Reader:F Character:Rintarō Suna, Kentarō Kyōtani Rating:G Summary:Your boyfriend was a punk and since you’ve been dating so long. You wanted your own jean vest and customize it to your liking. Warning:Fluff, Punk AU Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
Suna noticed that you always played with the spikes on his vest when you sat in his lap when you hung out at the Foxhole. His baby girl in his arms while he wore his ‘battle vest’, his lips against your cheek while you played with the dull spikes that he meticulously attached to the vest.
“I should make you one.” He remarked one evening while he drove the both of you home from the clubhouse that the rest of the so-called foxes hung out in after hours.
“One what?” You asked as you looked up from your phone, your bag in your lap. Your long sleeves pushed up to reveal the tattoo of Suna’s name on your forearm. The only tattoo you had.
“A vest.” He replied, “Something you can wear to the Foxhole. I’m pretty sure Atsumu and Osamu would be impressed by it. Make you one of the guys.”
“That sounds awesome!” You chirped, “I’ve been collecting pins at all of your shows and the roller derby games. Maybe we can make patches too!” You looked giddy at the idea of your own vest.
Suna reached over and pat your thigh, “Anything you want, precious. It’s your battle vest.” And thus started the hunt for a battle vest. There were many trips to the local thrift store. Suna was very particular about the type of vest he wanted you to have, he didn’t want something flimsy and could fall apart with age. He wanted something sturdy, even a Levi’s jean jacket that you could cut the sleeves off. Eventually you two found a light denim wash jacket for a reasonable price.
Before you could pull out the thousand yen bill to pay, Suna already had enough change out on the counter to pay. You couldn’t get a word in when he said, “Just let me pay for it, it’s what a good boyfriend does.” Before he took the paper bag that held your new jacket that’ll become a vest.
And the construction of Suna’s girl’s vest began in the Foxhole. Suna bought you some paints from the dollar store to make your patches from the left over denim material from the sleeves, he found some Sharpies in drawers and you brought a hot glue gun from home and the pins you’ve been collecting.
Everyone was lingering around the Foxhole, smoking, eating a late dinner, blasting music. You were on the floor assembling your vest while Suna looked on. He fed you fries while you drew outlines of patches on leftover material.
You outlined the logo of you and Suna’s favourite band and then filled in with paint. You stuck pins on the front pockets and Suna helped you cut put the fabric of what used to be the sleeves. He didn’t want his baby girl to use sharp scissors.
“You should put a fox on it, then no fuckers will mess with ya.” Osamu suggested as he lit another cigarette, “But make it grey, then they’ll know for sure.” He winked.
Suna flipped him off, “I’m not branding my girl with your shit.”
Atsumu laughed, “Yeah, Samu, get your own girl.” Then took a bite of his sandwich.
“I’m going to make my own fox, the red fox.” You smiled, “I’ll be the red fox with my vest.”
Suna chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “Sounds good to me.” Then watched you attach the last pin on the vest. You held it up in front of his face and he said, “Perfect, put it on.”
You slipped it on your shoulders, it was a men’s jacket turned vest so it was a little baggy in some areas. But otherwise it was perfect for you and with all the deep pockets you had now, you could keep all kinds of things in them.
“I could get rid of my purse now.” Your eyes lit up, “I have so much room now!”
Suna chuckled, “Perfect. Now you got your own battle vest. You’re one of us, precious. Now c’mon, let’s take it out on the town. You guys want anything at the 7/11?”
“Bento.” Kita responded.
“You’re paying for yourself.” Suna said as he got up from the floor then helped you up to your feet, the vest still on you. He leaned in for a kiss, before Kita and Osamu threw some bills at him. He smiled at you lovingly, his punk rock girl. That had a ring to it, and as time goes on you’ll have more to add to the vest.
Kyōtani liked to think that his vest was a visual statement of his beliefs. From the dyed black denim, the weight of all the pins, to the craftsmanship of your name hand embroidered over the heart.
Whereas a lot of the crew slapped together their vests, Kyōtani took the time to learn skills to improve his. It was his most worn piece of clothing, he wanted to make sure it stood out, the way his blond hair or sharp eyeliner did. But in all honesty, it was the snake bites that made people cross the street when they saw him.
You were his baby girl, his precious little flower that he loved so much that it almost pained him. He never had a girl like you before, and since you had been dating for long enough, it was time his girl got her own vest.
“You want one, baby? A vest of your very own.” He asked one afternoon after he took you out to a cafe. He was watching you dig your fork into the strawberry shortcake you were sharing.
You looked at him, “That would be cool, but won’t it be super hard.”
He chuckled, “Thrift stores are wall to wall jeans. We could fish something out of the piles, I’ll even show you all my tricks to making it the best jacket. Don’t listen to Oikawa for tips, Iwaizumi had to help him.” He smirked a little bit.
You giggled, “I’d love my own vest, it would beat having to steal yours to look tough.”
He reached across the table and wiped some cream off your cheek, “You’re tough to begin with, the toughest princess out there.”
The following week and an adventure across the city to almost every thrift store you eventually found what you were looking for, a well fitted jean vest. Kyōtani thought you looked stunning in it and couldn’t wait to customize it to your liking.
“All you need is a needle and thread.” He took up sewing as a means to fixing his clothes to his liking, and that meant a large collection of thread. He had to thank his grandmother for all the thread and for teaching him the basics.
You soon found yourself in his bedroom, band posters everywhere, the stereo on playing the music he loved. The loud, brash lyrics and the thump of the rhythm that had him nodding his head along as he found some pins to put on the vest for you.
“Hold open your hand.” He said as he turned to you. He watched you open your hand and he placed a button of a cat in your palm. When you looked at him, he said, “It’s good luck to have your pin given by someone. C’mon, put it on.”
You took the pin, looked at it in awe as you stuck it right on the collar for all to see. Kyōtani then got the fabric paint from his desk drawer and sat with you. He kissed the side of your head and you giggled.
“I need a pencil to sketch out the kitty cat on the back.” You said as you tried to imagine how the cat would look on the back. Soon a pencil was placed in your hand and you started to sketch it out. It took a few tries before you got the shape you wanted.
You decided that unlike Kyōtani’s vest, yours was going to be more cute. His was a loud statement about politics, beliefs and ideologies, that all aligned with his punk nature. But you wanted to take a smaller approach, something that contrasted the black and white with splashes of red and blue. He had enough fabric paint to make something pretty cute.
“Can I draw something too?” He asked as he sat with you shoulder to shoulder, his ratty old sketchbook was in his lap as he watched you outline your design, “I promise it won’t be too graphic.” He was referring to there not being something like the melting skull he painted on his jacket.
“Sure, tomorrow when I work on it some more. It’s going to get late soon and I’m getting hungry.” You stretched out your back before you hunched over once more to get the paint sorted out.
Kyōtani continued to sit beside you and sketch out ideas. He kept showing you designs. One of them was a pair of cute angel wings, another was a cactus in a pot with a pastel flower coming out of it. There were many options and he noted which ones you reacted to more positively than others.
“They all look good.” You mentioned.
“Gotta find the best, only the best for my girl.” He said.
By the time you finished the sun was starting to set. He hung up the vest in the bathroom with the fan on to circulate the air better to dry it. He smiled at you as you stood in the cramped bathroom admiring your handy work.
“Good job, kitten. Final step is to put my name on it.” He winked at you.
You playfully nudged him, “We’ll see. Maybe if you’re a good puppy.” Then turned away and left the bathroom. You heard your blonde boyfriend chuckle and follow behind you to hug you from behind and kiss you on the neck.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be a good pup. Just for you, my punk rock kitten.”
HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO THEIR DICK PRINTS SHOWING AT THE BEACH.
— seijoh version.
genre: crack.
warnings: suggestive content + swearing. all characters are aged up.
— a/n: from me and @bootylikepeachy thirsting over argentina!oikawa hehe. i’m not sure if this even makes sense but if you like these and want more let me know shskskkss.
—OIKAWA TOORU; cocky as fuck! he knows his dick is pretty, so what if you can see it? will walk out of the water in slow motion, running his hand through his hair with a smirk, before strutting across the sand with his thang thangin’. would definitely wear a speedo.
—MATSUKAWA ISSEI; is actually shy about his dick print showing. he knows that motherfucker (lmao literal mother fucker, he could pull all the milfs) is huge, so he tries to wear swim shorts that are a bit longer than usual. he’s had one traumatising experience when his dick was peaking out at the bottom of his shorts and a random dog ran up to him and licked the tip. he’s never been the same since.
—HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO; is really chill about his dick print, doesn’t really care if anyone stares. in fact, he loves to traumatise mattsun and iwa, resident prudes, by jumping up and down, swinging his dick around carelessly.
—IWAIZUMI HAJIME; he struggles the most with hiding his dick print. listen, he’s a thicc boy which means thicc thighs + wet shorts = his fat dick on show for everyone. he tries to buy bigger shorts, but they’re always tight and ride up his thighs, especially when he sits down. constantly has a towel over his lap or is shifting his dick around to make it less…prominent. never really works.
—KINDAICHI YUUTAROU;healso wants his dick print to be seen. will grab it to show it off more when girls walk past. but he’s also awkward as fuck. his shorts don’t fit right, so when he bends down to pick up shells in the sand, his dick just flops out. yeah that’s one way to get the girls’ attention.
—KUNIMI AKIRA; he doesn’t really like the beach in general, so oikawa lends him a spare speedo since he doesn’t own swimwear. swimming in the sea is a no, so he takes to laying out on the sand - will most likely nap. the boys clown him and build a mermaid tail that unsurprisingly doesn’t cover his bulge, yet when he wakes up and looks down he just shrugs and goes back to sleep. too bad he doesn’t notice the seagulls eyeing him up.
—KYOUTANI KENTAROU; him and his dick are a fucking menace at the beach. another who has his dick peaking out the bottom of his shorts, but he lives for the surprised gasps of everyone around him when the sunlight catches the glint of his pretty prince albert piercing. his print also looks a bit odd from the frenum ladder running along his shaft (what can i say, ceo of piercing his dick). is also the type to be like, “the fuck are you staring at?”
