Hello, how are you? 😊 can i get an au for bokuto? The ‘constantly fighting for the best seat in the coffee shop’ i think it would be something Bo would totally do and akaashi (or kuroo) trying to stop him cause he’s making a scene😂 female pronouns!

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i only read the whole request after finishing the whole thing, i’m so sorry! so i ended up not being able to include akaashi (he gets a mention) or kuroo. but i hope you still like this one, anon!

(also, if anyone asks, yes there is a legit owl cafe in the tokyo area called Ikefukurou Cafe and it’s so punny i’m dying)

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Bokuto sighed, relaxing, in his opinion, in the fluffiest, most comfortable seat in the house. It was the prime position in the whole café to get a view of everything. He could clearly see who was going through the door, the café menu, all the people talking to each other, and of course, the owls.

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So funny! I love Bokuto so much!

Could I get a scenario of Ukai deciding to finally proposing to his s/o but keeps getting interrupted by the Karasuno boys each time he tries to ask her and after realizing what they accidentally kept doing the boys decorate the gym, with the help of Kiyoko and Yachi, to the surprise of their coach and his s/o and hold up signs saying ‘will you marry our coach?’

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what’s more romantic than a proposal scenario on valentine’s day? and with my husband too! this is so self-indulgent and i swooned the entire time i wrote it. i made the reader a teacher at karasuno for the sake of ease regarding the last part and also because i referenced this scenario in it too.

~~i had no idea how to decorate the gym forgive me so it’s very understated but the boys didn’t have a big budget~~

and that’s it for valentine’s day updates! even though i didn’t get to finish as much as i would have liked for the occasion, i was able to carve out some good chunks for some other request so expect them in the next few days!

This should have been easy. Ukai’s at a loss at what to do now. He’s been keeping that box in his pocket all week long, anticipating the right moment to pop the question to you.

The whole point of a casual yet intimate proposal is that, unless he really screws up the lead-in, it would go without a hitch. There’s no need to depend on others and potentially embarrass you in the process. Not that either of you like those over-the-top proposals anyway.

And yet, it seemed as if fate had other ideas this past week, using the team he coaches as a proxy for its chaos.

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!! I can’t believe I never read this one before!! It’s soooooo cute!

could you possibly write a scenario where tendou finally meets his female s/o in person for the first time, at the airport as they’ve been in a long distance relationship? thank you in advance!! ^_^

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I know I haven’t been much active on this blog, but my Haikyuu senses just kicked in and I wanted to write something. Hope it’s to your liking!

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If there was one thing Tendou hated, it was his self-consciousness that always kicked in at worst time possible. He meddled with his fingers, biting his lower lip as he stared at the exit where people were coming from. He was waiting and the longer he waited, worse he felt. He was waiting for you to step into his vision somewhere after you told him you will go to Japan for a vacation.

But what if you changed your mind?

What if you decided to lead him on only to leave him waiting for you?

What if you didn’t want anything with him?

What if you saw he was called ‘monster’?

“You’re making that face again.”

Tendou blinked and almost screamed if it weren’t for your soft expression that he saw in front of him. He held his breath that he let out when you smiled and reached out for his hand. He relaxed.

“You’re here…” He murmured like he couldn’t believe it. “I…I though you’d…”

“I told you I’ll come even if I have to row.” Your cheeks heated up at your confession and looked away.

Tendou smiled when he saw just how your cheeks darkened, how your eyes tried to focus on anything else and how your lips moved as you mumbled to yourself. Everything felt so different, so…so much more alive as you stood in front of him instead of being behind camera and on the other side of the globe. Now you were within his arms reach and there was no way he was letting you go.

“You’re cute.” Tendou blurted out.

Your eyes widened and you turned to him only to see his face dark, almost matching with his red hair. You weren’t sure if you should laugh at his expression or hide your face as you felt it heat up once more.

“Y-you’re not being fair!” Your lips turned into a pout and this time it was Tendou, who laughed, pulling you in his embrace without a second thought. You buried your face in his chest and closed your eyes, feeling how warm he was and how nice he smelt of freshness and ocean. You took in a breath and smiled, nuzzling your nose before realizing.

Pulling away before Tendou even had a chance to hug you completely, you grinned. Tendou narrowed his eyebrows, but widened his eyes when you grabbed him for collar and pulled him down into a kiss. You didn’t care if there were people watching you, you weren’t letting the chance go by. You wanted to surprise him.

Tendou gasped into the kiss with eyes looking at your closed ones, but didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. You felt one of his arms wrapping around your lower back and pulling you closer to his chest while with other he caressed your cheek, his eyes closing.

You felt your smile growing until you pulled away, your eyes still closed. Tendou rested his forehead against yours and let out the breath he unknowingly held. Feeling his warm breath on your skin, you sighed.

“I wanted to do this…” You admitted.

“Heh,” Tendou laughed and pulled away, tugging a strain of hair behind your ear. “I have lots of things planned for us.” His thumb caressed your lower lip, his eyes focused on them completely.

“Yeah? I have too.” You grinned. “I searched a bit on internet and there’s one place I really wanna see.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow as he reached for your luggage. He held your hand with his other and smiled as the two of you began walking towards exit. “Which one is it?”

“You’ll see~” You sang and tilted head to the side, laughing when he whined. “I wanna see you play before!” You pouted. “I saw it on youtube, but it’s nothing like real deal!”

“First we need to go to my house and then we can do what you wish.” Tendou smiled.

You gaped and stopped. He looked at you in confusion. “Tendou I know would go around the town without a second thought!” Taking a step away, you glared at him. “Who are you and what have you done to my Tendou?”

Tendou blinked in surprise. You barely held back your laughter at his expression. Seeing that you were teasing him, he snorted before you both burst into laughter.

You had no doubt that this will be the best vacation you ever had.

So cute and so glad to see you! @haikyuulovercompany more Tendou cuteness!

Boyfriend Series: Oikawa Tooru

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A relationship with Oikawa comes with its ups and downs, yet it’s worth it. If you’re one that gets easily bored without some sort of challenge,, a relationship with him would be ideal for you. If you aren’t willing to make some sacrifices, it won’t end well. If you’re willing to be devoted to him,however, then he will pay you back tenfold with loyalty, some material things (if you’re into that), and lots of love.

He’s generally very good in a relationship. While Oikawa enjoys the status and perks being in a relationship, he enjoys the smaller things as well. Having someone to hold hands with, hang out with,kiss. Small intimate things make him very giddy, it’s almost like he’s never been in a relationship before. He doesn’t always make a huge show of your relationship either. He may do it as a joke in front of friends, but he really prefers to be serious when he’s alone with you. In the beginning of your relationship, he pays a lot of attention to you and maintaining your relationship. As time goes on, he loosens the reins and gives you more space, but he doesn’t ever completely ignore you.

The only exception being when he’s focused on volleyball. Usually Oikawa can handle himself, but as we all know, he has the tendency to overdo it. Oikawa is very focused on school and volleyball, and he will neglect his own needs and your relationship’s needs. If you’re not willing to accept this provocation, this can easily lead to a few fights and a potential break up. If you are willing to fix this, it’s up to you to let him know when enough is enough and talk to him about it. Iwaizumi can only do so much, and Oikawa needs your second opinion to realize when he’s overworking himself and stressing your relationship. Oikawa may be a little defensive at first, depending on how stressed he is, but he will eventually come around and apologize to you. This will definitely be a huge milestone in your relationship and bring the two of you closer together.

Oikawa will put up a personality for you at first during a relationship. He’s very insecure about you finding his weak points and negative aspects, he just wants you to think he’s perfect in every way out of fear of you leaving him. This persona drops once he starts getting comfortable in your relationship and he no longer feels vulnerable in your presence. He’ll joke around more, be more childish (in a good way, like being very curious about random things and unafraid to share his interests).

Intimacy with him really just depends on his mood. Generally, he is a pretty affectionate person and enjoys being touched or touching you. But sometimes he really just isn’t in the mood for cuddling, but will hold your hand or lean against you if you are really in the mood for cuddling.

Oikawa is very, very good at remembering important moments and dates. He has a whole Pinterest folder of unique date and gift ideas to surprise you with. His favorite would be one he surprised you with a picnic! It was pretty late at night and in the middle of nowhere, so you were pretty scared he was going to kill you or something. To your relief, he just had a regular date planned. However, he had found out about a recent meteor shower happening where you two were at. It was truly a memorable moment to see all of them shooting across the sky on a warm spring night with your equally as gorgeous boyfriend.

However, dates between you two don’t always need to be elaborate. Oftentimes the best moments are spent when you guys make dinner together after a long day and just listen to chill/relaxing music and just enjoying each other’s company. Oikawa WILL throw flour at you, you’ll respond by flicking some potatoes at him, and things just escalate from there. At least he will help you clean up, too.

He will talk your ears off about space, conspiracies, and everything in between. Once you’ve been dating for a while, his real personality shines through and he becomes unhinged. It’s actually quite adorable, and he has such a childlike wonder or intense seriousness in his eyes depending on the topic. If you ever add something to the conversation, he is thrilled.

He thinks it is very important he gets the team’s, but mainly Iwaizumi’s, approval of you once things start getting pretty serious. You’ll know when he’s serious about your relationship if he nervously introduces you to them. They are all pretty easygoing and think you’re a good person though, so he didn’t have much to worry about in the first place.There’s a likely chance you’ll become good friends with Hanamaki and Matsukawa, making Oikawa jealous (but also he’s super happy they like you). Iwaizumi is pretty easy to get along with as well, and he will thank you for making his best friend so happy.

He will still be friendly to fangirls when in a relationship, but he never flirts with them or even implies anything romantic. If they bully, harass, or hurt you in any way, he will not be afraid to step in and tell them off. You likely won’t run into that issue, though. Most of them are either surprisingly friendly to you (Oikawa has just been in such a good mood since beginning dating you and they have to thank you for it) or avoid you.

All hail the king!

Boyfriend Series: Bokuto Koutarou

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Bokuto…is a good boyfriend, as long as you know how to handle him, you shouldn’t be worried about anything going wrong

He is a very emotional soul who wears his heart on his sleeve. When he is with you, it’s so obvious he’s in love and just on top of the world. He’s always blushing, smiling, or staring at you with adoration in his eyes. It’s really just too cute. He also is not one to hide his feelings away from you, and will mean whatever he says. (He likes to compliment you a lot of tell you he loves you).

His good mood and easygoing aura are pretty contagious. Bokuto is the kind of person that radiates life and energy. You’ll most likely start to adopt a few of his personality traits (confidence, speaking up for yourself, becoming more expressive or empathetic, etc.)

He’s so keen on affection it’s crazy. He doesn’t mind keeping it low on the PDA (though he can’t resist throwing an arm around you or holding your hand in public), but in private, expect cuddling and touchiness. Whenever you two sleep together, he wraps an arm around your waist and snuggles against your back. He’ll press a few soft kisses on the back of your neck and murmur an “I love you” before he falls asleep. Then you’ll be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and the soft, warm breaths he makes against the back of your neck.!You’ll likely be woken up by a flurry of kisses on your face more than once. He’s mature enough to leave you alone when you want, but he needs at least a little love daily.

Usually date nights will be spent at either of you two’s houses playing video games or watching dumb movies/YouTube videos while eating take out. He’s very adventurous and would like to go out at least every week to do something cool locally (like attending a festival, going to local restaurants/cafes, landmarks or historical sites near you, and even volunteer work at animal shelters).

He will come to you first as soon as he’s faced with any huge issue or decision. You are the number one person he trusts the most and your opinion really matters to him. He intently listens to your advice and takes it to heart. He will also do his best to give you advice when you need it as well. However, most of his advice is very idealistic and revolves around “following your heart”.

Something you’ll have to be good at is comfort. Bokuto’s bad moods are like an avalanche. One small thing can set him off, issuing a wave of depression on him. However, he’s very resilient and can bounce back after a little rant and some encouragement from you. To be honest, you don’t really have to be good at comfort (but it’s easier if you are), you can just stroke his ego a bit and he’ll get better. When the problem is something serious and not just a blocked ball or a bad grade, Bokuto gets very unnaturally silent and upset. In these moments, it’s just better to let him lay his head on your stomach and pet his hair until he’s ready to talk about it.

It takes a lot to get him legitimately angry over something. Although he may get annoyed at some things, he has a really long fuse when it comes to legitimate anger. Though, He would not, under any circumstances, hurt you.

Dating him comes with many perks, despite the few challenges you may face with his boisterous and unpredictable personality. He remembers most important dates (some may slip his mind though but he never forgets your birthday or anniversary), he’s a good listener, he’s not afraid to show or tell you how he’s feeling, he indulges in your interests and doesn’t judge you for them, he genuinely cares about you and your family and friends absolutely adore him. He’s always willing to lend them a hand or crack a few jokes with them.

Humor is a major aspect of your relationship. If you want to date him, you have to know how to take a joke. He teases you a little bit, but becomes frozen once you start teasing him (especially if it’s really witty, he’s at loss for comebacks). Also you have to be versed on pop culture and recent memes, because he makes references a few times a day to get a cheap laugh from you. He WILL text you pictures of ugly animals and say “look it’s u”. To get back at him just spam his phone with the laughing emoji until it crashes.

Adorable owl boyfriend! Super cute!

TENDOU’S S/O TRACING THE FRECKLES AND SCARS ON HIS BODY AND ASKING HIM THE STORIES BEHIND EACH ONE AND IT’S JUST CUTE HAPPY SHIT AND IT’S ALL CUDDLES AND KISSES AND THEY BOTH MIGHT BE NAKED BUT THERE’S NO SEX JUST BOTH BEING REAL COMFORTABLE AND TOTALLY IN LOVE NOBODY CAN WRITE THIS BUT YOU I AM 18823987% SURE

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This ask was so pure I’m blessed… T/W for mentions of self harm

Lazy Saturday mornings were always Tendou’s favorite. It wasn’t that he was necessarily lazy himself, but the euphoric feeling of not having to wake up, take four shots of espresso, and finish three reports he had procrastinated on for two weeks on was an amazing change. Well, maybe Tendou was a bit lazy.

Tendou didn’t even feel like moving from his small space on the bed. He took lethargic interest with the way the sun cast through the blinds and how Mourning Doves vied for attention. He could roll over and fall back asleep, if he wanted to. Though, he was right on the edge of the bed and his girlfriend was still asleep on his chest, and he’d rather take a bullet than risk waking her up. He yawned, then noticed her stir for a moment before nuzzling back into him. At this point, Tendou was willing to stop breathing. She looked so peaceful, and Tendou couldn’t quite remember the last time he had actually seen __ with her eyes closed. She still harbored remarkable purple eye bags, though, to which Tendou made a mental note to tease her about later.

After about twenty minutes or so, Tendou didn’t oppose the idea of waking her up so much any longer. His mind wandered to places he’d rather not go when he wasn’t occupied with something. He figured he could just leave the bed and do something in the living room, but he knew for a fact the rest of the apartment would be absolutely freezing; February did not treat them nice. He slowly turned to his side instead, cupping her head in his hand and placing her down on the pillow next to him. She whined and burrowed herself in the duvet, still asleep, but gaining conscious. Tendou smirked, tugged the duvet out of her loosened hands and flipped her onto her back. He sat up and positioned himself above her and threw one leg over her side. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck softly, going in for a kiss, but decided against it. Instead he blew, hard, right against the part of her neck he knew was the most sensitive.

Almost immediately, she was up and screaming, her hands on his shoulders attempting to pull him away. He smirked and continued blowing raspberries, effortlessly grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head. She writhed undrneath him, giggling incomprehensible words and attempting to kick him off of her. Usually, she’d have him flat on his ass in the matter of thirty seconds, but catching him at her most delirious gave him a definite advantage. After a while, he figured he had tortured her enough, her chest still heaving and a long, drawled out cuss spilling from her lips. He cut himself off with a wet smack to the red spot on her neck, which instantaneously quieted her down, too. She was completely awake, now, and able to rip her arms away from his and sit up. She merely looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. She used the fabric of the duvet to wipe his saliva from her neck, to which she grimaced, not noticeably, but Tendou noticed.

“You know, Satori, sweetheart…” __ sniffled in a broken voice. “For someone who pays all your damn rent, that was sure a lovely way to thank me.” Tendou smiled sheepishly, looking down at her from his seat between her legs.

“Not gonna say anything? Okay…” She shook her head and smiled, stretching her arms behind her head and cracking her back before snaking them around Tendou’s neck. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“I know I am.” Tendou hummed, cupping her chin. She flinched, making sure he wasn’t going back for her neck again, before leaning into his touch.

“Now you’ve got something to say, huh?” She chuckled. She grabbed his hips and guided him off of her, leaving him laying on his back as she sat cross legged, rubbing her eyes. “If this thing is still here when I go to work on Monday and my boss asks me what it is, I dunno if I tell him the truth or make up a much more believable lie.”

“What’s so unbelievable about raspberries?” Tendou laughed.

“We’re twenty, that’s what.”

She finished rubbing her eyes and rolled herself on top of him, straddling his waist as he had hers seconds ago. Absentmindedly, she traced the skin on his bare chest, and Tendou thought she was either incredibly amused with how his skin felt or she was still in a sleepy haze. He didn’t mind though, watching her with a lovestruck grin on his face. He watched her as she slid her hand across his chest to his shoulders, and her fingertips taking sudden interest with his freckles.

“You know what I’ve always found odd?” She said, her pointer finger drawing triangles into his skin, presumably a shape his freckles had made.

“Hm?”

“You’ve got freckles everywhere, except your face.”

“Oh please, don’t say that’s odd.” Tendou snorted. The way her fingertips were running across his shoulders and chest made him sigh, suddenly. “Do you know how much more shit I would’ve gotten from people?”

“Aw darling, don’t say that.” __ cooed, scooting herself back on his lap to kiss at his shoulders.

“I kno-ow.”

“Anyways, I dunno about you, but I think the freckles are gorgeous. They add to your dorky charm.” Tendou shook his head, the silly smile on his face growing wider. He had to bite his lip to contain it. She traced the freckles on his chest and stomach next, drawing shapes and what he could only presume was constellations, the only time she stopped was to mutter, “that looks like a jellyfish”, as she traced a cluster of freckles on his stomach. Tendou didn’t really care what his freckles looked like, all he could focus on was her. Every time she ran her fingertips across his skin a jolt ran up his spine, because even after years of her touch, he was still starved for it. He found himself absentmindedly closing his eyes, even if he was trying so hard to focus on the beautiful little amused smile on her face. Tendou gave into the heaviness of his eyes and chuckled, he was absolutely living. His eyes fluttered back open when __ started fingering with the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down slightly to reveal his hips.

“Satori, darling.” Her fingertips traced gently over the puffy lines on his hip. “How did you get these?”

With anyone else, Tendou would’ve been a nervous wreck discussing the scars on his body, but with her, he couldn’t feel more sane.

“I put ‘em there myself.”

She frowned, but didn’t stop brushing her fingers over them.

“How come I’ve never noticed these?” She frowned, taking the other side of his boxers and pulling them down completely, sliding them off his legs and throwing it to the edge of the bed. “You’ve got a lot, huh?”

Her fingertips moved from his hips to his upper thighs, rubbing at similar puffy scars. Tendou just watched her stare at them, the admiration her eyes once held, gone. The love hadn’t fled, though. In fact, Tendou swore he could see it more.

“I never really pointed them out ‘cause there was no need to.” Tendou shrugged, meeting her eyes. “It’s all in the past. I really don’t feel like that anymore, you know.”

“I know.” Her eyes flickered from his back down to the scars on his thighs. “Can I? Can I, uh…” She shifted himself so that she was face level with his thighs, and ever so softly, pressed a gentle kiss against the scarred areas. He gasped, not out of fear or disgust, but out of pure and utter shock.

“Ba-abe.” Tendou whined, throwing his hands up to his cheeks. “My heart’s gonna explode.”

She looked up at him, mouth agape, before pouting, and pecking another series of kisses along his right thigh. Although Tendou was used to the proximity between her and him, this entire gesture made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. When she shifted her weight and nuzzled into his other thigh, Tendou swore he giggled. He covered his mouth and cheeks with his hand, the latter burning furiously. He did this until she traced a trail of kisses up his stomach and pulled herself up completely, moving his hand away from his mouth herself. She then kissed his lips, short and sweet, before pulling him into a hug.

“I love you.” Tendou muttered into the tresses of her hair in his face.

“I love you too, my perfect angel.”

She gave him one last squeeze before sliding back on the bed. She sat cross legged by his knees, patting on her legs to signal him to kick his up onto hers. He did, careful not to force his weight on her too hard. She then took one of his legs in her hands, running her fingertips up his calves.

“I love how even your leg hair is ginger, wow.” She chuckled, sarcastically. “Makes it easy to see your pale ass skin, though.”

“It’s hard to imagine just two fucking seconds ago you called me your perfect angel, wow.” Tendou mocked her, lightly kicking her in the chest. She laughed, tightening her grip on his calf. He laughed with her.

She continued with her soft touches for a while, sending Tendou back into a relaxed state. After a while though, she stopped, pressing her finger over a certain part on his leg.

“How’d you get this?” __ asked. Tendou sat up and looked at the scar she was pointing at, a dark brown one sitting above his ankle. “It’s the only scar on your legs.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Tendou shook his head. “In my last year of elementary school, my class took a field trip to a petting zoo, and since I was actually ten years old, I thought it would be hysterical to chase after a bunch of chickens-”

“Tendou Satori don’t you dare tell me you got a permanent scar from a flock of chickens.”

“Oh yeah I did. Don’t regret it one bit.” Tendou laughed at the way she shook her head, muttering something about, “I can’t believe I fell in love with you.” After that, she decided to leave his legs alone. She had him flip on his stomach, next, which Tendou had no complaints about. He loved the feeling of nails on his back, and if she took her time there like she did everywhere else, Tendou swore he would fall back to sleep in an instant.

The moment her fingertips brushed against his shoulder blades, Tendou had already melted. He audibly sighed, nuzzing his face into the pillow. He could hear her giggle from behind him, continuing to touch him.

“What are all the scars up by your shoulders from?” She asked him, running the palm of her hand across the nape of his neck to the small of his back.

“Acne scars, babe.”

“Oh.” She peeped. “Sorry.” She leaned in, her palm flat on his back, and kissed hi nape gently.

“For what?” He laughed, flopping back down into the pillow. “This is literally the best day of my li-ife.”

Tendou swore he had reached Nirvana in those next five or so minutes. She traced all the freckles on his back, from where his hairline stopped to where his tail bone lay. He’d sigh every so often, the only indication he was giving her that he was awake. There was a point where she was doing nothing in particular, just scratching up and down his back softly, making his eyelids droop. He swore he was on the brink of passing out once more, just one more gentle touch, but she paused, her hand leaving his skin for a moment before it came in sharp contact with his bum. He whined in protest, but that was covered by her booming laughter.

“Wha’ was that for?” He mumbled, lifting his head up from the pillow to look at her.

“You have freckles on your bum. I thought it was cute.”

“So you slapped me-e?”

“Well, all’s fair in love and war.” She smiled fictitiously. “That wasn’t half as bad as the raspberry.”

Tendou shook his head, leaning across to bed to grab her in his arms. He help her there for a moment before throwing himself back onto the bed. She squealed, although she was silenced by Tendou pressing his lips against hers. She broke away then kissed him again, starting a cycle of soft lips moving against each other while hands roamed. Tendou parted away after a while, resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you…” Was all he said before kissing her again.

Times like these were just his absolute favorite.

This is precious! Like, wow, you are just so frickin’ GREAT at writing Tendou. This inspired me to focus on gentle intimacy and connection for future writings! Well, well done! I had a smile on my face the whole time!

50+ Followers & Karasuno Mistletoe Special!

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AN: Happy Holidays, everyone! As a thank you for 50+ followers, I wanted to write Christmas scenarios of you under the mistletoe with our favorite Karasuno boys. They, uh, turned out to be quite long…. Daichi will be shown first and the rest of the boys will be under the cut. I hope you all enjoy!

DAICHI: School had been out for winter break for about a week now, and that meant that volleyball practice had been on hiatus due to the holiday season. It was quite relaxing for everyone, really, but the team had missed each other so much that Coach Ukai agreed to hold a small holiday get-together before everyone left on vacation (thanks to Takeda-sensei’s begging).

As one of the older managers, you helped Kiyoko and Hitoka decorate Coach Ukai’s home with tinsel, candy canes, and per Hitoka’s request, mistletoe.

“_____-chan, you know it won’t be Christmas without mistletoe!” Hitoka beamed, shoving the plastic plant to your chest.

You pouted. “What if you and Yamaguchi fell under the mistletoe!? Will you really kiss him?”

“_-____-chan!! You don’t have to actually kiss under the mistletoe!! T-that’s just tradition!!” her cheeks burned a bright red.

Knowing the boys, you knew that if you, Kiyoko, or Hitoka fell under the mistletoe with them, they would probably attempt to kiss either of you, without any hesitation at all. But you only wanted to kiss one person, and one person only.

The whole team had finally arrived around dinner time. Sugawara was the only one dressed appropriately with an ugly sweater. But your attention was focused on Daichi the entire night. He looked so good in green….

Your relationship with Daichi would not have existed without the volleyball team. You didn’t meet him until you and Kiyoko joined as managers, and you were so thankful for that. You fell for Daichi almost as soon as you met him. He was friendly, reliable, smart, and so much more. He was simply amazing.

You were chatting with Sugawara about his sweater when Daichi approached you two.

“Thank you for planning all of this, _____-san,” he smiled. Boy, did you love that smile.

“It wasn’t all me,” you messed with the hem of your sweater. “Kiyoko and Hitoka-chan helped, too.” You noticed that the his mug that was once filled with hot chocolate was empty. “Do you want more hot chocolate?”

Daichi gave you his signature smile that made your cheeks flush. “I’d like that.”

You grabbed his mug and he followed you into the kitchen.

“_____-san,” he said. You turned to look at him with curious eyes. God, you were so cute. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Of course. What do you need?”

“Can you look up?”

Confused, you looked up and your eyes widened. You saw one of the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Had you hung that there earlier…?

“M-mistletoe,” you stuttered.

“You know what people do under the mistletoe, right?” Daichi teased.

“Of course I do!”

“Then can I kiss you?”

You felt your face burn as hot as the stove. Had Sawamura Daichi really asked you to kiss him under the mistletoe? How could you decline?

Instead of answering verbally, you leaned into him slowly. He cupped your face with his hands and kissed you. His lips were so soft and boy, did he know how to kiss. You could feel every emotion he felt fo you. You felt like you were melting into him.

Christmas was your new favorite holiday.

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Christmas in August, these are so cute!!

aomine with his wife nsfw scenario during their honeymoon trip? Plss

baesketballers:

yall thirsty for aomine

This is rather long? I got carried away (a.k.a. got hot and bothered while writing this) but I’m just going to say that I’m compensating for the time I’m away!

Fem!Reader ahead

As you peer into the depth of his sapphire eyes that seem to glow amidst the dimly-lit hotel room, you feel as though a different aura emanates from your now husband, the man you swore to spend the rest of your life with. His usually lazy and somewhat crude disposition is nowhere to be found, replaced only be sheer intensity. If not for your arms around his neck, you would associate the sensation as if you were his opponent on court.

Because his eyes follow the slightest movement you make, the grip on your waist tight but not enough to hurt, pressing you flush against his chest in ways that make you blush. Now that the reception is over and the two of you are finally alone, you expect him to be the usual package: smug, fast, and rough. It’s probably been a full minute since you’ve been standing in front of the closed door of your hotel room like this, staring at each other—you trying to read his mind, him doing who knows what.

“Fuck,” he rasps before cupping your jaw and pulling you in a deep kiss that is so Aomine-esque it weakens your knees. Your hands are on the lapels of his tuxedo suit for support, thoughts of ruining the expensive clothing out the window. He doesn’t seem to mind either, continuing the pleasurable onslaught of your lips with added fervor.

Somehow you end up on bed, him hovering above you like a predator. The touch of his big hands up and down the curves of your body says otherwise, however—they are gentle, lingering even, something that the fast-paced Aomine rarely does.

“I’m so fucking lucky, aren’t I,” he breathes once he pulls away from the heated kiss, situating his lips right next to your ear to nip at the skin teasingly. You would at least chuckle at the rare sappiness he is showing if you did not reciprocate the feeling: your heart is too full and your body too hot, so instead of a laugh, a delicate “oh” paints your lips.

“Mine,” he growls into your ear, his nips evolving slowly into the occasional graze of his teeth just enough to send sparks down to your core. Kitten-like licks litter his ministrations in-between the roughness, balancing out the sensations and gradually drowning you in a pool of lust—he knows your body, and he won’t hesitate to exploit that knowledge tonight.

When Aomine stops, you open your eyes, blinking back at those deep blues of his in confusion. He has a hand on the small of your back, another encasing your wrists, tugging you to sit up and eventually stand. You comply wordlessly, standing at the side of the bed as he circles you, eyeing you from your now messed-up hair to the scarpin heels that perfectly matches your dress. You would think he’s undressing you mentally, but there seems to be something more behind that sharp gaze he rarely shows behind the bedroom doors…

Just as you are about to ask what is wrong, Aomine slowly slips his arms around your waist from behind, pressing his palm against your clothed torso, but all in a painfully slow motion that you are partially not accustomed to when it comes to intimate affairs with him. It’s as if he is trying to savor the sensation of his hand against your body, as if he is trying to drown himself in the existence of your presence.

You’re real, you’re here, and you’re his.

He kisses your hair, still hugging you from behind, and you cannot help but sink more into his embrace. The confusion previously occupying your mind dissipates, and you’re suddenly brought to the highest of heights upon internalizing your union with him in ceremony—the catalyst would be the gleam of the silver band on his finger. You place your hand on his.

“Did I tell you,” his lips are on your neck now, his breath teasing your naked skin, “that you look so beautiful in this dress?” He leaves a kiss on your jugular. “You can’t imagine how surprised I was when I first saw you down that aisle, goddamn.” Aomine’s hand trails slowly down to your center, caressing each inch of lace and satin in detail before pressing gently against where you are most sensitive, earning him the arch of your back to lean closer against hand. How could he resist you when you’re so alluringly vulnerable like this for him?

“Daiki—”

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says, kissing your shoulders now. His hand travels up and down your back, while the other stays right at your clothed core, giving out luscious promises with his fingers of the events yet to come. You grip at his shoulders behind you for purchase lest you slip down to the floor from the weakness of your legs. Aomine himself couldn’t stop his own fingers from teasingly pulling down your zipper, the smooth movement awakening your nerves.

As you anticipated, the sleek material of the dress allows it to immediately slip off of your unobstructed skin and onto a piling heap on the floor, forming some sort of puddle around your feet. Aomine stands still behind you, surveying you closely in your tempting set of underwear as you feel his gaze burn into your back.

When he circles back to stand in front of you, you can’t help the flush of your cheeks as he basks in your state of undress. Under normal circumstances when you are more outspoken, you would point out the unfairness of the situation, to which Aomine would most happily remedy by stripping himself to nudity. Tonight, however, it seems like he wants to take his time.

You’re only half surprised when he suddenly heaves you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style to the bed that is merely three steps away. Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks, but your intention to pull him into a kiss is stopped with a simple finger on your lips.

Aomine has other plans.

With your wrists caged single-handedly, you can only let out a breathless sigh as Aomine travels down your body, face in front of your bra-clad chest. He starts out tormentingly slow, one unoccupied hand on your waist and him leaning forward to kiss the flesh of your breast. He doesn’t move to rid you of your underwear until several moments later, when he all but rips the bra by tugging it down, propping your breasts up. Slowly, he takes a nipple in his mouth, maintaining eye contact while doing so. Your heart hammers against your ribcage while you witness the salacious sight of his tongue circling a pert bud.

He pulls away and you almost whine from the lack of contact.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers.

“I’m yours,” you answer in a heartbeat.

“I’m yours too, baby,” he replies before kissing your chest. “I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”

“Please…”

“Please what, hmm?”

“Touch me more.”

“Touch what more, babe,” he challenges, revealing the mean streak he has underneath all the passion the wedding has instigated. Aomine’s tongue circles around and not at where you want it the most, and you have to suppress the frustrated groan.

“T-Touch my nipple more,” you say, fighting the embarrassment that materializes through the flush of your skin.

He lets out a breathy laugh, but at an instant he releases your wrists in favor of your twin breast, letting his fingers toy with a nipple while he fervently sucks on the other. You throw your head back at the immense pleasure, feeling extremely on edge as moisture seeps into your panties. You press your thighs together.

Once Aomine finishes his attack on your chest, he litters kisses down your naked stomach, taking his time to reach the hem of your panties until his face is situated in front of your covered cunt. He groans at the sight—you’re nearly soaked, leaving little to the imagination thanks to the white lace. He can smell your arousal and it’s whetting his appetite for you, though he is suddenly aware of the tightness of his pants. As much as he wants to be inside you right now, he’s determined to make you even wetter.

“What do you want me to do,” he purrs, fingers stroking your lower lips as you grasp the sheets, gasping.

“A-Aaah,” your moan is prolonged by an index finger pressed deftly against your clit, rolling it around to tease. “Anything,” you sigh, “just touch me…”

He’s pulling your panties down now and you feel the urge to tell him to hurry up.

“With my tongue or my fingers?” He asks again, now that you’re bare and ready. Aomine licks his lips at the sight. You can’t bring yourself to answer, not when he has his face right there.

“Mmm, you want my tongue,” Aomine says, his hands working on spreading your thighs ever so slowly, tricking them to relax so he can place your legs over his shoulders. “I just know it. You’re a greedy one… not that I mind.”

And then he presses his tongue flat against your pussy, making you let out the lewdest moan he’s ever heard. He thinks about the spacious suite of the hotel, and how the walls are considerably thick, and about how he asked the reception if the room next door is taken.

The room next door is not taken.

Aomine uses his thumb to spread you apart before diving in, slurping and sucking with all his might. Neighbor or no neighbor, he’s determined to make you scream his name a million times.

“D-Daiki,” you whimper, grabbing his hair in between your fingers. He has you grinding yourself against his face, the unconscious cant of your hips sending sparks of arousal down to his core, and he loves every second of it, his nose pressed against your clit as he sips your juices. A moment later he has two fingers inside of you, making scissoring motions to prepare you while his tongue prods your clit.

“I’m, I’m gonna, cum,” you manage to say in between pants. Aomine’s chuckle vibrates against your clit and your breath hitches, feeling yourself inching closer to your breaking point. When his fingers find that bundle of nerves he knows all too well, he quickly retracts them to place his mouth over your lower lips again, eagerly lapping at whatever you have to offer with your orgasm and your moans of pleasure.

With half-lidded eyes as you slowly come back down, you poise yourself to look between your legs, only to find Aomine smirking at you with cum-stained lips. He licks them clean almost immediately though, and that’s when you realize he’s still fully dressed. You pout, quickly grabbing at the lapels of his tux to get rid of it while Aomine laughs.

“Sorry babe, I was so excited for this,” he presses two fingers against your lower lips and you inhale sharply, still sensitive from your orgasm, “that I forgot to take these off.”

With his help, the two of you are both naked, sitting in front of each other on bed.

Maybe it’s the high you just experienced, or maybe it’s just because of his pure gorgeousness, but somehow you forget about your own physical insecurities and just revel in the fact that this man is your husband. Aomine is secretly thinking the same, looking at you with an expression inherently different that the smug one he wears whenever he pleasures you. He feels a small tug at the corner of his lips and he realize that he’s smiling.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He says, leaning forward to kiss you.

“Mmm…”

“Say it,” he pulls away, giving you a chance to actually do so.

“I love you too.”

As if the notion of his feelings being recruited is ridiculous (at this point he should realize that the two of you are married, of course you love him just as much), Aomine gently pushes you back down on bed, making sure that you’re comfortable where you are.

“Babe.”

“Yeah?” You say, pressing your lips on his chest. He sighs.

“Does that mean… I can finally ditch the condom?”

You laugh, playing with a nipple in between your teeth, gentle enough not to hurt him. Aomine looks as if he’s in a trance, his eyes glued to your mouth and the gratifying debauchery you commit on his taut chest.

“Yeah, you can ditch the condom.”

“Fuck yes,” he hisses through gritted teeth, all too eagerly gripping on your hips to align himself to your entrance. You let out a satisfied sigh as he sinks himself into you slowly, careful not to hurt you despite the numerous times he has done this and basking in the raw sensations—god, you’re so warm, so tight… he swears mentally that he’s never going to wear protection again unless he must, because he’s getting addicted to this.

“O-oh, ____________,” Aomine rasps, looking down at you, “the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”

One: hot damn this was luscious! Two: so glad to see you on my dash!!

Canary in a Mineshaft (Bokuto x Reader)

serves-up:

Bokuto
with his hair down gives me “shōjo vibes” (this is irrelevant… or not).
I want to request a scenario where he (in his first year of high
school) is lying on one of the bench that Fukurodani has in its
schoolyard. Bokuto has “no love” for volleyball from the beginning, so
he is a bit tired of his senpais + because everything he does is wrong. A
girl of his class sees Bokuto “sleeping” but knows why he is there as
well. She moves in close to him and tries to cheer up this baby. [i] I
think Bokuto in his first year was most calm over his “depressed mode”;
like not in a comical way. Whatever, he was a loud guy as always and the
girl met him like that. But this time he is just quiet and needs
silent. That girl and Bokuto become friends and now they’re in their
third year. Bokuto is happy with his team and loves volley, but
sometimes he feels like two years ago and goes to her because her
company is too comfortable whenever he is on a quiet mode. [ii]Just
change whatever you want, add more stuff or… yeah. I just want a cuddly
and silent Bokuto who also want quietness. Thank you so much! And I’m
sorry if this is too long and even so has a lack of details! (；＿；) [iii]

okay…so I really, really love this concept. beware of long fic. This will be something I do in parts. I feel like it deserves a few chapters. I kinda gave him depression in this (or like symptoms of it). Also, this diverged from your original idea a bit, sorry!! I just got carried away. Also, this piece is litered with symbolism and stuff, so if you can’t tell-the owlet is Bokuto and the canary is you.

Koutarou wasn’t perfect. He knew that, and so did everyone else. He shouldn’t be too hard on himself, though. In his defense, no one was perfect, and the definition of the word has millions of different meanings. However, he couldn’t shake the heavy feeling of sadness weighing on his shoulders..

High school was a huge shocker to the poor owlet. His upperclassmen always told him he was obnoxious, his teachers told him he was too loud, his so-called friends told him to tune himself down and get a grip. For the first time in his life, he was really ostracized. His feathers were clipped and useless. No matter how hard the owlet struggled, nothing could aid him in setting himself free from his cage that slowly built around him, locking himself deep within a mine shaft. Others seemed to prefer this contained, suffocated version of himself, so he decided to accept his imprisonment. The lock, grew and tightened, reinforcing the cage and making it impossible for the owlet to break free. He remained locked in his cage, hidden away at the bottom of the dark, deep mineshaft.

Koutarou sighed, lying on a bench outside Fukurodani Academy. He stared at the sky the yellow sun shone brightly, and a few birds fluttered around in the vast, baby blue sky above him. As they danced above him, twittering, Koutarou felt as they were somehow mocking him. They were unbound to the chains of reality, able to do whatever they pleased. No matter what, they had each other. Their flock was many, and no one was left in solitude. It was at these times that Koutarou wished he could join them. But he knew that was a facetious thought. The owlet remained perched alone on his stand in the barren mine shaft, slowly losing oxygen.

What the owlet didn’t realize, was the young canary watching him. They were intrigued by the owlet, he seemed to be like some sort of decrepit chest, keeping its gold hidden from the world because of the fear of rejection. The canary couldn’t believe it. The owlet exuberated the essence of life itself. He was so bold, passionate, optimistic. His presence was enough to ease the canary’s tension during tough times. They did not understand why the rest of the flock shunned his personality. The owlet was a ray of sunshine, a single blow of wind in the doldrums, a tiny, yellow flower in a field of weeds. The canary decided enough was enough. It would break the owlet out of its cage and navigate it through the dusky mine shaft, despite the potential consequences.

You nervously approached Koutarou on the bench, he didn’t know you, but you hoped he would not reject your company.

“Hey,” You greeted him, calmly. “Can I sit here?”

Golden eyes made their way up to yours, the quick contact making you freeze.The lack of intensity in his gaze was very, very unlike the Koutarou you knew. Whoever claimed that eyes were the windows to the soul definitely wasn’t exaggerating. You could see the desperation and sadness that hazed over his orbs, making his usually bright expression dim.

Koutarou shrugged and looked away from you. “Sure.”

You sat down beside the boy’s feet at the end of the bench, hoping to offer some comfort. The bench was warm from being in the sun’s rays, and you looked at the concrete ground under the bench and began nervously kicking around a fallen leaf by your feet. You began by introducing yourself, while he gave you a short, uncharacteristic “Name’s Koutarou.” in response. You brushed off his brevity, though. You understood he was going through a tough time and his thoughts were most likely plagued by other topics. You sat there for a couple of seconds, mulling around for what to say, before taking a deep breath and deciding on something.

“Um…” Koutarou curled his upper body, getting into an awkward position to somehow look at your face to show you had his attention. “A-are you okay?” You questioned, stuttering a little.

The teen beside you visibly flinched at the question, eyes darting from you and staring off into the distance.

“I’m…fine.”

Those words did not sound genuine at all. But you knew it was just inevitable for Koutarou to show the reality of his emotions through his voice and actions.

“Y’know…it’s okay to talk about how you really feel. I won’t judge. Promise.”

Koutarou looked on into the distance silently, and for a minute you wondered if he even heard you. Before you could repeat yourself, he spoke.

“Do you….ever feel lost? Like your real self isn’t enough for everyone else? I want to be myself….but I can’t find a crowd to just…do that. Everything I do is always too much,everything I say is too loud. I suck at school, and I really have no talent. I gotta completely change the way I act for others to like me. I just…wanna be myself…y’know?”

You responded to his revelation with silence. You wished you were some wise sage to give him all the answers to his problems, but you weren’t. You were just a regular highschooler, and you were pretty dumbstruck right now at the profoundness of Koutarou’s issues.

He coughed awkwardly, then continued. “S-sorry. You didn’t ask for all that.”

You instantly reacted by waving your arms in disagreement. “No, no! If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked.” The air between you two became silent and awkward again. After a few moments, you spoke up again. “I know this may sound a bit weird, but have you tried joining a sport?”

That obviously resonated with the boy. He sat up, looking at you. His eyes urging you to continue. You could see the haze beginning to fade from his eyes, it seemed the foggy thoughts of his mind began to clear with your suggestion.

“In sports, you can be as loud as you want…and your teammates will likely join you…and you never know…you may actually be good at it? And even if you aren’t, a little practice can fix that. And I saw the volleyball team is desperately looking for members, I’m sure they’d be happy to have you.” You explained, then offering Koutarou a smile

Then, it happened.

For once in a long, long while, you saw Koutarou smile. Yeah, it was relatively small, but it was still a smile nonetheless. He jumped up from the bench and stretched his long limbs.

“You know what, you’re actually right! I’m gonna go sign up right now!”

He turned around, appearing to instantly rush back inside the building, but instead turned around to face you.

The sun was blocked by his body, but the rays still peeked from around his head, giving him and ethereal appearance. His eyes shone, contrasting against his shadowed skin. And his lips grew from a small grin to a full blow, pearly-white, genuine smile.

“Thank you.” This time, his words were genuine. Honestly laced his voice.

Your face flushed pink from the adorable expression and genuine gratefulness from the boy.

“You’re…welcome.”

He ran back into the school, a new innovation flowing through the boy.

Although the owlet believed nothing would change and he’d eventually suffocate at the bottom of the mine shaft, that turned out to be quite the opposite. A friendly canary befriended him, breaking the lock on his cage. They made their way through the shaft together. Although they were far from the exit, the owlet was happy to have a friend to help him along the way.

This is sooooo good! I can’t wait for more of it!

Hello! How are you today? I want to request a scenario with Kuroo, Bokuto and Tendo (Spiky hair trio xD) when they are at christmas (on the boyfriend side family) and his familys just, loves they s.o ? Like, they are a good girl to marry or, somethings cute teasing ? It can be a little cousin jaelous too xD I hope it’s okay D: amazing blog by the way <3

imagine-that-haikyuu:

thank you! i realized that i know so little about christmas
traditions in general… forgive me (i’m one of the “people of the tribe”, as they say)ヽ（´ー｀）┌
some ended up being more about winter than christmas. i also got worried
about being too repetitive with the jealous little cousin, so they’re not in
tendou’s. i hope that’s cool.

Kuroo

“So, what’s the
general consensus?” you whispered to Kuroo. “I’m I in?”

The two of you were seated on the couch of his parents’
house, the same place he had grown up. On the floor, sat his much younger cousins
who anxiously waited to unwrap the gifts in their laps. Kuroo flashed you a
signature grin before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I told you that they were going to love you before we even
got here,” he said. “My aunt said that if we weren’t still in high school that
she would be pressuring me to pop the question already.”

You let out a quiet laugh at that and rested your head upon
his shoulder. Kuroo planted a kiss on top of your head. This was the kind of soft
act of affection that you usually relished in, but in that moment, you felt an unfriendly
glare upon you.

“I don’t think I’ve gotten quite everyone’s love yet,” you sighed.

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