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#tetsuro kuroo x male reader
dabisbratz · 1 year
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B♡Y NEXT DOOR — kuroo tetsuro x male reader
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WARNING: mentions of blowjobs, deepthroating, free-use, creampies, manhandling, fantasizing, kuroo is kinda a perv!, shy reader, college au.
a/n: msorry this is so short!! the request was kinda vague so i tried to put together what i could! it’s mainly kuroo’s thoughts for the nsfw part, but i think it’s still okay!
Dorm life is not your forté. Sure, you haven’t experienced it yet, but you can just tell it’s going to lead to your forthcoming demise. Exhibit A, it’s two in the morning and you’re only just now moving in after orientation. It’s late, the sun had set hours ago and it was time for the moon to occupy the sky. It’s your saving grace from the darkness of the hall, yellow light illuminating off the walls from just one small lamp by the communal mailboxes. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake, especially since you were particularly tired yourself. Your aching body pops with tension as you stretch your arms, lifting them above your head as your shirt rides up and exposes just a hint of your lower abdomen. Just a few more boxes to go.
You’re ready to curl up in bed, away from any prying eyes and fellow students. Starting during the second semester wasn’t a very smart move, everyone knew each other already, and you’d have ten times more issues trying to make friends when groups were already established. Who knew the type of people you’d be sharing a place with. You sigh, a quiet huff through protruding cheeks, and begin dragging a particularly heavy box inside your room.
“Hey! Be careful,” There’s a gruff voice behind you, raspy from either overuse or lack thereof, but fried from sleep nonetheless. You freeze, body stiffening as your back collides with the person behind you, much more solid than you’d originally thought they’d be. But you push through it, already embarrassed and body ablaze from the rocky first meeting. They let you step through, covering their ears dramatically at the sound of heavy cardboard scraping against the hardwood flooring. “What’s your deal?!”
Ah. It’s a man behind you, no older than you, who stands tall with long, lean limbs. His hair is dark, barely even brown, swooped up with what you assume is copious amounts of gel, save for a few tufts of hair that rest along his right eye. In the dark lighting you can’t exactly make out all his features, but you can tell his facial structure is nice, with the way the moonlight peeking through the blinds cups his cheeks.
His footsteps pound against the floor as he turns to walk around you and the box, hunched over to pick it up himself— save the headache. Apologies bubble in your throat, threatening to spill off your tongue, but despite his words he doesn’t seem all that bothered. Your arms fall to your sides, head bowed as he carries the box somewhere with the others. Should you introduce yourself?
“Sorry…” You start, voice quiet and reserved. You can’t tell if he heard you, but you continue anyway, fighting the urge to find the nearest closed off room and hide. “I didn’t… They said no one would be here today.”
You can hardly see him, just a silhouette of a man, but it makes a movement as if he’s scratching his chin. Maybe you said something wrong.
“Oh,” Is all he says, and you can imagine his lips curling into a small ‘o’ along with it. He really should listen more. In fact, the front door features a calendar with this very day circled, written in messy handwriting ‘roommate move-in.’ “Kenma said something about that. I’m Kuroo, just housesitting!”
So he’s..not your roommate, then? There’s a beat of silence before he flickers on the lights, bright and harsh against your unadjusted survey. Your face is distorted cutely, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed as you blink around the room, taking in its appearance. It’s minimalistic, not much besides two beds, video game consoles, and freshly organized wires. You assume the other door by the right of the room leads to the bathroom. You look back at the man, finally adjusted, with hesitance.
He’s staring at you, hazel upturned eyes narrowed like a cat. A shiver runs down your spine, ice cold and painfully obvious as you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other, shrinking under his gaze. He seems to soften at that, manually widening his eyes so he appears less intimidating. Despite it all, though, he’s cute. With a strong jaw and straight eyelashes, a soft yet handsome and defined face. It’s only then you notice his clothing— or, lack thereof. His boxers are striped, black and red, and that’s about it. You shuffle awkwardly, biting your tongue.
“Well! This place is gonna be real quiet,” He jokes to himself, lips curling upward as he tears his gaze away from your handsome face. Between you and Kenma, he’s sure there won’t be much conversation. You’re not exactly blunt, though. Maybe a ball of nervousness, but not blunt, from what he can see.“You’re a lot cuter than I thought.”
“You too.” Your response is immediate, but the wide eyed expression on your face makes him think you didn’t actually mean to say it. You’re really soft spoken, too. If anything else was going on he surely would’ve missed it. Kuroo feels himself smile.
“Oya? Did you think I was ugly?” He strikes a childish pose, resting his face in his palms as he bats his long eyelashes in your direction. He relishes the sound of your laughter, just as quiet as your voice. He wonders how loud you can get.
He watches you shake your head in response, a genuine smile gracing your face as you pick up the last of your things— blankets and pillows—and carry them over to your assigned bed. His eyes never leave you, glued to your face as you place sheets on your bed and fluff your pillows. You look so easy to move, he could just flip you over and do it for you, hold onto your waist and lift you up like you’re a feather. Pretty, too.
Kuroo clears his throat, dropping his arms to discreetly cover his erection. At this rate he’ll have to tuck his dick in his waistband.
He imagines pushing you down onto your knees, pretty mouth open wide enough for him to rest his cock on your pink tongue, loud slaps echoing through the room. The wet squelch of his precum frothing on your tongue, the head of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at random moments, just so he can hear you gag and choke on his cock.
He imagines a particularly sharp thrust down your throat, watching it bulge and contract around his dick until you can’t breathe. But even then, you’d hold onto the back of his thighs, try to push him deeper while you cry over not being able to take him deeper.
He imagines burying your face in his pubes, watching your teary eyes roll back when he finally fits himself down your throat, cock twitching as your ruined face presses against his hip. That would be enough for him, your pretty, fucked-out face looking back up at him as your throat makes humiliating noises around his shaft.
He imagines cumming down your throat, guiding himself out when it’s apparent you might black out, watching you catch your breath with loud, rushed pants. He’d cup your face, tapping it gently so you look up at him, forcing you to follow his slow breaths, chest expanding with ease. He’d call you his good boy, slapping his dick against your cheek.
He imagines lifting you up by the soft skin of your throat, watching you stumble over your own feet and lean into him for stability. Your eyes would be glassy, glazed over as you beg him for something, anything. Any type of release, any touch to your pretty body. You’d beg so pretty, soft voice suddenly loud and high pitched as you bounce where you stand, whining out, “Ple—ase, Tets!”
He imagines slutting you out, turning you into a shameless whore while he slides back into you for the third time that day. He wonders if you’d hide your face, closing your legs and whining about the intrusion just to have them parted again, Kuroo’s much stronger, bigger hands digging into the plush of your thighs to inspect your sopping hole. That just wouldn’t do, he’d pull your hands away from your face, holding your jaw between his fingers so you can watch his cock sink into you again and again, cum cascading down your thighs and dripping onto the floor.
He imagines making you beg for it, your entire body tense as he fucks into you, holds you open with his hands to watch his cock get swallowed by your velvety walls. You’re so shy, so quiet and timid. So he imagines your squeals, your mind too far gone after hitting your sweet spots over and over and over. You’d be his sexdoll, pliant and moldable in his hands as he bounces you on and off his cock, even feeding his leaking cum back to you. He wants to smear it over your lips and have you wear it like lipgloss—
Your mattress squeaks, loud enough to snap the business major out of his thoughts, and he finds you shyly sitting crisscross on your bed. Your head is tilted, sweet like a puppy as you blink up at him, voice barely above a whisper.
“Uhm, Kuroo…? Are you okay?”
“Right, right!” Kuroo nods, glad the patch of precum pooling in his boxers is covered by the deep shade of fabric. He bounces on his heels, stiffly shuffling further toward the bathroom as he speaks. “There’s a place opening up on campus that sells really good fish. We should go sometime! Get to know each other, right?”
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remuswriting · 7 months
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i was going to do whole conversations but that’s not as funny as these short exchanges
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chaepink · 9 months
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overstimming sub kuroo! punishing him for flirting and letting a few girls compliment about how he's so 'cool'.
mocking him and making fun of him as you continuously drill into his ass, asking him how 'cool' those girls would think he is when he's getting fucked dumb by you
teasing him by saying how he looks such a slut and all he can mumble out is "for you" and that just urges you to fuck him even more
ripping orgasm after orgasm from him as he cries from the overstimulation and you take a picture to "show to those girls how cool you are" but really you wont. why would you want to share your slut to anyone else anyways?
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zmbiesuga · 7 months
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I literally jumped with joy when you fallowed me back omg ily sm. So I was at the doctors and my doctor told me how he proposed to his wife and it was so sweet. He said he was stressed from finals and he had like a dream that his wife died and he dreamed of everything he couldn’t do with her. So when he woke up it was like 2 in the morning and he ran to his room to get the ring he had. He had it for two whole like years but ran to her dorm and begged her to say yes because he couldn’t wait. Could you write a fic of kuroo doing that with his boyfriend?
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JUMP THEN FALL — k. tetsuro x m!reader
sypnosis: kuroo has always known that he wanted to marry you, and he's always said that he'll do it when he knows it's right. what's more perfect than asking after he had a dream about you dying?
warnings: mentions of death (nothing too graphic but still), kuroo being a fucking loser dork but i adore him so it's fine <3, fluff, happy ending!, angst if you squint really really hard, kuroo and reader are in their last year of college in this one, but i'm not in college yet so idfk how it works but i'll pretend i do!! use of the petnames 'babe' and 'baby'
notes: okay i'm so so sorry this took so long, i had a really bad depressive episode, i hope you like it, this request is really cute and i had a lot of fun writing it :D and two, that is so nice of you to say omg :( of course i followed you back, you always send me requests, you interact with my stuff a lot and you're just really nice so thank you for that <3
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Kuroo has always wanted to marry you, it's the one thing he's been sure of in his entire life.
When you bring up marriage to him, however, he just tells you to "be patient" and that he'll "do it when he knows it's right" which constantly keeps you on your toes in case your dork of a boyfriend decides that the "right time" is during one of your lectures or at any inappropriate time really.
It kept Kuroo on his toes too, because what you don't know is that in the far-right corner of his sock drawer holds a small velvet box with a beautiful band inside of it. Every day he can feel his hand graze over the box, thinking to himself, maybe now is the right time.
But then he shakes his head, and decides it isn't.
And besides, as much as Kuroo loves you, he has finals to worry about. And they're really kicking his ass.
Although most people would peg Kuroo as the focused studious type (which he tried so desperately to be), the truth was that he tried so hard to procrastinate as much as possible. However, was it really procrastination if he needs the sleep?
When it was to avoid studying for finals, yes it was.
"Kuroo, sleeping to avoid studying for finals is not something you should do," your voice rippled out through the speaker of his phone, "especially if it's every single time you have them."
"Babe, you are the one who is constantly nagging me to sleep more," he rebutted, that stupid cocky tone he always had lingering in the back of his throat ever present, "I'm finally listening to you, I think you should take that as a win."
"Kuroo," your voice cracked again through that shoddy android speaker again, a certain firmness to it this time, "please promise me that you'll study, you're gonna hate yourself if you don't."
"Baby, I promise you I will, you know my word to you is good," he replied, you could hear that fucking cocky grin etching itself onto his face, "right after my little nap. I love you; I'll talk to you soon."
After you too bid your goodbyes, Kuroo made himself as comfortable on that dorm room mattress as he could, until his eyes got heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.
Kuroo could have sworn it was real.
The chase, your blood curdling scream, the way his stomach dropped to the soles of his feet when he realized he was too late.
It wasn't until he shot up in bed with that same nauseous feeling sitting in his chest as his breath came out panicked and labored had he realized it was nothing but a fucked-up dream.
Kuroo had never been so happy to wake up.
Slowly, but surely, he had calmed himself down. His breath returning to normal as the nauseous feeling in his chest disappeared, what didn't disappear, however, was that he didn't want to live life without you. He didn't want to graduate without you beside him, he didn't want to start a company without you there cheering him on along the way, and he sure as hell didn't want to imagine having a family with anyone else that wasn't you. Life was too short for hesitation, it was too short for his hesitation.
He quickly rushed out of bed, pulling an old hoodie over his torso, slipping on his shoes, and rifling through his drawer to grab that velvet box that had been sitting there for two years, begging to be let free.
Luckily for him, your dorm wasn't far from his. He hadn't even bothered to check the time on his phone, where the light flashed a large: 2:03 A.M. at him, he didn't care if his frantic speed walking down the hallway woke up everyone on that floor, he was only worried about getting to you.
When he got to your dorm, he rapped his fist against the door so hard he could've sworn that his knuckles would crack open. The door opened to a very annoyed you, but he didn't care if he interrupted your sleep, or your studying, he was just so elated to see you in front of him.
"Kuroo, what the hell?" you seethed, "It's two in the morning, what on earth —"
You were quickly cut off by Kuroo dropping to one knee in the doorway of your dorm room, pulling out that velvet box in all its glory, revealing that beautiful band you had mentioned liking to him once, you couldn't control the way your mouth slightly dropped in confusion, a wave of emotions hitting you like a tsunami.
"(Y/n), please, just listen to me," he blurted out in an almost pleading tone, "I've always wanted to wait until the right moment to ask you this, but recently, I've realized that the right moment was in front of me the entire time."
You tried to get a word in, but Kuroo's word vomit was faster.
"(Y/n), I've realized there is so much I want to do with you, so much that I can't do without you," he said, you swore you could see the tears well in the corner of his eyes, "everything from this point forward is useless if I can't do it with you by my side, so I'm begging you, even though it's two a.m. and we're both in our pajamas with messy hair and dark circles under our eyes, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"
It was your turn to be stunned, you stared down at your boyf — fiancée, in front of you with stained sweatpants and an old Nekoma sweatshirt barely big enough to cover his torso asking you to marry him at two in the morning.
You stayed quiet for so long, it scared Kuroo. Maybe this wasn't the right time, you two were still in college, this was all so sudden, so impulsive, he should have waited, he should have —
All these thoughts were expelled from his head as he felt your body weight push against his, squeezing him so tight in an embrace that he could barely breath.
"Yes," you whispered against the side of his neck, he could feel the tears from your eyes splashing there as well, "oh my god Kuroo, yes, a million times over."
He smiled softly at you, resting his own head against your shoulder as you held him in your arms. If this is what the rest of his life looked like, then god was he excited for it.
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treufurz · 11 months
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first hug with the nekoma members
I happened to do some research and apparently it’s considered rude in Japan to hug people :’) and it’s something usually only couples do, so why not write some first hug prompts with my fav team, yay! i always see first kiss but my touch starved ass believes in hug supremacy 
type: fluff, gn!reader (implied female at yamamotos) x nekoma boys (unfortunately no teshiro)
warnings: none! maybe yamamoto being silly 🤗 also lowercase intended, not proof read so sorry for any typos !! 
summary: you hugging your friend (who happens to have a crush on you) for the first time!
#1 TETSURŌ KUROO
when you approached the captain after practice, he wasn’t surprised. you guys would often walk to the train station together with kenma, so he assumed this was the case. “hey! finished everything up already?” you chirped, arriving in front of him and smiling. he nodded, gesturing at his bag and humming. “kenma’s still getting changed.” taking the chance of him extending his arm, you slipped below and pressed your body against his chest. he froze up for a second, about to hug you back until you had already slipped away from his touch. he beat himself up about it later </3
#2 NOBUYUKI KAI
“need some help?” his voice echoed in your ears and you spun around in surprise. “ah, kai! good morning! yes, i’d appreciate that.” you had been trying to build up the net for practice and kai had luckily arrived shortly after you. he fixed your mistake with ease, finishing it up faster than you expected. “all done.” he spoke, giving you a thumbs up. you hesitated, but gave him a quick hug that was extended by kai tightning his grip around you and patting your back a few times, before finally releasing you. in the end, you were more flustered about it than him.
#3 MORISUKE YAKU
“y’know, yaku, i think you’re a bit harsh on lev sometimes.” you spoke, facing the 3rd year. he stayed silent for a second, before speaking. “he deserves it.” before he was able to move on, you continued. “i don’t think you’re that short though, yakkun. it’s great for hugging!” a light red hue spread along his cheeks, him turning away from you. that was, until he felt your arms wrap around his body and he completely froze up, somehow being able to reciprocate your touch. “see?” 
#4 TAKETORA YAMAMOTO
it’s no secret that yamamoto was scared to talk to girls, but you wanted to change that. when you found out why he was avoiding you, you did your best on befriending him and somehow managed to do it after two weeks of being the manager. yamamoto had insisted on walking you home, so you complied after his constant begging all day. arriving in front of your home, he bowed before you and wished you a good night. he started walking off until you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into your embrace. let’s just say, you broke him.
#5 KENMA KOZUME
with kenma, the hug was out of nowhere. the boys had just returned from their run (even though it was very cold outside) and most of them were warmed up, except for one certain member. he was pathetically standing next to kuroo, shaking like a madman, and you shook your head at his carelessness. you approached him, looking at him one last time before pressing your body against his in an attempt to warm him up. his cheeks heated up, but he didn’t really know what to do so he simply wrapped his free arm around you lazily, enjoying the heat. the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous.
#6 SHŌHEI FUKUNAGA
when you saw shōhei getting the balls with inuoka, you just got hit with the urge randomly. he was there and you were cold, so why not? you got up from the bench, putting your notebook and pencil down and jogged over to him. he looked at you in silence, waiting for you to say something until you opened your arms and looked at him expectantly. he tried to understand what you were doing, inuoka having to come for help and pushed him forward slightly. finally getting at your idea, he shyly complied and wrapped his arms around you. when you parted, he was as red as a tomato.
#7 SŌ INUOKA
in this case, inuoka was actually the one who initiated the hug. while on a walk, he saw a couple hugging and his mind immediatly wandered to you, happy with the idea he just got. once he entered the gym building after changing into his correct attire, his eyes landed on you and he jogged over to your side, grinning at you. “ah, good morning sō! do you need something?” you smiled up at him. he nodded. “can i hug you?” he asked, you blushing a little bit at his direct behavior. “oh! sure!” you agreed, standing up and extending your arms for him. he squeezed you against him tightly, you laughing a bit at his intensity. he hugged you more often after that :)
#11 LEV HAIBA
like inuoka, he was the one that initiated the hug. since one of his parents was european, hugging was normal in his family and he just wanted to do it one day when he saw you all cuddled up in a jacket you borrowed from a friend. he thought you looked cute, so he went up to you and engulfed your body in his arms. “oi- lev?!” you exclaimed, surprised at his gesture. nonetheless he didn’t let go, and waited until you hugged him back to release his grip. 
#12 YŪKI SHIBAYAMA
“yūki, could you help me with this?” you called out, showing him a riddle on your phone. he nodded, sitting down next to you and explaining it to you, waiting until you finally understood. in that moment you were just grateful for his help, and didn’t hesitate from getting up and hugging him quickly. personally he thought it was too short, ignoring the small blush on his face at the sudden body contact. he definitely gave you multiple hints of wanting another hug after that.
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toomanygoldfish · 3 months
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Kuroo cat person!
You were writing a College language paper and it was kicking your butt. You had missed class scheduling period, so you were stuck with some of the most difficult professors on campus.  
Specifically this one professor had decided that you must be plagiarizing, but couldn’t find any evidence. All and all, the work he was having you do dragged late into the night. 
And on one particular night, you had a buddy. He was a small calico who had no thoughts in his head. You and Kuroo had picked him up off the streets. For some reason the cat had decided that you were the favorite person. 
“Kuroo! Come get your cat! Hese being an asshole!” You lightly try to tap the cat away from your laptop. When that doesn’t work, you blow in his face.
You hear footsteps coming down the stairs as the cat goes back to asking for attention. You turn around to face your boyfriend. “Take him, I need to get a paper done.” 
You were tired and really wanted to get this paper finished so you could sleep. Kuroo’s arms snake past you as he reaches for the cat. 
He picks the cat up gently and turns towards you. His face is twisted into a sarcastic pout. “i'm insulted that you think my cat could be anything less than perfect!” 
You roll your eyes with a smile on your face; “He is a perfect little bean, he is just sitting on my laptop and I need to get work done”
Kuroo smiles and looks at his cat. “Its his favorite napping place!”
You huff out a laugh “Your impossible”
You open your laptop and begin to write out your essay. Your boyfriend says in the room going to sit on a nearby chair. 
After about an half an hour of quiet, you hear his voice from your left. “…Do you want to hear a potassium joke?”
You swivel you chair to face him, he got this goofy little heron on his face. “Sure?”
He looks up at you and stares you straight in the eyes and says “K.”
You sit in silence for a second, then your eyes widen finally getting the joke. A cough escapes you throat as you try not to laugh.  “W-what?”
“You got it, i know you did” he looks smug.
You pause for a second to regain your composure before looking into his eyes and replying “I dont remember that element, but its on the tip of my tungsten.”
His eyes brighten with joy, “[Name], i love you so much” you smile back at him about to respond before-
Meow!
You glance down at the cat, who is now pawing at your boyfriend chest, trying to get attention. “It seems that your cat loves you too.”
Kuroo’s eyes narrow as he realizes that you have not once referred to the cat by his name, “Say the cat's name babe, you know it.”
He places the cat in your lap. You look at the cat and heave a sigh. “…hello… Erwin” the cat looks up at you curiously before reaching up…
… and batting you right in the face. 
You jump up, startling the Erwin as Kuroo laughs. “OW” Kuroo keeps laughing for a solid minute before a single sentence makes its way out of his mouth; “I guess he really is just an … Arsole”
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captain-lessship · 1 year
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Random Haikyuu x Reader Head Cannons
Kuroo:
He actually doesn’t cuddle you in your sleep. Controversial, I know but given his sleeping position, he just can’t. 
To every rule there is an exception: He will cuddle you til you fall asleep. After you’re asleep, he removes his arms from you.
You stay pressed to his side and he enjoys you being there
You almost always fall asleep before you. But you always wake up before him.
You peer your eye over the edge of the blanket, smile hidden as you admire his squished face he has in between pillows
Bokuto:
Surprisingly a good dancer. True he gets a little excited and spins you a little too much but he has great rhythm and timing
Loves dancing with you. Anywhere. Anytime.
Dances in public. There is so many videos of him and you that were trending do to his volleyball fame
Dances in the kitchen, til you complain that the food might burn.
He loves dipping and spinning you. 
The giggles you let out are the reason he loves it.
Kenma:
no matter you cook for this man, he sees it a a five Michelin star meal
If he thinks really hard, he can almost taste the very first meal you cooked him.
You bring him hearty snacks when he’s gaming.
Has asked you to feed it to him so he can continue gaming. (you said no)
He jokes you’re a healer with your food. Stamina +10, Sadness -25
You sneak vegetables into every dish
On the *extremely* rare occasion he offers to help, you and him are quite the cooking duo
A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
Sugawara:
Married old couple energy
You have matching chairs, they are also right next to each other
He loves to watch you do your hobbies even if he isn’t interested in them. He’s more focused on the joy that they bring you
You didn’t even confess. It was more of you spent everyday with each other and asked “Are we dating?” And he replied with “Yeah?”
Soulmates. Period.
All of your friends say your relationship goals even you just think you both are mature enough to be with each other
Even when problems do arise, it never lead to a screaming match. Instead you talk through the issue with terms like “I know you did this because of *blank*, but I did not like that/understand why because *blank*”. If you two can’t come to an agreement and are getting agitated: you both will go into separate rooms to calm down. 
Healthy relationship baddies
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pinkykats-place · 11 months
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Haikyuu Male Character(s) x Male Reader Inserts Ⅱ
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sucka4pain · 1 year
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𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬! (Ft. Black fem & male y/n)
Disclaimer: these tweets are from real accounts and I just put haikyuu characters and what user they would have so the original tweets are not mine!!
A/n: lowkey might make a part two who knows🏃🏻‍♀️
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dlst0rtion · 11 months
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july 6th, 2012 (chapter one)
pairing: nekoma x male reader, yachi hitoka x male reader, and kuroo tetsurō x male reader
masterlist
series masterlist
a/n: not me coming back after 3 years
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not many people know much about [name] on a personal level at school.
he didn't seem to hang out with anyone during school hours, not like many people would try.
[name] has a syndrome called "the resting bitch face" that intimidated a lot of people. not only that but he is also at the top of his class which fuels the fire of him being untouchable.
many girls in nekoma had a crush on the second-year boy. although he was aloof, he does have a handsome face and an aura that oozes out confidence but not in an arrogant way. he was just so... attractive.
[name] sat boredly in his math class as the teacher went on about logarithmic. he span his pen around his fingers as he turned towards the large windows.
it was grey outside and he sees dark clouds surrounding the sky.
"fuck," [name] cursed inside his head as he continued to glare out the window. he was in a rush getting out of the house today and didn't have time to check the weather forecast. he definitely didn't bring an umbrella to school.
[name] just hopes his little sister had time to pack one.
normally the two [last name] siblings would go to school together but [name] had to go out early to run some errands before school started.
the boy was so zoned out he didn't even hear the school bell ring until he heard his teacher say, "Class dismissed".
many of his classmates already left the classroom before he finally got up to collect his belongings.
it was the end of the day and students were getting ready for their clubs or staying after school to study. [name] didn't bother joining a club since he had other responsibilities to attend to.
when he exited his classroom many female students were loitering around wanting to get a glimpse of the handsome boy. some pretended to go through their lockers while some were in groups of circles, gossiping to their girl friends.
[name] paid them no mind however as he walked towards the front doors of the school, eager to get out and pick up his little sister before it starts to pour.
as he changed into his outside shoes and turned around, he accidentally bumped into a girl whose stuff was now all over the floor.
"[last name]-senpai! i'm so sorry!" the girl stuttered frantically as she bent down to try and collect her papers as quickly as possible.
"don't bother," came his short reply as the girl froze up, scared and embarrassed. "it was my fault."
[name] crouched down and picked up the remaining papers swiftly. he couldn't help but look at the contents of the papers.
croissant recipe. how to make a red velvet cake. how to pipe flowers on cupcakes.
ah... this girl is from the baking club.
"thank you, [name]-senpai!" the girl blushed as she took the papers from his hands.
"don't mention it," [name] remarked and started walking towards the exit.
"wait-!" she gasped, wanting to say more to the male but he was already outside the door.
he walked a few blocks before turning the corner to his bus station but to his demise, he saw his bus leaving as soon as he turned the corner. not only that but it started to rain... heavily.
"what a shitty day," [name] grumbled as he stood at his bus station, waiting for the next bus to arrive in the cold rain.
after a couple of minutes, he decided to sit down on the floor, tired from standing still for 15 minutes. he didn't care anymore, he was already soaking wet from head to toe so it was not like sitting on the wet floor would make a difference.
[name] zoned out again as he continued to wait. he didn't realize the rain stop attacking his body until he looked up and saw a male wearing the same uniform as him, with his bed head sticking out from all directions.
"you're [last name] [name]," the rooster head said as he held out his umbrella for the both of them.
"yeah? and what's it to you?" came his reply as he continued to sit on the ground.
"tsk tsk tsk no need to be hostile, [last name]," the other boy chided as he wore a smile on his face despite [name]'s rude reply.
"and who are you?"
"kuroo tetsurō."
"the volleyball captain?"
"oh? so you have heard of me."
"all bad things."
"nobody likes a liar, [last name]."
[name] just rolled his eyes and ignored the boy.
"i've heard a lot about you too," kuroo said eyeing the boy.
"what do you want?"
"just to talk. i know you don't hang around a lot of people. kenma told me, he's in your class."
"so what? I'm a pity case? i don't need friends."
"everybody needs friends, [last name]. and it's not a pity case, I actually find you quite intriguing."
"and? why is that?"
"you're so popular yet nobody knows who you really are. you haven't joined any clubs yet and you're at the top of your year."
"are you stalking me?"
"nope. word travels fast in nekoma."
"what do you want?" [name] finds himself asking this question again.
"you should join the volleyball team."
"not a chance," kuroo frowned a little at his response.
"why not?"
"are you kidding me? it's July. it would be too late to join any sort of club."
"it's never too late."
"I don't know a single thing about volleyball."
"so? we'll teach you. you're pretty smart, you'll catch on quick."
"no."
"why not?"
God, [name] hated why notters.
"why do you want me to join so bad?"
"kenma is observant. you guys are in the same year and pe class. he tells me you're smart and quick with your strategies. finding out people's weakness in a matter of seconds and working around it."
"is that all you want me for? didn't you say your friend is observant? I think you guys are fine without me."
"I know who you really are. who you were."
"what the hell is that suppose to mean?" [name] snapped, standing up.
"you went to ushimi middle school and played as their wing spiker. you were a volleyball player."
"so you are a stalker."
"no, I'm just really good friends with that airhead wing spiker that played during your second year."
[name] only knew one airhead wing spiker during his middle school days, bokuto kōtarō.
"I don't play anymore."
"why n-"
"if you say why not one more time I'm going to punch you in the face."
kuroo bit back a smirk, knowing he irked the male.
"consider my invitation," kuroo said as [name]'s bus finally arrived.
he didn't say a word to kuroo and got on his bus, not sparing the volleyball captain a glance.
"you're late," [name]'s younger sister, [last name] kazuha, pointed out as she saw her older brother approaching her elementary school.
"yeah I know, I'm sorry," the older one out of the two replied as he took his sister's froggy umbrella and held it for the both of them, his other hand holding onto his sister's.
"what happened?" kazuha looked up at him with her adorably big [eye colour] eyes.
"hmm... don't worry about it. just tell me about your day while we walk home," he offered a small smile to kazuha as she brightened up and told her older brother all the exciting things she learned.
"go upstairs and do your homework but don't be too loud okay? mommy's resting," [name] whispered and put his finger in front of his mouth in a hush symbol.
"okay! I will be quiet for mommy," she whispered and copied his hush motion as well.
kazuha quietly ran up the stairs while [name] dropped his bag on the floor with a loud sigh and loosened his school tie.
[name] went up to his room as well and took a shower, changing into some nice warm and dry clothes.
he went over to his mother's room where she was still soundly asleep. he walked over to her window and pulled the curtains to let light through. it wasn't much light but enough to make the once pitch-black room have some sight.
he heard a groan and turned toward his mother.
"oh, sweetie. you're back from school?" the woman smiled at her child weakly.
"yeah, it's raining cats and dogs out there," he commented.
"sounds like a good day to stay in bed."
[name] didn't mention how she always stayed in bed for the past few years.
he walked towards her and sat on the edge of her bed, grabbing something from the nightstand.
"mother, I'm going to have to take a look at your arm."
"no," came her cheeky reply.
"mother," [name] said sternly as he prepared the thing in his hands.
"fine..." she muttered and gave her son her arm.
it was silent when [name] gave his mother her medicine.
she sometimes felt guilty about how [name] had to take care of her and little kazuha when he should be going out and hanging out with friends at his age.
"how was your day, [name]?"
"same old routine. I got drenched by the rain though."
"what did I tell you about being prepared for the weather, [name]?" she scolded her son lightly.
"sorry I was in a rush."
I was getting groceries before school.
"you can get sick, [name]!"
not as sick as you, he said in his head.
"it's okay, mother. a guy... offered me his umbrella."
"oh really? that's nice of him," she smiled.
"he offered me to join our school's volleyball club..."
"that's wonderful! you haven't played in so long."
"I didn't say I was going to join."
his mother frowned.
"but you loved volleyball..."
"you know I stopped playing after he left."
"that shouldn't stop you from playing it. volleyball used to be your passion."
his mother, ayaka, was sad to hear her son did not want to join his high school's volleyball club. when he was younger he wasn't passionate or enthusiastic about many things except volleyball.
she was happy when her son found something he finally loved but after some stuff happened, he swore to never play volleyball again.
"get some rest while I make dinner, I'll wake you up when it's finished," [name] said after a couple of moments of silence passed and he stood up to walk out of her room.
[name] sighed as he took some of the groceries he bought earlier that day and started cooking dinner. the cooking club was nice enough to lend over some free space in their fridge for the boy to put his groceries in.
even though he didn't have friends at school, he was on good terms with most people and is highly respected.
he was really tired when he finished cooking dinner. waking up early, going grocery shopping, attending school, taking care of his kid sister and sick mother, providing dinner, and having to do a closing shift at the Cafe he worked at was too much for a 17-year-old boy.
sometimes [name] wished he could have a different life.
he loves his sister and mother dearly but sometimes he wishes he can be like normal teenage boys his age.
before he delve deeper into self-pity he cursed himself for his selfish thoughts.
no, not today.
he wasn't going to make his day worse by going into his life crisis.
he made a plate for two.
he brought a plate to his mother who thanked him with sad eyes and left the other plate on the dining table.
he opened his sister's bedroom door, where she was sitting in her little makeshift fort.
"dinner is ready downstairs once you're done," he said to kazuha who smiled and thank him.
he went back downstairs and got ready to go to work. this time bringing an umbrella.
even though he was exhausted from a long day, he was ready to work a long night shift with his annoying coworker to provide for his family whom he cares for so much.
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Kuroo Tetsuro x Male!Reader
Kuroo and reader get caught in public
amab bottom male reader, drunk shenanigans, public, 18+,
The night air was cold against you skin, tree bark rubbing against your back as you sat leaned against it. Your mind buzzed heavily with alcohol and you made quick work of the bottle of whiskey wrapped up in your hand.
You looked up to see Kuroo approaching you, you looked up at him swaying. "H-hey." You were surprise he had came up to you after your argument earlier, "Hey." You could tell he was drunk, he managed to hide it better then you but after so long you had learned the tells.
"Why were you talking to that guy?" You let out a sigh through your nose, of course he had came to pick a fight. You clumsily got to your feet, grabbing the tree for support when your vision began swirling.
"Fuck sake." You mumbled out and Kuroo snorted. For some reason that snapped the last string of patience you had. "Fuck off. I'm si-sick of it. You act like a fucking jeal-lous boyfriend and yet you nev-never even claim me!" You yelled at him, barley comprehending your own words through the haze.
Kuroo's hands suddenly grabbing your shirt ripped you from your momentary daze, his lips slamming against yours had you gasping before returning his kiss. You could feel his breath fanning your face, body quickly overheating as your hands began roaming over eachothers bodies.
He pushed you up against the tree, bark momentarily causing discomfort before Kuroo's hands slid down the back of your trousers. His finger nails dug into your ass as he pulled and squeezed the flesh, you moaned into his mouth as your tongues pressed against eachother. You could barely breath, hands gripping Kuroo's back as you ground your pelvis' together.
You could feel your hard cocks press together, sloppily kissing each other without a care in the world. Before you knew it he was tugging your shirt up and over your arms, throwing it to the floor. If you had half a mind you would have scolded him for throwing your shirt into the dirt, but he bit into your collarbone and had your mind blanking.
He pushed three fingers into your mouth, eyes blowing wide as he watched you suck on his digits. Your drool pooled down his fingers, coating his palm as he wiggled his fingers in your mouth.
He pulled them out, free hand wrapping around the back of your neck and pulling you into a deep kiss. His spit lubed fingers slid into your boxers, wasting no time and shoving two into you. You moaned into his mouth, his index finger stroking your neck as his mouth swallowed your moans.
Your knees shook as his fingers dug deep into you, his fingers were long and expertly worked to undo you. You threw your head back as loud moans flew from you like a crescendo. “You look a lot prettier like this.” He had a cat like grin on his face, pupils blown wide as he stared down at you. He had seemed to have grown a little since high school, easily dwarfing you as he railed into you with his fingers.
“Ku-Kuroo, fuck, now.” You choked out, looking him in the eye. You ground back, fucking yourself on his fingers while you bit your lip in pleasure. He quickly pulled his fingers out of you, wiping them on your jeans when he spun you around.
Hard bark ground into your cheek, one of Kuroo’s hands on your upper back while the other pulled your jeans down. He spat down onto his cock, flicking his wrist as he spread it over his cock. His hand moved to grab your hip as he guided his cock into you, you let out high needy whines as he filled you. Choked gasps were torn from your throat as Kuroo bottomed out inside of you, you could hear him choking out gasps as you clenched around his cock. You could feel his cock grind against your prostate, distracting you from the sting as pleasure surged up your spine.
“Fuc-fuck. Tight.” Kuroo groaned into the back of your neck, his hot breath tickling your burning skin. Kuroo gave an experimental thrust, almost loosing his mind when you let out a loud moan and bent into him. His hands laced itself with yours, pinning them by your head against the tree trunk.
All you could do was sob as he pinned you against a tree and fucked your brains out, mind hazing away as pleasure began twisting its way through you.
“Well, i was wondering when this was going to happen.” A sudden smug voice had you both pausing your movements, Kuroo quickly pulling out of you as you both hastily buttoned up. You located your shirt quickly and began tugging it on. “Fuck off Oikawa.” Kuroo groaned, your eyes doubling once you realised the owner of the voice.
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Captain’s Favorite Nerd
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(Haikyuu) Kuroo Tetsuro x Male Reader
325 words
You keep to yourself, but somehow you’ve managed to win Kuroo over with your quiet tendencies and nerdy personality, what would he be like as your boyfriend.
sorry this is short :(
requested by @certifiedloverboy4evr
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Kuroo likes dragging you out of your comfort zone. He will force you to do things with him or just make you come to the thing he’s doing to get you to do things with him. He normally doesn’t care if you keep to yourself when you are at the things he’s dragged you too, he's just happy to see you out of your own little habitat and socializing, kinda. 
You’re both nerds. Kuroo is just a nerd in a different way than you are. That doesn’t mean you can't convince him to play a few rounds of your favorite game with you. He's never any good though. You’d think being Kenma’s friend for so long that he’d get at least decent at a few games but he's really hopeless. 
Kuroo did introduce you to Kenma. And you hit it off quite well, but no one but the two of you could tell. You and Kenma are the type of friends that just sit silently together and do your own thing, and there is nothing wrong with that, but to the outside eye it can seem like you two don’t like each other that much. 
You had always felt comfortable around Kuroo. More so than you do with most people, and he is thankful to see you so comfortable around him. He likes that you trust him enough to open up around him. He also does realize that being quiet and keeping to yourself is just how you are though, so he doesn’t ever try to push you TOO hard to open up or do something too far out of your comfort zone. 
He will call you a nerd as a term of endearment. Any chance he gets he's calling you a nerd, it's his favorite pet name for you and you simply have to accept your fate. He will talk to his friends about how you're HIS nerd, so that's gotta count for something.
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remuswriting · 5 months
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random haikyuu character + male reader tweets
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I’ve been caving for a minute and I just have to share
CW —this pertains towards male reader and everything I write after this will, female reader can interact but I will never be writing anything for fem.
Imagine you’re at a college party and you’re hanging out with your best buddy Kuroo, always helping you when you need it, introducing you to fun stuff blah blah blah..
You’re not as sociable as him so going out to big parties like that is in your opinion very awkward because you never know what to do..
so you sit down somewhere, maybe have a few drinks to cohere with everyone. but you drink a little too much though and you have no sense of direction whatsoever.
and pervert-y kuroo who's js watching you become more and more frisky and empty minded is getting off to you. The way you move, look, act— you’re just the perfect candidate of being taken advantage of.
He takes advantage of the moment.. taking you to a room so he can “you settle down and get your thoughts in place" n' that he’s just looking out for you because you're just so drunk and “he's never seen you like this before”. he's just tryna take care of you, right?
But instead of helping you sober up n' calm down, he pulls out his camera and starts undressing you, camera shining in your face because he wants to use it as fap material afterwards 🤞🏾..
N E WAYSS.. yeah, he’s just doing foreplay w u atp, telling you to open your mouth like a “good boy” so he can shove his fingers inside and watch you look down n' embarrassment as you slobber all over his fingers like a lil puppy.
MAHAIWJQSJW THIS WOULD BE BETTER IF IT WAS LIKE READER WAS W HIMBO TOO!!
(I don’t wanna overuse the himbo prompt but it’s just soo good YUMYUNYYUM!!)
him teaching himbo reader how to “turn girls on” n' “kiss them correctly" but instead just using it to use the poor dummy like a flesh light..
THE VOICESSSS
one more thing but imagine him (or bokuto ESPECIALLY)) doin’ back shots after a retwist bcuz they just think you're such a pretty n' beautiful n' cute boy ( ´ ▽ ` )
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Kuroo x male reader that's always dressed heavily .. but one day he wears something like those tight sleeveless turtlenecks and kuroo had to double take because he's like “is that rlly my boyfriend?”
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i had fun writing this. it is short, so im sorry- i had fun, but it was hard coming up with ideas and trying to incorporate them.
tws: no warnings. just fluff.
Kuroo loved you very much. He adored your sense of humor and the times you shared together. He particularly enjoyed your comfy style- though sometimes he wondered if you were burning up with all of those layers you typically wore. The heat in Tokyo wasn't something to gloss over and he admired your determination to pair long sleeves with baggy pants.
He was so used to you wearing so many layers that when he invited you out on a date together after his Uni classes, he wasn't expecting you to be wearing something as revealing as you were... rather it was revealing for you.
You had decided that today would be the day to wear a black, sleeveless turtleneck and a tighter pair of ripped, black jeans. You looked good. You waltzed into the café, Kuroo's eyes glossing right over you until you sat down in front of him.
"Hey, dude. My boyfriend is gonna be sitting here." Kuroo lazily glances over at you, then back to the door, and finally settling back onto you with wide eyes.
"[N-Name]?! Oh my god, I didn't even recognize you!" Kuroo shoots out of his seat, the chair squeaking against the tiled floor. "Oh-Oh my god."
His eyes trail over your frame, drinking in every inch of skin he could.
"What is it Tetsu?" You blink innocently. "Can I not wear clothing that shows my skin?"
"N-No! That's not it! I just-" He sucks in a breath. "You look fuckin' amazing, baby. I wasn't expecting you to wear this."
You chuckle at this, eyes twinkling as your lovely boyfriend continues to stutter out why he hadn't recognized you and that yes, he does love you! he just-
"Tetsu, my love. It's okay."
The man in question huffs in response, a smile tugging at his lips as he places his hand over yours.
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Ah okay that makes perfect sense! I know how controversial of a topic it is and how sensative a lot of people can be since it's a touchy subject. So I just wanted to make sure it was okay before actually requesting anything.
So obviously take as much time as you need! This is in no way a urgent ask so please, don't feel pressured.
Could you write about Kuroo, Suga, Suna or Iwaizumi (I don't care who, you can pick from those guys<3) with a boyfriend who has like a lot of older scars, some that still kinda aren't healed and can tear open if not managed properly. Ooh like they find out about the cuts because the reader fucked up and accidenally stretched the skin too much and it started bleeding.
Also also, I really like your writing. It's so cute! Have a good night/day
Thank you for being so considerate! I hope this is okay, I might make another piece based on your ask that's a little more specific to your words, but this is just what came out when I got to writing.
In the end, it's domestic Kuroo comfort, hope you like <3
'Honey I'm home!'
Tetsuro loves the corny greeting, always comes through the front door with a cheesy grin on his face and kicks off his shoes, hanging up his blazer.
He's a man of habit, every day he announces himself to the home, and every day, his boyfriend greets him with rolled eyes and some witty remark.
Every day...except today.
After prolonged silence, Kuroo pauses, listening for anything in your shared him in search of his lover. Had he missed a text? You always tell him if you won't be home before him.
Just in case, he checks his phone, and finds that he hasn't heard a word from you since lunch.
'(Y/N)?'
He steps further into the house, skimming around moving boxes yet to be unpacked, turning down the hall to the bedrooms, only to stop in his tracks, staring at a glaring crimson stain on your beige carpet.
Worry gripped him and he immediately went into frantic search mode, calling your name louder while diving into the master bedroom.
The ensuite bathroom door was wide open, lights on, and he sees you sat on the edge of the bathtub.
You looked up, glassy eyed, but pulled on a sheepish smile. 'Oh, hey baby.'
'Hey, what happened, Kit?' His voice is soft, reassuring even as he takes in the faded, washed out blood in the bottom of the bathtub and the sink.
'I...I'm sorry.' You whimpered, wiping at your cheeks with your bare arm. 'I thought it'd be okay, but...'
Tetsuro knelt in front of you, checking that you'd already patched yourself up properly.
His hands are warm, gentle, tracing and mapping every mark, new and old, gingerly skirting around the ones you'd managed to damage by overworking yourself.
His touch calms the pain, eases your urge to glare at the marks on your own skin.
Content that you'd taken care of the physical, he cupped your cheeks, pads of his thumbs gently wiping away the tears and stopping you from rubbing your eyes any harder.
'Don't be sorry, okay? I've got you now, baby.' His words made the anxiety grow quiet, the warmth of him soaking into your icy, prickled skin while the kiss he pressed to your forehead made the pain seem a far off memory. 'Let's get you comfortable. Want me to carry you?'
'No, I'm fine.'
He fixed you with a suspicious look, and you relented. You didn't need him to carry you, but that doesn't mean you don't want him too.
Tetsuro helped you into comfortable clothes (his) and then wrapped you in the softest blanket you had before settling you on the sofa.
He cuddled with you for a while, nuzzling into your neck and planting playful kisses on any skin he can reach while murmuring about how his day went after you asked.
He doesn't ask, doesn't need to. He knows you far too well, knows that you need distraction for now. You can deal with everything going on in your head later, right now, you bury your face in your boyfriend's chest and convince him to order takeout so he wouldn't have to get up and leave you to make dinner.
'You know, there's no need to rush your healing, right?' Tetsuro purred, his arms securely around your waist, lips pressed to your temple. 'It doesn't have to be fast, or linear, taking a step back doesn't mean you can't go forward anymore.'
'I know. Thank you baby.' You could have purred under his attention, solidifying his nickname for you. "Kit" was a result of his first instinct to call you kitty, and your insistence that it made you feel like a neko anime chic.
'I don't see how that's a bad thing.' Kuroo had chortled. 'But if you don't like it, I can think of something else.'
'Sooo, KFC?'
You rolled your eyes, leaning up to steal a kiss from his lips. 'I love you, dork.'
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