#bokuto koutaro x me

[emmyrosee]

“Oh my god, this guy is soooo hot.”

Immediately in your peripheral, a spiky head of hair instantly whips towards you, golden eyes wide and curios when they stare intently at you. “Who?” Koutaro asks, voice hiked with only the slightest bit of jealousy.

“Oh, just this guy on my Instagram feed,” you say, as if trying to brush it off. Your eyes flick back to koutarou, who’s mentally going through your followers lists to see who you could be talking about.

“Who?” He asks again. You snicker and try to bite it back with a cough.

“Just- just this guy, like he’s sooooo handsome.”

“What guy?” Koutaro has now taken the liberty of crawling towards you, only rather than jealousy and panic, his eyes are now shiny with intrigue. “I want to see the handsome guy!”

You tuck your phone away and cock a brow, “you want to see him?”

He offers you a shrug, “I like handsome men too; why do you think I hung around Kuroo so much in high school?”

“Kuroo’s handsome?”

“You DONT think Kuroo’s handsome?!”

“No, I think Akaashi’s handsome.”

“No, Akaashi’s beautiful.”

For a moment, the man on your phone is forgotten as you stare at each other, brows quirked before breaking down into a fit of shared laughter, your head thunking against his chest while his arms tossed around you, keeping you close. When you both manage to control yourselves, he nudges you again, “come on! I want to see the eye candy!”

You finish your giggles before moving yourself and your phone towards him, but rather than an Instagram post or account, it’s your camera, flipped towards you both. Koutarou’s cheeks dust pink and he strikes a wild smolder at the camera.

“You’re right,” he says, whistling at himself. “That’s one handsome guy. Damn. He’s too handsome-“ he’s now taken the liberty of pushing back slightly to flex his arms and shoulders, “-devilishly good looking; bet he’s got tons of people falling at his feet, he’s so handsome.”

“More handsome than Kuroo?”

Koutarou scoffs and shakes his head, “way, way more handsome than Kuroo.”

With that, he quickly wraps his arms around you and tugs you close to smother you in kisses, wet and noisy along your cheeks and head, and in your fit of laughter and squeals, your thumb slips and takes more than a few pictures, full of laughter and squirms and they’re perfect. You couldn’t have asked for better pictures.

And it’s worth the explanation to Kuroo when Koutarou posts those same pictures hours later, with the caption “say I’m much more handsome than @vlblmngr, not as cute as @a.kaashikeiji”

[uravitypng]

Koutaro's kinks, let's talk about it 🤓 even better with our chubby reader🤩☝🏼

eeek !! i'm soooo excited to talk about him !!♡

praise- koutaro LOVES praise!! giving and receiving. he likes being told about how good he's making you feel and how much you love him. he likes praising you, if you have self esteem issues or you don't bokuto is going to do everything in his power to constantly remind you how wonderful and pretty you are. "so gorgeous baby, my pretty girl. just perfect, i love you."

size kink- his size kink kicks in whenever he's around you because you're just so soft and squishy (smaller than him in height too, because he's superrr tall) and he loves having you under him, his large form caging you in between his arms. "you look so good under me, i could just eat you right up." he's so much bigger than you and can pick you up like you weigh nothing, pressing your pudgy body against his harder firm body makes his head go fuzzy. he will manhandle you without even realising it, he just wants your soft small body where he wants you to be and will move you to make sure you are there.

breeding- boy oh boy does he have a breeding kink. the idea of filling you up for hours sounds like heaven. "come on babe, you can get that later. i'm sure you're sore. if you really want your charger i can get it for you," he thinks you don't know whats happening. you do. he doesn't want to have any of his cum drip out of you. it would be a waste, the only place his cum should be is in you with no chance of any spilling out.

daddy kink- he obviously knew about daddy kinks but he never thought he had one. the idea didn't seem super appealing to him and he never thought to ask anyone to call him it in bed butttt when you accidentally slip out a breathy moan of 'daddy' when he slides into you his pace becomes unsteady because holy hell did that sound good coming out of your mouth. his previously stated breeding kink is doubled. bokuto's super into it and it never fails to get a blush out of him.

the more common it's become with you both the more confident he will get in indulging himself with calling you 'mama/mummy' while folding you in half and plowing into you, making sure by the end of the night you end up with at least three loads of his cum in you. "that feel good? want daddy to make you a mummy?" "want daddy to fill you up?"

[iheartduckie]

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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reblogs let others see my work! notes and feedbacks are highly appreciated <3 boop

mahal ka MWAH

[feelingbluewrites]

Bokuto: I'm so ready for this game! I just had sex so I'm feeling super good!

Y/n: BOKUTO DON'T SAY THAT

Bokuto: *blinks slowly* why?

Fukurodani: O.O

[real-hot-grl-shi]

nah cuz… 🤭🤭

Y’all gotta hear me out js a lil 😢

[sukunas-princess]

Co-worker!Kotarou, who only got this cushy part-time corporate gig because Tetsuro put in a good word for him.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who wants to do his best and show Tetsuro that he won’t regret it, but he’s just hopelessly clumsy and always in the way somehow. You can’t help but think that Tetsuro is playing some grand prank on you by giving Kotarou to you. This man can barely answer the phone correctly. How will he ever learn how to be a proper administrative assistant for you?

Co-worker!Kotarou, who shoots straight up from his desk when you arrive every morning, and then trails behind you, just like a happy pup. He fills you in on everything he’s done so far (before he got to work. God knows he isn’t useful at work), and then proceeds to read you your messages – if you can call them that. Most are just scribbles about how the voice sounded because he forgot to ask for a name.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who gets a little too curious about you and wants to know what you do outside of work, and then jokingly asks you if you even know how to have fun.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who stares at you blankly when you tell him you most certainly have fun, and when he asks you to give examples, you snap at him to get back to his desk.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who has disturbed your precious breaks more than once by running into your corner office and claiming he has broken the copier. He’s a sight to behold with his button-down shirt no longer buttoned, the tight white t-shirt underneath fighting with honor to stay on as he babbles about how “It’s out of paper” or “It’s out of toner” or it’s out of blah blah blah.

You now lock your door for your breaks.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who presses Tetsuro for information about you on his lunch breaks. Tetsuro laughs when Kotarou pouts and says that he doesn't understand what he did, but you always look so mad at him. Tetsuro assures him that that's just who you are - no nonsense at work, but your resting bitch face certainly isn't doing you any favors. He gently reminds Kotarou that "not everyone is an open book like you, dude" but to "work hard, and they'll appreciate it. Just don't be so... you in the meantime".

So Co-worker!Kotarou, who tries not to be so… well, him. He does his very best to make you proud – writing down actual names and numbers when he takes a message, fixing the copier by himself, and busting his butt so he's two steps ahead of you with whatever you need.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who is in the middle of typing up your agenda for tomorrow when you peek your head out and call for him. And when he asks what you need, you pause for a moment before softly telling him, “Nothing. Just… Good job”.

(And Co-worker!Kotarou, who can’t help but let out a little fist pump once you’re out of sight.)

Co-worker!Kotarou, who brings in donuts for the whole office one morning (charged onto one of Tetsuro’s credit cards, of course), and is crestfallen when you politely decline taking one of them. He's noticed you look a little sad lately, and he wanted to make your day better with a tasty treat at the very least.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who is trying sooooooooo hard not to be nosy, but he can't help but overhear you constantly arguing with someone over the phone nowadays, and it's definitely not with a client.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who hears little rumblings through the office that you're no longer in a relationship, and that things are about to get rough if everyone doesn't stay in line.

So Co-worker!Kotarou, who comes in a full two hours before you now, preparing everything in order to make your day as smooth as possible. It's none of his business what happened between you and your ex, but he wants to help any way he can.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who continues to bring in breakfast once a week for the office (still charged to Tetsuro’s credit card), and has a sweet treat for you completely separate from the rest. He’s hell bent on finding out what kind of pastry you enjoy most, since it's clearly not donuts. And even if you don’t like it, hopefully you laughed at the dad joke he left beside it.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who attempts to cheer you up one evening - offering to stay late, or to beat your ex-lover up, or to go buy junk food down at the corner store and you can just rant to him while you eat it all.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who gets a little bit of a smile out of you with that last one.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who genuinely says “Seriously. If you need anything, I’m here. I wouldn’t be a very good assistant if I wasn’t.”

Co-worker!Kotarou, who's laughter is so contagious when you answer, “You’re a terrible fucking assistant, Kotarou” that you can’t help but laugh too.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who feels a little spark as you both just continue to smile at each other. These past couple months have been difficult, to say the least. He would be a liar if he said he hadn't gotten a huge, fat crush on you the moment he was introduced to you.

But Co-worker!Kotarou, who's spark flickers for a moment before being snuffed out completely, because now isn't a time for confessions. You just got out of a relationship. You're fragile, and he would feel like a complete ass if he took advantage of you.

So Co-worker!Kotarou, who wishes you goodnight instead, and heads home.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who gets ready for bed, wondering what would have happened if he had made a move. How would your lips feel against his? How would it feel to hold you so impossibly close, like he's been longing to?

Co-worker!Kotarou, who shakes his head and tells himself out loud to "Let it go. Don't do this to yourself." before he climbs into bed.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who is almost asleep when he feels his phone vibrate, but checks it anyways.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who reads, “I lied that day when I said I didn’t want a donut. They’re my favorite.”

Co-worker!Kotarou, who has to read the message three times, because at first he thinks he's hallucinating, and the second time, he thinks it's a weird trap.

Co-worker!Kotarou, who takes forever and a half to do it, but eventually texts back, "Any particular kind?"

Co-worker!Kotarou, who lets out a little giggle when he reads, "Any is fine." and then right below it, "Good night."

Co-worker!Kotarou, who's feet kick around a little bit before he puts his phone back down, and allows himself to be whisked away by daydreams of you, falling asleep with a big smile on his face.

And last but not least, Co-worker Kotarou, who is late to work the next morning, because he was asking the girl behind the counter if there was any possible way she could put a smiley face on the donut.

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[thedancefloorsilly]

𐐪♡︎₊˚ tsukishima + bokuto :: putting makeup on them

i really really wanted to write for haikyuu :(( i wrote this a while back from my old hq blog, but i had to rewrite part of it because it was kind of bad- im definitely going to start rewriting a bunch of my older fics and headcanons! also tsukki’s is longer bc im starting to love him-

content features: gn! reader, fluff, wc :: 400+

༊*·˚ TSUKISHIMA sits in his desk chair with your hands under his chin, never flinching nor fretting as the tip of your brush easily skims along his eyelid. As much convincing as it took (and as much as he didn’t want to admit), Tsukishima didn’t realize how… nice this would be? With the way you’re gently tipping his chin, the soothing feeling that came with each brush stroke, and the occasional kisses being planted on his forehead, his cheeks, his temple; this attention you poured onto Tsukishima made him feel undeniably warm. As you now start dragging liquid eyeliner on top of his eyeshadow, he breaks the silence “You know this is the last time I'm letting you do this right?” It was evident to both himself and you that Tsukishima was lying. You smile in response, “I dunno know, it seems like you’re kind of enjoying this, Kei.” The lipstick you put on him prior begins accentuates his small smirk. He’s so cute, you think while cupping his face to look at you. Tsukishima’s eyes (adorned with glittery makeup) open to lock with yours, and you couldn’t help but to start planting small butterfly kisses all around his face. His heart began to race and a light pink paints his cheeks, which was hidden underneath the blush you put on him earlier. Once stopping, he looked up at you with a softer expression, “Okay, okay… i might have been enjoying...”

༊*·˚ BOKUTO beams a bright smile into the mirror situated in his hands to admire the new look you gave him, “Damn, baby, ya made me look pretty!” he says, while the red lipstick on him brightens his smile. You grin at his reaction. “Of course I did! How could I not, ‘Kō?” He blushes at your words, and as you now take his face in your hands, you plant a small kiss to his forehead. In response he then cupped your cheek, “Heh, my turn!” In an instant, Bokuto starts planting quick kisses, first to your forehead, then on your temple, to your nose, down to your cheek, all until your entire face was coated with his lipstick stains. “Ok ok, you win, Kõtarō!” you giggle, “Are you done yet?!” He now smirks in response, “Not yet.” In a swift move, Bokuto holds your chin, and engulfs you in a playful yet affectionate kiss. You felt his smile form along his lips, and as you both broke off the kiss, your boyfriend grinned, “See? Looks like we’re both matching now!”

[yuu-kumeii]

So imagine that the biggest cultural shock to your boyfriend —who keeps forgetting about it— every time he travels out to another country is that some of them just don't have bidets in every restroom.

Which led to you —his wonderful and very responsible spouse— always packing a portable bidet into his luggage the night before he leaves. You've never forgotten a single trip and he's so grateful to you because without it, he's sure to just sit on the porcelain throne waiting for salvation —that never comes so he's always had to begrudgingly take a sheet of toilet paper and hope for the best—.

He's so very thankful to you that he put this fact in as one of the —many— reasons he can't live without you during your vows.

And to this day, you still pack a travel bidet for him just in case and he's always happy to tell you that he would not survive without you every time he finds it.

BOKUTO <3333, ATSUMU <333, HINATA <33, KAGEYAMA <3, Sakusa, Oikawa, KUROO, suna (calls you his bidet fairy)

[sugawarassoulmate]

a late-night drive with bokuto after a party. he finally met all your friends after a few months of dating and it went perfectly. of course it did, there isn't a person alive who can't fall in love with bokuto right after meeting him. you felt a little foolish for worrying so much.

it's a comfortable silence - something that doesn't happen often between you too since bokuto loves to talk about anything and everything.

but this time, you two were taking in the wonderful night you had and were listening to the music playing softly on the radio.

"you know..." bokuto says, speaking up for the first time. "your ex has got to be the dumbest person ever."

your head snaps over at bokuto, whose golden eyes are fixed on the road disappearing underneath the car. in all the time the two of you have been together, bokuto's never once mentioned your ex—the one who broke your heart and made you unable to open up to anyone until bokuto came along to put the pieces back together.

"what makes you say that?" you ask, feeling weird for even dancing around the topic of your ex.

bokuto reaches over and grabs your hand, his free hand still on the steering wheel. "just like...how could he give all of this up? i get to have you and your friends are all so wonderful..."

he shrugs his shoulders, a big smile on his face. "i just can't imagine anyone being dumb enough to let all of this go."

it might just be one of the sweetest things he's ever said to you and bokuto just brushes it off like it was some thought nagging at the back of his head.

tears well up in your eyes and as the silence comes back into the car, you're eternally grateful you have this man sitting beside you.

[ashy-lyn]

⇨ Chaotic Texts with Them <3

☆ starring: SUNA, ATSUMU, BOKUTO, TSUKISHIMA X gn!reader

☆ - SUMMARY ; random and effortlessly chaotic texts he sends you (real).

! warnings: swearing, lil teensy weensy bit suggestive in sunas, bokuto not knowing how to cook.

— SUNA

— ATSUMU

— BOKUTO

— TSUKKI

half of these are based on real texts (i wish i was kidding)

ANYWAYS- i hope you guys enjoyed this little bite of content. sorry if you starved for a while.

[tarovrispy]

⌧ | TEXTS FROM THE DUMPSTER

02: AFAIK ( as far as I know ) ⌦

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CW! | misunderstandings, slight brainrot terms used

as a small sigh collapsed out of your mouth, you can't help but wonder silently in your head if you seemed awkward and suspicious while walking down the hallways earlier.

Perhaps I did. I mean, I was trying so hard to hide my computer from any prying eyes, which I had to hold protectively in my arms without a computer bag, fearing that someone would point out that it wasn't mine.

the fearful thought continued to linger in your head, drowning out your lecturer's monotonous voice echoing in the background, travelling into your ear and out again. Well, not like he was talking about anything important. He was probably acting passive aggressive with the class again, complaining about how your cute tiny brains just can't seem to think of any better and more creative draft ideas for the most recent product design projects.

Slowly, you let your eyes roam from left to right, scanning around your surroundings before you drift your fingers back to your phone under the table to scroll through your social media page.

This might just be a good time to figure out who was the actual owner of the Macbook you currently have in possession. This mysterious person who thought it would be a good idea to scribble the words, 'bokuto' on their keypad to mark their Macbook. Maybe it was a smart decision for them, considering the amount of time you took yesterday night trying to scrub it off... but just not in your case.

As your eyes silently scanned your social media feed, once in a while glancing back up to see if anyone caught you slacking during lecture and decided to rat you out - or worse - the lecturer catches you instead. You gulp, shuddering at the thought as you tighten your grip around the frame of your phone.

Your eyes abruptly widen as you stumble upon a post that seemed to be writing about the Macbook that you had picked up from the dumpster yesterday. Comparing the details to your situation, uour mouth fell open in a silent gasp at how it matched up, leaving to no doubt due to the similarities.

But the shock you received does not stem from the owner posting about his lost Macbook, nor him asking people to be on a look out for it (because you would probably do that as well), but it's the owner's profile picture itself.

Your throat tightens. Oh no. A flush begins to creep steadily across your cheeks even as you try to suppress it, the effort futile. It’s like trying to capture the wind in your palms.

This is a big, problematic situation that you dread ever coming into contact with.

✎ a little fyi!

yn and yachi actually beef a lot with each other on chat, but they consider each other as their for lifers

lev doesn't get gen z / gen alpha slangs (because even if he has ever heard of its meaning before, he forgets it too easily)

yn's product design lecturer acting passive aggressive towards her is basically my personal experience (my design teachers are always passive aggressive its killing me)

yn lives in her own world half the time, she has zero knowledge on volleyball & people from other majors (no matter how popular they are) hence she rarely falls for guys in her school (and if she does, she falls hard like a hopeless romantic admiring their crush from a distance)

btw yn did manage to hack into bokuto's macbook and add her sign in to the computer (the password was IMBESTvolleybaler1234)

⌗ taglist | @tobiosluvr @wyrcan @giocriedpower @insanelycooljk

[cnnmairoll]

CNNMAIROLL'S FLUFFTOBER 2023

₊˚⊹♡ A month filled with nothing but that fluffy feeling inside your heart, written by cnnmairoll.

Prompt credits : @bunnyswritings @novelbear @urfriendlywriter

Week 1 : Haikyuu

Day 3 - Always. ꨄ︎ Akaashi always picked you up from work, even if it's getting late, he'd always walk you right to your doorstep

Day 5 - Mornings with you. ꨄ︎ Bokuto would always cling to you in the morning even though he has to get to practice

Day 7 - Tune to my heart. ꨄ︎ Suna has a playlist for you, filled with songs that reminds him of you, or the songs that he knows you will love.

Week 2 : Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Day 9 - "I know you liked this" ꨄ︎ Beel remembers the little things that you like. He remembers your go-to ice cream flavor, choice of popcorn flavor, or even your favorite candy flavor.

Day 12 - Stack of papers. ꨄ︎ Diavolo has a stack of unfinished work, he was unmotivated until he finds a small post it note on his desk, he recognize that handwriting anywhere.

Day 14 - Game Over. ꨄ︎ How can Levi focus on beating the final boss when he has you on his lap?

Week 3 - 4 : Honkai Star Rail

TBA 😭😭😭Think of it as a surprise !

[ushiwhacka]

time skip! bokuto kōtarō + fem! reader | mdni | 1,026 words | established relationship, nipple play, fingering, bokuto cums in his pants <3

“just give me one kiss and i’ll go away”

“it’s never just one kiss.”

“but this time it will be just one, i promise”

“you always promise.”

nose rubbing gently against yours, bokuto whispers, his breath tickling across your lips “then i pinky promise. i’ll behave.” so you surrender. and he kisses you so tenderly, warm lips slotting against yours, his hands cradling your face, that you almost believe him. 

but he doesn’t pull away, pecking the side of your lips, trailing kisses along your jaw. “i knew you’d do this”, you try to sound annoyed but your breath catches in your lungs when he swipes his tongue at the column of your neck, then sucks the wet spot between his teeth. 

“it’s still one kiss if i don’t move away” he argues, lips moving against your skin. 

“that’s not how it works”, but your complaints are soon replaced by little gasps and moans as he continues nibbling at your soft skin and leaving needy, open-mouthed kisses on your collarbone. 

any remaining resolve you might have had crumbles further with each touch. because he’s so attentive and so focused on making you feel good and dotes on you in all the right ways. because he mumbles a myriad of praises between kisses. i missed you so much (he’s only been gone for a few hours). you’re so beautiful (but you’re stressed out and a bit of a mess). and a devastating i’ve been thinking about you all day said so breathlessly and so earnestly that it makes you squeeze your thighs together. and you both know your common sense is lost.

so impatient, how he wrangles you out of your shirt and buries his face in the valley of your chest, breathing you in. it used to embarrass you. when he would kiss you in front of all his friends and teammates. when he would talk about you in interviews, always addressing you as my beautiful girlfriend. when he would strip you bare and touch you in a way that you can’t even explain. like your body is the most fascinating puzzle. something to explore and learn. watching for every reaction. when you’d try to hide your burning face and he’d take your hands in his, choking out a please let me see you, you’re so pretty when you cum for me. 

and it still flusters you now, to be so desired, so wanted. so worshipped by this man who is very nearly perfect in every way. to be loved by him so openly and completely. a love that is not a hushed whisper, but loud and bright and as warm as the biggest, bluest star. 

the flimsy bralette sits around your waist as bokuto cups your breasts, squeezing them between strong fingers. there are stars in his eyes as you arch your back at his touch, nipples so sensitive as he circles his thumb around them. you cannot stop the lewd moan that forms in your throat at the way his lips close around your tits, one after the other, trying to get as much of your soft flesh into his mouth as he can. low, needy moans vibrating against your skin. and he looks so lost in you. his cock throbbing and covered with precum in his boxers, straining so painfully against the material. rutting his hips against the base of the couch as he continues to devour you.

fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at his roots to pull him even closer. your pussy just aches with need, slick pooling in your panties. and the way his eyes are squeezed shut and his eyebrows furrow in concentration makes it all worse, makes you crave his touch even more. 

all you have to do is mewl out a little please and he already knows what you want. rushing as he slides your shorts and panties down your legs and throws them somewhere behind him. and he can’t help but smile as he sees the state of his favourite little pussy, glistening and swollen with arousal. of course, he has to give your clit a kiss hello before he slides his fingers through your folds. teasing as he runs a middle finger down your slit, dips it into your hole and then sucks it into his mouth, licking the juices off of it. then he kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulls away, panting “my baby is so sweet for me” and you feel like you could die on the spot. 

he watches your face so intently as he slides two fingers inside you. so long and thick and rough and stretching you so perfectly. he’s addicted to your every little movement. to the way your eyes flutter. the way your lips part in a little gasp. the way your tits bounce. it’s hypnotising. his lips latch onto your nipple again, sucking and nipping with so much dedication, grabbing and squeezing at every bit of skin he can reach with his free hand. thumb circling your clit as he works his fingers in your pussy, pressing up to reach that spot that he knows will have you screaming and writhing.

all of his senses are overtaken by the sweet sound of you moaning his name. it is so crude how it makes him drool, spit dribbling down your tits. how it makes him run his teeth over your delicate skin, just to hear more of it. to make your little fingers pull at his hair harder. “gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” his voice hoarse. the absolute image of heaven as your head rolls back, your twitching cunt drooling as you come around his fingers.

bo knows he’s done for then, rutting his hips faster against the sofa, until his cock is twitching and leaking in his pants. “fuck baby, look at what you're doing to me” panting and breathless as he leans back, thighs spread apart and proudly showing you the dark wet spot on the crotch of his sweatpants, sticky with his cum. “can i fuck your pretty tits now?”

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[sassycheesecake]

It was the middle of the night when you hear lots of tapping noises while you are sleeping in your apartment.

It sounds like multiple taps all at once, almost like little pebbles hitting your glass window.

Groaning, you turn to the other side in your bed, away from the noise that keeps coming from your window.

All of sudden, the noises stopped and you sighed in relief, happy to go back to sleep.

But then, when you were mere seconds away to falling into your dream of a zombie apocalypse, the noise of something hitting your window came back, a lot louder this time.

Apparently, whatever flew against your window broke the glass and now a big rock of the size of a rat lays on your floor.

When the sound of broken glass finally wakes you up with a startled gasp, you run to see what could have caused this.

A stalker? A murderer? A kidnapper? A shooter?

As soon as you look outside, you see a tall figure standing on the ground, all dressed in black.

You’re about to run to grab your phone from its charging station to call the cops, but when the big figure pushed down the hoodie from his head, you see spiky salt-and-pepper colored hair, with a big smile and golden, illuminating eyes.

Your heart does a few exciting jumps, easily being able recognize that hair from miles away.

But then you remember that the cute asshole just busted your window.

Opening it, you see Bokuto coming closer to you, if he had a tail, he‘d be wagging it wildly.

"Bo! You busted my window!" You hissed at him.

"I am sorry, love! But you weren’t answering your phone or my window call so I had to use something bigger! I just missed you so much." He looks sheepishly back at you, as he kicks one of his shoes into the dirt.

You sigh, his cuteness never fails to make you swoon for him.

You don’t get to see your boyfriend often due to his busy job, recently promoted to a wakagashira, the first lieutenant of Shūgo Meian, family boss of the Black Jackals of Tokyo.

"Can I come in and see you? I haven’t seen you in weeks! Boss had me running his errands forever." He pouts and gets even closer to the window. The only thing that separates you from him, is being on the second floor.

Now, Bokuto could be a normal person and just use the front door like a normal person, but Bokuto is not a normal person.

No.

That 6' 2.9" pure muscle of a man takes a few steps back and you know what that means.

Bokuto starts running towards your window and jumps to climb up the pipes on the side of your apartment.

The first time he did that, you screamed in fear, terrified he would fall and die.

With the many times he has done that, it’s a piece of cake for Bokuto now.

You see his tattooed hands on your window sill, pushing himself up with a small grunt, yet it looks like he didn’t break a sweat.

When he slides over your window frame, and stands up to his full height, you almost tear up in happiness.

Like magnets, the two of you almost run into each other, engulfing yourselves in a tight hug.

Bokuto is nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your familiar strawberry shampoo, while his strong arms wrap around your waist.

Standing up on your toes, you have your arms wrapped his neck, almost tearing up because you missed your muscular teddy bear so much.

Even if he occasionally has to kill people, easily snap someone‘s neck with his bare hands, he still has the softest heart around you.

Like sending you flowers almost every day, hiring someone to deliver food to you whenever you’re hungry or sending you romantic poems, pouring his whole heart into words of affirmation if he can’t be with you physically.

When he takes a small step back, he still has you in his arms, and he takes a good look over you, making sure you‘re okay.

"Kō? Everything okay?" You quietly ask your lover with a worried look on your face because it looks like he is close to tearing up.

"I just missed you so, my precious sweetheart. I am sorry I was gone for so long, you’re always in my thoughts every day and when you didn’t answer your phone…. I-I was so scared that something happened to you." Almost shaking, he responds while caressing your face.

You see the two owls on his neck, one great horned owl, representing him and one collared owlet, representing you.

He got that tattoo done on your first anniversary together, you sat with him while he didn’t flinch a single time, he just kept smiling at you while caressing your hand with his own.

That may have been a stupid decision on his part, because everyone knows you shouldn’t get a couple tattoo of your partner but you know it and Bokuto knows it.

You are soulmates, even if your worlds are completely different from another.

[itsnotira]

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[classicallyyours]

My Lovers, as seasons

Have some thoughts I’m on my high horse and fall makes me romantic and I’m thinking about the men I simp for and simply????? When am I not lol every lover is for every season but I hyperfixate on them the most during these times of the year. 

Summer is for Bokuto Koutarou. That big bright smile and high energy is for the sunshine and the beach and hikes and experiencing warmth. For going out and exhausting yourself after a full day of excitement and fun and joy. He is literal sunshine (maybe tied with the sun himself Hinata Shouyou) and it’s impossible to not feel warm and loved by his gaze alone. In the intensity of summer days and the long summer nights; the deepest conversations are born out of summer. And Bokuto is there for all of it. When you’re with your friends and the fireflies are twinkling in and out, he’s there. When you’re sitting by the beach campfire sharing secrets and stories, he’s the one whose lap you’re pulled onto. His big arms caging you close to his chest. When you’re by the dock on the lake, staring into the night sky, you’re teaching him the constellations. He’s so tender in the summer, moving fast and slowing down. He wants to experience it all with you. (See also: Gojo Satoru, Hinata Shouyou, Kirishima Eijirou, Miya Atsumu, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Daichi Sawamura)  

Fall is for Nanami Kento. The leaves slowly changing is for the man who wants to slow down. The soft romantic atmosphere is for the steady lover. As fall comes in and says hello, so does he as he anchors himself into your reality, grounding you and bringing you warmth in the autumn chill. Scarves and boots and turtle necks are for him and him alone. Apple orchards, pumpkin patches, harvest festivals - you’re taking him to all of it. And he is joyfully, happily, easily loving you in all of it. Nanami just wants to take life easy, and fall is the easiest season, arguably. Nature is taking her sweet time cooling down from the hot summer intensity. He wants to see you among the changing leaves, he wants to hug you close to him when the air nips at your skin. Soup season is his season!!! Jackets and sweaters and tenderness… a kiss to your cheek and your hand locked in his… this man adores you, I fear.  (See also: Kuroo Tetsurou, Hanta Sero, Azumane Asahi) 

Winter is for Miya Osamu. Hearth and home are the definition of the man. A hot meal and being cozy and making you feel at home are what he does best. He’s the lover you come home to. When the cold and ice and snow are harsh, he is there for you to warm you up and help you relax. There is never emptiness in the winter with him. There is always a little fire light in the darkness for you, waiting when you return. Osamu is so big and warm and cozy and I’m just telling you, trust me, please; this is y’all’s season. Christmas and New Years, warm drinks and hot bowls of ramen or curry; cozying up together amidst the chill is everything for the both of you. Every other season is so busy for him, but winter is finally the time he gets to slow down. He’s the only person who you don’t isolate from when the days get short.  (See also: Katsuki Bakugou, Aizawa Shota, Kenma Kouzme, Getou Suguru, Tomioka Giyuu, Miguel O’Hara) 

Spring is tough, and hear me out, but spring is for Shinsou Hitoshi. NOW I KNOW he is also soft and slow and gentle, so fall or winter might seem like the natural tendency, but he is spring. He comes to life when the rest of the world does. Hidden pockets of the world growing and changing are where he thrives. Taking you to little places of sunshine as you both awaken to a new lil world. Cafes and gardens and tenderness as spring gently returns things to peace. He is the first flower blooming amidst the melting snow, the first smile you see when you are drowning in work or stress. He’s tenderness as you soften yourself back up to the world as the biting winter dwindles away. He’s the first heart you open yourself up to after shutting yourself off all winter long. He’s home - always.  (See also: Sugawara Koshi, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinazugawa Sanemi)