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grocery store...date?

characters: bokuto, fem! reader, akaashi (briefly)

wc: 3.3k

warnings: none?

a/n: for the xoxo, valentine's collab by the i tried🌱 server; managed to post this while it's still valentine's day (in the pst time zone at least); also not proofread

Your hands are shaking, phone in a vice-like grip in your hand that’s lifted to your ear. The call ended a few seconds ago but all you can hear is your blood rushing. Your knuckles are probably a ghostly white by now, but you can’t seem to put the phone down. Bokuto called…that was a phone call from Bokuto…he called you. He called to ask you to accompany him to the grocery store. Hold on, the grocery store? Is that supposed to be a code word for something romantic?

You mull over all possible date ideas for today, Valentine’s Day, and the grocery store isn’t on the list. What’s romantic about that? You drop your phone on the couch, nerves permanently pooling in your stomach. You’re nervous to say the least, you feel it all the way to the tips of your fingers, so you wring your hands. If only you knew that you weren’t the only one losing their grip on sanity.

Bokuto paces back and forth as he waits for Akaashi to answer his call. Akaashi isn’t able to get a word out before Bokuto is babbling at 100 miles a minute. “IaskedheroutandIcan’tstopshaking.” Akaaashi bites back a laugh, because he knows exactly what Bokuto said, yet chooses to press further to make him all the more nervous.

“Bokuto-san, what did you say? If you want me to understand, you have to breathe through your words.” He hears the deep breath Bokuto takes, he can even hear the soft pitter-patter of Bokuto’s feet on the floor while he paces.

“I…asked…her…out.”

Akaashi knows you’ve both been pining for one another ever since you became friends. Everyone notices the stolen glances between the two of you. He had caught his friend side-eyeing you or flicking his gaze to you first in any group setting one too many times. Akaashi has known you longer than Bokuto, he knows your tells and can easily spot the difference in your gaze, no matter how slight, when you look at Bokuto. Your eyes soften, shoulders slumping as you relax in his presence, even the way you stand changes-your arms that were previously crossed over your chest now at your sides. You open up like a book, and he can read you easily.

If only Bokuto would catch on, because he notices how at ease his friend feels when he’s around you. So, it confuses him that Bokuto is currently wound tight, clearly panicking because he’s going to be alone with you. There’s a stark contrast between his usual easy-going nature when he’s around you and his current state-an absolute wreck. It’s not his first date, but you’d think otherwise had you been able to see him now.

“Bokuto-san, you’re usually so calm and collected around her. What’s different about today?”

“Akaashi, it’s Valentine’s Day!”

Akaashi fails to see the life-or-death situation his friend finds himself in. His phone pings to alert him of an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, he chuckles when he sees your name. “I’ll call you back Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto blurts out incoherent words before the line goes dead for a brief second while your call connects.

“Akaashi…I’m freaking out!”

This time, Akaashi doesn’t hide his laugh, to which you grimace. Talk about mean. “You know this isn’t a funny matter.”

“Let me guess, Bokuto called you to ask you out and you agreed?”

“That’s the thing! He asked me to go with him to a grocery store!”

Akaashi’s smile is frozen on his face. Bokuto hadn’t told him where he was going to take you, and a grocery store doesn’t exactly sound like it has “date potential”. “Gimme a sec.”

“Akaashi, wait!” Too late. He hangs up and dials Bokuto’s number.

“Bokuto-san, a grocery store?!”

Bokuto cringes and pulls the phone away from his ear. Once Akaashi’s voice has lowered, Bokuto continues, tone suddenly serious. “Look, it sounds ridiculous I know, but…but…hear me out. I was nervous okay. I know I’m calm around her, but we’ve never hung out alone, let alone go on a date! When we hang out it’s always been the three of us. I’ve been meaning to ask her out but every time I look at her the words that I spent hours rehearsing at night in bed, the confessions I’ve spent going over and over in my head the seconds before we meet up, it all disappears as soon as I look at her.” His tone softens by the time he’s done with his spiel, and Akaashi knows his intentions are in the right place. Bokuto’s intentions are always in the right place.

“So, why the grocery store?”

“I still haven’t got the courage to ask her out on an official date. I suppose asking her to accompany me to do mundane tasks will help me feel more at ease when it’s just the two of us.”

“Why are you so worried, Bokuto-san?”

“What if she’s disappointed by what she sees when we’re alone…that’s why I’m so nervous.”

Akaashi hums, and before ending the call he tries his best to console his worry-wart of a friend. “I think everything will be okay, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto sighs deeply, feeling somewhat consoled. “Thanks, Akaashi.”

Their call ends, and Akaashi calls you back. “Before you say anything, I don’t think you have to worry about anything. Just…enjoy the moment. Deal?”

You’re stunned to say the least. “Alright, deal.”

Akaashi hangs up and collapses on the couch. Who knew playing cupid could be so exhausting?

So here you are, trusting your gut and your friend, waiting for Bokuto to pick you up from your home. You weren’t sure how to dress considering it is the grocery store, so you went with a casual yet very appropriate outfit given the holiday. You keep pacing from your couch to the window, antsy for his arrival. What would you even talk about?

You’re sure you’re wearing a trail into your floor after about the 6th time you’ve walked to the window in under 3 minutes. You’re about to turn back to your couch when, out of the corner of your eye, you see Bokuto’s car. Your heart races as you book it to the couch, sitting as if you had been calmly waiting and not on the verge of passing out.

With your foot’s incessant tapping and the sweat beginning to bead on your forehead you swear you’ll never forgive Akaashi for roping you into this. Your breath hitches when you hear light knocking against your door. You stand up and wipe the palms of your hands on your skirt, legs wobbly as you walk toward the door. You fill your lungs with air, hold it for a few seconds then exhale, and practically rip the door open and off its hinges. You shrug sheepishly. “Sorry.”

All Bokuto can do is stare at you with a stupidly enamored look on his face, words that had been on the tip of his tongue suddenly dissolving. His mouth hangs slightly open, and you gather what is probably the most courage you’ve ever had so you can take his chin within your thumb and forefinger to close his mouth.

You misinterpret his silence as judgment. You look yourself over and feel overdressed. “The skirt was a bad call huh? I knew it was too much.”

You’re about to head toward your room when Bokuto sputters out that he thinks you look fine. “Actually, more than fine. You’re pretty.” His eyes widen and he stumbles over his correction. “I mean you look pretty.” He inwardly groans and sweeps his arm out in a grand gesture, leading you out the door. “After you.”

You try to fight back the smile but it’s no use really. It’s hard not to smile around him. You step out to allow him to shut the door, then lock up afterward.

He holds his arm out for you to take, which you graciously clutch because you’re absolutely sure that if you walk without support, you’ll fall flat on your face. The walk to his car is uneventful, just as uneventful as the drive to the grocery store.

And by uneventful, I mean quiet. You can tell there’s tension between the two of you, and the only thing saving you is the music playing quietly in the car. You look out the window, hand clutching your skirt in a poor attempt to ground you.

“Bokuto…what do you have to get at the grocery store?” You turn to look at him while your hand lowers the window a bit to get rid of the suffocating feeling settling like a fog.

“Uh, groceries.”

“Huh, you don’t say.”

Bokuto clears his throat and tightens his grip on the steering wheel. He hopes a wormhole opens up and swallows him, anything really. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

And for the first time you feel like you can be genuine with him, a smile gracing your lips as your eyes land on his side profile, gaze softening. “I am too, don’t worry.”

Bokuto’s eyes light up once he sees the market front, excited about the prospect of free samples. “Have you ever been here before?”

“I can’t say that I have.” You eye him curiously, wondering what put him in a good mood so suddenly.

He rushes out of the car and heads to your side, opening the door for you like the true gentleman he is. He leans closer to you as he excitedly tells you about the yummy free samples they offer. “I think they might even have chocolate considering what today is.” The boy practically drags you into the store as he tells you about all the food he’s tried here. His strides are longer than yours and you’re huffing embarrassingly loud by the time you’re both in the store.

He looks down at you and notices your flushed cheeks and smiles. “Sorry, I just can’t wait for you to try the stuff they give out.” And with a smile as warm as that you’re sure you’d forgive just about everything he could possibly put you through…everything short of anything illegal.

You had to have some dignity left.

He takes your hand, nerves and worries nothing but a distant memory now, as he leads you around the store. While you’re on the verge of combusting, Bokuto seems calm. He’s not as tense as he was when he was at your doorstep. You want to ask why, and if you did Bokuto would tell you that it’s because being with you is easy, it’s as easy as taking a breath of fresh air. But you don’t ask. You do ask what it was he needed from the grocery store.

“We can look for that later, let’s find the free samples first.” And you have no choice but to follow him because he’s got your hand firm in his grasp, but you wouldn’t dare tell him to let go. It’s not like you want to tell him to let go either, you’re content. So you let Bokuto pull you along, not wanting to pop the bubble of excitement he’s created for the two of you.

He spots a set up with an assortment of chocolates and skids to a stop. He stands behind you and places his hands on your shoulders. “Tell me you see it too.”

“The set up?”

He doesn’t even answer, just pushes you forward and lets you lead the way. The worker on the opposite side of you smiles and urges you both to try any piece of the small delicacies. Bokuto waits for you to pick one, and he grabs a different piece, claiming that this way you both can split it in half so you both get to try two different chocolates. You can’t argue with logic. You both take a bite out of the chocolates, then promptly trade.

“What do you think?”

You hum, still unsure of which one you liked best. “I think I like yours better.”

He shakes his head, adamant about your pick being better. You concede, because again, who are you to deny him of anything when he’s looking at you so intensely. He’s smitten with you, and just like you’d do anything for him, he’d do anything for you. Ask him for the moon and he’ll ask where he can buy a rocket ship. Ask him for flowers that only grow in some remote part of the country and he’d be on the first flight there. Ask him to stop the world and he’ll figure it out.

So, while Bokuto pulls you along from kiosk to kiosk, trying every confection available, spouting about what flavors he likes best and hanging onto every word you speak, you realize there is nothing to be nervous about. Because my god he is easy to get along with. He could have met you last week and he’d make you feel like he’s known you for years.

You stare up at him, a soft smile curving your lips as you watch him eat yet another sample. He looks down and sees the dessert he handed you still in the palm of your hand. “You didn’t even try it,” and you hear the pout in his voice.

“Sorry,” your cheeks feel warm as you look down and split the dessert in half. You place the bigger half in his palm and pop your half into your mouth before he can protest about you giving him the bigger piece.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you giving me the bigger piece. You get the next one, okay?” You look around and hope Bokuto does too because you don’t think he’s noticed that this is the last table of free samples.

“Bokuto, we’ve already made our way around the whole store!” You don’t fight the urge to laugh this time. You turn him toward the exit of the store. “See? There aren’t any more samples to try.”

“There are…if you’re a new customer.”

You nod your head. “Right, but we’re not. They’ll recognize us in an instant, Bo.”

He short circuits at the nickname, craving to hear you call him that again. He never knew a name could sound so heavenly the way his just did, and he swears he could propose to you then and there.

You nudge him with your elbow, hoping to catch his attention. “Bokuto?”

That definitely snaps him out of it, though his full surname sounds just as pretty when spoken by you. “They won’t recognize us if we have a disguise.”

You chew on your bottom lip, hating the way you’re already willing to cave. Plus, you’re curious to see how far he’ll take this. “Okay, count me in.”

Again, you’re dragged by Bokuto, his warm hand encasing your own as he pulls you toward his car. He unlocks the passenger side door so he can shuffle through the things in the glove compartment. Finding a pair of sunglasses, he smiles in delight as he hands them to you. He then checks the trunk, hoping to find anything. There isn’t much that’ll help, and you deduce that in under 5 minutes you’ll both be getting kicked out of the store, but why not let him have his fun.

He pulls out a jacket and a baseball cap, placing it on his head as he tries to hide his hair. He finds an extra pair of shades and puts those on while motioning for you to put on the pair he handed you moments ago. He’s about to hand you the jacket when you stop him. “It’ll be too big on me Bo, it’ll make us look even more suspicious than we already do.”

He shrugs, smiling at you with a childlike innocence as he takes your hand in his again. “What if I wait outside?” His smile falls.

“But I wanna go with you.”

“I know but if you go in by yourself, they may not recognize you. If I go, they definitely will.”

By now you both are standing off to the side of the entrance of the store. You can actually see the cogs turning in Bokuto’s brain, formulating some kind of plan. “Okay, I’ll sneak out some samples for you then.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You squeeze his hand before he lets go and saunters into the store, his walk a little too forced to seem nonchalant. So, you wait, and while you do, you start timing him, checking your phone every so often to see how much time has passed. He’s managed to be in there for five minutes with his ridiculous charade, and you can’t believe he’s gotten away with it this far.

You’re about to peek in when the glass doors slide open and out comes Bokuto…accompanied by a security guard.

Your lips quiver as you try to hold in your laugh, not wanting to anger the security guard who doesn’t look pleased with the wide-eyed man in front of you. Bokuto apologizes and is let go, and as soon as the security guard is out of ear shot you both burst into a fit of laughter. Tears spring to both yours and his eyes as you clutch your stomach, the giggles getting the best of you.

Bokuto lets the laughter fade, and he just watches as you wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, completely in love. It’s now or never, he thinks. And before you turn your attention to him, he blurts out his confession.

“I like you!”

You freeze, unsure if he said what you think he just said. It sounds like a confession, it made you feel like you were just confessed to, but…is it a confession? Slowly, you look at him. And there he is, offering you half of a piece of chocolate, already somewhat melted from the warmth of his palm. So, he did manage to grab one sample.

“As in…”

He finishes your sentence for you, nodding his head desperately, hoping you understand what he means, hoping you can feel what he’s feeling in the moment-fear, adoration, and maybe a little bit of nausea. Okay, so he hopes you don’t feel everything he’s feeling.

You close the gap between you, moving his arm aside because the chocolate is far too melted to eat now, and cup his face in your hand. You crane your neck, tilting his head so you can press a kiss to his cheek. Bokuto swears he’s about to pass out, feeling incredibly lightheaded once he feels your soft lips against the skin of his cheek. “Thank you,”

You snort, quirking an eyebrow as you stare at the man before you. “For what?

“For giving me a kiss.” He’s got a lovesick grin on his face, eyes practically hearts as he stares at you dopily. Looking down, he notices the chocolate has completely melted. “I guess you don’t want the chocolate anymore, do you?”

You take his other hand and lead him to the car, where you’re sure you had seen anti-bacterial wipes in his trunk, and shake your head in response to his question. “Nope, but I will go on a date with you. To be fair though, this was pretty fun, and it was funny seeing you get kicked out.”

He lets out a laugh as he opens his trunk, and you grab a wipe before he can. Holding his hand in yours, you begin cleaning up the mess he’s made. “Speaking of,” he starts, so you tilt your head up to look at him while he speaks. He takes the sunglasses off your face and tosses them into the trunk, not really caring whether they break, he just wants to see your pretty eyes. “I was banned from the store.”

Your eyes crinkle as you laugh again, unapologetically so. And Bokuto finds comfort in the fact that you feel comfortable enough around him that you don’t have to fake a laugh or hide your smile. He mirrors your smile, unable to peel his eyes away from you. And when that feeling he gets around you settles in his chest, he knows in his heart that this isn’t something casual or some fling. It’s permanent, and he’ll spend his whole life making sure it stays that way.

clingy in the a.m

characters: bokuto x gn! reader wc: 888 warnings: mildly suggestive at the end, like VERY mild you have to squint to see it a/n: me posting my writing in this economy?! damn 😟

The countertop is cold beneath your bare thighs, the edge digging into your skin as your feet loosely hook around Bokuto’s legs…that is, if he could stand still. You’d think that he’d be less fidgety in the morning when sleep weighs heavy on his mind, but alas, he’s clingy when he’s sleepy…and so he keeps pawing at your sides, fingers clutching the sides of your shirt-his shirt, actually.

You let out a frustrated sigh, the hand holding his face tightens its grip to straighten Bo’s face. “Love, can you stand still so I don’t cut your pretty face?”

He lets out a quiet whine, hands running down along your sides until they’re resting atop your thighs. He spreads your legs just a little more, situating himself between them, ignoring the hiss that slips past your lips at the slight strain to your muscles. “Sorry, ‘m sleepy.”

“I told you to sleep earlier,” you mutter under your breath and resume the task at hand. He never lets it grow out much, opting for a cleaner look; so as soon as he feels the stubble, he drags you into the bathroom, begging that you help him shave. Personally, you think it’s just an excuse for him to be handsy, but no matter…not like you mind having his hands on you.

Though, it’s definitely distracting. His warm, calloused hands rub your thighs absentmindedly. You assume he isn’t doing it on purpose by the far out look in his eyes, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t drive you any less insane. Setting the razor aside, you cradle his face with your hands as you turn him to face you. “I’m almost done, just a few more minutes…please, Bo.”

His gaze leaves his reflection behind you and finds your own. His eyes soften, a complete contrast of the sly smile tilting the corner of his lips. “What’s the matter?”

You lower one of your hands to squeeze his side playfully, hating just how small he makes you feel…again…not that you hate it, if anything you use it to your advantage. He can’t help himself most of the time. According to him, you’re much too irresistible. He squeezes your thighs in return, acknowledging that yes, he’s well aware of what he’s doing despite not being fully awake yet. He’s insufferable, really.

He kisses the tip of your nose, a wordless promise that he’ll stay still long enough for you to finish. Picking up the razor, you finish up the other half of his face, making sure not to use a heavy hand so as to not hurt him, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to ignore the fact that he’s looking straight at you.

His promise holds no weight, as you knew it wouldn’t, because his thumbs start to rub circles into your inner thighs. Your legs try to squeeze shut out of habit, his wide torso keeping you from doing so. Biting your lip, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding through your nose, tossing the razor into the sink beside you.

You lean over to grab a face towel from a basket on the counter, putting it under running water long enough for it to dampen. Holding his face with one hand, you wipe his face clean with the damp towel in your other hand. “You’re all set,” you press a kiss to his lips after throwing the towel into the open hamper in the corner of the bathroom, though you miss by a bit, the towel landing on the edge of the hamper. Your hands find perch on his shoulders, firm beneath your touch. “Now go put on a shirt.”

His hands glide underneath your thighs so he can hoist you up, guiding your legs around his hips as he leaves the bathroom, peppering kisses to your face in adoration. “Thank you, love. Sorry for waking you up so early.”

You shrug, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You know I’d do anything for you, no matter how early.” He sets you down on the bed, hands resting on either side of you, his figure leaning into your personal bubble, albeit that doesn’t exist when you’re Bokuto Koutaro’s lover.

He snorts, a hand giving your thigh another squeeze. “That’s funny, considering you didn’t wanna get out of bed this morning when I asked you to help me out.” That’s another kiss to the corner of your lips-something he likes to do at the end of his sentences.

“I just needed an incentive.”

One of his brows shoots up, smirk returning to his lips, a hint of playfulness evident in his tone. “And what would that incentive be?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps it involves you running late to practice.” You tug at his hair a little harder, and he doesn’t miss a beat, body pressing yours into the mattress as he leans forward…he’s not content until he’s completely wrapped around you.

It’s too easy to rile him up, all you’ve gotta do is say something mildly suggestive and his thoughts run wild, as is obvious by the way his hands are already searching for skin to skin contact beneath your shirt.

And true to your word, he was in fact late to practice, as he will be tomorrow morning…and the morning after that.

❦ HOW MANY KIDS DOES HE WANT

cw: none, this is fluff

i add to this intermittently :)

♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.

— HAWKS (mha), gojo, yuji, CHOSO (jjk), kuroo, bokuto, ATSUMU (hq), kiyoshi, kise (knb), julius, yami (bc), rengoku, akaza (kny),

♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.

— fatgum (mha), megumi (jjk), KITA, daichi (hq), akashi, kuroko (knb), nozel, fuegoleon (bc)

♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.

— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), kakashi, giyuu (kny)

♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.

— SHIGARAKI, dabi (mha), sukuna (jjk), tsukishima (hq), aomine, midorima (knb), sanemi, obanai (kny)

Marathon Sex

Warning: Marathon sex, tons of cumming, tons of orgasms, doggy and mating press, squirting, breeding

Oh god, this was it. You were going to die. You were going to die because he can't stop fucking you.

You don't know what's happening, you couldn't even tell someone your own name if they asked. Your grip on the sheets was starting to get loose, tears flowing down to your cheeks, mouth hanging open with drool pooling on the sheets as you were already fucked out of your mind.

"Come on baby just keep your legs on my shoulders. Can you do that for me?" His breath is hot against your ear. "F-fuck please" he says through a groan. If you weren't so fucked out of your mind you would think that he was actually begging. And you were right. He isn't a whimpering man but here he is, voice cracking from the vice grip your cunt

You are too dumb to reply, only spurting outcries and whines about how good he was fucking you. He snapped his hips so fast that everything seemed like a dream, the bed was shaking immensely with the headboard banging on the wall and you were losing your mind from the friction of his dick against your walls. How long have you been in this mating press? How many times have you cummed? How many times has he cummed in you?

"Wanna fuck you every day," he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal. "fuck fuck fuck," he swears, as he brings a hand to the back of your head and presses your lips onto his. Your so dazed you practically drool into the kiss, letting him entangle his tongue with yours until spit smeared on either side of your lips. He doesn’t slow the movement for a second as he kisses you, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing from the brutality.

Suddenly, it hits you. Like an ignition of fire your brain goes white and you feel yourself ascend to euphoria.

“You gonna cum baby?" he coos into your hear, pressing light kisses on the hollow of your neck. "fuck, cum for me baby, please, cum on me." His hand flew between your bodies to rapidly rub your clit back and forth, hurtling you towards your orgasm. Your pussy tightens so hard around his cock that he nearly has to stop his thrusts. Your mouth grows lax as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. 

“That’s it,” He fucks you through your orgasm, pouring every ounce of his strength into chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flushed against yours, burying himself in your creamy cunny.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

His grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. But he's not done.

Before you could recover, he rolls you onto your back, in doggy, and slips into you. After the first thrust he has to hold still for a second, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would burst inside you again. But the moment of rest only lasts for a second. He resumes his brutal pace, pumping himself in and out of you.

You are wetter then ever down there, there is no longer friction only the mind-numbing pleasure of his tip hitting your cervix again and again.

There is no warning when he cums inside you again, you only know when you feel his cum drip down your thigh.

"Feel so good, you feel so good baby."

You're in heaven right now. Your mind has gone to a different space detached from this world. Every time he pushes into you, this tip of his dick rubbed perfectly against the gummy spot in you that made your whole body shake.

“Fuckkkk… I’ll fill you up, make you a mommy, you’d like that wouldn’t you… shit.”

All you can do is dumbly nod as you felt the crescendo of your euphoria building and building. It was so hot, your skin was radiating heat and before you could say anything you were tumbling toward the end faster then you could put a stop to it.

“S’feels weird~” you babble, too fucked dumb to properly pronunciate words.

“Oh yeah? What does it feel like?” He coos, grabbing either side of your hips harder to fuck himself into you from your behind.

“Like m’gonna pee I don’t-hah-” something was pressing down on your stomach and it was overtaking your body; too fast to put a stop to it. You started to shake, abdomen clenching and mouth going into the lock jaw, tongue rolling out as you squirted clear juices everywhere.

“Oh f- good girl" He says through a groan, not stopping for a second as your pussy fluttered and clenched around him.

GOJO, GETO, TOJI, SUKUNA, NANAMI, CHOSO, SANAMI, TENGEN, BOKUTO, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, SHIGARAKI, DABI

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

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Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

HEYYYYY!! I saw your ask box was open and I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Where the reader is in a massive fight with a friend they haven't seen for like 3 years and the friend takes it too far by saying something like "That's your boyfriend? How gross" "Ew why does he look like that? Couldn't grab someone better? Ugly ho" or whatever you come with? Tendou, Bokuto, Kenma, Kags, Nishinoya please, if you will?

I screeched when I saw this omg thank you I hope this is up to your standards bebs 😼👍🏾 but uh I should say some did come out a little bit like scenarios but I tried to stick to headcanons sorry for that still hope you enjoy 🎃😼

~Admin Rizzo

Tendou Satori

-you was minding your own business walking through a park your hands intertwined with your lover when a ✨m u s t y✨ old friend you knew had decided to share there unwanted opinions

-Tendou could see how uncomfortable you was and wanted to remove you from the situation but as he went to walk around the obstacle you stopped dead in your tracks

-“That’s who your with oh my god that’s fucking gross, I guess you’ll hook up with anyone you thot”

-It’s safe to say that tendou had come up with thousands of insults by the time the slur left there mouth

-Who even was this person?— WAIT WHO THEY CALLING A THOT?!

-you wasn’t a very confrontational person but nevertheless you wasn’t about to let this person who wasn’t even in your day to day life anymore talk smack about your man

-you went to retaliate when a big arm swooped around your shoulder catching you off guard

-“Babe lets go I wanted to bring you to the park today not a circus” 🤡

-Needless to say your ‘friend’ was shocked and maybe a little intimidated

-You on the other hand had to summon all the strength in your body not to laugh in there face

-With his arm still wrapped around he moved you away from the situation the both of you quickly changing the subject to something more important

Bokuto Kōtarō

-Bokuto loves spoiling you

-your the love of his life and he will make sure you know this not only through his words but also his actions

-this however works both ways there isn’t something you wouldn’t do to show him how much you support and love him

-You was sitting in the crowd at one of his games it was a very important one winning this match would definitely get him recognized by some powerhouse teams

-every time he would score a point for his team he would look up at you and every time you would be there imitating his celebration “HEY HEY HEY THATS MY ACE” You felt only pride and absolute infatuation with this man

-you was cheering your heart out when you suddenly felt someone bump your shoulder (a little too hard to be an accident—)

-You swung your head around only to come face to face with an old friend from middle school they looked bitter asf and your conscience was telling you to just ignore them

-“Oh you have nothing to say to me now Huh? I see your at another one of these boring ass games I thought you didn’t have time for people?”

-It’s true at one point you did say that but you didn’t think you’d loose one of your closest friends because of it even so you continue to ignore them hoping they’d get the message and leave

-they didn’t.

-“So you and number 4 are together I’m assuming. I guess ugly attracts ugly”

-immediately you saw red but you couldn’t ruin this for bokuto important people were here. As if he could sense your distress he shot his eyes up to where you were in the stand

-He called a time out, and started running out the gym everyone was confused but when he reappeared in the stands you knew all to well that he had caught on

-“Babe I just noticed your supposed to be closer to the match your an important guest” he smiled you mouthed him a thank you and gathered your things walking a few rows closer to the front

-Thankfully Akaashi was there looking up at you distracting you. The owllike man glared at your old friend “I don’t know what you did to Y/N but you better leave before you have another problem”

-When you looked back your ex friend was nowhere to be seen you giggled as bokuto gave you a big kiss before returning to the court

Kozume Kenma

-Kenma isn’t a contentious person in fact he would much rather settle an issue in the most inconspicuous way possible

-Even so if he feels that him or his partner was disrespected in anyway he will not hesitate

-You and Kenma was at a gaming convention you had been planning since the beginning of February (it’s now late April)

-You had sat through the entrance ceremony and was walking around admiring all the stalls and you were both having so much fun

-Kenma had left you for a split second to get someone’s autograph it was the animator from a game he played religiously you didn’t mind you stayed put and was scrolling through your phone

-“Long time no see y/n” you lifted your head to the sound of your name being called and made perfect eye contact with an old ‘friend’

-If you were being completely honest you hated them all they did was make you feel like an inferior insect whenever you two were together you hummed a ‘yo’ before going back to your phone

-“Still a quiet freak eh LuLu I guess you here on your own or something”

-Lulu was the name of a magical girl from a cartoon you used to love but upon finding out people would use it to mock and degrade you

-you was gonna walk away the ridiculous nickname when you heard a familiar voice

-“no y/n is with me and you are?” It was a genuine question but anyone who didn’t know Kenma would take his pack of expression as bored or sarcastic

-The person scoffed and pointed accusingly at Kenma “That’s who your with LuLu you couldn't do any better HE’S JUST AS LIFELESS AS YOU ARE”

-You tugged on Kenma sleeve motioning to just leave as you felt uncomfortable but Kenma wasn’t having it you had been so excited to be here and with him and this nobody came out of nowhere and started harassing you

-“Listen um going to say this in a way you could understand— he smirked at you and then opened his mouth again

-What escaped his mouth next left you shocked, scared, a little embarrassed for him even but mostly touched

-he cleared his throat

-“lifeless. I’m not lifeless in fact I have a burning hatred for you right now. And that why I feel no guilt in what I’m about to do.”

-You gulped and held on tighter to kenma’s sleeve mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to do

-“YoU HaTe LuLu’S tRanSforMatiOn sOng?!” He practically shouted. Instantly a horde or gamers, writers, weebs and more bombarded the area shouting and screaming and causing a scene

- From all the commotion it’s sounded like your ‘friend’ was ok but some of the words leaving the mouths of the mob were kinda cruel

-you smirked and Kenma led you away

-You know he doesn’t like being the center of attention but he still protected you and for that you’d be sure to thank him for that

Kageyama Tobio

-Kags never really liked leaving you behind when he had to go to different countries

-without you it made him anxious and you would reassure him that you’d be fine and eagerly awaiting his return

-Including the return of his big, fat juicy—

Ahem heart 🙂

-You had been sitting in a café Face Timing him

-You’d often have dates like this and you both enjoyed them you was talking to him when someone took up a seat next to you

-“Hey Y/n funny running into you here” a familiar voice echoed

-A w k w a r d you hadn’t seen or heard from this person since a fight you had a couple years ago why now?

-You had nearly forgotten about your boyfriend on the other side of your iPad screen until “Oh you bought a friend y/n”

-you was at a loss for words but before you could answer the unwanted annoyance to your left answered for you

-‘We’re not friends y/n cut me off because she’s toxic” it took kageyama a solid 10 seconds to realize that this wasn’t a real friend and that you were silently asking for help

-You rested your head in hand obscuring the person from kags field of vision therefore blocking there vision of your face and boyfriend

-hoping they’d get the message without you having to vocalize it

-they stood up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding

-“I wasn’t checking out your friend don’t worry he isn’t my type I prefer cute boys” they spat

-Before you could even assess the fact that they pretty much called your boyfriend ugly you was already pissed at the fact that they referred to kags as your friend

-you stood up abruptly and it’s like they were waiting for you to loose your cool all hope was lost when you heard him clear his throat

-“[there Instagram name] Damn you was easy to find. I liked you post”

-You felt a tinge of confusion race through you but watching all the blood in there body rush to your friends face made you curious

-“DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW” people were definitely looking in your direction

-“Leave then I will” Now you was curious what the help did he do?

-seconds, literal seconds. The annoyance was nowhere to be seen

-“Kags..wha—”

“I shared there IP address in the comments :p”

- “PFFT kAgS!”

Nishinoya Yū

-Noya made sure that you felt like the only person in the world before he asked you out, so when you started dating you didn’t think he could get any more protective over you

-You was sitting in the cinema with him both smiling and listening on to the movie

-He fidgets a lot in his seat but you dont mind you know he cant help it besides you find it cute he is just so full of energy

-“Babe imma go to the toilet be right back” he kissed your cheek and left

-you continue to watch the movie until you feel someone slither into the seat next to you and hearing the voice your your temples irks and your expression one of annoyance

-One of your ex friends for how many years ago had to be in the same theatre at the same time on the SAME FUCKING DAY

-they didn't seem like they were moving so you just spoke first

- “can i help you.?” 

-No response :/

-You were even more irritated than before

-Noya came back a few minutes later and noticed another person had sat right next to you 

-Noya is dense VERY VERY DENSE he assumed you ran into one of your friends so he didn't question it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-After the movie finished you grabbed your things and rushed to get out of that situation

-The same person had finally said something after a whole hour

- “That’s who you came with.. You really know how to pick em an annoying toddler really Y/n your honestly pathetic--”

-It didn’t bother Noya he has been called short all his life this isn’t any different but this rando was obviously upsetting you and he would NOT have that

-Noya would step infront of you and confront the person they get a warning 

-one fucking warning 

-If they don’t take it i shit you not noya is going for the ankles periodt

- “I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BUT YOUR UPSETTING MY PARTNER THE FUCKING DOOR IS BEHIND YOU SO TURN AROUND”

-Noya looked like the aggressor and its safe to say he may have caused a scene but he would be a fool not to step in and protect you with all you got

No words to describe how much we love this you’re amazing 😭😭

Pairing: Omega!Bokuto x Alpha!f!reader

Tags/tw: Body insecurity/reassurance, hurt/comfort, listen we are taking care of him okay, nipple play, oral, anal fingering, anal sex, knotting, heavy praise kink, thighs thighs thighs, creampie

WC: 7.1k

A/N: For those who are unfamiliar with abo, female alphas have dicks but they’re still women!! They still have boobs and feminine features. This is strictly an abo universe thing, it’s not a comment on anything else.

A/N2: Me and @meiansmistress (thanks for beta-ing my love <3) were thirsting and thinking and got to talking about how criminal it is that there’s hardly any female!alpha fics out there, so we decided to do something about it 😤💞 At the bottom of this fic you’ll find a link to the sister fic to this one, with Omega!Osamu

Bokuto Koutarō, wing spiker of the MSBY Jackals, is not the alpha most believe him to be. He looks like one, with sharp canines and an intimidating physique with his towering height and bulging muscle; he even somewhat smells like one, he’s been told quite often. 

So that’s what he started letting people believe. It was easier—and somewhat less painful—than the raised eyebrows, surprised exclamations and judgemental looks on the rare occasions when Bokuto shared the truth: 

That he’s actually an omega.

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Haikyu Boys respond to the text ,"I want a baby"

Featuring : Kuroo, Oikawa, Ushijima, Bokuto, Kenma, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Tsukishima, and Iwaizumi

(These r so fun to do)

Haikyu Boys respond to you texting them,"You're Pretty"

Featuring: Oikawa, Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Bokuto, Kenma, Tsukishima and Kuroo

(I'm always up for doing other characters and a part 2, so please request them and/or other text prompts if you'd like!)

Haikyuu Boys responding to ✨noods✨

Featuring: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kenma, Kuroo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Tsukishima, Bokuto, Ushijima, and Tendou

18+ I guess?? It's not too suggestive per se

Haikyuu Boys x Reader

I don't even know how to title this one, it's the one tiktok texting trend where someone accuses their s/o of being in someone else's car and sends them a pic of a cockroach instead. That's literally it.

Featuring: Tanaka, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Tendou, Ushijima, Kenma, Kuroo, Oikawa, Nishinoya and Iwaizumi

"where are you running off to?" [nsfw]

note: crawling or moving away from hq boys while they’re going to pound town. this is definitely not self-indulgent I just think the phrase is extremely hot

warnings: hair pulling, manhandling, vulgar language, degradation, slapping, choking, spit roasting, mentions of implied female body parts

featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima, oikawa, kageyama, atsumu

bokuto, who a man of his size, often forgets just how strong he is. what doesn't help is his never wavering stamina to go with it. his grasp on your hips is firm and surely is going to leave bruises behind. he pounds into you loud and messy, the sound of skin on skin drowning out your whimpering and crying. each time he slams back into you, your breath is knocked out of your system. "k-kou, 'is too much!" you squirm, wiggling away from his body. you attempt to push at his thighs and the frosted-tipped-haired man grumbles, quickly pulling you back so your ass is flush against him. when you try to move away again, he simply pulls your body up before turning you around so you're now facing him. you think he's finally listening to you but then he takes your legs and throws them over his shoulders. pressing them up further to your chest so that you are in a mating press, he groans when he sinks back into you. there's an obscene squelch from how wet and messy the two of you are and you can’t help but clench around him. he bites and nibbles on your ear before saying, "baby, don't be difficult. let me fuck you like how I know you need to be fucked, okay?"

atsumu who gets antsy at a team dinner because he can’t get over how beautiful you look. from the minute you stepped in you have had several people turning their heads to look at you. he’s very proud of having you as his significant other and puffs out his chest, bragging about you to whoever he can whenever because he knows he’s lucky. but eventually he starts to get pouty when he feels like eyes have been lingering on you for too long. the setter politely announces you two need to leave early, only for him to drag you inside the backseat of his car to fuck you out of possessiveness. your legs are over his shoulders as he rams into you. eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. but after both of you cum once, atsumu’s pace doesn’t falter. it’s clear you both are too sensitive right now but he ignores that. you find yourself scooting your shaking upper body towards the door and against the window. atsumu only pouts before he grabs your neck and pins you even harder to the seat. "w-why are ya trying to run away? depriving me of ma pussy is so rude baby. its mine, right? and this fat cock is nobody’s but yers, so just sit tight and take it.”

oikawa taunts you for whining and saying that "it's too much". he prides himself in the fact that he knows his dick is a lot to handle but he also prides himself in knowing that you're a slutty whore who can take whatever, and whoever-even his best friend at the same time as him. you didn't know that iwaizumi had been watching the two of you fuck. and you didn't know that oikawa brought him to join you two. that’s how you find yourself stuffed and filled with two cocks. both men relieving their stress by using you. oikawa takes your sweet ass and iwa fills your pretty mouth up with his delicious cock. the athletic trainer grunts as he fucks your mouth, blessed that at least once he could experience what it felt like. oikawa’s eyes are zeroed in on your cunt and how you suck him in. you feel so full and overwhelmed that you try to move back from both men. your restlessness doesn’t go unoticed by oikawa and he slaps your ass. “don’t move, not until all your holes have been stuffed full.” the setter snaps. he thrusts so hard into you from behind that you end up taking more of iwa in your throat. he moans loudly at the motion and the gagging come from your mouth. he then laughs and tilts your head up so you’re looking at him before saying, “yeah princess-mmhm fuck-don’t run away. it’s rude not to finish your meal.”

kuroo who absolutely gets drunk off of watching the two of you fuck in front of the mirror. he loves seeing and hearing all the cries and whimpers that come out of you, and bursts of pride run through him because he knows he’s the cause of it. but one thing that will drive him absolutely insane is eye contact. when he looks at you through the mirror while balls deep in your cunt, he can’t help but move his hips faster. harder. this motion causes you to cry out and attempt to move away from him due to how harsh he is. kuroo only scowls before he grabs you by your hair and pulls your body flush to his chest. your back arches against him and he doesn’t hesitate to ruthlessly drive into you so that you’re seeing stars. the fucking is obscenely loud but he doesn’t hesitate to bend down and say into your ear, “where are you going? i’m not done with you yet. not until you get to fully see how fucked dumb you can be from my cock. that’ll teach you not to run away from me.”

kageyama who came home from practice still high on adrenaline. you’re making dinner in the kitchen and greet him sweetly when he comes to say hi. something is odd about the way he is unusually quiet. that confusion is quickly gone once you feel him slither his arms around your waist, hard on pressing into your back. next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen counter whining out pleas of, “slow down tobio” and, “too much too much!” while he’s pounding your ass. you try to squirm your way from between him and the surface and feel his grip on your hips tighten before pinning you harder against the counter. now you could really feel every inch of his cock inside of you. kageyama whines and buries his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. he shuts his eyes tight as the only thing he can think of is your addicting cunt and it’s warmth. “baby please, need to feel all of you. need to be buried so deep in your pretty pussy. you can let me have this, yea? don’t runaway, need to be as close to you as possible. gonna fill you up so good.”

tsukishima who cant stand how annoyingly attractive you are. it’s much worse over time as your relationship has established because you know exactly how to rile him up. so when you show up to one of his volleyball practices for the sendai frogs, short skirt and thigh highs, flirting with everyone in plain sight–he sees red. he’s eerily quiet on the drive home, neither talking nor looking at you at all. when you reach the front door you feel bad by that point and open your mouth to apologize. “i-” “shut the fuck up.” he snaps. the next few events happen fast when he’s storming over to you, carrying and throwing you onto your shared bed. he pulls your underwear to the side, pushing his shorts and briefs to his ankles before sheathing into you hard. his hulking figure consumes you and it’s all too much for your senses, causing you to babble and cry. you try to discreetly scoot yourself up in the bed so he won’t notice but freeze when you hear a cold chuckle and harsh yank on your body. “who the fuck said you could runaway? brats like you need to fully take their punishment. stay fucking still or i’m gonna fuck your ass so hard you’ll be struggling to remember how to walk.”

do not copy and or repost. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated though. (c) 2022 hyque

How They Eat You Out

fandom: haikyuu!!

warnings: cunnilingus, overstimulation, mean(ish) dom, soft dom, sub! reader

a/n: don't come @ me, this is just headcannon

[ALSO POINTING OUT: this is AFTER the timeskip, when they are all ADULTS]

his hands caress your hips, fingertips dancing against your skin, as you tremble with pleasure beneath him. slow, agonizingly slowly, his tongue pushes into your folds and out. he hums in tandem with your moans.

a string of curses escapes your lips when he gently sucks on your clit, and his hands move from holding you in place to your hands. he holds you with such care, such love, such affection that the next wave of pleasure that washes over you sends you over the edge.

as you cry out, your orgasms ripping out of you, his ministrations become even more gentle. he kitten-licks your clit, holding your hands tight as you tremble. his tongue moves back down to your folds and continues to fuck you slowly, carefully, as you come down from your high.

with a soft pop, he sits up and looks deep into your eyes, a pleading smile on his wet lips.

"was that good, baby?" he asks. "can i have another? please, you taste divine, just one more?"

then he sinks his face back into your pussy, and you feel like you're on cloud 9.

asahi, daichi, yamaguchi, hinata, lev, yaku, kenma, ushijima, bokuto, kita, osamu, aran

he chuckles darkly, lips still flush against your pussy as you cry out from yet another orgasm, the rumbling vibrations of his voice making you see white.

your hands push against his head, trying to move his face away from your overstimulated cunt, but he simply grabs you by the wrists and pins you down. his tongue flicks against your throbbing clit once, twice, three times before he sucks on it.

you're cross-eyed from unbearable pleasure at this point. your voice comes out in broken whimpers and gasps. and he loves hearing every bit of it.

"what's wrong, baby?" he taunts. "too much? aw, is this too much for your pretty pussy?" he sucks on your clit even harder, and you let out a scream. "too. fucking. bad."

tsukishima, sugawara, iwaizumi, oikawa, kyoutani, kuroo, tendou, shirabu, akaashi, suna, atsumu

this has been a PSA

dating bokuto koutarou general headcanons

THIS FOR MY GIRL @bigbokutosimpp

really hope i do our ace owl justice. enjoy!

gn! reader like always. CW: my language.

your own personal hypeman. literally.

he thinks you’re so attractive, funny, the best s/o, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular.

you and akaashi working together to help bokuto when he’s in his emo moods.

a user of: :) :( :D <3

ie. “hey baby!! :DD” and "okay be safe i love you! <3"

going back to agashee, you’d get along SO WELL with him.

you and bokuto both go to him when you didn’t understand the lesson.

his face visibly lights up when he sees you enter the room.

he’d also run up to you, pick you up, and give you those spinny hugs.

cue the coach yelling at him to get back to practice.

you're his restart point. like if he can’t nail down a spike or do something the way he needs, seeing you just fixed the problem.

bonding with the managers and helping them during practice. they love you so dearly.

if you’re upset and sad is one of the times he gets serious serious.

he offers emotional advice, and is there to comfort you with his bear hugs. he’d give you a forehead kiss too <3

he knows exactly how to comfort you. he is canonically emotionally intelligent and can pick up how you feel really quickly.

he’d send those wholesome memes when he sees them bc he instantly thinks of you.

on his off days, i feel he'd be pretty insecure or very self-doubting.

like, he thinks people find him annoying, or that he could do better in certain things and it really gets to him. he just needs you to hold him, be there with him, and just comfort the hell out of him.

ENOUGH SADNESS BECAUSE I'M INTERNALLY CRYING

back to hugs, WITH THOSE BEEFY ARMS.

congratulations bokuto s/o. you have ARMS LIKE THAT hugging you. they're literally so warm and comforting. literally a portable mental energy charger.

flexing his muscles for you bc he knows you love them.

SMACKING THAT FATTIEEEEE

if you don't expect him to smack your ass back you are SO WRONG.

yes, i wouldn't be able to resist that 9 tier cake either, but he's literally the ACE. he's smacking your ass so hard it leaves a mark, but doesn't hurt you. and giving a proud smirk.

loves it when you play with his hair. it relaxes him sm you don't even know.

instantly falls asleep and speaks in a more hushed tone because he's literally in heaven.

he steals your food sometimes or at least offers some of his food first before stealing some of yours.

you two would go on the most fun dates ever; like carnivals, festivals, and all that jazz.

i feel like he'd like food trucks so random food truck outing days.

as you can see, bokuto loves you with all of his big heart, and adores you so much. you're his joy and his love <3

i need to get more acquainted with bokuto's character but i hope you liked this :,)

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Um- excuse me?

Bokuto 👀

He thicccc boi 📸

Bokuto x reader: How he would react to you not wanting to cuddle at the moment.

A/n: Hello everyone, this is my first time ever writing a fanfiction/scenario thing? And I never thought I would do a haikyuu one but here we are. I made this at like 3:00 in the morning, so please don't judge if you think it's bad. I went for the more "realistic" side of things. So this fanfic is about how he respects the fact that you don't wanna have physical contact all the time. I also proof read this as many times as possible to make sure the grammar was some what good. Shout out to my friend who also helped me proofread and gave me tips. If you would like please give me your input about it, I wouldn't mind reading them.

Warnings: There are none at all! Just somewhat of a fluff (◍•ᴗ•◍)

You realized that it was getting late out. Bokuto should be home soon, you two bought a house awhile back with you’re combined income. You went to your shared bedroom and decided to get dressed in you pj's, doing your nightly routine. As you were done you decided to head down into the basement where you guys had set up a very small in-home movie theater. Nothing really fancy just 24-in TV with a roku, and a comfy loveseat that the you two had picked out. You grab the blanket as you sat down on the couch turning on whatever your favorite movie is. About 10 minutes into the movie you hear the front door open, seeing as the steps to the basement are right next to the front door, you could hear if someone were to enter.

"I'm home!" Bokuto yelled.

"I'm down here Hun." You said back.

You can hear his footsteps walking away as he went to the bedroom to get out of his gym clothes. As soon as he was ready for the night, he decided to come down and join you to see what you were up to.

"Hey Taro, I'm glad you made it back safe." You smile up at him as he walks over to you.

All of a sudden he starts to pull the blanket up from you, sits down very close and is wanting to cuddle. But today you've just been wanting your own bubble space.

Before he could say anything you interpret him.

"Ah Taro, is it okay If we cuddle sometime later? I'm really just not in the mood right now." You say to him gently because you know he can be an emotional cry baby sometimes, but you still love him.

"Oh! Yes of course you can dear, I'm perfectly fine with giving you space."

He moves over to the other side of the loveseat to give you some room.

It's good to know that you have someone who respects your personal boundaries, and doesn't get upset all the time when you say you want space.

You guys go on and talk about how the day has been for the both of you. Bokuto tells you about his day at work and that it was the same as usual. He then goes on about how his friends invited him to a near by gym so they could play some causal volleyball (but we all know that our beloved Bokuto could never waste an opportunity to show off his amazing skills). You then go on about your "amazing" day off and that you just did your fair share of chores. Even if your day wasn't the most eventful, Bokuto still listens to you with interest, asking about more things that happened.

After you two talk you both start to focus on the movie that is playing. You and Bokuto share a couple of laughs here and there, spending the night with each others company. You soon realized that it was very late and waking up early is a pain, so you start to tidy up the room while Bokuto follows suit. You both head up stairs to your shared room and hop in bed where Bokuto can finally get some consensual cuddles.

something abt bo turning u into a pillow princess just makes me want to sob. imagine first getting with bo and begging to suck him off just for him to turn you down and continue to go back pleasuring you. head constantly buried between your thighs, eyes always locked with yours, ears always ignoring ur pleads about letting u help him out cause u wanna be good for him.

eventually, you find that bo likes to be in control and your pleasure is enough to drive him wild every time. so, u sink into the mattress and lay your pretty head on the pillows as bo goes to town on u, mouth only opening to let out pretty whines, moans, and praises for your big himbo boyfriend. and he’s so happy cause he finally molded you into the pillow princess of his dreams <3 a truly perfect pair!

pleasure dom! bokuto + heavy overstimulation + squirting + cum play + creampie + oral (f! receiving) + petname (princess) + f! reader

it makes you feel guilty, he’s just constantly settled between your legs- tongue deep in your pretty cunt, eyes closed and cheeks red, tips of his ears equally flamed because he enjoys this nearly more than you did.

the second you try and sit up, try and coax him from the comfort of your thighs he gets mean. hands curling over your thighs and pinning you back down onto the bed where you belong- just barely getting his face centimeters away from your dripping cunt to growl out a;

“sit back, princess.” before making you cum all over his tongue over and over again, seemingly taking out the curt danger of not being able to suck on your clit by having you squirt, cum all over his face again and again with no mercy.

bokuto only relents when you’re so spent all you can do is lay back and openly sob. pussy numb, clit swollen, soaked down your ass in what you know is spit and every orgasm he tongue fucked the pussy his mouth has claimed as his.

it doesn’t take much for him to rise up off the bed, cock so hard and throbbing it stands on its own, pleased with the way you’re limp and so pretty, watching your thighs squeezing to feel the mess he’s made of you.

“that’s it.”

bokuto whispers, picking up a limp hand to press kisses on the softness of your palm before reaching down and nudging your overworked cunt with his cock, sliding just the head of him inside so easy it has him grind his teeth down against one another.

there’s ulterior motives for him prepping you like this, he loves your pussy so much, how it tastes, smells, sucks him inside even when you scream out that it’s just “too much”-

you feel too good and he’s so in love he doesn’t think he’d be able to stick his cock inside you and not cum while you cling to him, whisper pretty words that make his head spin, so he reduces you to a twitching, limp mess.

“isn’t this better baby?” words that sound so shaky and fucked out it doesn’t even sound like it comes from him whispered along the collarbone of your overworked body.

you nod, all you can do is nod- swallow hard because he’s started to fuck into you so good you feel it in your tummy.

hands keep the twitching form that has become ‘you’ down onto his cock with each thrust,knowing the disadvantages of your inability, or want to move.

perfectly content now to take him and everything he gives you because the difference in cuming ‘round his cock versus mouth heats your whole body up and now you’re looking forward to creaming round it, laying back and letting him play with you, letting him milk your cunt for another while chanting out praises and the prettiest words that have ever graced your ears, all directed towards you.

“gunna cum- gunna cum inside your pretty pussy, gunna let me, arent you?”

and who are you to say anything but,

“yes- yes, yes please.”

while each contact of his hips slam down into the plushness of you, receiving it all like a good girl, mouth opened with whines tumbling forth.

even that sets him off, doesn’t want you to suffer more than you have to, doesn’t want you to want longer than a couple seconds for a tummy full of cum, shoving his cock inside with spasms of his very muscles before finally creaming inside.

strong arms scooping you from the bed, taking time to spoil his baby, like he always does- this time it comes in the form of kisses and one unchanging factor; praise.

“you did good- pretty girl, feels good doesn’t it?” he murmurs, letting you take your time- responding if you want and kissing you when you don’t, too hazy and tired, wanting to melt into his very embrace and knowing damn well he’d let you.

he lives to spoil and serve everything your heart wishes upon a silver platter after all.

i’m your biggest fan <3 (repost)

fanboy!au where you’re their favorite character in the show haikyuu!! gn reader. Some suggestive but no actual nsfw

kuroo

lurker stan who snaps when you start gaining popularity and doesn't let anyone forget that he was there ‘since the debut date'

will refuse to believe in any au! where you're not single

absolutely haaaates the love interest you have in canon and his line of defense against it is "cant they just be friends? yall are lame for shipping them when all they did was hold hands and kiss a few times lmaoo"

has a private insta account for fanarts

if the mangaka ever releases post time skip material where you're with your love interest kuroo literally gaslights himself and others into believing it's just a cover up

if he sees someone wearing hq merch in public he'll be like "oh, my sister likes that show. who's ur favorite?" and then judges them based on their answer

the opposite of bokuto, he finds other y/n stans annoying and sees them as competition

so possessive of you and thinks he's the only one who truly actually loves you

makes hcs in his head of icks for you and forces himself to love you regardless #scorpio

tries to write y/n x reader but it's all so obviously self insert

"y/n ran their hands through your messy black hair and tugged your 6'5 frame in for a kiss"

when ppl come at him for not being inclusive he says it's just his style of writing

anon: "um u literally put your name in there. your name is tetsurou isn't it?"

starts putting a header with "dont like, dont read. haters and antis will be blocked on site 🙃"

only kenma knows about his obsession fixation and its only bc he saw kuroo's laptop wallpaper once (you setting up for a serve with your shorts riding up your thighs a bit)

bokuto

never actually watched hq, but saw a post of you on his dash and fell in love

bases all his knowledge off of fanon opinions

religiously checks character polls to see where you're at

makes a bunch of burner accounts to vote and posts the poll link on his personal fb

pops into his relatives' dms to get them to vote for you. 

"hi great auntie hope the surgery went well <3 this is bokuto's son kotarou btw!! i went to the potluck last year lol. anyways can u just click this link and vote for 'y/n l/n' please?? thank u <3 ur new hair looks great <3″

buys all fan merch specific to you; your game jersey, a replica hoodie you wore in season 2, a cosplay of your school uniform, etc

absolutely wears it in public with no shame and will geek out if anybody recognizes it

"how do you feel about [main character]?" "who??? idk them lol. anyways so about y/n..." 

literally doesn't know anything about the show but is obsessed with you

on tinder puts "its ok if ur not but looking for someone like y/n l/n😍😍😍" in his bio

oikawa

oikawa sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor in his room, booty shorts and a crop top with his hair back in a pink bunny hairband surrounded by bergamot grapefruit candles, holding a piece of frankincense "i am in the world of haikyuu. i am y/n l/ns boyfriend. there are infinite universes." jdksla

"soft stan" to the death (🙄) he will never. lewd. his. baby

a y/n apologist even if ur pre-redemption arc

makes a tumblr account just so he can reblog fanfics and comment "this is ooc lmao" or "my angel would never"

the one making fan theories

will skip class even if he has an exam to see the hq movie in theaters

goes in sweatpants, sunglasses + crocs and keeps his hood on the entire time

obnoxiously shushes anyone who talks during the movie but gasps loudly whenever u come on screen

somehow finds a way to bootleg the movie in 4k and takes a bunch of screenshots of u afterwards

posts the best pics on his fan blog with an obnoxious ass watermark over your cheek

only reads smut to "quality check" them 🤨

daichi

an actual soft stan

if he sees any sexy content with you he will blush hard as he reports the user for inappropriate conduct

reads oikawa's fan theories and feeds into it

asks questions on anon like "what do you think of y/ns character development in episode 7? what does this tell us about them?"

sits and stares at his wallpaper of you for an unhealthy amount of time. swears he needs to do it in order to sleep properly

suga gets him tickets to a convention and he cant sleep the night before

literally vibrating in excitement when he gets there and goes straight to all the vendors with your merch. 

he's so hesitant to buy anything but he can't look away and hovers so bad jdksks

side eyes anyone who has naughty fanart of you or sexualized cosplays

asahi and suga surprise him with your nendo at the end of the day and he bursts into tears right there LMAOO

ushijima

casually reads the nastiest smut in public with a straight face jdkskak

"toshi, come get dinner!" "ok, hold on, mom. after they come." "after who goes where? did you invite someone over, honey?" he doesn't respond and keeps reading.

sends the same request to multiple blogs. "hi y/n getting creampied by a tall male reader who has strong legs and a wide chest." "can you write y/n x male reader breeding kink please" "male reader x y/n + prompt 24 'gonna take all my cum like a good slut, right?' please"

if tendou is reading shounen jump and you're in it, he'll read over tendou's shoulder from like three inches away

tendou stops lending him them bc toshi never returns it or he gives it back a week later with crinkly pages HMMM

has a large poster of you over his bed

speaks to it like you're a real person.

"sweetheart, i bought groceries today. you like fruit, right? me too. let's eat."

sits there on his bed eating an apple and just straight up vibing next to your poster 

this is how he heals himself

suga

an exclusive stan. he doesn't believe in being a multi stan

will cut you out from group shot posters and pin it on his 'my dream future✈️💸💘' moodboard

somehow has 17k followers from only posting phd level y/n x gn!reader fluff and grammarly sponsors his posts

but his likes are filled with straight filth

tries to convert everyone into a y/n stan 

makes a "what kind of person you are according to your fave in hq" as an excuse to lowkey roast everyone who isn't you

has a licensed figure of you and sometimes he rubs a finger over your ass oh boy

leaks raws and spoilers from his sideblog

kageyama 

tries to make fanart but has no skills. posts his stick figure drawings anyways and warns all 2 of his bot followers to 'not steal or use without permission'

you know that girl who brought her life sized hq cutout to take her senior portraits? that's him and his y/n cut out 

frames the photo and keeps it by his bedside

reads smut on the train with his screen at 100% brightness

someone snaps a pic and he becomes a meme but he doesn't care

even if he hates your favorite foods, he forces himself to eat it

has a small picture of you in his wallet and watches it lovingly on the way home when hes not reading smut 

sees someone with a keychain of you in public and stops functioning 

jaywalks across the street and goes straight up to ask them, "where did you get this? how much was it? can i buy it from you? do you have more?"

unironically looks into those marriages where people marry anime characters/inanimate objects 

genuinely thinks you’re a real person in the world somewhere and believes in soulmate!au irl

his therapist needs a therapist

masterlist

imagine bokuto fucking you so good from behind

you’re laid flat on your stomach, where he has two large hands digging into the small dip of your back. He’d already fucked you out, so now with every dragged curl of his hips, it feels ten times longer. He’d go slow before increasing speed.

Sweat is dripping down your body and wetting your hair. He does that lopsided full grin of his and brushes his own sweat droplets from his forehead, before shifting weight completely to his palms and slamming down almost vertically. You were pinned. Your walls tugged against the length of him, massaging his cock in a way no fist can. You were tight but so fucking wet, and with every slap of his forgotten balls you get closer and closer to what,, your 4th orgasm?

“H-ah fuck! Oh m’god Ko-“

The bed rocks with every roll, your chin slowly falls with the weight of your head, and your eyes droop inconsistently. You start to mumble to no one into the covers.

“Mmph, fills s’gud,” you’d whine.

“Just hold out for me alright baby? You’re takin’ it like a fucking champ.”

He adjusts one hand to disperse along the whole portion of your back, allowing him to grab one arm and fold it into his hold. He copied the movements for the other. You, him, and the bed bullied the supporting wall together, causing scratch marks of dark grey to stain it. With the loss of cognizance, you didn’t notice how he wasn’t as vertical anymore, but was pressed more on his knees. The strength he even has to do that is insane— and honestly, you wish you could admit it—but you were too distracted by the slight upward angle this entailed.

If your eyes weren’t rolled back, they were now. Your jaw hung slack when they first shot wide, portraying on your face the exact feeling of ecstasy that ran through your veins. Bokuto noticed how you became stagnant for just a split second. Idle, even.

You then shivered and shook as you sporadically pushed your hips back in an escape. Of course, this was futile with no arms.

“H-Oh my fucking god Kotarō,” your voice was higher than he’d ever heard it.

He just roughed you up towards him, grabbing you by the fat of your ass connecting to your hips, and slipped himself back in like nothing happened. When you tried to wiggle away, he let one hand loose, but the consequence was that one shoulder was on the bed and the other wasn’t, so now your neck was craning to look at him by the side in doggy.

Thrusting into you in a new position where there was nothing left of his dick to see, you could’ve screamed. There was no buildup or anything, he hit the same spot about twice a second, but you were out of energy. With a mindless, animalistic groan, you pushed against him from inside and came. The mixed-haired man smiled once white started to peek out whenever he thrusted. Your ass stained red along with your tightly held wrist.

So you laid there and took it all instead, half mentally here and half not. He only laughed that boisterous laugh from behind you and forced your hips down. They’d ricochet off, then return with momentum. It was hot and wet, a lewd scene with your mixed sounds and his loud grunts. And you know when Bokuto wants something, he goes all out.

He knew you knew the safe word, and he knew you knew when to use it; therefore, he’d fuck you until you could barely think. You loved it.

“You tryna run away?” he’d taunt.

“Hummph”

“sorry babe, what was that?”

“n’mm.”

“close enough.”