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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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Christmas Lullaby

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader (feat. Kenma’s daughter, Yuki)

genre: fluff

wc: 2.3k

tw/cw: post-timeskip (reader and Kenma are married for xx years and have a child; also doting dad!Kenma), mild swearing. Also implied Filo!reader (yes, I'm kinda back with the 'Kenma-with-a-Filo-s/o' bs after a few months writing the last one last year).

a/n: this is my super-duper late entry* for @kenzumekodma's AUdvent Collab (domestic cliche/au) and @goldenshoyo / @adromedaichi's 2021 Holiday Collab (Day 18 - Holiday Songs), and also (since it's Father's Day today) for my Oh My Daddy! Collab. Thank you @memeingcheetah27 @tetsukentona @eunoji for betareading this + @xshinigamikittenx @beware-of-the-rogue for your kind inputs 🥺🥺🥺 ily all mwah ♥️ tagging @hanayanetwork @hqlabels @tokyometronetwork //more notes at the end of the post UwU

*hope I did my chosen prompts right and on point with the holiday theme *bows* i'm sorry~ /gen

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[13:40. Early December, present-day Japan.]

A notification popped up on Kozume Yuki’s smartphone, nearly startling the young business major student with its loud ping! and turned her head from side to side before checking it; she was inside the university library and doing some school work before her next class would start in a few hours. “A video post notification? From Mama’s Instagram?” she asked in a puzzling tone, grabbing her Airpods and swiping left on the notification banner to bring her directly to your video post.It was uploaded on your private Instagram account–handle name kodzuyn0504–about a minute ago, with the following caption: “January 20xx - Dada @/kodzuken1016 SINGS. And baby @/yuki.kozume loved it lol.” The thumbnail was pitch-black except for a dimly-lit white spot on the extreme right side, and her golden-brown eyes could make out a faint figure of her father sitting and carrying a small infant in his arms–her. This thumbnail alone brought back many childhood memories of her and her father. So, without a second wasted, Yuki pressed Play.

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[January 20xx. Tokyo, Japan.]

[03:14. Kozume Residence.]

You turned on your sleeping figure on one side of the bed, hand feeling through the sheets for your husband Kenma’s figure to reach and hug. “Ken…?” you mumbled, half-opening one eye and squinting through the dark for a silhouette of him. Now wide awake, you got up and sat on your side of the king-sized bed before turning on the night-light lamp, glancing at your phone’s screen that read ‘03:15’ and looking for him around the four sides of your bedroom. “Kenma?” Then you heard a soft staticky baby sound coming from the baby monitor, situated above the nightstand on Kenma’s side of the bed, a small screen illuminated in the dark, followed by Kenma’s soft yet husky awkward voice.

“Shh… Yuki-chan, you’re gonna wake Mama up.” You heard your husband chuckle as the screen flashed a top view of your daughter Yuki’s crib, blankets set aside on one side, and the baby nowhere to be found. Maybe Ken’s carrying her, you thought, smiling, as you carefully got up off the bed soundless, donned your robe and fuzzy cat slippers, and with your phone in hand tiptoed through the nursery sitting next to Kenma’s office/streaming/gaming room.

A dimly-lit ray shone through the nursery's ajar door, and you slightly peeked inside. Faint squeaking emitted from the rocking chair where Kenma was sitting, wearing his reindeer onesie over his old Nekoma VBC shirt (a Christmas gift from his former team captain, childhood friend, and Yuki’s godfather Kuroo Tetsurou… which he reluctantly accepted after some urging from you). Carefully carrying in his arms was your one-year-old daughter, Yuki, clothed in a matching Santa Claus onesie and hat (also a Christmas gift from her Ninong Tetsu).

Yuki’s tiny pudgy arms shot upward with open palms, trying to reach for the big red-rounded nose on Kenma’s onesie’s hood. “Dada… Dada…,” she squealed, tiny baby teeth peeking inside her smiling lips.

“Hm? What is it, munchkin?”

“Lalla, dada, lalla~” your daughter chirped happily, begging Kenma to sing a lullaby for her. In the years that you’ve known the famous YouTuber and gamer prior to your marriage and giving birth to Yuki, never have you heard him hum a tune or two, let alone sing a whole verse of a song. Even when you both traveled to your home country to visit your family, and for Kenma to meet your parents and ask them for your hand in marriage, when he was whisked off by your male cousins and uncles for karaoke night, he politely declined their requests to sing with them. (You, at one time, asked his best friend Tetsurou if Kenma was a bad singer, but the bastard just laughed like a hyena.)

“Want Dada… to sing you a song?” Your husband’s face softened and lowered his hooded head within the toddler’s reach, his red cheeks, and smug grin slightly hidden from your view. He sighed and brought a finger to his curved lips. “All right, then. Just one song, but don’t tell your Mama about this, okay? I don’t want her to know…” Kenma then placed a small kiss on the top of Yuki’s head. “This will be our little secret.”

Huh!? This son of a–why won’t he want me to know about his singing? You felt a small vein pop on your forehead as you noticed Kenma reaching for the baby monitor, turning it off, and setting it down on the nearby nightstand before he cleared his throat. You then opened the Camera app on your phone and set it to Video mode, aiming it at the unsuspecting father and child. Better record this and use it as blackmail, just in case tee hee~

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is to spend it with you

In a party or dinner for two

Anywhere would do

Celebrating the yuletide season

Always lights up our lives

Simple pleasures are made special too

When they're shared with you

You couldn’t help but be taken aback by how warm, velvety, and smooth his singing voice was, the same goes for when he speaks (albeit a bit awkwardly). It made your heart soar even further and fluttered for the love of your life, the father of your child, even more.

Looking through some old photographs

Faces and friends we'll always remember

Watching busy shoppers rushing about

In the cool breeze of December

Sparkling lights all over town

Children's carols in the air

By the Christmas tree

A shower of stardust on your hair

You zoomed in on the video slightly, focusing on Yuki’s expression. She was, in your opinion, kind of entranced by his father’s beautiful singing, her eyes wide and looking closely at Kenma, her tiny mouth forming a cute ‘O’ shape.

I can't think of a better Christmas

Than my wish coming true

And my wish is that you'd let me spend

My whole life with you

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is spending it with you

Kenma finished the song nicely without any mishaps. You stopped recording and saved the video immediately to your phone, switching back to Photo mode, just as Kenma turned the baby monitor on and put it back on Yuki’s crib. He then littered several kisses on both your daughter’s plump cheeks, causing her to giggle sweetly. “Oh my sweet little munchkin, Dada loves you very much!” he murmured, hugging his child into his arms for a while.

How cute, you thought, giggling quietly and silently taking a candid photo of them on your phone. You finally decided to go inside the nursery, wrapping the nightgown around your body more. “Hey, Rudolph! Why are you two still awake?” you asked, making Kenma jump from his seat and hold on to his daughter a bit tightly.

His reindeer head turned to your direction sharply, anxiety and embarrassment both shown on his face. “Shit… Y-Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” your husband asked, ignoring Yuki’s tiny pudgy hands patting his cheeks playfully. “I thought you’re sleeping…”

“I was also asking you the same thing, Kozume–and please, no swearing in front of Yuki,” you told him in a stern voice, ignoring his first question. Then you sighed and squatted in front of them, hand reaching out to gently rub your daughter’s plump cheek with the back of your index finger. Yuki leaned onto it a bit and nuzzled like a kitten; you chuckled. Checking your phone for a second, you said, “Yuki’s still supposed to be asleep–it’s five minutes past 4 am now.”

Kenma then carefully sat Yuki on his lap and began rocking the chair slowly to and fro, looking at you with a slight frown. “I woke up earlier and took a leak in the bathroom–don’t worry, I washed my hands before coming here–and before I went back to sleep I noticed this little Santa Claus sitting up and looking directly at the baby monitor with a pout on her face.” He adjusted the red Santa hat on his daughter’s head and grinned. “Turns out, Yuki accidentally dropped her Santa hat outside the bars of her crib and was on the verge of crying… so, I rushed in to check on her. Also, her bottle ran out of milk,” he added thoughtfully.

“What?” Your shoulders suddenly dropped their weight, and it was your turn to frown. “Kenma, you should’ve woke me up instead!” you whined, pouting like a child, and turned towards the door on the way to the kitchen, where Yuki’s sterilized bottles and baby formula are located.

“No,” your husband said in a reprimanding tone, quickly grabbing and tugging on the back of your nightgown, pulling you a bit. “You had an exhausting time at work this week, and you haven’t slept for two days straight! I couldn’t possibly let you go alone and check on Yuki without you accidentally bumping through walls and doors and cabinets and hurting yourself.”

“But–”

“No buts, Kozume Y/N. I can handle this by myself,” Kenma assured you, cradling his daughter on his chest as he carefully stood up on the rocking chair and set her down inside the crib before grabbing her empty milk bottle. “Don’t worry about me. Just go back to our room and sleep…?” His heart ached, as if an arrow pierced through it, at the sight of your saddened expression, a pout visible on your quivering lips, the same expression he saw on Yuki almost an hour ago. The gamer bit the inside of his cheek and stifled a chuckle with the back of his hand, causing your eyebrows to frown deeper and you let out a confused whimper.

“Sorry about that,” your husband apologized, clearing his throat and gently stroking your head with his hand, while he looked at you with a loving gaze. Then, Kenma thought of a bright idea, and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead. “How about the both of us sleep here, together with Yuki, in the nursery, hm? And while I prepare for her bottle in the kitchen, you stay with her and wait,” he said, cupping and caressing your cheek.

“Sounds good to me!” You replaced Kenma on the rocking chair, looking worriedly at him. “But, are you sure?”

Kenma nodded, a genuine smile flashed on his lips. “Of course! I want to help you in taking care of our daughter and I have to fully learn the art of child-rearing sooner or later. So, I practiced changing diapers and preparing the milk formula properly, and also asked my mom what she did when she had me years ago.” He walked outside the nursery but stopped near the door, turning his head at you. “I want to be the greatest dad, the greatest father that Yuki has… and I want to give you both a happy and lovable life that I could cherish for as long as I live. So, allow me to help you by being a supportive husband and father, okay? And don’t cry, please.”

You quickly wiped your tears trickling down your cheeks and smiled. “Okay! I won’t.”

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[A few minutes later…]

“Yuki-chan, Dada’s here with your bottle–?” Kenma came back to the nursery with Yuki’s new (warm) milk bottle and a big quilted blanket for you and him and saw you already snoring quietly on the rocking chair, with a sleeping Yuki laying on your chest, your arms hugging her. “Ah, they fell asleep. How cute.” He chuckled softly, setting the bottle and draping the blanket down on the crib before fishing his phone from his sweatpants’ back pocket and opening the Camera app. Your husband then took some candid snapshots of you and your daughter sleeping on the rocking chair, eventually choosing one as his phone lockscreen wallpaper, before slipping it back into his pocket.

“Yosh… time to drink your milk, munchkin~” Kenma murmured as he retrieved the baby from your arms, careful not to wake both of you up, and gently laid her down into the crib, strategically placing her milk bottle and favorite plush toy (a Hinata crow plushie) near her hands before giving Yuki a goodnight forehead kiss. “Now, then… time to rescue the princess~” Using his full strength, he carefully hooked his arms under your legs and back and carried you bridal-style, gently laying you down on the big and spacious daybed sofa adjacent to his daughter’s crib. He quickly retrieved the blanket from the crib and draped it over your sleeping figure, before snuggling himself beside you. Kenma wrapped his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him, your warm body flushed against his.

“Sweet dreams, my adorable and lovely wife. I hope you’d dream of me as you sleep,” he whispered into your lips, placing a sweet soft kiss, before he shuffled a bit and placed another one at the top of your head, nuzzling his nose through your hair and savoring your scent.

Tucking his chin above your head, he murmured ‘good night, Y/N…’ before his eyes slowly shut down into sleep.

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Bonus:

kodzuyn0504 January 20xx - Dada @/kodzuken1016 SINGS. And baby @/yuki.kozume loved it lol

kuroTetsuro wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

kodzuken1016 (c" ತ,_ತ)

kodzuken1016 @/kodzuyn0504 how did you??????

kodzuken1016 y/n take it down pls pls PLSSSSSS

yuki.kozume cute reindeer onesie papa 🦌🥰🥰🥰

yuki.kozume how nostalgic~ (*^▽^*)

kodzuyn0504 NO @/kodzuken1016 😈

kodzuyn0504 also i didn’t know YOU sing WELL that time wth

kodzuyn0504 AND A FILIPINO XMAS SONG TOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

kodzuken1016 yk i can hear you screaming in the next room lol

kodzuyn0504 i tried asking @/kuroTetsuro before if you’re a crooner but he 🤐🤐🤐

kuroTetsuro cuz I was forced to stfu @/kodzuyn0504 😭

kodzuken1016 😏🔪

yuki.kozume @/kodzuken1016 papa, when i get home after my exams, can i take a video of us singing a duet? And I’ll upload it on Tiktok? pretty please??? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kodzuyn0504 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kuroTetsuro 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kodzuken1016 @/kuroTetsuro stop it 🤦🏻‍♂️

kodzuken1016 hmm… sure @/yuki.kozume we can ♥️

yuki.kozume 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰

Notes:

This is another companion fic for my other works "Proposal", "Surprise!", "Pancakes", and "Dada!"

This is how Kenma's daughter Yuki looks like as a child ♥️

'Ninong' in our native language (Tagalog/Filipino) means 'godfather'.

The lyrics Kenma sung to his daughter as a makeshift lullaby are from the 90's Filipino holiday song, "A Perfect Christmas", by Jose Mari Chan.

Kenma really sings. The whole Nekoma team knew, unfortunately. How did they know? One afternoon, after club activities were over and cleaning of the gym was done and all, Kenma was the first one to freshen up in the gym's shower room. Then, as soon as the other Cats reached the room, they heard him singing in the shower, to the tune of the Pokemon theme song (lol). After that, they couldn't stop teasing the poor setter until he snapped at both Kuroo and Lev. Kenma really sings, yet he doesn't want to show it off to other people... especially his own wife! (Yuki's an exception, though 🥰🥰🥰) But, hey! Kenma can sing pop and rock songs, too (to the extent of his voice), not just anime/video game theme songs. Hmm... imo he can also do the Weathering With You theme song sung by RADWIMPS *shrugs*

I put on slash symbols in between the @ and the handle names in the bonus section of the fic coz I just noticed that Kenma's 'personal' IG handle name and a part of Yuki's are actual Tumblr blog URLs, albeit the former is a blank blog ://

#🎄.audvent collab #goldenshoyo holiday collaboration #ohmydaddycollab #hqlabels #tokyometronetwork #kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #kenma fluff #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #tahonet #tht.sinta #hanaya network #🐱saku.fic

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keisurou · 2 years

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bloom.

(ft. suguru getō)

for @kenzumekodma‘s audvent collab <3 thank you aurelia for hosting this and letting my join !! this is just a short drabble featuring a meet cute (?) between mechanic!getō and reader. please check out all the other works here!

Suguru Getō likes to play the nice guy.

Scratch that—he’s excellent at playing the nice guy. It's another reason why he teams up so well with Satoru, for all his relentless teasing because Satoru was born to frustrate the living daylights out of anyone with his sarcastic remarks and passive-aggressiveness.

But Suguru is far from just being nice.

Of course, he has his moments; like today, for example. He notices you before you see him. It takes you a while to find him amongst all the cars and machinery; he blends in with the lines, curving into each corner and crevice of his workshop before he finally comes out to the front desk.

You only catch a glimpse of his attire—the way his tank sticks to his skin in the sweltering heat, temptingly highlighting the ridges of his muscles underneath.

“Can I help you?”

You blink, focusing on his face. The corners of his lips curve up into a slow smile and you feel the warmth of it flutter along your skin all the way to your fingertips. “I need help with my car. It’s—it’s just parked outside but I can wait if—” the words die on your tongue as he leans forward, craning his neck until he can see the dark blue body of your car basking under the sun. You take a step back, and will your gaze to strictly stay above his shoulders. “I mean, if you’re busy, I can come by later.”

“No, it’s fine,” You unlock the car for him, and he hops into the vehicle. It’s a tight fit, and he has to push the seat back all the way before he can bend his legs comfortably. He starts the engine, and it comes to life unceremoniously before sputtering sounds erupted from beneath the hood. There’s a furrow between his eyebrows as he visibly cringes. “When was the last time you got it serviced?”

“I don’t—I mean, it’s not really mine..” He raises an eyebrow, and you trip over your words in your haste to answer him. “I stole it from my ex-boyfriend,”

This time, both eyebrows shoot up and you can feel the heat rush to your cheeks and you squirm under his gaze. “You stole it.. from your boyfriend..?”

“Ex. Ex-boyfriend.” You feel the need to correct him, and it’s baffling. You let out a little nervous laugh and it comes out a bit more jittery than you’d like it to be. “I’m not crazy enough to actually steal from my boyfriend.”

There’s a beat of silence. He steps out, and drops the keys into your palm. “Listen, I want to help, really but I don’t want to be fixing a car for a..” he trails off, takes in the glassy-ness of your red-rimmed eyes and frowns. “..a runaway? Is that—is it safe to call you that?”

You can’t help the wobble of your lips, and you hate how pathetic you must look right now. “I‘m not. It was my car but—” mortifyingly enough, you can hear a crack in your voice. “I’ll pay whatever it is. Can you fix it?”

He blinks. You can’t tell what he’s thinking; his expression gives absolutely nothing away but you’re blown away by how beautiful he is. It makes you terribly self-conscious, and you can’t help but wonder just how much of a mess you look like right now; how much of a loser you look like right now.

You are a loser. The memory of opening your front door to find your ex-boyfriend fucking your roommate rises to the surface, unbidden and without warning. The betrayal is still raw and the sting makes you bristle. You can’t help but cringe at your poor taste in men or maybe you were actually that unappealing.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll fix it but it’s going to take a while. You alright with waiting?”

“How long is a while?” You had looked around at the rest of the town before locating the garage. The lack of motels was worrisome. “Do you know if there’s any places to stay around here?”

You notice the way Suguru’s lips quirk up into a smirk; the way he leans back to take you in again, eyes giving you a lazy once over before he focuses on your face again. Your hands fly to your hair, smoothing or any lumps or bumps that may have been sticking out awkwardly. He breaks out into a smile, and now you’re a hundred percent certain that you definitely do look like a mess.

“I’m sure I can lend out my spare room for a few days.”

taglist -> @dabinby, @sohya, @lukehemmingsfan101, @jadasz, @namyari, @dylansbabushkaa, @toobsessedsstuff, @cemeiia, @noblesavagex, @theselfieofdoriangrayy, @katsukichu, @little-aruma, @Dontmindme:), @potaytopothato.

— those in italics couldn’t be tagged.

#suguru geto fluff #suguru geto x reader #suguru getou fluff #geto fluff #geto x reader #jjk fluff #jjk au #keisurou 🖌#audvent collab

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blueparadis · 2 years

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'Cause I want you to like me.

+themes: fluff, humour.

+pairing : Shinichiro Sano & Wakasa Imaushi x f-reader

+cw : none

+type : oneshot

+wc :0.9kish

+au ' notes : boss! Shinichiro and Wakasa being Wakasa. This a part of au-dvent collab hosted by @kenzumekodma | navigation links.

+exclusive tags : @httptamaki for Shin & @ambrodias for Waka ;)

Wakasa laid out his palm infront you & you placed a lollipop in his plam. He gleamed in amusement exclaiming,"ahhhaa she's useful shin!", turning his head towards Shinichiro. The urge to click tongue at sheer irritation got sedimented as noticed a pair of dark orbs was constantly staring at you.

Shinichiro was seated in his chair while Wakasa was being an absolute tease to his concentration was sitting upon the table. Your moist palm felt cold as you rested them on your thighs; even though you were vividly clothed. "Okay! We'll get to work from tomorrow." Shin added."Thank you, Sir", was your reply.

It's been two months since you joined in as P.A. yet not a days goes by this ivory haired guy doesn't get on your nerves. He's always been seen following Mr. Sano with a candy pop rolling in his mouth, most of the time. While Shinichiro Sano, your boss is cooped up in his cave. He's kinda hard to read since he has a slight stoic expression. Since you joined you've only seen him smile this one time when Mr. Imaushi brought two of his friends along with him. One was quite bold and big statured yet the other one was slim , had a scar upon his eye. Sano sir sure has collected a queer guys.

And now here you are sitting in your cabin buried in the debris of paperwork. "This is not what I expected", you murmured. A knock on the glass door startled you. You noticed how the lolipop glided from one side to the of his mouth as you left the seat. You hurriedly made your way for opening the door. "All set for next week?",he asks as he dashes into your zone. "Yep! Almost there!" Wakasa surfs his hands through the paperwork scanning through all the mess. "Had your lunch?" You looked at your watch realizing it's been already past thirty minutes since the lunch break. The lilac orbs took notice of your clumsiness as you bit your lower lip in disappointment.

"I forgot!—um—Sir"

"Yah ! figured!"

You bowed down your face trying to hide your embarrassment but your eyes fell into the man in black to the other side of the glassy-cabin. There he was standing at the opposite of door,busy in a call yet his dark googly pupils glued onto two of you.

You turned your head towards Wakasa as Shinichiro dashed into the room. "Waka, you're fired!", he states in a slight fury. "But I don't even work here",he protests plopping up his toffee. At that moment, as Shinichiro's focus layed on you again your jaw dropped thinking how easily you got fooled by Wakasa whom you totally mistook as one of the board members; who was just close to Sano sir.

Shinichiro snapped his fingers at you."You! My room! Now!"— as those words left your boss' mouth you grabbed your paperwork, more like snatched it from Wakasa shooting a glare at him. "And now she's mad! You made her mad, Shin " Wakasa's voice drilled into your nerves as you faded into the corridor clenching your plams around the cluster of papers.

The silence in the room was too much too bear; a familiar set of footsteps echoed through the room as the man entered in your room; sitting on the table just like Wakasa the other day. Your eyes quickly scanned him and switched onto the papers.

"Anger doesn't look good on you, Miss L/n" he states. Before your lips could even part a few staff came in so as to stack a pile of files infront of you. Your eyebrows heaved yet the low growl from your stomach betrayed your composure. As they left the room, Shinichiro crouched over opening the shelf beneath him. A packet of waffled cookies came into display. "Here,have some!"

"No Sir! I'm good"

"Eat. I know,you didn't had your lunch today" ,he adds and munches a cookie placing the pack infront of you.

"Now, then shall we begin,y/n', he exclaims shoving his hands into the pockets.The heat flushed into your cheeks as his sudden calling by your name knocked your senses low.

"Most of it is done, I'm only left with the guest list for which I need -

"my help",he cuts you off folding his hands into his chest. You nodded in approval. You started looking for a fresh set of papers yet suddenly out of nowhere you blurt out,"Does he really not work here?"

' that's not what I wanted to say. That was such a stupid question. It's a good thing that annoying man won't be here or not. Why do I care but I should ask like that. Haha! Clumsy me!' , thoughts kept bubbling until your lips parted in order to inhale a short breath. "I shouldn't have asked that, sorry sir. I really am", you pleaded.

Shinichiro tapped the pencil at the corner of your hands on the collection of papers, diverting your attention to it. While your sheepish eyes looked down on the paperwork he took a sip from his coffee mug.

While you cursed yourself for asking such a baseless question he exclaimed," he is getting fired because of you", he pauses for you to get your attention. The tip of your hands felt cold as you tried to turn your head slightly still looking down; his bold tone perforated your curiosity as he completed the rest,"he's fired 'cause I want you to like me." A short giggle reached your ears.

"but that still doesn't answer my question!", you protest out of nowhere gaining his acknowledgement with a beautiful laughter. "Ahh !", he takes a breather continuing,"You really are unique!", he adds noticing your pout as you try to calm your exploding emotions framing the guest list chart. "I'm in a big mess", you pondered as he paused his chuckle, trying not to look at you after such a prankish comment.

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tetsurousharlot · 2 years

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18+ ONLY MINORS 17 AND UNDER + AGELESS BLOG DNI OR BE BLOCKED

For @kenzumekodma's AUdvent Collab, thank you @httptamaki and @nocturnalazura for beta reading!

Pairing: Private Investigator!Shinsou x female reader

Warnings: 1940s au with one bed trope, all characters are 18+, mention of gun, mention of smoking, light sir kink, fingering, penetrative sex, minimal prep, mating press, porn with plot, slight mafia au but not really. I BLOCK MINORS 17 and under + AGELESS BLOGS. I do not own the characters.

Word count: just over 4k

Reds, oranges, and yellows color the sky as you arrive at your destination, black heeled oxfords clacking against the sidewalk. Chocolate brown bucket hat matches the wool trench coat, navy blue from your dress peeking out the bottom, as you walk up to the nondescript building. Pulling open the door, you thrust yourself into the slightly less cold of the building and walk down the halls, bypassing door after door until you get to the one you seek, the one that reads ‘SHINSOU HITOSHI’ and has ‘PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR’ underneath it.

Squaring your shoulders and steeling your nerves, you knock on the door. You hear the squeak of a chair, followed by heavy footsteps shuffling across the floor, before the door is thrust open and slicked back purple hair is the first thing you notice. The second being gray eyes, speckled with violet, as your eyes trail down the body of the man in front of you.

His eyes rake up and down your body, “what can I do for you, toots?”

You clear your throat and straighten your back, “I’m looking to hire you.”

“Well, come on in and have a seat,” he steps aside, gesturing for you to enter.

You step inside the one room office and look around as the door clicks closed. Dark wood flooring matches the desk, littered with papers and manila folders, in the back of the room with three light wood chairs surrounding it. A newspaper and paraffin lamp reside atop the desk. Three gray filing cabinets are off to the left of the desk with a lamp resting on top of the cabinet closest to the door. A green area rug covers the floor, light wood leg from the evidence board trapping it in place. Turning around to face him, your eyes land on a worn green couch against the wall next to the door, dark wood coffee table in front of it.

You claim one of the seats by the desk, sunlight filtering in from the window on the right, as Shinsou stalks over and sits opposite you, behind his desk. The sunlight hits his eyes, making the violet of his eyes shine, as he squints them and leans forward to grab the cord, angling them in the opposite direction to block the sun from his eyes.

He folds his hands under his chin, eyes locked on yours, “so. . . what do you need my services for?”

“Someone is after me and I need to know who.”

“Got any proof, sweetheart?”

Pulling a folded piece of paper from your jacket pocket, you slide it towards him, “I found this slid under my door this morning.”

Dropping his hands, he leans forward to grab the piece of paper, eyes moving fast as he reads it, “well, toots, you are in quite the pickle.”

“Can you help me or not? I’m on a time crunch and I’ll need time to vet someone else,” you stand indignantly and hold your hand out for the note threatening your life.

“Take a seat, toots. I’m not whistling dixie so, as long as you got some greenbacks, I’ll take your case.”

Sitting back down, you meet his eyes, “what will this cost me?”

“I charge $30 an hour with $80 upfront plus expenses. After the case is completed, I take the 80 off of your final invoice. But I need more info before I decide whether to take your case or not, toots.”

“What do you need to know?”

“Someone is after ya. Means you did something or saw something you shouldn’t have. If you want my help, you gotta tell me the whole story, toots.”

You purse your lips before letting out a deep sigh, “alright. It all started last week, when I was leaving The Boulevard Room after work; got the night shift so it was after three. Heard a scuffle from the alley as I passed by, turned my head and saw two figures fighting. A shot rang out and one dropped to the ground. I ran but I guess the other guy must have seen me. Then I got that letter.”

“So you need protection? Why didn’t you go to the fuzz for help?”

“I tried. They didn’t care, didn’t believe me. You’re kind of my only hope here,” you say, letting out a shaky breath.

Shinsou’s eyes study you: the quiver in your lip, the way your eyes are glued to the floor, the way you wring your hands together, the way your body shakes, despite the tough front you try to put up.

He releases a sigh, “okay, toots. I’ll take your case.”

Your head shoots up in disbelief as thinly veiled relief swarms in your eyes, “really?! You will?”

“What kind of man would I be if I let anything happen to a dame like yourself?”

You give him a soft smile, “thank you. So what’s the first step?”

“Normally, I’d say you go home and I investigate, give ya a ring in a couple of days, but you’re not gonna be safe there. So, uh, we’ll go to your home, pack some clothes, and stick you in a motel room. You’ll stay there while I investigate.”

Nodding your head, you stand up as Shinsou shrugs on his coat and escorts you out the door.

Shinsou unlocks the door to your motel room, stepping through the door before you to make sure there’s no one in it. Having been given the all clear, you enter the room, suitcase in hand. You place your suitcase on the bed as Shinsou pulls the burnt orange curtains closed tight. You rub your oxfords against the ugly brown carpeting of the motel you’re being stashed in.

“Alright, toots,” he flicks your head. “You stay put. Don’t open the door for anyone but me – I’ll give three sharp knocks, like this,” he gives three rapid knocks against the nightstand. “I prepaid for a week – we can add more to it, if I’m still investigating. I’ll bring you food every day. Don’t call anyone – not your friends, your job, not even me, got it? No one. Only call me if it’s an emergency, okay?”

Rubbing your hands together nervously, you nod your head, “what will you be doing?”

“Investigating,” he says with a wink. “Before I go, need anything?”

Your eyes moving around the room, you let out a shaky breath, “I’ll be safe here, right? No one can find me here?”

“Y/n, you’re safe here, okay? I promise,” his hands rest on your shoulders in reassurance. “The room is under an alias. We weren’t tailed. No one will know you’re here except for you, me, and the broad at the front desk. And she doesn’t know who you are. You’re safe here and I’ll make sure you continue to be safe until this is over, okay?”

“Okay. I’m putting my faith in you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, toots. Only hope and all that,” his eyes sweep the room once more before staring down at you. “Now there’s just the down payment.”

“Oh! Right!” Turning, you reach for your purse on the bed and fish out some bills. “$80 as discussed. It’s all there but you can verify, if you want.”

Licking his fingers, he quickly counts the bills, “Pleasure doing business with ya, toots. Try, uh, try not to think too much about who’s after ya, okay? I know it’s easier said than done but, uh, you’ll drive yourself mad if you focus on it.” His hand rests on top of the television, “the small screen can be a great distraction.”

You smile softly and nod at him as he crosses the threshold, “lock the door and stay away from the windows. Keep the curtains closed.”

And, like that, he’s gone and you’re left alone with your racing mind and racing heart.

True to his word, Shinsou brings you food every day. Over the course of the week, you have every meal – breakfast, lunch, and dinner – with him. The first few days are silent, only the sounds of forks and knives against the plates with the television going in the background fill the motel room before Shinsou leaves you alone with your thoughts again.

Eventually, you’re able to engage him in conversation. You talk about your families – both of your parents died young. His parents are still alive and he has a baby sister. You started your career because the pay is good. He started his because he wanted to help people. You shared stories about your childhoods and your hopes for the futures in between updates about your case. He’s been scoping out your club during business hours and staking it out after hours but hasn’t seen or heard anyone asking for you, effectively putting the case at a dead end.

Shinsou throws the napkin on his plate as his gray eyes capture your y/e/c ones, “I’m not giving up, though. It may take a bit longer but, eventually, they’ll show up and ask for ya, doll. It’s just a waiting game. I’m gonna go pay for another week and then get to The Boulevard Room again. See if anyone turns up tonight.”

“Can I go with you?”

“No. It’s too dangerous for you.”

“But what if I can recognize him?”

“And give him what he wants, put you in danger?”

“It’d be worth it if we catch him. And you’ll be there. You can protect me!”

“Doll, I told you – no,” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I gotta go. Stay here. Lock th – “

“Lock the door, stay away from the windows, keep the curtains drawn tight and watch the television. Same as I’ve been doing all week, Hitoshi.”

“Y/n, I . . .”

“It’s fine,” you turn to face the television, sitting on the bed with your back facing him. “Just go. Work. I’ll be here like a good, little girl, all locked up.”

Shinsou’s mouth opens and closes before he walks out of the room, closing the door without waiting for the confirmation that the door is locked and heading to The Boulevard Room.

Shinsou’s been at The Boulevard Room for three hours now and, just like the past week, he’s gotten bupkis. He pinches the bridge of his nose before downing his shot of whiskey, tossing some bills on the table. He’s about to give up for the night and leave when the mention of your name makes his ears pick up.

“Can’t believe the broad was cockeyed to gain the attention of Diamond,” one goon from the table over speaks in a hushed voice.

“Bassiano ‘Diamond’ Nicastro? How did she get involved with him? I’ll find out later. Important thing is I finally got the name of who’s after her,” Shinsou thinks to himself before his eyes widen and his heart breaks into a sprint at the next words he hears.

The other man’s eyes covertly roam over the room before speaking, “did ya hear he finally found her? She was MIA for a week but he located her holed up in some seedy motel room. He’s on his way there now.”

Shinsou casually exits his booth and exits the club to not tip off the two goons inside. Once he’s free from their line of sight, he breaks into a sprint in the direction of the motel you’re stashed in. He gets to the motel in record time and races to your room, finding the door broken down.

“Shit!” He pulls his gun from his holster and carefully enters the room to see clothes strewn about, coffee table and bed turned over but no you and no angry mobster. “Okay, there’s no signs of struggle – just a ransacked room. Maybe she got out or found a hiding spot,” he thinks, putting his gun away.

“Doll?” He whispers as he walks throughout the room, looking for clues as to what happened to you. Finding nothing, he moves to the bathroom, searching there for signs you got free as the smell of smoke reaches his nostrils. His eyes zero in on the window being cracked, unnoticeable to the average eye, and he opens the window, calling out, “doll? Are ya out here?”

With no response, he moves back into the main room, looking for your suitcase and placing it on the bed when he finds it. He walks throughout the room, picking up and packing up clothes that aren’t destroyed before he grabs the suitcase and closes the door, paying the bill at the motel desk. Suitcase in hand, he heads back to his office to exhaust all options and call in some favors to find you. Unlocking the door to his office, he steps through it only to be met with a punch to gut and his gray eyes look up to see. . . you, phone book in hand. Seeing that you’re okay, all the pain subsides and the suitcase drops to the ground with a thud as he stands up straight and takes one long stride towards you.

His hand wraps around the back of your neck, cradling your head as he captures your lips with his, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip before you part your lips, granting him entrance. Your hands move to his shoulders, one sliding to grip his hair when you part, your heavy breaths filling the minimal space between you both.

Your eyes search his gray ones wildly, “Hitoshi, what – “

“A lead finally turned up when I was at The Boulevard Room, but they said you had been found. When I got to the motel, the room was ransacked and you were gone,” he wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you close to him. “I was so worried I had lost you. How did you get out?”

“Don’t be mad but I was going stir crazy. Lit a cigarette to ease my nerves but it didn’t help. . . so I left the room, hid by the far side of the building when Diamond showed up and walked to my room. At least, now I know who’s after me. I immediately ran here.”

“In this one instance, it worked out that you left,” his hands cup your cheeks. “I’m just glad you’re safe, doll. I don’t think I could live with myself if anything happened to you. We gotta get out of here, though. Motel is out so we need to hide you somewhere else.”

“But where? It’s pretty obvious he’ll find me at a motel if we go to one again.”

“I have a safe house. You can stay there.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the middle of nowhere, standing in a one-bedroom house located just on the outskirts of town. The only difference between arriving here and from when you arrived at the motel is that Shinsou holds your suitcase in one hand and your hand in the other.

He places the suitcase down, gray eyes meeting yours, “make yourself at home, doll. Just don’t – “

“Go outside? Leave?” You smirk at him.

“Yeah, both of those, doll,” his hand rubs his neck nervously. “Uh, guess I’ll just head out, then.”

Rushing forward, you grab your hands in his, “would you stay the night? I . . . don’t really want to be alone right now.”

“Okay, doll. I’ll stay.”

And that’s how you find yourselves at the one singular bed in the bedroom. His hand rubs his neck nervously again.

“I can just sleep on the couch.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m not making you sleep on the couch. Besides, you can protect me better if you’re next to me, right?” You look up at him with doe eyes.

“You sure you’re okay with sharing a bed when we’re unwed?”

“I’m not so bothered by that like most women are.”

He gives you a soft smile and you both get ready for bed, taking turns in the bathroom. You climb into bed just as he turns out the lights and silence fills the room.

“Uh, good night, doll.”

“Good night, Hitoshi.”

Darkness still covers the room as you shoot up with a sheen of sweat forms on your face. Next to you, Shinsou stirs and sits up.

“Doll? What’s wrong?”

Launching yourself at him, you try to calm your breathing, “I just had a bad dream. I dreamed that Diamond found me and I wouldn’t be safe anywhere.”

His hand rubs your back soothingly as you peer up at him, same doe eyes drawing him as you press your lips to his and throw your leg over his waist. You press your lips to his and he deepens the kiss as his hands move to massage your thighs. Grinding your hips against his, you feel his cock twitch and harden.

Breaking the kiss, you look at him through hooded eyes, “Hitoshi, make me forget. Please?”

“You sure you want this, doll?”

“I’m sure that I want you, Hitoshi,” you roll your hips against his again. “Please, sir.”

His groan vibrates against you, shooting sparks right down to your pussy and causing you to clench around nothing. He flips you both over so he can rest on top of you as he brings his lips to yours. Kissing you deeply, he slides his hands up your thighs until they dance around your folds. Pushing your panties to the side, he inserts two fingers and scissors them inside you.

Your moans fill the air as you claw at his back, hips grinding against his hand, “Hitoshi, need more, please.”

He groans as he adds a third finger and your fingers move to the front of his pajama shirt to undo the buttons. He removes his hand from you, slick coating his fingers as he slides his shirt off and tosses it to the side before bringing his fingers to your lips.

Darkened gray eyes meet yours as he gives a command, “suck.”

You wrap your lips around his fingers, tongue running along the ridges, as you moan around his fingers and lick them clean.

“Good girl, following instructions,” he bunches your nightgown in his hands before pulling it over your head, leaving you almost completely bare to him.

His eyes darken even more as they roam down your body and he places a kiss on your neck, trailing down until he gets to your chest and attaches his lips to your breast. You arch your back into his mouth as he sucks harshly, tongue licking at your newly pebbled nipple. Your hands fly to his hair, pulling on his locks, as you shove your breast further into his mouth and rut your hips against his fully hard cock.

Your legs push his pants down and he kicks them off as he releases your breast with a pop. Hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties, he looks at you for confirmation before he slides them down.

Gripping his cock, he gives it a few pumps as he lines up the tip with your folds, “last chance to change your mind, doll. I may not be able to stop.”

You press your lips to his softly and wrap your legs around his waist, “I want this, Hitoshi. I want you.”

He deepens the kiss as he slides his cock inside your walls, swallowing your moan as he bottoms out. He stills as he waits for you to adjust and, when you nod your head, he pulls out until just the tip remains before slamming back in. You break the kiss, head falling back against the pillows, and your moans fill the room. He ruts his hips against yours, pubic bone rubbing along your clit, making you gasp out as your walls spasm around him.

“Please, sir, need more.”

He pushes your knees up to your chest as he angles his hip, rocking you both forward with his thrusts. He angles his hips, rubbing against the spot that makes you see stars, and you release a stuttering gasp into the quiet of the room. The only sounds are the moans from both of you and the slapping of skin against skin as you brace your hands against the headboard, slamming your hips against his.

“Hitoshi, gonna cum.”

He captures your lips with his again as he brings his thumb to rub harsh circles against your clit and he speeds up his thrusts. You cum with a loud moan, juices coating his cock, as his hips stutter and he gives another harsh thrust before pulling out, white coating your thighs. Breathing heavy, he collapses against you to catch his breath.

Your fingers play with his purple locks until he lifts his head up to look at you, “I think I’m falling in love with you, doll.”

You give him a soft, happy smile, “I think I’m falling in love with you, too, Hitoshi.”

Flopping on his back, he pulls you to his chest and wraps an arm tight around his waist. You trace shapes on his chest as you gnaw on your lip, guilt eating you up inside, and his hands moves to rub up and down your arm.

Taking a deep breath, you break the silence, “I didn’t tell you the whole story.”

His hand freezes on your arm as you continue, “it’s true I didn’t know who was after me when I first came to you but seeing the scuffle isn’t why he’s after me. Something fell from his pocket moments before the gunshot rang out. I picked it up and put it in my coat pocket. It was a diamond, specifically The Pink Legacy diamond.”

His breath hitches and there’s a beat before he answers, “Where is it now?”

“Buried, with my parents.”

His lips press the top of your head, “I’ll take care of it in the morning.” His hand cups your cheek, forcing you to look up at him, “I will keep you safe.”

You give him a soft smile and close your eyes, leading to the best sleep you’ve had in days.

True to his word, Shinsou took care of it. You woke up alone the morning after but he left a note, explaining that he went to get the diamond and that he was going to set up a meeting with the mobster you landed yourself in hot water with, Bassiano “Diamond” Nicastro. He never told you what happened at that meeting and you never asked, but you did see the newspaper that Shinsou brought you as confirmation it was all over.

The title “MOBSTER GOON JAILED, NICASTRO DEAD” in bold, black letters allowing you to take a true breath for the first time in weeks. It’s over. It’s really over. You’re safe. Your watery y/e/c eyes meet Shinsou’s gray ones, purple more vibrant in the morning sun, two days after he left to procure the diamond and meet with Nicastro.

Running into his arms, you give him a big smile, “thank you, Hitoshi.”

“You’re welcome, doll,” he wraps his arms tight around you as he captures your lips with his. “So what are you going to do, now that you’re out of danger?”

“I’m not completely sure. Back to the same old life, I suppose,” you rest your head against his chest as he stiffens. “Actually, no, there is one thing I’d like to change about my life, one thing I’d like to do, now that this mess isn’t hanging over my head.”

His arms tighten against your waist as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “and what’s that, doll?”

“You know, I came to you because you were my only hope. . . but, now that the reason isn’t I need you in my life, I want you in my life. I think I’d like to be only yours.”

“I’d like that a lot, doll,” chuckling, he releases a shaky breath and tilts your head up to capture your lips in his.

You smile into the kiss before deepening it, dreaming of the bright future you have in front of you, “good because I’m giving you all of me.”

Notes: 🔍 whistling dixie is 1940's lingo for wasting your time 🔍 greenbacks is 1940's lingo for paper money 🔍 cockeyed is 1940's lingo for crazy, impossible, stupid. In this case, it's being used in place of stupid.

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kenzumekodma · 2 years

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pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader

wc: 1819

warnings: fluff, probably canadian spelling, no beta we die like men

a/n: happy holidays, and merry christmas eve to those who celebrate! this is my submission for my au-dvent collab, my chosen au being the ever classic coffee shop. as with all my fics, regardless of if they’re fluff or smut, please do not interact if you’re either under 18 or don’t have an age in your bio

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Working a closing shift on Christmas Eve is certainly less than ideal. You’d thought as much when you first saw your schedule two weeks ago, and you thought so when you walked into work this afternoon. Still, you’d thought, if there’s any upside to it, it’s that hardly anyone would want to be out at a café in a snowstorm the night before Christmas. Not when they could be home with their families

You really wish you’d been right when your last coworker leaves for the evening. At 7:30 on the dot, she left you with the only seated table in the whole shop and an apologetic smile, mouthing I owe you, sorry! through the frosted glass as she walks to her car. Sure, the table’s not particularly rowdy, but as time ticks on, they’re no closer to leaving at 45 minutes to close than they were an hour ago.

You close up as much as you can without drawing their attention. One by one, the desserts and various teas and coffee blends are put in the walk in fridge, organized, and shelved as neatly as you can manage. All that’s left is the last slice of apple pie you’ve been eyeing since you walked in for your shift. Your manager had promised that if it was still there at the end of the night, it was all yours, and that thought has gotten you through countless boring hours since the sun set.

“C’mon, open mine!”

You look over to the table of men you’d nearly forgotten were there. The excited voice looks to belong to a tall, muscular man with a kind face and golden eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll open it. You have no patience, Bokuto,” a smaller man replies. His tone is deadpan, but the grin he can’t hold back betrays him.

His hair is tied back out of his face, black fading to blond, and gold eyes, you’ve never seen a man so ethereally handsome in your entire life. He tears into the wrapping paper of the box in front of him, revealing a clamshell case that has the telltale red spine of a Switch game, and he smiles wider.

“Is this why Akaashi was going through my game collection last week?” he jokes.

“Maybe! I had to make sure it’s one you didn’t already have, Mister I-Literally-Own-A-Gaming-Company,” the man with the spiked hair shoots back. “Do you know how hard it is to shop for a pro gamer?”

“I shop for myself all the time, it’s not so bad,” the slender, apparent gamer counters. “Thank you,” he says to Bokuto, sliding the game into his bag. You notice the table’s more wrapping paper than wood, your cue to offer to clean up. You walk over to their table with a well practiced customer service attitude.

“Everything’s tasting alright?” you ask, and the men nod. “How about that paper? I can get that out of your way for you.” The two men with dark hair, one with remarkably styled bedhead and the other with striking blue eyes and glasses, gather the paper together into a manageable ball and pass it to you.

“Could I get another coffee?” asks the bespectacled man.

“Sure can,” you say, and you make your way back to the coffee bar.

“Akaashi! It’s half past nine at night. You’re going to be up all night if you have another one,” the one with the rooster-like hair crows.

“I’m 26, Kuroo. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Akaashi responds.

You giggle to yourself at their banter, looking up from across the room to watch them. People watching has always been one of your favourite parts of the job, just watching people interact together but separate, inhabiting a shared world alone.

These guys, you think, act kind of like a family would. They act like they’ve known each other since they were kids, and you don’t even mind that you’ll probably have to pick up a handful of straw wrappers that look like they’ve been blown across the table. In a way, it makes your heart yearn to be with your own friends. You know your friend group had already set up plans for the day after Christmas and for New Year’s Day, but you can’t help but miss them. A longing glance to that piece of pie you’ve been pining for all afternoon fills you with confidence, and you slide it onto a plate.

“Your coffee,” you say to Akaashi brightly, setting it down in front of him.

“Thanks.”

“And, this is on the house. You, uh, just kind of seem like an apple pie kind of guy,” you say with as much confidence as you can muster, setting the slice of pie in front of the man with the bun. He looks up at you, pink dusting his cheeks.

“Thanks. It’s my favourite,” he says quietly. Kuroo notices his friend’s reaction and steps in quickly.

“Why don’t you join us? It’s our fault you’re still at work this late on Christmas Eve, the least we can do is invite you to stay,” he offers.

“I, uh,” you pause, but think what the hell. “Sure, thanks.”

You flip the sign on the door to say closed before you sit and chat for a while. You learn they really are a family of sorts, friends from nearly a decade ago when they played volleyball together. Now, only the man with the spiky hair, Bokuto, still plays. And really, you think, he’d need that kind of energy to be on the court. Of the other three, Kuroo works behind the scenes in promotion for the Japan Volleyball Association, Akaashi works as an editor, and the last man, who you’ve come to learn is named Kenma, he’s a jack of all trades in the gaming world.

Before you know it, it’s time to lock up and go home. Your new friends wait for you outside the door as you put the last few things in their places, flick the light switch, and finally lock the door behind you. With everything going on, you hadn’t noticed just how much it had snowed since you came in until now. You groan out loud, realizing if the sidewalk plows haven’t come yet then they’re not coming at all.

“This is fine, this is fine,” you mumble as the wet chill from the snow soaks its way through your jeans and socks. You hear a soft voice chuckling, and you turn around to stick your tongue out at the offender. Kenma’s laugh gets louder as a snowflake lands smack dab in the middle of your tongue.

“Y’know, I think it’s good luck or something to get hit in the face by a snowflake. Can’t hurt to make a wish, right?” Kuroo pipes up. You roll your eyes, but close them and make a quick wish anyway.

The five of you fall into an easy rhythm, the men having offered to walk you to your bus stop so you wouldn’t be cold and alone. Akaashi, Kuroo, and Bokuto form the front line as you and Kenma fall behind.

“What did you wish for?” he asks.

“I can’t say, not before Christmas at least. You know if you tell someone it won’t come true!”

“Do you think it will?”

“I really hope so,” you smile, hoping you can brush the heat rising to your cheeks as a response to the cold. You walk a few more minutes in a comfortable silence before you set eyes on the familiar scene of your bus shelter.

“Well, this is me,” you announce. “Thanks for everything, I’m glad to have met you,” you say, smiling. “Get home safely, okay?” you add, waving as you walk to the doorway of the shelter. Kenma’s friends wave back. Just before they start back off on their own way home, you feel a tug at your sleeve.

“Let me know when you get home safe, too, yeah?” Kenma insists. He holds out his phone with a new contact page open.

“Yeah, alright,” you say, smiling despite the sudden shyness. Taking his phone from him, you input your contact details. You look up and notice he still had his eyes on you, a soft look crossing his face. From behind you, you hear someone clear their throat.

“Not to alarm you or anything, but if either of you would look up instead of staring at each other, you’re under mistletoe,” Akaashi says. Simultaneously, you and Kenma look up.

“He’s right,” you say quietly. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” you add quickly.

“Can I, uh, can I kiss your cheek?” Kenma asks, and you nod quickly. His lips are soft and warm against your freezing cheek, and you swear from the few seconds of contact your body starts to feel warm and tingly. You really wouldn’t mind having the faux-blond kiss your cheeks again sometime soon, but you don’t say as much out loud, opting instead to take his hand in yours as you press his phone back into his slender fingers. Kenma’s eyes dart back to his friends who are quietly cheering him on.

“Thanks,” he murmurs.

“No problem,” you reply, taking your bottom lip between your teeth gently.

“Be safe, alright?”

“I will be, I promise. You’d better be, too.”

“I will,” he promises, and he’s off with his friends again, trekking through the snow to the warm shelter of home.

The bus ride home is a quiet one. Every so often, you’ll think about the mistletoe and a little smile will tug at the corners of your mouth. It’s a short while before you arrive at your front door, stomping your boots to clear off the excess snow. Almost as if it has a supernatural sense of timing, your phone rings with a text message.

unknown number: did you get home alright?

unknown number: it’s kenma, by the way

y/n: just walked in the door!

y/n: what about you, did you get home ok?

kenma: i did :)

You smile at your phone. Setting it down on your bedside table, you shuffle around your apartment to get ready for bed. It’s just about midnight when you hear your text tone go off once again.

kenma: it’s 12:01

kenma: technically christmas. did you get what you wished for on the snowflake?

You think back to earlier on in the night when you wished you’d be able to talk to Kenma again tomorrow. Technically, as he had pointed out, today, now. Maybe Kuroo was right and it was good luck to wish on a snowflake. Or maybe this was the only present you’d be getting from Santa now that you’re an adult. Either way, your night is ending so much more perfectly than you could’ve imagined when you woke up this morning.

y/n: i just did. merry christmas, kenma :)

kenma: merry christmas :)

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bakuroo-writings · 2 years

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For @kenzumekodma's AUdvent Collab! Thank you @nocturnalazura for beta reading!

Tattoo Artist!Kuroo x female reader, 930 words

Summary: During the Holiday season, you get your first tattoo from one (1) Kuroo Tetsurou, who has a unique way of distracting you from the pain, leading to what could be the best present ever.

Warnings: no pronouns used for reader but one gendered (female) nickname, reader gets a tattoo*, needle mentions, cheesy pun pick-up lines, suggestive pick-up lines/comments, I think that's all?

*this does not depict readers skin tone. It is just to show the tattoo reader is getting.

“Okay, are you ready, pretty girl?”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you steel your nerves, you nod your head, “I’m ready.”

Mischief lights up Kuroo’s eyes as the sound of a needle buzzing fills the air. Black latex gloves pull your skin tight as the needle digs into your skin, starting the outline of the first flower, as your hands grip the chair arms.

“Fake a smile, but all I can see is empty boxes and trees. . . Another year not in a coffin, growing up or whatever you call it. . . Sometimes you get what you got, but it’s not what you wanted at all. . . This is not another Christmas song (Fu la la la, fu la la la)” plays from the speakers as Kuroo brings the needle against your arm.

“Relax, pretty girl. Take deep breaths for me, okay, gorgeous?”

You nod your head and focus on taking deep breaths, eyes watching as the needle pierces your skin.

You gnaw on your lip nervously as your knuckles grip the arms harder. ‘Maybe this was a bad idea. But he’s already started so it’s too late to turn back now.’

“Hope your grip isn’t that hard for everything, kitten,” he gives you a wink as he wipes away some of the link to see the lines before bringing the needle back to your skin.

A smirk finds its way to your face, “Buy me dinner first and maybe you’ll be able to find out.”

“So you’re saying you want to find our combined volume by displacing the liquid in my waterbed?”

“That’s so cheesy,” you laugh, smiling brightly.

“You didn’t lab it?” A joking pout forms on his face.

You roll your eyes as you answer, “I didn’t say that. I just said it was cheesy. But it was also kinda cute, like you.”

“Well, you must be a compound of barium and beryllium because you’re a total BaBe.”

A chuckle falls from your lips, “Are you this smooth with all your clients?”

Music and the buzzing of the needle fill the air as you wait for his answer, heart beating so fast that you’re sure he’d hear it if not for the music. He lifts the needle and moves from the first outline to the second, wiping away the ink as needed.

“On clients? Not with the chemistry pick-up lines,” he admits after a beat. “In general, when there’s someone I’m attracted to? They never land.”

You can’t keep the smile off your face at his words, “Are you made of fluorine, iodine, and neon? Cause you’re F-I-Ne.”

“Are you made of beryllium, gold, and titanium? You must be because you are BeAuTi-ful,” he replies as his heart flutters and butterflies form in his stomach, cheeks rosy from your own pick-up line.

The music changes and new lyrics play through the speakers, “Outside the carolers start to sing. I can’t describe the joy they bring cause joy is something they don’t bring me. My girlfriend is by my side. Pick her up while hanging sickles of ice. Their whiny voices get irritating. It’s Christmas time again.”

“You must be made of uranium and iodine, because I can see U and I together.”

He moves onto the third and final flower outline, brows furrowed in concentration, “Your body must be made of oxygen and neon because you are the ONe.”

“Do you have 11 protons? Cause you’re sodium fine.”

“Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you.”

A chuckle falls from your lips as heat rushes to your cheeks again, “Okay, I give up. I’m officially out of chemistry pick-up lines.”

“Ah-ha! Victory is mine!” He cheers as he finishes the lines before moving to add in the pale pink and violet.

Easy conversation continues between you and Kuroo as the color gets added to your tattoo until he finally turns off the machine and puts the needle down. He grabs the soap and water mixture, spraying it on the finished tattoo as he wipes a paper towel over it.

“Okay, all done. Take a look and tell me what you think.”

You lift your arm and turn it this way and that, inspecting the tattoo, “I love it!”

“Great!” He takes his phone and takes a picture of the tattoo before wrapping it in the bandage and giving you care instructions, peeling off his gloves as he does. You get up from the chair and start to head to the front desk as he cleans up his station before turning to you, calling out your name and you turn back to him.

“You’re actually my last client of the day. If you don’t mind hanging around, we could go get dinner after?” He rubs his hand on the back of his neck, nervously waiting for your answer.

Your hand grabs his, linking your fingers together as you give him a soft smile. “I’d like that a lot.” You give him a smirk, “I hear chemists do it on the table periodically so, maybe after, we can go back to my place and form a covalent bond?”

“You know, you’re the first to tell me chemistry pick-up lines back,” he chuckles as a bright smile forms on his face and red covers his cheeks again. “I think you walking into my shop for a tattoo just might be the greatest Christmas present ever.”

Giving him a soft smile as his thumb rubs the back of your hand, you’re inclined to agree and think he might actually be the one whose body must be made of oxygen and neon.

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tetsurousharlot · 2 years

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For @kenzumekodma's AUdvent Collab, for which it is very late and I am very sorry it is.

Pairing: Firefighter!Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

Word count: 1,112

Warnings: female reader (no pronouns used, but reader is called good girl and princess and Iwa is referred to as reader's husband), daddy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink if you squint, praise, mentions of ovulation, mentions of pregnancy, porn with plot if you squint, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, no prep, light praise, no beta reader, all characters are 18+. MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT (i.e. like, comment, reblog, follow). I BLOCK AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS 17 AND UNDER.

Closing your car door, you smile up at the firehouse, excited to surprise your husband. You run your hand over your light blue sundress as you walk through the doors, eyes greeted with the familiar glaring yellow of heat resistant suits and black helmets. . . or they would be if the hooks weren’t empty. Your fingers running along the stone walls as you take the familiar route to Iwaizumi’s office. Seeing his back facing away from you through the clear walls, a smirk forms on your face as you quietly open the door and sneak up behind him, putting your hands over his eyes.

“Guess who?”

You feel his eyes crinkle and the muscles on his face move under your hands as his deep voice rings out, “and what are you doing here, love?”

“I can’t surprise my husband at work?” You drop your hands from his eyes and pout.

Turning around to face you, he places his hands on your shoulders before cupping your cheeks, “of course you can. I love when you surprise me at work.” He pecks your lips quickly, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. “Just wasn’t expecting to see my amazing, loving wife here today.”

“What can I say? I miss my big, strong, hardworking, firefighter husband,” you respond as you grip his muscular arms, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

“I think you have some ulterior motives, love,” he wraps his arms around your waist, smirk on his face. “I see the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. My good girl miss daddy’s cock?”

“I always miss daddy’s cock,” you bite your lip before reaching to kiss his lips. “Are we alone?”

He groans as he feels his cock harden before he turns you around and presses you between his body and his desk, “yeah, the guys are about a block away, doing some drills. I stayed behind to do some paperwork.”

Arching your back, you rub your ass against his hardened cock and bring your hand to grab at the hair by the nape of his neck, “ah, so that’s why most of the uniforms are gone.”

His lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly as he grinds his hips against yours, “do you really want to talk about my coworkers right now, love?”

Angling your neck to give him more room, you let out a quiet whine, “not at all. In fact, I was hoping we wouldn’t need to talk at all.”

“Works for me, love,” he sucks harsher on your neck, marking you as his. “This is gonna have to be quick, you know? The guys could be back at any second. No time to prep you.”

“That’s fine. Just need you in me.”

His pants constrict further at your words, “fuck! That’s my good girl, always ready for daddy’s cock.”

His body heat leaves yours as the click of a belt reaches your ears before he roughly pulls white lace down to your knees and spreads your legs, pressing his body against yours and lining his leaking cock up with your folds. A groan falls from his lips as he sinks into you, his hips flush against yours. He gives you a moment to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in, ripping moans from both of you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as you push your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts and bringing your hand up to grip his hair, “Fuck, daddy, so deep. Breed me.”

His lips graze your ear as he groans out, “Want me to fill your tight cunt with my cum? Maybe fuck it back into you? Make you a mommy so you can be round and full with my baby?” His hands cup and knead your breasts as he rocks into you, tip kissing your cervix and veins rubbing against your walls making you moan out loudly. “Make these round and full with milk for my baby?”

Arching your back, you press your breasts into his hands as your stomach starts to tighten, “Well, I am ovulating right now.”

His thrusts stop, hips pressed flush against yours as his hand cups your cheek, turning your head towards his, “Say that again.”

“I’m ovulating. Want to see if today is the day you start a family with me?”

His lips claim yours before resting his forehead against yours, “You’re not leaving here until you’re good and pregnant, love.”

You open your mouth to respond but he pulls back and slams into you harder, ripping the words from your mouth as the only thing escaping it is your moans mixed with his name. His hand snakes its’ way to your clit, rubbing harsh circles until you coat his cock in your juices. You fall against the desk, hands holding yourself up as he thrusts harder, using you for his pleasure until he cums with a roar, painting your walls white.

Slumping against your back, he pants in your ear, “This was the best surprise ever. I love you so much, princess.”

Loud shouts come from down the hall, Iwaizumi sighing as he pulls out and tucks his cock back into his pants before grabbing your panties up your legs and snapping them back into place with a light slap to your ass. He pulls your dress down and turns you around to give you a quick kiss, “Get home safe. I’ll see you tonight and we can continue this.”

You return the kiss, hand on his chest, before patting his cheek and leaving his office, making your way to your car and heading home.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Keys jingle in the door and you wipe your hands on the towel on the counter, dinner simmering on the stove. Grabbing the item you left on the table, you jump into Iwaizumi’s arms kissing him deeply, as he catches you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Well, hi, love. This is quite the greeting.”

Smiling brightly, you kiss him again, “How was work?”

“It was fine. What’s got you so excited?”

Smile still on your face, you hand him the item as answer. Taking it from you, he looks at it confused before his head snaps up to yours, “You mean. . .”

Nodding your head excitedly, you smile even bigger if that’s even possible, “We’re gonna be parents, Hajime!”

Cupping your cheeks, he peppers kisses all over your face before dropping to his knees and pressing a kiss to your stomach, “Daddy loves you so much.”

You smile softly at him as you run your hand through his spikey, brown hair, ecstatic to finally be starting the next chapter of your lives.

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