#Kuroo tetsurou

[aransmind]

Kuroo tetsurou in streetwear

[sugarwarachan]

random horny thoughts about hq men - seijoh + nekoma edition

CHARACTERS: mattsun, iwaizumi, makki, oikawa, kuroo, kenma, shohei CWS: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, knife play, implied d/s undertones to a lot of these, toxic relationship elements, cheating/cucking if you squint, corruption kink, oral (f!receiving), bondage, spit kink NOTES: continue to enjoy my gross thoughts as i pull myself out of whatever writer's block hell i'm in. thank you to the anon who suggested shohei's - i accidentally deleted it i'm so sorry 😀

mattsun loves knife play. the idea of cutting your tights away from your body, tracing the knife ever so gently up the inside of your thigh before rippppp the metal tears through like butter. the flash of fear and unbridled lust in your eyes bricks him up instantly. he slots his thigh between yours and presses the flat of the blade ever so gently against your thrumming pulse. "ready to play, angel?"

iwaizumi finds out your ex never made you cum and makes it his personal mission to give you as many orgasms as possible. his fingers, tongue, dick, thighs, he wants to get you off in every way possible and erase that idiot’s ineptitude from your brain. “you cum so easily, baby. the fuck was your ex talking about?”

makki loves when you talk back. it’s foreplay for him to take you out somewhere nice and relentlessly tease you all night, each of you trading good-natured barbs that run just a little bit nasty (he likes when you’re mean, what can he say). there’s always a line, though, and when you cross it, his hand grips the back of your neck hard enough to stop you short. "I think we should go home, don't you?"

oikawa is prone to toxic situationships that always result in hurt feelings (his own). he sees you out with other guys and it actually boils his blood to the point where he’s calling you, whining about how you don’t make time for him anymore, and when you come over, he fucks you face down on the mattress to remind you that he’s the only one who knows how to make you cum the way you like

he’s super embarassed about it, but kuroo has a little bit of a corruption kink. like the first time he goes down on you and you get all blushy and embarassed - he’s hard as a rock. soothes you with soft kisses on your neck and stomach as he tells you how beautiful you look, how good you are just for him. he’s gentle in how he eats but he’s determined to make you as crazy for him as he is for you

kenma is lazy this kenma is lazy that - kenma finds out how much you like to be tied up and learns everything he can about bondage play. he buys a dummy to practice on (kuroo absolutely loses his mind over this), he watches tutorials, boy is dedicated to finding out how to make you cum this way. when this skinny streamer guy asks you out, you have no idea you’re gonna be roped into a bondage belt with a happy strap grazing over your clit as you sob into his arms (but you're not complaining)

your first impression of shohei is that he’s never known the touch of a woman but HOO BOY were you wrong. this man is a FREAK between the sheets. you can’t believe that the mild-mannered dude who barely says a word forces your mouth open so he can spit directly onto your tongue. by the time he’s done with you, you’re fucked out of your skull, covered in scratches, hickies, and cum, and being asked if you want to order taco bell

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[straight-n-arrow]

Its not even that the character(s) suck ass, its that I am completely insufferable about them.

having a crush on a character that sucks ass:

[baguantte]

kuroyaku and the yaku brothers

[megapteraurelia]

neighbour!kuroo who leaves his house running a little bit late; his tie still unbound, suit jacket hectically tugged on, and yuck, the shoe horn digging in his ankle, trying to fit into the leather shoes.

cursing under his breath at himself, stomach grumbling because he missed breakfast, only to find you sitting on the ground one door over in front of your boyfriend's home, looking worse for wear. nose running, shut eyes, shallow breaths through your mouth.

"hey, uh, you alright?"

you barely answer him, and he is a little worried, but he's also late, so his hand comes to find your shoulder, hoping the touch is light but present enough to bring you back to the land of the living.

he tries again, "should i call anybody?"

this time, your eyes flutter and your head straightens up from where it threatened to loll over. your voice stuffy and groggy, "huh? i— uh, i texted, uhm, my boyfriend. he'll be there soon."

for the life of his, kuroo tetsurou couldn't even remember how your boyfriend, his neighbour, even looked like but you were convinced that you'll be alright, and the clock's ticking and his boss will have his head if kuroo sauntered into his office again, claiming to having had to help a damsel in distress, so kuroo takes your word for what it was.

only to come home eight hours later and, to his absolute shock and horror, he finds you curled up in front of the door on the cold floor, non-moving.

neighbour!kuroo who is pissed because it was clear as day that you were sick as hell. and there you were: laboured breaths, clutching your phone to your chest like it's supposed to be a lifeline, strands of hair clinging to your skin, damp from the sweat, eyebrows twitching in your unsatisfying slumber. no sign of your boyfriend.

something in kuroo's chest twists deep, aching and painful and he wonders if you had even eaten anything in all those hours.

neighbour!kuroo who struggles opening his door with you in his arms, and he curses at himself again for not having had the bright idea of opening his door before picking you up.

whose heart squeezes when you curled against him in his arms, seeking any comfort and any warmth. whose stomach flips a bit when your face smooths out and the wrinkles of worry and pain lessen.

he makes sure you're comfortable on his couch, bundled up after hurriedly checking where he kept the spare blankets (he hasn't had anyone over for a sleepover in so long), brings you water and props you up to help you drink it, asks you about food and still cooks you the soup his mum made him as a kid when you decline in a delirious state.

the soup's missing a little salt but he keeps it on the lowest heat to keep it as warm as possible, anyway.

neighbour!kuroo who regrets opening his door hours later deep in the very evening when your dipshit of a boyfriend knocks hard (ah, so that's how he looks like), because he's had a long day and seeing the outraged look on his neighbour's face that you are 'allowing' another man to take care of you gets kuroo all pissed.

"listen, man. she's sleeping and you're being way too loud, so keep your voice down. if you want to worry now, you should've done so hours ago."

neighbour!kuroo who doesn't care enough to not close the door in your boyfriend's face.

[kikiwie]

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[evamame]

kuroo testurou thinking you’re crying because you’re sad, but you’re actually just eating buldak noodles

“baby? why are you crying?” kuroo asks, walking into the dining room and spotting you sitting in your seat at the table, back facing him.

you hum in question, turning your head to look at him standing in the doorway. when kuroo sees your face, his heart shatters. his features contort into terror at the sight of your eyes lined with tears and snot running down your nose, which you try to contain with obnoxiously loud sniffles. he’s so focused on you that he fails to notice the chopsticks in your hand and the bowl of buldak noodles on the placemat in front of you.

he quickly rushes over and takes a seat in the chair next to you, his warm palm gently cupping your cheek. he rubs his thumb across your cheekbone softly as he speaks with a touch of nervousness and urgency, “what’s wrong? did something happen?”

you shake your head, grabbing a tissue from the box at the center of the table and blowing your nose to get rid of the gross ooze dripping out of your nostrils. you toss the tissue to the side before replying with a hint of confusion, “what do you mean? nothing happened.”

“but, you’re crying. i love you ya know, you can always tell me if something’s wrong,” his voice is laced with lots of concern.

you stifle an airy laugh—the sound on the border of a scoff—despite the burning sensation on your tongue,“kuroo. read the room.”

his brows furrow in confusion, before his eyes stray to the orange sauce staining your lips. it’s at that moment that he looks at the bowl on the table and the utensil in your hand, and he puts two and two together. “oh,” as the realization kicks in, the worry that painted his features is erased, and with it a newfound sense of relief takes its place.

“yeah.”

“you scared me!”

“your fault. you know these noodles always make me cry.”

he chuckles at that, “if they’re so spicy, why do you even eat them? isn’t it painful?”

you give him a knowing grin, “so painful. but they’re delicious.”

“i’m mad you freaked me out like that. i seriously thought something bad happened to you.”

“your reaction was sweet. you’re an idiot, though.”

his voice feigns offense at your words, “you’re so mean! i take back every nice thing i said to you two seconds ago.”

“next time be more observant.”

“hey, you owe me a bite for that comment,” he says as he reaches over to grab the chopsticks out of your hand.

“don’t start crying with me.”

“i won’t. i’m not a wuss like you,” he speaks in between distastefully loud chews, his mouth stuffed full of the “small bite” he took.

“you seemed like a wuss when you broke down at the sight of my tears.”

“hey, that’s enough! do you want me to hate you instead?” he tries his best to sound angry, chopsticks pointed accusingly at you despite it being bad manners, but a laugh seeps through his noodle-muffled words. what an air head.

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[dyerink]

collection of silly little haikyuu memes

[sophistired18]

Yaku-sama is really friendly with that jva promoter isnt he?

[touteytout]

[hanavbara]

retro haikyuu!! 🧡🏐✨

[hunnismokah]

KUROO I LOVE YOU KUROOOOO 😖

[mindie-arts]

Training camp squad💥

[star6olt]

redraw of the scene

[ayaamoo]

I tagged along to the Haikyuu movie and came out with 2 new sons…🫣

[toastyyjams]

kenma doobles from the movie :3