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soranihimawari · 6 months

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1/100th of a Second

Or how a poor college student became the sweetheart off a popular rookie athlete in his debut season…

Warnings: none? Just a meet cute at Noehbi…?

Pairings: Bokuto Kotarō x (fem!)reader

Ratings: reunitedbest friends!->lovers

Based on this image i had commissioned from @/rrabittt

Love, as scientific experts say, can change the chemistry of your brain. Love, some romantics who write in the genre, say can happen as often as a clap of thunder in the storm. Love, as you know it, walked into the classroom of your fifth grade class and you feel your young heart fall instantly within 1/100th of a second when your eyes meet the most talkative boy in your class.

Sure, for the next four years, until you enter different high schools, you were inseparable. Taking naps, going to support each other’s sporting events, you name it, he was there for every win and you were there for his. It wasn’t until your middle school year was ending that you had to break the news to him up weren’t able to join him in at Fukurodani. He was devastated and he seemed to visibly deflate and poke around his bento.

“But it’s not like I’m going to be too far away, Bo,” you remind him. “You can always watch my games when I start the season in Hyogo. My mom went to Inarizaki too before moving here to Tokyo for university and she met my dad instantly and kicked off their love story…”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same! You’re gonna be 12+ hours away by bus even more so my walking…”

“The scouts saw me out perform everyone on the team this year even if we didn’t make it to the girls’ junior nationals…’m really sorry bokkun.”

That summer, before you packed up and left, you don’t let the fight you two had nearly three hours before you leave with your parents who would drop you off in another city, stop you from marching to his house in the pouring rain. You pounded on his door and when his older sister answered the door, she leans over her shoulder and you don’t wait for her to return with a towel. For once, you put your heart on the line and in true story book fashion, you bully your way into your best friend’s room:

“Bokuto Kotaru!”

He’s never heard you yet at him, but you at 14 years old knew how to get his attention without the yelling. He hit his growth spurt this year and is now at a comfortable height difference for you to reach up, cup his face and humble him with his first kiss being stolen by you.

“You’re insane,” he mumbles.

“Absolutely stark raving mad,” you jest back before hugging him. “Thought you should know I’ve been wanting to do that since we were ten.”

And so, you leave when he wishes you luck in Hyogo.

Almost a full three years later, you’re back in the city that bared and raised you. Tokyo was ever growing, ever expanding. It would be the same across the country in Hyogo. Sure you were a bit timid even in the past, however ever since your parents decided to split, you find yourself back in your hometown.

It's a weird feeling hearing your old friend in your new high school's gymnasium. Apparently, though you were studying at Nohebi (because they were still accepting transfer students right before the year had started), you happened to join a classmate to oversee her boyfriend's volleyball club training. That's when you see a few of the guys clad in ivory. The third team that were invited were a den of cats, and you seem to pick up this was a pre-pre season face off. Noehbi's vice captain nudges one of the others whom your girl friend from class waves toward and you are introduced to Daisho Suguru. His rival, the tall guy in red, still insults him, but you sort of laugh at their banter. However, your attention goes to the third young man clad in the ivory and gray practice uniform. Sure, you haven't seen each other in three years, but you can tell he sort of filled out: chest and torso was worked out on a weekly focus rotation; his legs were covered with compression leggings which only accentuated his...other assets; and oh my god, you realize he's walking toward you.

"Excuse me," you smile at Daisho and his-your-girl friend, and you respond when you know Bokuto's voice has changed to a little raspier one than before. "Bo?"

"YN?"

You both chuckle and you let Daisho make the call to have the first practice match be between Nekoma (red team you found out later) and Nohebi, begins. WInner of that match will square off with one of the five top aces in the year.

Hours later, you're seen walking in the opposite direction of your own home, reconnecting with the boy you stole your first kiss from at 14. You fill him in on your life, even your parents divorce, "so the judge agreed I was old enough to choose who and where I wanted to live, so I came back home...with my dad."

"Cool, but y'know, 'm sorry they split," Bokuto says, holding your hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Me too, but I'm glad they're living their own truths now," you reply, shyly combing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll be here through the end of our third year. So, I’ll be seeing you more I guess.”

He hums, nodding along.

“Once an old friend, always an old friend,” Bokuto beams.

You don’t bring up the time you literally gave him his first kiss, that memory could burn for all you care. Awkward and all, however that was three years ago and as his house comes to view, he asks you something a bit…sweet?

“Want to come in?”

You, who think nothing of it, agree, stepping across the threshold of the front door you’ve came through so many times. His house is lively with with sisters and even the eldest one now is finally expanding the family. Her sweet smile invites conversation, but thankfully after you had said your greetings, she understands her kid brother more than anyone else. The middle sisters are gushing over the latest sonograms of their eldest sibling while Bokuto chimes in with being named a godparent almost immediately.

“Well, if I make Koutaro a god parent, then,” his expecting sister glances at you. “I’d have to make you one too I guess.”

Your cheeks are burnt sunset orange when Bokuto pulls you away from the kitchen saying something about homework.

“They are as lively as ever…So, your one-san is expecting? That’s something I wasn’t expecting when you told me she was gonna come home for a few months and travel back I think before she gets too far along…You an uncle? That’s also great too,” you ramble a bit. You take an opportunity to see the achievements he made with being the ace for the volleyball clubs since your move, spotting the article framed of him and his near perfect posture for a pipeline spike.

“Bokuto,” your voice is gentle. “Why did you invite me inside?”

He places his things down at the corner of his bed before sitting on the edge of it.

“Because I missed you way more than I imagined.”

Considering you’re standing by his desk right now, you arch an eyebrow, but you shrug your shoulders.

“I’m sorry I didn’t write or call,” you confess. “I didn’t have enough time to ask for a computer at the time. I mean, I had tablets, sure, but we didn’t make it a point to trade social media.”

“Come here,” he holds your hand. You listen to him and walk toward him until you’re close enough he hugs you; a hand of yours rustles his hair. You chuckle slightly amused when he nuzzles his cheek against your torso.

“Affectionate as always,” he hears you say. His eyes light up and he chooses to ask you something a bit bolder.

“Mind if I do something?”

You shake your head before asking if he’s attempting to flirt with you (again).

“So what if I am,” Bokuto loves it when you tease him a bit. His lips find yours after he guides you to sit on his lap for a bit. There’s a smile you feel post him pecking your lips as he finally decides to take a chance for you both. For the boy who cares and emotes too much to find the person who inspired him to return after some time, having you return his affections meant the world to him.

So when future you had honed your skills in obtaining your degree in public relations, you stand in the press room with the rest of the rookie volleyball players from the Monster Generation, a sparkly stone shines on your finger when just a regular ace answers a question from the press.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #sfw piece

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s0dium · 2 years

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Omfg hello, friend!!! Just saw your dilf!Bokuto blog n I gotta say, <333. Yup that’s it, that’s the tweet.

Anyway, I have some suggests/reqs if you don’t mind;

Dilf!Iwaizumi, he’s busy, right, but he somehow always makes time for his children, his daughters are his priority always. Poor man is a divorcee, his needs have not been met for a while. He takes an interest in a fellow athletic trainer at his gym, n decided that he wasn’t too old to have a fuck buddy.

Something like this!! Sorry my brain just ran dry as I wrote this 🤪

A/n: YESIIRRRR, I changed it so y/n isnt an althetic trainer but they meet at the gym and she is a baby sitter.

Warnings: Breeding, pre-ejactulation

Dilf Iwa who is a big guy, towering at 6 feet with toned muscles from years of training

Dilf Iwa who is just the picture perfect dad, always making time for his daughters, always packs their lunch and picks them up from school, all the moms and teachers fawn over him.

Dilf Iwa who is just so damn tired though :( he wants to relax, a helping hand with the kids would never hurt. He's tired of spending the nights alone, with only his hand for comfort.

Dilf iwa who meets you at the gym. He's seen you here before, you'd usually be picking up kids from swim practice or karate, something like that. And now here you are, trying to figure out how to use some leg machine which you cant figure out for the life of you.

Dilf iwa who is so helpful and the two of you get to talking. He picks up on the way your eyes light up when he mentions he isnt married

Dilf iwa takes you out on a few dates first, lets you get comftorable with a man as big as him before bringing you to his house

Dilf iwa who looses his mind when he finally gets to bury is dick inside of you. Its been so gosh darn long for him, and your just so warn and tight

Dilf iwa who lasts only a few minutes, giving up to your exquisite heat too fast but is ready to go again in seconds

Dilf iwa who says he 'forgot' a condom and spills himself in you over and over, so when he pulls out globs of cum pours out of you

Dilf Iwa who believes in love looking at how pretty you look sleeping so peacefully the morning after

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #iwazumi smut #iwazumi x reader #iwa smut #iwa x reader

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nishloves · 11 months

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seventeen as haikyuu!! characters;

i know i know, it's been done a lot of times but i couldn't help but put a take on it by myself!

part-1 of svt as anime! series

choi seunghcheol - kuroo tetsuro

hear me out!!! perfect protective tease bf feeling?? captain but make sure they hear everyone's opinions, isn't too soft but loves their team, oh don't tell me he isn't kuroo!

yoon jeonghan - oikawa

pls the handsome, the drip, the way they both feel effortless but they aren't, you may not believe it but oikawa did hold his team together and so does jeonghan, i would have said he was more like suga but due to his prankster mind, i was like nah, he's oikawa fs

hong jisoo - sugawara

please, like he would be someone else! they both are angelic, mom type, and the sweetest with their fair share of idiocies and madness, but both of them are hella supportive and they look alike too! (or is it just me?)

moon junhui - lev haiba

pls they both are memes, handsome and so confident and optimistic, you can't say that they don't match! remember the first impression of lev? oh, he would be a badass player, he's so serious, so scary, bro is a freaking meme, so is jun.

kwon soonyoung - bokuto

the dedication! the green flag! the behaviour! the pouts! the sulkiness! the crackhead energy! self understandable

jeon wonwoo - tsukishima

okay okay, i went on aesthetics (I admit) i might be a bit biased here but aren't they very similar? sassy yet sweet and pro gamers? secretly works hard a lot! ambitious as hell but it's not visible (he would prolly also fit kenma!)

lee jihoon - kenma kozuma

okay, i have a reason alright, the brain of the group, the reserved one who watches people have fun at afar and feels content by it, doesn't mean that they aren't included or won't speak!

xu minghao - kita / kageyama

i know, they aren't same at all but the aesthetics of both 🤌🏻 on side note i feel like minghao would prolly be semi (because of aesthetics again)

kim mingyu - iwaizumi

kind of mom of the group but is the dad of the group? idk why but it seemed most appropriate for him, i actually wasn't able to think of anyone for mingyu, but he fit the most (imo)

lee seokmin - tanaka

crackhead, crackhead, crackhead, crackhead, yet i am serious when i have a game.

boo seungkwan - nishinoya

the mood makers, the social butterflies, the ones who can be serious when they want and be an absolute meme the next second.

chwe hansol - aakashi

fight me but he is aakashi, i would accept no further comments. look at them!

lee chan - hinata

why? the twinkle in eyes, the determined spirit, the sweet behaviour, the hardwork, everything, you tell me why he is not hinata? (it was also based on aesthetics)

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easybrainrot34 · 1 year

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Haikyuu boys helping u when your not in a good mental space

My mental health is in a real shit place so here is who I think would be fantastic to have around when ur not in a fun mental space. Also ignore the different spellings and grammar shit, i didn't feel like editing it

Daichi

* I feel like he has a sixth sense when it comes to people having bad mental health around him

* Like he just feels ✨the vibes✨

* He will be ur free therapist

* Or if ur not a touchy person or don’t like to talk about ur feelings he will just sit and remind u he’s here for u

* Sometimes painfully optimistic

* Just like….good dad energy

Yams

* I feel like he would be like “dude same”

* Like he’s also going through it but will prioritize u over himself (also don’t fucking do that, u matter)

* “Have u tried a weighted blanket? It was a lifesaver when I found out about them”

* He does do a good job tho of not letting u spiral

* Will get u ur favorite snacks bc he’s not quite sure what to say

Bokuto

* Oh he tries his best

* I feel like bokuto has not fantastic mental health (and the only one who reallly sees it is Akaashi)

* He is also like painfully optimistic

* Like u could be ranting about some life bs and he goes “don’t worry it will pass and life will get better!!☺️”

* U know he’s coming from a genuinely sweet place but it’s not always what you need to hear

* If you’re love, language is physical touch/you’re a very touchy person. He will cuddle the shit out of you!

* Even if you don’t wanna talk in all you need is like a hug he 👏🏻is 👏🏻there👏🏻 for 👏🏻you

* Will send u his ‘asmr that helps’ playlist that contains ‘ur gonna be ok’ and ‘helping u calm down form a panic attack’ will a text saying “it really helps, give it a chance.”

* Man will just show up at ur house too with ur fav shit

* He doesn’t care how you look or what your depression pit is at he will help you clean up and help you try to restore peace

Kenma

* Honestly this man has like a “404 error” when it comes to things like this

* He will usually let you get all your feelings out but at the same time he is digging around in his brain for what Kuroo and yaku tell him when he’s not doing good

* Prob texting kuroo or hinata asking wtf to do

* Kenma would never share any of your struggles/tea he will always be vague when asking for advice

* Sometimes if he’s really lost he will just go “have u ever talked to kuroo or Akaashi about this stuff? They r better at this then I am tbh”

* HOW FUCKIN EVER man will listen to ur every work and will always make sure u feel listened to

* If u have some bs drama going on he will recall older shit being like “wait they r still on their bullshit??”

* Overall great man to rant to

Akaashi

* He’s here for u

* He just gets it

* Not the most physically comforting person, but will make sure you are ok

* He will make sure u keep up with everything

* “R u taking ur meds?” “Make sure u eat and drink some water.” “Don’t forget to take the cups out of ur room.”

* He’s got ur back

* Along with Kenma, he won’t ever spill any of ur struggles or secrets that is no one’s business beside your own or who you tell

* Will remind u tho that he isn’t a therapist, and will suggest that you talk to one

* Will even help you find one that’s actually good

Honestly I could keep going but I feel like this already pretty long.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#anime #mental health #daichi sawamura #daichi #Yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #kotaro bokuto #bokuto #akaashi #keiji akaashi #x reader #kenma #kenma kozume #brains proper work

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Could you please write about Bokuto falling in love with a pregnant reader (like really pregnant 6-8 months) love at first sight thing. Maybe he saw her struggling to get her groceries in her car and he offered to help. Maybe he slips in a little 'wheres your husband' and she replies with 'no husband, baby's dad is not in the picture'. They become friends and fall for eachother more. His family and friends think he's insane for wanting to take a baby that isn't his and so quickly into the relationship. But they love eachother. Please make it as long as you want and as fluffy as you want. Please please include a part where they are out at a festival and he stands behind her holding up her belly so she has some relief from the weight, it honestly feels the best ❤️

Bestie this is the best thing I’ve read, absolutely gorgeous love what you’ve done here with this thought?? Like I mean wow, simply melting my brain because this is so sweet???tysm for requesting this I love it!!!if anyone wants to see anything else pls let me know because I love requests so much!!

Tw- everything in the request, pregnant reader, birth, Bokuto’s family disapproves, cursing, absent father,description of the baby weighing on readers back and kinda causing readers back to compress

When you’d met Bokuto you hadn’t been to far along, of course with that being said you did have a noticeable bump.

You’d been trying to put your groceries in your car, and god for if you bring the cart outside of the store with you, needless to say Bokuto watched you drop at least half your groceries as you waddled out the store…

He was a gentleman however and helped you pick them all up, by that I mean he literally took the groceries from your hands and picked up all the other groceries…definitely to show off his strength but he won’t say that.

“Dad’s got you doin all the shopping?” He says in a joking manner and you mumble.

“Wish…bastards not in the picture.” Yoh continue to grumble a bit about your baby’s biological dad’s shitty behavior and he lets out a little chuckle.

Your brows furrow, “you think that’s funny” you ask hands placed on your hips as you stare up at him.

“Oh god no” he quickly corrects as he waved his hands around, “never, just think it’s funny he was willing to leave such a pretty lady.” He watches as you fluster pulling your sweater closer to yourself before moving to dig in your purse.

“Your reward” you tell him jokingly when you hand him your phone number scrawled down on your crumpled receipt.

Before you knew it Bokuto was asking you on a date, “it’d be fun!” You giggled a bit before agreeing.

Bokuto, obviously enamoured and happy that your date had gone well told his mother and sisters, “she’s so nice and I think she’s perfect. She just gets me” he rambles as he practically throws himself onto the couch.

“Your sitting on me” his sister squeals as she removes her foot from underneath her elder brother.

“Didn’t you say she was pregnant…” his mother calls from the kitchen.

“She is!” He says excitedly, “and she’s already got a name picked out for the baby and she showed me photos of her!! She’s so cute” he coos happily as he remembers how happy you looked when he asked about ultrasounds you’d quickly dug around in your purse pulling the photos out as you show him animatedly pointing out every detail of the tiny baby.

“And you think that’s the person you should be with” his mother is standing near the kitchen now, her brows are furrowed disappointment clear as she cries her hands with a small kitchen towel.

That was the first of many times his family had tried to dissuade him from committing to you, especially before the baby was born.

When you’re eight months pregnant Bokuto begs you to come along to a small festival in town with his family. Reluctantly you agree, after hearing how his family didn’t really approve of you, you couldn’t help but be nervous.

“You must be y/n” his mother greets as you stand beside him, the whole encounter is awkward and choppy and you don’t like it very much.

But before you know it you’ve ended up in line for a small little food booth Bokuto’s mother and sisters huddled in the front of you and Bo before they order their food.

You both volunteer to wait around for the food and meet them at the bench.

He watches the way your back seems compressed as you finally lean forward trying to take some of the weight of your belly away.

“It hurts” You mutter, “she’s getting heavy” you’ve tilted your head back.

“Wish I could hold her for you” he says with a sad smile, you grin widely.

“…you can” you take his hands in your own making him lift a lot of the weight from your belly effectively reliving a lot of the pressure she’d been placing on your back.

The second time that his family really all sees you is at the hospital, your close to sleep and Bokuto is sat in the corner, “hi baby” they watch him whisper to the tiny girl who gurgles softly wrapping her little hand around his finger.

“She has all her fingers and toes?” You slur, he nods, “she’s perfect”

He kisses your forehead softly before gently placing the baby into your arms, his family watches fondly from the door, maybe they had been wrong about everything…

Pls let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I love requests so much this was so good😭

Part two!!

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #dad!bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #Bokuto x single mom!reader #bokuto x female reader #dad!Bokuto x reader

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Mom my kids are finally registered for school and start Monday, they're doctors gave me huge issues about getting their freaking shot records of all things which I need for them to be enrolled, but now I can stop thinking about how the Haikyuu dad's would react to dropping their kids off at school on the first day. It's infecting my brain lmfao.

Oh my god this idea is so freaking adorable 🥺🥺🥺 please we need all the dads!!!

Featuring Bokuto, Atsumu and Oikawa

No warnings, all fluff 🥰

Let me know if you want me to do more characters! Honestly these are so cute!

Bokuto

Cries, balls, literally enters emo mode for the entire rest of the week

His little princess is starting school and he's not ready 😫

You've done everything you possibly can to prepare your daughter and she's ready

But your husband on the other hand 😬

"Kotarou you can't just stand by the door waiting for her to come out of school. Thats super creepy and also, she's fine!" You say, trying to console your deflated husband

"YN she's so little! What if someone picks on her? What if she gets lost? Oh my god should be have bought her a cell phone???" Bokuto exclaims, fully freaking out.

You sigh, hugging your husband from behind and rest your head in his shoulder, "Ko she's 5, I promise she will be ok! I have a great idea, how about we head home and we can pick her up together before you head to afternoon practice! Then you can see how awesome her first day was!"

Bokuto just nods in agreement, knowing you are right but still saddened that his first born is growing up right before his eyes.

Atsumu

The silent worrier

Seriously he acts composed but he's not

Will watch out the window a full hour before your son's bus is due to arrive so he won't miss it

"That's it, I'm calling the school!" Atsumu says, throwing his hands up and walkingnto his phone.

"Sumu stop it! It's still 5 minutes before the bus is suppose to arrive," you say rolling your eyes and taking cookies from the oven

"YN the bus schedule says drop off time between 2:50 and 3:05, it is now 3:01! Don't ya think they are cutting it a bit close?" Atsumu shouts as you stand there, staring at your moronic husband.

"Sumu, it's going to be fine! The first week of school is always hectic. Give the poor bus driver a break and stop being such a stickler."

"I'm not a stickler YN! There is nothing wrong with holding people accountable for the actions," Atsumu explains

In reality, he's barely holding it together. The thought of your son being away from him for so long is breaking his heart.

Oikawa

The most prepared yet dramatic

Has personally purchased the list of school supplies and color coordinated everything

Will start new traditions with your daughter that he will continue into her college years

"Ok sweetie! Wave at the camera for Uncle Iwa, Makki and Mattsun!" Your husband says, waving his fingers in the air and being so freaking adorable.

"Toru, you've take at least 50 pictures not to mention you documented her entire morning routine on your Instagram reels," you say, arms crossed as you watch your husband fuss of your daughter.

"YN this is a big moment for us, please don't ruin it," Toru says as you roll your eyes at him.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you in the car before your dad realizes that your hair is totally lopsided," you say, leading your daughter to your car and slightly teasing your husband.

"YN why didn't you say anything earlier?" Toru cries as you just laugh.

He just wants everything to be so perfect for his precious baby.

#my lovely bbys #live action headcannons 🤣#follower headcannons #bokuto kotaro fluff #atsumu miya fluff #oikawa toru fluff #dad! bokuto #dad! atsumu #dad! oikawa #haikyu fluff #gender neutral reader

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134340am · 2 years

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for the madeup fic game, idk why my brain immediately thought of the words "banana bread" but here i am with the title "banana bread" if you can think of anything 😂

hello my pretty rae! happy tuesday <3

for banana bread, i'm thinking of a light-hearted crack fic where bokuto is cursed at birth to drop any and all foods that he compliments after the first bite.

it started when he was a kid, just a little guy at the park chomping down on some ice cream on a hot summer's day. he's saved up enough to try a new flavour—today's treat is strawberry ice cream encased in a thin layer of mochi. "yum," he mutters to himself after the first bite: a small, tentative one, where he rolls the flavour about on his tongue afterwards. when he goes in for a second, bigger bite, he drops his ice cream.

fuck.

bokuto swears by his dad's toast. it somehow tastes better, though it's just toast? the outside is a stunning golden brown, the balance between the crunchy crust and the pillowy insides is perfect, and the little pad of butter his dad slides on top the hot toast is just the right amount—enough to coat the entire surface of his breakfast without getting it soggy and greasy.

"it's just toast, but it's awesome every single time, pa," he once said through a generous mouthful of said toast, before his fingers twitch and his breakfast goes barrelling towards the floor.

gravity 1, bokuto 0.

(screw this shit, he hates it here.)

he's mindful of his compliments to the chef now. pizza, beef rice bowls, cold soba in the summer and hot oden in the winter: whatever he's eating, bokuto's careful to express his appreciation for the food only after he's had at least half of it.

until he met you.

the humble bakery down the street serving the freshest pastries has been the fruit of your labour for the past five years. lemon pound cake, pain au chocolat, darling little vanilla cupcakes and giant chocolate chip cookies—your menu is sure to satisfy anyone with a sweet tooth. your best seller, however, is your banana bread: the caramelised exterior and fluffy interior, in addition to the overpowering smell that wafts through the street every morning, had people queueing up long before your bakery opens.

bokuto is no exception.

he's almost in tears when he tries your banana bread for the first time, teeth sinking into the crispy crust to find the soft sponge underneath and a satisfied hum already brewing in the back of his throat.

before he can help himself, he speaks, "this is the best banana bread i've ever had."

shitshitshit, he shouldn't have said that.

bokuto cringes, awaiting the familiar numbness to take over his fingers, awaiting the dreaded fall of the delicious banana bread from his hand...

...but it never comes.

when he opens his eyes, he's puzzled to find the golden-brown square still intact between his thumb and index finger. huh, that's weird.

"this banana bread is— it's, um. amazing. delicious. wonderfully tasty," he tries, eyes fixated on the dessert. he even takes another bite for good measure, nibbling at the corner where a bit of caramelised crust has formed. he starts rambling when nothing happens. "this banana bread is lovely. i'd eat it everyday, for breakfast and lunch and dinner. maybe even supper, but my trainer says i shouldn't eat too late or i'll mess up my circular rhythm. my circulator rhythm? what's the damn word— anyways, this is good. like, great good."

nothing happens. his little slice of banana bread, now down to a piece the size of his thumb, sits unharmed in his hands.

a grin breaks across his face, lighting up the room almost immediately. "holy shit!"

"holy shit is right, sir." you slide into the seat opposite his, armed with another slice of banana bread on a plate. your smile mirrors his, amusement decorating your pretty features, and bokuto feels his heart rate pick up even more—something he didn't know was possible.

"i'm glad you like my banana bread. it's our bestseller, and you probably know that, but nobody's really complimented it the way you have." you laugh good-naturedly, sliding the plate across the table. bokuto's eyes flick from your face to the bread and back, heart soaring.

"well, i hope you know i was telling the truth," he starts, almost shyly. "would you, um, like to share this piece?"

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it!

#omfggggggg this turned into a whole ass DRABBLE i am so sorry rae i got carried away... >o<#but yes!!! this is a fic i would write (and have now written i guess) if banana bread was the title #inspired by how for the longest time i'd drop whatever i was eating if i complimented it after the first bite #i'm still mourning my garlic bread... and steamed corn... and chicken skewer.... that i've dropped in the past...#anyways thank you so so much for asking <3 i hope you liked this! heh #okay i'm gonna tag so i don't let my hard work go to waste heh don't mind meeeee #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #bokuto fluff #yuna writes #ask yuna #beloved rae

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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@meloomi @icedhoneyy I’m so sorry, the brainrot was too much-

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As far as Osamu knew, he was running away from something.

It wasn’t anything scary, but he and Kita-San were making an absolute mad dash for what seemed like the gate- though he couldn’t tell you where they were- but were suddenly stopped by an ice cream man, which Kita-San seemed to think was vital for their escape.

However, the ice cream man started to cry when Osamu tried to keep running away, and he wouldn’t let the pair pass, so Osamu-

“Uncle ‘Mu!” A tiny voice whines, prompted by a small smack on his cheek, making Osamu jerk awake from his rather bizarre dream in surprise. His grey eyes fly open and he forces them to focus on the figure next to him on the bed, blinking and sighing in relief when his brain registers it’s only his niece disturbing his sleep.

At any other hour, he would’ve been thrilled to see his niece, but at 1:42 in the morning…

“Hisako,” he yawns rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm. “Why’re you up?”

“Nightmare,” she whimpers, voice warbled slightly from suckling on her stuffed dog’s ear. “S-scared…”

Immediately, he rises on his elbows to look at her wide, glimmering eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” he hums, voice rasped with sleep. “I’m sorry you had a scary dream.” His legs swing out from the bed and he grabs a discarded shirt from the floor. After he slips it on, he opens up his arm for her to crawl into and snuggle, which she does needily. “What’s gonna help put that smile back on your face, hm?” He prompts his question with a soft pinch of her cheek, and she giggles and ducks her face away.

“Uhm…” wide honey eyes roll in thought. “Can I have s’me chocolate milk?” She asks, spitting out the dog ear to give Osamu the biggest, sweetest begging eyes he’s ever seen.

He lets out a deep sigh and a chuckle, “you are definitely my niece,” he says, laughing softly. “Alright, yeah. Let’s go have some chocolate milk.” He rises from the bed and scoops Hisako up and into his arms, drowsily walking through his home to the kitchen.

He plops her down on the counter with a soft hum and a kiss to her head, only parting to grab two glasses- one mug with his college mascot on it, hers a plastic cup with an ocean scene on it- and shuffle to the fridge.

“Uncle ‘Samu?” Hisako asks, voice muffled around the dog’s ear.

“Yeah baby?”

“What do growed-ups dream about?” She asks, honey eyes blinking up at him curiously. Osamu hums in thought as he pours the milk and grabs the chocolate syrup, pouring more than a hefty amount in each cup like she and him like.

“Well,” he sighs, grabbing a spoon and stirring the chocolate vigorously. “We dream about… lots of things.”

“Like?”

Osamu snorts, “like,” he passes her the milky spoon for her to lick clean. “I dream about your dad a lot; sometimes it’s normal things, like him coming by and asking for a huge bowl of miso soup-“ at his emphasis, Hisako giggles around the spoon, and he smiles at the sound. “Other times, he’s a super secret spy with a pen that shoots lasers, and he rides a motorcycle with Uncle Bokuto’s face on it.” This, thankfully, has Hisako cackling, and he chuckles himself as he passes the milk to her tiny hands, murmuring a soft “two hands” to remind her how to hold her cup steady. “Even tonight, I had a dream with Uncle Shin, and he… well, I don’t really know what we were doing to be honest.”

She takes a sip and looks up at Osamu with excited eyes and a milk mustache, “does that mean no more nightmares?”

“Well,” he sighs, taking a sip of his chocolate milk. “Not necessarily, babyface.” She deflates, and Osamu kicks himself. “They certainly don’t happen as much, but when grown ups have nightmares…” he pauses to think, and when he looks down at her still intrigued face, he smiles and wipes her lip with his thumb.

“We’re able to think of the things that make us feel better.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” he rolls his eyes around in thought. “Like you make me feel better. And I’d fight every monster in the world if it meant I could see my bestest friend.” Hisako nods as she takes a long sip of her milk, hanging onto his words. “Or… the doggie I passed on the street-“

“I like doggies!”

“-I know stinky,” he chuckles. “And I think about how soft its fur was.” He polishes off the rest of his milk with a sigh of refreshment. “Maybe that’s something you could do; think about all the things that make you happy. Then no monster stands a chance against the good dreams you’ll have.”

She beams up at him before discarding her glass of milk to the side, reaching her arms up to have him lift her. “I take it you’re done?” Osamu asks, to which she nods happily. “Alright then. Let’s get you back into bed. Gotta get some sleep if you’re gonna help me at Onigiri Miya tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah!” She says excitedly, popping the dog’s ear back into her mouth and resting her head in the crook of Osamu’s neck. “I like your chocolate milk more than when daddy makes it, Uncle ‘Samu,” she mumbles, and Osamu can hear the bliss in her voice as he carries her to his bedroom to hopefully ward off any more nightmares that dare want to plague her mind.

He snorts, “‘cause I make it right.”

He puts her body on one side of the bed before climbing into his side, and when he’s finally able to settle back in, he smiles as Hisako is nearly back to sleep, her doggies ear in her mouth and fingers gripping the corner of Osamu’s pillow for comfort.

“Good night, Hisako,” he says softly, turning back on his stomach and nuzzling into his pillow, careful to avoid her tiny fingers.

“Night uncie,” she mumbles, voice light with sleep and head nuzzling into her own pillow on her side of the bed.

Lovingly, he moves a lock of hair out of her face, watching her lips rise and fall with the sleepy breaths falling from them, and despite knowing he’s going to be a wreck getting up in the morning, he can’t be mad about the memories he’s making with his favorite person.

A good night indeed.

#don’t look at me #not a word #uncle Samu and I are married and I need you all to respect that-#osamu miya #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya imagine #osamu miya haikyuu #miya osamu haikyuu #miya osamu #miya osamu fluff #miya osamu imagine #uncle!osamu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #uncle!au #uncle!haikyuu au #uncle!hq

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feralmushro0m · 2 years

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recycling old drawings while i wait for my brain to be good at drawing again!!

single dad bokuto n his daughter bonding👨‍👧

#bokuto kotaru #haikyuu!!#bokuaka #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu art #bokuto fanart #haikyuu anime #digital art #digital illustration #hq #hq headcanons #hq fanart #hq bokuto

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myreygn · 1 year

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random hcs for parker’s ocs

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @knizmokat, i hope you have the most amazing day, ilysm!!

i really hope you like these because trust me when i say random i mean random, but i tried my best for you! <3

(also it’s almost 3am here so if my brain isn’t fully fried it’s your birthday already, I AM POSTING THIS NOW)

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SASHA

unable to draw anything aside from stick figures and even those are ugly af

his art teacher insisted that everyone can draw until she saw sasha’s work

when the rest of the class gets a new assignment, she allows him to write an analysis over a painting of his choice instead and sasha is more than fine with that

almost always has his hair in a pony tail but unable to do a bun

asahi tried to teach him for 30 minutes and almost cried because it just kept felling apart for no apparent reason

picks the most terrifying stuff you could think of for movie night

managed to scare suga with one of his horror movie picks and has been banned from choosing anything other than u-rated movies ever since

physically unable to sleep without his kirby plushie

a gymnastically talented little mf, can do cartwheels and splits and walk on his hands like it’s nbd

once made a front flip over his hands during practice, scoring a point for his team by hitting the ball over the net with his feet

the absolute proudest moment of his life and he’s still mad that no one has it on video

RYUZAKI

unfazed by tragic movies but fucking bawled his eyes out over encanto (you know why parker)

has all of his fineliners sorted by color and will never ever let noya borrow them in class after doing it once and almost getting a stroke from the sheer chaos that ensued

a little control freak in general

all of his stuff has a designated place and if it’s not where it’s supposed to be he’ll die

open to all kinds of music but an absolute elitist when it comes to “the big ones”

do not talk to him about the history of rock and metal unless you’ve memorized every dio song in existence

also has zero tolerance for any so called disrespect towards his greatest musical inspirations

blocked tanaka for saying “poison? the rita ora song?” and only unblocked him after daichi scolded him for being an idiot

cannot handle horror at all

can and will sucker punch noya for giving him a scare in a devil mask out of reflex

halloween is the bane of his existence

KOGANEI

an absolute athletic multi talent

there’s no sport in existence this man can’t do

show him how to swing a baseball bat and he says “oh like this?” and scores a homerun

he’s also a theatre kid but only the dancey stuff so newsies is right up his alley

can do the entire choreography for king of new york and also hit the high note in santa fe

sails through all his classes as we’ve already established and once sang the build up from before the breakdown from we are the tigers under his breath, making akaashi cry

“‘cause you’re the score you got on sats...” - “YOU GOT A FUCKING 110 I’M BEGGING YOU TO SHUT THE HELL UP”

can do a perfect impression of kermit the frog and it’s a hit at parties

an adrenaline junkie at amusement parks (same tho he has good taste)

it cannot be high, fast or dangerous enough

“there’s no such thing as too many loopings!”

laughs at dad jokes

KUROSAKI

quotes old movies like it’s nobody’s business

once muttered “see how love flies out the door” at the sight of yamamoto and lev fighting for the last piece of roast beef and got absolutely ecstatic when kuroo turned around and went “did you just make a cabaret reference”

literally don’t ask him if he’s seen any movie made after the 90s. he hasn’t.

knows a shit ton of stuff about astrology

knew everyone’s sun and moon sign by their personalities alone

“wow so you believe in that?!” “nah”

can nap everywhere and it’s a gift until one day he falls asleep during a practice match and gets one of bokuto’s spikes in the face

he’s in the hospital for two days but he claims it was worth it

also a theatre kid but only for the classics

thinks west side story is an unmatched masterpiece and will not listen to anyone who has a different opinion

lactose intolerant but cheese is too good

KEITA

really into scrapbooking

has tons of scrapbooks for all kinds of stuff he likes

made one for each third year about their time on the team together and gives it to them at the end of the year (they all cry)

has the most beautiful handwriting known to man

he once gave goshiki his notes for studying and goshiki thought he had used some super fancy font on microsoft word

will not leave the house without nail polish on and always has a spare bottle with him

would rather die than admit it but he loves ghibli movies

the tale of the princess kaguya is his favorite (BECAUSE HE HAS TASTE) and he has very strong opinions about ponyo

like. way too strong opinions, considering that it’s ponyo.

it makes him cry

refuses to participate in tendou’s whistling contests and claims it’s stupid but actually just can’t whistle and is too ashamed to admit it

snorts when he laughs too hard which absolutely infuriates him

DAISUKE

this man can fucking BAKE

brings a bunch of cupcakes to practice to surprise iwaizumi on his birthday and everyone is floored

they look like pinterest photos fr

creates his own recipes and sometimes posts them online, they all have at least 4.8 stars

people always assume he’s all bark no bite but he’ll try to fuck you up if you’re mean to his friends (only he’s allowed to be!!)

got into a fight over some jackasses making fun of watari and lost because it was five against one so kyoutani saved him and soaked all of them

no regrets

participates in a poetry slam when he loses a bet against matsuhana and reads one of his raps as if it was a simple poem

comes in first place, rubs their noses into it for weeks

oikawa tried to get him into musicals but he only likes hamilton because of the rap in it and oikawa is not amused

scribbles little comics all over his notes and it kills his teachers (which is part of the reason why he does it)

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOHOO #i hope you dont mind me borrowing your babies for this lol #i had fun making this!!#rey's moots #haikyuu!! ocs #kitty 🐈

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passerine-writes · 2 years

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Symbols - Chapter 20

Warnings: Mentions of s/h, mentions of past abuse, toxic people, sad Bokuto Word count: 3700

Masterlist

Chapter 19 | Chapter 21

Thursday practice was one for the history books. My father currently wasn't talking to me since I walked home with Sakusa and Komori but not Komini, however Komini sure loved trying to start things.

"So what're ya doin' t'morrow?" I glanced over at Osamu who sat beside me on the bench, the two of us munching on some onigiri. Suns sat a foot or so past him, typing away on his phone. Meanwhile, Kita was off trying to control Atsumu who was pestering Sakusa.

"Nothing much, why do you ask?" I could feel a set of eyes trained on me from across the gym but I chose to ignore him.

"We don't spend much time this way. So we figured after practice t'morrow or on Saturday we'd go out 'n' do somethin'. D'ya wanna come?"

"Sur-"

"No." Our heads turned to the man of the hour incredulously after he cut me off. "Sorry but no. We have family dinner tomorrow night. Don't we?" His voice was strained and I tried so hard not to think of my mothers.

"I'm not going, I already told dad this." He harshly clasped a hand on my shoulder and I flinched out of pure reflex, the action not going missed by either male.

However, this time I didn't hold back. I quickly stood up from my seat, his hand falling back to his side. I glared at him as he slowly brought a hand up, almost in a competitive way. Like petting something in a store or at the zoo, you do it in such a way that's bound to get them more excited or provoked. His hand reached out and once he went to grab me again, I grabbed his wrist and swept his leg out from under his feet before letting him drop completely. He hit the ground with a loud 'thud', gathering everyone's attention. The two next to me tried suppressing their laughter, not wanting to get in any trouble from their coach.

However, Komini now looked angrier as he stood back up. He took a step closer to me, but I stood my ground and didn't move. I glanced over at Komori, hoping he got the hint because physically? I would never be able to handle him.

"You aren't going." His voice was low as he stared down at me.

"Oh shut yer trap!" All eyes were now on Osamu as I nervously picked at my finger tips, everything about this was making me uneasy.

"Can it, this doesn't involve you." He seethed out through gritted teeth as he glared at the wing spiker.

"You got involved 'bout us hangin' out, so shove off." Komini glared at him then turned back to me.

"We have plans tomorrow Kaara." I looked up at him with a bland expression, not wanting him to know just how much he gets to me.

"I already told dad, I'm not ready to have you both over for dinner at our house. If I have to take a bus an hour away again, then I will. I will continue to until you and father can learn respect. Your mother is the only person who hasn't disregarded my emotions for our situation. So I'll hang out with them if I want to, because it's my life. You're not dictating it." His eyes darkened, his palm raised and I braced myself for what was to come, but nothing ever did.

Slowly, I opened my eyes after a few seconds and saw Kita holding his wrist in a firm grasp. His hand inches away from my face. I felt trapped again. Snippets of my mom coming back in my mind, all at random sequences.

He's just like my mom.

In my daze, I didn't realize that Kita started pushing him backwards, making himself like a wall between us. My breathing was faint and sporadic, my eyes trained to the ground, arms wrapped around my mid section. My heartbeat echoed in my ear canal, thrumming and deafening as my attention was gone. The tingly sensation flowing from my face to my limbs, a result from the lack of oxygen and rush of chemicals from my brain, while I knew this, it was still an unsettling feeling. Almost as unsettling as half of the volleyball players staring at me.

"Kaara," I could tell from the voice alone it was Komori, "hey, hey it's just me. You alright?" He stood in front of me as he spoke, his nerves showing as he questioned me.

"I'm okay." I barely squeaked out. My voice was weak and quiet, it held no strength or support. It was demure and pained. I saw someone usher Komori out of his spot, the feet and legs switching out.

"Hey," I glanced up to see Atsumu standing in front of me now, "let's go outside and getcha some fresh air, yeah?" I curled in on myself more, after our first and last interaction I didn't exactly see why he was being nice to me. "Is there anythin' ya need?" I gestured towards my bag and barely mumbled out the words, still struggling to find my voice. I flinched when he came back after half a second, his hand delicately cupping my elbow to guide me towards the gym doors. The crisp, winter air bit at my face and lungs as I leaned against the wall. Quickly, I took my meds out of my bag, swallowing one of the colorful capsules dry. Atsumu's eyes focused on me as he leaned against the wall, mirroring me but also studying me. We sat in silence for a few minutes, it wasn't tense nor awkward, but just silent. My breathing calmed down in that time span, tears no longer threatening to spill over the ledge of the window to my hazel orbs. "You alright after that panic attack?" My head whipped towards him as I looked at him incredulously. "Don't look at me like that," he tried to laugh but it came out in a sigh more than anything, "my uh, my soulmate gets 'em sometimes. I saw the signs right away." I nodded and picked at my fingers before finding some words to say.

"I'm fine, thank you." My voice was quiet and shaky, but it was audible. Atsumu scoffed and angled his body towards me a bit more.

"Yer not fine. Do ya think you'll be alright goin' back in there?" I shrugged and stayed against the wall, relishing in the cold against my face.

"I don't know, I might stay out here a little longer. You can head back inside, I'll be alright." He crossed his arms over his chest and stayed still.

"I'm stayin' out here 'til yer ready to go back in, keep ya talkin', it helps afterwards." I went to respond but stopped as the door opened, thankfully to reveal his twin.

"Kaara, are ya feelin' any better?" I nodded and shrunk in on myself again, the twins analyzed every movement I made at the moment. "Yer phone's been buzzing off the wall for the last five er six minutes. Figured I'd bring it out for ya, it's still going." I sighed but nodded and took my phone.

In total, I had over twenty missed calls from the boys, 5 missed calls from the group chat on Skype, and well over thirty messages combined. All of them asking in some way what was wrong, why wasn't I answering, if I was alright, why was I having a panic attack, why did it feel different, if it was Komini, etcetera.

Four Dummies and a Smartie

From Kaara: I'm alright. I'm sorry for not answering, I didn't have my phone on me. Yes I had a panic attack. Yes it was because of Komini. No I don't want to go into details about it at this moment, but I will after I get home. And are you boys having a sleep over this weekend? If so, is it alright if I come?

From Bookworm: I'm sorry that we all called and messaged you so much, we were concerned. We are having a sleepover this weekend, we're having it at Koutarou's house. Of course you're welcome to come.

From Baby Owl: KAARA!!! OH MY GOSHHHH

From Baby Owl: When will you be home!?!

From Pudding Head: Are you sure you're feeling alright? Tetsurou says something still feels off.

From Kaara: Yes I'm alright, just a little shaken up I suppose.

From Bed Head: You sure you're alright? Who's walking you home tonight?

From Kaara: I'm not sure yet, but not Komini.

I tucked my phone away and sighed, stressed from tonight's events. However their updates contact names made me smile a smidge.

"Everything alright, shortie?" I looked up at Atsumu with an unamused face, the stone cold stare clearly making him uncomfortable. "I mean, uh, Kaara."

"Yeah, just-"

"-Worried soulmate?" I shrugged my shoulders, earning an odd look from the twins at my answer tp the faux blonds question.

"Kind of. I have four." Both of their eyes widened as large as saucers. "I don't believe in soulmates though." Crickets. It was near comical at the silence and the sudden drop of decibals.

"We're walkin' ya home so we can get the full story." Osamu looked over to Atsumu confused and exhausted.

"You don't have to, really."

"So are ya gonna hang out with us t'morrow?" I looked to 'Samu and nodded.

"Where should I meet you guys?"

"How 'bout the school?" I nodded once more and then I saw my house, one twin flanked each side and I could already tell this was going to be a lovely night. The two boys suggested we take the longer path to avoid me being home too early, however I wasn't expecting to see Arise's car in the driveway.

"Hey, I'm home." I shut the door behind me and walked further into the house only to find Komini, his mother Arise and our father on the couch. I took a step back and wrapped my arms around my waist out of instinct.

"Sweet pea, please have a seat." I shook my head and stood with my back to the stairs, facing my father who sat on the love seat with Arise and Komini who sat on the couch diagonal to my left.

"I'm fine with standing. What's going on?" I tried to control my breathing as my anxiety spiked again.

"Kaara, I raised you better then to act oblivious. So I'm giving you a moment to tell me the truth about what happened at practice before the opportunity runs out."

"I don't even care at this point. Either way you're going to yell at me or lecture me for something I didn't do. I tell the truth, you think I'm lying. I lie and make it agree with whatever Komini told you and you reprimand me either way. What about any of this is fair?" My voice was empty and frail as I spoke, all of the energy completely drained from my body.

"Just tell me the truth Kaara." My fathers voice was stern as he spoke.

"Fine. Komini disrespected my boundaries again, instead of trying to have a conversation with me like a civilized human being he feels the need to grab my wrist and try to drag me around. I told him on Tuesday if he did it again then he would end up on the floor. So I sweeper his feet out like I learned at those self defense classes and told him he wasn't going to dictate my life and that Arise is the only person who hasn't disregarded my feelings in the entirety of our situation. He got upset about friends asking me to hang out tomorrow, to whom I said yes, since I'm not comfortable having dinner here yet and I was planning on seeing the boys again this weekend anyways. After I knocked him down, he got up and after I said my piece, he went to take a swing at me and Kita had to physically restrain him." I tried my hardest to keep my voice level and monotonous so they wouldn't see how hurt I truly am. Arise looked about ready to cry, my father looked angered and Komini looked smug.

"Komini already told us what happened, and the stories don't match. He told us you tried to swing at him after you tried to provoke him. And you are not going out tomorrow or this weekend, I take it these new friends are boys too?" I willed myself not to cry from stress and anger. My phone continuously buzzed in my back pocket from the boys.

"I don't know what you want from me dad. Do you want to talk to all of the boys that were at practice? The coaches? Managers? What do you want? You want to count how many pills are in my bag right now? Because I had a damn panic attack after, that to boys who I hardly know helped me through. I don't like befriending girls cause I don't like the drama or being used by people for a living. Maybe I should've just kept living with mom if I wanted to get slapped around and called a slut some more." Everyone fell silent at my sentence and I wished I could turn back time. "Congrats, Komini. If you were looking for a reason as to why I don't like being touched, why I flinch all the time, why I'm so damn jumpy. There's your answer."

"Sweet pea, I-"

"-Had no idea? Yeah, because I never told you because the next thing you're probably going to do is defend her or her ex-boyfriends. Look, I'm hanging out with the Inarizaki boys volleyball club tomorrow, I'm going back home for the weekend and I'll be back Sunday. I'll keep going to the practices if you want but Komori or Sakusa is walking me home. Arise, I'm sorry you had to be here for this, have a nice night. I'm going up to my room." I trekked my way up the stairs and allowed the first tear of many to fall after I locked my door. A sob tore through my chest, my hands flying up to cover my mouth as everything just hurt.

Four Dummies and a Smartie

From Kaara: I can't talk rigjt now but I'll call tou all in a bit

I set my phone back down and curled up in a ball on my bed, crying to my hearts content. Everything was just too much, I didn't know what to do anymore. I just felt like I was going backwards, and nothing was stopping it. Yet it's all still my fault. I'm not enough and that's my fault. All these things that are happening are my fault, I'm the underlying factor so I must be the issue.

Right?

The bandages on my arms felt heavy, especially under my sweatshirt. I knew the boys would either be mad or disappointed, I'm not ready to face them this weekend. I'm not ready for how they might react. My phone has been buzzing off the wall since I got home but I still can't bring myself to look at it.

Knock. Knock.

My head shot up, and I made the mistake of asking who was there.

"Kaara? It's me, can I come in?" Arise spoke through the door. Quickly, I tugged my sleeves completely over my palms, unlocked the door and cautiously let her in. We both sat on my bed, awkward and tense silence filling the entire room. "I'm sorry about my son. I know when he's lying, and he shouldn't have done any of that. You're allowed to have guy friends if that's what you're comfortable with. You are not any of those horrendous words you have been called. And quite frankly, I'm disappointed in Komini. I still blame myself however. While he was growing up, I only had one boyfriend and he was horrible. At first he was sweet but then he started turning more and more physically abusive. I always made sure that Komini got none of the backlash but he was also taught at a young age that some people think it's okay. After that, the break up and everything, I explained everything and over the course of that four year relationship, he developed some anger issues. As well as authority issues. Volleyball has helped a lot with his energy and anger output. So, you're not alone on the trauma front, and if he was doing that to get a rise out of you then I'm even more disappointed in him. I'm going to talk with him when we get home tonight. Are you alright honey? I know tonight was hard for you." I nodded and picked at my fingers.

"I'm sorry you went through that. And I'm sorry for not being ready with how fast everything is progressing." She waved her hand and rolled her eyes to try and be funny.

"Don't apologize for that, we're all ready at our own rates. Plus, your father told me that you've been down this road once or twice before with your mother, so take the time you need. If you're not ready to be apart of dinner at your own house, then go wherever you want to." I nodded, silently thankful for the talk we had to clear things up. "Can I give you a hug?" I tensed for a moment but nodded, feeling comfortable since we have a mutual respect for each other. She made the hug fairly quick, but to was still warm and soft and almost safe. "Alright, I'm heading out. Would you like your door open or shut?"

"Shut, please." She nodded and gently shut the door behind her. I scurried over and locked it again, not exactly able to deal with my father tonight, but maybe Sunday.

I sat at my desk and saw that it was 10:32 at night and the group call was still going on Skype. My phone alone had approximately forty plus notifications, my computer only having a fraction of those and just from Skype itself. With a shaky breath, I joined the call and everyone fell silent. Nobody knew how to approach this, nobody wanted to be the first.

"Did you bandage and clean properly? If you didn't then Tetsurou will walk over to you and make sure." I let out a pained laugh at Kenma's statement. I knew he was serious but he intended it to sound like a joke, so it worked. The tension lifted a large amount but I could see Bokuto was in his 'emo' mode.

"Kou, I'm alright. I'm still here." The large owl sniffled and nodded his head sadly.

This is why I couldn't promise him anything. If I did then it would've been so much worse.

"Are you alright?" I looked at Kuroo, his eyes staring directly into the camera and all I could do was nod. All I could do was nod at him and pull my legs up to my chest. "What happened today?"

So I told them, not all of how the interrogation went when I got home but everything else. Everyone was livid. Angry beyond belief and now out for blood. They were okay with the fact that I was hanging out with all boys tomorrow. Bokuto felt the most insecure but didn't stop me, he just told me he trusts me to live my life how I want. Plus, he knew I was coming this weekend so he was more excited then anything, however his worry was the second most prominent. Eventually, it was just two of us left, Bokuto and I sitting together.

"Koutarou, I'm alright, you don't have to worry about me." His hair laid flat against his head, drooping with his emotions. I didn't want to have this conversation but I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. His eyes were pooling with tears and making his golden irises glimmer.

"I don't like seeing you hurt." My body deflated a bit at his statement, his voice was fragile and filled with fear.

"I'm sorry." He choked out a sob that he was trying to hold in.

"I wasn't- I wasn't able to help! I could feel it, how much you were hurting and then the itching. I couldn't do anything because I'm not near you!" My heart twisted and tore in my chest, thrashing around and aching at his words. Everything in me just wished I was there so I could hug him and hold him until he was relaxed again.

"You'll get to see me all weekend, if you want I can head out tomorrow night instead of Saturday. You weren't able to help me because I didn't reach out, Kou that isn't your fault. Please don't blame yourself." My voice trailed off into a whisper, the guilt hitting me at full force now.

"Please start reaching out, or at least trying to. It doesn't even have to be us if you're not comfortable with that, just please? Kaara? I can't lose you again." I froze at his wording.

Again.

It was like a slap to the face, the reality I had been trying so hard to avoid is now here. I left and he lost me for a year. He doesn't want to lose me a second time, but he's scared it may be permanent. I'm so used to him being a himbo, I never am prepared for his serious moments that involve volleyball.

"I'm not leaving again, Koutarou. But, I'll try and work on reaching out when I need it. I'll try, okay?" He nodded quickly, his hair flopping around in front of his eyes.

"Are you still in pain? My arms are still itchy." I looked down at my arms in detest.

"Not really, it's probably because they're healing." His mouth formed an 'o' shape, eyes widening at the thought.

"Okay!" I smiled softly at his enthusiasm.

For a moment, I actually felt okay.

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storytimewithnova · 9 months

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Fight song 18+

Summary:

Acceptence its hard to find even from loved ones but when you get it you fight to hold on too it but their are those that are so set in their ways that won’t accept you for you and if your in that situation this one is for you

Close Volleygay friends

Sho has added 4 servers

Tooru:Little bro who have you added

youtube

Sho:🎶 Like a small boat On the ocean Sending big waves Into motion🎶

Mr Oikawa:What are you on about son

Kenma:🎶 Like how a single word Can make a heart open I might only have one match But I can make an explosion🎶

Mrs kozume:Kenma what do you mean?

Keiji:🎶 And all those things I didn't say Wrecking balls inside my brain I will scream them loud tonight Can you hear my voice this time?

AkakenOi:🎶 This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me🎶

Bokuto:Oh OH OH…🎶 Losing friends and you’re chasing sleep Everybody's worried about you In too deep Say you’re in too deep (in too deep)🎶

Sho:You noticed bokuto san

Bokuto:Mhm

Luna:🎶 And it's been two years You miss your home But there's a fire burning in your bones Still believe Yeah, You still believe🎶

Mrs Kozume:Luna what is this about?

Tooru:I suggest you listen to your kids even you mom and dad

Kenma:🎶 And all those things I didn't say Wrecking balls inside my brain I will scream them loud tonight Can you hear my voice this time?🎶

Akakenoi:🎶 This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me🎶

Keiji:🎶 A lot of fight left in me Like a small boat On the ocean Sending big waves Into motion🎶

Kenma:🎶 Like how a single word Can make a heart open I might only have one match But I can make an explosion🎶

Tooru:🎶 This is their fight song Take back their life song Prove their alright song🎶

Kuroo:🎶 their power's turned on Starting right now they’ll be strong (they’ll be strong) They’ll play their fight song🎶

AkakenOi:😁

Iwaizumi:🎶 And we don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause They’ve still got a lot of fight left in them🎶

AkakenOi:🎶 Know we’ve still got a lot of fight left in us🎶

Kenma:Parents this is us saying we don’t care what you think we are together we don’t want your approval or blessing just to accept that we are who we are and things are the way they are lets face it read the chat name we are all fucking LGBTQ+

The parents: .......

Mr Oikawa:I--

Tooru:Save it dad like kenma said you can’t accept my brother you won’t accept me and Iwa chan

Mrs kozume:Luna i-

Luna:Spare me i have 2 gfs don’t even start with your bullshit talk to me when you get out the dark ages actually that goes for all you adults talk to us when you get your head out the dark ages and out of your arses then you get rhen you have the right to speak to us till then I’m kicking you

Luna has kicked 4 servers

Luna:C**ts

Authors note That word I censored I don’t want anyone using it I’m using it because I’m an adult but I don’t want anyone else using it for find out you have I will snitch on you to your parents /hj also don't want to get banned on here

AkakenOi:LUNA Language

Luna:Hai hai gomen gomen

Tooru:Sorry akaashi i need to steal my little brother

Keiji:Thats fine

Anyway I don’t know how to end this so the end i guess

#Youtube

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kurorotic · 10 months

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nsfw bokuaka | 2am booty call

the low light of akaashi's phone highlights his jawline, he's been staring at the same picture for... forty-five minutes now?

it's not like he was keeping track of the time, it's... his boyfriend is really hot, okay?!

they started dating just two months ago, akaashi had never really done /this/ while bokuto had some experience with a previous girlforiend.

and in that line of experience was the ability to take the perfect thirst trap slash nude.

(his cock is out, that's nude territory, right?

but it's more like the head peeking out from the towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

there's also his freshly showered abs, his tits, his really big arms... akaashi has been drooling at each and every part of this picture.

there's others were bokuto dropped the towel and jerked his cock, but /this/ one has akaashi's attention.

he knows what's under the towel, ofc. but its how bokuto is thumbing it down to tease. how his cock is hard and can barely be contained.

all for akaashi.

he thought of akaashi in the shower and took pics to show proof of how his baby affected him and akaashi just.

he does that to bokuto? he gets his boyfriend that horny?

it makes akaashi want to hide under the sheets.

only to open his phone and stare at the photo again.

maybe because it's the first time bokuto was so bold with sending himself. it's kinda expected since he's impulsive but...

idk! akaashi didn't think they were that kind of couple yet?

bokuto reassured him that he didn't need to send anything back, he was just feeling horny and sexy and wanted to give akaashi a little... something spicy.

(more like the greatest set of pictures in human history, nothing can possibly compare. ever.)

he wants it.

he wants that cock somewhere inside of him, those arms crushing him, those tits in his mouth.

it's quite late though... would bokuto be annoyed if he called? akaashi would hate to be woken up at... 2:09 am.

but it's like horny reasons? selfish horny reasons.

masturbating would be easy, especially if akaashi just went straight for the climax and nothing more.

but he needed bokuto here. that's what his boyfriend is for... when it's not this late in the night.

a full night's sleep is important for his captain,

he shouldn't disturb that.

buuuut if bokuto called him at literally any time of the day asking to fuck? akaashi would be there without a second thought.

... that may be the horny brain speaking. god he was so, so fucking horny for bokuto.

he tapped out of the photos to see bokuto as his recent contact (they said goodnight to each other and sent kisses) and now akaashi is. wavering over the call button.

what if bokuto doesn't want to? hard to imagine, wouldn't it be a little

toxic to demand your boyfriend come over at... 2:15 am to fuck?

seflish, inconvenient, bothersome-

'Keiji, please stop reading those relationship advice threads...'

kuroo's voice was welcomed in his head. for once. he's being silly.

bokuto agreed to booty calls when they became boyfriends.

as for the time, maybe... 2:18 am wasn't ideal, but isn't that the whole point?

okay let's just call bokuto before akaashi's boner dies from overthinking.

ring, ring, ring.

ring-

"Babe? Sup?"

oh my god bokuto sounds so sleepy, akaashi's cock jumps at how husky his voice is.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"No... um, well I..." akaaashi cannot possibly do this, nope.

"Can't sleep, baby?"

akaashi whimpers, just straight up whimpers like a needy puppy.

that's not sexy at all, bokuto is leaving him.

"... are you crying or like... jerking it?"

"Neither," akaashi blurts out, "... but I'm... really horny right now and I was wondering if you would like to participate in a booty call..."

...

akaashi needs to burn his phone.

"Huh..."

he hears shuffling in the background, bokuto is drawing up the divorce papers.

"Give me 20? I'ma borrow my dad's car."

"Really?"

"I'm soooo not turning down the chance to hit that sweet ass, babe."

akaashi's face is erupting into flames.

"Leave the front door unlocked for me, kay? Can you be good for me?"

"Yea... yeah I can."

"Good boy, I'll take care of you."

akaashi doesn't bother with putting on pants as he hurries down the stairs in just his sleeping shirt and boxers... and his aggressively hard cock.

this is new. this is exciting. this is something he'd kind of fantasized about but never thought he'd be doing it???

it's going to make a great journal entry when he's running on more than 5 hours of sleep.

he hops back into his bed, he should probably try to look sexy? or well i guess the point is kinda just getting fucked then and there...

he can still at least tidy up, leave out the bottle of lube and condoms.

yeah... he's so ready for a cock in his ass at... 2:42 am.

bokuto parks just outside, front door quietly opens and shuts, akaashi just... idk, throws his boxers off and pushes down the blankets and gets a hand around himself.

right as his bedroom door opens.

bokuto looks like he definitely just woke up.

his hair is down, his shirt is on backwards, his sweats are at least probably clean?

but he still looks so handsome.

"Couldn't wait for me, hm?"

"I tried, but... you make me so..."

"So...?

bokuto slides right between akaashi's legs.

"Needy... I've never wanted it so badly..."

"I'll give you just what you want, love."

a hand on his shoulder pushed him backwards on the pillows, their lips locked as bokuto replaced the hand on akaashi's cock. so much better with him.

why waste his own energy masturbating when bokuto could handle it all for him?

lubed fingers in his tight, virgin hole, teeth possessively biting into his neck as akaashi /tries/ to stay quiet.

the team will know what they did last night... that turns akaashi on even more.

bokuto doesn't rush although akaashi softly begs for more, he wants that cock inside of him. he's been staring at it all night, is that why kenma has such a huge collection of...

... akaashi needs to invest in more bokuto cock pictures.

"Bo..."

"You're almost ready, ok?"

the steady stretch and thrusting of three fingers almost makes him lose his train of thought.

"I want you to... take a picture when you're inside me... or record it."

bokuto's fingers stutter, those golden eyes are wide on him.

"... or don't, that's probably weird."

"You wanna see your cute hole wrapped around my cock?" bokuto fucks his fingers into him harder now, "you need to watch yourself get fucked by me? See the very moment I pop your tight cherry?"

how was akaashi supposed to respond to any of that,

especially with those rough fingers in him???

bokuto cupped a hand over his mouth to prevent his moans from spilling out, "didn't think you were like that, keiji."

his fingers curled in akaashi and that had him whining against his palm, bokuto was too good at taking him apart.

"I'll need you to stay quiet though, so..." bokuto swiped akaashi's boxers from the floor and happily stuffed them in his mouth, "hang onto those."

akaashi was only disappointed by the empty feeling that came with bokuto's fingers leaving him.

but then.

but then he /saw/ it.

bokuto pushing off his sweats, his massive hard cock bouncing up against his stomach, bokuto tearing the condom open with his teeth.

"Your body wants this bad..."

bokuto teased as he stroked his cock and akaashi wouldn't deny that,

he just spread his legs further.

bokuto grabbed akaashi's phone from the nightstand and pointed it right down at his cock, filming every second that he penetrated his lover's hole.

big, bokuto was so fucking big.

"Taking me so well, just a little more to go, baby."

oh my god he's not done?

oh my god he's not done....

"Gorgeous..."

bokuto ran his finger along akaashi's rim, his fat cock stretching him impossibly wide.

"Wonder how much you can fit in here..."

"... try that later."

the phone was tossed to the side, bokuto took akaashi's hips and grinded into him. akaashi didn't have words to describe anything, his pretty little brain was being fucked out with each hard thrust.

he likes that... he /really/ likes that.

his strong man coming over just to fuck to him? just because akaashi called him here? god he's learning too many things about himself tonight.

bokuto knows the exact spot to hit, he keeps akaashi's hips still so his boyfriend doesn't go bouncing off into the wall,

he has such an intense gaze down on akaashi... how was akaashi supposed to last?

the boxers are pulled away from his mouth and replaced with bokuto's lips as they kiss, he eagerly swallows down his baby's broken moans.

"Good boy, you're /so/ good for me."

his orgasm rolls through him from the tips of his ears to his curled toes, fuck it's a full body experience. he's never. not this hard when he was alone.

bokuto isn't too far behind, filling the condom with akaashi's name heavy on his tongue.

his weight settles on his boyfriend as he slumps down on him. akaashi is definitely being crushed but... its oddly comforting.

"... man, you turn me into something else, Ji."

akaashi softly giggles as bokuto kisses his cheek and neck.

"Happy you gave yourself to me~"

"Of course I would..."

akaashi can sense bokuto's ego inflating and smugness rising, but that only makes akaashi love him more.

//bokuto snuck out at 6:35 am

#bokuaka #ashnsfw #twitter thread

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 1 year

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For You, I’d Give My All

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4Yu3nRb

by Lorele

Kuroo and Kei finally reconciled, but is that all there is to their story?

New challenges arise in the form of a new beginning, a new gift, and a new story of their lives.

Sequel to “For You, I’d Do Anything”

“Kei, I really don’t know how to do this.”

“It’s gonna be fine, just carry her carefully.”

“What if I accidentally hurt her?!”

“Hurt her and you’re dead, dad.”

“No one’s allowed to hurt her. No one.”

DISCLAIMER: All canon Haikyuu!! characters, names, titles, and events rightfully belong to Haruichi Furudate. Everything else like the story, non-canon kids, extra characters, and some character traits came from my (the author’s) brain unless otherwise stated. Enjoy reading!! Series

Words: 2788, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of For You Series (KrTsk)

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yachi Hitoka

Relationships: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Yachi Hitoka/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe, Mpreg, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Drama, Funny, Alpha Kuroo Tetsurou, Omega Tsukishima Kei, Alpha Bokuto Koutarou, Omega Akaashi Keiji, Beta Yamaguchi Tadashi, Beta Yachi Hitoka, Beta Kozume Kenma, Original Character(s), Child Original Characters

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4Yu3nRb

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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silverhairsimp · 2 years

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Just Another Saturday

CW: 18+ Minors DO NOT ENTER. All characters are in their mid 20’s. Soft Bokuto. Oral (m/f receiving). Road head. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Breeding kink. Mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant/wanting kids. Pet names: baby, babe, babygirl.

Summary: Your friends all talked about how it was time and for you and your boyfriend to take the next step, but how much convincing would Bokuto need for that to happen?

Word Count: 5.3k

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In the 3 years that you and Koutarou Bokuto had been together, Saturday’s were always a treasured tradition. Getting together with his best friends was one of your favorite things about every weekend.

And today was just like any other Saturday. Sleeping in far later than any human should. Getting up in the middle of the day to cook a breakfast that might as well be lunch. But if you and your boyfriend could agree on anything, it’s that breakfast food is good at any time of day.

The two of you would eat, spend plenty of time lazing around in bed, lost in each other until it was time to go to the grocery store to get everything for the dish you’d be bringing to your weekly gathering.

“Soooo, what’d we decide to make this time?” Bokuto asked you, smile shining as brightly as ever as he walked beside you while you pushed the shopping cart.

“Hmmm, I thought we could get everything to make your favorite.” you smile at him, “Yakiniku sound good to you?”

“Ahhh, you really mean it?” you swear you can see stars in his eyes. “Have I told you that you’re the best girlfriend EVER?” He swings his arms around you and hugs you from behind before placing a kiss on your temple. Only he doesn’t stop there, he peppered your whole face with kisses because to him, you really were the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Once your shopping trip is finished, and you’re back in the comfort of your shared apartment, you prepare the rest of the appetizers you planned on bringing and make your way to Akaashi’s place.

Kuroo and Akaashi usually hosted the get-togethers. Considering they both had families and more space for everyone. You loved being around them, always sharing countless stories and laughs. Your relationship with Bokuto might be the newest, but they always made you feel like a part of the family.

And that’s exactly how you felt as soon as you were greeted at the front door. Bokuto’s signature “Hey! Hey! Hey!” echoes through the entryway of the house as you guys make your way inside. Hello’s and hugs are exchanged between the adults followed by sweet tugs on your shirt from 3 sets of little hands.

Akaashi and Kuroo’s kids are always thrilled to see you, and you’re just as happy to see them! Kuroo’s son, Kaito, and daughter, Emiko, are eager to help with whatever you’re cooking. The two have always had more interest in your cooking than they ever had in volleyball. Akaashi’s son, Takashi, who is just about to be 3, follows you around like a little shadow and constantly flashes grabby hands at you to pick him up.

Ever since Bokuto started bringing you around, you’ve always been ‘Auntie y/n’ to the kids, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one of your most favorite things to hear.

Once everyone is settled in and the appetizers are in the kitchen, you hand over everything for the Yakiniku to Akaashi so he can get it on the grill. Bokuto has always been grateful that you give him time to hang out with his best friends when you all get together. So, you let him be, pressing a kiss to his cheek to head inside. And as if it’s right on cue, you hear two voices shouting “Auntie y/n! Auntie y/n!” coming from the back door, followed by the thumping of two tinier legs trying to keep up.

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“The kids sure do love her Bo.” Akaashi says as he places the meat on the grill.

Bokuto smiles like a grade schooler, “Can you blame them? I mean look at her. She’s so good with them.”

“You think it’s about time for the two of you to take the next step man?” Kuroo asks as he steps forward to face Bokuto while leaning on the island of the outdoor grill.

Bokuto doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches the way your hips sway just a little bit more with Takashi perched on your hip as you walk. The way he giggles at you when you blow a raspberry into his neck. The way you lean down to talk to Emiko when she wants to tell you a secret, and the pretend look spreading across your face when you act shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. He can’t help but smile harder at you. You were made for a role like this.

“Bokuto? I know you have rocks for brains but are you in there?” Kuroo asks again.

Bokuto bashfully rubs his hand through his hair and scratches the back of his neck. “HaHaa, yeah sorry. I just got a little lost in thought.”

“We can tell,” Akaashi says, smirking at his best friend without making eye contact. “Don’t you think it’s time? I mean you two already live together… and it’s clear to everyone that you’re both crazy about each other.”

“Akaashi is right.. I don’t know any other person who would put up with you the way y/n does.” Kuroo chimes in.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Bokuto says in defense.

All three of the boys break out into a laugh before Kuroo speaks again, “It’s not a bad thing Bo, we’ve just never seen you so happy. Plus, you’ve seen how good she is with kids…” Kuroo steps closer to Bokuto and swings an arm around his best friend's neck, pulling their faces so close together they almost touch. “Could you imagine what it’d be like having a little one around calling her ‘mommy’?”

Bokuto’s throat goes dry and he’s convinced he’s never felt his heart beat so fast. No win, no spike, no perfect play could ever make his heart race harder than the thought of his child calling you mom.

It’s as if he’s stuck in a trance. His eyes find you, sitting with his best friends’ wives. Takashi sitting on your lap while you bounce him up and down on your knee. You seem completely unphased by the way his little hands tug on your hair and it makes Bo’s chest warm.

He can’t help but smile and get lost in how perfect you look with a toddler in your arms. How much more perfect you’d look holding his baby.

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With full bellies and even fuller hearts, the night comes to an end as you’re standing in the kitchen packing up leftovers. Bokuto is with Akaashi and Kuroo as they finish cleaning up outside. Bokuto picks up Takashi to start his round of goodbyes. Emiko and Kaito always make a fuss when company is about to leave so they’re doing their best to be a distraction, only prolonging the inevitable.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Kaito screams as he runs inside from the back door. You almost didn’t realize how fast your head turned at the sound, but Bokuto sure did. You also might not have noticed the hint of redness that flooded your cheeks, or the way you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. But Bokuto did. Kuroo was right. Bo wants to know what it’s like to have your own little one running around calling out for you. If he wasn’t sold then, he was now.

“Mommy, do uncle Bo and auntie y/n haaaaave to leave?” Kaito drawls. Emiko is quick to chime in after her brother. “Yeah! How come they can’t come home with us!” The little girl pouts as she crosses her arms tightly across her chest.

Akaashi, Kuroo and Bokuto follow in quickly after the two.

“Hey you two,” Kuroo starts off, “Aunt y/n and uncle Bo have to go back to their house and we have to get home too. Maybe another time, okay?”

“No fair! We wanna go with them!”

“Yeah! What Miko said!”

“Miko, Kaito, what if we plan a time for you guys to come stay with me and uncle Bo, hmm?” You smile at Emiko as you crouch down to grab her small hands in yours. “We’ll talk to your mom and dad about coming to stay with us for a weekend.”

“You really mean that?!” Kaito asks as he jumps into Bokuto’s arms.

You can’t help but smile at the way Bokuto looks with Kaito in one arm and Takashi in the other. He looks good like that, you think to yourself. Although Takashi doesn’t last long in Bo’s arms. He’s been rubbing his eyes for the last 20 minutes so his mom takes him away to put him to bed, only stopping briefly when Takashi flashes grabby hands in your direction and whines. You get up and give the little guy a squeeze, telling him goodnight as he rested his head on your shoulder. Man, did these kids absolutely adore you.

You shift your gaze between Bo, Emiko and Kaito while handing Takashi back.

With Bo’s attention now fully on Kaito he speaks up, “Course we mean it! Have I ever lied to ya little man? We’ll plan it, don’t you worry!” smiling as he moves Kaito up and down in his arms. Earning a fit of laughter from the little guy.

Emiko is all smiles too, already running to her mom and dad about when they can come over for the weekend.

“Soon you two, soon.” Kuroo says as he ruffles the hair on his little girl's head.

You make your round of goodbyes and thank Akaashi for hosting this week. Before reaching the front door, you make a final promise to Emiko and Kaito that it won’t be long until they’re able to come over.

When you and Bokuto make it to the car, you can tell there’s something different about him. The utmost adoration behind his eyes along with the consistent blush and smile he had plastered across his face the entire night.

A mirror image of the one he has right now, looking at you in silence with the keys to the car haphazardly placed in the center console.

“Bo are y-“

“Y’kno-“

You say simultaneously.

“Oh sorr-“

“No you f-“

You both smile as you tuck your hair behind your ear and Bo reaches over to grab your knee.

“You go first” you finally say as Bo gives your knee a soft squeeze.

“I just wanted to say that it looked like you had a lot of fun tonight.”

“I did have fun! I always do, those are some of our closest friends. Didn’t you have fun?”

“Of course I did! But you know what I enjoyed the most out of this entire night? So far at least..” he pauses to turn and face you. Inching closer as he leans in over the center console. “Watching you with a kid in your arms… it really did something to me…

And don’t think I missed that little ‘mommy’ mishap when Kaito came running inside. I saw the way your head turned at the sound of him calling out.”

“Bo, I –” you start but you’re quickly cut off by his fingers holding under your chin.

“No, it’s okay. Kuroo may have said something that got me thinking… and I just can’t get the image of you being a mom out of my head.” He leans in closer, hardly an inch of space left between your faces as he whispers, “You want that? Hm? You want me to put a baby inside of you? Start a little family of our own?”

His eyes flick down to your lips and back up to your eyes just before you close the distance. Both of your hands come up to cup his face as your lips part, granting him full access to your mouth.

If the fog forming on the windows wasn’t enough of a sign to get going, the growing wet patch between your legs was. Breaking the kiss you tell Bo, “drive, take me home.”

“But you didn’t give me an answer” He counters.

“Maybe this will be enough of an answer” reaching over in between his legs to palm the painfully hard erection, “now, drive.”

He reaches into the center console and fumbles with the keys before sticking them into the ignition.

You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as your hands are quickly fumbling with the button of his jeans. Getting them undone and pulling down the zipper.

“Pull them down, Kou. Please.” You whisper into his neck in between sucking light marks into the skin.

Without any defiance, Bo lifts his hips and tugs down the fabric just enough to where the angry red tip of his cock is peaking out of the waistband of his boxers. A perfect glob of pre leaking, waiting to be cleaned up.

You get yourself situated before freeing his hard cock.

It was always a challenge taking him. He’s the perfect length, standing around 8 inches but he’s thick. So thick your fingers don’t touch when you wrap your hand around him.

As you lean into his lap with your tongue out, you swirl it around the tip, sending a shudder throughout Bokuto's body. He takes a deep, shaky breath as he turns the car on and shifts it into gear to drive.

Your lips work their way around the tip, massaging it lightly while you still swirled your tongue around. With each movement of your head, you work your way down, taking him inch by inch. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Oh yeah we’re definitely making you a mommy tonight. Shit – just like that baby.” His eyes briefly drop down to you, then back up to the road, “Fuck. It feels so good.” He says One hand tightly gripping the steering wheel and the other resting on the back of your head. Keeping your hair out of the way as you bob yourself up and down his length.

You’ve never been able to fully take him all the way down your throat, he was far too wide for that and he knew it. Still, he couldn’t think of anything better than the way you worked your hand and mouth up and down. Doing your very best to make him feel good every chance you had.

You hadn’t realized how close you got to the apartment until that familiar bump in the road. Bokuto was in such a daze he didn’t realize how fast he had gone over it. Causing the car, and his hips to jolt upward, his cock hits the back of your throat, making you choke. You hummed, trying to ease the burning tension in your throat and the sensation only made bokuto’s hips jump up again.

You knew he was getting close. You could feel it in the way he twitched inside of your mouth and how his balls grew tighter between your finger tips.

Finally reaching the front of your apartment complex, he puts the car in park. “Fuck. Baby– babe. I’m not gonna last. Shit. Aah, cumming!” he huffed out.

You stayed there with your lips still wrapped around him. His hips thrusting reflexively as you swallow, feeling his warm cum sliding down your throat. Sliding off of him with a soft pop! of your lips on the tip.

He grabs you by your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss that sets your core on fire. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, “You’re too damn good for me, y’know that?”

You smile and kiss him back, “I could argue the same for you Kou.”

“I’m afraid that argument would be invalid babe.”

“And I'm afraid you underestimate me.”

Bokuto laughs softly and cups your cheek in his right hand, “Trust me, I’m well aware of all the things you can do. All that you’re capable of. I mean it when I say you’re too good for me and I promise I’ll do everything I can to prove I’m worth your time.”

“Kou, you don’t have to prove anything to me. I’m with you because you make me happy like no one else does. You make me laugh like no one else has. And you love me like no one else ever will. I’m yours Kou. Promise.”

“Like I said,” he sighs, “too damn good for me.”

He’s now cupping your face with both of his hands. Pulling you in closer than you thought possible in the front seat of his car. His lips are soft against your own. Passionate and sweet with purpose.

He pulls away, speaking quietly, meer inches away from your lips. “Let's get inside. You got me all riled up… now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Before you can even reach for the door handle, Bokuto is already out of the car and at your side. Opening your door and offering you a hand to help you out.

“Come on, hop up.” He says as he lifts you off the ground effortlessly. Picking you up so your legs wrap around his hips. Your arms draped over his shoulders as you bring your lips to meet again.

His steps are strong and careful as you peck your lips across his skin repeatedly until he reaches the door to your apartment. Sliding the key into the front door, all while keeping you secure in his arms.

He sets you down before turning to close the door and lock it behind him. You move closer to wrap your arms around his neck but he grabs you by the waist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/n,” his tone is very serious all of a sudden and you look up at him with concerned eyes. “I meant what I said. In the car earlier. I just, I want you to know that I want it all and I want it with you. I want forever. I want a family. And I don’t want to do it with anyone else.”

“Kou, I…”

“Just wait, please.” He’s looking at you with such a deep plea. Encasing your hands in his as he runs his thumb over your knuckles. “When I was watching you tonight… with Takashi and Emiko and Kaito, seeing you so happy to be around them and seeing how happy they are when they're around you. I just… I want that for us. I know we haven’t been together that long but Kuroo told me that he’s never seen me so happy. Maybe I didn’t even realize how happy I was because being with you was just so easy. Like it was just meant to be somehow.”

He keeps his hands wrapped tightly around yours as you bring them to rest on his chest. “Kou.”

“I’m sorry if it’s all just too much right now –”

“Koutarou.” He finally stops, “You’re rambling.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. Don’t make fun of me.” He pouts.

You can’t help but smile, “Koutarou Bokuto doesn’t get nervous” you say as you playfully drum your fingertips on his chest.

“That’s a lie! You make me nervous. Always have.” His eyes begin to drift away from yours just as his bottom lip starts to jut out.

“Would it make you less nervous if I told you I wanted it all too? That I don’t care what order it happens either, forever or the family first. I want that. And I knew I wanted all of that with you since the day we met.”

Bokuto’s eyes are back on yours and he brings his hands to rest on your shoulders. Cradling them gently against your neck. “So we’re doing this?”

“We’re doing this.”

You smile at him before he brings his lips to yours. Whispering soft i love you’s into your mouth. He grabs you by the hand, pulling you behind him as he walks toward your shared bedroom.

This is so different from what you’re used to with Bokuto. He’s usually eager to have you as soon as he has the chance. But tonight, he’s taking his time with you. Making sure you feel loved and important, even more so than usual.

When he opens the bedroom door, he doesn’t pick you up only to throw you back down on the bed and start undressing you like he usually does. Instead, he guides you to the bed, sits you on the edge and kneels down in front of you. Slipping off one shoe, then the other. His large hands ghosting up your legs over your jeans and squeezing the tender spots on the inside of your thighs. Taking his time with his most favorite parts of you.

His hands reach your hips, the pressure he’s using gives you the hint he wants you to move farther up onto the bed and you comply without any hesitation. He still holds one hand around your waist and the other comes to hold the backside of your neck. His lips find solace on yours as he leans you back to rest your head on the pillows. His body hovers over yours as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands trail down the face of his shirt before reaching underneath to run them up his stomach.

He breaks the kiss for only a second to pull his shirt over his head. At the same time Bokuto reaches to remove his shirt, you do the same, but his reflexes are quick to stop you.

“Just let me take care of you, okay?” he says while looking deeply into your eyes, all you can do is nod your head up and down.

His lips are back on yours, moving perfectly in sync as you alternate having each other's lips pulled between your teeth. His right hand traces lines under the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric up in a slow, sensual manner. The fabric bunches around your waist as Bukuto brings his other hand to support your back as you sit up. Allowing him to pull your shirt over your head fully.

He stares at you for a moment, taking in the image of you underneath him, almost bare chest and your beautiful eyes staring back at him. A genuine smile graces his lips before he says “You really are beautiful. I hope you know that.”

He brings his lips to yours, pecking them before delicately placing more kisses down your body.

First, on the edge of your jaw, under your ear. Down your neck. Across your collarbone. Down your sternum. Under the wire of your bra. Down the length of your stomach. Across the waistband of your jeans. He stays there for a second, kissing the soft spot of your stomach under your belly button as he undoes your jeans and pulls down the zipper.

As he tugs them over your hips and down your legs, but his mouth doesn’t stop moving. Placing tender kisses down the inner skin of your thighs, down your calf and stopping at the bone of your ankle.

Discarding your jeans on the floor, he makes his way back to settle himself between your legs. Holding onto your thighs as he places your heels on his back, making sure he’s as close as possible. Making sure he can feel you everywhere.

His eyes are steady on you, watching your chest rise and fall with your heavy breathing. The way your mouth falls open when his breath ghosts over your still clothed core. The way you arch your back off of the bed when he places open mouthed kisses over your slit, nuzzling himself deeper while his nose bumps against your clit.

“Kou, please. I need you.”

“You need me baby? Well, it's a good thing I need you just as bad.”

He continues to suck on the skin of your thighs as he pulls down your lace panties, smirking when he sees a string of your slick still connected to the crotch.

“Mmm, all this for me baby girl? I love it.”

Not wanting to wait another second to taste you, he sticks his wide tongue out, taking a long lap up the length of your pussy. A whiney breath leaves your lips as you throw your head back into the pillows.

His grip tightens around your legs as he works his tongue deeper inside of you. Swirling the muscle around to push your lower lips apart. You bring a hand down to grab a fist full of his multicolored hair, tightening it to encourage him to keep going deeper. A low growl leaves the back of his throat when you pull him in closer.

The way your thighs start to tremble in his arms reassures him that he’s doing it all right. He releases one of your legs from his hold and brings his hand close to his mouth. His tongue circling your clit just before he pulls away to drop a glob of spit on your pussy. He watches it leave a silvery trail, slowly dripping down lower and lower until he catches it with his middle and forefinger. Dragging them up and down, coating them in your slick and his spit.

He brings his eyes back up to you as he pushes his two fingers inside of you. Watching intently at the way your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

He brings his mouth back down to suck on your clit again. He knows this is your favorite combo: tongue on your clit and fingers pumping in and out of you. It’s the quickest way to get you to come undone for him.

The harder he sucks on your clit, the quicker his fingers move. Your hips instinctively bucking up against his face.

“Kou… I– ‘m close baby. Oh my goddd!” You lift your head up to look at him, hungrily working you open for him.

“Come on baby girl, you can do it for me. I know you can.”

A wanton moan leaves your lips when his fingers hit that sweet spot. Your walls tighten around his fingers and he knows you’re right on the edge. He adds another finger while his thumb is on your clit. He moves himself right above you. Holding your legs open with his hips as he leaves his mark on the crook of your neck.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me please.” he whispers into your ear.

The stimulation is overbearing. Everything he’s doing makes you feel like you never have in your entire life. He picks up his pace more once he hears a string of pleas falling from your lips. Finally feeling you gush around his fingers. He works them out of you slowly, giving you time to come down from your high.

Sitting back on his heels, he brings his fingers to his lips, cleaning up the taste of you. “You ready for more? You ready to do this?” He asks you, waiting for any last minute hesitation. You reach forward, grabbing him by the waist of his jeans to pull him back in closer to you.

“I’m ready.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the rest of his clothes off, throwing them on the ground next to yours. He reaches his hands underneath your back to unclasp your bra, you move your arms to pull it off and bring them back to rest around his neck.

Bokuto pumps himself a few times and then looks back into your eyes. “I love you y/n, so much.”

“I love you too, Kou.” You pull him down to kiss him, “Now, let's make a baby.”

He smiles against your lips before pulling back to line himself at your entrance. Rubbing his head up and down to collect enough slick to slide inside of you.

As much as he wants to look into your eyes, he can’t pull himself to look away from where your bodies are connected. He’s pushing himself inside of you, watching how you take him in, inch by inch. Thrusting his hips back and forth, trying to get more friction as he finally bottoms out.

He takes a second for you to adjust before he starts moving, bringing his lips to yours, he sticks out his tongue, asking you to grant him access and allowing you to taste yourself on him.

The kissing doesn’t stop once he starts moving again. His strokes are long and deep and you can feel the forking vein that runs on the underside of his cock rubbing against your walls. Keeping a steady pace as his hips rock against yours.

He moves a hand to grip the underside of your leg, pushing one of your knees into your chest. The tip of his cock hitting deep inside of you, almost bumping against your cervix. The new angle he has your hips in makes your eyes roll backwards.

“Kou, baby, it feels so good. Please, give me more.”

And more he gives you, his strokes are still slow and long but he’s snapping his hips into you, hard. Hitting a spot so deep, you didn’t even know it was there. The force makes your body jump each time you feel him hit it.

“That feel good, baby? ‘S that what you wanted?” he asks. You’re unable to form a coherent sentence between the whines and moans of his name leaving your lips, so all you can do is nod.

You let go of his neck and reach down to hold onto your other leg. Pulling it up into your chest. Bokuto moves your hands back to his body as he takes the place where you were holding your own leg. He’s not got you into a full mating press as he moves himself higher up on the bed.

His pace quickens and for a second you catch a glimpse of the Bokuto you usually see in bed. Body moving fast and hard but his eyes are so soft and delicate as they look down at you.

You’re both moaning and almost breathless as he starts to twitch inside of you. You can tell that he’s really close and the way your walls are clenching around him, sucking him in even deeper, isn’t helping him last any longer.

Thrusting hard and fast a few more times before sinking inside you completely. He holds your face and looks into your eyes as he empties himself, spilling his seed inside of you. He’s still as he hovers above you, bringing his lips to yours and kissing you like he never has in his entire life.

There is so much emotion behind it and you return the kiss with just as much passion. You’re convinced you feel something damp roll down your cheek. Unsure if it's sweat or tears. Bokuto keeps his lips hovering yours as he whispers “I love you y/n. So damn much.” Sweaty foreheads pressed together, you close your eyes and tell him “I love you too, Koutarou.”

He keeps himself inside of you as he collapses down, resting his full weight on top of you. You run your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails across his scalp softly as he rests his head on your chest.

A soft, content hum leaves his throat.

“I hope it takes…” you say, half talking to Bo, half talking to yourself.

He repositions his head, resting his chin on your chest as he looks up at you. “If it doesn’t, we’ll keep trying, okay?”

You nod in agreement as Bo finally pulls out. You sigh at the sudden loss as he moves to sit next to you against the headboard, moving an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest. He places a kiss on the crown of your head and says “But, I have a good feeling about this one.”

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