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sluttsumu · 7 months

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THEIR FAV SLUTTY COSTUMES

.ೃ࿐ feat. various characters (haikyuu, bllk, jjk)

in which: halloween is the one night a year a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girl can say anything about it.

warnings: 18+ mdni, mature themes, mentions of: knifeplay, corruption if you blink really fast

.ೃ࿐ ki’s note: here’s my surprise bonus for my kinktober! headcannons are very close to my heart so i had to make something sexy for one of my fav “holidays”.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ kinktober masterlist ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ THE PLAYBOY BUNNY

listen…it’s a fucking classic and you look so sexy. the ears, the corseted bodysuit, the bow tie, it’s all just a turn on and he can’t wait to take it off of you when you get home. it’s unbearable, he’s been teasing you with that stupid little nickname all night, “c’mon bunnie, let’s have some fun..”

— GOJO ( he’s hugh hefner), geto, kuroo, atsumu, shidou, bachira

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ A BARBIE DOLL

what a doll! you look absolute perfect. pretty hair, pretty clothes, pretty pussy, he knows that he has the prettiest girl in the party hands down. whether your a natural blonde or not (613 included) he wants to tug on those goldie locks tonight from the back if you’ll let him.

— miya twins (atsumu is literally ken) , iwaizumi, SUNA, itoshi brothers, kaiser, gojo again because he’s ken pt 2, bokuto

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ MRS. GHOSTFACE

oh you wanna play psycho killer? he’ll gladly be your helpless victim. bonus points if you wear fishnets while you ride him with a knife to his throat. he’s not sure if he wants to cum or die but either at your hands is acceptable.

— suna, kageyama, MEGUMI, nagi, kunigami, rin

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ CAT(WOMAN)

he’s busting out of the fucking seems seeing you in this full latex bodysuit and mask, this whole sexy dominatrix looks really suits you. you’re on the prowl kitty, (into his pants he hopes). bonus if you have stiletto nails that can claw at his back.

— NANAMI, choso, barou, KUROO DUH, kita too

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ AN ANGEL

look at you, innocent little thing in all white. though dressed as a symbol of purity his thoughts are rather…unholy. he just wants to taint you, colour you red. he’s most definitely wearing a devil costume, making to two of you a very sinful duo.

— suna, OSAMU, kenma, SHIDOU, kaiser, YUJI, akaashi, oikawa

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luvindrr · 20 days

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Kenma is harassed into getting his nails done

kenma kozume x fem!reader | fluff | 773 words c/w: skinny shaming (briefly, once)

It’s a weird building, Kenma thinks, as he pulls into the parking lot. Enormous arched glass on a too-pink wall. It hurts his eyes. The entire street does; it’s all so Barbie-like.

He finds the inside is just as pink when he enters. “Time of appointment?”

“Uh, no, I’m just here for my girlfriend.” Where are you? It smells like alcohol in here. Maybe he should just text-

“Kenma!” His eyes whip towards you, as every other set of eyes whip towards him.

“Your boyfriend?” “He’s very pretty.”

“Very pretty.”

“Like a girl.”

Kenma feels himself go rigid. It feels like a family dinner, where every aunt is scrutinizing his long blonde hair. He points backwards with his thumb. “I’ll just uh- wait outside.” Fuck. Why is he so awkward? This is pathetic.

“You sure? I think I’ll be here for another half hour-”

“PICK A COLOUR! PICK A COLOUR!” Cardstock flurries in his face, and he instinctively stumbles backwards. The sheets are shoved into his arms- some land on the floor- and pushy hands are now ushering him into a chair. “Uh, no, actually, I’m just here for my girl-” He’s shoved into a seat- a very plushy one- before it rams into a table, lurching him forwards slightly. He whips up. Are middle-aged women supposed to be this intimidating?

“I’m- uh, I’ll just-”

“Pick a colour.” The sheer intensity of her glare shuts him up.

Fuck, are you laughing?

“Pick a colour, Kenma!” He whips around, affronted. “We can be matching!”

Kenma looks down at your nails-in-progress. Stickered. Sparkly. Kuroo would never let him live it down. “I don’t think I want that.” You smirk, and he knows you know exactly what he’s thinking.

“You have a My Melody keychain.”

He looks down at his hands, still holding his keys. They certainly are adorned with an obnoxious My Melody plush. You won it at an arcade, but couldn’t fit it on your own keys.

“Oh! You should get Pompompurin. He’s yellow, like you.”

“COLOUR!” He snaps back to the woman in front of him, somehow more irritated and somehow more frightening. He cowers. “PICK A COLOUR!”

Is this normal treatment? Is he paying for you to get your nails done or to be harassed and accosted? Because if this is normal he’s not sure he wants you coming to this place anymore-

“Kenma.” Your familiar scent drifts over him, releasing the tension he didn’t know was there. “You can get something simple. What about this?” You pull out a picture on your phone, but he doesn’t really see it, not when he's resting his head on you behind him. “Whatever you think.” Is that a mistake? Will he regret that later?

Thankfully, he doesn’t see the usual devilish smirk on your face, which surely means you’ve taken pity on him. He stares daggers as you walk away, willing you to come back. Why are you ditching him at the boss level? You’re supposed to be a team; this is supposed to be a two-player game.

“Your hands are pretty! Long fingers!”

“Good nail shape. Very healthy.”

“Too soft. You don’t work?”

When did the crowd spawn? And how the fuck did he get roped into this?

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The next half hour is a blur. Somehow, he weathered the scrutiny of the mob (“too skinny”, “why blonde?”), paid some ungodly sum, and escaped that Barbie dollhouse hell. Fuck. It’s getting dark. He was going to treat you to boba but the shops are closing so he can’t do that. The shops wouldn’t be closed if your appointment wasn’t pushed back- and your appointment wouldn’t have been pushed if that one rude customer hadn’t been late. What’s up with late people anyway? Fuck them. This is why he became a streamer- so he doesn’t have to deal with people. Now he has to drive in the dark- he hates driving in the dark- he’d fucking die if he crashed the car and you flung out the windshield and paralyzed yourself. He’s not going to be responsible for making his girlfriend a paraplegic-

“Kenma. Your face is weird again.”

He’s never treating you to boba again-

“C’mere; I want a picture.” Kenma lets you manipulate his hand into frame, holding yours when you let him. They’re pretty, your nails. They always are, but this time they’re sparkly, catching the light at every turn. His aren’t bad, either. A simple four-point star in the corner of each. And a Pompompurin sticker on one. It’s cute, actually. They’re nice.

“Okay, let’s go.”

He looks back up to the sun. Probably not too late for boba after all.

masterlist

#kenma x reader #kenma fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #nekoma #nekoma x reader #nekoma fluff #kenma #kenma kozume #haikyuu imagines

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attsumu · 1 year

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ᥫ᭡ HOMESICK

Summary: In which Tetsurō Kuroo is deprived from his lover and is suffering the effects of being away from you.

Kuroo + GN! Reader / fluff

Tetsurō Kuroo, normally energetic and loud was rather the opposite. He was irritable, quiet, and kept to himself for most of the day. Those who don’t know him that well would assume that he woke up on the wrong side of the bed which is far from the truth. However, Kenma knows that he’s not deprived of sleep but deprived of his lover instead.

It’s been three weeks.

The trip was only supposed to be for a week but delays kept occurring, thinning out his patience.

Three weeks since Kenma and him had to leave Japan for a business trip and he can’t find himself enjoying the views in a different country when you’re not by his side. Especially when the two of you talked about going on a vacation, just the two of you, alone. The thought of it makes Kuroo sigh, staring out the balcony as Kenma rolled his eyes once more.

Of course Kuroo would call you almost everyday, but he can’t help but feel tenser without holding you in some way. He felt as if his social battery died and being in the comfort of your arms would make him feel alright again. He feels out of it, but for the sake of his company and job he hides it pretty well.

However, when he returns back to the hotel he and Kenma rest aside in, he melts into the bed holding a pillow. Kenma found it astonishing that you had an effect on him like that, so he took pictures to send to you and make fun of him later.

When it was finally time to return home he was ecstatic. He couldn’t shut up about you to Kuroo when they were on their way home, fiddling with his fingers as he went on and on about you which was something he tenses to do when he was really passionate about something, in this case someone.

“I feel so nervous to see them Kenma, it feels like I have a crush on them all over again”

or “I can’t wait to see Y/n again, do you think they’ll like these souvenirs I got them?”

along with the lines of “Kenma? (country name) would be a good place for honeymoon right?”

What Kuroo didn’t expect was that you were waiting for him at the airport. He expected you to be at home, but the minute he got off the plane his eyes landed on you, the one person who stands out to him the most. A smile immediately breaks out as he jogs towards you.

“Oh god I missed you so much baby,” Kuroo said, wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his head in your neck, planting kisses all over your neck before trailing to your lips.

“I know you do Tetsu, Kenma sent me pictures,” you laughed, earning a glare from Kuroo who’s face quickly melted into the palm of your hands as you kissed him softly.

“But for the record, I missed you too” you smiled, which caused Kuroo’s heartbeat to fasten.

Growing up, Kuroo always thought home was just a place but you made him realize it could also be a person. You are his home, someone he misses no matter how far he goes which makes coming back to you twice as sweet.

#kuroo headcanons #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x gn reader #haikyuu x gn!reader

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seijorhi · 3 months

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Etched in Red: Ruby (Part One)

Event Masterlist

Hinata Shoyo x female reader

Part Two

w.c 1.3k

tw: stalking, yandere themes, implied dub/non-con.

“I… have to go,” Kenma sighs. “Bye, Shoyo.” The last part’s tacked on like an afterthought, his attention already drawn over his shoulder, fixed on something Hinata can’t see. The source, no doubt, of those two loud thumps.

Hinata doesn’t bother hiding his smile, signing off with a wave. It’s not the first time their video chats have ended this way, he’d wager it won’t be the last. Come to think of it, he had mentioned something about a stray a few weeks back. Maybe…

He shakes himself free of the thought, glancing down at the time on his open laptop and– shit. He’s gonna be late.

It takes all of fifteen minutes for him to throw on some half decent clothes and bike across town. These days, with the sponsorships and all, he doesn’t have to work so hard, riding over town delivering food all night.

He doesn’t have to, but he chooses to.

On Friday nights, at least. Usually around six-thirty. He waits on the sidewalk, flicking through the app, declining, declining, declining, until he spots an all too familiar order. His face lights up.

Accept.

Being that he’s already parked out front of the restaurant, it means he’s got a little time to kill, but that’s cool, too. The staff know him by name, share knowing, vaguely amused looks when he pokes a head in to see where everything’s at.

“Won’t be long, Shoyo,” one of them tells him, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he walks on by. They never actually ask which order he’s there to pick up.

And it’s habit, more than anything else, that has him checking said order when it’s called. Normally, a quick glance is all it needs, but… his smile fades, head tilting a little. There’s too much food. Almost twice the usual.

The girl at the counter shrugs before he can even ask. “That’s the order we got. Girl’s probably got a friend coming for dinner.” Her eyebrows waggle, telling Hinata exactly what kind of friend she’s thinking of. “Either that or she’s real hungry.”

A wave of unpleasantness creeps under his skin, his insides twisting. He thanks her all the same, quick to bundle the food in the carry case and settle on his bike. By now, he knows the route like the back of his hand, he’s ridden it so often. He could do it blindfolded, in the dark–

… Were you having friends over?

You don’t usually, not on Fridays. Sometimes you come back to the apartment tipsy and late, but you haven’t ever brought anyone back with you – aside from that one time, with the tall, loud girl who wouldn’t stop trying to drag you into impromptu karaoke. He’s never seen anyone else though. You’re like him, aren’t you? A creature of habit, routine. Six-thirty every Friday, the same order.

Is it the tall girl again? Another of your girlfriends?

Someone… else?

That uncomfortable feeling returns. Would it make a difference if it really was just a friend?

Before he knows it, Hinata’s out the front of your apartment, heart thudding away like his chest’s full of lead. Normally, you’re already there on the steps, waiting for him, because he knows you watch the tracking app like a hawk, because that’s what you do. That’s the routine – your routine; six-thirty, Friday night, you and him, on these steps. It’s his.

Hinata doesn’t realise his hands are shaking until he goes to grab your food.

“Shoyo?”

He whirls, expression bright. There you are. Lovely and beautiful in the golden light of dusk, smiling back at him like nothing’s wrong. The sight alone should ease the static beneath his skin, loosen the knots in his stomach, but it doesn’t. His smile feels too tight, his cheeks aching with it.

Who are you having dinner with?

He doesn’t realise he’s actually spoken the words aloud until you blink at him, offering a somewhat sheepish reply. “Oh, you noticed that, did you?” How could he not? “A friend from back home. She’s staying with me for a few days, and since I apparently never shut up about this place, and it is a Friday night tradition…” you trail off, shrugging easily. “Here we are.”

Right. A friend from back home. Robotically his arm jerks forward, holding out the food for you to take.

“Thanks for this,” you continue, blissfully unaware of the absolute, chaotic mess currently wreaking havoc inside of him. “It’s kinda weird, right, how you’re always the one picking up the order? They should really just cut out the middleman and hire you on retainer.” You’re joking, of course, the giggle tells him that much, and Hinata forces himself to chuckle along with you.

“Same time next week, then?”

Do you hear the same faint tinge of desperation he does? He really, really hopes not.

“You betcha,” you shoot back with a wink that seizes his heart with an invisible fist, already turning to make your way back inside to the warmth of your apartment. To the friend from back home who’s no doubt waiting for you.

From up above, a shadow moves across the window he knows is yours.

Not a date, Hinata reminds himself, just some nameless, faceless girl she used to know. One who’ll be gone soon enough. Back home, away from you.

Honestly, it should be a relief.

So why does it feel like his blood’s about to boil? Like the floor just opened up beneath him and everything’s falling apart? Standing on the sidewalk, hands flexed at his sides, his breath comes out in short, choppy pants.

On wooden legs, he stumbles back to his bike. Kicks a leg over the frame and settles himself down, hands wrapped around the handlebars in a white knuckled grip. And still, he doesn’t move.

He can’t even think over the deafening roar in his head.

This – Fridays – they’re his. Yours, yes, but his, too. And this girl, she’s… she’s intruding. She doesn’t belong. She shouldn’t be there.

And if she’s up there, what’s to stop others from stealing as well?

Across the street, there’s a sudden banging noise, and Hinata turns just in time to see a scrawny looking tabby dart through the mouth of an alleyway. A stray.

For a while, longer than he’d probably like to admit, Hinata stares after it, his brain ticking over.

With one last, lingering glance up at your window, he huffs out a sigh and pushes off.

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One thing Hinata learned during his stint as a delivery driver is that if you buzz the wrong apartment and someone’s home, more often than not they’ll let you in anyway.

It’s only Wednesday. He’d been good, waited the four agonising nights while your friend took up space in your apartment. But she left today, and Hinata knows you, knows that you’re probably exhausted from having to put up with her, that you don’t have any plans tonight other than curling up on your couch and watching TV.

You won’t mind him showing up instead, even if he maybe – probably – should’ve waited ‘til Friday.

The food he’s got isn’t from your favourite restaurant, either, it’s from his, and he’s pretty confident you’re gonna love it. He brought flowers, too. Just in case.

Excitement thrums through his veins, jittery and bright, and, unable to help himself, he bounces on his toes.

You answer the door wearing pyjama shorts and an worn, faded tee and Hinata beams because you’ve never looked prettier, even when that cute little crinkle scrunches between your eyebrows, “Shoyo, what–”

Right now, he’s supposed to say something charming, or funny, maybe. Something to smooth out the confused expression he doesn’t wanna call a frown. He should be a gentleman – he got the flowers and the food, he even went out and bought the fancy, expensive cologne Heitor recommended because Nice goes nuts for it.

There was a plan. Or, sort of a plan.

It didn’t involve him dropping the flowers and the food on the floor, lurching forward like a man possessed to haul you into a scorching, life-altering kiss, pushing you back into your apartment and kicking the door shut behind him, but holy shit–

It absolutely should’ve.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere hinata shoyo #yandere hinata shoyo x reader #etched in red #yandere hinata #yandere hinata x reader #tw: dubcon

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carleycore · 1 year

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When they insult you(Kenma and Oikawa)

A/N this blog is so weird- It’s like 400 styles in one.

Genre: Angst (it’s not SUPER bad- I can write a part two as comfort if y’all would like that)

Warnings: Insults obvi, pregnant reader(oikawa)

Part two

(not having a job)

Being with Kenma is wonderful. He never looks at other girls, fights you, and always is there to support and love you, so of course you did the same.

You’ve been dating him since high-school so you were there for him through his volleyball days all the way to his billionaire status. Naturally, you both loved and were there for each other unconditionally, so it was no surprise when he got down on one knee and proposed.

Currently the two of you were in the process of wedding planning which was super fun, but stressful as hell.

Kenma made enough money from streaming and his business and he loved to stream. So he was still working when he really didn’t need to.

You’d quit your job to focus on the planning and all had been going well.

Now the week was two months away and all you had left was the finishing touches.

All of the major stuff was done, and now all you had to do was plan the little things. Little things that would’ve been really helpful to have your fiancé's input on, so you opened his door slowly to see if he was streaming, which he was, but he was in the middle of a break.

“Hey baby,” you smiled, walking over to sit on his lap, “are you busy right now?”

You couldn’t tell when you walked in, but he seemed pissed off.

“I’ve been streaming for four hours. All I want is a break, what do you want?” He responded harshly.

“Just turn off the stream, I wanna talk about wedding stuff,” you bargained.

“One of us has to work, Y/N. I know it’s fun to just lounge around on the couch and pick flowers but I have a real job. A job I need to support you and this lavish wedding you want.”

After hearing this, you simply got up and left the room. If that was truly how he felt, so be it. There didn’t have to be a wedding after all.

Going into a guest room and slamming the door, you instantly started applying for jobs. Kenma knew you were waiting until you finished college to get a job again, and that he’d support you through getting your masters degree. But clearly, that was a lie.

And you wouldn’t force him to support you any longer.

(Not dressing up)

You were 20 weeks pregnant. Finally at the point where it didn’t just look like you ate a lot. It looked like you were growing a baby. This also meant that it was getting harder to find an outfit that wasn’t just a shirt that was streched out too much, or an ugly maternity dress that made you look even fatter than you felt. Thankfully, Oikawa was there for you ever step of the way. Buying you new things to try on, encouraging you, and telling you how beautiful you looked. But his views changed one day.

Now you and your husband, Oikawa, were walking around the grocery store. Just buying food for the week when one of his old classmates came up to him.

She was pregnant too, and shopping for groceries with her husband. The only difference was she was absolutely glowing. Her bump fit her nicely, and the dress she was wearing looked amazing on her. It gave her a very cheery vibe.

Since you didn’t go to Aoba Johsai, you didn’t know them. So, you just smiled and looked at the food intently, as if you didn’t know what you were going to grab.

After a while they left and Oikawa’s mood seemed to have worsened.

“What’s wrong babe?” You asked, trying your best to keep up with the speed that he walked to the cash register, “and we’re missing a few things.”

“Why can’t you look more like Nami? She’s 24 weeks and she still dresses nicely,” He complained, gesturing towards your Crocs, T-shirt, and sweatpants.

“I’ve tried, nothing you good on me,” you were about to cry. You didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or if it was the fact that your husband was berating you in public. It was a good thing the cashier had her airpods in and the store was fairly empty.

“Well maybe you should stay home then. It’s embarrassing when my friends’ wives look better than my own,” he grumbled, picking up the pancake mix and syrup you put in the basket, “seriously? Are you trying to look like a whale?”

Instead of explaining how HIS child was craving it, you simply put it back on the shelf and was silent the entire way home.

That night, after putting everything up and showering you rolled on your side of the bed alone. When he wrapped his arms around your bump as he did every night, you pushed him off. Ignoring him when he tried to apologize and reason with you.

The next day when he apologized, bought you new clothes, jewelry, and the food you wanted you still didn’t talk to him.

It’d take a lot more than bribery for you to forgive his actions.

THIS BELONGS TO CARLEY-CHAN 2023 DO NOT REWORK/REWRITE!!

reblogs and likes appreciated <3

#haikyuu #oikawa #kenma #kenma x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #hq oikawa #hq kenma #Dad oikawa #domestic haikyuu

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k0dzukeiji · 5 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 - 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔

synopsis: where he makes a promise he cant keep

genre: angst, lovers>exes

warnings: cheating, fighting, slight nsfw, not proof read

wc: about 650

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“Tetsu? Are you home?” You asked as you stepped into the seemingly empty apartment. As you were taking off your shoes, you noticed an unfamiliar pair in the spot where you usually put your shoes. They’re not just any shoes, they’re a girls shoe.

“Tetsu?” You wandered around your home, checking all of the rooms until you finally made it to your bedroom. By now you’ve put all of the signs together but you were really hoping it wasn’t true.

You stood outside the bedroom door taking a deep breath before opening the door. When you opened the door, you were met with a sight you never wanted to see.

“Oh- f-fuck! Tetsu!” The girl moaned from beneath your fiancé, clawing at his back. They were too busy in their own world to even notice you standing at the door with your mouth agape.

“What the fuck is going on?” You turned on the light, startling the both of them.

“(Name)! Shit! This isn’t what it looks like- I’m-“ Kuroo pulled away from the unknown girl as je struggled to put his clothes back on

“You’re sorry? Bullshit Tetsurou.” You chuckle at him.

“(Name) please let me explain” He began to say, his eyes widening as you leave the bedroom.

“I don’t want to hear it Tetsurou. I told you that you get one chance” You said as he followed you out, leaving the girl in your bedroom.

“I know but please let me try to fix this! I can’t just throw out years of our relationship, I know I cheated and I know it was wrong but— but I love you…”

“Tetsurou, if you love me you wouldn’t have cheated” You said coldy

“I know… I know I shouldn’t have I just— I couldn’t hold myself back.”

“Did you really forget, Tetsurou?” You asked, holding your head high as you looked him in the eyes with a piercing gaze that he’s never seen from you before.

“What..?” He asked.

“You forgot what you promised.” You stated, feeling anger bubbling inside of you.

“What do you mean?”

“In high school. You promised me that you’d always be faithful to me, yet here you are. Fucking another woman in our bed, in our home.” You said , looking around your apartment. On the walls were pictures of you and him throughout the years, starting from your second year of high school to now.

“(Name)… I’m so sorry…”

“Yeah, I know you are. You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep Tetsurou.” You said bitterly as you made your way to the door.

“No wait! Please don’t leave… Don’t leave me…” He cried, catching your wrist in his large hand to stop you from leaving.

“You should’ve thought about me leaving before you cheated on me. Here, take this back. I don’t want it anymore.” You said as forced your wrist out of his grip. You then slip your engagement ring off your finger, shoving it into his hand.

“(Name) please! We can talk about this!”

“Theres nothing to talk about, we’re over.”

“We can’t just throw away our relationship! We’re supposed to get married!”

“Yeah, that was before you broke your promise.”

“I…”

“Goodbye, Tetsurou. Don’t contact me again.” You said as you left the apartment. Leaving him and all of your memories behind.

As he stood there, the memories flashed through his head. He didn’t know what to do, so he called the one person who he could think of.

“What do you want, Kuro?” His best friend said through the phone, clearly irritated.

“I fucked up. I fucked up so bad Kenma.” He said as his tears began running down his face. He deserves this, he thought. He doesn’t even know why he’s crying, he has a beautiful woman in his bedroom right now, but that woman isnt you.

“Kuro, what did you do?” Kenma said, starting to sound worried.

“I made a promise and I couldn’t keep it.” This moment will forever remain in his head as a reminder, that he shouldn’t make promises he can’t keep, for it will only hurt the people he loves.

Fin~

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a/n: This is so barf that I wanna cry of disgust

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #hq kuroo #hq #hq x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu kuroo

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sassycheesecake · 8 months

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Hello sweet cheeks 🙊🙊🙊

How's your day with me bugging you all the time 😂💃🏻

So I was wondering if you could write about meeting Kuroo, Iwazumi, Daichi and Akaashi for the first time, it can be before or after the time skip whatever makes you feel comfortable

Thank you in advance 🙈❤️

Don’t worry! You can never bug me 😂

I’ll gladly do that for you, I did Kuroo pre-timeskip and the others post-timeskip. I hope that’s okay. Enjoy! ❤️

You met the cheeky Middle Blocker Captain in high school. Precisely in one of the home rooms that you guys share together unknowingly.

Your teacher called you and Kuroo after class together, stating that your science grade is extremely bad and Kuroo’s grade in English is pretty much embarrassing to look at. But thankfully English is your best subject and Science is Kuroo’s.

So your annoying teacher put the two of you together, hoping that you can get each others grades up by studying together.

The two of you met up at the library the next afternoon after school, Kuroo being benched temporarily, until his grades improve.

The ravenette is a very attractive attentive teacher, explaining things to you so easily, that even a preschooler can understand it. He mixes humor and studying togther, mostly humor though.

Saying stupid chemistry jokes, making fun of other teachers and making you laugh uncontrollably by doing it.

Every time you would study together, Kuroo scooches closer to you each time with his chair.

He loves hearing your laugh, it’s the most beautiful thing he has heard in his 18 years of living.

After two months, Kuroo developed a big fat crush on you, not knowing you also started to feel the jiggles whenever you would see him at lunch in the cafeteria or in the hallway with his teammates from the volleyball club.

Kuroo started smiling a lot more and it doesn’t get unnoticed by his best friend.

The Nekoma team is on their way to the gym to go to practice when Kuroo spots you walking down the hall with one of your friends.

"Who’s that?" Kenma asks intrigued.

Kuroo keeps his hazelnut-colored eyes on you, as you walk down the hall with your friend and Kenma sees a gleam in his best friend’s eyes.

"Someone I will definitely want to get to know better and spend more time with."

The first time you met Iwaizumi Hajime, it was the day his kid got into trouble at school. His son, who is an exact replica of his father, stood up for a girl who got bullied by another boy. The little Iwaizumi boy warned the mean boy twice before he struck him down with a fist.

You as their home room teacher obviously had to call the parents, even if Isamu, the son of Hajime only did it to stand up for someone.

All the children have been picked up by their parents and you are just waiting in front of the school for Isamu’s father, who has a busy job but still has to talk to you about his son’s behavior.

When you met Isamu’s father, you weren’t prepared for a 6'1 man made out of pure muscle to show up in front of the school. His track suit had the volleyball logo and the Japanese flag on his front chest pocket and you have to pinch yourself to snap out of your drooling.

When Iwaizumi and you talked about Isamu’s behavior, the strict father scolded his son immediately but was also confused why he was violent towards a classmate because Isamu never strikes.

You assured him that Isamu stood up for a girl and that he won’t be punished for what he did and Iwaizumi feels his stomach doing small somersaults when he listens to your voice.

Thanking you for not punishing his son, Iwaizumi promises you that this won’t happen again.

With a blush and a smile on yours and the Athletic Trainer’s face, you part ways and the dark-brown haired man can’t help but be curious why his son was violent.

"Isamu, why did you punch that boy? I know I didn’t teach you to hit other kids even if they are mean." Hajime frowns at his 7 year-old.

"Uncle Tōru told me to ‘kick ass’ if someone is mean to someone else. He said I shouldn’t tell you or you will fly to Argentine and kick his." Isamu said nonchalantly while munching on his dumpling, walking beside his father to the car.

Iwaizumi can already feel his rage building up, thinking all sorts of ways how he can strangle Oikawa to teach his son this way to handle bullies.

When the Athletic Trainer remembers your kind face from just now, he can’t fight the smile that begins to grow on his face.

Maybe he will start picking his son up more often now, instead of sending Hanamaki or Matsukawa when he is too busy with work.

Funny enough, you met Daichi Sawamura when he was about to write you a speeding ticket.

You just got dumped by your ex via text message and to say you were furious about this cowardly way to break up with someone, is an understatement. (I got dumped once via text as a teen and I swear I wanted to set the world on fire)

So you were maybe driving a little bit over the speed limit, big deal.

What you didn’t expect though, is to have the hottest cop in town pulling you over for speeding.

You were so red in the face from anger, embarrassment and nervousness that Daichi honestly thought you were on drugs or something because you kept stammering when you talked.

You vented about the person that left you and Daichi listened intensely, hearing you out.

Luckily for you, he has a weakness for a beautiful messes like yourself.

He let you off with a warning, giving you a piece of paper anyway.

You’re about to crumble it up when you saw what he wrote down.

'Next time you’re thinking of speeding, don’t. Be safe and call me if you want to talk :) xxx-xxxx-xxxx'

Manga Editor Keiji Akaashi, the beautiful ravenette with the gorgeous blue eyes.

The two of you met at a coffee shop, while Akaashi needed to work some more on his deadline at work, he needed a good strong coffee to be able to stay awake.

Luckily, there’s a nearby store with the name ‘Night’s watch', a coffee shop who is only open at night.

Akaashi hasn’t tried that shop yet but according to some of the ravenette’s coworkers, it’s Game of Thrones themed.

When Akaashi enters the shop, he has to say he’s impressed with the interior design.

The room is decorated like an old tavern from the Middle Ages, some seats have sheep’s fur on them, the black stone walls decorated with swords from the show, some coats of arms of the House Targaryen, House Stark and House Baratheon.

It’s a cozy atmosphere and the drinks are not that expensive.

You were working as the barista that day and you were wearing the Hand of the King pin, meaning you are in charge of the shop if the owner is not in.

You are also kind forced to speak in Old English to costumers but thankfully you’re a literature student so it’s a piece of cake for you.

Akaashi thought you were incredibly charming and while you made his order ready, the two of you got to talk a little bit.

Funnily enough, you went to the same school but never crossed each other’s path.

Seems like Akaashi will drop by more, because it gave him some new ideas for manga tropes.

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veraghost · 2 years

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tag teamed! ❤️‍🔥

𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 pt. 2

featuring: f!reader, kuroo + kenma, bokuto + akaashi, ushijima + tendou

cw: sub!reader, voyuerism, fingering, dumbification, penatrative sex, online sex?, male masturbation (tendou), creampies, overstimulation, double cerampie?, multiple rounds, praise, if i’ve missed any please let me know

nsfw under the cut, please have ur age in ur bio or i will block you. 18+

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ｋｕｒｏｏ＋ｋｅｎｍａ

“baby?” you ask kenma quietly, hoping he hears you through his headphones. when he pulls his headset off, he quickly nods to you, a silent “what’s up” to you. when you explain to him that you miss his company, he pats his lap, and soon enough your straddling his lap, face nuzzled into his neck. but when your this close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body, you start to become a little horny.

squirming around in his lap, he looks at you sternly - you’re distracting him from his game. you apologize before finding a comfortable position, right on his dick. he notices your issue almost immediately, and pushes a hand into your panties, playing with your clit.

little do you know that he’s not playing alone, and kuroo and hear your little pants and moans through kenma’s headset, and he can’t help but get off with you. kenma stays quiet while you both find pleasure, enjoying the fact that even after all these years - kuroo is still crushing on his perfect girlfriend. when kenma realizes you’re close, he puts his headphones on your ears, letting you hear how good you make kuroo feel.

you’ve never cum so hard in your life.

ｂｏｋｕｔｏ＋ａｋａａｓｈｉ

“fuck, ‘kaashi she feels so tight, so warm and perfect.” bokuto rants on about your pussy - although he’s fucked you so many times, felt your walls clench around his dick, he never seems to get over how perfect you are. akaashi isn’t surprised over, bokuto always ends up talking about your sexcapades when hes drunk, ranting on about how perfect you are.

and keiji can’t wait to sink into you, once bokuto reaches his high, when he fills you up to the brim, keiji gets to fuck it back into your sopping cunt, making you see stars. and that’s exactly what he does, it’s messy and wet and everything you should feel disgusted about, but when akaashi is making you cum again and again on his cock, you can’t help but feel completely blissed out, almost passing out from pleasure.

you don’t know how many times you’ve came by the end of the night, but when akaashi finally fills you up, his cum mixing with bokuto’s, when he accidentally brushes against your clit, you’re almost thankful that it’s over, wincing from overstimulation.

ｕｓｈｉｊｉｍａ＋ｔｅｎｄｏｕ

“look at her eyes, ushiwaka, she’s completely fucked out on you” tendou smirks, a teasing tone in his voice. but you can’t even talk back to him, too lost in the feeling of ushijima’s cock hitting the spongy spot in you so easily, almost hitting against your cervix. it’s almost too much, but you can’t even complain, trying to push his hips to make him slow down, but he’s almost as lost as you are.

and tendou get’s to watch it all happen, stroking his cock on his bed, watching from across the room an ushijima fucks into you. this wasn’t how things were supposed to go - not that you should complain. you had simply gone over to wish ushijima good luck on his game later that night, before spilling juice on your chest and suddenly things escalated from there.

you cum for the umpteenth time, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out of your mouth, and tendou cums at the sight, riding his high out with you. it gives ‘toshi a couple more thrusts before he pushes in one last time and cums, filling you up until it’s spilling out of you.

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box-of-roses · 3 months

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.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. Letters to Skin .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

♡ Synopsis: Everything you write or draw on your skin shows up on your soulmates skin; What happens when drawing on your skin results in someone becoming your best friend and then something more.

♡ Characters: Akaashi, Y/N, Kuroo, Kenma, Yaku

♡ Possible Warnings: talks about divorced parents

♡ Words: 2k

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Series Masterlist

When people feel most alone they talk to themselves. Rationalize to their brains why they would possibly feel like this. In this world though soulmates exist. No one should ever feel alone, should not will. See, when you feel the most alone the universe decides to let you have a connection to your soulmate. The connection doesn’t go away just becaus you stop feeling alone either. Both people don’t have to feel alone, that would just cause someone to feel worse. I mean you try to connect to someone and they can’t respond? The universe isn’t always that cruel.

It doesn’t promise you speak the same language, it just makes sure you are able to connect. Y/N is the first to feel alone. Your soulmate is apparently having it a bit better than you do at this moment. Your parents had just told you they were divorcing. They had already signed the papers, all week you had thought you were just moving to a different house. Well, you were. Not all of you though. Because your mother travelled so much for work you would be staying with your father. You ran to your room and locked the door. They hadn’t even come after you. Looking back it was probably because they wanted to give you space to think everything over. To your little mind right now though it was the worst thing they could have possibly done.

Suddenly you felt a tingling in your arm. Oh how funny the universe was. You reached for a pen and scribbled some words down. ‘Hello, sorry to bother you.’ You waited a few minutes. Nothing. Maybe the universe hadn’t thought you were lonely enough yet. What was that weird tingling then? You tried to tell yourself it was just your imagination. Maybe your parents had lied to you. Just as you start going down that path your arm tingles again.

‘I’m sorry for replying so late’ another tingle. ‘I was in the middle of eating dinner. I’m Akaashi, what’s your name?’

‘Y/N’

‘Why are you so sad?’

‘My parents are getting divorced.’

‘I’m sorry, I hope you can become happier. Do you want to talk about it?’

‘Not really. Can we talk about something else?’

‘Of course.’ The words stopped appearing. Maybe Akaashi got held up again. You after all weren’t expecting that your soulmate would just drop everything to talk with you. ‘What’s your favorite book?’ Funny how even the smallest of things can make a person feel less alone. Make someone feel appreciated, loved, cared for. Those words can be synonymous but not always. Right now? They were applicable. Those words were always synonymous when you were talking to Akaashi, he always makes you feel loved and cared for and appreciated.

The two of you sat miles apart talking about books, flowers, anything other than the lingering sadness. Since the connection started it hadn’t gone away, as you were told it wouldn’t. You still worried though, your parents were soulmates. That didn’t stop them from falling apart though, as protection to yourself you hadn’t told anyone you had met your soulmate. You weren’t sure if he had done the same thing. Part of you was hoping he had done the same as you so there wouldn’t be an unfortunate meeting. You both decided not to talk too much about your personal lives. You would talk about school but not which school. You had stated early on why you were so scared of finding him.

He accepted your reasons and never pushed you to tell him anything that you didn’t naturally tell him. To fill the silence he would tell you about himself. The more you learned about him the less you cared if he hid you as his soulmate. You told him you would even feel proud for people to know you were his soulmate. You knew that he played volleyball, a setter, and that he wanted to be a manga editor when he graduated. You knew he had a best friend that he would often have to leave you on ‘delivered’ to go deal with. You laughed when he told you how mercilessly his teammates teased him when they found the writing on his arms.

The more you grew up the less it bothered you that people knew of you being his soulmate. You had told him that he could tell people if he wanted to. You still refused to tell others though. Maybe it was the lingering trust issues causing you to pause whenever you were going to tell your friends something sweet he has said. You didn’t fully know why you couldn’t say it. You loved talking to him, he was so sweet. He always managed to cheer you up whenever you felt down. You knew so much about him and you hadn’t even told him that you joined your volleyball team as a manager to see him. You knew it was stupid to think that you would find him like this. You had new friends though. Friends you were starting to trust enough to talk with them about your soulmate. The incident started at lunch. You were sitting with Kuroo, Kenma, and Yaku and you felt your arm tingle. A smile grew on your face as you felt it. He rarely ever talked to you during school, unlike you he tried to pay attention in class.

Even though you were the manager you had yet to be able to make it to a practice game. Luckily they didn’t get too mad, this time you were going to be sure to be there. You cleared your throat. You didn’t want to make a big deal out of it but you knew the boys were going to. “Yes Y/N?” Kenma was the first to notice you were trying to get their attention.

“So…I know I’ve never talked about it before but I’ve already contacted my soulmate. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, even though it kind of feels like that’s what I’m doing right now, I just wanted to let you guys know because I trust you.” You put your head down not wanting the potential backlash.

“That’s great Y/N! Do you know what their name is?” You nodded your head. The boys around you just seemed to get more excited. “Are you gonna tell us?’

You shook your head, “sorry. I trust you I really do but in case you know him. I’m just not ready to meet him.” Now you are more worried. You trusted them enough to tell them you had a soulmate but couldn’t even tell them his name. God you felt pathetic.

“It’s fine that you don’t want to tell us his name, really.” Your smile grew, you pulled out your pen and rolled up your sleeve. “Do your parents know?” You shook your head again. “Do you want to tell us about him at least?”

“Give me one second to reply and then yeah!”

‘How’s school going? I know you said you were anxious about it today.’

‘It’s good, I just told my friends about my soulmate. They want to know more about you. I’m surprisingly excited. I hope your day is going just as good!’ You drew a little heart for good measure. “Okay, he’s literally so sweet. He just wanted to check on me because he knew I’ve been anxious recently.”

“He seems like a good guy so far. I don’t want to push but…You’re not telling us his name because he plays volleyball right?” Your face grew hot as you nodded. Kuroo smiled mischievously, a glint of scheming in his eyes.

“Whatever you’re planning, stop it right now. I said I wasn’t ready to meet him yet.” You glare at him as you finish your drink.

“Are you ever going to be ready to meet him?” It felt rude but you knew it was true. He was pretty good at reading people. If it had taken you this long to tell them that you even had a soulmate how much longer until you finally wrapped your head around meeting your soulmate.

“Fine, I’ll let you pick one team to practice against. One. That’s all the scheming you get.” He smiled even more at that. One of his favorite activities was getting people to comfortably leave their comfort zone to do things that were good for them.

“I’ll just have to pick right then. We have some planning to do and you have a class to get to.” he grabbed the garbage from the table and got up to throw it away. Kenma usually walked with you to class since you both went to the same place.

“You know if you tell him you're uncomfortable he won’t go through with it right?” You smiled at Kenma’s concern.

“I know. He’s right though, I’ve known about my soulmate since my parents divorced and you're the first people I’ve told.” Kenma paused at your words.

“You’ve told? Has he told people?” You nodded sheepishly.

“His friends have known for a while. I wanted to tell you guys earlier but I was nervous.”

“I’m not upset, I’m just surprised. I figured if you hadn’t told anyone it was because he didn’t want to either.”

“This may seem silly but the more I learned about him I got excited at him telling his friends about me.”

“That doesn’t seem silly at all. I’m sure most people feel that way. Or at least I hope they do. I’m proud of you for feeling comfortable enough to tell us.” You had reached the door to your classroom and put the conversation on hold for the time being. As you made your way to your seat you got out your set up of colored markers. You drew all over yourself- and by extension Akaashi during this period. He had told you once before that he loved looking down and seeing the doodles over his skin. Since then you have made it your job to leave messages and doodles on your hands to make him feel happy.

Akaashi usually ended up with doodles over his hand and arm during this period. He knew that it was your least favorite class so despite wanting to pay attention to his own class he stares at his hands. He sits there and smiles as he watches little swirls etch themselves onto his skin. Hearts and stars are the most common. He would end up with a ring on his ring finger which made him smile. He hoped to meet you one day. He loved the interactions the two of you had even when you weren't writing to each other. It was getting close to the end of the day and he hated how when you two finally got to sleep at the end of each day that the drawings and sweet words would disappear.

He wanted to focus on his studies he really did but the thought of you feeling alone always made him pause for a moment. He picked up a pen of a different color and started drawing his own little doodles. He hoped they made you feel as special as your’s made him feel. He was already happier than usual because you had told your friends about him. That was a big deal to him, especially after you had confided your fears to him. He knows he’s going to have a smile on his face for the rest of the day and have to listen to the team’s comments. He didn’t care all that much though. He would roll his eyes and laugh along knowing how lucky he is to have you as his soulmate. Maybe one of these days he’ll meet you, at least he hopes you’ll ask him to meet eventually. He doesn’t want to push but he really needs to see your face, to confirm what he already knows. That you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing.

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onlylovingstrangers · 2 years

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HOW THEY RESPOND TO “Why do you like me?” FT. KUROO & BOKUTO

You're out at girls’ night, and for once nobody’s up for getting trashed. Possibly cause for once, the four of you are simultaneously in happy, stable relationships. Instead of going through the ritual of pre-gaming, bar-hopping, and regretting it all the next morning, you visit the same k-bbq restaurant that you’ve been going to since your college days and gossip over soju and pork belly.

And because for once, the four of you are simultaneously in happy, stable relationships, the topic of your partners comes up. Of course it does; how could it not?

Yukie comes up with the idea. Text your boyfriend one line: “Why do you like me?” and put your phones in the center of the table. Whoever gets a reply first picks up the bill. It’s so cheesy, you all want to die from the middle school relationship-esque cheesiness, but on the flip side you all are equally invested. “This better not be the reason for any break ups,” your roommate Mikan warns.

Why do you like me?

Kuroo stares at the message for a few seconds, confirms he’s read it right, and throws his head back to laugh goofily. He stops, checks his screen again. The words remain unchanged. Another silly, stupid laugh wrestles its way into the world.

“Anything you want to share with the rest of us?” Kenma remarks placidly. “This is a company dinner, as you know.”

The words go in one ear and out the other. Kuroo thinks. There are so many reasons why he likes, no, loves you. The way you sleep like a Rockette frozen mid step. The way you manage to get rice grains stuck on your cheek every meal. The way you pretend not to be jealous when girls check him out at the gym. The way you get so excited at online shopping sales, even though he tells you every time that you’re only saving a few dollars.

How shall he respond? Which answer would please you the most?

“Ignore him,” Kenma says to the table. “Just go on eating.”

At the restaurant, the anticipation is killing you all. “What the hell is he doing,” Hotaru mutters. “Certainly not saving the world?”

A phone dings. The four of you leap into motion. “It’s yours,” Yukie says, half admiring, half jealous.

“That took what, like a minute?” Mikan says, laughing.

The girls crowd over your shoulder to read his response.

Tetsurou: Cuz you’re pretty. :)

You’re bored. Dangerously bored. As in, the last time you were this bored you cut your own bangs, and let’s just say for the subsequent six or so months going out was physically painful.

The thing is, it’s way too late to go out but way too early to go to bed. In the past you’ve been able to stave off boredom by binging your favorite series or reading a book, but you’re still waiting for all the episodes of the new season to come out before you get emotionally invested, and your oaf of a boyfriend, lovable as he is, spoiled the ending of the novel you were reading and now you simply can’t move on.

Wait.

“That’s right,” you say out loud. “I have a boyfriend!”

Let’s see, you think. What should you say? What are you curious about?

“Why... do... you... like... me,” Bokuto reads aloud, then clutches his phone to his chest. His heart melts. So does his face.

“Aww,” Hinata melts a little too.

“Bet ya that was from his girlfriend,” Atsumu says, stretching the syllables. “Bokkun, that was from yer girlfriend, right?”

“You’re a genius,” Sakusa remarks drily.

“Hey! Don’t think I can’t understand yer sarcasm!”

“It’s a bonus when you do understand.” “What are you gonna say, Bokuto-senpai?” Hinata asks.

Oh right, he forgot to reply! Bokuto quickly rearranges himself so that he is looking at the screen once more. Hmm, what should he say? If it were Akaashi, he would recite some fancy-shmancy quote that expressed poignant feelings of love. If it were Tsukishima, he’d be all prickly and say something snarky that still conveyed the depths of his emotion. But he’s not Akaashi or Tsukki, he’s Bokuto. And you aren’t Akaashi’s or Tsukki’s, you’re his.

The thought of you being his — in his bed snoring, in his boxers making breakfast, in his family home joking around with his sisters — positively melts him once more. He can almost grasp the images to come, the pictures that flirt right at the edges of his mind, making him reach: you in a wedding dress coming down the aisle. You holding a baby that has your eyes, his hair. You waiting on the porch swing as he brings out mugs of steaming hot tea and a blanket, watching the sunset.

Your phone pings. It’s been a few minutes. You figure Bokuto’s been typing a whole essay. But instead, just one line of text appears. One line of text that makes your heart flutter anyways.

Koutarou: Let’s get married.

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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I‘M NOT WHIPPED, & I”LL PROVE IT!

⇢ oikawa toru, kenma kozume, miya atsumu. ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis: the one in which he tries to prove to his friends that he is, in fact, not whipped by you

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | iwaizumi growled impatiently at his best friend, “can you please concentrate? we’re getting killed here.” oikawa slammed his fingers down on the keyboard, “I’m trying my best, iwa-chan!” “no, you’re not,” mattsun’s voice interrupted through the headset. “yeah, you’re probably too distracted thinking about y/n. you’re so whipped bro,” makki retorted. “no, I’m not!” oikawa replied, looking down at his vibrating phone, “see? she’s calling me right now and I'm not even gonna pick up because I'm not whipped and I'm gonna save you all in this battle.” a few minute passed before oikawa speaks up again, “pause, pause. I gotta use the bathroom. be right back.” oikawa muted his microphone and immediately calls you back. “hi baby, sorry I missed your call. Is everything okay?” oikawa listens intently, smiling as he replies, “yeah sure. no I'm not busy at all, not doing anything. mmhm, I'll meet you in about five minutes. I miss you too. see you in a bit.” oikawa turns his attention back to the computer screen. “not busy, huh? not doing anything? you forgot to mute, idiot.” Iwaizumi says as matsukawa and hanamaki roared with laughter. oikawa tried but failed to come up with an excuse, “fine, I'm whipped okay? whatever, you lonely losers. I’m logging off now. bye!” “man, I feel so single right now.” matsukawa breaks the silence. “let’s just play without him?” “sure.”

ʚɞ KOZUME Kenma | “hey kenma, can I borrow your switch tonight? I wanna play Mario kart.” kuroo asks his best friend. “no. go buy your own.” “don’t be so stingy, just one round. I bet you’ll let Y/N borrow it if she asks.” kenma shakes his head. kuroo nudges yaku, “he says no, but I bet he will because he’s whipped for her.” “I'm not whipped for her.” “yes you are and it’s fine, kenma.” Yaku replies. “but I'm not.” you enter the gym right on cue, running towards your boyfriend excitedly. “babe, guess what! mika let me borrow the new Paper Mario game. can I borrow your switch to play?” kenma can feel kuroo and yaku burning holes into his back. “uh...” you look up at him with pleading eyes, “I can’t?” “um....”, he sighs, “no, of course you can. It’s in my bag. you can get it whenever you want.” you squeal and plant a soft kiss on his cheeks, “thank you, I'll be playing on the bleachers if you need me.” kenma turns to kuroo and yaku, “shut up.” kuroo holds back his laughter, “what? we didn’t even say anything.” “I can hear your thoughts. fine, I'm whipped okay? It’s not that big of a deal.” yaku looks at kenma proudly, “I'm proud of you for admitting that.” “shut up.”

ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu | his friends follow the direction of his eyes, laughing as it lands on you. “you’re seriously whipped for her dude.” atsumu turns around, unable to fight the redness creeping up his neck. "no, ‘m not!" he protests. "oh yeah? then when Y/N comes over later, say no to whatever she asks you.""thats easy. i say no to her all the time." osamu and suna exchange knowing looks, “sure.” you soon walk over, plopping yourself down on your boyfriend’s lap. “Hey babe, can you bring me your hoodie for history later? that classroom is always so cold.” atsumu glances nervously at the two boys. “Uh...no.” you cock your head to the side. “No?” Atsumu buries himself in your neck, “just kidding! anything for my princess.” Osamu and Suna bursts out laughing, “I told you! you’re totally whipped for y/n.” you watch as tsumu’s face grows redder. you smile, “oh please, you guys would totally be the same way if you two had girlfriends. its too bad no girls like you.” atsumu laughs out loud as the two boys stutter their protests, “I love ya.”

ʚɞ USHIJIMA Wakatoshi | tendo and semi watches in amusement as ushijima glances down at his phone every few seconds. “ushijima-san, what are you waiting for?” “huh?” “you’re looking down at your phone every second.” Your boyfriend looks up at his friends, “oh yeah, Y/N is supposed to meet me for lunch today, but she hasn’t texted me yet.” “you wanna get lunch with us then?” ushijima glances down at his phone again, “sure, I guess I can eat without her today.” The three of them look up and silently study the cafeteria menu. “What are you getting?” “maybe curry? It’s her favorite.” tendo studies his friend, “you’re really whipped for her aren’t you?” ushijima furrows his brows, “no, I don’t think so.” “okay, then will you ditch me if she texts you later?” ushijima shakes his head, “no, because I am having lunch with you.” Tendo turns back to the menu, “okay, I think I'm going to go with the onigiri combo.” Ushijima suddenly looks down at his phone. “Hey love, I'm so sorry for texting you late. I bought you lunch already. Let’s meet at the roof! See you in a bit.” Tendo and Semi watches in amusement as ushijima struggles internally. “what is it ushijima-san?” “I don’t feel so good. you two can eat lunch without me. I’ll see you guys at practice later.” tendo laughs, “it’s fine, you don’t have to lie. I know y/n texted you. go, have lunch with her.” ushijima cracks a rare smile, “thanks, see you in a bit.” Semi and Tendo watches as their captain run out the cafeteria. “He’s so whipped and he doesn’t even know it.”

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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TO BE GROWN UP . KUROO TETSUROU 🌱

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“Is it weird that we don’t have many friends?”

Kuroo looks up at you from his spot on the ground. He’s leaning against the couch, legs sprawled out in front of him and golden eyes blinking at you with sleepy confusion. It’s eleven at night and you’re currently waiting for the brownies to finish baking in the oven. Needless to say, the flat smells amazingly of chocolate and sweetness.

“Define ‘many’,” he says.

It’s not uncommon for you to sometimes get stuck in your head, your thoughts. You find that disadvantageous, especially when you go down this rabbit hole that you can’t escape so easily. For an overthinker like you, you could go round and round in circles, never finding the right answer to your question while slowly realizing that the world, the more you think about it, is a sad and desolate place to live in.

You can’t help it. It sucks.

“I mean you have Kenma, Bokuto and the rest of your volleyball team,” you pillow your head against the edge of your couch, your murmur ringing out in the silence apart from the tv playing distantly in the background, “I only hang out with Yachi. And that’s on a good week. Usually, I don’t see anyone apart from you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

He turns towards you then, one hand going up to rest on the edge of the couch so that he can pillow his head against his hand, “okay, what’s with all those questions? What’s got your brain brewing?” He says it with a smile that sends comforting running along your spine. It’s not everyday you find someone who can tolerate your weird impishness like Kuroo does. You love him all the more for that.

“I just—I see all these people you know, trying to socialize and stuff,” you can’t stop your hands from fidgeting with the throw blanket that you’d initially buried into half an hour ago before the movie started, “and I just wonder— am I weird? Are we weird? We hang out with each other, but—that’s just because we’re used to each other. It doesn’t count as socializing. And I don’t know, I feel like I’m missing out on stuff.”

Kuroo is quiet for a moment, probably pondering over your question (or trying to avoid it for fear that this conversation might go on forever, who knows?). He shifts, one of his arms reaching for your hand as he grasps it gently, cups it in his huge palm. His thumb runs along your outer knuckle and your body automatically sighs, relaxing into his hold.

“I don’t think it’s weird,” he murmurs, his face open yet serious, “I think it’s completely normal.”

“But what about the rest of the world who’s out having fun while we—“ you motion towards the tv, “—we waste our time watching tv?”

“You call that a waste of time?” He fakes a gasp and mockingly puts a hand over his chest, “wow Y/N. How cruel of you--"

“Oh you know what I mean,” you huff, though not pulling away from him in favour of savouring his warmth just a little longer, "we don't do stuff. We come home, watch tv, eat, sleep. And we do the same thing. Over and over again."

"Is that a bad thing?" He cocks his head.

"No, but--oh I don't know anymore," you groan before leaning back against the couch with an exasperated sigh, "it's like-- we're disconnected from everyone else. I like it. I do. It's just--I can't help but wonder...you know?"

Kuroo hums in agreement and out of habit, your other hand trails through his locks absentmindedly. You caress the back of his scalp and he leans into your touch unconsciously, warm breaths hitting your bare legs.

"So you're scared you might be missing out," Kuroo finally says after a short silence.

"Kind of. Yeah." A pause. "That's embarrassing to admit."

"Well, there's nothing wrong about that," his hand moves from yours to grasp your fingers tenderly, "I think disconnecting with people is normal. You grow up and you have different interests. It's normal you're going to drift away and move on, lose friendships here and there."

"But that's so sad."

"It is."

You mull over Kuroo's words, wonder whether that's the answer you were looking for. It comforts you just a little that you're not the only one that thinks it's okay to be alone.

"You say I'm close to Kenma and the boys," Kuroo's voice brings you back to the present, "but I haven't seen them in over a month."

You blink, "really?"

"Yeah. Kenma's doing things for his channel. The boys, well, we all work. The only time we meet is during volleyball, and that's not every week."

Huh. You'd think Kuroo would see them more often than that. It comes as a surprise.

"So yeah, you're not the only one who's losing friends and growing up," he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, "I am too. We all are."

Your lips curl up at the edges, "yeah, I guess so."

"You know what though?" Kuroo's smile widens into a grin, one that he sports every time he's about to be mischievous, "I hang out with you a lot. That's more than enough for me."

"Oh shut up," you can't help but color with embarrassment, "you're just saying that--"

"I'm not though."

The way his eyes lock on yours causes a shiver to run up your spine. You want to look away but decide otherwise.

For there's a certain tenderness, a loving affection in those golden pupils.

"I'm not just saying that to be nice. I like spending time with you. That's enough for me, honestly."

There’s a smile that’s threatening to burst out of your lips, but you try and settle for a small smirk as you hit his arm playfully, “smooth talker.”

“This is what I get, after professing my love to you?” Kuroo shakes his head before he sighs in a manner so dramatic you wonder briefly whether he should’ve graduated with Theatre instead of Bio-Chem, “how awfully rude of you, Y/N—“

He yelps when you suddenly throw yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck with such force he almost topples to the ground. His hands find purchase onto the floor as you bury your nose into the depths of his neck, smiling secretly when he yells out your name in surprise, “what the—you can’t tackle me out of the blue like that, you dwarf.”

“Who’re you calling a dwarf?” Your fingers inch under his arms without warning.

Kuroo yelps with an even girlish peal, laughter threatening to splutter from his lips, “don’t—“

“Oh yeah?” Your fingers itch even higher as he howls, struggles to hold in his breaths long enough to say, “okay okay! Yes, your majesty—queen—whatever your heart desires.”

“Thank you, that’s better,” your fingers retract like kitten claws before you settle atop his chest. His arms wrap around you out of pure instinct and for a moment, you cuddle into him in silence, relishing in the way his heart beats in rhythm to yours. It’s so loud, yet so deep and strong. It makes you feel safe, like you’re right at home.

Almost impulsively, you nuzzle even closer, “I like spending time with you too,” your whisper is barely audible as it brushes the side of his neck, “and you should probably take that as a compliment, considering I don’t like people in general.”

“That’s a pretty bold statement,” Kuroo’s fingers are carding absentmindedly through your long strands. His lips follow with a kiss along your temple, “but I’ll take it.”

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khrysomallos · 2 months

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a part two to my possessive vs. protective bokuto that took me absolute ages because i can see bokuto handling that situation in so many ways???

anyways here’s part two to that specific scenario

bokuto makes his way down the few stairs the private table had been up on and enters the crowd of drunk, dancing people. he adjusts his pushed up sleeves, which emphasize his large arms.

he keeps his eyes on the interaction. watching as you turned back to the man, staring at him as if the man wasn’t a foot and a half taller than you, and beginning to say something.

bokuto knew from your body language, from the facial expressions you were making that the man was getting an earful. he continued his walk over, the sea of people parting for him. he never needs to weave in and out of crowds. his broad, muscled shoulders and the aura surrounding himself makes people part a path for him.

the confidence he carries himself with speaks loud enough.

bokuto is a smart man. he knows there’s so many ways he could play this. he knows he could walk up and cause a scene, cause a fight, maybe throw a few punches, but he also knows that would upset you. regardless of how much the man was irritating you.

bokuto is a smart man. he still believes you’re capable no matter the situation, and hopes to support you in any way.

as he comes up to the bar, he begins to hear you. “you need to learn when to take the loss and move on,” you began.

the man interrupted you, “it’s not a loss babe, you’re still here talking to me.” the man smirked as he leaned on the bar.

“you’re literally cornering me into the bar, i can’t get by!”

“looks like you’ll have to-“

bokuto slowed his walk and put on his best ‘this is my partner and your bothering them and i will fuck you up if you don’t leave’ smile on. “is everything okay? do you need any help carrying the drinks baby?” he looked between you and the man.

you whirled your head around to look at bokuto who stood there, hand casually in his pocket. the man looked between you and bokuto as well and smirked. the man himself was about half a foot taller than bokuto but this didn’t deter your boyfriend as he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. “the names bokuto.”

instead of shaking his hand, the man reached around and placed his arm around your waist. “listen, bokuto, me and this pretty thing here were just about to head out actually.”

your face dropped, “like hell we were!”

bokuto tipped his head to the side and eyed the man’s arm. his eyebrows slowly rose as his hand dropped back to his pocket. with a deadly calm that was so not bokuto, he spoke low and slow as he took one single step closer to the man. “i suggest if you want to keep working function of your hand, to take your hands off my partner.”

it didn’t matter that the man was taller, bokuto was built larger and broader. his years of intense professional training clear in this situation. every way he held himself screamed deadly.

the man’s smirk faltered as he looked eye to eye at bokuto’s dead stare and you took that as a chance to shove his arm off, and grabbed the drinks you had been waiting for.

as you turned around, bokuto’s soft smile returned to his face as he spoke to you. “let me grab that for you, kenma’s waiting for you back at the table. i got the drinks, yeah?” you nodded as you touched his arm and spoke a quiet thank you.

bokuto’s eyes followed you your entire way back to the table. as you sat down beside kenma, bokuto’s eyes flickered to kuroo who gave him a quick nod, confirming you were safe and you were okay.

bokuto was much smarter than people gave him credit for. he looked back to the man. “i don’t want to see you near my partner or any of my friends again. understood?”

the man put his hands up in a defeating gesture. “listen man-“

“if i ever see your face again, i will be the last thing you see. are we clear?”

the man gulped and nodded.

“good.”

the man turned and immediately went to his own friend group to usher them out. bokuto carried the drinks back to the table, placing that sweet goofy smile back on his face as he placed a quick kiss to your forehead before delivering the drinks.

bokuto would never step on your toes for something you could handle. but bokuto would also go to the moon for you if you asked.

thank you @lotionlamp for really getting me thinking on this!!!!

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cloudyperfume · 1 year

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You’re not going out like that~

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Timeskip!Kenma x F!Reader

stuff included: smut, sexual themes, possessive behavior, fingering, and fucking basically

I don’t really know why I thought this was even a good idea..

I wore a tight black dress that hugged my thighs at the ends of the dress.

Kenma was in the living room, while I was in the room, with the door locked.

I was too scared to walk out there and basically say that ‘I’m gonna go to a party with my friends in this tight ass dress, while you stay home.’

I mean… I guess I could maybe bring Kenma, right..?

But there’s a problem… he hates parties.

I don’t want to force him out of the house and bring him somewhere that he doesn’t feel comfortable at.

It’s like trying to get a cat into a bath tub.

I stood up a little straighter.

I’ll just quickly say bye to him and walk fast to the door.

Maybe that’ll catch him off guard and he won’t be able to comprehend whatever I’m wearing right now..

I am a very stupid person you could say.

I open the door like a crazy person and speed walk to the door while waving goodbye to Kenma.

“Bye Kenma! I’ll see you later.” I said as I touched the door handle to leave.

“Not so fast.” I felt another hand on mine as they closed the door shut.

I sighed as I knew that my plan failed already. I sighed and looked back to look at Kenma.

“Yes?” I asked.

As if I didn’t already know what he wanted to question me right now..

“Why are you dressed like that?” Kenma said as he looked at my with a lustful and confused look.

I pushed my thighs together as I looked down.

It was too overwhelming to look at him in the eyes right now.

Especially with that.. look.

I blushed.

“I-I’m going to a party with my friends..” I stuttered.

I heard Kenma chuckling.

Kenma smirked a bit as he kissed my cheek.

“You’re not going dressed like this. Especially when I’m not there.” I swallowed nervously.

“Why not..” I said as my breath became a bit heavy.

Kenma kissed me directly on my lips this time.

He placed his finger on my chin and made me look up at him.

My eyes looked away, still too nervous to see his face right now.

“Look at me, baby..”

I looked up.

He looked so hot.

“I don’t want you going out like this because.. you’re mine.”

I gasped as I felt Kenma kissing my chest. As this point, he looked like he wanted to eat me.

“You look so sexy like this, love. I can’t believe you wanted to go outside like this, for everyone to see.” Kenma bit my lightly.

I moaned slightly at the small pain.

“Only I can see you like this. Oh~ I can’t wait to make you feel so good.”

Kenma grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Once it was down, he grabbed my bra and took it off.

“Ah..” I breathed out as Kenma rubbed my ass while licking my nipples.

“Maybe I’ll even make you unable to walk for a few days so that you’ll remember to not do this again~.”

I gasped again as Kenma fully took off my dress. He took off my underwear as well and he plunged both of his fingers into my wet pussy.

I moaned as he went at a fast pace.

“Do I make myself clear baby?” Kenma said in a low and strict voice.

I felt myself become even more wet.

I bit my lip as I blushed even more at how his voice sounded.

Why was he always so hot?

“Ah!” I loudly moaned as Kenma hit my good spot.

“Do I make myself clear?”

I quickly nodded.

Kenma wasn’t satisfied with me only nodding, so he slapped my ass.

I whimpered.

“Yes!” I yelped.

Kenma grinned, “Good.”

The next thing I knew was that kenma picked me up and threw on onto the couch.

“K-Kenma what-.”

I was soon cut off by Kenma going on top of me with his pants off, his dick out in the open.

I didn't even notice that he took off his pants..

“Ohh~!! Kenma!” I was caught by surprise as Kenma suddenly thrusted into me.

I was heavily breathing as the pleasure seeped into me.

Kenma always made me feel like I was in heaven.

“Such a good girl~.. Do you feel good?” Kenma said in a smug voice.

I couldn't do anything but moan in pleasure.

I felt like I couldn't think of anything else but Kenma.

And that's the truth since I didn't even know that I was saying his name multiple times.

Kenma kissed my brow, “So pretty..”

“I'm gonna cum, Kenma” I whined as Kenma rubbed my clit.

“Go ahead, oh~ I-I’m close as well,” Kenma said as he groaned.

We both threw our heads back as we came together.

I wonder what else I could do to make Kenma act like this again..

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folklorebae · 1 year

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

meet me at midnight m.list

cast(s)/genre: influencer!reader & timeskip!kozume kenma/fluff

wc: 0.6k

a/n: haven’t written in a while and pls forgive me if this doesn’t scream “midnight”. i tried my best</3

Like any other night, the starless night sky is illuminated by the dazzling airport lights. The airport is as calm as it has ever been at this early hour. People flow effortlessly, peaceful rivers of humanity just roused from sleep, and all you do is wait impatiently for your plane to board at your gate.

In forty minutes, you just need to wait for forty more minutes before you are no longer able to access the internet, and for some reason, going on a live is an idea that crossed your mind to save you from your boredom and somnolence.

You curl your lips into a smile and stop talking when your eyes catch your boyfriend’s fake Instagram account just joined your live.

ynfan13 OMG HIIII

ynscandle you look tired:(

ynfan14 OMG ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH WORLD CUP??

notkenmasfan just try to get noticed over here

“I know, I mean, it’s midnight here in Tokyo. Yes! I’m at the airport right now.” You rest your chin on your palm, reading another comment. “I notice you, babe. No need to worry.”

notkenmasfan you deserve a long sleep after this

ynfan15 where is your sugar daddy?

ynmydarling why are you alone?

You’re immediately convulsed with laughter, drawing some attention from those around you. You cover your mouth with your palm in a swift motion and try to pull yourself together before looking at your phone again.

“Guys, I don't have a sugar daddy. My boyfriend is just rich.”

ynfan16 JAPAN WON THE LAST MATCH🇯🇵

notkenmasfan you need to stop your sugar daddy jokes

hinatashoyo Y/NNN

itsynupdates you’re so pretty:((

“I know! I’m so proud of Japan's national team.” You respond before moving on to greet your best friend. “Shoyo! How are you?”

iheartyn you’re so gorgeous. pls step on me

hinatashoyo i’m good!

hinatashoyo can’t wait to see you!!

notkenmasfan shoyo wtf are you doing here?

hinatashoyo why are you so rude to me?

You chuckle at Kenma’s comment, since the orange-haired man has no idea about Kenma’s fake account.

hinatashoyo can i join your live??

hinatashoyo let me show you your bf. he’s sleeping rn

ynxln safe flight angel✈️❤️

You raise your brow. “Is he?”

hinatashoyo he is. he said he’s depressed because you're not here

ynfan17 YOU HAVE A BF?!? WHY I DIDN’T KNOW THIS

notkenmasfan HE’S A LIAR. I NEVER SAID THAT

You chuckle and shake your head as you try to accept Hinata’s request. But a FaceTime notification from Kenma suddenly appears on your screen.

“Action expresses priorities.” They say, and God knows who your priority is.

“Why does he think you’re sleeping?” You ask your boyfriend once you can see his face.

Kenma chuckles as he pulls his duvet over his shoulder, getting himself more comfortable and warm on the bed. “I told him I’m going to sleep so he will talk to Kuroo, but instead, he joined your live.”

You nod at him while fighting the urge to not grin. “I see…”

Kenma could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and quickly hides half of his face with the duvet before you could see any sign of him blushing. “What? I’m not jealous, if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You argue and change the topic before he could say anything. “So why are you calling?”

He shrugs and starts to murmur about something but you could barely hear it since his mouth is buried under the cover.

“Ken, I can’t hear you. Get that blanket off your face.”

Kenma sighs and does what you said. “I said, I found a good place for us to have lunch together but nevermind cause I know you must be ti–”

“Shut up, Ken. Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Okay… I’ll pick you up at six am right? Qatar time?” He asks and you answer it with a nod.

Then, a split second later, a welcoming cheery sound from the air hostess reverberates through the airport, announcing your airline and flight number.

“Have a safe flight. I love you.”

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