough times for him to have it ingrained into his memory.

[The beast awoken...]

Akaashi was furious, and he knew exactly why. Y/n, she was the root of all his pain and his pleasure. Oh, how he wished he could be Odysseus and ask for help from the goddess Athena. Aiding him in all of his tasks that rained down on him from being a great warrior in the battles across Greece and Troy. How he wished he could rain hell upon any obstacle between him and what he wanted.

He wants Y/n.

And his obstacle was her boyfriend. Not unlike Odysseus however, Akaashi is patient and willing to take the time to work things out. First, in order to win the Trojan War against Troy, he needs an Achilles. And who better than Bokuto Kotaro.

“I am not helping you break L/n up with her boyfriend.” Bokuto exclaimed as he started to take down the volleyball net. “Are you literally insane Akaashi? You know I would do anything for you, but I am not willing to break a couple up.” Bokuto lifted the netting and carried it to the storage closet, all with one arm.

“But Bokuto, please. Your skills of being a good Ace can definitely shine through as you help Y/n break up with him. You have seen him, he’s a douche, he practically screams cheater and he has cheated on her, multiple times.” Bokuto feels an internal struggle. On one hand, he thinks his best friend should probably stop obsessing over L//n. On the other hand, he did call him a good Ace. Bokuto shrugs and says a small ‘what the hell’ as he shrugs his shoulders. Akaashi nods before going back to where Y/n was writing something down in her notebook.

“What are you doing?” Akaashi sits down the bench, not giving Y/n any space on her left side, seeing as she was sitting on the end of the bench. He hovers his head around her shoulder. She clears her throat before scooching down the bench slightly. Moving her shoulder to signal for Akaashi to give her space. He doesn’t give her any space.

That’s not how a battle is won. A battle is won with persistence and dedication. You don’t let up in a battle. Odysseus never gave up once. So, Akaashi won’t either.

When Akaashi still doesn’t let up, Y/n stands up and moves to stand in a more open area. Akaashi moving to still hover around her. She laughs awkwardly and rubs her neck as she opens her notebook. “I’ve just been recording data and the number of serves and spikes that end up getting across the net. It’s nothing much, but the probability of getting a point has increased about six percent since the training camp.”

“That's amazing.” Akaashi uses his pointer finger to bring her gaze up to meet his. “You’re amazing.” Y/n likes Akaashi, she won’t lie. But she has a boyfriend. She loves her boyfriend, right? Her boyfriend is super nice to her. But he also has a ton of other girls that drool over him and he does nothing to stop them.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” Y/n holds her notebook close to her chest and starts heading her way out of the gym but not before turning around and smiling at Akaashi, “See you tomorrow.”

Akaashi sighs deeply. He feels entranced, Bokuto slapping his back breaks the spell. Bokuto chuckles when Akaashi shakes his head and stands upright again. Suppressing a smile, Akaashi fiddles with his hands, wringing his fingers with his other hand. Shifting the weight of his body from one side to the other, he looks to Bokuto.

“I have an idea.”

Akaashi was not stalking Y/n’s boyfriend. He was just carefully watching him for the time being so he could actually show Y/n that he was indeed, cheating on her. Akaashi was disgusted with what he saw. Her boyfriend practically made no attempt to hide that he was shoving his tongue down other girl’s throats. Bokuto just clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Y/n’s boyfriend had a pretty well-organized routine, the exact same place at the exact same time, just with a different girl each occurrence.

Now, the next step was getting her to actually witness her boyfriend in the act of cheating.

“L/n, please just let me show you what I'm talking about!” Y/n is throwing volleyballs at Akaashi as he tries to dodge them.

Maybe claiming that her boyfriend was a man whore in the middle of practice wasn't a good idea. A volleyball grazes his arm as he leans to the right, for someone who claimed to lack athletic talent, she sure could aim like a pro.

“My boyfriend is not a cheater Akaashi!” She throws another one from the basket that actually lands itself on his calf. Letting out a short yelp of pain Akaashi falls to the floor, Y/n immediately ceases and rushes to help him.

“Oh my-I am so sorry Akaashi.” She covers her face with her hands as she mumbles out apologies.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” Then it clicks in his head, “Well actually you can do one thing.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything. I am so sorry.”

“Let me show you what I’m trying to tell you.” Akaashi feigns innocence as Y/n huffs. But she does follow him to the small café later that day. She orders a bubble tea and sips it silently as she and Akaashi sit down at a secluded table.

Akaashi feels successful when she sees her boyfriend kissing the other girl. But seeing Y/n cover her mouth and her eyes get teary does not make him feel good in the slightest. “I want to leave.” Her voice cracks as she stands up.

“One second, can I have your drink?” Y/n slides it to Akaashi. He walks over to her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now, and he tugs him up. As they stand face to face, Akaashi makes a closing statement. “I’ve wanted to do this since training camp.” Akaashi pulls off the lid and dumps what was left of the drink onto the guy. Leaving him soaked in tea and his face screwed into a distasteful look.

How could this guy even hold a candle to Y/N?

“Let's go.” Akaashi grabs her by her hand and walks with her outside of the café.

She sniffles as they keep walking down the street. “Thanks, I guess. I mean, for showing me that he is actually an asshole.”

Even though Akaashi feel resigned to just being her friend, he’s glad that he’s able to be around her. Maybe one day, just like Odysseus, he’ll be able to finally get what he wants. That day, wasn’t today however.

But soon enough it would be.

[tinybuttonbugbox]

on the ice ⭑.ᐟ

bokuakakuro x reader ice skating date <3

a/n. i hope u enjoy!

warnings: none :3

wc: ~800

as an ice skater, you take pride in being agile

at least, on ice

when you’re off the ice, you’re constantly being pampered, preened, and smothered by your boyfriends 

it’s hard to be artistically agile when you have two man-babies hanging off of you and another one holding your hand

though it was endearing, it also got a bit much

date nights were always volleyball related, which you had no problem with, but it became a bit much sometimes 

on your last “date” -they dragged you to watch a karasuno vb game- you asked them if you could plan the next date

about a week later akaashi had the wonderful idea to take you guys to an ice skating rink

something in your element 

- he’s such a thoughtful boyfriend, i- -

so you guys get to the rink and the boys are tying up their skates

well

akaashi is tying his skates

kuroo is trying to get his foot in them

and bokuto forgot to bring socks

-that man is in a sandals phase and everybody hates it but him-

you ask akaashi to help kuroo out and walk bo over to the gift shop

he’s all apologetic like “baby, i’m sorry!” but then adds something stupid like “socks just don’t match my swag” 

-he’s right and he has the right to say it-

n e ways

once you’re on the actual ice, your mind starts to slip away

music that isn’t there starts to swirl in your head, aiding your movement

your legs are moving on their own as your arms extend slightly 

your body is flowing and your skates are gliding over the ice just right

once you’ve found a speed that you’re comfortable with, you shift your body weight to your right leg-- left still hovering close to the ground

making sure your right leg is stable, you begin to lean forward and bring your left leg up to float behind you

loosening your body and checking your surroundings, you bring your left leg down and use that momentum to jump off the ground and spin in the air, then land back on your skates

to be honest, the landing was a little rocky, but the immediate cheers that followed cause you to pay no mind to it

after making a full round across the rink, you skid to a stop in front of your boyfriends

bokuto is slackjawed, his hands reaching out to hold yours 

-he’s barely keeping balance. lowkey reaches to you because he’s about to fall-

“y/n! wh- how did you?”

“they’ve obviously skated before,” kuroo smirks. he turns to face akaashi, who had a smug aura surrounding him. “cheeky bastard.”

you smile brightly and support bokuto’s weight

“to the ice?”

bokuto looks at you wearily 

he holds onto your forearms because he’s afraid of falling

you’re skating backwards and telling him to just trust himself

akaashi skates alongside bokuto, holding kuroo’s hand, who is far less stable

while akaashi’s technique is a bit questionable, the way that kuroo’s ankles were bent outwards showed that you needed to teach the oafs how to actually balance

bokuto is clinging to you like he’s gonna die

kuroo is hyping himself up like he’s gonna be good

-he’s not-

and akaashi is trying not to smack kuroo

-kuroo keeps making akaashi fall-

n e ways

when you’ve finally got your boys on the ice, you’re holding kuroo’s hand 

bokuto is on the floor, screaming

-he thinks that people are gonna skate over him-

and akaashi is starting to balance on one foot

so you make up a reward system 

“whoever makes a full lap around the rink gets to make out with me on the car ride home”

bokuto is standing up immediately -after intense struggle-

kuroo is already dashing 

his ankles will be respectively screaming at him

his form is so bad, y’all 

he’s barely standing 

and akaashi?

well, akaashi is making out with you in the middle of the rink

bo and kuroo are about halfway across, and they’re both majorly struggling 

giving you one last kiss, akaashi graciously skated a lap around the rink

bokuto cried 

kuroo huffed

and you gave each and every one of them a celebratory kiss on the way out

in the car, bo goes on and on about how cool it was that you could ice skate

he wants to learn the mechanics of it, but it all goes in one ear and out the other

kuroo is driving and asking about when you started, if you’ve ever competed, and so on

-his hand is also on your thigh-

-i failed to mention that you’re in the passager seat-

long story short,,, it was a rly successful date!

bonus:

“you have to ice your ankles, kuroo”

“i’m fine, y/n”

“...”

“wAIT STOP DON’T TOUCH TH- AUGH!”

[applesupply]

HUGS WITH BOKUTO :0

G/N reader

Comfort Aid

Headcanon

BOKUTO this man mwah I bet he had the best hugs ever like so beefy beef

I feel like the hugs would be so full and warm you just dont wanna leave

Sometimes when your sad he would immediately try and hug you sometimes if you dont want that hed try his best to cheer you up atleast

Theres sometimes where you might wanna be left alone but I think hed stay by your side just incase

You've been having a pretty bad day so far and you just wanna be left alone you tried getting yourself checked out early but everyone was busy so you had to deal with this sadness until the end of the day it sucks honestly you just wanted to go home and lay down but you just had to deal with it

As soon as the day comes to an end you were just gonna walk home but you got a text from Bokuto who wanted to walk you home cause there wasnt practice that day

once you saw him he gave you a big old hug you laid there in his arms you wanted to stay there because you really needed that hug it was so nice and warm you didnt hear him ask how your day was you just sat there in his arms and you started to cry all that built up stress is now let out his hug was so warm and secure you just couldnt hold all the tears in anymore

"Hey is everything ok Darling?" He asks in a soothing voice you answer him but it's just muffle words even if he couldnt understand it he knew you just needed this hug really bad so you just sat there holding tight while crying in bokutos chest while he held you...♡

[owlyflufff]

Words cannot express how much I loved this whole sequence in this chapter to be honest.

The viewer was always given the fact that Akaashi knew Bokuto by heart. He took the time to understand him, he knew his weaknesses, found wonder in his strengths. So then what happens if the tables turn and Bokuto is now the one pointing out Akaashi's weakness?

The rest of Fukurodani witnessed Akaashi's mistakes but it was Bokuto who caught unto what's really happening within, going as far as telling him to take a quick rest from the match. Then when you think his depth of care and for the setter is over he goes out of his way to motivate Akaashi by giving a few words before he sits down by the bench.

Bokuto is indeed perceptive and he likely knew Akaashi was one to overthink things which is why he gave Akaashi food for thought before Akaashi settled down. It's the way that Bokuto knew this was the best way to approach Akaashi the same way Akaashi knew how to handle Bokuto's emo modes really shows the level of understanding the two of them have for each other. It was never a one sided ideal like how we have been shown Akaashi motivating Bokuto from the past chapters, Bokuto motivates him just as much. Enough for him to learn and grow on his own the same way Bokuto does by the timeskip.

Lastly is Bokuto acknowledging that Akaashi isn't like him. Bokuto trusts in Akaashi. He trusts--no--he KNOWS Akaashi is going to come back. He dosen't worry because there's already this level of trust that he holds for Akaashi that's so firm he dosen't shake one bit when the setter is benched. Bokuto and Akaashi are indeed not like the other. Akaashi isn't as energetic as Bokuto and Bokuto isn't as calm and calculated as Akaashi is. Yet, there's something so earnest and true about the way they know each other so well. About the bond they formed between each other .The trust, the understanding, the respect. The two of them have learned to conquer every struggle they faced because of those mutual thoughts and ideas they gave each other. They inspired each other that much to the point that they learned to better themselves as people.

Bokuaka, without a doubt, really are the protagonists of the world. For with every obstacle, they conquered it together.

[kuroosweakness]

domestic things the haikyuu boys do to show that they care

 ↳ it all seems too good to be true. that’s because they’re not real :’ 

━ sakusa kiyoomi 

- always let you shower first so you can get all the warm water. (but don’t too long, don’t leave him without any hot water at all :’) (or i guess u guys can shower together ... ) 

- puts your towel in the dryer before your shower. he has many, many reasons for this: 

your towel will be nice and cozy when you walk out the shower 🥺 

he’ll have to hand the towel to you, meaning he’ll have a reason to go inside the warm, steamy bathroom 

he’ll be able to wrap you tightly with the towel the moment you step out. sakusa can’t leave you abandoned with just a towel, so naturally, he’ll sit you on the bathroom counter (even with you sitting on the counter, he’s still taller <3) and dry your hair, comb your hair, pat your body dry, lotion your body, blow-dry your hair, and all the other steps of your skin-care routine 

imagine standing next to each other, staring into the mirror as you both brush your teeth, him softly side-butting you, you side-butting him back (except he moved to the side and now you just awkwardly side-butted the air ... there goes his satisfactory smirk 🙄<3) 

(just before drying your hair, he’ll rub strands of your hair between his palms to make it stick up, and stand back to admire the view. you’re adorable) 

(oh to be pampered by sakusa :’)) how does it feel to have won life?) 

(it hurts knowing we’ve never seen animated sakusa smile) 

━ kita shinsuke 

- he always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk when the two of you are walking side by side to keep you safe from the road. it’s a small, subtle gesture, but a gesture that doesn’t go overseen. this also means his left hand will always be holding your right hand 

- picks things up for you. on his way home, he’ll always call and ask if you want anything. if you have a delivery package you need to pick up, he’ll do it for you. if you want a cup of coffee from your favorite cafe, he’ll buy one for you :)

- he loves and cares for your family like his own. this goes a long way. it truly shows how important you are to him

(to those who doesn’t have a very ... good family or a family that wouldn’t be interested in caring for your partner, i’m sorry to hear about that babes :’( i can relate, we’re in this together!)

━ oikawa tōru 

- always talks in terms of “we” instead of “i”, “me”, and “you”. he always includes you in conversations so you never feel left out! whenever you are, he wants you to feel acknowledged and included. 

- defends you in every conversation. if someone were to talk badly or make unwanted remarks about you, oikawa will be right there to drag them down.  oikawa may talk a lot but it’s gotten him the advantage to be really good with his words. try winning an argument with him, you can’t (unless ur iwaizumi lol)   

- anyone that stares at you for too long, he’ll give his harshest glare. oikawa’s one of those people who can just sense bad vibes from people. he tells you all about his instincts so no “bad guys” can get to you

- relationship with oikawa = lots of pillowtalk 

━ miya atsumu 

- if you carry purses/bags around, he always offers to hold onto your purse/bag when you go to the bathroom. he’ll casually sling it over his shoulder like it’s his own, no awkwardness here! he’s proud to be your boyfriend and it shows. 

(guys who carries purses for their partners with confidence > other guys)

- if the two of you walk out of a store into pouring rain without an umbrella, atsumu will tell you to wait inside the store while he goes to start the car. he’ll drive to the front of the store so you won’t have to get wet from the rain 

(i just know atsumu’s one of those guys who looks so hot while driving without even trying- darn him <3) 

━ akaashi keiji 

- beings extra everything around for you. band-aids, hair-ties, gum, cash, an extra jacket in his trunk, a cup in case of stomach-emergencies, and even a pair of socks in case the rain seeps through your shoes. he has it all. feeling safe is one of the many good feelings you feel around akaashi 

- when you share a small umbrella, akaashi always makes sure it completely covers you, even if it means water is dripping down his shoulder. 

- when he comes across a good book, a good movie, good song, he’ll have that spark in his beautiful eyes when he tells you all about them. he wants you to also enjoy the good in his life :) (he also tells you about his past mistakes/incidents to warn you about the bad) 

━ bokuto kōtarō

- goes to bed before you, lying on your spot of the bed to warm it up. when you walk into the bedroom, you’ll see bo’s head sticking out of the covers with a huge grin. he’s so cute without even trying djkfldj 

- adores massaging you. he’ll regularly massage you, run his hand across your tummy, sit you in his lap, squeeze you with his biceps, play with your thighs, yeah it’s quite obvious how much he loves you. 

rough day? regular day? be prepared to lay on your tummy so bokuto can give you a massage :) don’t be too surprised when he attempts new massage moves that “our professional massager did on us! (msby)” 

you know what else he loves? when you massage him! he loves coming home with sore muscles to a home-made massage by the person who never fails to make him smile. not the best massage in the world, but you’re trying and he loves it more than explainable. 

- brings you the remote without complaint. puts your plate back to the kitchen without complaint. puts your clothes in the laundry basket without complaint. 

━ miya osamu 

- always offers to carry the grocery bags. even if he can barely see past the pile of bags in his arms, he’ll insist on carrying them. his competitive side comes out during times like these; he’ll try to impress you by carrying more and more each time. even with how heavy the groceries may be, he hasn’t dropped/broken anything ...yet! 

- leaves the last bit of food for you. last slice of pizza? yours. last bit of milk left? for your cereal. last piece of cake? yours. he never eats the last piece without checking with you first, no matter how hungry he is. eating food without leaving you any is like betrayal. 

- blocks the sunlight out of your eyes with his arm/hand. especially in the morning when the sunlight glares through the window. 

━ suna rintarō 

- charges your phone for you. sometimes, he’ll tap on your lockscreen to check your battery percentage when you go to sleep and charge it when the battery bar is low. you don’t have to worry about forgetting to charge your phone with suna around. 

- turns off his phone when you talk to him so you can have his full attention

- untangles your mess of cords. he always glares and heavily sighs whenever he sees tangled cords. no one knows how, but suna’s exceptionally good with untangling stuff 

━ kuroo tetsurō

- cleans the hair from your shower for you. he really doesn’t like it, but he knows you hate it more, which is why he does it for you. even though it’s not a favorite activity of his, he doesn’t really mind, it’s natural. 

- he’ll talk to the people/call the people you don’t want to. if you don’t want to say your drive-thru order, he’ll do it for you. if you want to know the price of a shirt but there isn’t a tag, he’ll talk to a store-worker for you. instead of being annoyed at you for “not being to do simple things”, he’ll help you out without a single word of complaint. there’ll be some teasing, but no harm done. he’s very understanding and patient

(my bias is showing. he’s my comfort person, what can i do :’) 

- he made up a code with you. four tugs on the hem of his shirt means you’re not feeling well/uncomfortable. (there are also many other signals and code words)

this is especially helpful when you’re out at parties, big events, malls, etc etc. as soon as he feels your tugs, he’ll whip around and study your face, leading you to a quieter place to ask how you’re feeling. if you want to go home, then home it is. 

[simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair]

CUTE MOMENTS WITH HAIKYUU BOYS

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#Genre: Fluff with Gn (gender neutral) reader

#includes: Bokuto, Atsumu, Sakusa, Ushijima

#Warnings: implied nudity in Sakusa’s but it’s innocent stuff, kissing, cheesy stuff

♡ Part 2

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

You both sat squished on the carts seat, the Ferris wheel coming to a shuddering stop at the top. The sight before you was breath-taking, the sun slowly fading into the horizon, the faint sound of laughter and the golden rays hitting Bokuto in a way that makes him light up even more. The cart slowly shook as he turned to look at you, his honeyed eyes softening and a gentle smile gracing his lips, a contrast to the usual hyper one. It was times like these that made you fall even more in love with the man, soft moments where it was just the two of you, the world long forgotten – pushed to the back of your minds. 

His hand takes it’s time making its way to your face where he gently cups it, the comforting roughness makes you lean further into it while you questioningly gaze at him. You understand his motive as his face draws nearer, your eyes shutting instinctively as you patiently wait for the sanctuary of his lips, and he doesn’t disappoint. His soft lips envelope yours, taking their time exploring them, there’s no rush in his movements and he takes his time when he slowly pulls back, catching your bottom lip in the process. And when he looks at you this time – face still close enough that you can smell the cotton candy he had been eating – his eyes are low, lips parted as he brushes his nose against yours and whispers those fuzzy words against your lips, “I love you”.

ATSUMU MIYA

 With arms spread wide and high, you ungracefully twirl around as the sky continues its angry downpour, resulting in the cold wet clothes now sticking to your figure, but you couldn’t care less, you felt free. You couldn’t help the laugh that rips out of you as you watch Astumu look at you like you’re crazy. He stands under the safety of the sheltered bus stop and desperately tries to urge you under it before you get yourself sick, however, you just grip his warm dry hands in your cold wet ones and beckon him out of his reserve. He put up no effort to stop you once he gets a good look at your radiant smile and can’t help the chuckle that leaves him. You were beautiful and you were his. 

All he could do was aid you in your ministrations, twirling you with one arm and watch as you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the now wet hair at the nape of his neck. You softly brush the damp blond hair that now covered his eyes, eyes that were solely lit up by the streetlights but they still couldn’t hide the adoration in them. You softly smile as you watch the raindrops cascade from his lashes down his cheeks and take a detour to his lips, and as if you’re drawn by a magnet, your lips slot against his as if they never left. The heat from them enough to warm you from the inside out, and even as he pulls back with a soft giggle, the remnants of their warmth still linger, a reminder of the affect he has on you. “God you’re crazy. But you’re my crazy”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

The warm water encases you both, the aromatic bubbles do their job in covering any intimate regions. The bathrooms dimly lit with candles that are scattered all around the room, the air is scented with brief notes of lavender and eucalyptus, it’s peaceful. Two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest where you lean your head against his shoulder and let out a content sigh. Nights like these are your favourite and you know Omi loves them too (he practically drags you into the bath with him), nights where no words need to be said, everything communicated with soft touches and gentle kisses.

 Gentle kisses which are now being littered across the expanse of your shoulders and his hands get to work with kneading your hips. His touches are in no way sexual, they’re intimate, as if he’s trying to show you how much he loves you through each peck and firm press of his fingers and you know. Wanting to express your own gratitude, you bring one of his hands up to your mouth, your own gentle kisses now littering across his palm, fingers, wrist, basically just any soft skin you can see. Sakusa lets out a satisfied exhale, the air hitting the back of your neck like a gentle caress, and you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than in his arms, “I wish we could stay like this forever”, he voices your own inner thoughts.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

The noises from the tv slowly start to fade away as they lull you to sleep. The heat emitting from Toshi’s figure provides you with a sense of security that allows you to leisurely lay your head on his sturdy shoulder. Welcoming the new weight, he carefully turns his head to look at you, his olive eyes soften as they watch you give up your battle and allow yourself to be pulled under the wave of drowsiness because falling asleep in his arms was your safe space, your home. 

With delicate fingers he brushes away the few pieces of hair that obstructed your face from his view, from there he could gently trace your face: your eyebrows, down the slop of your nose and ending with your lips that fluttered with your breathing. He could sit there admiring you for forever he thinks, questioning how he got so lucky and wanting to shower you in his endless affection, but the twitch of your eye brings him back to reality and reminds him not to be so selfish. With a faint peck on your forehead and nose, he brings his arms around your figure and lifts you effortlessly, with careful steps he guides you both into your bedroom, laying you down into the plush mattress and pulling the cover over you, “dream of me sweetheart because you’re all I dream about”

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[moonbeam-darling]

I want an aroace Kita who advocates for asexuality and aromanticism, and educates the ignorant on it as it is often overlooked or has false information spread. Who comforts those coming to terms with it and helping them see that they're not broken. Gay Akaashi and demi bisexual Bokuto who help with and donate to organizations that give aid to lgbtq+ children who were kicked out/helping them learn more. SakuAtsu and KageHina advocating for better treatment of lgbtq+ athletes. Sugawara being that super kind and open minded teacher who helps his students and acts as their safe space. Daichi who acts as a a guardian and walks home lqbtq+ people who are scared of being attacked and keeps watch for predators. Kenma who uses his platform as a safespace and sponsors different organizations and gives a place for people to have their voices heard, and Kuroo who backs and helps athletes who are facing backlash for being who they are.

[ojirominaj]

— HOW THEY CUDDLE YOU

featuring: multiple characters

content warnings: aran’s is longer than the rest i think. also a little bit suggestive in aran’s.

SUNA RINTAROU— holding you is literally one of his favourite things to do. you take naps frequently in his arms and he takes so many pictures, both good and bad and keeps them in this special album to look at when you’re away from him. also likes to be a little spoon from time to time but don’t let anyone know that because he’ll deny it forever.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME— lays your head on his chest and rubs your back as you tell each other random things that happened throughout your day. the best sleep aid because when it’s closer to night time his voice has an extra rasp to it and it. once you’re asleep he places a kiss on your forehead before telling you his daily ‘i love you.’

MIYA ATSUMU— head remains right between your thighs it’s his favourite place to lay. sometimes he turns his head so his chin is laying on your pelvis and he occasionally bites at your thighs because he’s an asswipe like that. you fall asleep in that position 9/10 and you always wake up complaining because he made your legs fall asleep >:(

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI— really awkward at initiating cuddles sometimes so you’ll just have to grab his hands and drag him to your bed to let him rest his head on your chest so you can run your ingers through his hair lol. loves being the little spoon! yeah big spoon is nice but he finds it so calming and always thanks you before placing a kiss onto your collarbone.

KUROO TETSURŌ— laying in his bed is really a challenge because big ceo man still likes to eat in his bed so most of the time you’ll randomly get stabbed by a random chip that dropped in the process :( but besides that he likes to have you straddle him and then he’ll wrap his arms around you because he finds the position comfortable for some reason.

MEIAN SHŪGO— bear hugs you when he cuddles lol. and it’s so annoying because he quite literally doesn’t let you move and you will most likely fall asleep (or attempt to) in any position he has you in. good thing is he doesn’t like staying in one position forever so he’ll move..eventually. just hope your body hasn’t fallen asleep before then <3

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ— another bear hugger! super cuddly once he gets home from practice and quite literally falls on top of you. but he’s sweaty so you tell him to go shower with a pout. likes to attack you with kisses or lays on your stomach so he can draw patterns on it and he likes to look up at you while he talks about his day or what happened at practice.

MIYA OSAMU— cuddles really wild. like you will have your limbs tangled up in weird ways but it works for you and neither of you complain. doesn’t really like talking while you cuddle so you just listen to the sound of each other’s breathing or if you’re not watching anything the sound of his heartbeat and it’s very calming to hear. really enjoys stroking your thighs while you cuddle for some reason lol.

ARAN OJIRO— a top tier cuddler if you will. when he comes home he heads straight to the shower and comes out to leap right into your arms. the smell of his body wash (he’s one of the few that doesn’t use 2 in one btw) combined with his soft skin and the warmth still radiating from his shower he’s literal heaven. i’m rambling so much lolol but he’s a big spoon and likes to place sweet kisses against your neck and near the shell of your ear to feel your squirm. laughs because he’s a meanie </3

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[kaes-wonderland]

❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝑨𝒔 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 ¡ ! ❞

↳Haikyuu ;; ☆pt.1☆???☆

↳ft. Tadashi Yamaguchi,,Satori Tendō,,Kōtarō Bōkuto,,Chikara Ennoshita,,Iwaizumi Hajime,,Kuroo Tetsuro,,Daichi Sawamura

❥Genre: Fluff

❥Word Count: 1.4k+

❥Synopsis: You walking up to some of your haikyuu besties, arms wide open in need of a hug as friends. [Reader can have any pronouns! No specific ones are specified. ^^]

❥Published: March 16, 2022

❥Kae’s Notes: Inspired by that TikTok trend where you randomly hug your friends to get their reactions. If you wanna see more parts with other characters, please ask!! I’ll be more than happy to do them. Also, I was trying to put their name colors associating with their team and there wasn’t grey/yellow for me to use for Bokuto…so I chose pink, the manliest color. Sorry not sorry for Kuroo’s! See my navi <3

¡ YAMAGUCHI ! ;;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥You know those people who just flinch when hugged? Even if they were lucky to not get touched by an unkind hand or what usually causes that, they just flinch. Maybe it was Tadashi's subconscious aiding him into not getting hurt again? Whatever it was, he was rather spooked by the hug, even when seeing it was you rested your head on his chest. "H-Heya...what's going on?" His hand slowly slid up to your head, twisting a lock of your hair around his index finger. You hummed softly, shrugging your shoulders. "Just wanna hug.." That caused Yamaguchi's freckled cheeks to burst into a pinky tone as his free hand rubbed at them like it was just something he could wipe off. If only it was that easy. Yet he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "You were pretty cute when you said that," He smiled down at you, but his eyes darted off to the side a few moments after you two made eye contact. Pulling you close, his hand moved up to rub the back of his neck before wrapping that arm around your shoulders. "I wouldn't mind sharing more with you...they're, uh, comforting and w-warm.."

¡ TENDŌ ! ;;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥A head-tilt with his brow cocked upwards was Satori's first reaction as soon as he caught you approaching him. As soon as you wrapped your arms around him—in a side hug position—a big goofy grin, wide enough to battle against the Cheshire Cat's, when he looked down at you. "Ooh, looks like someone lost their lil' gremlin. I'll tell ya, some people would lose their heads if they weren't attached to their bodies. Who do you belong to friend?" You giggled softly as he pursed his lips in thought, placing the side of one of his hands on his hairline as if he was searching for someone as his other arm draped around your shoulders. He hummed softly, slowly tapping his foot. "Well, since it looks like nobody's going to come to collect their gremlin, you're stuck with me—whether you like it or not." Ruffling your hair, a cheeky grin rested on Tendō's lips before he pulled you into his chest.

¡ BOKUTO ! ;;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥To express how excited Bokuto was to see you walking up to him with your arms slowly rising to meet him was an understatement. He started to get all fidgety as you waited at the entrance of the gym with small grabby hands—it could be taken as you waving to him, but he inwardly begged to have the chance to hug you. He would have run right up to you then and there if the coach wasn't in the middle of a speech, most likely how they are going to crush the next team that sets foot on their court. When coach Takeyuki dismissed the boys after seeing Bokuto wouldn't stop bouncing in place, the bi-color-haired male dashed toward you like a little kid to their parent who had just picked them up from Kindergarten. "Hey hey hey!!" He cheered, giving you a big bear hug lifting you off the ground, and swinging you side to side. "Have I ever told you that you're my favorite person to hug?? 'Cause it's true!" You ruffled Kōtarō's hair before gently pushing at his chest for him to put you down...which made him pout and snuggle into the crook of your neck. "'m not done yet.." he grumbled, squeezing you a bit tighter. You struggled for a few moments before awkwardly laughing, calling out, "Akaashi!! Help!"

¡ ENNOSHITA ! ;;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥He furrowed his brows and gave you a questionable stare as you walked up to him with pleading eyes. With his arms hung low, you soon looped your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. Chikara's arms hovered in the air as he tried to read on what exactly your intentions were. Were they to fluster him? Because his cheeks had a nice rosy glow to them. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked softly. Maybe you were feeling down and just needed a hug? You nod gently before hugging him a bit tighter, him letting out a chuckle before resting his hand on the small of your back, soothingly grazing his thumb. If we were being honest, Ennoshita probably needed the hug way more than he would like to admit at that moment. Free hugs from you? Any day of the week baby. "Alright, I'm here if you need to talk. And...no one could ever resist your hugs.." He responded with a half flustered smile, pulled you close so you didn't see how much of an absolute dork he looked like.

¡ IWAIZUMI ! ;;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥He barely paid notice to you at first. Yes, Hajime had a keen eye when it came to some things—like feeling people stare at him uncomfortably long, a rumor being spread around that he had eyes on the back of his head and no blind spots in his eyes—but it seemed the paper he had been staring at was getting all of the attention. And you weren't having it. You snuck behind him, wrapping your arms around him, hearing a growl escape his lips. "Will you stop that Oikawa-" He grabbed your wrist, yanking you around to meet his emerald eyes. Stared at you for a moment, he slowly let go of your wrist after realizing you weren't Oikawa. "Ugh, sorry Y/N, I-" You folded your arms over your chest. "I just wanted a hug, jeez." Iwaizumi's eyes immediately grew wide, again realizing he just messed up. "No, no...sh*t, c'mere," He carelessly threw his paper to the side before opening his arms for you to come into, his eyes closed and his pinkish face turned away from you. You unfold your arms and carefully wrapped your arms around him, him absentmindedly giving you a little squeeze as his muscular arms seem to perfectly wrap around your figure. "Sorry...and believe me when I say this—I don't waste my breath on meaningless things—...come hug me anytime. They'll always be open for you."

¡ KUROO ! ;;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Well hello." Is shockingly pleased an emotion? It was quite shocking for Kuroo to see you walk up to him with your arms extended to him. He had convinced it was for someone else, but he was dumbfounded to see it was him you were walking up to. And he was way too pleased caused a smirked tugged onto his lips. Playing hard to get was a playful thought that crossed his mind, but it wasn't every day he had a stunning person wanting a simple affection. His arms quickly snaked around your waist a bit of a flirty embrace was shared between the two of you, but the look that Tetsurō had on his face was priceless. A look of pure wonder as if he had just discovered the fountain of youth. Anyone who got the chance to catch this expression would be weirded that their lovable, somewhat laidback volleyball captain could muster a look like that—more likely, how can someone make him that happy. Composing himself, he pulled away and gave you his signature smile with a hand holding your waist and the other holding your hand close to his face. "You must be a compound of barium and beryllium because you're a total BaBe~"

¡ DAICHI ! ;;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥This boy. THIS MAN takes hugs and gives hugs like a champ. He is unaffected by the "awkwardness" some people feel or just is absentminded to the whole ordeal. So oblivious that Daichi didn't even see you coming while he was at his locker. As you went in for the side hug, his strong arm just wrapped around you like someone's always running into his arms. "Hey. Did you have a good day today?" You were honestly a little spooked that he didn't give somewhat of a reaction. Like we're all his fans hugging him that often? Your lips curled into a frown. "It's now ruined now I know you're used to random people hugging you." Daichi chuckled and shook his head. "I kind of have to be aware like that in case I have to grab one of the first or second years from murdering each other. And besides," He wrapped one arm around your waist while his free hand rested on the back of your head, lips lingering just shy of your ear. "You are not just a random person, you are someone very special to me."

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[pies-writes-and-more]

just friends

word count: 5,393

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

warnings: literally all fluff. maybe some swearing lol 

a/n: this literally was supposed to be a short fluffy drabble and turned into a full on fic haha. I wrote a lot of this while I was half asleep so please excuse any spelling mistakes haha. I hope you guys like it! 💕 gif below isn’t mind, creds to the original creator!

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Your window was only open slightly, meant for allowing the cool air to flow in, while also aiding for a certain somebody’s quick escape if it came down to that.

The Fukurōdani Academy Group Summer Camp started tomorrow. Well. Today, if you count the fact that it was already 2AM.

It had originally been 11PM. 3 hours ago, Akaashi Keiji had crawled up the side of your house and tapped his knuckles ever so softly on your window. It had freaked you out for a second until he texted you “Lemme in”, to which you then moved to the window to greet him with a confused look.

“Akaashi, if my parents hear you-” you started, glancing over your shoulder and hoping they hadn’t somehow managed to get to your bedroom door without you noticing.

“Then stay quiet and help me in,” he shrugged, slowly plopping into your room and smiling down at you. “How’s your evening?”

You just stared at him, “Akaashi, it’s late!” You hissed as he crawled into your bed and got comfortable like he was meant to be there. “What’re you doing awake anyways? Don’t you have to be up early for your training camp?”

Akaashi just gave a hum and a nod, patting the other side of the bed he wasn’t currently occupying and giving you a smile. You rolled your eyes and tucked yourself in next to him. It didn’t matter that the two of you were slightly squished, if anything your bed actually felt comfier this way.

Without any more questions, you and Akaashi laid there for hours, whispering as the time ticked by. Your legs slowly tangled together under the sheets and you fit in his side as if you were made to be there.

“What’re you thinking about?” Akaashi asked suddenly, his voice coated with fatigue, eyes lazily opening to look over at you and your pensive expression. It had been so long between topics, you had actually started to think he had fallen asleep.

“What do you mean?” You smiled back at him, your fingers still tracing along the lines on his palm like you had been for the past 10 minutes.

“You’re too quiet to be not thinking. And you’re obviously not sleeping. So what’re you thinking about?” Akaashi explained, interlacing your hands together for a moment. Just to see how they fit.

“Why did you come?” You questioned after a moment, turning to really look him in the eyes this time. Akaashi had such a soft demeanour about him tonight, a gentleness that you hardly ever saw when he and Bokuto were getting up to their usual mischief. But he was always kind and sweet to you, always took a moment of his day to tuck your hair behind your ear, or pluck a piece of fluff off your shoulder. Always put his plans on pause to ask you about your day, texted you about life and school and plans for the future.

His future included nationals. Playing in front of crowds and cameras, screaming fans and loud cheers. His future included volleyball. But you always wondered if there was room for you in that future too.

Akaashi paused, watching your eyes and for a moment, you could’ve sworn he had looked at your lips, a flicker of something different crossing his eyes. “I needed to see you.”

He said it so casually. As if this was normal. As if it was normal for a guy to crawl into a girl’s bedroom and lay in her bed like they were already married.

“I see you practically every day when we’re at school,” you pointed out, brushing a piece of hair from his eyes and trying to determine what he was really thinking because lord knows you could never tell.

Akaashi just stared some more at you, eyes slowly blinking from exhaustion. “I’ll be busy the next few weeks. With volleyball. And I know you’ve got plans for the summer too. I just... wanted to see you before I got all busy. I wanted to just be here with you and pretend like i could come back here.”

“You could,” you added quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, because then he looked at you with surprise. “I like it when you come by,” you admitted to him quietly, sitting up slightly in your bed. “I’m going to miss you while you’re all busy this summer.”

“I can make time,” Akaashi said hurriedly, his teeth tugging on his lips as he sat up with you. “For you. I can make time.”

You look at him with a smile, his thumb grazing over your hand again as he interlaced your fingers together once more. The two of you sat there, both wanting to ask the hovering question that sat buried in your throats.

What are we?

We’re friends, you’d always insist to your friends.

But friends don’t come crawling into your room at the middle of the night to hold you and hold your hand.

We’re just friends, Akaashi had told the team before with flushed cheeks.

But no friend of Akaashi’s had ever made him so nervous, Bokuto pointed out. And friends don’t stare at each other across the room the way you two do.

What are we?

“You should go,” you pointed out as you felt the tensions rising, glancing at the clock. It was almost 3:30AM now. Maybe it was sleep exhaustion or maybe you were just tired of never knowing what you were to Akaashi, but you knew if you didn’t get him out of your room now, you might end up spilling your guts to him.

Had she felt me try to get the courage to confess? Akaashi wondered as he gathered his things, moving to leave from the window again. But not before he wrapped you up into another hug, pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Do friends give forehead kisses?

“I’ll miss you,” he stated as he started to climb out the window.

“It’s not like you’re going across the world,” you teased with an awkward sort of laugh. “I’ll come see you guys maybe. When you’re not too busy.”

It could’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to lighten up at this idea. He nodded and pulled his backpack off for a moment to pull a hoodie from it. “To keep you warm when I’m not around,” he told you as he handed it to you. So casual. Like this was just something friends do.

“T-Thanks,” you tried to hide your smile, tried to hide the fact that you wanted to squeal out like a little girl. You held onto the hoodie as he gave you another little wave and crawled out of your house. You held it tighter as he landed on the ground, looking up at you and smiling at you like you were his romantic interest.

Do friends look at each other like that?

When he disappeared from view, you held the hoodie to your chest, smiling as you smelt his cologne or body wash or whatever the hell it was that made Akaashi smell like Akaashi. You crawled back into bed after closing your window tightly and turning off the lights, still gripping onto the hoodie he had left with you.

Do friends miss each other almost immediately after they’re gone? A few days later and there was Akaashi crawling through your window again. You heard the knock on the glass and found him with a tired smile on his face.

“Are you just going to keep visiting me in the middle of the night?” You asked with a giggle, watching him flop into your bed and open his arms asking you to join him.

“I have to look at sweaty annoying boys all day. What’s wrong with seeing a pretty girl every now and then?” He asked as you crawled in. Do friends say things like that to each other?

“Aw it can’t be all that bad,” you insisted, avoiding his eyes as you tried to wave off the compliment. “Bokuto is rather nice to look at.”

Akaashi huffed a bit, tickling your sides briefly until you reminded him in a harsh whisper that your parents were asleep. “Stop thinking about another boy while I’m here with you,” he stuck his tongue out at you playfully.

“Sorry I’ll stick to thinking about them when you’re not around,” you teased, making him poke at your side some more.

Did friends get jealous that easily?

“Why did you come?” You asked him after a while, tracing soft lines with your finger tips down his cheek and jawline, as if carefully measuring out a masterpiece because that’s exactly what he was. “Is the training camp really that bad?”

“Nah it’s alright. It’s fun getting to play with some new teams. Bokuto gets all excited about showing off his skills,” Akaashi responded softly, his eyes closing slowly as the two of you spoke.

“Aren’t you sore? From all your games?”

“Extremely. I’m not going to feel my legs tomorrow that’s for sure.”

“You shouldn’t have walked all this way then, idiot. You’re going to tire out your legs even more.”

“It’s worth it if I get to see you,” his voice was so quiet you weren’t even sure he actually said it. You looked up at him and found his eyes open again, watching you as if gauging your reaction.

Did friends make you feel like your heart would beat out of your chest? Do friends walk all the way to your house in the middle of the night after exercising all day?

What are we?

You wanted to ask, the words forming at your lips. The question was begging to be answered, pleading at your vocal cords to produce some sort of sound.

But what if you were reading into things?

What if friends really do all the things you wondered about? What if you weren’t exactly friends but weren’t anything more either? What if Akaashi saw you as a placeholder. A warm body to be everything a girlfriend could be until he found someone actually worthy.

What if you really were just friends?

Akaashi left a few moments later, groaning softly as he stretched and giving you another exhausted smile as he insisted he’d be back some other time. He traded sweaters with you, pulling out a brand new one for you from his bag and taking the one he had left earlier.

“I’m okay with this one Akaashi, why are you giving me another?” You asked confusedly.

He shrugged and you could’ve sworn there was a blush on his cheeks, “Just cause.”

He wrapped you up in a hug, pressed another kiss to your forehead and slipped out the window. Then spent the whole walk back shaking his head at himself for not saying what he wanted to say.

“Because I like how my clothes smell like you after you wear them,” he spoke aloud into the quiet night. “Because I wanted a part of me to always be with you. Because I don’t want you thinking about Bokuto, I want you thinking about me. Because I wanted to walk all this way to tell you how I felt and I chickened out again.”

The reasons piled into his head and he angrily kicked at some rocks as he walked. Why was it so much easier to think of why when he walked away?

“Because I want to know what we are,” he whispered to himself, stopping his footsteps and staring at the sky for a moment before walking further from you.

More days passed and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when you didn’t hear from Akaashi as much. He was busy. You were busy. Everyone was busy, you told yourself. It’s not like he forgot about you. Or that he decided to ghost you.

It’s not like he found someone else. It was a volleyball training camp, who could he have found?

You wanted to tell yourself that there wasn’t anyone else and even if there was, it’s not like you had a claim to him anyway. You and Akaashi were just friends.

But you still waited for him every night, looking out the window in hopes he’d come.

Finally you heard a little tap at your window, and there was Akaashi with another tired grin. He seemed like he was glowing more than usual. He seemed bigger, more toned under his jacket.

“I missed you,” you told him shyly and the two of you curled back under the sheets together again.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pressing his lips briefly against your forehead. “I got all caught up in training and even after the day is gone, everyone still wants to practice. Even that blond boy from Karasuno seems like he’s getting into it.”

You smiled and nodded, thinking about the few texts that Akaashi seemed to get out to you when he wasn’t so busy, “I’m sure everyone’s training hard for Nationals.”

Akaashi nodded and smiled, shifting so he was lying on his back and staring at your ceiling, “It’s getting really close. We got to be the best we can be.”

“You’re already really good. But I know you guys will win it all,” you beamed up at him excitedly. It was one of your favourite things, watching them play. And these National games always came with such excitement.

“Only if you’re there cheering us on,” Akaashi glanced at you, as if he had asked if you were coming and waiting for you to confirm.

“Of course,” you nodded up at him. “I wanna watch my boys beat everyone! Wipe the floor with them!”

Akaashi smirked and held onto you a little tighter, fingers dancing along your skin gently.

Did friends send tingles up your spine when they touched you? Because you hadn’t noticed it with anyone else but him.

“I can’t stay long tonight, love,” he whispered to you softly after an hour of whispered conversations passed. “I told Bokuto I’d wake up early with him and get some more practice.”

You nodded understandingly, though your heart felt a little as he started to move, “After your camp, maybe we can start doing all those summer things you wanted to do. When you’re not practicing of course.”

Akaashi chuckled and nodded, “Sure. Ice cream, find a beach, go swimming, whoop your ass in a water balloon fight,” he listed off.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder back as you insisted that he was definitely going to lose a water balloon fight.

His hands grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into another hug. This time a bit tighter, like he was scared you were fading away, “I’m sorry I can’t stay,” he murmured to you, pulling away slightly to look down at you. “But I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

Why did everything he say always seemed like something a boyfriend would say? Do friends say things like that?

“I know you’re busy, Akaashi, don’t worry,” you told him with a small shrug, staring at your hands nervously.

“Y/N...”

There was something in his tone... something so foreign. You looked up at him and saw nervousness in his eyes, his hands sliding down your arms to hold your hands.

“Yea?”

Akaashi cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes glancing between yours and your hands.

“I- We...” he started.

What are we?

Three words.

Or maybe he should ask what you wanted you two to be?

Is that too much? Is that too pushy?

What if you didn’t think there needed to be anything more to this relationship? What if he was overthinking it? What if this was just for fun and you really were into Bokuto?

“Are you okay, Akaashi?” You asked after a moment of him stuttering.

“Yeah... we’ll do all those things and more,” he finally managed out, his eyes avoiding yours more now. “Promise.”

You nodded slowly, wishing he would keep holding your hand as you two moved away from each other. He traded sweaters with you again, pressed another kiss to your forehead, and disappeared into the night.

You spent the night wondering what he had started saying. Why was he so nervous tonight? What was it about tonight that made him so awkward? You hadn’t seen Akaashi nervous in a lot of situations. He was always so calm, but not tonight for some reason. Could it be that he was nervous… just like you were? Could it actually be that you two were something other than just friends?

It was the last day of the summer training camp and the smell of cooking meat made Akaashi’s mouth water. He looked around him, carefully calculating exactly what kind of meats he wanted to grab off of the barbecues. He and Komi chatted with Tsukishima briefly about their baby Ace’s tantrums, Akaashi smirking to himself as he watched his idiotic best friend going around with Hinata, drooling over the lunch. 

“When Bokuto told me to swing by for lunch, this isn’t quite what I expected.”

There was a little lurch in Akaashi’s chest, hearing that voice. He swung around to see you standing there, Suzumeda giving you a little wave after she had shown you to where the team was. “Glad you could swing by! It’s not every day we get to hang out with Akaashi’s friend,” she snickered, a teasing tone in the way she said friend. 

You and Akaashi both just looked at her funny before turning back to each other, a smile on your face, “Did you miss me?”

Akaashi just gave you a little smirk, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you into a hug, “Obviously.” He smiled down at you. “Sorry, did you say Bokuto told you to come?” He asked suddenly, looking around to find a wide smiled owl looking Bokuto behind him.

“I just thought that you’d actually smile a bit if she came by!” Bokuto insisted with a laugh, hands on his hips all proud-like. “Good to see you, Y/N! Must be nice to come by and hang out with Akaashi huh?”

You smiled up at him and moved to pat his head affectionately, “Of course! But I like coming to see you too, Bokuto,” you teased.

Bokuto’s smirk seemed different this time as he gave Akaashi a wink, “Sure but there’s nothing wrong with being here solely for Akaashi so you two have some time together,” he grinn, poking your nose playfully.

Before you could ask him what he meant, questioning his word choices and teasing sort of tone, Bokuto got called across the field, eagerly grabbing a plate with the food.

“Are you hungry?” Akaashi asked, nodding towards the gloriously smelling food. You nodded but stayed at his side, finding the massive groups of boys a little daunting. “I’ll get you something then, you can stay around here.”

“Thank you,” you squeezed his arm gently and he just gave you one of those kind soft smiles before disappearing into the crowd.

“Come on! She’s super sweet, you’ll love her!” Suzumeda was saying, dragging a bunch of girls in your direction. You blinked in surprise, Shirofuku giving you a wave as she also made her way over.

“How you doing, Y/N?” Shirofuku wrapped her arms around you excitedly, squeezing you into a hug. “You should’ve come with us! You could’ve been a big help keeping these boys in line.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m not quite sure I could do what you guys do,” you insisted shyly, smiling at the other girls who were smiling at you. “Hiya! I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you offered to the new faces.

Soon, you met all the managers from the other schools and it didn’t take long for you all to be laughing and joking about the various attitudes and characters your teams all had.

“Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Kiyoko asked suddenly, noting the lack of food in your hand. “We have lots, and I’m sure some of these boys don’t need to have 7 helpings!”

You nodded and glanced behind your shoulder, finding Akaashi yelling at Bokuto for trying to steal all the meat. “Akaashi already said he’d grab me a plate. Figure it’s better than me getting lost in that group,” you pointed out and turned your eyes back to the girls. 

They were all sharing grins with each other, Suzumeda giggling, “Aren’t they adorable?”

You blinked in surprise as they laughed some more, tilting your head, “Who?”

“You!” Ōtaki laughed. “I don’t know Akaashi much but Shirofuku and Suzumeda told me you two really bring the best out of each other.”

You paused a bit more and the Fukurodani girls noted your hesitation, “Sorry, was it supposed to be a secret?” Shirofuku asked with wide eyes. “Leave it to Bokuto to go spilling everyone’s secrets!”

Your eyebrows furrowed more as you glanced between the girls, “I’m so confused. What secret?”

“That you and Akaashi were dating! We heard he snuck away between days here at the summer camp to go see you and that he finally confessed!” Suzumeda explained, her smile getting more and more stiff as you seemed more and more confused.

“Akaashi and I are just friends,” you insisted nervously, heart pounding against your chest. “W-Why would Bokuto tell people that?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that! I thought it was pretty obvious you two liked each other,” Kiyoko admitted, the rest of the girls apologizing profusely. You shook your hands in front of each other, insisting that it wasn’t their fault that Bokuto was being dumb again, your face heating up from embarrassment.

You wondered just how many other people Bokuto had been whispering this news to, but it didn’t take long for you to find out. You excused yourself from the girls, saying you were going to find Akaashi and your food, but really just feeling way too embarrassed to look them in the eye.

You met with a few Karasuno third years, Daichi grinning as he told you that Akaashi had mentioned you before and said nothing but good things.

“It’s really great to finally meet you!” Sugawara had chimed in. “Bokuto told us about your new relationship so congratulations! I have to say, Akaashi seems like he’s smiling more that you’re around.”

You quickly insisted to them as well that you and Akaashi were in fact not dating and that you weren’t quite sure why Bokuto had gone round telling otherwise. The third years apologized on their behalf, sheepishly walking back to their team as you excused yourself yet again.

Even some of the Furkurodani boys grinned at you and gave you a thumbs up, thanking you for making Akaashi smile every now and then. As much as you wanted to take credit for those smiles, you weren’t quite sure how to awkwardly tell them that you and their setter were just. friends.

Did Bokuto not realize that you and Akaashi were just friends? Why was he torturing you like this? It’s not like he didn’t know you were constantly staring at his best friend. You wanted to slip away, hide in a corner, because now it felt like everyone was looking at you differently. You were no longer just a friend of the Fukurodani boys, now you were Akaashi’s girlfriend. You wanted that title more than anything, but not like this. And what would he say when he found out? He’d probably kill Bokuto for insinuating that the two of you were dating because you two were just friends. Just. Friends. And nothing more.

You finally managed to find Akaashi, who was giving a weird look to some of the Karasuno boys, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “-who told you that?” He asked, a slight hint of surprise in his voice.

“Bokuto!” A small redhead grinned widely, catching your eye and his eyes widening, “Your boyfriend is so cool!” He yelled at you before stuffing his face with more food.

Akaashi whirled around to see you, both of you sharing a look of what the hell is going on? “I’m going to kill him,” he huffed as he walked over to you, handing you a plate of food. “I’m sorry I took so long but I piled enough on there for the two of us. But… everyone keeps asking me… questions.”

“About… us?” You asked slowly and he just shifted in his stance, nodding slowly. “Me too. Bokuto seems to have a big mouth for things that don’t exist.”

Don’t exist, the words rang in Akaashi’s head as he tried to remind himself that as much as he wanted, you two weren’t dating. He wasn’t sure why Bokuto had it in his mind that you were, or that he could go telling literally everyone around, but he would kill him first and ask questions later.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto yelled, as if he felt you two thinking about him and magically appeared behind you two. “How’s the happy couple!?”

“Bokuto, what did you do?” You groaned, not at all hungry anymore even though the food on the plate still smelled incredible.

“Do?” He asked, tilting his head as Akaashi groaned. “Why do you two look so stressed? It’s a BBQ!”

“Bokuto, you idiot. Why does everyone think we’re dating?” Akaashi asked him, flicking his upperclassman in the head. “What did you do?”

“Aren’t you?” Bokuto asked with a furrowed brow, looking between you two. “I thought all those nights Akaashi snuck away, I thought he finally got up the courage to tell you how he feels,” he told you, an oblivious and concerned look in his eyes. “Did he not tell you?”

“N-No,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hot again. What would it take to just forget all of this happened? To forget that Bokuto just insinuated that Akaashi has feelings for you? It had to be a lie right? Akaashi was going to insist that he didn’t have feelings for you and that you two were just friends. You didn’t want to hear it - you’d give anything to just slip away and forget this whole day ever happened. 

“Bokuto, I hadn’t told her yet,” Akaashi sighed instead, shaking his head. 

“You chickened out again?” Bokuto gaped, patting his friend’s shoulder in comfort. “It’s okay, I’m sure it’ll go great when you finally tell her!” He insisted, as if you weren’t standing right there.

“Tell me what?” You asked quietly, watching Akaashi’s somewhat strained expression. Why did he seem so nervous? What did Bokuto mean when he said Akaashi chickened out again? You didn’t want to believe that all of this meant what you thought it meant because getting your hopes up was terrifying. But you stared at him anyways, waiting for someone to explain to you like you were a child. 

Bokuto just grinned, looking between you two as if watching a film and waiting for the ending. “Go on, tell her!” Bokuto insisted to his friend, nudging him towards you.

Akaashi had a flush on his cheeks and he was starting to avoid your eyes. His weight shifted back and forth on his feet as he played with his fingers, sighing quietly, “I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, Y/N,” he admitted softly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. This couldn’t be happening now, could it? You were just friends, you were just friends, you were just friends. The words had been repeating in your head ever since Akaashi had first snuck into your room. You two were only friends - there was nothing more. You had to believe that. Because if there was something more, it meant leaving your heart open to be broken. What if he only liked you because you were available? What if he didn’t really see anything in you? What if he moved away after high school and the two of you drifted apart? Losing a friend hurts, but if you two took the next step and then you lost your friend and a lover? It would be devastating. 

“Stop overthinking,” Akaashi stated after a moment, his eyes finally catching yours and seeing that telltale sign that you were spiraling mentally. He took the plate from your hands, setting it on a nearby table so you weren’t holding it for forever. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. I wanted to tell you that night before the summer camp. And every other time that I came to see you. I’ve been wanting to tell you since that day we spent at the park and you kept picking flowers for me. You don’t make me feel like I need to be anything more than me.” Akaashi swallowed hard as he watched your eyes, feeling a little light headed as the words spilled from his lips. “I know we’re friends. But I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Y/N…”

“You don’t?” You asked softly, biting down on your inner cheek nervously. Was this really happening? Your hands were trembling at your sides, looking up at Akaashi like everyone else had disappeared (though you could still feel Bokuto squirming and squealing beside you, watching the interaction). 

Akaashi just gave you that same smile he always did, taking one of your hands and giving it a squeeze, “I’m tired of always telling people that we’re just friends. I don’t want just any friend in my sweaters and I don’t go climbing into people’s rooms in the middle of the night just because they’re a friend.”

“You did what?” Bokuto gasped, eyes widening but immediately shushing when Akaashi sent him a little glare for interrupting. 

Akaashi took another breath and just shook his head slightly, “I want us to be more than friends, Y/N. So maybe if you’re okay with it, we can start telling people that Bokuto isn’t a liar and that… you are my girlfriend?”

You looked around the space, expecting the sky to be falling or some imaginary creature to randomly show up. Because this had to be a dream right?

“You’re not dreaming, dummy,” Akaashi laughed, seeing the panic in your eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. But I needed this off my chest,” he explained, starting to let go of your hand. You watched as a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes before you grabbed his hand again, squeezing.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed out shakily. “I just… always thought you wanted to be just friends. But I’ve always wanted something more with you.”

Akaashi’s face broke out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen before, pulling you into a tighter hug than he’s ever given you before, actually forcing a breath from your lungs.

“Don’t kill her before your first date!” Bokuto screeched, trying to pry Akaashi’s arms from around you. “God, that took you guys forever! I gotta go tell everyone that I’m not a liar now!” Bokuto beamed, rushing away from the new couple to shout it from the top of his lungs that his best friend finally had a girlfriend.

Akaashi laughed a bit and shook his head, watching his idiotic friend bounce around. “You should eat,” he pointed out after your hug was interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

You nodded and smiled up at him, “Only if you eat with me.”

“Of course. Can’t leave my girlfriend to eat on her own now, can I?” He teased, a smile on his face as he realized how easy and natural it seemed to call you that. The two of you walked around before finding a spot to eat, mingling with those around you.

You watched as Akaashi talked to people, so calm and almost unaffected by everything that just happened. But then he’d look at you with a smile, open his mouth for you to feed him and take your hand in his, and you felt like you were falling for him all over again. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself later thinking about how many people you were going to have to hear “I KNEW IT” from. Because maybe you and Akaashi were just a little bit more than friends.

Okay fine, a lot more.

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[rinniekawa]

how you fell in love with him after a toxic relationship

pairing: suna, oikawa, osamu, hinata, tanaka, nishinoya, osamu, kuroo, bokuto, kenma, asahi, lev, yamaguchi, atsumu

warnings: mentions of a ex-boyfriend, my english

notes: ‘m sorry for the mess writing, i’m kinda sleepy but i really wanted to write

You fell in love with his words. Everything coming from his mouth was reassuring like a band-aid on a wounded knee.

Everything started two years ago, when you broke up with your ex. At first , you thought everything was ok but after a few weeks your world started to stumble down and then your eyes finally opened to the sorrowful reality: where you thought there was love, only pain and venom existed.

You shut your doors to everyone around you. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he treated you, how you swallow so much shit just to keep him next to you. You felt numb and plain.

Until the day he showed up. A friend of yours introduced you and it took him one week to make you talk. He wasn’t always around you and maybe that’s why you didn’t mind speaking with him. Among everyone, he didn’t know you nor tried to approach you like the other people after hearing about the break up.

He was light. He always seemed to know how to make you laugh and how to send away the thoughts about your miserable past relationship. Maybe the thing you liked the most about him was his ability to make you feel too comfortable. Around him, you weren’t afraid of expressing your thoughts because he would get it; you could talk about your favorite tv show as much as you wanted because you knew that he would listen to every word.

After weeks, you told him about your ex and he, once again, listened and explained to you that it’s ok to feel like that. He forced you to sit with him after classes and together, you wrote a list about your qualities. if i’m being honest, he already knew what to write but he wanted you around anyways

When you said you love him, he answered back by giving you the most air-freshening relation you could ask for. There was no space for venom, a wide tulips field was the closest thing you could use to describe how unique was to have someone like him to cherish you and to help you in your falls.

Hajime, Asahi, Kenma, Suna, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Osamu

You fell in love with his actions. His touch could be easily compared to a feather tickling your skin.

Taking showers was the worst part after the break up. Feeling the water touching your skin was a constant reminder that nothing could clean your innermost from every time that he dirtied you. You found yourself multiple times running from people’s touch, even the slightest touch in the arm was enough to trigger you.

When he noticed your behaviour, you caught his attention. The main reason was who hurt you so badly to make you act like that.

On a breezy day, you were leaving the school and noisy runsteps resonated behind you. Your head tilted and the previous pale cheeks turned red. You never saw him before but he was gorgeous.

In a weird way, he started talking with you about the most random things, without getting closer. With no complaints , you nourished the conversation and without noticing, five months flew through your eyes.

After five months, he found courage to ask you if he could hug you. Your body tensed and for a second, your mind rewinded to the old days but this time , there was a blurry face that stopped you from getting deeper in your thoughts. Trying to focus, you saw him. The guy with whom you talked almost every night about random stuff, the person who listened to your story and forced you to hang out with, giving you all his attention during the movie you picked.

His eyes widened when you were the one who hugged. Your arms were shaking around his neck and your tiptoes were trying to find the balance. But that wasn’t necessary anymore; a pair of strong and warm arms held you tightly. He could feel your heart racing and maybe that became his favorite sensation, right after having you in his arms.

The next weeks you both hugged at the school entrance and sometimes he found enough space to ruffle your hair. For some reason, having him touching you felt like having a solid base. Maybe because he respected you since day one and now everything you could wait for was the end of classes to have him protecting you with his arms, like a shield.

Months passed, small touches happened and one day you waited and walked with him to the closest park. When both seated the words came from your mouth more freely than you expected.

After hearing you saying the three little words, he said sorry before kissing you desperately. His hands cupped your red cheeks and his honey lips added a new taste in your mouth after months of dryness and saltiness. An explosion of colors collapsed in your mind and unconsciously, you kissed him back.

Confessing him that you love him, gave you the best rollercoaster trip you could ask.

Atsumu, Oikawa, Hinata, Bokuto, Kuroo, Nishinoya, Lev

[duckymcdoorknob]

happy valentine's day!!! i'd like to participate in your event! can i order a box with wrapping paper? and with dark chocolate (akaashi) in oval shape? and for fillings i'd like marshmallow and raspberry creme! thanks a lot!!

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Thank you for this incredible request!!

I decided to try my luck with reverse comfort!! I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

(Okay ouchie I hate making him be sad lmao.)

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Keiji knew that what he was seeing was merely a dream and nothing else… right? It couldn’t be real. The way Kuroo looked at him with nothing but pure remorse, the way that his sweet little bow-tie had his neck in a choke hold, the way that another man just swept you off your feet…

Now? He was at his own wedding, watching his best friend leaving the venue, with you hot on his heels.

-

Akaashi awoke with a very sudden start. His mouth was dry and his throat was constricted. He couldn’t feel anything except for the tightness in his chest, and the panting breaths he laboriously took.

As tears rushed to his eyes, he began to tremble at the thought.

Did he really lose you to Bokuto?

With a quavering hand, he reached around next to him, expecting to meet your sleeping figure.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t.

His eyes widened as he covered his mouth with one hand.

It was actually quite the opposite. You had awoke a little early and was enticed by the rising sun. So, you decided to make a mug of your favorite warm drink and cuddle up next to the window. Fuzzy blanket and yummy drink? Life was good…

Except, a few quiet noises broke your sense of bliss and heightened your sense of urgency. The noises sounded like labored gasps.

With a furrow of your brows, you placed your drink down on the end table and began to walk towards you and Akaashi’s shared bedroom, pushing open the ajar door.

When you opened it, your eyes locked with Keiji’s wide and tear filled ones. He looked like a lost puppy, absolutely terrified.

You immediately rush to his aid “Keiji? Sweetheart??” you close the door behind you for safe keeping. “Can you hear me, honey?”

Akaashi could only reach out for you shakily, still not convinced you were actually there.

You took his hand and immediately felt remorseful at its shakiness. “Hey… are you crying? My love, can you talk to me?”

You took your lover into a tight hug, pulling his head close to your chest. “I’m right here. Please don’t be scared.”

Keiji broke down in your grasp. His cries were loud and desperate, yet laced with as much relief as a man could muster.

He hadn’t lost you.

Thank the gods.

You rocked your lover in your arms, running your fingers through his hair gently. “Everything will be alright, shhhh.”

“T-thought I… thought I lo-ost you.” He managed to whimper out.

“Oh, my darling. It was just a bad dream. I’ll never leave you, ever.” You replied in a sweet whisper.

Akaashi lifted his head to meet your eye, relieved to see you smiling back at him.

When you wiped his tears away, his worst fears were washed away.

You were here in his most vulnerable moment, and that’s enough for him.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[sugamamacustard]

Please don’t let me go

Pairing:  Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, NSFW

Request: HIII my favourite author!!! Happy new year 💜. Wishing you a very happy 2021. Ok sooo i got a scenario In mind. You don't have to write it if you don't want to Reader (half wolf/half omega, and if you don't write half wolf, then omega) in a pack (maybe like you know joint nekoma, fukorodani and karasuno but it's ok if you don't write that, only nekoma then in case) where their pack hasn't exactly accepted them, they're very cold with her. Reader , who has madly been in love with kuroo (cuz I'm such a kuroo lover) for very long, doesn't mind and continues to take care of everyone, making sure their ok and basically like having a soft sweet motherly attitude despite how they treat reader. But at one point reader is just fed up and feels very hurt, thinking they hate them and blames themselves. They also have to keep seeing kuroo bring in other girls for his heat and that Hurts them a lot. So reader thinks they never needed them and slowly stops contacting them. That's when everyone realises they fucked up and tried to find them but they can't. Until one day reader comes to practice and says their joining another pack and apologies for not being enough and all, how would the pack and kuroo, who loves them, stop them, apologize and make it up with them? Angst to fluff, and if you want idk if you write it but nsfw. You don't have to write it ofc! It's just a quick scenario that came to my mind. Please ignore this if you don't want to write it, and sorry if it's too specific and long 🥺

Summary:   You were excited when the other packs joined yours, even finding solace in one of the alphas of one, but suddenly, you weren’t needed. Wanted. Not what he desired. And that hurt. So you do the only thing you can think of. Try to find someone who will comfort your poor omega heart.

Author’s Note: I’m your favorite 🥺 🥺 Happy new year babes!  And I was reading this, and I just kept getting more and more ideas and began writing it right away Hope you enjoy!

Requests: Open!

Keep in Mind! This heavily based off of my Dragon/Shifter! AU from my mainblog! (@Angstyclowns) . The long short of it, is that Shifters have three forms. The first, is completely human. Though the person still has some attributes (Better sight, smell, hearing, etc.) they don’t have any visible features. The second form gives the shifter about half of their features. Tails, ears, wings, fangs, things like that. The third is the “full form”. This is a full dragon, wolf, cat, dog, etc.. You aren’t able to talk in this form, but you do have full control of your actions. I can go into more depth in this AU! if you all want, be sure to let me know!

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵ The Fukorodani pack was big. Huge maybe. 

➵ It was made up of three different, smaller, packs that had combined for both numbers and power. Karasuno, (the namesake) Fukorodani, and Nekoma. 

➵ You were originally apart of Fukorodani, only really close with Akaashi and Bokuto and had yet to get close with anyone else. 

➵ You still cared for them though. 

➵ You prepped meals in the morning, making enough for everyone. 

➵ Made sure you always had band-aids just in case.

➵ You took the role of pack omega well. 

➵ But people still seemed to hold you at an arms length. 

➵ You at first brushed it off, as they were getting used to being in such a big pack, but as they got more comfortable with Bokuto and Akaashi, you began to feel this sense of unease. 

➵ It was obvious they didn’t trust you, but you couldn’t quite place why. 

➵ It soon got to the point where even Akaashi and Bokuto were spending less and less time with you. 

➵ Your omega was hurt and you felt completely deserted. 

➵ You had no idea what was happening. Did you do something wrong?

➵ You didn’t think so. You just did what you always did. Maybe you were too clingy. 

➵ Too overbearing. 

➵ Yeah, that was it. Right? 

➵ Too much too soon. 

➵ So you slowly began pulling away. You stopped making breakfast (Staying in your nest and feigning being asleep when Akaashi or Suga would come check up on you.). 

➵ Stopped carrying medical supplies. Which hurt at first when Hinata or Noya would excitedly ask you for a cartoon printed band-aid, but immediately frowned when you said you didn’t have any.

➵ You just stopped...caring? 

➵ You went on runs a lot more, staying out later and later and leaving earlier and earlier. There were days when no one saw you at all-- Bokuto ending up crying on those days, almost as if his alpha knew you were pulling away. 

➵ He would make an effort to spend the next day with you but then the process would just repeat itself. He’d be gone with Kuroo for days, weeks on end and you were stuck alone one more time. 

➵ “We always have an opening.” Daishou hummed, stretching his arms out as his forked tongue wiggled between his lips. Your tail swiped behind you as your ears fell back. “We could use a wolf like you. Strong legs, strong jaw, good looks-” 

➵ “Don’t.” You sighed, wrapping your tail around your waist and wringing it gently with your hands. “I appreciate the offer, but I- I can’t. I just-”

➵ “I get it. It’s that damned cat, yeah?” The olive haired alpha smirked, playing with one of his scaled fingers. He chuckled at your red cheeks, licking his teeth all the while.  

➵ It was not secret that you fell for the Pack alpha of Nekoma, Kuroo, quickly. Though Daishou (A snake shifter that you ran into during one of your all day runs) didn’t approve of the crush, he didn’t interfere with it. He respected it, in fact, encouraging it on days he felt good. 

➵ You could honestly say Daishou was one of your closest friends at the moment. He always allowed you into his territory, his pack supporting and loving you all the while. 

➵ He had offered to let you join his pack, in fact, but you turned him down. You were tied with Fukorodani, with Akaashi, with Bokuto. They were your family.

➵ Whether or not they saw you the same way, that was how you saw them. 

➵ Your inner omega kept reminding you that Daishou was also your family. 

➵ You suppose the final straw was seeing Kuroo laughing with some random Beta girl. She smelled like cheap perfume, making you reel. You merely watched as he kissed her neck, nipping her ear, quickly taking her to his room. His rut was around the corner so you knew what was going on. 

➵ Didn’t mean you had to like it though. 

➵ Maybe like a rebellious teenager, this kicked off that side you had been hiding.

➵ Instead of disappearing for a day every few weeks, you disappeared for days, one right after the other. You would pop in for a change of clothes, shift into your wolf and you were gone. 

➵ You were strategic about it too. You made sure one person saw you enter, just to assure everyone else you were alive. You made sure they were far enough away they couldn’t catch you even if they shifted-- which most did. They tried to talk to you, just once.

➵ But you had routes made in the deep of night to get you out of sight, running through water to get rid of your scent, just doing everything to make you disappear. 

➵ And slowly, but surely, Daishou and his pack began considering you their omega, just as you began forgetting about the Fukorodani pack. 

➵ Everyone on the other side just got worse though. More often than not, meals were either ordered in or skipped all together. Alphas snapped on each other, Betas snarled in retaliation, omegas were hissing and closing in. 

➵ While Bokuto and Akaashi were expected to be the worst of this all, they weren’t. While they growled and hissed and snapped, they didn’t snarl. They were recluse and kept away, looking for you day in and day out instead. 

➵ The worst of all was Kuroo. He snarled and snapped, baring his teeth at anyone who crossed his path. That beta girl? She ran out a week ago, bleeding from her hand because Kuroo had bitten her for touching him when he told her to go away. 

➵ Even Kenma had been on the receiving end of a near-close call, making everyone turn their attention to what his issue was. 

➵ They only got their answer on one of the few short trips you made back. You smelled heavily like the territory next door, so much so they could smell it from your room while you were re-packing your bag. 

➵ Your nest had been dismantled and one of the several blankets in there was folded and you began putting it into your bag, only for Kuroo to slam open your door. 

➵ You chirped in surprise, crawling back from the seething alpha. He was angry, you could tell, and you didn’t want to get in his way. 

➵ You bowed your head, quickly zipping up your bag before making your way to the window. 

➵ You couldn’t deal with him right now. Not with your feelings, not with his anger. You just couldn’t. 

➵ “Where the fuck are you going?” He hissed, stomping to your window and shutting it before you could crawl through. 

➵ “I- I don’t- Just-”

➵ He stopped you, sniffing your neck. “You smell like him.”

➵ “Who’s him?”

➵ “That fucking snake! Who else?!” Teeth are dragged dangerously down your neck, making you shudder. “What the fuck are you doing near him?”

➵ “Dai-”

➵ “Don’t fucking say his name. Answer the question. Why were you near him?! His pack?! We are right here. We’re your pack. Not them.” He sounded close to exploding,  making you whine as you withdrew. 

➵ He ran a hand through his hair as he paced in front of you. “Were we not good enough? Huh? You needed another pack? WHY WEREN’T WE GOOD ENOUGH?!” 

➵ You didn’t realize it, but you began shaking, slowly drawing in on yourself, trying to seem as small as possible. 

➵ You didn’t want to make the alpha angry. Why was he so angry? 

➵ “Tell me!” Looking up, you hiccupped as tears began streaming down your face, Kuroo having his own tears dripping down his cheeks. “Why wasn’t I good enough?”

➵ He collapsed in front of you, hands yanking on his hair. 

➵ And while you were hesitant, you slowly crept closer. He was shaking his head by the time you got close enough to hear him whispering “Please don’t leave.” Making your heart and omega whine. 

➵ “I-” You stopped. What was there to say? All of a sudden he wanted you here? Where was he the past however many weeks? 

➵ You wanted to scream at him. Turn and leave through the window anyway. 

➵ Leave this pack, and Kuroo, behind. 

➵ “Don’t leave me. I don’t care about the rest of them-- maybe Kenma-- but don’t leave me. Please. I can’t handle- I can’t handle not seeing you everyday. I thought I could. I thought I could fill the void with meaningless flings, but they couldn’t even touch me before I was aching for you. “ He was sobbing now, tears dripping down his cheeks. 

➵ You hesitantly wrapped an arm around his shoulder, allowing him to cry into your shoulder. He held you tightly, refusing to let you slip through his fingers as he almost had. 

➵ “I-I don’t- I don’t know what you want from me anymore, Kuroo. I-I tried staying, and that didn’t work. I tried leaving, and that didn’t work either. I don’t want to leave but I can’t stay. I’m so touch starved and I can’t keep living like this!” You cried out, frustrated with all the mixed signals around you. 

➵ What did your pack want from you?

➵ “We’ll fix it! I swear, I’ll fix it myself. I swear on my life. I’ll fix it. Fix myself. Make myself that alpha you deserve. Please.”

➵ You said nothing. Only allowing him to hold you close. 

___NSFW___

➵ “Tetsuro!” You squealed, laughing as soft kisses were laced down your thighs. 

➵ “Kitten~” He responded, suckling a hickey right near your cunt. 

➵ You were wearing nothing but his sweatshirt and he was rabid seeing you, his pretty omega all nice and ready for him. 

➵ And his cock. 

➵ Sitting up, he pulled you onto his thighs with a swift movement, making you laugh once more.

➵ He smirked down at you once you calmed down, pressing a sweet peck to your lips, making you hum with satisfaction. 

➵ His hands trailed under his shirt to rest on your hips, keeping you close to him. You seemed so ethereal, sitting in the light that filtered through the window-- oranges and reds highlighting your body.

➵ “I love you. I love you so much.” He huffed, leaning his forehead onto yours, feeling the heat of your smile against his lips. 

➵ “I love you too, Tetsuro.” Another peck was pressed to his lips. 

➵ His heart felt so full, having you in his arms, having you in his grasp. He just couldn’t let you go. 

➵ He had almost done that once. 

➵ But he would never make the same mistake again. 

___

His cock dragged slowly out of your walls, sending shocks of pleasure and sensation wavering through your body as you shuddered. It wasn’t often you got to see the slow and sensual side of Tetsuro-- the one that would kiss your bond mark, the one that would tear up as he spilled praise after praise into your ear, the one that would hold a hand on your chest just to feel your thundering heartbeat only to pull your hand up to feel his own, which was just as bad--but when you did it left you  just breathless as he always did. There were days when you just needed this side and he always picked up on that, but some days he needed the solace he got with it as well. 

You’d always enable it, purring and whispering your own praises to him, kissing his temples when his emotions bubbled far to quickly for him to properly absorb, spilling over.  

It was times like this, when his forehead rested against your shoulder, did you feel closest. His pants were hot against your already flushed skin, adding already to your sensitive body. 

Running a hand through his hair, you waited for him to give you an indicator of what he wanted. What he needed from you at that very moment. 

When he didn’t move it hit you. He just wanted you close. To keep you close. To remind himself you were still there. To remind himself he won the war. He won you. He finally got the queen to his kingdom. The one he wanted from the star. 

And you would indulge him, running your both your hands through his hair and holding him close.  Even if you pretended not to feel the happy tears falling onto your shoulder. 

____

Soft sex Kuroo had me  🥺 🥺 

[volleychumps]

Heyy idk if this'll make sense but,, I'm ugly (or at least not as pretty as others) and a lot of times guys would be dared to say "oh my friend likes you" while laughing at me. It made me very insecure growing up and makes me suspicious of compliments now... idk if anyone can relate but can you write a fluffy comfort scenario with Bokuto, Kageyama, or Tsukki? Maybe with reader laughing at a confession because she thinks it's a joke or something? Thank you, I love your work and stay healthy ❤️

Aw bby~ I’m sure you’re absolutely goregous <3 hope you enjoy your request!

Insecure S/O Reacting To a Confession (Bokuto, Kageyama, Tsukishima)

This is set in a time in which you’ve developed trust issues because a confession before had been a joke- so a little angsty ngl 

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Bokuto 

“She’s not coming, is she?” 

“Calm down. You told her to meet you after school- the bell let out less than five minutes ago.” Akaashi’s voice sounded through the spiker’s phone as Bokuto releases a bigger sigh than he expected. Nervousness tingled through his muscles while the burly boy seemed to tremble in both excitement and fear for what was to come, leaning against one of the many exits to the school as golden eyes scoped the area for your figure. 

“Today’s the day, Akaashi, I just know it!” 

“Yeah. You said that yesterday. And the day before that one. Not to mention every day for the past month-” 

“I think she’s coming!!” A hand slipped out of his pants pocket as he pushes off the wall giddily. 

“Well, be careful- I don’t know if you heard about it, but-” 

“See you at practice, my #1 Wingman!” 

Bokuto ends the call, the last thing he hears being a sigh of Akaashi’s at his abrupt cut off. That could wait. A growing grin began at Bokuto’s lips as you, confused, approached him with a crumpled paper in your hand- looking as beautiful as ever in the eyes of the ace. 

“Bokuto-san...?” 

“You made it!” 

He couldn’t see the hesitation in your steps, or the nervousness in your movements for the national-known volleyball spiker had his gold eyes downcasted at his feet, a hand nervously coming up to rest on the back of his neck as he internally prepares himself. 

“Was there something you needed from me?” You wrung your hands out, biting your lip as you seemed to fidget in place, the scenario being all to familiar with what you once had to go through. However, you knew better- it just simply wasn’t possible. 

Bokuto was always friendly towards you, but previous events had placed a limit in your head on just how far that friendliness just happened to extend. Until- 

“Y/N...do you maybe want to go out with me?” 

Your jaw slackened a little as you still in shock, watching as the boy you thought was eons out of your league blushed a little, squeezing his eyes tight as the question came out rushed, the words fumbling over each other. 

But you still heard it. 

Your chest sunk and heat flamed in your cheeks as you push out your first instinct- a laugh. A laugh bubbled up in your throat at the question, and Bokuto opened his eyes, confusion and anxiety rising in his stomach at the sound that still made his heart race. Nervously, he began laughing too. 

“Alright.” You make out between giggles. “Who put you up to this?” 

All laughter stopped on his end as you continue to giggle, but your eyes were a tad bit poignant as your fists clenched at your sides. Bokuto straightens, furrowing his brows at the ridiculous question. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, this is a prank right?” Your voice wobbled. “Was it Rui? His friend Droy?” 

“Y/N, what-?” 

“You shouldn’t play with girls’ feelings like that, you know?” You continue, smiling yet your eyes screamed of another story. “But in my case, it’s funny- right?” 

Bokuto blinked, mouth agape at the accusation in your words as you take a shaky breath, trying not to show weakness as Bokuto takes a careful step in front of you. Was this what Akaashi was trying to tell him? 

“Y/N, I’m serious!” The ace exclaimed, causing you to finally meet his eyes with your slightly watery ones. “You’re absolutely goregous, there’s no way this is a prank!” 

“Y-You’re taking this too far...” 

“I’m not, because there isn’t anything to take!” Bokuto grabs your hand in his, intertwining your pinkies as you can’t help but smile a little at the childish gesture. “I promise you, Y/N, I like you! Way too much, I’ve been trying to tell you for the past month now, but...you scare me. In a I’ve-never-had-these-feelings before kind of way.” 

You find yourself leaning into his palm as Bokuto smiles, golden eyes gleaming genuinely as he cups your face. “Who made you think of yourself this way?” 

“N-No one in particular...” You lie, looking off to the side as you feel yourself being tugged gently into the sweet boy’s chest, causing you to yelp a little as Bokuto crosses a boundary, digging his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

“Please.” You stop trying to push him away at the sincerity in his voice. “Can I change that? I can. I promise you I can, if you give me a chance!” 

Shakily, you look up to the sky, feeling Bokuto’s warm breath on your neck as he spoke, wondering if this was worth learning to trust again, your arms wrapping around his mid-section as you did so. 

Your voice quiets, cracking slightly as you hold him back just a little tighter. 

“One chance. Don’t let me regret this.”

Kageyama

“This is ridiculous, you moron!” 

“Trust me, she’s gonna love it Kageyama-Kun!” Hinata flashes his setter a big thumbs up as Kageyama groans, glaring into the bouquet of flowers with pink dusted across his cheeks. After Hinata had snuck a horribly written note into your shoe locker- Kageyama couldn’t put his confession off anymore, much to the setter’s dismay. Admiring you from afar had been enough, and confessing you face to face had once been a daydream- 

“Can’t I just, you know, text her?” The raven haired boy attempts to escape one more time as Hinata points a finger to the spot where he was standing stubbornly. 

“Nope! As if you could get her number anyway-”  Hinata dodges the hit coming his way with ease, sidestepping as he continues his tangent. “So you’re going to stand right there and wait for Y/N-chan to come! I’m going home now, and tomorrow- you better have a newly minted girlfriend!” 

“I should’ve never asked you for advice.” 

“See you tomorrow, and you’re welcome.” 

Kageyama scoffs, snarky reply falling on silent lips as Hinata mounts his bike and takes off before he can get it out, leaving the blue-eyed setter standing at military position near the courtyard, red roses tightened in his grasp around the less thorny areas. He hoped Hinata was smart enough to not mix up the two locations.

“Kageyama-Kun!” 

Said boy almost drops his flowers when you round the corner, now changed out of your school shoes as Kageyama swallows- a futile attempt to aid his now dry mouth. You took small steps towards him as you find a lump growing in your throat at the scene before you, memories flashing in your mind at what once had been. 

Regardless, you managed a tight smile as Kageyama blinks once. Then twice as if to make sure this was really happening. 

“You...wanted to see me about something?” You question formally, ignoring the red hue of the roses as Kageyama stutters out a response, bright blue eyes darting all over the courtyard. 

“I...um....you are....UGH-” 

In any other circumstance, you might’ve found this cute- but the only thing you could think of was how good he was at acting. 

“Take your time.” Your eyes dim down a little as the familiar unease rises in your stomach. 

“D-Date!” Kageyama manages, the pink on his cheeks now turning into a bright red. “I want to g-go on a date with you...!” 

You press your lips together as a heat pricks the corner of your eyes, the one image you didn’t want to remember blurring perfectly over the one in front of you. 

.... Again?

Kageyama curses, offering you the roses with one hand shakily as the back of his hand covers his mouth, blue eyes seeming to glare off to the side in utter regret. “I heard you like flowers, s-so....”

“You don’t need to do this, Kageyama-Kun.” You find yourself saying, surprised at how stable your voice was as Kageyama’s arm slackens a little, the bouqet lowering in height as he takes in your words- in his case, your response. 

“It’s cruel, you know? I get it- you’re popular, attractive, and people want to be your friend- but this? I know I can’t be with someone like you the way I am now, so you have to show me firsthand?”

“Huh?” 

You chuckle humorlessly at the genuine confusion in his voice before laughing a little. “It’s hilarious, isn’t it? Poor, naive, ugly girl believes for just a second that the boy she likes wants her back.” 

Kageyama’s eyes widen a little, still trying to process what you’re saying as the roses fall slack at his side. But the only thing he’s able to get out, is- 

“Wait, you like me?” 

You spin on your heel, flustered you admitted it, before beginning to walk off. 

“Goodbye, Kageyama-Kun.” 

“W-Wait!” Before he can stop himself, he finds himself grabbing you from behind to stop your leaving, your eyes widening as the bouqet of flowers remains tightened in his grasp as he does so, your back against his chest. The aromatic scent fills your nose as he successfully stops you from going anywhere. 

“I-I don’t know why you think you’re ugly or any of those things, but you aren’t.” Kageyama mumbles quickly, and you’re shocked to see that he’s trembling at the touch. “But I wasn’t lying, or trying to play you. I want to go on a date with you...and if you like me too, there shouldn’t be an issue, right?” 

“Shit!” Kageyama releases you right away, and you step away subconciously as you find yourself believing him, a hand over the clothed part of your chest as you do, cheeks blooming with a pink of their own. 

“...I think I’d like that.” 

“Like what?” Kageyama questions obliviously as you groan, blushing in a way that made the setter want to admire you even closer than from afar. 

“The date, don’t make me say it!” 

The blue-eyed setter releases a sigh of relief, his heart being sent on an emotional rollercoaster coming to an end as he chuckles the slightest bit at your embarrassed stature, offering the roses again in a now relaxed-manner. 

“Right. So can you maybe take the damn flowers and be my girlfriend?” 

Tsukishima

“I regret this. I’m going home.” 

“Tsukki! No!” Yamaguchi whines, pulling on his friend’s sleeve for the second time in six minutes. 

“She isn’t coming. Waiting outside her classroom is creepy anyway. She might’ve even already gone home.” Tsukishima says straight on, glancing at his childhood friend before the freckled boy could interject. “What are you even doing here?” 

“Moral support!” 

“Yeah, could you maybe...do that somewhere else?” 

Yamaguchi sniffs once, frowning. “I get that you’re nervous, Tsukki, but don’t take it out on me. Text me later and send Y/N my regards, okay?” 

“I’m not nervous.” The tall blonde claims, swiping through his playlist when in reality- the butterflies in his stomach said otherwise.

“That’s all you got out of that?” Yamaguchi sweat drops, shouldering his bag a little more before waving as he begins to walk off. “Be nice to Y/N!” 

“Wasn’t gonna kill her.” Tsukishima mumbles to no one as he’s left by his lonesome in the empty school corridor after school had ended, mostly everyone leaving or going to attend their club activities. He knew from Yachi who shared your class- that you stayed a little after school to study for a bit before leaving. 

Tsukishima had discovered about his emotional surge towards you when you had visited practice one day to drop off Yachi’s notebook- only to notice you more and more each time you had passed him by to the point where you would smile and wave while greeting him by name. Soon, all other girls seemed to become see-through, leaving you bright in a sea of unfamiliar heads. 

“Crap!” You stumble back, a relieved laugh filling the corridor as the blonde blinks, wondering how he had gotten so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even seen you emerge or make himself known. 

“You scared me, Tsukki!” You whine, shifting your bag upon your shoulder before blinking in confusion. “Wait, what are you doing here? Is the volleyball club off today-?” 

“Go out with me.” 

Your breath hitches at the sudden attack. 

Tsukishima remains indifferent, thankful he was able to even say it, as he shoved his hands in his pockets, eyeing you seriously through his spectacles before you find yourself back there again. Back where your trust was stripped and your pride was stomped on before you smile- a smile that was anything but cheerful. 

“That’s not a very funny joke, Tsukki.” You laugh a little, hand tightening around your bag strap as you refuse to meet his eyes, your gaze falling on his shoes as you become overwhelmed with past events. 

“I’m not joking. Go out with me.” He repeats, not asking, but in a way where it sounded like he was basically telling you. 

“...How far are you willing to go?” You feel wetness brim your eyes, but your smile still remains- shaky yet present- as your voice cracks differently from the way you used to call his name. 

“What the hell are you-?” 

A smirk and multiple laughs ring in your head from your memories before you finally snap. 

 “Stop screwing around, alright?”

Tsukishima’s brow quirks up once, and in the next few moments, you gasp as your back is suddenly touching a nearby locker- Tsukishima’s hand resting by your side to create the illusion of entrapment as he leans in to you, and you don’t have to look up to know that his gaze was searing into you with a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn’t pinpoint. 

“Who’s screwing around?” His voice was quiet and irritable, and you swallow the lump in your throat as a few stray tears slip. 

“I’m just a joke, right?” You mumble, barely audible as you breathe in his scent from decreased proximity. “You boys always toy with girls like they’re your little playthings-” 

“Are you talking about that shitty prank that bastard pulled on you a few months back?” 

Your eyes snap up before you can stop them. “You...know about that?” 

“Why the hell are we here wasting our breaths on them?” Tsukishima questions, irritation evident in his tone. “I don’t do these kinds of things, ever, and you seriously think I’d be here telling you I like you as some kind of shit joke? Give me a break.” 

You blink, believing his harsh words as Tsukishima sighs, relaxing his neck so his head falls on your shoulder. 

“On the bright side you finally looked at me. Understood, I hear you loud and clear.” 

You bite your lip when he moves to step away from you, your hands clasping at the sides of his shirt before you can stop yourself. 

“I...I’ll go out with you, Tsukki.” 

The blonde’s eyes widen a fraction as you bury your head in his chest. 

“Just...please please don’t be like the others.” 

“I thought I told you.” Tsukki’s pointer finger prods at your chin, causing you to look up at him as he leans down so your noses brush. 

“You’re wasting your breath on the wrong thing, Y/N.” 

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[seita]

— self pleasure | koutarou bokuto (m.)

pairing: solo bokuto (x his fantasies of f!reader)

genre: smut

wordcount: 𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟽

cw: pure pwp

tags: masturbation, spitting, overstimulation, forced orgasm, wet & messy, cum eating (bokuto eats his own cum im so sorry), whiny!bokuto

note: this is self indulgent bullshit im so sorry. i just like the image of bokuto fucking his fist ive got no other excuse. btw this isn’t fisting, he uses his own fist as like literally a hole to fuck lmao whoops.

— bokuto comes home from a long day, needing to release some tension. it leads to him fucking his own fist.

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Bokuto had had a long day, practice was brutal and he was utterly exhausted. You were away from home for the night and he found himself needing a way to release the stress built up through his hard work. Usually, he would release the built up tension of the day on your beautiful body but alas, he had to find other means.

He laid on the bed, eyes closed as he felt his cock begin to harden in his shorts. He hadn’t even taken a shower yet but, it could wait until after he made a mess of himself. 

Humming at the heating of his body, he reached beneath the band of his pants and gripped his half-hard length. A few quick strokes brought him to full hardness. His thighs trembled at the light stimulation, feeling sensitive and on edge already. The adrenaline and energy that had been running through his veins the entire day having fried his nerves.

Sitting up, he tore his shirt off before pushing his shorts down his hips until he could kick them off the edge of the bed. Spitting in his hand loudly without a care, he wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft. He pictured what you looked like when you bounced on him, your breasts bouncing in time to your movements and the way he could feel you cream down his length. 

Mindlessly, he jerked his hips up into the tight ring made by his own fingers, imagining it was your perfect cunt wrapped around him. He groaned, eyes rolling back beneath his lids as his mouth fell open.

Sitting up suddenly, he spat down onto the head of his cock with a soft ‘puh’ making sure to catch it in his hand to further slick himself up. His spit dripped down his length where he caught the wetness to bring back up to the head. Spitting once more, he repeated the process until he was dripping down to his balls. He knew how wet you got, how messy you could make him and he wanted to match that as best he could since you weren’t there. 

He watched, mesmerized, by the way his hand moved perfectly, gripping tighter as he reached the flared crown of his head. His abs locked up in pleasure as he teased the sensitive spot just beneath the head. Thumbing his tip, he encouraged his cock to drool out more of his precum and he whimpered at the stimulation. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, gasping as he got lost in his own fantasies of you. His eyes fluttered shut once again, he leaned back on one hand, clutching the sheets tightly. 

He could already feel himself growing closer to the edge. It was building quickly and he knew there was no way he could hold it off. So he decided to make it as good as he could. 

It wasn’t something he did very often, because it made him feel so desperate and lewd. Rolling over onto his knees, he buried his face into your pillow, inhaling your sweet, addicting scent that he adored. 

His eyes rolled back in his head once more as he wrapped his hand around his still slick cock. The position caused his precum to drip onto the sheets, becoming heavier the closer he got to his orgasm. Taking a familiar, comfortable position, he held his hand still as he began to fuck into the tight hole his fist made. He whimpered into the pillow as the feeling, tightening the ring to make a smaller hole for him to stuff his fat cock into. 

He wished it was your pretty pussy swallowing him up; the way you whined and came so prettily all over him. He could picture the way you trembled, watching with wide eyes as he split your cunt open — his cock thick and long and filling you so fucking well. He was mesmerized by how you struggled to take him completely every time yet always managed to. His cock was too big for you but fuck if you didn’t lose yourself on him every single time. 

The filthy images of you cumming, gushing and squirting on his length brought him to his own high. He gasped, moaned and whined into your pillow as he shot his hot load onto the sheets. He continued to fuck his fist, milking himself of a few more jets. 

As he slowed, he realized he could probably force another orgasm out of his sensitive cock. He sat back, pulling his face from your pillow to sit on his heels. His hand was soaked in his own cum but he used it to aid the fast movements he resumed on his length.

“S-Sensitive,” he whimpered to no one, tossing his head back as he continued to fist his throbbing, sensitive cock. He squirmed where he sat, sweat dripping down his nude body as he felt tears sting his eyes.

His whole body was tense, trembling under the onslaught of overstimulation. Every nerve in his body was telling him to stop but he couldn’t. 

He needed to cum again.

Looking down, he watched the mess of his own cum drip down his fingers and balls. He felt so filthy. Finally, he reached that desperate high once again. 

His mouth fell open, no sound escaping as he watched his own cock pathetically drool the last of his cum his balls had to offer. He released his softening length with a sigh, bringing his filthy hand up to his face to admire the mess he’d made. 

Unable to resist, he dipped two lithe digits into his mouth with a sigh. He felt his cock twitch at the burst of his own cum on his tongue. He whimpered, pulling his digits out to lick up the palm of his hand, swallowing it down eagerly. 

Having enough, he felt his heart rate settle finally and decided it was about time to take that shower. He couldn’t wait until you got home though.

Because he was going to wreck you.