#kenma ff

[fayelero]

— PS5 ! kenma kozume

➥ pr : timeskip!kenma x fem!reader

➥ syn : decorating his ps5 to pull a reaction out of him

➥ tw : pure fluff

The low hum of Kenma’s soft voice filled the apartment, barely audible over the faint clicks of his controller. He was streaming, as usual, perched in his sleek gaming chair with his headset on, eyes glued to the glowing screen in front of him. His camera was off today—he only had his mic on, chatting softly with his viewers.

Meanwhile, you were sprawled on the couch in the living room, watching the back of his head with growing frustration. He had been like this for hours, giving his undivided attention to the game, barely even sparing you a glance. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced around the room, your gaze landing on his precious PS5 sitting on the TV shelf. That sleek, untouched console sparked an idea.

A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you stood up. Quietly padding across the room, you headed toward his gaming room. Poking your head in, you saw him, still utterly engrossed in his game. The desk beside him was cluttered with random bits and pieces—a bottle of glue caught your eye. That would be perfect for what you had planned.

You stepped into the room, careful not to make too much noise. As you passed by him to grab the glue, Kenma’s sharp senses must have noticed you. Without missing a beat in his game, he leaned over slightly and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. His lips barely lingered, but the gesture was enough to make your stomach flip. You paused for a second, stealing a glance at him. His eyes were still glued to the screen, not even flicking toward you.

In response, you leaned down and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, but he didn’t react beyond a small, barely-there smile. It was almost infuriating how calm he was. With the glue and your charms in hand, you left the room, your plan taking full shape as you returned to the living room.

Settling on the floor in front of the TV, you spread out your collection of small, colorful charms—everything from cats to tiny ramen bowls. You grabbed his pristine white PS5 and got to work. Piece by piece, you carefully glued on the charms, decorating it with an almost childlike playfulness. Bright pinks, yellows, and blues popped against the stark white of the console. It was cute—so cute, in fact, that you knew it would irritate him. Kenma was always so particular about keeping his tech sleek and minimal. This would get a reaction out of him for sure.

Minutes turned into an hour as you meticulously arranged the charms, making sure it was perfectly over-the-top. When you were finally done, you leaned back to admire your handiwork. His once-sleek PS5 was now a riot of color and chaos, each charm glued perfectly in place. Satisfied, you grabbed a book and sank back onto the couch, casually flipping it open as you waited for him to notice.

Eventually, you heard the soft click of the gaming room door opening. Kenma wandered into the living room, his headset now resting around his neck. He immediately sat beside you, his weight sinking into the couch as he leaned slightly against your side. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t look up from your book. If he could ignore you for hours, you could play this game too.

“Hmm,” he murmured, his tone a little needy as he tried to get your attention. When you didn’t respond, he shifted closer, his head resting against your shoulder.

And then, he gasped.

His golden eyes widened as he stared at the PS5 on the shelf. “What… what is that?” he asked, voice rising slightly. He got up and approached the console, crouching in front of it to get a closer look. You peeked over the top of your book, watching his reaction with barely contained glee.

For a moment, he was completely silent, and you braced yourself for the annoyed rant you were sure was coming. But then, to your utter shock, he smiled. A soft, genuine smile. “This is… really nice,” he said, turning to look at you.

“Wait, you like it?” you asked, your voice betraying your frustration.

Kenma stood up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He snapped a picture of the PS5, muttering to himself about how his viewers would love it. Within seconds, he was typing away, posting the picture online with a caption you couldn’t quite catch.

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad? Why would I be mad?” he said, his tone laced with amusement. He sat back down beside you, resting his head on your lap this time. “It’s cute. Thank you.”

Your plan had completely backfired. You had wanted to irritate him, but instead, he was sitting there with a small, satisfied smile, scrolling through the comments on his post. Frustrated, you flicked his forehead gently, earning a soft laugh from him.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” you muttered, setting your book aside.

“And you’re adorable,” he replied, his eyes finally leaving his phone to meet yours. His tone was soft, teasing. “But if you wanted attention, you could’ve just told me.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. Kenma might be impossible, but so were you.

Ⓒkiesbrainjuice all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

tag : @haechansbbg

[jasscheeks]

haikyuu; the pretty setters

how would they react if you spent the whole day together, then had to go home?

pairings: oikawa, suga, kenma, kageyama, akaashi, atsumu x f!reader

kenma’s part is my favorite omg <3

warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, small mentions of seggs in akaashi’s, they all think the two of you should just move in tgt, slight begging and sulking

masterlist | ao3

pretty spiker edition.

OIKAWA knows what time it is, and he sees you glancing at the clock. he hates to see you leave because that means no more cuddles and no late-night talks when the both of you can't go to sleep. he knows it'll be a while before you visit again, and he just can't go without you. at this point, you should just move in with him. he physically cannot be without you for prolonged periods, plus, it would make his day a hundred times better coming home to you.

so as you're walking towards the door after giving him his goodbye kiss, he pulls you in from your waist, making you skid to a stop. "can't you stay for a little longer? i'll get really lonely if you leave," he whined, his chin pressed onto your shoulder as he held you tight against his chest.

"tooru, you know i can't," you try to pry him off of you but he's as tough as a rock, "you have practice, ugh, i have...school—tooru, do you really have to hold me this tight?" you tried to squeeze yourself from his grip, but he truly wasn't budging.

"you'll leave if i don't!" he insisted, but even then you found yourself still walking towards his door as he followed you along. “just a few more minutes, no one more second, please (y/n)!” he was trying his damned hardest to keep you in one place.

but seeing as you weren’t giving up, he loosened his grip on you, letting you open his front door. even as you turned to give him one more kiss goodbye he was still blabbering about you staying over. and expect an “i miss you” or “did you make it home safely?” text when you get home.

SUGAWARA is sulky about it, dramatic even. he's trying all he can to convince you to stay, from bribing you with all the food he can afford, his hugs and kisses, to smothering you against his body. but you're adamant about going home, even as you still lay in his arms.

"you hate me," he whined, as he shifted his weight on top of you. "my girlfriend hates me..." he may have had a few drinks that night, that'll explain his unusual clinginess. but even without the alcohol, this is more or less how he acts when you're leaving.

"i have a class in the morning, you know this," he groaned more hearing such a serious answer, it not containing the words he wanted to hear. "and i don't hate you, suga," you ended with a peck to his lips before pulling his comforter down so you could slip out.

he whined once more, quickly pulling the covers back over the two of you. "then i'll go with you, i'll even take notes for you," he slurred before snuggling back into your neck. his strong arms tugged you back against him, confining you against the soft sheets beneath you and this cage of his. "i'll be the best note-taker there is..."

as soon as he settled himself in with his face buried deep into your neck, you knew you weren't going to be moving around any time soon.

KAGEYAMA wants to tell you he hates when you have to leave. but as he watched you slip your socks back on from the comfort of his bed, he was at war with himself. debating if he should express that to you, he was scared he'd come off as clingy, that you'd still leave even if he said it.

as a fairly new couple, he was still adjusting to speaking up when something was on his mind. he knows he'll see you tomorrow, but he can't help but want to spend more time with you today.

he knew you both had different things to do in the morning, but who says you couldn't get ready for them together? "do you have everything?" he asked, as you stopped next to his nightstand. as soon as you looked at him he was hoping you'd drop everything to stay just by the look he was giving you. "i can bring whatever you leave with me."

but instead, you smiled his way before stepping towards him. instinctively, he was leaning into your palm, hand grazing over your waist receiving the sweet kiss you place on his forehead. "i'd like that, thank you so much, tobio," you chuckled at his robotic 'your welcome,' that followed. soon he was leading you towards his front door, praying to himself that you'd change your mind as you passed all his furniture.

but seeing as you turned to kiss him goodbye, you were set on leaving. so as he was hesitating unlocking the door, he turned to your confused face asking so quietly, "do you think you can spend the night instead?"

and much to his surprise, you giggled out a response, "i thought you'd never ask.”

KENMA is confused when you suddenly lift from his lap and step over his legs. he can hear you shuffling behind him, causing him to pause whatever game he's playing to turn his chair to face you. he watches as you search his room for something, "is something wrong, am i too loud?" he asked.

you pause, your bag in hand now, "oh no, it's not that," you smile at his concern. "it's almost seven babe, i need to start heading back home."

just hearing you say that makes him even more confused. he tilts his head just slightly, something he doesn't realize he does, "home?" he repeats, his eyes looking around the room and spotting all the little things that belonged to you scattered about.

you'd been staying with him for a little over a week, and he was starting to think you were staying for good. the two of you always joked that you'd end up staying here for so long, you'd forget that you even have your own apartment. even when you went out on errands, you’d return to his house like you lived there, kissing him hello and continuing onto the kitchen to cook something for the both of you. his apartment was your second home, and he secretly wanted it to be your permanent home.

so reluctantly he walked you to the door, sad hands wrapping around your warm frame to engulf you in a hug before he kissed you goodbye, something he hadn’t done in a while. "i love you," the two of you murmured to each other, those three words somehow making it even harder to part. and as he sat back in his gaming chair, not an hour went by that he began to miss the feeling of you in his arms. he missed your lips pressing against his every so often and your quiet snores when you fell asleep on him. he made it a point to bring up moving in together next time you're over.

AKAASHI’s fast asleep tuckered out from loving on you for hours on end. you’re close to curling back up against him and just going back to sleep, but you catch a glimpse of his alarm. it read 11:28 PM, meaning you needed to get back home.

but his arms wrap around you even tighter, pulling you even closer to his chest when he feels you moving.

“where are you going?” he asked, snuggling farther into your neck. his voice is raspy, low enough to make you stop moving. he presses his bare chest into your back as he takes in a whiff of your scent, sending chills down your back. half of you wanted to just sink back into his warmth, finding his strong arms way more comfortable than your bed back at home

you trailed your fingers over his hands, his skin soft and smooth. “keiji,” you coo, your voice sounding so sultry and soft. “it’s late, babe, i need to get back home i have work in the morning,” he hummed hearing your reply. but instead of letting go, he just cuddled deeper into you, his lips absentmindedly pressing into your bare shoulder.

he sat there, breathing so softly that you thought he had slipped back to sleep. but instead, he hummed once more, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. “i don’t want you out when it’s dark, love,” he murmured in that deep sleepy voice of his before he was cuddling back into you. “i can take you back to your apartment in the morning.”

hearing his voice was enough to have you settled back into his arms, dozing off just as fast as you did before. but best know in the morning he was asking how moving in together sounded to you.

ATSUMU is in a mood when you suddenly get up from the comfort of his arms. he had just taken you on a date, and the two of you spent the whole day together going out to food stands and shops. but he couldn’t just leave it at that, no he wanted to spend the entire day and night with you.

so he had brought you back to his apartment, as he planned to keep the date going with a movie and possibly something more… but you didn’t catch his drift.

“(y/n), you’re breaking my heart right now.” he whined, sulking from the couch as you gathered your things. “you’ll be leaving your boyfriend with a broken heart, you know.”

you rolled your eyes at the comedic cadence in his voice. this was one of his things, one of his little moods that reoccurred every time you made a move to leave, “‘tsumu, we spent the whole day together! let me go home in peace just once, please?” you pleaded with him, but somehow that just made it worse.

“aren’t i your home? aren’t i your peace, babe?” he asked, putting a playfully, sassy lilt to his voice before he crossed his arms over his chest.

“oh my god, ‘tsumu…” you groan as you place a hand over your eyes, as he continues to sulk in the other direction. you sigh as you trudge yourself back to his dramatic self. you kneel on the couch, placing your hands on his cheeks, “you’ll see me later on tomorrow, i promise.” quickly you pecked his puckered lips, and he can feel himself slowly softening his glare just for you.

he was quick to break his sulking just to wrap his arms around you, pulling you down into his lap, your gleeful squealing filling his ears. “why can’t we just buy a place together already?”

after that, atsumu came back into the living room toting his laptop, so the two of you could look at apartments together until late into the night.

for all the people who read my suna ff, a part three is on the way i promise 😭

but thank you so much for reading!

masterlist

[givexmhellkid]

if I wrote a kenhina fanfic, would anyone read it? that has been my favourite ship from haikyuu since i can remember and I know it's 2025 but still 😭

writing it both in english and italian btw

[lestapiastrisgirl]

Masterlist of Masterlists

Formula 1 Masterlist

F*ck About It [Lestappen]

by lestapiastrisgirl | M | 5/5 | 30,871

This year has been hard on Charles. Not only on the track but at home too. He loves Max to death, but he swears Max will be the death of him.

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Love About It [Lestappen]

by lestapiastrisgirl | M | 3/? | 25,069

This story picks up immediately after F*ck About It. New season. New team. New teammates. New obstacles. What could go wrong?

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Poetry [Lestappen]

by lestapiastrisgirl | M | 3/3 | 18,372

In the winding streets of Monaco, Max finds himself drawn to a quiet bookstore—and to the reserved, thoughtful man who runs it. What begins as a simple encounter slowly unearths buried vulnerabilities, as both men grapple with the weight of their pasts and the fragile hope of connection. Their two lives collide, while moments of stillness and understanding challenge them to risk their carefully guarded hearts.

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Please Notice [Lestapiastri]

by lestapiastrisgirl | M | 13,969

What starts as harmless teasing and friendly competition between three drivers slowly turns into something more complicated. Max and Charles have always had an unspoken connection, something the entire paddock seems to know but no one dares to acknowledge. But when Oscar unintentionally finds himself caught in their orbit, things begin to shift. Or 5 time Max and Charles are waiting for Oscar to figure it out and 1 time he actually does.

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The Third Piece [Lestapiastri]

by lestapiastrisgirl | E | 21/21 | 132,100

Oscar forced himself to hold his gaze, even as his pulse hammered against his ribs. Charles crouched slightly, leaning in until they were at eye level. “I know what you’re thinking,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “You think Max is the one you should be afraid of.” Oscar swallowed hard, his throat tight. “You’re wrong,” Charles said simply, straightening with a smile that didn’t belong on someone so deadly. “But you’ll figure that out soon enough.”

Part 2 of the Syndicate Series

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What Happens Next [Lestapiastri]

by lestapiastrisgirl | E | WIP

All of the juicy and highly sought after oneshots of nothing but lestapiastri FILTH from the Syndicate Universe. All take place after the ending of The Third Piece. (Mostly. For now.)

Part 3 of the Syndicate Series

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This Is What I Get [Landoscar]

by lestapiastrisgirl | M | 1/1 | 13,538

The thing about drowning, Oscar thought, was that it didn’t feel like drowning. Not at first. At first, it was just the sensation of being pulled under. Just a little. Not enough to panic. Not enough to thrash and scream. You told yourself you could hold your breath, that you’d float back to the surface eventually. But then came the pressure, that creeping weight pressing down on your chest, subtle and unrelenting. That was what no one told you: drowning wasn’t the struggle to breathe. It was the waiting. And waiting was all Oscar ever seemed to do these days.

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This Is What I've Done [Landoscar]

by lestapiastrisgirl | M | 3/3 | 16,827

Oscar was the one who never expected anything from him—who never asked for anything in return, who never told him to be better, or stronger, or enough. And maybe that’s why Lando kept coming back to him. Because when everything else felt like it was slipping out of his control—when every lap felt slower, every race felt harder, and every smile in front of a camera felt more and more like a lie—Oscar was there. And Lando could take what he needed from him. This is Lando's POV of This Is What I Get

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This is What We've Become [Landoscar]

by lestapiastrisgirl | M | 2/2 | 15,210

The weight of the evening hung heavy in the dimly lit living room. Oscar had arrived nearly an hour ago, eyes red and swollen, his backpack slung loosely over one shoulder like it might fall off at any moment. He hadn’t said much—barely anything, really—but the tears had started almost as soon as Charles opened the door.

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Haikyuu!! Masterlist

Give You Love [BokuAka]

by lestapiastrisgirl | 10/10 | NR | 46,796

Akaashi Keiji faces the pressures of school and family while navigating his deepening relationship with Bokuto Koutaro. As they grow closer, the challenges of being open about their feelings weigh on Akaashi, especially under the scrutiny of others. With Bokuto’s unwavering support, Akaashi begins to find his footing, and together, they focus on their shared goal: leading their volleyball team to Nationals, despite the obstacles that stand in their way.

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Overdrive [IwaOi]

by lestapiastrisgirl | 9/9 | NR | 27,095

Iwaizumi Hajime, a former MotoGP racer, struggles with life after a career-ending accident. Isolated and restless, he’s invited by Bokuto to an underground street race, where he unexpectedly encounters Oikawa Tooru. Watching Oikawa dominate the race with a custom-built car, Iwaizumi is impressed by his skill and drive. The thrill of the event stirs something in Iwaizumi, and though he tries to push it away, he can’t shake the pull of the racing world he thought he’d left behind.

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Slipstream [BokuAka]

by lestapiastrisgirl | 12/12 | NR | 42,616

Akaashi Keiji prepares for his Formula 1 debut at the Bahrain Grand Prix, determined to prove himself amid accusations of nepotism. His confidence is shaken when Bokuto Koutarou, a mechanic from Vetra Dynamics, unexpectedly joins the race as a last-minute substitute, starting from the back. Despite having no formal racing background, Bokuto’s raw, instinctive driving style allows him to surge through the pack. As the race progresses, Akaashi’s calculated precision is tested when Bokuto closes in, leading to an intense battle between the two, neck and neck for position. F1 Team Concepts

[nakajimaatsushii]

Hanahaki's error - Chapter 1 - a_panicked_starfish - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

A little something I wrote

[satoriswife]

Kuroo Tetsurou x F!Reader

Title: “Oh yeah?”

warnings:Y/n and Kuroo just hating each other.

AGED UP (18–19) Sarcastic Flirting. There will also be Smut(Not in this chapter though) Chapter 1 / ?

Chapter 2 , 3 , 4

You had no problems at all with being manager of Nekoma's boys volleyball team.But having to work with someone you despised so much was the worst part of your year.

Kuroo Tetsurou.

You had heard of him in your'e first year. Then had the pleasure of being in all of his classes during 2nd year. He was cocky. Sharp-witted. Too attractive for his own good. He strolls up into your space, arms crossed, looking you up and down like he's assessing whether you are worth his time or not. "So you're the new manager hm?" his lips tilting into a smirk. You lift an unimpressed brow. "And your'e the captain?" "You know I am.Everyone knows I am."

A whistle sounds from the sidelines,a few players snicker and Kuroo scoffs. "Dont be bratty." "Dont you have a job to be doing ?Because I know I do." You tilt your clipboard towards him. "You sure you can handle being a manager?We wouldn't want you to trip over you're own rules."

You hold his stare, refusing to back down from whatever this was. You laugh and take a step closer. "You worry about your'e spikes and job as captain and I'll worry about making sure this team doesn't fall apart because of your lack of discipline. mkay."

Kuroo blinks as you walk away.He was fuming,he let you talk to him like that. Two can play at this game.

-------------------------------------------------------------------- You got along with everyone within the first week.Even Kenma, and that pissed Mr Captain off. "Stop being grumpy Captain." You say grabbing the towel box from the storage room. "Im not a pirate don't fucking call me that." "Will you two stop. Kuroo hurry up."Yaku shouts from the court with the rest of the team. "Yes MOM." "Bro we are the same age Y/n." You watch as Kuroo storms off clearly in a bad mad today.Not that, that was any different from any other day.

Practice went on another few rounds and it was finally the end. Kuroo was making his oh so great captain speech,alongside coach.You waited patiently for kuroo to let you speak but instead started to wrap things up.

"Wait a sec." You say, as the boys turn back. "In 2 weeks I organised a training camp that some other schools including Fukurodani and Karasuno have accepted to take part in. So hope that we can be welcoming and treat them well whilst they stay here for the week." You watch as they all walk off excited. Kuroo stands close leaning into your space checking your notes. "Do you have to breathe into me?" You say pulling away to look at him. "Its called existing.Im just standing here." He grits. "Dile it down abit Cap,wont want you to explode." "You better shut the fuck up yeah." He says about to step closer but noticing Coach still beside him he doesn't.

You knew he wanted to say ‘You’re getting on my nerves.’ Or ‘you’re infuriating.’

And it made you laugh.That you made him react this way.

“Kuroo.” You hear Kenmas honey voice speak. “Are you coming out to dinner with us?Lev forced me to.”

“Uh yea, I’ll be right out.” He says sighing.

“Oh uhh.Y/n..The others dont mind if you come too.”

“Oh Id lov-”

“NO.”

“You dont get to make that decision for me.”

“But Im captain so I say no.”

“Yea i noticed.But Im still going.Im starving Kenma so Id love to!!” You say budging past Kuroos shoulder.

“Brat.” He mutters.

And that was your daily routine.

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A/N two different stories in one day?

This Kuroo ff will have longer chapters so be prepared for whats to come.

[nixeau]

Pssst hey! Yeah you, you lookin' for some good Wattpad Haikyuu ship fics?

I gotchu covered (FT. Hqheaven cuz she's the best)

10. Fallen Angel (IwaOi)

Good soup, would read again. Ending was unexpected but also so fricken good.

It's angel au, except it's only Iwaizumi whose the demon who becomes attracted to Oikawa

9. Atlantis (IwaOi, DaiSuga & BokuAka)

It's the captain x Setter troupe trio, what am I supposed to do? Not like it? Now, that's just blasphemy

I love this for the sole reason that Kenma was a vibe, ngl. Mans was to lazy to even DIE

8. To annoy the grim reaper (KuroKen)

7. King (BokuAka)

I love the whole thing, but ngl, I wished it was a whole story

6. Pretend Fiance (DaiSuga)

Teeth rotting, and holy crap the plot twist. It's friend to lovers with the slight sprinkle of fake/pretend I mean obvs

There's also Mafia au, if you squint

5. Paradise (IwaOi)

Its fallen Angel's sequel, you gotta read it

I mean, don't you wanna know what happened to Oikawa after the last chapter?

Cause I did

4. Chimerical (Kuroken)

Its a little triggering, considering the themes but man it is good

Im sorry its been a while since I last read this but all I remember is that its flipping good, like stay up at 3am good

3. Prince (LevYaku)

The fact that this is the only LevYaku in my list is telling

It's Fantasy au, it has a lot of ships, it covers a lot of characters and how they came to be, excellent world building (if I say so my self), it's mild angst and it even has so much after stories. It's my ideal ff, ngl

2. Honey, I think I'm gay (IwaOi & MatsuHana)

It's kinda slowburn, with 2 ships and friends to lovers. AND Chef Iwa!!! it's tagged Butler au tho, do what you will with that info With addition of meme lords Hanamaki and Matsukawa

As an added bonus, you get to hate someone :DD

And of course

1. Best Mistake (IwaOi)

It's angst like full on angst. Like the type to make you cry 3x which I deffo didn't its so freaking good that this is one of my best of all time.

If I said pretend Fiance has plot twist? This one has plot twist on a plot twist

Be warned tho, its not happy ending it full on, tear jerking, will you make throw your phone at 3am worthy

Also a bunch of quotable stuff (I think there's an AO3 version, but I've never found it)

If you read any of these or all of these, tell me cuz I think I've just found my new bestie

If not check them out and tell me what you think?

Maybe. I dunno, man.

[urfavoritekenna]

SOOO if I do start posting i’m js gonna put down some fandoms i’ll write for! Im not gonna do smut rn since im not comfortable writing it but i can do suggested.

kpop:

Enhypen- All members (no suggested smut for Ni-ki)

SKZ- All

TXT- All

BND- All (No suggested smut for Woonhak)

BTS- Atm i’m only gonna write for Jimin, jk, and taehyung bc i know them more, i want to make a lot of my ffs accurate

Anime: (NO SUGGESTED SMUT)

Haikyuu- atm i’m only gonna write for Kageyama, Hinata, Suga, Tsukishima, Noya, Kiyoko, Kenma, Kuroo, and Oikawa

MHA- atm i’m only gonna write for 1-A

The Promised Neverland: Emma, Norman, Ray, and Gilda (won’t lie, isabella is kinda BAD.)

Other:

Criminal minds- all

some fandoms im WORKING on getting into:

Ateez

Demon Slayer

The Legend Of Vox Machina

AOT

dangaronpa

If anyone has any suggestions for fanfics or recommendations for shows or movies i should watch, lmk!

[kolya-rat]

Another haikyu hc, because I seem to have a lot of these lately.

Akaashi Keiji listens to the songs his mom does 😕. Like, for example his mom when he was a kid would probably turn on the radio and the songs playing would be things like Miki Matsubara, Anri, Taeko Ouki, you know the 90s city pop style. And so, that kinda just stuck to him and he practically adores them now.

But he would also definitely listen to some anime soundtracks, but only the chill ones. It's a big headcanon of mine that the only anime he watches are the manga he's read. I believe in Akaashi OHSHC fan itenerary. (He literally edits for a manga company in timeskip so.... yeah he probably reads them.) I believe that he reads more shoujo manga over shounen manga. (Still buys Shounen jump though.)

Barely plays video games because he prefers to read but probably saw Kenma playing once during their training camps or maybe hangouts playing some games and got interested in a few of them. I personally hc Persona 4, Steins;gate, Gitaroo Man (unironically), Golden Sun, and FF IX. (Also I hc that Kenma is a P3P fan, while Akaashi insists on P4 being the best one. Kuroo says it's actually P2:Innocent Sin and they both look at him like 😒)

His love language for his friends is bullying. (Not much of a hc since we see him playfully bully and tease Bokuto a lot in the anime 🫢)

Played Angel's Feather at some point in his life and didn't know it was a BL game. It definitely awakened something in him though.

[keisgirl]

HELPPP I WAS THE ONE WHO GAVE THE IDEA THINGY FOR PART 3 FOR THE KENMA FF AND I REALIZED IT SAID "BAD DAY" INSTEAD OF "BADDIE" I hate autocorrect sm 😭. BUTTT.. Thx for thinking about my idea too 😭 also I js realized I forgot to compliment the kenma fanfic because I was just too excited to give you the idea before I forget about it. but yeah the kenma ff is amazingggg!!

Random but can I go by 😼anon. Teehee 👉🏻👈🏻

omg yes of course you can be 😼 anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻 AHHAHAA I DIDNT REALISE THE SPELLING UNTIL YOU POINTED IT OUT😭😭 i actaully saw the idea notfi in class and i started writing about it lmfao so OUT SOON!! 😝😝

[freyzrc]

I don't know if you're just asking for JJK characters to do, & doing them soley for right now- But I wondered if you were into Haikyuu!! and if you made any characters from that? Namely; Atsumu Miya, Kiyoomi Sakusa, or Kenma Kozume. I would love to see them in your style regardless if you decide to! Just adore your art and the time you spend on them. Thank you.

Awh thank you for the suggestion and liking my art! I'm actually open to not just JJK chars haha! I'm into AoT / JJK / Genshin / HSR / Arknights / FF atm! Unfortunately i haven't watched Haikyuu DX maybe in the future when I do decide to watch i'll draw them! thank you though! :D

[fayelero]

ⓘ 03. MY STRANGE ADDICTION !

⤷ FIC ﹫ timeskip!kenma x fem!reader ﹫ angst/fluff ﹫ toxic au!

⚠︎ I really want to warn this one cuz it is really a heavy subject!!! I do not want hate so only read if you’re okay with the disclaimers: really toxic, obsession, corruption of reader, suggestive, fluff, insults, smoke, drugs, identity loss .ᐟ.ᐟ

Kenma wakes up to the sound of soft rain tapping against the massive windows of your penthouse. The sky outside is gray, overcast, the city below blurred by the misty drizzle. It feels like a dream—like he’s caught in that space between sleep and waking, where reality and illusion blend together.

And then he sees you.

You’re standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, wrapped in nothing but the silk robe he bought you last week. It hangs off your shoulders carelessly, draping over your body like it was made for you. Your hair is slightly messy, the kind of perfect disarray that makes you look like you just stepped out of a painting. A cigarette dangles between your fingers, the faint glow illuminating your nails, perfectly manicured, expensive.

You don’t even try, and still, you’re the most effortlessly beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Kenma doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. He just watches.

You do this sometimes—wake up before him, stand by the window, lost in your own thoughts. Maybe you like watching the city move beneath you, knowing none of it touches you. Maybe you just like knowing you have all of this, that money is nothing but numbers to you, that luxury is just a natural state of being.

Or maybe—maybe you just like making him feel like he’s in a fucking fever dream.

Your lips part slightly as you exhale, slow, smoke curling past your lips, disappearing into the air. Then, as if sensing his gaze, you glance over your shoulder, half-lidded eyes locking onto his.

“You’re staring,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

Kenma exhales through his nose, dragging a hand through his already-messy blonde hair. “You look fake,” he mutters, voice hoarse.

Your lips curl at the edges, amused. “Good morning to you too, baby.”

You turn fully now, walking towards the bed with that slow, unbothered grace that makes his stomach twist. Like you know exactly the effect you have on him. Like you enjoy it. You flick the cigarette into a glass ashtray before crawling onto the bed, hands splaying over the silk sheets as you hover above him.

Kenma just looks at you.

God, he’s fucking obsessed with you.

It’s not normal. It never has been. From the moment you met, it was like something chemical snapped inside both of you—like magnets being forced together, something too strong, too immediate, too much.

Five years, and it hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s worse.

“You didn’t sleep,” you whisper, fingers brushing against his jaw.

Kenma doesn’t deny it. He never sleeps well without you, not unless he’s exhausted to the point of collapse. Even then, his body searches for yours in the sheets, muscle memory guiding him to where you should be.

You hum, leaning down until your lips barely ghost over his. “Bad habit,” you murmur against his skin.

“You’re my bad habit,” Kenma mutters back, and he hates how much he means it.

You are. You’re the worst kind of addiction, the kind that doesn’t destroy you outright but sinks into your bones, corrupting you slowly, beautifully, until you can’t tell where you end and where it begins.

Neither of you are cruel, not to each other. You don’t fight. Don’t scream. There’s no chaos, no violence—just an obsession that runs too deep, a love so consuming it wraps around your ribs like vines, tightening, squeezing.

Kenma knows it’s not healthy.

You never go anywhere without him. He never goes anywhere without you. Even when you’re apart, you’re not—you text, call, send photos, constant proof that the other still exists. The longest you’ve ever been away from each other was three days, and by the end of it, Kenma felt like his skin was too tight, like the world was too loud, like nothing made sense anymore.

You came back, and he remembers the way you just collapsed into his lap, burying yourself in his hoodie, inhaling him like you needed him to breathe again.

He remembers whispering never again into your hair, and he remembers the way you nodded, nails digging into his back like a silent promise.

Never again.

You’re pressing lazy kisses to his jaw now, soft and slow, like you have all the time in the world. You do. Time is irrelevant when you have everything.

“You love me,” you murmur, not a question, just a fact.

Kenma exhales, fingers tightening around your waist. “Too much.”

“Good.” Your lips ghost over his. “Me too.”

That’s the problem. You love each other, but it’s too much, too intense, an all-consuming fire that doesn’t burn out, just keeps raging. You don’t fight because you can’t—hurting each other isn’t an option. The thought of it makes Kenma feel physically sick.

But it’s not normal.

It’s not normal to panic when he wakes up and you aren’t there. It’s not normal to have to touch you constantly, just to make sure you’re real. It’s not normal to hate the idea of other people looking at you, talking to you, existing in the same space as you.

It’s not normal to be so deep in someone that you forget who you were before them.

Kenma doesn’t care.

Because even if it’s wrong, even if it’s unhealthy, even if it’s an addiction—

He’s never fucking quitting you.

It started slow.

Kenma likes to think he didn’t do it on purpose, that he didn’t set out to ruin you. But deep down, in the part of himself he doesn’t like to examine too closely, he knows that’s a lie.

Because the truth is—he wanted to ruin you from the second he met you. Don’t get him wrong, he never wanted to arm you or make you feel bad.

You were too fucking perfect.

When he first saw you, you were everything he wasn’t. Innocent in a way that wasn’t naïve, but untouched. Untainted. You weren’t fragile, weren’t weak, but you carried yourself with an effortless grace, a beauty so natural it made his stomach twist. You were kind without trying, soft in a way that wasn’t fake. You weren’t like the world he knew—cold, cynical, hollow.

You were warm.

And Kenma—Kenma, who had spent years keeping himself at a distance, who had built walls so high no one had ever been able to reach him—wanted to ruin you.

He wanted to pull you into his world. Wanted to see that warmth twist into something darker, something for him. He wanted you to be his.

And he got exactly what he wanted.

At first, it was little things.

The first time he handed you a cigarette, you wrinkled your nose at it, hesitant. “I don’t smoke,” you had said, voice soft but firm.

Kenma didn’t argue. Just shrugged, took a slow drag, let the smoke curl lazily from his lips.

But then you were kissing him, and his fingers were slipping into your hair, tilting your head back as his tongue slid against yours, smoky and slow.

You tasted it.

Didn’t pull away.

And he knew then—it’s only a matter of time.

The first time you actually smoked, you coughed, eyes watering, nose scrunching in a way that made something deep inside him ache. But then you tried again. And again. Until it became natural, until the scent of tobacco clung to your skin like perfume, until he could press his lips to yours and taste it on you like a promise.

Then came the drugs.

Not an addiction—never an addiction. You weren’t stupid.

But you liked the feeling. The way it blurred the edges of the world, made everything a little softer, a little less real. You liked the way it made your skin hum, the way it made you feel invincible.

You liked the way Kenma would watch you when you were high—like you were something unreal, something ethereal. Like he couldn’t believe you were his.

You liked being his.

You had always been confident. You had always known you were beautiful. But Kenma—Kenma made you something else.

Something dangerous.

Because there was a difference between being beautiful and being desired. And no one had ever desired you the way he did.

The first time he touched you, really touched you, it was slow. Worshipful. Like he wasn’t sure you were real. Like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers. But as the years passed, it became something else—something desperate, something obsessive, something hungry.

You were addictive.

Kenma was never the type to lose control. He was calculated, always two steps ahead. But with you—with you, he could never get enough.

You learned how to play with him, how to push his buttons. How to wear something too short, just to see his jaw tighten, his grip on his phone turn white-knuckled. How to let your touch linger just a little longer, just to watch the way his pupils would dilate.

You liked it.

Liked watching him fight to keep his composure. Liked knowing that you were the only one who could make him unravel.

It was a game.

A dangerous one.

Because if Kenma was possessive before, now he was something else entirely. You never questioned it. Never pushed against it. Because the truth was—you liked belonging to him.

Even when it was too much.

Even when the world started to feel smaller, reduced to just him.

Even when you realized you didn’t have any friends anymore. Didn’t go anywhere without him. Didn’t want to.

Because why would you?

When Kenma was your world.

When you were his.

Five years.

Five years, and now, when you look in the mirror, you barely recognize the girl you used to be.

The girl who didn’t smoke.

The girl who didn’t do drugs.

The girl who didn’t need him to breathe.

But that girl is gone. And what’s left is something else—something sharper, something darker, something that only exists in relation to him.

You should be afraid.

But you’re not.

Because if this is a mistake, if this is wrong, then you don’t want to be right.

Because this—this obsession, this madness, this love—

Is all you’ve ever wanted.

The morning is slow, stretching like golden syrup over the silk sheets. Kenma watches you move through the bedroom, and he can’t help but think about how different you are now.

How different you’ve become.

The girl he met five years ago would’ve wrapped herself in a blanket after crawling out of bed, would’ve worn an oversized hoodie, would’ve sat beside him with bare feet tucked beneath her, warmth radiating from her skin like the last light of a setting sun.

This version of you—his version of you—doesn’t do that.

You don’t bother with modesty anymore. The silk robe you wear barely clings to your body, loose enough to slip off your shoulder, short enough to reveal the curve of your thighs. It’s barely even tied. You don’t care.

And he fucking loves it.

Because you weren’t always like this.

You used to wear pretty dresses, elegant but never loud. Never anything too short, too tight, too much. You used to cross your legs carefully, sit with your hands in your lap, tuck your hair behind your ear when you were nervous.

Now? Now you stretch your arms above your head, making the robe slip further down your body, rolling your shoulders like you know he’s watching. You don’t even bother tying it properly. You don’t need to. You live in a place where money shields you from judgment, where you only leave when you want to, where Kenma is the only person whose opinion has ever mattered.

It’s not just the way you dress.

It’s the way you carry yourself now—completely unbothered, effortlessly sexy, indulgent in the way only people with everything can be.

You pad across the room, barefoot on the marble floor, fingers trailing over the cool surface of the vanity as you pass by. Your reflection stares back at you, and for a brief second, you don’t recognize yourself.

Not because you look bad. No—you look beautiful. Too beautiful.

Your lips are a little fuller, a little darker, the faint stain of yesterday’s lipstick still there. Your eyes are sharper, half-lidded, lazy, with a sleepy kind of sensuality. There’s no innocence left.

It should scare you.

But it doesn’t.

You glance at Kenma through the mirror, and he’s already watching you, amber eyes tracing the curve of your spine, the bare skin peeking through the loose silk of your robe.

You smirk. “You like staring at me, huh?”

Kenma doesn’t even blink. “You make it easy.”

Your smirk widens. You grab your cigarette from the ashtray and light it again, the scent of burning tobacco filling the air. You never used to smoke, but now it’s second nature. You love the way it makes you feel—like time slows down, like the world bends around you.

Like him.

Because that’s what Kenma does. He warps reality around himself, makes it impossible for you to think of anything else.

You take a slow drag, exhaling through parted lips. “You used to hate smokers.”

“I used to hate a lot of things.” Kenma’s voice is lazy, low, like he doesn’t even have the energy to pretend otherwise. “You make everything look good.”

You laugh, slow and syrupy. “Even addiction?”

“Especially addiction.” His gaze drags over you again. “It suits you.”

You should roll your eyes. You should say something sarcastic, should push against the way he owns you with just a look.

But you don’t.

Because he’s right.

It does suit you.

Everything he’s made you into—all the little corruptions, all the ways he’s reshaped you into something that belongs only to him—it fits.

You weren’t always like this.

You used to have boundaries.

Used to go out with friends, used to laugh without a cigarette between your fingers, used to kiss Kenma with soft lips instead of ones stained with nicotine and remnants of last night’s lipstick.

You used to be someone.

But that girl is gone for the best.

And the version of you that’s left—this spoiled, indulgent, obsessive thing—is so much more beautiful.

Kenma shifts on the bed, stretching, the sheets pooling around his waist. You take another drag, watching the way his muscles flex beneath smooth skin, the way his hair falls into his face, strands of blonde and brown mixing together in messy waves.

You were never meant for something normal.

Kenma knew that before you did.

So you take another slow inhale, lean against the vanity, and exhale with a smile. “So what now?”

Kenma watches the smoke curl between you, head tilting slightly. Then he smirks, slow and lazy, before reaching a hand out toward you.

“Come back to bed.”

[sleepysnk]

Reading all those camboy AUs of Kenma being a camboy has rubbed off on me.

HELP

i have rizz because of ffs believe it or not

[afaimsarrowverse]

Two Lonley Souls:

Haikyuu!-Fic,Spin-Off von „Lonley at the Top“

Pairings: IwaOi, KuroKen, Backround KageHina und Bokuto/Akaashi

Warnings: Manga- und Film-Spoiler, Japanische Schreibweise der Namen, Angst, homophobes Umfeld, asexuelle Panik, Depression, viel Interdating wird erwähnt, erforscht Kenmas Demisxexualität und Oikawas Minderwertigkeitskomplex

Inhalt: Kuroo fällt aus allen Wolken als Oikawa ihm eröffent, dass alle Zeichen für ihn und Iwaizumi auf Scheidung stehen. Aber vielleicht kann seine eigene Geschichte mit Kenma den beiden ja dabei helfen klar zu sehen, dass sie einander einfach nur wirklich zuhören müssen. Die IwaOi- und die KuroKen-Liebesgeschichten.

Leseprobe:

„Also schön“, meinte Kuroo nach einiger Zeit, „Wie schlimm ist es?“

Tooru lachte bitter. Sehr schlimm wäre eine Untertreibung. „Ich denke, dass wir uns scheiden lassen werden“, sagte er dann leise.

Kuroo blickte ihn einen Moment lang überrascht an. „Scheiße, Tooru“, entfuhr es ihm dann, „Das kann doch nicht dein Ernst sein?!“

Lest weiter:

Meine „Haikyuu!!“-Fics:

Von gebrochenen Flügeln und geheilten Herzen

A/B/O-AU, Kagehina, Oikawa/Iwa, Kenma/Kuroo, Bokuto/Akaashi, Asahi/Noya, Takeda/Ukai, A/B/O-Dynamik,  Angst, Seximus, Intersex (in Bezug aus das sekundäre Geschlecht), Verbitterung. Spoiler für Staffel 4, die OVAs, sowie Manga-Spoiler, Für Hinata Shouyou ging es nicht um Volleyball an sich, nicht wirklich. Oikawa Tooru hatte sich Volleyball nicht ausgesucht, Volleyball hatte sich ihn ausgesucht. Kozume Kenma war immer schon etwas anders als die meisten anderen gewesen. Akaashi Keiji war sich durchaus der Tatsache bewusst, dass er sich glücklich schätzen konnte, dass er als Beta geboren worden war. Takeda Ittetsu war sich durchaus darüber im Klaren, dass seine Beharrlichkeit seine beste Charaktereigenschaft war. Sekundäre Geschlechter im modernen Japan ändern den Canon ein wenig zum Besseren, vielleicht.

Lonley at the Top

Verzweifeln werde ich erst dann, wenn ich nicht mehr Volleyball spielen kann. Wer hätte je gedacht, dass diese Worte ihn einmal verfolgen würden? Kageyamas Leben ändert sich mit einem Schlag, was ihn und Hinata vor neue Herausforderungen stellt und sie einander wieder näher kommen lässt. Spoiler für Staffel 4, die OVAs, sowie Manga-Spoiler, Angst, Schwere Verletzung, Depression, Kagehina, sowie die anderen obligatorischen Zuspieler/Angreifer-Pairings (die kommen später noch vor), außerdem viel Inter-„Dating“ in der queeren japanischen Volleyballgemeinschaft.

All Our Troubles Will Be Out of Sight

Weihnachtsfic im Stil einer Rom-Com. Kageyamas Herz ist gebrochen, und die bevorstehenden Feiertage machen alles nur noch schlimmer. Und die Tatsache, dass aus verschiedensten Gründen jeder zu denken scheint, dass er in Ushijima seine neue Liebe gefunden hat, macht die Dinge auch nicht besser. Kagehina, Hinata/Astumu, Ushijima/Oikawa, Kageyama/Ushijma (nicht wirklich), Manga-Spoiler, Angst, Pretend Relationship, Missverständnisse (eine Menge davon).

[lestapiastrisgirl]

Haikyuu!! Masterlist

Give You Love [BokuAka]

by lestapiastrisgirl | 10/10 | NR | 46,796

Akaashi Keiji faces the pressures of school and family while navigating his deepening relationship with Bokuto Koutaro. As they grow closer, the challenges of being open about their feelings weigh on Akaashi, especially under the scrutiny of others. With Bokuto’s unwavering support, Akaashi begins to find his footing, and together, they focus on their shared goal: leading their volleyball team to Nationals, despite the obstacles that stand in their way.

Chapter 1 | Calm: Unraveled

Chapter 2 | Shifting Ground

Chapter 3 | Pressure Points

Chapter 4 | Hidden Currents

Chapter 5 | Diverging Paths

Chapter 6 | Uncharted Territory

Chapter 7 | New Horizons

Chapter 8 | Sudden Clarity

Chapter 9 | Deuces

Chapter 10 | Aftershocks

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Overdrive [IwaOi]

by lestapiastrisgirl | 9/9 | NR | 27,095

Iwaizumi Hajime, a former MotoGP racer, struggles with life after a career-ending accident. Isolated and restless, he’s invited by Bokuto to an underground street race, where he unexpectedly encounters Oikawa Tooru. Watching Oikawa dominate the race with a custom-built car, Iwaizumi is impressed by his skill and drive. The thrill of the event stirs something in Iwaizumi, and though he tries to push it away, he can’t shake the pull of the racing world he thought he’d left behind.

Chapter 1 | DNF

Chapter 2 | Crossroads

Chapter 3 | Unraveling

Chapter 4 | Foundations

Chapter 5 | Collision

Chapter 6 | Familiar Strangers

Chapter 7 | Drive

Chapter 8 | Fault Lines

Chapter 9 | Second Wind

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Slipstream [BokuAka]

by lestapiastrisgirl | 12/12 | NR | 42,616

Akaashi Keiji prepares for his Formula 1 debut at the Bahrain Grand Prix, determined to prove himself amid accusations of nepotism. His confidence is shaken when Bokuto Koutarou, a mechanic from Vetra Dynamics, unexpectedly joins the race as a last-minute substitute, starting from the back. Despite having no formal racing background, Bokuto’s raw, instinctive driving style allows him to surge through the pack. As the race progresses, Akaashi’s calculated precision is tested when Bokuto closes in, leading to an intense battle between the two, neck and neck for position. F1 Team Concepts

Chapter 1 | Reckless Precision

Chapter 2 | Fixation on the Fast Lane

Chapter 3 | Driven to Distraction

Chapter 4 | Showdown in the Desert

Chapter 5 | The Australian Grand Prix

Chapter 6 | Meltdown in the Paddock

Chapter 7 | Dangerous Distraction

Chapter 8 | Spark to the Fire

Chapter 9 | Collision Course

Chapter 10 | Rain & Ruin

Chapter 11 | Off Track

Chapter 12 | Shake Up or Shake Down?

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Updated 💕💕💕

[nakajimaatsushii]

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