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satorisoup · 2 months

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ᰔ A KISS FOR A KISS ft. kenma kozume

ʚ CW : first kisses. sfw.

ʚ hq valentine’s series mlist ಇ

it’s valentine’s day, a holiday for the celebration of love, and today your boyfriend only had one thing in mind.

he was going to kiss you.

it has been almost 8 months since you and kenma kozume had become official, and you still have yet to get to first base. kenma curses himself for the awkward timid personality he was given since birth, as it really would not come in handy when it came to the physical part of a relationship.

kenma never would have thought he would be the one wanting to initiate a kiss with you, but at this point, he really couldn’t help it. every time your hands would come to stroke his hair with that sweet, small smile on your face, or the hugs you would envelope him in whenever you had him in your sight, even the nervous blush on your cheeks when you would lace your fingers with his, all of it had him in a battle with his own desires, to just lean in and leave a little peck on the soft lips that adorned your lovely face. but no, it never seemed like the right time, or the right place, it just didn’t feel in character for him to do that out of the blue.

today, this changes. february 14th, kenma was going to kiss you before the sun set to bring another day. and he swore, he would die before he allowed himself to wimp out again. there’s no room for shyness.

the first half of school had rolled around, and kenma had surprisingly held your hand in the halls, which was more-so unlike him given how usually uncomfortable he is with pda. you shook it off though, given it was an important holiday for you two, and perhaps he just wanted to make it all the more special, to which you were extremely grateful.

no, this wouldn’t be the time to kiss you. it was too early in the day. he should wait until it’s less crowded and he’s more prepared.

kenma waved at you when you had walked into your class, a soft mumble of “see you at lunch.” you smile and hold a thumbs up before you make your way to your seat, kenma walking off to his own classroom.

eventually lunchtime had come, and you both sat in a nice corner of the courtyard, pretty pink lunchbox with yummy foods sprawled out in front of you. you gingerly chewed on the small heart shaped sandwiches you had packed, and kenma ate along with you, hardly audible hums in appreciation while munched on one himself.

“do you like it, kenma? the heart cutters made them so much cuter!”

he nodded his head while he shortly answered, “yeah, they’re good.”.

well, he couldn’t kiss you now. you were both eating lunch, and that would be kind of gross for you to get the taste of mayonnaise after a kiss.

kenma’s procrastination eventually led to the school day ending, and he wants to punch himself in the gut for not taking the opportunities he had, wussing out for who knows how many times. you meet up with kenma by the school gates, voice cheery as you tell him how excited you were to spend time with him. you’re smiling, and kenma has the slightest hint of pink on the tips of his ears as he listens to you talk. though, he isn’t particularly paying attention to what your saying, but rather staring at your lips as if they’re holding the universe themselves.

there’s a brisk, cold breeze but the sun is shining like no other today. the walk along the path to kenma’s home is lit with golden yellow hues that beat down from the sky as the sun begins to slowly decend from the horizon. beams of light frame your face, voice blurred from his pure focus and kenma thinks that he might be living in a movie while he watches you, then your lips, you, and your lips again.

would now be a good time? there’s no one around. would you say yes? maybe you would run away. what if you got freaked out? how should he say it? should he just go all in and skip the romantics? no, it needs to be special. maybe he should wait-

no. he’s put this off for far too long. 8 months too long. and as his teammates would say, no matter how much he despised the word in its entirety, he needed to use some guts.

kenma starts to gather every ounce of backbone he possibly could have in his body, he had to do it now and there was no wimping out this time. he had a mission, and he was determined to actually accomplish it. he’s prepared enough, he thinks, when he turns to you to speak up for once in his quiet life.

“can i-“

“kenma, would you like some candy?”

he was hushed before he could get a full syllable out, putting a pause on his impulses to bob his head yes.

kenma observes you while you’re rummaging through your schoolbag, reaching in to a small pocket before pulling out a piece of hershey’s cherry kiss chocolate. your hand stretches out towards his opened one, and before you drop it into his awaiting palm, you pull back.

“well, you can have this candy, but on one condition… im offering you a trade!” you announce.

“uh… what is it?” kenma asks you, voice low and tone a hint of confusion.

your hand unravels once again to reveal the small chocolate kiss in the crevices of your hand, making a show of the small treat.

“a kiss…” you pause, and kenma can feel the anticipation build up within him while he waits for you to finish your offer.

“for a kiss.” you point at your lips with your index finger.

kenma can feel his insides combust into a million pieces, his calm, collected demeanor is slightly faltered with the way his eyes widen, dumbfounded while his heart beat quickens to a rapid pace.

he looks at you in silence, admiring the red blush on your face that’s so obvious, you could camouflage with a garden of tomatoes. you’re nervous, and even so, you’re smiling at him with that same precious grin, and the same pretty, pink lips that have practically screaming “kiss me!” in his ears all day.

“okay.”

before you’re able to register kenma’s compliance to your trade, he’s unable to keep himself back anymore. his hand awkwardly grabs hold of your wrist, candy dropped to the floor when he collides his lips with yours. they’re soft and cherried in flavor, he deems, reveling in the feeling he’s been waiting to experience for what seems like forever. he holds the small kiss for a few seconds, before he’s slowly pulling away. gone were the previous cowardly attempts and failed opportunities, because kenma finally finds the guts this time to ask,

“can i have another?”

and kenma knows, kuroo was never going to let him live this down.

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mavrintarou · 7 months

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[12:12 AM] Kozume Kenma A/B/O

I'm a day late but happy birthday to the cute rich gamer~

Warning: explicit A/B/O contents .

After a long morning of studying, you finally allowed yourself to check your phone after placing it under Do Not Disturb. Your eyes narrowed at the number of messages and missed phone calls that were waiting for you.

Ten missed calls and fifteen messages, all from Kozume Kenma, your best friend.

You checked the messages first, hoping to better understand why you had many missed calls from him.

I need you

Where are you?

Y/n something is wrong with me

You only read a few as you quickly packed your belongings and rushed to his place.

“Ken!” You shouted, entering his condo, toeing off your sneakers, and kicking them off. Your socks caused you to slip and slide on his hardwood floor as you hurried down the long hallway that led to his living room.

Kenma lived in a luxurious condo that was designed to accommodate his career and lifestyle. His personalized gaming room was soundproof and the unit was located at the very top of the building so that he wouldn’t have disturbing neighbors. After becoming a successful gamer and businessman, money was no issue to him.

His living room and kitchen were empty, as usual, but it was the… faint and unknown pheromones that you smelt in the air that gave you chills.

You were also close to your heat cycle, with it being a few days away.

But nothing made any sense.

Kenma was a beta. A dominant beta to be precise and he should not be producing any pheromone.

“Whose…” you plugged your nose and headed up the stairs to the second level where his office and bedroom were located. For someone who lived alone, he had a large place where he only occupied a quarter of the living space.

As you near the second level, the stronger the pheromone. Did he… have someone with him?

Being a dominant omega, you were able to determine that it was an alpha, it was the alpha pheromone that was making your body hot and difficult for you to reach Kenma.

“Kenma!” you shouted, breathing heavily by each step. “Kenma! Where are you?” You shouted his name repeatedly and forced yourself into his bedroom, as usual, his bed was unmade and there was no sign of him.

His office was at the end of the hall, and you pushed yourself forward. You grabbed his door knob, only for it to lock. “Kenma!” you pound on the door. Why would he lock the door when he was the only one home? “Kenma! It's me, Y/n, are you in here?”

Heat pooled between your legs, making your panties damp by the second. Whoever’s alpha pheromone will push you into your heat cycle if you don’t leave soon.

“Kenma!” you pound on the door and something clicks from the other side and the door slowly swings open. Kenma stood before you in a dazed look, his blond hair a mess. His breath is heavy and uneven. You stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, “are you hurt? What – what’s wrong?” You searched their face but his focus remained afar. You looked over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse if there was someone else in the room. “Is someone here with you? Why do I feel…” your voice faded as you realized it was Kenma, that was releasing pheromones. “Ken… are you – why are you releasing pheromones?”

Your hands tremble as lift your touch off his hot skin.

You had not realized that he was completely naked. You swallowed the dry lump in your throat and glance down, his cock was hard and thicker than you remember.

“Ken… ma…” you choked before losing all strength in your knee and collapsing on his soft carpet. The dampness you felt in your panties was now soaked. You’re soaking wet now.

Kenma takes a step closer and his cock greets you at eye level, it was a deep shade of red, thick with protruding veins.

You’ve seen Kenma naked, taken his cock plenty of times but you don’t remember it being this big… and thick…

The tip leaked beads of white cum, dripping down his length and you wanted to lick it.

“Ken…”Your voice shook with confusion. He should not be in a rut. This is exactly what a rut cycle was… for an alpha, not a beta.

His hand cups your jaw and tilt your chin upward and with his other hand, he grabs his cock and brings the tip to your lips, “suck.”

Your body was hot and your pussy ache, needing to be filled, needing to be fucked.

“Be my good girl and suck me, Y/n,” Kenma murmured in a low tone. “And I’ll fuck you good.”

Any and all rational went down the drain as you leaned forward and wrapped your mouth around the tip, swirling your tongue. Kenma’s head tilt back as you take as much of his cock into your mouth as you were close to gagging. Your hand stroked the remaining that you couldn’t take and nearly choked with his cock twitched.

“Y/n,” Kenma’s fingers thread through your hair, pushing it away. “I’m about to cum if you don’t want it down your throat.”

His eyes darken as you disregard his warning and groan, hips jerking as he pushed his cock further into your throat. Hot and thick cum shot down your throat as you pulled back enough to take it all.

Kenma stepped back and withdrew, his thumb wiping away the tears that slipped from the corner of your eyes. “Good girl, now come here.”

You loved it when Kenma praised you, he may be a beta to others but he was an alpha to you.

He tugged you up onto your feet and a hand gripped the back of your neck, pressing your lips against his in a hard and hungry kiss. His hands were eagerly ripping off your clothes, he growled as he pulled away to tug off your shirt before his mouth resumed back on yours.

You’re backed up against his wall as he flips you around and drops to his knees, his hand roughly tugged off your leggings and shoving them at your ankles.

Before you could look over your shoulders, you gasped loudly as your hips were jerked back and his face smothered into your pussy. “Ah… K – Ken!”

Your back arched, breasts pressed against his wall as you feel two… or three fingers plunging into your dripping pussy.

Being days away from your heat cycle, your pussy was more than ready.

“Enough, Ken,” you murmur, looking back to see his dark eyes peering up at you with his nose and mouth buried into your backside.

He pulled back and you can see his cheeks glistening in your wetness. “You taste sweet… and savory.” He stood up and spun you back around towards him before hooking one arm under your left leg. “Wrap your arms around me,” he orders before aligning his cock to your pussy and pushing it all in one go.

Your moan echoed in his room along with his thrust.

His cock felt longer and thicker than usual and you weren’t sure if your body was just sensitive at the moment.

Your arms tighten around his neck as you’re being lifted practically off the ground. You were lifted onto the tip of your toes on your other foot. Kenma presses your body against his wall with him being the one to pump his cock into you.

“Fuck – yes, Ken!” Your fingers gripped tightly to his hair. “Your cock… your cock fills me up so – “ your sentence is cut off as his teeth nips at your neck, he inhales sharply and growls into your throat. “Ken – why…” your mind is blurred as pheromone fogs all your senses.

His long strokes bring you to heaven, filling your tight pussy and pushing up against your cervix. Each time he was fully inside of you, his tip brushed against your opening, seeking entrance.

Being a beta he wouldn’t be able to knot you, let alone breed you but you allowed your imagination to wonder.

Kenma has taken care of you during your heat a handful of times, even if he wasn’t able to completely satisfy your needs entirely, he was enough for you.

He was always someone you held close to your heart, someone you loved but he had always treated you like his friend.

You were content with your relationship as long as he didn’t have others. He did not seem to mind that you occasionally would seek an alpha for the once or twice a year that you would need a knot to completely satisfy your heat.

“Kenma,” you moaned against his neck, “Kenma I’m so close… please… I need to cum…” You’re suddenly hoisted and pressed against the wall as Kenma’s other arm hooked under your right leg, carrying your weight.

Kenma’s grunts and groan was louder than usual and he was rougher than usual.

Your nose pressed against his neck, his scent smelled differently but you couldn’t quite figure it out.

“Ken,” you moaned, each time the tip of his cock brushed your cervix opening, it widen, widen to allow and accept a knot.

The tip of his cock continue to keep probing your cervix until you feel him slip past and your belly bulges.

You gasped and came, pussy trembling around his cock. Your legs and arms tighten around him, “h – how?” you whimper, feeling his cock inflating into a knot.

You didn’t understand and didn’t have the capacity at the second to care.

Kenma was knotting you.

He is breeding you.

His cum is filling your nearly fertile womb.

The first thing your eyes focused on is Kenma’s chest.

You’re lying in his arms in his cozy bed, and he is fast sleep.

One if your leg is thrown over his hip and was still stuffed with his cock.

You lost count after the fourth round.

You lost it all when Kenma knotted you.

“You fainted on me.” His quiet whisper startled you.

“Well,” your voice croaked, “did you not expect it when you made me cum four times in a row with no break?” His lips curve into a small smile. You traced his jaw, “Ken… what – what the hell happened? How are you able to knot?”

Kenma opens his eyes and catch your wrist, bringing your palm to his cheek. “I had a successful transition.”

Your eyes widened in response to the news.

A significant breakthrough recently became viral in modern medicine and treatment has allowed betas to transition into either omega or alphas. However, the progress is still experimental, and not every case has been successful.

“So, you’re an alpha now?”

“Yes,” he answered confidently. He shift and kiss you softly, “this… is my first rut cycle.”

It explained the imbalanced pheromones and the shift in his physique. His shoulders have broaden and… his height.

You moaned into his mouth, “Ken, I love you regardless of what you are.”

“You love me?”

Your heart accelerated, accidentally blurting out your true feelings.

“You love me?” he asked again, wanting clarification.

You shut your eyes and sighed before nodding, “yes, I have loved you for a long time.”

He smiled, something you weren’t expecting. “So have I, I have loved you since we were kids.”

Your eyes find his soft hazel brown ones, “really?”

“Yes, when this treatment was announced, I decided to give it a shot.” He lets out a soft sigh, “it was all worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to rely on another alpha.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you in case it didn’t work.” He pressed his lips to the tip of your nose. “I’ll continue to keep doing treatment but for now, my test results are all showing alpha traits.”

You tighten your arm around his back, snuggling closer into his chest. “Yes, you knotted me, you know?”

“I sure did.”

“How did that feel?”

“Fucken wonderful.”

You leaned back to look at him, “you know I could be pregnant now, right?”

“That was the plan.” . . .

E/n: Kenma, an alpha #hotness

@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu a/b/o #kenma smut #kenma fluff #kenma x y/n #kenma x you #kenma x reader #kozume kenma

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cutecatlov3r · 9 months

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my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

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heich0e · 1 year

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tags: sfw but suggestive, furthering of the poly kuroken agenda

The blankets shift slightly as the body behind you curls more tightly around your own; a warm arm winding itself around the dip of your waist, sleep-chapped lips brushing soft and slow against the slope of your throat.

The sun on the other side of the room hasn’t even yet made itself particularly well known through the gauze of your curtains. Just a hint of brightness inking itself along the edge of the skyline, lifting the night’s colour from dark black to a hazy lavender that will only continue to brighten until eventually it’s vibrant and blue.

You snuggle yourself back against the firmness behind you, humming a quiet, croaky sound from your tired throat.

“G’morning.”

It should be illegal how delicious Tetsurou’s voice sounds when it’s still thick with sleep. How the already rich tone is lower and raspier than normal. How intimate it feels to be the one to hear his first words of the day.

“Good morning,” you murmur back to him, basking in his warmth.

“It’s not even 6 yet. You should go back to sleep.”

His words are considerate but his lips are not, pressing needy kisses down your neck until he reaches the slope of your shoulder where his teeth nip out against the soft skin. His breath is hot and humid against you, his body solid behind you, and his hands brush up along your sides in a way that does nothing but make you more and more conscious.

“Don’t wanna,” you say, staring out over the expanse of bed that stretches before you—too much space considering how little of it you and Tetsurou occupy with the way you’re entwined.

“No?” the man behind you laughs into your shoulder blade, the ends of his hair tickling your neck. You’re sure it’s a mess, like it always is first thing in the morning—a shock of dark strands pointing in every which direction. Not that it’s much different at any other time of day.

Your favourite part of the morning is watching him try to smooth it down into something other than what it is, as fruitless of a battle as any could ever be, because every day without fail he walks out of the house in his little suit and his shiny shoes with it looking exactly the same as it does every other day. Incorrigibly, unfailingly Tetsurou.

“No,” you echo decisively to his earlier question, leaning back in his hold.

He shifts to accommodate you, arching his back and stretching his big, sleep-warm frame even further around you under the blankets. The expanse of his chest is soft and familiar against the skin of your back, the firmness under the cotton of his sweatpants welcome, sending a rush of blood to your head.

“You have to get ready for work,” you say, notably rueful, as he gives a lazy, indolent grind of his hips against yours.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, mouthing at your nape, his fingers intertwining with yours as he rolls his hips again.

“You have that meeting this morning,” you remind him again, though you wish you didn’t have to be so reasonable—not when the way he groans into your skin makes you feel like you’re going to burn from the inside out.

Tetsurou reluctantly pulls away, propping himself up onto his elbow with some off-handed half-intelligible remark about the agonies of free market capitalism.

“Oh,” he remarks as you roll over to face him.

His hair is as wild as you expected it to be, his cheeks a little flushed, his gaze on the other side of your bed.

You follow his eyes and hum.

“I noticed that too,” you murmur.

As if waiting for the right moment, the door to your bedroom creaks open, a familiar silhouette appearing in the doorway. The shape stills when it notices both of you and the man above you’s eyes trained on it.

“Did you stay up all night again?” Tetsurou asks, part-amused and part-chiding.

“There was a new expansion pack that came out last night,” Kenma fiddles with the cuffs of his sweatshirt, his voice sleepy. “Lost track ‘f time.”

“A likely story,” Tetsurou snorts.

You shiver from the cold air that the gap in the blanket between your body and Kuroo's is letting into bed, and he dips down, pressing a kiss to your lips. He pulls back and then immediately surges down for another, a little longer this time so you can savour it.

When he withdraws the second time, he scoots over to the edge of the bed to get up. “Well, hurry up and get in here; she’s getting cold and you need to sleep.”

Kenma obliges, shuffling forward and crawling into his side of the bed, the opposite from Kuroo on your other side.

Tetsurou smiles wryly as he lifts the blanket and tucks the two of you back into bed. Kenma curls up into your side, the tips of his fingers frigid as they find you under the covers.

“I’ll be back for a goodbye kiss, so stay awake,” Tetsurou says warningly as he lowers himself down towards you again. His nose brushes yours, Kenma snuggles closer.

“I will,” you tell him, running your fingers through the bleached ends of the boy beside you’s hair. You can tell from Kenma’s breath that he’s already half asleep. “Can’t make any promises for him though.”

The dark-haired man smirks, reaching across you to pinch Kenma’s cheek. His victim makes a weak sound of protest, turning his face to try and bite at the older of the two’s fingers.

Tetsurou chuckles, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. You watch the way his muscles move under his skin. The way the sun behind the curtain is beginning to make itself known as it bathes him in a soft light.

He smiles at you, cheeky and still tired but unmistakably fond.

“Guess that means you’ll just have to give me two.”

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma x you #kuroken #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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wrenrogue · 11 months

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I like the idea of kenma complaining to their cats about kuroo, like

"why does your dad have to keep reminding me about the chores, now I don't want to do them anymore, stupid kuro" and

"why does your dad keep forgetting to turn off the bathroom light when he leaves" and

"why did your dad take all his good shirts on his work trip, now what am I gonna wear to sleep" and

"why is your dad so goddamn attractive, I need to see him wear those pants again" and

"why does your dad overwork himself so much? he needs to sleep more" and

"why does your dad keep forgetting his lunch, I think at this point it's intentional to get me out of the house" and

"why does your dad insist my cooking is amazing, all I made was egg on rice" and

"why does your dad have to be so warm, leaving his arms is so troublesome" and

"why does your dad even like me? he should raise his standards... but i'm glad he hasn't yet" and

"why does your dad have to be so good in bed on top of everything else, is there anything he can't do???" and

"why does your dad keep forgetting to refill the printer with paper" and

"why is your dad so kind, he's gonna help every old lady in japan cross the street at this rate" and

"I miss your dad, why does he have to work outside the house like a normal person" and

"why is your dad's schedule so packed, I just want to take him out on a date" and

"why does your dad have to be so big? it makes getting him anything even more difficult" and

"why does your dad keep insisting on wearing the same shoes and ties I bought him? they're getting used up so fast, I need to buy him new ones to replace them" and

"why did your dad invite lev to the house, I haven't lev-proofed it yet" and

"why does your dad like kissing me all the time, I need to concentrate on things, this is so unfair" and

"why is your dad's hair so soft, I want to pet him all the time. more than you two" and

"why did your dad have to be so emotional at our wedding reception, it's his fault I cried too and now keiji has blackmail material" and

"why does your dad have such a dumb handsome kissable face and why can't I sue him for damages, stupid tetsu"

#kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #meow #2021 #ficlet

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haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu · 2 months

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Valentine HC

So there is like one hour of valentine's day here were I live, so let's do some HC just because...(i actually think valentine is a stupid thing, mostly because it's just not so big here; but stores tries to push it). I have been single for my 25 years of life, but I often give gift's to my bff's. Like small stuff; like a little chocolate and some homemade shit they can hang on their wall or something. Just to make them feel a little more loved. Hope you all had a great day and that your week will continue in that manner <3

Sugawara x Sawamura: Depend on year to year. Since Daichi is a cop, he will sometimes have a shift in the late evening or night, so they can't be doing much. If Daichi is stuck at work; he will call a flower shop and make them deliver a bouquet to their home so Sugawara would be met with a gift when he comes home. Sugawara can't send flowers to the station, but he packs a hefty lunchbox and does the extra stuff as to make heart shaped rice balls and send a note with. He will also have dinner ready or at least a plate that Daichi can reheat if he comes back really late. If they have the evening off, they just order in food and dessert and just enjoy themselves. If they feel like it, they go out and take dinner at a barbeque restaurant and maybe go to a bathhouse.

Yamaguchi x Tsukishima Also depends if either of them have work or not. The museum closes earlier than the office Yamaguchi works at (if it's not holiday period with more tourists). But they usually just go out to eat and maybe catch a movie if they see anything that interest them. If they can't make the time cut, Tsukishima will drive over to Yamaguchi's work, if he is stuck at the office, and he would of course already have picked up some burger and fires ( so they will become soft when they arrive home). Yamaguchi, if he knows Tsukishima will be stuck working longer hours, he will also pick him up and have bought a store-bought cake they can share. They have been friends since childhood, they don't want or expect the other to give anything bigger than some food that they can share.

Kageyama x Hinata Both are athletes and busy. Sometimes they have late practice, sometimes they are out traveling with their sparte team, sometimes they are together, but still busy. I think neither of them would do too much. Maybe Hinata will buy a box of the jelly energy drinks Kageyama likes to have. Kageyama would probably do a similar favour back and buy him a pack of energy bars he could just stuff in his bag and have something to-go when he needs it. I do think they would both have tried at one point ot do something more romantic; but it wasn't for them and they have time for regular date night throughout the year - so they 'dont 'stress it too much. If they have time though, they make a heartly meal together and give each other massages.

Kuroo x Kenma Both of them are busy. Kenma has a yearly stream for his viewers on valentines. It doesn't take too long, but it's something to prepare too. Kuroo is busy with work as usual, but they both make sure to have the evening for just the two of them. They take a drive to disconnect for a few hours and just pics a place to eat dinner on the road. Sometimes it's ramen, sometimes its a hot-pot place, sometimes it's McDonnel's. Sometimes they drive to a desser cafe and then to start talking until they closes and are forced to leave whatever place they decide. They have a rule to not buy a gifts, but if either see the other lacking something; they just sneak it in on that day as an extra specialty.

Tanaka x Kiyoko Tanaka was very nervous the first real valentine they had as a couple. He and Noya had tired to brainstorm some ideas he could do to treat Kiyoko, but they all seemed to extravagant or to little. Kiyoko, the first year, just shoved up with some chocolate. As in Japan's, on valentine day; girls give chocolate to the guys. And a month late, the guys give chocolate back on white day (14th of March). So Tanaka of course gave chocolate back when it was time. They still stuck with the tradition, but also have a date night at a restaurant and just take a walk through the city centre. Tanaka tried to act though, but it doesn't take much for Kyoko to make him stumble over his words. Kiyoko also tries to act cool, but one romantic gesture from Tanaka have her blushing all over the place.

Iwaizumi x Oikawa They didn't get together until a few years after high school. Plus Oikawa plays for Argentina and Iwaizumi coaches the Japan's Men's volleyball team. So there's a hurdle. If they can make time and the time zones doesn't mess them up too much, they skype call for hours. If they, by miracle: is near each other, they have this weird way of rivalry since they support different teams and will often tease and goad on each other. They know it's just for fun. But when evening comes; they can always be seen walking the same path home. Oikawa one year sent Iwaizumi some money with the message to just buy himself a gift. And this started a tradition. They send over a small amount of money with the massage to just buy themselves a steam bun or a bar of cholate or some extra stuff they want with the massages to take care.

Ushijima x Tendou Ushijima is a very practical person and Tendou is literally a chocolatier in Paris. So they face some of the same problems Iwaizumi and Oikawa have. Tendou makes batch of his finest chocolate that Ushijima likes and sends it over with express delivery so it will arrive around valentines day. I feel like Ushijima is the kind of guy that likes those confectionary chocolates with nuts in them. Ushijima doesn't really understand the in's and out's of this day. He did receive more than enough confession and chocolate in school; but he never really cared about that. At the start, he didn't feel like he could give a chocolate-maker some cholate as a gift. Maybe it would have been too much. Doing something else out of the norm, made him feel like he didn't care enough. Now that he knows the people Tendou works with; he makes a deal that they go out and buy some flowers for him and a gift card on an eastern Asian themed restaurant that they go together when he is visiting paris. Tendou always appreciates it, especially since he misses Japan from time to time.

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how-do-i-delete-this-acc · 2 years

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treating his wounds

suna, kenma, and akaashi x reader (separate)

summary: you were not leaving his so-called "minor wound" untreated

warnings: post time skip

a/n: first fic ! yayyyy enjoy hehe

s. rintaro

it was an ordinary tuesday like any other. the air in the apartment you and suna share is peaceful and quiet, save for the sound of your knife hitting a cutting board as you prepare dinner.

you hear the door creaking open.

"i'm back," suna says in a monotone voice.

"welcome back!" you happily greet him. "how was practice?"

"tiring. atsumu hit me with a chair." he says in the same voice , pointing to medium-sized scrape on his calf.

you gasp. "are you ok? how bad's the pain?" you ask, your voice laced with concern.

"i'm fine." he answers, beginning to head towards the couch.

"nuh uh. sit down on the couch. i'll be right back."

"where are you going?" he asks.

"gonna treat your scrape." you reply, heading to the closet.

"no no bunny, i'm fine." (I HC THAT HE CALLS U A RLY AFFECTIONATE NAME) "come back."

"nuh uh uhhhh. if you don't treat it, it might become infected." you walk over with a first aid kit and a cup of water. "sit down."

he sighs in defeat, (not that he put up much of a fight lol) plopping his bum down on the soft cushions. he slightly rotated his leg so that it'd be easier for you to treat it.

you begin to treat the scrape as gently as possible, gently cleaning and pressing. (to stop the bleeding.)

after rinsing with water, you apply some alcohol to a pad and then to his scrape.

"ow. ow. ow. it stings." he says slowly, his voice as deadpan as ever.

"did i ask?" you tease.

"you just asked."

"huh?"

"you just asked if you asked, therefore you asked." he answers, his face showing no sign of a soul living in there.

"i- what? never mind." you continue to treat the scrape, ignoring his past complaint.

suna looks down at you as you gingerly treat his scrape. thinking about how much you care about him and how careful you are not to be too rough reminds him of just how much he loves you. he truly is lucky. as he gazes down at your concentrated, sweet face, he can't help a small smile from forming.

"..and done!" you smile, giving the bandage a little pat and a kiss.

"thanks bunny," he says, dropping a small peck on your forehead.

"of course!" you answer. "why'd atsumu hit you with a chair, though?"

"osamu came to drop off some onigiris. atsumu told him to get out. osamu took onigiris with him. the two started fighting. i started taking pictures. i got too close. i got hit by a chair when atsumu wound up for a hard hit. it scraped me. the end." suna answered, his voice as deadpan as ever.

"oh love that for you." you answer. "come on, now help me out with dinner."

"you want my help?" suna questions, a little bit shocked.

"right. the incident." you decide to make dinner by yourself.

k. kenma

"ken, you almost done streaming?" you question, poking your head into his gaming room.

"almost." he answers, his slender fingers rapidly clicking on his keyboard.

is that y/n?

Y/NNNNN

hi y/n! how r u ?

"chat says hi." kenma tells you.

you walk up to him and look at what the chat was saying.

"hehe hi!" you give a little wave.

you glance over at your boyfriend to see a small bruise on his forehead forming.

you gasp. "what happened to your forehead?" you question, obviously very concerned.

"nothing. don't worry about it."

HAHAHAHA

HE BANGED IT ON THE TABLE

HE RAGED AND BRUISED IT

LMAOOO

HE COULDNT CLEAR LEVEL 69

RIP

"ken." you say, towering over him with your hands on your hips. (he was sitting.)

he gulps. "what?"

"how many times do i need to remind you that you come to me for these types of things?? how much does it hurt?" you nag.

"i didn't get you because it wasn't worth your concern." he replies, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"but it is! you have a bruise on your FACE! that's not a big deal?"

"it's not." he answers, his voice monotone.

you sigh. "be right back."

2 minutes later, you return with a glass of orange juice, an ice pack, and an elastic bandage to keep the ice pack secure.

"i told you that i was fine." kenma mumbles.

"nope!" you stick your tongue out. "besides, i can use this as an excuse to stare at your cute little face."

kenma's face turned pink, and his chat went wild.

ooo feeling flirty, y/n?

WAIT THATS ACTUALLY RLY SWEET THO

HIS REACTION IS SO CUTE I CANT

screenshotting that and putting it as my lock screen

kenma just turned three colors in the span of three seconds lmao

you grin at the comments and carefully begin securing the ice pack to his forehead, checking with him if it was too tight along the way. you secured the ice pack and also put a little bow on the back of his head, just for fun.

"thanks, y/n." he says, his face still slightly flushed. (i hc this man blushes easily and it lasts forever FIGHT ME on this)

"you're welcome." you smile.

you stay for the rest of his stream on his lap, and the two of you were a trending topic on twitter for the next day.

a. keiji

"i'll get started on dinner, love." akaashi says as he stands up.

"i'll help!" you say, jumping up from your position on the couch.

he smiles. "thanks, love."

the two of you both enjoy cooking, so making dinner is a fun little activity the two of you do together. (technically you're supposed to alternate who makes dinner, but the two of you always do it together lmao) you always have fun figuring out what to make and then making it. it's almost like a fun little game (you two dorks lol)

you put on a pot of olive oil to boil (for olive oil poaching bc ugs like trying different things) and you both start on the prep work. you begin to filet the fish, and keiji gets to work on cutting the vegetables. the two of you prep the food and chat simultaneously.

part way through, you hear him sharply inhale. you look across the counter to see that he cut himself while julienning the carrots.

you gasp. "oh no! does it hurt a lot? how deep is the cut?" you ask, running to take a closer look.

he grabs a paper towel and soaks up the blood on his finger. "i'm fine, let's get back to work." he says, not wanting to ruin the fun.

"no. you should treat it." you insist.

and with that, you walked away to go get the supplies to do so.

you quickly came back with a small tube of antibacterial ointment. some gauze, and a small bandaid.

"love, i told you that i'm fi-"

you cut him off by yanking him by the arm to the sink to wash the cut.

"you can't leave it untreated. that's not good, keiji."

after you finished cleaning it, you pressed some gauze to his finger to stop the bleeding.

"love, i can do it my-"

"no."

"seriously, it's fi-"

"no."

"love-"

"keiji, you're always so good to me. so i want to be good to you too, ok? i love you so so much and i don't like seeing you in pain."

he sighed in defeat. you were just too cute, and he could never resist you for long.

"ok. thanks, love." he said, pressing a couple gentle kisses to your cheek.

you blushed slightly. "no problem."

you took off the gauze and gently dabbed a bit of the ointment onto the cut before wrapping a bandaid around it.

"alright, i'll finish dinner. go ahead and sit down." you said as you resumed filleting the fish.

"are you sure? i don't-" he began to protest.

"i don't want any bacteria in the cut. just sit down and we'll talk." you insisted.

he gave in to you two times today, and those certainly wouldn't be the last time that he did. something about you made him weak at the knees, and he has never and probably will never be able to resist your charm.

#suna x reader #kenma x reader #akaashi x reader #suna fluff #kenma fluff #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x y/n #y/n #haikyuu suna #hq kenma #hq akaashi #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu scenarios

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sumusimp · 1 year

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How To Tame Your Prince And His Dragon: A Study By Kuroo Tetsurou

He feels like a hero as he dives behind a jagged rock formation and adjusts the grip on his sword. Kuroo has always been destined for this—since he was just a boy and the rumors began to spread that the King and Queen were locking away the heir to the throne in a tower guarded by a dragon, claiming that someday the person who frees their previous Kenma will claim the crown alongside him. Sure, Kuroo is a common man with no land or title, but he’s also monstrous with a blade in his hand and his mind is quick. Furthermore, tales of Kenma’s beauty travel far and wide, and Kuroo is not immune to lust. Some say he’s like a feline, petite and soft with an edge, but some say he’s fierce like a wildcat with fangs and claws, raised by the dragon who guards him. Either way, Kuroo wants to claim him and tame him, marry him and rule beside him to ensure the safety and comfort of his family. That's how he’s wound up here, with a monster the size of a farmhouse trying to roast him like a piece of coal outside a tower. Kuroo is jumping and dodging wildly while streams of flame narrowly miss him and he only just avoids being taken out by the swing of a massive tail. “I’m beginning to sense that you don’t like me very much!” He shouts at the livid creature, its eyes narrowing on him. “I promise my intentions are pure, I’m a nice guy I sw—” He falls to the ground as a claw swipes, almost taking his head with it. Amidst all the chaos, the entryway to the tower has become open, but Kuroo worries that he won’t be able to outrun the creature. His mind works overtime, solving some kind of puzzle as he rolls under a pile of bricks and coal that seem to be the product of another failed battle. “I think it’s in your best interest to retreat.” A pretty voice rings out from above and Kuroo spares a glance toward the source of the sound. He’s perfect. Pretty golden hair matches honey-colored eyes, so short that he’s quite literally hanging out the window to warn Kuroo, the most satisfying little grin on his pink, full lips. If Kuroo were a worse fighter, he’d have let himself be killed and allow Prince Kenma to be the last thing he saw, but now that he’s seen the angelic figure, he needs to have him for himself. “I’m afraid that’s not possible, My Prince!” Kuroo retorts, sprinting toward a better source of protection that will allow him a chance to look toward the window once more. He feels a pang in his chest, pride in his future when he sees such a perfect face looking back at him as if he’s watching a joust, so casual and entertaining. “Does my attempt at your rescue amuse you?” “Yes, I think you’ll end up like him,” Kenma points to a pile of bones not too far from where Kuroo stood, ash and skull making him cringe and check his surroundings. He feels the ground shake as the beast draws near, he stands at the ready with a shield in front of him and his sword drawn. “Call your guard dog off and I’ll consider marrying you, My Angel.” Kuroo palms a chunk of stone and throws it at the menacing creature, missing it entirely. Kenma’s laugh echoes, falling onto frustrated ears. Kenma has never had such consistent back and forth with any brave challengers, but he almost enjoys playing around with his dragon's food. “You may benefit from putting your full focus on survival instead of courting.” Picking up another stone, Kuroo sucks in a breath and throws it, watching it bounce off red scales with no damage. I need to find a weak point… and I need to look good doing it. He almost wishes he didn’t have an audience with Kenma while fighting for his life, but it’s only motivating him in the end. “Why don’t you focus on packing your things, My love.” Kuroo searches for another stone, formulating a plan while passively wooing his future spouse. Kenma can’t pretend he isn’t at least intrigued by the man. A head full of hair with no regard for gravity or its laws, a slender but toned and tall frame, muscled arms that looked far too comfortable wielding a weapon. Kenma wouldn’t mind being held in arms like those… “Come up here and make me! What are you, a blacksmith? Surely you don’t have a title.” The prince jeers, noting the raggedy clothes that the suitor dons. Kuroo almost chokes on his spit, such a feisty young man with a face to match his wit. He runs around a pile of splintering wood, throwing one rock out to distract the creature, making its head turn just in time for him to pelt a chunk of rock right at its eye and blind it on one side. “My title is your husband, the new king.” Kuroo celebrates his winning throw, pulling his sword to slay the beast, now that he has the advantage of a blindside. “Stop!” A scream tears him from his focus and he looks up, but Kenma is gone from the window, nowhere to be seen. Kuroo wipes the sweat from his brow and retreats into a safe spot, out of the dragon's view as it growls and whines. “How dare you?!” The boy runs from the tower entrance and Kuroo is barely able to understand the situation before the small prince throws himself between the man and the dragon. Kuroo would be much more puzzled if he wasn’t so mesmerized by the pretty little man and his intense glare. How can one be so golden? His hair, his eyes, and his perfect skin is pale but even so, it glows. He forces himself to focus on the issue, raising his weapon in one hand and reaching for Kenma with the other, “Get behind me, I didn’t come all this way to watch you eaten in front of me.” “She won’t hurt me, you animal!” Kenma shouts and turns to the whimpering creature who lowers its head and allows him to look closer. It takes Kuroo a moment to understand what he’s seeing. Kenma tends to the dragon like a friend, like a pet and it hits Kuroo all at once that this boy is not trapped in a tower against his will. “You’re joking.” The hero exclaims, “What are you two playing at?!” Kenma ignores him at first, his focus is on clearing debris from his creature’s eye, but as soon as it seems clean enough, he turns his attention to Kuroo. “She’s protecting me.” He states it so factually, Kuroo almost feels inclined to apologize for even asking. “Do you know how many terrible men have come here?! How many power-hungry creeps have approached these tower doors planning to subject me to a life of misery?!” Kuroo hasn’t quite considered such a thing. “So, you and the dragon are… friends?” “Yes,” Kenma runs a pretty, petite hand along the auburn scales, “ten years we’ve been together and ten years she’s kept me safe.” He manages to clear out the debris, petting the dragon until it began to purr and nuzzle against him playfully. Kuroo can’t help but recognize how lovely Kenma is up close—well worth the burns and scrapes. At the same time, he feels a twinge of annoyance at the situation. “Dearest Prince, I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but you’re implying that you could have called your pet off at any time and just let me up?” Kenma furrows his brow and tightens his lips at the comment. “Why on earth would I do that?” “Because I’m charming, handsome, and respectful. I’ll make you happy and take you away from here.” The moment he finishes speaking Kenma begins to laugh, the dragon exhaling sharply as well, as if it is laughing along too. “Why are you laughing?” Kenma sits himself down on the creature's large paw, “Because it’s humorous. You think that you are a good man.” His voice is so silky, even when it drips with disdain, Kuroo can imagine how pretty it would sound saying Good morning, My King, and all is well in his own mind. “I most certainly am a fine man.” Kuroo insists. “Oh?” The prince stands, much smaller than the suitor, but the way he carries himself is overwhelming in the best way. Kuroo is intimidated and it makes his heart flutter. “Tell me, honestly, If the rumors surrounding me didn’t claim that I am a fair young virgin and there was no reward or coronation involved in successfully completing this task, would you be here?” A straightforward question, one that Kuroo hasn’t considered. He has given little thought to his intentions, only knowing that the idea of being a king with a beautiful spouse sounded appealing. “If I were an old hag and had not a dime to spare, would you have come to save me?” Kuroo opens his mouth to argue, but he can’t find the words he wishes to spit back at the smug young man. “You’ve allowed your heroism to be overshadowed by selfishness. It’s a shame, too… you’re quite handsome and an excellent fighter. If your soul matched your face, I’d already be in your arms.” Kenma leaves Kuroo utterly speechless. He leaves Kuroo infatuated as he turns to kiss the side of his dragon’s face and reassure her that she was excellent in battle. Kenma is perfect, Kuroo is convinced that he has already fallen for the boy who stands before him and calls his flaws as he sees them, fearing nothing. He needs that in a partner if he is to be king. “You have found one of my many weaknesses and pulled at the threads to unravel me already, my prince.” Kuroo bows a little, opting for humility. “I’m afraid you’re right. I have an attraction to beautiful people and comfortable living, as I’ve never been able to claim either as my own.” Kenma doesn’t intend to roll his eyes so hard, but the way his lashes flutter when he does makes Kuroo smile a little. He is so tough and opinionated, the future king is excited to see Kenma in the discourse during meetings, discussing laws and wars. Kuroo says these things within his mind as if they are sure. He will be king and Kenma will be by his side. “Perhaps I should go save a poor village and then return?” He teases, flashing an unfairly perfect smile. “I could befriend an ugly old witch and she might gift me a concoction as a thank you, one to make you listen to me with an open heart while I confess that you, despite your stinging intensity, are the loveliest creature I have ever laid eyes on.” Riveting as he speaks, Kenma gazes at him with marked boredom. “What is your name?” “Tetsurou.” “I see. I think you’re shallow. I believe that you let your pride guide you and it’ll make you a terrible king,” Kenma’s lips drop from a slight smile to something very dry and serious. “But I respect the terms of the arrangement. I understand that the initial rules required you to defeat my dragon and rescue me, but I would never forgive you if you harmed my creature, so I will offer a trade;” He sucks in a sharp breath, “You can be king and I will fulfill my duties as your spouse on the condition that my dragon stays alive and protects our kingdom, cared for and unharmed.” Kuroo simply gazes down at the little prince and feels a warmth within his chest. Kenma is so pure of heart, willing to sacrifice his own comfort for a creature that seems so replaceable. “I accept your terms,” Kuroo announces, chest puffing up with pride. “I will—” “My dragon seems to believe you have a pure heart, despite your behavior today.” Kenma cuts him off, not too eager to hear what Kuroo has to say. “She is an excellent judge of character, she insists that you deserve a chance.” Kenma doesn’t seem to be thrilled to share such a revelation, but his dragon persistently grunts and noses at him to do so. Kuroo finds this news thrilling, as the dragon seems to be the only being who has an opinion of value to the lovely Prince. “I do!” He agrees and gives the creature a curt nod, “Your friend is right, I have no ill intentions. I wanted to rescue you and secure comfort for my people.” He pauses along the wooded path they have begun toward, he drops to one knee and adds with the most genuine tone he can manage, “I do not wish to force you into a loveless marriage.” Saying the words makes Kuroo cringe at himself, he would be deeply hurt if he went through the trouble he had and there was no reward. He’d hate himself even more if he stole the joy from a beautiful young man by taking him as a queen against his will. “Get off your knees.” Kenma rolls his eyes, “Do you want me, or are you here for the crown alone?” For such a small man, his tone can be very stern and intimidating, enough to make Kuroo shrink a little as he scrambles to his feet. What a born ruler. He practically has cartoonish hearts in his eyes while he listens to Kenma with bated breath. “Prince, I have never once met a creature as lovely as you. I saw you up above me and I nearly let your dragon take my life right then because I knew that I’d never see anything so beautiful for the rest of my life.” He begins to run out of breath, tacking on a cheesy “I apologize, you take my breath away.” It’s a marvel how stoic Kenma can keep his face, despite the jumping of his heart as the other confesses his deeply poetic feelings. “What I mean to say is that I respect any decision you make regardless of my own feelings,” Kuroo takes in the small but powerful view once more, a little, perfect man and his beast, a package deal. “I only want to confess now that if I’m left to marry someone else, even someone who comes close to your beauty, I’ll spend the remainder of my life wishing that they had been you.” A soft exhale comes from the Prince’s dragon and Kenma turns to see the expression of adoration on the creature’s face. He makes a thoughtful face and looks between the lovestruck man and the heart-warmed dragon. “You two are teaming up against me.” He remarks, one hand on his hip, “You formed a silent coup.” “No, Your Highness.” Kuroo hesitantly wanders over to the creature, praying that she won't bite his arm off as he makes a show of being very friendly to her. “You said yourself that she is an excellent judge of character. Besides, when I am king, if you choose to stay along with my new best friend here, I’ll have the most wonderful space built for her with room to run and food aplenty. I’ll keep your schedule cleared to spend as much time with her as you’d like. We can even eat with her, I’ll have a table for us built into her arena.” He makes promises of grandeur and he has every intention of making them happen. The dragon nearly whimpers for Kenma and nods its head, tongue peeking out playfully. “Why are you making a fuss when you know I’m going to marry him?” Kenma makes the most unamused face that Kuroo has ever seen toward his pet, although he himself is smiling bigger than he ever has in his life. “You will?!” He goes to hug Kenma and then pauses, “May I—Could I… maybe…” “I will not survive this marriage if you get weak and timid, be a man.” Kenma opens his arms with a bored expression, butterflies filling his little stomach and a slight blush on his cheeks. He yelps a little, he’s expecting a hug, maybe a spin around, but Kuroo grabs his face on either side and pulls him close, looking into his eyes. “I will love you so deeply and completely that you never feel anything less than perfect for the rest of your life—and it will be a long, happy life.” He swears it with everything in him and presses his lips to Kenma’s, dropping hands to his waist and tugging him closer. Kenma’s weaker in practice than in theory and his arms shoot up to wrap around his soon-to-be husband’s shoulders, fingers lacing around the back of his neck while he kisses back. The only reason they manage to stop is the nosing of Kenma’s dragon, pushing between them as if to say ‘enough, that’s enough.’ Clear as day. “I forgot myself,” Kenma says as an excuse, “It was… a sealing of the agreement… comparable to a handshake.” Kuroo blushes and looks down, kicking his feet like a schoolboy. “Best handshake I ever had,” He hums, “Like to shake your hand a little more often.” and Kenma can hardly hide his own smile, tugging at the corner of his lips. The dragon huffs and begins walking toward the kingdom, a spring in her step, never having seen Kenma so pleased. “What if I got a dragon?” Kuroo gasps, his voice becoming faded as the softened beast leads the way and gives them space to flirt and shake hands as they please. She turns back and shakes her head with a sense of finality, she’s not looking for anyone, she’s got Kenma, and Kuroo is the third wheel.

Well, some of the best things come in threes. THIS WAS A TEST TO SEE WHAT POSTING ON HERE IS LIKE, SORRY FOR THIS

#Kuroken #haikyuu #hq #kuroo testuro #kuroo #kenma #kozume kenma #fluff #fantasy #fanfic #oneshot #writing #anime #dragon #prince #knight #krkn

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sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff · 9 months

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Running incident oneshot

(1st person POV reader’s perspective)

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I knew I wasn’t supposed to do this

I was warned many many times by my brass friends not to do it and so did Yachi when she and I were walking to the field (yay shy buddies for life)

But I didn’t give a half-lick of a shit

Almost everyone else got to run and most of them sucked at it so I had to go and do something

I had a plan: go to the bathroom, switch hats on the way back being careful to hide my hair, change glasses, and change shirt too just to avoid extra caution on Iwaizumi-san’s end

It’s the perfect plan and it’s 4 field laps so this should be fun

I knew just when to come back too so everyone would be starting and Iwaizumi would be occupied with Kyotani and keeping his ass in line. It was an all-bases-covered situation and now it was time to hit that sweet home run to victory

I kept an eye out for my section leaders and Oikawa knowing they’ve taken me out of the running conditioning before (but then again I hadn’t been taking extra precautions soooo…)

I would have to pace this just right to make sure I wasn’t spotted

At most points I’d have to stay ¼ of the track away from all of the vigilant leaders and ½ when I was harder to see and in a pack of quiet people away from loud-mouth snitches like Ushijima, Yamamoto, Atsumu, Tanaka, Hinata, and most importantly Hanamaki and Matsukawa because I know I’d have to pay them both to stay quiet for the rest of band camp

I wouldn’t really have to worry about Bokuto and Kuroo because the former was always blathering to Akaashi (I mean why would you not talk to your boyfriend especially when he’s that hot) and the latter was trying to get Kenma to try harder and make Lev not suck

This meant I would have to stick near Sakusa, Suna, Watari, and Kunimi in order to stay hidden away from the narc-ass prying eyes I knew would be looking for me and when I returned from the restroom

So as everyone was starting I stealthily moved into the small pack with those 4 knowing of my plan and how to execute it (Sakusa knew I wS the only one who took handwashing seriously, Suna liked my hilarious photos of Atsumu courtesy of Osamu, Watari like the help with theory, and Kunimi like that I wasn’t a loud-mouth and they all like that I never bragged despite my skill level)

The plan was simple: I’d blend in between all 4 of them with my dark hat and basically attach to Suna when we turned corners

We knew how to do this because we’ve done it before on staggering days for several weeks now

How I haven’t got caught up until now I will never know

But we were doing good now and that’s all that mattered

Until I spotted that all too familiar denim and khaki “Hollywood” hat with soft brown tufts peeking out of it over a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses coming behind us

Shit

Why out of all days did this have to be Oikawa’s running Check-in

He came up and ran beside Kunimi who was on my right side and being who he is he chatted Kunimi up

“Hello, Kunimi-chan how is your run so far?”

Kunimi just responds with an “It’s alright you?” good just like we practiced

“Great! oh hey, who’s your new running buddy? What section is he in?” not good he saw me but at least he didn’t know it was me (yet) and it wasn’t something we had practiced before given how otherwise flawless it was

“He’s just someone who we kinda just ended up running with honestly” talk about thinking on your feet

“Ah, I see! I’m glad you’re making some more friends Kunimi-chan.” ok good we should be fine since usually, he moves on after a comment like that

But Kunimi had other plans to try and cover my escape from Oikawa’s line of sight

“Hey um, Oikawa-san is there a way you can get some of the clarinet players below Kageyama to be better? I kinda just wanna see him end up being last chair because he’s a dick” oof smooth, real smooth indeed

“Well I’m sure I could figure some things out and make that happen for you”

Just as Oikawa starts talking I turn to look at Suna and nod letting him know I’m gonna break from the group and finish as fast as I can

I jog out of our little pod-like arrangement and detach from the group entirely and speed up to prevent anyone catching me

At least, I thought that would work

Which it didn’t

Because about 30 seconds after I made it far enough ahead that he wouldn’t get me quickly, he managed to be right at my side keeping my pace

Bastard

“So I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you back there, I guess Kunimi-chan really did need something from me-” just stay silent Y/N don’t say a fucking word

“Hey are you hearing me? I asked you something” I just let out kind of a low grunt sound and shrugged

“What I asked is what is your name? You kinda seemed like you were staring into space”

I couldn’t say anything! He would know it’s me!

So what did I do?

Run faster

“HEY SLOW DOWN! IWA-CHAN GET THEM!”

FUCK

Iwaizumi turns around and runs toward me as I try to dodge Oikawa’s attempts to sandwich me

DOUBLE FUCK

At least my eyes are hidden behind prescription Pit Vipers that are like watermelon colored in their reflective lenses

So they can’t see my wider than dinner plate eyes darting everywhere

What I forgot to do however

Was look behind me for where Oikawa was

Because my dumbass forgot how fast he can sprint

And his arms were now around my midsectionand keeping me from running any farther

The first thing to give me away was my 221 bpm heart rate

Which Oikawa could now feel through his arms

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU DON’T YOU KNOW THAT YOU COULD GET SEVERELY HURT GOING THAT FA- Y/N?!?!?!” oh of COURSE Oikawa took my Pit Vipers off to let Iwaizumi see who it was

“wait…Y/N-chan?! How did you do that?! I thought you were with Yachi-chan!”

“Oikawa take her to the dug-out. We have to talk”

“Come on now Y/N-chan-” Oikawa said while he started to let me go

“PLEASE JUST LET M-ME FINISH”

“I’m sorry Y/N-chan but I can’t.” and instead of letting me go he picked me up princess-style to the dug-out

~LE TIMESKIP~

“Well? Do you have anything you want to tell us?” Iwaizumi said to me while looking at down me with his arms crossed

I looked up and just turned my head away from them in defiance

“Well L/N you know that you weren’t supposed to go out there and run at all. Why did you do it? Do you know how worried Oikawa was when I thought you didn’t come back from the bathroom?! Do you know how worried Oikawa and I were at how fast you were going?!”

“I-I’m s-s-sorry I-I” and of course broke down crying from the pressure

“Hey hey it’s ok Y/N-chan Iwa is just concerned about you and I am too. We just want what’s best for you”

“It’s fine just let me fini-” Oikawa literally cut me off by putting a finger to my mouth mid-word (rude)

“Why don’t I stop you right there. You are not going to finish that, you are going to stay here and rest for the rest of visual block sweetie.”

Di-did he just try to sweet-talk me?!

Oh HELL no

I try to get up as Iwaizumi pulls me back down onto the bench

“Where do you think you’re going?” that bastard

“Back to the field?”

“Iwaizumi can you please help with warm up?”

“Oikawa I have to go back to the field since the drum majors are calling me. Keep her in here would ya?”

“Oh no problem Iwa-chan! I love spending time with my sectionmates. And besides I have to obviously talk to her about what happened” he says this while smiling at me

“ ‘Kay thanks.” and he runs out of the Cripple Tent(™)

“Alright Y/N-chan I’m not going to berate you, but I do really need to know why you went against the rules for you running.”

“I-I w-was j-just s-sick of n-not getting to d-do cond-ditioning with everyone I-I-I-I’m s-sorry”

“I understand how you feel, but you can’t do something like that without talking to a leader about it first because we know how hard you push yourself and we don’t want you to get hurt.” he looked at me with genuine concern in his eyes and facial expression

“I-I’m s-so s-s-sorry f-f-for c-causing s-so m-many p-problems s-s-s-sir”

“It’s ok Y/N-chan, but you still need a punishment” he now is wearing a smirk that everyone in the flute section is all too familiar with O_o

“W-wait nonononoononononononononoono”

He didn’t aknowlege what I said but he just picked me up with ease and put me up to his back and crossed his legs over mine and put my arms behind his back and presses them to the wall using his back.

“Just relax Y/N-chan it’ll be easier for you”

***OIKAWA’S POV***

“Just relax Y/N-chan it’ll be easier for you” I said to her while pinning her in such a way that will make my job easier

Even though I was behind her I could still see the vermillion blush on her face as I put my arms around her and perch my head on her shoulder

“It’s ok Y/N-chan we all know you’re good at what you do”

Her blush gets darker as if compliments are toxic and embarrassing?!?!

Y/N’s POV

“It’s ok Y/N-chan we all know you’re good at what you do”

Fuck

He’s gonna waste all of visual block showering me in compliments to I guess ‘condition’ me to not overwork myself

But I know he’s wasting his time because why on earth would I let an interference like that come and mess up my work?

“Y/N-chan are you listening to me? I’m trying to tell you how great of a flute player you are! And how amazing the rest of our section thinks you are!”

fuck he’s on to me

“Oh uh- I got distracted what were you saying?”

Good cover-up

He suddenly got up and said: “hold on stay right there”

Fuck

“HEY V/C/N CAN I BORROW IWA-CHAN FOR A FEW MINUTES?!”

And then on the speaker thing the V/C/N had said “Sure Oikawa, Iwaizumi can you please head over to the dugout?”

About 20 seconds later Iwaizumi came jogging in sweating after clearly doing across the floors

“Hey what the hell do you need Shittykawa?”

“Y/N-chan won’t listen to me what do I do?!?!?” Oikawa cried

“What do you me- oh wait I get it. You’re trying to condition her to take your compliments”

“Yes! But she won’t listen to me! And we can’t make her run for running!”

“Oi L/N stand up”

“Y-yes s-sir”

“Come here”

So I slowly came to him and he immediately embraced me tightly and said to me:

“Oikawa and I will not let you go until you admit that you are good at flute, deserve your place in SWC, and that you will not run again got it?”

“Y-yes s-sir.”

“Now say it”

“It”

“You smart ass”

“Fine”

“I am good at flute, deserve my place in SWC, and I will not run again”

“Good job. You still have to sit out of vis block”

“Damn it”

THE END

also on AO3!!

#sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh #shy!reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader x oikawa #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #oikawa tooru #oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #holy shit it's good to be back

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pearl-blue-musings · 2 years

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I Don’t Want You Back

I know it’s Thursday but I had to write this why yes this was inspired by another BØRNS song dont @ me

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, alcohol mention, cheating, there is comfort as always, post time skip!

Word count: 1K

He truly should have known better by this point. Kuroo does his best to even out his breathing under the covers as his, well soon to be ex, partner stumbles into their apartment. He’s not entirely sure why he keeps giving them chances as he glances at the clock that reads 4 am. Kuroo knew they worked late but to be coming in this late and smelling like that? It took everything in him to not blow his cover. He wants to yell, scream, and cry about everything he’s done for this relationship but he knows it’ll fall on deaf ears. So he does what he typically does and waits for them to fall asleep before sending you a text message.

“It happened again.”

He also knows better than to wait up for your reply since you’re a heavy sleeper. You’ve been his rock for as long as he can remember. Neighbors turned friends, to becoming his high school team manager, to supporting him working for the national team, you’ve been there though it all. And although you should be asleep, he’s the one person you don’t put on do not disturb.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Kuroo gasps in his bed at your reply which alerts his partner to him being awake. “Tetsu babe,” they start, “I told you not to wait up for me.” They try to kiss his cheek but he pulls away. “C’mon don’t do this, it’s late.”

“Where the hell were you?”

They roll their eyes and try to rub his shoulder. “That’s none of your business.”

Kuroo abruptly gets up, slapping the mattress, “it is my business when my lover comes home at 4 in the morning smelling like booze and sex.” He pauses to try and catch any semblance of sorrow on their face and he sees none. “I know you’re cheating on me. And I’m done. Pack your shit and get out.”

They scoff and slowly get up. “Tetsurou you can’t be serious—“

“It’s Kuroo and I’m very serious.” His partner had never heard him speak with such intense seriousness; always jokes and flirtations. So of course they thought it would be easy to cheat on someone so busy and carefree. They roll their eyes and get up.

“Fine, he was better in bed anyways and made more money.”

“Then why don’t ya fucking go to him then?!”

An hour passes and Kuroo now sits in a semi empty apartment. He has to write apology notes to his neighbors for having to hear the noises so early in the morning. 5:30 is usually when he wakes up to hit the gym and get to work early but today is different as he sits on his couch with his face in his hands. However, a soft knock on his door has him breathing deeply before he gets up. His tired golden eyes peek into the peep hole and sees you standing there. He quickly opens the door and is immediately embraced by you. This is when Kuroo breaks down and cries into your shoulder. You shush him and bring him into his apartment and show him the affection he’s truly been missing.

The two of you call in sick for the day and spend it wrapped in each other’s arms and lazing around.

One year later

It took longer than he thought possible but he was able to successfully move on in his life. Kuroo was unaware of how much his ex had gaslit him and emotionally abused him so being with you was easy and a breath of fresh air. Being together didn’t come easily or suddenly, but gradually. After all, it is only your 4 month anniversary. You decided to treat him by taking him to your favorite club for some debauchery with your closest friends. Kenma couldn’t have looked more out of place but Bokuto was right at home. It had been a long and rough week at work so he truly wanted to let go with some of his inner circle.

Shot after shot was offered to him and he was starting to feel really good. So good that he was sure he saw someone that looked vaguely familiar. Those eyes, that hair, that stare… ah yes his ex. You hadn’t noticed as you were entertaining Bokuto and a funny joke he had told you and Kenma. You were so enraptured you didn’t even notice Kuroo get up and stumble toward the bar. You try to lean on him and you almost fall over when you see he’s not there. You blink slowly when you finally spot his bed hair walking toward someone you thought you’d never see again. Your heart sank as you saw them, his head resting in his hand on the bar top and them laughing and trying to touch his arm. You look away before it gets any worse and move to get up. You were always there for him and supported him through everything, so why did seeing him with his past lover gut you like a knife?

“Excuse me,” you slur to his friends as you get up and head to the bathroom. You try to push your way through the crowd and hold back tears at the same time. You’re barely there when a hand grabs your shoulder.

“Kit, kitten. Where ya going?”

The innocence and love in his eyes were always a weakness of yours and you couldn’t lie to him. The alcohol induced tears start to fall and that sobers Kuroo up. He carefully wipes away your tears with his finger as he cups your face. “Babe, what happened? D-did someone touch you?”

“I-,” you start. “I saw you. With them. I know they’re here…”

His eyebrows lift before softening, an equally soft smile on his face. He brings you in for a chaste kiss before resting his forehead against yours. “Baby doll, if you stared longer, you would have heard me tell them “I don’t want you back” okay? They tried, hell so did the liquor, but there’s only one person I love right now.

“And it’s you.”

#kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo angst #haikyuu x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #my writing #i did the thing

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passerine-writes · 1 year

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Minecraft Neighbors - Level 13

Warnings: None :) Word count: 1241

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"Alright Y/N, you ready to get rid of the crutches?" I looked to my doctor hesitantly but agreed nonetheless. "Okay, it's going to be normal for you to feel off balance or have some sort of limp for the first few weeks. We actually want that, that way your tendon isn't working too much after the surgery. So try and take your first few steps." Shakily, I let go of the bars and almost collapsed on my first step. However I didn't and that's what counts, right? It felt stiff and tense. Not painful, but awkward for lack of better words. My hands hovered over the bars just in case and it didn't help that Daichi was recording. It just added to the anxiety. "You're doing great Y/N, just five more steps and you're at the end of the first bit!" I smiled internally as I counted down my steps.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

I held my breath as I dropped into the chair. Daichi and the doctor cheered however that stretch of ten steps took me fifteen minutes. It felt like I was slowly sinking under water again, how do I swim if I can't walk? How do I hold myself up when I can't float?

"Hey, shortstack! You slackin' off over there?" I looked up and saw Kuroo and Kenma standing in the doorway, my heart skipped a beat in excitement.

"Hey Y/N." I smiled brightly at my boyfriend. I felt like I wasn't drowning for a moment.

"Show us whatcha got." I looked to my doctor for the okay, quickly receiving one.

The next ten steps took half the time and I felt proud of the quick progress. Kenma met me at the end and gave me a hug, my arms wrapped around him immediately, holding him tight.

"Hi. I missed you, like a lot."

"Hey love, I missed you too." Our words were quiet as we just held each other.

"What are you two doing here though?" My brother sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Dai?"

"I sorta planned this with them and have been for the last two weeks. You needed it and we don't have to tell mom and dad if you don't want to, we can just say you're at Tanaka's or Nishinoya's." My heart melted at my older brothers words.

"Thank you. I'm so happy, so where are you two staying?"

"I'm staying with my cousin in the area, pudding head got a hotel." I looked to my brother, silently asking permission.

"Yeah, you aren't too far away only about a twenty minute walk so I trust you. Text or call me if you need anything." I nodded and hobbled forward to give him a hug. He pulled me tight against his chest, hugging me with a lot of strength. "I have a bag packed for you in the car."

"You're officially the best." He leaned back and ruffled my hair, a soft smile on his face.

"You still got about thirty more minutes of P.T. so you better turn around and keep walking! Walk and talk!" I sighed and the two backed away.

By the end of physical training, I was walking around moderately paced. Sure there were frustrating points but the three helped me through it. Daichi dropped the two of us off at the hotel with a promise that he would bring my PCP later. Once the door shut, I almost melted. His hands rested on my waist as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. He continued to pull me into a hug and just hold me there, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and we just stayed there. It felt perfect.

"You leveled up a lot today. I'm proud of you." I laughed softly at Kenma's word choice. Only he would be the one to call progress 'leveling up'. I pulled back but we kept our arms around each other.

"You're such a dork. But thank you. It feels weird but it's nice being off of the crutches." He hummed as he nuzzled further into my shoulder. "What do you wanna do until Daichi gets here with my PSP?" He held me a little tighter, mostly unnoticeable but I caught it. "Do you wanna just stay in and cuddle and then tomorrow we can go to the arcade or something?" He thought for a second before rapidly nodding. "Okay, lemme leave the door unlocked for Daichi and then we can go lay down." He slowly let go and went over to the bed.

I made sure the door was unlocked and unlatched, but also texted Daichi so he would know to just walk in. Once all set, I sat on the bed, legs open and stretched out so he could lay on my torso and grabbed the television remote. With a small 'cmere' from me, my boyfriend made his way over and laid down. The back of his head rested on my stomach and he stretched out his body straight between my legs. My hands found their way to his hair, the soft strands flowing through my fingers as I watched him play on his PSP. After fifteen minutes, he completely saved, closed out and shut off his console before rolling over. His face dug into my abs and his arms wrapped around my mid section underneath where my back curved from leaning. He let out a sigh as my fingers moved to rake through his under cut, gently scratching against the scalp and grown out hair. The door clicked as my brother walked in, a look of confusion morphing onto his face until he shrugged and dropped the bag, leaving as silently as he came. I stifled a laugh, not wanting to ruin Kenma's peace and quiet as he looked like he was fast asleep.

"Wake me up later so we can game." I chuckled and whispered an 'okay' as he drifted off to sleep.

Sawamura's Hoes

From Y/N: 1 photo attachment

From Y/N: Daichi's the best big brother, he helped plan a weekend for Kenma and Kuroo to visit and now Kenma's sleeping on me

From Wine Aunt: That's so cute! I'm surprised he even helped Kenma get out here!

From The Gentlest Giant: I'm shocked too Suga, but I'm happy for you Y/N!

From Broski: Don't sound so shocked but you're welcome Y/N, text me if you need anything

From Y/N: :)

Kenma's arms tightened for just a moment before he nuzzled into my stomach a little more. I clicked onto a different channel, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. His soft snores and light breaths were the only other thing heard outside of the television and my rapidly beating heart.

He's just so perfect. Everything about him is simply amazing. The way he carries himself but then watching him get excited over his games and beating levels. His love for cats. His grown out roots with a grown out under cut. His cat like irises, his rare smile but never ending smirks. His soft laughs and giggles. His love of cats and apple pie. His hidden specks of optimism but innate sense of realism. His silently caring nature that he hardly reveals but some moments, it's visible. I felt myself tense at my sudden realization, glad I didn't wake my boyfriend as I dozed off to sleep.

#haikyuu #nekoma #kozume #kenma #kozume kenma #kodzuken #series #nb #nonbinary #oc #gamer

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