#kotarou bokuto fic

[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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[haikyuudescendants]

a little practice with my vk kids.

[uzuikyo]

haikyu men on valentines day

pairing : various x f!reader [kageyama, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya & ushijima]

warnings : clichés, oikawa & toruu being flirty mfs, not proofread, that’s it (i think? pls lmk)

wc : 1.7k

uzuikyo : happy valentines loves !! especially to my co-single bad bitches out there <3 hope we find our soulmates soon :))

[kageyama] is the type of person who doesn’t show affection that much (i think we all know that) but tries his best to make you feel loved and special even though he can be a meanie sometimes.

"get ready. we’re going out in an hour." kageyama suddenly announces while you were watching tv. "huh? aren’t we going to stay in for v day?" you asked, confused. you always stay in for every valentines you guys celebrated together for the past few years. he shrugged, "just wanted to try something new." and he dipped, heading to your room while shouting to you about how you really should get ready because apparently "you take too long to get ready" (shocker really). note the sarcasm.

you just bit your lip to hide your grin, because let’s be real, kageyama’s doing all this just for you this valentines.

after getting ready, you get into kageyama’s car as he drives both of you to god-knows-where because you really have no idea. "so where are we really going, babe? did you plan a surprise for me?" you tease him, slightly poking his arm. "s-shut up! staying in is boring now. we’ve been doing it ever since." you smiled cheekily because he’s still denying it even if his face is all red from either embarrassment or shyness. "creep," he gave you a disgusted look, but you just smiled at him. "you still love me though?"

"y-you’re so annoying." it’s his love language y’all

you arrive at your destination with kageyama opening the door for you. it was a fancy looking restaurant. a waiter came up to you both asking if you had a reservation and kageyama nodded, saying that it was for him. the waiter led you guys to a table and you thanked him.

“tobio..” you looked around, observing how fancy and elegant the ambiance and setting was before looking at him. “this is so nice, i really love it.” you gave him a pout, making him raise an eyebrow. “what?”

“i didn’t know you were romantic like this. i don’t even have anything to give you cuz you said we were staying in.” you coninued, “happy valentines, babe.” you added, not wanting to piss him off too much (he won’t really cuz it’s you).

“yeah. happy valentines, brat.”

[oikawa] “babe!” you heard your boyfriend shout from outside as you hurriedly made your way to him, shouting a quick “coming!”. you made sure to lock the door, fixing your dress and hair while walking towards oikawa who was waiting by the car.

“damn,” you hear him say, making you look up at him. “what?” you replied and he shrugged, trying to look innocent as he tried to keep the smug grin of his. “nice ass, babe- ow!” he bursted into laughter as you smacked his arm. “toru!” you glared at him as he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“it’s true, though.” oikawa winked before giving you a kiss. you gasped when you felt his hands squeeze your ass. “i swear-“ he cut you off with another kiss, patting your bum before opening the car door for you. “your ass- i mean you look really good. can’t help it.” he stated as you sat in the passenger seat with a blush on your face.

oikawa drove to the beach since you both decided to celebrate there this year and skip all the fancy and typical valentines traditions. you jumped off the car and helped him carry a few things for your beach picnic date.

both of you stayed there ‘til the sunset, taking a bunch of pictures together and snacking on some of the foods you brought while oikawa’s head was resting on your lap. he got up, excusing himself that he was going to the bathroom while you wait.

but since oikawa’s well … oikawa, he surprised you with a boquet of red flowers and chocolates when he came back. tapping you by the shoulders, you looked up to see who it was and your eyes widened with shock when you saw his surprise. “oh my god, toru!” you squealed, jumping up to hug him.

“happy valentines, love.”

[kuroo] “does this look like a heart to you?” you asked him as he looked at the tray on the countertop. “that looks like a peach babe.” you pouted, and kuroo chuckled.

“here, let me try to do one.” you handed him the piping bag, watching while he carefully tried to shape one into a heart. “that’s actually better than mine.” you admitted, “of course, i am the best after all.” he joked and you rolled your eyes at him. “why don’t you do that and i’ll take care of the ganache?”

you didn’t even wait for his answer and just tiptoed to give him a quick peck before turning away from him to make the chocolate ganache for the macarons. “not so fast, sweetheart.” you squealed when he pulled you back to face him. “you think you can just order me around, hm?”

you raised an eyebrow, “why not- ahh! tetsurou!” you burst into laughter when he attacked you with tickles. “sto- ahahaha!” you tried wriggling out of his arms but he won’t budge. he finally stopped, still caging you in his arms. “you are a brat, you know that?” you shrugged playfully, leaning forward so that your noses would touch together.

“i know, i love you too.” you smacked his chest, “shut up!” kuroo let out a laugh, pulling your chin up to give you a kiss. your arms wrapped around the back of his neck while his stayed on your waist. you moaned when he bit your bottom lip before pulling away with a smirk.

“you are such a tease.” you whined. “let’s call it quits, eh?”

[bokuto] “yesss!” both of you shouted when the last ball got in one of the baskets, gaining attention from people who were near you. “what prize would you guys like?” the guy asked, and bokuto let you pick as you chose the medium sized owl stuffed toy.

“really, babe?” your boyfriend groaned, and you smiled. “what? he looks like you!” you hugged the owl tightly, “i’m gonna think of you now whenever i see this.” your cheeks were squished against it and the sight was making bokuto melt. he pulled his phone out and took a quick picture of you, “you’re so cute.”

“hey, not fair! i probably look ugly in that,” you pouted, but he just pinched your cheek. “you always look good. in every position— i mean angle.” you blushed at his words, “oh my god, lower your voice!”

“just saying facts.” he winked, “do you wanna go eat before continuing with the rest of the rides?” you nod since you were feeling a bit hungry from all the walking and rides that you guys did.

you guys lined up to buy food and the person at the cashier was an old lady. “what can i get for you two love birds?” both of you smiled at her, and bokuto ordered for the both of you. “alright it’ll be 45.50 for your total. enjoy the rest of your night.” you lightly bowed at her for her sweetness. “i suggest riding the ferris wheel at night. it’s more romantic that way.” she winked at you guys and you blushed.

“we sure will, ma’am.” bokuto gave her a smile before politely walking away with your hand in his. “we definitely will be saving that for last.”

[nishinoya] “noya!” you whined, pouting when you felt the icing touch your nose. you took a bit of icing from the cake before quickly swiping it across his cheeks when he wasn’t looking.

he was taken by surprise and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. you took your film camera out of your pocket and snapped a picture of him. “we should take a picture together!” nishinoya stealed the camera from your hand before pulling you in to take a picture.

“i wasn’t ready!” you complained, but he just smiled. “i’m sure you’ll look pretty in it no matter what.”

the park was strangely quiet and empty considering it was valentines. you thought there would be more couples today, but noya said it’s better since you have the park all to yourselves which you agree with.

“that means..” he mumbled, slowly walking towards you before pulling you close to his face. “we get to do whatever we want.” he winked, your foreheads touching together.

he didn’t even give you the chance to reply because his lips were already capturing yours. “no one will see us.” he whispered, and you lightly smacked him on the chest because of his brazenness.

[ushijima] you were staring out the open window, feeling the cold breeze across your face as your favorite songs plays from the radio. you looked back to see wakatoshi smiling while focusing on the road.

you sat back down, facing towards him. “what’s got you so smiley today? that’s rare.” you joked, making him clear his throat and avoid eye contact. “nothing, i was just..” you hummed, asking for him to continue. “..can you not look at me like that, please?”

“like what? i’m not even doing anything,” you teased, making him let out a scoff before laughing with you. wakatoshi looked briefly at you before looking back at the road as one hand stayed on the steering wheel while the other made its way to yours, intertwining your fingers together.“it’s nothing. you just looked so pretty staring out the window like that.”

he placed a kiss on your knuckles and you couldn’t help but bite your lip so you wouldn’t lose yourself from feeling too giddy about your boyfriend acting so sweet.

“we’re almost there, do you need to get something from the gas station? there’s one nearby.” you shook your head, humming no.

as you reached your destination, the cars and roads disappeared and the only thing left to see was the desert landscapes and the trees surrounding it. it was only afternoon so the sun was still very visible.

wakatoshi parked near a cliff so you can see the breathtaking view of nature from above. both of you got out of the car and was immediately welcomed by the fresh air. you walked over to him, before wrapping your arms around his torso.

“it’s so nice, thank you for bringing me here.” wakatoshi smiled, “of course, anything for my girl.”

© uzuikyo. all rights reserved.

[hotvinimon]

Prank

Bokuto Kotaro x Reader

A/n : "You are annoying prank" Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language, tears, kisses

Master List

Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

You couldn't stop chuckling to yourself as you whipped up some grub for your beloved boyfriend of 3 years, the bathroom rockstar.

Imagine this: a sunny summer day, Bokuto belting out tunes like he's on a world tour in the bathroom. While you made your Inari Sushi masterpiece, you stuck a cute flag in the tofu, thinking he'd devour it like a hungry legend.

Your kitchen shenanigans turned breakfast into a daily concert, and you were here for it, front-row seats and all!

Chilling on a kitchen stool, you snuggled up, scrolling through your phone and killing time. As you swiped away, you got hooked by a hilarious prank video of a couple.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Bokuto emerged, attempting an elegant pirouette, until he saw your unimpressed look from your kitchen perch.

He pulled off an epic gasp, covering his mouth with flair like a melodramatic actor and shouted, "Oh, behold the grand entrance! My precious! My drop-dead gorgeous darling baby!" With giant strides, like he's auditioning for a comedy troupe, he sauntered over on the wood floor, leaving just enough room for an over-the-top bow. You couldn't hold back your giggles.

"Wowza! Check out the size of that Inari sushi! Just what the doctor ordered! I must've won the karma lottery. Now, what else? Hmmm... Oh, I know! A good morning smooch to kickstart the day!" Ignoring any objections, he grabbed your face with his big hands and planted a juicy kiss. "As a token of my thanks, I'm whipping up some coffee, my sweetie pie!"

Late mornings are rare in your apartment due to both of yours busy schedule. But due to graciousness of your manager and Meian, you finally got some time to catch what's slipping up.

You watched his coffee-making skills, both of you sipping from cute matching mugs, and that coffee scent filled up the kitchen. He plopped your mug down, and you gave him a quick kiss. As he sat in his chair across from you, he eyeballed the yummy breakfast you'd whipped up with an eager grin.

He zeroed in on the sushi like a ravenous sushi monster, his lips dancing with excitement. Taking a huge bite, he made sure that sushi didn't stand a chance. You couldn't help but soak up his dramatic, operatic hum, followed by an award-winning moan.

It was like a foodie's Shakespearean theater! As he devoured, you remembered that prank video from earlier. You leaned in, resting your head on your left hand, grinning mischievously.

"Listen, babe, you know I adore you, right? But..." Bokuto's eyes locked onto yours, begging for more. Despite his heartstring-pulling expression, you kept going. "Maybe, just maybe, ease up on the childishness. It's starting to get a tad bit... well, you know, annoying."

His eyes got as big as saucers, and he froze mid-bite, never breaking your gaze. He blinked once, then twice, and a puzzled frown crept over his handsome face. He practically inhaled his food, trying to get words out, "You think I'm... annoying? Really?" His voice quivered, barely louder than a whisper, breaking your resolve.

Your hand reached out for his, but it was game over – tears welled up in his eyes. Panic mode activated, and you sprang up, cursing your snap judgment. "No, no, no, my bad, baby! I was just messing around! None of that was for real. I watched this dumb video of someone pranking their partner, and I thought it'd be hilarious to see your reaction…"

You pulled back and gently grabbed his chin. "Hey, look at me." You swiveled his head to lock eyes with you. "I'm so sorry, babe. I'm head over heels for you, you know that, right?" He zipped his lips for a sec, steering clear of eye contact. "You're so cruel! Why'd you do that to your lovely boyfriend? I really believed you were going to leave me..." His lip wobbled, a cute pout forming on his lips.

"Like, never ever would I want you to change! I'm all about your goofy vibes, you get me? I'm genuinely sorry, honey... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you!" Your thumb stroked his cheek, sending a silent plea.

"Okay, but swear you won't pull something like this again!" He crossed his arms and huffed. "I swear!" You nodded big time, showering his face with kisses. You started with his forehead, then both cheeks, and finally, a smooch that lingered on his pouty lips. You milked that last kiss a little longer, feeling the corners of his lips curl up. When you finally pulled away, your grin was on fleek, and your way happier boyfriend looked back at you.

"Well, now that you promised to make it up to me, can I cop some of your sushi too?" you deadpanned. Maybe this was all part of his plot to score extra breakfast, and you were totally down with it, especially when he gave you that cheeky, smug grin.

Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

Maybe this is what love looks like. A drama queen hogging your breakfast with dried fat tears on his blushed cheeks.

V-Chan's Dilly Dally

You can skip this part.

I really hope you guys would like it. I kind of changed the theme. I'm working on an akaashi fic and a gangster fic.

If you have any request, I would love to serve.

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B-Bye

Love you all

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[oikawas-ufo]

If I need to type the word volleyball one more time, I am going to scream.

[tetskuro]

imagining bokuto running straight to you after winning a volleyball game at the olympics...

when japan wins gold, it's a blur. the players are ecstatic and clapping each other on the back. the coaches are proud and crying tears of happiness. the audience is thrilled and cheering in celebration, you included. and bokuto?

he's sprinting straight for the stands with a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand. the speed at which he moves belies the fact that he just played five long sets. bokuto's feet—and heart—are so light he thinks he could fly.

the moment he approaches you, bokuto's eyes visibly shine with overflowing joy. before you know it, he's leaning over the railing and kissing you like it's the last day on earth.

you hear the rapid clicks of camera shutters as the paparazzi snap photos of the couple hopelessly in love, but you couldn't care less. the two of you are lost in each other, oblivious to your surroundings.

when you part, the sight that meets your eyes renders you breathless and not just from the kiss. bokuto gazes at you in pure adoration as he gives you the bouquet filled with your favorite flowers, a tradition he follows after every match regardless of whether his team wins or loses. still, it never fails to evoke a fluttery sensation in your chest.

"for you! i love you!"

his words are always so enthusiastic and straightforward and contain every ounce of devotion he has for you. you can't help but feel the tears threatening to spill, realizing just how far he's come over the years.

"i love you too."

and he's beaming at you with all the light in the world. bokuto is undoubtedly the star of the show, but to him, you're the only star he sees.

a/n: for @bokutoko hope u enjoy this 🫶🏽

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© tetskuro 2024. please do not repost or modify my work.

[feelingbluewrites]

About my blog page!

Hello everyone! Welcome to my new writing page! This post is mostly a rules page, including who I don’t and do write for and what else I write about so people can find what they like on my page! If you have any questions that I forget to include in this post go ahead and send me a message!

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About me! (yada yada yada)

My name is Blue! 

I am 19 years young!

I’ve been writing for years just not on tumblr UNTIL NOW

I’ve been into anime for a few years but stopped AND NOW IM INTO IT AGAIN

Also my grammar is not the best so if I seem hard to understand I apologize but I will try my best to make myself as clear as possible!

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What anime’s I write for!

Haikyuu!

- As of right now I will most likely be writing for Haikyuu because that is where I feel most comfortable right now but WHO KNOWS THAT MIGHT CHANGE IN THE FUTURE

My Hero Academia 

-MHA is the only other anime I will write about as of now. 

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What characters will I write for!

Tobio Kageyama

Asahi Azumane

Kei Tsukishima

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kenma Kozume

Tooru Oikawa

Kotarou Bokuto (obviously)

Keiji Akaashi

Atsumu Miya

Osamu Miya

MHA Characters!

Shouto Todoroki (husband)

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Eijirou Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Tamaki Amajiki

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

And any other characters you guys wish for!

What characters I will not write for right now! (this is just a for now thing, I will eventually be able to write for everyone in the future)

Shoyo Hinata 

-This is mostly because I don’t feel comfortable writing smut for him BECAUSE HE’S JUST SO PRECIOUS! BUT, I am willing to try and write a fluff or angst fic if you guys are interested. 

Hajime Iwaizumi

-I love Iwa, DON’T GET ME WRONG. I only put him on this list because I haven’t written a character analysis for him yet and I don’t want him to seem out of character at all. So until I can get a good grasp on him HE WILL BE ON THE WRITING LIST!

Wakatoshi Ushijima 

-Same reason as Iwa’s! I will get to yall’s manz soon though don’t worry!

Satori Tendou 

-Same reason!

Kiyoomi Sakusa

-Same thing as well, I also don’t know much about Sakusa BUT if you guys could give me a deep description about him this will change!

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What kind of fics I write! (Most of these will be written with a female reader, if it is changed I will write it in the title)

Smut

-I have some DIRTY ASS FICS in mind for yall so just wait I promise it won’t disappoint (and if it does then you can hit me over the head with a bat)

Angst

-WHO DOESN’T LOVE A GOOD HEARTBREAK FIC HERE AND THERE

Fluff

-Of course who doesn’t love a sweet toothache with your favorites.

I will also write any drabbles if you end up messaging me in the ask box! I am open to anything and making your dreams come true, so don’t be shy!

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Alright! That’s all I could think of to mention as of right now, if I missed anything don’t hesitate to ask!

Have a good day readers and writers! I hope to see you guys in my fics soon! MWAH!

-Blue

[zurajanaizurakoda]

Gin is a Dick in Every Sense of the Word

I've fallen headfirst into Ginzura and I didn't have time to make a new account on A03 but I wrote two fics in two days which is nothing short of amazing. I'm putting this here.

Gin is a Dick, in Every Sense of the Word

Explicit, no warnings. Some angst and pining and slight Katsumatsu (Is that the term? With the ramen shop girl) Takes place during the second movie.

Katsura doesn't trust the new leader of the Yorozuya and deicides to take matters into his own hands. Originally it was just "Katsura figures out Gin is Gin and misses him enough he fucks the ugly penis man", but I let him have some real Gin as a treat.

They had been searching for hours with no clues, and even Gin was beginning to get disheartened.  It was hard not to, there was no end to the filthy alleyways and trash festering in the dark corners of the city.  He’d almost sworn he’d been down this specific alleyway when he felt a presence behind his back.  Someone with some skill, he hadn’t heard them approach.  Hand on his bokuto, he whirled around, and found a familiar silhouette.

“Zura?”

The other man glared through his one good eye.  (Was the other eye really bad?  He’d known Katsura and his costumes long enough that it wouldn’t surprise him if the bandages were just for show.  Zura was nothing if not committed to the bit.  “It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura.” It had more bite to it than his usual retort.  “And I still haven’t accepted you, you know.”

“Then it’s good that I don’t care, Zura.”  he turned back around.

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura,” he repeated, “and I still haven’t figured out your motives.  Leader has become a beautiful woman, but she can protect herself better than I could.  Emotionally, though, I fear she’s vulnerable, as is Shinpachi-kun.”  he continued to glare.  “You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.  Back off.”

“You do a lot of protecting from inside a prison cell, Runaway Kotarou?” he muttered back.  “It’s not like you to let something like prison bars get in your way.”

Katsura edged closer.   “They said you’re Gintoki’s sworn brother.  I’ve known him as long as he’s known himself.  He’s never had any sworn brothers, and definitely not an amanto.”

“So you’ve known him all that time?” Gintoki growled.  “Never off doing your own thing?  Playing tag with the Shinsengumi?  Get over yourself, Zura.  He had his own life.”

He was surprised when a katana embedded itself into the building behind him.  “I knew him better than anyone!  He wouldn’t have kept such a thing from me. “ His eye hardened.  “Don’t think the clothes mean anything.  He left his clothes everywhere.  I have a set at home.  And the bokuto is mail order.  He’s had dozens of them.”

Gin pushed the sword out of the way.  “He told me all about you, Zura.  He said you’re a busybody who can’t keep his nose out on Gin-san’s business.  Don’t you have a ramen lady to not seduce?”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura, and she’s lying next to her husband, as she would have wanted.”  Katsura replied.  “Another failing on my part.  Don’t change the subject.”

That hit him.  When Zura fell, he fell hard.  He’d probably never so much as touched her hand without paying for his soba, but it was obvious he had been smitten.  The future was not kind to Katsura.  “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your sympathy.”

Gintoki turned and really looked at him.  “Did you really lose an eye?” he asked, his voice wavering.

“I may not look it, but I was the top rebel in this city.  I had information that the Shinsengumi would kill for.  An eye or two was a small price to pay for their safety.”  He reached up and touched the bandage.  “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

So he still had his ideals.  “But seriously, you’re Runaway Kotaro.  You escape.  You want me to believe you spent five years rotting in a jail cell?”

“What does it matter to you?”  Katsura replied archly.  “I seem to remember you coming for my head personally.”

Gin gulped.  “That was, you know… I panicked.”

Katsura crossed his arms, folding them into his sleeves.  “Panicked?” he repeated.  “I haven’t forgotten you brought Leader and Shinpachi-kun to the execution.  That was dangerous.”

“Dangerous?!”  Gin returned.  “You almost got beheaded!  Why didn’t you fight?”

Katsura sighed, closing his eyes.  “I had reason to believe I would be rescued. Why did it matter so much to you?”

“Mattered to me?!  What about you?!  You think I don’t know you could have taken out all those guards yourself if you wanted to?  What were you doing, letting it just happen?  ‘It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura’.  “That’s what was important?”

“My name is Katsura.”  he replied.  “I don’t remember giving any Amanto permission to call me by any nickname.”

“So it’s because I’m an Amanto?  You didn’t let Gin-san call you that.”

“It never stopped him.”  Katsura’s eye was still closed.  “You know, you sound like him.”

“Do I?”  shit, Zura of all people wasn’t observant enough to see past the disguise was he?  He was an idiot, but he could be smarter than anyone if the mood hit him.  “We were a lot alike.”

“Not just the sound of your voice.”  Katsura clarified, voice wary.  “The way you speak is just like him.  When did you meet him?”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I might, if you give me a proper explanation.”

“You know, after the war.”

“But before you met Leader and Shinpachi-kun?”

Shit, no, he knew too much about them to have met before he met them.  “We first met before them, but we kept in touch.  We spoke often.”

There was a long pause.  “And he really told you I was a busybody who stuck his nose where it didn’t belong?”  Katsura’s good eye was hidden behind his bangs, but he looked like he was about to cry.

“Well, that was, you know…”  Gin backtracked.  “You two knew each other during the war.  Before that, even.  You were friends.  As much brothers as we were.”  Was that what Zura wanted?

“Brothers?”  Katsura snorted.  “Is Gintoki the kind of man that fucks his brothers?”

Shit.  Shit shit shit shit shit.  “He, you know…”  Back then, during the war, it had happened.  Not a lot, but it had definitely happened.  He never thought Zura would speak of it, least of all to a complete stranger.  “He didn’t fuck me, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“You didn’t ask.  I apologize.”  Katsura replied.  His voice was unreadable.

“Are you okay?”  Gin lifted a hand to rest on Katsura’s shoulder, then thought better of it.  “You know, Gin-san could be a real jerk sometimes, but he wasn’t a monster.  I’m sure he cared about you.”

“I was convenient.”  Katsura said.  His shoulders shook slightly.  “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“Wait, if Gin-san wanted convenient, there were other places to go.  He wouldn’t risk a friendship over convenience.”  Shit shit shit.  Katsura fell hard.  What had he been thinking?  That it was good to be alive after a battle you were sure to die in?  That Katsura was the most beautiful fucking thing at camp?  The breathy way he accepted Gin’s advances, the way he arched into him?  It hadn’t really been love, but it hadn’t been just sex either, not with Zura.  Not with his best friend.  

Zura had never mentioned it afterwards, never shown any inclination to continue what they had started.  But Zura was the king of pining, and when he fell, it was like a dam breaking.  “Listen.  Is that why you were so messed up?  Because of Gin-san?  He wouldn’t want you to be feeling down about him.  He’d want you to be fucking MILFS like nobody’s business. He’d want you to be a stud.”

“What do you know?!”  Zura’s voice cracked, and his shoulders shook roughly.  “What the fuck would you know?!”

Gin faltered.  “I know he wouldn’t want to hurt you.”  he finally offered.  “And if he knew he’d cocked up everything royally, he’d feel terrible.”  There was no response.  “Come on.  Hit me.  It won’t make it better, but it’ll help.  Call me an asshole, tell me I solve all my problems with my dick.  You’re too good to waste away pining after a jerk like Gin-san.”

Katsura was definitely crying, tears trailing from his one good eye.  “What would you know?” he asked again, voice shaking.

This time Gin finally put his hand on the other man’s shoulder.  “You’re right.  I don’t know anything.  I’m an asshole, Zura, I break things I care about.”  He was startled but not really surprised when Zura threw himself into his arms.  “If it helps, cry.  You don’t need to hold it in.”

“He didn’t trust me.”  Katsura sobbed.  “He came to talk about the past.  He must have known I’d go anywhere with him.  All he had to do was speak the word, but instead…”

“He trusted you with his life.”  Gin replied weakly.  “I’m sure he didn’t want you to get involved.”

“I was convenient.”  Katsura repeated tearfully.  That night, just like back at the wars…” 

Shit.

“I knew he wasn’t serious, anymore than he was back then, but we were talking, and then his hands were on me, and then…”  Katsura choked.  “He was gone when I woke up.  He always was.  I never saw him again.  That was the last time I saw him, he was holding me and telling me I was beautiful, just like the old days, and I let him.  I let him use me, and then I let him go.”

Shit.  If he could have gotten alone with his past self, he would have kicked the shit out of him.  Zura was sensitive,  Zura was lonely.  Zura wasn’t some sort of fucking toy to play with.  “I’m so sorry.”

“You smell like him.”

“Does it bother you?  I can let go.”

“No, no.”  Katsura sniffled.  “It’s nice.”

What on earth had he been thinking back then?  Faced with the destruction of the world, he had possibly sought the one safe haven he knew of, Zura, who was always there for him, who never complained, never turned him away.  He’d taken the easy route and given into his most basic urges.

And he’d torn Zura’s heart out.  

Zura’s breath was coming more evenly now, his face buried in Gin’s shirt.  He was still beautiful in this era, a little thinner and weaker, probably from the long prison stay.  Even the bandage, which should have reminded him of Takasugi, just emphasized the lines of his face.

It hadn’t been love back then because Gin hadn’t let it be.  His heart was too guarded, he was too broken.  He’d felt feelings for Zura he couldn’t define, that he’d refused to define.  Even with the whole world crumbling, if he could go back, it would be not to the past of five years ago but to the distant past of the joi wars, to the nights he’d first gone seeking for Zura’s warmth, and stayed.  Ran his hair through the beautiful long hair, kissed the parched and broken lips, let himself wake up next to the man he’d cared so deeply about.  

What would his life be like now, if he had done that?

Katsura shifted.  At first Gin thought he was losing consciousness, but he slipped through Gin’s fingers and fell lightly to his knees.  Gin was still processing the action when he felt fingers reaching for his pants.

Shit.  Shit shit shit.

“No, you don’t want to do this.  You’re sad, and you’re lonely, and, and…”

“Shut up.” Katsura replied.  “I’m here, and you’re here, and I’m convenient.  Let me be useful.”

“No, no no.  This is wrong, Zura, no, Katsura-san-”

“It’s Zura.”  Katsura hissed.  His mouth was dangerously close to Gin’s crotch.

“Zura, then.  You don’t really want to-”

“Shut up!”  Katsura snapped.  “Don’t think I haven’t spent the last five years thinking of what I would do if I met you again.  You owe me this.”  He shifted, pinning Gin against the wall.  His hands finished opening the pants and reached inside.  Regrettably, Gin’s dick was already half hard and firming up by the second.  Katsura freed it from the strawberry boxers and stared at it for a second like he was making a decision.

“Zura, please don’t do this.” 

“You don’t want it?”  Katsura hissed roughly.  “You don’t want me?”

“God, Zura, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.  Not just your mouth, everything.  But this isn’t right.”

“It’s right.”  Zura insisted.  Before Gin could say another word, Zura’s mouth closed over his cock and the world shuddered.

“Fuck, Zura.”

Katsura pulled off for a second.  “That’s the general idea, yes.”  He put his mouth back on Gin.  His mouth was soft and hot, he was perfect and pliant, he was everything Zura always was.  But it was wrong.  He had no right to feel this good, he had no right to touch Zura after all the crap he’d pulled.  But Zura took him in deeper, caving in his cheeks, putting everything into it.  His deep voice was coming in soft grunts, his fingers were gently cradling Gin’s balls.

“Fuck, shit.” he clenched his teeth. “Fuck, Zura.”  his mind was blown free of thoughts, but he happened to glance down and saw Zura, cock disappearing into his perfect mouth, tears still wet on his good eye.  It made his knees go weak.  “Zura, wait.”

Zura pulled off again. “You’re breaking my concentration.  Shut up.”  He moved to take Gin’s cock again but he was stopped.  “Don’t do this now, Gintoki.”

“Listen, let me do this right.  Let me fuck you.  Please, let me fuck you.”

Katsura smiled without opening his eyes.  “Do you have any idea what you look like?  Don’t make me look at you.”

“Against the wall, then.  Please, you have no idea how much I want this…”

“One hole or another, then. Whatever you like.”  Katsura replied.  With a slight grunt he rose to his feet.

“You’re not a fucking hole, Zura.”  Gin hissed.  He pulled the other man in for a rough kiss.

Katsura slapped him playfully.  “Seriously, you look like a giant penis.  Don’t touch me with that face.”  He lifted his yukata and tucked it into his obi.  “No lube, I assume.”  

“I won’t hurt you, Zura.”  He stuck two fingers into Zura’s mouth and his dick twitched when he felt a soft tongue play along his fingers.  He waited until they were thick with saliva and then pulled out, parting Katsura gently.  He took one finger easily, two a little more slowly.  The noises were amazing, whimpers and gasps and deep needy whines barely muffled by a hand. Gin tried to focus on his task.  He’d fucked up everything so badly, he couldn’t fuck this up.  He cupped Zura’s face to pull him in for a kiss and was pushed away.  “Okay, fine, you win, Zura.” he pulled the wart off and stuck it to the wall.  “I don’t even know if it’ll work again if I take it off, but there!  Now you’ll touch me, right?”

Katsura’s eyes watered.  “Look at you, Gintoki. You haven’t changed a bit.” He turned so his back was against the alley wall, lifting his hips to give Gin the best possible access.

“Shut up, just shut up and kiss me you idiot.”  He spat on his fingers and went for a second round of slickening.  Katsura bucked, burying his head in Gin’s shoulder with a needy cry.  Their lips met and their tongues roamed hungrily.  Gin wanted to do everything at once, he let his fingers leave Zura’s ass and grabbed his legs, hoisting them around his waist.  They met for another bruising kiss.  “You ready?” he spit on his palm and used it for a last little bit of lubrication.

“You have no idea, Gintoki.”  

He was slow, slow as he possibly could be, he was already fucking things up literally and metaphorically, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Zura in some filthy alleyway in the middle of a doomed future, but Zura sunk down on him inch by inch until their hips were connected and his vision went dark for a second.  “God you’re tight, Zura, is it okay, does it hurt?  Can I move?”

Zura hissed and sunk his face into the hollow of Gin’s shoulder.  He mumbled something.

“What’s that?”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now, Gintoki!” he yelled into bare skin.

“Can do.”  He thrust, and Zura slid on him, and there was a delicious gasp, and there was nothing in this world anymore but him and Zura and a few feet of wall that supported him.  He fucked hard and deep, a pace that might have been to much for a woman, but Zura rose and fell against him in perfect synchronicity.  He hissed out words like a chant, “You’re perfect, Zura, God, I’m almost there already, you’re so tight, so perfect, you’re doing so well, just like that, keep going-”

Zura’s arms were clamped on his shoulders but kept his legs loose enough to give Gin room to move.  His voice was high, and loud, verging on sobs as he swore, begged and gasped against the pleasure. It was too much, it was too good, there wasn’t a lot he could do that wouldn’t risk dropping the other man but he managed to wind his fingers around Zura’s cock to stroke him off.  Hopefully it wouldn’t be long, he couldn’t last much longer like this, but then he heard a choked sob and felt Zura release into his hand as his body clenched involuntarily around Gin.  That was it, he buried deep and released his seed and fell slowly to his knees, spent in every sense of the term.  Zura was in his lap now, still twitching and gasping and making the most delightful noises, riding off the afterglow, and more than anything Gin wished they had a nice futon so they could just get comfortable.  He buried his face in Zura’s long hair and sighed.  “Was it good for you?”

“Give me a minute.”  Zura mumbled.  

“Better than a blow job?”

“Would you shut up?”  Zura spat.  “I’m trying to make a memory.  You’ll be leaving soon, won’t you?”

Gin sighed into Zura’s shoulder.  “I shouldn’t be in this world.  I’m here to help.  I don’t know what will happen when I find what I’m looking for.”

“I… see.”  Zura said quietly.

Gin sighed again.  “I’m not the Gin of your world, I don’t know him.  I don’t know what he was thinking when he went to you that night before he left.  But I know me, and I know you, and I know it wasn’t just some convenient hole that beckoned to him.  It was you, Zura, it was all you.”

There was a long pause, and then Zura slid off his cock.  “I see.  Thank you.”

“Are you going to be okay?”  Gin asked with genuine sincerity.  “Do I need to carry you somewhere?”

“I’ll be fine.”  Zura answered.  He pulled his hair back and Gin noticed that his bandage had drooped, and there was a considerable scar on his bad eyelid.  

“They really did a number on you.”  He reached out and stroked the scar gently with his thumb.

“I’ve had worse.”  Zura replied simply.  He stood on unsteady legs and began to straighten his clothes.

“Oi, Zura, are you okay?”  Gin asked.  “Give yourself some time.”

“I’ve been fucked up the ass before, Gintoki.  I’ll be fine.”

“But are you really?”

“I promise.”  He stretched his back and smiled down at Gin.  “I’m glad I followed you.”  He pulled something off the wall and stuck it to Gin’s forehead.  “Let’s see if your penis man disguise still works.”

“I’m really just a huge penis, then?”

“Yep.”  Katsura smiled.  “It’s awful.  You should find a mirror or something.”

“No wonder Kagura treated me like that.”

“Leader is Leader.  She does what she wants.”  Zura offered.  “You should go to them.  They’ve missed you terribly.  Everyone has.” His voice wavered slightly.  “You mean a lot to so many people, Gintoki.  Never forget that.”

Gin finally stood up, zipping his pants closed and adjusting his kimono so it looked a little less like he’d been getting busy in an alleyway.  It was bad enough he was making the kids walk around with a giant penis, he didn’t need them knowing the disgusting thing was having sex.  “Hey, Zura?  One more kiss?”

“You’re a dick.”  Zura was carding his long hair back into place.

Gin grabbed him by the hip.  “Then close your eyes and make a memory, eh?”  He wouldn’t, not if Zura didn’t want to, but after a hesitant second Zura closed his eye and tipped up his head.  Despite everything, Gin felt his mouth go a little dry.  Romantic wasn’t his thing, but for Zura…  he dipped his head down and awkwardly pressed his lips to the other man’s.  Not rough like earlier, none of the frenzied passion, just affection.  Zura whimpered softly, leaning into him.  His hands left Zura’s hips and raised to cup his face.  Zura’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.  They’d just finished having sex, but Gin felt his heart churn in a different way, that confusing, lost way he’d always felt back in the day.  It wasn’t so bad after all.  Their lips parted.

“Gintoki…” Zura sighed, long and shaky.  “Thank you.”  he finally said again.

“Stop thanking me.  It’s not something I’m doing because I owe you.”  Zura had his back turned again, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears again.  “Hey, Zura,” Gin said lightly.  “If your Gin is still in this world and I find him, I’ll kick his ass for breaking your heart.  Send him back to you to patch him up.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Zura turned back, a sad smile on his lips.  “Yeah, I’d like that.”  Gin hesitated.  “Go.  You have things you need to do, Gintoki.  I’ll be on standby if you need me.”  he paused.  “I’m no general.  I have no troops, no honor or bushido.  But for all I’ve lost, I missed being your Zura most.”  The smile on his lips was heavenly.

Gin gritted his teeth.  “I’ll be seeing you then, Zura.”  He realized as he was saying it that it probably wasn’t true, but Zura didn’t call him out on it.  He wouldn’t.  With one last look, Gin ran down the alleyway.  There were still things he needed to do.

—

A lot went through Gin’s head when he met himself, broken and covered in strange runes.  But even as he learned about the dark secrets of this ruined world, he couldn’t help himself.  “You broke Zura’s heart.”  he said accusingly.  “I said I’d bring him back to you.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re used to lying to Zura.” the other Gin said.

Gin felt the anger in his throat.  “What were you thinking?  You know how he is.  Why would you-”

“Why would you?”  the other Gin countered.  “I can smell him on you.  You used him too, didn’t you?  You’re leaving him.  You’re no different than me.”

Gin snarled.  “Tell me he was convenient.  Go ahead, tell me he was available.  You wanted one last hurrah before you lost control of your dick.  Tell me he didn’t mean anything.  I’ll kill you again, you ugly bastard.”

The other Gin sighed.  “What do you think?  Why did we ever go to Zura?  Because he was Zura, and we were Gin-san, and there was something there we couldn’t ignore.  He wasn’t a convenience.  I don’t know what he was, any more than you do.”  He coughed up more blood.  “He’ll be okay.  He’s strong.”

Gin wavered.  “He wasn’t supposed to be strong.  We were supposed to be there to support him.”  He had a thousand things to say, about Zura and whether or not he’d be okay in this dead world, but the other Gin’s words had struck him, and he felt filthy.  He’d used Zura again.

The other Gin smiled weakly.  “You’re about to break his heart again.  Go on, hero, save the day.”

Gin swore and ran off to the roof.  His cowardice followed him.

—

The world was normal again, like nothing had ever happened.  The Yorozuya was doing well, and things were going perfectly.

“Hey, Zura.”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura.”

“Yeah, I know.”  Gin smiled.  He’s missed the retort.  “Listen, if you want to get with the ramen shop girl, I’ll do anything in my power to help.”

Zura blushed fiercely.  “Don’t be obscene, Gintoki!  I’ve told you, it’s not about her, it’s about the soba!”

“Yeah, yeah.  Sure.”  Gin chuckled.  “But listen, you’re selling yourself short.  You’ve got a lot to offer.  Stop worrying about whether or not you’re good enough.”

“You’re disgusting.  Don’t talk to me.”  Zura huffed, pulling his straw hat down to cover the blush.

Gin watched him for a second.  “Hey, Zura?”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura.”

“Sure, sure.”  Gin laughed again.  “Before that, can we talk?”

“I told you not to talk to me.”  Zura huffed.

“Not about that.  About the old days.”

Zura glanced at him.  “How unusual for you, Gintoki.  Did something happen?”

“No, nothing like that.  It’s just, there’s some things that I think should have been addressed a long time ago.”

Zura pulled back.  “What happened, Gintoki?  This isn’t like you.”

“Yeah, I know.  Gin-san’s trying something different.  The kids will be staying at Shinpachi’s house for the night, you can come over any time.  A few drinks, a little chat.  Nothing’s changing, I promise.”

For a second, Gin swore the blush was back.  Zura averted his eyes.  “You know I don’t drink.”

“Yeah, I know.  I’ll do the drinking.  You just be there.”  Not too much drinking, whatever happened, he wanted to be present for it.  He had to be.

Zura stared at him, judging his actions.  Finally he spoke again.  “Tonight, then, Gintoki.  I’ll be there.”

“Good man, Zura.”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura.”

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

my pretty boy - kotarou bokuto

kotarou bokuto x nb!reader

summary: after coming home from work one day, you accidentally discover a new favorite pet name.

warnings: none

word count: 581

notes: this is PURELY self indulgent and based on a tiktok i saw where this nb person wanted their boyfriend to call them pretty boy and i heavily related to that, which spawned this so i hope u enjoy :D

(n/n - your nickname)

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“i’m home, kotarou!” you called out, dropping your bags and slumping against the door. the combination of last nights lack of sleep and the overtime you just returned from working proved to be a recipe for exhaustion. quite literally the only thing that got you through the day was the thought of seeing the man that just poked his head out from around the corner, bounding over to see you.

“you look so tired, n/n, did they work you too hard?” bokuto pulled you into his arms in a comforting embrace you desperately needed. after pulling away, he held your face in his hands. “d’ya wanna kiss, pretty boy?”

the moment his words sunk in, your eyes went as wide as saucers. a giddy feeling filled your chest, what was it? embarrassment? no, that didn’t seem right; this feeling was far too positive to be embarrassment. why did two simple words conjure up such a complex yet gratifying emotion?

“w-what did you call me?” you uttered, your cheeks surely burning a flaming shade of red.

“what, ‘n/n’? i always call you that,” bokuto murmured, brows furrowed in confusion. “o-oh, you mean the other thing! it just kinda slipped out, i’m sorry, i won’t call you that anymore if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s-”

“no!” you blurted out, cutting him off. “it’s fine, you can keep saying it, i kinda liked it.”

although your voice trailed off towards the end of your sentence, bokuto still heard your words, but he wanted to toy with you a bit more.

“what was that? speak up, pretty boy, i can’t hear you,” he grinned wolfishly.

you blushed profusely before looking down at the ground and repeating yourself, still in a lower tone. “i said you can keep using it, i kinda like it.”

“say that again, pretty boy? i missed it,” he smiled ear to ear.

“oh shut up you heard me!” you fumed, face burning but this time out of annoyance rather than nerves.

“you’re absolutely right; i heard you loud and clear, pretty boy,” he spoke smugly, earning a dramatic groan from you. “fine, i’ll stop.”

filled with curiosity, bokuto ceased his teasing to ask a genuine question. “if you don’t mind me asking, why is it okay for me to call you that if it’s not a gender neutral term?”

you didn’t answer immediately; you had wondered the same thing yourself. when you had discovered your gender identity, you had felt uncomfortable with being referred to with both male and female pronouns, so why was it okay for your boyfriend to call you a boy? “i’m not really sure, to be honest. it just… felt nice? i don’t think i’m a guy, but i like being referred to like that sometimes.”

after a beat of silence, you were quick to jump in, lest your words be misinterpreted. “i-if that makes sense. it probably doesn’t, it’s weird, you don’t have to call me tha-”

“hey!” a finger met your lips before you could continue speaking. “you don’t have to explain yourself to me. whatever you’re comfortable with is fine by me, especially if it gets this much of a reaction out of you; you’re so cute when you blush like that!”

you groaned, cupping your face in your palms. what have i done?

planting a quick kiss on your lips, bokuto was off to the kitchen, turning over his shoulder to call out, “by the way, dinner’s just about ready, pretty boy!”

“bokuto!”

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i’m trying to get more exposure so i’m tagging ppl that have interacted w my last haikyuu post but u can feel free to ask me to either add or remove u from my taglist!! i feel so bad every time i do this i feel so annoying ugh

tags: @asahipoopoo @elysianslove @lucieel @deadmansdoctor @mage-moon @aoi-turtle @hohoshiumi @mysterystarz @astranger83 @lexi-toquero​ @aestosia​

not working: @akaashis-keiji @bloodydestiney 

[woahajimes]

Haikyuu fic favourites (ongoing)

I saw everyone and their fic recs so i just HAD to make my own. On the link below you will find 160+ haikyuu fics, which u can sort by ship, word count, author, or title. They also have color tags which I will explain in just a sec because they're applied in the sheet and I don't label anything.

ENJOY <3

[wttcsms]

taking inspiration from the recent tiktok trend where people describe couple pairings that are ‘bound to fall in love’, i decided to create a list of 10 of my favorite pairing tropes that i think are bound to fall for each other! the kicker was: i assigned each duo a number + y’all picked a character for the pairing. here are the results! <3

links will be updated as i complete the fics; however, please keep in mind while these may be plot heavy, there is a high chance there’s going to be smut!! read all content warnings before proceeding.

your roots in my dreamland — megumi fushiguro x f!reader

the princess & the knight. as the darling princess and only daughter of the king, a love marriage is out of the question for you. a marriage for you is nothing more than a strategic alliance, and hardly anyone can blame you for trying to run away from the castle the moment you heard that your father has struck a deal and accepted an engagement to a man you have never even met on your behalf. this crown prince rules a kingdom so far away, it’ll take a solid two months minimum to make the journey there. to ensure that you do not escape, your father assigns a knight to escort you the whole way there; partly to keep you safe but mainly to keep you in check. not just any knight will do; he assigns sir megumi fushiguro, the one who landed on the doorsteps of the castle as a young orphaned boy with no traceable family history. dreading this marriage to an unknown man, you’ll do anything in your power to slow down this journey, even if it means starting an all out war with this young knight, who must be someone special if your father trusts him to be your escort. but the longer you’re stuck in the same carriage with him, exploring all these different lands together, you realize that it’s not marriage you’re wholeheartedly opposed to. in fact, marriage with the right person doesn’t seem so disagreeable if it’s with a certain someone...

you’d be like heaven to touch — keigo takami x f!reader

the serious, smart girl & the infamous frat boy. you’ve got it all figured out. you have folders in your laptop detailing your one year, five year, ten year, and even fifteen year plan. you email your professors in advance asking for the syllabus because you can’t handle not having everything neatly organized and color-coded in your physical planner, notion, and excel spreadsheet. you’re the president of your honor society, vp of two other student organizations, treasurer for the student government association, and no one even wants to bother to ask you to go into detail about your volunteer work or internships. you’re focused, you’re driven, and you refuse to get distracted. not when you’re so close to graduating (summa cum laude, obviously). but something doesn’t quite go as planned. ever so meticulous you has never once anticipated that frat president keigo takami would point at you in the campus starbucks and say “there’s my girlfriend right there!” just a quick recap in case you missed it: you’re an accomplished student who has little to no social life thus far. you are certainly not the king of all frat boys’ girlfriend. but apparently, out of desperation to be left alone, keigo decides to tell a girl pursuing him that he has a girlfriend, and you happened to be the poor victim to his spontaneity. you don’t want to go through with it; you’ve got enough on your plate already, and adding fake girlfriend isn’t something to add to your resume. but keigo has some really close connections at a firm you’re looking to work for after graduation, and listen, you can’t deny that this opportunity to network isn’t amazing. besides, sometimes the things you don’t plan for can turn out pretty good in your favor... right?

you save me like this every time — rintarou suna x f!reader

the nurse & the vigilante. you and suna take turns playing hero. or, more accurately, there’s a masked, morally grey “hero” roaming the streets and no one knows their identity. you’re a fresh-out-of-college nurse working shitty hours and with the rise in crime, there’s a rise in patients. the last thing you want to come home to (home being your apartment that is pitifully comparable to that of a shoebox) is more work, but when there’s a guy in a mask currently bleeding out all over your brand new white rug, you find it terribly inconvenient that you took an oath to try to save all lives. 

i don’t want my heart in your hands — kenjirou shirabu x f!reader

the sweet student & the grumpy teacher’s assistant. there’s nothing you wouldn't do to help out others. it’s the whole reason why you’re even in your first year of med school; you’re passionate about your pursuit of helping people and saving lives. but being too eager to help can do more harm than good, especially to yourself. for example, you might be taking a hard class that’s being taught by a notoriously difficult TA who is brutal in grading and probably a narcissist. he might also like to quote the student handbook and explain various times that group chats about the class can be classified as an academic violation. and he might even have screenshots that show you sharing notes and study guides in said group chats. he’s threatening to report you, and you’re getting desperate to not get kicked out of the program. there’s nothing that you can offer him, though. that is, until you happen to hear of his little predicament: his ex-girlfriend (who would even date him in the first place?) sent him a wedding invite; mainly to boast about how well she’s doing and how single and miserable he is. if shirabu is anything, it’s definitely prideful. he can’t decline her invite and let her win, but he can’t show up and admit defeat by being alone. his ego won’t allow him to be embarrassed like that. so, for a weekend, you are shirabu’s totally sweet and lovable girlfriend that absolutely adores him, and shirabu conveniently loses all the screenshots he claims are an academic violation. it’s a good deal. until his ex transfers to your university, and this act might have to go on longer than either of you planned for.

two weeks notice — shouto todoroki x f!reader

the secretary & the ceo. loyal, hardworking, and incredibly intelligent, you’re the secretary for the youngest todoroki son. newly elected as the ceo of his family’s business, shouto has a lot on his plate, and unluckily enough for him, you’re about to add to that when you turn in your two weeks notice. you’ve been with him ever since you were fresh out of college and he was just the little heir fighting for his life in the boardroom. he doesn’t want to see you go, but he understands why you’re leaving, which is why he wants you to accompany him on one last business trip. it’s a short three day long trip, but when his personal security detail inform him that it’s unsafe for him to travel back home safely, the two of you are trapped in a luxury vacation island together for at least a month minimum. and like any good businessman, shouto sees an opportunity in the worst situation; namely, he’s still got a chance to convince you to stay with him.

it’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender — koutarou bokuto x f!reader 

the schoolteacher & the firefighter. so, quick life update: your apartment has now been reduced to a pile of ashes and burnt rubble (read: you’re now homeless!); you’re currently living on a meager teacher’s salary because you, for some odd reason, decided to be a good person and wanted to positively influence the next generation (it never pays to be a good person); and your high school boyfriend (and first love... and the love you never really got over, but listen, it’s a work in progress — don’t question why it’s been a work in progress for the past 6 years and counting) is suddenly everywhere you go. the hot firefighter that saved you from your burning apartment? it’s bokuto. the person who’s kind enough to let you stay at their place literally for free until you can find a place of your own? also bokuto. the ex-boyfriend/high school sweetheart/first love you just can’t seem to shake? of course it’s bokuto. you’re just scared that it’s always going to be bokuto. and maybe for him, it’s always going to be you.

savior complex — tetsurou kuroo x f!reader

the next door neighbors. one minute, you’re living the absolute fucking teenage dream, driving to different parties in your custom wrapped, pink porsche (paid for by your father, of course), and the next thing you know, you’re suddenly making headlines as the infamous business mogul’s daughter/young heiress has a wild night out! first off, the photos taken from that night were at a hideously awful angle and everyone there is lucky that you’re too busy having the worst time of your life; otherwise, they would’ve been sent straight to court for having the audacity to release photos of you looking like that. most importantly, though, is that daddy dearest is not too happy with how you’re “ruining the family name”. (because the name is more important than the actual family). so, what does he do? he readjusts the terms of your trust fund — the funds that you were supposed to have access to the moment you turned twenty-one (a date that’s happening in just six more months!), and he calls you into his office to go over the new terms. one: you need to learn to provide for yourself and learn some humility, so it’s time you get — you almost gag every time you have to say the word — a job. two: you have to enroll in college. and three: no more making headlines that will ruin the family’s reputation. if you get a job, graduate from college, and stay on your bestest behavior, you finally receive your fortune that you swear is your birthright. the only problem is that you hate your new job (marketing for japan’s volleyball association — you only got here thanks to dear old dad), you hate your classes, and you might fail at the third condition your father set up because you’re about to go on a murderous rampage. your first victim? tetsurou fucking kuroo. the two of you get off on the worst foot possible, but you find some solace in knowing that just because he’s unavoidable at work, you at least will have some much needed time away from him when you make it to your apartment (the one your dad is forcing you to pay rent for). except, you get locked out of your own apartment, and who is there to witness your meltdown? kuroo. what a way to meet your new neighbor!

halfway happy — tooru oikawa x f!reader

the publicist & the celebrity. behind every charming celebrity is a team that has meticulously orchestrated their every move. for tooru oikawa, his team is spearheaded by none other than you: tokyo’s youngest and brightest publicist, ready to ensure that all news is good news when it’s his name leading the headlines. when fans start pointing out that it’s weird how every relationship he’s been in has failed and that all his exes are either engaged, married, or happily dating someone else for a long period, people are starting to tarnish the golden image you’ve spent years crafting. you know oikawa better than most, but his love life is something he’s never been open about, and you’ve never wanted to cross that line. when rumors about his relationships and supposed commitment issues start gaining actual harmful traction, you know you need to do something to fix this. tooru swears it’s because he’s never found the right time to find “the one”, and as his trusted publicist, you decide to intervene, do damage control, and kill two birds with one stone. you’ll find the perfect dream girl for oikawa, fabricate their relationship just the slightest so they always look happy and in love in the photos, push the narrative that oikawa has always wanted to settle down and has now found the right person for him. he saves his reputation, and you help him find his soulmate. the only issue? he’s pretty sure the person trying to save his reputation is his soulmate.

no more keepin’ score (now i just keep you warm) — kiyoomi sakusa x f!reader

the maneater & the womanizer.  you’re named one of japan’s most beautiful models in the country. he’s one of the hottest bachelors and professional athletes in the country. the two of you together has the potential to be one of the most iconic pairings in all of japan’s pop culture history. the only issue? both of you are too prideful, stubborn, and maybe even a little scared to admit attraction to each other. alternatively: eleven times you and sakusa miss the opportunity to be together, and the one time you two finally let the tension snap. 

like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me — wakatoshi ushijima x f!reader

the underground fighter & the ring girl. it’s bloodier. the rules are looser. the bets are higher. the fighters more unhinged, and the girls holding the cards in the ring are always a sight for sore (and bloody and bruised) eyes. the underground fighting scene in japan is less of a secret and more of a ludicrous business and the best source of entertainment. the fighters here are far more famous than the actual professional boxers, and the money to be made is insane. after an accident in the ring, wakatoshi “the powerhouse” ushijima, is forced to hang up his boxing gloves and step away from the professional sport. he’s still got a lot of fight left in him, and he finds himself turning to underground fighting, quickly rising through the ranks and making a name for himself as one of the most ruthless, formidable opponents in the game. you’re just the unfortunate girl struggling to make ends meet, but when you’re recruited to be one of the ring girls, you can’t walk away from the paycheck they’re promising you. ushijima is known for his steely demeanor; he’s less than human and more monster — at least, he is according to everyone who frequents these fights. he’s never been the type to get distracted, always laser focused on one thing and one thing only: winning the next fight. but the ring girl grimacing in the corner as he knocks out his opponent breaks that strict focus just the slightest. he can't afford any distractions, but you just might be his toughest opponent yet.

[crackheadintheclouds]

Haikyuu!!- Bokuto Textfic [Part 1]

•[Unknown send you 3 messages]•

Unknown:

Hey hey hey Akaashi! 

Congratulations on new number 🥳

Not going to treat your Bokuto-san? ;) 

[Unknown saved to contact as Bokuto]

You:

I'm not Akaashi-san sorry

Bokuto:

Hah! Don't make an excuse! 

You have to treat me 🍝🥗🍱 lunch tomorrow

if don't then I won't spike the ball set by you. 

You:

Srsly I'm not Akaashi!

You have the wrong number Bokuto-san

I'm l/n y/n, a third year studying in your very own class

Bokuto:

I never expected you to play such prank 😳 but you should know your Bokuto-san isn't stupid 🤺

Agree or not, I'm going to need my treat sooner or later :D so be prepared 

You:

BOKUTO-SAN I'M NOT AKAASHI

PLEASE BELIEVE ME YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER 

Bokuto:

Stop it Akaashi (。-`ω-)ｰ  or I will make you treat the whole team as a punishment 

You:

I-

I feel bad for Akaashi-san *sniffs*

Bokuto:

Hahaha 🤡 u deserve it for pranking me 

You:

You know what, I give up

Please stop messaging me or I'll have no choice but to block you 

Bokuto:

ὸ.ό becoming bolder day by day huh?

Don't you dare or I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow (๑•̀д•́๑) 

You:

How?

Bokuto:

I won't talk with you for the rest of the day

You:

You don't talk with me any ways so it's fine with me >:D

Bokuto:

😣 Akaashi what happened to you. Is this how you treat your senpai now? 

You:

*Inhales* 

 (○｀д´)ﾉｼSTOP! 

How many times do I have to say I'm not him?

If you don't believe me, why don't you just meet him and see it for yourself that this isn't him? 

Bokuto:

Really? Istg if this is a joke ill take my revenge >:) 

You:

Yeah take it glady. I hope you'll be surprised.

Bokuto:

I'm on my way to your house right now. 

You better be prepared >:) 

You:

No need coz I'm not him anyway.

Bye bye :D

Happy realization

A Few Minutes Later 

[Spongebob voice insert]

Bokuto:

OMG EBWVWGSVGS YOU'RE NOT AKAASHI??????????

I WAS LITERALLY TALKING WITH A STRANGER AHAVECSGSV 

NO WAIT

I WAS LITERALLY TEXTING A GIRL OMFGWCSFGWCG

You:

Yup lol, finally u realized

But technically I'm not a stranger since I'm your batchmate but still nevermind

Bokuto:

AVWCWTCHHWG

IM SORRY FOR THOSE THREATS THAT I THREW YOUR WAY 

You:

Its fine lol no need for sorry we're classmates after all

Bokuto:

No no Akaashi-san told me to apologize ;-;  and I feel guilty too 

You:

Is that so? Btw I'm sorry too I was a bit rude

(　；∀；)

Bokuto:

No I don't feel well. Allow me to make it up to you y/n-san. I'll treat you lunch 😤 tomorrow 

You:

OMG NO ISTG I'M FINE

NO NEED TO DO THAT PLEASE

Bokuto:

Shut up. Akaashi-san says I need to do it to have a clear conscience

You:

Do you do everything Akaashi-san tells you to do?

Bokuto:

Well yeah Akaashi-san is awesome 🤩🥰 my favorite junior and a talented setter. We're technically best friends. 

You:

Yeah I can see that 😄 how you literally dropped at his home at 12 am ☠️💀 speaks volumes of your friendship. It's kinda sweet :) thou

Bokuto:

YES 🤩🥰😄

Now tell me what do u want to eat tmrw :) what's your favorite food? Sweet or savory? I heard there's a famous bakery near school who sells delicious cream rolls and oh! I also heard a new ice cream shop, we can check it out. 

You:

Bokuto-san seriously there's no need for this 😅 I'm totally fine with the cafeteria food please 🛐 don't waste your money for my sake

Bokuto:

No y/n I'll take you tmrw,,,,,consider it as my treat for troubling you.If you don't accept, I'll be offended😤

You:

......... 

I guess I don't have a choice, do I? 

Bokuto:

No >;) 

You:

Fine then but I won't accept something expensive 👀

Bokuto:

Yay :D ill be waiting for u after class -,-

You:

I hope your fangirls don't kill me for this >:)

Bokuto:

WAIT WHAT I HAVE FANGIRLS?

😱

You:

Well 😀 what do u expect? You're an ace afterall.

Top five spikers in Japan so obviously u have fangirls

Bokuto:

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS 

Let me just show this to Akaashi-san real quick 🏃💨

You:

Well Igtg before my mom spots I'm still awake and stabs me with a knife so I can sleep 😀

Gud night

Bokuto:

But we barely started talking 🥺and you're already leaving? 

You:

It's past 12 am ☠️ what do you expect me to stay awake all night? Also we're going to meet tomorrow anyways so you better get some sleep too athletic guy >:)

Good night

Bokuto:

 Ohk Finee!!!!

See you tomorrow <33333

good night 

Sweet dreams ;D

[Bokuto saved you as L/N Y/N] 

[haikyuudescendants]

let it snow 🌨️

[ticklygiggles]

IVE BEEN WAITING TO SEND A REQUEST YAYYYYY i NEED more lee akaashi, lers could be kuroo and bokuto but it could be anyone really. the prompt/sentence is “looks like we have a winner”. if youre comfortable and okay with it, could it maybe perhaps be n$fw? it’s okay if it isnt! :)

This is a n$fw piece

*screams* I hope this meets your expectations! (also I'm sorry I was too lazy to beta read this dkdkxkc)

"Looks like we have a winner," Kuroo grinned, looking at Bokuto who had his eyes glued to the dice laying on Akaashi's stomach, showing six dots.

"N-No m-mohore, plehease," Akaashi gulped, his body twitching slightly; arms and legs getting sore after pulling at the bondage on his wrists and ankles for so long.

"That's not fair," Bokuto whined, ignoring Akaashi's pleas as he took the dice into his hand, it was a bit wet due to sweat and semen on Akaashi's stomach. "Again!"

"No," Kuroo said, crossing his arms. "We said that whoever got the highest number would tickle Akaashi there. I won, there is no going back."

This time both Akaashi and Bokuto let out a whine, (well, in Akaashi's case it was more like a whimper), for different reasons. Akaashi was at his limit, he had been tickled for who knows how long and he had already lost count of how many times he has come under the attention of his lovers.

They knew Akaashi wouldn't hold out any longer, so they had decided to bet Akaashi's most ticklish spot for last. The winner could tickle him there until he got tired, or until Akaashi said his safe word, whichever came first.

He was tired, but excitement was pooling under his bellybutton again as he saw his lovers moving again. Kuroo positioned himself between Akaashi's legs, Bokuto straddling his waist.

Bokuto blocking his sight made Akaashi gasp, "L-Let me see, B-Bokuto-san, please!" He begged, but a shiver ran down his spine when Bokuto smirked down at him.

"You don't need to see, Keiji," he said, tensing his legs against Akaashi's body to keep him in place, Akaashi whimpered again. "We'll have lots of fun up here."

"N-No, please, I- ngh! Bo-kuto-san! N-No more, ah!"

Ah, his poor nipples. They were so swollen already, but pleasure ran through his body when he felt Bokuto's fingers flicking them. It hurt, but at the same time it felt good. His thumbs rubbing up and down against them, then his forefingers and thumbs twirling them, pinching them, squeezing them-

"KotarousanI'mgonna- aaahnn!"

Honestly, how many times have they been? Akaashi reached his peak again and he felt like he would've passed out if he didn't faintly hear Bokuto squeaking.

"Kotarou," Kuroo nagged, pinching his waist again. "Why did you do that?"

Bokuto grinned, "I'm sorry, I was just playing a bit, it seems that Keiji is too sensitive right now."

Akaashi gulped, tears, saliva, snot and sweat covering his face, he looked so wonderfully messed up. He was too busy to notice the effect he had on his lovers, both of them staring at him with lust.

Kuroo sighed, feeling a shiver run down his spine. Well, it doesn't matter. I think that's better, right Keiji?"

Akaashi could barely register Kuroo's words, but Bokuto's giggle made him react. He gasped and pulled at his bonds.

"No! Nononono, please don't do it! I just cum- KUROO-SAN!"

Akaashi screamed before falling into loud, hysterical laughter. Kuroo had started pinching at his hips in that way he knew it drove Akaashi nuts: quick nibble pinching followed by deep rubs with his thumbs.

Akaashi was going insane. He could talk between his laughter, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, but be could feel arousal rushing him again.

"Look at him, Bo," Kuroo said, chin resting on Bokuto's shoulder, smirking at his hysterical lover. "He looks like a little slut right now. A beautiful tickle slut."

Akaashi was able to moan between all that mess of laughter and shrieks.

"Did you hear that?" Bokuto asked, his fingers finding Akaashi's swollen and hypersensitive nipples again. "He likes to be reminded about how slutty he is. Look how good he's feeling while you tickle him and I play with his nipples."

"ANGH! PLEHEHEASE! NO MOHOHORE!"

"No more he says, but I assure you, Bo, his hips keep grinding against my hands, does he want me to tickle him more?"

Akaashi shook his head. It was too much! His nerves were on edge, even the feel of Bokuto's legs against his sides was driving him crazy. Tickling his hips was causing his brain to shut down and Bokuto playing with his nipples was making him see stars.

He couldn't cum anymore. He just couldn't, he had cum so many times already. He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't.

"AHAHAHAHA! STAHAHA-ANNGH!"

"There we go."

Akaashi heard Bokuto saying as he reached his climax one more time. Kuroo tickled him through his orgasm and Akaashi was sure he would die at any second, but then all attention stopped and he was left to enjoy the intense aftershocks of his peak.

Was he going to pass out?

"Look at our little slut," Kuroo said. "He keeps saying he can't take anymore, but he keeps cumming and cumming and, did you hear him use his safe word?"

Bokuto chuckled, "he certainly didn't."

Akaashi breathed heavily. He was twitching all over, wet, hot, sensitive. He needed a break.

"Hmm~," Kuroo purred and Akaashi looked at him through half closed eyes. "Since Keiji here is so tired at the moment, why don't we give him a nice show, Kotarou?"

Bokuto let out a surprised moan when Kuroo nibbled at his earlobe, his wet hands going around him, one of them finding one of his nipples, the other shoving into Bokuto's mouth.

"Look, Keiji, look how hard Kotarou got just by tasting you."

Akaashi, feeling dizzy with overwhelming pleasure, felt his cock waking up again at the sight of his lovers intimacy. Bokuto was rock hard by now, his face flushed. He looked so lewd, Akaashi smiled.

The night was just beginning.

[hotvinimon]

Water Cooler

A/N : Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;)

Bokuto Kotaro x female reader

Warnings - English is my second language, showy bra

"Break time – the ultimate escape from the chaos of daily life. Recess had just ended, and Y/n had a brilliant idea: refill her water bottle. She strutted over to the water cooler, ready for a refreshing sip, and lo and behold, she spotted Bokuto, the self-proclaimed Aquaman, filling bottles like he was on a mission to hydrate the entire Sahara.

"Hey there, Bokuto-kun, how's the water-filling Olympics going?" Y/n greeted him.

Bokuto, looking like he had just discovered a hidden water treasure, replied, "Oh, hey, Y/n-chan! I'm on a roll! And you?"

"I'm good. But are you planning to audition for 'Water Cooler Gladiator' anytime soon?" Y/n quipped.

"Eh? No, these bottles are for the team, not for my secret water kingdom," Bokuto assured her. "Why are you here, though?"

"I just came to rescue my dehydrated water bottle," Y/n explained.

Just as Y/n turned on the tap to quench her bottle's thirst, disaster struck. The tap handle decided it was time for a vacation, causing water to erupt like Old Faithful. Y/n tried to wrestle the gushing water with both hands, but it was like trying to tame a wild hose.

Bokuto, sensing the water crisis, swooped in like a superhero. They joined forces, and after a heroic struggle, they managed to defeat the watery beast. But alas, Y/n was now as soaked as a sponge in a water balloon fight. She began shivering, and her slightly pink bra made an unexpected guest appearance in Bokuto's view. He reacted like a startled flamingo and turned his head away faster than a ninja in stealth mode.

"Thanks a million, Bokuto-Kun. Why the sudden shyness?" Y/n asked. Bokuto remained silent but pointed discreetly at her chest without turning his head. Y/n followed the gesture and instantly turned as red as a tomato in a sauna. She quickly crossed her arms, shielding her modesty.

"Now what in the H2O am I supposed to do? I didn't pack my emergency 'Dry Me Instantly' kit," Y/n lamented.

Bokuto, thinking on his feet, declared, "Fear not! Follow me." He ushered Y/n into the MSBY locker room like a chivalrous knight and embarked on a quest for a spare shirt.

"Will this work?" Bokuto presented an extra jersey of his. Y/n, not one to ponder life's mysteries for long, snatched the shirt with the swiftness of a squirrel nabbing an acorn and disappeared into the changing room. She emerged sporting her new attire.

Bokuto's eyes widened as he beheld her transformation. A blush blossomed on his cheeks, making him look like a confused tomato in a farmer's market.

"Do I pass inspection?" Y/n asked, striking a pose.

"You look more beautiful than a shooting star," Bokuto blurted out.

Both of them turned a shade of red that would put a ripe apple to shame.

"Um… Thank you, Bokuto-Kun."

"Call me Kotaro."

"Thanks, Kotaro."

"It's all good."

Later that day, as you strolled through the MSBY office corridor, Hinata whispered to Atsumu, "I've been saying it all along – those two are definitely a thing."

Atsumu commented, "I thought they were just friends."

Hinata quipped, "Tsumu, friends don't usually ogle each other. "

(Requests are open)

[bananaminbaby]

Bokuto would give the best hugs. The kind that envelopes your body, warms you up. He'll squeeze you just right so that you can nuzzle into his chest. He might pick you up a little bit if he's excited about something. You reckon why his hugs are always so nice is because of his thick arms, they're heavy, it grounds you to him, it easily circles around you, possiblity of escaping: zero. But, the best kind of hug that he'll give is the one where he sways you from side to side slightly while still in between his arms. The movement lulls you, calms you and takes away your concerns.

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