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xutokawa · 3 years

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aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx

pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.3k

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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Suna

“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.

“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.

“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”

“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.

“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined.

“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.

“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.

As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you.

“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.

Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”

“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back.

Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.

“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.

“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague.

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.

“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret.

“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.

“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.

“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.

“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.

“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.

“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.

“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.

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Bokuto

“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.

“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago.

“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.

Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.

The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice.

“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.

“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.

Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind.

Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?

As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat.

Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.

Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.

The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling.

Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving.

“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”

Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.

“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands.

“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger.

“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.

Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust.

“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.

That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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hii!! i wanted to request some hcs with the haitani brothers, hanma and sanzu with a tall s/o? (like around 5’8/ 170cm)

i know that the requests are closed but i’ve read that we can still ask!! so please take your time!!

stay safe and always eat bb<3 love you!!

u are so sweet and took my time i did 😭 thank u so much for requesting babe! u take care always and i love u too mwah(ʃƪ＾3＾<8

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋

PAIRINGS: Hanma, Sanzu, & Haitani brothers x gn! reader

GENRE: fluff humor

♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 stands at 192cm, he's a zombie— claimed by Draken—so if you're around 170 to 180cm, best believe in this mans eyes you're still as short as a fry.

- Though if you were shorter, the bullying could increase by 10% but since you were just a couple inches lower than him, you still weren't free from his little teases. Despite being 5'8, you don't even know why he's still acting like you were at 5'4. While the others were actually quite surprised to see your height, your boyfriend is a complete menace who was still pointing out how he stands above everyone, including you.

- Even if he shows how average you were to his eyes, there's that satisfaction that covers his heart when he watches you brawl with people and your height towers over them to the point you've knocked them out for you to crouch down and smile at their loss—that sight was heart fueling for your Shuji.

- The way you'd give a side eye to those who disrespect you or how you're tilting your head at someone's dismay, his attraction to you doubles at a pace when your intimidation peaks through. You're giving off an energy that's just perfect for other people to back off your business and god, he loves that so much. "Hm, you look fantastic." He whispers, a kiss to your nape.

- The way the clothes hug to your figure, emphasizing from your torso down to your legs, he doesn't need to hide how his eyes are lounging on you. A smile paints his lips everytime he looks at you.

- Them long legs of yours are gonna be rottenly spoiled. Hanma likes it over his shoulder when he's sat below you, wrapped around his waist when he carries you, trapped on either of his sides when you're play fighting— he wants you to let it stay there. Mans love some comfort and how he's able to squish your thighs.

- Someone shorter than him=arm rest/table. He doesn't even care if he does it out of spite or he's doing it when his eyes lack the sight of a place to put an object on. If he's standing, his elbow is on the crown of your head. He does it when he's talking, waiting for something—there's not a time of day where he's not doing it. It pisses you off because instead of him taking it, he requests for you to stay still as long as it was there.

"Shuji, if I tilt my head that coffee of yours is gonna land straight to your crotch, I'm tempted to do it either way."

"Keeping it hot, huh? Well if that isn't-" *you just tilted your head*

- Not only that, if he's not resting an object to your head, Hanma replaces it with his body. This tall slump of a man drapes his entire self down to your back and your shoulders, expecting that you'd catch him that willingly but the first time he tried it out, you ended up falling with him. "Oi, you're so heavy!" You complained when your own figure dropped to the couch with him on top of your back.

"It's called trust, babe. You should've caught me."

- He does love resting on your body when he's dead tired. You could sense it sometimes on how he was going to urge you to go back to your hideout to get some rest when he leaves soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. Even when his arms were dangling off of them, he's just trying not to doze off while they were plotting something that he needed to remember. "Shuji, they're calling your name."

"Answer it for me, I just need to be home with you."

- When it comes to sharing clothes, it's a hit or miss for him. Your wardrobe is composed of large jackets, hoodies, and etc. but when he's looking for a shirt, he ends up coming out of your closet with his lower abdomen exposed, that V-line of his out for you to gawk on while you turn your gaze away when he notices. "I should wear this often, don't you think so babe?"

"... Sure."

- He doesn't want to admit it but when the night arrives and the cycle of turns in the bed while you slept—he loves it when you cuddle him instead of the other way around. Hanma is surrounded in your arms and his head is down to your chest with a lose arm to your waist. He wakes up before you so when he sees the position he's in, he'll stay there until you open your eyes just so he can feel how right it is to be with you.

- If you wore heels or boots that supported you in giving you three to five inches worth of extra height, you're smirking at him while you survived a couple of steps, enough for him to roll his eyes when you passed by. You were admiring yourself from the mirror, loving the thickness of the sole and how you reached the tip of the door.

While you turned your heel to walk away, Hanma extends his leg out, tripping you in the process as you let out a shocked sound but instead of landing to the floor, you found yourself in his arms and you were met with his eyes.

"So you think you can outwit me now, babe?"

♡ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 doesn't even take notice of your height until your head was above the rest of his clients, showcasing how you stood at the same level at a few of them.

- Even so, he doesn't mind any requirements to be with him. No matter the height—his priorities lie somewhere else and he could care less about it but, it's safe to say with how you strut amongst them, the intimidation you hold was immensely tugging his heartstrings.

- The best part about being tall with him was how you were tagged in a team of two to critique the other Bonten members. Sure, you weren't one to talk since almost all of the other executives were way ahead of you and the only place you have a right to judge on was Koko who was the same as you. Still, Sanzu didn't care if he was overstepping anything.

"God, being so fucking tall is exhausting." He sighs while you chuckled, holding out a glass on the counter for him to take. "Hey, sweetheart, can you hand me the bottle at the top of the fridge?" He emphasizes on the location, too cocky about it while you submit to his request and the Haitani brothers were too used to it to ever bother. "Does Sanzu know Y/N isn't even that tall?" Rindou argues. "Let them have their moment." Ran comments.

"Lucky." Mikey whispers from the other side, a dorayaki in his hand, eyes droopy as Sanzu clears his throat when he realized their leader was indicating how he lacked the opportunity to brag about how he couldn't even reach 5'5.

- Sanzu is obsessed in dressing you in his suits. Seeing that you weren't going to drown in the fabric, he always insist that you throw on a tiny fashion show just to fit into them and let himself bask in your beauty, adoring every fitted corner of his clothes to you. "Turn around, will you?"

"You're as stunning as always." He comments, hands on your collar while he undos your tie. "Now I think we should return this to Ran before he finds out we stole it again."

- His clothes are like a never ending supply for you to borrow. He allows it himself, not just the suits, but everything from his closet is free for you to take because he saw you struggling when it comes to shopping because your clothes would either fall too short or too thin for you.

- He would purposely tilt his head a little higher just so he can still claim the throne even if he already won. "I'm sorry I can't see you." He mocks, looking down on you.

- Sanzu likes to take naps on your lap. He has so much skin to grasp for when he missed a pillow, his hand is gripping on your thighs, humming in his sleep at how plum they were.

- Forehead kisses are his absolute favorite to do to you. He doesn't even have to bend down or even shift his head, Haru has a hand to the back of your head to pull you to him and his lips will be on that same spot no matter the day or time. He seeks it for a sign of assurance he wants to give to you.

- When you're wearing high ass shoes, he definitely falls in love with your presence even more. Something about your aura was striking and powerful that it was yearning for more of this side to you. Once you reach his height as you walk in on their interrogation, Sanzu will sling his arm around your shoulder, the right proportion to kiss your cheek.

"Will you do the honors, angel?"

♡ 𝐑𝐀𝐍's height hasn't been stated but he gives off 5'11-6'1 energy so let's go with that, meaning that he was genuinely surprised by your 5'8 self.

- Right off the bat, Ran doesn't need to pester you on your height because he loves it too much. He finds it attractive to see a person that gives off the idea how you knew how to handle yourself. When you waltz into the room, his eyes are fixated on you even if you switch directions talking from member to member. Mans is hooked on whatever you do.

- As other people take notice of you, their heads would always do a double take when you pass by them. You don't pay attention to what they perceive you as but Ran feels cocky about it. Some would come up to you to compliment or ask you if you model, solely because of your height and you'd turn down the assumption but feel giddy at a few words that they said to you.

"Model huh? Invite me to your show." He jokes, pinching your nose.

- Ran is sly and can’t deny that his eyes are drawn to your legs. He won’t even look away—it depends though. If he knows you’re in a bad mood, he won’t do it. He doesn’t want to piss you off even more but when your legs are clad in some shorts, mans will sneak glances. “Pervert.” You dissed, covering your legs with a pillow while he whines. “But those are my favorite sleep shorts you have!”

- He’d even request you wear it often just for him to earn a smack from you. While he enjoys his time, mostly his privilege of the only one whose able to be like that towards you, whoever is not blessed with that same honor will definitely face a punch or two. “AHCK!” A person groans from behind you and before you could turn around, Ran returns to your side with a smile as he retracts his baton. “What the hell was that?” You asked.

“Oh you know, people these days...can’t respect boundaries.”

“Says the one with the hand in my back pocket.”

- You'd think that being tall was such an advantage when it comes to reaching the top parts of a cabinet or being free from tipping your toes, indeed you were safe but from Ran, you are not. You'd be happily skimming through some items at the grocery until you see your messy boyfriend's head from the other side while he smiles at you, mischief from the shine in his eyes.

He then extends his hand while it lightly taps your head, letting out a chuckle. "Heya, babe." He oddly greets and the expression he reads from your features is a mix of confusion and doubt of why you said yes to him.

- Apart from that, he's bound to do more nonsense. A very bad example is when you're play fighting, there's a hold to your forehead to halt you from causing more damage, which the damage is mild and nonexistent when it came from a pillow. "Ran, don't hold me like a child!"

"Hehe, it's fun~"

♡ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔's impression when he first saw you definitely left a mark to his mind, something to remember you by but it's a clear note how your height was testing him.

- The young Haitani gives off 5'8-5'10 vibes so to think that one day you'd be able to outgrow him turns him into one pouty and stubborn ass of a boyfriend. More so when you're standing beside him and you're head is literally set near his eyebrows. "You mad at me or something?" You asked him chuckling, noticing how he's keeping distance.

"I'm not."

- He does think it's pretty neat. You're grabbing off everything from where you needed it, not asking him for any type of favors but he just thinks how versatile and useful it was. Cooking with you in the kitchen is a harmonious process because he didn't need to worry about his mini assistant not being able to reach the shelves.

- When you're lounging on the couch with your legs to his lap, his two fingers are imitating miniature figures walking on your skin, a habit he does absentmindedly. Your legs are covering most of his space so he makes the most of it through his hand that would caress it every now and then, sometimes even subtle squishes to your thigh. "That kinda tickles." You alarmed him when he started repeatedly pointing to your inner thigh while he smirks.

"Thanks for letting me know, hun." *proceeds to do it again and again*

- He'd also massage them. After a long night and he sees the scars on your heel or on the side of your feet, he'd advice you to lay down on the bed so he can work his way to your ease. "I'm beat." You sighed, eyes closing at the exhaustion.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here." He says, hushing you off your worries.

- If you got into an injury where he needed to hop you on his back to get you to the car as fast as possible—no shit even when you're dying he's going to complain. He's grunting all over the place, facing his own difficulties while you're close to dozing off on his shoulder. "Why are you so—ugh." He rants. "If my back breaks, I'm blaming you, babe but stay with me okay? Stay with me and argue about how wrong I am."

- In a more practical situation, he will avoid giving you piggy backs because his spine mattered more. It wasn't because you were extra weight, it was for the reason that your legs were a havoc in the making when it's capable of swinging multiple directions to break a few stuff.

- Rindou, alike Hanma, would also like it when you hug him during your sleep. Though he thinks that he should be the one to do it, he just lets the time pass and live in your arms until sunrise. After then, he'd find himself indulging in your embrace more than the typical position.

- Speaking of falling asleep with him, he's clinging to your legs like a koala. Some would say you looked exactly like his victims that he'd break the joints of so it does alarm you at how the position was too similar. Rindou wakes up, tugging on them, half forgetting that he hugged you like that and there's a sudden snap coming from below you, unaware that he just cracked his knuckles.

"Did you just... break my leg?"

"Huh?"

- Bonus: he'd spoil you with shoes when he sees how expensive and confident you looked in them.

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