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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 months

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Kuroo YN:

Kuroo’s Twin and dating Daishou

Nekoma x Fem! YN; Daishou x Fem! YN

Warnings: none

AN: this is a request !

Are you lucky to be related to Kuroo Tetsuro???

Tetsuro would say you are the luckiest sister in the entire world

Kenma would say it’s a curse

Yaku would flat out say “No 😐”

Let’s just say it has its ups and downs

For instance, you get dragged into helping with practice basically daily

But you also get to go to tournaments 👀

And tournaments mean cute boys right???

Correct 🥰

And one of those cute boys just happens to be staring at you right now

You sit up with Akane and Alisa while the boys battle it out for the last spot for nationals

You look down to see a certain snake boy looking your way

Staring… he’s staring at you Yn

Full out 👁️👄👁️

Because you are just so freaking pretty, who can blame him!

Actually all the boys are staring at you Yn but the only one that matters is the one snake 🐍 on the opposite your brother

Now your brother isn’t unaware of this

He’s a middle blocker, he sees it all!

But what he doesn’t see is your precious Yn blushing back at the man who is giving her all the attention

After the game and Nekoma’s victory, you rush down to see your brother

Unfortunately/Fortunately you run smack into the wall of Daishou

You know Daishou, you were just flirting with him 😏

But you also know he’s your brothers arch nemesis

“Hey YN, you look nice today,” Daishou smirks as you blush and smile sweetly at the comment

“Good game Daishou, I thought your team played well!” You respond, still blushing

“Hey could I get your number, I’d like to take you out sometime,” he asks as you nod, quickly punching your number in his phone

You wave and quickly take off to find Tetsuro before he discovers your treason

A few weeks go by and you are talking with Daishou daily

He tells you about his ex-girlfriend and lets you know she’s definitely out of the picture

Soon, you evolve to going on secretive dates

Dates away from the prying eyes of your brother and the entire Nekoma team

Because let’s face it, they all think Daishou is a snake

However you know a different side of Daishou

The side he doesn’t often show to others but is actually really sweet

Soon you two are hanging out often and doing all the cute couple things

Like going to the movies, attending the local fair, taking pictures in one of those photo booths

Tetsuro is aware of your absence and asks you about it

You just tell a tiny white lie and tell him you’re hanging with a new friend

Technically it isn’t a lie tho right

You and Daishou and friends right?

Friends to lovers troupe that is 😌

Daishou eventually takes that next step and asks you to be his girlfriend

Of course you are excited and want to scream it to the world

But you can only scream it so far Yn

Because if Tetsuro finds out, oof

You’ll have a Romeo and Juliet situation real quick Yn

After a while of dating Daishou, you become careless about your strategic date planning

You go into more crowded areas and closer to your home turf

That’s when a certain someone snaps a picture of two certain love birds in an embrace

Kenma sends the picture to Kuroo and says “YN’s making out with Daishou”

Then all hell breaks loose

Not 2 seconds after the text is sent, you receive a barrage of texts and phone calls

You think something’s wrong, skipping the texts and answering your brothers call

“Hey Tetsuro what’s wrong?” You say, blissfully unaware of what’s to come

“What the heck Yn?? Didn’t think you’d be a snake too!” Tetsuro screams as you pull the phone away from your ear

Daishou is just standing there like 🧍🙄

“I’m doing great Tetsuro how are you?” You answer sarcastically knowing you’ve been caught red handed

You aren’t even mad about it, more like relieved

Tetsuro is angry but you know he’ll get over it eventually

At school and home, Tetsuro ignores you for max 2 days

You, on the other hand, enjoy the silence 😌

That is until Daishou decides to show up at school to take you out on a surprise date 🤗

He texts you telling you he’s at the gate and sheer panic grazes your face

Yaku calls you out and you are forced to tell Tetsuro

Of course, he puffs up his chest and races to the front entrance of the school 😒

You follow behind and so do the Nosey Nancy’s of Nekoma high

Kenma is ready to film if necessary

Yaku is just amused

Yamamoto is sad you fell for another man instead of him

And Kai is just exhausted

“How dare you Daishou?!” Tetsuro screams at him as you quickly approach a smirking Daishou

“Tetsuro knock it off now!” You yell, pushing your brother back

“Really YN? Him! Of all people, you choose a snake?!?” Tetsuro screams at you

“Suguru is nice to me and I like him! Can’t you be a little supportive of me please?!?”

Your big eyes bat at your brother as you try to persuade

Tetsuro just sighs

“Fine but if he hurts you, it will not end well!” He says, before turning and scoffing away

You know he doesn’t like Daishou but you know he supports and loves you

And that’s all that matters 🥰

#haikyuu!!#haikyu!#haikyū!!#haikyu headcanons #kuroo headcanons #daishou headcanons #daishou suguru #kuroo testuro #female reader #daishou x fem! reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x fem! reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #kuroo x reader #nekoma #nekoma cats

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rinsaint · 2 years

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HQ BOYS FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOU !!

ft. haikyuu boys !!

cw. tit play, oral, kissing, marking, cowgirl, missionary, finger sucking !!

He loves your hips. He loves laying on your hips as you both cuddle watching tv. He loves touching your hips as he tells you to watch out so he can go through. And when you two are kissing, his hands travel down to your hips and a grin settles on his lips. In the bedroom his love for your hips increases more, he would start to leave kisses between the valley of your breast, occasionally giving your hard bud a squeeze, all the way down to your hips as he kisses down to your soaking cunt.

Osamu, aone, kita, asahi, sakusa, aran !!

He loves your neck. He loves leaving gentle kisses on it whenever. Especially when you two are cuddling. It makes him warm inside to hear your little giggles telling him to stop leaving kisses on your neck because it tickles. Marking you up when you bounce on his cock is his favourite thing too. Euphoric moans slipping pass your lips. Leaning into your neck as you ride him while both are you are sweaty and desperate for each other.

kuroo, kageyama, bokuto, atsumu, mattsun, daishou !!

He loves your hand. He likes to kiss your hand ask how’s your day going. He notices if you get your nails done right away and compliments them saying that they are cute. Intertwining his fingers with yours as he fucks into your cunt. Swallowing your moans as he kisses you deeply. He would take your hand and leave a little kiss on it as he travels your hand to his hard cock. Biting his lip as you play with him.

ushijima, daichi, sugawara, iwaizumi, akaashi !!

He loves your lips. Basic i know, but there is something that makes a smile rise to his cheeks as he pulls away from kissing you. Stroking his thumb on your lips as his fingers slip in your mouth, watching as you suck and moan around his digits. Your lips parting as you let out a gasp. He finds your lips so mesmerising. Passionate make out sessions which leads to more. Which leads to his cock slipping in and out of your soaking cunt, kissing him hungrily.

kenma, tsukishima, suna, makki, tendou !!

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come-on-shitty-boys · 3 months

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//inked. kuroo tetsurou//

Meet the Cast and Crew

Starring:

Kuroo Tetsurou as the owner and artist of K. Ink. Yes, it's K DOT Ink. It is not Kink. He now regrets all of his marketing decisions.

Bokuto Koutarou as the resident body piercer who probably shouldn't be trusted with needles given the number of times he's pricked himself.

Akaashi Keiji as the front desk clerk who might have a caffeine problem, but he's not really interested in talking about that right now.

Y/N as the newest apprentice who is fully over Kuroo's bullshit. He should consider himself lucky that he's good at his job.

Daishou Suguru as law school dropout turned owner and artist of Seven Deadly Tattoos, a good friend of yours and an even better enemy of Kuroo's.

With Special Guest Appearances From:

Tsukishima Kei as K. Ink regular who is getting pretty tired of the disgusting level of sexual tension in the shop.

Terushima Yuuji as the resident body piercer of Seven Deadly Tattoos who just might be Daishou's most chaotic business decision, but he keeps the place interesting, right?

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inked is a tattoo artist!kuroo x gender neutral apprentice!reader fan fiction for mature audiences. Content warnings can be found at the beginning of this book. Reader discretion is advised.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#inked #kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #daishou #bokuto #akaashi

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laceymorganwrites · 9 months

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Calling you mommy for the first time - hcs

Haikyuu edition

Tendou:

when you´re baking together

you two have an off day and baking is one of your favorite past time activities

it´s just nice to spend time together, talking, cuddling, dancing around the kitchen and singing together and in the end you even get something delicious out of it

Satori is so in love with you, it´s not even funny anymore, he´d do anything for you

you´re the first person he really feels safe with completely, who makes him feel so special and beautiful at all times

´it´s looking good, mommy´ he smiles at you, brightly

´it´s cause I put all of my love for you in it´

Kuroo:

when you get him snacks while studying

Kuroo is someone who is very inexperienced in relationships which isn´t something bad at all

in fact you think it´s really cute

you love pampering him and going along with his pace, feeling happy at every little milestone you reach

that being said he is very busy because studying and his grades are always the most important to him

you support him as best as you can, always making sure he sleeps enough, takes enough breaks and like now, bring him water and snacks to make sure he eats and drinks enough

´you´re a lifesaver, mommy´

he´s so relieved every time you force him to take breaks, just to be able to spend more time with you

he never was shy about his preferences, he loves being babied like this because it takes the pressure off (he´s anything but a manchild tho)

Bokuto:

after a game

he always is extra excited when it comes to you

and he loves nothing more than knowing you´re there at every game of his, supporting him no matter what

you´re his only good luck charm that works every damn time

you always tell him where you´re gonna sit so that he knows where to look when he´s making an important move

he actually gets nervous and anxious when he can´t spot you right away

loves nothing more when you´re wearing a jersey of his

you two are definitely one of the more private couples which you wouldn´t expect with him

like yes, he brags about you every chance he gets but the intimacy stays completely private, he also doesn´t like kissing you in public because of the paparazzi

after the game you always steal away to a secluded area where you can either congratulate him or cheer him up

´are you proud of me, mommy?´

Daishou:

when he can´t fall asleep at night

it´s a known fact that Suguru is the sub in the relationship in every way

he just depends on you too much

but it´s not in a toxic way, it´s just the first time he feels safe enough to open up, safe enough to get taken care of like he always wanted

you´re the first person to ever take his issues seriously and you´re so good at helping him become a better version of himself

he´s not that good at romantic actions, but he tells you every day how much you mean to him and how grateful he is to you

you´re the kind of couple that mostly stays in for dates, just a nice dinner and a movie with the weekly sleepover

you know he´s having nightmares and sleep to him is something very precious but also scary to him

that´s why you´re always staying with him until he finally falls asleep

sometimes he´s cuddly at night but mostly he needs space when he sleeps because he moves around a lot and is a light sleeper

you always talk to him and cuddle him when he can´t fall asleep and he really appreciates it

´I´m tired, mommy´

#haikyuu #haikyuu writing #haikyuu tendou #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu daishou #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu bokuto

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nope-i-dont-think-i-will · 2 years

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Haikyuu: How ____ Holds Hands! P1

Daichi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Daishou, Ushijima, Oikawa, Terushima, Iizuna, Futakuchi, Kita x reader.

(Pls repost and talk about what you think, my reach is SINKING lmao)

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Sawamura Daichi:

Daichi taps gently on the back of your hand and let's you flip your hand to hold his with no force or intent other than to show you hes there and you are loved. The only exception is when your crying and he will grab your hands and gently squeeze it in a pattern to remind you hes there and help ground you. He loves you and wants you to know you have the decision, always.

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Tetsuro Kuroo:

Kuroo has a habit of pairing holding hands with other forms of affection as well, it's not bad but it probably did throw you off the first two or three times. He interlocks your fingers across the table and suddenly lifts your hands so he can press a gentle kiss to your knuckles, he takes your hand when the two of you are hanging out and suddenly tries to get you to dance with a bright goofy grin. He loves to see the blush that litters your face at each surprising gesture and it makes the thoughts of you lingering in his head so, so worth it.

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Koutaro Bokuto:

Bokuto will press kisses to your knuckles or palms every single time he holds your hands. He could be doing something or talking to someone when you come take his hand and he will stop what he is doing momentarily to press a kiss to your hand. He will hold the back of your hand and press a kiss to your palms too if hes got access easy. He gives you a proud grin and a chuckle, always looking so incredibly proud if himself when you give him a blushing smile in return. The sight if you giggling or blushing at his antics makes him fall even more in love with you if it's possible.

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Suguru Daishou:

Daishou is surprisingly subtle, and instead of holding your whole hand he holds your lower wrist and interlocks your pinkies. He worries you will leave him, and the interlocked pinkies serve as a silent reminder and promise the two of you will never leave each others sides. If hes in a really bad mood or generally emotionally exhausted he will interlock your pinkies and kiss your cheek with a small "I'll love you forever... I promise..." please promise him back, he needs it on those days.

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Wakatoshi Ushijima

Ushijima is a little old school, holding your hand the traditional way without any dramatics, but he makes it up with muttered words and sweet compliments. "Your hands fit so well with mine love.. I'm happy to have you with me.." in a quiet voice that just makes your heart melt. He always makes sure to remind you that he is so, so lucky to have you: always in such a quiet, sweet tone that you know hes always genuine and that he doesn't need to show you off or vise versa for him to be happy by your side.

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Toru Oikawa:

Oikawa holds your hand anytime your around, and will constantly fiddle with whatever is on your hands. Especially if you have a rings, he will sit by your side, hand on top of your and his fingers lightly messing with them as you talk or watch movies. If you buy a fidget ring he will not leave it alone. Also if he finds anything on your hands particularly beautiful or eye catching he lifts your hand and places a kiss to it, muttering why it makes you look even more gorgeous before leaning up and kissing your cheek with a chuckle at your fluster. Hes got a great fashion sense when it comes to anything on you too, so most of these items he does this with are things that make you look stunning or bring out one of your features.

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Yuji Terushima:

Terushima goes out of his way to make a cheesy joke or make you laugh every single time he holds your hand. He uses this strategy constantly, even using it to lighten the mood in serious situations occasionally. "Your hand looks heavy babe- let me hold it!" He gives you a cheesy grin and proud eyes as you giggle at his childish antics and hand over your hand for him to hold. He will hold your hand backwards or tangle your arms together slightly, just being generally clumsy to hear that gorgeous laugh of yours.

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Shinsuke Kita:

Kita holds your hand in a way where the back of your hand touches his palm and he uses his thumb to just run tiny circles on the side of your hand. He does it on instinct and loves to feel when you slightly relax under his touch. Occasionally if he feels particularly like fluttering you he will lift your palm to him and press a gentle kiss to it before giving a small pec to your lips as well to watch your eyes widen and your face go pink. Interlock your pinkies in that position on days where he has it rough and you get a small, content, lovestruck smile from him every time.

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Kenji Futakuchi:

Futakuchi smiles every time he sees your hand within holding range, always putting his hand in yours when he can. He always has a hand open when hes near you just because he loves to hold yours. His hand always fiddles with your fingers or runs a gentle thumb on the back of your hand while you do things together. Its oddly nice to see the normally 'problematic' captain so gentle for you.

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Tsukasa Iizuna:

Iizuna used to dislike holding hands, and still had a bit of a hard time accepting it until he got injured and he realized just how close holding hands made him feel to you. Now he likes to hold your hand gently as he sits with you anywhere or when you're doing something by his side. Still doesn't like holding hands when walking because he worries he's going to fall and you're going to tumble down with him and get hurt :[[

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PLEASE REPOST AND ASK FOR MORE CHARACTERS FOR THIS IF YOU ARE INTERESTED <33

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sassycheesecake · 2 years

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Haikyuu boys that would text like this:

-OIKAWA TORŪ, MIYA ATSUMU, Terushima Yuji, Kuroo Tetsurō, Yamamoto Taketora, Koganegawa Kanji, Tanaka Ryūnosuke, SUGURU DAISHŌ, Suna Rintarō, Hoshiumi Kōrai

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suguruslut · 7 months

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Scaredy Snake

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Suguru Daishou, Akaashi Keiji x Bokuto Koutarou

Rating: Teens and Up

Word Count: 7,000

Chapters: 1 of 2

Collections: spooky haikyuu, kuguru fics

Summary:

Suguru is only at this allegedly "haunted" house because he considers it his job to debunk frauds on YouTube, and his most recent target is the ridiculously popular ghost hunting channel Bokuto's Boos. While tagging along for a special Halloween investigation, Suguru experiences things he can't explain— So what if the clown statue appeared to be watching him, the broken puppets danced on their own and the messy-haired audio tech looked really damn attractive in night vision? It's probably just a trick of the eyes, right? Definitely nothing paranormal...

With art by @norainacad

Read it on AO3 by suguru_slut

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moons-ponge · 1 year

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Haikyuu love children pt2 including more rare pairs that I like or at least not as popular ships

#Miwalisa #hoshihiru #asasemi #kuroshou #miwa kageyama #alisa haiba #love children #haikyuu ships #haikyuu rarepair #haikyuu love children #haikyuu hoshiumi #hoshiumi x Hirugami #kuroo tetsuro x suguru Daishou #semi eita x Asahi azumane #miwa kageyama x alisa haiba

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leavethesydney · 7 days

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Jealous Cat over a Mere Owl - #kuroshou - pre time skip exlovers broken up, teasing, jealousy, konoha appearance🤭

The sun was setting on the volleyball training camp, and the Tokyo teams, Fukurōdani, Nekoma, and Nohebi had been battling it out all day. The match between Fukurōdani and Nohebi had just ended, leaving the players sweaty but satisfied with their performance.

Daishou Suguru, Nohebi’s captain, found himself at the net, engaging in easy small talk with Konoha Akinori. Their conversation was light, filled with laughter and shared anecdotes from the day's matches. Daishou thought nothing of the conversation but casual small talk from a fellow athlete he doesn’t see often. However Daishou noticed his his rival lurking around. Kuroo Tetsurou Nekoma’s captain was watching them from the bleachers, his gaze intense and unwavering.

Kuroo couldn't tear his eyes away from Daishou, his ex-boyfriend he still harbored feelings for. He was supposed to be with Mika still, wasn't he? Yet here he was, laughing and conversing with Konoha Akinori as if they were old friends. Jealousy surged through Kuroo like a wave, his heart pounding in his chest. How close was Daishou with Fukurōdani’s third year wing spiker?

Daishou, ever perceptive, caught the flicker of jealousy in Kuroo's eyes. He let the conversation with Konoha drift off naturally. Almost to taunt Kuroo, like he couldn’t resist, he drove the conversation to Nekoma. He asked about of times when Nekoma faced their school, complementing Nekoma’s defense, and bringing up Kuroo’s name.

“Wouldn’t you say their captain is quite the pest? Good with his blocking, too.” Konoha could feel there was more to this sentence than what Daishou said aloud. He’s been in a room with Akaashi and Bokuto for Christ-sake. And seeing the tension building from Kuroo across the room, he could tell these two are exponentially worse with dealing with their feelings. Konoha offered a polite nod and parted ways wanting nothing to do with being an in-between between two lovers.

He shook his head at Kuroo (Kuroo seeing none of it) walking off.

As Konoha exited the scene, Daishou sauntered over to Kuroo, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Jealousy has always been your worst look." he teased, leaning against the net.

Kuroo's cheeks flushed, caught off guard by Daishou's directness. "I-I'm not jealous," he stammered, but even he knew he wasn't fooling anyone. There wasn’t even an insult tacked on his response.

Daishou chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, come on, Kuroo. It's written all over your face. I could feel your envy from across the room. Don’t get your tail in a twist, Konoha and I were only talking volleyball."

The Nekoma captain shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed under Daishou's gaze. "I didn't expect to see you so... friendly with Konoha."

Daishou's smirk softened into a smile, and he reached out to gently touch Kuroo's arm. "It's just conversation." Daishou said no more, but he was living for the thrill of seeing Kuroo like this. He did not want to put his ex at ease right away.

A little silence passed as Daishou moved the conversation along with stating, “You know I’m with Mika anyway.”

Kuroo nodded, trying to ignore the way his heart sank at the mention of Daishou's girlfriend. "Right, of course."

"But," Daishou continued, his voice lowering to a more serious tone, "that doesn't mean I don't notice when someone else is interested in me."

Kuroo's eyes widened. The tension between them crackled like electricity, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. Both left with more questions floating in their heads that night, Konoha just being the prompt for Kuroo and Daishou to ask, “What are they to each other, and will they ever move on from one another?”

#haikyuu #haikyū!!#nohebi #nekoma #kuroo tetsurou x daishou suguru #kuroo x daishou #kuroo haikyuu #daishou haikyuu #fukurodani #konoha akinori #daishou suguru #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu!!#hq

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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"Mmmm baby… wiggling that tongue so sweet for me... So shameless that she likes danger. Or is being caught sucking my cock what you'd like everyone to see? Huh?" He praises you by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you mumble, savouring it.

Just hearing his vulgar words, the friction of your clit against the inside seam of your trousers and the thought of giving a blow job in a public place would make you cum.

“Do you like being treated like this? Like the slut you are?" You have the courage to look at him as you nod, your lips caressing the tip of his cock. A mixture of saliva and presemen that you'd clean up with your tongue and swallow before smiling at him.

"I see... you won't stop sucking until I cum, will you?"

You have time to smile again before he plunges you back onto his cock and fucks your throat deep before painting it white.

ATSUMU, COACH UKAI, Hanamaki, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, KUROO, Akaashi, DAISHOU, Kageyama, Kita, TSUKISHIMA, Osamu

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i-need-entertainment · 1 year

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Haikyuu!! x Naruto

As the title suggests, this is haikyuu characters edited to be various naruto characters >:)

reblogging/saving is perfectly fine, but do not repost as your own. thank you

In order we have...

Washio as Kakuzu

Bokuto as Hidan

Daichi as Pein

Kunimi as Itachi

Kindaichi as Kisame

Daishou as Orochimarou

Kuroo as Kakashi

Akaashi as Shino

Tanaka as Guy

For obvious reasons I am tagging @i-just-like-goats <3

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sportsanimesrarepairs · 6 months

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daishou Suguru/Kuroo Tetsurou Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Daishou Suguru, Kozume Kenma Additional Tags: Getting Together, Happy Ending, Coming Out, Temporary Angst Summary:

Kuroo's relationship with Daishou had never been simple. Kissing him didn't make up for the many years Kuroo spent agonizing over him, but it was a very good start.

#haikyuu #rare pairings #hq rare pairings #kuroo tetsurou #daishou suguru #kuroo tetsurou x daishou suguru #fanfiction

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seijorhi · 8 months

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Wither and Bleed

sorry for the wait y'all <33 Daishou Suguru x female reader, Kuroo Tetsurou x female reader w.c 4.6k tw: dubcon, yandere themes, kidnapping, nsfw, stockholm syndrome, mentions of blood, alcoholism, mild smut

Daishou eyes the bottom of his glass dispassionately, watching the amber dregs of whiskey roll as he slowly tilts it – pointedly ignoring the sound of footsteps approaching, the low, mocking whistle that follows.

“I’d say it’s good to see you, Daishou, but I gotta be honest, this place is a dump and you look like shit.”

There’s a flush high on his cheekbones, his eyes are glazed, bloodshot. Despite the heaviness in his head, the liquor fuelled haze and exhaustion that makes pulling a coherent train of thought… somewhat difficult, he’s not so far gone that he can’t recognise the grating voice and accompanying laugh.

One more. One more, and maybe then he’ll stumble off home to continue drinking in peace. That, or he’ll pass out the second he hits the couch. At this point, he’s not picky.

“Another,” he rasps at the bartender, whose only response, aside from the surly look he sends Daishou’s way, is to unscrew the cap of the bottle of cheap whiskey and tilt it back over his glass. Glaring, all the while.

Once upon a time, Daishou might’ve said something to that. Made some snarky remark, goaded him ‘til he got a rise – or got his ass thrown out.

(You’d chide him for it, too, in that exasperated tone of yours. He’d be tempted to think you were serious, but you’d sigh, call him hopeless and your hand would snake in his on the walk home anyway.)

Disdainful sneers, the staring, the whispers and pointing, baldie behind the bar wouldn’t be the first stranger to recognise him. Daishou can’t even blame the guy, really. A woman goes missing, all eyes turn to the husband. The boyfriend. The ex. He might be a piece of work, depending on who you asked –an asshole, arrogant, a conniving son of a bitch – but hell would freeze over before he’d ever lay a hand on his girl. On any girl.

So, yeah, he gets why the guy’s staring at him like he’s the scum of the earth. Doesn’t make it any less of a bitter pill to swallow.

“You planning on ignoring me, then?”

“Trying to,” he mutters, accepting the drink with a short dip of his chin. The whiskey burns on the way down, warming his chest through. Bottom shelf liquor’s too cheap to enjoy for much else. Daishou closes his eyes, “Leave me alone.”

And that stupid, suit-wearing, smug asshole laughs, and pulls out the seat next to him.

Fucking terrific.

Kuroo tuts, motioning at the bartender for a drink of his own, “Aw, c’mon. That’s no way to greet an old friend, is it?” He waits a beat for the reaction that doesn’t come, the mirth in his eyes fading somewhat, then sighs. In a more sober voice, he says, “I heard Yotsuya Motors dropped you. I’m sorry, man.”

The muscle in his jaw tightens, his knuckles turning white. Dropped was a good way of putting it. Closer to the truth than the bullshit story they’d peddled online and to the fans, the one wherein Daishou and the Yotsuya Motor Spirits had amicably reached the decision to part ways before the beginning of the new season.

‘This isn’t a position any of us want to be in, Suguru. You’re a good player, you’ve done well this past season, but you have to consider how this looks for both the team and the V League as a whole. We’re not saying you’ve done anything wrong – of course not – only that the public perception holds weight these days.’

And so it went. He’d sat there, numb, and listened for fifteen minutes while the head coach and upper management explained that him ‘voluntarily’ stepping down was in his best interest. Pretending, all the while, that they were on his side. That they for one second actually believed in his innocence.

The cowards couldn’t even look him in the eye.

None of which makes enduring his old rival’s fake fucking sympathy any easier.

“For what it’s worth,” Kuroo continues, “while you’ve always been a cheating rat bastard, you don’t strike me as the girlfriend murdering kind–”

One minute, his drink is in his hand, the next, he’s hurled it against the wall behind Kuroo’s head, the glass shattering on impact, cheap whiskey sliding down the paint, and Daishou’s on his feet, chest heaving, muscles taut. Hands shaking as they flex and curl around nothing.

For once, Kuroo’s stunned into absolute silence.

The whole bar stills, a deathly quiet falling over the room. The other patrons gawk at him, wide eyed and horrified – a violent unravelling they’re eager to glut themselves on – no noise but the forgotten hum of 80’s rock drifting through the speakers.

No one breathes.

No one moves.

Daishou, shaking, trembling in the cold wake of his own dissipating rage, shudders out a strangled breath. “She’s not–” the words stick in his throat; tight, painful. He forces them out through gritted teeth, “She’s not dead.”

Kuroo, staring back at him with some inscrutable expression, says nothing. Does nothing, aside from slowly lowering his drink – still untouched – down to the bar, as though Daishou hadn’t just pitched a glass tumbler right past his head. At his head, technically.

“Out,” the bartender snaps after a tense beat, jabbing one thick finger towards the door. “Get the fuck out!”

Daishou can barely hear him over the ringing in his ears.

“She’s not dead,” he repeats, his voice hoarse.

Through all of this, it’s the one thought he won’t entertain. No matter how many times he’s hauled back into the police station, or someone recognises him from the news and the dirty looks and whispers start. No matter how much hatred and vitriol and accusations are thrown his way, that thought alone is constant.

You can’t be dead.

“Out!”

Daishou doesn’t need to be told a third time. He spares the raven haired bastard one last look on his way out, sneering, and lets the door sweep shut behind him.

The place was a shithole anyway.

And he can pretend, for a minute or two, that the churning, sick feeling eating away at his insides is the liquor, that the sheen in his eyes is purely due to the icy bite of the wind as he stumbles off in the direction of home.

Too much alcohol flooding his veins, too screwed up to register the prickling on the nape of his neck, or the footsteps that follow after him, down the narrow laneway – a shortcut he’s taken a thousand times.

When the blow comes, striking hard and fast at the back of his head, Daishou drops like a stone.

—

When Daishou was seven years old, he fell out of the tree in his backyard and broke his arm. He also managed to knock himself out – for all of about five seconds.

Long enough to scare the hell out of his parents, anyway. When he woke up, bleary and dazed, his parents hovering over him, Daishou didn’t feel any pain, not immediately. That’d come later, trying not to blubber and wail in the back seat of his dad’s car on the way to the E.R. At first, though, it was just… sort of like being shaken from a deep, deep sleep. Disorientating, more than anything else.

This isn’t like that at all.

Coming to, all Daishou can focus on is the pain in the back of his skull. His eyes are too heavy to lift, his limbs sluggish and sore. From a dry, cotton mouth, a low groan escapes him.

At first, he assumes he’s at home – lying sprawled on the bathroom floor, having hurled up his guts through the night. Wouldn’t be the first time, and considering his sorry state, he’d hazard a guess that it wouldn’t be the last, either.

“Suguru.”

Warmth. A loosening in his chest. Despite the discomfort, the sound of your voice never fails to soothe. In the weeks that you’ve been missing, Daishou’s dreamed of waking up beside you. Of rolling over and cracking an eye open to find you right there, fast asleep and curled up beside him, where you’ve always been.

Where you’ve always belonged.

You stir when his fingertips trace along your jaw, smile in that sleepy way of yours, catching his hand, keeping him there. And even in his dream, when there’s no reason for his chest to tighten, a lump to settle in his throat at the sight of you, it does.

“Suguru, listen to me!” your voice pleads.

There are other dreams, ones where you’re lying on the living room floor surrounded by a pool of blood. There’s a kitchen knife sticking out of your chest, and he’s the one holding it.

Daishou prefers the ones where you’re alive. Safe. Home with him.

“You have to wake up.”

Why? He wakes up and you disappear again. Cheek pressed to the cold bathroom tiles, sick to his stomach and head throbbing.

And you still won’t be there.

“Please.” Your voice sounds… different. Not soft and loving, not the sleep tinged murmur he usually hears. “Please, Suguru, you’ve gotta wake up! Open your eyes for me.”

Daishou doesn’t want to. Pounding head or not, he’d stay in the dark with you – your voice, strained as it is – as long as his subconscious would allow. But that’s not a choice he gets to make, leaden lids slowly prying open, squinting under the influx of light.

The first day or two after you disappeared, Daishou convinced himself that despite all the evidence to the contrary, you weren’t gone gone. An accident, a miscommunication, dead phone, fuck, a fight he didn’t remember picking; he clung to any excuse, any explanation that left room for you walking through the door, sheepishly abashed over all the fuss caused.

He would’ve forgiven you – for anything.

The days passed, the cops came by, dragged him in for questioning, and Daishou started to realise that you weren’t staying with your parents, or a friend. You weren’t pissed at him for something stupid he did or said. You weren’t coming home on your own.

Which left the alternative.

People who disappear like you did; out of the blue, no warning, no trace – they don’t come back unscathed.

If they come back.

Daishou’s had weeks now to sit with that – while he drowns himself in bottom shelf whiskey and cheap beer, wallowing in his own fucking misery, you’re going through an unimaginable hell.

Blinking against the brightness, the room slowly comes into focus, his eyes adjusting, and Daishou’s heart leaps into his throat. He forgets the pain. Forgets that he’s spent weeks – months, now – thinking over every awful eventuality and drinking himself stupid in the process. All he sees is you; sitting up in bed, hair tousled, wearing an old, faded tee two sizes too big, looking the way you do in the dreams he has where you never disappeared.

“Suguru,” you gasp, the noise choked, halfway to a sob, your wobbling smile mired by the sheen of tears brimming behind your lashes.

But Daishou doesn’t see that. Doesn’t register it, not as he scrambles forward, his desperation to touch you, feel you, make sure you’re here and you’re real overriding every other sense–

Only for the cold, metal handcuffs hooked from his wrist to the broken radiator to pull taut, jerking him to a stop.

“… The fuck?” he mutters, eyebrows pinching together in confusion. Experimentally, he tugs on it again.

It doesn’t budge.

Daishou swallows, mouth dry, blood running cold, and as this new, unsettling reality takes root, slowly drags his gaze from his cuffed hand back to the bed. To you, watching him with a devastation that has his heart clenching.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, his subconscious sings, the warning bells tolling, and for the first time since he opened his eyes in this unfamiliar room, Daishou sees you.

The mottled marks of red and purple, fading yellow littered across your exposed collarbone, trailing along your neck. The shadows under bloodshot eyes, the pallor of your skin.

And Daishou remembers.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him through tears, the words spilling out as though you’re confessing some great, unforgivable sin. “It’s my fault, Suguru. It’s all my fault.”

His mouth opens – all that comes out is a strangled rasp of your name, which only serves to make you cry harder, shoulders shaking and a hand clamped over your lips to stifle them.

Daishou’s never wanted to wake up from a nightmare so badly. He’s never wanted so desperately to pinch himself and prove he’s not dreaming.

But at the sound of footsteps approaching, a change sweeps over you. You stiffen, freezing for the briefest of moments before you hastily set about wiping away the evidence of tears, shooting him a pleading, desperate look he doesn’t really understand.

Not until the deadbolt clicks and the door swings open, and Daishou’s confronted with the man who took everything from him.

One by one, the pieces fall into place with horrifying clarity.

The bar, their ‘chance’ meeting, all that goading– ‘For what it’s worth, while you’ve always been a cheating rat bastard, you don’t strike me as the girlfriend murdering kind.’

A small, insane part of him wants to laugh hysterically.

He settles for a baser instinct. Strains against the chain at his wrist, face twisted into a feral snarl, and hisses, “You fucking asshole.”

Kuroo’s eyes crinkle with a grin, but his attention doesn’t remain on Daishou for long. On cue, you shuffle to the edge of the bed, shoulders low and eyes glistening. “I-I’m sorry, Tetsurou,” you murmur, meek and demure.

The fucker laps it right up. Coos as he makes his way over, disregarding his other captive entirely. Two long fingers curl beneath your chin, tilting it upwards. He holds you there, lets his thumb brush along your lower lip. You shiver, and that too he greedily drinks in.

He doubts very much that Kuroo’s forgotten about him, yet the way he stares at you – insatiable, a craving that goes too deep, a yearning too consuming – and you back at him, Daishou may as well have been invisible

A wave of disgust seeps through his bones, tainting his blood, curdling in his stomach – but he doesn’t look away. He can’t bear that, either.

When Kuroo finally decides to close that gap and kiss you, you don’t offer a shred of hesitation. You surrender to it, breath hitching when he catches your lip between his teeth and nips at it–

(The way you used to when he’d do the same.)

–and when he breaks away, a strand of his spit still connecting you, and moves to cup your tear stained cheek, you nuzzle into him, peppering soft little kisses to his palm.

“I know, sweetheart,” he drawls, his voice a touch deeper, clearly affected by how sweetly you’re trying to pacify him. “But actions gotta have consequences. I warned you what’d happen if you brought him up again,” he pauses, and chuckles a little, “and you know I’m too much of a jealous bastard to let that kinda stuff slide.”

Hooded, hazel eyes flicker back to him, pinning him in place. The amusement in Kuroo’s face fades, leaving behind a blistering cold contempt as he regards his old high school rival.

Daishou sneers back.

“You said you loved him.”

“I don’t,” comes the immediate response. Too quick.

Kuroo scoffs. “You still mumble his damn name in your sleep. He the one you’re imagining when I’m buried inside of you, making you cum, sweetheart?”

You’re fucking right it is, you piece of shit, Daishou thinks viciously. The words themselves sit on the tip of his tongue, prideful and sharp, itching to be inflicted. Damn the consequences, he might’ve said it just to see the look on that bastard’s face – except Kuroo isn’t even looking his way. Isn’t paying him the slightest bit of attention, idly toying with a lock of your hair as if you aren’t clutching at him, eyes betraying your panic like a deer in headlights, and Daishou feels sick all over again.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

“N-no, of course not!”

“No?” Kuroo’s brow arches upwards. “You sure ‘bout that?”

There’s no answer you can give that’ll convince him, yet silence proves equally damning. You seem to realise as much, mouth opening and closing as you try and fail to conjure up the right words to diffuse the situation. Kuroo offers you no out, letting you dig your own grave with the shovel he’s given you, taking some kind of sick satisfaction in your distress.

Unable to summon anything more than a choked squeak, you stretch upwards again, a delicate hand on his jaw, and kiss him. The action is desperate and clumsy, borne from panic over passion or affection. Kuroo accepts it eagerly all the same, one arm snaking around your waist to draw you closer – or rather, to keep you from slipping away ‘til he’s had his fill of your lips. “I love you,” you murmur against him. “Only you.”

Though they’re shaky, the words stand stronger than those that came before.

His nose nudges against your own, a look of contentment gracing his features. “Not yet, but we’ll get you there. On your knees, pretty girl.”

Your face crumples in dismay, lips parting only to fall shut with an audible click. As Kuroo’s grip on you loosens, you obediently slide off the bed and onto your knees.

“Arms up.”

Trembling like a leaf and looking faintly ill, you obey, letting him tug your shirt – his shirt, from the looks of it – up and over your head, carelessly tossing it aside. And though you flinch, biting down on your bottom lip, eyes glossy, burning with shame and humiliation, you don’t make a move to cover yourself.

You must know better.

His blood roars, heart thundering violently against his ribs. There’s no pretending he doesn’t see the love bites and bruises spanning your chest, nor the smug, triumphant look in that fucker’s eyes when he notices Daishou looking, his body tensed, shaking with barely contained fury.

Kuroo strokes your cheek, “Keep your eyes on me. Just you ‘n me, yeah?”

You nod. Without prompting you reach for his belt, the clinking of metal and the hiss of Kuroo’s zipper rattling in his skull, the deep, husky groan that slips from his lips when your fingers slide into his pants and curl around his cock, pulling it out.

“Good girl,” he purrs.

Daishou doesn’t want to watch you kiss a trail from Kuroo’s navel down to his cock. He doesn’t want to see the way your thumb swirls along the head of his dick, smearing his pre only for your tongue to follow its path, lapping it right up.

He doesn’t wanna watch you lick your lips, lean in and suck Kuroo’s cock like a well trained slut while he palms at your tits, but between the rage and disgust and the nausea crawling up the back of his throat, Daishou’s frozen in place.

Guided by the not-so-gentle grip he has on the back of your hair, you take more of him into your mouth with every bob of your head, your other hand diligently working away at what doesn’t fit. He allows it for a minute or two, watching you try your best to take all of him with a hiss of pleasure.

Eventually, though, greed wins out. Kuroo’s hips cant forward, bucking past your lips to force his cock deeper, grazing the back of your throat. Eyes widening, you make a surprised noise and try to pull back, allow yourself a little breathing room to set a pace you're comfortable with, but Kuroo’s having none of it. He growls once in warning, grip tightening around your hair, holding you in place, and begins to fuck your face in earnest.

“That’s my good – little – whore,” he grunts, each word punched out with another cruel thrust of his hips.

The sounds of you gagging on the dick in your mouth, your choked little whines and whimpers burn through Daishou like wildfire, igniting something deep. A faint stirring in his gut he wishes, more than anything, he could smother entirely.

He doesn’t look away.

It’s only when the lack of oxygen becomes too much and you claw at Kuroo’s thighs, tears streaming down your face that he finally relents, letting you pop off his dick with a heaving gasp. With nothing else to tether you, you collapse against his legs, boneless and panting, your eyes fluttering shut.

They crack open, however, looking up when his hand comes to a rest on the crown of your head, “Say it again. I want to hear it.”

The demand takes a moment to process, but you swallow and tell him what he wants to hear. “I love you, Tetsu. More than anyone.”

He grins, lazily stroking your hair, “I know, sweetheart. Now c’mon, up on the bed. I’ve been been dreaming of your perfect little pussy all day, wanna fuck you properly.”

—

Hours pass. Half a day, a day. Maybe longer. There’s no light down here, no windows to track the path of the sun, the shadows creeping across the floor, but he can feel the endless drag of seconds and minutes ticking like a slow suffocation.

After fucking you to the edge of exhaustion, Kuroo had carried you out, cradled to his chest like something precious, and left him alone in the dark.

Left Daishou to scream and rage and cry like a fucking baby. It doesn’t help any. His bones and muscles ache, the skin of his wrist rubbed raw trying to move to a position that doesn’t scream with discomfort, the cold, unforgiving floor beneath him offering no relief. Mere feet away lies the bed Kuroo fucked you on, with its pillows and blankets, soft, plush mattress.

With his eyes adjusting to the complete lack of light, Daishou can only make out a vague shape in the darkness. In some kind of fucked up way, he decides it’s a blessing in disguise.

Being able to see the bed’s another cruelty, the promise of comfort and warmth when he’s shivering and cold and lying in his own filth, placed just out of reach. And while the thought of lying in the sheets he’d fucked you in (raped you in, a voice reminds him) makes his stomach turn, he’s not so sure that given the chance, he wouldn’t shove those thoughts aside for a soft reprieve and a few hours of rest.

Some messed up part of him wonders if the pillows and sheets still smell like you.

So no, it’s a good thing he can’t really see the bed, or the door, or much of anything, really.

Besides, it isn’t the hunger pangs or the lack of sleep or the dull, throbbing pain from his joints that bother him the most, it’s the feeling of inhaling razor blades doused in fire he’s subjected to with every shallow, rattling breath. The last taste of water he’d had… would’ve been before the bar, however long ago that was. Too long. More than a warm bed, more than food or freedom from the cuff around his wrist, Daishou thinks he’d just about kill for a single sip of water to wet his throat.

More than likely, that’s the whole fucking point.

Left to rot in the darkness, Daishou has plenty of time on his hands to think, musing over the bed in this little windowless room, and the other door he suspects must lead to a bathroom. That asshole went to some effort in getting him here, he’ll admit, but he doubts all this was solely for his benefit.

You were here when he came to; obviously he’d kept you down here, the question was for how long? Did he keep you chained up and hungry in the dark when you wouldn’t play nice? The way you’d melted for him, the affection, the goddamn look in your eyes when you’d said that bastard’s fucking name–

The fear that’d shone there when you’d said his.

Daishou knows from the depths of whatever’s left of him, that he could never, ever hate you. If he starves to death alone down here, if you’re the one to plunge a dagger into his heart yourself, if you forget all about him and buy into the delusional fucking nightmare that psychotic prick keeps peddling, he’d love you. That much is immutable.

But hatred’s too soft a word for the thorn riddled vines that sprout and twist inside of him, ripping away at muscle and flesh, choking his organs, his veins, everything that he is – because of Kuroo.

When he hears those footsteps again, the clicking of the altogether unnecessary locks, Daishou can’t help the wide grin that cracks at his face. “Was wonderin’ when you’d come back down to gloat,” he croaks, manages a laugh too, though it feels like dragging his vocal cords over sandpaper.

Having flicked the light switch on (half blinding Daishou in the process) Kuroo fixes him with a sardonic smirk. “Missing me already?”

“Hate waiting around.”

“Ah well, what can I say? I had better things to do.” His smirk broadens, a cruel glint under too bright fluorescent light as he plops himself down on the bed Daishou’s been doing his utmost to ignore and stretches out, rolling his shoulder and neck. “Prettier things.”

A stab of something dark and ugly wrenches between his ribs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spits through cracked, dry lips, and before he can think better of it, adds, “Mommy didn’t love you enough, Kuroo? That what this is?”

Kuroo doesn’t snap the way he expects him to. He doesn’t lash out like he would’ve when they were hot headed teenagers desperate to grind the other into the dirt and lord it over them. The muscle in his jaw jumps and his eyes narrow, sharpen – but his expression is quick to smooth over. Water off a duck’s back. He lets out an amused snort, rising from the bed.

“Y’know, as entertaining as it was watching you self-destruct, losing your volleyball career, your fans, friends, all those nights you spent searching for her at the bottom of a bottle – and it was entertaining, believe me – I think I like this better.”

A short, sharp burst of pain. Warm copper spills over his tongue.

“You’re not gonna survive this. Even you’re smart enough to have realised that much.” He crouches down low, at eye-level, just out of reach, appraising him with a tilted head – as though Daishou’s some whimpering puppy at the pound.

Daishou’s not a fucking puppy.

“Most likely it’ll be the dehydration that kills you first,” Kuroo continues. “That only takes a few days, but with water, you could probably make it two, three weeks before your body starves itself to death – plenty of time for your muscles to begin to atrophy, which’ll be painful as hell, not to mention how bad the isolation’s gonna fuck you up. And who knows, maybe I’ll be nice and bring you something to drink every now and then, throw you some scraps from dinner. I might even let you out of those cuffs for an hour or two, so you can walk around down here, stretch those legs of yours before they completely shrivel up… But you won’t see her again, ever.”

Scowling and hateful, Daishou spits at Kuroo and bares bloody teeth.

Kuroo wants to treat him like a dog, fine – but wolves gnaw through flesh and bone to free themselves from hunting traps, and he ain’t about to just keel over with a whimper and make this easy for him.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Tension crackles through the air like an oncoming storm.

Daishou falls back against the radiator, breathing heavy and Kuroo wipes at his cheek with the pad of his thumb and huffs out a dry laugh, eyeing the bloody digit. Looking back at Daishou, he stands. “You look thirsty, I’ll go get you some water. Can’t have you croaking on us just yet.”

He’ll bite his fucking throat out if he has to.

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