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the first time they say “i love you” — various hq boys
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tags: fluff, all post-timeskip, all are already in an established relationship w/ rdr, some may be ooc, not proofread
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𝜗𝜚 kageyama tobio
kageyama’s first instinct was to run to you. albeit the heat of the artificial gymnasium lights burning scriptures on his back and the beads of sweat clinging to each crevice of skin and bone, he found himself in your arms — you, clad in his jersey, who stood at the front of the crowd as soon as the game ended. loud cheers fell on deaf ears as he twirled you around, seemingly overcome by a fit of hyperactivity and joy. you could not care any less. he was happy, and that was enough.
the setter’s hands never failed to leave your sides even as he placed you down. akin to a little boy, he grinned at you with streams of sunlight dripping from the cracks between his teeth. “i love you so much,” he exclaimed, as if announcing it to the reporters and the fangirls circling around him; as if proclaiming a never-ending devotion to the world. it was foreign on his tongue, and yet, it spilled out so smoothly, so naturally, as if he was born to utter those words solely to you.
a loud groan could be heard from his teammates — namely hinata, who stood from the side observing the scene in its entirety. kageyama paid no mind, for in that moment, he was bound to you.
𝜗𝜚 miya osamu
a loud clang reverberated throughout the building as the final customer left. as soon as the door shut, osamu heaved a heavy breath and slumped against the counter.
“‘m exhausting. this is tiring,” he complained, although you knew it wasn’t genuine, as foretold by the lazy smile plastered onto his face and the unadulterated joy in his eyes. “i dun’ know if i can do this for the resta’ my life.”
you merely hummed and sat beside him. your hand found solace on the canvas of his back, the repetitive circular ministrations seemingly doing wonders to him. “it’s okay. i’ll be here with you for all of it,” you whispered.
“really?”
“really.”
a handful of minutes passed in a shared silence before osamu turned to you. his lips quivered, as if he were preparing to let loose a truth that he had been holding onto for centuries. you could only hold your breath in anticipation.
“i love ya lots,” he blubbered, his eyes suddenly overflowing with tears. “thank you for staying with me.”
you grinned. “i love you too, ‘samu.”
𝜗𝜚 sakusa kiyoomi
“i’m home,” a small voice muttered from the front door. the clock on the microwave read 2:43 AM in bright green lettering, the first sign of sakusa’s late arrival.
the second sign came in the darkness of the apartment. all lights, save for the kitchen, had been turned off (you had a habit of leaving one light on for him). the man hung his bag carefully, his touch light against the strap and his movements in slow motion. with soft steps, he padded over to your shared bedroom, only to be greeted with the most vulnerable of sights.
atop the blankets, there you lay — donning your boyfriend’s sleep shirt, bathing in the strands of moonlight that peeked through the blinds, and light breaths falling from your lips. sakusa stood in the doorway for just a moment to soak it all in. he watched your chest rise and fall, the tips of your finger twitching against the mattress as if sensing his presence, and your head buried into the pillow on his side of the bed. slowly but surely he made his way to you, his own breathing light, for he feared that even the softest breaths would awaken you from such a peaceful slumber.
he was so sure that you were fast asleep, thus fueling his desire to unleash a proclamation he had hidden deep within the crevices of his heart and soul. sakusa leaned down against your ear, his voice, albeit raspy and a little too loud, whispering, “i love you.” nothing could have prepared him for your sleepy reciprocation.
𝜗𝜚 ushijima wakatoshi
on a warm summer day, ushijima found himself lounging with you on the couch, his legs entangled in yours and your gaze not on him, but rather, the book in your hands. he didn’t mind — he considered the scenario quite peaceful.
the look on his face said otherwise. his stare trailed far off into nowhere and his lips were cast into a small frown. his brows were furrowed ever so slightly, all evidence of some sort of frustration or concern. he didn’t notice the tenseness in his features for a while, until you pointed it out.
“what’s got you so worried, toshi?” your worrisome tone made his chest feel light, the wings of butterflies tapping against his ribcage. he adored how concerned you were; he thought that to receive such undivided affection was to be receive the highest blessing of all.
“i love you, that’s all,” he blurted out, as if it were a mention of the weather or a discussion of recent events. but it was not. you jumped from your spot and leaned towards your lover.
“you- you what?”
ushijima cleared his throat, his embarrassment evident. “i said i love you.”
if it were to witness the child-like grin that overcame your lips once more, he would express his love for you again and again.
𝜗𝜚 akaashi keiji
akaashi ushered you into his car, paying mind to the stumble in your movements as you crawled onto his passenger seat. the scent of alcohol hung heavy on your skin. you were far too delirious to function on your own, he realized.
gingerly, he removed your heels from your feet and massaged the blistered skin before making a mental note to bandage it when you got home. he then removed his jacket from his shoulders and blanketed it on top of you, as if tucking you in for bed. with a content sigh, he made his way to the driver’s seat.
akaashi would be lying if he said he didn’t find your sleepy state cute. you had just ended your “girl’s night out” — he had promised to pick you up at exactly 10 PM, and that is exactly what he did. what he hadn’t expected was this — you, nearly unconscious in his car, with little to no energy to even move a limb nor form a sentence.
he glanced over at you, his heart beating faster than usual. his voice barely carried itself into the wind as he whispered a small “i love you��� onto your forehead before pressing a delicate kiss. perhaps he’d find the courage to say it to your face some other day — for now, this was enough.
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leg-hit-lead · 12 hours
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Hinata: What state do you live in?
Akaashi: Constant anxiety.
Tsukishima: Denial.
Bokuto: Perfection!
Kuroo: Florida.
Lev: Liquid state!
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cottonlemonade · 2 days
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Laying Awake
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Akaashi lay awake staring blankly at his ceiling. Why on earth did he have to say out loud that he liked you? Why?
Of course the team had hollered immediately and bombarded him with questions to which he had no answers. He wanted to take his time. Get to know you even better. Figure out if you liked him this way, too. But Bokuto-san was right. What was the point in taking it slow if he knew what he wanted? Why play games if he could also so easily just tell you how he felt? He didn't want to waste time. Every minute with you was precious.
Okay, calm down, it's just the late night brain, he told himself. One step at a time.
Maybe he could introduce the idea of being a couple more elegantly. Hadn't Konoha said just a few weeks ago that dating a foreigner called for patience and subtlety? Not that he had any idea about what dating anyone was like in comparison. The few measly dates he had been on since starting at Fukurodani were nothing to write home about. And even before that he was too young and inexperienced to draw any inspiration for his current dilemma. He grabbed his headphones to not wake his parents and put on a slow and rather sensual playlist, his favorite for a while now, because the lyrics reminded him of you.
Tapping around on his phone he found himself looking at your profile picture again. Your nose scrunched, eyes closed, smiling brightly against the sunlight. Akaashi vividly remembered how you felt in his arms when he caught you stumbling just last week. How could someone be this soft? He hugged his pillow thinking the sensation was remarkably similar. Absentmindedly, he squeezed the pillow tighter, still staring at your picture.
Maybe he could find something online.
How to Date a Foreigner
15 Tips for Dating Foreigners
What do Y/Cs like to do on Dates
How to Woo a Non-Japanese
Y/C Dating Etiquette
Ultimate Guide to Dating
How to Confess to Your Foreign Crush
How Long Should You Wait Before Confessing
Akaashi‘s head began to spin and he tossed his phone aside. Useless.
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a/n: Y/C stands for “your country”
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ariannaaart · 3 days
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home ❤️‍🩹
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amezure · 1 month
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Bokuto teaching volleyball to the kids in that new sketch 😭😭
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fuyuluvr · 3 months
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i didn't mean it.
synopsis: your boyfriend says something and makes you insecure.
characters: iwaizumi, akaashi x gn!reader
warnings: angst to fluff
note/s: reuploading my old haikyuu works so don't mind me!
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iwaizumi:
you were on your way to iwaizumi’s house after oikawa texted you that he was being extra mean today. you held a box of pizza in one hand, as you texted oikawa back saying that you’ve gotten it under control.
once you got to his house, his mother opened the door with a relieved look on her face when she saw that it was you by the door. with a small goodluck. she sent you up to her son’s room.
you noticed that the hallway leading to your boyfriend’s room was messy. you sighed, knowing it was a result of him being fidgety. he couldn’t help it. and you can never blame him for that.
knocking twice on his room, you opened his door and saw him looking stressed by his desk. a few crumpled pieces of paper littered his floor as his head was between his hands, clenching his hair in frustration.
“haji?” you called out, noticing the rejected letter from one of the few universities he applied to.
he didn’t seem to hear you, having himself be lost in his thoughts. you closed the door quietly and set the food to the side. you carefully walked to where he was, not wanting to startle the stressed ravenette.
apparently, you weren’t careful enough as his head snapped when you accidentally stepped on a piece of plastic that you didn’t notice was there.
“what are you doing here?” his voice was straight up venom. the tone caught you off guard.
“oikawa texted me saying that you were in a bad mood.” you explained, taking a step closer to him in a means of wanting to comfort him.
“yeah well, i am. i think you should go for now.” iwaizumi said, not looking at you. you swallowed on nothing as you shook your head.
“i want to help, haji.” he scoffed. you knew it was all due to stress… or so you hoped.
“clearly you’re not helping around by staying here,” he retorted. your hands stilled by your sides.
“hajime, you know bottling up isn’t good for you.” you reasoned out. he rolled his eyes at you.
iwaizumi couldn’t help but ruffle his hair in irritation. he knew you had good intentions. you always did. but all he could think about right now is his stress and overthinking. all rational thoughts left the room by this point.
“bottling up is better than to talk with someone like you.” he didn’t mean that. or, that’s what you want to think.
“what’s that supposed to mean…?” your voice dropped. iwaizumi turned to face you.
“i mean, come on. you always want to know what’s going on with my life. you never let me breathe. i can think for myself. i don’t need you butting in with your irrelevant opinions. you keep talking as if your opinions matter to me.” his words came tumbling down, he couldn’t control it.
your eyes widened, something iwaizumi didn’t notice once more. too caught up in his rage to notice how you took in his words.
you never let me breathe.
you keep talking as if your opinions matter to me.
you nodded, keeping your emotions in check. iwaizumi finally stopped with his rambling.
“i understand, haji. i should go.” iwaizumi knew he should stop you, but he didn’t.
later that night, you received almost a ten page essay’s length of explanation and apologies. despite reading it and replying that it was okay, you couldn’t help but feel the hollowness in your chest as his words kept replaying in your head.
by the next few days, iwaizumi acted as if nothing happened and you did the same. your boyfriend, however, noticed that there was something off. he thought of it as the aftermath of the small outburst he accidentally let out on you.
it was by the second week that he noticed that you stopped arguing with him in terms of his choices, letting him wear that god-awful plaid pants oikawa bought him so they can match, letting him choose the movie even though he knew you didn’t like it.
the last straw was during your movie night. when he asked you if you wanted to eat chicken or pizza. he knew that it would trigger a response from you since you’ve always fought him in favor of chicken. it was a weird quarrel over the two of you that became a routine. so, when you gave him a shrug in response, he finally couldn’t let that go.
“what’s up with you?” iwaizumi asked as you were scrolling through your phone, staying unbothered. the time you spent on just agreeing with him made you used to just not giving his words a second thought and letting him lead the relationship. sure, you missed your old conversations but whenever you want to fight back, those words just keep circulating in your mind.
you knew it was due from his stress but you couldn’t help but feel like there has always been a root to his outburst.
“what?” you replied, still scrolling on your phone.
“is there something bothering you?” you shook your head, boring your eyes to the same video that looped in your instagram.
iwaizumi took your phone, forcing you to talk to him.
“give it back, haji.” you weren’t thrilled to be starting an argument, or a proper conversation with him.
“not until you tell me what’s wrong.” he said, you sighed and raised your hands in defeat.
“if you say there’s something wrong, then that’s on you. i can’t change what you think.”
“what are you talking about?”
“nothing.” iwaizumi was getting pretty fed up with the attitude you were showing him.
you knew it was petty, but you were too far to go back.
“(y/n)-” “let’s just watch the movie.” “fine.” iwaizumi gave up, sitting beside you.
“what do you want to watch?” he asked, turning to face you.
“you choose.” the television was turned off.
“what is wrong with you. you’ve been acting weird lately. first you stopped hanging around me and then you won’t even respond with your own decisions.” you sighed, not wanting to talk. in fear of accidentally breaking down.
“now you won’t even talk to me. what is wro-”
“god, you tell me i don’t give you room to breathe and my opinions are irrelevant and now you suddenly ask me what’s wrong.” you finally let out, tears pricking your eyes. iwaizumi’s eyes widened at your outburst.
you harshly wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, wanting nothing but to disappear so you don’t have to face him staring at you with confused expressions.
“what do you want from me?” you bitterly laughed. iwaizumi wanted to do something, so he did the first thing he thought of and pulled you to his chest.
you resisted, trying to pry yourself out of his grip. the both of you know that you were no match for iwaizumi’s strength as he pulled you even closer every time you try to move away.
“let me go.” your voice was muffled by his shirt. he held on tighter, wanting to erase those words he said.
“i’m sorry.”
“okay, now let me go.” he obliged a bit, letting you breathe as he pulled away from you slightly.
“i know you don’t want to hear my explanation. and i know you don’t want to hear a sap apology.” iwaizumi started, you nodded. willing yourself to listen to him right now.
he breathed in and out before he took a hold of your hands.
“i’m sorry for saying those words. i should have never said those things. especially when all you wanted to do was help.” you couldn’t help but notice how his voice got softer as he tightly gripped your hands.
“i was really stressed and i had no right taking it out on you. your opinions matter the most to me and you’re my breather whenever it gets hard to breathe.” you couldn’t help but snort at his cheesy words. he heard that sound and smiled a little, knowing you were loosening up and feeling a bit better.
“kind of corny, if you ask me, haji.” you said, he smiled at you before rolling his eyes playfully.
“whatever, loser.”
you leaned closer and pecked his cheek as a sign of acceptance on his apology. you knew that he was genuine. knowing that hajime has a hard time showing his feelings.
he smiled before turning on the television once more.
“okay, time to watch godzilla.” “no, we’re watching (fave show)-”
ah yes, this is how it should be.
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akaashi:
nothing went right in practice. bokuto was far more uncooperative, his rotation team kept missing his sets, and the other team kept reading his sets.
akaashi knows that this type of thing happens. there will never be a guarantee that you will win a match in volleyball. he knew that, but he couldn't help but think that it was his fault.
the setter is the one who touches the ball the most. the one who leads the orchestra.
it didn’t help ease akaashi’s nerves that he was on the edge and has been on the edge since the past few practice matches.
“hey, akaashi! lighten up, buddy!” bokuto said, slapping akaashi’s back with force. he nodded, trying not to let his irritation show. he knew that the team is lowkey terrified when akaashi gets irritated. the last thing he wants is to drive tension between him and his team.
the rest of the practice went by smoothly, or in akaashi’s thoughts, in a very mediocre way. that ‘smooth’ is just the nice term for it.
“akaashi!” this was the worst possible timing. he didn’t want to see you. at least, not right now. especially when he’s in a bad mood. “darling, what are you doing here?”
“konoha texted me and said you weren’t feeling okay, that’s what i’m here for!” you smiled as you pulled him into a hug, not minding that he was a bit sweaty before you pulled away to talk to the managers in glee.
akaashi sighed and headed to the showers. he planned to just drop you off in your house and deal with this on his own.
but of course, you wouldn’t let him. he let you hold his hand and drag him around while the both of you were on the way home.
you were happily talking about the newest episode that just released. akaashi was mindlessly listening, he wasn’t ignoring you but he didn’t want to deal with you as of the moment.
“right, so anyway. then an unexpected twist came like it was so unexpected! i did have my suspicions though! so, it’s all good.” akaashi was getting distracted by his thoughts, not giving you a reply instead of a mindless nod.
“akaashi!” you said loudly, startling the stressed setter.
“will you shut up?” akaashi couldn’t bite back his tongue fast enough as those words tumbled out of his mouth.
you stilled, not knowing how to respond to the outburst. you did feel like you were talking a bit too much, but you didn’t know it was bothering akaashi.
“sorry.” after that, the walk home was tense. none of you knew what to say to each other.
it was when the both of you were at the doorstep when akaashi pulled you into a hug and muttered an apology while his face was buried in your hair. you nodded and pulled away before giving him a smile and pecking his cheek before you went inside.
you knew you were overreacting but his words kind of hurt. you thought back to the endless rambles that you let out on your boyfriend before slapping a palm on your forehead.
you idiot. of course he wouldn’t understand. no wonder he told you to shut up.
with a sigh, you went to your room and tried to ignore his words.
akaashi was the definition of silent but deadly. he knew that his words stung. that’s why he refrained from biting you with his words. but he wasn’t able to stop himself due to the stress of his training.
you figured that he’s finally gotten tired of your rambling about any topic that comes into your mind so you forced yourself to stay quiet.
your boyfriend, almost immediately noticed. he was a powerhouse’s starting setter. he’s supposed to be perceptive in regards to his surroundings.
so, when he noticed that you weren’t having your daily rambles the day after a new episode was released, he knew that you took his words into heart.
“how was the episode last night?” akaashi asked. you were lying down on the floor while you were scrolling down your phone, checking the latest fan theories that were produced due to last night's episode.
your head perked up, ready to rant about how beautifully executed the plot twist was before you remembered who you were talking to.
it was great! the animators brought justice to the manga panel that i was waiting to get animated! then the sound effects were just woah.
there were a lot of things you wanted to say, but you settled and smiled. “it was good.”
“ah, really?” akaashi asked, wanting you to delve into the topic better. you, on the other hand, said nothing and went back to fawning over how your co-fans connect the dots into the most ridiculous yet intriguing theories.
akaashi couldn’t help but see how your eyes shined as you smiled, rereading a certain fanfic with your favorite character on it. you slapped a hand over your mouth as you tried to stop yourself from squealing.
“what are you reading?” by this point, he knew how pathetic he sounds. akaashi was too caught up with his thoughts before that he later on realized that you were his greatest distraction from his self-loathing thoughts.
your voice filled up his ears, going straight to his mind and letting him feel the serotonin that you radiated as you ranted about your favorite series.
but now, it looked as if he was begging for your attention. you looked indifferent to akaashi’s attempt at a conversation, it was petty and you knew that.
“nothing, just a work my friend sent to me.” you said, trying to focus on the words of the selection. akaashi looked down and you thought he gave up. before you knew it, you were on his lap with his arms tight around your waist.
“akaa-”
“read to me, please?” he said, you stayed quiet. he tightened his arms around your waist, placing his forehead on your nape.
“please?” you slowly nodded your head and switched to an online book that akaashi recommended to you. you started off softly, not wanting to piss the setter off just like how you unknowingly did last time.
you finished reading a chapter before you told akaashi to let you go.
“i’m sorry, darling.” you smiled, knowing that he knew why you were quiet. he took a hold of your hand and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb in soothing circular motions.
“i was stressed and my overthinking got the better of me. i didn’t mean to tell you to shut up. quite frankly, i miss your voice. i miss how you talk my ear off with your fictional crushes even though we both know i’m better-” you smacked his arm then laughed. he gave you a smile before continuing. “and i miss how your voice occupies my mind whenever i’m in too deep. i apologize for making you insecure.”
your heart fluttered at his words, akaashi has always been quite straightforward. so, with a smile, you pecked his cheek and nuzzled closer to him.
“i’m sorry for not noticing you weren’t in the mood.” your voice was muffled by his chest, you felt him shake his head and pull you against him tighter.
“nonsense, my darling. that's still not an excuse for me to do that to you. now, how about we watch the new episode last night? i didn’t get to watch it.” akaashi knew that you were excited as you nodded and pulled away, your eyes were shining in excitement as akaashi turned his laptop on and searched for the site.
the episode started, akaashi was asking questions to which you responded with enthusiasm making akaashi smile at your mood.
this was what he almost ruined, and he couldn’t dislike himself more. but when you cuddled closer to his side and intertwined your fingers together while keeping your eyes on the series and narrating the scenes he didn’t get. he vowed to never be the reason for your eyes to lose your shine.
after the episode, the two of you cuddled and just admired each other before one of you drifted to sleep, your grip on each other still tight as you succumbed into slumber.
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end of their blue spring
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erihelion · 3 months
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introspection
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cr4yolaas · 24 hours
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in sickness and in health — akaashi keiji
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synopsis: despite your stubbornness, akaashi takes care of you when you fall ill.
tags: fluff, rdr is sick, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic
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akaashi can’t help but laugh at your grumbles beneath the blankets.
he thinks it’s silly, how you try oh so hard to convince him that you’re fine, when in reality, you haven’t left your bed since last night. and it’s already late afternoon.
when he re-enters your bedroom with soup in one hand and a mug of tea in the other, he’s greeted with a disturbingly loud coughing fit, coupled with a distressed face and weary eyes. in an instant, he rushes to your side, urging you to sit up and drink some of your tea. reluctantly, you oblige.
this time, akaashi can’t help but frown at your stubbornness.
“i can handle myself,” you complain in a raspy voice, each syllable coated with exhaustion. “i’ve always handled this by myself.”
instead of arguing, he only smiles. “i know. i’m just by your side this time.”
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luvring · 10 months
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WEDDING MOMENTS
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gn!reader | kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, ushijima hello everyone i'm back 🫶 these are more reception moments than wedding but y'know. give me a break man...
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KUROO leans in and whispers in your ear as you dance, “is it bad i want to go home and just lie in bed with you now?” “why are you whispering as if someone can hear you?” you snicker back. tetsurou shoots you a cheeky smile. “so it looks like i’m saying something romantic.” you hit his shoulder, and he only laughs before pulling you into a tight hug. you wait for him to let go before replying. “idiot. but no, it isn’t. my back and feet hurt.” he hums, and you can feel his fingers tapping your back. “do you think it’s possible for newly weds to sneak out of their own wedding reception?”
BOKUTO is walking down the aisle again as everyone disperses to talk or get ready for the reception. you walk up to him, curiosity piqued as he bends down. “what are you doing?” “huh?” he drops a few petals that he was clutching. “crap—hi, baby. i’m just, uh, picking up some of the flowers to take with us. i saw someone do it online, and i thought we could press them or put them somewhere,” he explains softly, as if a little embarrassed. your heart flutters at the thought, and you smile before reaching down yourself. “we better get some flowers, then. and a ziploc bag or something.”
AKAASHI relaxes and rests his head against yours while you watch your guests mingling and dancing. you reach for his hand and intertwine fingers. “you okay?” he nods in response and presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. “yeah, i can finally calm down and not worry about something terrible happening.” “mm, something terrible could still happen.” “love of my life, can you please give your husband a break?” keiji blows air against your skin, eliciting a laugh from you. his tone is light, and you can feel him smiling even while you apologize.
HINATA takes one of the polaroid cameras that you got for the guests. you watch as he poses and takes a picture of himself before handing it to you. “do you want me to take a selfie?” he nods with a grin. “yeah! and also sign it so i can put it in my wallet, or maybe the back of my phone?” his sentence ends as a question to himself. you get your phone so you can check your appearance before mimicking your now husband’s pose. “sho, i swear if mine is bad i want a redo,” you say. he sputters as he looks at his forming photo. “well that’s good because i definitely screwed mine up. i’m like half in the frame.”
ATSUMU’s knee bounces as the video of your relationship the both of you got done nears its end. you shoot him a look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, gaze fixed on the scene. that’s when you hear a familiar voice, but unfamiliar clip start to play. “it’s, fuck, what day is it? november 13, and i’m pretty sure i need t’look for an engagement ring,” your now husband says into the camera. you gape, shock evident across your face. atsumu’s voice is soft as he says your name. “i love you, really. and if you’re seeing this then i didn’t fuck this up, and you decided to marry me, and i’m probably ‘bout to have a heart attack,” he nervously laughs. you turn to atsumu next to you, whose face is flushed red. “don’t look at me, the video isn’t done yet.”
OSAMU keeps holding your hand, and if he isn’t holding it he’s probably thinking of doing so. you don’t mind, finding comfort in the way he rubs the back of it. you’re sitting together when he silently reaches for it again. “i’m pretty sure you’ve held my hand more today than this entire week.” osamu rolls his eyes but smiles. you stare as he gently takes hold of your ring and fidgets with it. “sorry, can’t stop thinkin’ about how we’re actually married now.” you stare at each other, and he rests his chin in his palm. with his other hand, he brings yours up to press gentle kisses against the ring and your skin. “just another excuse to stay close t’you.”
USHIJIMA looks over when you poke his shoulder, and quickly realizes you’re trying to feed him some cake. “say ahh,” you sing song. it’s a half-joke, and you don’t fully expect him to accept, but he leans forward and opens his mouth, hand underneath the fork to catch any crumbs. despite his serious expression and stature, you can't help but think he looks cute. “i know we picked this flavour, but does it taste good?” you ask. wakatoshi nods. “it was a good choice.” he gets a forkful for who you assume is himself. but instead he lifts it toward you. “do you want to try now?”
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verslxt · 7 months
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riding his abs
the praisers
as he guides your hips up and down his abs he smiles and kisses your neck "your doing amazing pretty girl". he said pressing his lips to your jaw line as you moved up and down his glistening abs. so close to your climax that you couldn't hide it anymore. "a-ahhh~ m'close" you managed out as you rode out your high on his abs now practically shining in the morning sunlight from your slick and your cum "amazing job pretty girl" he said kissing the top of your head
sugawara koshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, hinita shoyo, daichi sumawara, kenma kozume, ashai azumane, yuu nishinoya, tanaka, kita shinsuke, tadashi yamaguchi lev habia and your favs ♡
the degraders
he lands a harsh harsh smack on your ass as you ride his abs making you yelp and jump "getting off on my abs? such a fucking slut" he degrades you as you continue riding his abs. he grabs some of your ass where his large ass handprint is and gives it a small squeeze. he smiles up at you pulling your wife beater down to reveal your tits. as he latched onto one of your tits you were so close you could almost taste it "m-hm~ m s'close" you moaned out as you came on his abs riding out your high "there we go filthy slut, get off using my abs"
suna rintaro, oikawa tooru, osamu miya, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, hajime iwaizumi, kageyama tobio, aran ojiro, kei tsukishima, kuroo tetsuro, daishou suguru, and your favs ♡
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soapyakships · 1 year
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oh nooooo..
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