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sleepyxxhead · 10 months

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Could u do Haikyuu setters getting mad at their s/o because they missed their game because they were busy? Thank u 💕

A/n: I’m so bad at writing angst but why is this such a good ideafjdkla;jfdskl TY FOR THE REQ!! I’ll do a pt. 2 with more setters/characters if you guys req.! Please req. more characters for me to do <3

Genres: angst | comfort

Characters: Kageyama Tobio | Kenma Kozume | Akaashi Keiji | Oikawa Toru

Kageyama Tobio - Please don’t leave me!

wc: 321

You were sitting at your desk, getting some work done as you heard the door close. “Tobio?” You call out.

No response.

You found him sitting on your shared bed looking angry. “How’d you do, darling?” you ask tenderly.

“We won,” he mumbled with a scowl on his face.

“You don’t look like you’re too happy about it. What happened?” you sat down next to him on the bed.

He looked at you with a hurt expression on his face. “Why didn’t you come..?”

Your eyes immediately widened in shock. Guilt poured over you. “Tobio-”

“That was a really important game to me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“I’m so sorry, I was busy with work-”

“You’re always busy with work!” he shouted out, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re never there!”

“Tobio…” you whisper, tears of guilt and shame streaming down your cheeks.

Kageyama stood up, and walked out of the room. “Tobio..? Where are you going?”

“Tobio?” You ran after him, desperation rising in your chest. How could lose this? How would you live without him?

“TOBIO!” You cried out, bowing down on your knees.

Hearing the absolute anguish and distress in your voice, Kageyama turned around.

“Please don’t break up with me! I’m so so sorry! I’ll never miss a game of yours again! I love you with my whole heart so please don’t leave me!” You sobbed with misery, feeling the end drawing close.

Kageyama took a step towards you and kneeled down. The sound of misery and desperation in your voice hurt his heart too much to leave you. He tapped you on the head with his finger.

Looking up, you saw a broken version of Kageyama. His expression was calm, but his eyes full of hurt, his face wet from tears.

He stared into your eyes for just a second and pulled you into the tightest hug you had ever received.

“I love you too.”

Kenma Kozume - I forgive you

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Kenma: we won. omw to your house

Y/n: congrats! ily <3

Read at 8:23 p.m.

Kenma unlocked your front door with the spare key you gave him. After greeting your mom, he headed to your room.

“Kenma! Congrats!” you wrapped him up in a bear hug. “Kenma?” You tilted your head to the side, confused as to why Kenma looked so disappointed.

“What’s wrong, Ken?” you asked him.

“Nothing,” he whispered, looking at his feet.

“Kenma. Was it me?”

He turned his head towards you slowly, meeting your eyes. “I guess I’m just… mad at you.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, what did I do?”

“It’s more like what you didn’t do…” he trailed off. “I wish you would’ve come to my game.”

He looked away from you, tears in his eyes. It wasn’t apparent, but Kenma actually cared about volleyball. He cared about a lot of things other than video games. He searched through the crowd to find you, hoping that you could find time to come, but he realized that you weren’t going to show up.

“Kenma…” you watched as he wept silently. “I’m so so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not!” you yelled, fighting back tears. “I wasn’t there for you when it really mattered!” You wrapped him up into a hug, holding on tight. You couldn’t lose him. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me; I’ll come to all of your games from now on!”

“Y/n…” Kenma mumbled through tears. “I forgive you.”

Akaashi Keiji - Paradise

wc: 435

“Akaashi?” You looked up from your laptop, hearing the door open. You’re eyebrows creased when you saw the angry expression on his face. “Is everything alright, darling? I thought you won.”

“We did win,” Akaashi mumbled bitterly. “You would’ve known that if you came, though.”

He tore off his coat and shook off his shoes before heading to your shared room. “Akaashi?” You followed him to your room, seeing him pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry I was busy-”

“You’re always busy! You’re never there! You’ve come to one of my games in the two years that we’ve dated each other! This is something I care about! HOW COULD YOU NOT CARE!?” He shouted at you as tears fell down his face.

You stood in the doorway in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t bare to see the one you loved so much with so much pain and hurt in his eyes, but yet again, you were the one who had caused it.

You stood in silence as you watched him storm off and down the stairs. Suddenly, a thought appeared in your mind. I’m about to lose him.

Instantaneously, your feet started moving. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you yelled after Akaashi. “Please don’t leave! Let me fix this! Akaashi I love you!”

The front door slammed shut. It’s over. You’re paradise is leaving you.

You crumpled up into a ball, sobbing, mumbling to yourself, “Please don’t leave. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

Akaashi went on a walk. He needed to clear his mind. He was so angry at you, but the way you looked so broken when he left made him feel so guilty. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his head.

That’s it. She’s going to leave you.

His eyes widened at the sudden thought. Almost as fast as the thought came to him, he turned around and started sprinted towards home.

He opened the door, breathing heavily, to find you curled up into a ball on the ground, sleeping. He noticed that your eyes were puffy and your face was wet. Seeing you like that made him feel absolutely terrible.

He dried your face with his thumbs and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to your bedroom and tucked you in. After he took a shower, he laid in bed next to you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. Please forgive me…” he said, voice shaking.

Your sleeping body wrapped your arms around Akaashi and pulled him closer. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest.

Oikawa Toru - Addicted

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“Y/n, how could you miss that game! How could you miss so many games! You’re always too busy! Why can’t you just show up for once!” Oikawa shouted at you.

“I-I’m sorry Toru.” Your voice shook as you saw tears racing down his face.

He looked at you, the agony in his eyes stinging you.

“I’m sorry! You’re right! I’m never there when I should be! But please…” you trailed off, hot tears staining your face. “Don’t leave me. Please forgive me! I’ll show up to every ga-”

“I forgive you…” He looked to the side. “How could I not… When I love you so much? I love you so much it hurts. I get butterflies every time I see you! My stomach does flips when I hear your name! Y/n, your love is like a drug and I’m addicted. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!”

You stood in front of him, eyes wide with shock.

“I’ll always forgive you Y/n. No matter what you do, I’ll always love you too much. No matter how painful, I’ll forgive you! No matter how-”

You wrapped your arms around Oikawa’s torso, holding him so tight you thought you might break his ribs.

“I forgive you, Y/n,” he whispered, holding you close. “I love you too much not to.”

A/n: OMG WHY IS ANGST SO HARD TO WRITE? My heart hurts. I hope yours does too. That’s how I’ll know I did my job 🫡. Have a nice day cutie <33

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nemowasfound · 1 year

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“'M tired…”

Kenma “Kodzuken” Kozume

X sleepy reader

Kenma smiled as his boyfriend snuck into his streaming room.

(y/n) climbed into his lap, snuggling into his neck. Kenma smiled at him.

“Tired baby?” he asked

(y/n) nods, hugging him tighter, slowly falling asleep.

Kenma smiled once more and rubbed his lovers back before continuing his game, talking to his chat.

‘Omg you guys are so cute’

Zamn never been so jealous of a dude🥲’

‘Ha gay’

Kenma sighed, continuing his stream while his boyfriend napped on him. Once he wrapped up the stream, his lover slowly woke up, looking up at kenma smiling.

“Well hello there, sleeping beauty~” kenma said, giving a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Hiii…” (y/n) responded, kissing his boyfriend’s lips.

“Let’s go cuddle in bed, yeah?” Kenma asked, receiving a nod.

Just a short lil fic for my beloved🥰

#kenma kozume #kenma fluff #haikyuu #haikyu kenma #kenma x reader #kenma x male reader #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyu x male reader #x male reader

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favficbirthdays · 6 months

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Happy Birthday

Kenma Kozume (16th October)

Haikyu!!

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palatteflags · 1 year

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Kenma Kozume from Haikyuu!!! based Cupioromantic moodboard~ ^^ For an anon! Hope you like the look!!

Want one? Send an ask~! -mod Jay

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step-on-me-khun · 2 years

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Your Voice Ch.10 - timeskip Kenma x Reader

[|9|] - [|11|]

still inconsistently updated - a warning will be placed here for chapters after this as they may be a bit more suggestive or smutty

Warning(s): a little suggestive

Word Count: 1589

Taglist: @jaundrew @kaieoh @zjmbaek @bqkuho3 @kryptidkova @yuriewolfhard @lucyrocks86 @yukihime-mikeys-girl

!!if you are tagged, message me if you want to continue to be tagged in smut chapters - if your age is not visible on your acc you won't be tagged!!

Kenma's eating habits weren't the healthiest. You found that out after a few trips to his house. He would rely on snacks and takeouts more than actual meals, so you decided to help him by making him meals every day and teaching him how to make and prepare them properly. Kenma was always grateful for your company and presence. His heart would flutter whenever you smiled at him.

"You're staring again," you complain, hiding your face from him as you sat opposite him at the kotatsu.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," Kenma apologises as he eats his food. "I'm just so grateful I have you," he admits.

"You always say that, and it doesn't hurt to help. I love you," you fidget with your food before taking a breath and calming yourself down. The two of you were still getting used to saying those words. When you tell Kenma you loved him, he would blush severely, and you would do the same whenever he told you his feelings.

Making sure Kenma was well and looked after was a priority. You knew how to take care of yourself, and so did Kenma, but it did piss you off when you saw his food wrappers and the ever-increasing pile of laundry.

All you ever achieved in terms of intimacy was kisses, cuddles and short makeout sessions.

There were times when you wanted to unleash your feelings onto him. You loved Kenma so much, and whenever you thought about how lucky you were to have him, you would feel yourself heat up. It was always a chore to try to shake those feelings off.

You were deep into daydreaming as Kenma sat by his desk, streaming while you lazed nearby. The concentration on his face kept you staring at him. That was all you could do: stare at him as he worked.

You kept quiet, not wanting to alert the stream that you were there. Although you and Kenma had been together nearly four weeks, the both of you decided not to tell anyone - not even viewers or friends about it. There was no rush to flaunt your relationship yet. It didn't make you anxious, so why ignite that anxiety by telling anyone.

The more you daydreamed, the more tired you became. Now and then, you would get distracted by a few words escaping Kenma's mouth as he addressed the chat. After a minute or two, you would return to your daydreaming state.

You were patient like you always were. Sometimes a stream would be half an hour, maybe even six hours. It didn't matter. Being in the company of someone you loved was more than enough for you.

As Kenma got to a particularly tricky part of his game, his eyes lidded, and he bit his lower lip. It frustrated him that a small obstacle got in his way.

That's when your imagination truly got the better of you. It was just a tiny thing Kenma did, and it nearly set you off.

If Kenma weren't streaming, you would have gotten up and trapped him in his chair. You would have made him want you right there and then. Your body heated up as your thoughts got lewder.

"(Y/N), are you all right?" Kenma's soft voice asks.

You blink a couple of times before looking up at Kenma, who had stood up from his seat.

"Hmm? Yeah, sure, why wouldn't I be?"

"Your face is red,"

"Oh,"

Kenma groans before speaking, "if there's something that's bothering you, just tell me,"

You sigh, "Kenma, nothing is bothering me. You just looked so handsome while you were concentrating," dismissing thoughts you had.

"Why was your face red?"

Stop, no, not now. All you could do right now was avoid Kenma's cat-like eyes.

"I don't think now's the right time to talk about it," you loudly complained, your face growing redder than before.

Kenma seemed to have taken the hint and stopped asking you. But before Kenma could do anything else, it became clear why you avoided answering. Kenma wasn't stupid, and as he realised you were growing needier, his face reddened.

A ping came from Kenma's phone, and as he glanced at it, his eyes turned towards the computer.

"I didn't end my stream," Kenma explains, his face going from red to white within an instant.

So his audience heard all of that. Mentally, you wanted to scream and hide. No one was supposed to know you were dating, but now that might be obvious.

"Give me a minute to turn everything off," Kenma says, stiffening up while he sits back at his computer.

As he finally ends the stream, lines of questions rush up the screen. A few of his viewers knew, and the others concluded while sifting through other comments.

You sat there waiting, hiding your head in your arms. As the screen turns black, Kenma looks toward you.

"I think a few people know now," Kenma admits shyly.

"I'm sorry," you apologise.

"Don't do that. It's not your fault,"

You felt bad and ashamed. Maybe if you had kept your mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened.

"Also," Kenma starts, "Kuroo and Shoyo were watching, and they know,"

"I'm sorry,"

Kenma sits beside you as you internally panic. But was it worth panicking? No, not really. Kenma seemed calmer than you were, and it did help you to shake off the fear you felt.

"Do you think I'm overreacting?" You ask.

"No, not really," Kenma responds, "you can't help what sets you off. If it's something that makes you anxious, then I suppose you can't help it,"

Kenma was someone who always knew what to say and knew how to combat most problems. Even if Kenma wasn't too good with dealing with emotions, he wanted to offer you some comfort. Affection was something that Kenma was still getting used to after all. It's good that you were willing to give each other time and space when needed.

"You don't think I've been too pushy with certain things, do you?" You ask anxiously, fiddling with your fingers.

Kenma sighs, attempting to calm his anxieties about the subject, "you've been giving him hints, and there's nothing wrong with that," he tenses up as he stares at the ceiling. As he regains his calm composure, he sighs again, "it's just something that makes me worried. I don't want to hurt you," Kenma turns his gaze away from you.

"Aw, you're so sweet," you tease, cupping his face and turning him towards you.

"I didn't want to talk about it, but with what you've been doing, you've kinda been making me needier,"

Your face heats up, and your eyes widen as you realise what Kenma just told you. It would be easy to take control now, and with Kenma being the person he is, you doubted that he would take advantage of what you did.

As you realise what you thought, you find yourself pinning Kenma to the floor next to where you sat. You were acting without even knowing.

Usually, when it got too far, you would stop and give each other some space to cool off. But nothing had happened.

Maybe it was too soon.

But as you sat there, straddling him, Kenma didn't seem tense. It was as if he was waiting for you to do something, and that's why he didn't look surprised.

You begin to feel a little guilty that you weren't giving Kenma any time to react. But as the look on your face grew sadder, Kenma tugged on your elbows, your faces inches from each other.

As your lips finally touch, Kenma's hand moves to the space between your shoulder blades, keeping you close to him.

You weren't skilled at kissing. You were both getting used to it, but with time, you became comfortable with the soft kisses you gave each other. Passionate kissing that led to makeout sessions wasn't rare, but they left you breathless afterwards.

Your bodies got hotter with each kiss. Eventually, each soft kiss became heated to the point that you were fighting each other's tongues.

But you wanted Kenma to yearn for you and make him want more. And as your lips disconnect, your teeth tug on his lower lip, making him groan out a little in pain.

A soft but playful smile gets offered Kenma's way, and he watches you so closely as you leave kisses from his chin to his neck.

Kenma's breath hitches as you near the sweet spot on his neck.

"Hey, Kenma, I-" Kuroo shouts, nearly breaking down the door.

You both remained still, eyes furrowing into Kuroo's soul.

"Did I barge in at a bad time?" Kuroo teases.

"Get out!" Kenma shouts.

"Catch you later, lovebirds," Kuroo chirps as he leaves.

You were more disappointed than embarrassed - and more annoyed than anxious.

But would Kuroo keep what he saw to himself? It was what you hoped, but he would be teasing the two of you when he next saw you.

"Well, that's dampened the mood," you sadly complain, attempting to move off Kenma.

Kenma pulls on your arm again, giving you a stoic look as he does.

"Kenma,"

"You're not going to tease me like that and keep me hanging," Kenma pouts, "we've waited long enough, (Y/N), and if that bastard comes back, then I'll just threaten to change the locks so he can't come back,"

You giggle at how devious he was. How could you say no to a face as cute as Kenma's?

please do not steal what i write. don't translate and post on another site

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aehr-canter · 2 years

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send this boy home

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moonsong1027 · 2 years

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Kenma x Kirbie (@lilacelixir) Wedding commission

a/n: Omg, I had so much fun with this! It was so cute to write and create! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it for you!!

w/c: 1017

If someone would have told you 4 years ago that you’d be marrying a man that you met through online gaming, you’d laugh in their face. Yet, here you are, sitting next to your now husband, surrounded only by your closest family and friends, in an old castle in Italy. Kuroo and Hinata laughed over how you proposed to Kenma first, much to his annoyance, but after seeing what he planned out to propose, you wished you would have waited. Although you had the recording from the stream that night set as a live lock screen for your phone, his shocked face being one of your favorite things to look at.

He was in the middle of streaming when you had sent one of the two cats you had both adopted when you first moved to tokyo to live with him, into the room with a note attached to her collar. She hopped right onto his desk and rolled over onto her back waiting for him to pert her. Once the round he was on ended, he noticed the note and read it. Face turned bright red as his eyes widened having read what you said. He looked towards his camera and stated in a flustered state, “Hey, uh…I’ll be right back guys…I think I’m getting married.” before pausing the stream and running into the living room where you were. He was upset that you beat him to it, but made you promise to let him propose to you at a later date since he was already in the process of planning it out.

A month later, he had booked a trip to America, to your hometown. He had planned an entire visit with your family, and while you were helping in the kitchen with your mother, Kenma set aside any anxieties he had and asked your father for his blessing. It was something so small, but meant so much to you that he cared about your parents' approval. The last day of your trip, Kenma had taken you to the park where you had your first in person date. A few months after you two had begun dating, he begged to be able to see you in person, which led to him planning a surprise visit with the help of your parents. Basically, he made this proposal a full circle to your first real date together. He had a small area set up for a picnic so you both could stargaze before heading back home the next morning. When you both were ready to head back to your parents house, he popped the question, and even though you had already asked him a month earlier, it still brought tears to your eyes.

The two of you decided against the stereotypical “white wedding'', in fact, it was more of an elopement than anything else. Having shared your vows privately the evening before, and instead of exchanging rings, have gotten matching “‘til death” tattoos on your ring fingers. You also refused a white dress, feeling as though that would make things too “formal”, and if there was one thing about yours and Kenma’s relationship, it was anything but formal. Your dress was a gorgeous nude tulle gown, decorated with black, lace butterflies and jeweled embroidery. It was exactly what you pictured when thinking of running down long castle hallways. Kenma adorned a rich, red, three piece suit. The two of you looking like you stepped out of a goth romantic fantasy novel.

A smile had never left your face since the start of your morning, and even though Kenma tried his best not to look as lovestruck, he too wore a small smile throughout the evening. As you looked around the table, you couldn’t help but think that the two of you really outdid yourselves. Having always been the chill and Lowkey couple, even with only your closest loved ones being invited to celebrate this day with you, everything was still so elaborate and fantasy-like. And you knew as soon as you post the photos you get back from the photographer, that Kenma’s fans are going to go crazy.

Kuroo made a joke about “How did Kenma, who never leaves his house, find someone before me.” Kenma quipped back that it was because all of Kuroo’s pickup lines were trash, which resulted in a mock hurt reaction from said man and the table erupting into laughter. Kenma made a smug face toward his best friend while taking a bite of cake. Conversations were being shared around the whole table. Stories of you and Kenma as children being shared by your parents, stories of your highschool years being shared by your and his best friends.

The whole night was spent sharing loving memories of both of your childhood, back to when you first got together and the shared memories you have now as a couple, to now, the most important people in both yours and Kenma’s lives celebrating the beginning of new memories to be made as a married couple. It made you grateful for the decision of keeping things small and intimate, because you're sure if you had a big wedding, things would not have been so meaningful to the two of you.

Leaning your head on your, now husbands, shoulder, you try your best to burn this whole moment into your brain. Wanting to remember every detail of one of the best days of your life. Kenma reached for your hand under the table, giving it a squeeze to grab your attention.

“You okay?” he questioned.

Nodding your head, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just trying to take in the moment.” Kenma hummed as a response. Deciding to tease him a bit, you questioned him. “You still like me, right?”

Rolling his eyes, already being used to your antics, he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks as he answered. “Yes I still like you. I Love you. Married you, even.” He finished with a kiss as your photographer snapped the photo that would turn out to be your favorite from the whole wedding.

Playlist

Join me in death - HIM

Killing Lonliness - HIM

James Dean & Audrey Hepburn - Sleeping with Sirens

Eternally Yours - Motionless in White

Still into You - Paramore

#MoonSongs.Ascendents #haikyu commissions #Kenma Commissions #kenma drabble #haikyu drabble #haikyu x reader #haikyu kenma

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shibaraki · 7 months

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new original illustration by furudate — movie release date set for 16th february 2024 !!!

#LOOK AT KENMAAJSDJD #THEYRE SOOOO CUTEEE AAAAAH IM MAD I MISSED THE ANNOUNCEMENT IN REAL TIME #haikyuu #hq #haikyu #kozume kenma #hinata shoyo

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svnarin · 3 months

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⊹˚₊‧ random boyfriend texts messages

featuring! tsukishima, kenma, kuroo

TSUKISHIMA KEI

KENMA KOZUME

KUROO TETSUROU

a/n! i hate chemistry with a burning passion 🥰

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | repost, modification, and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited.

#⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 : 𝐇𝐐 #tsukki x reader #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smau #haikyu smau #hq smau #kuroo smau #kenma smau #tsukishima smau #tsukishima x reader

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favficbirthdays · 2 years

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Happy Birthday

Kenma Kozume (16th October)

Haikyu!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu!!#haikyu #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu kozume #haikyuu kenma kozume #haikyuu kozume kenma #haikyu kenma #haikyu kozume #haikyu kenma kozume #haikyu kozume kenma #hq kenma #hq kozume #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #fictional birthday #october #october 16th

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euphoricimagination · 5 months

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𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

Feat. Nekoma & Inarizaki -> Part 2 [Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani]

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Nekoma

You arrived later than you expected, just on time for the club, So you didn’t get to see your dear team until much later

When you enter the gym, you see a…strange view

No one in the team was happy

Yaku and Kai didn’t have any expressions on them, Lev was pouting aggressively, Fukunaga had a frown, Yamamoto was mumbling words and Kenma was nowhere to be seen.

The girl that was supposed to replace you for the week was walking besides a very annoyed Kuroo, who was pushing the cart with the balls

Weird, considering that doing that was the basics for being a manager

They were so out of it that none notice the sound of your shoes, weird considering how attentive they are

“Ah Kuroo senpai, thank God you helped me! I’m so small and weak that I wasn’t able to push it over” you heard her say, making you cringe at the sentence

“Yeah, whatever” said a disinteresting Kuroo

And that’s when you confirm that something was really wrong, Kuroo was never this dismissive

“What’s happening? Everything ok?” you asked making Kuroo turn around with a relief smile on

“Oh hi, Kuroo senpai was just helping me since you know, I’m so small and weak” says fluttering her eyes at him

“It’s just pushing the cart. It has wheels on it…” You gave a disbelief look to Kuroo, who just rolls his eyes “it’s not that hard”

“Maybe for someone as big as you it wouldn’t be so difficult!”

That was it for Kuroo, who quickly move to your side giving you a hug

“Well, guess you can leave now that our manager is back. Bye”

"Kuroo-senpai!! Stooop! I can stay here too!” says stomping her feet

The whole commotion cause everyone to look at you, and you swear you heard a collective sigh full of relief

Quickly enough you felt a bunch of arms around you, a bunch of head pats and a ton of screams of your name

Which quickly was interrupted by a loud scream by the girl “KYANMA!!”

You look at the stairs where Kenma was standing shaking slightly with big eyes. The girl tried to get close to him, yelling “They are being mean, Kyanma!” but he just runs away towards you

Yes. Run. He hated her, she was so loud and desperate, Kenma literally couldn’t stand her.

“You’re back” says Kenma hiding behind you, showing more happiness that you ever have seen from him

So happy that he went to hug you tightly, he really missed you

“Anyways, now that our team is finally complete you can leave. Please go out” says Kuroo

“Agh! Fine! I’m way too good for you anyways!”

She sends you a look full of venom, but you didn’t really notice it

After all, you had a clingy Kenma hugging you tightly and the rest of the team waiting for one

Inarizaki

After your small break reached an end you finally were ready to go back to your boys

They were having a small hangout in the Miya household

They tried to be sneaky about it, not wanting to invite the girl that was replacing you

But sadly for them, she somehow knew and crash into them before you could arrive

She’s the first person you see when you enter their house with the spare key they gave you

“Who are you?” she asks with her eyebrow raising

“Ehh…I’m Yn, their manager. You helped them while i was out?” You ask back, confused at her sudden presence

“Yes…I actually think I should be the new manager! After all I play like 17 sports and definitely know more than you about sports. What do you think this is? Cheer? Not like it’s a sport, but whatever” she says with a overconfident smirk

In the meantime the guys that were already in the house starting to appear into the hall, confused at how loud her voice was being

“Anyways! Why don’t you leave? A girl like you probably doesn’t even know a thing about sports! We’re gonna play videogames while you probably just want to paint your nails or whatever!”

“Who says you’re staying?” Atsumu says, frowning

“Ha Ha, you’re so funny Atsumu! Of course I’m staying” she says nervous

“No, you’re not” Osamu adds

“I’m sure we can all hang out tog-” you try to say

“You shut it! I bet you don’t know anything about the sport!” She says to you despite you trying to help her

“Really? You barely even know what we play, you just join because you wanted to see hot guys” a voice behind you says, Suna entering the house as he passes his arm through your shoulders

The girl immediately went pale, stammering the next sentence “well…well, I mean, of course I know!”

“Sure, that's why you asked 'if we knew' the rules of basketball yesterday. Just leave, nobody wants you here anyway”

She scoffs annoyed, looking at the rest of the team as if asking for help, which she doesn’t receive. She scoffs one more time, walking towards the door and leaving as she shoots a glare towards you

“You guys are so mean” you say, receiving a chuckle

“She deserved it, if anything she just hinder our practice” Osamu adds

“Besides, nobody talks about our beautiful manager like that” Atsumu hugs you along side Suna

The rest of the team also comes to hug you, and while they were a bit rude, you knew that they only had good intentions

You love this foxes too much

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Note: a little something about my boys, also, I cringed way too much while writing this

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yuu-kumeii · 5 months

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Your husband says he's not the clingy type.

But sometimes he'll just suddenly walk into the room and plop himself on your lap, curling into himself to make sure every part of him is in your warmth. Smushing his face into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. Taking your hand and putting it on his head, a signal for you to start playing with his hair. Letting out sighs of content in between his little 'I love you's, it feels like both of you are ready to doze off...

And then he'll get up and walk out like it was nothing, leaving you there baffled, confused, and betrayed. He does this multiple times a day too. It happens so much that you automatically open your arms the second you see him, ready to be swallowed up in his figure —for what you assume to be 5 minutes—.

Your husband says he's not the clingy type, but do you really believe that?

SAKUSA, AKAASHI <333, Kita, Osamu, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Kuroo (He would walk past you just to see your reaction)

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

── FIANCÉ!JNT / FEM!READER SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

my one and only all my life!

꒰ premise ꒱ : the nhk’s special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup’s future wives-to-be!

꒰ content ꒱ : haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. mini-series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

series soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

⁞ ‘✎ — vie’s love letter ؛ ଓ series updates irregularly. extremely suggestive at times (no explicit smut). mentions / allusions to sex or intimacy. sfw + fluff.

꒰ haikyuu!! masterlist. ꒱

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (01)

⌗ relationship advice with ; atsumu miya. rintarou suna. wakatoshi ushijima. shoyo hinata.

the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (02)

⌗ truth or drink with ; koutarou bokuto. morisuke yaku. kiyoomi sakusa. tobio kageyama.

the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (03)

⌗ would you rather with ; motoya komori. kourai hoshiumi. aran ojiro. kenma kozume.

due to popular demand, the nhk has organized another live special with the monster generation’s fiancées! tune in for this segment of would you rather + a surprise game with our special sponsor! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (04)

⌗ QnA with ; tetsurou kuroo. hajime iwaizumi.

the fiancées of the jnt’s staff get a turn in the limelight in an all new special broadcast, a couples QnA spanning their several happy years of romance together! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (05)

⌗ reading thirst tweets with ; tobio kageyama. wakatoshi ushijima. kourai hoshiumi.

this nhk segment is brought to you by the schweiden alders! thirst tweets with the jnt alder members, but not of them— they’ll be reacting to thirsts for their fiancées! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (06)

⌗ two truths and a lie with ; shoyo hinata. atsumu miya. koutarou bokuto. kiyoomi sakusa.

with the jnt’s msby members comes two truths and a lie! it's a battle between two lovers; who knows the other better? ❤︎

── ONESHOTS .ᐟ

coming soon !

── EXTRAS .ᐟ

HEY, FUTURE HUSBAND . . . ( ASK EVENT )

⌗ event status : closed!

FIANCÉE’S JOBS

⌗ answered ask !

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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classyinnie · 2 years

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Kenma understands what it's like to be talked over and interrupted. Especially in a large group, he knows what it's like to be ignored because people can't hear him or think his opinion is irrelevant. It had never bothered him because it would take more of his energy to keep talking anyway. But when it comes to you, he finds it unacceptable.

Kenma was half-listening to you talking about a recent experience, but he didn’t fail to notice how you stopped midway and gradually lower the volume of your voice. Someone in the group changed the subject while you were still speaking. When he realizes you've been purposefully ignored, he can't help but abandon the game he's almost finished with and devote his full attention to you.

One glance at your glum expression, had him putting down his phone, turning to face you, and in a gentle voice coaxes you to, “Continue. What were you saying?”

Just seeing your face light up made him completely invested in your story. He honestly wouldn't mind ignoring the group conversation for you – never wanting to participate in it in the first place – as he finds what you’re saying more interesting. Eventually, Kenma would excuse you both to pull you in a quiet place so he could listen to you “better”. Your voice is his favorite thing, and making sure you feel heard has always been his number one priority.

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hxltic · 1 year

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“YOU’VE NEVER SQUIRTED?” KENMA

part 1 | part 2

It was actually a really awkward conversation in the kitchen of his apartment. The fresh toast sizzled against your fingers as you removed it from the toaster, the sun shined bright through his black curtains without quit, and because it was in his disposition to be up ungodly hours, you incorrectly assumed he’d hibernate in his room so you planned to head to your friend’s house for breakfast in a full face and clothes you never wore. Or technically, a full face and clothes you only wore out to places you cared about. Otherwise, you didn’t really dress to impress.

500 FOLLOWERS?!

Footsteps sounded from afar and you retrieved the jelly from the fridge mindlessly.

“Where we going?”

Kenma taunted from his seat found on the island stool. You assumed he’d just woken up, accompanied with doing his daily hygiene because his soft voice still had the slightest rasp to it.

“We?” You jokingly snapped back. Kenma scoffed lightheartedly at you. The refrigerator door closed with a slight push, and Kenma sighed to where he could ask again. Some almost fully black stands came to fall in front of his face as he leaned forward on the cold, stone counter and his hair was pulled into a small ponytail, nothing left of the noticeable blonde but disproportional ends that fall into his large hoodie.

“Where are you going?”

You grab the plate but forget the juice for the morning. Back you go to the fridge almost in a rush.

“I’m going to a friend’s for breakfast, it’s this party thing she hosts every year,” you explain. “Almost like a friendsgiving. She takes it suuuuper serious.”

The juice is in one hand, a random cup in another. You twist around to pour the liquid on the island instead of the main countertop so you could engage in quick conversation with Kenma. As he got older he’s become more expressive and outgoing, just willingly reserved. He has, however, become a handful; and having lived with him, you’ve seen him take shots like a champ. You see his aloofness dissolve, his eyebrow coming up the slightest bit.

“And you’re eating breakfast before going to eat breakfast?” He slowed the pace of his words around the end of the sentence like he was judging you.

“I have to eat in the morning still, or I’ll pass out before I even get there Kenma! I’m kinda a little late though so you can heckle me when I get back.”

“Uhuh…”

Kenma hummed in response with an inconspicuous smirk on his face. You wouldn’t have even seen it if it weren’t for you waiting to see his reaction of your flawless vocabulary. He was however, changing his position to leaning back in the chair, already staring you incredulously. It was somewhat close to a manspread, his hands were tucked into the hoodie pockets, and the sight was way too much for you to handle this early in the morning.

So, you turned around to tend to your idle plate with jelly-less toast on it. You didn’t like Kenma specifically, persay, you would’ve liked it if any boy looked at you like that. Yeah. Don’t think too much about it.

Anyway, with the slide of a drawer you withdrew the knife and got to work. Unbeknownst to you, Kenma had not taken his eyes off your body. Your hair was still slightly wet but it made it easier for you to style. It was up. The backless halter top you wore was connected only by a string at your nape, and it left skin between that and your skinny jeans that fell down to your open toe, clear strap heels. You were dressed perfect for the summer occasion of a girls day out. And he was absolutely sulking in it.

“You look good.”

You hate the slight pause in your actions. You hate the way you had to question if he was talking to you or not, even if you were the only one in the house. You hate that you refuse to turn around to him. You hate the giddy smile that decorated your face. You hate that you had to cover up how everything you hated affected you, so you say “Thank you; flatter me more.”

He just outwardly chuckled, and ended with a “Maybe.” He starts again, “Hey is this who you were on the phone with last night? Who’s at the party I mean.”

“Hm?” Your chin did lead over your shoulder at this. “Yes actually, I’m surprised I’m up as early as I am considering she kept me up all night.” You resume.

“Tell her I said she should break up with him.”

You agree, “I will; she definitely needs to hear it.”

…

Suddenly, you snap your head back around quick enough to give you whiplash. You don’t get embarrassed easily, but you had to be blushing like a bitch.

This time Kenma’s smirk was very noticeable. You blink warily at him.

“Ken… how much did you hear?” Your voice was soft with curiosity mixed and thrown into fear. He just shrugged casually and quickly switched to an innocent façade. One thing you learned about him over the years: he has a badass poker face. And he’s a dick.

Such a dick, in fact, that after reassuring “I wasn’t eavesdropping so I didn’t hear much,” he let you take deep breaths of relief and turn back around to lather your second piece of toast. You felt the golden, low, cat-like eyes burning through the back of your head—so with indecision and obscurity—you looked over your shoulder again. He wore a shit eating grin.

You pointed the butterknife at him accusingly.

“You fucking liar! You heard all of it!!”

Kenma just smiled menacingly.

“I did hear all of it actually; but pushing that aside, why do I feel like I’ve never heard you say some of the words you said?” He tilts his head to the side, completely dismissing you.

“Kenma!?”

“Say pussy.”

This made you stop. You found him unbelievable, and you’d never admit what hearing him say pussy does to your mind, but his head was sideways in pure amusement like he was waiting on you to do it.

“Kenma. What.”

“Say it.”

You just stared at each other.

“Pussy,” you finally repeated. After lingering in the air a bit Kenma’s eyes went wide and he threw his head back to diminish into laughter.

“Kenmaaa.” You groaned loudly. He only laughed harder. “What all did you hear? Seriously!”

He calmed down to just a grin and ushered you to be as well with the palm of his hand.

“Okay okay—mainly the part where she explains how she hates the guy because she feels like he ignores her and has never made her cum—plus some other stuff, blah blah, that’s basically it,” He rambles.

It was your turn for your eyes to run wide, so in astonishment that your body couldn’t even address the other words that rolled out his mouth so easy. “I don’t want basically, I want all of it,” you declare.

“There’s not much more unless you’re including all the other dumb shit he did? Like how he told his friends she did something even if she didn’t, and she felt invalidated about it. I have amazing input on these types of situations by the way.”

Kenma was saying all this without any negative emotion, relaying it to you with normalcy. “The only thing after that was about yourself.”

You roll your eyes, but bingo. So he did hear it. He heard what you didn’t want him to. Your face may have dropped a tiny bit.

“…What was it? About how…I have—“

“—never squirted?” He finishes. Your chest tightened a little, and your face was red with what was anger transforming into something else. His ordinary apathetic gaze was locked on yours for a tiny moment, so you made it your responsibility to look away and grab your food.

“Gotta go now, I’m already late.” You swiftly unhooked the keys from the wall and opened the door. It wasn’t his fault he heard (because to be honest you two weren’t the quietest last night during your girl talk), but just now the fact that he knew upset you. Your best friend made it seem so easy, like she does it all the time, and it just made you seem like you were missing out how she explained it.

However, on your way out, Kenma did call for you from the kitchen. “Not everyone can do it,” He said. It was reassurance, you assume, but it didn’t really come off as such. He then says (more to himself you also assume), “Not everyone can make you do it either.”

This sat with you the whole breakfast/brunch party, champagne being passed around like candy but nothing could stop you from thinking about it. Of course it being a whole room of the closest friends, she re-explained last night’s gossip, the effects hitting you again as your friends chimed in on the situation. Was it really as good as they say?

——•——

You unlocked the house door, the apartment dim and quiet. It was around four now, you weren’t completely sober, and your heels clacked along the tile.

Dropping your arm to sit your purse on the counter and hang the keys, you undo a single strap and slip the shoes off. You carry them in your hand for the journey to your room.

Of course before you can reach your door, there’s Kenma’s slightly cracked open one to remind you of what he said. Not everyone can make you do it either.

What does that even mean; can’t you do it alone? Do you need someone else for it?

You weren’t dumb and at least knew what he was implying. It was an offer. Or maybe it wasn’t, and you’re just horny. Either way you find yourself stopped in front of the entrance to his room. You don’t bother to knock, it falls open with a slight push of your free hand.

Kenma resides at his setup, on his phone, the mic wrapped around his neck. The few moving lights in his room softly radiated from his pc, making him appear to be different strong shades of red and orange depending on when you looked. He didn’t seem to be streaming. Or he could be—he isn’t the nicest to his viewers.

He casts you a glance past his hair but dismisses your presence. You don’t really ever come into his room except to just grab something and go, usually a hair product.

You take a few steps inside. Then, you leisurely drop the heels at his bedside so he finally acknowledges your company.

“Ken?” Your delicate voice breaks the silence of the outside, completely unsure if there was music running through his headphones.

He clicks his phone off so you have his full attention.

“What’s up? How was it?”

You continued taking slow steps forward, with only one thing on your mind. And it wasn’t the party. “It was okay.”

Kenma surveys how you have yet to halt, inching closer and closer to him. It only took a slight examination of your face to see the solemnity. Blankness. He stands up from his seat and removes the headset from himself in concern before you can get any closer.

“You sure? You don’t look—“

“—Kenma. What did you say earlier?” You whisper. He was now directly in front of you.

He pauses for a second and his face converts to disbelief. “Are we still talking about the squirt thing?” He smiles mischievously, “I was just letting you know not to worry about it so much.”

You hate that word. It’s so gross sounding, so vulgar. But you can’t bring yourself to get him to stop saying it.

“Well I have been, so what happens now?” You peer strangely at each other, both acutely aware of where this was going.

“And you’re coming to me for this, why?” The ravenette taunts. He knew exactly why you were in his room right now, the curiosity having ate away at you all day. Like an itch that won’t go. You’ve gotta give in if this’ll go anywhere.

“Well you seem to know a lot about it…” you fumble with your bracelet nervously. You’ve gotten this far. “Could you…maybe help me?”

Kenma makes no sudden movements. He scans you suspiciously. A slight flush of red may have spread across your cheeks, but the darkness around you was protective. Hearing it actually come out of your mouth was a whole different story than imagining it.

“You want me to make you squirt?” He confirmed.

You may have physically cringed at that sentence because his hands find his sweat pockets in a ‘you said it not me’ manner.

“Yes.”

He scanned you again for good measure.

“Alright.”

With this he turned on his heel, stepped away, and sat in his gaming chair again. You stood there blankly, unaware of what to do. “Come here.”

You follow him to his setup. He sighs because he could see how uncomfortable you were.

“What usually do you do to get off?” He questions. He twists you around by your hips, your back facing him.

“Uh…It’s just kinda alone in my room I guess. I use my fingers usually.” You tried to keep your voice low enough to cure your embarrassment. Kenma, however, seemed to be doing this with ease. In fact, as he was asking you questions, he massaged your hips and waist soothingly.

“Is that it? You don’t watch or think about anything?”

You turn your head, “No. Am I supposed to?”

“I mean it’s not mandatory but you gotta think about something.”

“Whatever. Jeez, Kenma just say you think about me already.” You quip. Whatever he was doing was working, you were loosening up.

“Only when I’m about to cum. How do you like to be talked to?”

What?

You weren’t even going to ask about it. It was probably a joke anyway.

A moment of processing silence passed. “I don’t really know how I like to be talked to. Guys have tried to praise or degrade me but it never worked, so I just assumed I didn’t like the talk at all.”

He tugs on the shirt string at your neck. He watches you tense up at the action, so he rubs your trap in slow, circular motions instead. “If I say I like to be praised, all they do is say ‘good girl’ over and over. Gets kinda boring you know?” Is this you venting to Kenma about your boring sex life? Of course. You mess with your nails as you face away from him. Not for long though, because he turns you around.

“This is what I meant by not everyone can make you do it. Only you can guarantee yourself the highest pleasure 100% of the time,” Kenma drags you by your belt loops so you fall into the chair against him, “and me.”

He was so close now, your knees sliding under the chair arm. His breath could be felt on your skin and his hands were still pawing at your waist to glide up your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to put your full weight on him. However, he pulls you down anyway, and manually places your hands along his clothed chest so you could calm down. That was all he wanted from you right now. To relax and to take deep breaths.

“Warnings would be great Ken.”

“Yeah, but you said you don’t like to talk.”

“I don’t.”

“So should I warn you about how hard you make me dressed up like that?”

You moderately gasped at the comment placed right into your collarbone. You pressed down a tiny bit farther to see if you could feel it. You could. His breath fanned against your body and airy kisses lead.

You wonder where all of Kenma’s shyness over the years went because now you would never have guessed him to be like this. The friction fuels him to push you more.

Kenma could go on and on about these random intrusive thoughts he only gets at night—the only time where you seem to engulf his brain. Living with you over the years has been fine with zero temptation, but recently, it’s been like a hormone specifically for you snapped in his body. He feels the way you roll your hips the smallest bit for yourself. You liked the talk, just not the guys.

Soft fingers pull on a single string near your hair, releasing your breasts from the top as the fabric folded downwards between the two of you.

©️ hxltic

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