#putting his hands on Kou’s shoulders

[minamotosousuke]

Kou is probably the most tense character in the whole series…

[whisperofwonder]

Domesticity (Evening Edition)

―Just some small, random evening moments.

Featuring: Bokuto Koutarou, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akaashi Keiji x reader

Note: you have a daughter in Sakusa's

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

You skim the shelf for a few moments, then reach for a familiar looking package. It seems like every time you shop, there are more new varieties. It makes it difficult to keep track. "These are the ones you liked, right?" You ask, giving the box of protein bars a slight shake. There's no answer.

"Kou?" You look around, but your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. You bite back a sigh and toss the box in the cart anyway. If he can't stick around long enough to choose, he'll get what he gets. Pushing the cart along, you glance down the next few aisles. There's still no sign of him. Where would he have even wandered off to?

Just as you reach for your phone to send him a text, you feel a hand come to rest on the small of your back, and Koutarou is leaning around you to deposit something in the cart.

"Where did you go?" You ask with a frown as he sneaks his arms around you, slipping his hands into the front pocket of your oversized Jackals hoodie. "Koutarou," You add sternly as you can feel the warm press of his hands through the soft material. "We're in public."

Despite your warning, he doesn't make any move to pull away. "Just went to grab some apples," He says, hanging his chin over your shoulder. "You said this morning that we needed more, and I realized we were already past the produce, so I went back to get some."

You should really stand your ground and pull away, but you can't help it. There's no one around you to see the sudden closeness, and he was right about the apples. The warm press of his chest against your back is familiar and reassuring.

"Thanks for remembering," You say softly instead, reaching up to rest your hand on his cheek for a few moments.

"'Course," He nuzzles his other cheek against yours.

"Alright," You finally say, stepping away after savoring the moment for just a little while longer. You can hear the sound of another shopper's cart turning the corner. "Let's finish up so we can get home."

"And cuddle before bed?" He asks hopefully.

You can't help but smile. "I don't see why not."

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

You've just pulled out a onesie and are reaching for a clean diaper when you hear Kiyoomi enter the room behind you. You'd spent the last 15 minutes tidying up your daughter's room while he gave her a bath.

You turn with a smile to greet them, and a snort of laughter sneaks out before you can stop it. Your husband's t-shirt is soaked from the chest up, and there are water droplets slipping from his curls. Your daughter is babbling happily from beneath the hood of her ducky towel, oblivious to the less-than-pleased expression on her father's face.

"Oh, wow. Miyu one, Daddy zero, huh?" You ask, successfully holding back any further laughter.

"I don't think you can win bath time." He hands her over to you and mops a few drops of water from his cheek with the towel he'd slung around his neck. You lay her down and start putting on her diaper.

"Maybe not," You agree with a twitch of your lips, "But from the looks of it, you can certainly lose." He opens his mouth, then closes it with a shake of his head.

"Well, she had fun, anyway." He finally says, the slightest hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Right?" He asks, expression softening as he leans over to give her pudgy cheek a gentle pinch. She grins up at him, showing off her two and a half teeth, and he rests his hand on the top of her still-damp, downy curls.

"You're such a little stinker," He adds in the softest tone, never mind your heart that already feels fit to burst. You snap the last button on the onesie, picking her up and pressing a kiss to her irresistibly soft, freshly-washed cheek. Between the warm bath and the evident fun she'd had playing in it, she's already half asleep.

"Someone's ready for bed," You croon, then turn to him. "Go ahead and get changed. I'll put her down and be right out."

"Okay," He hums, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Goodnight, sweetheart," He murmurs, "I love you so much." He turns his head just enough to give you a tender kiss before he pulls away. "I love you," He adds.

"I love you too," You say softly, taking just a moment to run a hand affectionately through his damp hair before turning to put your daughter to bed.

AKAASHI KEIJI

"My love," you're woken by a soft whisper and the gentle squeeze of a hand on your thigh. "We're home."

Blearily, you turn to see Keiji in the driver's seat, and realize the car is parked in the driveway. That's funny - the last thing you knew, you were just pulling onto the highway. He's looking at you so intently that you almost feel the need to duck your head.

"Sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep," You eke out, rubbing your eyes in an effort to wake yourself up.

"It was a long day," He hums, the hand still resting on your thigh giving it another gentle squeeze. "So let's get inside and get to bed." It doesn't take much more prompting for you to follow him into the house.

You fight the warm sleepiness pulling at you long enough to change into your pajamas and brush your teeth, finally reaching for the covers when Keiji stops you. "Did you wash your face?" He asks, and you groan.

"I'll do it in the morning," You promise, turning down the covers.

"Come on," He says, reaching for your hand and gently guiding you back into the bathroom. "You'll feel better if you do it now. Here," He pats the closed toilet lid, and you obediently sink down onto it as he puts some of your cleanser on a cotton pad. His fingertips tilt your chin upwards, and you let your eyes slide closed as he begins swiping the soft pad across your face.

"Don't fall asleep," You hear him prompt as he works. You manage a hum to assure him that you won't, as relaxing as this is. Finally, you feel the press of lips on your forehead.

"All done," He says, and you open your eyes. The look on his face is so warm and gentle that something bubbles up in your chest.

"Thanks, Keiji," You say, tugging on his t-shirt until his lips meet yours. "Love you," You add against his lips.

"I love you too," He cups your cheek briefly with a soft smile. "Now, weren't you the one who was so eager to get to bed?"

You haven't forgotten. In mere moments, you're snuggled up against his chest under the covers. There's no place else you'd rather be.

[satorisoup]

⌗ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐁𝐎 ! ⁝ ( ᰔ )

— timeskip! koutaro bokuto

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ﾉ fluff. one mention of pregnancy (facepalm). bokuto seems to be a bit forgetful.

𝐖𝐂 ﾉ 833

the blinking bedside lamp reads 7:00am, september 20th. it’s your husbands birthday today, and you’re sure he’d love to sleep in after all of the training he’s been doing. you snuggle closer into the radiant heat beside you, enjoying the morning silence before the events of today, until you’re not.

you’re abruptly interrupted by none other than your husbands loud, rather obnoxious alarm. it dings and shouts, and bokuto moves to slide out of bed with a groan.

perhaps he’s just going to the bathroom.

you wait patiently for his return, until about 15 minutes go by and your hair is swept away from your forehead, a pair of lips replacing it.

“… kou ? ”

bokuto seems almost upset with himself that he had woken you. unbeknownst to him, you had already been awake, lying down in confusion.

“ crap— i’m sorry baby. im off to practice, kay ? ”

your eyes shoot open at that, only for your worries to be answered, bokuto was indeed dressed in his practice uniform, gym bag swung over his shoulder.

“ what ? kou— you don’t have practice. they canceled it for today, didn’t you know ? ”

he reels back, almost distraught with the pout that adorns his face.

“ huh ? why would they cancel practice ?! i was supposed to help shoyo learn my cross-shots ! ”

“ because it’s an important day ! why wouldn’t they do that ? you want to practice today ? ”

“ what’s more important than that ! did i forget an anniversary ?! ”

it hits you at the same time the morning sun rises, your lawfully wedded has forgotten his own birthday. you mentally want to facepalm at bokuto for his forgetfulness, so incredibly eager to practice, but you’re dawned with the humorous fact that this is just so him.

and maybe it wouldn’t hurt to play along for now.

you’re now at the grocery store to buy food and some treats, beer and cake, for the birthday party you had planned at your house tonight. bokuto, the birthday boy in question, strolls beside you absolutely oblivious. maybe by now he’d of caught on.

“ what do we need a cake for ? ”

or maybe not.

you’d already sent a text to everyone invited tonight telling them of your current situation, and all agreed to act completely casual until your husband would eventually come to his senses.

you’re now preparing food, cutting up slices of prosciutto as atsumu pops a grape into his mouth.

“ you married n’ airhead, y’know ”

and yes, you do know, you’re sure of it. bokuto suspected absolutely nothing from the friendly visit of his teammate, and nothing by the arrival of 10 more of his closest friends.

perhaps akaashi’s arrival would make him suspect this is definitely more than just a regular get together, considering akaashi is usually never able to take a break from work for these kinds of things.

there’s a loud slap heard from a hand colliding with akaashi’s back, and bokuto’s bright smile is in view.

“ man, did all of you miss me or what ? ”

or perhaps not.

there’s a gift pile that grows with the more people that show up, and bokuto doesn’t even realize it until it’s practically overloading the table.

“ what’s with all the gifts ? ”

he stands next to you, glancing at it once, twice, before his entire face pales and drops into one of pure shock.

this is it. you’ve got him.

“ oh my god— is this a baby shower ? babe— are you pregnant ?! put that beer down ! ”

after you reveal that you are in fact not pregnant, you can tell that bokuto’s visibly becoming more confused and skeptical. his brow is quirked up into a questioning arch, and his arms are crossed over his puffed chest.

not one single person has cracked into spilling the so called “ secret ”, and you decide that your husband truly doesn’t understand what is going on.

kuroo then sits bokuto down into a chair, holding his shoulder as all of his friends gather around. he’s unable to see you in his linesight, only viewing the many cameras that are now pointing to him.

“ is there something on my face ? ”

and it’s not until you round the corner, holding tightly to a cake with candles and setting it down in front of him, that you let it slip.

“ happy birthday, bo. ”

the cheers that erupt from his friends and the kiss on his cheek from you is all bokuto needs for his face to form into a wide smile, blowing out his candles in a final realization as he bellows in a loud laughter.

“ whoops ! happy birthday to me ! ”

no, you didn’t even have to plan a surprise party, because being married to bokuto koutaro is a surprise in it of itself.

[fuyine]

Prompt: When you try to open the door on your own.

warnings!!! excessive fluff, all characters are aged 18+, timeskips! preferably, please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: kuroo tetsurou, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei x fem!reader (separately)

You dare to put your tiny hands on the car handle around this guy? Oh no, no, no. That was a big mistake.

Before you could fully swing the passenger door open, Tetsu's hand immediately halted you by gripping the door frame behind you with a 'HUH' face.

"What do you think you're doing, princess?" he asked, his brows wrinkling in annoyance at your attempt to open the door yourself—a task you were perfectly capable of.

With minimal effort, he shut the door when you let go of the handle and then swung it back open, adding an open palm gesture with his free hand as if showing you the way inside.

"I'm here for a reason, princess," he said, shutting the door once you got in and immediately walking around the car to the driver's side.

Meanwhile, you sat there in the passenger seat, sweating slightly, fighting the urge to tell him that you were capable of doing it yourself, only to feel a hand on your thigh, squeezing it softly as if to stop you from protesting.

"Not a word from you," he started, giving you another squeeze as he buckled his seatbelt before removing his hand to plug in the car key and start the engine. "And don't even think about stepping out of the car if I'm not the one who opened it for you."

I swear, when this man is around, he won't even let you open something if he knows he can do it for you.

When you try to be independent around this guy, things get turned upside down, and his teammates wonder what happened—why his shoulders are slumped, why he's flaking out so much during practice.

Safe to say, you unleashed the emo Bokuto. Acts of service are second to his love language—he's a sucker for physical touch. He would do almost anything for you, even if you didn't ask.

Opening doors has been a habit of his since you two started dating. Even on your dates, he insists on being the one to open the doors and waits for you to head inside first.

Talk about chivalrous, but he's just a pure guy who's been showered with his older sister's affection and knows how to treat women well.

But the time you left for work in a hurry, kissing his cheek goodbye and making your way out the front door, he ran after you to open it, only to have the door slam shut in his face.

Poor Kou. Surely, you didn't mean any harm and were just in a rush. However, make sure to talk with this guy once you get home.

In contrast to Bokuto, being independent around this guy is no problem. He knows you can handle things on your own.

However, there are instances when his hand lands first on the handle, and he says things like,

"I'll do it, love."

"Your hands are full, let me."

"I know your pinky finger was open, but I doubt it can compare to the weight of this door, sweetheart."

It's a healthy relationship all the way, but deep down he secretly wants you to depend on him once in a while whenever he's around.

Give this guy a medal.

"Dumbass. Idiot. Boke." I can imagine him chanting these words as he followed you down the hall from behind while you carried two large boxes—probably heading to the student council.

He knows you can handle it, but the moment he saw you walking straight towards the closed door of the council room and struggling to open it with one hand, he darted out of his hiding spot and slammed the door open for you.

Blinking at the sudden noise, you tilted to the side of the boxes that were obscuring your view, only to see him standing beside you and the open door.

He merely looked down at you, wanting to smile, but not wanting to scare you off, he decided to walk away as if nothing had happened, grumbling.

Unable to process his words, you stood there with the heavy boxes in front of the now-open council room and watched his figure descend down the staircase.

What made you think he'd open the door for you?

He enjoyed seeing you struggle to open the door with your hands full of items he'd told you to drop off, suggesting you take turns coming back to get them.

But you were too stubborn and hard-headed to act dependent and admit he was right. You scooped up all your stuff with both hands before heading to your destination, only to be blocked by a door.

Struggling not to drop anything, you grumbled in annoyance while a snicker from behind approached you.

"What, can't your short hands reach the handle?" he remarked, brows quirked as he reached for the handle from behind you, towering over your midget size and clearly noticing the height difference as he twisted the doorknob open.

"There you go, Thumbelina," he smirked, swinging the door open and placing a hand on his hip. Seeing your furrowed brows and noticing how you were biting your tongue to keep from giving a snarky remark only heightened his amusement.

"Not being appreciative, are we?" his smirk grew wider.

I swear, he finds enjoyment in your predicaments of being independent.

requests are open!

[cognitivelypartiallyfurnished]

Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 4)

-Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu

Part 1: Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo

Part 2: Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku

Part 3: Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu

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Ushijima Wakatoshi: Helping you put a necklace on

Wakatoshi likes to spoil his girlfriend, especially on your birthday. Right now you are struggling to put on the beautiful necklace that he gifted you, special to you because of the engraving on the back. “Toshi can you help me?” you ask him and his hands are immediately on your neck, closing the necklace around it. He is looking at you in the mirror while letting his hands linger a little longer than necessary on your nape before putting your hair back in place and stretching out his hand to take you to the dinner reservation he made to celebrate your special day.

Tsukishima Kei: Deep convos about random shit

Normally he doesn’t talk that much and especially not over something so seemingly unimportant but with you he is conversing without any snarky remarks or hesitation. Kei could talk for days about the deeper meaning of a recent book you two happen to have read, a theory regarding his most beloved fossils or everything else that’s running through his head. You always admire his way of thinking and you are happy each time he gives you insight on what’s happening in this smart head of his. The way you are listening and talking to him never fails to make him want to shut up again and just kiss you, after all he is better at showing his emotions through actions than words.

Oikawa Tooru: Having a special song

It was the song that was playing in the small copy shop where you were waiting to receive your printed pictures when you met Tooru. He wanted to print out some pictures to craft a photo album for his nephew when he noticed you humming the melody of the song absently. On your third date in a mini golf arena the song started playing again and since then it’s been the song to which you have the best memories. If he ever gets the chance to marry you, he wants this song to play during your first dance.

Bokuto Koutaro: Randomly looking at each other and saying, “I love you so much”

Currently you were suffocated with the weight of your boyfriend who was laying on top of you but you wouldn’t be able to catch a breath anyway because suddenly he told you that he loved you. That was the first time he told you and you weren’t able to say it back until he moved to look at you because you’ve been silent for too long. After that it happened at the weirdest times. For example, when Kou asked you which type of rice to bring or when he walked in on you sitting on the toilet or even in front of all of his team when you came to watch the MSBY team practice. After hearing it some more in unexpected situations you even started to learn to say it back to him in time.

Miya Osamu: Hugging the back of them and putting your face on their shoulder

There is no better feeling after a long exhausting day than coming home to find Samu standing in front of the stove working on some meal for you to eat. You make your way into the kitchen and collapse against his broad back while leaning your face on his shoulder, humming in appreciation. You follow him around the kitchen like this until he leads you to the table and places a plate of incredibly good smelling food in front of you and him. Over dinner you ramble to him about your day during which he reminds you with a soft smile to eat before the food gets cold. After the dinner you two spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the sofa, both enjoying the soothing warmth of each other’s bodies.

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[teamatsumu]

DRUNKEN KISSES.

characters: bokuto, atsumu, oikawa

word count: 1255

cw: fluff, some angst, fem!reader

taglist: @keiva1000

BOKUTO KOUTARO:

“Watch it!” You yelped when Bokuto stumbled over uneven pavement, making you sway as well, considering almost half his body weight was on you. You cursed under your breath as Bokuto simply giggled, finding the whole situation supremely funny.

“Kou…” You sighed, shaking your head and trailing off. You couldn’t possibly be mad at him. Sure, you had to drag your ass out of bed so late at night in order to fetch him after Hinata had called you, saying he was wasted beyond belief and there was no way he could get home by himself. But you couldn’t really be ticked off by that. You had seen first hand how hard Bokuto had worked in the weeks leading up to the new volleyball season. As his roommate, you knew intimately how jam packed his schedule was with training, running, practicing. So Bokuto absolutely deserved to let loose for a bit, even if it meant you supporting his weight and dragging his humongous body along with you back to your shared apartment.

Two more blocks. You could do this.

Bokuto was humming some tune under his breath, lost in his own little world, probably still thinking about MSBY’s momentous win against the Adlers tonight. The thought also put a smile on your face, remembering how you felt watching the game on TV, watching Bokuto’s grinning face. You were only pulled from your thoughts when Bokuto nudged you with his hips, making you look up at him.

“Hi.” He flashed you a million dollar smile, making your lips twitch up as well. His happiness was contagious.

“Hey there.” You replied.

“‘M really happy.” His face was flushed, eyes darting all over your face, slightly hazy. You felt your body buzz at his words, your expression softening.

“I’m glad.” You whispered back, staring at the warm gold of his irises.

Your pace was slowing, until you two had stopped completely. Dead silence surrounded you, the cold air of the night going unnoticed where your bodies were touching, Bokuto’s heavy arm thrown over your shoulder. He leaned down quickly, lips meeting yours.

They were cold, but soft, moving slowly over yours, lips dragging as if trying to memorize the shape and taste of yours. Your heart jumped, your grip around his waist tightening, mirroring his movements by tilting your head.

The streetlight overhead flickered a bit. It went unnoticed by both of you.

MIYA ATSUMU:

You blinked your sleep-heavy eyes open, jerking up to look at the clock on the far wall. Nearly 1am. And yet, there was no mistaking the heavy banging happening on your front door right now.

A deep scowl was etched on your face as you stumbled to the front door in your pajamas. The banging was relentless and without pause, and you nearly yelled at the person when you put your eye to the peephole. A groan escaped your lips when you glimpsed messy dyed blonde hair, closing your eyes and praying for patience from the lord above.

Atsumu gave you a sleazy grin when you opened the door, a long, whiny ‘heyyyy’ leaving his lips. He leaned an arm against the doorframe, trying to look smooth but failing miserably when he slipped and slammed a shoulder against the wall instead, making him curse and pout. If you weren’t so angry, you would’ve laughed.

“It’s 1 in the morning.” You deadpanned, taking in his appearance. He was wearing a nice button-up blue shirt and black slacks, the sleeves rolled up and the first two buttons undone. His hair was a mess, his cheeks carrying a flush that you knew all too well.

“And you’re drunk.” You added, suddenly understanding why he had ended up on your doorstep so late at night. You felt yourself soften a bit in pity, watching how he swayed unsteadily on his feet, looking you up and down while being painfully obvious.

“Missed ya.” He mumbled, before giving you another lazy smile. But you could see through it.

Your breakup had been hard on Atsumu, who refused to accept that you no longer wanted to be a part of his life. Though this was the first time you were seeing him in person since you called it quits, he hadn’t stopped pestering you over calls and texts for weeks.

“Atsumu….” You sighed, feeling defeated. You saw the hurt flash in his eyes.

“What happened to ‘Tsumu?” He slurred, stepping closer to you until the space between you two was minimal.

“Go home.” You ignored his question.

“Gimme a kiss first.”

“Atsu-”

“Gimme a kiss. And I’ll leave.”

You sighed, closing your eyes for a second. When you opened them again and met his stare, catching the hope in his brown ones, you gave in.

What was supposed to be a short peck became a long, deep kiss, your tongues dragging over each other, his hand moving to the back of your head to keep you in place. Not that you wanted to move. One taste of him reminded you of what you had had, and you couldn’t help fisting his shirt, pulling his body closer to yours, stepping back into your apartment until the door was gently shutting behind both of you.

OIKAWA TOORU:

“This is exactly what you do if you want to burn a kitchen down, not make banana bread!” You yelped, pulling open the oven door only for huge clouds of black smoke to rush out of it. You coughed and waved both hands through the smoke, trying to clear it enough. You heard the telltale hum of the exhaust fan buzzing to life, mentally thanking Oikawa for having enough sense to turn it on.

Whoever thought drunk baking was a good idea? (It was Oikawa. Oikawa thought it was a good idea. And you were drunk too, so you had agreed with him)

You were sobering up pretty quickly though, realizing that you two could potentially be setting your entire flat on fire. But when you straightened up and looked back at Oikawa, you saw him chugging back another glass of red wine.

“Tooru!” You laughed incredulously, to which Oikawa looked at you with wide eyes, biting back a smile.

“What? You have the situation under control!”

You dissolved into giggles, leaning against the counter as you eyed the smoke clearing slowly. Oikawa came to stand next to you, both of you watching your pathetic attempt at baking disappear through the fan and out into the open air, carrying your failures along with it.

“That was fun.” Your roommate spoke up, making you smile.

“We should never have fun like this again.”

He nodded, looking down at you with his charming smile. His eyes were warm, chestnut hair slightly disheveled. His eyelids slid to half mast, gaze running lower until it was trained on your lips, and he hummed low. You felt your breath catch at the change in the atmosphere, subconsciously leaning closer to Oikawa. For some reason, in your alcohol-addled brain, he looked particularly captivating.

You didn’t even realize when exactly your lips met his, or when he reciprocated it. All you could concentrate on was the sweet taste of wine lingering on his lips, or the delicious drag of his hands down your sides before his fingers squeezed at your hips. His chest, firm but unsteady just like yours, was pushed flush against yours, and he sighed into your lips before pushing his tongue languidly into your mouth.

The smoke eventually cleared. Not that either of you were paying attention.

[nek0mabokk]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𐙚 pairing: bokuto koutaro x chubby fem!reader

𐙚 genre: Drabble fluff

𐙚 summary: koutaro sneaking into y/n's room through your window. 

The day started terrible.

You were so late. You didn't hear your alarm, oversleeping for too much, as much that your first lesson already started when you stepped into the classroom. You forgot your homework, and of course your lunch because when you were leaving you messed up the boxes, taking your brother's LEGOs set that you usually carry to school. The stupid paper is the same, wrapped around in the same exact way, you could give the fault to your mother to put them so close to each other but - the fault it's mostly yours because you were looking at what you were doing. As usual.

Damn it the day that you decided to be the manager of the Nekoma, and don't get me wrong - you love them. You love every single member of the team because it makes you feel accepted in every way that you wanted to, when you quitted your own team due a bad injury they were the first one to help you through it. But in days like this, when everything gets wrong, you know that is not gonna be easy at all.

You know exactly in the moment that Lev misses his ball and it gets straight into your face, making a big red scar above your forehead. Made everyone laugh, but you were just trying to keep the tears in, you just had a really rough day.

And in days like this you wish that Koutaro was closer to you, closer to your house, closer to your school. You started to feel something for that guy a couple months before, during a friendly game between the Nekoma and the Fukurodani. He was so beautiful in your eyes.

You could admire him all day long, helping him with your set, letting him serve as long as you can see him doing what he loves. That's how you started to love him. To love Koutaro.

Entering in your room you release a huge sigh, your legs and arms are sore, your mind is blurry and you really want just to cry off the hard day, but the homework in your desk are calling you. You let your body lay on the bed, facing the mattress and closing your eyes, you are so close to fall asleep when suddenly your phone is buzzing.

✩ koutaro [ 18:03pm ] : hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

You chuckle at his text, feeling his excitement and happiness through the phone, deciding to answer him pretty quick, you could use some koutaro's energy for cheering you up.

y/n [ 18:04pm ] : hey kou, how are ya? :)

✩ koutaro [ 18:04pm ] : good! I won today at the friendly match with a team that we never met before! I wish you could be there to see me :(((( what about you?

y/n [ 18:05pm ] : sad, bad day.

He didn't answer for ten minutes, you started to feel bad, maybe you needed to answer in a different way - or you just wished he answered you with some comfort words. But you know he's not the one that can do that, he's always been the opposite. Actions over Words.

You start to feel your stomach upside down and you decide to focus on your homework, as you get settle in your desk something - or someone - knocks on your window. You look over and you can see someone with the hood on, knocking at the window again, you paralyzed. You're so close to screaming when he moves the hood away from his head and two yellow eyes are on you.

Koutaro is knocking at your window, he came. You quickly walk over him and you open the window with a clumsy gesture that makes the guy laugh, he steps him and he's breathing heavily. Your eyes gets full of tears, "what are you doin here?"

"you said you had a bad day," his smile makes all of your worries disappear, you sniff lightly as you nod moving your arms around his torso. "thank you for coming."

He is surprised but he doesn't talk back, he just moves his arms around your shoulders pushing you enough to disappear in his tonic arms. "I'm always here angel," his hand moves on top of your head, holding you tight.

That's what you needed, someone that doesn't speak sweet words like strawberries, but someone that act in the best way to support you and always be there for you; exactly what Koutaro is.

[greycaelum]

If you saw your father die... What would you do?

It seems more susceptible to be standing there and wallowing in grief. Because who are you to join in the fight of the strongest?

If he were any younger Kouki would've been beyond traumatized to see his father in his own pool of blood as the clear crystal relive the thousands of past and future passing through his eyes.

He has always believed his father is the strongest. A man unmoved and undefeated by his own rights. So if he sees the scene of his father's lifeless body, torn apart and mangled by a familiar face, his heart breaks apart into thousands of pieces.

"Kou? Sweetheart?"

You called out from the kitchen only to feel a weight hug your leg, followed by series of inconsolable sobs. Worry immediately overtook your heart to see your son crying without any explanation.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart? Hmmm? What happened?" You kneeled down and held his shoulder, wiping his tears with your thumb. "Shhh, shush dear, what's wrong?"

"P-Papa!" He called out brokenhearted.

"Wh-? Kou... Sweetheart..."

You frown softened and shushed him even more. Your eight years old son was having a trouble articulating his words without remembering the grotesque scene the crystal marble flashed in his eyes.

You gathered him in your arms, hugging him tight while telling him how to breathe and calm himself down. You stroke his head, shushing and assuring him until he slumped to your shoulders and the sobs turned to sniffles.

"Did you see something bad, Sweetheart?" You held Kouki in your arms, his ear pressed against your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat as the two of you sat on the floor, with you cradling his small body in the security of your arms and presence.

"Papa... he was all bloody and..." Kouki hugged your neck. "I don't like it... I want Papa home Mama."

Kouki hid his face in the nook of your neck and asked for a very tight hug which you obliged. Stroking his long silvery lilac locks he inherited from Satoru and the puffy orbs he got from you.

You wish you could do that too. You wish he was home right now. If he's home, then maybe, just maybe things would be easier.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. It's okay..."

The door opened followed by Saika's loud footsteps.

"Mama!"

You looked up to see Satoru peering down at you and Kouki on the floor, confused.

"Hey Baby, what are you doing on the floor with Kikufuku?"

Kouki immediately ran to Satoru's arms prompting his father to kneel down beside you on the floor and gather his son into his strong arms.

"What's wrong Kikufuku? Why's my buddy crying? Mnnn?"

You watch your father and son converse in their own world. Satoru talked with Kouki in his arms, whispering something to the little boy's ears, calming him down and eventually hugging his father's neck, a lot better and calmer.

"Mama, Papa and I bought more plushies for Sunshines! Look, look, we got light blue and royal blue." Saika sat down beside you and put her hand over your growing belly. "You think Sunshines, will like them?" Saika look up to you with hopeful eyes.

You pat her head, kissing the tip of her nose.

"Of course... They will love it, Sweetie." Saika beamed at your reply and animatedly talked to your baby bump.

Kouki had to sleep after the stressful session with his manifesting cursed technique. Saika went to sleep beside her brother too that leaves you and Satoru on your bedroom, in each others arms while a movie is running on the background. Satoru totally spoiled you with the ending so you didn't bother watching it and instead relished on the calming way his hand rub your back and from time to time the soft kisses to your forehead followed by the caress on your baby bump.

"Kouki said..." Satoru started with a sigh. "He saw me dying. On Shibuya... That fight with Sukuna."

A sad smile graced your lips as you snuggled yourself closer to his arms.

"It's so crazy how thousands of possible scenario could happen in one moment..." Satoru kissed your temple. "How I couldn't possibly be here right now with you, if I just made that one wrong decision back then."

"But you didn't. You're here with me, with us Satoru." You cut him off. His idea of possibly losing his life on that tragedy pinched your heart. "You're here at my arms, at our home. That's what matters to me the most. The myriad of possible futures could go and burn down, as long as I get you back home."

Satoru stared at you and slowly nodded. A future without you... It's hard to imagine for him.

"I don't care about the possible futures Satoru... I will find that one possible future out of the millions there is as long as I can have you... I only want the future that has you." You said with conviction, a bit angry for him to think of possibly leaving this world without you.

"Me too Baby... I only want the future with you... and our children." Satoru nods, taking your lips into his soft ones, replacing the bitter imagination with his soft, delicate kisses, filling your mind with his presence and his touch until you forget the memory and override it with his touch and his love.

General/Kaleidoscope Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby @aeanya @gummy-dummy @tender-rosiey @lexiene @nevermoresworld @loml-riri @pelicanpizza @emichou-chan

—Grey,

[djthemusicman]

Ight, i’ve been seeing a lot of people say that “Teru’s hatred for supernaturals is the thing that killed Kou” when that’s really untrue

Teru knew what he was doing, he even calls out to Kou when he has his sword out. Before you ‘Teru is a crazy guy’ start jumping for joy, Teru by no means wanted to do this. I think it’s clear when Teru drops his usual relaxed persona when he looks at Kou’s body in the well.

In fact, I think it’s important to note that Teru didn’t even kill Kou. Hanako, or the red house did, Kou couldn’t be saved after 118. We saw what was behind that door that he got dragged in chapter 118. After that, the Kou we see isn’t completely him. His hand is even see through when he puts his hand on Nene’s Shoulder.

To further cement that Kou couldn’t be saved, there’s a bit of dialogue from Akane in the severance arc about Teru’s character.

“If there was a human that could STILL be saved, You’d definitely lend a hand to them”

I find this dialog very interesting for Teru’s character. Now, I understand that some of you would put the emphasis of this line on human. While Teru’s distaste for supernaturals is a part of his character this is Kou we’re talking about. Teru cares about his siblings more than anything. There’s no doubt in my mind that if Kou could’ve been saved for even a second that Teru would take that in a heart beat.

In short, Teru didn’t kill Kou, the red house did. Kou died in chapter 118, only his spirit got exorcised in 120. What we saw in chapter 119 and 120 was Kou’s spirit under control of the red house. Teru didn’t kill Kou because you can’t kill a dead man. Kou couldn’t be saved as soon as he got dragged in that door in chapter 118.

[saturatedstarlight]

an: hi hi hiiii!!! today is my birthday and I'm not one to like receiving material gifts but i do like me a good drabble/fic. So this is my gift to myself, a fluffy smutty drabble fic eheheheheheee. Here's to 24! afab reader

cw: sexual themes. sleepy sex, oral. male receiving, nipple play, choking, creampie, all characters are aged up bokuto in his grown man era!!!!!!!

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bokuto x afab reader!!!!!!

Waking up to pee had to be the most annoying thing in the world to you. Especially when you were snuggled up with your personal heater/ mt. Everest of a boyfriend.

You lazily untangle from his tight hold. Bokuto clung to you when you both slept so this was nothing new. The feeling of the dead weight of his muscles required a bit of strength to pry off of you and you managed to slither out of his grasp, the excess fabric of the oversized tee you sported nearly tugging you back to his cute sleeping form.

You finish your business sleepily, stumbling through the room and you bump into Bokuto’s standing figure, his arm gently coaxing your pliant body over, open to any suggestion at this point, so early in the morning. He hugs you from behind, his arms wrapping possessively around you, like he knew you were his last.

His last kiss, last hug, last I love you.

Bokuto hugged you knowingly, so that had to mean you were his and his alone. He ran his strong hands down your front, almost naked underneath of a thin shirt if it were not for the pesky lacey number you put on last night. The feeling of him against you stirred deeply in your tummy, the way he was so gentle with you right now made you feel safe. It also conjured up memories of how rough he was with you. The way he held you as if you were weightless, guided you into positions with ease as he slammed his strong, needy hips against your much smaller body. The feelings intoxicated you.

Bokuto placed a few wet kisses on your neck, drawing your hips closer to his, you moan softly, barely audible as he cupped your breasts, letting each thumb rub over your nipples, awakening both you and your desires simultaneously. “Mmm... Kou-“

“Why is my princess up so early right now?” He asked, his voice husky with sleep.

“Had to pee.” You lean your head back, going dizzy from pleasure.

He turns you around, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth gently, “My cutie always has to pee this early huh?”

You place your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away, deciding this would be way better in bed. You lace your fingers in his, pulling him to the warm sheets with you.

“Koutaro, go back to sleep with me.”

“I can’t baby, you’re too- distracting.”

You lie in his warmth and he in yours and you cuddle him closer, playing in his hair as he nuzzles his face in your breasts. Bokuto’s fingers toy with the hem of your shirt and you roll your eyes playfully having grown accustomed to his neediness. You sit up and kneel in front of him.

He sits up expectantly and you sit on his lap, bare chest on display as you kiss up and down his neck and chest. He pulls you closer by your hips and you mewl against his neck. “You always do that.” You whisper lowly.

“And you always make the cutest sounds.” He counters, holding you firmly on-top of him.

You lift your shirt just a bit, exposing the bottom halves of your breasts, arching back, your peaking buds beckoning him.

“B-Baby..” he doesn’t even ask, just pulls you closer to his mouth like it was second nature, having grown comfortable at the act of sucking your nipples.

You moan louder this time, wiggling your hips against his thighs and you tap his chin, asking for release. Bokuto greedily goes for the left nipple but you lift his chin up before latching on to kiss him.

He groans into your mouth in slight displeasure, and you smile against his lips. You kiss him slowly, attempting to subdue his lips that soaked yours in his saliva. However, he pulls you closer by your waist, his hands firmer as he begins licking your tongue gently. You pull away panting:

“B-Baby baby baby, take these off.” You raise off his legs, watching him lift his hips to slide down his boxers, his hard on springing free, slapping against his stomach, curving a bit left and twitching beads of pre cum.

You lick your lips, leaning down to give his angry pink head a few kisses hollowing our your mouth and sliding him deeply down your throat, lubing him up. He attempts to push your head down but you lace your fingers in his again, squeezing his hands as you bob up and down his shaft, gagging and slobbering on him. You suck him between your lips releasing him with a final pop, spitting on his dick for extra lube.

“Fuck- you don’t know what you do to me.” He says lowly, pulling you closer to him, pulling off the shirt you’re wearing and sliding down the skimpy little panties you're wearing off your hips.

Your boyfriend grabs your ass, almost like tradition every time he fucks you and you love it, loving the way it makes you want him to use you even more.

You allign yourself with his cock, taking him in little by little as Bokuto returns to your nipple, kissing and sucking the left and thumbing and pinching the right. You struggle to stay quiet, adjusting to his size and girth were always a challenge for you. However, once he was fully sheathed inside you, it was the best stretch you had ever felt. Addictive even.

“F-Fuuckkk-“ you moan, clenching tightly around him and he smiles, loving the sight of you being filled up by him. An image he'd try to commit to memory but couldn't get the way you feel, sound, and look just right. He drew great pride and confidence knowing he’s the only man who made you feel like this. The only man that could ever make you feel this good.

“That’s it princess, take my cock, yeah I gotchu…relax baby, I promise I’ll make you feel so so good.” His voice sultry and breath hot.

You lean forward, moaning into his chest, Bokuto’s hands running soothingly up and down your back as you clench around him repeatedly, every twitch and throb sending jolts to your spine. Finally you inhale deeply, kissing him as you rose your hips up and down, the sound of his cock squelching in and out your stretched little hole making you bounce faster.

“Mmm mmm-“ he moans as you ride him faster, every time you moved his cock hit your g spot, fucking that fleshy patch like it were his own. He knew the way your body works, every which way you twitched and turned for him, now this-- this he could commit to memory.

He speeds you up, his arms slamming you down harder and faster and you bury your head in the crook of his neck as he whispers sweet sweet nothings in your ear, barreling you faster to your early morning release. He fucks you with abandon and you clench around him when he shoots ropes of his cum deep inside you.

It was here when he treats you like his own play thing, using you, you and your hot, gushy cunt to his heart's content. A few thrusts of his hips that sends you over, clamping down tightly around him, tears brought to your eyes as you cum, the first of many you presume.

“Baby- baby sq-squeeze me. T-that's right, nice and hard for me..” His fingers brush over your nipples, and you clench around him, tighter than you intended when he pulled and squeezed at your sensitive mounds. "K-Kou... fuck..!"

Globs of him spill inside, successfully milking him of all his cum.

Bokuto returns to your breasts, sucking a hickey on one of them, you push against his head, the pain too much but he persists, holding you down firmer, lips and teeth releasing you breast, kissing the purpling bruise softly. His lips kiss yours slowly and sensually, slowly thrusting up into you, knowing that he was not nearly close to being done with you.

He pulls his lips away, pressing them to your neck and jaw before lifting you off of him, lying you down and stroking himself a few times, letting himself harden up bit.

“Kou- no no, don’t tease.” You pout beneath him. He grabbed his length, running it up and down your slit, letting some of his fluid leak out against your clit.

“Shhh shh baby, I got you.” he slowly slides his tip inside you, relishing in the feeling of you squeezing around him, “God you’re perfect.” He said before slamming inside you, knocking the wind from your lungs. His hips fucking you fast, knowing that’s how to get you the best orgasms. He’s purposely slipping out, sliding back in hard and fucking you dumb into the mattress. Your orgasm bursts through you, but Bokuto doesn’t relent, fucking you harder, eliciting another from your abused cunt.

“N-No mor- no I can’t take anymore Kou-“ to which he covers your mouth with his hand, determined to dump one more load into you.

"Ha-ah- a-almost there princess..." With one hand on your mouth and another one around your throat he fucks you, roughly, completely entranced by the sight of you sucking him inside you over and over again, squeezing and moaning behind his sweaty hand.

"S-Shit... baby, ta-take it--all of it.." His body stiffens with his final thrust, slotting deeply inside your tired, puffy pussy. His hand remains around your throat as he slowly pulls out of you, strings of cum spill from your hole and you moan, squirming beneath him.

Bokuto kisses your forehead, bringing you a towel to gently clean you up, placing a scattered kisses on your tummy and face as he cleans you with the the utmost care, pulling your tee back over your head.

Bokuto snuggles with you in his place right next to you, and you offer him a weak smile.

“You did great baby.” and you turn your back toward him, feeling his press himself against your back.

"Of course I did, fucking an athlete is hard work." mumbling before drifting back off to sleep.

[cottonlemonade]

Happy Valentines

word count: 860 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-timeskip Bokuto x chubby!Reader

genre: smut, established relationship

warning: mdni, nsfw

Bokuto was standing at the stove, stirring the sauce he had been diligently working on when you came home.

“What are you doing here?”, you squeaked, dropping your bag and jacket on the floor and ran over for an ecstatic hug and a kiss.

“Came home early this morning. I figured I’d treat my love to a nice early dinner, so we have enough energy for what I plan on doing with you later.” He gave you a playful wink.

You only smiled widely and took a breath of the bubbling goodness he was simmering down, your heart melting as you spotted the huge bouquet of your favorite flowers already sitting in a vase on the counter.

When you started dating two years ago, Bokuto had made it his mission to at least learn (and perfect) your most favorite dishes.

“It smells amazing, babe.”

“Why thank you.”

For a moment you just watched him grate some cheese and had to swallow at the sight of him, the veins and muscles in his arms and the concentrated look in his eyes. Three weeks he had been away for a training camp in America with the team. Three long weeks in which you had both been growing steadily more needy for the other’s touch.

When he added a splash of red wine to a pan with onions you had enough.

Snaking your arms around his waist from behind you said quietly between his shoulders, “You’re so hot when you cook.”

You could feel the grin on his face as he turned around, “Oh yeah?”

He leaned down to catch your lips.

The kiss was supposed to be quick and loving, but you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and he automatically opened his mouth a little wider to deepen the kiss.

Catching his bottom lip softly between your teeth, you ran your hands through his hair.

He felt you groping around for something beside his hip and broke away.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, breathing heavily.

“Turning off the stove.”

“Why?”

“So you can fuck me. Please…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed you against the kitchen counter and groaned when you pushed your body against him.

For a couple of long desperate moments you stood in the kitchen, trying to touch as much of the other as possible. His hands wandered from your full hips to grab handfuls of your ass, then your breasts. When he pushed his thigh between your legs and you gasped he almost lost his mind. God, how much he had missed you.

“Baby, I’m so hard, please let’s go.”

Almost running to your room, he already took off his shirt and started to work on the zipper of his jeans.

In his haste he threw you on the bed, causing your dress to ride up and expose the cute cotton panties underneath. His eyes darkened when he saw how drenched the fabric was already and crawled on top, ready to devour you.

This was not a time for teasing, he just needed to be inside you. Impatient fingers unbuttoning the top of your dress, he yanked at the cups of your bra to put his lips around your nipples. He’d always wanted to ravage you in this dress. With your soaked panties simply pulled to the side he quickly pushed a finger into you, swearing softly against your skin when he felt no resistance at all.

You were so very wet just for him.

After a few pumps he added a second and finally a third finger, loving your soft cries and how you pulled his hair. His hand trapped between your plush thighs he sucked a hickey between your breasts.

“I need you, Kou. Enough… please… I need to feel you...”

You fumbled for a condom in the bedside table and helped him put it on before he finally sank into you.

All the pent up lust you two had felt while you were apart fueled your movements. The room was filled with panting and moans.

Urging him to go faster, you clenched deliciously around his length.

He filled you up so completely…

You threw her head back, covering your mouth with your hand.

“No, baby, moan for me. Come on, let me hear you.”

“Make me.”, you gasped and his thrusts became a little slower but much much deeper, his hand sneaking between your legs.

Bokuto’s eyes glazed over when you called his name.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes… nnngh… cum with me, Kou.”, you sounded so sweet, so… deprived. As if you would die if he didn’t give you what you wanted. He increased the pressure between your legs and the speed of his movements.

You clung to him, legs around his waist, fingers digging into his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin trying to muffle your climax.

With a final long grunt he relished in his release, collapsing on top of you - blindly, weakly kissing the crook of your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day…”, he muttered, then joined in your giggling.

art: from the manhwa the villainess reverses the hourglass

[agustdeeznuts-7]

~MUKAMI BROTHERS NSFW HEADCANONS~

(Disclaimer: this will contain mature content please feel free to skip if you’re uncomfortable with it. These are my own opinions. And I’ve only watched the anime)

RUKI

📖 Straight

📖 Very dominant

📖 Degrades his partner

📖 Punishes his partner if they disobey him

📖 Foot fetish

📖 Loves to gag his partner

📖 Blood play

📖 Calls his partner: livestock, dove, eve, naughty

📖 “Did you think I’d let you get away with that?”

📖 “learn your place, livestock..”

📖 “That’s right..be quiet..”

KOU

🎤 Bisexual

🎤 Switch but he prefers to be dominant

🎤 Kitten play

🎤 Temperature play

🎤 Loves to overstimulate his partner

🎤 Loves the sound of his partner’s moans and even makes them purr

🎤 A masochist

🎤 Calls his partner: Masokitty, songbird, darling, my love

🎤 “That’s right..let me hear you sing little songbird..”

🎤 “Who’s my good masokitty?~”

🎤 “Awww you look so adorable..”

YUMA

🍅 Bicurious but prefers women

🍅 Makes his partner sit on his shoulders with their legs wrapped around his head as he stays standing while eating them out

🍅 Puts his hand on their stomach so he can feel how deep he goes as he fucks them

🍅 Loves to fuck his partner with the handles of his gardening tools

🍅 Uses his size to his advantage and is constantly picking up his partner

🍅 Likes to use a collar and leash on his partner

🍅 Loves to finger his partner..two definitely isn’t enough

🍅 Calls his partner: sow, puppy, rosebud, tiny

🍅 “You feel that? You take me so fucking well puppy..”

🍅 “Heh..feeling hot and bothered are we?”

🍅 “You’re so tiny it’s pathetic..”

AZUSA

🗡️ Pansexual

🗡️ Switch but he prefers to be submissive

🗡️ Knife play

🗡️ Blood play

🗡️ Likes to tie up his partner with bandages

🗡️ Masochist but he prefers to receive it

🗡️ Overstimulation

🗡️ Calls his partner: eve, treasure, love, sweetheart

🗡️ “You love me right…? Hit me more..”

🗡️ “Your blood is so beautiful..”

🗡️ “Please..hurt me more..

[6okuto]

LEAVING LATE AT NIGHT

bokuto + gn!reader | established relationship, fluff

personally i would Not try to go alone. but you know. gotta write what you gotta write for the fic prompt

“kou?” you gently shake bokuto’s shoulder. your boyfriend had fallen asleep in the middle of your show and you didn't have the heart to wake him up; there was something comically adorable about him curled into you, tucked under a fuzzy blanket. but you were hungry, and you knew there was no more of your favourite snacks in the kitchen.

kotaro's eyes stay closed, but he hums at the sound of your voice. “hm?”

“’m gonna go get some food, okay?”

“okay,” he replies quietly. his arms unwrap from your waist and groggily, he reaches up for the side table where his wallet rests. “d’you have—do you wanna use my card?”

“no, it’s fine, it’ll just be some snacks," you promise. the both of you shift so you can get up, and you make sure to leave a quick kiss on his nose before moving to get ready.

“m’kay.” he exhales and moves to lay on his back, rubbing his eyes to wake up a little more. his voice is raspy when he speaks. “when did i fall asleep? what time is it?”

“you fell asleep an hour ago—i paused the episode by the way. it’s almost 10 i think?”

“oh, ’kay.” kotaro hums again. there’s a beat of silence as he listens to you put your shoes on and wonders how he fell asleep, but he shoots up a second later after finally processing your response. “wait, what?”

“i’ll be back soon, love you,” you call out, disregarding the sound of him pushing the blanket off of himself and it hitting the floor.

“what, no, what? baby, what—” he trips a little as he reaches for his phone on the coffee table in front of him. the brightness makes him squint, but he stutters again when he sees the 9:54 pm staring back at him.

“kou—”

“i’m coming with you, hold on. lemme put on my shoes, wait,” he cuts you off frantically. there’s a second where he notices he isn’t wearing socks, nor is there a pair nearby, and he reaches for his slip ons instead. 

“kou, you don’t have to, seriously,” you try not to laugh as he brushes his fingers through his messy hair.

“yeah i do,” he says while walking past you to reach his jacket. he only stops for a second so he can pull you in to plant a kiss on your forehead. bokuto looks at you, and he seems a little bit out of breath, but he still tells you matter-of-factually, “i’m your boyfriend.”

there’s little you can do other than watch him get ready with a small frown. you try to reassure him again, “it’s okay. you’re tired, kou. i’ll be fine–”

“no, i’m coming with you,” he says determined. “you don’t know what could happen this late. what if there’s someone dangerous, or like, a super big monster?”

“a what?” you snort. “i think the show got to you, baby. also what would you do against a monster?”

“well, maybe, but i’m just saying! you don’t know when you could be proof of the supernatural in a 7 eleven parking lot. and obviously i'd distract it until you got the car going and i'd jump in.”

the both of you look at each other, and you open and close your mouth trying to think of a response. because despite his words, and how his brows are furrowed and his mouth in a pout, bokuto's tone in genuinely concerned.

the store isn’t far, you’ve made the 5 minute trip yourself before. and you're sure if you wanted to stand your ground, promise to text or call, he'd (begrudgingly) stay behind. but it was bokuto. you never really rejected more time together, and you're not sure why you'd start now—even if it was only a 15 minute snack run.

so you admit defeat, exhale and smile softly at him. “okay, yeah, you’re right. maybe not the monster part, i hope, but, thank you.”

bokuto's expression quickly turns into a grin before he grabs the car keys. his other hand finds its way into yours, just as warm as usual. he pulls you along to unlock the front door, a bounce in his step as if he didn't just wake up. “did you wanna pass by a drive-thru? i’ll pay.”

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[clare-875]

Burnt Scarlet (Sugawara x Reader)

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Pairing: Sugawara x Reader Summary: You make Sugawara flustered. Warnings: fluff Note: The above image does NOT belong to me [Haikyuu Masterlist]

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Sugawara wondered if there was ever going to be a sight that could top the one in front of him now. Then he stopped himself and ripped himself free of that thought; because it was stupid. There would never be anything as beautiful, anything as captivating, anything as perfect as you. You. You dressed in a flowy summer dress, the gentle breeze making your hair shine beneath the golden sun; You smiling up at him lips curved upwards and painted ruby red; You and your radiant eyes looking only to him. His heart pounds against his chest, he feels the heat rise in his face, and before he knows it he's facing away from you. You, confused at the sight of him turning away so abruptly look up to him through your eyelashes in confusion just as Sugawara tries to find the courage to look at you once more. His mistake. He tries to hide his face but he feels it, the burn of scarlet that paints his expression.

"Kou, you okay?"

He flusters more at the sound of your sweet voice calling his name, a tinge of worry within the midst of your words; all for him. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." You frown slightly at the sight of him still unturning from where he stood and wonder just what had gotten into him. But you decide to take things into your own hands, literally. You grab him by his right wrist holding it gently but surely and drag him forward towards town where the two of you were going to hang out for the day. "Good, then let's get going!" You smile encouragingly at the man who looks up, eyes widening at the sight of you once more. The sight of your glimmering smile, the adoration etched in your eyes and upon your face. The scarlet remains in place but he finds himself nodding as though in a trance, he would later beat himself up for not complimenting the beautiful outfit you put together; all for him.

"Oh my gosh Kou, look!" He turns at the excitement that laced your tone, the urgency in your hold as you pull him towards a section of the store seemingly covered with all things cute and fluffy. The both of you were now at a mall and had been wandering the isles for several moments. He looked down at your hold. Within it were two matching keychains, almost identical to each other albeit the difference in colour of the ribbon that adorned the small plush attached. "We could be matching!" Your voice is light and bright, and your eyes are filled with joy. Sugawara finds himself nodding before he even registers the words coming out of your mouth. He feels the churn of his heart against his chest, the burning feeling of his face. You would be the death of him. "Yeah, I'll go buy them for us."

His grasp is quick and he takes the keychains from your hold with ease and a swiftness you could not rebuke before he rushes for the cashier who looks up surprised at their determined customer. You look up blankly at his sudden absence and his almost instinctual agreement to buy what you had suggested. Sugawara feels himself flush at his blatant show of weakness to you, but then he is blessed with your airy laugh and a soft hand on his shoulder. "I could've got that you know." He feels the burning of scarlet once more uptake his features as he looks at your hands that gently take one of the keychains he had brought, securing it to your phone. "I-I know," Sugawara murmurs, before taking his own keychain and securing it to his own device. You grin at his obvious shyness grabbing his hand in your hold again as Sugawara feels himself come to life at just your touch. "Let's go!"

The next moment the two of you are at a movie theatre watching a horror movie you should've known would never be good. Although Sugawara feels the shiver down his spine at the scary flux of events on the screen he is almost content just by the tight hold you have on his arm. He feels the warmth of your skin against his, the softness of hair as you basically hug to death his right limb. He knows he should be terrified by the gruelling images in front of him, but instead, he feels like he's in heaven when he looks down on you. The pride he feels that you trust him to look after you even when you're not in any danger is immeasurable. He tries to ease your tension with a teasing comment, "It's not real you know," but then you look up to him glossy eyes and all, a heavy pout on your lips. "But it looks so real." The burn reaches his face again as he notices the proximity of you before you turn back to the screen letting out a muffled yell, oblivious to his mess of emotions.

After the movie he holds your hand in his and fights away the flush of his face to try to put you to comfort; ice cream usually does the trick. He pats your head gently as you sit down at a table and he says he'll be back with your treats soon. You smile up at him gratefully and Sugawara again has to hide his face just so you don't notice the ease of influence you have over him. He tries to be quick, easily having memorised your favourite, now picking out his own. As he waits for his order, his gaze moves fully to you once more. He wonders how he ever got so lucky to learn that his long-term crush felt the same way. He wonders how he ever got so lucky to get a girl as beautiful and perfect as you. His mind wonders only to be awoken by your hand waving to him. He looks up, lost in your gaze as he tries to wave back only to see you laugh. "No, Kou, the ice-creams!" He turns abruptly to see that the cashier has been waiting with his order for several moments now. He feels the burn of scarlet as he quickly apologises and pays before rushing back to you.

He feels the heavy torment of your gaze upon him as he sits down in front of you, but you merely smile and gather the cool treat in your hands thanking the man. "What were you thinking about?" He looks up meeting your wondering gaze, the questioning tilt of your head as he rushes to reply. "W-what?" You laugh breathlessly before shaking your head. "Seriously though, you've been acting strange all day, is something wrong?" Your mind paces through the events of your date, at each moment you tried to catch his eyes he would face away, at every touch you felt his grip tighten slightly and felt the growing warmth of his skin. Sugawara sees the crease between your eyebrows and panic now rushes through him at the sight of your worry for him, now beating himself up for being so distracted, just by your presence. "N-no, I'm sorry you're just- you're just so beautiful today and-" He struggles to strangle together a response and you watch the fight as amusement now lingers at the sight of his flustered state. You lean forward and Sugawara barely has the time to stop his rambling before you surprise him with a soft kiss to his lips.

"Koushi, you do realise we've been dating for six months now."

The burnt scarlet upon his face only grows. 

[nian-7]

can i request for a teru minamoto x fem! reader established relationship drabble? i just saw the new chapter leaks of tbhk on twitter and i must say that teru is soooooo fineeeee i just can't- 😩

SURE! i don't mind at all, enjoy!

Teru Minamoto x fem!reader

✧fluffy drabble

✧fluff, reader can cook (unlike someone..)

" I'm glad you came over on such short notice. " He rested his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist. A small smile was on his face as you sighed.

" I didn't want you to burn your house down with your little sister in it while your brother was out. " You cut the vegetables in front of you as you heard him chuckle.

" Well good thing you came then, right? " He reached for the next vegetable to place it on the cutting board for you but you tapped his hand away.

" I don't trust you in the kitchen. " You looked over at him. " Last time I watched you try to do something in the kitchen, it ended up nearly falling on the floor. "

" Oh, come on! That was one time, " He laughed. " Kou caught it though. "

" Yeah, he saved it because you nearly dropped it. " You put the cut up vegetables in the bowl beside the cutting board. " It was not one of your greatest moments. " You couldn't help but laugh quietly at the memory. He kissed your cheek and his arms retracted from around your waist. You walked over to the stove, dumping the bowl into the pan as you heard little footsteps running into the kitchen.

" Big brother! (name)! I'm hungry! " Tiara ran towards Teru, looking up at him.

" (name) will be done with cooking soon, " He squatted down in front of her, smiling. " Then we'll eat, okay Princess? "

She nodded happily. " Then (name) can play with me after! " She looked over at you. " Please?! "

You laughed a little. " I'll have to go home after. " You looked over at her, she seemed to be pouting.

" But I wanna play with you! " She pleaded.

" Oh, how could you say no to her? I'll take over and- "

" Teru, there is no way I'm letting you take over cooking. "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

tags: @ridoruu

[romihearts]

* ˚ ✦ CALLSIGN | ft. hanako, kou, mitsuba, sakura

— the pet names they use on you ⋆ gn reader

— i know i put it as gn reader but im not sure if some petnames (e.g. doll, darling) are considered feminine or not huhu, to whoever, please let me know if they are fem 😓😓

— hanako ; doll

you've been staring at hanako for quite a while now, there's something about him that just seems so entrancing. his overall playful yet serious demeanor just strikes an arrow towards your heart but today— you've adored him for the past few minutes or so.

while hanako was playing with the mokke alongside the bathroom window, your staring doesn't go unnoticed. i mean, it was getting obvious considering you were really just staring. eyes locked onto him while you were holding yourself up with a broom.

he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. was there something unnatural with him? nothing seemed out of sorts with him so why?

you were still locked on him. only snapping out of your trance when hanako called out your name for maybe, 3 times? "[namee], your staring quite a lot aren't you?" he said with a cheeky grin spread across his face.

your face started to heat up, he was well aware of what you were doing and you had no excuse. "w-well, i just happened to zone out you know..! nothing crazy really.." you stammered out, trying with the best of your efforts not to place more of his attention towards you this time.

"hmm? was it really just zoning out, doll?" hanako stated, placing emphasis on the petname. you both knew that it really wasn't zoning out. your eyes darted everywhere but his. only focusing on his amber eyes once more when you hear him chuckle.

"stare all you want, doll. i'm all yours, you know?" that teasing bastard..

* ˚ ✦

— kou ; hun

the aromatic smell of pancakes was evident all through out the kitchen. it's sweet and honeying scent complimented the you and kou in the kitchen, alongside each other while cooking.

a domestic moment, only to be shared within the vicinity of you and him. you two brushed hands occasionally, never fully indulging in the warmth of each other.

while working, you two occasionally chat about each other's day, but due to your focus, you happened to let you thoughts slip. "this is smelling good! how about you try a taste, [name]?" he questioned, nudging you to catch your attention. unfortunately, you were fixed onto making said pancakes. "ah- sure. i'll try it after i'm done with this, hun."

you weren't aware of the pet name you used, too engaged in cooking. but kou, on the other hand, fell completely silent. he was still trying to comprehend what you just said. "hun?" kou questioned, while you turned your head to him, "yes?" you answered. he expected you to look at him weirdly, but you simply accepted it.

kou was certainly muddled, that you took notice as to why he just stood there frozen. "is something wrong?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to your side. "you.. you really don't mind me calling you 'hun'?" kou answered.

after realizing that was the reason kou was seen to be stressing, you only stifled a giggle, leaving the bewildered man much more confused than before. "why would i dislike using 'hun'? it's a sweet pet name, for me and for you. as sweet as your pancakes." you said, with a wide grin plastered on your face.

* ˚ ✦

— mitsuba ; babe

"babee, c'mon, who's cuter between me and this cat?" mitsuba asked, holding up a cat to you. deadpanning, you answer, "is this even a question? it's obviously you." flashing him a soft smile. the pink haired boy stood there, blush tinting his face before immediately facing away.

it was evident that he was flustered. his back was turned to you while he covered a part of his face. you immediately took this chance to wrap your arms around his shoulders while placing your head on the latter.

"i'm simply just stating the truth babe, that you're adorable." you continued with your compliments, yet no words had come from mitsuba's mouth. despite that, it was obvious that he was blushing even further.

you give him a small peck on the cheek, causing him to immediately turn his head to your face, giving you all more of a chance for you to kiss him on the lips. and who are you to pass up on the opportunity?

the kiss was brief, yet enough to make both of your hearts beat.

* ˚ ✦

— sakura ; darling

the light of the sun seeps through the library, in which you and sakura can be found. her eyes focused on the current book she was reading, while your's was focused on her. you sat beside her, giving you a small view of the text imprinted on the book.

you prompted up a question out of boredom. "darling, what genre's are you fond of?" you asked, while pointing to the book. sakura looked up to your eyes, "i prefer mystery, on some occasions, i'll indulge in thriller." she answered blankly.

"how about you, darling?" she said, turning the question to you. thinking for a bit, you answered. "well, i don't have a particular one in mind.. i enjoy most things." sakura smiled for a slight, yet the grin was quickly dispersed. "there's something i've been meaning to try, one found in romance novels." she stated.

she then quickly, held you hand gently, before bringing them up to her lips, briefly placing a kiss on it. you were startled for a bit, not expecting her to do that. nonetheless, your heart swelled at the action.

sakura took notice of the sudden silence, "anything wrong darling? would you like me to do it more often?" she said, with the previous smile reappearing once more.