#trying to write a bokuto fic🥺

[revasserium]

Can you do #154 with Hoshiumi or Bokuto ❤️🥺

send me a prompt and a character, and i'll write you a drabble (or ukno, like a 2k fuckin fic)

154. Leap into my arms @thisbicc

diving into the wreck

bokuto; 1,815 words; angst in the beginning, but its honestly more hurt/comfort, and the ending is fluffy ;) ish.

he is a volcano, he is a thunderstorm — he is every natural disaster poets have ever tried to tame with language and still, the truth remains — bokuto koutarou is a force of nature. but the thing about natural disasters is that they end. they pass and, like shooting stars, all that remains is the wreckage they’ve left behind, the imprint of light across a moonless night.

“losing isn’t everything, y’know.”

you run a hand down the curved planes of his back, trying to sooth the tantrum building just beneath the surface.

“it is! and you know it is! you just — you just don’t know how it feels! you don’t know anything!”

the words seep through the house, oozing blood like an open wound, soaking the carpets and weighing down the curtains, staining them till neither of you are sure what color they used to be when you first got them.

(”look! look! these are on sale! and they’re the design i like!” “ah, well if they’re the design you like, then i guess we gotta get ‘em, huh?” “oh shut up, you big goofball.”)

you pull back your hand and sigh.

“you’re right… i don’t know how it feels to lose like you do but —” you bite down hard on your lips, swallowing down the words —

i know how it feels to lose you.

he looks up, his expression desperate. he wants to reach out, to pull you close to say no, i didn’t mean that or no, i’m sorry, let’s get some icream or some popcorn or some new damn curtains but he looks away instead.

(”how do you jump so high?” “huh? me? oh… uh… well, i mean… i just kinda do it… i guess.” “but… aren’t you afraid you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself?” “nah. like, the floor’s not goin’ anywhere, y’know?”)

“bokuto… i — i think i’m gonna go stay with a friend for a while.”

bokuto feels the world press in, the walls inching towards him, the ceiling pressing down. he wants to curl in on himself till there’s nothing left, he wants to crush you to him, to hold you so tightly you become a part of him but his body won’t move. his lips are still. and there’s a part of him that wonders if he does this to himself just so he’ll have something to fight for.

because the truth is — he doesn’t know how else to love you.

he doesn’t know how else to love but like this — with no training wheels, with his eyes closed and fists clenched and wild hope pounding in his heart. and he knows he’s not good at this — he’s never been all too good at this but he never thought it would hurt — he never knew that the floor could disappear from beneath his feet and that sometimes, just sometimes, you really should look before you leap but…

“for… for how long?” he asks.

“i… i’m not sure yet but… i think —” you take a breath like gasping for air in a vacuum-sealed space, “i think it’d be good for us,” another heaving breath.

“some time… apart.”

bokuto feels the air leave the room like a scolded child, slipping away through the opened doorway, disappearing into the darkness of the hall. he tries to breathe and finds that he doesn’t quite remember how.

(”so… its like a trust exercise. with the floor.” “w-wha?? you still talkin’ about jumping?” “yeah! like… in order to jump that high, you gotta trust that the floor will be there to catch you, right?”)

“okay.”

the word burns through him, a comet with a too-long tail, singeing his tongue. it tastes like cinder and smoke and all the words he never had the courage to say out loud.

“okay,” you echo, with a tiny little nod.

he feels the ground beneath him crack and crumble, and for the first time in his life, bokuto is afraid of falling.

“i…” he nearly chokes on the word, but he forces himself to his feet, his fists balled at his sides. like this, he towers over you, like this, he’s a huge, imposing thing, but like this — he feels the smallest he’s ever been.

i’m sorry.

“i love you,” he says, finally. after a long-held breath.

you look up at him with wide, sad eyes and after a moment, you let out a small laugh. it shakes your shoulders and breaks something inside him. because this, at least, he knows to be true. he might not be good at it but he knows that he loves you. he loves you strong, and he loves you hard.

he loves you like a thunderstorm might love a lightning sea, too much salt, and not enough water —

“yeah…” you say, “yeah… i know.”

(”ahh… there’s no fixin’ that, is there?” “what, the dish you broke cause you put it in the dishwasher wrong? nope. don’t think so.” “mm… but what if we keep it anyway?” “aww, you big baby, i always knew you were the sentimental type.”)

you run a hand through your hair, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a deep, heavy sigh.

slowly, the air trickles back into the room.

“let’s go swimming,” he says. and you look up, all sadness gone and replaced by confusion, but bokuto is smiling, a hopeful, indulgent sort of thing.

“what, right now?” you blink at him. he rocks on the balls of his feet.

“yeah. right now.”

for a second, you narrow your eyes, for a second, you wonder what this might be about. but years with bokuto has taught you that there are moments where you don’t ask why or when or how. it is only the who that matters — and it has always been him.

the pool is closed but bokuto manages to find the key tucked in the gym manager’s drawer and you bite back an exasperated sigh as he unlocks the door and lets you both in. there’s a triumphant smile on his lips and you can’t help but laugh. when he cannonballs into the water, whooping out in joy, you stand by the poolside and watch him — and for a second everything is fine. for second, everything is forgotten — all the big fights, all the long nights, all the things neither of you really meant to say — washed away by the chlorine-scented water dripping down the length of his spine.

“c’mon! come in! the water’s great!”

bokuto motions for you to join him, and you only hesitate for a second before pulling off your shirt and slipping into the cool, temperature controlled water. you let yourself sink beneath the surface and you feel the world above you slip away.

you open your eyes to find bokuto there, right in front of you, his eyes just as wide open as yours. his lips are moving, bubbles streaming from his mouth as he speaks but you shake your head, feeling the laughter curling up within you.

“b-bokuto — i can’t hear anything you’re saying!”

you break the surface and reach out to pull him up. but he only shakes his head and drags you under again. you shake your head too, about to break away when you see him mouthing the words —

i’m sorry.

don’t leave me.

you still, and for a moment, you both hang there, suspended by the weight of water, the sheer lack of air. and for once, bokuto is thankful for it.

(”i — i’m not that sentimental! i just… i like holding onto broken things, sometimes.” “bokuto… but… we can just get a new dish —” “no, like… i just think… that it’s worth a try is all.”)

this time, when you break the surface, bokuto comes up with you, gasping for air like a drowning man. he takes you by the arms and shakes you, ever so slightly. water droplets cling to his hair like gemstones, glittering in the refracted blue lights.

“we — we’re not broken,” he says, his voice a bit waterlogged, his chest heaving like some great beached whale, fighting for every breath, for every word.

you purse your lips, a wave of something cresting inside your chest.

he gives you another shake.

“and… and even if we are…” he gulps, “i — i think we’re worth fixing.”

you let out a tiny sob, the hot prickling behind your eyes bursting out in a maelstrom of salt and water and bokuto holds you at arm’s length and lets you cry. he lets you scream and struggle and tell him all the things you’d never have told him otherwise.

he takes it the best he can. he weathers the storm. he waits it out like a patient beach, knowing that eventually, the tide will recede. that eventually, even a hurricane will blow through it’s course.

“i’m sorry,” he says, finally, when you’ve cried yourself out, still hiccupping with his hands on either side of your arms, both your fingers pruning in the water.

“y-you better be.”

bokuto laughs, nodding, finally pulling you in for a kiss.

“i am… and… i’m sorry that i’m so bad at apologizing.”

you let out a watery laugh and make a half-hearted attempt to splash him.

“as long as you don’t make a habit of breaking into the gym pool at midnight just to say sorry.”

“i dunno, it’s kinda nice though, isn’t it?”

“what, a midnight dip? i guess it is…”

for a moment, the both of you are quiet. and you both know this isn’t the end, that there are still words to be said, new curtains to buy, old dishes to mend.

“hey, wanna try something?” bokuto’s voice is hopeful, but as you turn to look at him, you allow yourself another smile. because isn’t this what you fell in love with in the first place? the highs and the lows, the sunlight days and the stormy nights.

“sure, what do you wanna try?”

bokuto points at the diving board hanging over the deep end of the pool with a wide, wayward grin.

you hike your eyebrows.

“c’mon! try it! i’ll catch you!”

trust me.

you hesitate for a moment longer before swimming to the edge and heaving yourself out of the water. bokuto whoops as you walk onto the diving board and look over the edge.

he opens his arms and waits for you.

you take a breath, and —

you jump.

[mango-bango-bby]

Hey, I know this one was finished a long time ago, but i was wondering if you could do a 2nd part for 'Test', the poly! Kuroo and Bokuto one. I'm really interested in the punishment they'd give🥰

And like u said we have to give the Haikyuu characters some love too💕

♡ Test: Part Two ♡

(A/N: Been a while since I wrote a punishment fic!!! Or even an angsty fic in general, but it’s fluffy at the end no need to worry!! Bokuto and Kuroo sharing a darling is always in interesting dynamic to write for and I’m not sure I’m to great at it yet!! Anyways I hope you like this and our Haikyuu yans do need more love 🥺🥺💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, angst, collars, handcuffs, isolation, fluffy at the end

Summary: Bokuto and Kuroo give you a punishment after your escape attempt (Yan!Bokuto x GN!Reader x Yan!Kuroo)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡↞ Previous

“Tetsuro! Kotaro! I’m so sorry!” You sob as loud as you can. You hated it in this closet, it was dark and cramped. Your neck hurt, and your wrist hurt both being bound. Around your neck as a collar with a very short chain that was chained to a closet pipe. And around your wrists are handcuffs that are also attached to the same closet pipe.

You cry out once again, hoping that maybe your captors would take pity on you. They were normally so sweet to you but after your little escape attempt, they weren’t so sweet. Although when they put you in the closet, you don’t even know how long ago, you could see flickers or guilt in both of their eyes.

You feel like it’s been days, even though you know it’s probably only been a few hours that you’ve been locked in here. Your sobs quiet down again, this time just silently crying to yourself.

You don’t know when Kotaro and Tetsuro are going to let you out. You even have thoughts that they won’t let you out.

Maybe you messed up so bad that they hate you now. Maybe they’re just going to leave you in here forever. Maybe they forgot you. So many thoughts like that run through your mind until you hear the click of the lock from the door.

You look up and through tears you can see the blurry silhouettes of both Tetsuro and Kotaro standing over you. “It’s ok, kitty, we’re here now” Tetsuro knelt down next you gently petting your head. You lean into his touch, stray tears still falling down your face. Your voice hurts from how hard you've been crying so you don’t even say anything to them.

“We’re so sorry, baby, are you alright?” Kotaro asks, feeling totally guilty about locking you up but he knows that him and Tetsuro needed to punish you. Tetsuro felt guilty as well but he tried not to show it as much. Both of them hated hearing you crying and seeing how upset you are.

Kotaro unlocks up chain on the collar and then unlocks the handcuffs, not expecting you to practically throw yourself at both of them.

Tetsuro is able to catch you in his arms, you just grabbing onto him and trying to reach out for Kotaro too.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again” you sob, burying your face into Tetsuro’s chest and holding onto both men as tightly as you can. “Shh, you’re ok now, we’ve got you” Tetsuro comforts, Kotaro almost in tears at your words and actions.

He’s always been emotional and seeing you so sad and clinging onto both of them had Kotaro on the verge of tears. But he knew you needed to be punished.

“I’ll never try to leave ever again” you whisper, still sobbing and hiccuping through your words.

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[vampkaashis-wife]

may i request for a college au akaashi fluff fic where reader is childhood bffs with oikawa 🥺 no love triangle, just mutual pining/slow burn! thank you very much!

Congrats on being my first request, bestie!I loved writing this one so much wjaopsjsdn you have a rlly big brain 🧠

The first time Akaashi met you, he was scared.

Not because you looked mean or because you were mean or because of anything like that. He was scared because it had been a long time since he met anyone and had the idle, fleeting thought, “This one. I could spend a lot more time with this one and not get sick of them.”

Because you were kind. You knew about setting and seemed more mesmerized by the concept of it than spiking. Who does that? Besides volleyball nuts like himself and Bokuto, who does that?

As time goes on, the two of you consistently pairing up to peer review each other’s essays, you started talking about yourself more. He found out that you often went to Miyagi high school volleyball games. Fascinating. Did you know Karasuno?

(Yes, you knew Karasuno. Not well, though.)

Shiratorizawa, then.

(No, not quite. You have to bite back a grin, thinking of all the Shitty-torizawa jokes you’d been subjected to over the years.)

He finds that a bit peculiar. Someone with your knowledge about the game had to have attended a powerhouse school like Shiratorizawa. Like-

No way. Like Aoba Josai?

At that name, you grin. “Yeah. That’s my team! Shame Tooru didn’t get to go to nationals ever. Loser.”

Akaashi chokes on his own spit. Tooru? Like Oikawa Tooru? But he doesn’t ask because he’d rather shove his barely formed feelings away than rush to any kind of assumptions about this.

But is it really an assumption if your eyes noticeably softened as your lips said his name?

“What about you, Akaashi? You played in Tokyo, right?”

“Yeah,” he says after a heavy, lengthy pause. “Sure did.”

Tilting your head, you study him. Sure, Akaashi is often quiet, but this is a different sort of quiet. You’ve never seen him like this before, and you’re not sure if-

He’s not jealous of Tooru, is he? That’s ridiculous. Because Tooru is a loser with a volleyball for a brain and Akaashi is… Akaashi. He’s beautiful, kind, smart, and his voice alone made you fall in love on day one. His essays, half-assed as they are, continue to captivate you and pull you in. And most of all, he wouldn’t be interested in a girl like you.

Probably.

“You’re staring,” Akaashi mutters to his roommate, three tables away from you at the dining hall. You don’t seem to have noticed his presence, but he sure as hell has noticed yours. Kind of hard not to, all things considered.

With his mouth half-full, his roommate comments, “I just want to see who’s got you all day-dreamy. You’re the most focused guy I know, you know? I wanted to gauge for myself whether or not you’d work out, because honestly? I don’t believe all this you’re saying about how they don’t want you. Who wouldn’t want you? You’re fucking amazing.”

“Oh, do you want to date me, then?” Akaashi snaps. At the obvious unspoken, no, he finishes with viscious glee, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Who am I but a peasant next to the great Oikawa Tooru?”

“Keiji, not the poeticism. Please. You know you’re not actually a scrub.”

“Never said I was. I said I was a peasant.”

“Semantics.”

“You don’t even know what that word means.”

“Why are you attacking me right now? I’m on your side.”

“There are no sides. It’s just-“

“Akaashiiiiiiii.” Your voice in his ear is sudden, sending heat into his cheeks. He hadn’t heard you approach, not through the dining hall din, and especially not through his friendly smack-down with his roommate. “Can you come with me for a second? Tooru’s trying this new thing with his Argentina team, and I want to see if you can do it too.”

What Akaashi hears: “hey, bozo, try doing this thing my professional athelete boyfriend is trying so I can laugh at your failure.”

What you meant: “PLEASE try this because Tooru looked hot doing it and now I really need to see you do it because I think it would be seven times hotter if you did it oh my god please my imagination can only take me so far.”

Anyway.

Akaashi ends up muttering something about how he’ll never measure up to your almighty boyfriend - to which you are stunningly confused.

“Okay. Pause. When did I get a boyfriend, and why wasn’t I notified? And why do you think he’s better than you?”

Akaashi’s roommate raises his eyebrows almost into his hairline. “Keiji…”

“Aren’t you- Oikawa-san- is that not- I thought you-“

“Ew,” you whisper. “No, we’ve just been neighbors since elementary school. I think Iwa-chan is hotter than Tooru, and I think you’re hotter than both, so. Yeah.”

Oh no. Oh fuck. Oh help. What did you just say?

“You think I’m…”

Akaashi’s roommate looks ready to shit himself from excitement.

“Hot,” you finish for him. “I think you’re hotter than Tooru and Iwa-chan both. You’re hotter than both of them combined. Akaashi, don’t make me repeat it. This is embarrassing.”

“I, uh.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you on the court at 6? It’s a date, yes?”

“…it’s a date?” He repeats dumbly, still processing your revelation about how hot you apparently find him.

“Akaashi, I know you have a big brain in there. Maybe consider using it.”

With that, you bid your farewells, leaving a dazed Akaashi staring at the spot you’d vacated. “Did that just happen?”

His roommate groans. “I’ll never know why someone like them fell for an idiot like you. Get your act together. It’s 5:57, they want you on the court in three minutes. And you’re here doing what, exactly?”

Akaashi doesn’t think he’s ever run so fast in his life.

[bakubabes-tatakae]

There is now a weekly schedule and this will stay be featured in my navigation post if you need to find it. I will be updating this as often as possible with the things that will be out during the week. If they look like this it means they have already been released. I’m going to drop them usually at 10am eastern time. It might be a little earlier or later some days though.👏

I’m going to try to strive for a piece to come out every other day, but please, if I get behind stick with me. I’ve got a lot on my plate between work and school alone and try to do this in my free time for you all. Thank you for all your support. 🥺❤

Weekly Schedule is subject to change at any time!

Weekly Schedule:

From now until they are finished it will be 6k event pieces, fluffvember and kinktober catch up, and we'll be doing the twelve days of Christmas event. 😌

December 31st - Frozen Hearts Collab & Baby Baby Collab ( @drakendaydreams ) w/ Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Missed Weekly Pieces Coming:

Professor Uchiha || {NSFW} Sasuke x Reader (@konoblog-simps Collab Piece ❤)

Waning Love || Todoroki x Reader

Give It A Try || {NSFW} Zack Foster x fem!Reader

{NSFW} Zora Ideale x Reader x Yami Sukehiro Headcanons

Homemaker || {NSFW} Overhaul x Reader - Request: Can you do one with overhaul kidnapping a woman or man your choice and him telling them to cook and clean around the base but does not really threaten her or him to much and I love all your writing😍😍and you can do the rest ❤️❤️❤️

Double Trouble || {NSFW} Kiba x Reader x Kankuro - Request: Could you write a fic where kiba and kankuro dp someone? Its okay if not!

Hawks NSFW Sex Headcanons. - Request: Hi 😊 Congratulations on 4k! I'm so proud of you. This blog is amazing! Can I request some headcanons for Hawks with an S/O who only likes rough sex? Thank you ❤️

DILF Bokuto Headcanons

[tsukkismoonlight]

Hiiii! I just wanted to say I keep coming back to the Bokuto letter and the Nishinoya fic from the HQ exchange and just, thanks so much for crafting something from my two favorite HQ boys! Reading them over and over makes my day! (I keep trying to imagine a response to Bokuto's note but I also kinda like leaving it unanswered! 🤣) Anyway, because you definitely didn't have to 2x the gift but you did which was nice, so thaqqqnks! I'd be more than happy to write a fic request for you too! Just let me know! Hope you're having a great day!

Omgg thats so sweet 😭😭💗 im really glad to hear that you loved them!!! Writing for Noya (and Bokuto) is literally so much fun !!! You are so very welcome omg 🥺💖

And i mean 👀👀 anything Tsukishima Kei is my favorite

Also my day is going well!! I hope yours is great too !!

[aruhappy]

Everything I Love

Hi guys! These are the fics that I really love! Hope y’all enjoy and don’t forget to follow the writers and like + re-blog the fics after you read it╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

All the fics below are sfw(*´꒳`*)

ps: some links may be broken bcs the writers might have changed their username. but feel free to dm me if you find a broken link, ill try to find it🥺🙏🏻

One Piece

scenario

1. Donquixote Doflamingo

One piece in colours: Doflamingo

Playfully biting someone

Prompt #38: Tread carefully, [Name]. You’re on dangerous waters right now.

Doflamingo with fem s/o getting into an argument

Reincarnation

The thought of losing you scares me

Doflamingo: Kiss Event

First Date

2. Dracule Mihawk

You taste like moonlight

3. Crocodile

Crocodile: Kiss Event

4. Trafalgar Law

One piece in colours: Law

9 Drinks

Smile

Sunscreen Duty

Headcanons

1. Crocodile, Doflamingo, Kid - Watching their s/o coming back injured after a mission

2. Crocodile, Doflamingo, Mihawk - Falling in love for the first time

SFW Alphabets

1. Doflamingo

A-Z

Haikyuu

Scenario 

1. Matsukawa Issei

The set up

Ask me again

Guess who

Pick up the pieces

Loving before we even know how to

2. Sakusa Kiyoomi 

I thought WE were happy

3. Takanobu Aone

The Train

4. Kuroo Tetsurou

Since day one

Stay

Pushing you away

They get teased with someone else

5. Oikawa Tooru

Fake Marks, True Love

6. Akaashi Keiji

Fighting and Making Up

7. Ushijima Wakatoshi

Mafia au

Headcanons

1. Bokuto, Kiyoomi, Akaashi, Kuroo - That’s not my name

2. Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Ushijima - Teammates flirting with their crush

3. Many boys x reader - He makes you insecure 

4. Many boys - What makes their heart flutter

5. Many boys x reader - breaking up; breaking up pt2

6. Many boys - They hurt their s/o's feelings and apologize; pt2

7. Captains x reader - break up prank; pt2

8. Osamu x reader - Osamu headcanons

9. Tsukishima, Atsumu, Lev - You tell them to hide because your boyfriend is coming 

10. Oikawa, Akaashi, Tsukishima - They compare you to their ex; pt2

11. Many boys - Telling their s/o they are being too clingy; pt2

12. Tsukishima, Matsukawa, Kiyoomi - Their s/o thinking they want to break up

13. Theres too many, ill just give u the link to their masterlist lol. Yall should read the tiktok pranks

14. Many boys - tiktok pranks again hehe

15. Atsumu, Osamu, Iwaizumi - Haikyuu boys when they talk about you after a fight

16. Sakusa, Kuroo, Atsumu - Yelling at s/o in front of the team

17. Many boys - Falling asleep on them around their friends pt1; pt2

18. Many boys - Calling you clingy pt1; pt2

19. Kuuro, Osamu, Bokuto - When he lashes on you on a bad day

20. Many boys - Tell their s/o they embarrassed them pt1; pt2

21. Oikawa, Suga, Kuroo - They think you broke up with them; pt2

22. Many boys - Saying things they don't mean pt2; pt3 (iwaizumi's part really broke my heart💔)

23. Kuroo, Atsumu, Iwaizumi - Mentioning their ex during an argument; Iwaizumi pt

24. Many boys - I know who you pretend I am; pt2 (there are also the closure parts that u can find each on these links)

25. Kuroo, Suna, Atsumu - They make you flinch

26. Suna, Kuroo, Ushi, Asahi - Hot things they do

27. Many boys - When you tell them you are leaving during a fight

SMAU

1. Kuroo x reader - Zoom

2. Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader, Suna Rintarou x reader - Cupid

3. Terushima Yuuji x reader - Puppy love

BNHA

scenario

1. Takami Keigo

Angst

2. Bakugou Katsuki

Sleep

12:56 AM

Bakugou Katsuki

Model!y/n x Prohero!Bakugou

Black Clover

scenario

1. Yami Sukehiro

Being angry with his s/o

Attack on Titan

scenario

1. Erwin Smith

Was it that obvious?

Daiya no Ace

headcanons

1. Kuramochi Youichi - Falling asleep on him

Kuroko no Basuke

scenario

1. Aomine Daiki

I don't know the title lol

headcanons

1. Murasakibara Atsushi - Murasakibara Relationship

2. Murasakibara Atsushi - Murasakibara Relationship (different from no1)

Tokyo Revengers

scenario

1. Haitani Ran

Can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a while?

2. Hanma Shuji

(ps: y'all just have to read all of this person's writings. they are thatttt good, especially the how to run away with your boyfrienddd! i'll give u the masterlist link)

3. Shiba Taiju

Judgement

4. Wakasa Imamushi

Fake Dynamics

headcanons

1. Rin, Ran, Izana - Overprotective

2. Many boys - Green with jealousy pt1; pt2

3. Rin, Ran - Domestic activities with the haitani brothers

4. Many boys - Someone stared at them for too long

5. Mikey, Kisaki, Draken - Cuddles and hugs after arguments

6. Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya - Back 2 you

7. Ran, Rin - Being best friends with the haitanis

series

1. Sano Shinichiro - Your Babies (some parts are not swf, so yeaa dont forget to read the warnings)

Others

1. Final Fantasy

Estinien

2. Dazai Osamu

Jealousy

3. Kibutsuji Muzan

The Red Spider Lily

There are still many fics that i like and I’m trying to search it all because I read it a long time ago. So, yeah, I’ll keep updating this. Thankyou for giving fics I like a chance. Hope you guys enjoy it!\(//∇//)\

[doingitforbokuto]

hey can i request a short fic about bokuto cuddling an s/o for the first time who has a ticklish neck, and when bokuto nuzzled in they squirm or something like that, just fluff things ldkssj 🥺

aww of course! In case you haven‘t notice I so have a crush on Bokuto, he is the absolute best, I swear, so writing this was really nice :)

thanks for requesting!

Tickles

-> BOKUTO KOUTAROU

summary: Bokuto always makes you laugh, even without trying.

words: 933

It was the second time you had been over at Bokuto‘s place. Other than then first time you had spent time at his place you were actually going to take it easy this time. The last time you had met his parents, taken a little tour through the house, cooked something.. you barely even sat down. Before you knew it, the day was over and it was time for you to go home. It was easy to spend time with Bokuto, he was so energetic that he could always come up with something to do, you barely had to come up with your own ideas - but when you did, he was more than eager to get started on those too.

But that was on a weekend. This time around you decided to come over after school. Your boyfriend was always more than hyped to have you watch him during practice. Admittedly, it gave him extra energy to annoy his teammates but in the end, everyone was happy to see him being happy. Plus, he played really well when you were around. They had already asked you to come to their games in the future in order to prevent him from slipping into his infamous emo-mode.

So now that parctice was finished and you guys arrived at his home, he threw everything on the ground. His jacket, his bag, his shoes, everything littered the floor. Homework long forgotten - or probably never thought about - he threw himself onto the bed. You couldn‘t help but smile. Maybe you boyfriend was a beefcake, an absolutely impressive athlete but he was also the softest, sweetest man you had ever seen in your life.

You sat down next to him and soon enough he had curled himself around you from behind, you sitting on the edge of the bed and his body somehow wrapped around you like he was a baby. His head on one side of you, his legs on the other side, his arms snug themselves around your middle.

“Why don‘t you lay down with me on here?“

“..okay,“ you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “But don‘t try any funny business.“

He sat up as quickly as he had laid down. “I would never.“

“Okay, okay.“ You shushed him, pushing him over to the other side of the bed.

He slid over there faster than you could look, waiting for you to lay down next to him. He was sweet and childlike, looking at you with those big eyes, laying on his side, his hands clasped softly in front of his chest.

Carefully and slowly you laid down too, imitating his pose. Your faces were so close that it almost strained your eyes to look into his, your breath fanning over his face and his over yours, your noses just barely touching. Such quiet moments with someone who has Bokuto‘s energy levels are rare and they don‘t last long. Like right now.

“You‘re so cute!“ He suddenly exclaimed, throwing one arm around you, wriggling the other one beneath your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly could, his face pressing into your neck.

‘Oh no,‘ you thought, cramping up a little, trying not to squirm around.

“Like really,“ he said, “I‘m so glad I met you!“

It already tickled you when he only touched your neck but now that he was talking? His breath tickling you even more? Not good.

Still, you somehow managed to only squirm around a little, so much that Bokuto didn‘t yet notice it.

But of course, he just had to test your limits. You should have seen it coming that he was going to kiss your neck too. After all, Bokuto was someone who loved physical closeness over anything else. He started planting soft little kisses all over your neck without a care in the world.

But this - was a little too much.

You just couldn‘t hold your giggles in anymore, trying to push your beefcake off of you enough to let you breathe. “Bokuto!“ you managed to get out between surpressed laughs and short puffs of breath.

Finally, he pulled away.

“Hm?“ He really did look like an excited owl. “What‘s wrong?“

You wanted to answer him, but to speak you first needed some air. Seeing as you were not going to answer him immediately your oblivious boyfriend apparently thought that a good way to pass the time until you did was to kiss your neck a little more.

“Bokuto!“ You could barely even get his name out. Surely, you were going to either pass out or die due to the lack of oxygen in your lungs. Or pass out and then die.

To your luck, Bokuto seemed to get the hang of what was happening. Slowly, his head rose and his eyes widened. “You‘re ticklish,“ he whispered out, like it was the most amazing and mind-blownig thing he had ever discovered.

“Uh huh,“ you were still trying to catch your breath. “Glad you“ - wheeze - “noticed.“ - wheeze.

“Oh my God.“ Why was he still whispering? “That‘s so cute.“ He kissed the tip of your nose to underline his statement. “You are so cute.“

He moved onto your forehead, plastering it with kisses as well. Meanwhile, you were just trying to catch your breath. Finally, you asked: “Bokuto?“

“Hm?“ He pulled back a little.

“What are you doing?“ You smiled at him softly, still a little breathless.

“I‘m apologising! If you‘re ticklish there then that was probably uncomfortable for you!“

‘How did I ever get so lucky?‘ You thought to yourself. Little did you know, he was thinking the exact same thing.

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I hope that was kind of what you imagined!

[kybabi]

Hi!! You're a great writer I cried like 3 times at 2am yesterday bc of you and my boyfriend was agitated LOL. I have a whole new appreciation for angst <\3 can you do a scenario where you've broken up with them and they're trying to win you back? Would love to see it with atsumu oikawa and akaashi or maybe bokuto (although why would we break up with akaashi?? Literally an angel)

OMG EX FICS ARE SO🥺

i’m thinking of writing for this prompt and i had a couple other ones like it so hopefully they’ll be out soon!

[mango-bango-bby]

Mango baby the purge au with dabi was so good 🥺 will you pleease write one with Bokuto or Ushijima 👉🏻👈🏻 you can choose

♡ Emergency Broadcast System ♡

(A/N: Goodness, you all loved the Dabi purge au fic!! I’ve gotten so many requests to do more purge au with different characters!! I hope you like this 💖 I chose Bokuto cause I absolutely love him!! He’s so cute 🥺💕💕 )

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, kidnapping, breaking and entering

Summary: You’re chosen as a darling on purge night (Yan!Bokuto x GN!reader)

❥ Purge au, yandere purge au

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You watch your favorite show on your phone in front of you, invested in the story to hopefully distract you from what night it was. Purge night. The ‘yandere’ purge to be specific, yanderes being people who are obsessed and lovesick over another.

Darlings, the ones who yanderes obsess over are sent a letter, letting them know that someone is obsessed with them and coming for them on the purge night. You had never expected to be one of them though. Someone was so in ‘love’ with you, they were willing to kidnap you.

You flinch at the beeping from your phone and all electronics.

“This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the annual purge. At the siren, all-” the emotionless woman’s voice speak, the loud piercing siren echoing through the city and your ears. You let out a sigh after it ends. You had boarded up your house in an attempt to keep yourself safe.

You almost let out a scream at the sound of someone knocking on your door. The purge just started! Whoever’s after you could’ve hear already, right? Not unless they were... waiting outside for the purge to start.

Another set of knocks come from the door sends you hiding in the corner of the room. After all you had no where else to hide. However you had a wooden baseball bat bought a as a weapon, in case whoever they were got in.

The knocks turn into thumps until eventually a loud crack echoes through your apartment. They’re inside. You clutch the bat in your hands. Your hands are trembling despite the brave face you out on, ready to hit your yandere over the head and run away.

You silently wait, moving right next to the door, hoping to be able to hit their head when they enter. You hold your breath, hands shaking. The moment the door opens, you swing as hard as you can, squeezing your eyes shut and bracing for impact. You feel the bat hit something hard before opening your eyes.

“Woah, sweetheart! No need to be aggressive!” A man with white and black streaked hair says, a large smile on his face. He blocked the swing of your bat with his arm. Sure, it hurt but it didn’t hurt to bad. Although you were definitely aiming for his head.

You try to swing again, only for Bokuto (or a complete stranger to you) to grab the bat from your hands.

“Baby, calm down! Hey, hey, what’s with the waterworks?” Bokuto asks, seeing the tears in your eyes as you try to back away as if that would help you at all in your situation.

You had been caught. You have nothing to defend yourself. You guess you have no choice, especially considering he was much larger and clearly stronger than you.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[ceo-of-daichi]

Just want Daichi to call me baby girl is that too much to ask😭😩