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[bokutoko]

you've never told KITA your favorite flowers.

and yet here they were, another couple of them in a little vase—your favorite vase—on the kitchen counter, like always. you stared at the blooming buds, as if they were taunting you, your mind struggling to remember if you’d ever even mentioned them to your fiancé.

your thoughts were quickly interrupted upon the familiar crunch, crunch, crunch of the grass beneath the footsteps of a familiar gait. shinsuke walked in through the back, so beautiful and so sweaty after taking his boots off on the porch.

“evenin’, sweetheart,” he greeted with his same gentle smile, coming to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. you hummed with a soft smile as he went straight to the sink to wash his hands.

“you smell,” you teased, earning a little laugh from your love.

“do i?” he asked with a knowing look, “thought i’d smell like peaches and wildflowers.”

apparently, your greeting smile and little joke was not enough to hide the serious brainpower you were using to try and figure out when the hell—

“i sense that brain workin’,” kita commented as he scrubbed and dried his hands, his voice gentle, “what’cha thinkin’ about?”

“when did I ever tell you my favorite flower?” you blurted out before actually thinking, and you inwardly cringed, sounding like some petulant little kid.

real smooth.

kita’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion at her question, looking to the vase in the kitchen. “i mean, i knew ya liked flowers ‘cause we always walk past that one florist in town when we’re out... but your eyes light up just a lil’ bit more when he’s got these in the window.”

your cheeks turn hot, not realizing he noticed things like that. clearing your throat, you awkwardly mumbled, “didn’t know i had a stalker on my hands.”

kita couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, the rich, low laugh still making your heart race and the butterflies in your tummy flutter. “yer the one who said yes to marryin’ me, sweetheart,” he said with a slightly crooked grin, coming over to rest his hands on the curve of your waist, “it ain’t creepin’—i just pay attention.”

a/n: I AM ALIVE!! i am back (i think)!

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[bokutoko]

SO I SAW A TIKTOK ABOUT AN ATHLETE IN THE OLYMPICS WHO LOST HIS WEDDING RING IN THE RIVER DURING THE OPENING CEREMONY. . .

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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[bokutoko]

cw: ts!bokuto x reader, making out, bokuto gets shirtless, very suggestive - mdni

when msby won the game against the adlers just minutes ago, the reporters pestered BOKUTO with questions of how he was feeling, if this was the best feeling in the world, if it’d ever get old.

he learned to give a vague answer with a cheesing smile: “never gets old.”

it never got old because he had the best post-match routine.

still riding the high from the game’s win, he was wound up, his body taut and desperately craving the taste of you.

“s’proud of you, kou,” you whispered in between sloppy kisses as you sat on his lap in the empty spare locker room. one hand cupped the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair while the other continued to caress your leg. his palms, calloused from years of playing ball, meeting the smooth skin of your thighs always sent chills down both your spines.

you tasted the brine of his sweat on his lips, and you suddenly felt that familiar dizziness—he never failed to make you feel your own personal high while lip-locked after a game.

“s’all f’you, baby.” his words were hushed, low, needy, “i do it f’you.”

as the two of you get lost in one another, you gently tugged at the hem of his jersey, whispering something along the lines of, "wanna feel you." you gently guided his sweaty jersey off, your mouths only briefly parting to pull it over his head. his neck and chest were flushed as your hands brushed along his muscles, little trails of fire left in the wake of the slightest skin-to-skin contact. he let out a low moan when your hands teased at the waistband of his shorts, leaving you with an unmistakable ache in your belly.

it was messy, it was needy, but god, this routine was one of the hottest, most romantic things the two of you ever did. you were a dream that bokuto never wanted to wake up from.

as you pull away, you heard the softest little whimper escape him as he practically chased your lips. it was purely involuntarily, considering the red-hot embarrassment that immediately flooded his already rosy cheeks. you stared at the gorgeous image before you: your lover with a blissed out expression, his lips slightly swollen and kiss-bitten. his brows were knitted together in a slightly pleading expression as he looked up at you through his dark eyelashes.

“baby…” he mumbled, “don’t tease me.”

with a soft, nearing cheeky smile, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, your lips meeting his once more for another victory kiss.

this. this was the life.

forget volleyball—being yours was forever his greatest accomplishment.

bokuto came to realize that he never really cared if the world was watching him; all he cared about was if his world was watching him, cheering him on in the stands with his jersey’s name and number on your back.

a/n: treat for the 500 gazillion of u that follow me like wtf thank u???? i love u all sm <3

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[bokutoko]

OSAMU loves you like it’s breathing.

sure, you might be cranky in the morning before your first cup of coffee. that’s why he makes sure he has your favorite mug already underneath the keurig machine.

“samu, i’m about to kill somebody.”

“that’s real unfortunate, darlin'," he answers as he presses the 12 oz button to brew your coffee.

and of course, you might return home late, weary and drained—physically, mentally, and emotionally—from work. when you’re quiet, too quiet, he knows the thoughts in that pretty brain of yours are getting a little too loud, and with a soft sigh, he guides you to the bathroom to take a nice, hot shower or bath.

and while you rest your mind, he prepares your comfort meal, knowing it’ll ease your mind, even if just slightly.

“you didn’t have to do all this,” you’d whisper after dinner as you both sit on the roof of the building, watching the stars.

looking down at you, he’d just give you that same soft, crooked smile that always brings one to your own face with the same gentle words: “i know. i wanted to.”

ever such a stubborn human... "i know i can be a lot."

"good thing i can't ever get enough of ya."

so when you feel difficult to love, osamu is always there to remind you that it's easy and innate, like how your heart beats in your chest and pumps blood through your veins. you’re in his heart, in his veins.

hell, you are his heart, and he'll continue to prove to you that you deserve it—brewing your coffee and cooking you supper for the rest of your loving, quiet days together.

a/n: such a gentle, patient man… sigh

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[bokutoko]

KUROO was pretty sure he was about to lose his job.

but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

just like clockwork at 5:30 PM, he walked up to your best friend’s apartment with a single flower—your favorite, not just the typical ‘apology roses’ he picked out in the past—along with his work phone. while you never told him where you went, he knew you ended up here, far across town from him.

he stood face-to-face with the cheap mahogany of the door, debating if he should knock. how would you react? would you even answer?

nevertheless, he left his things in a little bag, turning off his work phone that already had four missed calls from coworkers. it wasn’t much, but it was proof. it was evidence that he was trying, trying to show you he could do it.

he could separate work and his life—for you.

the heels of his shoes clicked on the hardwood floor of the hallway as he walked back to the elevator, back to his high-rise that had never felt so dark and empty as it had since you left.

the late-night autumn air was cold, and kuroo saw his breath as he walked, the brisk chill cutting through his coat. but he’ll freeze if it means he could prove to you he could change—that he could be the man you deserved.

and that was what he did, every morning and evening.

as days passed, kuroo brought more upon his visits: your favorite sweets when he dropped his phone off, a book that he remembered was on your TBR, a little note saying he hoped you were well and drinking enough water. you always were bad about that.

one morning, he left your favorite coffee since he knew you had an important presentation that had been marked in your shared calendar in the kitchen. he gave the door a soft knock—not because he wanted you to see him (even though he definitely did) but because he knew you didn’t like your coffee to get cold—and he quickly walked off.

one morning, he came rounding the corner at 8:30 AM on the dot to pick up his work phone, another flower in-hand, when he saw you standing at the front door, and he swore he could’ve fallen to his knees at the sight of you.

you were wearing comfier clothes—must be your day off—and he opened his mouth to say something, anything.

“hi,” is all his voice uttered. is that all you’re gonna say to the love of your life, who you haven’t seen in weeks?? good job, you fu—

“what’re you doing, tetsu?” you softly asked, skepticism lining your gaze as you gave his work suit a once over. his tie is slightly lopsided.

his brain short circuited at the sound of your voice, a balm to his soul. “what do you mean?” he prompted, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“all of this,“ you motioned around you and to him standing before you, “what are you doing?”

kuroo’s eyes followed her, glancing at his hands, which held another one of your favorite flowers, the little bag that was now conveniently missing the chocolates he left for you yesterday, his turned-off work phone that probably had dozens of missed calls—not that he cared about that anyway.

you were here; he wasn’t about to ruin his chance to talk to you.

“you know what i’m trying to prove here, angel,” he reasoned, taking a hesitant step forward, “and i’ll do this for as long as it takes—”

“for what?”

“for you to come home,” he said, his eyes zeroing in on your finger, the beautiful engagement ring he gave you months ago still sparkling, even in the shitty apartment hallway lighting.

she still wore it, after all this time.

he had to remind himself to breathe, and he added a soft, “angel, please come home soon.”

he knew she can see right through him, she can see how this man has stripped himself bare before her, all the way to the marrow of his bones. all his cards were on the table. no games, no bullshit.

he knew it wouldn’t be that day, the next, or maybe even in another long week before you’d come home, but he hoped that one day, you’d trust him to give him your heart once more.

he won’t lose you.

PART ONE

a/n: TADAAA part two! i lowk was not expecting so many people to like angsty kuroo but here we are

*HUGE thank you to the anon for the help with an idea; you’re wonderful, and i hope your pillow is cold on both sides tonight

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cw: suggestive (mdni), making out + ass grabbing hehe, mentions of ovulation UM WHO AM I????

KITA had always been the one to be so reserved, with soft smiles and his routinely careful, deliberate actions. he had always been the one to be so respectful, with always a “yes ma’am” or “yes sir” in his responses. he had always been the one to look so put together, so level-headed, as if nothing phased him enough to invoke any strong reaction.

but with you perched on his lap, your lips on his, and your hands in his hair, he quickly devolved into something no one never expected of him.

your lips had always scrambled his brain in a way he never quite comprehended, the taste of them causing a haze to shroud his mind, either from your chapstick or the last drink you had—or both. he had no idea how you had this iron-clad grip on him, but frankly, he didn’t really care.

and good god, the plush, soft texture of your lips did nothing to ease his self control either, his tongue gliding along your bottom lip in a hungry, yet almost reverential way. you were the first thing in his life to ever make him question his sanity. he believed you to be practically otherworldly, with your intoxicating presence and soft touch that made his skin burn in the best way possible.

his hands glided along the bare skin of your thighs as your own gently tugged at his hair, eliciting a low, reserved groan from him. he could feel your little smile against his lips, and you proceeded to gently pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline and neck, already feeling the slight stubble on his skin, despite his daily morning shave. the brine from the sweat on his skin hit your tongue, the taste making you yourself feel dizzy, needing more, more, more. you made sure to kiss his favorite spot—behind his ear, you learned. with a gentle bite to his skin, you carefully soothed the mark with your tongue.

fuck, kita was sure he was about to ascend to the heavens and see a bright light awaiting him.

as if his mind escaped him, he was unable to keep his hands to himself as they wandered to the swell of your ass, squeezing and kneading the softness of you. and when he heard that same soft little moan he always hears, he felt like he could fall to his knees for you, like he could be your most faithful, devout worshipper until the end of his days.

kita shinsuke, reduced to a beautiful, needy man because of his sweetest temptation.

“shin,” you softly purred in his ear, your breath warm against his already heated, sweaty skin, “y’looked so good outside weed eating… just can’t help myself.”

he hummed with cheeks flushed a sinful shade of pink—a mixture of both sunburn and pleasure—and his eyes slowly opened to reveal a pair of beautiful, hazy brown eyes. “i sure ain’t complainin’…”

he looked so breathtaking that you couldn’t even help yourself when you uttered your next words, the beginning of kita’s end. the end of any semblance of self control he had. “i’m ovulating, y’know.”

it was as if time stood still, as if everything became so much clearer. as if kita had seen the light.

yeah, you were definitely going to see the light too after he was finished with you.

a/n: ABS POSTING SUGGESTIVE CONTENT?? WHO IS THIS??? thanks to @nectardaddy i too have seen the light of truth about kita shinsuke… also i guess this is my thank you for 400 gazillion enjoy ur treat

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INFINITELY YOURS. . .

it’s saturday morning, and his eyes trace the outline your figure beneath the bedsheets. you look like a sculpture with the way the fabric hugs your curves—you surely belong in a gallery, he thinks, incomparable to any other artwork.

the early morning sun spills on the bed, a soft golden glow illuminating the both of you. it’s finally a lazy day, a day to sleep in, yet here he is, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you rest peacefully beside him.

oh, how lucky he is.

as the sun rises higher, he reaches out to touch your face; his fingers lightly skim across your cheek, drinking in your beauty. you are absolutely ethereal, your presence alone providing both comfort in his heart and butterflies in his stomach.

maybe that’s why he calls you his angel. you came into his life and only made it better, made it sweeter, made it brighter. you saved him from himself.

and everyday—like this, with the sight of you next to him—he’s reminded daily just how lucky he is to be infinitely yours.

tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi, koushi sugawara, hajime iwaizumi, daichi sawamura, osamu miya, shinsuke kita, kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya, tooru oikawa, your fav <3

a/n: i thought of this when i was rotting in bed this morning and saw this pin. i love cuddly mornings

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[bokutoko]

KITA BF HEADCANONS ౨ৎ

cw: ts!kita x f!reader (mentions of baby fever/him wanting a family with reader), use of “sweetheart"

- he is the epitome of a gentleman. he’s not just a ‘nice guy’—he’s a good man. not only is he opening doors to places for you, he’s also holding it open for the elderly couple that walks in right behind you both. he makes sure you walk with him on the side of the sidewalk furthest from the road, and he makes sure the family of six kids crosses the street safely. he always pays for your food, and if he finds a homeless person asking for spare change, he makes sure to buy an extra side for them to eat. he’s not only good to you, but to everyone he comes across.

- his favorite place to kiss is your temple. on the softest/weakest part of the human skull, he loves to press soft, chaste kisses against it when you’re still half asleep in bed, when you return home from work all exhausted and/or cranky, when you sit outside with him and watch the sunset together.

- his granny adores you. she loves to come over and cook with you (she has shared all of kita’s favorite recipes with you), chat with you over tea, and offer life advice (both solicited and unsolicited). she tells kita how lucky he is and how he better be good to you. as if he needs to be told that!

- imagine him coming home one evening, sweaty and cheeks slightly pink from the sun after a long summer day outside. you’ve surprised him by coming over and making his favorite meal. you’re standing by the stove, and you turn around to see him gazing at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile. “what’s all this?” he’d ask with even pinker cheeks as you tell him to not worry about anything other than freshening up before supper. (oh god lemme stop here bc now i want to write a fic abt this…)

- his primary love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation. he loves to do things for you to make your life easier. oh, you’ve been wanting to get into gardening? he’s building you a planter box and buying soil and seeds of your favorite flowers/veggies/fruits. feeling sad that all your plants died? he’s telling you that everything’s okay, and that sometimes, no matter how much love you give, sometimes, it just isn’t enough. “plants sure are finicky. i'll help ya plant some more.”

- he is the personification of “soft, gentle love.” even during times that you may be acting high-strung/stressed/overwhelmed about things, he is the one calming you down with his calm, patient demeanor. he doesn’t raise his voice/yell, he doesn’t say things in the heat of anger. he just says, “take a deep breath for me, sweetheart. we’ll get through this.”

- he uses his granny’s engagement ring to propose to you (wrote abt this here & here). he is a man looking to marry! and it’s not the biggest ring, but it had been passed down through his family, and it's perfect—you don’t need an expensive, shiny rock on your finger in order to love him.

- he has such a big heart. he genuinely has so much love to give to others, and he’s so lucky to be able to share it with you.

bonus:

- once one of the miya twins (osamu) has a baby, he gets baby fever… severely. he can’t help but to want little ones with your eyes and big smile giggling and waddling around the farm.

a/n: kita… i love u…

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