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"You're in my Jersey!"

♡ Haikyuu boys see you in their uniform! ♡

Kenma

He thought he wouldn't care (he cares very very much)

You never really went out of your way to go to Kenma's games, he always made sure that you knew it wasn't that big of a deal to him, you two get to hang out whenever you want. one game won't chanegg anything.

Kuroo (the little meddlers) can't let that slide

He's the one that proposed that you come to one of Nekoma's games, provideing you with one of Kenma's jersey's

Kenmas eyes went real wide when he saw you in the crowd 👀

You know how Nekomata usually subs him out for one of the sets- that's not gonna happen today

Everyone looking at him like 🤨🤔 and he mumbles the weakest shit about showing off his internal organs or whatever Yamamoto be talking about

Kuroo laughing in the background (with his ugly ass hyena laugh, baby I love you but why 💀)

He's gotta show off for his girl

Don't worry, she knows you got stamina

He's playing the best game of his life, demolishing the enemy

His team don't know what's going on but they enjoy this side of Kenma while they have the chance

After the game, he makes sure that you understand how much he appreciates you in his jersey

"I like this look on you." Kenma mumbles and plays with the bottom of the jersey that brushes against your thighs.

At his admission, you give a cheeky grin. "Look at that Kenny." You coo, "you like when I wear your clothes."

The tips of his ears start to turn pink, but he can't help nodding along when you wonder aloud if you should come to more of his games. A possessive side (that shocks him to the core) pops up at the idea of you wearing more of his clothes. For once, Kuroo's idea isn't a complete train wreck.

Bokuto

No way are you dating Bokuto and not coming to one of his games

Put on your clown shoes 🤡👞 because you gotta be one if you think that he would ever let that slide

You might possibly kill Akaashi because you've raised Bokuto's ego so much, but Bokuto looks at you with so much love in his eyes that it's hard to regret your decision (though, serious apologies Akaashi)

He's playing at his best with his baby in the crowd

There 👏🏾 are 👏🏾 no 👏🏾 emo 👏🏾 modes 👏🏾

The love of his life is in the crowd, you're delusional if you think anything can turn his frown upside down 😃

He probably broke some of the blockers arms with how hard he's hitting the ball

Not the only thing that's hard

Who cares about those blockers when his baby's here 😍

He barely makes it to the offical end of the game before he's rushing into the crowd to get you. As soon as he lays his eyes on your amazing figure in his jersey, he's grabbing you by the waist and spinning you in the air. "Baby!!! You gotta wear this more!!!" His eyes shine even brighter (which you thought was an impossible feat with how birght they already are.)

You snort, "like I don't wear this enough." You lay your hands on the sameside of his face and give him a gentle kiss on his nose, "I swear, you want this to be the only thing I wear."

He gives a toothy grin at that, "exactly!"

bokuto x reader - “so madly, deeply in love with you”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1305

bokuto wonders what he did to deserve you.

it was the small, ordinary things that you do that sends his veins pulsing with newfound energy. just a fleeting glance at your form gives him a shot of adrenaline that he could only liken to the feeling he gets as he does an unstoppable spike but that would only sully your name. no. the feeling you give him is so much more. it's the still waters of a dam right before it bursts through in a rapid, gushing force that never fails to bring him to his knees.

even now, as he eyes your weary form that was faintly illuminated by the screen you've been staring at for god knows how long, he feels it. without knowing it, you sent sparks into his chest that bursts into undiluted devotion. bokuto bites his lip in a horrible attempt to stop the cheesy grin lighting up his face. god, he was so madly, deeply in love with you that it's a surprise he hasn't drowned himself with his own affections.

he has been teased a lot because of it but how can he not worship you when you're sitting there, being the embodiment of beauty itself?

you were sitting on the couch in one of his hoodies, effortlessly gorgeous with your hair tossed half-heartedly in a bun that was about to fall out any second now. you had your lips turned in an adorable pout as nimble fingers typed rhythmically as you attempted to finish one of the twenty-five requirements you had to pass this week. bokuto ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm his heart because he swore he ascended just from how adorable you looked at the moment.

for the nth time that day, bokuto wonders what he did to deserve you.

you always took care of him so well. on days he would come home from practice, all sore and tired, you would pepper him with kisses and soft praises and suddenly, he has the energy to fight the world. on days his insecurity would haunt him, you would cook him his comfort food and cuddle him under the comforts of your old, fur blanket until your scent and warmth make him forget everything but your name.

he was so fucking thankful that his mood swings and flaws didn't push you away. instead, you embraced them and made them the reason you stay.

if you felt even just a fraction of his feelings of adoration every time you do the little things for him, you would be jumping all over the place along with him. bokuto perks up at the thought. this was it. this was the award-winning idea. bokuto hid the giddy giggle that threatened to rise from his throat before he sneaked into the kitchen.

"yaki- yaki- yakiniku! i'm going to make yakiniku!" he sang happily with a small sway in his hips as he began pouring half a bottle of oil in the pan.

for a second, his smile dropped. he doesn't really know how to cook but how hard can it be? just like that, his smile was back with twice the luminosity as before.

"y/n..." you snapped out of your focused daze to look at bokuto, your eyebrows instinctively being drawn together as you recognized his sad whimpers.

"baby," you held your hand up to cup his cheek which provided little to no solace for him. now, this was worrisome. on most days, bokuto only needed for your skin to touch before his mood lightens up but it seems that today was not one of those days, "what's wrong?"

"i just wanted to take care of you as you do with me but..." they say that it's the thought that matters and for a moment, you truly believed so. all stress that strayed inside your head miraculously faded in the speed of light and transformed into this warmth that made you awfully giddy. god, what did you do to deserve him?

"what happened? i promise i won't get mad..."

bokuto stared at you for a moment, silently judging if you were lying before finally deciding that you weren't and showing you what he held behind his back. the sight instantly made you laugh so hard that tears sprung up from the corner of your eyes. bokuto blinked owlishly before smiling widely. he might have completely charred the beef into an indistinguishable, black mass but at least you were smiling and that's enough for him.

"i'm sorry... i wanted to make you yakiniku because you always make me some when i'm tired. every time you cook for me, i immediately get energized but i messed it up, didn't i?"

you grinned at his sheepish smile before opening your arms in a silent invitation. you didn't know if it was your sleep depravity induced hallucination but you swore you saw a tail wagging before he ran straight for a hug, plate long forgotten in the corner of the coffee table.

"i love you so much..." you muttered into his hair with teary eyes because there's only so much love and gratitude a human can contain before you burst into a sobbing, messy glob, "having you here is enough to energize me."

bokuto attempted to bury himself deeper into you to hide his flustered but dopey state, "don't say stuff like that."

"oh? and why is that? you always say the same sappy shit, if not worse.."

you looked down at your pouting boyfriend who was now looking up at you, cheeks tinted with a pretty light peach that made him look so irresistible. bokuto whined as you pushed his cheeks together before you littered his face with kisses.

"it's unfair! you do these little things and i forget how to function. that's not cool at all," you raised a brow in amusement, ears straining to hear his last sentence, "i want to always be cool in your eyes."

you weren't a stranger to bokuto's moments of insecurity. he would come near you out of the blue, asking you why you stay with him when you could have someone better. you still remember the jabs of pain that you felt when he told you he didn't feel enough for you. sometimes you wished he could see himself in your eyes because nothing in this world could ever top what the both of you had. nothing could compare to him and the comfort his mere presence gives you. truly? it's you who's lucky to have him, not the other way around.

"y'know, you're always cool in my eyes. you're cool every morning when i wake up just to find you staring at me with the brightest grin," you pushed back his hair that he decided to let down for once before pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

bokuto watched silently as you gingerly tangled your hands with his, the sparks in his veins growing in intensity, "you're cool when you cheesily point at me after you spike each ball. and you know what?"

"what?" bokuto silently asked back, contrasting his usual loud demeanor and the quick drum of his heart.

"you're the coolest when you look after me like this."

bokuto giggled before hugging you infinitely tighter. you didn't have the heart to tell him that he was probably crushing your bones, not when he is so full of glee as he should always be.

"i'm not the smartest guy but..." you swore you saw the light as you heard his next words, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he teased your flushed form, "i notice every little thing you do and feel. i guess i just love you that much, huh?"

god fucking damn, bokuto would be the end of you. in a good way, of course.

Fukurōdani Academy

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader "Can’t Fight Biology” +18 MDNI!

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader "Secret relationship"

It was the middle of the night when you hear lots of tapping noises while you are sleeping in your apartment.

It sounds like multiple taps all at once, almost like little pebbles hitting your glass window.

Groaning, you turn to the other side in your bed, away from the noise that keeps coming from your window.

All of sudden, the noises stopped and you sighed in relief, happy to go back to sleep.

But then, when you were mere seconds away to falling into your dream of a zombie apocalypse, the noise of something hitting your window came back, a lot louder this time.

Apparently, whatever flew against your window broke the glass and now a big rock of the size of a rat lays on your floor.

When the sound of broken glass finally wakes you up with a startled gasp, you run to see what could have caused this.

A stalker? A murderer? A kidnapper? A shooter?

As soon as you look outside, you see a tall figure standing on the ground, all dressed in black.

You’re about to run to grab your phone from its charging station to call the cops, but when the big figure pushed down the hoodie from his head, you see spiky salt-and-pepper colored hair, with a big smile and golden, illuminating eyes.

Your heart does a few exciting jumps, easily being able recognize that hair from miles away.

But then you remember that the cute asshole just busted your window.

Opening it, you see Bokuto coming closer to you, if he had a tail, he‘d be wagging it wildly.

"Bo! You busted my window!" You hissed at him.

"I am sorry, love! But you weren’t answering your phone or my window call so I had to use something bigger! I just missed you so much." He looks sheepishly back at you, as he kicks one of his shoes into the dirt.

You sigh, his cuteness never fails to make you swoon for him.

You don’t get to see your boyfriend often due to his busy job, recently promoted to a wakagashira, the first lieutenant of Shūgo Meian, family boss of the Black Jackals of Tokyo.

"Can I come in and see you? I haven’t seen you in weeks! Boss had me running his errands forever." He pouts and gets even closer to the window. The only thing that separates you from him, is being on the second floor.

Now, Bokuto could be a normal person and just use the front door like a normal person, but Bokuto is not a normal person.

No.

That 6' 2.9" pure muscle of a man takes a few steps back and you know what that means.

Bokuto starts running towards your window and jumps to climb up the pipes on the side of your apartment.

The first time he did that, you screamed in fear, terrified he would fall and die.

With the many times he has done that, it’s a piece of cake for Bokuto now.

You see his tattooed hands on your window sill, pushing himself up with a small grunt, yet it looks like he didn’t break a sweat.

When he slides over your window frame, and stands up to his full height, you almost tear up in happiness.

Like magnets, the two of you almost run into each other, engulfing yourselves in a tight hug.

Bokuto is nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your familiar strawberry shampoo, while his strong arms wrap around your waist.

Standing up on your toes, you have your arms wrapped his neck, almost tearing up because you missed your muscular teddy bear so much.

Even if he occasionally has to kill people, easily snap someone‘s neck with his bare hands, he still has the softest heart around you.

Like sending you flowers almost every day, hiring someone to deliver food to you whenever you’re hungry or sending you romantic poems, pouring his whole heart into words of affirmation if he can’t be with you physically.

When he takes a small step back, he still has you in his arms, and he takes a good look over you, making sure you‘re okay.

"Kō? Everything okay?" You quietly ask your lover with a worried look on your face because it looks like he is close to tearing up.

"I just missed you so, my precious sweetheart. I am sorry I was gone for so long, you’re always in my thoughts every day and when you didn’t answer your phone…. I-I was so scared that something happened to you." Almost shaking, he responds while caressing your face.

You see the two owls on his neck, one great horned owl, representing him and one collared owlet, representing you.

He got that tattoo done on your first anniversary together, you sat with him while he didn’t flinch a single time, he just kept smiling at you while caressing your hand with his own.

That may have been a stupid decision on his part, because everyone knows you shouldn’t get a couple tattoo of your partner but you know it and Bokuto knows it.

You are soulmates, even if your worlds are completely different from another.

A/N: I know this is almost the same as Oikawa’s shower Drabble but originally I wanted to post this first. But I wanted to write for both Kō and Tōru. </3

Warnings: mentions of sexual content, making out, angstyish?

It's a typical weekday of training for the MSBY Jackals and the players are exhausted. Thankfully it’s now the weekend as well, which they finally have off after lots of intense practices on the last couple of weekends.

Everyone already left, almost racing out to the locker rooms as soon as Coach Foster called it a night.

Two players remained to stay behind, namely Hinata and Bokuto.

Along with Hinata and Bokuto, their beautiful manager (Y/N) stayed behind as well, helping them set and throwing balls for them to spike.

When the two hyper energetic rascals run out of energy, they call it for a night and start collecting the stray volleyballs off the side.

When Bokuto comes close by you, he quickly looks at Hinata before whispering something in your ear.

"You? Me? Shower after this?" His excited golden eyes watch you with a big gleam and you blush at his offer.

"Bo, not when Hinata is here. How about this weekend we do that since you’re off?" You decline and continue to put the remaining balls into the cart while the Outside Hitter pouts at your answer.

You see his hair deflating a bit and he looks incredibly sad, almost like you rejected a marriage proposal of his.

Feeling bad about it, you give in.

"Alright, fine." He immediately straightens up again and almost looks like an excited Golden Retriever puppy.

"But! Only if you get Hinata out of here first! I don’t want to risk exposure of our relationship." You sigh.

"Alrighty babe, consider it done!" Bokuto grins and runs over to the orange-haired Opposite Hitter and starts talking to him.

"Hey Hinata! (Y/N) and I can finish up in here! Why don’t you head home and we’ll see each other tomorrow morning?"

"It’s no problem! Let me help you two." The orange-haired Wing Spiker smiles widely and Bokuto is a little ticked off, his horniness level extremely high since it’s been a while he was intimate with you.

"But all that’s left is cleaning up the locker room, don’t worry bro! I gotcha and since (Y/N) has a key to the gym anyway, we‘ll lock up. Go home and rest shorty-pie." Bokuto tries to persuade Hinata and in the end, he agrees.

"Alright. I will grab my stuff from the locker rooms and head out then. See you tomorrow morning. Bye (Y/N)!" Hinata calls out to you and you see the orange-haired Wing Spiker disappear.

As soon as he is gone, Bokuto looks at you with dark, hungry eyes and marches over towards you.

All of sudden, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist and you’re easily hoisted over a shoulder and the next thing you see is Bokuto’s butt as you cling onto him.

Your cute scream when he picked you up, makes Bokuto snicker and he walks over to the locker room showers, since Hinata prefers to shower at his place.

"KŌTARŌ! WE ARE NOT DONE CLEANING UP! FOSTER WILL FIRE ME IF HE SEES THE STATE OF THE GYM LIKE THIS! PUT ME DOWN!" You wiggle and try to jump off of him, but Bokuto is too strong and he just tightens his grip on you, smacking your butt while you squeak in embarrassment by the action.

"I promise after we’re done, I will finish up while you wait for me babe." Bokuto promises and as soon as he opens the door to the lockers, he makes a beeline for the showers and sets you down.

"Stop doing that." You glower at him.

"Stop doing what?" He grins and starts taking off his practice shirt.

You can’t help but drool of the sight of his exposed torso and stomach, the defined abs still shining with a little bit of sweat of practice earlier.

As soon as he fiddles with the strings on his training shorts, he bites his lip eying you up and down with a hungry look on his face.

"Come on, babydoll. It’s been a while and I missed that sexy body of yours pressed up against me." The Outsider Hitter growls and steps towards you very slowly.

Well, how can you say no to that.

Giggling like cheeky teens in love, you and Bokuto move into the shower, the sound of the spraying water barely hiding the synchronized moans, heavy panting and sounds of skin hitting skin.

The steam of the hot shower is making you feel even hotter as Bokuto continues to snap his hips against yours, filling you up in the process.

About 30 minutes later, the two of you emerge from the shower, you with a face as red as tomato and the former Fukurōdani Captain with the biggest satisfied grin on his face. His black-and-white hair falling over his eyes.

Bokuto gets you and him a big towel, gently wrapping it around your delicate body.

Caressing your face with the biggest love sick eyes, he moves to kiss you when a third voice interrupts the action.

"WHAT THE F-??!!???!!" Hinata shrieks loudly.

Bokuto and you spring apart from each other, as if the two of you had been burned.

When you realize that you just revealed that you’re in a relationship with Bokuto, Hinata looks like he’s about to pass out any second.

"Hinata let us explain—" You frantically start apologizing for letting him see you in just a towel with one of his best friends and teammates but Bokuto looks just as pale as you.

"You … You were showering with Bokuto??? But— I-I thought you’re dating someone (Y/N)?? You always block Atsumu's flirting off, saying you’re taken! And Bokuto I-I thought you were going home!"

No one says anything, all three of you are lost for words.

"Well… I am dating someone as you can see… this just only took an unexpected turn…" You rub your hand against your still wet arm while Bokuto is still uncharacteristically quiet.

You slap your palm against his bulging biceps, in hopes to snap him out of it, to which he does.

"Uhh… it’s not what it looks like?" Bokuto grins nervously at his friend.

You scoff at his words and take over.

"Hinata, please promise us that you’re not telling anyone on team about this! Please." You’re giving him your puppy eyes and Hinata and also the rest of the Jackals are weak for your puppy dog eyes.

"But-I-I… urgh, fine but I am warning you (Y/N) I am terrible at keeping secrets." Hinata stutters but unwillingly accepts your request.

"I gotta go, I forgot my wallet in my locker." Hinata grabs his wallet from his locker and almost run of the changing room.

Bokuto and you exchange worried glances, hoping that Hinata won’t say anything.

The next day

Hinata feels dreadful.

He barely slept last night, he feels nauseous at the thought of keeping your relationship with Bokuto a secret and the stress is making him feel constipated.

Unfortunately, Atsumu has a keen eye and notices the short Wing Spiker acting very weird today. So he comes up to him during their short break and questions him.

"Shōyō? Ya good? Did ya practice too long yesterday?"

Hinata’s face resembles someone who is about to throw up and Atsumu is getting concerned about him.

Bokuto notices that Hinata is physically doing horrible, he is barely able to receive and the Opposite Hitter feels very guilty for making Hinata keeping his relationship with you a secret.

The orange-haired looks like he lost his sunshine, but he assured Atsumu that everything is fine but the Setter does not buy it.

Moving over to Bokuto, Atsumu asks him about Hinata’s behavior, to which the Outside Hitter replies that he has no idea.

Hinata is sent home due to his bad performance on the court and Bokuto can’t take it anymore. He needs to talk to you in private.

On the weekend, Bokuto’s fingers trace your naked shoulder up and down as you’re resting your face against his naked pectoral muscle, his heartbeat calming down slowly from making you scream his name minutes prior.

You notice him being unusually quiet and you start tracing little shapes on his stomach.

"Kō? What’s wrong?" You ask in a worried voice.

"I am very worried about Hinata. It looks like he is getting worse and worse every day keeping quiet what he saw between us. Baby? Why can’t we tell the team?" Bokuto glances down at you.

You sigh deeply and start to get up, Bokuto is getting concerned that he upset you.

"We talked about this so many times, Kō. I am technically not allowed to date a player from the team as a manager. It distracts you during games and I don’t want any threats from your fans." You tell him with a quiet voice, remembering that one of your best friends is dating the Middle Blocker Tatsuto Sokolov from the Schweiden Adlers and they are dealing with lots of hate comments on a daily basis. Yet, their relationship remains strong. You just wish you had their confidence.

Bokuto sighs and gets a little bit irritated because he wants to show the world that he loves you, yet your uncertainty is making him slowly lose his patience and question your love for him.

"But (Y/N) we've been hiding like almost six months now. Can’t you just get over it already? I feel like you’re keeping me in the shadows on purpose." Bokuto begins to get up as well, getting dressed as he watches you do the same.

"Are you serious Kōtarō? You know exactly why we’re not saying anything! I am sorry that I want to keep my dating life out of the spotlights for internet vultures!" You begin to tear up, the frustration is overwhelming.

"Well then, if you’re so worried, maybe we should end this then and you can go out with Sakusa instead since he seems to be allergic to PDA just as much as you!" Bokuto yells in anger and you had enough.

"Out!" You point to the entrance door with a glare and the irritated owl slams it on his way out.

MEET AND GREET WEEK MSBY JACKALS

I am gonna be posting something this week every day about a meet and greet for the MSBY Black Jackals! No one asked for it but here it is anyway!

23rd of June: ATSUMU MIYA

24th of June: KIYOOMI SAKUSA

25th of June: KOUTAROU BOKUTO

26th of June: SHOUYOU HINATA

27th of June: SHION INUNAKI

28th of June: SHUUGO MEIAN

29th of June: ALEXANDRE JOFFE

2nd of July: ADRIAH TOMAS

3rd of July: ORIVER BARNES

MEET AND GREET DAY 3:

#12, Outside Hitter Kōtarō Bokuto of the MSBY Black Jackals

Energetic owl 25/7

So imagine how hyper he still is after a winning game

He’s a living bouncy ball, along with tangerine boy

When you came up to the table to get your jersey signed, you can almost feel his bright energy surrounding you, feeling like it’s pulling you into a hug

He smiles brightly at you, sweat clinging to his jersey, defining his well-built body

You’re trying not to stare but it’s highly obvious that you like the hyper horned owl

You get his autograph, an almost bone-crushing hug and one last beaming smile

You’re feeling a sort of rush of adrenaline mixed with something else as you go home, looking up the next home game of the MSBY Jackals, excited to see Bokuto play again and hopefully have another M&G

Even though you can see your bank account shrinking more and more, each time you feel so much excitement whenever you see Bokuto play on court

His beaming smile, his chest receives, his exciting expression whenever he scores and the way he celebrates with #13 and #21

You’re going to their last game before your bank account goes on strike so you make it count as you go to the M&G

Bokuto sees you coming up again and smiles at the sight of you

So you try your shot

"Hey, I have been to some of your games and I really love the way you're driven by your passion in volleyball and I really like you and I wanted to know if you'd be happy or willing to go out with me sometime?"

The whole table is silent and truth to be told, shocked that someone was asking Bokuto out

Bokuto never really thought much of dating until like his retirement but ever since you started coming to the MSBY Jackal games, Bokuto feels like he wants to show you what he can do, you can say in some sort of way he's trying to impress you

You're standing in front of him, sweating buckets in nervousness, when Bokuto gets up from his chair with a neutral expresion

You're already imagining the worst rejection ever when he stands a mere inches away from you

Looking into his golden eyes, his expression changes from neutral to bashful

"I'd love to."

Somebody tell me where I can buy one of these boys 😭❤️

Is that your husband over there? That husband right there? The one who is sneakily reaching for your hand to wrap around his arm? The same one who has been distastefully eyeing a certain co worker of yours the whole time you both have been at this event? That one? The one who, when confronted about his actions, will tell you with certainty that he did no such thing?

Yep, that husband right there. The one whose face is pressed against your chest while mumbling something incoherent everytime you kiss the space between his eyebrows. Telling him that if he keeps looking so grumpy that 'it might be permanent'. The only one who can get away with such childish actions and even get rewarded for it. He's yours anyway, so what's the harm in spoiling him a little?

The one who tightens his arms around you to prevent your attempted escape. Even going as far as to trap your legs in his, pushing you further into his broad chest. He curses the sun for rising too soon and makes it known to you, once again going further by turning to face the wall with you still in his iron grip. You know you have to work and he does too, but one day doesn't matter in the long train of work you both have. So with a sigh, you snuggle closer into his embrace and close your eyes once more, letting the warmth of it all lull you back to sleep. The day can wait, you have a husband to help you through today and for the rest of your life anyway.

SAKUSA <3333, ATSUMU, Osamu, Hinata, KAGEYAMA <333, Ushijima, OIKAWA, BOKUTO (1# guy who doesn't want to let you go), Iwaizumi, Honestly I can see all of them doing this

so i saw a tiktok about an athlete in the olympics who lost his wedding ring in the river during the opening ceremony…

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

and i couldn’t help but think of sweet, sweet bokuto who doesn’t mean to lose the ring, but he’s just so clumsy. and afterwards, he’s absolutely mortified and stresses so bad that you’ll be upset with him.

granted, you are sad, but you understand it wasn’t intentional. you just nod with a soft, slightly forced smile, telling him, “it’s okay, kou. focus on the games for now. we can worry about it another time.”

but bokuto can’t seem to forgive himself…

until he gets an idea. your anniversary is coming up soon…

so when japan claims the victory against argentina and wins the gold, bokuto turns to you in the stands, watching as you happily cheer him on. he basks in the spotlight and relishes the feeling of you, his sweet wife of five years, always supporting him no matter what.

while you’ve always known bokuto to be an unpredictable human being in all your years together, nothing could prepare you for this. all the cameras pan to bokuto with his usual dazzling smile, and they zoom in on the beautiful ring, adorned with your favorite gem, as he yells out, “marry me again!”

and with a shy nod and wide smile, you feel yourself fall in love with him all over again.♡

a/n: akaashi helped him come up with this idea

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asking them to get you boba [part 1]

feat: bokuto, oikawa, sakusa, suna

notes: fluff, sfw, terms of endearment, minor cursing

a/n: sakusa saying the l word just makes my heart go brr.

anw, part 2? lmk in the comments!

mlist (soon) | likes & reblogs are always appreciated ! ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

© sunaslay 2022 — do not plagiarize, translate, and/or repost any of my works as your own, particularly on other platforms.

— daily texts with bf!bokuto

warnings: VERY suggestive

pairing: bokuto x fem!reader

a/n: i think i’m gonna do a series of these bc they’re very fun to make so let me know which characters you’d like to see :)

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAAAAT

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right.

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a litte angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband — meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, “And if yes, describe it.” Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she want to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while seperated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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THIS IS SO CUTE

it was you all along. (bokuto koutaro x reader)

summary: you confess to him, and he’s confused because he thinks you’re already dating. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1285

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Careful hands tried to handle the cupcake as delicately as possible. You held your breath, lowering it into the box. When its base hit the cardboard, you finally sighed out in relief. You pulled back to admire your creation, feeling a smile creep up on your face at the sight of the four cupcakes, all decorated to the nines.

No doubt in your head that Bokuto would love this. After all, you knew his every like and dislike very well. You had known him forever.

Bokuto Kotarou had taken you under his ‘wing’ when you were in elementary school. Tiny-you had no confidence and zero capability to make friends, while Bokuto was your exact opposite. He had taken a liking to you and had bravely proclaimed that he would ‘protect’ you, puffing out his tiny chest and grinning wide. Over the years, Bokuto had not let you down even once.

It was no wonder that you slowly fell in love with him. How could you not? You spent every day joined at the hip. The only time you were apart was when he was on the court, and even then you were on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, managing the team while admiring how talented your friend was. So really, how could you not fall in love?

In your defense, Bokuto doted on you like crazy. He knew very little physical boundaries when it came to you, hugging and squeezing the life out of you, laying sloppy kisses on your cheeks, sharing food and stories and…. basically each other’s entire lives.

But today. Today was the day. Today you would tell him that you no longer wanted to be friends. That you wanted more. Your heartbeat sped up at the thought of how he might react. You weren’t an arrogant person by any means but you couldn’t imagine him reacting negatively. There’s no way Bokuto could be as affectionate as he was if he didn’t feel something for you. Hell, how many times had he told you he loved you? Every day. You had lost count.

You were careful with the box as you walked to school. Your very limbs were vibrating, and you were breathing deeply in and out to make sure you remained calm. You were optimistic in taking this step. In fact, all your mutual friends, including the team, had only encouraged you. They were all dead sure he would accept your confession and return your feelings just as enthusiastically. You were more excited than you were nervous. You couldn’t wait to see him.

You found Bokuto with his head buried in his locker, and you had to hold back a snort. He was muttering something under his breath, and you were sure he had lost something else now. His locker was a mess, and you had repeatedly scolded him to clean it up or else he would lose things. Once again, you were right.

You tapped his shoulder, biting back a laugh when he jolted and banged his head against the roof. Curses flew from his mouth before he ducked and pulled his head out, turning to look at you with a glare. You watched fondly when his scowl was replaced by the widest, brightest smile you had ever seen. Bokuto’s smile could give the Sun a run for its money.

He exclaimed your name loudly, opening his arms wide to pull you into a bear hug. You immediately held a hand out to push his chest back.

“Hold it!” You lifted up the box. “I’m holding something delicate.”

Bokuto’s interest was immediately piqued, and you giggled at his childish curiosity, grabbing his wrist and tugging him with you. He hastily slammed his locker shut and let you drag him down the crowded halls and outside, finding an empty bench overlooking the school track.

“What’s going on?” He finally asked, wide golden eyes peering into your own. You sat down and patted the seat beside you for Bokuto to do the same. He obliged, waiting for you to speak. Instead, you handed him the box.

Bokuto opened it up and gasped at the selection of four intricately decorated cupcakes, admiring each one separately. You felt your heart swell at his reactions.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “This one looks like a volleyball. And this one has my jersey number!”

Bokuto looked back up at you with stars in his eyes. “I can’t believe it. This is so awesome!”

You grinned wide, fiddling with your hands a bit. “I made them for a special occasion.”

Bokuto perked up again. “What special occasion?”

You took a deep breath. Finally, the time was here. “I love you, Kou.”

Bokuto blinked before a wide smile overtook his face. “I love ya too, babe.”

You stared at him for a bit. “No. I mean, I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Now, a small, confused frown formed between the boy’s eyebrows. “I heard you. I love you, too. What’s going on? You’re bein’ weird.”

You gaped at Bokuto, unable to even fathom what he was getting from this. Were you not being clear enough? Was he not understanding what you meant?

“Kotarou, I don’t want to be just friends. This isn’t a ‘friends’ kind of love. I wanna date you. I wanna be your girlfriend.”

Now Bokuto looked flabbergasted, slowly closing the box and placing it to the side. “What are you talking about? You are my girlfriend!”

Silence. “What?”

Bokuto nodded, though he still looked at you like you had grown two heads. “Y-yeah?”

“Kou-” You held up a hand as if calling a timeout, trying, but failing, to understand what he meant. You had anticipated requited feelings. Some part of you had even considered the possibility of rejection. But this? How was this even possible?

Bokuto looked like he was processing things too. He quirked his head to the side, staring quizzically at you. One of his hands ran through his hair, almost in thought. You felt a horrific laugh bubble up inside you at how ridiculous the situation was. This…. this was so on brand for Bokuto. Your confession going awry because this idiot thought you were already dating.

“But what about all the time we’re together? I always hug you and kiss you. We have sleepovers all the time. I sleep in your damn bed!”

“Well yes, but-” You shifted. “We did that as friends!”

Bokuto gave you a look. “You think I act that way with my other friends?”

“I thought I was special.” You mumbled, suddenly rethinking almost every interaction you had with Bokuto.

“You are.” His voice softened. “Because you’re my girlfriend.”

You felt your face burn hot. “But you never-”

He waited for you to continue. You fidgeted.

“We never kissed.”

Now, a shiteating grin was slowly spreading across Bokuto’s face. He wiggled his crazy eyebrows at you. “You wanna?”

You smacked his bicep hard, making him yelp and rub the sore spot with a little pout. Inside your chest, your heart was doing endless flip flops. You still couldn’t believe that all this time, Bokuto had assumed you were dating and not just friends. The very thought of it was both completely expected and also insanely shocking at the same time.

Bokuto was watching you closely, having calmed down a bit. He gave you a little smile.

“Since ya didn’t consider any of our dates as…. dates, can I take you out on a proper one now?”

A smile spread across your face at his words. You nodded jerkily, staring down at your hands. Bokuto clapped his hands in finality.

“Great! Now, I need to eat these cupcakes and talk about how great they are.”

You laughed.

You tell your friend that they, “Look like a bottom.” + “Submissive and breedable.”

GN!Reader ft. Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima.

Warnings: suggestive content, curse words.

Bokuto

Poor man chokes on water when the words left your mouth.

“A BOTTOM?!”

Holding back your snicker, you raise your brow, nodding; a serious expression on your face as you stare at the athlete right through his eyes.

“A BOTTOM?!“ He pauses, eyes widened in disbelief, "ME?! A bOTTOM!?”

He gasps, clearly offended. One brow raised, he jumps (almost spilling the glass of water in his hand) to you like a kid trying to pick a fight,

“LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE. DO I LOOK LIKE A BOTTOM?!”

You rub your ears, telling him that your eardrums are going to rupture with how loud he’s speaking,

“OKAY. Okay. Fine… BUT YOU DESERVE IT THOUGH? HOW- IN WHICH ANGLE AM I A BOTTOM? This is the worst thing you’ve said to me in 7 years, (Y/n). I’m hurt.”

He pouts, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. He’s confident and he knows himself well. Far too well to understand that what you’d just said was completely false.

He played along anyway. You’ve been friends for seven years, but he wasn’t sure that you would want to know (do you?) about that part of him yet.

Yet.

"Well, you look submissive and breedable to me,” you joke, winking at Bokuto, which he replies with a raise of his brow,

“Mmhm,” He gulps the remaining water in his glass, “Surely this buff, tall volleyball player looks submissive and breedable,”

He grins, flexing his biceps as he stares down at you, “Suuuuuuurely.”

You squint your eyes, brows furrowed as you lean closer to his face, pretending to examine his features,

“Yeah, still looks like a bottom to me.”

“HEY! waIT- OI, THAT’S UNFAIR!”

Kuroo

…what did you just do?

Clearly, you don’t know the gravity of the situation…

Smug as hell. Squints his eyes as he stares you with a smirk before doing the tongue-in-cheek thing,

“Oh yeah? You think so?”

His voice literally dropped an octave. Why is the room suddenly so hot?

“Well, maybe i am. Maybe i’m not. You have to see for yourself.”

Your pride is on the line. Of course you’re not going to back out THAT easily. C'mon. It’s Kuroo we’re talking about, how many time do you wanna get bullied by this man?

So you went all out. With whatever is left of your confidence, you walk up to him, returns his smug smirk and tell him he looks submissive-

He didn’t expect that.

“Shit. You’re being bold today. Too bad you’re wrong though.”

“Well, you’re in denial.”

“Well, if you’re so adamant about me being submissive in bed, why not come and test it?”

His gaze meets yours. It’s a staring contest with tension, and you knew that whoever breaks it off first would lose,

But its Kuroo we’re talking about. The captain doesn’t even budge, his hand creeping up to your face. Strong, slightly calloused fingers cup your cheeks as he leans closer to you.

Your nose brushed with his.

And then….

He flicks your forehead. Hard.

“What did you expect, huh?”

Good luck. You’ll need it.

Ushijima

DO. NOT. SAY. THIS. TO. HIM.

WhY WOULD YOU DO IT????

He looks VERY confused. This 189.5 cm (6'2") man stares down at you like you just read hieroglyphs out loud.

His brow is furrowed. Guy is CONCENTRATING, like, he’s trying to remember if this was something important you told him in the past,

But whatever, they sound like compliments (and you always say nice things to him) so he just takes it as it is.

“Thank you. You also look, uhh, submissive and breedable today.”

LMFAOOAOAODKAKS

Now you ARE the one who’s taken aback. You’re lucky tendou isn’t around, or else…

“Toshi, do you know what submissive and breedable mean?”

“…should i be aware? It sounds nice.”

Do you feel bad yet?

“Well.. uhh..”

You seem confused to him. Why’d you even use those words if you don’t know what it means?

But it does have a nice ring to it though. He repeats the word in his head, typing it through his phone,

“Tendou is probably knowledgeable about this, wait a minute-”

“WAIT-”

Too late, really. Too late.

DING!

The reply came! Wow! Eyes skimming through the text, his brow gradually rises before he stares at you in silence.

“Tendou stated that it means you think i look like someone who likes being controlled during sexual activities.”

You freeze.

He SAID ALL OF THAT WITH a STRAIGHT FACE. WHILE STARING AT YOU. THROUGH YOUR SOul.

You shrug, telling him (while panicking internally) that its just a joke you read on twitter this morning. You wish you can get away with this?

No.

Tsk tsk.

“Good to know that it is a joke. Assuming about things you don’t know is rarely a good thing.”

He said that casually, but you knew he was slightly intrigued and perturbed by it. You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk up a little,

“Now that i recognize its meaning, i know for sure that i could also say the same for you. You do look submissive and breedable.”

Good luck. You’ll need it. (2)

AAAAAAAHHHHHH! I love this post so much! I am so glad I requested this! I too go feral for clingy ushijima, he is a teddy bear with his s/o I will fight people for this😤. Also aone my baby!!! How could I forget this giant polar teddy bear of a man! I love this so much, thank you for making this post!

hello! I saw that your ask box was open and I thought it would be fun to ask you for clingy boyfriend for Ushijima, Bokuto, Tendou, and/or anyone else you thinks fits the bill! I wasn’t sure if you do headcanon stuff, and if you only want to do one person that is completely fine! Also separate with their s/o! I think your writing is so good and I always look forward to your posts!

aHHH thank you love! i added aone bc he’s a baby 🥺 hope u like it! (and yes i do headcanon stuff :>)

ushijima, bokuto, tendou and aone as your clingy boyfriend

warnings: gn!reader, big boys being soft, no proofreading

type: headcanons (sfw)

genre: fluff

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ushijima wakatoshi (wc: 215)

even though he doesn’t talk very much, he never fails to show you his affection

a human teddy bear i stg

he radiates heat, and he loves to rest his chin on top of your head when you stand in front of him

if you’re taller than him, he loves it when you rest your chin on top of his head

i go feral for clingy ushijima

he isn’t really into pda but when you two are alone ohhh

if he could, he would go to the toilet with you

his fav cuddle positions are either when you like straddle his thighs and lay on top of him or when he is on top of you so he can snuggle his face into the crook of your neck

my heart I-

and he loves to see you wearing his clothes just for the fact that he knows that you’re his 

tendou takes photos of you two all the time, and even though he won’t admit it, ushijima secretly loves it, and he has them all printed out to put them into a photo album to give it to you on your anniversary

bokuto kotaro (wc: 146)

ANOTHER BIG BOY

and he's SO BEEFY

his hugs are also the BEST

hugs and kisses 24/7, no matter where you are 

baby never lets go of your hand

and he LOVES to chill between your thighs

like he just lays there and minds his business

and he loves it when you play with his hair

i love bokuto sm it breaks my heart to see him upset

he prefers to be the big spoon, but sometimes he likes to be the little spoon, too

and he likes to carry you around instead of letting you walk

bokuto loves back hugs

especially when you kiss the spot between his shoulder blades

vshdfgzufhu oh to hug bokuto in general i’m sick of being 3d

every time he sees you he starts to smile so big, and he shows everyone how lucky he is to be with you

tendou satori (wc: 174)

he adores you so much

and he treats you like a royal

and ofc he would call you “my paradise” and i love it

HEAD PATS HEAD PATS

i stg AHHHH there's so much serotonin in my body rn like wtf

boy is SO into pda

he wants you to sit on his lap all the time, especially during lunch, so he can show off that you’re his

look at him,,, you would wear matching rings/necklaces/bracelets and especially matching onesies when (you’re not in school ofc)

wear his jersey to his games or his jacket  this boy will melt on the spot

he loves to compare hand sizes with you and he’ll kiss every finger and every knuckle of yours afterwards

and he texts you all the time when you’re not by his side to make sure that you’re good

he likes to give you back hugs but like when he approaches you from behind he’ll put his hands over your eyes first to let you guess who he is (even though it’s obvious)

aone takanobu (wc: 174)

another boy who is v v tall and who looks v v mean

BUT

do you know this reaction in animal crossing where your character like radiates flowers bc they’re so happy (i think it’s called joy but i’m not sure bc i play it in german lmao)

same energy

he walks you to school every day, and he’s ready to carry your things for you

pda yes but like lowkey

he absolutely loves it when you caress his cheek and he gets so soft

like all blushy and that shit when he sees you

WHEN HE HUGS YOU, HIS HAND IS ON THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD

and he always wears a shy smile when he sees you dvhagzhuqjw

he’s just glad that you’re not scared of him bc of his looks

he pokes your cheek with his finger when he wants your attention

and he loves giving you nose kisses

when you two are alone at his or your place and you cuddle in bed he prefers to be the little spoon

𝐇𝐐 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒 !

ಌ including : k bokuto, k. kenma x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

ಌ summary: what relationship dynamics the hq boys would mostly be in!

part one . part three

say it right: nelly furtado

ع˖⁺. KOUTARO

-`ღ´- lovey dovey golden retriever bf x cuddly introvert gf

there's no surprise that Kou lives for psychical touch, and would definitely make that known in a relationship. I can see ko ordering for his gf at restaurants and holding her hand at all times to keep close and also bc psychical touch <33 Also imagining Kou with his s/o and feeling her tug on his sleeve would just make his heart melt, focusing all his attention on her.

-`ღ´- man child bf x responsible gf

also a common relationship I see alot with kou (in works), because its true. Kou would definitely need someone to bring him back to earth and out of the clouds, he's legit like a golden retriever omg. Especially in his emo moments, he would need a reassuring voice to kiss his face and love on him just enough to get him back into the game

-`ღ´- hyper bf x hyper gf

however, while kou does need someone to bring him back to earth, he also needs someone who can stay on his level of energy. I can see kou and his s/o going batshit crazy on a chuck-e cheese. Someone who can stay up to 2-3am with ease before clocking out together at 3:30 from exhaustion.

ع˖⁺. KENMA

-`ღ´- calm monster chugging gaming bf x sleepy gamer gf

we all know kenma isn't going to sleep at 10pm or 11:30 he's gaming until he hears birds chirping, that is if you didn't pull him away from his screens to go to bed at 3am. One of his favorite things is when he wants to spend time with his gf but wants to game is to have his s/o sit on his lap teddybear style while playing animal crossing.

-`ღ´- sweet energetic gf x 5'6 i'll fuck you up if you make her cry bf

as much as kenma keeps to himself much like a cat he can be protective, so don't be surprised when the guy that once was asking for your number made up some excuse to get away. It was simply kenma giving that guy a heavy stare. And when you ask him about it he'll blush lightly saying, "I didn't like how he was looking at you."

-`ღ´- sarcastic to everyone but sweet to her bf x has no idea he acts different with his friends gf

we also know how much kenma hates his friends teasing him, so thats why he is less affectionate in public especially at practice. But he knows that your a very affectionate person, so he'll be in mid conversation with kuroo before giving you his nintendo while giving you a kiss as you pass by. "Don't even." "Look at youu, wait a second how come I don't get to use your nintendo-" "Because you can't."

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 !

☰ i. r. suna, k. bokuto, e. semi

genre :: fluff

❥ — 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

late calls at 3am. Cuddling while watching tiktoks with him. Studying that just turns into gossip. Prank calling randos. Sneaking out on school nights. Note passing in shared classes. Passionate kisses. Loving hickeys. Tickle fights. Going skate boarding with him and the twins. Those self care asmr video binges. Hide and seek ending in cuddles and loving affirmations. Doing couple tiktoks to purposely get on people's nerves.

❥ — 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔

Movie dates. Giggles while making out. Owning one too many carnival plushies. Random I love yous. Running your fingers through his black and white locks to calm him down. Never having to bring any makeup items on your own, since he has them ready for u in a separate bag. Watching the sunset. Awarded kisses for acing tests. Late night grocery store runs.

❥ — 𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐀

waking up to cords being softly plucked. Making little songs with him. Funny guitar lessons. Stealing some of his silver rings. Husky I love yous. Karaoke nights. Falling alseep to the sounds of his guitar. Humming your favorite song of his out of habit. Getting a matching keychains. Making playlists for each other. Slow dancing to music at 3am. Whispered compliments.

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HI HIHIII!! i have a silly request if you dont mind ×_×

there are a few haikyuu boys with longer hair (kenma, bokuto(?) etc.) and i wanted to see some reactions if gn!reader were to put pigtails in their hair heheheh

idk if this is more of headcanons than a drabble but youre the writer so please choose what u think is right T_T

fluff pleaseee >3< thats it!!!! cheers ro!!! laters!!!!

- 🍸 (begging for this emoji pretty pretty please with a huge cherry on top)

  hairdresser ᵕ̈        hq boys ( kenma , bokuto ,        kuroo , sakusa , asahi , yamaguchi ,        suna ) x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : putting long-haired   ⋮⋮  hq boys in pigtails

📋 content     ♡ # 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 🐮     ♡ # 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 🥛     ♡ # 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 🥛     ♡ # ~3.4𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴     ♡ # 𝘤𝘸 : 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘶'𝘴

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ hello my new 🍸 anon (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ this idea is SO CUTE tysm for suggesting it . sorry it took a bit but i did both hcs and drabbles , just for you xoxo ”

︴kozume kenma ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

he doesn't know why you want to but he lets you anyway

i'd say, in high school at least, he doesn't really put his hair up (obvi since he doesn't do it during matches) because he doesn't know how he feels about how it makes him look in public

but when he's at home he'll def put it up if it's getting in his way of his video games

he actually has hairties strewn about his room, but for some reason they're like all different brands lol

"sometimes i run out and just grab the first one i see getting off the train."

you grab one that's hanging off the corner of his pc

"pfft didn't know you liked kuromi like that"

"oh that... that actually came from a set with a my mel tie..."

so OF COURSE you track down the my melody pair and start to comb through his blonde hair

he plays a game but asks you what his next moves should be in-game now and then to stay engaged with you, as you sit behind him and pigtail his hair

tbh i think his hair would feel dead af from the bleach as you style it but its ok you still love him!!!

"okay, done!" you open up your phone camera and hold it out in front of kenma. he quickly pauses his game and lightly grasps your hand holding the phone as he checks himself out.

"hm... i look ridiculous," he chuckles, "i look like a 5-year-old girl."

"yeah i don't think kuromi and my mel are helping with that, either," you joke. kenma shakes his head around for the two pigtails to swing about his head, the little character charms on the hairties clinking about and making you burst out in laughter. you try to line up your phone to take a picture of him, but he catches you in the act.

he gently swats your arm away and swaps the phone in your hand with his hand in the process, "babe, noo."

"just one? please?" you pry.

he shakes his head and takes your hand up to his lips, kissing it but mumbling out against it a firm...

"no."

"ken."

his eyes are still glued to the screen...

"no."

"with a cherry on top?"

he turns and leaves a quick kiss on your lips, looking into your eyes before whispering...

"no."

despite all his protests, though, rest assured you walked away that night with a new photo in your favorites album: kenma covering his face with his controller with the purple and pink sanrio bunnies holding up two blonde pigtails on the top of his head.

but that was inevitable, he could never resist his baby for too long.

︴bokuto kōtarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

"anything you want babe!!"

anything to spend time with his favorite person

theres too much fucking gel in his hair so you send him to the bathroom to water it down a bit

he comes out with his hair all wet and dripping and over his eyes screaming

"um, kō... did you even dry your- your hair...? baby it's getting all over the floor"

"oh! oh yeah, sorry about that babe, i'll do that right now for you"

but you see a glint in his pretty golden eyes

the fucking brat

he shakes his head like a dog, hitting you with water and you squeal at him to "go use a towel, idiot!"

nonetheless, once you put him in pigtails, he takes a look at the grey and black sprigs coming out from his head in the reflection of his phone screen and can't help but let out a hearty laugh

"this is great y/n, do another one on me, wouldy'a?"

"wait, really?"

"yes! plus, you like this stuff, right? if you're having fun then make me beautiful, beautiful."

he lets you take a few pictures before you hand him your phone to look for other hairstyles, & he takes the phone with a quick kiss to your lips

he scrolls on your phone trying to find a new hairstyle to have you do as you start undoing the ponytails on his head. his hair dried a bit while the pigtails were in, so you run your hand through his hair and ruffle it up a little bit to get rid of the indent the hairties made.

"oh! what about this one," bokuto beams, holding up a pinterest pin of a manbun, "do you think i got enough hair for you to do it?"

you take your phone back to get a better look at it as bokuto tries to gather up as much of his hair in his two hands and hold it up in an... attempt at a manbun.

you look at him and feel laughter bubble up in your chest, but you manage to make out a, "well we can certainly try, kō."

"really? can we?" he smiles at you. you nod and bokuto dives in to kiss you through your giggling. after a moment, you feel the still-damp ends of his hair fall to brush against your forehead, as his hands go from holding his makeshift manbun up to gently holding the face of his one and only love.

︴kuroo tetsurō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

yeah no this loser definitely has a thing when it comes to people touching his hair

like a DEFENSIVE thing bc no one can convince me it's NOT the longest part of his morning routine

so it takes some convincing but he finally caves bc it's you the love of his life

"fine! but just this once!"

once again, gotta water down the gel

but this time he's like,,, weirdly embarrassed?? and shy?? and cute?? about the fact you're seeing him with his hair wet and undone like this

"baby you cannot tell anyone you saw me like this"

"aww but tetsu you look just as handsome like that"

"ok so we're lying now, i see how it is"

so you sit crossed-legged in front of each other on the floor, and you have him hold the comb and hairties

he sits there all pouty as he has to bend down a bit for you to reach his hair bc he's so tall end me

NO PICTURES!!! the bastard even tries to hide your phone

"tetsu! give it back!" you complain. you've crawled into his lap and yet his arm still holds your phone too high up and out of your reach. "i swear i won't post it anywhere–just one picture, please?"

"absolutely not!" he says through a chuckle. he cranes his neck up and uses your phone to look at his own reflection. he groans at the sight of his spikey locks sticking out from the two pigtails on his head.

"babe," he whines, "this is really messing with my self image."

"yeah right, as if the rest of you isn't literally perfect."

"not true! as long as my hair is concerned right now. but y'know what?" he finally brings your phone back down to his side but holds the side of your face with his free hand.

"what," you deadpan, before trying to quickly grab your phone back. but to your dismay, he holds it out behind his back and out of your reach once again as he continues.

"i'd feel a bit better if i could get a kiss. just a little one," he mumbles with that shit-eating grin you can't help but love, "who knows, maybe i'll feel so much better that i can give your phone back."

"and let me take a picture?" you ask hopefully.

he looks into your eyes and starts to caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, "well... that might depend on how good this kiss goes, yeah?"

least to say you got your photo, and then some other perks while you were at it.

︴sakusa kiyoomi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

"omi, i don't think i've ever seen you with your hair up–"

"i put it up when i have to clean."

"oh right!"

you just never noticed because he wears a little bandana on top of it too cutie pie

but when you ask to put his curls in two little pigtails it takes a little bit of convincing

no one's ever really touched his hair before

he's the biggest sucker for you though so eventually he lets you have your way with him

and surprisingly, he feels so loved having his hair played with by your beautiful self and you just look so cute as you do it and you talk to him about the most generic things that this guy starts to get antsy

like i'm talking hands all over your legs and waist as you're sitting in front of him and as he's starting at you with literal heart eyes

he just needs to hold you you're so adorable to him rn

you can really see his two beauty marks with his hair pulled up and you give them a little kiss when you're finished

"look at him komori," you coo, facing sakusa's phone camera toward him with his cousin on the other end of the line. you had called komori to show off your work, but sakusa couldn't care less as he clings to you now that you're finally finished doing his hair.

"wow cous', this is definitely a new look for you," the brunette giggles through the phone. sakusa tries to hide his face in your neck and groans,

"don't you have anything better to do, motoya? bye."

and with that, sakusa takes hold of your hand and hangs up the call on his phone.

"i quite like it, omi! your cousin agrees with me too," you tease. sakusa can't help but chuckle lightly as his arms wrap around your torso tighter. you can feel the smile creep onto his lips against the skin of your collarbone.

"yeah, whatever. we can do this more often, i guess," he sighs, "the you-playing-with-my-hair thing, not the my-cousin-being-involved thing, mind you."

︴azumane asahi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

omg shut up i will always have a soft spot for this man

ofc since his hair is very much on the long side, he already puts his hair up in a simple ponytail or the occasional manbun from time to time

so yes he agrees to the idea when you bring it up, even if it’s a different style than he’s accustomed to

he didn't think it was gonna be that much of a big deal, after all, he's tied his own hair thousands of times

what he didn’t realize, however, is how different the experience is when you’re the one combing your hands through his hair MMMM

he's absolute putty in your hands shut upppp

deliberately pulls out some strands so you have to sit there and play with his hair longer

"love i think you missed a spot."

"i literally saw you pull that piece out."

he’s between your legs on the floor as you sit on the couch, the volleyball highlights he was watching on his phone still running but now long-forgotten. he uncontrollably tilts his head back with every move you make as you run your hands along his hair, parting it and smoothing it down where necessary.

“‘sahi stop moving,” you giggle. all he can do is hum in bliss as you try to get his hair together amidst him leaning into your touch every other second.

"love, is the first one done yet?" he asks innocently, eyes closed, as if his scheming hasn't costed you an extra 20 minutes or so trying to fix his hair up.

"just keep watching your highlights and keep your head still!" you plea with a hairtie between your teeth, finally managing to gather one half of his hair into a ponytail. and just as you were ready to stretch the hairtie out and make the first loop around the bunch of wavy brown hair that you had in your hand, asahi just so happens to readjust how he's sitting beneath you, making some locks fall out from your grasp.

"asahi!" you let go off the hair and draw out a frustrated sigh. you can hear him chuckle as he leans his head against your thigh, turning his head to look up at you.

his hand is already guiding your dejected one back towards his hair, "oops, sorry angel. i guess you'll have to start all over again."

︴yamaguchi tadashi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

how could he ever say no to you

i think esp senior captain!tadashi started on the habit of tying his hair back for games hot, so he actually does have a few hair ties on hand

but if you use hairties you KNOW he keeps some of yours on his own wrist in case you ever need one (🤭), even if not using them on your own hair like right now

he’s very well behaved as he sits on the toilet seat while you stand in front of him between his legs and get to work

the little piece of hair that sticks out from the top of his head is a pain in the ass tho

every time you think you've successfully smoothed it down, it springs back up again

meanwhile to pass the time, his hands rest on your hips as he asks you about your day, about what shows you’ve been watching recently—anything under the sun

"what happened then? tell me more sweetheart."

in the lulls of your conversation you can feel his thumbs lovingly glide back and forth along your hips im dying i love him

you stand behind yamaguchi in the cramped bathroom, him hunched over the sink as he observes himself and the new look you’ve given him.

you watch him through the mirror as he holds back a smile. his hand reaches about to touch the points at which the tips of his olive hear sprig out from the pigtails of your doing, his stomach peeking out from his worn out white tshirt as it lifts a little at the careful movements he makes.

he finally breaks the silence “yeah… i wouldn’t go out like this anytime soon.”

the two of you can’t help but burst out in laughter, at how ridiculous he looks and the ridiculous way you two have just passed the evening. the sound echoes along the tiled walls of the bathroom.

as your laughter dies down, yamaguchi turns and wraps those same arms that were poking at the pigtails in his hair, around your waist.

he pulls you close, “but they look good, love. maybe just not for me."

you look up at him and he swears he can see a universe of stars in your eyes, "you really think so tada? they were kind of rushed..."

"of course!" he leans his forehead to yours and touches his nose to yours, "maybe we can open a hair salon for you to hone your skills."

his comment makes you giggle, and he can't help but lean in closer to give your smiling lips a quick peck.

︴suna rintarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

you knew the only way you could achieve getting pigtails on this guy was by ambushing him

"zzz.."

so as he's dozed off on the bed, you slowly maneuver your way behind him

mf's a heavy sleeper so you eventually realize you actually don't have to be super gentle as you pull his hair into two little ponytails

his hair's already parted down the middle so it's pretty easy

goddamn is his hair silky smooth

you gotta ask for what products he uses bc holy shit why's he been gatekeeping them from you

i feel like his hair is long enough that actually they kind of sag down once you put them up in little curves coming out the top of his head like a bunny!!

but just as you're looping the hairtie one more time around the second pigtail, you accidentally pull on it a bit too hard and it quickly snaps against the top of his head ouch lmao

suna groans as he starts to shift and stir awake at the feeling of his head getting bonked. you have to restrain yourself from laughing as he absent-mindedly reaches back to see who it is that woke him up from his nap, hand slowly patting down your side. even through his sleepy haze, he can tell it's you and he lightly hums in contentment before turning around and engulfing you in his arms.

"sorry, rin, i didn't mean to wake you," you whisper.

for a brief moment as he's cuddling into you, he opens an eye to see your face. though you were trying hard to contain them, your laughter starts to escape between your upturned lips and suna's brows furrow in confusion. what's so funny?

he leans back again to find his phone on the bedside table and you watch as he catches a glimpse of his new hairdo before he can check the time.

all you hear is him mumbling something along the lines of, "you're something else," before he's plopping his phone down onto the sheets and he's tucking his head under your chin.

the two pigtails tickle your face like feathers as your ears begin to pick up on the sound of light snores as suna peacefully dozes off once again.

︴oikawa tōru ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

i also think he has really silky hair duh but he's definitely shared what products he uses with you

in fact he asks that you use some of the products from his bathroom when you tie his hair

"gotta do these locks justice, baby."

the whole time he's got a little smile on his face, mf is having the time of his life–getting his hair done and being close with the most precious person in the world to him? uhhh YES

he highkey whines about you pulling at his hair tho

"owwiee"

"oh suck it up tōru."

offers to do your hair as well crying

very gentle as he combs through your hair, too!! shit's calming asf, him humming a little tune as you tell him about your day and he lovingly runs his hands through your hair

when he's done doing your hair you take selfies together on his phone

definitely makes one of them his new phone background

pigtails out of yours and oikawa's hair, you're cleaning up the products and hairties scattered across the bedsheets when you accidently brush over the screen of oikawa's phone. the screen lights up with one of the photos you just took with him: you both winking at the camera with pigtails sticking out from the tops of your heads. there's some digital stickers he selected scattered about the photo, as well (a lot of hearts and flowers). he's in another room getting the two of you a snack.

"tōru! can you come over here real quick?"

you hear the pitter-patter of his footsteps as he rushes back to you with chips and drink cans in his hands, "what's up, precious?"

his phone in your hand, you hold it up to him for the screensaver to appear again, "are you serious? did you have to pick this one?"

at that instant he doubles over in laughter, so much so he embraces his arms around your head and falls onto the mattress again, making you both lay down next to each other. he moves his hands to hold your face, "what, why such the long face? you don't like it?"

"no... it's just that everyone who picks up your phone is gonna see it now," you explain, starting to laugh yourself because this boy's laugh is irresistibly contagious.

he leans in to give butterfly kisses to your nose, "yeah, that's kind of the point my love. want everyone to know how happy i am when i'm with you. don't we look so happy in that picture?"

you roll your eyes and reach up to play with his hair again as you two lay there in love, "i guess. but i can't believe you look better in pigtails than i do!"

"i look good a lot of the time," he jokes. his eyes drift down to your lips and after a beat, he presses his lips to yours briefly.

"but not even i can be more beautiful as you are all of the time."

This was so cute i sobbed

Hi Lex! I’d like to request what Bokuto, Akaashi, and Iwazumi would likely do and or gift you for your anniversary? :) and maybe even what you’d get him!

➵ WHAT THE HAIKYUU BOYS DO FOR YOU ON YOUR ANNIVERSARY

a/n: oooh this is so cute! i’m leaving out the part for what you’d get him bc it’s getting too long hehe <3 also please let me know if you prefer this hc format or my usual ones!! request rules

type/genre: headcanons; fluff fluff fluff!! kinda cheesy but it is what it is

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED <33

✿ BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

first thing in the morning, bokuto will knock on the bedroom door and enter with a huge bouquet in his arms, practically covering his broad torso.

his way of waking you up consists of peppering your whole face with little kisses and sealing it with a final kiss on the lips.

he would happily tell you all about the picnic he planned out for the two of you.

like the gentleman that he is, he’ll carry the giant wicker basket filled with cute mini sandwiches, pre-peeled oranges and a jug of sweet peach tea in his arms.

he sets out a large blanket on the grass for both of you to sit on, and bo wanders around while you take the pre-prepared food out.

after half an hour, he’ll come out from the bushes with a handful of white daisies in hand, eyes sparkling with glee.

“why’d you keep giving me flowers today, bo?” you ask, grateful but confused.

he plucks one of the daisy stems from his grasp and tucks it behind your ear, smiling brightly as he admires your face.

“it’s because you’re beautiful,” he beams, “and the flowers are beautiful! it matches perfectly.”

even after all this time, you’re still caught off guard by the genuineness in his voice.

whenever he says these things, he’s not just being nice—he’s being honest, which is what makes it so much more special.

✿ AKAASHI KEIJI

akaashi wakes up extra early in the morning to cook you breakfast.

he’ll take time to make homemade pancakes for you—from scratch!

he would gently knock on your door and carry the plate filled with pancakes to the bedroom so that the sweet scent of vanilla is the first thing you wake up to in the morning.

both of you might eat breakfast in bed together while watching the latest episode of your favorite TV show.

after you’re done enjoying the fresh pancakes, he draws you a relaxing bath and tells you to get ready for the plans he arranged for today.

the two of you decide to have a quick lunch in your favorite restaurant—the place where you had your first date with akaashi

after you’re done eating, he kisses the back of your hand and guides you to the planetarium, where he had booked out the whole venue for the evening

and when you gape at him in disbelief, he would only smile and press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“i don’t deserve any of this,” you sniff.

“you deserve the world, angel.” akaashi says, eyes full of tenderness, “i want you to know that, and i’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.”

he takes your hands and gently places them on his shoulder, smiling softly when you clasp your fingers together on the back of his neck.

the two of you sway along the planetarium’s background music, foreheads touching, like there’s no one else more important than each other.

“i love you,” you whisper, eyelashes fluttering as akaashi plants a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“i love you too,” he says, voice firm and unwavering.

✿ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you wake up to iwaizumi waiting for you in the kitchen, brewing a cup of hot coffee.

he doesn’t even need to ask how you want your coffee made, he practically knew it by heart after years of being together.

he sets the mug on the table and presses a small kiss on the crown of your head before walking over to the couch, nervously reaching over for a big scrapbook filled with pictures of the two of you over the years, accompanied with little notes beside each one.

as you admire the amount of care he puts into making this album of your relationship, he hands you a cream envelope and motions for you to open it.

inside, there were two tickets, yellow in color, for a ride on the ferris wheel during the sunset.

he cooks you some homemade curry and rice, and urges you to eat it quickly so you can catch the train in time for sunset.

he held your hand tight the whole way there, and still refused to let go when you’re on the ferris wheel.

it was only when your carriage stops at the very top for a few short seconds that iwaizumi lets go of your hands to cup your face instead, kissing you softly, gently.

“i know i’m not always the best in expressing my love in sentences, but i hope you can truly feel how much i love you.” he sighs, offering you a half smile.

“oh, hajime,” tears are forming in your eyes, “you make me feel like i’m the most loved person in this world.”

his thumb grazes your cheekbone as he looks you in the eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“well, you’re the most loved person in my world,” he mutters bashfully, “and you deserve it all. really.”

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husband!bokuto x f!reader • (nsfw • service!dom!bokuto/sub!bokuto)

husband!bokuto spoils you so much, the honeymoon phase never ends.

he gives you massages, learns to cook your favorite meals and rarely lets you do any work yourself because he genuinely enjoys taking care of you. he could be dead tired after hours of practice but he still insists on doing things for you, suddenly feeling a burst of energy when you try to do anything that requires ‘too much’ effort, in his opinion. “baby that’s what i’m here for,” he pouts. “you just sit there and look pretty while i take care of you, okay?”

but one pleading look from you and a pretty please gets you anything you want. he loves when you give him massages after his games but he doesn’t want you to tense or hurt your own pretty hands trying to help him—one look from you though, and next thing you know you’re straddling his thighs, your hands going at the knots in his back as he sighs and moans into mattress.

you have him wrapped around your finger but he loves it. if people try to make fun of him for it, he doesn’t even care, he just laughs with a big smile while he pulls you into his side and kisses your cheek, “haha yeah i sure am!”

one of his favorite things in the world is making you feel good, with his tongue, his hands, his thigh, his cock—anything. but he makes sure that he’s doing all the work, even when you’re riding him—his face, cock or thigh. his hands guide your hips and move you the way you need, your body so much smaller than his it’s easy for him to control.

even though he’s doing all the work, you’re still the one controlling everything. he may be taking care of you, but he still begs you to let him please you, it just feels right.

“look so pretty baby, that’s it. you like using me for your pleasure? cause i fucking love it, it’s what i’m here for, yeah? let me see you cum baby girl, please? for me?”

after he makes sure you cum over and over until you feel like you're floating, he cleans you up nicely with his tongue and then runs a bath and sits behind you while he cleans you up, letting you rest your eyes. then he brings you to bed after making you drink water and helping you with your nightly routine. then he cuddles you all night long, of course after many goodnight kisses.