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vellichorsmystique · 5 months ago

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The Little Things

⭒ kuroo testsurou, oikawa toru, bokuto kotaro, iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader (all seperate)

⭒ w.c. ~2.1k

⭒ Drabble set that I'm reposting from my old and deleted blog, it's mostly the same I only did some minimal editing at some parts. Established relationships for all of these. Hurt/comfort for a couple but we're mainly focusing on the comfort aspect. Genuinely most of this is like domestic fluff

⭒ No use of y/n...implied spoilers for the time skip in Bokuto's part, Iwaizumi's part takes place during the time skip as well however any concrete details are left to be ambiguous so no spoilers are actually mentioned for him.

⭒ In a world built upon the convenience of communication, and where the testament of love can be waxed poetically with a wide array of synonyms; sometimes you find that it's the actions that speak much louder than the words ever could. Aka it's the little things they do for you.

Kuroo:

It happens when you're sick, muscles and limbs sore, throat raw from sinuses, and a desolate feeling seemingly carved from within your chest. Just sleep it off and skip school for the day is the brilliant plan your ailed brain could conjure at the moment, so you do just that. It’s not like you’ll miss anything important right?

Wrong- waking up to the sporadic texts from Kuroo, while usually a good thing, instead left your palms slick and mind running wild. Afterall the chemistry class you two shared together had an important lab done today, and it would be featured in your upcoming unit test. Raising the pads of your fingers to your forehead you began to massage your temple, wincing at the oncoming headache. Lamenting over your decision of whether you should email your overworked teacher or just go back to sleep. You find that your pondering is interrupted by the front door slamming open.

Revealing none other than Testurou himself. His usual insufferable smirk is plastered across his visage, and he seems to be exuding a lackadaisical continence. While giddy you still roll your eyes as he saunters in, and that's when you notice the few bags in his grasp. Before you can even question he’s already setting the contents out, a college ruled spiral notebook is being pushed towards you, and when you open it to the recent notes his usual chicken scratch is actually legible.

Looking back up you're greeted by the sight of a couple empty glass beakers, some vials of different chemicals, and wait… is that a bunsen burner? Eyes blown wide you look up at Kuroo, downed in a haphazardly placed set of lab goggles, arms crossed across his chest, and a beaming smile revealing pearly whites.

“Did… Did you steal lab equipment from our teacher?” while a rasp it still leaves your mouth an octave higher than your usual voice. All he does is laugh at your stupefied expression.

“I wouldn’t call it stealing, more along the lines of borrowing, besides I'm sure she won’t mind…” he trails off, but that stupid smirk is back on his face, and you begrudgingly decide it would not be smart to kiss him– afterall you were sick. So instead you sit up and lean forward, eyes squinted and a mumbled ‘you're an idiot’ leaves your lips. And Kuroo, well all Kuroo does is laugh at the statement, eyes glimmering, and grin stretching impossibly wider, because yeah he may be an idiot, but he’s your idiot.

Oikawa:

You're on the edge of this mental precipice, eyes zeroed in on the red ink, the bold lettering taunting your very intelligence. You…you failed? How, you had studied so hard though? Hunched over text after text, eyes blurring from the onslaught of study material. But you had pushed through, you were determined that you were going to pass. All that effort was for naught. Snagging your bottom lip between your teeth, you begin to blink slowly as a way to staunch any pesky tears. Breathing deeply you straighten your back into an attentive position, pointedly ignoring the chocolate brown eyes staring at you with concern.

Of course Oikawa was always too attentive for his own good though, after all one sly glance towards the paper you shielded with your arms and he could see a sliver of red scrawling. So putting two and two together he figures it out. Words would not suffice his point and thinking quickly he settled for his speciality.

Annoyance Physical affection. As soon as the teacher had looked away he all but melted against you, a heavy sigh, and half lidded eyes pointed in your direction.

“Toru, get off of me,” it’s a whispered threat as you try to shove him off, yet he just won't budge. As if to pester you further he turns his face towards your cheek, tip of his nose ghosting the flesh, and puffing out his own cheeks he forms an ‘o’ with his mouth and blows. Reactivity you nail him with your elbow, and although he winces he remains undeterred as he nudges your cheek with his nose. Flyaway strands of brown colored hair tickle your own skin, and from your peripheral you can see the goofy expression that Oikawa had fixed onto his face. You can not help but let out a small stream of giggles, and remarkably enough the bad grade isn’t weighing so heavily on your psyche.

Oikawa finally removes his weight off of you, right before the teacher notices, but he still stares at you. Eyes slightly squinted, lips upturned into a soft smile, and body tilted towards you. While he was successful in his endeavors of cheering you up, that doesn't necessarily mean you’ll not be plagued by it later. So he formulated yet another plan.

And when you get home to your apartment, only to be greeted with Oikawa in your kitchen, a serving of your comfort food on an outstretched plate, and him dawned in a regifted frilly apron from Iwaizumi (it used to say ‘Best Wing Spiker” but the words wing spiker were now crossed out, and instead placed above it was the word “Setter” in loopy strokes). Well that's only something you and him would need to know.

Bokuto:

It’s too bright. It’s too loud. It’s too, too much. Nausea rolled around heavily in your gut. All while blinding pain racked across your entire temple. The glaring stadium lights also did not help with your situation, spots of your own sight conjured flashes and random blurbs of black to settle over your vision. You really didn’t want to come to this game… but a promise was a promise. You can practically feel the pitying gazes of the patrons surrounding you, their minds probably chastising you for not leaving yet. But you wouldn’t, dawned in a black jersey with the number “12” printed on it in a bold font, reminded and added to your resolve to stay.

Risking a furtive glance in the direction of the scorekeeper, you thanked every higher power out there that the game had ended. However you quickly took it all back at the resounding buzz that signified the end, leaving you breathless and dizzy. The Jakles won and for that you were happy, after all that would mean the man you came here for would be exhilarated at the results. As much as you wanted to run over to Bokuto, lightheadedness tugged at your lead like limbs, and now your neck was starting to hurt. Plus the unbearable staccato pounding on both sides of your temple wouldn’t let you focus well. So you stayed behind, shoulders hunched, hands desperately trying to magically massage away the pain, all while moisture began building in the corners of your eyes..

Time seems to pass agonizingly slow in the monumental stadium, and all you can do is sniffle and wither at the sound of your own quiet whimpers. You aren’t aware of the presence in front of you, at least not until they press their index finger on your arm right below the sleeve of the borrowed jersey. A rhythmic tapping leaving a comforting warmth to convalesce around you. It’s a fleeting touch, and oh, so ever gentle. That momentarily your sniffles pause, and when you finally crane your head up you find yourself locked eyes with golden ones. Although your everything hurts, and though the lights may be too bright, and the sounds may still be too loud you can’t help the giddy smile that stretches across tear stained cheeks.

“Hi Ko,” the breathless rasp leaves you almost instantaneously, and he hums in response, head dipping in action and streaked hair swaying in sync. For a moment you feel touched after all you knew he would be so giddy and excited to share the thrill that he felt in the form of grandiose gestures and onomatopoeias, but he noticed what you're going through and he’s trying to mitigate it. Gently he encircles his arms around your shoulders, pulling you from your upright fetal-esque position, and the two of you (him basically carrying you) head out of the building. He had said his goodbyes to his fellow teammates already considering you two had just breezed past them to get to the exit.

And when you two get home, he’s already flipping off the lights, guiding you into a comfortable position on the duvet sheets of your shared bed. When he comes back his hands hold a heat compress (as well as a cold one) and some random soda that had been sitting in your refrigerator. He passes you a Tylenol as well, and you take a sip of the drink. The dark complimented by the blissful silence blankets you and you can feel the migraine recede into baby thumps. Nothing too painful for you to manage. In the dark, you fumble around until your palm finds a warm one near you, grasping it you can practically picture the childish grin he’s wearing. Instead of voicing out your thanks, you instead scooch forward, sitting up right in front of Bokuto you lean your head against his shoulder, hand squeezing his own tighter. And he hums happily in response, chest moving as he lets out the sound. Whatever you need he’ll do it, gestures and all.

Iwaizumi:

When Iwaizumi enters the house, at a time where the stars are high and dancing in the sky, he notices your slouched form on the couch. Laptop toppling dangerously close to the edge of your lap, neck rested uncomfortably on the arm of the couch, and the lights off- minus the tv which had some random cartoon sending flashes of vividly tinted light splashing the room.

Soft snores spill from your lips, and all he can do is sigh, heavy footfalls nearing your slumbering figure. Warm hands save the laptop from falling off its precarious position in your lap, should you fidget any longer, and he can only squint at the brightness. Of course, falling asleep while working on an assignment…how in character for you. Placing the item down on the coffee table he gradually rises back up, hands resting against his hips as he forms some type of plan.

A thin line of drool had dribbled across your cheek, and some hair was messily swiped in front of your face, so you seemed to be deep asleep. Hypothetically speaking he could just leave you there- but one more glance at your uncomfortable position makes him wince. So he reaches down grasping at the beaten remote, (months of falling off of various heights has led to its predicament of duck tape keeping it together) before finally clicking the button to promptly shut off the tv. Now bathed in darkness he gathers up the near forgotten laptop, as well as your barely alive phone, the battery symbol showcasing the color red. So he plunders forward, past the empty kitchen the smell of whatever you had cooked to satiate yourself lingering gently in the air, past the hallway filled with different portraits of you and him(as well as his former Seijoh teammates), until finally entering the threshold of your shared room.

There’s a soft light spilling from the mess that is your desk, probably some random desk lamp you had said you needed when you already had others. But it’s not like he could resist your carefully calculated pouts, so you still ended up getting it anyway. Placing the laptop down softly in a clear spot on your desk, he connected the lonesome charger to its port. Before plugging up your phone as well on the bed side table.

In his momentary absence, he notes, you had somehow moved from your position on the couch- into haphazardly dangling off the arm of it. Unable to hold back the exasperated snort that leaves his mouth, he finally reaches under you, hefting you up in his hold. A tense silence freezes him from walking when you let out a sudden exhale, but the sigh that leaves you soon after, makes him step forward.

When he finally gets you both situated in bed he doesn’t expect you to subconsciously wiggle closer towards him, nor does he expect the whispered sigh of his first name to leave your lips. So when he finally goes to sleep, he goes to sleep with a flushed face and you tucked in his chest, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

⭒ end notes: GUYS HAIKYUU IS SO BACK RAHHHHH. Anyways this drabble set was wrote in 2022 (yikes) but I figured what better way to soft launch the fact that I've fallen in the vices of Haikyuu then by posting it on this account. I have another haikyuu piece in the works, but if you all are interested in a part two of this let me know! I quite like this concept of loosely connected vignettes :))

#hot off the press #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #gender nuetral reader #haikyu fluff #x reader #comfort #hq x reader #Oikawa is my favorite irl however im pretty sure his is the shortest LMAO

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iheartduckie · 5 months ago

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cutting their shirts

a/n - this is my first post dedicated to dad! haikyuu boys. based off this tiktok.

bokuto kotaro | miya atsumu | hinata shoyo | sakusa kiyoomi | iwaizumi hajime

domestic fluff x fem! reader (word count: idk)

notes - reader is referenced as “mommy/mama”, implications of breastfeeding UNEDITED ASF FR 2021 TOO SOB

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#10; bokuto kotaro [!]

-> you were a little confused when bokuto excitedly told you not to worry, and insisted that you went on that outing with your friends. you only waved it off as him wanting to spend time with the baby. even before walking through the door, you were able to hear bokuto’s laughter from outside. entering quietly, your hand went up to your mouth to cover your laugh. bokuto turned to face you, and greeted you with a smile. “look, your mama ’s here,” he said, lifting her to face you. she giggled happily as you peppered her face in kisses. you sat down next to bokuto, who welcomed you in his arms, watching you both with a warm smile.

#13; miya atsumu [!]

-> he let the idea marinate in his mind after he heard bokuto talk about it in practice. after you left the room to use the bathroom, he threw on the prepped shirt and secured the bottles, picking up the baby to feed her. “‘m good at this, right darlin’? i should do this more often..” you walked into the room and was greeted by the sight of atsumu supposedly ‘breastfeeding’ your daughter. he stared at you, trying to hide his smile, before you bursted out laughing. “our angel is perfectly fine with it-” “i’m not letting you that to our daughter, tsum, give her to me”

#15; sakusa kiyoomi [!]

-> you watched as his face scrunched up from the tiktok you showed him, and laughed when he clutched your daughter a little tighter, who giggled at his actions. “your mommy is being silly princess, i love you but i’d never do that.” he said, playing with her curls and softly smiling at her when she happily buried her face into his chest. “you’re lucky your cute, omi” “or what? i’m literally your baby daddy and husband” “i’ll ask tsumu to do it then” later, you received a call from atsumu, who begged you to not to ask him whatever sakusa was ranting about

#21; hinata shoyo [!]

-> he actually proposed the idea to you, and you helped him set everything up. “babe! look i’m doing it” you decided to film it with a smile, as the result was successful. he was able to feed your son, and looked so proud while he did it. the video was sent to the msby group chat, and someone posted it on the verified twitter account, tagging the alder’s twitter account to do the ‘challenge’ too. hinata accidentally started a fad, and somewhat a meme.

#; iwaizumi hajime [!]

-> iwaizumi wouldn’t do this, no matter how much you begged, and you accepted the fact. when he walked into your shared home after a tiring practice, the last thing that he wanted to see was oikawa feeding his daughter with bottles through a tee shirt. you laughed at his tired expression, and went over to greet him with a kiss on his cheek. oikawa froze in fear, while you picked up your son from his hold with a smile. “i understand i said ‘no’ to your request, but maybe ask me again before asking shi- poopykawa. now cover his ears, i just need to tell poopykawa something”

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bettermiya · 2 years ago

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THE HAIKYUU BOYS FIGHT YOUR STALKER EX...

Pairings: Kita Shinsuke x Reader. Bokuto Kotaro x Reader x Akaashi Keiji. Miya Atsumu x Reader. Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Implications of Stalking, Mentions of Domestic Violence.

Kita – “If he ever bothers ya’ again, I’ll do more ta’ him,” Shinsuke answered easily as you wrapped gauze around his bloody knuckles. His calloused fingers ran through your soft hair, tugging gently so you would look up at him. "My obaa-chan was disappointed because I didn't get another hit in. Besides, he shouldn't be so persistent when yer clearly mine."

You never thought of this little traditional house as home. You were a city person who fell in love with a rice farmer, but it should have been obvious. After you mentioned your dirty past with Hiroto, Shinsuke and his obaa-chan did their best to protect you. Locks. Alarms. It wasn't enough. Your ex-boyfriend tried to physically confront you and, as a result, ended up with a broken face and an arrest. Those hands from hours of rice reaping were more powerful than you realized. The fact that farms had security cameras was also something you should’ve considered. You pretended Shinsuke being popular around your little community didn't have anything to do with how easy this had been.

What matters is you’re safe.

“I love you.” You choked out before finally kissing him, breathing in the sharp tang of surprise as strong arms wrapped around you. You run your tongue over his lower lip and are about to do more, but you stop yourself and bury your face in his shoulder.

You're just embarrassed now.

"If this is what I get for doing the bare minimum, darlin', what will ya' do when it's somethin' special?"

Atsumu – Samu was the better fighter, Atsumu reluctantly admitted, but they both carried the same amount of tenacity. To rip him away from your terrifying stalker, Bokuto and Meian dugged their fingernails deep into his biceps and heaved him off. They dragged their setter back into the gym by force. You followed as best you could; your horrified eyes met a laid-back, intimidating gaze. You pondered how important if he looked like he was about to kill.

Fortunately, the management team already began discussing how they could keep this controversy quiet. Despite knowing that Atsumu fought for you, you're scared because he could be a more terrifying version of Hiroto if he wanted to be. You're not scared enough to stop yourself from expressing those feelings, though. He deserved that much for grappling your worst mistake into the concrete.

The harsh laugh surprised you. “My ma’ was a single parent. ‘Cause our pa preferred to rule with his fists, she raised Samu and I by ‘erself,” he explained, taking your hand to press an easy kiss to your knuckles. “‘m sorry I scared ya.’”

“I won’t stop ya’ from goin’ ‘cause I know better than ta’ be a man like that, but I’d want ya’ to stay. Please.”

Bokuto & Akaashi – Kotaro and you clutched each other for dear life, while watching Keiji use his words to systematically tear your ex-boyfriend apart. “AKAAAASHI, CAN WE GO NOW? HE’S ALREADY COWERING. LOOK AT HIM,” the spiker whined loudly, swinging you around in his arms like a particularly loved toy. You desperately tried to whisper that you were being crushed by his massive biceps. Normally, you wouldn't care, but you'd lived long enough to be free of the past, and you wanted to share your new life with them. Even if this would be a magnificent death, you’e not prepared. What a contrast to the you of before who would’ve willingly perished by a pro volleyball player.

“YOU PROMISED TO TAKE US TO YAKINIKU!”

“Ack—” This roused Keiji enough from his verbal tirade against Hiroto.

“Bokuto-san, remember to be gentle. You’re hurting them.”

“I’m sorry!” He showered your face with kisses, soft, small touches that reminded you that for all his strength, Kotaro was the gentlest soul. The quick kick to Hiroto's side, on the other hand, demonstrated how terrifying your other boyfriend could be when provoked to protect the both of you.

His face was as impassive as ever as he walked back. “Would you like to go for crepes after, beloved?” Keiji asked, smoothing down his fashionable black trench-coat. “You’ve been wanting to try out the new shop.”

“Yes, Keiji. We can go for crepes.”

Iwaizumi – Even though Hajime was as straight-laced as they come, a bar fight had caused that split upper lip. You're fortunate that Oikawa had been there because his silver tongue could get away with murder.

"What happened?"

"Your ex came around."

The moment you froze, he dragged you onto his lap; his head fell onto your shoulder. You could feel a soft huff of breath escape his throat. He had never been good with words, but he didn't need to be. Silence overtook you both as you brushed your fingers through his dark hair before you broke through to say, “Don’t get hurt on my behalf, Hajime.”

He glanced up, staring at you blandly as if you were the idiot for trying to protect him. You glared back since you refused to let this be a negotiation. His sigh led you to believe that he would give in, but his subsequent words made you shiver to the core, "You don't have to be concerned about me. I won’t let up if there’s a next time."

#kita shinsuke x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #atsumu miya x reader

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apollodarling-writes · 2 years ago

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yandere bokuto please please please ty 😩

YANDERE! BOKUTO KOTARO HCS!

tws: stalking, manipulation, forced intimacy, gaslighting, attention seeking behavior, self harm, suicide threats, murder, gore, kidnapping, underwear sniffing, breaking and entering, noncon/dubcon, verbal/emotional abuse, domestic violence, mind break,

Bokuto would develop these feelings extremely quickly. He wouldn’t exactly know that these feelings/urges/thoughts are wrong, either.

Bokuto absolutely hates your friends. He hates that they take so much of your time; the solution? He kills them.

When Bokuto kills for you, it’s messy. Very messy. He’s quick to clean up evidence and will always leave the body somewhere the authorities can find it- though, they’ll have to search a bit.

Despite Bokuto’s seemingly air-headed nature, he’s very knowledgeable about forensic science. He finds it very fascinating (it also comes in handy).

When you begin to lean on Bokuto, he’s over the moon. All of his hard work is paying off!

If he lets out a few suspicious words, he’ll gaslight you into thinking that you heard him wrong. He didn’t mean it that way [Name]!

If you distance yourself from him, he’ll cut himself in a few places that are noticeable and when his sleeves ‘accidentally’ ride up around you, you’ll end up taking care of him more often

Bokuto manipulates you into leaning on him more often and will re-wire your brain into thinking about him and only him.

Bokuto is the type of yandere that will wholeheartedly research things that you’re interested in so that you’ll like him more.

Bokuto will mold himself into your ideal guy- why? Because you’re everything he wants and he wants to be everything you want!

Bokuto will break into your house at night after learning to lock pick and steal a few pairs of your underwear and shirts/hoodies. He just loves your scent so much.

When you seem to be making more friends, or even doing homework more than you’re talking to him, he’ll call you saying that he’s scared and that he’s been ‘in his head’. That he’s worried he might hurt himself again and ask if he can come over for the night.

If you try to distance yourself, no worries. He’ll just kidnap you. He’ll lock you in his basement, in the portion of the wall that he’s sectioned off and soundproofed so that you’ll never leave him again.

Bokuto is kinda delusional, so he thinks that when he’s taking advantage of you and he hears a few whimpers, that you do want the treatment he’s giving you.

Don’t even think of escaping. He’ll break your legs and arms if he has to.

He’ll force kisses, hugs, cuddles, sexual intimacy, and make you say that you love him. If you don’t… god help you.

Be very cautious about what you say to him. He can go from happy to furious in the blink of an eye. You don’t want to see him angry, either.

Bokuto’s punishments are always physical. He’ll bruise you, break your bones, use your body for his pleasure, deny you food and water, the list goes on.

When you begin to submit, Bokuto will fee quite smug. His efforts are once again paying off.

When stockholm kicks in, and you finally say ‘I love you’ first, Bokuto will shower you in love.

“[Name]… I’m sorry to burden you so often… but, do you think I can come stay over for the night? I’m having those thoughts again…”

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll break your fucking jaw if you say another god damn word!”

“[Name], I love you. I love you so so so so so so so much. You love me too… don’t you?”

“God, fuck, you feel so good, baby… hah~ don’t clench down on me like that-“

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dokifluffs · 3 years ago

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Reaction to Their Kid(s) Reacting to Their Cardboard Cutout | Hinata, Bokuto

Pairings: Hinata X Reader (female), and Bokuto X Reader (female)

Genre: funny haikyuu dad crack?? Sort of but meh. fluff and domestic tehe

Author’s Note: for bokuto: show me your bokuto without telling me you’re bokuto

Kageyama, Atsumu // Ushijima, Sakusa

gif from @rivaillerose

Hinata:

The doorbell chimed through the living room as you sat leaned against Shoyo, your son playing off to the side as the two of you watched some random tv show, but really, all you two could truly focus on was your bouncing baby boy

And god it felt so nice to have Hinata beside you

He had been gone far too long and he was going away pretty soon for more games too

He was just around the age of learning to talk, learning to truly use his vocal chords

He grabbed the toys, making babbling noses to them as he tried to push words out yet he really couldn’t

“Is someone here?” You stood behind your husband as he walked to the front door while you bent down, picking up your son as he reached up, making grabby arms

“Mm, I wasn’t expecting anyone, you?” He shook his head as he spun around, walking, shrugging his shoulders and peeped out the peephole, seeing the delivery truck drive away

Opening the door, you peered over to see if you could see who it was but all you could see was a large flat cardboard box as tall as your husband be brought in through the front door

“Did you order something?” The two of you asked simultaneously, before breaking out into a small fit of giggles between the two of you as you stood beside him

“What could it be?” You pondered, looking at the whole package, never seen a package so flat yet tall

Hinata laid the package down before he disappeared to the kitchen to grab a knife

Your son wriggled in your arms, moving so that he sat in the little nest of your criss-crossed legs, leaning forward to pat her hands onto the box

“There’s not really a return label either..” Hinata made his duck lips as he carefully slid the knife over the tape, opening the flaps

And that’s when he remembered

“Ohhh, it’s my cutout from the Jackals game,” he beamed as he picked the thing up out of the box. “They finally sent it!! He beamed, standing up beside it, mimicking his own pose

“Can you take a picture for me?” He handed you his phone. “I wanna send I too Bokuto-san,” he giggled

And of course you snapped the pictures

Taking his phone back, Hinata burst into a smaller fit of giggles

“Look at S/N, his eyes are so wide.” He sat himself at the foot of his cutout, leaning close to pinch his son’s mochi cheeks before leaning close to smother his face with small, gentle kisses

“S/N, do you know who this is?” Hinata reached back, pointing to himself as your guys’ son looked up

“Do you know who that is, bubba?” You bounced your son, pointing up

And the two of you sat there for basically five whole minutes in silence as your son didn’t even make a noise

“Did yu really forget who I am??” Your hubby dramatically cried out as he pouted, eyes turning into puppy eyes as he held his son’s hand

“Have I really been gone that long, Y/N?” He turned to you

“Ah-“

Hinata laid flat on the ground, laid on top of his cardboard cutout as you tried your best to comfort him

But it was no use

Hinata is now drowning in an indescribable emptiness-

“mmmmpapa,” your son suddenly spoke, making the two of you freeze

And before you knew it, hinata was sitting right before you, his eyes wide and al the sadness gone

Heck you could’ve sworn that there were literal stars twinkling right beside him

“Did you hear that?” He couldn’t stop smiling and you couldn’t believe your ears - of all the first words your son said, he said papa-

“Who am I?” He smiled, pointing at himself to his son

“Mmmmmama,” the little boy giggled and clapped his hands, leaning back into your chest happily, repeating “mama” happily no matter who he looked at

“Oh what a smart baby boy,” you lifted him high into the air as you laid yourself down, making him squeal as he spread his arms and flew

While another baby latched himself to your body, draping his muscular leg over your abdomen and his arm over you without bumping into your arms holding up S/N

“And what a big baby boy,” you teased, turning to Hinata to give him a peck on the lips as he laid on top of himself

“He doesn’t really remember me,” your husband pouted

“I’m sure he does, Sho,” you brought back down your baby boy, sitting him on Hinata’s stomach

“S/N, who’s this?” You pointed and now he paused once again while you two held your breaths

After just a bit, the bouncing baby boy let a big smile spread on his face as he leaned forward and rest his hands on his father’s chest

“Mama! Papa!” He giggled, resting his head onto Hinata’s chest

gif from @rivaillerose

Bokuto:

The house was filled with life as Bo and Kotaro played around, zooming across the living room

He chased the German shepard with his cardboard cutout from the previous game, noticing how curious Bo was with the cardboard cutout of his dad but he constantly stood still

Your son clung onto your shoulders and neck like a baby koala as he napped in your arms, refusing to sleep in his bed upstairs

He was so warm as you stroked your hand down his back, occasionally moving your hand up to comb your fingers through his dark hair

You would turn your head the best you could, craning your neck to see his sleepy face and it was 100% worth it

His cheeks were so chubby and the way they were smushed against your shoulder was absolutely adorable - they looked like mochi

Of course, you had to stop and push Kotaro away or else he would go into his baby fever mode and pinch your son’s cheeks like crazy

Sometimes he did do it a little too hard cause he just couldn’t resist, making your son cry out so you did your best to limit his cheek pinching

Bo’s tail wagged like crazy as your two balls of energy ran around back and fourth in the wide open living room, the afternoon sun shining in through the windows that looked into the backyard that stretched from the floor to the ceiling

His tail wagged as his front legs jumped and thumped against the ground and fortunately, he didn’t bark inside the house as he was trained

Your husband held the cardboard cutout, ran around, chasing the dog, getting him to jump and zoom al around the couches and in circles around him

You could’ve sworn you married a human, not a dog

This was quite entertaining to watch, more than any tv show or anything that could be put on screen as you just watched your life unfold

You married the love of your life, you two had a child formed from that love and you guys got to live in a mice house with plenty of space and you didn’t need to worry about the things in life that unfortunately many did

But just as Bo and Kotaro were on the other side from the living room, your son began to stir as he woke

“Hi bub, did you sleep good?” You sat up a bit, letting him sit on your stomach with his back leaned against your thighs

He yawned a big yawn, his body shook just a bit as tears rolled down his cheeks

“Aw, my baby,” you cooed as your heart melted

This

This small human that had mixed resemblances of you and Kotaro

This little human was yours

His hair was so soft in your touch

He babbled as he put his hands down from rubbing his eyes, his lips and cheeks pouty as you could still see the bits of sleep still in his eyes

“Look, it’s papa!” You lifted him up, turning him so he could see Kotaro playing with Bo but your timing wasn’t the best

Just as you turned your son around in your lap, Kotaro chased Bo with his cardboard cutout, making the large dog zoom all around, right toward the two of you - but you knew he wouldn’t jump onto you

But S/N didn’t

All he could see was a weird image if his dad (but he didn’t know it was an image) and then the large dark dog all racing toward him all of a sudden

Poor baby boy burst into tears at the strange sight that frightened him as he turned and clung onto your shirt, hiding his face away from the scary things

“Aw, baby, it’s just papa, look,” you tried to turn him as you soothed him but he refused, crying louder

“You scared him,” you smiled a bit but frowned looking down to your son as Kotaro knelt beside you, the cardboard cutout on the ground face down while Bo sat like the best boy on your other side, ears perked up and attentive and he watched what was happening

“S/N,” Kotaro called as he sat beside you, taking him away from you to the best of his struggles but eventually gave in and let him be taken by the bigger hands holding him

“Bubble, it’s just papa,” his hair drooped with his emotions as he looked at his son with puppy eyes that matched Bo’s as he watched across from you, his ears dropping as well

You could’ve sworn they shared the same braincell

“Bubble~ don’t cry,” Kotaro spoke fondly as he wiped his son’s tears, smiling to show that it was just him and Bo playing around as his little boy calmed down

“It’s just daddy playing with puppy,” his voice soft and sweet. “Ain’t that right, Bo?” The German Shepard walked around and sat right beside your husband

“See, it’s okay.” You reached your hand out, letting Bo sniff your hand and lick it, giving you a little kith

“What a good boy~” you spoke with a baby voice as your son reached out and did the same, timid, pulling back when the dog leaned close but eventually the two of you helped him, showing him that it was perfectly safe

The big puppy’s ears drooped as he let the little boy pet his snout, lightly sniffing it before licking it, kithing the small chubby hand

“See? One happy family,” Kotaro beamed as your son grew more and more fond of Bo

But he also made a mental note to not chase Bo around the house with the cutout of himself… while his son was in the room at least…

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

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ushiluv · 4 years ago

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Gambling and Babies

soon to be father!bokuto x pregnant!reader

gender reveal and gambling uncles (wc: 1475)

warnings

none! pure fluff (except kuroo being a filthy capitalist)

note from the author

i apologize if this is messy, i've never been to a baby shower before i just got the idea after watching a tik tok and felt like writing about it after baby fever hit me like a train. please let me know if i can improve anything about it <3

“Are you sure everything is ready?”

Akaashi was beyond nervous. Planning a baby shower for his best friend’s first born child was not something he ever saw himself doing, but how could he have passed upon the opportunity after seeing how excited Bokuto was at the idea of having one?

Obviously, you and your dear husband had no idea about the whole event, at least not until a few days ago. Atsumu ringed you both up to tell you about Akaashi’s surprise and told you to clear out your schedule for that day. You hadn’t seen Bokuto that excited since the day he got married to you in front of his (old and current) volleyball team and direct family. Quite frankly, the whole idea was also a surprise to you- you did mention wanting to have one once or twice at the beginning of your pregnancy but you didn’t expect anyone to actually follow through with the idea.

“Yes, stop stressing. Bokuto and Y/N are on their way already.” Hinata tried his best to calm Akaashi down, but the dark haired man still couldn’t stop fidgeting with his fingers. He wanted everything to be perfect, literally.

He kept walking around the big garden, recounting the balloons and making sure the amount was the exact same for the blue and pink ones.

23, 24, 25… alright, 1, 2…

“IS THIS ALL FOR US?”

Bokuto’s loud voice turned everyone’s head toward you two. He started looking at the place with stars in his eyes- literally, while you greeted the people who were invited. Some congratulated you, some hugged you and others were inviting you to bet with them on the gender of the baby.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” you said with a smile on your face. You didn’t really care that much about the gender of the baby and neither did Bokuto; both of you were ready for any of the outcomes possible, you just wanted the baby to be healthy. And with how your pregnancy was going so far, that’s not something you were worried about.

After thanking a few more guests for coming, you were making your way to Bokuto who was chatting with Akaashi.

Bokuto was clenching Akaashi’s shirt, telling him something with the pouty voice he used on you when you told him no a few too many times. “... promise I won’t tell her.”

“For the last time, Bokuto-san, I will not tell you the gender of the baby. You’ll have to find out later.”

“Kou, baby, you’re not causing Keiji trouble, are you?”

Bokuto straightened his back up at the sound of your voice and ran to you, quickly wrapping his arm around your waist.

“No, babe we were just playing, I was actually thanking him for putting up everything together.” Bokuto gave you a small peck on the temple.

You moved to take Akaashi’s hand in yours, “Oh, yeah Keiji this really means a lot, thank you so much.”

“It’s really nothing,” he went back to fidgeting with his hands, “I’m just glad you guys like it.”

You chuckle at the sight of the little habit he’s had since your high school days, it felt kind of nostalgic to see a part of the old him. Akaashi has been with you and Bokuto since the beginning, he’s actually the one who helped your husband confess his little crush on you back in high school. Seeing how far you three have gone was enough to water your lower lash line.

“You okay?” Bokuto asked, “We’re gonna pop the balloon soon, do you want me-”

You cut him off, “I’m perfect.” You cupped his cheeks to bring your lips together in a kiss. “Let’s go see what gender our child is.”

Bokuto nooded took your hand in his and kissed the back of it, something he’s always loved doing.

“No matter the gender, they’re gonna turn out to be the greatest volleyball player in Japan- No! The whole world!”

“With you as their father, I don’t doubt it at all.”

Bokuto and you stood in front of the table full of gifts. You were glad that Akaashi only invited your closest friends because you weren’t sure how to act in front of a too big audience.

“Bet it’s a boy” Atsumu said with a few money bills in hand.

“And I’m telling you it’s a girl!” Meian replied.

Chatters among the small crowd regarding your unborn child’s gender started taking up place. Atsumu and Meian had unexpectedly started a whole debate.

“Will you two lower it down? They’re going to pop the balloon.” Sakusa said before rolling his eyes at the antics of his capitan and teammate.

“WAIT, THE CAMERA” a panicked Hinata sprinted across the garden with a small camera and tripod in hand. “Don’t start without the camera.”

Meian moved to help him set up the whole thing, hoping it would save everyone some time. “What were you doing all this time?”

Hinata didn’t say anything and looked behind his back where a smiling Kuroo with yen bills in his hands could be seen. He put the money in his front pocket and joined the rest of the group.

“Come on guys let’s not waste any more time.” he said, hoping to get the attention off of him for a second.

Hinata hit play on the camera and everything from there started rolling. Akaashi gave you and Bokuto the large black floating balloon, not before congratulating you too one last time.

Large needle in hands, you started noticing how much you were shaking. “You pop it or I pop it?” you asked your husband.

“You pop it, I’m too nervous.”

“As if I aren’t.” you mumbled under your breath. “Let’s do it together?”

Bokuto eagerly nodded before wrapping his free hand over yours, the other was holding the string, stopping the balloon from escaping the party. The gesture calmed you down a bit, it was like a little reminder that you were definitely not in this alone. He has always been with you and will always be, he had promised, after all, and Bokuto would rather die than break a promise he’s made to you.

He leaned down slightly to kiss your cheek. “Okay 1, 2...3”

At the count of three, blue papers exploded from the balloon, leaving you and Bokuto speechless for a second. Tears started blurring your vision when you felt your husband’s arm around you, jumping up and down, not being able to contain his excitement anymore. He gave you a loud kiss on the mouth before joining his friend group who were all yelling and screaming about some were right and others were wrong. You were, yourself, quickly surrounded by a few people who bragged about knowing it already because Mom’s sense, Oh no it was just easy to tell, Actually women pregnant with boys- you lost count of the explanation they came up with you. You were just really happy to know that you and Bokuto would be welcoming a little boy to the world in the next few months.

After the excitement being calmed down, you joined Bokuto who was still chatting with some of his teammates. You could hear some of them complain about the money they’ve lost and it made you giggle.

As soon as the whole celebration was over and after cleaning everything up, you Bokuto and Akaashi went for a car ride like the good old days (in Bokuto’s words).

“We’re adults now” Bokuto sighed as he rubbed your belly with one hand and stirred the wheel with the other.

You laughed at his sudden realization. “Did it take you a whole baby to figure that?”

“Yeah,” he said dreamily “I’m just really glad I get to experience this with you, you know?”

“Me too, wouldn't experience it with anyone else.” you took his hand from your belly in yours and kissed his knuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Gosh you guys are as sappy as you were in high school.” Akaashi mumbled from the backseat.

You quickly turn around to give your good friend a small smack on the knee.

“It’s all your fault Akaashi!”

He laughed and leaned back in his seat, admiring the sunset that could be seen from his window. “Yeah, and I would do it again.”

bonus

“You said you knew the gender!” an angry Hinata was scolding Kuroo.

“I said I’m eighty-five percent sure of the gender, it’s just bad luck that it landed on the fifteen percent remaining!”

Hinata rubbed his face, trying to make the math in his head “Give me back my money at least.”

“Can’t do that.” Kuroo yawned, “That’s just how business works.” he pat Hinata’s head before walking away, leaving the small red head trying to figure out if he really got scammed or not.

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trueshellz · 3 years ago

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Domestic Event for @mindninjax

Warnings: sex scenes, teasing, fluff, some swearing, domesticated Bokuto, pet names (puppy, pup, baby, babe), clumsy Bokuto.

Summary: A typical week with Bokuto, a diary entry by you.

Monday

Waking up for work, hand slamming the blaring alarm on the bedside table, you glanced at the mirror to see your daily message from your husband scribbled in board marker. The light was just creeping through the blinds and you could hear the faint noise of birds chirping outside. He had early practice today, waking up at dawn to shower and get ready, you vaguely remember kissing him goodbye before he left the house. Glancing up, you saw his usual scrawl and a huge smiley face drawn for you as per usual.

Don't forget to eat your breakfast. And we ran out of apples. Love you! Kou 😀

A smile gracing your lips as you took a picture of it, adding it to your huge collection before getting into the shower and getting yourself ready for work. In the kitchen, you saw that he had made your lunch and set it on the dining table with a small animal post it saying how much he loved you, something he had seen on TV once and found super cute. Packing it away in your bag, you opened the fridge to see the smoothie he had made for you, another post it saying ‘Eat me!’ on there in big letters. Shaking your head fondly, you grabbed it before walking downstairs towards your car for your long ass day.

Opening the door to your house, you called out for Bokuto, checking to see if he had managed to return before you. Not seeing his trainers at the door or bag in the hallway, you presumed (correctly, when you heard nothing back) that he hadn’t returned home yet. After pulling on a oversized t-shirt, you began making dinner while humming along to music that you had put on. Deciding to make some roast chicken and vegetables, you were about halfway through when the front door opened and Bokuto called out.

“Hey!”

“Hi, Kou!”

Turning to see him walk through the door, you barely had enough time to out the knife down before he picked you up and swung you around. Laughing along with you, more so when you screamed, he put you down before pulling you in for a kiss. Hands resting on your hips, small pecks on your lips before a longer one, tongue stroking yours when you moaned loudly. Pulling your even closer until you could feel the heat from his chest, the way his muscles flexed under your hands as you trailed them down his body. Reaching under his top to scrape your nails against his abs the way he liked, reaching down towards the happy trail that led to his shorts. The moment broken by the timer on the oven pinging, making you pull away with a giggle.

“Go shower, dinner’s ready.”

Tuesday

Working from home today, your work flow was interrupted when you heard a yell from the door way.

"Babe, there's a package for you!"

"Just stick it in the living room."

Assuming the silence meant that Bokuto would do as you asked, you continued writing up your notes for work when the office door open and your husband bumbled in. The door slamming on the wall, you could see his legs in your peripheral as he approached the desk.

"Baby, look!"

"Kou, I don't even know what I ordered, what-"

Oh.

You remembered what you had ordered now.

"Baby, these are so pretty! I bet your boobs will look amazing. Will you model them for me?"

You couldn't help but drop your head half-amused and half-flustered as he modelled one of the three bra sets you had ordered. This one was a harness style one, criss crossing over the boobs with small ringlets. Black in colour, it look amazing against his skin even though he had no boobs, his pecs looked pretty good.

"Kou... how are your boobs as big as mine?"

A beat as the realisation dawned on him.

"Baby! These are pecs, not boobs!"

Turned out you did end up modelling it for him, all three one by one just as he requested. The last one was a teal corset type with suspenders and a thong, Bokuto had literally sat there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish for two minutes until you sat in his lap. His hands finding purchase on your ass as he pulled you forward, lips attacking your exposed skin around your breasts and neck. Running his hands down the seam where the thong met your ass, the breath caught in your throat when he tugged the cups on the bodice down. Mouth latching onto your sensitive nipples, a sharp slap to your ass which had you gasping and grinding down on his hard dick. The sweatpants that he was wearing providing little resistance, thin fabric between you as you moved your hips back and forth.

"Baby, you need another 5 of these sets. You look fucking amazing."

Nodding, words failing you when his fingers move to your wet pussy, juices making the fabric of the thong stick to you. The noises when he swipes through your juices, using your slickness to ease his way inside you. One finger, then two stretching you, curling inside you as he takes your mouth in a wet kiss. Tongue licking inside your mouth, capturing your little moans and 'uh uh uh' as he finger fucks you.

"Kou... please."

Head thrown back when he finally pushes inside you, his thick cock stretching wider than his fingers ever could. Hands on his shoulders as he uses your body, palms cupping your ass as he bounces you on his dick. His head buried in your neck, groaning and mumbling about how good you feel, how you wet pussy is squeezing him tight and how he's going to fill you up, breed you full of his cum.

Wednesday

After work you decide to go over to his practice, the Jackals preparing for a game in a few weeks meant Bokuto had practice this week more than usual. The slamming of the ball greeting you as you walked in, you could see his teammates doing their drills. Running across the hall back and forth, touching the floor with each lap. You could see the timekeeper on the side as well as their manager and coach. You had decided to make lunchboxes for everyone, waking up early to prepare all the side dishes for each box. Each one containing rice, vegetables and meat, almost double what you would eat but it make sense since some of these guys were huge. A ball flying across your face, whizzing past so close your hair blew was the only introduction you got before Atsumu screamed.

"Bokuto! Ya almost killed yer wife!"

Shaking your hands to appease his impending emo mode, giggles erupting as he bounced over to check your body out. Hands grabbing you and turning you around, inspecting each part of you before he deemed you safe from harm. Dragging you to the side benches, planting a kiss on your forehead and gently sitting you down before running back to the middle of the hall.

You watched as they battled three against three, a practice game to hone their skills and keep themselves in good shape. The game ending quickly as they reached a tie (barely), watching them cool down and ice their limbs. Walking over, you grabbed the ice pack from the cooler and placed it on Bokuto's knee over the brace he always wore. Greeted with a cute smile before you were tugged down onto his lap.

"Ew, Kou. You're all sweaty!"

The words making him laugh, rubbing his face against your neck and t-shirt as you giggled and pushed him away.

"I brought food."

"Ooh."

Your conversation cut short when Atsumu held up the bento box he was holding. A wide grin on his face as he pointed to the note and extra meat in there.

"Bokuto, ya better hurry before I steal yer lunch."

"Hey!"

You weren't even sure how this had happened.

Seriously.

Bokuto had one instruction.

Fill the tub for the bubble bath and now you had returned to see the bathtub full of so many bubbles you could barely see your husband.

"I... I don't even know what to say."

Spluttering when a cloud of bubbles were blown in your face, reaching over to pull the plug a little to drain some water. The motion hindered when you were tugged, clothes and all, in the bathtub with a huge splash. Water sloshing over the sides as it overflowed, the loud laughter of your husband as your half drowned. Pushing yourself up, hair plastered on your face and clothes drenched through, you glared at the innocent face staring back at you trying to stifle his laughter.

"Looking good, baby."

Hands reaching forward, Bokuto pulled at the sodden clothes and threw them on the floor. The plop noise it made only adding to the water that had spilled over already, the same hands pulling your forward until your back was against his chest. Laughing when you crossed your arms in a pout, ignoring him as he tried to kiss your neck and rub his cheek against you.

"Baby... you were taking too long."

Silence.

"Baby! I'm sorry. I'll mop it up. I promise."

Still nothing.

"Puppy, please? I'm sorry."

The pet name did it, the annoyance you felt thawing away as his arms wrapped around you again. The warmth of the water adding to the hear from his body, his slick muscles rubbing against your back. His thick thighs on either side of yours, bubble bath making them slip and slide as you moved. Hisbhands rubbing the soap into your skin, innocent at first until the began pinching and pulling at your nipples. Bathroom filling with moans, groans and gasps as he played your body and bought you you orgasm

Thursday

Deep cleaning day.

You had dressed in one of his t shirts and tied your hair in space buns, Bokuto wearing some shorts and a vest with a hat turned backwards to stop the dust getting in it. While he dusted the living room and bedrooms, you had decided to clean the kitchen and wipe down the mirrors. Music blasting from the speakers as he shook the rags outside, sputtering when he did it too close to his face.

Turning to see your dorky husband dancing with the broom as he swept the floor, giggling when he started serenading it along with the song playing. Screeching when he pulled you into a dip, you leg in the air as he held your lower back, a loud kiss on your lips before he tugged you back up and spun you away from him. Moving to clean the windows, laughter erupting when Bokuto decided to clean and squat at the same time. Bouncing up and down with each swipe, methodically moving vertically to make sure there was no streaks in the glass. Opening the door to clean outside, laughter again when he began mirroring your movements as he cleaned, pulling funny faces that had you sputtering, stomach cramping from laughing so hard.

"You're giving me a stitch, Kou. Stop!"

Dinner was a crazy affair as well. He had decided that he wanted to cook and you werent allowed to help. Settling you (read: bundling you up and dropping you onto the sofa) with your favorite drink, he had left you with a kiss on the lips before disappearing into the kitchen. The open plan allowing you to kind of see over the sofa he as he moved around. He had gone shopping after you had cleaned up while you showered. There was a bang and crash followed by a yelp which had you jumping off the sofa, strict orders be damned.

The sight greeting you had you in a fit of laughter, Bokuto had managed to overfill the pot with pasta and water, the froth bubbling over the top and onto the hob. Your husband had, in his haste and panic, put a lid on it which just made it worse. Once the laughter had stopped, you moved to turn the gas off before patting his face. His hair had flopped down and you could see a small pout on his face, emo mode was fully in motion.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to make dinner for you. But I forgot that pasta expands so much."

"Don't worry about it, babe. Let's clean this up and get dinner sorted ok?"

Mopping the pasta water while he finished dinner, you set the table and lit some candles to cheer him up. He had made pasta with a salad and garlic bread and bought some pastries and crepe cakes for dessert from your favourite bakery. Pulling off his top, now covered in sauce and herbs, and tugging on a new one he sat down next to you and held a fork full of pasta in front of you.

"Say aah."

Friday

Bokuto was sat playing video games on the floor, headset perched on his head with his hair tied in pigtails to keep it flopping in his face. He was wearing a jumper and some shorts, sat cross legged on the floor as he shouted at his teammates down the comms. You had finished some work this morning before creeping up on him, your hair tied up in a bun and his hoodie with just underwear underneath. Sitting behind him, you leaned on his back as he played, his body vibrating with a hum when he felt you there. Hands running up and down his torso, you could feel the heat of his body through his clothes. The ridges of his pecs and the muscle clenching each time he spoke, twitching when he laughed out loud.

Moving your hands under his top, he hissed when your cold hands met his skin. The warmth instantly making you moan, fingers skimming over his body as you ran them across and thumbed his nipples. You grinned when he whined at you to stop, he had crashed his car in the game and you could hear his teammates laughing through the headset. Deciding to see how far you could push him, you raked your nails down his chest and across his pecs.

"Baby, stop...I'm getting pummelled here."

Smiling to yourself, you moved to your knees and pressed your breasts against his back with a small moan. Hands moved thumbing the muscles, pressing into them gently as you kissed his neck. Suddenly, the controller and headset were ripped off, flung to the right as he spun around and flung off his top. You barely had enough time to move back before he pulled you forward and under him. Hand cupping your neck as he took your mouth in a hard kiss, silencing your giggles.

"You're gonna pay for that, pup."

After dinner, you had chosen a movie to watch curled up together on a sofa with him. The sex from earlier had you sore in a good way, your body stretched as he pushed you to the floor by the neck. Finger indents in your his and ass from where he held you in place, ass heated from the spanks he had delivered for being a brat. You grinned when you remembered how he took his frustration out on your body. The stark contrast to now, your cute husband had wrapped you both in a huge blanket and surrounded you by pillows as he lay behind you on the sofa. His legs intertwined with yours, arms around you with his hands up your hoodie tracing patterns on your stomach. It was completely innocent, the movement a source of comfort for him as you lay together. You had pulled up the back of your hoodie and the front of his t-shirt to feel some warmth.

Movie playing, his breath warm against your neck as he nuzzled you, fingers writing his name, your name and drawing hearts and stars. The pitter patter of rain as it hit the windows, lights dimmed in the room giving a cosy feel. You enjoyed moments like this; spending time with him, just being close and having him love on you. Bokuto was always the type to show his affection through touch, public or private he didn't care. Fingers intertwined or hand resting on your lower back as you walked down the street, arm around your shoulder if you were in a busy place, twirling you around when you took a stroll in an open place. You would catch him staring at you sometimes, all attention on you when you worked, cooked or ate, a soft smile across his face as he did. The smile getting bigger when you would feel self-conscious or get shy.

Eyes drooping, the last thing you remember was being hoisted up in his arms as he carried you to bed.

Saturday

Writing the shopping list and grabbing your reusable bags, you hopped into the car to wait for Bokuto to lock the front door. The journey to the supermarket was filled with your joint karaoke in the car. Music blaring, his hands tapping along as you sang loudly not caring about what you sounded like or the looks you were getting from those in other cars around you. Fits of laughter when you hit a high note rather badly or Bokuto's weird rap ad libs in the background. Grabbing your hand when you exited the car to drag you to the doors, large trolley between his hands as he started at the back of the store. You had designed a system when you got married, fruits and frozen items would be last to stop them getting smooshed or melting.

Weaving in and out the lanes, you reading out the list as Bokuto added the items as you said them. Sneaking some extra snacks into there when you weren't looking (you were, you chose to ignore it) and lifting you up when you wanted to get something from one of the back shelves. Getting odd looks when you were sat on his shoulders just to grab the last bag of sweets which had fallen. Walking still, crossing items off the list that you had already put into the trolley, you turned around to ask Bokuto what meat he wanted when you noticed that he was missing. Glancing left and right, still no sight of him... not that he was hard to miss with his distinct hair colour and loud persona.

Reaching for your phone, you decided to play a prank on him when he picked up. Dialling his number, you took a few quick breaths to make yourself sounded worried and scared, your voice higher pitched than usual as you acted scared.

"Baby, I don't-"

"Kou, there's a guy following me! I don't know what to do and I lost you in the store. Where are you?"

'"I'm coming. I'm coming. Hold on. Just tell me where you are."

After directing him to your position, you heard rather than saw him coming. The clanging of the trolley and his loud steps and he bumbled down the aisle holding a mop (it was on the list, previously in the trolley) to apprehend your imaginary assailant. You could see him searching left and right, eyes darting at each person before landing on you. Deflating completely when he saw you curled up in laughter, arms clutching your stomach. He poked your ass with the end of the mop before picking you and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You laughter ringing through the store as you finished your shopping spree and teasing your husband.

In the afternoon, you had decided to work out together. Something that didn't happen often, he preferred early mornings while you liked evenings after work. Pulling on some leggings and a top, you tied your hair away from your face as you exited the bedroom, Bokuto was filling your water bottles as your approached. Time passed quickly, you were working on your sumo deadlifts and squats while he was working on his biceps and triceps. At some point, you had stopped working out and opted to state at him while he did his cross body bicep curls. Watching his arms flex and tense when he pulled the dumbell up, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Lifting his top to wipe it away, he caught your face in the mirror and broke out in a huge grin. Walking over, he put his hands on his hips as you pretended to fix your wrist straps.

"Interesting workout you have there, pup. What muscles is that developing? The tongue hanging out your mouth?"

Eyes crinkled in a grin, you shoved him away before turning to start a new set of squats when a hand landed with a thwack on your ass.

"Hey!"

A wink as he walked away, you shook your head as you continued your set. Headphones on your ears as the blasted through the last three supersets before laying on the mat to rest before you stretched. Bokuto walking over to join you, a quick peck on the lips before he stood up and motioned for you lift your leg up. Pushing it onto his shoulder, you groaned loudly when he pushed it back. The act innocent, but reminding you too much if a certain position he loved to pin you down and fuck you in.

"Hey. I can't fuck you yet, get your head out the gutter."

Ignoring your pout, Bokuto moved to sit next to you so you could do the same to him. His eyes fixed on your boobs with a huge grin, hands holding your hips and tracing the small strip of exposed skin. Moving his leg slightly to the side, you yelped when you fell forward into his chest with with oomph. Rolling you under him again, thankful this was your own personal gym in your house rather than a public one, you shook your head when he blew a raspberry in your neck.

Laughing loudly, he stood and pulled you up for your cool down stretches. Holding your arms above your head, bending you forward until your ass hit his semi-hard dick, making you sit in a deep squat so he could cup your luscious ass. The stretching taking twice as long with the goofing around and flirting going on, not that you minded.

Not when he was fully hard by the end, chasing you from the home gym to the shower.

Sunday

Separating the clothes into three piles (dark, light and coloured) you started the machine to wash the bedsheets you just pulled off the bed. Dabbing on some mascara and lipstick, you fixed your hair before giving Bokuto a small kiss on the lips. You were meeting your friends for a quick lunch, leaving Bokuto to finish the laundry.

"Remember-"

"Don't mix the colours to save time. I know, babe."

"And-"

"And don't add to much washing powder. Yes, yes. Go. I'll be fine."

Apprehensive, you gave him a pointed look before leaving the house, your husband watching a match on the television. Meeting with friends, you enjoyed a bout of lunch (a barbecue placed you loved) before messaging him with a reminder quickly. Getting nothing back from him, you assumed he had done as you asked, deciding to go for a quick coffee before returning home. Picking up an iced coffee for Bokuto, you started your journey home to start on dinner before it got too late.

Opening the door, you were pleasantly surprised to see the washing outside. Colours all hanging up, the greys-

Greys?

"Kou..."

"So I may have accidently put my MSBY t-shirt in with the white clothes. Maybe."

"You put a black t-shirt in with white clothes."

"Yes."

Sighing loudly, you handed him his iced coffee before kissing him on the lips.

"At least this time, our whites aren't dyed pink. Progress."

Packing his suitcase, you pulled his sportswear from the cupboard and folded it. Taking the clothes he handed to you and adding them to his bag, folding each one properly and checking that he had his passport and paperwork for his upcoming match. Adding his charger and iPad to his hand luggage and some snacks that he would want on the plane as well as his little album of photos that he carried with him. Photos of your together, his family and your moments together.

"Ticket printed?"

"Yep."

"Blood test paperwork printed?"

"It's on my phone."

"Missing anything?"

"You."

Smiling, you turned in his arms as he hugged you from the back. You hadn't managed to get time off for his match in time and while he was abroad for one week, you would be alone in the house. Bokuto had been in a slump after the laundry incident, mood progressively worsening at the morning of his flight grew near. While you attended most of his games, the few times he went alone was hard for both of you.

"Seven days, Kou. Seven days and then you'll be back. I'll even pick you up from the airport."

A nod, hair tickling your neck as he held you close, rocking side to side as he grasped you tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"Me too, babe. Me too."

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bokubear · 3 years ago

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class shenanigans | hq boys

w/ ; bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji, kita shinsuke, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi

a/n ; i was in the mood to write ! that was a lie, i’m experiencing a ushijima brainrot atm.. ♡

bokuto ≫ he probably slid through the window once. he got in trouble but because of his profuse apologies it was excused. i imagine him racing through the classroom to you screaming “i need to see my wife !” or something crazy like that.

akaashi ≫ the classical gentleman. he’ll leave a note on your desk asking if you can stay after class so he can walk with you. it’s really sweet. unfortunately, once a few other girls realized that he was doing this, they would always squeal and ask for his number while he walked with you. he brushes it off, because his only focus is on you.

kita ≫ he gets to there crazy early anyways, so don’t expect to be before him. if anything, you’re the one visiting him. although it may seem pointless, that smile he gives you when he sees you says a lot more than words could express. one time, the class had emptied and he asked to kiss you, so softly. the most gentle you had ever seen him.

atsumu ≫ he kneels whenever he sees you and addresses you as “the queen” and proceeds to force everyone in a 5 meter to bow along with him. if you become embarrassed easily, good luck. he’s a pain. good intentions though. he holds your hand to each class and loudly exclaims “i’ll be back to pick up the princess !”

sakusa ≫ not really into walking through large crowds of people. but for you.. maybe. no, that’s actually a yes. similar to akaashi, he picks you up after class and takes you to his next class. his favorite is when he gets to walk with you after the day ends and just talk about your day. he thinks it’s romantic.

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited

#—maakwrites #🌱#bo <3 #:)#bokuto kotaro #akaashi keiji #kita shinsuke #atsumu miya #sakusa kiyoomi #bokutoxreader #akaashi x reader #kita x reader #sakusa x reader #atsumu x reader #hqxreader #haikyuuxreader #hq #fluff #domestic hc’s

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haijimee · 4 years ago

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warm embrace

bokuto kotaro x reader

authors note: bokuto bokuto bokuto,,i love big man so much, so much, he always fills my thoughts and makes me so happy!!! so this <333 also DOMESTIC BOKUTO MAKES ME FROTH AT THE MOUF

cw/tw: pure fluff?? absolute pure fluff??? domesticity, mentions of pregnancy/family, marriage, female reader, light cursing??, just acting like a married couple, tw: happy couple🤢🤢/j

song to listen to: The Girl from Ipanema , Frank Sinatra

"Tall and tan and yada yada the girl from ipanema goes walkin.."

You murmured, swaying your hips as you danced around the kitchen, the smell of roasting vegetables and beef on the pan swirling around your little house. You brushed some breadcrumbs off your yellow apron, singing along to the song playing on the speaker, or well, trying to because who really knows all the lyrics to a frank sinatra song?

You barely noticed the jingle of keys and the door opening, as your husband Kotaro stepped through the door, excitedly humming as he placed his bag down and heard the music playing. He peeked into the kitchen, seeing you sway and hum as the smell of your cooking made his mouth water. He creeped up behind you with a smile, placing his hands on your hips and his head atop yours as you jumped.

"Ko! Don't scare me like that!" You cried, smiling as your husband laughed, grinning.

"Sorry babyyyy, you were just singing so pretty I didn't wanna bother youu!" he drawled, and you laughed, pinching his cheek as he made a noise of surprise. You turned back to your cooking as he wrapped his arms around your waist, humming as his chin was on your shoulder and you both sang.

"Yada yada yada da da da da, the girl from ipanema goes walkinnn" Kotaro sang, as he twirled you around and took your hands, rocking back and forth with a goofy smile as you giggled, resting your cheek on his chest.

"And when she smiles, I smile, but she doesn't see~ she doesn't see me.." He says, as your hands rest around his waist and he takes your chin, tipping it up to his face as he captures your lips in a sweet romantic kiss. You can taste the peach chapstick you bought him and smile, as you both break apart and he smiles, pressing his forehead against yours and giving eskimo kisses, rubbing your noses together.

"Turn off the stove and come lay down with me, we can have dinner later I promise!" He says, and you nod, rolling your eyes and smiling as he jumps up happily, running over to the couch as you turn off the stove and oven, taking off your apron as well.

Soon, you two are entangled together, you resting atop his chest as you listen to the rythmic beat of his heart. He runs his hands up and down your back, rubbing circles in your shoulderblades.

"Hey honey?" He asks, and you look up at him, mumbling a 'mhmm?' as you close your eyes and nuzzle your cheek against his chest.

"What if we had kids?" He asks, and you move your head up, looking at him. His cheeks are red and his eyes are looking anywhere but at you. You smile softly, reaching out and rubbing his cheek with your thumb, cupping it with your hand.

"I think, Mr. Bokuto, it would be lovely to have some kids." You purr, the thought filling your head of little copies of you two running around, threading between your husbands strong legs before he picks them up, holding a baby in your arms and kissing its soft skin. Watching them grow and accomplish things and have families of their own. The idea of having a family with Kotaro, it makes you smile.

"Well then, Mrs. Bokuto, how about we try?" he asks, looking into your eyes, you look right back and smile, nodding your head as you hug him.

"That would be lovely." You whisper, snuggling into his warm embrace.

baby fever is so kicking my ass rn and i cant even have kids ik im not ready for them but i want them so bad,,i wanna be a parent,,,SOBS SO LOUD!! at least im an aunt/uncle, taking care of my little cousins works for me <33

gimme more domestic haikyuu fics i crave them pls

also yes i do know the lyrics to the song i just dont wanna type em

#©️haijimee #🌿.smiling #🧃.bokuto kotaro #🥤.haikyuu!!#bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu x reader #x reader #x female reader #haikyuu fluff #domestic bokuto #im crying hes so #i love him #bokuto lets get married #bokuto marry me challenge

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okaywa · 4 years ago

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Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suga- Annoying things they do around the house

Oikawa

100% steals all of the blankets every night and then has the audacity to complain that it’s hot

Leaves all of his products out in the bathroom but then tells you not to leave your towel on the floor

Coffee/tea mugs EVERYWHERE

Kuroo

Goes to sleep on his side of the bed, steadily gravitates over to yours until he’s spread eagle across the entire bed and you’re curled in a ball

Never, EVER folds the blankets he uses in the living room

Despite having a hamper his dirty clothes manage to get everywhere but inside it

Bokuto

He takes his shoes off at the door, but he doesn’t set them nicely off to the side. He KICKS them off to land wherever so he can find you ASAP

Takes a shower, leaves a fucking POND on the floor

Gym bag set in the worst places I’m talking on the couch, kitchen counter, kitchen table, anywhere you don’t want a nasty bag full of sweaty clothes that has 100% been on the gross locker room floor

Suga

I see him as being pretty neat so he has little problems like leaving his school work spread over the entire table

Leaves the faucet dripping because he always forgets to twist it that last little bit

Always goes to bed with socks on, remembers he hates sleeping with socks, and then wiggles them off so when you go to change the bedding TONS of socks fall out

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undyingfangirlfeels · 4 years ago

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Still thinking about BokuAka parents doting on their (adopted) baby crows

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #bokuaka #tsukishima kei #this feels so domestic im sensitive dont touch me #baby crows #akaashi keiji #Bokuto kotaro

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years ago

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Dad! Atsumu and Dad! Bokuto:

Domestic Life with Their Partners

Dad! Bokuto Kotaro x Male! Reader and Dad! Miya Atsumu x Male! Reader

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: This is a request from Dragon Anon!

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

Bokuto Kotaro

Bokuto will be one of the best, if not the best dads in the HQ world 🤚🏻

I said what I said 😤

Honestly, he's basically a child himself for like- what else would you expect?

He's totally the dad to just sit and stare at his sleeping baby, being like "I helped make that" 🥺

You and Bokuto have three kiddos *currently*

I say currently because Bokuto could never have enough

Whether you adopted, birthed your own or fostered, Bokuto is all about that life

Let's just say, you stay home with the kiddos

Bokuto is busy with training and you both decided you wanted one parent at home

Needless to say, by the end of the day you are exhausted

Raising three demon spawn is exhausting

I should know, I keep two alive on the daily 🤚🏻

"Dad, when is daddy coming home?"- your oldest asks you

"Soon my love, I hope VERY soon"- you, about to lose your last bit of patience

When you hear the door open, chaos ensues

Not from you or the kids, oh no

From the giant owl man on the other side 🤣

"DADDY'S HOME"- Kotaro screams as your kiddos rush to hug and jump all over him

Finally, YN some breathing time

Bokuto doesn't forget about you tho, oh no

On top of being an amazing dad, he's also an amazing partner

"Hey my wonderful husband"- Kotaro says giving you a sweet kiss 🥰

"Ko you are sweaty and gross. Go shower"- you say

Bokuto 👉🏻🥺 so you don't love me if I smell??

"I'll love you more if your clean"- you 😁

Bokuto 👉🏻🥲 pain

Bokuto runs to shower while you start dinner

This man will fully come out of the shower, in a towel and start playing with his kids

Because he's that amazing!

"Ko get dressed! Dinners almost done"- you shout

"Why can't I just eat like this?"- Bokuto

"Can I eat in my underwear too?"- your middle child shouts

You 👉🏻😐 that's why Ko

"Lets just all eat in our underwear!"- Bokuto yells

Everyone including Bokuto screams in excitement

You 👉🏻😐 absolutely not

"Baby- why??"- Kotaro 🥺

"Because I wad planning a trip to the park after dinner but if we are all in our underwear, how will we go?"- you

Bokuto and the kids all look at each other 👀

"Ok kids let's get dressed like dad said!!"- Bokuto shouts

A resounding "HEY HEY HEY" reverberates from down the hall

You just smile to yourself because your life is so perfect 🥰

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is one of those dads who tells dad jokes all the time

Like the minute he becomes a dad, it's like a transformation

But he's also like the super hot dad

Like the dad that carries his babies in baby wraps

He also is that dad who will totally help with night feeds but he doesn't so diaper changes 🤚🏻

I stand by that ok

You and Atsumu have twin boys and man, is it a blast 🤣

I say that because Atsumu is finally understanding what it's like to raise a mini him and Osamu

You are at work one day when your husband calls

"Babe! The boys are driving me insane! One of them hit the other one with my volleyball and now they are both crying" he says as the boys scream in the background

"Sumu give them a treat and I promise they will stop crying"- you say

"Dear husband, I DID! I called Samu to come help and he's bringing onigiri. The boys can have that right?"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻😐🙄 yes darling

"Do I have to cut it up for them? Omg what if they choke??"- Atsumu says panicking

"Sumu chill out"- you say trying to keep your husband calm

"Omg YN how do you so this when I travel? How do you survive?"- Atsumu says

"Well- there's always booze"- you say shrugging and typing on your computer

"YN seriously"- Sumu says, his voice saying all that needs to be said

"Is that YN?"- Osamu says entering the house

"Yeah, omg where is the second one??"- Sumu says panicking

You 👉🏻🤨 the second one?

"They are identical YN!"- Sumu says running around