#kuroo has to work harder to build that trust

[touchlikethesun]

regardless of who tsukki ends up with, i think it’s really important that he be the one to confess. they could already basically be in a committed relationship in everything but name, but it is imperative that the other person wait and be patient with kei until he can bring himself to put words to what he wants. it’s not just that kei would probably be scared if the other person confessed first which could result in a rejection if done at the wrong time, it’s also about kei having to accept the vulnerability that comes with caring about another person and willingly put down his shield for them. the people that are good for kei are the ones that understand this and how important it is that he makes this step, that can look in his eyes and recognise all the he wants to say and how much he cares, but don’t force the shield away before he’s ready.

[sparetimeimagines]

Better | Kuroo Tetsuro

Tags; Fluff, Smut, Cheating Spouse

Masterlist

He’s been different lately. No more I love yous. Staying out late. Always gone when you come home.

At first you were accepting. Lenient. You let him do his own thing because maybe he was busy or it was a big project he was invested in.

But those late nights on the weekends turned into dinner alone every night. The trust you had in your marriage was heading out the window and all those years of dedication didn’t seem to matter anymore because you didn’t seem to matter anymore.

So you got a second job. You decided to find something progressive to occupy your time.

But that just left you lonely. Spending more time at work and less with your husband.

And that was when it hit you.

You’re always alone, and he didn’t seem to care.

Then there was Kuroo

The feeling to be wanted. That someone is finally listening to you.

It was refreshing. No, better. It was everything.

It started simple. The flirting just by doing favors for each other.

But then one day you stayed late to talk to him. And really got to know him.

You learned his schedule and came in on your off day, just to see him.

The smile on his face when he was simply happy to see you. It was something you craved.

To be wanted.

Was it too much to ask for?

��Hey, wait up.” You hear behind you and you stop your pace.

Dark hair, pretty eyes, he was towering over you once more.

“Kuroo.” You smile, your lips half heartedly curve up and you wait for him to approach you.

“Hey. Where you heading?” You two slow your pace walking side by side until you finally meet unison.

“Station. I’m heading home, unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately? Don’t you have someone waiting on you?”

You shake your head no, solemn riding your cheekbones. Your eyes break contact from his knowing you’ll get emotional if you keep watching him like that.

“Do you have to go home?” He perks up, his hand brushing your elbow. “I mean, I have room. You can come home... Err come with me.. I-uh.” He starts to ramble and you laugh “What?” He chuckles blushing.

“Nothing.” You smile and watch the train pull up.

“No... tell me.” He smiles again, this time pulling you in to him.

There it is. That warmth, the feeling to be wanted. It’s back, through the arms of Kuroo Tetsu.

His fingers crawl over your arms, settling with arms folded over your waist. You rest your head over his beating chest, finally feeling your warmth.

“You’re cute, Kuroo.”

The doors open to the train, pedestrians follow suit entering one at a time, yet still, you remain in his arms.

Do you go? Enter the train knowing there’s a 90% chance you will be alone tonight.

Do you stay with him? Follow him home and be of use to someone tonight.

It’s better to be with someone who can make you feel valued. Wanted. Needed. Right?

The train leaves the station, yet you’re still enveloped in his arms.

“Does this you’re coming home with me?” His low voice growls in your ear, nipping at your lobe. You arch your neck in the opposite direction as he slowly begins to litter your skin with open mouthed kisses.

The passion he pursued into each kiss had a feeling different than you have in a while.

The warmth in between your legs is a pool gathers in your panties.

A soft moan releases from your lips and you feel him smirk.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Before he can securely shut the door to his apartment, he slams you against the wall, legs pulled over his waist. His lips attach your neck not giving you a chance to adjust.

“Mmm I’m gonna make you feel so good.” His moans his hands gripping your thighs sliding to your ass. “Make you forget his name.”

His lips litter to your own when he smirks, those hazels staring into yours with a dare.

A dare to push him away.

A dare to tell him to stop.

But you won’t. Because you need this. You need to feel again. You need to know how it feels to be wanted.

“Mmm make me.” You smirk and digs his his lips into yours again.

Hot and heavy, his breathy moans match yours as he takes you to his bedroom, throwing you against his black covers.

“A damn feast.” He bites his lower lip with a growl, palming his cock through his pants.

The guilt grows in the back of your mind. You shouldn’t be doing this. You should be at home waiting on your husband to show up. Maybe he’ll be on time today. Maybe he’ll finally start acting like your husband.

Kuroo drops to his knees and leans over the bed, leaving a trail of kisses starting at your ankle. Slow passionate kisses, more than what you have felt in weeks, force your panties to stick against soaked cunt.

Your heart is racing in your chest. You’ve never been so ready to be touched by someone.

Those hazel eyes look at you from your thighs, a finger tucking into the sides of your panties.

“When’s the last time someone touched you? You’re so wet.” He chuckles observing your slick, resulting in you shifting your legs together, a blush dressing your cheeks delicately.

“No no no.” He quickly sits up kissing your lips. “That’s not a bad thing. Not on your behalf.” He gazes into your eyes and smirks softly. “However you deserve...” his fingers dip under your dress leaving you in your undergarments. He pulls your breasts out from the cups and lips around the areola. “The best.” He kisses each of them then to your stomach which you insecurely cover with your hands.

“You don’t have to hide.” He grabs each hand in his locking the fingers in his hold, kissing your knuckle. “I think you’re beautiful. How can he not treat you better?”

Kuroo releases your fingers to grab your hips, the panties that cling to you, discarding them slow enough to make you shudder growing impatient.

“Woah now.” He smirks at your hips bucking. “We’ll get there. Patience Chibi Chan.”

He sits back eyeing your pussy spread for him in between your legs.

“So pretty.” He moans rubbing your calf. “I wonder if you’re as tight as you are wet.” He slips a finger in, earning a loud moan from your lips.

“Oh? Chibi Chan do you like that? My large fingers stretching your pretty little pussy.” He smirks studying your eyes as they watch him. The leud noises your cunt makes as he slides his finger between your folds makes his cock twitch. You roll your hips, sliding further down to the edge of the bed into him relaxing at his touch.

Kuroo smirks licking his lips at the sight.

“Getting eager huh? Can’t wait for me to fuck you?” The way he speaks to you, edges you with his filthy words; you can’t control yourself. “You’re practically dripping on me. I wonder what happens if I do this.”

He removes his finger and grips each leg, leaving a single strip along your slit. His wet tongue smoothly hits your clit making you gasp.

“Yeah? Chibi Chan?” He mumbles against your cunny looks up at your face. “Mmhmm. That’s the face I want.” He smirks seeing those cheeks red as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

Your legs smack together tightly squeezing his face in your thighs.

“Mmm yes Babe.” His hands slam them down to the side. “Cum on my tongue.”

Kuroo drags his tongue along your folds.

Your mind in a fog you begin to rethink why you’re married in the first place. Why you wait up for someone who doesn’t make your heart pound in your chest like Kuroo does.

“You’re thinking too much again.” He pulls out from your core and comes up to meet your lips.

“Don’t think about him.” He whispers, his lips reconnecting with yours. Your hands reach for his body. His pecks, how perfect they fill out his chest. Those arms, how his biceps flex when he fills you with his fingers. His abs, how they flex with each thrust he makes you moan with. His cock, how it hits your spot perfectly like no one else could.

Pulling his cock out in between your hands, you pump it slowly feeling him twitch in your palm.

“Mm Chibi Chan... that’s a dangerous move.” He kicks his shorts off watching you stroke him hard. “Keep that up, and I’ll make you- that’s it.” He grabs your hips pulling you in, sliding his cock against your tight hole.

“That’s it baby. Take it.” He grunts feeling himself stretch your walls from the inside.

Your breath is caught as he leans down kissing your lips.

“Let me help you forget about him.” He begins to thrust into you slowly letting you adjust to his size. “Think about my cock. Think about how you feel me in places you’ve never felt before.” He sucks on your neck, the love bite bruising your neck.

“Tetsu don’t.”

“Don’t what? Show evidence?” He thrusts harder into you building a cry. “Show evidence that someone could love you better?”

“Please don’t.”

“No. I think I will.” He covers your mouth and drills inside of you, his free hand pushing against the lower part of your belly.

“Do you feel me, Chibi Chan? My cock stretching you, Little One?” He slowly bottoms into pushing into your stomach with his hand.

“Mmhmm.” You nod, your small hands holding his wrist.

With each thrust he picks up his pace, hitting your walls in order for you to really feel him.

You nod once more letting him see how you’re behaving.

“You’re filthy. Letting some guy rail you when you clearly belong to someone else.” He pulls your head back. “Are you proud of yourself? You filthy whore.”

He ruthlessly begins fucking your pathetic sobbing pussy into the mattress, pulling your legs over his shoulders.

“You’re so tight. Tell me. Has he ever made you cum?” He pushes on your stomach making you cry out.

“Ye-yes.” You manage to choke out.

“Hmm. I’m not convinced.”

He feels your walls contract when finally he goes feral.

“So tight.” He moans, his hands moving to your face. “Cum for me Chibi. Cum for me. I can feel those tight walls around my fat cock. Take me.”

His thrusts are fast and you can’t keep up. His reassuring hold on your jaw are enough to make you let go. The convulsions around his size have you creating a puddle on his cock. His head is swollen and he pulls out, his hand rolling over the red as he lets out long groans and warm spots of cum to match it.

Over your stomach. In your hair. Puddled on your pussy. You were covered in his cum.

“Oh.” He doubles over on top of you. “Oh. I’m so sorry.” The pants from his lips match the sweat across his face. He stands up, wobbling to the bathroom and turning on the shower.

When he returns, he stands before you with eyes devouring you again.

“Do... do you need to...” He gestures and you lay back taking everything in.

You did it. You slept with another man. You’re in another man’s bed covered in his cum. What do you do now?

“Y-yes.” You sit up and follow him into the bathroom.

The towels are folded nicely on the counter top and the steam is sneaking out the top of his glass doors.

“Err. You can go first, I-“ he holds the door open for you and you step in. The water is scorching hot and you hear the door shut.

“Tetsu?” You call out and the door opens.

“Err yeah?”

“Come join me.” You’ve made your decision, how much worse can it get?

The glass door opens and in walks the raven headed boy.

“I didn’t think you’d want me in here...” he blushes with a hand behind his head.

“Shush. It’s already been done.”

You grab his shampoo in one hand and his face in the other.

The large hazel eyes stare back at you with shock.

“What?” You roll your eyes lathering it in his hair. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He opens his mouth to say something but shuts it instead.

Your fingers work through his scalp, seeing the foam rise to bubbles.

“Leave him.” He kisses your shoulder massaging circles into your neck. “I can make you so much happier.” He turns you so you’re in between his arms against the tile.

“Tetsu... I’m not looking for a quick fuck. Or a fling. I’m married now, I expect the long run if I’m going to leave him.” You frown starring into his chest.

“I’m not just trying to fuck you.” He chuckles rolling his eyes. “I would have made you leave by now.”

“Tetsu, I’m serious.” You hit his chest.

“I am too. I have feelings for you and I can’t sit here and watch you be with someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

The water trickles over his head, the beads rolling off his fringe dripping on to your nose.

Those hazel eyes look down on to you as he sighs.

“I mean what I say.” He leans in to kiss you, lips inches from yours.

“Prove it.”

“Prove it? What am I supposed to do?”

“Take me on a date. Show me that you mean it.” You move in, barely pressing against his. “Don’t keep me a secret. Show me that you want me.” You kiss him cupping his face.

“Then leave him.” He places his hands over yours. “I’ll show you my loyalty when you show me yours.”

[rocorambles]

Chemistry Puns

Pairing: Kuroo x Female Reader

Genre: NSFW, College AU, Smut, PWP, Honestly just filth

Warnings: Underage drinking, rough sex, degradation, slight pain kink, terrible chemistry puns, mildly dub-con

Summary: How about we go back to my place and form a covalent bond?

Prompt courtesy of @nyxdelanuit “Jump, just trust me and jump!”

You could feel the bass thumping in your chest as you slipped through the sloppy mess of college students grinding in the living room. Usually the stickiness of sweat and spilled alcohol mixed with wandering hands groping you would be your cue to hightail it out the door, but the relief of finally being done with midterms combined with the three glasses of spiked punch spreading through your system has you winking flirtatiously at the boys and girls who try to dance with you as you make your way to the kitchen for a refill. There’s only a few people by the drinks and you take a second to enjoy the cooler air and quiet as you pour more liquid into your cup.

“Do you have 11 protons? Cause you’re sodium fine.”

You snort as you look up and see a familiar face grinning at you. “Do those pickup lines ever work for you, Kuroo?” The messy haired boy continues smiling as he shrugs his shoulders. “When you have a face and body like this, you can be speaking gibberish and still get laid.” You roll your eyes at his cocky words, but you smirk, amused by the banter, and you can’t deny that he’s right as you appreciatively scan over his figure. Long lean legs are encased in black skinny jeans and his black t-shirt only makes his tanned skin and hazel eyes stand out even more. Deciding to play along, you look at him from under fluttering lashes and slyly say, “If I was an enzyme, I’d be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.” His grin grows even wider and, for a moment, you’re reminded of the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, but your thoughts come to a screeching halt as someone screams that police officers are here.

Chaos ensues as college kids begin running in every direction, jumping out of windows, and pushing each other to escape as the sirens blare. Kuroo and you freeze for a second before he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you with him. You run out the backdoor of the house, sprinting through the backyard until you’re halted by a tall metal fence. “Hurry and climb, Y/N!” Any hesitation you had vanishes as you hear the voices of police officers in the background and you are quickly clambering after Kuroo, but when you reach the top, your face pales. You’ve never been good with heights and all of a sudden the ground on the other side looks so far away. Kuroo’s already hopped down and looks up at you expectantly, waiting for you to join him. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up!” You really want to, but your body feels frozen as you cling to the top of the fence with all your strength. Taking in the fear on your face, Kuroo suddenly holds out his arms to you. “Jump, just trust me and jump!” Maybe it’s the panic of hearing footsteps drawing closer behind you or maybe it’s the way cat-like eyes look at you reassuringly, but you let go and shut your eyes as you feel yourself free falling, waiting for the impact of the harsh ground. But it never comes. Instead you find yourself encased in warm arms and when you open up your eyes, Kuroo is softly smiling down at you as he stands you on your feet and begins pulling you with him again. The two of you run for what feels like ages until you’re now in an entirely different part of town, panting for breath and laughing in nervous exhilaration. 

You both plop yourselves on the nearest sidewalk curb as you try to get your breathing and heart rates back to a steady tempo. A comfortable silence fills the air and you quickly check your phone to see what time it is. You sigh when you see how late it is and figure it’s time to call it a night. Just as you’re about to say goodnight to the boy beside you, Kuroo’s voice breaks the silence. 

“How about we go back to my place and form a covalent bond?”

You stare incredulously at him, but then both of you are braying in laughter at the terrible pun. When your cackles subside, he nervously runs his hand through his hair as he looks at you questioningly and you giggle as you sidle up right next to him until your mouth is right next to his ear. “Sure, we have such great chemistry, I think we should do some biology together,” you purr into his ear and he growls as he captures your lips in a hungry kiss, hands already hastily calling for an Uber on his phone.

The next few minutes are a blur of messy kisses and self-restraint as you hold yourselves back from jumping each other in the backseat of a stranger’s car, but soon enough your bodies are crashing through Kuroo’s front door and he throws you on to the empty table in the dining room. You grunt as your body roughly connects with the hard surface, but you hardly have time to register any discomfort as Kuroo’s mouth nips and bites along your jugular vein. Through breathy gasps you tease him as he continues his assault. “You couldn’t even wait until we got to your bedroom? What if your roommate sees us?” Your taunts are cut off by a loud moan as Kuroo bites down harshly on the sensitive junction of your neck and shoulder before pulling away to mockingly stare you in the eyes. “Chemists do it on the table periodically, sweetheart. Plus, Bokuto’s away for the weekend, so it’s just you and me.”

You don’t even have time to comment on the newest pun he spouted before Kuroo is making quick work of your clothes, practically clawing at you in his haste to rid you of your shirt. You hiss at the red streaks his nails leave behind, but the slight pain only fuels the fire building inside of you. Kuroo’s mouth roughly latches onto one of your hardened nipples as his hands work to slide your pants and panties down just enough to leave your most intimate parts exposed. You hiss when he teasingly bites the sensitive nub. “Aww, does the little kitten not like pain? I think you’re lying because your body is telling me differently.” He brutally thrusts two long fingers into your already sopping cunt and without even waiting for you to adjust, he begins to move at a rapid pace, curling his fingers and furrowing his brows in concentration as he searches for that spot...Bingo. 

Your back arches and your arms fling out to grip the sides of the table with clenched hands as he finds the spongy bump inside of you that has your eyes rolling back. Kuroo relentlessly continues rubbing against your g-spot as his cock twitches at the sight of you sprawled out before him, holding to the table for dear life as you let out a litany of beautiful cries. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping, darling. Look, your juices are running down my arm.” You sob as he rips his fingers out of you and brings his glistening forearm to your face and you flush a deep red at the sight of your juices coating his fingers and trailing down his hand and wrist. He forcefully sticks the drenched digits into your mouth. “Be a good kitten and lick me clean.” Kuroo watches you go to work with lust clouded eyes and he begins to unbutton his jeans and lower his boxers with his free hand, pushing the fabric obstacles down until his cock is released. You’re being so obedient, so good for him and he begins to slowly rub his throbbing length as he watches you suck his fingers like they’re the most delicious thing you’ve ever had in your mouth. His jaw clenches as you moan around his fingers and when those are clean, you lewdly lick every inch of his hand and wrist that’s coated with your fluids without any prompting. 

He cruelly chuckles at your whine when he removes his arm from your mouth. “Yeah, yeah. I know. A cumslut like you needs something in her mouth. Don’t worry, we’ll get to that later, but right now I need to be inside you.” He mercilessly grabs your hips, dragging your body down the table until your drenched heat is practically hanging off the surface. There’s a short pause and then you are wailing as Kuroo rams his entire cock into you in one swift motion. You feel so full, so stretched out, and the tiny tinge of pain lacing the forceful intrusion has you immediately cumming even before Kuroo begins to move. Kuroo stares at you, astonished, before he starts laughing. “Did you cum just from having my cock inside you? God, you’re such a fucking whore. I’m not letting you rest until I finish, so just hang in there, babe.” And all you can do is brokenly scream with tears and drool decorating your face as Kuroo savagely rearranges your insides. 

At first, it’s too much and you’re weakly pawing at his arms, unsure how else to handle the overwhelming sensation of being abused so soon after an orgasm, but Kuroo ignores you and something inside of you refrains from explicitly telling him to stop, so you lie back and take what he gives you. But soon enough, you feel a familiar stirring in your loins and your sobs turn into wanton moans for more. Kuroo feels the way your body tenses and the way your tight snatch clenches against him. His grip on your hips tighten even more as he shoves himself even harder, deeper, and faster into you and it’s too much. You’re screaming as you peak again. Kuroo continues to harshly thrust in you as he chases his own end and you lay there, brain mushed with pleasure as he uses you as a glorified sex toy. Nearing his end, Kuroo abruptly pulls out of you and he stands over your broken body, furiously rubbing his shaft until he’s painting your stomach with milk white strings. 

Exhausted, he leans over and places his hands on the table on either side of your head, hovering over you as he catches his breath. But any intent to rest vanishes in an instant as he watches you scoop his cum from your stomach and lewdly slurp down his essence between your pretty pink lips. You let out a surprised shriek as Kuroo throws you over his shoulder and carries you to his bedroom. “I hope you didn’t think we were done, kitten. I did say I’d make sure my little cockslut’s mouth is filled and it would be so ungentlemanly of me to not make good on my promise.” You exasperatedly smack Kuroo at those words, but a smile tugs its way onto your face as he tosses you onto his bed. You suppose you can put up with his terrible chemistry puns, you think to yourself, before you brace yourself for whatever else he has in store for you.

[kageyama-tho]

May I please request Headcanons for Kuroo, Kageyama, Futakuchi, Bokuto, Ushijima, and Iwaizumi where they broke up with their girlfriends to focus on volleyball but they get jealous when they see other people trying to flirt with her? I’m not sure if you have a character limit but if you do then just do whichever ones you want and sorry I don’t mean to over whelm you I just love everything you write!

My limit is 6 characters so you’re good! Thank you I appreciate you!

I love Ushijima oml

Kuroo :

- Whether it’s real life or on social media that he notices someone else catching your attention - he does a bit of stalking. He wants to know who it is and what’s you status with them.

- It greatly pisses him off, but he’s well aware he has no right to be mad because he’s the one who broke up with you. He thought he’d be alright breaking it off and he was, for about a week. He still greeted you when he saw you after the whole thing but he accepted it when you ignored him.

- Turns out you’re doing much better than he is. Kuroo keeps himself distracted from it all with volleyball and the company of his friends but he begins thinking about you more often. He’s feeling guilty and regretting his decision. He thinks about texting you and he’s conflicted about it.

Kageyama :

- He doesn’t realise at first the dumbassery of it. He got attached to you and he let his mind wander somewhere else like Mars or some shit. He immediately notices someone else trying to get your attention and it almost makes him want to puke. His stomach drops and his heart beats so fast. He’s not sure if he ever made you laugh that hard. 

- When you catch him staring, he quickly looks away and tries to look like he doesn’t care but his face has anger engraved on every feature. He’s jealous but he won’t admit it. He misses you and he beats himself up for breaking up with you. He’s angry at how much it affects him.

- He purposely brushes his arm against yours if you’re anywhere near him and he’s going to pretend like it didn’t happen. But he hopes that you’ll magically jump into his arms and tell him you’d like to make it work with another chance. But that won’t happen. He’d have to fight harder.

Futakuchi :

- He has this mindset where he’s like “Pfft I’ll be better without it anyways.” He’s certain he’s okay and it’s a good idea. He tries to excuse his mistake for it to look better. All of his teammates can tell he’s secretly going through it but he’ll smile through tears in his eyes. 

- Truth is : When Futakuchi first saw you after the break up, he turned the other way after staring at you with the most saddest expression on his face. His voice cracked but he acted like it was all okay. But when he saw or heard someone else planning to confess to you or just flirt, he almost flipped. It put him in a shitty mood for the longest time. 

- He says you won’t find anyone better than him, but he knows you can easily replace him with someone who will give you all their time - unlike him. He lowkey tries to make a conversation with you, but he feels awkward and he’s sick in his stomach as anxiety takes over him. He doesn’t feel so confident anymore. He wants to get back with you and he slowly, over time tries to build your trust again.

Bokuto :

- He didn’t really want to break up with you but the time between the two of you was so limited he actually considered you’d be happier without him. He was in a bad mood for a long time but he told you he would still do anything for you. His respect and love never changes, he smiles at you even when you’re not happy with him.

- Bokuto sees you with someone and pauses. His eyes widen and he just wants to disappear. Immediate regret because he knew what he was going to miss from the very start. He asks Akaashi why he did that stupid shit again and he receives his answer very honestly and bluntly. He feels like an absolute idiot and he wants to fix it somehow. 

- Somehow he tries to catch your attention but he decides best thing to do is ask to talk. He wants you to know he’s a dumbass for that and he’d like to try again but it’s a hard emotional thing so it’s up to you how the story continues or ends.

Ushijima :

- I refuse to believe he’s that dense sorry but no. Unfortunately he puts volleyball above anything else so it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone if he chooses volleyball over a person. But damn, you’re all he thinks about. He picks up his phone if by any chance you texted him, but no he just sees you’ve opened his message weeks ago when you were still dating.

- He lives through it and accepts it. But the wounds are still fresh and it affects him more through more time that passes. God when he sees you with someone, it crushes his heart that even something on his usually stoic facial expression shows pain. 

- Ushijima was never confident as a boyfriend and he learned so much about it by being with you. But when he encounters you smiling with another guy, it hurts him and he uncomfortably rubs his chest where his heart settles. He noticed that guy always had a thing for you but you never realised because your eyes were always set on Ushi. He doesn’t do anything about it, he thinks you deserve better. He rarely had time for you.

Iwaizumi :

- Nobody expected the break up to happen but it’s something he’s been fighting back and forth. It’s not what he wanted but he felt it was the right thing to do at the time. Both of you were such a power couple that it hurt other people around you. He still promised to be there for you.

- Iwaizumi accepted the fact you’d probably want to avoid him, even for a while or for good. He’s not taking it with ease - the whole break up thing but he does his best to stay positive about it. Fuck though, it breaks him into the smallest pieces when he sees you with someone else. He hopes you didn’t move on that fast but no… You’re not like that. Plus you deserve happiness.

- He just convinces himself you moved on and you’re happier. He really doesn’t take Oikawa’s shit for a while though and the captain actually understands he’s going through it and doesn’t hesitate to be a supportive friend instead. He keeps a close watch on you and that other person though. He can see the flirting and it pains him but he won’t do anything about it. Iwa will probably ask people about the guy on the lowkey so he can find out some information.

[shimzus-a2]

@reborndreams​ // have your 20-para fhq thread, babe !

‘    𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽  𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃  very  useful  to  me,  are  you   ?   ’    he  drawls,  annoyance  passing  over  his  features  as  he  releases  a  huff.  the  castle  is  dark,  save  for  the  glow  emitted  from  the  various  candles  placed  throughout  the  room.  he’s  been  pacing  back  and  forth  for  what  seems  like  an  eternity,  thinking,  contemplating  and  most  of  all  wondering  if  kuroo  had  managed  to  succeed  in  whatever  he  was  doing.

even  though  he  knows  kuroo  would  not  betray  him  anytime  soon,  oikawa’s  trust  was  hard  to  earn  and  even  harder  to  keep.  he’s  naturally  wary  of  just  about  anyone,  which  shows  in  the  way  he  treats  those  around  him.  if  they  were  beneficial,  they  were  spared,  but  anyone  who  had  proven  to  be  either  disloyal  or  useless  was  cast  out.

his  gaze  shifts  back  to  kiyoko,  who  had  been ... well,  doing  whatever  it  is  that  she  does  on  a  regular  basis.  as  far  as  the  succubus  goes,  oikawa  doesn’t  really  interfere  with  her  activities  ;  maybe  on  occasion  he’ll  ask  her  to  deal  with  something,  or  send  out  one  of  those  heinous  little  gremlins  she  kept  around.

he’s  still  not  sure  why  she  keeps  them  around.

a  sigh  spills  from  his  lips,   ‘   huh.  maybe  i  should  find  a  witch.  or  an  oracle.    ’   he  points  out,  lifting  his  palm  and  observing  the  cloud  of  black  smoke  that  gathers  around  his  fingers.  ‘  all  this  power  and  yet  i  can’t  look  into  the  future.  how  tragic.  ’   an  eye  roll.   ‘   but  i  suppose  i’ll  just  have  to  trust  kuroo  then.   ’

         KIYOKO’S  BROWS  DRAW  TOGETHER  TENSELY .   the way he speaks of allies, as if they were objects ... it suits him. oikawa-san seems to treat them all as pawns, or perhaps even worse, in the same way that humans have always treated demons with disdain. even under his direct power, as someone not quite an advisor yet, not quite a friend, but not quite an enemy either, kiyoko bridges the space between feeling like his TOOL & feeling like his NUISANCE. given his influence & power, he has every right to find a witch. perhaps kiyoko is the only one who still remains bitter & distanced from him ... though he keeps her on-board nonetheless. keeping a nuisance who can be minimally useful if out of the way is better than being WASTEFUL, isn’t it ?

         even if he found a witch, or something else to replace her ... she considers, [ he can win, or he can lose. it doesn’t really concern her. ] kiyoko’s own stake in his victory is rather minimal— he’d saved her life a time ago, & in exchange she’d given him the right to poke & prod at her to see if he could build demon soldiers of his own— but beyond those simple roles they played, kiyoko didn’t much care for the grand king. seemingly, he didn’t care much for her either, but she never lost sleep over it. 

         silently, with a stony gaze that speaks volumes, she places a dark black claw into her mouth & SLICES. her tongue tastes like iron ( like blood ), & she thinks it TICKLES. kiyoko has never had a problem with being silent before ... in fact, she prefers it. but when oikawa-san starts monologuing to himself, it can become tiresome. she’d like to hear something else for a change. something in her thinks it might be worth it, if she overstepped her boundaries by just an INCH & asked something along the lines of ‘ if you don’t need me for research, then does that mean you’ve finished it ? ’ when she knows he hasn’t. 

         if that were the case, he’d already have disposed of her ... unless he likes keeping her around for some reason, & with her the two henchmen she sports for convenience. [ maybe he likes her after all ? ]

         but she keeps those words to herself, & instead chooses to shift her weight onto one hip, leaning herself against the side of his chair like a cat rubbing its back against something. while he’s busy pondering over his thoughts & talking to himself, she knows she has free rein without scrutiny, so she tests her limits idly, scratching a nail gently into the wooden post of the chair & listening for the sound it makes. ANYTHING would be a nicer sound to her ears than his whining right now. she digs a bit deeper, watching a black nail sink into the soft wood & drag down in a deep, nasty scar. it won’t ruin the chair, but it’s not as if everything in his castle needs to be PRISTINE either.

         ❛  ... hm,  ❜  she hums, clearly choosing to not pay him any attention. her hand brushes over the cut she’s made in the wood, & with a few steps she’s shifted from the chair to a new location, leaning her back against a shelf & twisting the tail of her whip between a few fingers. it occurs to kiyoko that she doesn’t use it nearly as much as she probably should ... she may be a bit rusty now. but oikawa-san has reminded her of her henchmen, so she makes a small note in her head to pay them a visit later. that is ... if he’ll excuse her from his presence soon. 

          tilting her head slowly, she gives him a slow blink, lashes falling prettily over her dark red eyes. she’d never play sweet with him unless she had to, but she doesn’t need to WORK HARD to be beautiful, either.  ❛  ... ne. you seem so fidgety. shall i leave you to suffer alone now with your thoughts ?  ❜

[rocorambles]

A Cop and His Black Cat (Part 2)

Pairing: Daishou Suguru x Kuroo Tetsurou

Genre: Superhero AU

Summary: Daishou just wants to solve cases and live his life, but a certain Black Cat vigilante refuses to leave him alone.

Part 1, Part 3

Daishou wakes up to the sound of a beeping monitor and the sight of white walls. He tries to sit up, but quickly stops when pain lances throughout his entire body. He looks around as much as he can without moving to get a bearing of his surroundings and he realizes he’s in a hospital bed, his entire body neck down, bandaged like a mummy. “Thank kami-sama you’re up!” Daichi is rushing through the door and making his way to Daishou’s side. “You idiot! You shouldn’t have gone up against a villain by yourself. You’re lucky Black Cat was there to save you.” 

Daishou scowls at the reminder of that night’s events and he flushes when he remembers how he practically cuddled into Black Cat’s hold like some lovesick girl. They exchange details of how the night had gone and Daichi confirms that Black Cat had apprehended the villain for them and stayed by Daishou’s side until Daishou was fully situated and being treated at this hospital. If it weren’t for his wounds, Daishou would have smacked Daichi for the way he waggled his eyebrows and smirked at Daishou when he mentioned how adorable the two of them looked together. 

A knock on the door puts a halt to Daichi’s teasing and a doctor with the worst bed hair Daishou has ever seen walks in to greet them. “Hi, I’m Kuroo Tetsurou and I’ll be the one treating your injuries while you’re here.” Daishou can’t explain the instinctive way his hackles rise when Kuroo draws near, but he also begrudgingly admits internally that the man is good looking with his long, lean build, tanned skin, and cat-like eyes. He doesn’t realize that he actually hasn’t said a word or greeted the doctor yet when there’s an awkward pause and Daichi is staring at him like he has two heads. Kuroo grins. “Cat got your tongue?” Daishou splutters in embarrassment and exchanges names with the still smirking doctor and they discuss in detail what treatments and procedures Daishou will need. Turns out Daishou will be just fine, but he’ll need to stay at the hospital for the next two weeks for medications, wound dressings, therapy, and surgery. The two officers thank the doctor and Kuoo makes his exit. The door has barely closed behind him before Daichi is howling in laughter at Daishou for blatantly ogling the hot doctor earlier and Daishou wonders if he can die from humiliation. 

 The days pass and Kuroo and Daishou spend a lot of time together as he continues down his path of recovery. They learn a lot about each other as they share about their families, reminisce on their old shared love of volleyball, and laugh about their past relationships. Daishou can’t help the little seed of hope that plants itself inside of him when he finds out that Kuroo is currently single and when he’s alone in the hospital bed, bored out of his mind, he lets himself daydream about what dating Kuroo would be like. 

One day as Kuroo is dressing his wounds, he asks the doctor if he has any abilities and he just laughs and says no. Kuroo asks him the same question and Daishou shares about the paralyzing venom he can excrete from his teeth. It’s not ideal to get close enough to villains to actually bite them, so Daishou ejects the venom into a container and coats the knives and bullets he carries. Kuroo is fascinated as Daishou explains and pride flares in the officer, but that is quickly squashed when Kuroo lets out a hideous hyena cackle and says “that ability suits you, you snake”. He’s feeling more mobile and stronger, so he grabs Kuroo by his messy locks and shoves him into a headlock, but he freezes when he smells an oddly familiar scent of cinnamon. Where does he recognize this scent from? Kuroo uses his distraction to escape the hold and Daishou’s thoughts are cut off as the two start to playfully exchange light blows.    

Two weeks fly by and Daishou is finally being discharged. He’s excited to get back into the swing of things, but he feels a pang of sadness when he says farewell to Kuroo. He almost musters the courage to exchange numbers with the cat-like man, but chickens out last minute and leaves the hospital with regret lacing his mood. However, he doesn’t have much time to dwell on trivial things like missed chances when Daichi and him are again being summoned by Ukai. 

“Multiple high-ranking officers have been found dead. Evidence has shown that they were tortured before being brutally murdered. We believe it’s one villain doing all of this, so we might have a serial killer on our hands.” Daichi and Daishou are veterans in the field, but they can’t help but flinch at the photo evidence Ukai shows them. Mutilated bodies (Daishou assumes they’re bodies, but it’s hard to distinguish even that in some of the photos), blood and guts everywhere…”We don’t have many leads yet so I’ll need you two to work with your teams to make some headway on this case.” Ukai pauses before continuing. “And please be careful...these officers who were targeted had similar ranks and standings as both of you.” A solemn silence fills the room at those words.      

Daichi and Daishou frantically get to work gathering as many clues as they can from the evidence. Where are the victims going missing? When do they go missing? They sift through information determining what’s useful or not and finally after countless sleepless nights fueled by too much coffee, they feel like they’re closing in on the killer. Daishou is exhausted as he leaves the police precinct and makes his way home. Satisfied with the progress they’re making, he decides to reward himself with a full night of rest. He enters his apartment and starts to make his way to his bedroom when he literally can’t move. It feels like his feet are locked to the floor and he looks down and sees...his shadow?...encasing his feet. A blow to his head is the last thing he remembers.

Daishou blearily opens his eyes and is greeted with the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling. His head throbs and he tries to move an arm to rub the injured area, when something holds him back. Confused and still groggy, he slowly looks down and panic blazes within him when he sees his naked body laid out on a metal table, his ankles and wrists locked down by metal cuffs. A dark chuckle reverberates throughout the room and Daishou turns his head to see a shadowy figure standing in the corner. “I guess you’re the one behind all the cop murders. Why don’t you come out and show yourself, you coward.” The shadowy figure slowly claps as he makes his way under the single hanging light bulb in the center of the room and all Daishou sees is a mass of shadows in the general shape of a human figure. “Well, well, aren’t you quite the clever one, officer. Too bad that knowledge isn’t going to do you any good right now.” The figure bends to examine an assortment of tools lying next to Daishou’s head and Daishou trembles as he picks up a jagged knife and trails it along the officer’s vulnerable body. “Wh-why are you doing this?” Daishou barely manages to spit out as his heart rate accelerates and cold sweat forms on his temples. “There’s something so intoxicating about seeing powerful men begging me for mercy. You cops think so highly of yourselves, but I’m here to show you where you really belong, groveling underneath me.” With that, the knife is digging in harder and harder and Daishou screams at the pain. His world narrows and all he knows is agony as metal continues to carve its mark in him.

A day passes and Daichi is desperately searching for Daishou. He hopes that Daishou just overslept or decided to play hooky from work, but deep inside he begins to accept that the worst may have happened. He quickly rushes to Ukai’s office and immediately a rescue team is put together to find and retrieve the officer. Not willing to lose one of his best without a fight, Ukai has enlisted the help of the big guns and Daichi stands next to Bird of Prey as they get ready to infiltrate the few locations they’ve pinpointed as possible holding zones. Just as they’re about to depart, Bird of Prey places a hand on Daichi’s shoulder and asks him to wait for a second because additional help is on the way. Daichi’s confused but he trusts the owl-like man (even if he doesn’t understand the need to spike his silver and black hair so flamboyantly) and within minutes a lithe feline-esque figure gracefully lands next to them. Bird of Prey slaps Black Cat on the shoulder and Daichi grins at the leather clad man before they quickly move. First location. Nothing. Second location. Empty. Anxiety is beginning to fester and build as they rush to the final location. 

The three men stand in front of the abandoned mansion. Daichi and his team will take the top floor, Bird of Prey will take the main floor, and Black Cat will take the basement. Aligned, they waste no time as they perform their duties. Black Cat stealthily saunters through the desolate halls of the lowest level and as he opens a room, his heart sinks. There is Daishou, but there’s so much blood and he doesn’t see a spot of unmarred skin. He is clambering over to the man on shaky legs and lets out a sob of relief when he sees that Daishou is still breathing. “Hey, you stupid snake,” he purrs gently into Daishou’s ear. “I’m going to get you out of here. I promise. Everything’s going to be okay.” 

Daishou’s consciousness has escaped to the deepest recesses of his mind. He just wants everything to stop. He’s so tired. So tired of the torment and the darkness. He just wants to be left alone. He just wants to die so that it’ll finally be over. His thoughts are spiraling darker and darker, but a gentle voice halts his dangerous train of contemplation and coaxes him back to reality. He slowly opens his eyes and finds solace in the cat-eared masked face looking down at him. He wants to say something to the vigilante, but it’s too much effort to move his lips. Black Cat smiles at him. “Cat got your tongue?” That phrase elicits a reaction within Daishou and he’s momentarily befuddled as he tries to think about why that phrase spoken by this specific voice seems so familiar and just as he thinks he’s about to put a finger on it, Black Cat is being thrown against the wall by shadowy tendrils. Fear bubbles inside of Daishou when he sees his tormentor, but worry and concern also begin to well up within him as he sees Black Cat struggling to keep up with the relentless attacks. The fight continues and it’s not looking good for the vigilante until he extends fearsome claws from his fingers and pounces at the light bulb illuminating the room. Then there is only pitch black and Daishou struggles to listen to what is happening. He hears the sound of flesh hitting flesh and an agonized scream. There’s a moment of silence and then footsteps are gingerly making their way towards him. He tenses when hands make contact with his wounded body, but as soon as he inhales the comforting scent of cinnamon, he smiles and lets himself be carefully carried away.