*Cracks knuckles* Let’s.get.fluffy!
(Some are short, some are long but all are fluffy, I hope you all enjoy! I had so much fun putting these together!)
Cooking for Tanaka / Feeding Asahi
Tanaka
From the moment he walks in the door Tanaka’s mouth is watering. “Babe, what’re you making?” he hollers while slipping out of his shoes.
“Just simple stir-fry and rice,” you call back, jumping slightly when you feel hands on your waist. For someone so loud, Ryu certainly knows how to sneak up on you when he wants.
He nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck making you giggle. “There’s something else, what’re you hiding?” he asks tickling your sides.
Squirming, you smack his hand playfully. “Spoil sport,” you grumble but there’s no ire to your tone. Turning your head to look at his face you smile. “I also have melon pan baking.”
He releases you to jump back, pumping his fist in the air. “Yes! My girlfriend is a freaking goddess!” He grabs his phone, taking a picture of you cooking and posts it to his Instagram, tagging Noya and Asahi, the caption reading: My girlfriend cooks for me, I’m the luckiest guy in the world!
Asahi
Worn from a long practice and frustrated that his spikes weren’t as good as he preferred, Asahi flops onto the couch, a deep sigh pulling from his lips.
“Asahi, baby, is that you?” he hears called from the kitchen.
“Yeah,” he answers through a yawn.
Your head pops between the threshold, eyes furrowed in concern. Usually he at least gives you a kiss on the cheek or something. When you see his posture, you know today was a rough one. Taking a deep breath, you head back in the kitchen, gather his meal and walk it out on a tray.
Asahi is so lost in self deprecating thoughts he doesn’t notice you until you’re siding astride his lap. “Wha…oh hey lovie. Sorry, I’m just- ufm!” His apologies and explanation are silenced by a piece of sushi. As he begins to chew, Asahi finally looks at what’s in front of him: a platter of homemade sushi and glasses of cool lemon grass tea. Swallowing, he chuckles, “Not that I don’t appreciate it but what’s the occasion?”
“Does there have to be one?” He watches you pick up another piece, this time without chopsticks, blushing as you place it in front of his lips. You lock eyes and nod, prompting him to open up and accept the offered food. “You had a rough day, baby, I can tell, so let me take care of you.”
Asahi nods, taking a long drink of the tea, then leans forward to kiss you. Pulling back he whispers, “You know dessert has always been my favorite.”
Kenma coffee and apple pie at home date playing Overwatch and cuddling
Dating for Kenma has been…interesting. He’s tried, valiantly in his opinion, to make sure to take you out as frequently as his reclusive nature will allow. It doesn’t help that Kuroo teased him about “hiding you away” or questioning if he was hiding the relationship for some reason. And though he knows his best friend is only jesting, his insecurity about his ability to make you happy flared up something fierce.
But if he’s honest, he’s exhausted and of course it would have to be today of all days that his want…no…his need to stay indoors away from the world has reached a fever pitch.
And it’s your anniversary.
Walking up to your door, clad in simple jeans and a t-shirt with his favorite video game character on it that you gave him for his birthday, he presses his finger to the doorbell.
After a moment, you open the door and just as he’s about to greet you he’s overwhelmed by the smell of hot apples, cinnamon and…coffee?
“Kozume-kun!” you exclaim, throwing the door all the way open to draw him inside.
“He…hey,” he replies, arms wrapping around your waist after a second’s hesitation. He’s still not used to touching you so intimately even after a year.
“Take off your shoes and get comfortable,” you assert, nodding to the couch.
Following the trail of your eyes, his own widen as the sight of a simple sandwich dinner coupled with his favorite chips and a few other snacks come into view. On the TV, the title screen for Overwatch loops.
He looks at you, relief evident on his face. “Go on,” you insist with a big smile. He nods a few times, heading to the couch as directed while you retrieve drinks from the fridge. While playing, both of you consume the simple meal you constructed (including the delicious homemade apple pie) before you lean against one arm of the couch, drawing Kenma between your legs to wrap all your limbs around him.
Planting a kiss on the side of his neck you whisper, “Happy anniversary.”
He pauses the game, sets the controller down and turns, planting a long but sweet kiss to your lips. When he pulls back he whispers back, “I love you.”
Bokuto hugs and snuggles
Bokuto can tell the moment you walk in his room that something’s wrong. “Babe, hey, what’s going on?” he asks setting down his pencil and standing up.
You shrug, eyes cast to the floor. “I…I don’t know…I guess I’m just,” you take in a deep breath. “I’m lonely,” you confess, words barely above a whisper.
Guilt strikes Bokuto like a punch to the gut. He knows he’s been busy, focused not only on practice but the need to stay on top of his grades and get ready for college entrance exams. It’s his hope to earn a scholarship but the best laid plans and all that. But now is not the time for self-deprecation or putting himself in a place where he needs you to draw him back up again. He needs to be strong.
You start when he draws you close in a quick firm embrace, face nuzzling into your hair. “I’m sorry,” he offers, pecking your cheek. You clutch to his shirt, knuckles nestled against his firm back and take a deep breath. He smells faintly of coconut oil. Strong arms lift you easily, carrying you to the bed where he lays on his back, nestling you on top of him.
Idly he draws patterns on your back, the sensation of his touch drawing goosebumps to the surface. His other hand twirls a piece of your hair as he asks, “What do you want to do?”
“This,” you reply, smothering your face against his chest and his deep chuckle makes you smile.
You spend the rest of the night talking about everything and nothing and falling just a little bit more in love with each other.
Cuddling on the couch with Inuoka watching Studio Ghibli
“Ugh, I hate this part,” you whine, turning away from the screen to hide your face against Inuoka’s chest. His laugh is bright as he wraps his arms around your back.
“Sweetie, you’ve seen this movie, what, like 10 times? You know it’s coming,” he teases.
“Yes, but it’s still scary,” you complain, eyes refusing to watch as “No face” chases the main heroine through the bathhouse halls.
He laughs again, a bit softer this time but tightens his embrace and plants a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, you know I’m always here to protect you.”
Tendou as wingman for Ushijima, Ushijima as big sweetheart
“So, which one do you want?” Tendou asks casting his eyes around the bar. Ushijima looks about, expression neutral and shrugs making the red head sigh. “Dude, as your best buddy it is my job to ensure your college experience is not boring. Now, pick one!”
Roaming his eyes over the room, Ushijima shrugs again. Tendou takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m gonna get us some beers, maybe a bit of alcohol will loosen you up. Just stay put.”
Nodding once, Ushijima watches his friend go. A moment later, he’s startled as someone plows into him, almost sending his chair toppling over. Looking up he’s met with wide eyes full of apprehension.
“I…I’m sorry, I…I wasn’t watching and-”
You cast a look over your shoulder, gasping when your ex-boyfriend makes a beeline for you. Without thinking, Ushijima pulls you on to his lap, your startled gasp lost in the din of the patrons around you. The volleyball ace locks eyes with the approaching male, daring him to continue his advance. You see your ex falter, torn between anger and fear but fear wins out and he back peddles, getting swallowed by the crowd a moment later.
“Thank you,” you breathe turning to look at your rescuer.
“No problem,” he replies.
“I’m _______,” you offer, extending a shaky hand to him.
He takes it, shaking once before supplying, “Ushijima Wakatoshi.”
Just as you’re about to get up you hear from behind, “Geez and here I thought you needed help.”
Looking over your shoulder, you’re startled to see a second male, also tall but with fire red hair holding two beers and an incredulous look on his face. Flushing brightly, you’re just about to offer explanations when he sets down his burden, casting a, “Have fun, Toshi,” over his shoulder before he too disappears amongst the throng of people.
A hand settles on your waist, drawing your attention back to Ushijima-san. “So, ______,” he begins, picking up one of the beers and handing it to you, “do you go to school around here?”
Still slightly stunned by this turn of events, you entirely forget that you’re still sitting upon the lap of a stranger, but the longer you talk and he listens, offering small commentary here and there, the less he feels like one.
Nose kisses, tickling, watching shitty horror movies, cuddling, baking with Kuroo
“What time are the guys getting here again?” you ask, arm tiring as the batter you’re stirring begins to thicken.
Kuroo’s long arms wrap around you, hands extracting the bowl and spoon to take over your burden. Leaning down, his breath against your neck makes you shiver as he replies, “Two hours, so stop worrying. Everything will be fine. Why are you so stressed about this?”
You pout, looking over your shoulder. “I’m not stressed, I just want everything to be perfect. This is my first time meeting them and they’re important to you and what if they don’t like me and-Kuroo!”
His hands tickling your ribcage effectively cut off your worrywart rambles. Skirting under his arm, you try to get away but his supremely long limbs make catching up to you easy. He’s back to tickling you, your laughter increasing to a pitched whine the longer he goes. He only stops when you’re practically breathless, body slacking against his when you realize he really intends to stop.
Tilting up your chin, his nose nuzzles yours. “They’ll love you,” he assures replacing his nose with his lips to peck you lightly.
A couple hours later finds you and the entirety of the Nekoma volleyball team ensconced in chairs, couches and the floor of Kuroo’s living room, all of you spluttering and making commentary at the horrid horror movie he picked to watch.
“Could this be any cheesier?” Yaku complains stuffing his mouth with popcorn.
“You know you love it,” chides his captain flinging said snack at his head.
You snicker, extracting yourself from Kuroo’s side to get more drinks. As you re-enter the room you hear Yamamoto say, “________’s amazing! You’re such a lucky bastard, Kuroo-san!”
From over his shoulder Kuroo smirks at you. “I know,” he replies with a wink.
HUGE spine cracking hug from Iwaizumi (lol)
Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you scan the crowds eagerly. The week has gone by so slowly, each day feeling like a week within itself since Hajime left for training camp.
“_______, over here!” His deep voice carries over the hum of travelers and you shoot your eyes in the direction of its origin.
Rushing forward, you push through throngs of people. When your eyes land on him, you suck in a breath. You know it’s not possible, but his arms look bigger than you remember. Without pause, you launch yourself into those arms, arms you’ve craved, arms you’ve dreamt about.
He squeezes tightly, face buried against your neck.
*Crack* You gasp slightly, relief flooding your body but Hajime almost drops you in his distress. “Was that your back? Oh my god, did I hurt you? Are you ok?” he shouts, so overcome with worry that he forgets your ear is right next to his mouth.
“I’ve been trying to get that spot all week,” you reply, kissing him.
Iwaizumi is so lost in the sensation of your mouth that he doesn’t even hear Oikawa teasing him for being indecent in public. Or rather, he hears him, he just doesn’t give a shit.
Holding hands with Akaashi
Despite the coolness of the theatre, you’re sweating bullets. And it’s not because of the action movie in front of you, quite frankly you’re glad that Bokuto chose one with such a simple plot because if anyone were to ask you what happened in the last hour and fifteen minutes you wouldn’t be able to form an intelligible answer.
No, the reason you’ve got a racing pulse and sweaty palms is because he’s right next to you. He being the most beautiful boy you’ve ever met. Sure, it’s not common to affirm males as beautiful but he is! From his slightly tousled hair to his natural bedroom eyes, just one glance from him sends your heart into overdrive.
Hence, the minor panic attack ensuing at just the brush of his pinky finger against yours. It was an innocent mistake, both of you reaching for popcorn from the ginormous bucket Bokuto ordered to share with everyone.
But the contact felt electric and left you craving more.
Unconsciously, you rub your hands against your jeans again, dispelling sweat and butter from your skin, the latter no doubt staining the material but you don’t care about that right now. All you can think about is him, his breathing, his scent, his hand-
Which is now gripping yours. Shooting your eyes up to his face, you’re startled to see him looking right at you. “You’re going to rub your skin raw,” he whispers, thumb tracing gently over the palm of your hand. “Better let me keep at least one of them safe,” he concludes, turning his head to face the screen once more, sly smile teasing his lips.
As you settle down, you take time to revel in the appreciation that what you always suspected is right; his hands are so soft.
Baking, cuddles and Disney movies with with Aone
*Ding* The sound of your kitchen timer peals out cheerily.
“Oooo, they’re ready!” you squeal, rushing to the oven and opening its door. From within a warm, mouthwatering scent of wafts out. Grabbing hot pads, you carefully extract the sheet filled with oozing, triple chocolate chunk cookies. From behind, you hear the fridge door open and cast a quick glance at Aone pulling out the pitcher of milk before reaching up and grabbing two tall glasses from the cupboard.
Eager to try your new recipe, you set down the tray, quickly setting one cookie after the other on the cooling rack, though you know more than likely you’ll still end up burning your tongue.
Aone makes his way to the living room, setting down your drinks just as you reach him, a platter piled high with the delectable treats joining their natural accompaniment.
“Did you pick one?” you ask looking up at Aone’s face.
Nodding once, he flicks on the TV, the title screen for Wreck-It-Ralph pops up.
“Ooooo, I haven’t seen this one yet,” you exclaim, happily tucking your feet under yourself on the couch and taking a bite of cookie. It’s ooey, gooey and oh so delicious that you moan in appreciation, the sound drawing a faint flush to Aone’s cheeks. He ignores it, sitting down a little away from you before reaching for a cookie as well. Your hand upon his stops him, his face turning to look at you with slight confusion.
“Here,” you offer, holding out the bitten cookie. Blush intensifying, the gentle giant leans forward, taking a small bite. His eyes grow wide. “Good?” you ask and he nods rapidly.
“Don’t sit so far away,” you grumble, practically climbing into his lap. It makes eating the cookies and milk a bit awkward, but Aone wouldn’t trade having you in his embrace for anything.
Asahi walks in on s/o dancing and singing in underwear and baggy tee
A swivel here, a pop there, your hips move to the beat pulsing in your earbuds as you dance about in blissful ignorance to the fact that Asahi is currently having a minor heart attack watching you. He knows it’s wrong, knows he should look away but how can he when your legs are so exposed and your body is moving so sensuously and…good god he’s going to get a nose bleed if he doesn’t stop staring right now!
Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you wink and crook your finger in a “come hither” motion. Ok, so maybe you weren’t so unaware that he was there. Maybe you timed it perfectly for his entrance into your room and maybe, just maybe, you wanted him to see you.
He swallows thickly, pulse beating in his ears almost as loudly as the tunes in yours.
“Come on, Asahi-san,” you coo, “dance with me.”
Lev giving his s/o stuffed animals “so you don’t miss me when I’m gone”
“I’ll call you every night,” Lev’s says stuffing two more pairs of shorts and three shirts haphazardly in his bag. He rushes to the bathroom to grab his toothpaste and brush. “And I’ll text you after every win,” he calls.
Snapping his fingers, he dives into his closet, throwing items this way and that. “Now where did I…ah ha!” he exclaims, long lithe body standing to his full height once more.
As he turns, into view comes a stuffed kitten, black with green eyes. Placing it in your hands, his own grasp your shoulders and he looks in your eyes. “For snuggling with while I’m not here, so you don’t miss me while I’m gone.”
You smile, tilting up on tiptoes to plant a peck on his lips. Taking his hand, you walk with him to the school, the rest of the team waving as the two of you arrive. Lev envelopes you in a long, tight hug, your feet dangling. “I’ll see you in a week,” he says kissing you one last time.
Later than night, as he’s preparing for bed, he’s surprised to find a teddy bear nestled under his clothes. Drawing it out, he hugs it, pleased to find you’ve sprayed his favorite perfume that you only wear for him on it. Taking in a deep breath, he smiles at your note: “So you don’t miss me while you’re gone.”
He does, he misses you every minute, but when he lays down, bear tucked under his arm, the sting of you not being here is a little less and he sleeps easy every night.
Sneaking up behind and pouncing for rainy day cuddles with Hinata
The rain beats against the window which fogs as your breath hits it. It’s been raining for days on end, the sun refusing to shine. Normally you enjoy this weather, but something about today is drawing up your melancholy.
A creaking floorboard is all the warning you receive before Hinata springs, body landing upon your back and lips descending on your cheek. “_______!” he exclaims and you can’t help giggling when he tickles your neck with his hair.
“Come cuddle with me,” he says happily and you nod, allowing yourself to be drawn to the loveseat, the storm now a comforting background as Hinata’s warmth envelopes your entire being.
You were wrong, the sun did show up today.
Cuddles with Suga
The blaring of your alarm makes you groan. Why does he have to get up so damn early? Rolling over, you slam a hand to the snooze button, mumbling something about starting breakfast but before you can get up, Suga pulls you into his arms.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbles against your back.
“Koushi-kun, you’ll be late and you know how those boys are. Especially Daichi.”
His grip tightens, lips pressing delicate kisses to your skin making it hum. “They can start without me, I’m not letting you go. Besides, that’s the beauty of having two coaches. One of us can be late if we need.” He rolls closer, leg draping over your hips. “Or if we just choose to.”
You sigh dramatically but smile, hands settling over his and squeezing as your eyes close once more, content to lay in the arms of your love for as long as he wants.
I’m dying squirtle
All this fluff is just so cute okay
I’m just….so happy
~Admin Kay (#*cries*)
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