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suguruslut · 2 years
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Yes, I did get a new black car, and yes, I did name it Kuroo😂🐱
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viviaj · 10 months
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its 6:57 in the morning and you can vaguely feel kuroo’s cock pressing against you.
with his hand pressed against your soft stomach, he silently presses against your back. you’re not really awake, but you’re not exactly asleep either.
kuroo loves morning sex, he likes to feel you and hear your whiny sounds as your eyes struggle to adjust to the early light— as they adjust to him intruding your peaceful sleep.
he’s a pervert, he thinks for a moment; wanting to press his fingers into you while you’re barely awake. he thinks he should feel guilty, but you always react so dubiously that he can’t help himself.
with his cock still rubbing against you methodically, he reaches for your little shorts and slips his hand down to your soft sweet cunt.
he runs his hand over your thighs, and every part where you connect with him. it’s not enough.
he’s slipping a hand between your folds, gently feeling you. there was no intent to get you off; just a pure moment of wanting to feel you and touch you. he slips a single finger into you and its him groaning into your shoulder.
“baby?” he murmurs against you and a small noise comes from the back of your throat, “you’re so soft,” you can hear the smile in his voice.
“i have to, baby,” he’s sitting up and gently prying your legs apart, “i have to put my cock in you baby, okay?”
he’s not really asking, more so just letting you know. he’s not wearing a condom.
your body twitches up into him as he enters you, just letting himself feel around you. your hands move up to his arms as you murmur that he “shouldn’t”.
“i don’t see you making much of an effort to stop me,” and you just let yourself whine, eyes pressed closed as kuroo is everywhere on you.
“but we shouldn’t, kuroo, we can’t,” he thinks it’s funny when you act like this because as soon as he takes his cock out, you’ll whine and groan, just like you are now. you’re so predictable.
so he does that. he moves down to your neck, kissing you lightly over, and over again. “just the tip, please. please?” you’re begging, just like he knew you would. he loves you.
“oh? just the tip?” you nod quickly, “okay baby, just the tip.”
it is not just the tip.
with one hand, he’s holding your legs up; giving himself the world-class view of watching his cock disappear into your pretty pussy.
you’re breathtaking like this. smooth, and sweet and pretty. he can’t help himself, and how could you even blame him? not when he’s so close to you, and so sweet to you as he’s smiling down at your batting eyes.
“what is it? talk to me, baby,” no words come out, just a soft hiccup coming from your lips. “you don’t have to do anything, you’ve done enough,” his eyes soften with the softness in his smile; which do not correspond to the way hes moving in and out of you.
kuroo and you have never fucked without a condom before, and it shows. it feels so intensely different, with the knowledge that this is something you shouldn’t be doing, it’s explosive.
“gonna cum in you, yeah? just let me take care of you.”
“kuroo, we- we can’t, we shouldn’t,” you’re pathetically murmuring, hips moving up towards him. everything you’re saying is contradicting your actions, it’s silly.
“okay baby, yeah, i won’t, dont worry, ” kuroo lies. with your face buried into his neck, you mouth at the skin there, unable to say much.
he tells you how good you feel, how your cunt is so soft and he just can’t help it.
“you’re so warm,” you whine into him, the feeling of him cumming in you foreign, it doesn’t feel right.
kuroo reaches down to kiss you wherever he can manage to reach you, his arms keeping you where you are.
“good morning.”
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lowkeyremi · 29 days
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⚠ not proofread cuz I'm tired. enjoy!!!
Moments before disaster struck, soft babbles and tiny feet smacking against the floor were unmistakable to the ears. While your husband "chases" the fourteen month old baby who's wobbly on their feet, you're finishing up some work.
As of recent, your baby has become a better walker, they still crawl around and wobble a little bit, but they're walking none the less. From their perspective, those tiny little legs make them unstoppable. In order to avoid being caught by their daddy, they must "run" away.
"I go get you!!!" He says in his little baby voice, watching his baby stop to look at him with a gummy smile that contains around four or five teeth.
Baby quickly turns around, their little legs carrying them as fast as they'll go and suddenly they bump into the wooden door frame that leads into your bedroom.
The bump was pretty loud and you just know that had to hurt. The joy on your baby's face soon turns into a little pouty frown and baby starts crying out in pain.
"Uh oh! Let daddy see." He rushes over to pick up his chubby little baby. Your husband examines baby's forehead which has a little knot forming on it.
The hollering gets louder as he tries to comfort the infant.
"It's okay. Look at daddy!" He tries making silly faces which distracts the baby's one track mind for a few seconds. They remember what they were doing previously and starts up the tears again.
"Mommy!!!" He yells out; unsure of what to do. He's slightly panicking seeing his baby in so much stress and pain like this... maybe you'll know what to do.
Relief floods through him when you come and take the little baby out of his arms.
"[baby's name] got a little boo boo on their forehead. I was chasing them and they bumped into the frame over there."
Baby stops crying when they're in your arms. You giggle softly at how quickly baby changes up.
"Did you just play your daddy? Yes you did! Oh yes you did." You ask in a soft baby voice. Baby starts to clap and giggle, you're sure they don't even grasp what you're saying.
"I did not get played by a baby!"
"Yes you did. Their boo boo was not as bad as you made it out to be." As soon as your husband tries to argue back, Baby has some words of their own:
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Baby says with a mouth full of fingers.
"That's exactly what I was saying. Daddy got played." Your husband stands in your room completely dumbfounded by what just happened while watching you walk out of the room with baby in your arms.
MHA
Midoriya, Mirio, KIRISHIMA
Haikyuu
ATSUMU, Hinata, KUROO, Suna, Tendou
JJK
YUJI, Choso, Yuta, GOJO
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Furudate sketch for the HQ movie: Kuroo
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215-luv · 2 years
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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU PULL THEM BY THEIR BELT/BELT LOOP
SUNA: a deep yelp comes from his lips, the usual bored look he had on his eyes now replaced with shock as his hands naturally lands to the nearest surface, trapping you in his arms. with his face now inches closer to yours, he looks down at you, the tension between you two now rising. he raises an eyebrow with curiosity in his eyes as his deep voice flows through your ears, “hm, what’s going on in that little head of yours, bun?”
KUROO: a startled expression etches on his face, not expecting you to do such a bold action. although, he’s quick to recover from his shock as he shoots you a cocky grin, letting his hand fall to rest on your hip. “what’s this, kitten? if you needed me, you could’ve just said so yourself.” he chuckles, “but this,” his eyes then wander down to where you were holding his belt, “this is probably much better.”
ATSUMU: literally gasps out loud in shock, “oh SHIT you- you really just did that huh?” he curses, trying his best to compose himself although he’s actually a stuttering mess. with a deep inhale, he lets his hands find their place on your hips as he looks down at you with a certain look on his eyes, clearing his throat. “are we gonna make out or..?”
IWAIZUMI: he looks down at you, surprised. letting an eyebrow raise as if he’s asking for you to explain what was that for. however, with that look on your eye, iwaizumi swore something had bursted inside him that lead him unable to restrain himself as he slowly slithers his arm around your waist, the action sending you shivers through your spine while you watch as he reaches your hand that was holding his belt, raising it to let it rest on his shoulder. he chuckles under his breath while he keeps eye contact with you, “god, you really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”
SAKUSA: both his eyebrows shoot upwards and his body freezes momentarily. you watch as his eyes looks at you with shock written upon them. he could barely let out a steady statement as his breath wavers, “..w-what.. what are you doing?”
OIKAWA: “okay, so, remember when iw— AH! OH MY GOD!” he screeches out dramatically when you unexpectedly pull him by his belt and his heart runs in laps. he looks at you with shock as you only shoot him an innocent smile. “sweetie, what was that for?!” he lets a hand hover his chest as you giggle, about to give him an answer when he adds, “but that was kinda hot though..”
YAMAGUCHI: a high pitched yelp comes from his lips and he stares at you with wide eyes, a flush creeping across his cheeks. never have you seen your boyfriend look so embarrassed and surprised your whole life that you had to let out a laugh, your reaction worsening the blush on his cheeks as he holds the wrist of your hand that was holding his belt. “H-Honey.. S-Stop..”
KITA: when you pull him by his belt, he let’s out a tiny oh, peering at you with curiosity. smh innocent bb. he gives you a look that encourages you to explain what you did, but somehow, inside him, he thought it kinda felt nice to have you pull him towards you that way.
KENMA: he tenses. it honestly never crosses his mind once that you would ever do the action of pulling him towards you by his belt—the gesture so unexpected that it leaves him a blushing mess. his body freezes in place and you watch as he looks at you with wide eyes. “(y-y/n).. what was that..?”
KAGEYAMA: he really went “oh shit” as soon as he feels that force on his hip—not expecting you to suddenly pull him in that way. his eyebrows raises in surprise while his head tilts in confusion, not sure what to expect when you’re innocently looking at him in the eye. and he blinks, “uh. hi?”
ASAHI: “AH!” he lets out a yelp that could possibly be heard up to the second floor. he looks back and forth from your face then down to where your hand connects to his belt, letting him compose himself for a few moments as he freezes in place. his eyes widens and he stammers like crazy. “S-Sweetheart.. What- What did you just do..?”
USHIJIMA: both his eyebrows raise upon the sudden pull of force on his hip area. he looks down at you as he holds a potted plant on his hand. you watch as he blinks down at you, as if looking for any answers through whatever emotion your face has on. you let him place his plotted plant on the nearest surface and he faces you, holding your hand that was on his belt as he raises it to his chest, letting his thumb softly rub on to your soft skin. “is there anything you need, honey? you can tell me anything.”
MATTSUN: when you pull him by his belt, he lets shock overcome him, both his eyebrows shooting upward. and yet, that shock is quickly replaced by a smirk as he looks down to where your hand is holding his belt. he lets out a deep “oh?” with a certain glint on his eye that deeply intensifies your need for him.
BOKUTO: “AH! WHAT AR—wait what’s this all about baby?” his mood alters in the quickest because one moment his eyes were widened like saucers and now he’s peering down at you with expectation. and you’re starting to think he’s just realizing how much he likes the way you pull him to you by his belt. you could see the blush appearing on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck bashfully—a rare thing to be seen from the bokuto kotaro. and he suggests cheekily, “you know.. maybe you should do this more often.. hehe.”
AKAASHI: he lets out the softest gasp from his lips as his widened eyes wander down to where your hand grasps onto his belt, and his mind really goes ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-’ but then he scratches that by clearing his throat, trying his all to keep his composure while barely managing to keep eye contact with you. “w-what is it you need, honey..?”
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cestcirque · 2 months
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ケンマ!バレーしようぜ!
“Kenma! Let’s play volleyball!”
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kurooscopy · 27 days
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BABY HAS HIS OWN BUSINESS CARDS 🥺🥺🥺🥺 kuroo tetsurou your impact once again unmatched
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narumi-gens · 10 months
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Kuroo who was never really sure if he wanted kids but then you guys end up with an oops!baby and as Kuroo’s up for a late night feeding, he’s already thinking about how much he wants to give your first-born a sibling
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is anyone else sobbing BECAUSE I AM
🫠🫠🫠🫠
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Kuroo gets cute aggression specifically when u do/say cheesy romantic things or kiss him out of the blue bc it’s usually him doing that stuff to you so when u turn the tables he just short circuits. Standing there in shock beet red and his mind is like “bite them. Now. Fucking grab them around the waist and throw them into the couch do it”
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ttoya · 1 year
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Haikyuu!! x RAKU SPA ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
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atsoomi · 1 year
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Kuroo who's incredibly good with kids because he matches their childishness and entertains their antics, and shows off how tall he is and how he can carry several of them at once; the kids are always in awe of how big and strong he is and he eats it up, turning around to you to repeat what they say with a smug grin. Kuroo who loves helping random kids because they're so small and fragile in his hands that his paternal instincts immediately kick in. Kuroo who enjoys telling his nieces and nephews stories every time he visits his sister, and tucking them into bed before he leaves. Kuroo whose hormones kick in every time he sees you carrying a baby, seeing you coo at the baby as they let out a string of angelic giggles, thinking about how much he wants to give you one of your own.
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dfsdgaefh · 23 days
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oooohhh for a prompt baby kuroken napping together???
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napping on a sunbeam
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cozydaydreamss · 7 months
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// they are ready to watch themselves on big screen 🐈‍⬛🌙
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wonder-kya · 1 year
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It's spring at last🌸
Kuroo & Kenma are training a bit near the river banks~
I really enjoyed the process of this artwork made for @kurokenfanzine last year 💜
It was a blast being part of this project!
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tetsusgoing · 2 years
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Kuroo doesn't really understand flowers.
He thinks he knows some flower language — red roses are a famous romantic gesture, yellow flowers can either make someone very happy or very sad, white always represents something good and pure, and lavender roses represent love at first sight (he read that in a magazine once).
But at the end of the day, he is clueless when it comes to picking out flowers that suit the occasion, especially when he's picking out flowers for you.
He doesn't know your favorite flower, and he knows you're fairly passionate about the language of flowers — while he's aware that you wouldn't complain about whatever he gets you, it's a challenge he sets up for himself.
However, he's been in this flower shop for half an hour and, as the marigolds he's looking at start blending into each other, he's rethinking buying flowers. You'd appreciate a simple lunch, wouldn't you? He'd get it from your favorite restaurant and break out the fancy plates and make it look like a scene from a movie. And you'd smile at him like this is a movie and he's luckiest guy in the world.
He's looking absentmindedly at a vase of peonies that sit comfortably on a high shelf, pink and bright, when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He's grateful to look at something that isn't a flower even for a few minutes, and he's especially grateful that you're the one calling him.
"Heyyy ~"
Your voice comes through the phone, easy and playful the way it is on affectionate and slow mornings. It's his favorite sound in the world.
"Good afternoon princess, did you just wake up?" He lightly teases as he makes his way to an empty corner in the semi-packed shop so he can have some sort of privacy, a moment of quiet to tease you some more.
"Hey, eleven in the morning on a weekend isn't late," you click your tongue, "it's not my fault you're always up with sun, freak."
He laughs at the way you spit out your insults, like you're trying to hold back a giggle. You couldn't be threatening if you tried.
"Yeah yeah, I'm sure I'm the weird one in this relationship."
"You are." There is shuffling in the background, and he knows you're changing positions in bed the way you do when you're enjoying yourself on a call. "Where are you anyways? You're not really the type to hit it and quit it."
Oh, he knows you're incredibly proud of yourself for the terrible joke; and he knows that if he points it out, you'd say you're taking a page from his book.
"I'm getting us coffee because we're all out of capsules." It's partially a lie, but he wouldn't mind stopping by a coffee shop after he's done for you.
"Oh, right. I should really remember to write that on the grocery list. Actually, I'll do it right now, hold on—", the ruffling of bed sheets confirms that you're making your way out of bed and into the kitchen. He can visualize it very clearly, you with your terrible case of bed head— the same one he left you with —and blindingly colorful pajamas making your way to the kitchen.
You bump into your coffee table on the way, and he knows so because you're incredibly dramatic about your "wound".
"Okay, done. No more forgetting coffee capsules."
"Good job soldier."
That elicits a breathy laugh out of you and kuroo is pleased with himself.
"Okay, other than coffee, what else do you want for breakfast?" You're opening cabinets and searching for breakfast tools now.
"Oh, no need for you to make anything. I already made you pancakes while you were busy sleeping."
A moment of silence passes. He assumes you're checking the table for the mentioned pancakes.
"Didn't see those there." Comes your monotone reply.
"What, no 'thank you tetsuro you're the best boyfriend I could ask for'? I'm so unappreciated in this house." He jokes, knowing this will have you smiling on the other end.
And it does. Except, now, you're more awake and you bear the mindset to mess with him.
"If you make it home in less than 20 minutes, you might get some thank you kisses."
And before he has the chance to even blurt out a reply, you hang up.
It's such a classic move from you: dangle the prize in front of him, and then snatch it away. Knowing the challenging glint in his eyes, you were always sure that he would come chasing his prize.
And kuroo never lost, not when it came to you.
So he turns off his phone, quickly places it back in his pocket, and thanks god that the flower shop isn't that far from the apartment the two of you called home.
Now, one last thing keeps him from making his way back home and smothering you to death.
The flowers around him in the shop are all vibrant, and the smell is a reminder of why people are so obsessed with them. He knows you wouldn't mind if he got you a cabbage and wrapped it in a ribbon; he knows it doesn't matter what kind of flower he gets. You'd put it in a vase and water it everyday and kiss his face every time you look at it.
You've always appreciated everything he did. Kuroo didn't have to move a muscle to be showered with your affection, but that's never stopped him from going all out for you. Never stopped him from making a full course breakfast on weekends even when you argued that you wouldn't eat that much anyways. Never stopped him from doing all the house chores when you had an important final coming up even if you weren't that busy. Never stopped him from listening to your favorite songs and memorizing them enough to sing along with you when it plays on the radio.
And it certainly wasn't about to stop him from buying you the prettiest bouquet of flowers that he has ever laid his eyes on.
It sits proudly on a shelf mounted on the wall near the entrance (how did he miss them?), like a jewel on a crown among the other displays of flowers. Its vase, though simple, is a perfect fit; the colors that explode on its petals are mesmerizing in a way that would be disturbed by any other vase.
It was perfect.
You'd put it in a similar vase and place it proudly on your dinning table, like a prize. You'd walk past it all through the day and smile to yourself; you'd think of your boyfriend and his great taste in flowers.
Stargazer lilies, right? Pink and white and speckles of dark red, the kind of flowers you take back home to your girlfriend when you're thinking of proposing to her over breakfast.
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