#bokutou koutarou

[saeiken]

[kimbapisnotsushi]

Fukunaga texting Konoha about Bokuroo....

ANON!!!!!! THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY OH MY GOD

[kiesbrainjuice]

— CRAWLING BACK TO YOU ! bokuto kotaro

➥ syn : the volleyball captain finally realizes his feelings for you and confess in a…crawling way

➥ wc : 3.4k

➥ tw : just a crawling to the windows bokuto :)

➥ a/n : I FOUND A BIG IDEA even if I was in a lack of inspo since…days. Lmaooo enjoy reading ;)

The routine started innocently enough, just another day at Fukurodani Academy. The gymnasium buzzed with a symphony of sounds - volleyballs smacking against the polished floor, sneakers squeaking, and the cacophony of voices echoing off the high ceilings. Amidst this controlled chaos, one voice rang out above the rest, unmistakable in its enthusiasm and volume.

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you see that spike? It was like 'whoosh' and then 'bam'!"

Bokuto Koutarou, the ace and captain of Fukurodani's volleyball team, stood at the center of it all, his arms spread wide as if to embrace the entire gym. His hair, defying gravity in its trademark owl-like style, seemed to quiver with excitement. His golden eyes sparkled with an almost childlike glee that was infectious, spreading to his teammates like wildfire.

You couldn't help but smile as you leaned against the gym's entrance, your bag slung over your shoulder. This daily visit had become a cherished part of your routine, a moment of brightness before the long school day ahead. What had started as mere curiosity about the boisterous volleyball team had evolved into something more, something that centered around the whirlwind of energy that was Bokuto.

As if sensing your presence, Bokuto's head swiveled towards you, his face breaking into an even wider grin. "Hey! You're here!" he shouted, waving enthusiastically.

You waved back, your heart doing a little flip in your chest. It was time for your daily ritual.

Sauntering over to where Bokuto stood, you took in his appearance - the way his practice shirt clung to his muscular frame, the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, the way his hair somehow remained perfectly styled despite the rigorous practice.

"Morning, Bokuto," you said, infusing your voice with a teasing lilt. "I see your hair is defying the laws of physics as usual. What's your secret? Super glue?"

Bokuto blinked, then let out a booming laugh that reverberated through the gym. "Nah, it's all natural! Cool, right?" He ran a hand through his spikes, preening slightly. "Maybe I was just born to be a star!"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Oh, definitely. You're practically glowing." Your tone was playful, but there was a hint of sincerity in your words that you couldn't quite hide.

However, as always, the nuance seemed to fly right over Bokuto's head. He beamed at you, taking your words at face value. "Thanks! I did have a good breakfast this morning. Gotta fuel up to be the ace, you know!"

You nodded sagely, fighting back a fond smile. "Of course. Can't have our star player running on empty."

This was how it always went. You'd drop a flirtatious comment, and Bokuto would respond with endearing obliviousness. It was frustrating at times, but you couldn't deny the charm in his innocent reactions. There was something refreshing about his straightforward nature, his inability to pick up on subtle cues. In a world of complex social dynamics and hidden meanings, Bokuto was an open book - one that you found yourself wanting to read over and over again.

As the days passed, your flirtations became bolder, your compliments more direct. Yet, Bokuto remained blissfully unaware, accepting your words with the same enthusiastic gratitude he showed when receiving a perfect set on the court.

One particularly memorable morning, you decided to up your game. Bokuto had just executed a powerful spike, the ball slamming onto the other side of the court with a resounding 'thwack'. As his teammates cheered, you caught his eye and gave him a slow, deliberate wink.

"Nice kill, ace," you called out, your voice low and appreciative. "You know, you're pretty amazing when you're all fired up like that."

Bokuto's chest puffed up with pride, but his response was as innocently enthusiastic as ever. "Thanks! I feel like I could take on the whole world right now!" He pumped his fist in the air, oblivious to the double meaning in your words.

You sighed inwardly, equal parts amused and exasperated. It was like flirting with a particularly cheerful brick wall.

It wasn't until a quiet afternoon, when the usual bustle of the gym had died down, that things began to shift. Practice had been particularly grueling that day, and even Bokuto's seemingly endless reserves of energy seemed depleted. He sat on the bench, absent-mindedly toweling off his sweat-dampened hair, his usual vibrant demeanor subdued.

Akaashi Keiji, the team's setter and Bokuto's closest friend, observed him with a mix of concern and curiosity. It was rare to see Bokuto so contemplative, and Akaashi knew from experience that a quiet Bokuto often preceded either a brilliant insight or a spectacular mood swing.

"Something on your mind, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi asked, his voice calm and measured as always.

Bokuto looked up, seeming almost surprised to find Akaashi there. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, his brow furrowing in concentration. Finally, he blurted out, "Akaashi, you're smart about people stuff, right?"

Akaashi blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. "I... suppose so. Why do you ask?"

Bokuto ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that betrayed his nervousness. "It's about [y/n]," he said, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "She come around a lot, right?"

Akaashi nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He had noticed your frequent visits and the way you interacted with Bokuto. Unlike his captain, Akaashi was perceptive enough to recognize flirtation when he saw it. "Yes, she does," he confirmed, wondering where Bokuto was going with this.

"Well," Bokuto continued, his words coming out in a rush, "she always says these things. Nice things, you know? About my hair, or my plays, or just... me. And it feels different from when other people say nice things. It makes me feel all..." He gestured vaguely at his chest, struggling to find the right words.

Akaashi's smile grew a little wider. "Warm? Fluttery?" he suggested gently.

Bokuto's eyes widened. "Yeah! Exactly! How did you know?"

Akaashi took a deep breath, realizing that he was about to open Bokuto's eyes to a whole new world. "Bokuto-san," he said carefully, "have you considered that [y/n] might be flirting with you?"

The look of utter bewilderment on Bokuto's face would have been comical if it weren't so genuine. "Flirting?" he repeated, as if the word was foreign to him. "Like... trying to be my friend?"

Akaashi couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Not exactly," he explained patiently. "Flirting is a way of showing romantic interest in someone. It's like... testing the waters to see if there's a mutual attraction."

Bokuto's jaw dropped, his eyes growing impossibly wide. "Romantic interest? You mean... [y/n] might like me? Like, like-like me?"

Akaashi nodded, amused by Bokuto's childlike phrasing but touched by his innocent reaction. "It's very possible. She's been giving you a lot of compliments and attention. Those are often signs of flirting."

Bokuto fell silent, a rare occurrence that Akaashi knew signaled deep thought. He could almost see the gears turning in Bokuto's head as he replayed every interaction with you in this new light.

After a long moment, Bokuto spoke again, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. "Akaashi... I think I might like her too. Like, like-like her."

Akaashi felt a surge of affection for his friend. For all his bravado on the court, Bokuto could be endearingly vulnerable when it came to matters of the heart. "That's great, Bokuto-san," he said warmly. "Have you thought about telling her how you feel?"

Excitement flashed across Bokuto's face, his golden eyes lighting up with newfound understanding. "Tell her? Of course! Why didn't I think of that before? This is gonna be great!"

Akaashi blinked, a bit taken aback by Bokuto's sudden enthusiasm. "You're... not worried about how she might respond?"

Bokuto let out his signature booming laugh. "Worried? Nah! I'm the ace, aren't I? I've got this!" He puffed out his chest, his earlier doubts completely forgotten. "Besides, [y/n] is always saying nice things to me. She's gotta like me, right?"

A small smile tugged at Akaashi's lips. This was the Bokuto he knew - confident, enthusiastic, and ready to take on any challenge. "Well, if you're sure, Bokuto-san. Just remember to be respectful of her feelings, whatever she may be."

"Hey, hey, hey! Of course I will!" Bokuto exclaimed, jumping to his feet with renewed energy. "I'm gonna sweep her off their feet with my awesome confession! It'll be like my best spike ever, but with words!"

As practice wound down and the team began to disperse, Bokuto's mind was buzzing with excitement. He replayed every interaction with you, seeing them in a new light. The compliments, the lingering glances, the way you always seemed to seek him out - it all made perfect sense now.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, matching Bokuto's mood as he practically bounced into the gym. His enthusiasm was palpable, radiating off him in waves that his teammates couldn't help but notice.

"Someone's in a good mood," Konoha remarked, raising an eyebrow at Bokuto's even-more-exuberant-than-usual demeanor.

"Of course I am!" Bokuto exclaimed, his grin threatening to split his face. "Today's gonna be awesome!"

As the team began their warm-ups, Bokuto's eyes kept darting to the gym entrance. Any moment now, you would walk in, and he would sweep you off your feet with his amazing confession. He had it all planned out in his head - he'd stride up to you confidently, flash his best smile, and tell you exactly how he felt. It was foolproof.

But when you finally did appear in the doorway, something unexpected happened. Bokuto felt his words die in his throat.

You stood there, backlit by the morning sun streaming through the windows, and Bokuto felt as if he was seeing you for the first time. Your hair caught the light, creating a soft halo effect. Your eyes sparkled with warmth as they met his, and your smile - that smile he'd seen a hundred times before - suddenly seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

"Morning, Bokuto!" you called out cheerfully, completely unaware of the internal crisis you'd just sparked in the volleyball captain.

Bokuto opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. His mind, usually filled with thoughts of volleyball and little else, was now entirely occupied by you. He noticed things he'd never paid attention to before - the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the gentle curve of your neck, the grace in your movements as you walked towards him.

"Bokuto?" you asked, your brow furrowing in concern as you approached. "Are you okay? You're being awfully quiet."

Bokuto nodded dumbly, still unable to form words. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be confident, charismatic, sweeping you off your feet with his awesome confession. Instead, he found himself struck silent, in awe of your presence in a way he'd never experienced before.

From across the gym, Akaashi watched the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and sympathy. He'd never seen Bokuto so flustered before, especially not in front of you.

"Earth to Bokuto," you waved a hand in front of his face, your tone a mix of amusement and worry. "Did you lose your voice or something?"

Bokuto shook his head, trying to snap out of his daze. "N-no, I'm fine!" he finally managed to stammer out. "Just... thinking about... volleyball stuff!"

You raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but decided to let it slide. "Okay, if you say so. Well, don't let me interrupt your practice. I just wanted to say hi before class."

As you turned to leave, Bokuto felt a surge of panic. This was his chance, he had to say something! But all that came out was a weak, "Bye!"

You glanced back, giving him a slightly puzzled smile before heading out of the gym. Bokuto watched you go, his heart pounding in his chest.

emo mode activated.

Once you were out of sight, he slumped to the floor, burying his face in his hands. "Akaashi!" he wailed, loud enough for the entire team to hear. "What just happened?"

Akaashi jogged over, crouching down beside his captain. "I believe, Bokuto-san," he said gently, "that you just experienced what it's like to be truly smitten."

Bokuto peeked out from between his fingers, his golden eyes wide with confusion and a hint of fear. "But... but I had a plan! I was going to be all cool and stuff! Instead, I just... froze up!"

Akaashi patted Bokuto's shoulder comfortingly. "It happens to the best of us, Bokuto-san. Sometimes, when we realize how much we care about someone, it can be overwhelming."

Bokuto slowly lowered his hands, his expression shifting from distress to determination. "Then... then I'll just have to try again! Yeah! I won't let this setback defeat me!"

As Bokuto jumped to his feet, his usual energy returning, Akaashi couldn't help but smile. This was going to be an interesting journey for his captain, and he had a feeling it was far from over.

"Alright, everyone!" Bokuto shouted, his voice echoing through the gym. "Let's practice hard! I've got a confession to nail!"

The team exchanged confused glances, but shrugged and got back to their drills. After all, this was Bokuto - and with him, anything could happen.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. Bokuto trudged home, his usual boundless energy depleted after an especially grueling practice. He'd pushed himself harder than ever, trying to work out the frustration of his failed confession attempt.

As he walked, his mind wandered back to you. The way you'd looked in the morning sunlight, the concern in your eyes when he'd fumbled his words, the gentle curve of your smile as you'd said goodbye. Each memory sent a flutter through his chest, a sensation he was still getting used to.

Suddenly, Bokuto stopped in his tracks. A memory hit him like a spike to the face - that time you'd walked home together because he'd discovered you lived in the same neighborhood. Without a second thought, he pivoted on his heel and broke into a run, his exhaustion forgotten.

The streets blurred past as Bokuto sprinted, his heart pounding with a mixture of exertion and anticipation. He skidded around corners, narrowly avoiding a stray cat, until finally, he found himself on your street.

Panting heavily, Bokuto approached your house. The lights were still on in what he remembered was your bedroom. For a moment, doubt crept in. What was he doing? It was late, you were probably getting ready for bed, and here he was, about to...

Well, he wasn't entirely sure what he was about to do. But he was Bokuto Koutarou, and backing down wasn't in his nature.

With the agility of the ace spiker he was, Bokuto began to scale the side of your house. He'd never been more grateful for his athletic prowess as he carefully made his way up, using drainpipes and window ledges as handholds. 

Finally, he reached your window. Through the glass, he could see you sitting at your desk, engrossed in a book. You were wearing soft-looking pajamas, your hair slightly mussed, and Bokuto felt his heart skip a beat at the sight.

Taking a deep breath, he rapped his knuckles against the glass.

The effect was instantaneous. You jumped in your chair, the book flying from your hands as you whirled to face the window. Your eyes widened in shock as you recognized Bokuto, perched precariously outside your second-story window.

For a moment, you just stared at each other, the absurdity of the situation rendering you both speechless. Then, snapping out of your shock, you rushed to open the window.

"Bokuto?!" you hissed, your voice a mix of concern and disbelief. "What on earth are you doing? Get in here before you fall!"

You helped him clamber through the window, your hands gripping his arm tightly as if afraid he might tumble backward at any moment. Once he was safely inside, you stepped back, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Okay, explain," you demanded, your brow furrowed. "Why are you climbing through my window at..." you glanced at your clock, "11:30 at night?"

Bokuto stood there, suddenly very aware that he was in your bedroom, with you in your pajamas, looking adorably rumpled and confused. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, words failing him for the second time that day.

"I... uh..." he stammered, his usual confidence deserting him once again. His eyes darted around your room, taking in the volleyball posters (including one of him, which made his heart leap), the neatly organized bookshelf, the stuffed owl on your bed that he'd won for you at a festival last year.

You sighed, your expression softening. "Bokuto, are you okay? You've been acting strange all day. First, you barely said a word this morning, and now you're scaling buildings in the middle of the night. What's going on?"

Something in your tone, the genuine concern in your eyes, seemed to flip a switch in Bokuto. He stood up straighter, his golden eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

"[Y/N]," he said, his voice steady and filled with his usual enthusiasm. "I like you!"

The words hung in the air between you, Bokuto's chest heaving as if he'd just finished a five-set match.

"I mean," he continued, the words now flowing freely, "I really, really like you. Akaashi made me realize it yesterday, and then this morning you looked so beautiful I couldn't even speak, which never happens to me, you know? And I've been thinking about you all day, about how you always come to watch our practices, and how you laugh at my jokes, and how you make me feel all 'gwah' inside."

He paused, taking a deep breath before flashing you his trademark grin. "So yeah, I like you. A lot. And I climbed up here tonight because I couldn't wait another minute to tell you. Because you're amazing, and I want to spike all my tosses for you, if you know what I mean."

As his words sank in, your shocked expression slowly transformed. A blush crept across your cheeks, and a smile began to tug at the corners of your mouth.

"Bokuto," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth. "I like you too. I've been trying to tell you for months now."

Bokuto's eyes widened, his grin growing impossibly wider. "Really? That's... that's awesome! Hey he-"

His exuberant shout echoed through your quiet room, and you quickly placed a hand over his mouth, your eyes wide with alarm.

"Shh!" you whispered urgently, your heart racing. "My family is sleeping, and they definitely don't need to know that a boy climbed into my room tonight!"

Bokuto's eyes widened in understanding, and you felt his lips curve into a smile beneath your palm. Slowly, you removed your hand, your fingertips grazing his lips in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Sorry," he whispered, his voice unusually soft. "I got excited. But can you blame me? The girl I like just said she likes me back!"

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as you glanced nervously at your bedroom door. "I do like you, Bokuto. A lot. But maybe next time, try confessing at a more reasonable hour? And preferably through the front door?"

Bokuto grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess I got a little carried away. But hey, it worked, didn't it?"

As you both stood there, smiling at each other in the dim light of your bedroom, the full absurdity of the situation hit you. Here was Bokuto, the boy you'd been pining after for months, standing in your bedroom in the middle of the night, having just confessed his feelings for you in the most Bokuto way possible.

Your heart swelled with affection. Despite the late hour, despite the risk of getting caught, despite the unconventional method - or perhaps because of all these things - this moment felt perfect. It was so utterly, completely Bokuto, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

"So," Bokuto whispered, his golden eyes twinkling with mischief and joy, "what happens now?"

You glanced at your clock, then back at Bokuto, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in your stomach. This was just the beginning, and you had a feeling life with Bokuto was going to be quite an adventure.

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𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝙺𝚎𝚒 - 𝚁𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕|𝙸𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou + Others(ft voyeurism); Ft fingering, cunnilingus, belly bulge, nipple play, creampie, praise kink

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Haikyuu or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 3,944 (Whoo! A longer one again! :D )

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes insatiable pervy horn dogs Kuroo and Bokutou, belly bulge(huh! another common theme), creampie(i swear you could make a drinking game out of this— take a shot every time there’s a creampie in my book), some explicit BoKurooTsukki at the end(+ Flirty Kuroo throughout), Two(2) uses of “Y/n”, 2nd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: These scheme-y bois are scheming up a good ole scheme and it’s pretty much just so they can fuck the big blonde beanpole. This also includes a bit of bg pre-established Kuroo x reader x Bokuto and insinuation of future Kuroo x reader x Bokuto x Tsukki, you can think of it as like dating, FwB, casual dating, what have you but pretty much the main thing is y’all gettin frisky

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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Tsukishima pointedly only looked at you, feeling awkward with the eyes of his kidnappers friends firmly on him and his movements. He squeezed your breasts as he ground his hips into yours. You bit your lip at the feelings and ground back, gaining more friction for the both of you.

“You gonna start any time soon, Tsukki?” Koutarou teased from the sidelines where he was draped over Tetsurou from where he knelt behind him.

“Yea, c’mon, Tsukki! You’re supposed to be getting your dick wet not your pants!” The raven-haired man called like a sports critic. You huffed out a laugh at the two and only spared them a glance with a playful glare and sticking out your tongue before you turned your attention back onto the tall blonde.

“It’s alright, Kei, take your time,” You said sweetly, lifting your hand to gently guide him down to kiss you again.

Deciding to move forward,(which was all his decision, thank you very much, it had absolutely nothing to do with the two blockheads he calls friends urging him on) he moved his hand down your body to slide underneath your skirt and stroke over your panty-clad cunt. You moaned at finally feeling the stimulation you were nearing desperate to get. He seemed mesmerized by the sound and slid his hand up your mound to slip his hand into your panties.

You felt his fingers glide through your wet folds and you moaned even louder. You threw your head back and subsequently exposed your neck to him. Taking the opportunity, he dipped down and attached his lips to your throat, and kissed at the exposed skin. He made his way to the side of your neck and bit into the juncture of your shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood.

When his fingers were coated in your slick, he moved to slide his middle and ring fingers into your twitching cunt. The heel of his hand ground into your clit as he immediately set to work, pumping his fingers in and out of you. Lewd squelching sounds paired with your moans to fill the otherwise relatively quiet room. He bit his lip at the feeling of your heat and the sounds of your pussy and your pretty moans filling the air.

“Damn, Tsukki-poo really had it in him!” Kou teased the blonde, not even trying to fake whisper to Tetsu. Quickly enough it switched to a quiet sharp gasp before a muffled groan. As Kei teased your cunt and worked on marking up your neck, you let your head loll to the side both to give him more access and to look over at your boys. Tetsu had pulled Kou into his lap and had his cock out and in his hand as he jerked him off and made him a whining, grinding mess in his lap. You bit your lip with a smirk at them and a satisfied groan at Kei thrusting his inside of you paired with the lustful sight.

You moved your hands along Kei’s body and your right landed on the back of his head to thread through his blonde locks, the other sliding up his chest to land on his shoulder, squeezing in appreciation. He moaned lowly against your skin and shifted to pressing kisses to the flesh rather than harshly nipping and sucking. His fingers left your hole and began stroking through your folds again making you whine at the loss. He chuckled and his lips moved across your skin, leading to your lips once again when he lifted his hand from your chest to lightly grab your face and turn you to face him again. Quickly, you lost yourself in the kiss and gladly accepted his tongue prodding into your mouth.

“Fuck, Tsukki~! You’re pretty good with your hand, huh?” Tetsu teased him while teasing Kou’s cock and chest. You inwardly rolled your eyes and simply kept Kei occupied with the kiss. He growled into your mouth and, Kami, if that didn’t make your cunny gush with a new wave of arousal. You felt him smirk against your lips and his hands quickly moved to grasp the waistband of your panties and pull them down your legs.

He pulled away from your mouth and stood up to bring your legs up as he pulled your soaked panties off. Once the fabric was out of the way, he spread your legs with your feet planted on the makeshift ‘alter’ as Tetsu and Kou insisted on calling it for ‘ambiance’. Really, it was just a good-sized table you could lay on with an intricately designed cloth over it. It served its purpose either way so you supposed it didn’t really matter. From where he stood at the end of the table between your legs, he set his big, fuck, so perfectly big, hands on the inside of your thighs beside your knees and slid them up slowly.

He squeezed the flesh at the tops of your thighs before he released one and lifted his hand to his face. He started at his cheek and slid his hand up into his hair, taking his glasses with it. With his already narrowed eye lowly lidded and his swollen lips barely parted, sweat from the heated activities slowly dripping down his face, he looked sexier than you’d ever thought possible. You almost wanted to clamp your thighs together at the tingling in your pussy. Before you got the chance to decide, Kei fully took off his glasses and put them aside and got to his knees.

When he got there he moved his hands to wrap under your thighs to lift them onto his shoulders. He wrapped his hands around your thighs, just below your hips. He locked eyes with you with another sultry gaze before he let his eyes fall closed as he leaned in and licked a stripe up your folds. He ended with his lips around your clit and hummed at your taste. The vibrations immediately had you moaning and trying to buck your hips but he kept you in place with his strong hold.

He set a quick pace almost immediately. He flicked his tongue over your clit and sucked on it, alternating between that and sliding his tongue through your folds and dipping the wet muscle into your hole with every other swipe. He lapped at your cunt and slurped up your wetness with vigor. You could vaguely hear your boys groaning in pleasure. If it was their own activities or watching Kei go down on you, you weren’t sure, nor could you bring yourself to care.

You moaned and whined lewdly and writhed as much as his hold would allow you. As he worked you with his tongue, he shifted his hold to slide his arm further around your thigh to reach your dripping cunny with his perfectly long fingers. He glided his middle finger through your pussy lips and his mouth focussed on your clitty and prodded the hood. His fore and middle fingers abruptly pushed into your little pussy and your back arched off the table.

“Fuck-! Kei! Oh, Kami- Oh Kami!” The dual sensations on your already sensitive flesh drive you mad. He opened his eyes to look up at you and lapped and flicked and sucked at your clit as he drove his fingers in and out of you at a harsh pace.

Looking down, you caught his eye and the intense look in them was the final straw, the knot you hadn’t even realized was building already snapped and you came on his fingers and his face. With his fingers still moving in you, he moved his face down to lick at your folds, collecting your juices on his tongue. He only gave you a moment of reprieve as he pulled back and ran his tongue over his top lip with a smirk. He kept eye contact with you as he licked his fingers clean, making your face heat up even further.

“You taste so good, Y/n..” He groaned with a hum of approval. He fully unwrapped his arm from your thigh and moved it to have better access to your cunt. He rubbed his deft fingertips over your glistening, sensitive cunt and then pushed them back in. At the new angle, he could reach new spots inside of you. He could curl his fingers and hit directly against that spongy spot. With your first loud cry, he dove back in and happily went back to practically devouring your pussy and your clit.

“Ke-Kei-! Please! Please, oh Kami-!” You didn’t know what you were pleading for, if it was reprieve or if it was for more.

“Good girl. You’re being such a good girl, baby.” Kei muttered against your cunt, a smirk evident in his voice and you could feel it against the too-sensitive nerves practically on fire from too much stimulation. Nonetheless, the praise had you whining and arching as much as you could. You could only babble at that point, no coherent thoughts could even begin.

You felt the knot begin to tighten again and the buildup was much faster than it was before. With Kei licking and sucking and nipping and slurping at your cunt and his fingers fucking into you, it was all you could do to not blackout from the pleasure. With one particularly strong suck against your clit timed exactly with curling his fingers, you came with a whorish moan and your one free leg jolted to wrap around his shoulder and back.

Your orgasm was even more intense than the one you’d had not even 5 minutes prior. He pulled back to breathe and to appreciate the sight of you coming undone with his fingers still plunging into you relentlessly. As he did, however, he was in for a pleasant surprise. When he pulled back to appreciate his work, your fluid came gushing out of you as his fingers kept their pace. You squirted. You really squirted. He made you squirt. He smiled triumphantly and saw how your arousal had practically soaked the outside of his pants. He let up with his thrusts and slowly slid his fingers out of you. He slowly stood as he set your other leg down to dangle over the edge of the table.

“Such a good girl for me..” He breathed and leaned over you to give you sweet kisses as reward for cumming twice on his fingers and mouth. You lazily returned them as best you could as you panted heavily. You heard two voices, albeit off by a beat, mutter ‘Holy Shit…’ and knew it was your boys watching in amazement.

“Kei…” You breathed, looking at him through hazy eyes as he rubbed his hands over your hips and hovered not even an inch above your face. He understood what you wanted with one look and smirked.

“My good girl…” He breathed back and stood up only enough to quickly undo and shuck his pants off along with his boxers. You couldn’t help but stare at his cock as it bobbed up and hit his toned stomach with a ‘plap’.

“Hey, guys, what are you still- holy fucking…” You vaguely heard a voice speak at the entrance of the gym as the door squeaked open. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as you were only focussed on getting Kei inside of you.

You spared some recognition that Yaku stood in the doorway with some others. Kenma with his eyes blown wide and Yamamoto, Tanaka, and Nishinoya were there too, likely drooling. Asahi’s face seemed to be quite red and his eyes were also open wide. Lev had trailed behind them all and before he could fully enter the doorway Asahi turned and rushed him away, shouting something along the lines of ‘No! You should not see that! I shouldn’t have seen it! None of us should have seen that!’ as he went.

“Please, don’t let us stop you, carry on,” Yaku smirked and meandered in, pulling a still-stunned Kenma behind him. Yamamoto, Tanaka, and Noya eagerly followed, not once taking their eyes off you. Kei stayed hovering over you but shot a glare at Kuroo and Bokuto.

“‘Oh, don’t worry. We promise that we locked the door!’ Hmm?” He sassed them and continue to glare at their sheepish half-grins. Quickly enough, though, Kei had simply rolled his eyes and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He planted his hand on the table, right next to your head with a hungry gaze locked on you.

“I guess like short stack said, I won’t let them stop us.” He growled, not even paying any mind to Yaku’s indignant yell. He swooped down and captured your lips again as he moved to pick up your leg once again. He tosses your right leg over his shoulder and used his other hand to align his cock with your spasming hole. “Ready? You still gonna be my good girl?” He hummed and it was almost enough to get you wholly dazed all over again.

“Yes.. Oh, Kami, Kei- yes.” You nod frantically and he quickly complied. With your two previous orgasms, you were relaxed enough that he could thrust in fully in one go without issue. You moaned so loudly it could almost be a scream and arched off the table into his chest as he bottomed out. “FUCK-!” Your cry was cut off by Kei sealing his lips over yours. As soon as your cunny walls loosened their steel grip enough that he could, Kei started moving his hips. He pulled back slowly and snapped his hips forward. With your one leg over his shoulder, he could reach deep inside you in the first go and your other leg hooked tightly around his waist to pull him as close as possible.

“Fuck, baby… Oh, you feel so fucking good.. So fucking perfect…” He panted out against your lips as he sped up his movements. As he moved his hips against yours, he let his hands wander. His right hand gently but firmly hold the side of your neck and tilt your head enough to bring you into a kiss before he slid his hand down your shoulder, onto your chest, onto your breast. While his tongue invaded your mouth, he groped and squeezed your tit in time with his thrusts. In, squeeze, out, release, in, squeeze, out, release, repeat. His left hand groped the meaty flesh of your thigh and curled around to plant on your lower belly.

It was then that you realized his cock pumping in you made a bulge there. He pressed down with each thrust in and added to your pleasure and let his cock head press perfectly into your g-spot. With his big hands, he engulfed your breast wonderfully and was able to keep pressure on your lower belly with his fingers as he shifted his hand’s position to thumb at your clit. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids and your walls fluttered around him and lewd, whorish moans escaped into the kiss, leaking out into the room. Muffled moans and grunts sounded from beside you and you figured the new arrivals were thoroughly enjoying the show.

Kei drove his cock into you and released your mouth, letting your moans and cries flow freely into the room. He trailed wet kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, stopping to suck a hickey just below your ear. Once he was satisfied with the dark mark he left, he moved down and left soft and sloppy kisses in his wake only stopping to leave another dark hickey or to bite the flesh. As he continued down he left claiming bites and hickeys on your collarbone and along the expanse of your chest until he reached your tits. His hand shifted from groping to toying with your nipple, pinching, tugging, rolling. He quickly set to work sucking more hickeys there before he licked your pebbled bud between his lips when your back arched with a particularly well-aimed thrust in your pussy.

“Sho… Sho fuhking goo’.” He murmured the praise against your skin and the subsequent nibbles to your nipple brought you closer to release.

“Holy mother of fuck…” Yaku’s voice was almost entirely drowned out by your moans as were Kou’s slightly muffled moans. Kei’s hand on your chest slid down your side and gripped your waist as his pace got harsher and quicker, though messier. His lips quickly switched to your now vacant tit and lapped at your nipple in between marking you up with hickeys and bites. You threw your head back, thunking against the table, though you paid little mind to the shoot of dull pain against your skull.

You heard the telltale signs of Tetsurou edging Koutarou. His desperate whines for release as he begged in a breathy voice. Tetsu chuckled at him, enjoying the tears that always welled in his eyes as he squirmed and begged. You heard other muffled grunts and groans that you were able to identify easily enough as Yamamoto and Tanaka. A more high-pitched moan joined them but was even more muffled that you still were able to flesh out as Nishinoya. Yaku had been mostly quiet except for the occasional commentary that was covered up by the sounds of you moaning lewdly and of skin slapping skin.

Your mind was quickly filled back up with the pleasure-filled haze of Kei pounding your cunny and trailing open-mouthed kisses up your chest and back to your lips. His thrusts had more power than ever and they were getting sloppier with each go. His voice rumbled against your lips and his thumb faltered in its rhythm every so often as his other hand gripped your waist tighter. Your thigh started to burn with the continuous stretch but you couldn’t help but disregard it for the pleasure at the forefront of all your senses. Your other leg still hooked around his hips tightened and tried to keep him buried inside you while you teetered on the edge of your third orgasm of the night.

As you wiggled beneath him both wanton for more and desperate for reprieve, you allowed him a new angle. It had him slamming directly into the top of your canal, right against your cervix. It sent you hurdling over the edge and your back arched higher than ever, your nails dug into the cloth and scratched at the table beneath, your toes curled, and your muscles constricted almost painfully. Your walls clamped down around his cock and constricted fully around him, faltering his thrusts with their vice grip.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, good girl- good fuckin’ girl. Oh good fuckin’ girl, baby.” Kei moaned out into your mouth and kissed you like his life depended on it as his orgasm wracked through him. His cum flooded into you and it brought a second wave of high rolling over you before the first one even subsided. The feeling of fullness with more cum spurting out and filling you even more had you shaking and you could feel Kei in much the same state.

Kei let his head lazily fall from yours and rest in the crook of your neck, his hot breaths blowing heavily against your skin. Your chests were pressed together as you both gulped for air while you both still twitched from your strong orgasms. Without the sounds of your pleasured screams and sloppy kisses and sweaty skin colliding you could hear the others more clearly. You recognized gasping grunts from Yamamoto and Tanaka before who you placed as Nishinoya gasped and coughed like his mouth was previously occupied. It combined with weak, tired moans like from the aftershocks of orgasm. Yaku and Kenma had been mostly quiet, Kenma even moreso with only a few muffled gasps and whimpers and moans.

Koutarou was a bit louder, though. He came with a barely muffled shout and relieved moans left him as he weakly slurred ‘thank you’s to Tetsurou. The latter simply chuckled and said his responses smugly with Kou laying limply against his chest in his lap. With muttered words you couldn’t make out— though you weren’t sure you would have been able to even if you weren’t entirely fucked out— Kou bounced back instantly.

“Congrats, Tsukki-poo~!” Koutarou called out excitedly and scrambled to stand from Tetsurou’s lap.

“Yea, you did good. You did real good. Didn’t he, Y/n?” Tetsu’s voice remained its usual cool and slightly teasing. You weakly bobbed your head in a nod and made an affirmative noise earning chuckles from your boys.

“Then I guess it’s settled, huh, Kuroo?” Kou asked, a teasing tone to his own voice as well.

“Just one more thing to do.” You heard feet moving across the floor towards you both and you turned your head to nose at Kei’s hair as a warning. He lifted his head to press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth as he hoisted himself up to rest on his elbows as the two approached.

“So, is this the part where you teach me the secret handshake?” Kei teased the two with a wicked smirk on his face as he look at them. Tetsu chuckled as he walked up until he was at the top of the ‘Alter’.

“Something like that.” He smirked and bent at the waist to reach eye level with the blonde, “Welcome to the club.” He teased before he moved forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Kei was only shocked for a moment before he relaxed into it. You watched the kiss from below and as you saw Tetsurou’s tongue swipe at Kei’s bottom lip your walls weakly twitched around his cock that was still buried inside you.

“Fuck-“ He hissed and pulled away from the captain. Said captain smirked, clearly amused, and glanced down at you with a quirked brow. Your face heated up and a warm shiver wracked up your spine as you bit your lip and tried to give him an innocent smile.

“Oh quit it with the innocent act, princess. You and I both know you're a naughty girl unless you get fucked dumb.” He growled out with a teasing lilt as he leaned down and gave you a sloppy kiss with spit running down your cheek into your hair. He pulled away with a smirk and licked his lips of your and Kei’s spit coating them.

Kou stood excitedly beside the table by your head and as soon as Tetsu pulled away fully, he dove in and captured Kei’s lips in an eager, passionate kiss. The speed and suddenness of it threw the blonde off for a moment before he did his best to match the energy. Kou’s tongue had fully invaded his mouth and when they parted, their tongues lolled out with thick strings of saliva connecting them. The sight alone had you almost clenching again had your muscles not been entirely worn out by then.

“How’s it feel, babygirl? You got a new plaything,” Kou asked with excitement overtaking the teasing in his voice.

“Perfect…” You breathed with a tired smile as he fully planted his lips on yours for a hungry kiss with just as much energy as he had given Kei. Kei, who you could taste on their tongues. The owl pulled back and, in contrast to his overexcited exterior, pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead and made you smile at his gentle sweetness.

…

“Wait, what club?!”

“Can we join?!”

“Yea!”

“How is this part of a club??”

“… Are there any qualifications?”

Ah, you’d forgotten about them.

— — —

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

Crossed out if I can’t tag you for some reason!

@frosch-thefrog @hellsingalucard18

[ququb444hm]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

profiles 02 / kozu's paycheck ☆

masterlist

warning(s): possible typos, slight swearing, tsuki's bio may hurt a few egos

🐈 — kozume kenma the love interest of our female lead. in his junior year of college studying computer science. on the volleyball team; main setter. lead guitarist and singer of blissfuls5x (the mentioned band). twitch streamer !! (surprise, surprise!) has a cat named ginger … which is also a ginger cat. gets no bitches ongg. has no experience whatsoever with an actual relationship. albeit, he and yn have history aka had a thing in high school lol but that's kind of it. doesn’t know this but when he blushes it is really noticeable.

🧃 — tetsurou kuroo yn’s older brother. loves his sister to death, even with all the little quips and witticisms they often throw at each other. senior in college, advanced biochem major. co-cap of the school’s volleyball team (obv gotta make room for his best friend, kou); middle blocker. speaking of best friends, kou bokutou and kozume kenma’s best friend ! an absolute ass of a flirt, honestly still continues to be a flirt even with his relationship, except now it's a way to get customers for cecily– “can you give out flowers to people at your school and advertise for me pretty please!” shares an apartment with kou and atsumu.

🧩 — koutarou bokutou yn’s 2nd older brother (figure) ! tetsurou’s best friend. all around a great guy. senior majoring in nutrition for the gains ofc. everyone’s fav ace, also the other co-cap of yūgen university’s volleyball team. super outspoken, loves koushi’s dinners.

☀️ — shoyou hinata cutest ball of sunshine ever ! friends with literally everyone. secretly knows intel on both yn and kozume’s feelings for each other but isn’t supposed to spill the beans because the two don’t know of the other’s reciprocating feelings (if that makes sense). is a sophomore at yūgen university, still unsure about majors, just knows he loves volleyball and wants to play professionally once he graduates. wing spiker, aspiring ace. allergic to pollen.

📚 — kei tsukishima also a sophomore. business major. very blunt and absolutely uses that to his advantage to rile people up. shits on atsumu for fun. says he doesn’t consider kozume’s group as his friends but still hangs out with them all the time, especially shoyou. on the volleyball team; middle blocker. finds yn really cute.

⚡️— atsumu miya literal douche. absolute villain. uhh a jerk (still hot though). basically, the person that fuels kozume with the most horrendous ideas ever. the person that creates conflicts because I need someone to blame for all the… bad ideas that I come up with. oh and he’s on the volleyball team.

💿 — keiji akaashi yn’s .. ex boyfriend lol plays keyboard in kozume’s band. on the volleyball team; setter. quiet… like really quiet because of the breakup (he's healing though! I think). has the same history class as yn, rintarou, and mori (awkward). junior majoring in psychology. not very sociable. lingering feelings, still a sweet guy, things are just a tad bit weird.

profiles 01 <- | masterlist | -> part 01 ugly and bitchless

note(s): none of the pictures used are mine!!

[tirralirralirra]

you're made of memories you bury or live by

Fandom: Haikyuu Rating: T Relationship(s): Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu/Shirofuku Yukie (Background), Bokutou Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji (Background), Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (implied) Characters: Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Shirofuku Yukie, Akaashi Keiji, Bokutou Koutarou, Iwaizumi Hajime Additional Tags: Angst, Post-Time Skip, Amnesia, Minor Injuries, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending Word count: 24k CW: Amnesia

Summary:

Three days ago he woke up in the hospital to a life he didn’t know and only sort of expected.

Fic on Ao3

[shzketches]

Owl puns!

[airisu7425]

HAIKYUU!! COMIC CALENDAR 2022 - OCTOBER

[shysheeperz]

[bemylord]

ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏɪᴢ

characters: ushijima, oikawa, sakusa, atsumu | daddies

w/kinks: nsfw +18, oral [both], fingering, chocking, hair pulling, play with cum, squirt, overstimulated.

ᴜꜱʜ��ᴊɪᴍᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ

♡ receiving: if ushi has a good mood - he'd be praising you and blessing you with appreciation; letting you taking the control of the pace and movements like you're the one who can make the rules. if ushi has a mood to destroy you. well, girl. your throat was made for his thick cock only. he'd fuck your mouth mercilessly, watching as tears drop down from your long lashes, ruining your makeup. you're choking by the length of the member, feeling as the head touching your uvula and back again.

♡ giving: he knows how and where and when he needs to add fingers. his tongue has a target on your overstimulated clit as fingers tracing on the slit, teasing your hole but not entering in your gooey walls. "fuck, ushijima!" "yes, my darling?" you wanted to ask to add fingering or finally fuck you with his throbbing cock as he placed in your oozing hole two fingers in a raw. that's exactly what you've been needy for: his thick fingers stretching and targing on your sweet spot. "cum on fingers darling, cum right now, c'mon, you've gotten my permission." you'll give generously, won't you?

ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ

♡ receiving: he has only one mood and it's called - fuck your mouth the pace? the place? praising or degrading? everything depends on your behavior - if you were a good girl you'd have a nice face-fucking; were a bad-bad slut for your daddy? i guess you had known what'll be. quick explanation: 'sumu will start with a guttural and aching blowjob, ending with a stream of cum directly into your throat - now you're going to be a good girl and swallow the liquid, aren't you, kitten?

♡ giving: daddy knows how to make your squirt on the first second he's touched your clit. he starts from your hole, entering with the tip, guiding his tongue from your asshole to the clit, replacing the tongue on fingers, pumping into you. "how do we feel, slut? don't cum 'til daddy says so" he overheard your muffled "s-sorry, so-so, sorry, daddy!" as you came on his fingers. "what a pathetic slut you're. i'm gonna spank you, and if you come again, daddy will have to tie you up."

ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

♡ receiving: ties your wrists behind your back thus he could fuck your little mouth. he put a vibrator inside your pussy, forbade you to release as long as he comes. you're licking his balls to the head, sucking the thick cock as you should, letting out a cock with a pop sound. "stick out your tongue" you immediately opened, sticking out a pink tongue to receive the salty liquid.

♡ giving: toys, girl, toys. a vibrator, flogger, butt plug, dildo - to edge you. likes to put you on the condition when you're feeling an ongoing orgasm yet edging you by not giving his fingers or vibrator. "wanna cum, daddy, wanna cum!" "you've gotten my permission? hold it, slut." you would. unless you wanna get a new punishment.

ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏᴜ ᴋᴏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

♡ receiving: most of the time, 'ko would let you do the blowjob on your own - you're the one who's choosing the pace, let you tease with those timid kisses on the pubis. everything until the mood named daddy shows up. you'd be totally a dripping mess underneath his dick. just trust me. you will be.

♡ giving: into-pussy-eager-eating-loves-to-lick. bokutou enjoys giving you an oral more than receive; he likes to feel your quiver legs as your gooey walls squeezing tightly his fingers - loves to lick all your juices, he even could ask to squirt on his face. but certainly, you'd cum several times just from his tongue.

(─‿‿─)

[xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx]

Tukkishima: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Akaashi: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Kuroo: I personally was created in a lab.

Bokutou: I just straight up spawned lol.

[saeiken]

pose practice w the volleyball boys :>

[shitehaven]

Sb being nosy ^^

Trying pastel color, i guess this can count as wip, cause i can see bunch of area to be detailed hehe.

Prob will retouch when my art is more mature (?)

[lostinwildflowers]

Welcome to The Royal Collab

A Collaboration from The Meadow's Discord Creators

Hello everyone! This is an impromptu collaboration for my fellow authors and artists within my discord server! Both art and fics will be created, all with the theme of Royalty.

These are the lovely creators who will be participating in this event~

Birch (Me) - Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Kita Shinsuke, Bokuto Koutarou, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Daichi Sawamura, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Jean Kirstein, Azumane Asahi

✯ "A Battle Lost and Won" -- Miya Atsumu x Reader: When your kingdom loses in a battle against foreign invaders, your personal knight gets injured. What is the outcome when you clean his injuries?

✯ "The Princess and The Baker" -- Miya Osamu x Reader: Miya Osamu is a lowly peasant who works in the royal kitchen. Not many see his natural talent at baking and cooking, but you and your mother do. What will rise from your interactions?

✯ "Birds At Sea" -- Kita Shinsuke x Reader: Duke Kita Shinsuke hasn't gotten to see you in almost a year, and is missing you a lot as his birthday nears. What will happen when you don't return his letter from across the sea?

✯ "Romantic Rides and a Wishful Surprise" -- Bokuto Koutarou x Reader: A surprising (and slightly hilarious) encounter with a patrol of knights leads you to helping one of them out. Who knows what will happen when you meet the knight with golden eyes again?

✯ "A Lifelong Love" -- Oikawa Tooru x Reader: You've been childhood lovers with Oikawa Tooru for a long time, but now he is a king and your husband. Whenever the ball becomes too much for you, he takes matters into his own hands.

✯ "A Soft Touch" -- Sugawara Koushi x Reader: Riding lessons lead you, the princess, down to the stables a few times a week. A certain grey-haired stablehand helps you out, and you develop a close friendship. That's until you stop showing up.

✯ "Never, or Always?" -- Sawamura Daichi x Reader: Prince Sawamura Daichi hasn't found a bride, so his parents take things into their own hands. He hates you, for he didn't get to choose the one he married, but life moves on as a royal. What will the outcome of your marriage be?

✯ "Catch Me if you Can" -- Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader: You're up late one night, thinking about your busy life as a princess. You manage to get locked out of your room, leaving you stranded on your balcony. It's a good thing your guard is there to catch you.

✯ "Fit for a Prince?" -- Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader: Prince Ushijima can have anything he wants; the finest foods and drinks, butlers at every call, and beautiful princesses in a heartbeat. But somehow all he wants is you.

✯ "Hidden" -- Jean Kirstein x Reader: You and your best friend, Jean, are cleaning up your ODM gear when an urgent request for you comes from Erwin's office. What will he tell you, and what will it mean for your friendship with Jean?

✯ "Touches of Love's Flame" -- Azumane Asahi x Reader: Asahi is the blacksmith for Karasuno's kingdom, and he accidentally shods your horse wrong, leaving you without a mount. What will he do to make it up to you?

Al (@alto-march-of-death) - Takanobu Aone

✯ "A Helping Hand" -- Stable Boy! Aone x Princess!Reader

Boo (@miatsubaki23) - Akira Kunimi

✯ Akira Kunimi

Joy (@myheartscontent) - Kozume Kenma

Wolfy (@xxdragonwriterxx ) - Levi Ackerman

Cindy (@vs-redemption) - Bakugou Katsuki

✯ "A Royal Pain" -- Bakugou Katsuki x Reader: Warnings: I used female pronouns for the reader and Bakugo says "ass" once. Small Note: If this fic is received well, there might be a part 2 in the future.

Inez (@shoyotime) - Kageyama Tobio

✯ "Love Declaration" -- Kageyama Tobio x Reader: When the wedding gowns fail to match your desires, you and Kageyama decide to take a stroll down the store yourself.

[glitchh3d]

Collabs and Conning (Semi Eita x F!Reader) [Post 3]

Taglist: @elianetsantana

Post Summary: (Y/n)'s called out for her flirty personality, Akaashi is a good friend, and Semi shows his interest (if you can call using the winky emoji in twitter replies "showing interest")

TW: Swearing, Sex joke

Words: 542

BTW after the photos, there is actual words to read.

*** (Y/n) giggled at her phone as she scrolled through the replies on Iwaizumi’s post. She and Yachi had pulled an evil move, only bringing each of the boys (besides Oikawa and Sugawara) one cookie each. Originally, they were going to be nice and bring all the cookies, but after Iwaizumi’s comment on conning them, they decided against it. The boys hadn’t specified how many cookies to bring, so they really didn’t do anything wrong.

“You kind of deserve it, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa chirped as he bit into one of his cookies. Iwaizumi glared at the brunet model, his eye twitching in annoyance as he angrily bit into the slice of pizza he was holding.

“Shut the hell up, Trashykawa.” He grumbled, looking down at his phone as he chewed. (Y/n) giggled again, smiling cheekily over at Yachi, who winked back playfully.

“You guys should have been more specific!” Yachi chimed in, making Bokuto groan.

“You guys are mean!” He whined, slumping down in his spot on the couch. “We just wanted some cookies made from the purest and kindest girls we know, but noooo. We each get a SINGLE cookie made by two devils instead.”

Akaashi rolled his eyes as he typed away on his laptop.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Bokuto-san. At least you got a cookie.”

(Y/n) smirked as Bokuto whined, watching as his head hit Akaashi’s shoulder.

“Aww, you think we’re the purest and kindest girls?” (Y/n) asked teasingly. Oikawa chuckled. “You guys really are naive.”

“Shut up, (Y/n).” Iwaizumi snapped at her, his nose wrinkling angrily. She giggled again before biting her pizza and munching away happily.

“Hey, ‘kaashi?” Yachi asked suddenly. Akaashi looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm?”

“Well-”

BIG BOOTY BITCHES, BIG BIG BOOTY BITCHES. WE WANT BIG BOOTY-

All eyes in the room snapped to Bokuto’s phone as his ringtone started playing. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed as he hurried to answer the device.

“Sorry! It’s Kuroo!” He apologized as he pressed the green answer button. “Hello?”

(Y/n) frowned. She didn’t know who Kuroo was, but Akaashi was paying close attention to the call and both Iwaizumi and Oikawa were leaning forward, as if trying to catch any of the conversation.

“Woah, what?” Bokuto’s eyes fell on (Y/n) and she cocked her head to the side curiously. “I mean, yeah? She-”

Were they talking about her? Or Yachi?

“Well, you’ll have to go through Akaashi, dude. Unless you like, reach out to her-” Bokuto’s sentence was cut off by him laughing.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay! I’ll have Akaashi call you!” Bokuto chuckled and nodded. “Alright! Lunch soon, dude. I’m holding you to it! Talk later!”

Bokuto hung up the phone with a smile on his face before glancing at everyone in the room.

“What’s up?” He asked, slipping the device into his pocket.

“What did Kuroo want?” Iwaizumi asked first.

“Also, what the hell is your ringtone?” Oikawa asked as he fought the urge to smile at Bokuto’s embarrassed face at the mention of it.

“Big booty bitches,” Yachi sang, dancing in her spot.

“Yeah, big big booty bitches-” (Y/n) giggled as she sang along, also swaying.

“Ok shut up! Kuroo chose his own ringtone, leave me alone!”

***

(: yay! we're getting into plot now!! i hope u liked

I'm excited for more of this!! Also, taglist is open if u want to be tagged each time a new post goes up!

(reblobs an likes are greatly appreciated <3)

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[tirralirralirra]

Too Unwise to Woo Peaceably

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rated: T Relationship(s): Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Komori Motoya/Suna Rintarou (minor), Miya Osamu/Shirofuku Yukie (minor), Bokutou Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji (minor), Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran (minor) Characters: Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Komori Motoya, Suna Rintarou, Ensemble Cast Additional Tags: Faked into Dating, Getting Together, Fluff, Humor, Light Angst, Banter, Banter and Insults as a love language, Modern Shakespearean Retelling, Bastardization of Shakespeare's classic play, V. League, Canon Compliant, Post-Time Skip, Unironic use of italicized oh, References to Shakespeare, Inspired by Shakespeare Word Count: 23k

Summary:

The MSBY Black Jackals take things into their own hands regarding Sakusa and Atsumu, with the help of some friends, some family, and maybe the entire V.League. A romantic comedy in three acts. . . . AKA The Much Ado About Nothing fic (modern edition). You like fake dating? Get ready for faked into dating.

Fic on Ao3