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⤷ ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟘. 𝟘 𝟘 —in which reader and Makki are stupid

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BABY FEVER PART 2 HUH 🤧🤧 alright, lets dive in y’all. Also, side note, I am sooooo soft for Akaashi’s inferiority complex. I just wanna hold his hand and tell him he’s perfect.

Also, Tsukki kinda got angsty??? I m sorry.

Bokuto;

This nut has baby fever with you

That baby radar we talked about last time—you both had it.

You can bet there’s a competition of who saw the cuter baby at the grocery store when the two of you go.

Though, no one ever wins because they’re all fckn cute.

You’re a little bit worse off than Bokuto though, in the sense that you won’t stop mentioning “when” you guys have kids versus “if”

And it’s kinda doing lots of funny things to him

Especially if you guys have friends over that have kids.

If you’re nowhere to be found, you can bet that you’re in the backyard playing tag or hide and seek.

H o l d I n g t h e m.

Friends who have babies are especially allowed over, just so you can hold them.

And feed them.

Oh my god, the way their eyes open?? So full of love and wonder??

Your weakness #7.

And Bokuto weakness #41—seeing you feed and hold a newborn

Never in his LIFE has the owl seen you look so happy and loving and glowing.

Not even on your guys’ wedding day.

You did but whatever, Bo.

Wait who’s got baby fever? You? Or Bo?

Both. Both is good.

But, Bokuto being him, he kinda starts to worry about the fact that you haven’t even brought up having kids.

Like y’all have been married for a year

This is what married couples do, right? No

So he’s in emo mode, but this is a whole different kind of dramatic.

He’s so serious and blunt and it’s kinda scary.

“[name], do you even want to have kids with me?”

ASSFGHJKL

“Bo, please tell me you didn’t just ask me that.”

But you can tell by the way his pupils his shrink yet his eyes become wider than the moon—he’s hopeful.

“Koutarou, I’ve literally been saying for the last four years, when we have kids. It’s kind of a given.”

“...can we get started then?”

Akaashi;

Akaashi gets soooo flustered when you start talking babies.

Because no matter how many different ways he looks at it, he thinks he’s not ready.

Especially when your newborn nephew gets dropped off for baby sitting.

How are you such a natural with kids?

Akaashi pretends not to notice the soft spoken voice you use for the baby.

Or the way it looks so natural, so right, to see you balancing him on your hip while you warm up a bottle.

He learned you’re also a co-sleeper and jump at the opportunity to nap with your nephew

It’s hard image for Akaashi to force out of his mind

But he can’t help but wonder if you’d do the same with your kids.

Then he starts panicking a little because he.’s falling down the rabbit hole of thinking he wouldn’t be a good dad.

Even more so when you bring up wanting to have a family with him.

Apparently you were prepared to just forego the entire idea of marriage and skip straight to family

Akaashi can and will freak out about that at another time.

“Shouldn’t we wait? Until we’re ready?”

“I am ready, Akaashi. But something tells me that you aren’t.”

“...I don’t wanna mess up.”

Akaashi isn’t very vocal when it comes to his insecurities—it came with the territory of handling Bokuto for a couple years.

So when he’s sharing them with you, you naturally jump into overprotective mom girlfriend mode.

“Akaashi, I wouldn’t want to have kids with you if I didn’t think you’d be a good dad.”

Did I mention he’s got a bit of a praise kink?

Cause that just went straight from his ears to his dick.

Kuroo;

Being married to Kuroo Tetsurou comes with a warning label.

One you had to recite as a vow.

“I will not bring up children until I am ready.”

You always thought it was a little weird when he asked you include something along those lines.

And, after a year, you sometimes forget your vow. You’re only human.

What else is human is this ADORABLE toddler in the car next to you guys at a stoplight who won’t stop waving at you.

“Aw, Tetsu look! Say hi!” The former captain’s eyes narrow questioningly, but he doesn’t say anything yet.

It only gets worse from here on out.

Why do kids like waving at you? Idk, but it happens pretty frequently.

Like when the two of you go out to eat and a baby in their high chair stops throwing their food on the ground, just to smile and babble as they look at you.

It makes you soft.

And, considering you’re sitting right in front of him, Kuroo sees the way your eyes become three shades lighter with every interaction.

“Remember your vow, baby.” He grits out, though the strain goes entirely over your head.

“Why did you make me say that anyway?” Kuroo never explained why—only begged that you included it.

“Cause once we start having kids, we aren’t stopping until you physically can’t anymore.”

Oh.

OH.

“Hey, Tetsu?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we start when we get home?”

Tsukishima;

If you expected all of these to be happy hcs, I hate to disappoint.

But Tsukki wants to strangle you when you bring up kids.

He’s brought it up so many times that he does not want kids.

No matter how many times you fawn over your friends’ children.

Or how much you splurge on gifts when you have to attend a baby shower.

That last one in particular especially made him want to fight you.

You will tease and joke over and over how much you just want him to impregnate you.

“[name], no.”

“Come on, Tsukki. You’d be such a hot dad!”

He’s not gonna deny that.

But he is definitely going to deny impregnating you.

Unfortunately, this is a recurring argument for the two of you.

To the point where you feel a little empty every time you hear once of your old friend’s just introduced another family member.

And Tsukki knows it’s wearing down heavily on you.

To where you almost aren’t really yourself anymore.

“I’m not agreeing to this,” he says one day when he finally sits you down, “but give me some time to...mentally prepare for being a family.”

“N-no, I’m okay, you don’t—“

“No, you aren’t. I miss you, [name]. And if this is what it takes to get you back, then I have to try.”

Ushijima;

Let’s be real—Ushi kinda dense.

So honestly, don’t expect him to pick up or understand the excitement you have when you see a baby

Or fawn over receiving wedding invites because someone still hasn’t popped the question.

I’m not pointing any fingers. Wakatoshi.

N e way. You’re not as eager for a baby as some. Or at least, you’re not as transparent about it.

Yes seeing little babies napping in their stroller sends your ovaries in a frenzy

Or seeing or hearing a baby cry in public forces your maternal instinct to go into overdrive.

But you were good! Really!

At least that’s what Toshi thinks

Until he overhears you on the phone with someone after getting home from work. Your mother, apparently.

“No, mom, he hasn’t proposed. Yes, I know we’ve been together for the better half of a decade, thanks for reminding me. No, you aren’t going to have any grandkids anytime soon.”

Oh. Was...was he doing something wrong?

“I should go, Toshi’s gonna be home soon.”

As soon as you open your bedroom door, you’re met with your stone-faced partner who was standing close enough that, if the door were still closed, he would have been pressed up against it.

“Are you upset with me?”

“Wha—no! No, you know how my mom gets...”

Ushijima may be a little dense, but he is at least somewhat aware enough to know when you’re lying.

“Let’s talk.” Not allowing you to escape, his large hands plant themselves on your shoulders just as firmly as his voice, leading the two of you to sit on the edge of the bed. “Is that what you want? A marriage? A family?”

“Of course, Toshi, I love you. We’ve been together for seven years—“

“Whatever you want, I will do for you.”

Tendou;

You had always told Tendou you didn’t want kids any time soon.

And he’s totally okay with—gives you two the chance to be just that.

So you both agreed to you going on birth control. IUD specifically, just so you didn’t have to worry about anything for a few years at a time.

Nothing to worry about!

Except seeing your best friend hold her newborn is doing funny things to you

And your other BFF just found out she’s pregnant

Now they’re both kinda just expecting you to follow in line

“You guys know I’m not ready.”

But they see just how tender you are with the newborn

Or how you’re very involved with the pregnant one, constantly asking her questions of what she’s feeling and how excited she is to be a mom

They know you too well—you’re already entertaining the idea.

So while you and Tendou are laying on the couch together, you try to nonchalantly bring it up. Try.

“How would you feel if I didn’t replace the IUD this time around? Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

Tendou’s typically bemused face perks up. “Oh? Making plans without me?”

“Wha—no! I’m just asking a question!”

“Mm, okay,” though his tone is light, there’s a bit of a teasing drawl, “then, hypothetically speaking, I would try to convince you to finally let me get you pregnant.”

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⤷ ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟝.𝟘𝟘—the blinky thing

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Language, TW: questionably toxic behavior, soft Oikawa

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𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖:

Cuddling. Is that what the kids call it these days? 💀 just kidding, here have some soft scenarios.

Tanaka;

The first time he wakes up to you the night after, he thinks he’s dreaming.

Because there is no way the girl of his dreams is in his bed, resting on his arm, still asleep.

Dream or not, Tanaka is going to take advantage of every second.

Trying not to wake you, he wraps his arms just a little bit tighter, his nose buried in your hair. You smell like coconut.

With arms cradling your head and one leg wrapped around you, Tanaka basks in moment.

Your head peaks up just a little bit so that you’re met with his chin. “Morning to you too, ‘Naka.”

“Shit, did I wake you?” The volume in his voice just rises ever so slightly in panic. He was going to wake up right now, wasn’t he?

“Mm, yeah,” you mumbled out sleepily as you throw an arm over his waist and pull him closer. “That’s okay.” He’s still wondering why you were at his house. In his bed. Cuddling with him when it was very obvious you slept over.

How drunk did the two of you get last night??

“Did we...?” He asks cautiously, unable to recall last nights events.

“You told me you loved me last night. That you have since high school.”

A part of him was mad that he doesn’t remember this.

But another part is just relieved that you’re still there with him.

You feel his hesitance, among other emotions, in the way his muscles tense under your touch.

“Ryuu, relax. I’m here now, that’s all that matters.”

Nishinoya;

Noya feels a pain in his back when he wakes up, realizing the two of you fell asleep on the couch the previous evening.

It’s a Sunday morning, neither of you two have anything else to do today.

You were asleep on his chest, your body in between his legs with his arms draped over your shoulders. It still amazed him that for the last two years, he got to wake up with you in his arms.

Nishinoya subconsciously brings one hand into hair, nails delicately dragging along your scalp just because he knows you love having your hair played with.

You press your ear a little bit harder into his chest, a sign that you’re waking up, making Noya smile.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He says softly, knowing that once you’re awake, there’s little chance of you falling back asleep.

“Why are we on the couch?” Is the first question that leaves your lips as you adjust yourself to look at Yuu.

“Must have fell asleep watching a movie last night.” His hair was down. You always loved his hair before he styled and gelled it into its usual shape.

Accepting his answer, you snuggled into his chest further, both of your legs sprawled out on the large sectional. “Love you, Nishi.” Is all you mumbled out as you squeeze him just a bit tighter.

Kageyama;

Between the two of you, you’re always the one to wake up first.

Every morning before you start your day, you prop your back up with your pillows, while sleepy Tobio curls himself around your stomach.

As you scroll through your phone, you subconsciously rake your nails gently up and down his back, coaxing him to enjoy his sleep.

Despite how everyone else viewed the king of the court, this man needs cuddles as he’s falling asleep, in his sleep, and when he wakes up.

And he always had to be the “little spoon” in the sense that you were the one that had your arms around him.

Unless you were actually spooning, because he does love wrapping himself around you.

Your fingers gingerly trail up his spine into his messy bed head, trying to carefully comb out any knots that may have formed overnight.

Tobio places a soft kiss on your bare stomach, a sign that he’s awake now, before reaching for your hand that’s in his hair.

Ooop, this one stumbled into my main inbox. So if you requested this one, you won’t get a notification that it’s been answered cause it’s going to be left unanswered. But uh anyways. 😎😎😎

Warnings: squirting, overstimulation, uh. Anal play.

Kenma;

Literally thinks you’re broken the first time it happens.

Especially by the way you’re screaming and crying and writhing like you’re in pain, he wants to stop.

But you’re begging him to keep going until your orgasm literally soaks his entire hand.

“Holy shit, do that again.” Poor, tomato faced Kenma. He can’t imagine it feels that good, but it makes you happy, soooo

In the rare moments that the two of you are intimate, he does make it a point to try to get you to squirt.

To the point Kenma has figured out all the right buttons to push and can get you to do it every. Single. Time.

Even to the point where your sheets are a complete and utter mess.

He’s quite proud of himself.

If Kenma is feeling especially giving, he edges himself by pounding the daylights out of you until you’re sobbing

Before pulling out of you and replacing his cock with three fingers and jamming them to push on your g-spot while his other hand attacking your clit with breakneck speed.

The minute you’re releasing all over him—lather, rinse, and repeat until you’re literally numb from over stimulation.

At some point he doesn’t even care if he cums (ok he does but), he’d rather see you bawling from how fucking good he’s making you feel.

Lev;

I’mma say this rn.

Lev’s got a monster cock.

To point where no matter how wet you are, that shit’s gonna hurt in the best way possible going in.

And every time, without fail, he slips in and s l o w l y stretches out your walls, the ridges and veins in his cock just dig into your pressure points

Annnnd ya squirt around his cock. Just a lil bit.

But Lev is all for cause not only are you squeezing his dick like a vice but the extra lubrication grants him the mobility to fuck you into the mattress

Or the floor

The wall

The washing machine

The kitchen counter

Lev will literally fuck you on any and every surface he can cause goddamn

Does prefer a place where you’re not on an absorbing surfacing—beds, carpets, etc.

Just so he can literally fuck every fluid out of your body without having to stress over clean up.

It’s not difficult; you’re sensitive and Lev just hits all the right notes without even really trying.

Kuroo;

This sloppy mother fucker.

You two are not done screwing until you have literally squirted all over Kuroo’s face, hands, and cock.

It is the single most hottest thing to him to have his nose right at your clit with his tongue lapping at your labia and he’s got two fingers ramming themselves in your pussy, digging for gold.

Sometimes a little extra help with his pinky in your ass, depending on your mood and preference.

The combination of his fingers hitting your g-spot and his teeth and tongue alternating between torturing your clit gets you off every time.

When he’s finally quenched his thirst, Kuroo is absolutely relentless.

He wants to see you gush over him like a geyser and he will do everything in his power at the moment to contribute to the mess he strives for on his sheets.

His favorite position thus far is fucking you from behind, nearly folded in have while he slams into you a few times before pulling out and giving your cunt the same finger/mouth combo that he did just moments ago.

⤷ ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟝.𝟝𝟘—chasing ghosts

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Language, TW: questionably toxic behavior, allusions to yn smoking

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⤷ ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟜.𝟝𝟘—don’t condone adultery

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Language, Makki gets a lil sappy, remember dark mode is in Makki’s POV.

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Sequel to Two Little Lines pt.1! If you haven’t read it, that can be found here. Enjoy!

Kenma;

Kenma had never put much stock into preferring a gender for his child.

Sure, people would say things along the lines like “boys are much easier when they grow up” or “girls cry way less”.

Stupid things that were far from fact.

But when Kenma meets his daughter for the first time he wonders if he would have loved the baby as much if she were a boy

Ofc he would but he’s a teensy bit emotional right now.

After all the struggle the two of you faced with conception, it was a miracle for both of you to be holding your baby girl.

10/10 Kenma would name your baby Hope—the Japanese equivalent would be Nozumu. You don’t have to roll with it but.

Kenma isn’t exaggerating when he says that his daughter is perfect.

Hardly cries, typically sleeps through the night, etc.

Yes they exist, I promise.

Kenma is actually the one to get up, if he isn’t already, if his daughter cries in the middle of the night. After soothing her, Kenma rocks her in her bassinet with his foot while playing video games.

Unless Kenma has meetings or anything that demands his presence, he stays home that way you can catch a break and pick up the house or return back to work, whatever you decide, Kenma is here for it.

Because of this, Kenma gets to present for all of the firsts—

First time she sits up, first crawl, first clap.

Kenma’s second favorite was the first time his daughter ever booped his nose, because boop was also her first word.

But his all time favorite was the Tuesday in the middle of August when he sat his little one in her high chair for breakfast. Her grubby little hands intermittently squeezing at nothing, reaching for Kenma.

When he came closer, his daughter poked his nose before saying, “boop dada.”

Kenma cried.

Kuroo;

The only world that could have possibly encompassed the feeling Kuroo felt when he met his daughter for the first time was princess.

From the first time he held her, she was his little princess—his whole world, already, after only knowing her for .367 seconds.

Kuroo’s parenting persona—the one that he uses to talk to his daughter, or his baby voice—is permanently on at this point.

Except when he’s lowkey trying to make another one because he loves his daughter so much that he wants more.

Kuroo is so in love with parenthood that he doesn’t mind that she’s a bit of a crier.

Your guys’ daughter would wake up every few hours in the middle of the night. Typically the two of you would take turns but as sleepless nights went on and you learned she wasn’t hungry, you surrendered wake up duty to Kuroo

Because apparently your daughter just really wanted her dad. But if she was hungry, he’d wake you up because we all know Kuroo can’t breastfeed.

Eventually, Kuroo has to go back to work, much to his dismay. And since you’re still on maternity leave, it’s just you and the baby 🥰

Though Kuroo is adamant on FaceTime calls during his breaks just so that he can see the both of you.

He may not be present, but he’s gotten to see her first steps and even her first words.

She’s actually quite the proficient talker like father like daughter

“Come on, princess, say ‘dada’” Kuroo tried every single night that he got home to finally get her to say his name.

It was kinda breaking his spirit a little.

“Koma” was apparently for uncle Kenma, and “Bo” was for uncle Bokuto.

He would go at this all night every night until he finally, finally, heard her say it.

“Actually, babe, I think she said ‘dabo’”

“You know what, that’s close enough.”

Akaashi;

Your daughter, despite being a pudgy ball of flesh at the moment, already looks like the perfect amalgam of the two of you and Akaashi was in love with her.

Akaashi secretly wanted a boy.

But, potential future aside, you and Akaashi adjusts to your life with your little one.

It was difficult since both of you couldn’t seem to get her on a regular sleep schedule or it would be time to feed her and she wouldn’t latch on or eat a full meal

Apparently she was a little trickster too, or just a brat depending on how you looked at it, since she would always want the other parent. Meaning that if you were holding her, she wanted Akaashi and vice versa.

However, the two of you tackled this by just doing everything together until she grows out of the habit.

As the days go on, you and Akaashi continue to watch your beautiful baby girl grow.

She’s still learning to walk and talk, but at least she has mama down.

Akaashi is sitting with your little one in the living room, watching Doc McStuffins, trying time get her to finally say “dada” while you’re making dinner.

Her voice comes out in squishy warbles, but she finally is able to form the sylablles to utter out “dada”

Akaashi is over the moon with excitement—eyes wide and jaw shattering through the carpet of the living room with how open it is.

“HONEY SHE SAID IT!”

Holding a wooden spoon over in one of your hands, you peak into the living room.

“Come on, sweetie. Say, dada.”

“Mama.”

You believe him, but you can’t help but laugh at the mortified, crestfallen expression that’s now replaced his features before returning to the stove.

“Say dada, princess.”

“Dada.”

It clicked.

Your daughter was an asshole—

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